Teenagers And S£x

Teenagers and s-x episode 4 – finale

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Teenagers and s€×
Episode 4
I lay on my b£d that night sleepless. It was almost 8 hours after the Omore embarrassing show, I was yet to have an er.ect’ion. I was worried, then started becoming troubled. I slotted in the Indecency I had in my room and watched it. I moved from one episode to another; Triple Sins, l-sbians and so on, but my dikk was as limp as a flat tire. I started getting scared.
When in the morning of the next day, I didn’t get the usual morning e.rec.ti’on I used to get, I became scared! At work, I was a bit nervous. Paying attention to my dkk at intervals to note if it was heavy, but it wasn’t. at the end of work, I had to talk to Mike, my friend. He laughed it off and told me it was usual to get a cold dikk from time to time. He told me it was all due to my state of mind. Maybe I didn’t have a relaxed state of mind, maybe I was battling with guilt of stm.affi’ng that young girl.
I felt better after speaking with Mike. We went out and had lots of drinks that night. I slept off when I got to my room. When I woke up midnight to pee, I noticed a small Attention, not much though. I was relieved, although I still had some worries.
“You slept with Omore?”
It was Sandra asking the question. She didn’t look angry; infact, she was smiling as she approached my table with the news. Maybe it was a breaking news in their network news that is filled with lies and half truths.
“How did you hear that wan?” I asked her.
“Her friend that covered for her when she came to your place told me.” She said.
“How was it?” she asked.
“I didn’t sleep with her, she was a V-rgin.” I answered, as if that was the reason. How was I to tell her that I went limp when it was time for action.
“I thought you liked her like that. I know she told you I was a sl.ut so I felt you preferred V-rgins.” She asked, laughing at me like she was saying; I told you.
She leaned and rested her bossom on me as she laughed. All of a sudden, like an electric current just flowed to my dkk, I got a full-bl-wn er.ect’ion! It was so h-rd that it became a bit painful. I was excited and I didn’t border hiding it. She looked down on it as if she was expecting to see it, and she continued her laughter again when she saw the bulge showing on my trousers.
“so, why did you cancel our meeting the other day?” she asked.
I insisted I was busy and that I didn’t do it intentionally. Finally, Sandra and I rescheduled; this time around, I made sure I cleared my schedule and waited for her. She had given my dikk a spark of life once more, and I was ready to explore it to the fullest.
She came as she promised. It was difficult to tell she was a secondary school student with her new apparel. She was dressed in maxi-gown that highlighted all her feminine features. I got an immediate Attention when she sprawled on the b£d, like she was exhausted from a long journey. She headed to my fridge and helped herself with can star. We engaged in light talks before I made my move on her.
I didn’t spend much time k-ssing on her l-ips, I eased the maxi-gown off her shoulders and reached for her b-ra. In one precise attempt, the b-ra was loos£ned and the br’ea’st were freed. I humped on one and started s-cking almost immediately. The Attention on my dkk was full-bl-wn and was pushing against my trousers. Sandra was not passive in b£d like Omore; she was active. I guess that made the difference as her hands moving all over my body made me maintain the full Attention past the rom-nce period to the action time. I gently sl-ipped down her p-nts, wore my c-ndom and thr-usted into her with full energy. She mo-ned and reached for my Tip immediately. With her legs spread widely and resting on the wall, she teased my Tip with her t0ngue as I thumped into her fragile and warm c’u.nt. despite all the slutty stories I’ve heard about her, she was still t¡ght and I could feel every single twist from the muscles of her veeg-y. When the tempo became high, she crossed her legs over my a’rse, holding firm on it with her hands as she rocked her Bottom against my d’kk. She knew exactly what she was doing, and it worked perfectly on me. I couldn’t stand the pleasure from the ar’se car-ss and Tip s-cking she was giving me. I twitched in spasm as I thr-ust firmly and passionately into her, over and over again until she let out a loud mo-n and we both came.
We lay exhausted on the b£d. I was excited as I k-ssed her and smiled. I was actually acting like a teenager who just had a successful s€× for the first time. All feelings of embarrassment and worries I had with Omore just disappeared; I was okk, and I’ve found my libido once more.
Moments later, she crawled on top of me. She bent and started teasing my ni’pp’le with her t0ngue. Then she moved her hands down to my dkk and started car-ssing it slowly. It responded fully, an soon became turgid with each $tr-oke. I jerked my hips forward and downwards as she did her magic on it. Then she bent over, held the tip against her l-ips and teased it with her t0ngue. Gradually, she ins**ted the entire length of the dikk into her mouth, rubbing her t0ngue and l-ips against it.
When she was done straining all the muscles of my d’kk, she picked up a c-ndom and fixed it on me. Then she mounted on top my dikk, gradually ins**ting it into her spread legs and sat on it. She rested her hands on my chest and jerked her hips forward and backwards. Then she held on me stronger as she rose and landed on it; repeating the process over and over again until I couldn’t take it more; she was driving me mad with pleasure; and I kept wondering how a teenager could be this good, confident and skillful on a man’s dikkk.
I expected he news of my s€×capade with Sandra to fill the school; but I didn’t hear of it. I had expressed my fears over it with Sandra and she assured me she wasn’t going to say anything. She informed me that the news that leaks to the network was always from a third party. We had few more flings that went smooth.
Then Omore came back to the picture; like a resurrected case. It felt awkward talking about the last time with her, so I avoided the topic. Then she told me she would like to come to my house the next day.i was surprised and speechless, I didn’t know how to take the news.
“don’t worry, I’m no longer a V-rgin.” She said to me.
When she came that evening, I tried discussing the V-rginity case with her. She said she wasn’t going to talk about it so we started our usual rom-nce. I had no feeling of guilt whatsoever. I teased her as usual and when I reached for her p-nts, she didn’t hesitate. I move for my c-ndoms and wore them. Then, before entering, I car-ssed her inner th-ighs, gently rubb£d her cl*t, then ins**ted my index f-nger gently into her, it did go in smoothly; she really had lost the V-rginity. I didn’t let that border me, my dikk was still h-rd. I patted her legs and gently moved into her. She held on my th-ightly as I ins**ted my dikk, like she felt slight pain. I slowed down a bit, then gently ins**ted the dkk gradually until a reasonable length entered. Then I thumped away. . .
After the s€×, I car-ssed her to make her feel needed and liked. After some handling and teasing, I asked how she lost the V-rginity and to who.
“To no one!” she finally said.
“what do you mean?” I asked.
“I did it myself!”
What the media and ₱vblicity aids of the first lady failed to understand that some things are just natural; at this technology driven age that makes the world a global village, certain virtues are being lost and replaced with contemporary once that is now widely accepted.
The teenage girl is influenced by lots of factors; peer group and the need to feel belonged. They should have understood that the teenage girl loves to feel belonged and follow the tide as it bl-ws. She wants to be seen and accepted as a “happening” girl. They feel the need to practice what the see, read and learn around them.
I quite agree with her on the resolve to discourage teenage s€×. But if she is willing to stop teenage pregnancy, spread of HIV and encourage girl-child education, then she should preach safe s€×! Its high time we told ourselves the truth and stop beating around the bush.
************THE END***********

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