How to Train Your Daughter Ch. 18a

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Editor’s note: This episode, like most chapters in this series, contains graphic scenes of men engaging in explicit sexual acts with their own daughters, as well as elements of dubious consent.

If these sorts of themes are not your cup of tea, which I entirely understand and respect, please read no further; you will only become upset and perhaps even angry, as many of you have helpfully taken the time and energy to inform me you have over the years.

If instead these sorts of themes are to your liking, well, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

All characters are over 18.

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I’d just fired up the grill in the backyard on a sunny Friday afternoon when I heard the throaty engine of a diesel pickup truck pull into the driveway in front of the house, and a couple cheerful honks from the horn announced the arrival of my father-in-law, Sam Rawlins.

I closed the hood of the barbecue to let the briquettes continue heating to a smoky perfection, and made my way to the front door to welcome him and help with his bags.

A lanky, lean, tall gentleman in his late fifties, he sprang from the high door of the big blue truck with a spryness that belied his age and hinted at the active, healthy life he’d lived, and greeted me with a vice-like handshake and his trademark brilliant smile before pulling me into a warm embrace.

‘So good to see you, Robert,’ he boomed in his slow, gravelly drawl. ‘Feels good to be off the road finally.’

‘Glad to have you here, Sam,’ I said. ‘I was just getting the grill warmed up for dinner. Morgan-Lynn will be home from work in a bit, the twins should be back from school soon, and Jennifer is driving down from the university for the weekend–she’ll get in later this evening. It’s just you and me right now; let’s stow your suitcases and cowboy hat in the guest room and I’ll get you a beer in the backyard.’

He was soon enjoying the late-day sunshine in a patio chair with a cold one gripped in his large hand. His light, muscular frame was complemented by his usual light blue poplin button-down shirt and wrangler jeans, his thick shock of grey hair tumbling down his forehead above his heavy dark brows and gentle mountain-stream eyes that seemed to see for miles, and an easy, dimple-creased smile beneath his trademark luxurious, steel-grey handlebar mustache that perfectly accented his angular lantern jaw.

Sam had owned a small ranch in southern California for decades, and though I easily had forty pounds of muscle on him and had worked my share of tough jobs in my life, I had nothing but respect for the man. His hands were worn and calloused, angular and big-knuckled, his shoulders square and strong, and he carried himself with the ease and effortless humor of a man who knew his abilities and worth despite–or perhaps because of–his age.

He’d taken a liking to me when I was courting his daughter as a young man, and I to him; Morgan Lynn and I had grown up in the church youth group together, and I had fallen deeply in love with the sun-kissed surfing horse girl at an early age.

We married shortly after she’d completed her mandatory minimum one year of sexual training as an eligible girl after her Festival. Being the same age, I was of course not an eligible man at the time and wasn’t permitted to have sex her, since for that year she was the exclusive property of men with daughters who’d celebrated their own Festivals.

I was in any case deeply involved in my own training at the time, receiving thorough and intensive sexual lessons from any eligible women who selected me for the purpose (I was, if I may say without bragging, a fairly popular trainee), and so Morgan Lynn and I had made love together for the first time on our wedding night, as was customary, after her traditional Send-Off, when all the eligible men who wished to gathered at her father’s house the day before her wedding to celebrate her nuptials, and to partake in the communal pleasures of her naked young body one final time.

We eventually moved to Stonewall for work, but had loaded up the girls and driven to make regular visits to their grandparents on the ranch in California.

A couple years ago Morgan Lynn’s mother had sadly passed. Sam had withdrawn a bit for a while as he dealt with his new reality and pondered his future, and we hadn’t seen him in that time; but after careful consideration and discussion, he’d decided to sell the ranch and move to Stonewall to be closer to us, which greatly pleased everyone.

He made a leisurely, scenic drive of it through the countryside of several states to get here, and would be staying with us for a few weeks as gerçek resimli gaziantep escort he selected and bought a house of his own nearby, and we chatted easily about his trip and his plans now that he was here.

‘I’ll tell you, Rob,’ he said, ‘I’m already glad to be here. California is getting a little weird–they raise their girls different out there, and they’re all tarted up in piles of makeup and tiny skirts like little hussies. It’s getting silly; just not my style, you know. But I love how things are down here–just driving through town on the way over, I saw a bunch of the cutest little things walking around in their little sundresses and ponytails, looking sweet and innocent and just delightful.’

I nodded and chuckled.

‘I know what you mean; it feels a little more traditional here, and it’s one of the reasons we chose to live here and raise the girls. It’s a wholesome place, and I appreciate the modest and respectful way girls are taught to dress and carry themselves here too–I think you’re really going to like being part of the community and getting to train your pick of all the sweet creatures we have in Stonewall. I’ve got a couple good ones in mind already to introduce you to that I’m sure you’ll find quite enjoyable to reserve for lessons,’ I said, thinking of Abigail Miller and Chloë Amos off the top of my head.

I thought that perhaps I’d ask their fathers to drop them off at the house for lessons some night this week when Morgan Lynn was working late, so Sam and I could enjoy them together in our spacious master bedroom and bath. It seemed like a nice way to welcome him to Stonewall, and for him and me to bond over a drink and a couple of cute, sweet naked girl bodies.

He’d spent a very enjoyable night in Utah on the way over, and was insistent that I take a similar trip as soon as I could.

‘They’re one of those old-school states where they celebrate their girls’ Festivals a couple years earlier than they do here in Stonewall or in California,’ he explained. ‘I applied for a twenty-four hour out-of-state trainers permit, and I had to take a little class they put on to make sure I understood how to handle their girls–they want you to be a little more gentle and nice, ’cause their trainees tend to be smaller and a bit more delicate than the girls you and I are used to enjoying, of course.

‘There were four of us out-of-state fellas in the class, and they brought out a cute naked little thing as a teaching tool and showed us the basics on how to touch her and fuck her. One of their big concerns is discipline, since the girls can be pretty inexperienced and headstrong at times, and we all had to practice the proper open-handed-palm spanking technique on the girl’s bare bottom, which was delightful of course,’ he chuckled at the memory.

‘Once the instructor signed off on my permit, I went and found an adorable little blonde creature to train for the night–brand new, just celebrated her Festival last week. Her father had a nice house, and he was kind enough to let me enjoy her out by the pool in their little cabana–so much fun; one of the sweetest little blowjobs under the stars I have ever gotten, and the tightest, yummiest pussy you can imagine, Rob. Truly a special night–you’ve got to try it.’

Just then we heard a couple of identical cries of joy came from in the house, and the sliding door to the patio flew open and the twins, Serena and Selena, tumbled into the backyard, their blond hair flying and their buxom figures bouncing joyously in their skimpy Stonewall Academy school uniforms.

‘Papa!’ They squealed, and threw themselves into his arms, nearly spilling his beer as they smothered him in his chair and pressed their healthy, curvy bodies against him in their excitement.

‘Dear girls, so good to see you,’ Sam chuckled. ‘My goodness, how big you’ve gotten–let me take a look at you both.’

The twins were well trained, and immediately giggled and took a step back and clasped their hands behind their back to let their grandfather admire their maturing figures.

Their school uniforms were designed to showcase–rather than conceal–their physical assets, as accustoming young schoolgirls to being visually enjoyed in preparation for their eventual free-use as sexual trainees after their Festivals was considered an essential component of a quality education.

I was forced for laugh now, as it was clear the twins had already done some significant growing this year and were clearly in need of new school clothes, though I doubted any of the teachers or staff at Stonewall had any complaints or felt any sense of urgency regarding the increasingly snug fit of my daughters’ wardrobe.

Both Serena and Selena were generously blessed with an abundance of every girlish charm, and their large, shapely breasts overflowed their regulation little white half-cup shelf bralettes, which already had trouble containing their generous proportions.

Their gerçek resimli gaziantep escort bayan sheer white school blouses were buttoned as required only to just below their abundant cleavage, and their prominently visible, long pink nipples smooshed like eager puppy noses against the tight, thin fabric as their bosoms fairly spilled through the breach, the tiny pearl buttons straining to eye-popping tension as they struggled to hold back the sumptuous tide.

School skirts were meant to preserve at least a modicum of a student’s modesty and were required to be long enough to just fully cover a girl’s cunny mound when viewed from the front; but the twins had large, firm bottoms and wide hips which forced the flouncy blue fabric to ride high on their athletic haunches, leaving solid handfuls of their healthy curved under-butts exposed to even the casual glance, and Sam let out a low whistle as Serena–the more outgoing and exhibitionistically-inclined of the sisters–bounced gleefully and gave him a little twirl, her skirt flaring and fluttering and inadvertently showing off her sheer white school panties and her gauzily-concealed vulva to his adoring gaze.

‘Goodness’ sake, you are both growing up to be such beautiful big girls,’ he said warmly, shaking his head at how curvaceous and delightful they’d become.

‘Serena, Selena, it’s been a while since your grandad has seen you,’ I said, knowing I was about to make my father-in-law’s day ten times better than it already was. ‘Go ahead and undress for him like good girls so he can really see how much you’ve grown and changed in the last few years.’

Sam shot me a sidelong glance of amused glee from beneath his bushy brows, a curl of anticipation forming in the long dimple behind his luxurious grey mustache as the twins’ eyes grew big and questioning.

I knew them both well enough to tell their similar expressions apart, and wasn’t surprised to see that while the reserved Selena was a little shocked and apprehensive at my unforeseen instruction to disrobe, her sister, ever more comfortable with her body and impatiently eager for the sexual adventures that awaited her after her Festival, had a little wicked shine in her own wide blue eyes as she realized she would unexpectedly GET to take her clothes off for her grandfather.

It wasn’t a terribly unusual request in any case; girls were commonly made to undress for family or friends after an extended interval of absence to let them appreciate how they’d grown since their last visit, as a daughter’s Festival was a major event of great interest, and everyone was keen to observe a girl’s development as the day of her judging and public defloration grew near.

It had however been a while since they’d seen Sam, and the undeniably lush profusion of primary and secondary sexual characteristics their bodies now exhibited, as well as the unfamiliar and often flustering medley of new reproductive hormones coursing through them, made any feelings of apprehension or embarrassment my daughters may have had about being nude in front of their grandfather understandable.

Nonetheless, despite their divergent feelings on the matter, they both were obedient girls who understood their duties.

‘Yes, daddy,’ they replied in unison, their beautiful faces betraying their respective attitudes, and began unbuttoning their blouses for Sam in the afternoon sunlight as he sipped his beer in the patio chair, his gentle smile growing broader by the moment as each article of their clothing was removed and more and more of their splendid anatomies were exposed to his eye.

‘Good lord, what a pair of physical specimens,’ he said quietly as they reached behind their backs and unclasped their bralettes, releasing their impressive breasts free in the backyard. ‘Those are definitely a lot bigger than I remember, girls–your titties were just barely starting to fill out last time I saw them, and look at them now,’ he chuckled.

Despite their fullness and palpable weight, they dropped almost not at all despite losing the negligible support of the scanty bras, and they hung gloriously round from the girls’ chests, their succulent nipples, no longer cramped in the tight confines of their school blouses, seeming to stretch and breath like sleepy cats after a nap, pink and perky and steadily stiffening in the cool air in the center of their tidy, perfectly circular areolas.

I nodded in agreement as I leaned against the grill, a beer in my own hand, and watched my daughters strip.

‘Yes, they’ve both been training hard in their sports–Selena is playing soccer this year, and Serena has been a star on the lacrosse team. You can see they’ve both got plenty of strong, toned muscle, but I love that they’ve also both got a good layer of puppy fat over top–they’re looking so smooth and curvy and thick, and I just think they’re turning out great. We’re going to keep them in training and gerçek resimli gaziantep bayan escort continue to work on their nutrition, and I’m hoping to have them peak by the time their Festival comes in a couple years.’

I cocked my eyebrow at Selena, who was making a pleading little face as she stood with one hand protectively in front of her cunny mound while the fingers of the other, feigning hopeful uncertainty, tugged fussily at the waistband of her panties.

‘Yes, Selena, I want you to take off your panties too. Come on, don’t be a silly girl, you’re too old for that–you know your grandad deserves to look at your vulva.’

Sam chuckled and leaned forward in his chair with a smile.

‘It’s alright, little darling,’ he drawled in his gravelly voice, a twinkle in his eye. ‘It’s okay to be shy, but you still need to obey your daddy–I’d hate for you to have to get a spanking right after I get here like this. I promise you’ll feel better once you’re in your birthday suit. Come along now and be a good girl for me–wriggle out of those undies and show me your little cooter.’

While Selena complied with a pout, tugging her school panties down over her bottom and thighs before tossing them somewhat mournfully aside onto the pile of her other clothing on the grass and standing shyly, her legs together and her hands reluctantly clasped behind her back as she slowly twisted about in a barely acceptable rendition of an inspection position, her sister was a few steps ahead of her as usual.

Serena, a wicked little smile on her face, made a great show of being (for once in her life) the ‘good’ sister by dramatically stretching her already nude body onto her tiptoes in an exaggeratedly nonchalant stance as if she walked around naked in front of men all the time, her feet shoulder-width apart to show that SHE didn’t mind her grandfather and me looking at her private parts, and conscientiously reached behind her head to gather back her thick, heavy blonde tresses from her outthrust breasts to ensure Sam had a clear view of the whole front of her.

Despite her innocence and youth, she knew exactly what she was doing, and the sweeping curves of her hips and waist and shoulders were accentuated by her sensuous posture and generous freedom in her nudity.

She fairly basked in Sam’s adoring gaze, and she gave her beautiful big titties a gentle shake to let him know that she liked it when he looked at them, giggling as she watched his delighted eyes follow every jiggle and sway of her full young mammaries.

Both twins were resplendent in their natural-born state, obediently offering every intimate facet of their anatomies for their grandfather’s consideration and appreciation; and as the golden-hour light burnished the exquisite figures of the two nearly identical, naked young girls until they glowed with their own warm, delicate sensuality in the quiet backyard, the aromatic applewood grill smoke rose languidly into the still air, a lone cicada called far down the tranquil street, and Sam settled back into his chair and shook his head slowly, lost in his contemplation of two of the timeless wonders of God’s creation.

‘Lord almighty son,’ he drawled quietly, stroking his mustache for a second before adjusting his cock in his jeans. ‘They’re gorgeous.’

Serena and Selena blushed deeply, a rosy pinkness spreading across their bare bodies and causing their healthy nipples to stiffen further and crinkle tightly within their areolas from the bashful rush of circulation to their sensitive tips in response to their grandfather’s praise, and I couldn’t help but beam as my father-in-law expressed his approval of how his granddaughters were turning out, my own penis swelling with natural fatherly pride as I joined him in admiring every detail of my naked young daughters.

‘Thank you, Sam, I’ve been doing my best. I’ll be honest–one of the reasons I’m glad you’re moving to Stonewall is because I value your experience and wisdom when it comes to raising girls and preparing them for their Festivals. Jennifer won first place in hers; I feel certain that these two have the same potential, and I want you to know I welcome any advice or perspective you want to offer as their big day comes closer,’ I said, taking a sip of my beer and motioning for Selena to stop trying to cover her vulva and clasp her hands behind her back where they belonged, like a proper young lady.

‘I think if you and I team up together we can fine-tune the twins’ potential to help them place well in their judging, and ensure they’re as desirable and as pleasing as possible for men to train after they’re deflowered and offered up for public mating.’

Sam’s sharp, practiced eye roved up and down the tender, naked little girl bodies standing in front of him, his decades of experience in handling young females enabling him to coolly, rapidly assess their various attributes and quickly gain a sense of what it would be like for an eligible man to copulate with my daughters–both the high points, as well as any areas that may need improvement before they were released to their rigorous, thorough sexual training in a couple years.

‘Well, you said ‘fine-tune’, and that’s a good term,’ he said thoughtfully. ‘Goodness, they’re nearly perfect the way they are already–but I’ll be delighted to help in their Festival preparation in any way I can, Rob. I gotta say, you have great genetics, and you throw some damn fine offspring with my daughter.’

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