How to Train Your Daughter Ch. 09c

'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.