Author's note: Special thanks to A, who inspired me to write her into this chapter and to whom I owe any additional energy or creativity you may find here. You're delightful.
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.
