Renne-Prologue

He presses his mouth to my nipples in thought, then massaged my butt as he rested his cheeks against my breasts. His reply was muffled.
“You’ve developed here too. How curious… The more I fondle you, the bigger you become.”
My father was too absorbed to spare a single thought towards my rhetorical question.

Then again, no response was a response in and of itself. I should be more direct. He began suckling at my breast as I inveighed against myself. We could’ve continued this banter for hours. He opted to ignore me, so we were at an impasse.

My voice escaped as he suddenly gripped me tight. His tongue lapped circles as he drew more and more of my supple breast into his mouth. My moan began to echo as he held me firmly. I was startled but refused to sink back. Even if he deliberately hurt me, I stood determined to endure it. He pulled away from my breasts with an audible ‘pop’, then stood. His erection continued to threaten me as it pressed against my stomach while he kissed me. I could suffer this much. It was so easy to lose myself at the touch of his tongue to mine. I submitted to his pace and pressed my hands to his manhood. I would prove I was worthy of a man. I wrapped my fingers snuggly around and jerked him methodically. He was aroused by me and my body, and that alone made my ego swell.

His palm collected my thigh and I lifted my leg to brace myself against him. I relinquished complete control of my body. Once his free hand collected my remaining thigh, I was easily lifted off my feet. There was still a difference in height, but I was flexible enough to manage. I began to drown, unable to breathe with my mouth occupied. The shower splashed between us; reminding me that this was not a dream. Just a single shift, subtle nudge or sudden jostle, would be enough to allow him to plunge into me. I was resolved and at least his body was too. If he needed a scapegoat, we could blame it on gravity. Everything was ready and in place, so it all came down to my father. He refused, and I doubted that his choice would change, even if we stayed in that moment forever.

I broke our kiss, then offered to wash him in return. He lowered me back to my feet, so I dropped to my knees to scrub in between each of his toes. The water sprayed above me, soaking my hair as I moved up his body. I lathered his legs good, then used my mouth to wash his manhood properly.
“You’ve gotten good at washing cocks, Veztia. You must’ve had a great teacher,” he stroked his beard as he complimented himself.
I nodded and answered, but my response emerged as mere vibration down the length of his manhood. He gripped my hair while thrusting his hips slightly, his voice becoming a low grumble, “Good girl, cover it in your drool…”
Perhaps this was enough for him. I kept my hands busy, fondling his balls as my saliva frothed and collected in my palms. I was angry but would not express it.

“I’m gonna let it out in your mouth Veztia. You want a taste of me? Do your best to swallow it all.” That was a challenge. As badly as I wanted his load inside of me, his words were a direct order.
I collected as much as I could before needing to swallow. My cheeks became full and bulged, but I managed to contain and gulp down most of it. I sucked and licked him clean again, then licked my lips and wanted more as I stood. My mouth was warm and wet, but oral sex should pale in comparison to steeping himself within virgin flesh.

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