My mom had gone to her parents’ place for a few days, leaving just me, Manjulika Singh, and my dad at home. For the past four months, Dad had been eyeing me with a hungry look, his gaze lingering on my body as if he could see right through my clothes. I knew exactly what he wanted—he was dying to fuck me hard, to pound my virgin pussy into submission. It was crystal clear. That day, Mom left, and night fell. A mix of fear and excitement churned inside me. I had a gut feeling that tonight was going to be heavy—tonight, I’d definitely get fucked.
Friends, I was now a 23-year-old hot piece of ass. My fair skin, slim 28-inch waist, and full 36-inch tits were enough to make any man’s cock rock hard. I was ready to take any thick dick in my pussy. For days, a burning desire to get fucked had been simmering inside me, keeping me restless every night. I’d seen Dad fuck Mom countless times—her moans, her screams, the creaking bed in the dark. Those sounds had ignited a fire in me, fueling my lust.
At 10 p.m., I prepared dinner for Dad. I was wearing a tight pink T-shirt that hugged my tits, showing off their perfect shape, and black shorts that barely covered my thighs, my round ass peeking out. I carried the plate to Dad’s room. He was sitting on the bed, dressed in a loose tank top and pajamas. He set the plate aside and pulled me onto his lap.
“Dad! What are you doing?” I asked, feigning surprise, though I already had a hunch.
“Manjulika, my sweet girl, tonight I’m going to teach you a secret art. Learn this, and you’ll feel ultimate pleasure. It’s gonna feel so fucking good,” Dad said, his voice deep and serious, his eyes glinting with something wild.
“What’s this art called, Dad?” I asked, my heart racing with curiosity.
“It’s called the art of fucking, baby. Tonight, I’ll show you how it’s done. You’re gonna love it. Just do what I say, and don’t say no, okay?” Dad’s voice carried a commanding edge.
I was a 23-year-old bombshell. My skin was so fair people called me milky white. My mom was a stunning beauty, and I’d inherited every bit of her looks. My long, black hair cascaded down to my waist, and my 36-inch tits were the star of my body. I’d watched Dad fuck Mom many times, and each time, a strange thrill ran through me. Tonight, I was ready to get fucked myself.
Dad kept me on his lap, his strong arms wrapping around me. He started kissing my ears, neck, and back. His hot breath tickled my skin, making me giggle and squirm. A soft “mmm…” escaped my lips. His hands roamed over my T-shirt, circling my tits, then gently squeezing them through the fabric.
“Dad… what are you…” I started, my voice hesitant, but he cut me off.
“Manjulika, if you want to learn this art of fucking, don’t interrupt me. Let me do what I’m doing. If it doesn’t feel good in the end, you tell me,” Dad said, his tone confident. I went quiet. His hands were now kneading my 36-inch tits, sending a rush of heat through my body.
For fifteen minutes, Dad massaged my tits through my T-shirt. His fingers teased my nipples, and my breathing grew heavy. I was getting hooked on this art of fucking. My pussy was already wet, a tingling warmth spreading between my legs. Dad cupped my face and started kissing my pink lips. His tongue danced over mine, and I slowly began sucking his lips back. We were losing ourselves in each other.
“Dad… is this wrong?” I asked, a hint of hesitation in my voice, but my tone dripped with desire.
“Baby, what’s wrong about this? It’s the purest form of love. Tonight, you’re my queen,” Dad said, diving back into my lips.
He ordered me, “Manjulika, take off your clothes.” I hesitated for a moment, then looked into his eyes. They burned with lust but also held a strange kind of love. I slowly peeled off my pink T-shirt, revealing my black bra, my 36-inch tits straining against it. Then I slid off my shorts, leaving me in just my bra and panties. Dad stripped off his tank top and pajamas, his 10-inch cock standing tall and hard. The sight of it made my pussy even wetter.
He pulled me back onto his lap. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my slim 28-inch waist pressed against his 40-inch one. He held me tight in his arms. The house was empty except for us. Tonight, Dad was going to become a daughter-fucker. I was in the mood to get fucked, so I hugged him back tightly. We were sitting on the bed, his hands gliding over my bare skin, from my back to my ass to my thighs.
“Oh, Manjulika, you’ve become such a sexy piece of ass. I didn’t even realize. Tonight, I’m going to feast on your pussy and teach you the art of sex,” Dad said, his voice thick with hunger.
“Dad… I’m dying to get fucked by you tonight. Fuck me hard and make my pussy yours,” I said, my voice shameless with lust.
Dad started sucking my pink lips again. His tongue explored my mouth, and I sucked his lips back. We were melting into each other. I ran my hands over his broad chest, while his hands roamed my bare body. My pussy was soaking wet now. Dad was getting heated. He pulled me against his chest and kissed me wildly—my neck, my shoulders, my tits. My 36-inch tits pressed against his chest, and a strange intoxication took over me.
“Manjulika… you’re my slut tonight,” Dad growled, his voice commanding.
“Yes, Dad… I’m your slut. Fuck me as much as you want,” I replied, my voice dripping with shameless desire.
Dad unhooked my bra, and my tits spilled out. He went wild at the sight, grabbing my left tit and sucking it hard. His tongue swirled around my nipple, and I moaned, “Ohhh… fuck… mmm… ohhh…” My pussy was throbbing with need. He squeezed my round ass cheeks, his fingers digging into my flesh.
“Dad… ohhh… what are you doing…?” I moaned, my words laced with pleasure, not protest.
“Baby, shut up and enjoy. This is the first lesson of fucking. I’m gonna show you heaven tonight,” Dad said, moving to my right tit. His tongue teased my nipple, and I gasped, “Ahhh… ohhh… sss…” My pussy was dripping now. He sucked my tits for 20 minutes, making them swell to what felt like 40 inches.
“Manjulika… say, ‘Dad, rip my pussy apart,’” he ordered.
“Dad… rip my pussy apart,” I echoed, my voice trembling with lust.
“Say, ‘I’m your whore, your slut,’” he commanded.
“Yes, Dad… I’m your whore, your slut. Fuck me as much as you want,” I said, completely shameless.
We started talking dirty, and it turned us both on even more. His eyes locked onto mine, and I stared back, our gazes fucking each other. He went back to sucking my lips, his hands kneading my round ass cheeks. My panties were soaked through.
Dad lifted me slightly and yanked off my panties. I was completely naked now. He positioned his 10-inch cock at my pussy’s entrance. My breath caught in my throat. He grabbed my ass cheeks tightly and thrust hard. My virgin pussy tore open. “Ohhh… fuck… Mom…” I screamed. His cock plunged deep inside me, a mix of pain and pleasure ripping through my body.
He started fucking me, still sitting on the bed with me in his lap. His hips slammed against mine, my pussy making wet “slap-slap” sounds with every thrust. I moaned, “Ohhh… fuck… mmm… ahhh…” Tears streamed down my face, but Dad licked them away. “My brave girl… just a little more,” he said, fucking me harder.
Blood from my torn pussy stained the bedsheet. He kissed my lips again, fucking me with deep “thud-thud” thrusts. I clung to him tightly, my 36-inch tits bouncing with every thrust. He spread my legs wider, leaning back slightly to pound me with long, deep strokes. “Ohhh… Dad… slower…” I screamed, but my voice was thick with pleasure.
He fucked me for 35 minutes, my pussy stretching to take him. Then he came, his hot load flooding my pussy. I moaned, “Ahhh…” and collapsed in his arms. His cock stayed inside me for 10 minutes after he came. When he pulled out, his cum dripped from my pussy. He scooped it up and fed it to me. “Swallow it, my queen,” he said. I drank it all.
We lay down. “How was the art of fucking, Manjulika?” he asked.
“Fucking awesome, Dad!” I laughed.
We talked sweetly for a while. Then I climbed on top of him. His cock was soft now, but I stroked it until it hardened again. I took it in my mouth, sucking it eagerly. My tongue swirled around the tip, and he groaned, “Ohhh… Manjulika… faster…” I sucked for 18 minutes, my lips and hands working his shaft.
He flipped me onto my back and slid his cock back into my pussy. My tits bounced wildly as he fucked me. I moaned, “Ohhh… ahhh… sss…” After 20 minutes, he came inside me again.
Then he turned me over into doggy style, my round ass in the air. He caressed my ass cheeks, his fingers sliding between them. “Manjulika, your ass is still virgin,” he said, his voice dripping with greed.
“Yeah, Dad, I saved it for you. Plenty of guys wanted to fuck my ass, but I said no,” I replied shamelessly.
He kissed my ass cheeks, his tongue gliding over my skin, making me giggle. Then he spread my cheeks and licked my asshole. “Ohhh… Dad…” I moaned, a shiver running through me. His tongue circled my hole, and I gasped, “Ahhh… mmm… sss…” My ass tingled with pleasure. Suddenly, a soft “poot” escaped my ass, a little fart. I blushed, but Dad laughed, “Don’t worry, baby, that’s natural. Just enjoy.”
He licked my asshole harder, his tongue probing inside. I moaned, “Mmm… ohhh…” My ass was wet now. He slid a finger in, and I yelped, “Ohhh… Dad… slow…” His finger stretched my tight hole, a mix of pain and pleasure hitting me. He added another finger, widening me further. Another “poot-poot” sound came from my ass, and I felt embarrassed, but Dad said, “That’s part of the fun, baby.”
He pressed his 10-inch cock against my asshole. It felt massive. “Dad… it’s too big… it’ll hurt…” I said, nervous.
“It’ll hurt a bit, but then it’s pure heaven,” he said, slowly pushing his cock in. I screamed, “Ohhh… fuck… Dad… slow…” My asshole stretched painfully as he inched inside. Another loud “poot” escaped, and I cringed, but he kept going. His cock was halfway in, slick with my ass’s natural mess. “Baby, this is real fucking,” he said, pushing deeper.
The pain started to fade as my ass adjusted. He fucked me slowly, my ass making wet “slap-slap” and “poot-poot” sounds. I moaned, “Ahhh… ohhh… fuck…” The pleasure built, overtaking the pain. He spanked my ass, saying, “My slutty daughter, your ass is paradise.” He fucked me for 30 minutes, my ass cheeks red from his thrusts. His cock got a bit dirty, but he didn’t care, plunging back in. Finally, he came, his hot load filling my ass. I moaned, “Ohhh…” and collapsed.
Friends, how did you like this story of fucking? Share your thoughts in the comments below.