Lilys Lesson

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I was lying in bed, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, when my mom's voice drifted into the room.

"Lily, sweetheart, it's time to wake up."

Her tone was gentle and motherly, but there was an edge to it, a hint of something more. I stirred, my eyelids fluttering open to reveal her smiling face. Behind her, the doorway framed my dad, his naked body a stark contrast to the softness of the room. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes trailed down his muscular frame to his thick, seven-inch erection, standing proudly at attention. My emerald green eyes flicked to Mom, who stood nearby, her presence both comforting and electrifying. Her smile was warm and reassuring.

"What-what's going on?" I stammered, pulling the covers tighter around me. My heart raced, a mix of confusion and unease settling in my chest.

"We're here to teach you something, sweetie," Mom said, her voice smooth as silk. She sat on the edge of the bed, her hand brushing my hair away from my face.

"You're 18 now. It's time you leam how to... enjoy yourself," Mom whispered, her voice soft and soothing. "It's okay, just enjoy."

I felt a shiver run down my spine at the touch, my nerves beginning to ease under her gentle caress.

"Don't be scared, honey," Dad murmured. "We're going to show you how good it can feel."

"Please be gentle with me, Daddy!" I said, glancing at his smiling face.

"Oh, absolutely, sweetie," he replied. "I'll never hurt you."

I smiled back, looking into his eyes, and then back to my mom. This was my first time experiencing something like that. I could feel butterflies in my stomach.

"Are you ready, dear?" Mom asked me, still caressing my hair.

"Yeah, I'm ready." I nodded.

Dad stepped closer; his presence overwhelming. His movements were confident yet gentle as he positioned himself between my legs.

As Dad knelt on the bed, his weight pressing me into the mattress. His hands gripped my wrists, holding them above my head, while his hardness nudged against my untouched entrance.

"Relax, Lily," Mom cooed, her fingers tracing patterns on my stomach. "Let us guide you."

Her touch was soothing. This wasn't how I'd imagined my first time, but I was slowly enjoying it. Mom' drifted her fingers lower teased the edges of my panties. Her thumb brushed against my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me, and I gasped, my body arching involuntarily.

"That's it," Dad whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Just relax."

His hips moved, his erection pressing firmly against my entrance. I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders as he pushed forward slowly, relentlessly. The pain was sharp, a tearing sensation that made me bite my lip to stifle a cry. But then, as he sank deeper, the pain gave way to something else-a fullness, a warmth that spread through my core. As Dad continued thrusting into me, my initial hesitation was palpable. I bit my lip, my eyes widening slightly as I felt the fullness of him inside me. It was a sensation I had never experienced before, and it was both overwhelming and exhilarating. I glanced at Mom, seeking reassurance, and found it in her calm, encouraging smile. Mom's hand moved from my hair to my cheek, her touch gentle and comforting.

"Relax, sweetheart," she murmured, her breath warm against my ear. "Let yourself feel it."

I took a deep breath, my body beginning to respond to the rhythm of Dad's movements. I felt my muscles relax, my hips instinctively rising to meet his thrusts. The room was filled with the soft sounds of our bodies moving together, the occasional whisper, and the faint creak of the bed. I closed my eyes as I surrendered to the sensations, my reluctance melting away like ice under the sun. I felt his hands on my hips, guiding me, his touch firm yet tender. His breath was warm against my neck, his scent familiar and comforting. Mom's fingers joined the dance, slipping inside me alongside Dad's thickness. Her touch was lighter, teasing, her mouth whispering encouragement.

"Feel it, honey. Feel how good it is."

"Mmmm.... " I moaned, my body surrendering to the unfamiliar yet intoxicating sensations. Dad's thrusts were steady, his hips moving in a rhythm that matched Mom's fingers. Her other hand cupped my ample breast, her thumb brushing my nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

"You're so tight!" Dad groaned, his voice thick with desire. "So, fucking perfect!"

As the pace quickened, my breath came in short gasps. I felt a heat building deep within me, a tension that coiled tighter with each thrust.

Yes, I was enjoying it! No, I was loving it!

Mom shed her clothes, her naked form a mirror to Dad's urgency. Her body was a work of art, with curves and softness that contrasted with Dad's hardness. Together, they enveloped me, their mouths, hands, and bodies moving in unison. Mom's lips trailed down my neck, her tongue tracing patterns that made me shiver. Her fingers delved deeper, her touch relentless, while Dad's thrusts drove into me, his pace quickening. The room was alive with the sounds of our passion-heavy breaths, soft cries, and the wet slap of skin on skin. My body responded to their touch, my hips moving to meet Dad's, my own pleasure spiraling higher. Mom's mouth found my breast, her lips sucking gently, and her teeth grazing my sensitive skin. Her fingers curled inside me, hitting a spot that made me cry out, my back arching off the bed.

"That's it, Lily," Mom whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Let go."

"Fuck, you're close," Dad growled, his thrusts becoming frantic. "Cum for us, Lily. Cum on my cock."

His words were a trigger, my body tightening around him as waves of pleasure crashed over me. My cries filled the room, my nails digging into his shoulders as my orgasm tore through me. My voice mingled with Dad's as he followed me over the edge, his thrusts becoming urgent and deep. I felt him fill myself, his seed spilling inside my pussy in a hot, satisfying rush. It was a sensation I had never imagined, and it left me breathless and trembling. We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, our breaths ragged, our hearts pounding. Mom's hand rested on my stomach, her touch gentle, as if reassuring herself I was okay. Dad's weight was heavy but comforting; his arm draped across my waist. I turned my head, my lips brushing against his in a tender kiss. His taste was familiar and comforting, and I felt a strange mix of satisfaction and exhilaration.

"You did beautifully, sweetie," Mom murmured and planted a soft kiss on my forehead.

I smiled back, my heart full. I felt a sense of connection, of belonging, in that moment. It was more than just physical pleasure; it was a shared experience, a bond that went beyond words. I looked at my dad, then at my mom, and felt a deep gratitude for the trust and intimacy they had shared. As we lay there, the three of us entangled in a tangle of limbs and soft laughter. I knew that this was just the beginning. I had crossed a threshold and stepped into a world of exploration and discovery, and I was eager to see where it would lead. The fear and hesitation I had felt earlier were gone, replaced by a sense of freedom and excitement.

My smile widened as I snuggled closer to Dad, my head resting on his chest as I listened to the steady beat of his heart. Mom's hand found mine, our fingers intertwining in a silent promise of more to come. In that moment, everything felt right, and I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be.

I closed my eyes; I couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.

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