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Dave's question had struck a chord with me, and I realized that I hadn't carefully considered what the best option for styling my Jennifer's pubic area was. We'd been working really hard in preparing her in every other way, and I would have hated for a slip-up here to be the deciding factor in her not placing well. I decided to take Ramer up on his offer of a house-call, and scheduled an appointment for the following Tuesday afternoon.
I had three daughters. Jennifer was the oldest, followed by the twins, Selena and Serena. Jennifer took after her mother and was long, slender, and lean, with dark hair and light skin, and dark brown eyes. She had an exquisite hourglass figure in spite of not having very wide hips, and her breasts were small B's that had just enough fullness to project from her chest with a soft roundness on their undersides, but didn't hang or sag. Her nipples were surprisingly dark and large, and seemed to be in a constant state of semi-erection. The twins inherited my Norwegian stock, and were blue-eyed, sandy-blond, and surprisingly curvaceous for their age, with narrow waists, smooth shoulders, and impressive bosoms in spite of their athletic figures.
This was my first Festival, and I wanted it to be a very special for Jennifer. I had read a lot of books, and we had done our best in raising our daughter to be ready for this important night, but I was still nervous about many of the details. I was glad for the opportunity to learn from George Ramer, and looked forward to whatever wisdom he'd have for us today in our private consultation.
After I arrived home from work on Tuesday, I poured myself a glass of scotch and sat in the living room waiting for Ramer and reflecting on the history of the Festival and what it meant for our family.
Fifty years ago, the golden age of the internet had launched a sea change in sexual mores, and the mid-2000's were a defining moment in an already rapidly progressing culture. Porn had become a mainstream phenomenon, and suddenly thousands of normal young women were shooting videos and photo spreads as a means of sexual exploration and a tidy income.
Many would simply set up their own simple website and livecast themselves in their bedrooms naked, masturbating, or having sex with friends from their high school while charging a modest fee for viewers to enjoy the show or even participate. Others would audition for 'modeling' agencies and sign with established porn studios, and Eastern Europe was full of massive estates which maintained stables of hand-picked young women who were essentially maintained in luxurious captivity for the sole purpose of shooting high-quality pornography and, of course, servicing the owners of the compounds and their friends. For their part, living in a paradise of good food, glamorous clothing, the best physical care, and a considerable paycheck was considered a fair enough trade for many girls to be the sexual playthings of what had become a legitimate business of sex, and the porn produced by these houses doubled as an advertisement for new bodies, a need which an increasing number of American girls were happy to fulfill.
Concern began to arise, however, as the scale of participation became evident. Unprecedented numbers of 'girls-next-door' were selling themselves on the free market, and two major issues finally came to a head as American men realized that their neighbors, their daughter's classmates, and sometimes their own daughters were suddenly appearing in the porn they were enjoying which was being produced in other states and countries. First, safety was an obvious issue. It was great that young women were feeling more free than ever to express themselves sexually, but certainly many were being forced to do so with unsavory individuals, and the danger was simply not acceptable.
Second, there grew a realization that these young women were extraordinarily valuable, and it was ridiculous that because of antiquated moral scruples the most beautiful and desirable of them should have to go to such lengths in order to satisfy their natural urge for sexual explorations while ultimately only profiting (both financially and sexually) men who had no connection with or care for them or the community they were raised in. There was no denying that young girls wanted to express themselves sexually; it was obvious that either they would do so for the benefit of unscrupulous and possibly dangerous individuals who cared primarily about how many dollars they could wring from these nubile young bodies, or else American fathers would step up to preserve the precious resource of their daughters' sexuality and keep it in the families, towns, and the country that had invested so much in making American girls the amazing examples of healthy sexuality they were. It was time to harness that sexuality and guide it carefully and safely, and ensure that it benefited those who had done the most to create it.
Starting with op-eds and features in news magazines, continuing to grassroots 'town hall' meetings and petitions, initiated in small communities and spreading to the larger cities as a movement, and finally through legislation at the federal and state level, the next fifty years saw sweeping changes in the United States that were felt to result in the most honest and natural form of sexual practice in the history of the country.
Girls were now taken in hand by their fathers and groomed to be excellent expressions of female potential. They were raised to be perfect ladies, polite, generous, gentle, and elegant. Starting in the home, and gradually expanding to friends, strangers, and the public, they were conditioned to be proud of their bodies and the pleasure they brought to others. Girls were to never feel shame about any part of their bodies, and became keen observers of what parts of themselves brought the most enjoyment to different people.
Their virginity, however, was inviolate. They were carefully chaperoned at all times, and while they were likely to spend significant amounts of time in the nude in front of other people as they grew up, they were never touched by anyone while naked, except for their father or a professional specialist who might be engaged for the purpose of advancing their rigorous training. They were strictly prohibited from pleasuring themselves, and disciplined summarily if they were caught violating these rules.
As they grew, it was the father's responsibility to ensure that they would have the benefit of the best nutrition and exercise he could provide, so that as they reached maturity they were healthy, firm, toned, flexible, and confident adult women ready to debut at their Festival.
The Festival was an annual community event in which that year's crop of new young women were celebrated as sexually mature females and released to the public. An elaborate pageant was staged in a concert hall or similar venue and carried live by local television and radio stations, in which the girls were put through their paces by their fathers, verified to be virgins, and evaluated on numerous criteria.
After the final judging, the girls were ranked based on their aggregate scores for desirability. First place was a tremendous honor to the family, and the father who had raised that year's most sexually desirable new female (and, by extension, advanced furthest the ideal of the female sex) was awarded the privilege of deflowering his choice of the other contestants there on the stage. After he had 'broken the seal' he formally pronounced his pleasure to the assembled crowd, acknowledged the girl's father for a job well done, and then offered her to the rest of the community as an exquisite asset to be cared for and enjoyed. Each father, in order of his daughter's placing, then took his choice of the remaining young women and repeated the ritual until they were all released to womanhood, with the public standing witness to their transformation.
Following her festival, a young woman began to prepare for marriage. Strong, happy marriages are important to family and community stability, and obviously a more sexually skilled woman is more desirable. It was felt that this was something that should not be left to chance or the peccadilloes of an inexperienced girl's emotions. There was no way for a debutante to know what she would like or be good at sexually before she tried it, and a lingering mistaken sense of modesty or shyness, left to itself, might result in a valuable young woman missing out completely on certain subtleties of sexuality that could have a huge positive impact on her marriage. Legally, then, debutantes did not have the ability to give refusal to anything that could be justified as furthering their sexual education. They were, at this point, simply in a more advanced stage of their training, and since the community stood to benefit from her excellence as a married woman, the community assumed the responsibility for her education. Practices were implemented to ensure that by the time a girl found a life-long mate, she would have as broad an experience and education in sexual matters as possible, the better to please her husband no matter what sort of tastes he happened to have.
At the same time, some structure was seen as necessary to prevent exhausting or damaging a young female, or wasting her prime sexual years on individuals who had done nothing to progress female sexuality in general. Thus, a clear code of right was established:
1. A young, unmarried man may only have sex with unmarried females in a dating or courtship situation, and only with the female's consent, or with unmarried females over the age of 40 at his discretion.
Young men had little experience of their own, and certainly had not earned the right to enjoy the most desirable females, so they were required to treat a girl with respect, take her out like a gentleman, and attempt to actually woo her in order to have sex. The odds were definitely against him, though, unless a girl truly liked him and was interested in marrying him. They were expected to gain sexual experience by availing themselves of older, unmarried women whose primary role was being available for such exploration and experimentation.
2. Married men WITHOUT daughters may have sex with any unmarried females over the age of 30, at his discretion.
Once a man had married, he was considered to be in training for his future as an educator of young women. He was expected to start working on conceiving his own daughters with his wife immediately, and in the meantime to learn as much as he could about good sex by practicing on any woman he cared to who, for whatever reason, remained unmarried over 30 years of age.
Most girls were married fairly young, and if a woman still had not found a husband by the end of her twenties, she was expected to assume a teaching role of her own by helping young husbands learn everything they could about sex. Although most women found it a pleasure to serve in this important capacity, it was a legal requirement, not an option, and the youthful enthusiasm most young husbands showed for mastering the intricacies of their upcoming responsibilities meant that many unmarried women spent the first couple years of their thirties with little time for anything but their copulatory duties.
3. Married men WITH daughters who are in the year of their Festival, or have already celebrated it, may have sex with any unmarried females who have celebrated their Festival, at his discretion.
Once her virginity had been taken at the Festival, a girl was essentially continually available for intercourse to any man who had an adult daughter of his own. These men had first of all done their part to advance the cause of improving female sexuality, and so had earned the right as connoisseurs to enjoy the finest quality female bodies available; secondly, since they had daughters of their own, it was felt that they could be trusted to treat such priceless assets with respect and focus most of their energy on making the experience educationally valuable for whatever young woman they might have at hand. 'Educational value' was a broadly applicable term; ultimately nearly anything that could be considered sexual obviously offered the possibility of a fresh and valuable perspective for a young girl, and since time was at a premium (the intent being to create a perfect intersection of fresh, young physical attractiveness with a comprehensive catalog of sexual skills and tastes), the fathers of a community treated the education of their young women with a sense of urgency. Once she had celebrated her Festival, a girl was in a constant state of training and subject to vigorous lessons, at nearly any time, whenever it might occur to a father that he had something of value to teach her.
There were exceptions to a girl's availability, of course; if she was in a class or at her job, she was not to be removed from the situation for sex. If she was at home or with her father or another man, her chaperone had right of refusal and consent concerning anyone who might wish to enjoy her. And it was generally considered unreasonable to expect a girl to have sex with more than three men in a span of twenty-four hours. Other than these examples, however, a girl's sexual education was brisk, adventurous, and frequent until she was married.
Society rapidly became focused largely on improving the sexual desirability of young women in a systematic way, which meant that a young man had a vested interest in marrying the most attractive woman he could in order to father the highest-quality girls possible, so that he had better chances of them placing well in their Festival, so that he could in turn enjoy sex with the most attractive debutantes.
As an 18-year old young man, I had certainly learned my share from several older, more experienced women, and as soon as I got married at 20, I went to work with pretty much every 30-year-old woman I could find. I had learned much, and gained a lot of experience that would prove to be valuable, but I was excited for this next phase in the journey. My wife had been the only very young woman I had ever slept with, but now, with Jennifer on the cusp of her Festival, I was preparing for a glorious next few years of enjoying nearly any girl I wanted, when I wanted. I would take my job as sexual mentor for these new adult females very seriously, and knew that it would be a lot of work, but I was prepared to do my part in helping each of them become their best.
So now, as I waited for Ramer, with much hanging in the balance of this first Festival, I hoped that his expertise would help us place well, and I looked forward to a future of working closely with many young girls as I took my place among the fathers of adult daughters.
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Hello everybody this is Prakash. I am a working guy from Pondicherry. Basically, I am from North India but I am working in a south Indian company, so placed here only. I am 27 yrs, 5ft 7 inches male with a good look, & a very strong sex drive & I have a nice hard cock to please & satisfy any female craving for sex. My job requires lot of traveling in south Indian cities. So during a short period of time, I came to know about many cities of South India. But I never had any experience before this...
London can be a very harsh place; especially if you are from India or sub-continent. If you have traveled in a Indian public transport you would have noticed that the majority of people love to talk. Talk to each other, talk to their maids on the phone, talk to the bus conductor, talk to the person sitting in the next bus or just moan about the conditions of road during the monsoon. In London the scene is quite radical. There pin drop silence on the trains. The most noise you can hear is from...
This is a normal morning at Virar railway station. Whole crowd rushing towards the arriving train. Some people managed to get in while train is still moving. I am in crowd near gate rushing to get in. crowd is pushing me from all sides. I am moving forward slowly and finally I am in. Still crowd pushed me from behind and I couldn't move further as there are many people ahead of me in train. I tried to hold handle, which is above my head. I held handle, which is already grabbed by someone....
I honestly thought that, after two years of commuting into the city for work, I'd experienced it all. Until that was, the afternoon of the points failure. Now that was an afternoon that will live long in the memory. Sorry, I'm getting a little ahead of myself, let me back track a little. I'd been traveling on the train to work for quite some time. You get to see the same faces day in, day out, but you never speak, never acknowledge that each other exists. It just isn't done. The same train in,...
MasturbationHi readers, I am Kumar, staying in Bangalore for around 7 years, working as software professional and doing business as well in native, 29, fair, 6.1 ft tall, average weight, living alone in 1bhk rented house. Here I am going to tell true story with Amudha(name changed), 33, house wife, married to a shop keeper for 3 years, living with her husband Biju in kerala along with her mil in house, no kids. Story happened on 29th July 2015 in train. I use to travel every Friday week end for my...
Hello dosto. Mera naam nilima hai, log mujhe nilu kahte hain. I am a student in B.A. first year. My age is 18+ ,, fair, slim, 5.4 height, sundar figure, 32 24 30. Mene isi saal collage join kiya he. Pahle jahan tak mene class 12 kiya wo ghar ke paas tha. Par collage bahut dur he, sabse sidha rasta train ka he collage jane ke liye. Local train me 1.20 hrs yani 80 minute lagte hain. Pahle to pareshani hui, koi sathi bhi nahi tha. Akele aana aur jana. Wapas aane ke samay office time ho jata tha....
Version One - Mother's Way Billy watched the train coast into the station. Glancing down at his watch, he saw that it was already four o'clock. He had been waiting for the train almost an hour. The smell of diesel and hot metal washed over him as the train finally came to a stop. Looking down the line of dirty silver cars, he saw a lady hanging out of a window frantically waving at someone. She was one more good looking woman, he thought before he realized that it was his mother. He...
Standing on the platform heading coast bound, at 8:30am, Scarlett was stood up, slender back leaning up against a dirty grey wall, with a half ripped poster advertising a theatre, swigging a ice cold bottle of coke. A tiny bead of coke rolled from the bottle, down her chin and rolled on to her chest, her shirt was missing a tie, and was unbuttoned to the third one down. Her shirt looked like it had spent too much time in a tumble dryer on a high heat because her size d breasts seemed to be...
It never occurred to me when I decided to visit a college friend in Asia that I'd end up a victim of different cultural attitudes toward women. I'd traveled in Europe frequently, always without incident. Besides, I never worried about riding public transportation in the middle of the day, not even in New York City. But I was in for a hard lesson about what can happen in broad daylight, if no one chooses to help you. My friend, who called herself Susie in the states because her name was a bit...
My name is Arun but I like to be called Aruna because I’m feminine in my heart and to look at also. Let me tell you about my very exciting and thoroughly satisfying experience during a long train journey. We were only 2 people in a compartment for 4. This other guy was Anand, a pleasant and well built guy. I was attracted to him but I’m a shy person and generally not able to make the first move. I was just imagining how exciting it would be if he was gay and found me attractive too. Anand...
Gay MaleOctober 8th, 1995, 11:40 PM CT, Mile 2342 Union Station, Phoenix, AZ The finger for the train sat in the parking lot of Phoenix Union Station, in his brand-new 1995 Range Rover County, smoking a cigarette, and luxuriating in the scent of it and the Connolly leather of the poorly-built British luxury off-roader. He was intently listening to his electronic radio scanner waiting to hear from the freight train as it passed through so that he could give a good estimate, and ensure that it was...
Chapter 2 The Kid The teenage clerk was looking at him with a blank stare, like someone trying to peer through a dirty window. The clerk craned his neck to look past the angry man in the grey pinstriped suit standing at the counter in front of him. The man realized the clerk was looking at something behind him and turned to see what it was. ‘What is it?’ The man barked. ‘What the hell are you looking at? And do you have my car or not?’ He demanded angrily. ‘He’s probably looking at the sign...
CAW10 ENTRY by Hardrive The memory of that special day when a boy losses his virginity to a stranger on the midnight train to manhood.” ------------------------------------------------------------- It was a stormy evening and I was standing at the door watching my wife Cindy getting into her car. She was on her way to visit her mother and as she entered the vehicle she turned and waved a final good-bye. Looking at the distant sky I noticed that the flashing lights had...
This story is real except for the names. It took place on September 1985. This is my first story ever and I hope you’ll like it. I dry docked my 28 footer in Perama near Athens, packed my clothes and started my journey to Amsterdam to join a nice Dutch woman I met while sailing the Greek islands. It was going to be a long and boring train – ferry – train of about three days until I reach Maud in Amsterdam. I hadn’t have sex in the last two weeks and was quite horny from...
This is a story of me at that time when I was studying in class 12. My boards were over and I had a long vacation ahead of me. So I and my friends planned to go out on a week-long trip. But my family intervened and told me to go visit my grandma first, who used to live in a different town. It was actually a five-hour drive. But since my father used to be busy in those days my mom told me to take the train instead which took about two and a half hours. So here I was waiting at the train station...
Last Friday a car accident occurred on the major freeway in the direction of traffic travelling to the city. I usually drive to work in the city and park in the company's parking facilities. Due to the accident a major hold up eventuated. Traffic reports over the radio alerted motorists though to late for those motorists already caught up in the traffic jam. I had not left home at that point so on hearing the news of the accident i decided to drive to my nearest station and catch the train to...