At almost 23, I was still a member of the youth club "Firefly" on King Street in Hazelstead.
I had fucked Amy on the property next to the youth club, a neglected small park. She was about the same age as me. It had happened twice and the second time, our lovemaking hadn't turned out well. Amy was lying with her bare ass in the tall grass and she hadn't felt when I pushed my cock into her pussy that a tick had sucked itself tight on her left buttocks. She had only found out at home when she took a shower to wash her pussy after I had banged her. Her younger sister Vicky had carefully removed the parasite from Amy's buttocks with tweezers.
At first, I thought that because of this tick Amy would limit herself to the double fuck party with me. I thought it was a shame because she had such a nice tight pussy. When I squirted my cum into her fuck hole it was like birds flying out of my asshole, singing. I felt so good in her fuck hole.
That she wouldn't let me screw her again turned out not to be the case. I had shagged her to her entire satisfaction and she had come twice, screaming. Apparently I was good at sex, better than the guys who had fucked her before.
Amy probably wanted sex with me, but she no longer thought about letting me fuck her in the grassy park next to the youth club. Unfortunately, it was impossible to have sex with her at her home because of her parents, two sisters, and a brother. It didn't suit me either at my home because my parents shouldn't know that I was banging everything left and right that had tits and a pussy.
Still, I had underestimated Amy. She was very capable and resourceful, even shrewd. She didn't remain passive. She was looking for a place where we could have sex undisturbed and where there were no ticks or other parasites.
One day, Amy called me. On the phone, she told me the good news she had. She was allowed to pick up the keys for an apartment to rent in a building on Welbeck Avenue in Saint-Troyan. The apartment was rented out by the Schach-Fleisher agency on Freebee Square in Hazelstead. This real estate agency had recently settled in Hazelstead, in a beautiful bourgeois house from the 19th century that had been rebuilt after the war.
A friend of Amy was, like her, a singer in the choir of the St. Anna Monastery. This girl worked as an employee for the real estate company Schach-Fleisher. She had promised Amy that she would keep the keys to the rented apartment for her for three days so that Amy could "inspect the apartment at will" without anyone disturbing her.
Amy immediately picked up the keys on Freebee Square. Then she called me. We visited the apartment together. We weren't exactly thrilled, even though we had now found a place to make love undisturbed.
Amy's friend hadn't told her it was a pretty shabby apartment. It was large and spacious, with high ceilings, and had two bedrooms, but it was poorly equipped and smelled bad. There was no furniture and water, gas and electricity were cut off. In one of the bedrooms, which was well-lit by a large glass terrace door, we found a mattress on the floor. The last tenants hadn't bothered to take it with them. It looked worn and smelled musty.
When I saw this mattress, I took Amy in my arms and wanted to lay her down on it. She looked at me indignantly, slipped out of my arms and left the bedroom. She stopped in the hallway. She leaned against the wall and told me not to be so impatient.
For the next few days, she had envisioned a special scenario. I was surprised and I doubted. What interested me was simple and direct sex with her. Her pussy was so delicious and I didn't know what she meant by her "script". Maybe experience sexual fantasies? It wasn't really what I would like. Amy told me:
"I love that you fuck me and as often as you can, be aware of that. But don't get me wrong: to do it the same way all the time, me on my back, legs open and you on top of me, no, I don't want that. You should leave me something too. That would be fair, don't you think, Dick?"
