Chapter 6: First Oral

The next morning, I woke to the unmistakable sensation of soft fingers wrapped around my shaft. Warm skin slid up and down in slow, curious strokes. My eyes opened to the morning light filtering through the curtains, and there she was—Lily, kneeling between my legs, her long brown ponytail falling over one shoulder as she stared at the thick shaft in her grip. Her 32B breasts rose and fell with quick breaths, her narrow hips shifting as she explored the length she had only discovered the night before. She had the sheet pulled back just enough to expose me completely, her gaze fixed on the way the head flared and a bead of pre-cum welled at the slit. Her fingers traced the thick veins, testing the weight and heat of it, her touch curious and reverent at once.

A low groan escaped me. Lily’s eyes flicked up, a shy smile tugging at her lips. “Good morning, Daddy,” she whispered, squeezing a little tighter.

Movement beside me told me Ann was awake. She propped herself on one elbow, short brown hair tousled, and took in the sight of our daughter exploring me. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips.

“Well, well,” Ann murmured, voice still husky with sleep. Her 36C breasts we’re bare above the sheet. “Looks like our little girl is already playing with her new favorite toy.”

Lily glanced up, cheeks flushing, but her hand never stopped moving along my eight-inch thickness. “I woke up early and ... I just wanted to touch it again.”

Ann reached over and brushed a strand of hair from Lily’s face. “Would you like Mommy to teach you how to suck Daddy’s cock?”

Lily’s eyes widened, then brightened with eager curiosity. “Yes. Please.”

Ann slid closer, her thick brown bush brushing my thigh as she positioned herself beside our daughter. “You’ve never done this before, but it’s one of the most important things a woman can learn. First, start with kisses. Soft ones, all along the shaft. Let him feel your lips everywhere.”

Lily leaned in obediently. Her mouth pressed warm, tentative kisses from the base up to the swollen head, leaving faint wet trails. I watched her 32B breasts sway slightly with each movement, her shaved puffy pussy glistening between her athletic thighs.

“Good girl,” Ann praised. “Now lick. Use your tongue—long, slow strokes. Taste him.”

Lily leaned in. Her warm, wet tongue pressed flat against the underside and traveled upward in one long stroke. I hissed when she reached the sensitive head and circled it, collecting the pre-cum on her tongue.

“Wrap your lips around the head,” Ann instructed. “Suck gently, like you’re tasting something sweet. Use your tongue underneath while you suck.”

Lily parted her lips and slid the swollen crown past them. The heat of her mouth enveloped me. She sucked experimentally, cheeks hollowing a little, and I felt her tongue press and roll beneath the head. My hips twitched.

“Am I doing it right, Mommy?” Lily asked, pulling back for a moment, her lips swollen and wet.

“Perfect,” Ann said, voice low and approving. “Now take a little more. Bob your head slowly. Keep your lips tight and your tongue moving.”

Lily followed the guidance, sliding her mouth up and down the upper half of my shaft. Her hand stayed wrapped around the base, squeezing rhythmically. She made soft, wet sounds that went straight to my balls. Saliva began to drip down my length, coating her fingers. Ann placed a gentle hand on the back of Lily’s head, guiding the rhythm without forcing.

“Use your hand too,” Ann said. “Stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth. Twist a little on the upstroke.”

Lily’s fingers tightened around the base and began to pump in rhythm with her mouth. Spit ran down over her knuckles. The sight of my daughter learning to suck cock while her mother coached her made my cock throb hard against her tongue.

“Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat. You’re doing so well for your first time.”

After several minutes of steady practice, Ann leaned closer, her breath warm on Lily’s ear. “Now watch Mommy.”

She took my cock from Lily’s mouth and, without hesitation, slid the entire eight inches down her throat in one smooth motion. Her nose pressed to my pubic hair, throat working around the thick girth. She held it there, eyes watering slightly, before pulling back with a wet gasp, strings of spit connecting her lips to my cock.

Lily stared, fascinated and a little intimidated. “I want to try that.”

Ann shook her head gently. “Not yet, sweetheart. You’re still learning the basics, and Daddy’s cock is very big. It can hurt if you push too fast.”

But Lily’s jaw set with determination. “I want to do it. I want to be good at it like you.”

She took me back into her mouth, pushing farther than before. The head bumped the back of her throat and she gagged hard, eyes watering. She pulled back coughing, spit dripping from her chin onto my balls.

“Easy, Lily,” Ann murmured, rubbing her back. “Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat.”

She took my cock again, pushing deeper than before. Her throat convulsed around the head, a wet gag escaping as tears sprang to her eyes. She pulled back, coughed, then tried again, forcing another inch before choking hard.

“Lily—” Ann started.

“I can do it,” Lily insisted, voice hoarse. She dove back down, gagging louder this time, tears spilling down her cheeks as she fought to take more. Spit ran down my shaft in thick rivulets, soaking my balls.

Ann placed a hand on Lily’s shoulder. “Sweetheart, stop. You’re hurting yourself.”

Lily pulled off, gasping, strings of saliva hanging from her chin. “Just a little more. Please.”

“Lily, stop,” Ann said, concern in her voice. “You’re hurting yourself. It’s okay to wait.”

Lily shook her head, ponytail swinging. “No. I can do it.” She tried once more, gagging loudly, spit running down her chin onto her small breasts. Each attempt left her throat spasming and her eyes streaming, but she refused to quit.

Finally, the swollen head slipped past her tight ring and an inch into her throat. Lily froze, eyes wide, throat fluttering around the intrusion. A muffled sound vibrated through my cock.