Thread: Daddy, I'm Sorry!  (Tyr x Katy1008)

Harley wasnt really struggling any more. She knew her dad wasnt going to beat her although she really did have no cause to think he would ever do that. No. What she started to suspect her dad was going to do was altogether different. Almost as soon as her hand had found his cock, Marks had left it, and for a second she just held it, barely feeling it in that time but instinct and habit took over and she began to stroke the length. She had never seen a cock so long whilst being so soft but as her hand began to work, so the inevitable happened. Longer. Thicker. Harder. Then she felt his hand at her tit. Harley had a well developed bust. It was probably what most of the guys at school were first attracted to. Full, firm, milky white. The skin silky soft. Harley had been to second base with plenty of guys. She had been 14 the first time she let a boy put his hand under her sweater and inside her bra as they had made out...in that very room. Of all the boys and young men who had caressed and squeezed and pawed at her tits though, nothing was like this. In the past the hands and fingers had all been soft, unweathered by work and time. They had also been smaller. He fathers hand was rough and could hold and squeeze and knead so much of her tit. She could feel his finger tips squeezing in she could feel the roughness of his palm against her hard nipple. Her eyes closed, her shoulder pulled back just a little, almost lifting her tit to him, and she couldnt help but moan as he seemed to take ownership of that part of her body. And then she heard the richness of his voice. Warm, calm, familiar. It was the voice that for years had told her it was okay, the voice that encouraged her and supported her. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. There was the familiar authorative look no sickly sweet smile he was simply instructing her and his look said he expected her to do it. And her body wanted to do it. Her whole body ached for what he seemed to be offering her. Her hand was still slowly stroking his ever lengthening, ever thickening cock. But he was her father, her dad. Her brain....or at least part of it was telling her this was wrong. From the darker part of her brain however there was an insistent voice telling her it was okay. Telling her how good his cock looked how good it felt in her hand, how it was going to feel amazing in her mouth. Her breathing quietened a little but the short breaths she was taking through her mouth were still visible in the movement of her chest. Harley inched her head forward, pulling against Marks hold for a moment until he moved his hand with her. Still looking up at him she brought her slightly open mouth to the head of his cock.her mouth opened a little wider and her lips surrounded the head, the flat of her tongue drawing softly against it as she took her first gentle suck of the head...lips and tongue caressing it...just the head...once...twice....three times.... and then she took a lilt more, her mouth opening wider until her mouth was working on maybe the first three or four inches of Marks shaft, her hand working on the rest. She let go of her fathers wrist with her right hand and brought it to rest on his thigh, as her body twisted around a little to bring her more directly in front of him. Harley moaned again and then again as she worked more confidently, and as the hunger in her started to grow. Marks cock was also growing.