Maybe a game of basketball will be just what you need to get your mind off sex. Even as you think that, your pussy is getting wet at the thought of being so close to these sweaty, teen studs.
You ask, "Hey, do you need a fourth?" The boys are surprised, but readily agree. You dive into the game, your male side trying its best to score, and your female side wanting to score in a different way.
You play agressively, finding every chance to rub up against a boy, or "accidentally" touch a crotch or ass. Your efforts aren't wasted, and you can tell all three are turned on.
"You're pretty good at this," says Marc, the tallest of the three. "I'm not used to a girl playing this agressively."
"Thanks," you reply. "I'm pretty good at handling balls."
Damn. You said it, and the boys caught the inference. The side of you is watching through a haze right now, unable to stop your sluttish side from acting.
You pull at the front of your shirt. "I sure worked up a sweat. You guys are lucky that you can take off your shirts whenever you want."
Tom, the youngest, grins and says they would have no problem with that. Spencer, the third boy, suggests you join them at his house to cool off and get a drink.
You know you should get away from there, but you are powerless to resist. You want to go back with the boys and let them all have their way with you. You also don't think you can wait that long and want to duck behind some bushes and bang them right now. Of course, you are pretty hot and sweaty and would like a shower first; maybe your male side can find a way to turn on the cold water and bring yourself under control.
What should you do?
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