You know the problem. You're young (but of course over 18 and gagging for it). You're living with parents. You don't have a car. Where the hell do you have sex? Well, I had been going out with a guy for about 4 weeks, I was absolutely mad about him. I was on the pill. I was as horny as hell. He was four years older than me and made me feel.....well....you know what I mean. He could use his tongue inside me and make me cum before I could say cunnilingus.
But our problem was location. We had tried in the fields -- not very comfortable and prone to discovery. We had tried our parents' homes -- always watching our backs in case our parents made an unexpected return. We had even tried a friend's house, but when we got semen stains on their sofa, we weren't invited back.
But one evening in early June I found the answer. My parents were looking to move house, and when a new estate near our place was being built with larger properties than ours, my folks were one of the first to visit the "show house" -- you know, the first house that they build which they kit out with furniture so you can see how these "boxes" look when lived in. I tagged along, as I was bored with homework and I decided looking at the house was better than staying in.
I was getting bored as we looked at each room. The master bedroom was, to be true, beautiful with a large bed which looked so comfortable. As we listened to the sales guy drone on, I started to daydream about having sex with my boyfriend in the bed. I could envisage my legs high in the air, over his shoulder as he pumped his thick cock inside me. I would be having orgasms as he thrust hard and deep inside my wet, tight pussy.
Then someone asked me a question. I was a million miles away. I was moist. "What!" I said.
The sales guy (who was kinda cute, and who I would have happily taken to bed to satisfy my appetite) asked me again if I liked the room. My face went red and I managed to splutter a quick answer. Everyone looked at me as if I were a moron, and we moved on to the next room.
Soon we were leaving and the sales guy and his blonde bimbo assistant were seeing us off the premises. But as we were leaving it became clear that it was also closing time for them as well. I looked at my watch. 8pm. He locked the door as he continued to do the hard sell on my parents. I watched him as he handed the key to the blonde who hid it behind the gas meter which was behind a service door just to the side of the front door. Not exactly security conscious, I thought. But already I was beginning to see the potential. Here was somewhere where we could fuck ourselves silly without being found. And in a delicious bed as well.
We arrived at 8.30 the next day and made our way to the house. The key was in its usual place, and we quickly made our way inside. We locked the front door and rushed upstairs. It was about 8.32 before we were both naked, laid out on the wonderful double bed.
We kissed, we fondled. I loved the cock in my hand which grew so hard, so long and so thick. He licked my nipples and I started to get moist. I wanted to suck his cock and the smell of my fresh pussy juice always made him want to lick me. 69 sounded like a wonderful solution so we lay side by side, head to toe and I sucked his cock deep into my mouth as he licked and fingered my dripping wet, hot cunt. I was first to cum, a hard contraction which he milked with his tongue and finger, his knuckle rubbing my g-spot with a thumb rubbing pussy juice around my ass hole. Oh god, it was SO good.
