Sex on my Dad's bed

When I was home from college last summer, after getting expelled (long story), I had to stay at my Dad's house for most of the time. My Dad is such a dick. He's a drunk, he yells, he's in trouble for some kind of money laundering he's been doing at his job. So I just despised him that summer and couldn't wait to be somewhere else, and he hated me, too. Since I didn't have a job, and didn't want to get one, I just went around town drinking (even though I was underage), and smoking weed and occasionally spray painting and doing jack shit. But I also hit on a lot of girls. I hadn't gotten laid since leaving school where I got, to be honest, a lot of pussy. So now I was craving another female in my life.

So I finally met this cute girl who worked at the grocery store in town. Her name was Devon. She was my age and had never left town. She was relatively easy to flirt with and after getting her number after checking out one day, it all came together relatively quickly. We hooked up a week later.

About a week after we first got together, my Dad left on a business trip. I was so glad to see him gone, that I felt like this was a good time to get back at him for being such a failure. So I brought Devon over and when we went upstairs, instead of going to my room, we went to my Dad's bedroom. She didn't know the difference because this was the first time she'd actually been to my house! My goal was to have sex on my Dad's bed and make Devon cum so she squirted on his sheets. I didn't want to ejaculate on the sheets, because that would have been too easy. Then I could have just wanked off in his room. I had gotten the sense from the first couple times I'd banged Devon that she could be a squirter considering how wet she'd gotten and how loud she was.

So I banged her on my Dad's bed and when I started hearing my nuts slapping against her vagina I felt like I was going hard enough. She had been like regular moaning up until this point, when she said, "I'm close." She kept moaning and saying "I'm close," again and again, while I continued to slap against her and together with the squeaking of the bed it was like some techno-beat rhythm that probably could have become a smash hit if we recorded it. But she wasn't actually "getting there." It was just, Ah-ah-ah-I'm close, rinse and repeat. So I started finger fucking her at the same time. She was really wet but not squirting. It was hard to finger her clitoris while keeping my cock inside her, because you know, obviously. Then she grabbed my arm and pushed my fingers away from her and they hit the mattress and scrunched up between my legs and her ass and she, like, squawked as she finally stopped being close. My fingers scrunched up on the mattress as I came because it felt really good. But then I felt, mid-orgasm, this sharp pain in my fingers. When I finished and lay on top of her I was like OW. SHIT.

It turned out I'd dislocated my finger. The two of us went to the hospital and made up a story about how it happened. It fucking hurt getting it pushed back in. So sex can be hazardous.

The upside was, I felt, at least I'd stained my Dad's sheets with a few vaginal fluids from my fingers and we 'd probably shed a few pubes on there as well. My Dad came home and never said anything about the state of his bed, but I know he noticed. I broke up with Devon at the end of the summer.

By Anonymous

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