My name is Sunita, and I’m 20 years old. My body is the kind that makes heads turn—5’6” tall, with 36-inch tits, a 28-inch waist, and a 34-inch ass that sways just right. Before I dive into this story, let me confess something: I’m obsessed with new cocks. My naughty pussy is always itching for something fresh, something hard, something that can tame its fire. This greedy little cunt of mine has tasted 13 cocks so far, and I can say with full confidence that the 14th could be any one of you. How? I’ll tell you at the end. For now, let’s get to the story.
This all happened two years ago, when I was about to turn 18. My birthday was just two days away, and I was buzzing with excitement. I love birthday gifts—Mom and Dad always surprise me with something unique and amazing. But this time, the gift I got wasn’t just amazing; it turned my world upside down and set my pussy on fire in ways I never imagined.
It was the night before the day before my birthday. I woke up around 1:30 AM to use the bathroom. The house was dead silent, the kind of quiet that makes every little sound feel louder. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of a shadow darting toward the hallway. At first, I brushed it off as my imagination, but my gut told me something was off. I went back to my room, ready to crawl into bed, when I heard the faint creak of a door opening. I glanced at my phone—1:38 AM. My heart skipped a beat. What if it was a thief? Fear gripped me, but curiosity was stronger.
I gathered my courage and tiptoed out of my room. The living room was pitch black, and my breathing sounded loud in the stillness. I scanned the area, trying to figure out where the noise came from. My heart was pounding, but I wasn’t about to back down. I crept toward the main door, my bare feet silent on the cold floor. When I got there, I noticed the door wasn’t locked. That was weird—Dad always locked up before bed. My pulse raced as I gently pushed the door open and peeked outside.
That’s when I saw him—a man crouched near the corner of our gate, looking out toward the street. The darkness made it hard to see, but then he pulled out his phone, and the screen’s glow lit up his face. My jaw dropped. It was Dad. What the hell was he doing out there in the middle of the night? I was about to call out to him when he got up, moving like a thief, and slipped out of the gate. My mind was racing with questions. I had to know what was going on.
I grabbed my slippers, threw on a hoodie, and followed him, keeping my steps light. I stayed in the shadows, my heart thumping so loud I thought he’d hear it. I watched as he headed straight to our neighbor’s house—Miss Kavya’s place. My stomach twisted. Kavya was our hot, curvy neighbor, always dressed in tight sarees or low-cut tops that showed off her assets. I’d seen Dad glance at her a few times, but this? This was something else.
When I reached her house, I saw the gate was slightly ajar. I slipped inside, my nerves on edge. The house was dark, and the silence was deafening. I was starting to think I’d lost him when a light flicked on in one of the rooms. A soft glow spilled out through the window. I crept over, my heart in my throat, and peered inside. What I saw made my knees weak and my pussy throb.
Dad was standing there, completely naked, his thick, 7.5-inch cock standing proud and hard. Kavya was on her knees in front of him, her lips wrapped around his massive shaft, sucking it like it was her favorite lollipop. That cock was a beast—thick, veiny, and glistening with her spit. I was stunned, my mind torn between shock and arousal. How could Dad cheat on Mom like this? But fuck, that cock looked so good, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Then their voices broke through my haze.
Kavya: “Mmm… oh, darling, your thick cock tastes like fucking heaven.”
Dad: “Ahh… my slut, suck it harder. I need to taste that juicy pussy of yours too.”
Kavya: “No way, tonight I’m worshipping this monster. I could suck it all day.”
Dad: “Fuck… hurry up, baby. I snuck out with a lot of trouble.”
Kavya: “Ugh, why’re you always in a rush? Take your time with me for once.”
Dad: “Ahh… you’re sucking it so good, you filthy bitch. Keep going.”
Kavya: “What, doesn’t your boring wife play with this gorgeous cock?”
Dad: “Nah, she’s a dead fish. She can’t handle me like you do, my dirty whore.”
My blood boiled hearing them trash Mom like that. I wanted to scream, but I was glued to the spot, my eyes locked on the scene. Then Dad took charge. He grabbed Kavya, threw her onto the bed, and spread her legs wide. He positioned his massive cock at her pussy’s entrance and, with one brutal thrust, buried it deep inside her. Kavya let out a sharp moan, and Dad started pounding her like a machine. The room filled with the sounds of “ahh… uhh… slap… slap…” as his hips slammed into her.
Dad was fucking her with raw power, pulling his cock all the way out and then slamming it back in with a wet “thwack.” Kavya’s screams mixed with curses, and Dad was giving it back just as hard. Their fuck was so intense, so primal, that I forgot everything else. My hand slipped into my panties without me even realizing it. My pussy was soaked, and my fingers started rubbing my clit, sliding into my wet slit as I watched them.
Kavya: “Fuck me, you bastard! Tear my pussy apart, you motherfucker!”
Dad: “Take it, you slut! I’m gonna fuck your mom’s cunt too!”
Kavya: “Ahh… harder, my king! Make my pussy your bitch tonight!”
Dad: “Your cunt’s so tight today. Doesn’t that useless husband of yours fuck you?”
Kavya: “No, that asshole’s always at work, banging his desk instead of me.”
Dad: “Fucking whore, I’m gonna wreck your pussy tonight!”
Dad cranked up the pace, his cock pistoning in and out of her. Kavya was screaming, her body shaking as she came hard—once, twice, four times in 35 minutes—but Dad didn’t slow down. He was relentless, his balls slapping her ass with every thrust. I was outside, finger-fucking myself like crazy, my pussy dripping as I watched. Dad’s cock, his power, his raw masculinity—it was driving me wild. I came twice, my legs trembling, but my eyes never left that beast of a cock.
Then Dad let out a primal growl, pulled out, and sprayed his hot, thick cum all over Kavya. “Splurt… splurt…”—it hit her face, her tits, her stomach, even her hair. Her body was drenched in his load, and she looked like a porn star, moaning and rubbing it into her skin. I was in awe. Dad’s cock was half-soft now, but still so fucking sexy. I was hooked, obsessed, my pussy throbbing for it.
I didn’t stick around. I bolted back home, my heart racing. I slipped into bed, my mind replaying every second of what I’d seen. About 20 minutes later, I heard Dad sneak back in and head to his room. That night, I couldn’t sleep. I fingered my pussy over and over, imagining Dad’s cock, his thrusts, his cum. I squeezed my tits, pinched my nipples, and came at least six times, but my pussy’s fire wouldn’t die down.
When I woke up the next morning, Dad’s cock was all I could think about. I was wet just picturing it. I dragged myself to the bathroom, and under the hot shower, I couldn’t resist. I fingered my pussy again, rubbing my clit and shoving three fingers deep inside, imagining Dad fucking me. I came twice, my moans echoing in the bathroom. When I stepped out, Mom and Dad were at the dining table, eating breakfast.
Me: “Good morning, Mom, Dad!”
Mom: “Good morning, sweetie.”
Dad: “Morning, Sunita. Come, have breakfast.”
Mom: “Did you shower, or did you just roll out of bed?”
Me: “Ugh, Mom, I showered, okay?”
Dad: “Yeah, that’s why you’re glowing.”
Me: “Haha, Dad, you’re too much!”
(In my head): “But your thick, juicy cock is what’s really glowing, you sexy beast.”
We ate breakfast. Dad left for work, and Mom got busy with chores. My school was closed that day, so I was stuck at home, plotting how to get Dad’s cock. I had a boyfriend who’d fucked me plenty of times, and his dick was decent, but after seeing Dad’s monster and that savage fuck with Kavya, nothing else would do. I wanted Dad, and I wanted him bad.
I figured blackmail was my best shot. If I could catch him sneaking to Kavya’s again, I’d record it and use it to get what I wanted. That night, I stayed up, eyes glued to the hallway, waiting for Dad to make a move. But the bastard didn’t go anywhere. I was so horny, I fingered myself raw, cumming three times, but it wasn’t enough. For days, I kept watch, but Dad didn’t go back to Kavya’s. My patience was shot. I decided I’d make my move the next morning.
I woke up and planned everything. I wore my tightest jeans, which hugged my ass perfectly, and a deep-neck top that showed off my cleavage. I walked out of my room and found Dad in the living room. “Dad, can you drop me off at school today? My friend’s not going, and I don’t wanna go alone.” He agreed instantly. Jackpot.
Dad grabbed the car keys, and we headed out. As we left, I saw Kavya standing at her gate, wearing a tight saree that barely contained her tits and ass. Dad gave her a sneaky glance and a quick wink. I caught it all but played dumb.
Me: “Dad, Kavya’s pretty cool, isn’t she?”
Dad: “Yeah, she’s nice.”
Me: “Yeah, but she’s always alone. Her husband’s always working.”
Dad: “Well, that’s why they’re loaded.”
Me: “Sure, but she doesn’t seem happy.”
Dad: “Why not?”
Me: “I mean, she’s got no one to talk to. She barely chats with anyone around here.”
Dad: “Maybe she’s just busy like her husband.”
Me: “Or maybe she’s busy with someone else.”
Dad (startled): “Someone else? What do you mean?”
Me: “I don’t know, I’ve seen some guy sneaking into her house a few times.”
Dad: “What kind of guy?”
Me: “Dunno, one night I saw a dude creeping in like a thief.”
Dad’s face went pale. He was sweating bullets.
Dad (stammering): “Probably just a stray dog or something.”
Me: “Oh, come on, Dad, why’re you calling yourself a dog?”
He slammed on the brakes and pulled over, staring at me like I’d just slapped him. Fear was written all over his face.
Dad (panicked): “Sunita, what the hell are you saying? Calling your own father a dog?”
Me: “Relax, Dad, don’t play innocent. I know all about you and Kavya.”
Dad: “Know what?”
Me: “Really? You want me to spell it out?”
Dad (angry): “This joke’s gone too far.”
Me: “Ahh… my darling, hurry up, I wanna taste your pussy too.”
The second I said that, Dad’s jaw dropped. He looked like he’d seen a ghost.
Dad (furious): “You disrespectful brat, talking like that to your father? Have you no shame?”
Me: “Dad, drop the act. Just admit what you did.”
Dad: “Shut your nonsense.”
Me: “Fine, then I’ll show Mom the video of you and Kavya when we get home.”
The word “video” hit him like a truck. He was shaking.
Dad (begging): “Please, Sunita, don’t do that. I’m sorry. I swear I’ll never see Kavya again.”
Me: “Dad, I don’t care who you fuck. I just want what I want.”
Dad (shocked): “What?”
Me: “Yup.”
Dad: “What do you want?”
Me: “I want a taste of that thick cock of yours.”
Dad lost it, yelling and cursing, but I held my ground. I told him tomorrow was my 18th birthday, and I wanted his cock as my gift. He had no choice—my video was his kryptonite. We made a plan: he’d bring ice cream home, and we’d slip sleeping pills into Mom’s share. That night was gonna be wild.
Everything went like clockwork. I mixed the pills into Mom’s ice cream, and she was out cold by 10 PM. I waited in my room, counting down to 1:04 AM. Why 1:04? Because I was born at exactly 1:04 AM, and I wanted this to be my rebirth. I was lying on my bed, staring at the door, my pussy already wet with anticipation. I was rubbing my tits through my thin tank top, my nipples hard as rocks. My hand slipped into my panties, teasing my clit, keeping me on edge. I was so horny, it felt like my first time.
Finally, at 1:04 AM sharp, Dad walked in. He was wearing a tight vest and pants, his broad chest and thick arms looking like they could crush me. My pussy clenched just seeing him. His eyes were dark, hungry, like he’d accepted that he was about to fuck his own daughter and was ready to make it count. In that moment, he wasn’t my Dad—just a raw, powerful man, and I was his horny, willing woman.
I jumped off the bed, my tits bouncing in my tank top, my ass barely covered by my tiny shorts. Dad stepped closer, and as he reached the bed, I leapt into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. My tits pressed against his chest, and I could feel his cock hardening through his pants. I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, shoving my tongue into his mouth. His lips were hot, his stubble rough against my skin. He kissed back like a pro, turning it into a deep, sloppy smooch, sucking my tongue and biting my lips. I moaned into his mouth, my pussy grinding against his bulge.
Dad’s strong arms held me tight, his hands squeezing my ass. He carried me to the bed and laid me down, ripping off my tank top in one swift move. My black lace bra barely held my tits, and Dad’s eyes locked onto them, hungry as fuck. He dove back in, kissing me harder, his tongue fucking my mouth. His rough hands slid up my body, grazing my waist, then cupping my tits. He yanked my bra aside, exposing my perky, sensitive nipples. He squeezed my tits hard, his thumbs flicking my nipples, making me gasp. I was already soaking wet, my pussy begging for more.
Dad broke the kiss and moved to my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. He sucked and nibbled my skin, leaving wet trails as he worked his way down. When he reached my tits, he didn’t hold back. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard, his tongue swirling around it. I moaned, “Ahh… fuck…” as he bit it gently, then sucked again. His other hand pinched my other nipple, twisting it just enough to make me squirm. The pain mixed with pleasure, driving me wild. He spent 20 minutes on my tits, switching between them, sucking, biting, and squeezing until they were red and swollen, glistening with his spit. I was a moaning mess, my pussy dripping through my shorts.
Then his hands moved lower. He grabbed my shorts and, with one brutal tug, tore them apart, the fabric ripping with a loud “rrrip.” My pink panties were soaked, clinging to my pussy lips. Dad didn’t bother taking them off—he just pulled them aside and ran two fingers along my slit. My clit throbbed under his touch, and I bucked my hips, desperate for more. He teased me, rubbing my clit in slow circles, then sliding his fingers into my wet hole. I was moaning like a slut, “Ohh… Dad… please…”
He smirked and went down, his face between my thighs. His tongue flicked my clit, and I screamed. He sucked it hard, then licked my pussy lips, lapping up my juices. His tongue dove inside me, fucking my hole like a mini cock. I was in heaven, my hands gripping the sheets as he ate me out. He sucked my clit again, his fingers pumping in and out of my pussy. Within minutes, my body shook, and I came hard, my pussy gushing all over his face. “Ahh… fuck… I’m cumming!” I screamed. Dad licked up every drop, his tongue relentless. I was trembling, barely able to catch my breath.
But I wasn’t done. It was my turn. I pushed him onto the bed and straddled his legs. I fumbled with his pants, but he beat me to it, yanking them off along with his vest. No underwear—just his 7.5-inch, thick, veiny cock, standing tall and proud. It was even more gorgeous up close, pulsing with heat. I knelt between his legs, my hands wrapping around it. It was so thick, my fingers barely met. I stroked it slowly, feeling its weight, its power. I pulled back the foreskin, revealing his shiny, light-brown tip. A musky, intoxicating scent hit me, making my pussy clench.
I teased him, running my tongue along the tip, tasting his salty precum. Then I took his head into my mouth, sucking hard, my tongue swirling around it. It tasted fucking amazing. I bobbed my head, taking more of his cock, my lips stretched wide. It was too big to fit, but I didn’t care. I sucked and stroked, my other hand massaging his heavy balls. Dad groaned, “Ahh… fuck, baby…” His hands grabbed my hair, guiding me deeper. I gagged as his cock hit the back of my throat, but I kept going, drool dripping down my chin.
Then he took control. He held my head tight and thrust his hips, shoving his entire cock down my throat. I choked, my eyes watering, but the feeling was unreal. My pussy was dripping as he fucked my mouth, his cock sliding in and out of my throat. He held me there for 8 seconds, my nose buried in his pubes, before pulling out. I gasped for air, my face a mess of spit and tears, but I was in ecstasy. He did it again, holding me longer this time, 10 seconds, before letting go. I was dizzy with pleasure, my pussy throbbing. I sucked him for 20 minutes, worshipping every inch of that monster, until he was groaning like a beast.
I collapsed onto the floor, my body buzzing. Dad stood up, his cock slick with my spit, and pulled me to my feet. He kissed me hard, our tongues battling, his hands squeezing my ass. Then he pushed me onto the bed, spreading my legs wide. I knew what was coming. He grabbed a pillow, tossed it on the floor, and knelt on it. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, his fingers teasing my pussy again. He rubbed my clit, then pinched my nipple, making me scream. I was begging, “Dad, please… fuck me… I can’t take it anymore…”
He growled, “You have no idea what I’m gonna do to this tight pussy.” He positioned his cock at my entrance, rubbing the tip against my wet lips. I was trembling, desperate. Then, with one savage thrust, he buried half his cock inside me. I screamed, the stretch burning. Before I could adjust, he thrust again, slamming his full 7.5 inches deep into my pussy. It felt like he was splitting me in half, his cock hitting places I didn’t know existed.
I clawed at the sheets, begging him to stop, but he was relentless. He pulled out to the tip and slammed back in, his cock stretching my pussy to its limits. “Ahh… please… it’s too much!” I cried.
Dad: “Too late, baby. I’m gonna show you how a real man fucks.”
He fucked me like a machine, his cock pounding my pussy with deep, brutal thrusts. The room echoed with “slap… slap… ahh… uhh…” as his hips slammed into me. He lifted my other leg, spreading me wider, his cock hitting even deeper. My pussy was on fire, the pain melting into pleasure. I was moaning, “Fuck… harder… don’t stop…” as my pussy gushed around him.
Dad: “Your pussy’s already been fucked, huh? Who broke this slutty cunt?”
Me: “My boyfriend… ahh… but fuck him, keep going…”
Dad: “So you’re a cock-hungry whore already? Let me show you what a real fuck feels like.”
He flipped me over, making me get on all fours. My ass was in the air, my pussy wide open. He rubbed his cock against my slit, teasing me until I was begging, “Please, Dad, fuck me…” He grabbed my hips and slammed his cock inside, filling me completely. I screamed, my pussy clenching around him. He fucked me like an animal, his cock pounding my depths, his balls slapping my clit. He grabbed my tits, squeezing them hard, pinching my nipples until I was screaming in pain and pleasure.
He switched positions again, laying me flat and throwing my legs over his shoulders. His cock slammed back in, hitting my G-spot with every thrust. He sucked my tits, biting my nipples, his tongue flicking over them as he fucked me senseless. My pussy was raw, my body shaking as I came over and over—eight times in 45 minutes. The room was a symphony of moans, curses, and the wet “slap… slap…” of our bodies.
Me: “Fuck me, you bastard! Make me your whore… ahh… tear my pussy apart!”
Dad: “You filthy slut, cursing your own father? Take this cock, you bitch!”
Me: “Fuck… rip me open… ahh… harder!”
Dad: “Your pussy’s so fucking tight, like a virgin’s. What a piece of ass you are!”
Finally, Dad let out a primal roar, pulled out, and unleashed a torrent of cum. “Splurt… splurt…”—it sprayed across my face, my tits, my stomach, even my hair. The first three shots hit my throat, the rest coating my body in his hot, sticky load. His cock softened, but it still looked like a fucking masterpiece. I was covered in his cum, my body trembling. I scooped some off my tits and licked it, savoring its salty, musky taste. My pussy twitched, wanting more.
Dad collapsed beside me, both of us panting. Our eyes met, and we shared a wicked, satisfied grin. We headed to the bathroom, showering together, our hands exploring each other’s bodies. His cock started to harden again, but we were too spent. He gave me a stunning gold ring as my birthday gift, and we went to our rooms to crash.
The next morning, my pussy was sore as hell. I could barely walk. Mom asked what was wrong, and I mumbled something about slipping in the bathroom. She bought it. After that night, Dad and I fucked plenty more times, each one hotter than the last. Those stories are for another day. Until then, this is your Sunita, signing off with love. Keep those cocks ready for me.