I had just turned twenty-one when it started. My dad caught me pissing in the backyard one hot night after too many beers, and instead of yelling he just watched. His eyes locked on the stream splashing between my spread thighs. "Fuck, baby girl," he said, voice low and rough. "That's the hottest thing I've seen."
I should have pulled my shorts up and run inside, but my pussy got wet instantly. I kept going, letting it arc out while he stared. When I finished he stepped closer, unzipped, and pulled his thick cock out. "Open your mouth," he ordered. I did. Hot piss hit my tongue, salty and strong, filling my mouth until I swallowed without thinking. He groaned and kept pissing, some splashing down my tits, soaking my tank top. When he finished he shoved his cock between my lips and fucked my throat right there in the dark yard.
After that night nothing was the same. Every time Mom left for work he came for me. "On your knees, slut," he'd say, and I'd drop, mouth open like a good girl. He'd let loose, flooding my tongue with his morning piss, making me gulp every drop before he fed me his cock. I learned to love the taste, the way it mixed with his pre-cum when he got hard. He'd hold my head and piss straight down my throat until my belly felt full, then he'd bend me over the kitchen table and slam into my dripping cunt.
One afternoon he had me strip in the living room. "Piss for Daddy," he demanded. I squatted over a towel and let it flow while he stroked himself. When I finished he pushed me onto my back, straddled my face, and aimed his stream right into my open mouth. I drank until it overflowed, piss running down my chin onto my tits. Then he flipped me over, spread my ass, and pissed across my hole before shoving his cock in dry. The burn mixed with the warm wet feeling made me cum so hard I screamed.
We got filthier. He'd wake me at night, drag me to the bathroom, and have me kneel in the tub. He'd piss all over my face and hair, then make me lick his cock clean before he fucked my throat until tears ran down my cheeks. "Swallow every drop, baby," he'd growl, holding my head while his piss and cum mixed in my mouth. I'd swallow it all, then beg for more. He'd finger my soaked pussy and tell me what a nasty incest whore I was for drinking my own father's piss.
One weekend Mom was gone he spent the whole Saturday using me. Morning piss straight from his cock into my mouth while I fingered myself. Afternoon he bent me over the couch and fucked my ass, then pulled out and pissed inside me.
I felt it flood my guts, hot and wrong, before he plugged me with his fingers and made me hold it. When he finally let me release it I pissed all over the floor and he shoved his face between my legs to drink from me too.
By evening I was on my back on the bed, legs spread wide. He stood over me, cock aimed at my face. "Beg for it," he said. "Please, Daddy, piss in my mouth again," I moaned. He let loose, a long steady stream filling my mouth until I had to swallow fast or choke. The taste was pure sex now, familiar and filthy. When his bladder emptied he dropped between my thighs and ate my pussy while I came on his tongue, then he fucked me raw, pounding my cunt until he flooded me with thick cum.
We didn't stop. Every day he found new ways to use me. Sometimes he'd have me piss into a glass and drink it while he watched, then he'd add his own and make me finish both. Other times he'd fuck my mouth until he was close, pull out, piss down my throat, then shove back in and cum. The mix of hot piss and hot cum became my favorite flavor.
I never felt shame, only hunger. My dad owned my mouth, my pussy, my ass, and every drop of piss that came out of either of us. And every time he said "open up, baby girl," I opened wide, tongue out, ready for whatever he gave me.
