How to Train Your Daughter Ch. 08

This is the 8th chapter of a series-it will make much more sense and be more enjoyable if you start at the beginning.

This is a near-future world where Fathers are deeply involved in the process of preparing their daughters to succeed in a local coming-of-age celebration known as the Festival where girls are released to the public for training; society has decided it is best for young women to be available to be taught sexual skills at nearly all times by any interested man who has a daughter who is of age.

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The week after the Festival was a whirlwind. Jennifer's first-place victory was a major event, and she and I had interviews with the news stations and papers, made appearances at several functions, and on Friday evening we were even dinner guests of the mayor and his wife.

A stocky, charming man with a shock of silver hair, Mayor Harlan Caldwell was in his late fifties and had been a leading man in politics in our town for decades. It was an honor to be his guest in his home, and was even more evidence of the amazing opportunities that Jennifer's win would create for her. He and his wife lived in a large, country-style estate just outside town, and they met us at the door with big smiles and a warm welcome.

'Come in, come in,' he boomed, shaking my hand firmly, 'Julie and I have been looking forward to having y'all over! Bianca, Tiffany, would you please take our guests' coats?'

Two young girls appeared, dressed identically in white blouses and short black skirts, and as they took our coats Harlan explained that they were the Caldwell's assistants.

'They've been life-changers,' he chuckled, 'they're smart, very attentive. We have them to help with cooking, cleaning, light yard work. And anything else that might need...attending to.'

My wife exclaimed that she loved the Caldwell's home, and Harlan chuckled again.

'Why thank you kindly, Mrs. Stevenson. We do love to share it with special folks. Tell you what, dinner is in half an hour-Julie, darling, why don't you give Mrs. Stevenson the tour and maybe show her the garden, and Robert and Jennifer and I will take a little refreshment in the den, and we'll meet in the dining room in thirty minutes?'

This suggestion was met with delight from both of the women, and as they set off arm-in-arm, Harlan took Jennifer's hand and led us down the stairs to a large, luxurious room. Furnished with oversized leather couches and chairs, with heavy wood tables and one wall that was entirely a giant stone fireplace, it had a warm, western, masculine feel that was terrifically inviting. The art on the walls and several bronze statues were all of cowboys and other scenes of the wild west, and in the middle of the floor was a massive bear rug.

Harlan made his way to the bar in the corner, helped Jennifer onto one of the bar stools, then pulled down three glasses while chatting with her.

'Well, Miss Jennifer, it is truly a delight to meet you in person, and I'm so happy that we get to have this special little celebratory dinner after your amazing showing at the Festival. I was in the front row that night, and I swear I knew, as soon as you stepped onto the stage, that you were going to win it all,' he smiled as he poured two whiskeys on the rocks for himself and me.

Jennifer giggled and blushed, thanking him and telling him he was too kind. I took my whiskey, touched glasses with Harlan, and made myself comfortable in one of the giant leather chairs.

'Goodness, not too kind at all,' Harlan protested, 'you came through in a big way and won decisively. Truly, there was no doubt as soon as your father removed your underthings-girls your age are generally always quite lovely, but the entire crowd knew you were in a different class altogether the moment you were naked in front of them.

'Now I'm sorry dear girl, but of course you're not old enough for a grown-up drink-would you like a Coca-Cola or a ginger beer?'

Jennifer nodded and said thank you. Harlan gave her a tall, ice-cold glass of soda and touched glasses.

'Congratulations to you, Jennifer, and here's to a wonderful future ahead of you! Now, tell me darling, what was it like at the end of the evening, when you were taken for the first time? That must be a very intense experience.'

Jennifer's eyes got a little larger as she remembered that night, and she nodded soberly.

'Yes. It was...a lot. I mean, it was my first time, of course. But also Mr. Milano is, um, pretty big, so it really hurt a bit when he first put it in me. But he started really gentle, and it got better. And also my dad stayed and held my hand, and that really helped, too.'

She suddenly grinned.

'But oh my gosh, then I had an orgasm, which felt really good, and then he had a really hard orgasm, and it was super cool feeling his...thing...shooting his...stuff...inside me.'

As much as I didn't want to, I knew I needed to interject. Jennifer was still learning to speak comfortably about sexual matters, and I wanted her to make a good impression on Harlan.

'Sweetheart,' I said softly, 'remember what we learned about being a well-mannered young lady?'

Jennifer blushed again, embarrassed at the thought of having made a faux pas in front of the Mayor.

'I'm so sorry, Mr. Caldwell. I should know better-I DO know better,' she rushed to say, and recited a line from one of her etiquette books, "A young lady should use the proper terms for things in casual conversation. Euphemisms are appropriate while engaged in the act of being trained."

'What I meant to say is, that it felt really cool when Mr. Milano ejaculated, and I could feel his penis shooting his semen deep inside me for the first time. Like, I was literally feeling a thick, warm spray against my insides, filling me up, and it felt so good in a way I could never have imagined before.'

Caldwell nodded appreciatively, his eyes twinkling.

'Well I'm so glad that you found you enjoy the experience. We all loved watching it-it really felt like a privilege to see you take your first cock, and I for one was grateful to have been there to witness it. You were quite beautiful as Tavio worked on you-once you settled in a bit, it seemed almost like a tranquil look came over you and your whole body opened up and relaxed a bit to let him do what he needed to do. It was truly lovely to behold, like an angel.'

Jennifer nodded vigorously, sipping her coke. She seemed flattered that Caldwell was so interested in the details of her experience, and she eagerly agreed with his observations.

'Yes, I totally felt that. It was crazy, almost like, when he came, I felt almost like I became...I don't know how to put it...like I was "one with humanity" or something silly like that,' she giggled.

Harlan shook his head kindly.

'It's not silly at all, dear girl. In a very real way, when a young girl such as yourself is taken sexually by a man, from a biological perspective she is fulfilling her most fundamental purpose..

'Certainly you have many wonderful talents and abilities that will allow you to make your mark on the world, but as a female member of the species, your primary function is to reproduce. All your DNA, practically every part of your body, all designed brilliantly for the express purpose of attracting males to couple with you.

'It's a sacred thing, and it's perfectly reasonable that when you experience it, you feel deeply connected to your species-in reality, you are participating in a primal and ancient act for which you were purposely-and perfectly-created.'

As he spoke, Jennifer leaned closer, rapt in her attention, and her dark brown eyes grew wide and welled a bit at the corners. She smiled, clasping her hands.

'Oh Mr. Caldwell, that is simply the most wonderful, beautiful way to put that. It's exactly what I feel. You are so sweet.'

Harlan smiled kindly as he reached out and gently stroked Jennifer's cheek.

'Sweet thing, I have spent much of the last thirty-five years training young girls. It's been a passion. Over the course of that amount of experience a man is liable to get a little philosophical.

'So tell me, what are you most excited for in this next chapter of your life? What are you focusing on?'

Jennifer instinctively kissed his palm before she replied, her body beginning to respond naturally to his demeanor and touch. Harlan lightly brushed his thumb across her lips before she answered.

'Well, I feel like I have so much still to learn, but I mostly want to be good at blowjobs, and I'm afraid I don't really know what I'm doing yet. But I like practicing them, and cum is just really fascinating to me. I want to play with it and taste it and rub it all over me, which is real weird. I don't know what that means or says about me.

'But daddy's been helping me practice a little bit, and I'm so glad. And each time I get to do one I feel like I get better.'

Harlan raised his eyebrows and glanced at me as he heard this revelation, and I just shrugged and nodded.

'Well, obviously your dad loves you quite a lot and wants you to succeed, darling. You're fortunate to have such a great relationship with him, and so much support from him.'

He smiled, and reached for the buttons of Jennifer's low-cut sundress.

'Now, you must have had quite an exciting time since the Festival. Have you gotten to do anything particularly interesting? And while you tell me, I'm just going to have a look at your lovely breasts here.'

My daughter's breath caught for a brief moment as Caldwell's fingers began undoing her dress, but I was pleased to see her maintain her composure and adhere to her training. Pulling her shoulders back a little and sitting up perfectly straight and tall, and gently pressing her bosom toward the older man to let him know she was available for him to do whatever he wanted, she fought to maintain her focus on answering his question.

'Uh, yes, actually there has been a lot of crazy stuff. I think the one that really sticks out is when dad and I went on Mornings With Monahan on Channel 5. And Kyle Monahan and Dale interviewed us about the Festival, and then Mr. Monahan was like, "Well, I think it's only reasonable to show the the studio audience and the folks at home what a First Place body looks like," and so I had to undress right there on the set.

'Then after I was naked he had Dylan read Mr. Milano's official report that he wrote after the Festival, describing what it was like having sex with me, and then he said that since their viewers trusted them when it came to news and information, it was probably best that he and Mr. Monahan verify all the points in the report. So they took turns doing what Mr. Milano did with me. And some extra stuff they thought was important for their viewers to see.'

Caldwell had unbuttoned Jennifer's dress to her waist as she sat on the bar stool, and he carefully opened it, pressing the dress around her sides and revealing her soft, round breasts, which he admired for a moment before gently cupping them both and squeezing them softly.

'My goodness, young lady,' he said warmly, and with a little grunt of appreciation, 'I do declare these are delightful!'

Jennifer flushed pink as she murmured a soft 'thank-you', and then bit her lip as Harlan took her nipples and gently tugged on them until they grew hard and crinkled, her small areolas a rich cocoa brown.

Harlan had grown up on a ranch, and even though he had been a successful business man for the last forty years, he still made a point of maintaining his small spread himself. I could see that his hands were rough and calloused, but he used a masterfully delicate touch to avoid hurting my daughter, much as he would with a newborn calf, or a duckling.

He moved on Jennifer like the seasoned rancher he was—capable, confident, strong, and an expert in raising and training and caring for valuable creatures. A fundamental skill for a farmer is evaluating his livestock on their genetic strength, temperament, conformation, and breeding desirability, and Harlan's practiced eye twinkled with a knowing and professional pleasure as he inspected Jennifer's breasts, his weathered hands lightly brushing across their sensitive skin, causing them to break out in goosebumps.

'Why yes indeed, very fine,' he proclaimed, as if he had selected a prize heifer at the auction and was looking forward to taking her back to the ranch to meet his bulls. 'Did she develop early?'

I shook my head. 'No, actually she was a bit of a late bloomer. She was almost completely flat-chested for what seemed like forever—then she grew her pair almost overnight. It was surprising, because she'd been maturing in every other way completely normally-she'd had a full crop of pubic hair for a long time. It all worked out in the end, I guess.'

Harlan raised his head from where he had been sucking on one of Jennifer's nipples, a loud pop sounding as the little nub of dark girl flesh came free from his hungry lips, and chuckled. 'Well, I should say so. They seem quite healthy now.' He cradled my daughter's breasts in both hands, squeezing them gently and admiring how her nipples glistened beneath a thick coat of his saliva. 'And it's probably for the best anyways-if a girl grows her breasts later, it means less time for gravity to take its toll. These are probably going to stay this lovely for many, many years.'

There was a knock at the door, and as it opened Bianca, one of the Caldwell's assistants, walked in. She announced that dinner would be ready in twenty minutes, and asked if Harlan needed anything before then. Harlan smiled kindly at the girl, and beckoned her into the room.

'Thank you, Miss Bianca. As a matter of fact, come in here please-I was about to call you or Tiffany. Mr. Stevenson and I are enjoying a pre-dinner aperitif and discussing the importance of cultivating an appreciation for the finer things in life. Speaking of which, why don't you undress and hop up on the chair with him, and let him play with you for a bit. Robert, I find that not much works up a healthy appetite like getting my hands on a beautiful little body, and I'm sure you'd agree.'

Bianca smiled and nodded, and with a cheerful 'yes, sir' she walked across the room until she was standing in front of me where I sat in the deep leather armchair, and began to unbutton her blouse.

'It's so good to meet you, Mr. Robertson,' she said, with an adorable smile and only the slightest hint of a latinx accent. She had long dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, and her thick lashes and strong brows were captivating. I'd noticed when we arrived that she wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were deliciously full as she slipped out of her blouse. She was short-probably only a little over four-and-a-half feet-and extraordinarily curvy, with an amazing backside that she revealed as she stepped out of her short skirt. I was captivated as she stood there, her arms behind her back, allowing me to drink her in with my eyes.

'It's lovely to meet you as well, Bianca,' I said, smiling kindly and leaning forward to get a better view.

She glanced at Harlan and ran her thumbs along the waistband of her thin cotton panties.

'Um...panties too, Mr. Caldwell?' she asked, uncertainly.

Caldwell nodded a bit impatiently.

'Yes, dear girl, of course your panties too. It's a matter of basic hospitality, as you should know by now. Mr. Robertson is our guest, and he deserves to enjoy you unencumbered. Do take them off please.'

Bianca complied with a slight twist of her lips. It seemed she wasn't enthusiastic about getting completely naked for me, but she did her best to mask her reluctance as her duties required, and slid her soft undergarment down her legs, resuming her position in front of me completely nude, and avoiding my eye contact. It wasn't up to a girl to decide what was best when it came to how much clothing she should wear or what eligible males should be able to do with her, however, so I didn't take much notice.

I was delighted to see that she was completely—and evidently freshly-waxed, the splendidly smooth skin of her soft belly plunging seamlessly to a innocent-looking little slit between her legs.

'My goodness, she is lovely,' I exclaimed, and Harlan chuckled.

'She is indeed. I'm glad you approve,' he smiled proudly. 'She's a bit of a firecracker when she gets going, and every inch of her is worth the price of admission.'

I instructed Bianca to turn around and show me her backside, which was truly magnificent.

'Oh my goodness, and she has perfect back dimples,' I couldn't help but exclaim. 'I might be a little bit in love.'

Harlan laughed.

'Ah, a fellow connoisseur of the dimples of Venus, I see. It warms my heart to see such a fine specimen get appreciated by a devotee. Bianca, let Mr. Stevenson see that fine backside in motion.'

Bianca smiled naughtily, and with a polite 'yes, sir' she bent forward a little, placed her fingers under her butt cheeks, and did a gentle little twerk, her round buttocks rising and falling in rhythm. I was entranced, and was also delighted to hear a sticky, wet, "schnick-schnick" accompany each bounce. Harlan laughed again.

'I don't normally have our girls wear panties, but Bianca is literally constantly wet, and it became a matter of preserving the furniture. Go ahead and check. The poor girl spends every waking minute soaked and ready to be enjoyed, whether she thinks she wants to be or not.'

Bianca blushed as Harlan described the state of her private parts, and I reached out and told her to spread her legs a bit, gently pressing my fingers into her soft, warm slit as she did so. Harlan chuckled again as my face betrayed my astonishment and delight, my fingers sinking easily between her folds and becoming instantly coated in copious amounts of her vaginal lubrication. In spite of her evident bashfulness, she gasped and grabbed my hand and gently pressed it harder against her vulva.

I could feel the heat radiating from her naked body, and I stood her up and turned her to face me, returning my hand to her wet slit from the front. I used my free hand to pat the chair cushion beside me.

'Come on over here, cutie,' I said, guiding her with a firm grip on her pussy to sit down and snuggle close beside me. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, her thighs spread and draped over my lap, my hand never leaving the warm confines of the wet treasure between them. Bianca nuzzled her head into my shoulder and closed her eyes, soft little whimpers coming from her as I took my time exploring her vagina. As I expected, some gentle stimulus to her young genitals and a firm guiding hand were enough to start arousing her, in spite of her earlier reservations. I looked forward to pushing her to her peak.

Satisfied that I was pleasantly occupied for a moment, Harlan turned back to Jennifer, who sat stock-still with a mixture of horror and delight on her face as she watched me hold a naked young girl tightly against my body and finger her casually while chatting with Harlan. Of course she had seen this sort of thing before, but it was the first time she had seen me directly involved. In addition to the shock, I seemed to also sense a hint of jealousy.

Jennifer liked to think of herself as my favorite, a delusion I was probably too willing to indulge. She felt that she was the only one who got to do many things we did together, which confirmed her belief that she held a special place forever. I realized that as far as she knew, she was the only girl who had been in Bianca's position-she was daddy's special girl, after all, and that proved it. So it was a bit of a rude awakening for her to realize that her place had been taken, and that there would only be more interlopers as time went on.