How to Train Your Daughter Ch. 09a

'In any case, since she's in my care for the next few days, I thought it was a great opportunity to have one of these parties to start her training, so thank you all for joining us.

'I think we all know each other by now, at least by name, and I got the payments from everyone, right? Good, thank you. All of that money is for the food and drinks, the prizes, and for the cleaners to come tomorrow morning and go through here. Marie told me years ago that I could have as many of these parties as I wanted, but she'd better never come down here the next day and find ANY evidence.'

As everyone chuckled knowingly, I glanced over at Levi and Abigail. Her eyes were wide and her hands were clasped so tightly in her lap that her knuckles were white, and she pressed herself stiffly against her father's side as she tittered nervously. Levi's eyes were also wide, but in what seemed more like delight than terror, and he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close to him as he joined in the laughter. Martin continued.

'I want to talk for a moment about why we're here, then go briefly over the plan for the afternoon and we can get started.

'As we know, once a girl celebrates her Festival, her sexual education is a priority. The responsibility for that education falls to us eligible males, who have had at least one daughter celebrate her Festival. It's a responsibility I think we all take very seriously.

'There is much to learn, and the time is short, which means girls need to be ready for lessons at nearly any time, anywhere-lessons that can cover practically every sexual topic.

'Obviously this is good, and right, and certainly in line with the natural order of things. And as fathers we want the best, most stimulating and most effective education for our girls, so they can lead healthy, useful, and successful lives.

'Also obviously, however, this is a huge adjustment for a young, 18-year-old girl who has just lost her virginity, and again, as fathers ourselves, we are also all too aware of the...er...vigorous...nature of some of our favorite lessons to teach young girls-and so it makes sense to help them ease into this new life rather than thrusting them into it wholesale the day after their Festival.'

Another understanding chuckle went up from the men. Dave raised his hand.

'It is definitely eye-opening when your daughter celebrates her Festival,' he said, 'I know that when I get underway in a lesson-especially on a really fresh, healthy girl-things can get a little crazy.

'Normally I don't worry about it, because of course nature has marvelously designed these little bodies,' he said, taking the giggling Layla by the shoulders and shaking her gently with a smile, 'to withstand pretty much any demands the male libido may make in order to achieve release.

'But when you imagine your darling girl getting that same type of treatment from any number of random men,' he continued soberly, hugging Layla to him and kissing her tenderly on the forehead as we nodded in agreement, 'it's...a little scary.

'Even though I know she'll be ok, and I know that it's the right way to raise a girl, I worry about her feeling overwhelmed or frightened or inadequate if she gets trained by guys who aren't paying attention to her experience in the moment-let alone several of them a day.'

Such a warm show of concern was unexpected coming from the big fireman, and was quite touching. Jennifer pressed herself closer to me and kissed me again, and I gave her a smile and a squeeze; she had expressed similar reservations the day after her Festival, and that conversation was precisely why I'd decided to join Martin's father-daughter party. Fortunately she already seemed to enjoy sex, but the reality that she was now required to share her body with any man who wanted to enjoy it was understandably still very new and a bit uncomfortable for her.

'Well, and that doesn't even account for the emotional challenge they face,' Curt agreed in a low, commanding voice that didn't need to be loud to make you want to sit up straighter, 'I mean, we watch them grow up as little girls with Disney princess dreams. Of course, true love will come and they'll be happily married someday to a wonderful man,' he said, smiling at his daughter Kristen, 'but helping them understand that they need to set that stuff aside for a few years and commit themselves to their training first is a big adjustment.

'Certainly romance can be a part of sex, but at the end of the day it's about understanding the natural order of things-men are driven by powerful biological urges, and girls have a biological responsibility to be the outlet for those urges. It's their fundamental evolutionary purpose.

'So yes, often it's not about the mushy stuff-most of the time, a girl is going to be chosen for training by a man primarily because he's imagining certain things he wants to do to her. Her duty is to offer herself to satisfy whatever needs he has-and let's face it, those needs often won't entail much affection or tenderness. I mean, most eligible men are happily married anyways.

'It's really important, I think, to work on teaching a girl how to draw her fulfillment simply from providing satisfaction to whomever is training her. It's not that her orgasms or pleasure are secondary to his; it's about helping her associate and obtain those happy things from the fact that a man is taking his pleasure with her body.

'Fulfilling my biological purpose by coupling with a girl is immensely pleasurable to me, and it only makes sense that a properly trained girl should take just as much pleasure from fulfilling her own biological purpose by being the recipient of those urges. That just takes some time and consistent guidance, I think.'

Dave agreed.

'My first daughter, Samantha, celebrated her Festival about five years ago,' he said. 'I think that sometimes, especially if you've been eligible for a few years like I have, and you've gotten accustomed to training half a dozen or so females each week, you can forget how young they really are when they begin their lessons.

'Sure, the law mandates that a girl must begin training at eighteen, but that's just a number-I mean, goodness, they're honestly still practically kids.

'When Samantha came of age, I didn't know about parties like this, so she started a full training schedule literally the day after her Festival. It was a little rough for a few months-pretty much every night, after whoever had come to the house to train her had finished and left, she'd come into our room in tears wanting to sleep in our bed.

'We had to put our foot down, and we hired a counselor to help her adjust, and eventually she came around and ended up loving her training. But I always felt that there could have been a better way to support her early on-so, thank you for putting this together.

'I, for one, certainly like the idea of having a few fellows that I know and trust assist Layla with understanding her responsibilities and help her feel like she can handle the next few years before I leave her to the mercy of the rest of the public.'

There was a chorus of agreement from the rest of us, and Martin nodded.

'And that's precisely why it's customary to give a girl a chance to acclimate over the first few weeks of her new life,' he said, 'she's generally expected to have fewer lessons than she will normally have, and they are often chaperoned by her father, and usually confined to close friends or even extended family.

'Father-daughter parties like this are another great way to smooth a girl's transition to her new role. Together, we can give each of these lovely young women the opportunity to get more comfortable with servicing a variety of different bodies and experimenting with various styles and techniques in the safest, most supportive environment possible-just as I'm sure each of you are hoping the other fathers here will do for your daughter.'

Levi spoke up for the first time.

'Well, I'd just like to say how much I appreciate Martin and all of you welcoming Abigail and me,' the soft-spoken Canadian said, 'we just moved here Monday, so this is all really new to us, and everyone's been super kind and helpful. I think this party will definitely help us learn more about how this all works as we make this transition, and I'm sure we'll have lots of questions for you all.'

'Wait, so you don't have the Festival in Canada?' Dave asked.

'Nothing even remotely like it,' Levi replied, 'it's still pretty old-fashioned in a lot of ways there. We lived in the same small community I grew up in, and it's pretty rural and conservative. Our church was very strict, and it's just become evident over the past few years that there were some things missing; it was time for a change and we needed to start new somewhere. We need to build a life that works for us, and allows us to raise our kids the way we think makes the most sense.'

There was a moment of silence as the other fathers processed this information. It was almost barbaric to imagine a country which had no formal process for teaching and equipping its young girls to succeed at their sexual life's role-it seemed heartless to simply let one's daughter's reproductive hormones run unchecked after her adolescence, to take no fatherly responsibility for educating her about her sexuality and its responsibilities, and to abandon her to learn about her body from the sorry grab-bag of emotionally and physically immature teen-age boys at her school, who, aside from having no idea what they were doing, surely had no right to enjoy nearly exclusive access to young girls' bodies.

Things used to be that way in the US, not that long ago. But the changes had happened before we were born, and it struck us all as strange that such a clearly superior social system as we had adopted fifty years ago hadn't caught on more widely with our North American neighbors.

This meant that Abigail hadn't celebrated her Festival. It meant that she hadn't been raised with the understanding that upon reaching young adulthood, she'd begin a rigorous sexual education from men at least old enough to be her father.

She didn't have a choice now, though; as a female of Festival age she was subject to the same legal obligations as any girl who had been born here. Her wide eyes hinted at the inner tumult she must have been experiencing as she began to come to grips with her civic duties.

Of course this meant that Levi had had a very different sexual experience than the rest of us, as well. Without presuming to imagine how adventurous his sex life with his wife over the course of the past eighteen years was, it was doubtful he'd ever had the unfettered access to young female bodies that he was now on the cusp of enjoying as part of his permament residency in the US. Doubtless, this move was a momentous one for the whole family.

'Well, this is a big day then,' Curt said warmly, 'glad you're here, and I think we're all happy to be part of your welcoming committee. Obviously we do things a little differently than you're used to, but I'm pretty confident you'll see our way of life has a lot of advantages.'

'Wait, Levi,' Dave interjected, 'you just moved here a week ago-have you even done any training sessions yet?'

Levi shook his head.

'No, it's been a busy week with unpacking the house and getting set up at my new job. This is going to be my first experience with this, so don't judge me too harshly, ok?'

We all laughed and assured him he'd do great.

'It's why I'm so glad how serendipitously today worked out,' Martin chuckled, 'Elizabeth having to stay with us for a week, the Festival, and then Levi and his family moving here as well-it was a perfect time to have this party. I thought it'd be a great way to jumpstart their new life here-let Levi train four girls right off the bat to get a sense of what it's like, with us to help him out and answer any questions; and help Abigail get past any of her reservations by pushing her into the pool, so to speak, with four good, knowledgeable fathers all at once.

'The goal for today is to help these girls gain a better grasp of their responsibilities, capabilities, talents, and tastes. We want to help them explore, and we also need to push them to embrace the unknown and the uncomfortable, since those will certainly be common elements in their training in the future.

'We want them to be confident and able to handle themselves when their profile goes live on the training database next week and they get their green ID cards, and their schedules begin to fill with lessons from whatever eligible men select them each day.'

We all voiced our agreement, and Martin continued.

'Well alright then, let's get this party started!' he announced with a jolly laugh and his customary twinkle in his eye, 'Here's the plan: as you can see, we have plenty of comfortable furniture-several big sectionals, the lounge along that wall, and I've set up the pull-out sofa bed over there. There are plenty of beverage selections right over there, and I have a big pile of soft, clean bath towels here by the fireplace for anything that needs to be cleaned.

'We want to make this as beneficial for the girls as possible, so go ahead and plan on doing pretty much what you would do in a normal training session, but perhaps throttle it back just a little and let's pay attention to making sure they understand what you're doing, and why, and how they can learn to better enjoy it.

'Now, I know that in a normal training session we don't have many qualms about testing a girl's limits; if you find something you feel is worthwhile to spend some time on, it's her responsibility to do her very best to succeed or master whatever you're introducing her to. But for today, let's focus more on discovering these girls' limits, rather than challenging them. They're brand new, so I think it's profitable to explore lots of things with them today and figure out what they are comfortable doing or capable of withstanding. That way they'll have a better idea what they can work on, or how to build on those capabilities in their future training.

'If a girl is doing alright, we can push her a little-find out what subjects are challenging for her, and let's see if we can help her expand her comfort zone a bit.

'If a girl seems to be struggling, then obviously her father can help as needed to explain or coach. But I'd recommend giving your daughters as much space as you can today, and trust the other fathers do their work as they see fit.

'Our party today will consist of four sections, which correspond to the phases of a typical training session: Exploration, Copulation, Ejaculation, and Relaxation.

'We'll start by having the girls undress, and we'll spread out and pick a station and each take a girl. I have a timer here, and you'll have five minutes with each girl to explore her physically-you can touch her wherever you want, get to know her body, think about how you want to enjoy her, or what you want to have her practice on you, or what you want to teach her. Certainly you can taste her if you want, or have her begin fellatio. Just help her feel at ease and help her have fun, and let her start getting more comfortable with being inspected by a variety of hands and eyeballs.

'Every five minutes the girls will rotate clockwise and we'll continue the process. We'll arrange it so that your daughter arrives at your station on the fifth rotation-his is a good time to check in with her, make sure she's doing alright, and then we'll move to the next portion.

'When we begin the Copulation section, the men will undress and we'll each have ten minutes to make whatever use we think best of each girl. However you want to have her, do it-but again, in the interests of helping them learn, I'd caution against anything too wild. There will be plenty of time to explore advanced sexual stuff later-let's make sure they enjoy today, and are actually looking forward to exploring the tougher stuff down the road.

'Once again, when the timer goes off the girls will rotate to the next father, and your daughter will pass through in the fifth rotation.

'The goal is to refrain from orgasm until you've made it through all four girls. After we complete this phase, we'll start the Ejaculation portion.

'We'll be about an hour-and-a-half in at this point, and you'll probably be quite on edge by then. You'll now get to choose which girl you want to finish with, and how you'd like to give her your semen. You may certainly team up with another father and share a girl, if that's agreeable to both men. You may fuck her in whatever manner and for however long you need to finish, and you can ejaculate wherever you think is most educationally valuable for the girl you feel has earned your cum.'

As Martin had described the plan for the day, I noticed Jennifer's gaze had traveled around the room, lingering on each of the other men as they listened, holding their daughters close. She took in every detail of their faces, their mannerisms, and their bodies with the new knowledge that each one was going to take his turn with her, and her eyes shone as she leaned down and whispered in my ear, 'Oh my gosh, daddy, I'm so wet. This is going to be so fun!'

I smiled and kissed her. 'I'm glad you're looking forward to this, sweetheart. I am too.'

'Afterwards, we'll go outside for the final portion of our official party agenda, Relaxation, and enjoy the sun and the pool and you all can hang out as long as you like this afternoon,' Martin continued, 'there's plenty to drink, I'll grill some steaks later, and as soon as we recover from this first session we can continue availing ourselves of the girls as often as we feel so inclined.'

He was interrupted by a disappointed Abigail, who blurted out, 'Oh man, I didn't bring a swimsu...ohhhh,' before blushing furiously as she realized no one would be wearing any swimsuits, least of all her.

We laughed, and I playfully shoved Jennifer off my lap as Martin took Elizabeth by the hand and had her stand up, and invited the other girls to join her at the fireplace and undress.

Jennifer, Kristen and Layla made their way to the front of the room, disrobing as they went, while Martin instructed his granddaughter to hold her hair up so he could untie her bikini top.

She giggled as she complied, her big eyes behind her glasses looking coyly at the ceiling as her grandfather slipped her breasts free. It was obvious the bubbly little blond shared a close and special bond with her jolly grandfather; it was beautiful to see the trust between them, and how much the girl loved his attention and his touch.

She was incredibly cute; short, quite curvy, with heavy breasts that hung a bit low and a soft smoothness to her belly and hips that made her seem very cuddly. Her nipples were surprisingly large, and quite lightly colored; and her curly blond hair was worn pulled to one side, a bright streak of pink slicing through it.

Pulling her bottoms down over her butt, Martin bent to help her step out of them. Elizabeth steadied herself with a hand on his head, and he snuck a quick kiss to the side of her breast as it swung with her movements.

I was beside myself to see that not only was her full, blond bush the same color as her hair, it even had a matching pink streak. I guessed she was a nerdy type-probably played a lot of role-playing fantasy games, read comic books, and loved science fiction. I couldn't wait to explore her tantalizing patch of fur and find out what delicious treasures were hidden inside.

As Martin gathered up his granddaughter's bikini and set it on the fireplace ledge, he kissed her forehead with a smile and a squeeze of her butt before taking his seat, and I turned my attention to Kristen.

She was gorgeous, there was no doubt of that. High cheekbones, blue eyes, and a long, lean body that belonged in a magazine. Or that belonged, for that matter, right here, ready to fulfill its purpose and be enjoyed as it was meant to be. She stood very straight, with a strong set to her jaw even when she smiled-probably part of growing up in a military family. Often a girl of her length and leanness would be nearly flat-chested, but she had been blessed with small yet fully-formed breasts that hung with a tangible weight in spite of their lack of size; one might have described them as 'pouting'.