She was nineteen and home from college for the summer when it started. I walked in on her in the bathroom one night, bent over the counter with two fingers buried in her own ass, moaning like she was trying to keep quiet but failing. She froze when she saw me in the mirror, but she didnt pull her fingers out right away. Her face went red, yet her eyes stayed locked on mine.
Dad, she whispered, voice shaky. I I was just curious.
I stepped inside and shut the door. Curious about what, exactly?
About how it feels. Ive been watching stuff. Anal stuff. It looks so dirty and good.
I moved behind her, pressed my body against hers, and reached down to replace her fingers with mine. She was already slick with lube and her own juices. Two fingers slid in easily. She pushed back against them with a low groan.
Fuck, youre tight, I said, working them deeper. You really want this in your ass?
Yes, she breathed. I want your cock there. Ive been thinking about it for weeks.
I pulled my fingers out, unzipped, and rubbed the head of my cock against her hole. She was so warm and ready. I pushed in slow at first, just the tip, letting her adjust. She hissed, then relaxed, pushing back until I sank halfway inside.
Oh my God, its so big, she gasped. Dont stop. Fill my ass.
I grabbed her hips and drove the rest of the way in. Her ass clenched around me like a fist. I started thrusting, deep and steady, watching her face in the mirror as it twisted with pleasure and a little pain. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit fast.
Harder, she begged. Fuck my ass harder. I can take it.
I slammed into her, skin slapping loud in the small room. Every thrust made her moan louder. She came hard, legs shaking, ass squeezing my cock so tight I almost lost it. I kept going, pounding her through it until I felt my own orgasm building.
Gonna fill your ass, I growled.
Do it. Come in my ass, Dad.
I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, pulse after pulse of thick cum pumping deep inside her. She stayed bent over, breathing hard, my cock still twitching in her stretched hole.
After that night we didnt stop. Every chance we got she was asking for iton her knees in the garage, bent over the kitchen table, riding me reverse in her bedroom while she reached back to spread her cheeks wider. She loved the filthy talk, loved hearing how tight and dirty her ass felt around my cock. Sometimes shed finger her pussy at the same time, coming so hard shed squirt down her thighs.
One afternoon she came home from the pool in a tiny bikini, bent over the couch without a word, and pulled the bottoms aside.
Ive been thinking about your cock in my ass all day, she said. Use me.
I didnt need more invitation. I spit on her hole, worked my cock in, and fucked her ass while she moaned into the cushions. She came twice before I pulled out and painted her lower back with the load shed been begging for.
We kept it going all summer. She got bolder, asking for bigger toys first to warm up, then taking me raw and deep every time. By the end of August she could take it anytime, anywhere, and she always came hardest when I told her what a filthy daughter she was for wanting her ass fucked so much.
When she left for school again she kissed me at the door and whispered, Ill be thinking about this every night. Save it for me when I come home. I knew she would. Her ass belonged to me now, and we both liked it that way.
