How to Train Your Daughter Ch. 09d

We all basked in the afterglow for a bit, sharing observations about what the girls' strong points were and what areas they could work on. Martin turned on some music and announced that the pool was open and it was time to commence the final portion of the party, Recreation.

The sun was warm and the pool was perfect, and everyone made their way outside looking forward to a relaxing afternoon; Martin's big yard was a great place to hang out, and the laughing girls all jumped in the water immediately to rinse the sweat and cum from their bodies. Before joining them, I stepped into Martin's guest room to call my wife and let her know how Jennifer had done. She was pleased, though not surprised, to hear that her daughter had comported herself admirably and was one of the stars of the afternoon.

I emerged a few minutes later to find Layla in the kitchen getting a lemonade from the cooler on the counter. Her bare skin glowed in the sunlight, and I was reminded by my rapidly growing erection that I had unfinished business with her yummy body.

'Am I glad to find you in here, beautiful,' I said, kissing her shoulder and letting my cock nestle between her perfect butt cheeks. She smelled so good. 'We didn't get to finish our training session the way I'd planned.'

She turned to face me with a smile, pressing her sleek, naked body against mine.

'I know, Mr. Stevenson,' she said, a hand on my chest, 'and if you cum in me, I'll have enough points to earn one of the gift cards.'

'Well, we'll see what happens, I guess. Got your lemonade?' I laughed, taking her by the hand and leading her outside. 'Come with me, sweet thing.'

Over on the far side of the pool, Martin was stretched out on a blanket in the grass being ridden by Kristen. The leggy blond held her breasts and threw her head back as she grinded her soft, smooth pussy against Martin's rough equipment, and we emerged from the house just in time to see him pull her hips against him and orgasm again with a hearty laugh, every cell in his body exalting in the innocent, wholesome joy of releasing his sperm into the young girl.

Exhausted by her own pleasure, Kristen collapsed onto Martin, his cock still inside her, and she lay peacefully across the old man's big hairy belly, her head on his chest and her fingers kneading through his beard like a purring kitten as he gently stroked his hands along her sides and back, and through her golden hair. He kissed the top of her head sweetly, and I watched several thick drips of his semen start to run down his shaft and into his coarse gray pubic hair as he began to soften within the tight, warm grasp of Kristen's full pussy.

It was a strange sight-the lithe, delicate blonde girl snuggled sweetly against the big, fat old man-but it was endearing to watch them peacefully doze together in the warm sunshine after she had successfully completed her training session by extracting his semen. There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of a young girl, who had worked so hard to impress her trainer, relax and bask in the praise and affection (not to mention the messy vagina) she had earned for being a good girl during her lesson.

She seemed as enamored of Martin as Elizabeth was of Dave and Curt; she was doubtless intoxicated by the jubilant, fun-loving, playful attitude of our host as a contrast to her own strict, serious upbringing, and she couldn't say no to the twinkle in his eye or his jolly manner.

Levi lay in a deck lounge with a bottle of beer by the pool's edge, and Jennifer was kneeling beside him practicing her blowjob skills. I drew Layla down into the pool with me near them, and had her stand on one of the steps and bend over, resting on her elbows on the pool deck. She was positioned so the water level came to just below her pussy, and of course the view was spectacular; her brown haunches bedazzled by water droplets, her dark hair pulled into a thick ponytail, the musculature of her back dappling in the sun.

'Hey guys,' I greeted Levi and Jennifer with a grin as I took hold of Layla's hips and pressed my cock home, 'how are things going over here?'

I didn't fuck her; I simply eased myself into her to the root and stayed there, savoring the deep, leisurely pleasure of parking my erection in the tight confines of her young vagina while I chatted with Levi in the warm sun.

'Stay here, Layla, and drink your lemonade,' I instructed her. 'There are endless kinds of pleasure to be had with a girl's body; the fact is, one of my favorite things is simply going very slow and savoring the simple joy of being inside such a lovely creature. I'm just going to enjoy hanging out and relaxing inside your cunnie for a while, so just make yourself comfortable until I'm ready to fuck you some more. That's it...sweetheart, you're such a good girl.'

Any tiny movement caused the water to burble between us onto my balls and her pussy in a refreshing caress, and by keeping very still I could enjoy the myriad little movements and contractions of her internal muscles that took place along the entire length of my cock in response to my touch, the water, or the breeze. She even gave me an adorable squeeze and flutter when she took a drink of her lemonade and found it colder than she expected; it was a profoundly beautiful thing to be so closely connected to this delicious female body, and to be able to feel so much that was happening deep inside it, invisible from the outside.

Levi had a comically delirious look on his face; it was going to take some time before he grasped the fact that none of this was a dream, but was in fact the beginning of the rest of his life. He watched in delight as Layla arched and let out a long, low, 'Oooohhhh...' as she took my penis into her, and he shook his head wonderingly as he took a sip of his beer, reaching behind Jennifer and running his fingers through her slick labia.

'You know, Robert,' he said, 'in my life I've often answered that question-truthfully, I've always thought-with, "couldn't be better." It's only in the last couple hours that I've realized how mistaken that reply has been every time I've used it before now. This is most definitely better than I have ever been. This is...amazing.'

I laughed, and Jennifer lifted her head to join me.

'Daddy, I asked Mr. Miller if I could, and he said yes! And I was right,' she giggled, taking a long lick all the way up the length of the shaft in her hand and kissing the head playfully, 'he has a real yummy penis.'

'Well, I'm glad that worked out for you, sweetheart,' I said with a chuckle, 'But don't take your mouth off of him until he says, okay? You know better than that.'

I reached my hands down into the water, placed my fingertips on the backs of Layla's knees, and slowly drew them up her hamstrings and over her butt, carrying water with them and watching the rivulets sparkle in the sun as they ran down the glorious curves of her gracefully sculpted haunches, and over her thick, pink labia as they wrapped tightly around my girth, as she shivered deliciously on me and goosebumps exploded across her body. Taking her glutes in my hands, I spread them apart so I could press another half an inch into her, and she gasped as I claimed some more yet-untouched territory at her deepest reaches.

She was still so new; so few men had had her until today, and from what I could tell her sessions had mostly involved some fairly basic fucking and then climax. I could see she was completely unfamiliar with being just a cock sheath; she was struggling to maintain her presence of mind as she was forced to keep still and be completely present to my erection as it burrowed inescapably into her and lodged itself there. There was nowhere for her to go, no way for her to get relief through movement. She couldn't grind or bounce, and I wasn't thrusting-I was simply stretching her out, touching her in places she didn't know would make her even more aroused, and forcing her body to please mine by responding in ways that gave me pleasure.

She was rapidly slipping into semi-incoherence, and I pulled a fraction of an inch away from her, then began gently massaging her anus with my thumb where it sat in the center of her delightful deer tail, and slipped my other hand between her legs to rub her clit. She was growing extremely wet, and I was starting to think about how I planned to finish in her.

'I hope this is okay,' Levi said, 'I guess I'm still not totally clear on how this works. Jennifer asked if she could practice opening her throat-is this alright?'

'Oh, absolutely,' I assured him, 'Look, Levi, we believe it's vital that young girls be acculturated properly into their sexual roles, and they should be competent and confident in every way. So literally anything that you can think of that would be pleasant to do with a girl, you may take her aside and teach her.

'I want Jennifer to love cock; I want her to hunger for it, to appreciate the many variations that it comes in, and to be highly skilled at taking care of it. That's simply the healthy exercise of her biological purpose, and it should be something she takes pride and pleasure in. The fact is, she's been very phallically-oriented for as long as I can remember. I'm glad to have good guys like you to help guide and train her, so thank you. I can't imagine raising a daughter any other way.'

Levi nodded. 'It only makes sense. It just feels profoundly right. And...you're welcome, I guess,' he chuckled. 'Glad I can be of service.'

He had been caressing her cheek as she sucked him, but now he brushed Jennifer's hair from her face and took a firm grip on the back of her neck and on her head.

'Jennifer, honey, we're going to go deep for a little bit now,' he said gently, slowly pushing her down onto him, 'Open your throat for me...that's such a good girl. Relax...we're going to go another half an inch, okay sweetheart-you're doing really good...relax...stay there...no, I said stay on there. Breathe. That's a good girl. You're doing amazing. Now, can you massage my cock with the back of your tongue and throat? Oh my gosh, that feels amazing, honey...'

My daughter was at her limits, with nearly a full six inches in her, though she was still a good inch and a half or more away from being able to complete her task. Levi's penis was frankly probably above her paygrade, but she loved big ones and was determined to prove she had what it took to work with them, and she fought to maintain her composure as he patiently, meticulously stretched her esophagus to better accommodate his length. Jennifer began making tiny, muffled whimpers and gurgles as she battled her gag reflex, and Levi did a great job handling her.

'Jennifer, honey, when you can't take it anymore you may pull away, but I want you to only pull away as much as you need to recover-let's try to keep it to like an inch or so. I don't want you to come all the way off my cock. That a girl...oh my gosh, you're such a trooper. You were working SO hard. We'll do that again in a few minutes, okay? What a good girl...'

He finally let her up, and she surfaced grinning and a little dazed, her eyes watering and a stringy mass of her saliva suspended between her little tongue and the glistening head of his penis. As her daddy, it warmed my heart how eager a learner she was, and after Levi affectionately tousled her hair and kissed her playfully on the cheek she returned, without prompting, to doing what she loved.

'Good job, honey. You're getting really good at that,' I commended her, and she gave me a little full-mouthed smile while she happily nuzzled and sucked her new friend. I was always touched by how deeply happy she was anytime someone put their penis in her mouth; she was the very picture of contentment and peace as long as she was entrusted with the grown-up responsibility of caring for a cock.

We were joined by Abigail, who had just emerged from the house with a ginger ale. She walked up to Levi and was about to kiss him when she realized with a start what Jennifer was doing, and she froze for a moment and took in the sight of her father gently petting a naked girl who was happily serving his penis with her mouth. It was clear that as disorienting as this day had already been for the sweet girl, she'd been kept far too busy with her own training duties to pay much attention to what her father had been doing at the same time, so this was her first moment to absorb all the feelings and emotions that came with the breathtaking realization of what her life was truly going to be like from now on.

Despite the understandable inner conflict, Abigail was a dutiful girl, and she set her chin as she accepted what she saw and leaned over to kiss her dad, giving me a beautiful view of her backside and her sex as she did. Levi secured Jennifer's head to his belly and began firmly fucking her mouth, giving her a couple dozen strokes and testing her ability to keep her throat relaxed and maintain suction, as he kissed his daughter and asked where she'd been.

'I had to go to the bathroom,' she laughed, and looked shyly at me. 'Hi, Mr. Steveson,' she said, blushing slightly. I guessed she was thinking about her discipline earlier, and how hard she had orgasmed as I'd done my best to absolve her of her misbehavior. 'Can I hang out here with you guys?'

'Of course, sweet girl,' I welcomed her, 'come lie down here on the deck next to Layla and let me play with your kitty while I chat with your father.'

She complied with a giggle, stretching out next to Layla on her back in the sun and opening her legs for me.

'Jeez, Abigail,' I exclaimed as I reached out and ran my fingers through her thick, messy bush and played gently with her rich pink labia, 'you have such a beautiful pussy. It's gorgeous with all this cum all over it. You've been getting some good practice in today, haven't you?'

She jumped just a little as I tugged on her clitoris. I was sure she was sore; there was no way this little vagina was prepared to be used by four men in a day. Her opening contracted, and a rush of semen spilled out and ran down her perineum into her dark pubic hair. I carefully scooped it up with my fingers and brought it to her lips, instructing her to lick it up.

'Some of that is mine, dear girl,' I said as her pink tongue flicked obediently around my fingers, 'and some of that is probably from Martin's first shot or two before he pulled out of you and tried to stop himself. Good girl, get it all.'

'So, I'm still not super clear on how this works in everyday life,' Levi said, watching with rapt attention as I fed his daughter mine and his friend's semen. 'How do I pick the girls I want to train?'

'Oh, that's easy,' I said, inserting two fingers into Abigail and running them slowly in and out of her with a light pressure of my fingertips against the front wall of her vagina, while I gently rubbed her sore clit with my thumb. At the same time I began slowly fucking Layla, only about an inch of movement either way. She groaned and growled as fresh sensations were introduced to her insides.

'There's an app. I'll show you later,' I continued, 'This week you and Abigail will go to the city offices and get registered. She'll get a green ID card that indicates she's available for training, and she'll get entered into the training database. They'll do a complete physical, take down all her important data, and take some file photos of her, and they'll give her a copy of her official legal obligations as a new trainee.

'You'll get a copy of your legal rights as an eligible male, and get set up on the app, which is connected to the database that lists all eligible girls. It's pretty simple; you can search by your area, or the type of girl you want to train-age, hair and skin color, size, measurements, and so on-or by reviews. When you check out a girl's profile, it's usually going to have a little blurb about her, pictures and videos that she's uploaded and that various trainers have taken of her and uploaded, and reviews by trainers outlining what she is like to work with, what she's good at, and what she should practice more.

'You select a girl that is available to be trained-most girls are allowed to limit their sessions to two per day; the lowest-scoring girls from any Festival can only limit theirs to four. Then you decide where you want to train her. You can take her to your home or a hotel, or you can train her where you find her sometimes; parks downtown during the lunch hour are usually full of guys engaging members of the female office staff for some mid-day refreshment.

'Probably the easiest thing for you as you start out is to just stick with the basics at first, and reserve a girl at her house. If she's visible on the app, that means her father has approved her for training at home, so you'll just go over there at the time you select, she'll take you up to her room, and you can do what you want from there.'

Layla had turned her head and was watching me, waiting patiently for a moment to speak. 'Mr. Stevenson,' she said politely, 'I need to go inside for a minute. I'll be right back though.'

'What do you need, Layla?' I asked.

She considered her answer. 'I...um...need to use the bathroom,' she said.

I nodded. 'Okay,' I said, 'do you need to do one or two?'

This was not the direction Layla expected this conversation to go, but I maintained a calm, reasonable tone and kept slowly fucking her. She said she only needed to do Number One.

'That's fine, Layla,' I said, 'you don't need to leave to do that. Just go ahead and do it right here like this.'

She whipped her head around and gave me a look of disbelief, combined with a little shock that she'd just heard those instructions.

'Mr. Stevenson, right here? In front of everyone?'

'Yes, dear girl,' I laughed. I'm sure that Martin won't mind. Martin,' I called out to where he was still lying beneath Kristen, laughing and chatting quietly with her, 'Layla needs to pee. Is it okay if she does it in your pool?'

He grinned at the question and gave me a thumbs-up. 'Of course, Robert! Nothing wrong with a little girl pee.'

I was extremely hard now, and gave Layla a few harder thrusts to help me work off some steam; I knew how I wanted to cum now.

Layla rolled her eyes, but she knew better than to argue. She began to stand up and pull away so she could pee, and I grabbed her and hauled her back onto my cock.

'No, Layla,' I said calmly, 'I want you to pee right here.'

She shot me another incredulous look.

'You mean-with you...inside me?'

I nodded and smiled.

'Yes, honey,' I said. 'It's fine that you need to pee, but that's no reason that I should have to stop enjoying your lovely pussy. I'm going to continue fucking you, because that's what I want to do, and if you need to pee, you can just let it go right here so I don't need to be interrupted in my little enterprise. I'm getting closer to wanting to ejaculate, which is the most important thing.'

Layla fell silent for a few minutes as she considered my instructions. She was so tight, and I was greatly enjoying feeling the head of my penis hitting her cervix as I started driving a bit harder into her, pushing her up against the side of the pool as I savored the splashes of the pool water synchronizing with my thrusts. She'd used a white scrunchy to make a loose bun when she'd entered the water, and I carefully pulled it free and arranged her rich auburn hair down the center of her back, taking it all in a thick handful at her neck as I prepared for my orgasm.

'I...I...I can't do it, Mr. Stevenson,' she said with frustration. 'I can't go like this. It's too embarrassing.'

I told her that she should not say she couldn't, but should instead ask what she needed to do to be able to, and I slowed to a stop and pulled about a quarter of the way out of her. I was on a hair trigger now; she felt so good on my cock, especially as she struggled to control her bladder muscles in such a unique situation.