The tent smelled like pine needles and sweat. I watched my 22-year-old daughter Emily unzip her sleeping bag and crawl in beside me, her bare tits already out because she’d ditched her shirt an hour ago. “Dad, you said you’d teach me everything tonight,” she whispered, voice raw with need.
“Show me how to fuck right.”
I didn’t waste time with soft words. I grabbed her by the hips and hauled her onto my lap so her wet pussy pressed straight against my hard cock. “First lesson,” I growled, “is you don’t ask. You take.” I reached down, spread her lips with two fingers, and rubbed her clit in rough circles until she was dripping down my shaft. Emily moaned loud enough to echo off the trees. Good. No one else was around for miles.
“Stroke it,” I ordered. She wrapped her small hand around my thick cock and pumped, learning the rhythm fast. Precum leaked over her knuckles. “Now put it in.” She lined me up and sank down slow, gasping as her tight cunt stretched around every inch. I didn’t let her adjust. I thrust up hard, burying myself balls-deep on the first stroke. “Fuck, that’s it,” I snarled. “Ride your daddy’s cock like you mean it.”
She bounced on me, tits slapping, pussy making wet sounds every time she dropped. I slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “Lesson two: you come when I say.” I flipped her onto her back, hooked her knees over my shoulders, and pounded her deep. The tent walls shook. Emily clawed my back and begged, “Teach me to take it harder, Daddy. Please.” I slammed into her cervix with every thrust, grinding my pubic bone against her clit until she shook and squirted around my cock.
I pulled out, flipped her onto all fours, and shoved back in from behind. One hand fisted her hair, the other reached around to pinch her swollen clit. “You’re learning fast, baby girl,” I grunted, fucking her like an animal. “Now milk me.” She pushed back, squeezing her pussy walls on purpose. I roared and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her cunt until it overflowed and ran down her thighs.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard. I stayed hard inside her. “Round two starts now,” I told her, already moving again. “This time you’re going to learn how to swallow every drop.” Emily looked back over her shoulder, eyes glassy with lust, and smiled like she’d just aced the first test.
By the time the fire outside burned low, she’d taken my cock in her mouth, her ass, and her pussy again, each time dirtier and more demanding than the last. She came screaming into the sleeping bag while I filled her one more time. When she finally collapsed, cum leaking from every hole, I pulled her close and said, “Class isn’t over till morning, sweetheart. We’ve got all night to practice.”
