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This is a four-part chapter in a chronologically and procedurally arranged series; I'd recommend that you start with Ch. 1 to get your bearings (which also happens to be one of the most popular chapters), or at least read Ch. 2, which is a very short synopsis of the rules of the universe in these stories.

All parts of this chapter have been completed and submitted; expect to see one section go live each day, so stay tuned.

This series deals with first-time, free-use, age difference, light BDSM/noncon, and light incest.

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Part 4.

'Are you okay, sweet girl?' I asked, helping her to her feet. She was shaking, and her eyes shone with the intensity of her orgasm as she thanked me.

'Mr. Stevenson,' she said hesitantly, 'can I tell you something?'

'Of course, Abigail,' I said, holding her close. She looked up at me with her giant blue eyes, her cheeks flushed.

'That was the first time I ever...orgasmed...with a man's penis,' she whispered bashfully. 'I always imagine it when I touch mysel-I mean, when I masturbate. But it was even more amazing than I thought. Thank you.'

It was with some reluctance that I directed her to finish her training with Dave, who immediately had her lay on her belly across the arm of the couch so he could work her from behind. He had a thick penis that was just slightly shorter than mine, so he was able to jump to full depth right away with a handful of her hair to help keep her steady; fortunately Abigail's orgasm and my work with my cock seemed to help her withstand the unstoppable invasion. I couldn't wait to get some more time inside this sweet girl; I was excited, however, to finish this round with Layla.

The energy in the room had shifted subtly yet decisively. Martin's, Jennifer's, and Abigail's orgasms were blood in the water, so to speak, and the rest of the fathers were all on edge now. I could feel some of the good humor dissipate temporarily as our higher mental faculties began to crumble in the face of the overwhelming instinctive imperative to simply breed the girls; the grabbing and pawing became a bit more urgent and pitiless, the instructions shorter and sterner. We were faced with two nearly incompatible goals: train these girls vaginally as hard as we could for ten more minutes-and don't orgasm.

Layla approached me with a smile and reached for a hug and kiss, but I grabbed her arm and spun her around to face away from me. Taken by surprise, she yelped, but quickly regained her composure.

'Bend over the way you did for me in the inspection round, Layla,' I instructed, watching hungrily as she assumed her position, arching her back hard to show she had been paying attention. I was enraptured by the sight of her glorious backside as she offered it to me, and sure enough, just as before, her deep stretch gaped her delicious vagina for me.

I put my hands on her butt cheeks, revelling in their full, firm goodness, and traced her little deer tail with my finger where it crossed her butt hole, causing her to shiver and giggle, and break out in goosebumps across her thighs and back.

I moved and crouched for a moment in front of her where she stood, bent at the waist with her hands on her knees, and I kissed her lips as I ran my hands under her belly and over her soft breasts.

'Layla, honey,' I said, my throat tight as I prepared to fulfill a long-time dream, 'I know you're young, and I wouldn't normally use this language with you-but I want you to know you have a beautiful cunt, dear girl. Now hold still so I can enjoy it, alright?'

She was much wetter than the first time I'd seen her, of course, and her lips were swollen from the good work she'd been doing already today, and my cock still shone with a gloss of Abigail's cum, so as I aimed the head directly at the irresistible little black abyss into her splendid body, it slid easily into her in spite of her extraordinary tightness once I'd breached the outer wall.

She was delicious; reaching out to support herself with a hand on the couch, she set her feet and haunches so she could push back against me and take all of me in. In addition to being tight, her vagina had some sort of internal texture that quickly drove me wild; I could feel the crown of my penis slipping delectably over it each time I drove into her.

Curt, meanwhile, had picked up Elizabeth on his cock and was fucking her against the wall fairly hard. She held him tightly, her face buried in his neck, and the adorable noises she was making into his shoulder filled the room. She really did seem to love the more severe style of Curt and Dave; I speculated that her free-spirited, uncomplicated upbringing caused her to be drawn to men who demanded-and took-more from her.

Jennifer had still been in the throes of her shattering orgasm when Martin had lifted her trembling body in his big arms, carried her over to his couch, and laid her on her back. Her legs spread wide, the nearly senseless girl's freshly-orgasmed cunnie was a perfectly sculpted, softly-convulsing pool of crystal-clear girl cum.

Having relieved some pressure already, Martin obviously didn't need to orgasm as urgently as the rest of us, and he was spending his ten minutes lying between my daughter's legs, holding her head in his hands and exploring her mouth thoroughly with his tongue as he luxuriated in the sensation of slowly dipping his penis in and out of that sacred pool.

Like Abigail, Jennifer was nearly swallowed up in the couch under his weight and bulk, and I was pleased to see that she was working hard to maintain her breathing and keep kissing him like a good girl as the sweet old man made himself comfortably at home in her body, as was his prerogative. Her legs weakly attempted to wrap around his round, hairy torso, only to be pressed apart again as the next slow, heavy stroke of his cock plowed into her.

The room was silent apart from the sounds of the girls moaning or whimpering, the fathers breathing heavily as we battled back our urge to cum, and the warm slap of flesh on young, perfect flesh as we assiduously trained the girls' vaginas.

The room started to fade away and my peripheral vision began to fail as I slipped closer to letting myself go in Layla; she was incredible, her strong hips and streamlined upper body were an athletic machine, and I gloried in the warmth of her soft skin as I ran my hands down her sides and over her perfect breasts. I started to lose my faculty for reason; I didn't care about having to buy a phone now, all that mattered was that I cum in this beautiful creature, despite the fact that I would be free to cum in her any other time today without a penalty.

The sound of the timer crashed into our consciousnesses and was met by a chorus of protests. I was apparently not the only father who was ready to skip right to the end part.

'Well done, gentlemen,' Martin grinned through his beard as he raised himself up off of Jennifer, who was visibly relieved, 'we're about to begin the Ejaculation portion of the afternoon, so please separate yourselves from the girls. I know it's hard,' he chuckled, 'but I promise you'll be right back inside one of them in just a moment.'

Of course we knew he was right, and so, amid much good-natured grumbling, we slowly, reluctantly pulled our penises out of the girls' bodies.

'Ladies, grab a drink of water if you need, and gentlemen, go ahead now and choose a girl to finish with. Do whatever you need to complete your task, and award your cum to the girl you think has earned it,' Martin announced.

There was a sudden flurry of activity. I was planning on finishing in Layla, of course, but just as I was about to tell her to lie down on the couch so I could, Abigail walked up to me.

'Mr. Stevenson,' she said politely, 'I, um, really liked the way you trained me. Would you-oh!-oh my gosh!'

She was interrupted by Dave, who walked up behind her and took her by the hips, lined his cock up with her opening, and pulled her onto himself. The powerfully-built fireman began going at her at a fair clip, taking her by the wrists to keep her close to him as he worked her.

Layla had been snatched up by Levi when I wasn't looking, meanwhile, so I turned my attention to Abigail as Dave apologized.

'I didn't realize you were having a discussion, Stevenson,' he said with gritted teeth. 'Abigail, it's not polite to start a conversation with someone and not finish it. What were you asking Mr. Stevenson?'

Abigail struggled to focus as Dave kept up his work, and she seemed to be having difficulty speaking. I stepped close to her and tilted her chin to look in her eyes.

'Sweet girl, what were you asking me?' I smiled. 'You need to answer me.'

'I...I...I was asking...if you'd please train me...like you did earlier...and have an orgasm...in me...Mr. Stevenson...' she managed to gasp as she endured Dave's powerful thrusts.

Dave shot me a raised eyebrow from behind her, and I acknowledged him with a subtle nod. It was clear that she was trying her best, but Abigail had a lot to learn about proper etiquette for young girls. She was committing her blunder in her conversation with me; it would be my responsibility to correct her.

'Sweet girl,' I said, kissing her on the forehead as Dave fucked her, 'I would be honored. I will do that as soon as Mr. Kendrick is finished with you.'

'Almost...done...and THERE. Yes, yes, YES GOD,' Dave groaned, standing Abigail up with a firm grip on the scruff of her neck, pulling his cock out of her, and unleashing a half-dozen strong pulses of semen onto her lower back. He grunted in pleasure and appreciation as his erection slowly faded and he watched his cream roll down her flanks and run deliciously between her butt cheeks.

Abigail stood stock-still, her eyes wide as she took Dave's ejaculation without a word. I could only imagine her bewilderment; I supposed she probably hadn't really woken up this morning imagining that within a few hours she'd be standing naked in front of me, after four men she'd never met had enjoyed her body, being sprayed with cum while I talked with her. I smiled and kissed her forehead again. She would eventually get used to it, as all girls did.

'Come here, sweet thing,' I said as Dave, knowing that I'd be using her next, considerately toweled her off for me in a business-like fashion. I helped the dazed girl to the couch and spread her legs, giving her another little kiss on the lips before I entered her.

I kept the same style as before, but now that she had been properly trained I was able to go to nearly my full depth with little problem. I knew what Abigail really liked was a gentle, slow pace, which I understood, and I decided to start by working her back to a repeat of her earlier orgasm.

Sure enough, after a few minutes she came again, creaming on my cock and mewling, and about the same time so did Martin. When the girls had gotten up at the end of the last round, he'd invoked 'host's privileges' and pushed Jennifer back down on the couch with a large paw to her chest, staying inside her so he could use her to finish. Now, with a gleeful bellow, he filled my baby girl with his second load of cum.

Soon after, so did Levi and Curt, who lay in a happy, exhausted pile with Kristen, Elizabeth, and Layla.

I was now on the verge of my own climax, and as Abigail shuddered to a stop and thanked me, her eyes shining and her breath sweet, and her body soft after her orgasm had swept her, I leaned in close.

'Sweet girl, I know you didn't mean any harm, but you need to know that what you did a minute ago is not allowed.'

A look of panic flashed across her face, and she asked what she had done.

'You asked a man-me-to train you, first of all, which is impertinent. But then you also told me how you wanted to be trained, which is simply not anything you should concern yourself with unless you're asked. It's actually quite rude.'

The girl's eyes instantly welled as she rushed to say that she didn't mean to misstep, and she was sorry.

'I'd never do anything to offend you guys on purpose,' she said, 'I was really really trying, Mr. Stevenson.'

'I know that, sweet thing,' I said, still slowly fucking her, 'but the way a girl acts is extremely important. There are reasons for these rules. I'll need to tell your father.'

Levi came over and pulled up a chair. He'd picked up his daughter's panties from the floor, and he toyed with them absently as he watched me train her. He'd heard everything, and he said he understood.

'When we moved here, we committed as a family that we'd fully embrace the culture as best as we could. We don't want to be guests, we want to be family. Abigail, honey, I know learning this new lifestyle might be a little bumpy, but you must be responsible for your own actions, and we can't have you being a disruptive influence in our new home. I know you didn't do it on purpose, sweetheart, but it's clear that you did do it. You're going to need to accept the consequences to show that we respect the customs and way of life here. Robert, whatever you feel is the appropriate way of teaching her, please go ahead.'

Abigail's eyes brimmed; she hated being a bad girl. It didn't seem fair that suddenly now, right after a lovely orgasm and while she still lay here naked and sticky with Martin's and Curt's cum, and with my hard cock still using her, all she felt was shame and embarrassment and fear. All she wanted now was to make things right. She got hold of herself, gulped, and looked at me.

'I want to be a good girl, Mr. Stevenson,' she said bravely, 'please tell me how to fix this?'

I pressed myself all the way into her, and showed Levi that she could safely take my full length, although it was a bit of a challenge for her. He knelt by the couch to get a better look, carefully inspecting her pussy to confirm that she was still perfectly healthy and good to go, and nodded.

'Abigail, we'll keep this simple since it's your first time and I know it was a mistake,' I said. 'You must understand that your trainer will decide what is the most effective method to use on you-if you are asked about what you would like, of course you should answer. But you should never walk up to a man and ask to be trained in a certain manner.'

The rest of the room had fallen silent as the other men gathered the girls around to witness Abigail's lesson.

'I'm going to need to hold you down to keep you still, and then fuck you quite hard for a bit-harder than you've had today already, and probably much harder than you'd like. Then I'll cum in you. It may be uncomfortable, and it may hurt a little, but I promise I won't injure you. Your body is meant to handle this, do you understand? Afterward, you'll be a good girl again, and it will be like this never happened, okay?'

Abigail nodded, wiping her eyes and setting her chin as she prepared for her discipline. I grasped her arms just above the elbows and pinned them back behind her into the couch so her breasts were pushed up toward me and she couldn't move. I was light-headed with her beauty as I watched her submit to me and her punishment. I was about to instruct her to open her legs wide like a good girl, when she anticipated my order and offered herself to me as nakedly and openly as she could, of her own accord.

'Please, Mr. Stevenson,' she said softly, 'train me however you think is best.'

'Sweet girl,' I growled, 'I want you to kiss me softly, with sweet girl kisses, as I fuck you hard. You will use your kisses to show that you know what you did wrong, that you want to correct your mistake, that you understand why this has to happen, and that you want me to do this to you so you can be a good girl again, okay?'

'Yes, Mr. Stevenson,' she nodded emphatically, 'I'm so, so sorry.'

'I know you are, sweet girl,' I whispered, 'I know it wasn't on purpose, but you must learn what is expected of you. Here we go...'

I leaned in, tasted her lips, and began to drive into her.

It was glorious; I went to another dimension as I rammed her young pussy, every thrust making my cock harder as I opened her up and prepared her young vagina to take my cum. The sensual counterpoint of her tender kisses, and the effort she was putting into doing exactly as she was told despite being nearly driven off the couch and onto the floor by my exertions was mind-bending; she was being such a good girl.

Her initial struggles when I started drilling her out began to ease as she discovered how hungry her pussy actually was for a solid fucking; the revelation that there was a deeper pleasure beyond the pain rocked her inexperienced mind and body, and as she came on my cock again, apologizing and begging me with her tender kisses to forgive her, a single tear spilled over from her eye and ran down her temple as I took everything I wanted.

As I felt her release and open her body to me, willingly giving me her precious vagina like the glorious, sacred, receptive female she was meant to be, everything became too much to handle.

'Abigail, you beautiful thing, I'm going to cum in you,' I said hoarsely, 'when you feel my semen inside you, you'll know you're forgiven and that you're a good girl again.'

Time seemed to stop for a beat, everything falling to silence and darkness.

I unleashed a mighty ejaculation deep into her.

I nearly fell off the couch as I was rocked by my orgasm; my penis felt like it had been blown off, and it continued to twitch in Abigail's vagina as I slowly returned to full consciousness.

I waited until my cock stopped pulsing, then slowly withdrew it from her. Abigail was motionless, panting, her eyes closed, and I watched with satisfaction as she spasmed as my penis left her, causing a thick rivulet of my cum to spill from her.

'Abigail, sweet girl,' I said with a weak growl, 'good job. You're a good girl.'

She looked up with her big, shining eyes and thanked me.

'I try to be, Mr. Stevenson-I really do,' she whispered.

I kissed her and wiped the tear from her cheek and helped her up, and Curt made it a learning opportunity for the other girls.

'You are all generally very good girls,' he said seriously, 'It's important to understand that when you do make mistakes, you must be corrected-that's what training is all about. It's not always about punishment, or being cruel or mean. It's about fixing the situation you created through your carelessness, and willingly receiving the instruction or discipline that will make things right, even if it's painful.

'It's not Abigail's place to tell a man how she should be trained. Remember, you have each had experience with one female body-your own-for eighteen years. We have trained thousands of girls in that time, so when we train you, we are bringing all of that vast experience with the female body to bear on your session. We understand your bodies and what they need better than you do, dear girls, so let us train you as we feel is best.

'Abigail's discipline required her to undergo the type of training that Mr. Stevenson believed to be most valuable for her, which happened to include helping her get accustomed to hard, deep penetration that she wouldn't normally request for herself.'

He indicated my semen trickling down the insides of Abigail's thighs as she stood next to me.

'Cum is the traditional sign that your discipline is complete. If you are in trouble for any reason, figuring out how to help your trainer climax is generally a solid plan-a man's orgasm usually means you've made things right and all is forgiven.'

Everyone applauded and the other fathers came up one at a time and kissed Abigail, telling her she was a good girl, and I handed her back to Levi.

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 *********** 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 ***********, 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.

'Okay, Layla, let's try this way,' I said, using my free hand to caress her sides and shoulders and belly, 'I'll hold still. I want you to breathe deep for me and focus on relaxing. This is an important lesson, sweet girl. The only way for you to begin mastering your training is for you to learn that your entire body, and everything having to do with it, is a possible source of pleasure for a man. There is no more 'private' or 'secret' or even 'dirty' acts, or body parts, or desires. Only your beautiful, perfect, incredibly desirable body, and the enjoyment that men can derive from it.

'Until you learn to let go of all your inhibitions, rules, or misplaced sense of propriety, your training will always be difficult for you. If you want to feel confident and brave, and excited about your training, you must choose to give yourself to it fully. This means understanding that your body belongs to whomever is training you, in every respect, and completely surrendering yourself to the most primitive, animalistic aspects of your girlhood.

'This isn't about peeing, Layla. This is about whether you trust your father, and me, enough to give yourself to me so fully that you can relax and relieve yourself right here, even as I am enjoying you-because it will help me enjoy you even more.'

Abigail, lying next to her and in a sweet show of support for her new friend, began kissing Layla's shoulder and arms and throat, and softly encouraging her in a low, sweet voice.

'If you do this, I will climax immediately, sweet thing,' I said. 'Come on, you can do it. Relax, and give yourself completely to me. That's a good girl.'

She struggled for a moment, squeezing my cock as she tried to get comfortable. I pulled one of her butt cheeks up so I could watch.

First she managed a couple of short, halting spurts and sprinkles as she started to find her path, and then she successfully opened herself up and released a long, warm stream that washed over the base of my shaft and my scrotum as she gave herself up to me and allowed herself to become nothing more than a beautiful female body created for me to take my pleasure with.

I was over the edge, and returned her wet favor with one of my own, my cock pulsing powerfully as I filled her with my semen. My knees nearly buckled with the force of my orgasm, and Layla screamed and came with me as I started pounding her up against the side of the pool again, instinctively trying to ensure that my cum ended up as deep as possible inside her.

Levi had been watching the proceedings, and as Layla started to pee he roughly grabbed hold of Jennifer's butt and and sank his fingers into her pussy, held her head tightly against himself, shoved his cock all the way into the back of her throat, and delivered his nutrient-rich load directly into her belly, without a drop ever touching her mouth.

I kissed Layla between her shoulder blades as I shuddered to a halt, and slowly lay back into the water and allowed myself to float away from the trembling girl, whose vagina was now dripping my semen into the pool as it ran out of her. Abigail was kissing her and gently licking up a couple tears that had run down Layla's face. I came alongside her and asked her if she was okay.

'Yes, Mr. Stevenson,' she whispered, her eyes shining. She seemed like a completely different girl than a couple minutes ago-as if she were purified, or reborn. 'I have never felt so...free...as I did just then. I literally gave you all of me, just like you said to, and as I felt myself let go, and you started shooting in me, every part of my body was electric. I came so hard, Mr. Stevenson. I can hardly move. I want it to always feel like that.'

I kissed her deeply, reveling in the always intoxicating taste of the lips of a girl who was full of my cum.

We were startled by a loud 'smack' and a shriek, which was quickly followed by girlish laughter, and we all popped our heads up to see what was going on.

Dave and Allan had taken Elizabeth aside to discuss their plans for her anal training, and they had evidently discovered, hanging about eight feet apart from a stout treebranch in the corner of the yard, a pair of long straps and a set of thickly padded cuffs; Martin's house seemed to be prepared for quite a number of eventualities.

Dave had taken on the task of cuffing Elizabeth's wrists and shortening the straps until she was almost suspended off the ground, forcing her to fully extend her sumptuous, curvy body in order to keep her toes down, and the sound we'd heard was Curt, having retrieved from his car a short flogger whose tails were made of soft suede, bringing the implement down across Elizabeth's naked backside with a crack.

The flogger was designed to have more bark than bite, though Curt was skillful enough to dial in as much incentive as he wanted, and Elizabeth's laugh as she tasted the lash and anticipated her immediate future was followed by Dave's upraised hands to us.

'Don't worry everyone,' he chuckled, 'we have a safe word. Elizabeth just needs some careful guidance as we introduce her to anal skills, and it'll help to have her secured while we work on her.'

Jennifer was cuddled up next to Levi on the lounge, her small hand protectively holding his penis, and she was absorbed as she watched Dave and Curt go about their business. I knew she was fascinated by the idea of bondage, and the other girls seemed to be in much the same boat. This was their first opportunity to see it in real life.

Curt stood in front of Elizabeth, and Dave took a position behind her. Curt ran his hand up and down Elizabeth's body, squeezing her heavy breast and feeling between her legs.

'Elizabeth, we're going to teach you anal penetration today,' he said, as if he were teaching her how to parallel park. 'If you're a good girl, we'll work you up to taking a cock in your ass, and Mr. Kendrick and I will both cum in you.

'Now, this is easier for some girls than others; the only way to find out how it is for you is to experiment. Learning this can be uncomfortable, even painful at times-but I promise you we are not going to actually hurt you. You must trust us, relax, let us do what we need to do, alright?'

Elizabeth nodded, her eyes wide behind her glasses. She hung on every word, scarcely breathing.

'I trust you, Colonel Ford,' she whispered. 'Do what you need to do. I want to be able to do anal sex.'

'Excellent, Elizabeth. Here's what we're going to do. You must hold perfectly still so that Mr. Kendrick can train you back there. I will be assisting him for now and training you here. I want you to focus only on my voice and on my hand on your clitoris, like so. Think about how good that feels, see how close you can get to cumming just from my fingers on your pussy, like this.'

Elizabeth's eyes closed and her mouth slowly opened as she responded to Curt's touch.

'Just focus on my hand and my voice, Elizabeth. Nothing else. It is essential that you stay absolutely still-if you pull away or flinch, you will be immediately disciplined, do you understand?'

Elizabeth nodded and said she did just as Dave reached between her legs and gently touched her butt hole. She wasn't expecting it, and she let out a startled yip and jumped.

'SMACK' went the flogger across her breasts, without even a fraction of a second's delay.

Elizabeth cried out in surprise and pain, the hardware from which she was suspended jangling as she jerked, faint pink stripes beginning to appear on her breasts where the soft suede lashes had struck her pale skin. Curt, in a flat, calm voice, told her to control herself and hold still.

As she reset, he once again began stroking her pussy and kissed her throat, and Dave moved back in.

'She said she had put a Sharpie in there before, right?' Dave asked Curt. Curt confirmed that she had, and Dave, who had been massaging Elizabeth's anus with his thumb, began pressing into her deeper and deeper. The curvy blond stood stock-still, controlling her breathing as Dave assessed her abilities, switching to his middle finger and giving her time to adjust as he slowly pushed it all the way into her butt.

'Alright, Elizabeth,' he said approvingly, applying some lube to her, 'it looks like you're going to do great at this. The biggest thing is going to be the stretch-I'm pretty thick-but you'll do fine. We'll go slow.'

Elizabeth, who'd seemed to breathe a sigh of relief after Dave had removed his finger from her rectum, steeled herself for her biggest challenge yet.

Dave took her by the hips and guided the head of his cock to her anus, pressing firmly against her little star.

'Breathe, Elizabeth,' he said, 'you've got to breathe and relax. There you go, sweet girl, that's almost the head all the way in you...'

He was interrupted by a sudden spasm as she reacted to the unfamiliar sensation of the tip of his penis slipping past her opening.

'CRACK, CRACK' went the flogger, this time across her belly and thighs. Elizabeth wailed this time, but she refused to use her safe word-she was determined to get this.

'Dear girl,' Curt said severely, 'you must hold still so we can fuck you properly.'

This time, Dave got all the way into her, and with a smile he pressed himself slowly to his full length into the determined girl's butt. Elizabeth gasped whimpered and fought to relax as he began to fuck her-not too hard, but enough that she would have to keep working to manage him. Curt continued to pet her and talk to her in a low, calming voice, and made her look him in his eyes; he sucked on her big nipples, which were tender and erect from the stroke of the flogger, and kissed her every so often, telling her she was being such a good girl by standing so still and letting Dave have her anus.

Layla's eyes were huge, and she bit her lower lip as she watched her father work his cock in and out of Elizabeth's butt. His muscles bulged, his red mustache was fierce, and he had a look of intense focus and determination as he trained the securely-bound young blond's butthole while paying little mind to her moans and cries. This was probably a side of her father she'd never seen, and a range of expressions chased each other across her face-horror, fascination, jealousy, arousal. It's a beautiful thing for daughters to be able to see their fathers like this.

Too few girls understood the bestial impulses that overcame their own dads in the presence of other girls, or the violent, animalistic manner in which they themselves had probably been conceived. Disabusing girls of these misconceptions, and letting them watch as their own fathers gave themselves completely to their own natural impulses and fulfilled their purpose by inseminating eligible young females could only be a good thing.

In spite of her obvious discomfort, Elizabeth's vagina was drenched, and Curt brought his hand away to show us how her fluids were coating his fingers as Dave carefully reamed out her backside. After a few minutes they switched off, and Curt took his turn behind Elizabeth while Dave assumed the role of handler up front.

'Jesus, she's so tight,' Curt muttered, working his penis into Elizabeth. Dave held her head against his shoulder and calmed her so Curt could enter her fully and start fucking her.

Martin hauled himself to his feet and walked over to the trio so he could check on his granddaughter. I wondered briefly how many young girls-dozens? hundreds?-he'd had hanging by those straps in the twenty years he and Marie had lived in the house, and I found the thought as amusing as it was slightly horrifying. Dave stepped out of the way, and Martin took Elizabeth's face in his hands and smiled at her.

'Hey, sweetheart,' he said lovingly, 'are you doing okay over here?'

Dave had stopped fucking Elizabeth, but he stayed in her and waited for Martin to finish his conversation with his granddaughter. She was truly in the final stages of her lessons for the day. She was covered in sweat and semen and male saliva and girl cum, and barely able to hold herself upright as she hung from the straps; her mascara was running, her luscious body was crisscrossed by the pink stripes of the flogger, and her hair was a tangled golden mess. In other words, she was gorgeous.

She fought to focus as Martin looked her in her eyes, and she smiled weakly.

'Yes, papa,' she breathed, 'I'm so good. This is soooooo hot...'

Martin seemed satisfied, and inspected her body.

'How much longer do you want to train her?' he asked Dave.

'Oh, I don't know-a couple more rounds each, I figured,' the firefighter replied, 'probably not much more than fifteen, twenty minutes. She's doing really well for her first time.'

'That's fine, of course,' Martin said, 'but it's getting warm out here. I don't want her to burn. Hang on a sec.'

He disappeared into the house, and returned a moment later with a bottle of sunscreen. He squirted some into his hand, and tossed the bottle to Dave. 'Let's get her protected,' he said, 'and then you guys can keep doing her.'

Curt pulled out of Elizabeth for the moment, and while Dave carefully applied sunscreen to the young girl's chest, shoulders, face, and breasts while she hung from the tree, Martin worked it carefully into her back. His old fingers spread the thick cream along her inner thighs and over the curves of her butt with a familiar affection.

He crouched down behind her and inspected Dave's and Curt's work; Elizabeth's butt hole still gaped from Curt's cock, and Martin gently ran his finger along the edges of the little pink hole into his granddaughter's body. Elizabeth's breathing was ragged, and her vagina was deeply flushed. Martin seemed captivated by her little asshole, and he slid his finger into her butt. Elizabeth stayed perfectly still, only a slight tremble betraying the intensity of the experience of her grandfather inspecting her freshly-fucked anus.

Martin's cock was very erect, and he slowly stood up behind Elizabeth, his fingers still dancing about her butt and pussy. He looked at Curt, who shrugged and said simply, 'Sometimes...a hole is a hole.'

Martin thought for another moment, and leaned close to Elizabeth.

'Darling, I'm sorry, but my body is telling me I need to train you. I'm going to slip my dick into that lovely little butt, Elizabeth. Are you going to be okay?'

Elizabeth gulped and nodded. 'Yes, papa, I'm ready. I want you to have it.'

Martin took her by the shoulder and the hip, and slid his short piece into her new hole.

There was little room for formality after that, as both of them were immediately overcome by the experience, and Martin began thrusting so wildly that we feared for his health-none of us knew if he had a heart condition or anything. Elizabeth let out a sustained wail and called out 'papa, papa, papa,' as Martin went to work, until he suddenly released his cum into her and practically collapsed on the grass in the throes of his orgasm. Elizabeth would have followed him but for the fact that she was still suspended, and Curt rushed to fill the gap left by Martin, throwing a dozen hard thrusts into her before his own orgasm. He then helped hold her up while Dave finished in her, and they carefully unbuckled the nearly senseless girl's wrists and carried her to a lounge in the shade while Abigail ran and got her a Gatorade.

Everyone was completely spent and agreed that it had been a fantastic party. When Dave dropped us back home later that evening, Layla jumped out of the car as we did and gave me a big hug and kiss, thanking me for everything I'd helped her with. I kissed her sweetly and told her I was looking forward to working with her more, and I slipped my hand under her short skirt to enjoy a final, longing caress of her delicious bare pussy.

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