How to Train Your Daughter Ch. 09c

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.