She turned eighteen last month and came home from college for the summer looking like pure trouble. The second she walked through the door in those tiny shorts I knew I was fucked. Tight ass, perky tits pushing against her tank top, and that knowing little smile like she already guessed what I was thinking. Her mom was at work all day, leaving just the two of us in the house, and the air got thick fast.
I tried to play it cool at first, but every time she bent over or brushed past me my cock got hard. She noticed. On the third day she came into the living room wearing nothing but a towel, fresh from the shower, and dropped it right in front of me. “Daddy,” she said, voice low and dirty, “I’ve been thinking about this for years. You want to fuck me? Then do it.”
I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed her, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch. Her ass was round and smooth, and when I yanked her cheeks apart her pink pussy was already glistening. I spit on my fingers and shoved two inside her, feeling how tight and hot she was. She moaned loud, pushing back on my hand. “Fuck me already, Daddy. I want that big cock.”
I unzipped and pulled my dick out, thick and throbbing. I rubbed the head up and down her slit a few times, coating it in her juices, then slammed all the way in with one hard thrust. She cried out, gripping the couch cushions. Her cunt clenched around me like a fist. I started pounding her right there, hips slapping against her ass, the sound wet and filthy. Every thrust went balls-deep. She kept begging, “Harder, Daddy, fuck your daughter’s pussy harder.”
I reached under her and grabbed her tits, pinching the nipples while I railed her. She came fast, shaking and squirting a little around my cock. That only made me fuck her rougher. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the floor, and shoved back inside. Her legs wrapped around me. I watched my cock disappear into her over and over, stretching her open. She looked up at me with glassy eyes and said, “I want you to cum in me, Daddy. Fill your little girl’s cunt.”
I lasted maybe another minute. I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her. She milked every drop, grinding against me. When I finally pulled out, my load leaked out of her swollen pussy and ran down her ass.
We didn’t stop there. She climbed on top and rode me on the living room rug, bouncing on my cock while she told me how long she’d wanted this. I slapped her ass and told her what a dirty incest slut she was. She came again, screaming. Later I took her to the bedroom, bent her over the mattress, and fucked her from behind until she was hoarse from moaning. We tried every position: her on top, me holding her legs wide open on the edge of the bed, her riding reverse so I could watch her ass bounce. Each time I filled her up or painted her tits and face.
By the time her mom’s car pulled into the driveway we were both wrecked, covered in sweat and cum.
She kissed me hard, tasting like sex, and whispered, “Same time tomorrow, Daddy. I want it even dirtier.”
We kept going all summer. Every day when we had the house to ourselves she’d come find me, drop to her knees, or bend over whatever was closest. The sex stayed raw and nasty: choking, spanking, her calling me Daddy while I stretched her holes and pumped load after load into her. She loved it when I fucked her in her old bedroom, making her squirt on the same bed she grew up in. I loved watching my cum drip out of her and knowing she was walking around the house with it inside her.
It never got old. She was eighteen, legal, and obsessed with getting fucked by her father. I was obsessed with giving it to her. We didn’t talk about stopping. We just kept fucking, hard and direct, every chance we got.
