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The key scraped in the lock, a sound like a tiny metal sigh of relief. Another day done. My shoulder blades ached from pulling racks of frozen food at the grocery store, and my feet were two sore, swollen things I'd have to soak later. But a smile was already on my face. I pushed the door open to the scent of… something. Not dinner, but not bad, either.
Kind of warm and thick and personal.
"Hello?" I called, my voice a little raspy.
"We're in the living room, honey!" Ron's voice boomed back, deep and cheerful.
I dropped my purse by the door, my shoulders sagging with relief. Ron. Just the thought of him made the tension in my neck ease. Finding him had been a miracle. A big, wonderful man who didn't mind that I came with baggage—my precious Lily—and who actually wanted to take an active role in her life. He'd even taken over her schooling. Homeschooling. I still couldn't quite believe it.
I rounded the corner into the living room. The scene was, as always, one of domestic peace. Ron was on the couch, a giant mountain of a man in a stained undershirt, his big hairy belly resting on his thighs. And my Lily was with him. She was sitting on the floor between his legs, her little head bobbing rhythmically in his lap.
"That's a good girl," Ron rumbled, one of his big hands resting on top of Lily's head, guiding her gently.
Lily popped her head up, a wide, proud smile on her face. Her chin was shiny and wet. "Hi, Mommy!" she chirped.
"Hi, sweetpea," I said, my heart swelling. "What are you two up to?"
"Just practicing our lessons," Ron said, beaming at me. "We're working on oral presentation skills. Very important for her development. Lily here is a natural."
"I sure am!" Lily said, puffing out her little chest. "I'm Daddy's best student. I take the whole thing."
Ron chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that made the couch cushions vibrate. "She does. She takes it all the way down, no gagging anymore. We've been practicing her breathing exercises."
"Oh, Ron," I breathed, setting my keys on the little end table. "You're just… you're a saint. Thank you. Thank you for taking such good care of her education."
"It's my pleasure, darlin'. She's a special kid. Now, Lily," he said, his voice turning a little firmer. "We need to finish. Remember what I told you? A job worth doing is worth doing right. Eyes up here."
"Yes, Daddy," she said obediently, her bright eyes locking onto his face as she leaned back in. He shifted a bit, lifting his heavy belly to give her better access.
The rhythmic slurping and gulping started up again, a little louder this time. Ron let out a long, shuddering groan, his head falling back against the couch cushions. "Oh, yeah, honey. That's it. Just like that. Use your tongue. Swirl it around the head."
"You're so good with her," I whispered, watching them. "So patient."
"It's all about positive reinforcement," he grunted, his hips starting to make small, jerky motions on the couch. "Good girl, Lily. Such a good girl. You're gonna make Daddy… you're gonna make Daddy so proud." His breath was coming in short pants now. "Just a little more… a little deeper… ah! AH! Yeah! Take it! Take it all!"
His whole body went rigid for a moment, then relaxed with a whoosh of air. Lily coughed a little, a thick, wet sound, and then I heard a loud, happy gulp.
She pulled away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen and glistening. "I did it! I got it all down this time, Daddy! Did I do good?"
"You did perfect, princess," Ron said, his voice hoarse. He patted her head. "You earned a gold star in my book. Now, go on and get your juice box. I need to talk to Mommy for a minute."
Lily scrambled up and ran to the kitchen, her little feet padding on the linoleum.
Ron heaved himself into a more upright position, adjusting the sweatpants pooled around his ankles. "She's really coming along," he told me, a proud smile on his face. "Her comprehension is improving, and her retention is excellent."
"That's wonderful," I said, my heart so full it felt like it might burst. "I just… I can't thank you enough. I was so worried I was failing her, working all the time."
"Hey," he said, reaching for my hand. His grip was warm and solid. "You're not failing anyone. You're providing for this family. I'm just happy I can pull my weight, in my own way."
"And you do, honey. You really, really do."
***
A few nights later, I was tucking Lily into bed. She was fidgety, her little bottom shifting against the sheets.
"Everything okay, sweetpea?" I asked, smoothing her hair back from her forehead.
"My bottom feels a little funny," she said. "Sore. Like I did a lot of stretching."
"Oh, that's from your exercises with Daddy," I said knowingly. Ron had mentioned he was incorporating a new flexibility regimen. "He's just making sure you grow up strong and limber."
"I think I stretched it really good today!" she said proudly. "Daddy said my form was excellent. He had to really push to get it all the way in, but I took it. I'm getting really good at holding the position for a long, long time."
"That's my girl," I said, kissing her forehead. "Now get some sleep."
Later that night, in our bedroom, the sounds started again. Not from the living room this time, but from Lily's room, which shared a wall with ours. A rhythmic, squeaking sound, like her bedsprings were protesting. Then came Ron's grunts, interspersed with his soft, encouraging words.
"Relax, honey… push back against me… that's it… good girl… let Daddy in… atta girl… you're taking it so well tonight… so deep… yeah… just breathe through it…"
I sighed happily, snuggling deeper into my own pillow. He was even working with her on her nighttime stretches. The man was a dynamo. The squeaking got faster, more insistent.
"Oh, yeah," Ron groaned, a little louder. "Take it. Take it all. Such a tight little… student. So proud of you. You're making Daddy feel so… good about your progress."
I heard a little whimper, then a gasp, and Lily's small voice, strained but determined. "I can… I can take more, Daddy!"
"That's my girl! Push! Push back on it! Uhn! Fuck, yeah, that's it. Almost halfway. Don't fight it. Just let it fill you up. Such a good girl. Taking care of your daddy."
The bedsprings were screaming now, a frantic, percussive beat against the wall. It sounded like he was really putting her through her paces.
"Daddy, it's so deep!" Lily cried out.
"I know, baby, I know. Just a little more. Just a few more… reps… Uhn! UHN! Yeah! Take that! Take it all! FUCK!"
A long, shuddering groan from Ron, and then the squeaking stopped. The wall was quiet.
***
The next morning, I came into the kitchen to find Lily sitting at the table, her legs spread to either side of Ron's legs, her dress spread over his thighs. She had a pained expression on her face as she shifted up and down, Ron's big hands on her hips.
"Morning," I said cheerfully. "What's this, another new exercise?"
"Good morning, honey!" Ron grunted, looking a little flushed. "Yeah. We're starting the day with deep tissue massage and pelvic alignment. It helps with her core strength."
Lily winced as she dropped down particularly hard. "Oof!"
"No pain, no gain, right sweetpea?" I said, pouring myself a cup of coffee. "You're building character."
"I'm… I'm building a really strong… core," she panted, starting to bounce again. "For Daddy."
"That's right," Ron said, his breath catching as she moved. "Bounce on it, baby. Ride it out. Work it deep into those muscles. Come on, faster. Faster! Uhn! God, yeah. Just like that. Don't stop. Your form is getting so much better. You're milking every last drop of benefit from this."
Her movements became more frantic, a desperate, clumsy ride. The chair scraped against the floor. Her little face was scrunched in concentration, her breath coming in ragged huffs.
"Time to pick up the pace sweetie, I'm gonna thrust back up. We can't waste any of my energy. I'm gonna give you all of my nutrients to start your day."
"I want all your nutrients, Daddy!" she cried, her bouncing becoming wild, her tiny frame slapping against his massive stomach. "I want to be healthy and strong!"
I watched with a proud smile as he gripped her hips and started to piston up into her, his face a mask of intense focus. "Yeah! Take it! Take it all, you little… champion! You're doing so good! This is the best way to start the day. A full belly and a… stretched-out… core!"
There was a wet, squelching sound with each of his upward thrusts. Lily looked like she was barely holding back a whimper, her small hands gripping onto his beefy forearms for dear life. Her thighs were shaking with the effort.
"Ah! Ah! Daddy! It's too deep, it's stretching me soooo wide!" she squeaked, her voice trembling.
"I know, sweetpea, but you can take it," I said encouragingly from the counter, sipping my coffee. "Just think of how strong you're getting."
"And you're barely halfway there, Lily!" Ron grunted, his breath coming in hot blasts. "You need to take the whole dose for it to be effective! Keep riding! Harder! Fuck! Just like that! Let me pump it all in there!"
Her little body was jackhammering against him now, the sounds from their connection getting louder, wetter, messier. Ron's eyes were squeezed shut and his hands rose to Lily's face, grabbing it tightly as he picked up the pace. It must have been so intense for her! She was whimpering in earnest now, but Ron didn't seem to care. He was in full-on
trainer mode.
"Almost...there...just...a little...more..." he panted, pulling her face close to his. "Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out. That's it. Let me see what a good girl you are."
Lily's small pink tongue lolled out, and for a second I thought she was going to be sick.
I watched, fascinated, as Lily's small body was bounced and tossed around. I saw her small hands grip Ron's forearms so tightly her knuckles turned white. I could hear her whimpering become more desperate.
"Ron, honey, this seems like more than she can handle, is this alright?" I asked.
"Really the problem is that she isn't committing to the training," he grunted as he thrust particularly hard, evoking a sharper noise from Lily. "The girl is still only halfway down my coc- I mean halfway down the training implement. She's not getting the full benefit if she won't take the whole thing!"
"I can't take it that deep, daddy!" she whined.
"Nonsense, Lily," he said in his best teacher's voice. "You might just need some help from mommy." He gave me a wink. I felt a flutter of excitement in my belly. I was almost never included in her education!
"How can I help? I'm all yours, honey," I asked, walking over and placing a gentle hand on Lily's back. She was trembling.
"Just push her down for me, honey. All at once, you can even sit in her lap until she's deep enough."
Lily's eyes went wide with... panic? No, that couldn't be it. She was just nervous. My poor girl didn't have enough confidence in herself! I decided to show her just how much I believed in her.
"Well, alright then. Let's make sure my little champion gets her A+!" I said cheerfully. I turned around and gave my rump a little playful shake, trying to get Lily to laugh as I backed towards her, getting ready to lend my weight to their efforts.
Her nerves must have gotten the better of her, though, because she started begging! Very uncharacteristic of her. "No, Mommy, please! No!" she cried, her hands slipping from Ron's arms and trying to push against my descending rear.
"Oh, you little goose!" I laughed, gently batting her hands away. "Don't be silly. Just relax and let Mommy help you get a proper stretch." I got my balance and hovered above her lap, looking back at Ron. "Ready, coach?"
"Ready, team captain," he grunted, sweat beading on his forehead.
With that, I sat down. Hard.
A high-pitched shriek tore from Lily's throat as my weight, my full grown-woman weight, forced her small body down onto Ron's lap. There was a horrible, loud squelching, and her small frame went rigid as a board. Her mouth was in an 'o,' her eyes crossing. I felt the impact all the way through my own bones.
"Whoa there!" I said, laughing as I lifted off her a little. "That was a deep one, huh, sweetpea?"
Ron let out a strangled groan, his whole body trembling. "Jesus H. Christ," he panted, looking down at where Lily was now fully impaled. "She… she took it. She took the whole goddamn thing."
Lily was gasping for air, her little chest heaving. A long, clear string of drool connected her teeth. "I… I… I… OHHHHHHHHH," she moaned, a strange noise I'd never heard her make before.
"That's it, honey," Ron said, his hands now gripping her waist so tightly I could see the skin whiten. "Just let it settle. Let your body adjust. You're at the base now. The whole lesson is inside you."
"Wow," I said, genuinely impressed. "Honey, you went all the way! I'm so proud of you!"
"She needs to hold it," Ron grunted, his face a rictus of what I thought was profound educational pride. "She can't just sit there. She has to work through the soreness. Lily, listen to Daddy. Start grinding. Grind your little hips against me. Milk the lesson deep into your core."
She moaned again, louder, as her body starting to make small, shuddering circles on his lap. The wet, sucking sounds were incredible now. "It's so… so *goood,*" she whimpered, her head lolling back against his chest.
"I know, baby," Ron breathed. "Daddy knows. Now bounce again. Just like Mommy helped you do. Show her you can do it yourself."
She started to lift and drop herself, her movements still shaky but now filled with a frantic energy. Each downward plunge brought another wet slap and a choked cry from her.
"That's it! That's my good little girl!" Ron cheered. "Such a dedicated student! Take it! Take every inch of your education! UHN! FUCK!"
His hips shot up, lifting her off the chair for a second as he slammed into her one last time. Lily let out a long, guttural wail, and her entire body convulsed. A thick, milky white liquid, like school glue, seeped out from where they were joined, trickling down the inside of her trembling thighs.
"See?" Ron panted, collapsing back against the chair. "A perfect session. Total retention." He looked from the mess on her legs to me, a beatific smile on his face. "She absorbed every drop."
"Oh, honey," I said, my throat tight with emotion. "That's… that's just beautiful."