Author’s note: Special thanks to A, who inspired me to write her into this chapter and to whom I owe any additional energy or creativity you may find here. You’re delightful.
This is a four-part chapter in a chronologically and procedurally arranged series; I’d recommend that you start with Ch. 1 to get your bearings (which also happens to be one of the most popular chapters), or at least read Ch. 2, which is a very short synopsis of the rules of the universe in these stories.
All parts of this chapter have been completed and submitted; expect to see one section go live each day, so stay tuned.
This series deals with first-time, free-use, age difference, light BDSM/noncon, and light incest.
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Part 3.
She didn’t need one, however, and bounced towards me with a grin. I was again enchanted by her full, young body and the way her considerable breasts swung in harmony with her smooth hips as she walked, her big nipples riding the crests of two magnificent waves. Her glasses made her hazel eyes look even bigger than they were; I kissed her and told her she was beautiful, and ran my fingers hungrily through the pink stripe in her golden-blond bush.
‘Jennifer, then, will go to Dave first-I heard a rumour he was willing to let you practice your blowjobs with him,’ he chuckled, ‘and Layla will start with Levi-and I must say, Levi, you’re a lucky man to start your entire training career with her. What a lovely girl. Welcome to America, indeed.’
Jennifer blew me a little kiss as she joined Dave, who put his big arm around my daughter and kissed her on the head as he waited for further instructions from Martin. Layla giggled as she met Levi with an embrace, and told him she would do her best for him since she was his first girl.
‘That of course means that Curt will get to train Abigail as we begin-don’t worry, sweetheart, he’s a very good trainer, and also a good start for you in your new home-and then finally that Kristen will be mine first. Come along, girl, bring that naked tush over here.’
Curt extended a hand to Abigail as she walked uncertainly to his side, her eyes shining from anticipation and some fear of the unknown. Like Dave, Curt simply put an arm around the naked girl and pulled her close to him; Abigail stood stiffly, attempting to calm herself and accept the trim, lean body that she was pressed against, and that would soon be enjoying hers.
‘This is the beginning of the five-minute Exploration portion of our party, folks! Gentlemen, you will use this time to get to know the girl at your station in any way you see fit, and start thinking about how you want to train her. At the sound of the timer, the girls will move to the next station and we’ll repeat the process with each girl.
‘Oh, goodness, I forgot the prizes!’ He suddenly exclaimed. ‘We want to make learning fun and reward you for trying hard today, girls, so there are three ways you can earn prizes.
‘First, if any of you are able to make any father here climax before we get to the Ejaculation section, he must buy you a new phone of your choice. This is to encourage your best efforts from the start. A man, by the way, should never tell you to be less sexy; if what you’re doing makes it hard for him to control himself, that’s something he needs to work on. You’re just doing what you were created to do.’
The girls squealed at delight at this announcement and started talking trash; we pursed our lips and shook our heads determinedly. There would be none of that. At the same time, one had to honestly assess the risk; by Martin’s agenda we’d all be at twenty minutes of ‘exploration’ and thirty minutes of actually fucking by the time we started our ten minutes with our last girl, so prudence was the better part of valor if we didn’t plan on financing a new phone for one of the minxes.
‘Next, any girls able to collect at least three male orgasms over the course of the afternoon will earn a $150 gift card to the clothing store of their choice. They don’t have to be from three different men, either. This is to teach you work ethic-don’t stop until your job is complete. Every father here took time out of his day and showed up here to train you; make sure you check around regularly to see if anyone has anything else they want to teach you.
‘And the girl who gets the most fathers to orgasm will get a new laptop, to recognize her for being the overall sexiest girl of the day, as determined by how many men choose her body to finish in. Or on. Or whatever. Any time you get cum out of a cock, it counts for your tally, got it girls?’
With that, Martin set the timer, and we began.
I had Elizabeth lie down on the couch and knelt on the floor beside her, taking a moment to drink her in with my eyes. She was so soft and curvy, with an adorable little belly pooch. I kissed her again, more deeply, then began kissing my way down her body, pausing to suck on her big nipple, then over her belly and between her legs. She sighed and easily parted her thighs for me; it was obvious she’d been well-taught to love sex already, and she eagerly offered her pussy to me in anticipation of the things she hoped I would do to it.
I brought both hands to her bush and gently spread her thick pair of bright pink labia and began kissing the slickness between them, and she arched as I licked past her clit. She smelled of fresh ocean air, and I gloried in her fragrant blond fur as it tickled my nose.
I was in heaven; I shifted over a bit and undid my pants, pulling out my cock. Elizabeth licked her lips and scooted closer to the edge of the couch, rolling to her side so she could rest her head on the cushion and suck me where I knelt in front of her. As she got into her rhythm, I glanced up at Jennifer.
She was on her knees in front of Dave, who had dropped his trousers and was evaluating her oral technique for a few minutes before making any suggestions for improvements. She was working about half of his cock into her mouth and trying to stroke his shaft with her hand as well.
His thick red mustache was drawn down in concentration as he brushed the hair from my daughter’s cheek-she was struggling with the timing, as if she were trying to pat her head and rub her tummy-but he broke into a gentle smile when she looked up at him with her mouth full, and I guessed he was going to suggest simplifying her approach for the moment by not using her hands.
Curt had Abigail standing at attention with her arms outstretched, and was inspecting her body carefully. His voice was low, but unmistakably commanding, and he clearly instructed her at every step as to what she should do. She was replying with ‘yes, sir,’ and ‘no, sir,’ and seemed almost relieved that she didn’t have to worry about what to do while being trained by the officer. I guessed that attention to detail, duty, and discipline were hallmarks of life at the Ford house.
‘And…rotate,’ Martin suddenly said as the timer sounded. Five minutes was not very long, and as excited as I was for everything that was still to come, it was difficult watching Elizabeth walk away and join Dave. I took solace in the fact that she would soon be back, and be the first girl of the day I’d fuck.
Kristen was next, however, and as she came near I admired her thoroughbred body. She was gorgeous, with high cheekbones and blond hair reminiscent of Charlize Theron. Curt’s daughter was very lean, with clearly-defined abs, and she was completely shaven. I kissed her on the lips, then kissed her breasts as she stood there. She was honestly a little thin for me; I knew that it was a style, but I just liked some curves. She was quiet, patient. Disciplined. That was the word. I could tell that she was held to high standards in her home, and while she was beautiful, there was also a coolness or calmness I felt as I ran my hands over her thighs and between her legs.
‘Girls,’ Martin said to the room, ‘the inspection a man gives you before training is extremely important. There are different styles and techniques, but just do exactly as you’re told, and make sure you let him examine you, smell you, taste you, touch you wherever he needs to.’
He was working with Abigail, and he turned her away from him and with a firm hand on her back instructed her to bend at the waist. Grinning delightedly at the sight of her upturned tail, he kissed her right butt cheek next to her entrance, and carefully spread her pussy lips to inspect the rich pink opening in the center of her dark bush. Her adorable face registered a perfect mix of surprise and shock, her hand meeting the ‘O’ of her mouth, that looked exactly like a girl in an old-school pinup cartoon as he checked her wetness.
‘You want to give him access to every part of your body, so he can decide how best to train you,’ he continued, dipping a finger into her opening and bringing it to his mouth. ‘He’s watching how you move, how you react; seeing what gives you goosebumps or shivers, or makes you smile, or makes your vagina start to lubricate-all of these are clues a man will use to get your body ready for training.’
Despite his obvious eagerness, Levi seemed to be struggling a bit to wrap his head around the situation. Layla had done her best to make him feel comfortable, but I could see that he was still processing the reality that all of these girls were for him to enjoy; I supposed it was understandable, given the strong taboos he’d lived with all his life.
He seemed tentative and hesitant to get physical with the girls, even though they generously offered themselves to him. I knew it would take a few minutes for him to get up to speed, and Jennifer was doing a great job putting him at ease. She was just talking with him and smiling, standing close to him with her hands sweetly on his arms. She giggled occasionally, and I looked up to see her grin at him as she shimmied her shoulders playfully and made her nipples brush back and forth across his chest.
He was clearly becoming enraptured by her, and allowed her to place his hand between her legs as she leaned in to ask him for a kiss. Watching her growth into a healthy, generous, sexual girl over just the past week had been such a pleasure; I was astonished at her warm, welcoming personality that instantly made every man feel she trusted him and wanted the same things he wanted.
I was watching Curt, who had Layla standing at attention, as he’d had Abigail do, and was giving her short, brusque orders as he inspected her delicious body, when Martin spoke up.
‘Gentlemen, let it be noted that the lovely Abigail is giving her first blowjob, ever, right now, and she’s doing a pretty good job.’
We all looked over and cheered our congratulations as Abigail somewhat awkwardly maneuvered her mouth around the head of Martin’s penis. He was by no means impressively endowed, and his cock was gnarled and bumpy, and veered quite suddenly to the left, like the stump of an old tree root; but it was perhaps the perfect, friendly size for Abigail to experiment with as the first penis she’d ever had in her mouth.
The timer went off again, and the girls moved to the next spot.
As Abigail joined me, wiping the saliva from the corner of her mouth after her lesson with Martin’s penis, I took her in my arms and asked how she was doing so far. She played it cool, but her eyes suggested she was feeling a little overwhelmed, and understandably so.
‘I’m okay. I mean I’m good!’ she said, ‘This is definitely…um, a lot to take in.’
I held her by the shoulders and ran my hand up her neck, holding the back of her head as I spoke to her.
‘You’re doing so great, sweet thing,’ I said, ‘I can imagine this is a lot. Tell you what, what would you like to do right now? What’s something you can focus on that will help you stay calm and get used to this?’
She thought briefly, and made up her mind. ‘Could I suck on your penis, Mr. Stevenson? I kind of just got started with Mr. Davis’s and the time ran out. I was starting to get the hang of it, I think.’
‘Of course, dear girl,’ I answered, unzipping my trousers and guiding her hand to pull my erection from them. I was terrifically hard, and the excitement of the first two girls ensured that a large bead of clear pre-cum spilled immediately from the opening at the head, running down the side of my cock and over Abigail’s fingers.
‘Go ahead and lick that up right away, Abigail,’ I instructed, and savored the view as the adorable girl lapped up the slick fluid from my shaft first, then her hand, and began sucking on the tip of my penis. ‘You must never let anything that comes from a penis go to waste, do you understand? It must all get inside you, whether in your mouth, pussy, or butt. Sometimes a man might cum on you, and that’s fine-just make sure you try to clean it all up with your fingers and get it in your belly where it belongs when he’s done, okay?’
She nodded conscientiously.
‘Can you try to lick the tip of your tongue inside the little hole in the head of my cock and make sure you clean it really well?’
With great care she complied, doing her best to lick up all traces of the sweet fluid. She obviously had no experience, and I was content to let her get comfortable and do her best. It clearly calmed her down; her eyes closed and she made little sounds to herself as she showed me what she knew about taking care of an erection with her mouth.
I was happy to see that Levi had evidently started to get his feet under him, and had pushed the ever-game Elizabeth onto the lounge and had his face enthusiastically buried between her legs as she held his head and whispered ‘yes, yes, yes…’
The timer sounded again, and after I kissed Abigail on the head and sent her over to Dave, I turned in time to see Layla walking toward me.
‘Dear girl, you are magnificent,’ I said as she came near, my lips meeting hers and my hands going immediately to her little breasts. As I gently brought my hands to her chest, I thrilled to the sensation of her pink nipples grazing my palms.
‘Thank you, Mr. Stevenson,’ she replied, welcoming my touch and kissing me again, ‘this feels kind of crazy, right?’
My erection was still sticking out of my pants from Abigail’s training, and Layla delicately ran her fingers up and down the shaft. Copious amount of Elizabeth’s and Abigail’s combined saliva still coated it, allowing her fingertips to slide easily over the dark, textured skin, and I groaned under my breath as my cock flexed into her hand at her touch, its glistening head swelling in welcome as the young girl introduced herself to it for the first time.
‘I guess you could say that,’ I chuckled. ‘Layla, I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time. I’ve always thought you were one of Jennifer’s most beautiful friends, and I can’t tell you how excited I am to enjoy you. How do you feel right now?’
‘Honestly, I’m having a ton of fun,’ she laughed, ‘I’ve been looking forward to learning about sex forever. And I…always thought you were super nice. You always take such good care of Jennifer, and you’re kind to me. Have you really been wanting to train me, Mr. Stevenson? Or are you just saying that?’
‘My goodness, sweet girl,’ I said sincerely, kneeling down to get a closer look at her vulva, ‘You have no idea. I’ve been imagining your naked body and thinking about what I would do with it once you’d celebrated your Festival since, well, since I first saw you. You are the girl I’ve been most looking forward to working with today. And sweet thing, you are incredible.’
Her naked pussy was fat and smooth, with a long cleft in the center of her mound and thick outer lips that begged to be nibbled. I kissed her slit, then licked it from the bottom to the top, pressing the tip of my tongue as deep between her lips as I could reach and burying my nose in her tidy, triangular patch of dark fur. She tasted of sea salt and citrus, with a hint of warm spice.
She supported herself with her hands on my shoulders, her breathing quickening and a shudder taking over her body. I was overcome with wanting her, and I spun her around and bent her over, instructing her to widen the distance between her feet. The view was extraordinary.
The tension of her stance caused her athletic butt cheeks to separate, full and taut, as she presented herself to me. She wasn’t very tan, but her skin was lighter in sheltered areas, including her genitals; a faint but distinct triangle around her anus, shaped like a deer’s tail, flared like an exclamation point to my limbic system, and her full vulva unfurled a pair of smooth, thick inner lips which shone with her juices.
‘Arch your back for me, sweet thing,’ I said, ‘Let me get a good look at your beautiful girl parts. That’s a good girl. Yes, you may put your hands on your knees…that’s lovely. This is a good position for you to assume anytime someone wants to inspect you from behind, alright? Remember to exaggerate the arch-better to show more than you were asked to, rather than less.’
‘Yes, Mr. Stevenson,’ Layla replied earnestly, committing to her pose with admirable resolution, ‘is this better?’
I swallowed, my mouth literally beginning to water as I watched her studious efforts to heed my guidance and present herself more explicitly. Basic issues of anatomical geography meant that most girls naturally had a somewhat foggy notion of what many poses looked like to an external observer at the end of them furthest from their own eyes, and they had to rely on feel to learn a correct arch, which was typically significantly deeper than their initial attempts.
As a life-long athlete, however, Layla just needed clear instruction and fundamental principles she could work on mastering. She already brought boatloads of natural physical talent and an attitude of excellence to the table; all she craved was a good coach with a winning playbook, who was willing to put some time into drilling her often and hard.
‘Yes, Layla, that’s much better,’ I assured her, enthralled by the results of her efforts, ‘that’s fantastic. Now you’re clearly showing me everything-the backs of your legs, your butt, your cute little anus, and your whole vulva are fully available to me. In fact, you’re arching so deeply that you’re stretching your pelvic muscles and your vagina is gaping a bit. I can see inside you a little ways before it goes dark, and the edges of your opening are shimmering with your nectar. Dear girl, you are spectacular. Good job.’
In a state of nearly holy awe, I placed my hands on the backs of her thick, sculpted thighs and leaned in to dip the tip of my tongue directly into that heavenly little abyss. She let out a long, low, ‘ooohhh…’ as I entered her, and she reflexively clenched down around my tongue, then gently re-opened again as she grew accustomed to having a small part of me inside her body. I tried to carefully clean up all her juices from her opening, and softly kissed her perfect butthole before giving her clitoris a couple of big, soft, kitty licks.
Across the room, Curt was dealing with the energetic Elizabeth, who was having trouble holding still so he could inspect her backside. Not a man to tolerate nonsense, he had secured her with one of her arms held tightly behind her back and was kissing her neck as his hand roughly explored her butt. She had transitioned rapidly from giggles, to shrieks, to a sustained purr as she submitted to his stern handling; it was heartwarming to see the girl, who had been raised in such freedom and creativity and self-expression, begin to discover the darker pleasures of giving herself up to a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and who wouldn’t second-guess himself when it came to getting it from a girl’s body.
The timer went off for the fourth time, and I embraced Layla and told her I was looking forward to her next visit to my station; now it was time for a quick break.
‘Alright, gentlemen,’ Martin announced, reluctantly sending Jennifer my way, ‘this is a chance to check in with your girls really quick, and then we’ll move on to the second portion of our day.’
My daughter’s breasts were covered in a slick sheen; Martin was an enthusiast’s enthusiast, and he gloried with great abandon in the wondrous work of handling girls. Unable to wipe the giant grin from his face, he’d been voraciously sucking on her nipples, and had licked and slobbered all over her chest and throat in his delight. She was giggling and shaking her head as she walked over to me.
‘How are you doing, sweetheart?’ I asked, kissing her with a smile.
‘I’m great, daddy!’ she laughed, ‘This is super cool! I’m so glad I get to experience so many different styles and try so many new things in one place today. Mr. Davis is so sweet-I think he really likes my body,’ she giggled, indicating her soaked bosom..
‘I think he loves pretty much all girls’ bodies,’ I chuckled, glancing over at Martin as he chatted with his granddaughter. Elizabeth was flushed and her eyes shone after her first brief encounter with Curt; she seemed to be highly responsive to a dominant training style. Martin’s cock was still outside his pants, and as Elizabeth excitedly relayed her adventures to this point, she absently reached beneath his erection and began gently scratching her grandfather’s scrotum.
Martin’s impressive white beard was only the most immediately visible indicator that he was indeed a very hairy man; Elizabeth’s foray revealed further clues. Martin’s ball sack was large and full, compensating well for his serviceable though less formidable penis, but what caught the attention was the thick coat of long, coarse, gray hair that covered it. It was unapologetically beastly, and strangely magnificent, and could not have contrasted more starkly with his granddaughter’s delicate, white fingers that combed affectionately through it as comfortably as if she were scratching a big, friendly dog behind the ears. His penis even bobbed up and down as she petted him under his sack, his erection wagging like a happy, stubby tail.
On the other side of us, Levi and Abigail were having a heart-to-heart chat in low tones. She was smiling and nodding understandingly, and Levi kissed her on her forehead, holding her somewhat gingerly with his hands on her arms; I supposed it would take a while for him to get fully accustomed to dealing with his beautiful daughter while she was nude, let alone while she was in the process of servicing four other men, but he seemed to be catching on.
Abigail was so cute with her soft, tidy little butt cheeks hanging out; I had the visceral impression of their warmth and imagined sliding my hand into the darkness between them. I could tell that she wanted to hug her father, but her nakedness was giving her at least as much pause as it was him, and she restrained herself. She would be fine; in a few minutes she would be getting plenty of physical closeness from the four other fathers.
Jennifer followed my gaze.
‘Mr. Miller is super nice,’ she said, ‘I like him a lot. I touched the front of his pants when I was with him, and I think he has a really big penis. I’m going to ask him if I can suck on it later.’ She turned back to me. ‘How is Abigail doing?’
‘She’ll be fine,’ I answered, ‘She’s got a lot to get used to, but she’s great; I’m planning to keep it easy and gentle when I train her today. How are you, honey? Everything making sense? Are you feeling good? Are you ready for the next part?’
‘Yes, daddy, thank you,’ she replied, kissing me sweetly, ‘You know what? I know I’m the oldest, and it was probably scary raising me and knowing these days would come, but I want to say I think you’ve done a great job with me-I feel great, and I’m looking forward to my training from all these wonderful guys this afternoon. I love you so much, daddy.’
‘Oh, honey, I love you so much too,’ I said, my eyes welling slightly as my daughter shared. She was breathtakingly beautiful in this moment-her nipples erect in the cool air as it began to evaporate the heavy coat of Martin’s slobber which seemed to cover her exquisite naked body, her mascara already beginning to run from her oral efforts on Dave’s cock, her eyes shining as she told me how good she felt and how excited she was to master everything she would have to learn on this challenging, life-changing journey of becoming a woman. ‘You don’t know how much that means to me. I’m so proud of you always.’
The timer beeped, and Martin, gently brushing Elizabeth’s hand from his sack, announced that it was time to rotate and begin the second portion of the party.
‘This is the Copulation segment,’ he said, sending Elizabeth my direction with a pat on the butt, ‘gentlemen, we’ll undress now and you will have ten minutes with each girl to use as you see fit-but a reminder, don’t climax with any of them this round unless you want to be on the hook for a new phone.’
‘Well, hello again, beautiful girl,’ I welcomed Elizabeth with a kiss, ‘I’m so lucky to get to start with you. Come on down here and suck me for a few minutes, then I’ll fuck you. That’s a good girl, show me your lovely eyes behind those big glasses while you lick me.’
Her eagerness was a constant source of endearment, and I was impressed immediately with how confidently and skillfully she took care of her business, flirting with her eyes as she carefully took care of every inch of my serviceable stretch of real estate with her tongue.
Jennifer was kneeling on the edge of a big easy chair, her arms extended over the top of the backrest with her wrists crossed daintily one over the other like a lady, and Dave was working his length into her at a fair clip with both his hands gripping her perfectly-proportioned butt and a look of pure bliss beneath his thick whiskers. I liked the position; Jennifer’s lines were outstanding as she reached her hips back to meet his thrusts and arched in an effort to press the base of her clit harder against the bottom surface of his shaft as it slid in and out of her, and the musculature of her haunches flexed and rippled in harmony with the quiet, rhythmic moans she uttered under her breath each time the head of Dave’s penis bottomed out in her.
I thought I might try the same position with a couple of the girls today, but I’d already decided how I wanted Elizabeth-that little blond muff of hers was just too cute to hide. Smiling at her as she proudly put the finishing touches on the fine erection she had just made, I laid her on the couch on her back and spread her legs, watching hungrily as her slick pink lips separated beneath her fur and I pressed myself into her.
It was hard to imagine anything could feel as good as her tight insides wrapped around my cock. She gasped and grinned and spread her legs further as she welcomed me in, and she started rocking her hips gently along with my thrusts. I felt myself get harder each time the dark hair at the base of my cock met her brilliant blond-and-pink patch, and I took a few minutes to savor grinding myself against her at full depth while I admired the rest of her lovely, curvaceous body as she let me ride her.
‘Hey, guys,’ Curt spoke up from where he knelt behind Abigail, who was on her knees, her head on the floor while Curt secured her arms behind her back and probed her private parts with his dick, ‘Abigail is extremely tight. I’m working on opening her up gradually, but it’ll probably be a team effort, just so you all know. I’m barely half-way into her yet.’
Abigail grimaced slightly as Curt carefully pressed into her, surveying his depth and her responses, and adjusting his approach to help her relax while continuing the essential work of preparing her vagina for training sessions of normal intensity.
I was playing with Elizabeth’s fantastic breasts and gently rubbing her clitoris as I fucked her, and I held her leg up to my chest so I could kiss her ankle and calf as I explored her depths. She was growing more vocal and responsive as she got closer to orgasm, but she didn’t boil over-she just simmered at a torturous, rapturous level of arousal and let me play with her. I was amazed by her level of control and her ease. She seemed years ahead of the other girls when it came to her degree of comfort with her own body and her willingness to share it, and I told her so as a compliment.
‘Thanks, Mr. Stevenson,’ she gasped, her eyes rolling back as I rewarded her good manners with an extra-deep thrust, ‘I guess my family has always been pretty free when it comes to this kind of stuff-oh!-I was always taught that if you love someone, you should do what feels good-oh!-to show them…’
‘Well, you certainly seem close with your grandfather,’ I said as I reached my hand under her butt and grabbed a solid handful of cheek, my middle finger pressing into her butthole and my pinkie exploring the tight, slick seam between my hard shaft and the delicately stretched, membranous skin of her entrance, and used my grip to pull her more deeply onto me. ‘Does he and your dad train you?’
Elizabeth rocked back and gasped again as I seated her firmly onto my cock. ‘Not like you’re training me now,’ she said breathlessly, ‘at least not yet. But they have taught me a lot of stuff. I still remember when Papa first showed me how to hold a penis.’
As she said this I felt her vagina pulse and become several times wetter almost instantly. I was intrigued; I knew that there were families in which the father took a significantly more involved hand in actually training his own daughters. There were a lot of reasonable arguments for the benefits of the practice, many of which Elizabeth was demonstrating as she descended into a deeper state of arousal simply by thinking about the training she’d received from her father and grandfather, while being fucked by another man entirely.
I hadn’t planned on being that kind of parent, but the fact was that as the girls grew up and celebrated their Festivals, they were simply going to be more naked around the house more often, and have more lessons each day then I really wanted to think about, which meant that pretty much whenever I would see them they would have either just had sex, or been about to.
Living in a home with three young girls in a nearly constant state of sexual arousal was always going to be a challenge, and it didn’t really make sense to try to minimize that. I’d already allowed Jennifer to practice her blowjob technique on me, and she’d found it extremely helpful-it was getting hard to say where the line should lie.
I wondered if Jennifer and the twins would benefit from me conducting private sessions with them myself, and I thought that I might have a conversation with Martin at some point about the details. As I followed this trail of thought and imagined teaching Serena and Selena some fundamentals in their room, I grabbed hold of Elizabeth’s blond bush with a fistful of fur, and with the other hand still gripping her butt, I bounced her on my cock with fast, hard thrusts.
She let out a low, siren-like wail that slowly increased in pitch and volume, catching everyone’s attention. Martin looked up at me with a sly grin from where he was working Kristen from behind and pointed at his granddaughter, then put his hand to his throat and nodded gleefully.
‘He certainly seems to know you well, dear girl,’ I smiled with tight lips as I continued working her, intoxicated by the transcendent sensation of her body opening up for me, ‘he just said I should choke you a little.’
Elizabeth’s eyes flew open as my hand closed on her throat, and I only had to squeeze gently-with a scream she erupted, thrashing and bucking for a good ten seconds as she rode her way back down the other side of her orgasm. I nearly lost control myself, and was just saved by the timer sounding the end to the first ten-minute round.
‘I’d thank you for the tip,’ I laughed to Martin, disentangling from Elizabeth and trying to slow my heart rate and manage my arousal, ‘but I somehow feel like there was some sabotage intended, too. I barely made it out of there.’
‘Just trying to be helpful, my good sir,’ he chortled as he let Kristen up and sent her my way.
I was glad I had Kristen next; she would give me an opportunity to cool down just a little before getting to the other two girls, both of whom I knew would push me to the limit in their sessions. I wanted to plan on finishing in Layla, but right now I had to focus on NOT finishing for the next thirty minutes. After having so much fun with Elizabeth, I was beginning to have second thoughts about my ability to remain master of my domain until I’d finished training all four girls-but I’d be damned if I was going to buy one of them a phone.
I lay back on the couch and had Kristen kneel on the floor so she could use her mouth, and prepared to just chill here for the next ten minutes before Abigail’s turn. Kristen was beautiful; she just wasn’t my type, so I was glad to be able to use her as a buffer. I’d have her keep me in a high idle by practicing her blowjob skills, but I didn’t need to fuck her.
‘Alright, girls,’ Curt said as he sat on the edge of his couch with Layla straddling him in a reverse cowgirl, running his hands up and down her sleek body as she bounced spiritedly on him, ‘who can tell me one of the Four Foundational Training Categories?’
Layla raised her hand and giggled at this new game. ‘Skill,’ she called out, laying back against Curt’s sculpted chest so he could kiss her neck and touch her between her legs while she held his cock inside her. He was very trim, with toned abs and a light scattering of salt-and-pepper hair across his chest and stomach, and Layla shivered as his coarse, silver five o’clock shadow nuzzled her soft skin between her shoulder blades.
‘Very good,’ Curt replied, ‘Abigail, I know you won’t know this stuff, so don’t worry about it, just try to pay attention-even if Martin is training you. Can you say “Yes, Colonel Ford”?’
Martin was gleefully rutting Abigail from behind, his face a mask of unadulterated pleasure as he reveled in taking the girl. He was a big man, and now that he was naked he looked even bigger. His large hairy belly spilled over in front of him as he thrust energetically into his friend’s daughter, his hands slapping her backside and groping her breasts with pure, undefiled enjoyment.
‘Yes, Colonel Ford,’ Abigail gasped with a look of intense concentration on her face as she endured Martin’s good-natured onslaught, her body getting pushed backward and forward as he carried her along with him in his bliss.
‘Good girl,’ Curt continued. ‘Training encompasses four distinct areas, and you are all committed to growing in all four. Each time someone reserves a training session with you, you should ask yourselves what you can learn in each of the categories.
‘Skill is the category involving acts that you can get better at by consciously applying yourself and getting better-can anyone name some skills?’
The answers came in a flurry.
‘Blowjobs!’
‘Kissing!’
‘Striptease!’
‘Handjobs!’
‘Sixty-nine!’
‘Excellent,’ Curt continued. ‘Those are all great answers. How about a second category? Anyone?’
Jennifer raised her hand where she was lying on the lounge with Levi. He lay beside her, her back to him, and was driving deeply into her from behind, his hands on her belly and breasts.
‘Ability!’ she said in between his thrusts.
‘Correct!’ Curt said, ‘Ability is what your body is able to handle, and training it to handle more. Anal sex, for instance, is something that gets easier as your butt hole gets more resilient and accustomed to having a penis inside it-it’s not as much a skill as it is something that your body will adapt to. Any other suggestions for abilities?’
There were no answers this time. The girls were silent apart from a delightful variety of vocalizations as we used their bodies; either less study had gone into this category, or they were just too preoccupied as the five of us found our groove and set a stiff and steady pace.
‘That’s alright,’ Curt said, ‘we’re here to learn. Other abilities include things like deep-throating, which requires increasing your throat’s ability to relax and expand, or double penetration, or being able to drink semen with a smile even if you don’t care for the taste at first. Even improving the resiliency and stretchiness of your vaginal muscles is extremely important to allow you to take the largest penises and the deepest thrusts without harm; you can see Martin is helping Abigail work on that right now.’
Martin was blind and deaf to the world at that moment, however. He’d become completely absorbed in the gentle, beautiful little soul of Abigail and had wrapped the girl up in a giant bear hug, pulling her delicate naked body against his belly with both arms and twisting her head around so he could kiss her as he fucked her. She nearly disappeared beneath the big hairy man as he breathed her in and crushed her into the couch, his pelvis rocking slowly and powerfully as he thrust up and into her until his bristly scrotum, gray and hairy as a boar’s, rubbed roughly up against her clitoris. He held there for a beat at a time, giving her a chance to relax and instructing her to give her insides to him instead of making him take them.
It was nearly as horrifying as it was hot; there was a brutal and ancient beauty to seeing the small girl take only the second cock of her life in the form of the fat, hairy old man who was harvesting all the pleasure to which he had the right from her soft, wet, warm vagina. It filled one with something like a sense of peace to see it, as if nothing could truly be wrong with the world as long as a beautiful young female was fulfilling her purpose so perfectly, and was being so fully enjoyed.
Suddenly Martin seemed to startle to his senses, and cursed as he pulled his knobby, twitching dick out of Abigail, a look of superhuman concentration on his face as he tried to stave off his impending orgasm. Alas, he’d drunk too much of the delicious girl too quickly, and despite his best efforts, he suddenly burst into a bellow and a laugh as he began squirting cum all over Abigail’s back.
We all laughed as we watched him get swept away by his climax, the rueful look on his face showing that he was as chagrined to owe Abigail a phone as he was delighted to have fucked her.
The other girls watched, and, realizing they could all have phones if they worked for it, suddenly started going crazy as they tried to force us to climax as well; fortunately we were all saved by the timer.
I gratefully pushed Kristen off me and sent her to see Dave for the third round, and welcomed a shaky, somewhat shell-shocked Abigail to my arms.
‘Come here, sweet girl,’ I said, pulling her to me and using one of Martin’s towels to wipe the cum off her back, ‘how are you doing? You okay?’
Abigail’s dark eyes told me she was a little overwhelmed and maybe a bit scared; I knew I had to help her get a hold of herself.
‘I’m good, Mr. Stevenson,’ she whispered, ‘thank you for asking. I’m glad everyone seems to like me so much…but Colonel Ford and Mr. Davis did it kind of…hard. It kind of hurt a little. And you’re, um, bigger than both of them. Can we please…go slow?’
I had watched both of them, and I knew that they hadn’t really been rough-just firm, and I knew they were working on stretching her vagina out, which could be a bit uncomfortable but was necessary to prevent worse harm for the girl.
I took Abigail’s cheek in my hand. ‘I understand, sweet thing. Why don’t you lay down here and let me check your vagina and make sure it’s okay?’
She nodded and lay back on the couch, opening her legs so I could do what I needed to do to her. I was struck again by the beauty of her coloring; her soft pale skin contrasted so strikingly with her rich auburn hair and her dark eyes, and her thick bush beckoned to me with its copious icing of clear and creamy girl juices that had been smeared across her lips by Martin’s and Curt’s cocks.
I made a production of carefully spreading her lips and examining her insides. She was perfectly fine, of course, just swollen and very pink from accommodating her first two penises of the day. I gently tugged on each of her labia, stretching them out and rolling them between my fingers.
‘Does this hurt, Abigail?’ I asked.
She shook her head no. I gave her clit a couple small licks and repeated my question; she gasped a tiny ‘oh,’ and shook her head again, and I felt her push her hips toward me as I cleaned some of her girl cum from her opening.
‘Looks like everything is fine, sweet thing,’ I said, ‘sometimes it takes some practice for your vagina to get used to its job. Kind of like when you get sore after you just start working out. Nothing is damaged, your body is just learning how to handle the purpose it was designed for.
‘Now sweet girl, you understand I must train you. You’re beautiful, and you need to let me penetrate you and enjoy your lovely cunnie, even if it’s a little sore. Can you be a big girl and let me do that?’
Abigail slowly nodded.
‘Good girl,’ I said, patting her vulva, ‘how about we try missionary position, which should be a little easier for you, and I’ll go slow and gentle so you can get used to it. Sound okay?’
I positioned myself over her and gently rubbed my cock’s head across her pussy, gathering up her juices and using them to cover her clitoris. I placed a hand on her belly, feeling it rise and fall with her short, apprehensive breaths. Gradually her respiration stabilized and I felt her relax as she understood I wasn’t going to hurt her, and I smiled at her and slowly pressed myself into her opening, gently probing deeper until I encountered resistance at about half the length of my cock. She winced, and I pulled back slightly, kissed her gently on the lips, and repeated my foray; this time she took additional half an inch without struggling. I told her she was a good girl, and continued the process of working myself deeper and deeper into her.
‘The third category of training is Conditioning,’ Curt continued from where he had Jennifer bent over the couch and was duplicating Dave’s work on her. ‘This is the ability of your body to sustain long-duration sexual activity. So this includes the muscular endurance needed to hold yourself in different positions for long periods, or the strength and endurance of your vaginal muscles or throat muscles to do their job for hours if needed, and recover quickly and productively so you can do it all over again the next day. This also includes things like breath control, meditation, mental strength, and cardiovascular fitness.’
I had established a slow rhythm that Abigail was able to handle, and each stroke was increasing her capacity to take me into her relatively comfortably. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed as she focused on relaxing and giving herself to me. I kissed her throat softly. ‘Listen to Colonel Ford, Abigail,’ I said quietly as I continued to fuck her, ‘this is important for you to learn.’
‘And finally, the fourth category is Association. This is one of the most important categories; often there are many sexual acts that as young girls you won’t intuitively grasp as erotic or pleasurable when you first experience them, and it’s vital that we mold your understanding through techniques like classical and operant conditioning to help you learn to relate your sexual training experiences to pleasure, to build and reinforce the reflexive responses of your bodies to stimulation, and develop your erotic imagination so you can fully embrace your roles as a bringer of pleasure for a wide variety of men. This also includes optimizing your body’s natural responses by training it to become aroused faster with more subtle stimuli, to secrete significant amounts of your natural lubrication at the first indication that it is about to be trained, and to improve your orgasmic ability.
‘You may not know exactly what a man wants to teach you when he reserves you for a session, girls, but as long as you ask yourself what you can take away from each training session that relates to the four fundamental categories, you’ll find that every lesson is a valuable one.
‘The best part is that you don’t have to overthink it-your trainer will guide you, and as it happens all four categories are best taught using the same methodology: instruct, practice, reward, and discipline. So whenever you’re getting trained, just do what you’re told and you’ll learn everything you need to.’
As he said this, he slipped his hand between Jennifer’s butt cheeks, his cock deep inside her as she bounced, and started playing with her anus. My daughter froze, resting her face in her arms on the back of the couch as she stretched her gorgeous body out for him, her trembling, spread legs giving us a clear view of Curt’s long, narrow penis where it thrust into her perfect vagina. He held her perfectly still with a hand on her hips and gently massaged her little star while giving her long, slow strokes with his cock.
Martin, still a ways from being ready for another round, was making out with Layla as a recovery strategy. He’d begun to regather his wits, however, and he leapt from the couch and dragged Layla by the hand over to Curt and Jennifer as he saw what Curt was doing.
He had Layla climb up next to Jennifer, then gently raised my daughter’s head with a handful of her hair. Her eyes were glazed as she was overcome by the hypnotic pleasure of Curt’s long strokes and his thumb on her butt hole.
‘Oh hey, boo…’ she whispered to Layla with a foggy smile.
‘Hi, baby,’ her friend whispered back, taking Jennifer’s face in her hands and adoring the transcendent bliss in her eyes as she took Curt’s capable dick.
I didn’t know if there could be anything more beautiful than the sight of these two world-class backsides, one of them-my precious daughter’s-getting properly used, belonging to two young friends who were sharing a special, naked moment that all of us were blessed to be present for.
Curt was paying careful attention to Jennifer’s signs as she connected with her best friend, and he gave a nod to Martin, who still held her head up.
‘Layla, sweet thing,’ Martin asked in a low voice, ‘have you ever kissed Jennifer?’
She shook her head. Martin smiled.
‘At this point of her training, I think a kiss would really make her feel good. Go ahead.’
Layla complied eagerly, tenderly bringing her lips to meet Jennifer’s and nuzzling her softly as her tongue explored my daughter’s lips.
Jennifer began shaking uncontrollably, her eyes closed and her mouth open as Layla continued to kiss her and Curt picked up his pace, giving her the full length of his cock with each powerful stroke, until suddenly with a cry she collapsed into a pile on the couch as if she’d been shot, completely spent by the biggest orgasm of her young life so far. Curt paid no mind, however, kissing her shoulders and back and keeping her legs spread wide with a strong hand as he continued fucking the panting, immobilized girl, his shaft now coated with fresh, white cream from deep inside my daughter’s perfect vagina as it thanked him for his efforts.
Abigail had turned her head to the side to watch the events across the room as I continued to gently penetrate her drenched pussy, and as she watched Jennifer climax, she did too. Her body tightened up, lifting her hips and spreading her legs even wider; her fists closed and her eyes screwed shut as every muscle tensed and she held her breath. After a couple moments, she uttered a strained, ‘oh, oh, oh, oh, daddy,’ and began pulsing sweetly on my shaft.
I had nearly been overcome by watching my daughter’s orgasm, and Abigail’s wasn’t making the situation better. I was rock hard, and I pulled quickly out of her as I felt her orgasm commence, knowing I wouldn’t survive at depth for the duration of her climax, and brought my hand to her vulva, rubbing softly to prolong the waves that were washing over the sweet girl as I kissed her breasts and belly. Finally, mercifully, the timer sounded.
(Continued in Ch. 9d)