This past weekend, I went home for a visit. The funny thing about it was that, apparently, every teen from the neighborhood decided to come home this same weekend. When I pulled up at my parents’ house, the rest of the neighborhood was alive with friends I grew up with shooting hoops in driveways, skateboarding, sitting on front stoops smoking, and piled around cars with beers. It was great to see the neighborhood so revived.
When I got out, several people came over and started talking with me. I noticed that my parents weren’t home from grocery shopping, so I invited everyone inside. They all followed, and we went to my room. No sooner had my bedroom door closed than the guys started ripping the girls’ clothes off. We piled on the bed, a collage of arms and legs and asses and breasts. Hands found pussies and cocks. Mouths were filled with dicks and tongues. Every person in my room, and there must have been 10 of us total, managed to fuck, suck, and fondle every other person before we heard my parents drive up. Everyone got off at least once, too. If my parents smelt the sex on us or suspected we had been having lusty fun upstairs when they came home, they didn’t let on. This weekend was SO relaxing, what with all the sexual release that went on.