How to Train Your Daughter Ch. 15

The scent of her fragrant hair drove me wild, and my touch explored every inch of her tingling skin as I luxuriated my cock deep within her trembling body, telling her she was beautiful and that she was doing such a good job letting me enjoy her; I knew this was still a bit painful for her, I whispered in her ear, but I assured her that her sweet vagina felt so amazing on my penis right now, and so I was going to hold her tight like this and fuck her slowly for a bit longer, and she needed to just relax and let me enjoy her for a little while more.

She nodded her head beneath my hand against my chest, but as I pressed back into her to the final hilt, her entire body suddenly froze, and she cried in pain, and I felt one of the most delightful sensations of my life as the young girl's inexperienced vaginal muscles went into spasm, locking involuntarily around my cock and refusing to release.

I'd heard of this phenomenon, but couldn't believe my luck to be enjoying it myself, and with such a delightful creature, no less. Newly-deflowered girls usually experienced a torrent of often conflicting emotions and impulses while being trained, from pleasure and pain to excitement, accomplishment, and shame and fear, and the delicate, nerve-rich tissues of their genitals had never in their short time on earth been even touched, and so could be understandably ambivalent in their responses to the rough stretching and pounding they were exposed to from day one of their training careers; and at times, particularly if being penetrated by a relatively large penis, a girl's body might short-circuit and simply adhere, with all its youthful strength, to the phallus inside it, preventing it from withdrawing.

Parker exhibited all the classic signs, as she whimpered, 'Ow...ohhh...Mr. Stevenson...oh my gosh, it's so tight it hurts, sir...ohhhhh...' and reared futilely against my secure grasp; her hips attempted to buck as her cunny muscles clenched ever tighter, and she found that it was more difficult than she'd expected to free her vagina from my unapologetic visit--her walls had conformed precisely to every ripple and bump and sinew of my shaft, and had even locked themselves with a suction-like grip around my bulbous glans, and we were truly become one flesh.

It was as if we were knotted together, my heavy girth locked deep within the young girl's fertile vagina as it desperately sought to extract my sperm, and when I moved inside her, I didn't slide within her warm canal, but rather my shaft remained glued to her delicious interior, and I found I would withdraw an inch or even two and I would simply pull her entire vagina out along with me, and could push deep inside her the same way, a sensation the girl seemed to find profoundly and overwhelmingly intimate.

It felt amazing, of course, and I took my time savoring the sensation of her eager body's mating reflexes, but it was clear her condition was pushing her limits on the pain to pleasure ratio, and I encouraged her to breath deeply and think about how good this felt for me, in order to help her relax.

'Come here, sweet girl,' I whispered, raising her chin and smiling into her shining eyes, 'come give me some soft kisses to help your cunny calm down.'

She pressed her rose-petal lips against mine, innocently breathing me in and sucking gently on my lip as she closed her eyes, rocked her hips slowly and hummed quietly, and I ate her up, nearly blacking out as I pulled her face close and returned her affection, overcome with her beauty and scent, and the incredible feeling of her vagina slowly relaxing and freeing the splendid young girl from her painful coital bond.

Gradually her whimpers of pain turned to a purr of pleasure as her body opened up to me and she began to experience the true joy of riding the largest and most challenging penis she'd yet encountered, and she smiled at me with a naughty twinkle in her eye as she regained her self-possession and assured me she was ready to begin my treatment.

I lay back and relaxed deeply as Parker assiduously used her entire vagina to thoroughly work her copious juices into every nook and cranny of my shaft, her muscles slowly squeezing me rhythmically as she did her job.

'Remember to use your cervix to rub your fluids all around the head of Mr. Stevenson's penis, honey,' Frank reminded his granddaughter, and Parker nodded obediently and ground down onto me, her shining eyes betraying the intensity of the sensation tearing through her tender insides, ensuring like the good girl she was that I could feel the textured surface of her most deeply hidden, intimate entrance to her womb massaging my swollen, sensitive glans and teasing me with its intimate, receptive whispers of welcome.

I took her spectacular breasts in my hands, reveling in their massive heft and soft weight in my palms and guiding her to bring them to my lips, and the beautiful young creature willingly offered her thick, juicy nipples to me; they were highly erect, and I felt my cock surging harder and more urgently within the sacred depths of the girl's body as I played my tongue about her nipples' stiff, wrinkled surface and suckled them hungrily in my mouth.

'Oh my gosh, you're being such a good girl,' I growled quietly, feeling my rising arousal as it threatened to run away with me and force an orgasm before I was ready. 'Geez, Frank, these are spectacular. Have you thought about training her to lactate? She'd make an incredible milker.'

Among the exotic and outré developments since the institution of the Festival in addition to cock spas, milk bars had been one of the earliest innovations, and many a pleasant evening could be spent at such establishments by reserving a choice, lactating young girl and enjoying her in whatever ways one desired while happily nursing from her full breasts in the company of friends.

While there was little point in being picky when it came to the pleasure of drinking sweet milk from a girl's breasts while having intercourse with her, Parker certainly had the look and the equipment to be a star, and her young age would ensure she would be in high demand if she could be taught to lactate without getting pregnant.

Lactation training was a rapidly growing art and hobby, and the significant advantage that the ability to lactate gave a girl in her Festival judging meant that more and more fathers were undertaking the delicate process with their own daughters before their big day, as a strategy for winning.

Nowadays most men trained their girls by securing them, naked, to a work surface and showing them videos of cute babies nursing while massaging their breasts and nipples and stimulating their daughters' genitals with vibrators or other equipment over the course of several days or weeks; as a girl began to associate orgasms with watching breasts being used for their most utilitarian purpose, she would begin to secrete her own milk from her mammary ducts in response to sexual stimulation, despite never having been impregnated.

Despite the improvements of technology, the practice had remained little changed from colonial times, when the earliest accounts of lactation training dated from; Englishman John Trelawney, traveling the American colonies, had stayed for a while with a distant relative, a Massachusetts farmer, and had furnished us with his observations of the process, which formed the basis for most lactation training today.

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(Excerpt from the diary of John Trelawney, Esq., dated May 13th, 1765)

"The New England farmer is known for his tenacity and innovation, and hath learned better than any English cousin how to wrest suftenance and abundance from the landscape.

"Some years there are too many offspring, whether goats or sheep or herding dogs or even his own children, and milk will be in short supply; the hardy farmer, however, knows how to tap a new source of maternal suftenance for his creatures: his own daughters.

"Such a need became apparent during my sojourn on the farm of Jeremiah Hamilton, and I was greatly astonished and amazed by the old farmer's solution for feeding his flock.

"Summoning one of his daughters, Martha, to the barn, and inviting me to observe his work, he did undress the young girl to the point of nudity, and did hang her by her wrists with leather harness straps from the door sill of the stables with such a tightness that she could not escape, ensuring she could clearly see the newborn tiny piglets, which she did love, as they rooted and snuffled about their mother's tits in their hunger.

"Then did the farmer place a milking stool before his daughter, who had not yet seen three-quarters of a score of summers, and who had yet to be entered by a man, and, inftructing the naked girl to keep her eyes on the piglets, Jeremiah did begin caressing and squeezing his daughter's small dugs, sucking as noisily and contentedly as a pup on her young nipples as continuously he did rub and fondle her genitals.

"This he did for half an hour, twice each day, until the sweet girl hung nearly senseless in her bonds from the touches of her father and the innocent ecstasies her young body was being forced to undergo; I was given the opportunity to try my hand several times, and can confirm that it is a most pleasant of the tasks I saw a farmer must perform, and I shall always remember with joy the fetching little dance of nerves and the plaintive whimpers of sexual response little Miss Martha demonstrated as I fingered her vagina and squeezed and pressed her soft young teats just as her father directed.

"After a week of such sessions, Jeremiah was pleased to show me that Martha's flow had been successfully cajoled, and sweet, nutritious milk now fairly streamed from her nipples in such a volume that they leaked and dripped nearly continuously, simply in response to his touch to her breeding entrance; and even a gentle squeeze of her modest young udders would send arcing streams of her precious fluid shooting from them, and he and I spent some time pleasantly milking his daughter's full, swollen teats where she hung in her bonds, and enjoying the delicate flavor of her nectar, as she cried and mewled most delightfully under our touch and our tongues as we harvefted the nutritious treasure from her fertile young body and filled several earthen vessels with her abundance.

"I am told that during the spring lambing season, when much milk is needed, ten or fifteen farmers will gather with their daughters for a milking festival, and will work together, combining their efforts to strip the girls' clothes from their bodies, bind the young things securely to the rafters of a barn in a row, and help stimulate each girl to lactation by whatever means and expertise each man can supply.

"The urine of young girls also being known as an excellent agent in tanning rabbit hides and dyeing cloth, brass pots are often arranged between the legs of the bound females, and the farmers spend the day pleasantly conversing among themselves and discussing the conformation and healthy bloodlines of the village daughters as they harvest the splendid fillies' valuable golden micturations, as well as their lactations.

"It could only benefit England if such pragmatic solutions could be introduced there; I have truly seen many a bounteously-endowed farmer's daughter in Norfolk who, properly trained, could furnish greatly needed suftenance to her family, and great pleafure to her laboring and faithful father..."

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'Oh my goodness, sweet girl, that feels so amazing...' I murmured in awe as Parker carefully gyrated her hips, groaning in pleasure as she made sure to try different angles to better coat my penis with her juices. 'Is there anything I can do to make you more wet, cutie? I'm really enjoying feeling your cream on my cock...'

Parker seemed momentarily confused, and glanced at Frank, who chuckled and smiled at his granddaughter as she rode me like a good girl.

'Remember last week, when I did your new-hire orientation, sweety?' He reminded her. 'Remember how I did all those experiments on your body to learn how it responds to different things? What did we learn about making your vagina get really wet? This is exactly the reason I needed to do all the tests on you.'

Parker's eyes lit up at the memory, and at the realization that her grandfather's thorough examination of her naked body and assessment of her skills before letting her work on the pool deck were all for very good reasons, and she giggled a little shyly as she answered me.

'Yes, Mr. Stevenson...um...I get really wet if...if you touch my...my butthole, sir.'

Frank cleared his throat in correction; young girls often needed reminding to use the proper terms for even their most intimate and personal body parts when discussing them with eligible men, and Parker quickly caught herself, turning a lovely shade of pink as she instructed me, in the most dispassionate way possible, precisely how I could use her most personal body parts for my pleasure.

'--I mean, my anus, Mr. Stevenson--I'll get really wet if you play with my anus while I hold your penis inside me, sir.'

'Oh, good girl,' I laughed, reaching my arms around her hips and sliding my hands deliciously under her bottom, reveling in her warm heat as I located her little star and began massaging it, and thrilling as I felt her vagina contract exquisitely on my penis and a fresh flow of her girl cum begin running slickly down my shaft as she closed her eyes and moaned, trying hard to focus only on her task and to ignore the mounting orgasmic yearning building in her young tummy.

I pressed my fingertip inside her rear hole, delighting in the tight squeeze she gave me, and I began gently moving my hips to meet her slow, grinding rhythm, taking advantage of her copious lubrications to press ever deeper into the girl's body.

Her eyes still closed, she began to gradually increase her tempo until she was fairly bouncing on me, her insistent whine of need rising as she began to forget herself and her job in the throes of her youthful arousal. Frank cocked an eyebrow, sensing his granddaughter was on the verge of losing control.

'Parker, honey,' he said quietly, his arms crossed as he watched her, 'Are you doing your work, or are you just making yourself feel good with Mr. Stevenson's nice penis?'

'Nooo...pappa...oh, pappa, I'm trying...oh, it feels so good though...oh pappa...' the young girl panted as she tried to regain control of her orgasm, but it was a losing battle, and even as she protested her innocence, she only bounced harder and more firmly on my cock, driving me deep inside her and tossing her mane as her glorious body tried to reach a badly-needed climax.

'SMACK!'

Frank's big hand came down in Parker's juicy bottom with a resounding crack that reverberated around the pool, and her stunned cry at the sharp sting caused all the other girls to raise their heads to see what had happened to their newest compatriot; she froze, her head momentarily cleared by her grandfather's curt discipline, and she looked at him with shock and repentance in her beautiful eyes.

'Dear girl, you must get hold of yourself if you're going to work as a pool girl,' Frank said sternly as I watched silently, amusing myself by flexing my penis deep inside Parker's motionless body and relishing the tormented look on her face as she fought to disregard my enjoyment of her vagina and listen to her grandfather. 'Your job is to take good care of our clients' penises, and you must not cum unless you're given specific permission. If I have to tell you again, I'll be forced to take you to the office and discipline you severely, exactly like I do the other girls when they misbehave, even though you're my granddaughter--now, can I trust you?'

The poor girl's eyes welled momentarily with tears of contrition; she glanced hopefully at me, begging me with her eyes to give my approval for just a little, tiny orgasm, but I simply raised my eyebrows and shook my head slightly with a smile, indicating that she should listen to her grandfather and continue doing her job.

She rolled her eyes in disappointment, but she couldn't stand the idea of being a bad girl or losing her chance to work as an attendant, and so she nodded eagerly to let her grandfather know she was ready to try again and do a good job this time, and she resumed slowly riding my cock, her face squinched into an adorable expression of tortured concentration as she fought the overwhelming sensations of my penis deep inside her, and the irresistible urge to allow herself release.

'I apologize, Robert,' Frank said, closely watching his granddaughter as she carefully gave my cock deep, full strokes within her vagina, squeezing me delightfully as she worked her juices into the silky skin of my erection. 'It's why I don't usually hire girls so soon after their Festival; it's just too intense an experience for the new ones.'

I laughed and told him it was fine, and I lay back and luxuriated in the wonderful experience of watching the beautiful creature labor on my cock, and I adored her glistening, heaving form and panting breaths as she worked, tracing the constellations of her freckles across her smooth shoulders and heavy breasts with my fingertips and thrilling at the ripple of goosebumps that spread across her body as her nipples crinkled tightly into hard, stiff, pink nubs and I good-naturedly made it even harder for her to concentrate on her duties without orgasming.

'Jesus, Frank,' I chuckled, my gaze lost in Parker's gorgeous hazel eyes as she pleaded with me to not make her cum without permission, and I felt my cock grow harder than ever in my life inside her, 'She's so beautiful. Did you get a training waiver for her when she started here, or is she still available for regular lessons when she's not working?'

Frank laughed and assured me that his granddaughter's sexual education was more important to him than her job, and that I was free to reserve her for private lessons anytime I liked.

'Excellent,' I said, and Levi and Martin, who'd been watching the mini-lesson I'd just put Parker through with envy, despite having their own pair of gorgeous girls attending to them, enthusiastically voiced their agreement. 'I'll definitely have to take her out and put her through her paces--she's doing an amazing job right now, and I need to enjoy this little treasure in quite a few more ways.'

Kham Chai and Maddy had also moved on to giving Levi and Martin their cunny-cream treatments, and all three girls were a wonderful sight to behold as they did their best to use every inch of their spectacular naked bodies to make our penises feel and look amazing.

'Alright, Miss Maddy,' Martin said a little hoarsely as he pulled her to him with a rough tug of his hairy knuckles to her nipples and kissed her, 'I need my special treat now, dear girl...I'm about ready to finish in you...'

His giant arms pulled the girl lightly off of his cock with a wet pop, and she squeaked as he rolled her onto the lounge on her tummy, holding her down with a heavy paw to the scruff of her neck, and mounting the soft backs of her thighs with his great hairy bulk.

Her glorious bubble butt was offered sweetly and defenselessly to him in this position, and he smacked and squeezed her captive bottom and spread her cheeks a little roughly in his ardor as he admired her tiny pink anus where it nestled between her perfect mounds of girl flesh just above her soppy, well-fucked vaginal hole; then he aimed his cock's purple head directly at the adorable creature's star, and pressed himself home with a groan of deep pleasure as she squeaked and squirmed and kicked in her attempts to absorb him into her backside.

A grin of immense glee spread across the big old man's face as he shoved Maddy firmly into the pillows on the lounge, muffling her cries as he worked his penis in and out of her rectum with deep, powerful strokes and reveling in the exquisite sensations as the tight little ring of her sphincter quailed and squeezed around his shaft, which was still liberally lubricated with the young girl's own creamy vaginal secretions.