How to Train Your Daughter Ch. 15

At last she was free, and a giant grin and gasp of air greeted us as she sat up and exclaimed light-headedly that she was getting a crazy rush, her makeup a mess and her lovely face flushed, and Martin pulled her to him and kissed her for being such a good girl.

Her abilities set her apart even at a high-end cock spa like Castellano's, and Levi and I congratulated Maddy on her impressive performance, our full erections from simply watching her in her duties a truer testament of our admiration for what we had just witnessed than any words could ever hope to convey.

Tricia praised her and encouraged the other girls to pay close attention and learn what they could from her, remarking that Maddy exemplified the extraordinary combination of skill, beauty, toughness, and grace that marked an elite girl, and which merited her a berth in the Masters section, and I cast my eyes once more over the three remaining girls Tricia had brought for my consideration.

While the other two were perfectly attractive, of course, and I could pretend to be weighing my options as a courtesy, the fact was I'd known the moment the girls had emerged onto the pool deck that the curvy, sparkling brunette treasure at the end of the little pack was the only girl for me, and I was just relieved that Levi hadn't swiped her.

Working at a cock spa was considered a perfectly appropriate job for girls who had celebrated their Festivals; for those who genuinely loved the sexual training they were already subject to, it was a positive and supportive environment which could obviously only enhance their educational progress, and their parents enjoyed peace of mind knowing that when their precious girls were at work they weren't falling in with the wrong crowd or getting into boy troubles, but were safe in the hands of eligible men who were sworn to care for them and guide them in all things, and who knew how to enjoy their young daughters' bodies appropriately and safely.

The good pay, flexible hours, and the fact that no actual sex was involved in the baths meant that many girls got their first part-time jobs as shower girls while still in high school--from their mannerisms and how they touched our bodies, I suspected Caitlin and Miranda were in this category--and they often continued while studying at university for the same reasons.

Upon beginning their apprenticeships in the baths, shower girls were absorbed in an unrivaled, intensive hands-on study of the male anatomy, honing to a high level ancient and arcane feminine arts involving properly handling, inspecting, bathing, and sexually stimulating eligible men, and cultivating an ever-deeper and more meaningful bond with the object of their devotion and their purpose for existence, the male sex organ.

After a few years of hard work and dedicated training, they might move up to become pool girls, or attendants--paragons of highly-trained, sexually virtuosic girlhood.

The elite level of skill required to thoroughly care for the male member (not to mention the entire well-being and satisfaction of the client to whom it belonged) in a professional setting meant that most pool girls were in their mid-twenties, and working in a cock spa offered excellent opportunities to build valuable social connections that could help a girl's future career prospects, or introductions to desirable young men who may wish to consider her for marriage, especially if she were skilled and beautiful enough to earn a berth in the Masters area.

The brunette appeared to be considerably younger than the rest of her cohort around us in the pool, rivaling even Caitlin and Miranda in the baths; but despite the fact that, if only from a mathematical perspective, she couldn't help but be far less experienced as an attendant than Kham Chai and the other two older girls Tricia had supplied for my consideration, I found I was more than willing to accept the risk of a sub-par treatment if it meant I would get to spend the afternoon close to this bashfully smiling naked creature.

For longer than I can remember, and with more fervency than I sometimes care to admit, I have been in love with curvy girls; I am forever bemused at the vehemence of desire and adoration that is unfailingly stirred in me by the mere sight of a pair of thick, short legs, a juicy bottom, and big hair--and the girl on the end was an apotheosis of the type.

Retiring and academic as a child in a conservative family, I grew up spending hours in the library alone gathering all the knowledge I could, and to be truthful, my only exposure for quite a long time to sex and the female body was confined to art history books; I still remember the day I learned, with deep and at first ambivalent astonishment, that the female genitalia consisted of far more than the chaste alabaster deltas of De Milo, Rubens, Titian, Durer, and Goya I'd nonetheless already spent several embarrassing years masturbating furiously to.

Happily, I overcame my initial reservations, but early impressions are lasting, and while discerning readers of this saga will no doubt have noticed that I am an eclectic enthusiast of the female form in all its manifestations, the bedrock and wellspring of my sexuality has remained forever the Old Masters.

The truest way I could describe the brunette pool girl was to say she was luxurious; she was quite short, appearing to come perhaps to the middle of my chest if we'd been standing next to each other, and she had extravagant curves in all the right places, and several bonus curves besides; and she stood patiently in front of me swaying her succulent self coquettishly and twisting her fingers impatiently behind her back with a playful sparkle in her eye as she gazed at my naked body and my healthily-proportioned cock, where it stretched its length across my abs and basked in the warm sun like a lazy cat, tempting her caresses.

If having a girl was good, having more of a girl could only be better, and she was generously blessed in every good place; the proportions of her wide hips, her lively belly, and her abundant bosoms were impossible for me to look away from in their exquisite fullness, and every inch of the girl beckoned my touch with its promise of lush pleasure.

Her thick, dark hair tumbled in lively waves down her back, shot through with golden highlights that echoed the glow of her smooth skin as the gifts of a life spent in the sun and the water; her broad, classically-sculpted features were a priceless example of her type, with strong, dark brows; round, high cheeks and long dimples that set her deep-set hazel eyes dancing behind a fetching pair of glasses; full, arched lips that paid homage to Sophia Loren in hinting at the girl's Italian bloodlines; and a brilliant, wide smile that flashed with her joy and ease in her naked body, welcoming my admiring gaze as I ate her up with my eyes.

Her breasts were magnificent, heavy and hanging slightly low due simply to their impressive size, but brilliantly full and beautifully formed; her areolas were large, but cleanly-defined and delightfully round for a girl as weightily blessed as she, and of a pleasingly darker pink than the rest of her body; and her nipples were delightfully thick and long, and strained pertly upward despite gravity's relentless attraction for her generous breasts.

There was no whisper of a gap between her thighs, and her legs closed deliciously against her juicy mound, forming a broad and irresistible V of her tender flesh that was covered in a fine coat of short, dark fuzz and split through only at the very bottom by an innocent little slit; her soft tummy formed an adorable little pooch below her precious navel, and traced an exquisite catenary curve of fertile beauty above her luscious vulva as it traversed her wide hips and joined at each side with her thick thighs.

It was as if every part of her body was packed to bursting with pleasure, and she filled my eyes with goodness; tearing my gaze from her momentarily, I glanced at Tricia.

'May I have this one, please?'

'Of course, Mr. Stevenson,' she answered, shooting a disapproving look at the brunette as the young pool girl momentarily forgot herself, giving a little fist pump of triumph and silently mouthing, 'Yes!' to herself, before catching Tricia's eye and quickly standing at attention again.

Tricia led the naked girl to me and gave me her hand.

'This is Parker, Mr. Stevenson. I hope you enjoy your time here today, and please just ask if you need anything at all,' she said, before turning her incredible backside around and returning to the lobby.

I drew Parker to me, and she bent to kiss me in greeting as Chai had Levi, her breasts swaying slowly as she came close to me.

'Miss Parker, dear girl, you are so beautiful,' I whispered to her as I took her face in my hand and kissed her, my cock surging with a low, rumbling thrum of blood as I tasted her lips and breathed her cocoa butter aura.

'Thank you, Mr. Stevenson,' she replied. 'I'll be serving you today, and I promise to do my very best to help you feel good, sir.'

Her hand slowly trailed down my broad chest and over my abs until her fingers encountered my knob, which was slick and dripping with precum, and she toyed delicately with the slippery fluid as she teased it about my fleshy glans and I groaned in unbelieving pleasure. 'I hope it's not too forward to say I was really hoping you would pick me. Your penis is...um..really, really nice, sir, and I can't wait to take good care of it.'

She climbed up on her knees next to me on the lounge, scootching a little as she settled onto her sleek haunches and sat back on her heels, her perfect round toes peeking out from beneath the gloriously heavy curves of her bottom, and she kissed her way down my torso until she reached my cock, which she took in both her hands and quietly held for a couple moments, almost like ritual, or as if she were attuning herself to my penis, sensing its needs and wants, and feeling my growing need for her service as my pulse pounded hotly between her delicate hands.

'Dear girl, I'm so happy I get to have you work on me today,' I said with a smile, 'and I'm glad you like my penis. I think he likes you, too. He's already looking and feeling better.'

Parker giggled and began carefully inspecting my cock, turning it about in the sunlight, weighing my balls in her hands, gently palpating the spongy flesh of my shaft, all the while watching my eyes closely as she checked for signs of injury or pain.

'I will need to ask you some questions now in order to make sure I can treat you successfully, Mr. Stevenson,' she said in a careful and slightly recitative professional manner that hinted at her relative newness to her job, but which I was happy to overlook as long as I could continue gazing at her splendid little body as I listened to her low, melodic croon that seemed to emanate from deep inside her like a gently burbling brook, and which called to my libido with its siren song of ancient pleasure.

'Of course, Miss Parker, you may ask me anything you need to.'

'Thank you, sir. Now, are you experiencing any pain or discomfort today, or has your penis been injured recently?'

I shook my head gratefully.

'No, thank goodness. I'm feeling a bit sore and tired, but nothing too significant.'

'I'm glad to hear that, sir,' she said, nodding earnestly at me through her glasses as her soft hand slipped beneath my scrotum and investigated the root of my cock, assessing the thickness and strength of the corded structural muscles that anchored my penis to my body.

Her touch felt extremely good there, and my erection suddenly flexed involuntarily where it was clasped in her other hand as my genitals began responding positively to her excellent technique, and she raised her eyebrows in a bit of pleased self-satisfaction at the success of her efforts to make friends with my penis, taking mental notes as she explored and learned how best to care for my cock.

'And how many lessons do you usually teach girls on average during the week, Mr. Stevenson?'

'Usually around five or six, I'd say,' I replied thoughtfully, 'But this week was unusually busy, and I'm feeling it today.'

'I understand, Mr. Stevenson,' Parker nodded. 'I know it takes a lot of work to train us girls, and you obviously take your responsibilities seriously--thank you for that. I'm sorry your penis has had to work so hard this week, but I promise I'll do everything I can to make it feel amazing by the end of our session. Can you tell me a little more about what made this week more strenuous than usual?'

I considered for a moment before answering; it was essential to be truthful and honest with one's attendant in order to assist her in providing the best treatment possible, and I realized I needed to tell the conscientious young girl everything.

'Well, it started last weekend when I helped a friend celebrate a girl's birthday, and she was so sweet and trusting and beautiful, and he and I ended up fucking her together all evening, at times quite hard.' I said, thinking back to my delightful day with Emily as I ran my fingers through Parker's rich waves where they tumbled down her back, causing goosebumps to scatter across her freckled shoulders and arms as she carefully spread my urethra and peered inside to check Caitlin's work.

'I came inside her three times, really hard,' I continued, 'And I felt sore immediately afterward, but I still trained my usual lessons the rest of the week--oh, but also I started teaching my girls some things at home, and on Thursday night I ended up having sex with my eldest daughter twice, and I came so hard both times that I thought I would pass out, so yeah--I guess it's been a pretty intense few days for my little buddy there.'

I was fully hard in Parker's hands now as I reminisced on my remarkable week, and the beautiful girl cradled my erection reverently and admired it for a few moments.

I am not enormous by any measure, but my workmanlike length is more than sufficient to plumb girls' bodies to depths they usually aren't accustomed to having penetrated; my cock's chief asset, if it has one, is its surprising girth and rather classical proportions, with a sculpted glans that many girls seem to find irresistible.

'Well, Mr. Stevenson, your penis is extremely...good looking...I mean, it's a...beautiful penis, sir. All of those girls are fortunate that you chose to train them with it, and your daughters are so lucky to have a daddy with such a strong, yummy penis. Go ahead and lie back now and relax, and I'll take good care of you.'

I glanced over and saw Kham Chai and Maddy in similar positions next to Levi and Martin as the girls began their duties by slowly, sensually massaging our cocks with a light, fragrant oil they retrieved with their fingertips from small wooden bowls set on side tables next to our lounges.

The girls were painstaking, beginning beneath the bases of our penises and gradually working their way to the tips in gentle, rhythmic strokes, warming our testicles in their palms and expertly kneading them with the softest of touches; the sensation was incredible as Parker used her thumbs to rub gently along either side of my prominent urethra along the entire length of my shaft, and I felt the tension leaving my body and my relaxed penis filling to bursting in her hands.

From where he was watching approvingly as Maddy did much the same on his penis, tugging and massaging his glans in order to stimulate it to swell as full and purple in her fingers as she could, Martin laughed at Levi's look of awe and pleasure as Kham Chai expertly used whispering soft, sweeping strokes of her graceful hands to revitalize his shaft and draw out his tension.

'How are you enjoying your first cock therapy so far, Levi?' he asked.

Levi looked up, his expression slightly strained.

'Oh my god. She's so beautiful--this feels so good--I don't know how much longer I can hold on...'

Martin and I laughed.

'Well, that's why it's better to come here with friends,' Martin said understandingly, amusement in his voice. 'Conversation can help take your mind off of the wonderful, horrible things Kham Chai is doing to your cock right now. Tell us, how have you been settling in since moving to Stonewall?'

'Oh my gosh, it's been incredible every day,' Levi said, dragging his gaze from Kham Chai's beautiful form to clear his head. 'It's like all the things I always secretly thought society should be, but never dared to tell anyone else about, let alone imagine it could be real--but you guys have actually done it, and everything is so beautiful and honest and...and right, somehow.

'Honestly, I still can't get over how unbelievably comfortable all the girls here are with their bodies, and how free and natural they are even when naked in front of men they've never met--it's so inspiring and heartwarming.'

Martin nodded.

'That's what makes the Festival so special--it was always about freeing girls from the repressive, artificial standards of morality and purity that they were held under for so long, and allowing them to simply blossom forth as nature intended, completely free in their instincts and needs as newly-sexual female humans.

'All girls naturally want to be admired and adored for every part of their bodies, since that is how they attract males to breed them in the wild,' he continued, reaching out and gently brushing Maddy's cheek with his hand as she slicked his gleaming cock with a healthy coat of oil in her deft hands, 'And forcing growing girls to cover and hide parts of their anatomies--the most special and important parts, and at the most critical time in their development--can only traumatize and harm them, when what they need most is to be free to share their bodies and to generously fulfill their purpose as breeding partners, under the guidance and care of experienced eligible men, of course.'

Levi eagerly agreed.

'That's been one of the best things since moving here--realizing that I have so many good, trustworthy men like you two fellows to teach and train Abigail has been a game changer. I didn't understand how special this whole thing was until the father-daughter party; watching you guys and the other fathers handle my little girl with such kindness and patience, but without skimping on her education and discipline, was really inspiring, and I'm so glad I got to witness her first lessons here.'

I was touched by his words, and told him I was honored to be one of Abigail's first trainers in her new home.

'How has she been doing?' I asked. 'She seemed quite a bit more confident and sure of herself at church this morning.'

Levi answered only in a groan of pleasure as Kham Chai and the other girls, having wiped away the excess oil from our cocks, moved on to the oral massage portion of the treatment, and all three of us took a moment to savor the incomparable sensations as the girls used every muscle of their mouths and throats to virtuosically please even the deepest tissues of our penises and scrotums, while bathing our aching erections liberally with their warm, sweet saliva.

Kham Chai and Maddy had remained kneeling beside their clients as they began their oral work, but Parker opted for a change of position, asking me to spread my legs apart and clambering between them to face me; as she lifted her juicy thigh over mine, I was thrilled to see her succulent pussy lips split wondrously for an instant, flashing a brilliant pink signal of pleasure straight to my limbic system before she hid her secret bits from me again, settling comfortably down to her knees and elbows with my cock between her lips and her incredible backside rising gloriously behind her, and she smiled with her eyes at me as she nursed deeply on my shaft. I smiled back, and silently mouthed the words, 'You're beautiful...'