Lee help his friend Rob “daddy nurse” his two daughters, Edie (“14yo”) and Rosie (“14yo”)…
Lee inhaled deeply and let the smoke drift toward the blue Yorkshire sky. He looked at Rob and shook his head, laughing at a memory from their teens that neither of them had mentioned in decades . They stood leaning against the rough timber of the fence, their shoulders brushing as they shared the joint. The field stretched out before them, a wide expanse of wild grass and scattered sheep.
“So you know Amy and I decided to go all in on the progressive side of things,” Rob said, glancing back toward the stone cottage where the children were playing. “The kids are growing up in a house where we don’t really believe in the old boundaries. It’s more about the natural bond, you know? The kind of stuff that’s actually beneficial for their development.”
Lee frowned, the smoke curling around his face as he processed the statement. “What does that actually mean, Rob? Progressive how?”
Rob let out a small, knowing chuckle and stepped away from the fence, gesturing toward the garden. He explained the concept of shared nursing and the belief that a father’s body could provide a unique bonding experience. He spoke about the protein benefits and the emotional security it offered the children, mentioning that Amy had been the driving force behind the decision. Lee listened, his expression shifting from confusion to a slow, cautious curiosity as the implications of the conversation began to sink in.
“I had heard about it but didn’t think anyone actually did it,” Lee murmured, flicking the ash from the joint into the grass. He looked at Rob, trying to gauge if this was some kind of elaborate joke, but Rob’s expression remained calm and earnest. “Just trust me and don’t freak out. This is all back by science and bonding theory. Amy is totally on board, and honestly, the girls love it.”
The sound of laughter drifted over from the garden, where Rosie was chasing a butterfly through a patch of wildflowers. Rob smiled, watching his daughter, and then looked back at Lee. “Watch,” he said simply. He walked toward the girl, calling her name in a soft, melodic tone. Rosie stopped instantly and bounded toward him, her small face lit up with excitement. She wrapped her arms around his legs, looking up at him with wide, trusting eyes.
Rob sat down on the weathered wooden bench under the shade of a large oak tree, pulling Rosie onto his lap. He pulled down his track pants with a casual motion, exposing his flaccid penis to the open air of the garden. There was no hesitation in his movements, only a calm sense of routine. Rosie shifted her weight, leaning forward with a familiar eagerness. She reached out with a small hands, guiding her father penis toward her mouth as she had done many times before.
She latched and suckles taking him deep almost immediately, her lips sealing tightly around the head. The suction was immediate and rhythmic, a natural process that seemed to ground them both in the moment. Rob leaned his head back against the bark of the tree, closing his eyes as a wave of warmth spread through his chest. He didn’t try to hide the pleasure of the act, allowing his breathing to deepen as the young girl focused intently on her meal.
“Fuck, Rob,” Lee whispered. He stood frozen, the joint still smoldering in his fingers, his gaze locked on the scene. There was something hypnotic about the way Rosie’s small cheeks dimpled with every suck, her eyes half-closed in a state of pure, sensory contentment.
“And Amy’s okay with this?” Lee asked, his voice sounding distant even to himself. He stepped closer, the grass crunching under his boots, unable to look away from the rhythmic motion of Rosie’s jaw. He felt a strange tension in his chest, a mix of old school modesty and a new, pulsing curiosity.
“Okay with it? She’s the one who researched the benefits,” a voice replied from the porch. Amy stepped down into the garden. She wore a light linen dress that fluttered in the breeze, and her expression was one of serene approval. She walked over to where Rob and Rosie sat, placing a gentle hand on Rob’s shoulder. “It is about more than just the protein, Lee. It is about the oxytocin, the emotional grounding. It’s the best thing for their development.”
Rob kept his eyes closed, a small, contented smile playing on his lips while Rosie continued to suckle. The girl’s small hands gripped his shalft for stability, her movements rhythmic and sure. The scene was devoid of tension or shame; it was simply a part of their afternoon routine. Amy looked at Lee, noting the conflict and fascination written across his face, and she offered a soft, knowing smile.
“Edie has been asking when she can have her turn,” Amy said, her voice airy and encouraging. She glanced toward the garden gate where the girl was standing, watching her sister with a look of impatience.
Rob opened his eyes and looked at Lee, a playful glint in his expression. “Do you want to try feeding one of them, Chris? Since you are visiting, it might be a nice way for the girls to bond with their uncle.”
Lee felt a sudden surge of heat in his chest. He looked from Rob, who remained relaxed on the bench with Rosie still latched, to Amy, whose expression was entirely welcoming. The idea was absurd by any standard he had grown up with, yet in the quiet atmosphere of the Low Field Cottage, it felt strangely plausible. He looked at Edie, who was indeed watching him with a curious, hopeful gaze. The girl did not look at him with judgment, but with the simple, open curiosity of a child.
“I don’t know if that’s… I mean, I’m not sure how that works,” Lee stammered, though he didn’t move to leave the garden. The rhythmic sound of Rosie suckling filled the silence, a wet, steady pulse. He found himself mesmerized by the lack of shame in the air. Everything here felt organic, stripped of the rigid social scripts of the real world
Amy stepped closer to Lee, her presence warm and encouraging. She didn’t push, but her gaze was inviting. “It is only as strange as you make it, Lee. Edie is at an age where she is very curious about these bonds. It would be a lovely gesture of friendship and family.”
Rob patted the bench beside him, inviting Lee to sit. The movement was casual, as if he were asking him to join in on a conversation rather than child felatio. Lee sat down, Amy knelt on the grass beside them, already reaching for his fly with a gentle, maternal efficiency.
“It is all about the comfort,” Amy whispered, her voice soothing. “If you are relaxed, the children feel that security. It is a shared language of affection.” She didn’t wait for his verbal consent, her fingers deftly undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. The cool air hit his skin, and then the warmth of her hand followed, guiding him out into the open. Lee felt a sudden, sharp intake of breath, his heart hammering against his ribs, but the calm expressions of Rob and Amy acted as a buffer against his panic.
Edie stepped forward, her curiosity now a palpable energy. She looked at her father, who gave her a supportive nod, and then at Lee. There was no hesitation in her movements, only the focused intent of a child who had been taught that this was a natural, healthy part of her world. She knelt on the grass beside her mother, her small frame mirroring the position Rosie had taken with Rob.
Amy reached out and gently guided Edie’s face, directing her toward Lee. She didn’t force the movement, but her hand provided a steady, reassuring anchor. “Just like you do with Daddy, sweetie,” Amy whispered, her voice a soft lullaby that seemed to quiet the sudden roar of blood in Lee’s ears. Amy’s eyes remained on her daughter, her expression one of pride and maternal guidance, ensuring that the experience was framed as a gesture of bonding and care.
Edie leaned in, her movements practiced and devoid of the hesitation Lee felt vibrating through his own muscles. As her lips closed around him, there was a technical proficiency to the act that surprised him. It wasn’t the clumsy attempt of a child trying a new skill, but rather a rhythmic, confident suction that suggested a long history of repetition. She settled into a steady pace, her eyes fluttering shut as she focused on the sensation, mirroring the serene expression Rosie still wore while latched onto Rob.
Lee let out a shaky breath, his head falling back against the wooden slats of the bench. The feeling was intense, magnified by the surreal surroundings and the supportive presence of Amy and Rob. He looked down at the top of Edie’s head, noticing how naturally she fit into the space, her small hands lightly holding his balls for balance. There was no struggle, no coughing or hesitation; she just lined up her throat and drew him in with a steady, unwavering vacuum.
Rob chuckled softly, shifting his position to get a better view of the scene. He looked at Lee with a look of kinship, as if they were sharing a secret known only to a few. “See? I told you it was natural,” Rob said, his voice humming with contentment. “She’s just taking it all in. It’s a very grounding experience for them, and honestly, it’s the most relaxing part of my day.”
Lee didn’t answer immediately. He was too focused on the rhythmic warmth of Edie’s mouth. The sensation was overwhelming. He watched Amy, who remained kneeling in the grass, her face glowing with a soft, maternal satisfaction. She looked at the two girls, one sucking her father’s penis and one their guest’s, as if she were admiring a painting of domestic harmony.
Amy reached out, her fingers grazing the back of Edie’s neck. She applied a steady, encouraging pressure, nudging the girl’s head further forward. “That’s it, sweetheart,” Amy murmured, her voice a soothing hum. “Go on, get it all the way in. Take it deep” Under Amy’s guidance, Edie pushed further, her nose pressing against Lee’s groin as she took him deeper into her throat. The suction intensified, Lee felt the head of his cock slide fully into her throat, and he let out a low, guttural groan.
As Edie worked, her small hands became more active. She stopped merely holding on for balance and began to play with his balls. Her tiny fingers curled around the sensitive skin, kneading and squeezing them with a curious, gentle pressure. The combination of the deep, rhythmic suction of her mouth and the tactile exploration of her hands sent a jolt of electricity through Lee.
Amy watched the interaction with a clinical yet warm interest. She leaned in slightly, her eyes tracking the movement of Edie’s hands. “She is getting tactile,” Amy observed, her voice remaining a soft, encouraging melody. “It is a natural progression of the bonding process. Next she’ll start to self soothe.”
With a gentle movement, Amy reached out to help Edie settle into a more comfortable position. She carefully slid the waistband of the girl’s leggings down, pulling them away from her hips to clear the way. As the fabric fell, Edie’s smooth, hairless skin was exposed to the afternoon breeze. The girl did not stop her rhythmic focus on Lee, but her own hand wandered downward, her tiny fingers finding the soft, immature folds of her vulva. She began to rub herself with slow movements mirroring the suction of her mouth.
“Good girl,” Amy whispered, her voice brimming with motherly pride. She immediately start to remove Rosie’s leggings as well, ensuring both girls were naked below the waist. Rosie didn’t break her focus on Rob, her small body swaying slightly with each deep draw, she spread her slim legs wide and began to rub her clitoris in slow circles.
“The articles say this is where the real emotional synchronization happens,” Amy explained, her voice steady and calm as she watched her daughters. She reached out to stroke Edie’s hair, her fingers moving in a slow, rhythmic motion that seemed to harmonize with the girl’s movements. “When they connect their own pleasure with the act of giving, it creates a loop of security. They aren’t just feeding; they are learning how to be comfortable in their own skin.”
Lee felt the world narrowing down to the sensation of Edie’s mouth and the light, fluttering touch of her fingers. The initial shock had transitioned into a heavy, drugged sort of languor. He watched Rosie, who was now leaning heavily against Rob’s thigh, he could see the outline of Rob’s cock in her bulging throat, the girl’s eyes closed in a look of absolute, uncomplicated bliss.
The girl’s slow, exploratory rubbing evolved into frantic plunging sticky little fingers. Edie’s had spread her legs to a wide V, leaning her weight back on her heels to open up her little vagina. She began to hum against Lee, as she finger fucked her childish vagina. The sound was an instinctive reaction to the pleasure she was feeling, a small, humming engine of contentment that drove her to suckle with an intensity that made Lee groan.
Both girls were now focused on a single goal, they wanted the release, the thick, salty reward that came at the end of the meal. Rosie was working Rob’s shaft, her small tongue lapping at his base between each deep, gulping swallow. Rob’s hips were starting to twitch, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts as he watched his daughter’s face of pure concentration. He reached down and gripped Rosie’s cheeks, as he began to gently fuck her throat, pushing himself deeper with every exhale.
“Are you close, sweetie?” Amy asked, her voice a soft, encouraging murmur as she touched Rob’s thighs. “Yup, almost there,” Rob managed to choke out, his eyes squeezed shut as Rosie’s mouth worked him with a frantic, desperate rhythm. The girl responded with a muffled sound of agreement, her small body shuddering as she pulled him in one last time, her throat opening up to receive the surge. Rob let out a long, guttural cry, his back arching against the oak tree as he released a heavy torrent into Rosie’s gullet. She gulping the warm fluid down, her cheeks flushing a deep pink as she drained him completely.
Edie’s small fingers worked her vulva in a blur of motion while her mouth remained locked onto Lee. Amy took hold of the back of Edie’s head, her palm guiding the girl’s skull with a firm yet gentle pressure. She pushed the child forward, ensuring that the seal between her lips and Lee’s skin was absolute, forcing the head of his penis deeper into the narrow passage of her throat. The encouragement was silent but powerful, a maternal directive that urged the child to give everything she had to the act of nursing.
The physical sensation for Lee was overwhelming as he felt himself slide entirely into the child’s throat. The tight, wet heat of her palate enveloped him, creating a perfect vacuum. As she continued to suckle, her tiny fingers continued their frantic dance below. Her small, soft hand massaged her own little girl cunt, her movements rapid and instinctive as she sought her own release in tandem with her father’s guest.
Lee felt his control slipping away, the pleasure building into an unbearable pressure. He let out a ragged gasp, his fingers graping Edie’s hair. He looked down and saw Edie’s flushed face sucking him hungrily, her own body shaking with the onset of her own climax. The synchronization Amy had mentioned felt real in this moment, a singular, pulsing current of heat that connected them all. With a sudden, violent shudder, Lee arched his back and released a thick, hot stream deep into the girl’s throat.
Edie gulped the release down, then stayed latched for several seconds after the pulsing stopped, savoring the warmth and the salty taste of the meal. When she finally pulled away, a thin silver thread of saliva connected her lips to Lee, who remained slumped against the bench, his chest heaving. The silence that followed was not awkward but heavy with a shared, sleepy satisfaction.
Amy stepped in with a playful, knowing glint in her eyes. She looked at Lee, whose gaze was still slightly glazed over, and then down at his spent length. With a cheeky smile, she leaned in and began putting him away, but not before she decided to tidy up the remnants of the experience. Her tongue darting out to deftly lick his crown clean, before tucking him back into his underwear with a gentle, maternal pat.
Rob let out a long, contented sigh and shifted Rosie in his arms. The young girl had fallen into a deep, cum-drunk slumber, her head lolling against his chest and her mouth slightly agape. He looked over at Lee and chuckled, the sound warm and grounding. “Told you it was a great way to bond,” he said, his voice regaining its usual steady tone. “You can help with the girl’s bedtime later, Lee. Amy has some very progressive ways of winding them down for the night.”
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