I lay in bed awake for what seemed hours. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. My cunny was dripping wet and my release was in the bedroom upstairs. I climbed out of bed and crept up the stairs to my parents' bedroom.
I pressed my ear to the door, but the only sound I could hear was breathing. I opened the door slowly and peered inside, seeing my parents sleeping. I walked quietly over to the bed and shook my father gently.
"Daddy, wake up," I whispered.
My father turned and faced me with a worried expression. "Hush, sugar. Your mother's asleep. What is it?"
I looked at him desperately and said, "I need you tonight, Daddy. I'm awful hot down here. Please, fuck me," I lifted my nighty and fingered my bare, wet pussy.
My father stared at me playing with myself, then shook his head and got out of bed. My mother shifted in her sleep on the bed and my father looked back at her. I stifled a giggle as I took his hand and led him out of the bedroom.
I could feel my juices running down my thighs as we went to my bedroom. I smiled sweetly at my father as I closed the door and sat down on my bed. He didn't say a word as he smiled uneasily back at me.
"Tiffany, honey. I don't think we should continue doing this," he stammered.
My heart sunk in my chest. I loved my father, and his big cock. I loved his cock since the first time I saw it. It had all started innocently enough, tickling and boisterous play and the like. Things gradually started to go farther. Eventually we were touching each other, then licking, and finally fucking. I loved it so much I didn't want it to end now.
I smiled impishly at my father and lifted my nighty over my head. I enjoyed the way my father stared at my young, naked body. And as I gazed at his hard, thick bulge in his boxer shorts, I knew I still had him.
"You don't like my body anymore?" I asked coyishly.
My father looked at me intently and said, "Of course I do. But Tiffany, you're my daughter. It's not right. I'm only supposed to do this with your mother."
"Daddy, I love you. So it must be right. Besides, is Mommy's cunny as tight as mine?" I teased as I spread my slender legs, exposing my clean shaven little crotch.
My father breathed, "No, she's not."
"Does Mommy suck your cock like I do?" I persisted.
"No, you know she hasn't done that for years," he replied.
I shifted on the bed closer to where my father was standing. I looked up at him and said sweetly, "You know I love to. I'm your little cocksucker; you've said it yourself." I then tugged down his underwear and his enormous cock sprang out.
I traced my fingers along my father's massive pole, still mesmerized by the size and beauty of it. I remember how much his cock scared me the first time I saw it. Now I couldn't live without it.
"I'll always be your little cocksucker," I whispered as I opened my mouth and spread my lips around his bloated shaft. I moaned when he sighed with pleasure and resignation, his huge erection throbbing hotly in my mouth.
I bobbed my head slowly up and down my father's meaty shaft. My tongue and lips massaged his silky flesh, and I loved the taste and feel of his manhood. My dad's cock is really big, about nine inches and very thick, and though I'm eighteen I'm pretty petite for my age. So I'm able to suck on barely a half of his magnificent tool, but my father is very understanding.
I sucked and licked his giant stalk for awhile, enjoying his constant moaning and the feel of his meaty pole sliding between my lips. I then pulled his swollen rod from my mouth and swirled my tongue around his engorged head, lapping up the sticky sweet pre-cum.
"Daddy, did you fuck Mommy tonight?" I asked between saucy licks.