I knew that my parents never had sex. My mother always hinted how it was 'filth' and something she and the church strongly disapproved of! Though my father did not share the same view -  and began to steal secret glances in my direction when my mother was absent or busy.

My father never looked at my sisters in the same way. I was the one blessed with my mother's beautiful looks and the most quiet and eager to please child! I also inherited my mother's ripe and luscious body with big bouncy breasts that were I allowed a bra - would have even spilled over the cups at 40dd! I was not overweight...but my  buttocks were large but nicely moulded and when I walked.....mens eyes would follow the sway of my hips as I self consciously walked by!

We were not allowed pre-marital sex or even permitted to speak to boys in any form or manner. So I knew, at fifteen, that if I wanted any form of sexual fulfilment other than my hand, I would have to take the nearest option...........that naturally being my Dad!

I would often steal downstairs, when my mother was on duty at work, in my long nightgown minus anything underneath. The material would cling to my skin.....glistening with sweat and revealing my beautiful black breasts and my proud nipples that hungered for attention. My black bush stood out stubbornly.....and I could feel the hot juice already beginning to trickle down my thighs.

I would stand inches away from my father. Asking innocent questions and pretending to be focusing on the day's current events of the news as we watched the television in silence. I could feel my father's eyes mesmerised by the sight of my woman's body but child like face.....my large brown 'come to bed' eyes wide and innocent ....my beautiful  lips full and parted....my shiny black pigtails dancing on either side of my chest.

The air would be thick with sexual tension.....and pretending sleep, I could see his hand busy in his lap. Fumbling for the zip and making small but intense movements as he brought himself quickly to orgasam. I always hoped he would touch me.......anywhere......touch me so I would 'suddenly' awake and he could quench that fire that was constantly building up inside me and especially between my legs! But he never did! And soon even those stolen moments of teasing failed to arouse me! Soon, I became bored and decided to take my plan further.

One night, after my mother had left for work and it was near to bedtime, I undressed till I was totally nude and slipped into my bed with the room dimly lit. I had bathed earlier, and my body smelt of strawberry soap and powder and now  glistened with the handful of babyoil that I had caressed all over my body.M y auroles now radiated an intense shade of chocalate brown and my nipples  became as  hard as I hoped my father's cock would be! I couldn't help but stroke my clit a few times and was delighted to feel and see how wet I had become.

It was a household rule that we all slept with our room doors locked! My father would always make a personal inspection before retiring to bed. So it was with this - that formed the basis of my naughty little plan!! I grabbed my  history book (part of the plan), lay back on my pillow with my hair loose and my eyes half closed as I heard my father in the hallway. The bedsheets were draped loosely round my thighs and I could almost hear my own heartbeat as I heard the familuar knock and rattle of the doorknob.

It was only a matter of minutes before my father entered. There was silence - and then a sharp intake of breath as my father's eyes slowly took in the naked form of his youngest child. I expected him just to look....for a moment -  as he again quickly relieved himself to satisfaction. But instead, I heard the steady deliberate steps  and felt his presence beside my bed. Drinking in my body. His breath ragged and rushed.

I squinted and stole a glance. And there he was. My dad. Tall and distinguished. And looming above me.....his hand tightly enclosed around his cock....ebony in colour....huge....hard and glistening with cum at the head. His legs were apart and a thin line of saliva trickled down his chin as his eyes scrutinised my body.

Suddenly he leant over and placed a trembling hand on my breast. It was like fire! I tried to remain still and silent - but I was so aroused that I let out an involuntary gasp.

My father immediately sprang back and struggled to place his huge cock back into his pyjamas. But immediately I spread my legs and began to play slowly with my clit with one hand.....while my other reached for my father's cock!

I had never sucked a man's cock before - but instinctivly my mouth opened and enveloped my own father's penis. I struggled to keep my jaws open wide - the size was too much. But his cock felt good! It felt like it was always meant to be there! And I used my toungue to bathe it in a sea of saliva.....flicking over the tip and licking down to the shaft! I knew that I was doing it right......the gasps and thrusting of my father's hips as he held my face were proof!

"Oh Cleo.....my little girl! That's it! Suck your daddy's cock! oooooooooh yes! I've always wanted to fuck you!"

His words heightened my estacey......and I began to moan loudly as his cock continued its assualt on my mouth.

We knew we were taking a huge risk! My door was ajar and at any moment we could've been disturbed by my elder sisters or mother. But the danger element added to our lust and now my father pulled his cock out of my mouth and began to rub it quickly over my engorged clit that was ready to explode.

His lips were busy sucking my nipples....going from one heaving tit to the other. Finally pushing both mammoth breasts together and frantically tonguing and sucking the nipples and gently biting them as I cried out in pain. My legs were on either side of him - and as his cock bounced teasingly between my legs, I began to beg my father to fuck me!

"I can't! You may be a tease and have fucking big tits....but you're only a child!"

But I wouldn't give up.

"Please Daddy! I want you so much! Feel how wet I am!"

Immediately his hand thrust up inside me.....relishing the moisture there and striking up a rhythm as he began to fingerfuck me. Pausing at intervals to withdraw his hand, inhale my scent and aroma then suck the juices of his fingers! Staring deeply into my eyes - my father mounted me and thrust once inside me.

Unfortunately in my father's haste - his cock missed my opening and hit my inside thigh instead. I knew the oppertunity wouldn't arise again. Especially as the sound of the front door slammed and my mother's voice calling out echoed out from downstairs.

We knew it was only a matter of moments before my mother would appear in the doorway. But logic had left my father the moment his eyes had absorbed my massive tits and hairy pussy. He needed to come! So did I!

With his hand on my clit rubbing furiously and the other pulling heavily on my nipples while I masturbated his engorged black cock with the same intensity - we both orgasamed heavily........His cum splashing the tips of my nipples and breasts. My juices staining my spotless bleached sheet.

Wishing we had more time but realising the danger we were now in - I quickly pulled my nightgown over my head and raced under the sheets. My Father clambered into his pjyamas and hastily wiped his hands on my quilt before running his hands through his hair whilst training his eyes on my door.

In an instant....my mother's austere figure appeared. Her eyes instantly narrow and suspicious. Sniffing the air furtively -  she peered at my now 'sleeping' form hidden under  a wealth of sheets.

"What's been going on?" She asked brusquely.

My father, knowing that both his marriage, his home and his freedom were in jeopardy answered....

"Cleo just had a nightmare!" he stumbled....."Remember 'Suffer the Little Children To CUM unto me'"

And at that - I had to stifle a laugh! How very true!

Beyond that.....we never discussed or took up where we'd left off! But throughout the years.....we would look at each other when we thought the other wasn't aware. Or we would 'accidentally' walk in on each other in the bathroom......pausing longer than necessary to apologize before leaving the room. 

Our relationship had become 'normal' once more. That was....until....I gave birth ten years later to his grandchild. I was breastfeeding and my tits had swelled to a massive 44FF - full of the sweetest milk and  the sight of them enough to make the strongest person weak at the knees and loins!

Being a tease - was only the beginning!