5 comments/ 149511 views/ 129 favorites Daughter Training Ch. 01 By: ProperFatherlyLove It was a sunny day with just a few clouds in the sky and Tim was driving home with a lump in his pants. His wife had been out of the picture for a long time now, but he had a good life raising his only child and as the years went by he enjoyed watching her grow up more and more. They had been unusually close for a father and daughter; even when she reached her teen years, she didn't push him away, instead listening to her daddy and taking his advice. They had wanted to move from their old house for a while as it was filled with old memories, some of which weren't very pleasant. It was never explicitly said out loud but they both wanted a place that was only theirs. However it was difficult to leave their town, as Isabelle didn't want to lose contact with her good friends, most of which just so happened to be girls who had also spent many years without a mother. While looking for a new place, Tim always kept an eye out for an opening in a nearby gated community named "Fertile Valley." It looked wonderful and was in a prime location, but it seemed like nobody ever sold a house there. Families who lived there stayed there. A couple of his work buddies lived there with their daughters but he hadn't thought much about that coincidence until he had gotten an invitation to come for an open-house visit. His friends had recommended him to the seller as a prospective buyer, which seemed very odd, and both Tim and Isabelle were required to attend at the proper time or else the offer would default to somebody else, which also seemed strange. The day ended up feeling like a long interview. Both father and daughter were asked many questions, some strange and others oddly personal. However when they were done with the questions, the selling agent was extremely welcoming, practically tripping over herself to convince the two of them to move in. Even the price was haggled down a little too easily, which aroused suspicion in Tim but when the house inspector's report came back all clear, the choice was a no-brainer: this father and daughter were moving to their new home! Today was going to be a good day. Every day was good ever since his daughter's 18th birthday which was just last week, and things looked like they would only improve from here. The car lurched up to the community entrance and Tim waved to Hank the security guard who was sitting in his booth. Hank waved back and pressed the button to allow entrance, but was unusually quiet. He usually had something friendly to say or a comment on a game from a sport that Tim didn't even file follow but right now, he simply stayed silent as he leaned back, and his face looked somewhat strained. After a few seconds the top of a head covered in long, brown hair with a beret clipped on appeared and then sank back down onto Hank's lap. "Happy birthday, Krystle!" Tim yelled out to the girl in the booth with her father. "Thmmph, ymmph, slurp!" "I think she said 'thank you'," Hank puffed out. Looking down at her he said, "Oh God that's good, better than your mother ever was." Hank turned his head back to the car and mentioned, " It was yesterday but she doesn't seem to want to do anything else, even turned down having a party and convinced me to call her in as sick to her school, not that I'm complaining." Tim's cock was really straining in his pants now. He needed to get home. "Well have fun, I'll see you later!" Before the car got even 20 feet away, a loud groan bellowed out from the security station as a daughter greedily drank down daddycum. Tim was anxious to get home and was going a little faster than the speed limit. He couldn't help but do a double-take at the dark-haired girl washing her dad's car in a sting-bikini as the father sat back on the porch with a beer in his hand. It looked like something other than suds was dripping from her chin. That was Emily, one of her daughter's friends. She was a grade ahead and had already graduated high school, opting to go to the local college instead of breaking her father's heart, just like his Isabelle was planning on doing. Tim continued to drive and as he approached his house he saw his neighbor Jim had recently gotten home and had walked in the door to the greetings of his daughter Kristen, who was on her knees in front of him. Tim chuckled as he thought about recommending his neighbor install a rail that he can hold onto when he walks into the door. Moving to Fertile Valley was the best decision in Tim's life. After driving into the garage, walking in the door and throwing his jacket aside, Tim yelled up the stairs, "Isabelle, it's time for practice!" The fact that he even had to say that was disconcerting. She should have been ready. She could hear the garage door and knew her daddy would be home around this time, so she should already be on her knees and waiting. "Just a sec, dad!" Isabelle replied, "I'm talking to Katie on the phone!" This was unacceptable. "Now honey, I'm home and you know what that means. It's time for practice. Get off the phone and come downstairs. I shouldn't have to wait for you." "I'm sorry dad, but I'll be right down!" Tim had looked forward to his daughter's practice all day. It was practically all he could think about. His cock was rock hard in anticipation, and if his cock kept leaking precum at it's current rate, he'd die of dehydration. He was a very patient man but sometimes daughters require a strict hand to be raised right. "Get off the phone and get down here NOW!" "OK fine, geesh, I'm coming down!" Tim sat down on the couch in the family room and let his legs hang wide open as he leaned back. There was an obvious bulge down his left pantleg. His eyes were closed for a moment as the sound of a teenager walking down the steps reached his ears. "Now listen, young lady, when you have an appointment, you need to... WHAT ARE THOSE?" Isabelle stood before him in the jeans she wore to school and rolled her eyes. "They're just pants. I had them on for school and when I got home I got on the phone with Katie and forgot to change them." "Listen here, you little slut, your know my rules and you DO NOT wear pants in this house! Get them off, NOW!" Isabelle was taken aback by the booming voice of her father. She knew his house rules, as they were explained in great detail on her eighteenth birthday. She had agreed to follow them, even enthusiastically. She should know how to behave and there was no excuse for her disobedience. Isabelle looked down, blushing, "I... I'm sorry Daddy, I'll take them off right away." As she was taking them off, Daddy told her in a calm, but firm tone, "You need to remember how to act. There are certain rules to follow. You agreed to those rules. Good girls listen to their Daddies. Now you need to be punished. Get on my lap." Isabelle bent over and laid down on her father's lap, and then Daddy grabbed the back of her panties and pulled them up so that they were drawn in, exposing her milky white cheeks. "And what are these? You don't even put on the right panties for Daddy? These are not for wearing around the house! Where are your panties for Daddy?" "I'm sorry Daddy..." "What's gotten into you?" A firm hand came down with a smack and hit one cheek which started to redden. Daddy said in a stern voice, "Count to ten." "Yes Daddy... One." *Smack* Isabelle squeaked, "Two." The fatherly voice continued, "You were late to your daily practice." *Smack* "Three." "You were wearing pants at home." *Smack* "Four." "You were wearing the wrong panties." *Smack* "Eep, five." "What next? Another cock?" *Smack* "Six, no Daddy." "A boy? Another man? You want another man's cock down your throat, is that it?" *Smack* "Oh... seven... no Daddy, never!" "I try to raise you right, and this is what I get. A slut who doesn't do what she's told." *Smack* "Eight, I'm sorry Daddy, I'll do better, I swear!" "Probably going to come home some day and see you wiping the cum from some jock off of your face." *Smack* "Nine... no Daddy I could never, I just want your cock, only yours!" "Is that true? You wouldn't lie to Daddy, would you? You're my cumslut. You understand?" *Smack* "Ten. No Daddy I'd never lie to you, I'm so sorry, I'll be a good girl. Please forgive me, yours is the only sperm I that will be inside me, I only want the cum that made me." Tim softly grabbed his daughter's sensitive asscheeks and gently rubbed them. "That's a good girl, that's what I want to hear. You make your father so proud." Isabelle beamed with pride, feeling her father's hand express his gentle love. "Thank you Daddy, I'll make this practice the best one yet." Daddy took his fingers and felt around the folds of his daughter's pussy, rubbing through her panties. Just what he thought: wetness. "Did my darling girl get turned on?" Tim brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted his favorite flavor. Isabelle responded, "I just want to be a good whore for you, Daddy." "You are practically gushing, and you taste wonderful today. You are Daddy's little whore, no other little cum guzzler could taste this good. Get on your knees." Isabelle stood there in a halter top and panties, her long black hair cascading down her back. She definitely took more after her Asian mother than her Caucasian father. Nobody would know she was half-white until they were told, and even then, most didn't believe it. She didn't mind as it made it easier for them to have fun together in public. Her daddy was about a foot taller than her and she always felt so secure when he held her close to him in bed, on the couch, in a movie theater, or even when he held her hand as they walked through a mall. Isabelle descended down onto her knees. Daddy's voice softened, "Good girl. You know what to do." Isabelle crawled in between her father's legs and reached her delicate hands toward his crotch. She unfastened his belt and pants, then tugged at the hips as Daddy lifted his ass slightly to allow the pants to get pulled down. Tim's cock was straining against his boxers with the tip poking out through the left leg-hole. Isabelle's eyes were drawn to the reflective sheen spread around the cockhead that put her in her mother's womb. There was so much precum! Isabelle saw it and her mouth watered as her pussy made more delicious daughter-juice. "Again, I want to say I'm sorry Daddy, it's just that Katie's birthday is tomorrow, you remember her right? She's my blonde friend with the dad that has the same name as you. She was asking about when we..." "Honey, stop and get to practicing. We can talk about your friend later. You're an adult now and you have responsibilities. Listen to Daddy and focus on what's important right now." Tim took his daughter's hand and placed it on his cock, which she impulsively squeezed. Her pussy dripped. "I'm sorry Daddy, I shouldn't be so selfish. Look at that thing, it's huge! So hard and so wet." Isabelle took her right index finger and touched the tip, drawing up a string of precum. She followed it up with her thumb and maneuvered her index finger so that a string of precum was suspended between them. Tim groaned, "I'm just trying to raise you right, princess." "Just look at all this, you must really need me to practice." Isabelle brought her fingers to her mouth and licked up the delicious snack, causing both family members to sigh deeply and slightly roll their eyes back in their heads. "The thing is, Daddy, Katie is excited and nervous about tomorrow and she asked for my advice about mmph grrph hrrph..." Isabelle was interrupted as her father grabbed the back of her and pushed it down to his cock as she was talking. She opened her mouth wide like a good girl and let him inside, interrupting her explanation. "That's good, nice and deep." *Gasp, slurp, mmmm...* "Oh Daddy, I was just trying to say that Katie wanted me to tell her how I..." Isabelle's head was pushed down to her dad's cock again. "Sweetie you need to stop talking now. Concentrate on what matters. Her father will take care of things." Isabelle's pussy was practically gushing. One hand was grabbing onto her dad's thigh while the other was reached down to finger herself. This did not escape Daddy's attention. He pulled his daughter's face off of his cock and locked eyes with her. Her eyes were slightly teared up from the throat fucking, and her breath was heavy and gasping. "What did I just tell you? Concentrate on what you're doing. How can you concentrate when you're getting yourself off? This is practice. Do it right. Do I do anything else when I'm eating you out?" "No, Daddy." "Do I give you my full attention and love to give you the best orgasm I can?" "Yes Daddy." "Do you love Daddy as much as Daddy loves you?" Isabelle's cunt ached for attention as she said, "Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry Daddy. I'll be a good girl." "That's what I want to hear. Remember, family juices shouldn't go to waste. If you gush all over the carpet or I jizz in a sock, that isn't fair to either of us." Tim pushed his daughter's face down onto his cock one more time, the tip of his cock pushing to the back of her throat. Isabelle's pussy leaked down her thighs as she grabbed onto her daddy's hips and her eyes looked up at her father. *Gasp, pant* "Oh Daddy we almost did it that time, I think there's only an inch left to get down my throat." Isabelle looked like a goddess, a goddess with a slimy mess all over her face. "Take off your top. Get naked for Daddy." Isabelle took off the rest of her clothes as fast as she could and enthusiastically tried one more time to deepthroat the cock that she came from, making obscene gagging and choking noises she knew her daddy loved. She wanted a big load to savor and the best way to completely drain daddy's balls was to do what he wanted. Isabelle's head bobbed up and down on her father's lap, making a big, sexy mess that was smearing all over her face. She took her mouth off the cock she lusted after and position above it, a thick string connecting the tip of that big cock to her mouth. She tilted her head back and spread the mixture of juices all over her throat and breasts. "That's a good girl, just like I taught you," Tim croaked out as he was straining not to cum. His daughter was getting better every day but there was still room for improvement. There was no hiding Tim's pride for his daughter, though. He was sure she was better than all of her friends, from the conversations that he had with the other father's in the neighborhood. They all bragged about their daughter's as well, and he was sure they were exaggerating their daughters' skills. However Tim didn't need to exaggerate one bit to be able to top all the other dads' stories. The good daugher's face had streaked makeup as her fists and mouth moved up and down together on his cock. Her tongue danced around his shaft in all the right ways. She was sure not to hurt him with her teeth, which she was getting better at because she could hold her mouth wide open longer and longer. She was also getting better and better at suppressing her gag reflex. "No hands now, pumpkin." Isabelle obediently took her hands off the family rod and continued to enthusiastically move her head up and down, yearning for the baby batter from Daddy's balls to shoot once, twice, and then again and again into her mouth. Every time it happened it pushed her further into her addiction for fatherly cock; she was definitely a cumslut for daddy. Slurping and sucking noises filled the room as Isabelle's cheeks hollowed on each upstroke, her tongue massaging the shaft she came from not even 19 years ago. Worshiping it in this way was the least she could do, as it was what her daddy used to make her. Pleasing her daddy was her favorite thing in the world to do. She never wanted to make Daddy angry, it was just that she was still learning how to properly act now that she was of age. She was so happy to have a loving daddy who was patient and kind, helping her through life and giving her as much of his cock as he possibly could. Tim was close, the sight of his own offspring's cute face with his cock stuffed in it was a sight to behold. "Look up at Daddy." Isabelle looked up and locked eyes with her father as he grabbed her head with both hands and held it still as he humped up into her mouth. She was still expertly using her tongue and applying suction at the proper time. She hoped she made her daddy proud. Suddenly Daddy yelled, "Oh I'm close, honey, get ready! You're so... mmm, you're so good! I'm so proud of you!" Isabelle smiled as her father stopped humping up at her face and instead used his arms to move it up and down, as if he was using her head to jerk off. The feeling of her own father doing all this just felt... right. "OK sweetie, now finish it up yourself, no hands. Ahhh... mmm... and show it to me before swallowing. Ahh, oooh, mmm... you have to practice your impulse control." Isabelle kept her eyes locked with her father and slightly nodded, saying with a mouthful of cock, "Ymphs Ddmmph." "That's a good girl... here it comes, don't spill any... Aaaaahhh!" With a loud groan Daddy unloaded spurt after spurt of paternal seed, and Isabelle tried her best to keep it all in her mouth but there was just so much! She hadn't had any other cocks but somehow she knew that her daddy made huge loads. It was so hard to keep it all in her mouth! A little spilled out of the side of her mouth, and she accidentally swallowed a spurt or two, but she had kept most of the delicious cream she had worked so hard for in her mouth, waiting for Daddy to let her know when she could swallow it all. "Good girl, savor your reward." Isabelle's tongue danced around her mouth, whipping around the potent baby batter that she could never get enough of. The sensations of such a taboo act only added to the pleasure she felt from making her father so happy, and her pussy was gushing her own delicious juice as it leaked from another place that her Daddy owned. "Show it to me." Isabelle opened her mouth, proudly displaying the white, frothy cum that only moments before was inside of her father. "Good girl, now you can swallow." Isabelle took a big gulp, her pussy pulsing as daddycum flowed down her throat. She needed to be touched, she was ready to go off, but she needed to wait for Daddy. She needed to be patient. "Open wide, show me you got it all." Her mouth opened again, proudly showing the bulk of daddy's seed was now in her stomach, helping give her the nutrients a good girl needs. She imagined a coating of sperm remaining in her mouth, helping satiate her cravings until Daddy was able to feed her again. "Now remember, don't miss any." Isabelle obediently used her index finger to get the cum that escaped her mouth and licked it all up. She was about to scoop up the drops of a mixture of cum and saliva when Tim said, "No, wait, the rest of it should be massaged into your skin. It's good for you." "OK Daddy," Isabelle dutifully responded, and started to rub the slimy mixture around her breasts when Daddy took over. "I'll do that. Switch places." Tim got up and Isabelle sat down on the couch, as her father mauled her breasts and kissed her with his tongue dancing around hers. He made sure to add his own saliva to each of her breasts, making a trail down to her juicy snatch, overflowing with the daughter-juices that would make any father salivate. Every father has a right to the honey that flows from between his daughters' legs, whether he acknowledges it or not. Tim knew it, and he would never give it up to any man. This Daddy feasted like a starving man, reaching far inside his daughter's delicate folds in search of as much ambrosia as he could find. Her clit was properly cared for, helping to make him drunk on his own daughter's taste. Now it was Daddy's turn to get his face messy as he couldn't help but cover his face in her cream. Daughter Training Ch. 01 *Slurp*, *Lick* "Oooh, Daddy, that feels so good! I love you so much." *Slurp*, *Gulp*, *Lick* "Oh Daddy keep eating me! Keep drinking me up!" A loud scream echoed through the house, a scream of joy as Isabelle came like a rocket on her father's face, soaking it further, which only spurred Tim on as his hunger seemed to only increase. "OH MY GOD I'M COMING AGAIN! OH DADDY!" Isabelle's thighs squeezed her father's head, his green eyes looking up at her. Daddy kept licking and slurping but Isabelle had to push his head away, panting, "Oh too much, Daddy, too sensitive!" "I take it you enjoyed it?" "As much as you enjoyed helping me practice, I hope." Tim got up and snuggled with his daughter on the couch. He moved his head down to her neck, pecking at it with small kisses, whispering, "This practice was the best yet. I'm so proud of you, I love you so much. You're advancing faster than I ever thought. I think you've learned to control your cum-lust enough; you'll learn some new things tomorrow. Let's relax until dinner, I'll order some pizza. After that, finish any schoolwork you have then I'll give you your oral exam on what you've practiced until now. Remember, though, you need to concentrate because I won't be guiding you. I'm sure you'll do great, though. Worst case, you need more practice." With that Tim embraced his daughter closer and cupped her breasts possessively. Isabelle couldn't help but blush as she giggled and swelled with pride. "I love you too, Daddy. I just want to be a good daughter for you." With that, her ass wiggled against Daddy's crotch, nestling his paternal prick against her ass as she reached for the remote to find something to watch while they waited for dinner. "You're the best," Daddy whispered in his daughter's ear, "and mine." Daughter Training Ch. 02 "Sorry, I gotta go, my dad's home." Isabelle's words rattled around in Katie's head all night. It was a simple statement but there was a lot of meaning behind those words. No explanation was given, not that Katie expected one by now. She was the youngest in her group of friends, and over the last year the other girls began acting strange. Each of them changed their behavior not long after their 18th birthdays. Every one of them disappeared on their actual birthday for about a week, delaying any celebrations. They weren't in school, they weren't online, they didn't answer texts or calls. They simply ignored the world for a time, then came back happier than ever and usually dressing differently. Every time she asked another girl about what why they were acting different, her friend would only talk about how they are a lot closer with their father than before. Sometimes she would hear about "practice" or "training", but she'd never get a straight answer about what any of that was. "Your daddy will take care of everything," they said. "Listen to your daddy and everything will be wonderful." What did that mean? Why did they smile so much now? Katie had to know more about what would happen on her birthday so she texted her friend Emily, but after several minutes of no reply she called her up. Right before it went to voice mail Emily picked up with a muffled "mmph", followed by a "Hello?" which sounded like the person talking wasn't closing her mouth. It was apparent from the sounds Emily was making that Katie interrupted her while she was eating. She said her dad got her a big lollipop, and she didn't want to put it down because it might get ruined. Nevertheless, Katie thought, there's no reason to lick and suck and smack your lips that loudly while eating anything. Emily was even interrupting herself, shoving the candy in her mouth mid-sentence! A few times it even sounded like she gagged. "Take it easy, it's just candy, don't choke on it," Katie said. "But it's so delicious and I can't get enough of it," Emily said between licks. "I never knew you liked suckers that much." Emily only replied with a muffled laugh. Katie asked her questions but the conversation continued much like the previous talks with her friends, with the exception of being interrupted repeatedly by the noise of licking, sucking, slurping, and gagging. "That candy sure lasts a long time even with all that munching," Katie thought, "it must be a big one." Katie would have been offended by her friend's behavior if she hadn't already noticed so much strange behavior from everyone else. SOverall the conversation lead to no new knowledge and Katie couldn't understand roughly half the words her friend spoke, asking her to repeat herself several times. The conversation ended like the others, though, with "Listen to your daddy and everything will be wonderful!" At least she thought that's what she thought Emily said, with her mouth full of a big lollipop. So many emotions ran through Katie. She was envious of her friends, but nervous about the change that was coming. She sensed that in the morning, something would be different and her life would be more like her friends'. They were keeping something back, but had trouble concealing their excitement. Katie knew her friends wouldn't hurt her, or let something bad happen to her, so she knew she would be fine. She also knew that whatever it was, it would involve her Daddy, so it really must not be bad. There were other things she wondered about, too. There was a church located inside their community that everyone attended. The pastor had been living there with his family for many years (and he had a really big family). There were two sections for seating in the sanctuary, the ground floor and the balcony. She was never allowed up in the balcony because she was too young. She always looked up there, wishing she could see everything from up high, and could see the happy family members listening to the sermons on family love as daughters sat on their fathers' laps, sometimes facing the wrong direction. Her friends started sitting up there with their fathers after each of their birthdays, and she knew she would start doing it too. Last week Katie was bored while listening to the pastor drone on about family togetherness for the millionth time when she looked back and up and saw her friend Kristen sitting on her daddy's lap just like all the other daddies and daughters sitting in the front balcony row. From down below, she could see no more than the upper half or so of anybody sitting in the balcony. Soon Kristen leaned over, firmly gripping the railing with a look of intense concentration; she must have been very interested in the sermon. When Katie looked back a minute later, Kristen was turned around, hugging her father. Katie gave her attention again to the sermon for a couple more minutes before looking back and noticing that her friend was missing. Glancing around the balcony, Katie saw the other families enjoy the sermon together, but didn't see her friend. She was just about to give up when Kristen got up from the floor. "She must have dropped something important and and took a while find it," Katie thought. Just then, Katie wiped her mouth and licked her fingers for some reason, which seemed really weird, and sat right back down on her dad's lap. Katie loved her daddy with all her heart. Her father told her that any boy she wants to date has to be brought home for him to see before she is allowed to date him or especially spend any time alone with him. She had a feeling that no boy would ever meet his standards, so she never even tried. She knew this because her daddy would be even more selective than she was, and she already hadn't met a single boy that measured up. As the years went by, she realized she was comparing them all against her father, and thus didn't stand a chance. Mom had been gone years ago and it was daddy who loved her and raised her and Katie appreciated everything her daddy did for her. Not that the boys didn't try to get her. Her blonde hair framed her face with stunning blue eyes, which her dad always complimented her on, encouraging her to wear skirts that match them. Before going to bed her father hugged her close and whispered to her, "I love you, Katie." She closed her eyes as her soul lifted and all her worries lifted away as she replied, "I love you too, dad." "Call me daddy instead from now on, I like that more." "OK daddy," Katie replied, realizing she liked it better as well. Katie's father moved his hands up under his daughter's shirt to cup her breasts, which more than filled each of his hands. "Very good. No bras at night, they just get in the way." Tim's faced changed to a more stern expression as he started to outline his plan for his daughter, "These pajama bottoms won't do however, they are even worse than a bra. Stop using them. And let's take a look at your panties." He started pulling on his daughter's pajama bottoms, and Katie found herself instantly raising her ass to make it easier. Katie saw her daddy's expression change to look like he was almost insulted. "What are these? Take those off too. In fact, throw them in the bag. We'll get you all new clothes today. You're my beautiful angel, and you'll dress up how I say you will." Katie looked at her father. "What are you waiting for? Obey your father." There was a spreading wet spot on Katie's panties and it was already strange and sexy to see her father see that. As she stood up and pulled her panties down a string of her cream stretched and connected from her panties to her pussy until it snapped after it was drawn out too far. "And that!" Katie immediately knew her father saw blonde hair where it shouldn't be. "Too much hair. Your pussy needs to be bald. I see you shave it already but you need to do it more often. Always remember, don't cut the hair on your head too short, but make your pussy nice and smooth." "But it's only stubble, I shaved it not too long ago." "Did you shave for a boy?" Tim asked, worryingly. "No Daddy, it was just to see what it was like. It's nice to be bare around my vagina." Tim looked relieved. "Good girl. Shave it regularly to keep it nice and smooth. And don't call it a vagina, use other names for it, like pussy." "Yes Daddy." Katie stepped out of her panties, walked over to the trash bag, bent over and placed them inside. As she bent over her shirt uncovered her ass and she found herself posing herself just right so that her daddy could see her pussy. "Good girl. Now come back to bed. Daddy has been waiting a long time for this day and I'm very backed up." With that, Daddy's jeans fell to the floor, leaving a big, pointy lump pushing against his boxers. Tim guided his daughter to lie down as Katie's pussy leaked. She knew what was going to happen. "Do you know what's going to happen, Katie?" "I'm not sure, Daddy. Something fun?" Tim smiled, "Yes, my love, the most fun thing of all. I'm going to breed you." The bluntness of that statement almost took Katie's breath away. She had always wanted brothers and sisters, and her father had always told her she would have them someday, but he never remarried. "The reverend keeps his daughter BP&IK, that is, 'barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen'. You might get along with her, she's in her late 20's but, when two girls are both sluts for their daddies, they tend to be good friends. I don't think that little slut has missed a single chance to get pregnant since her 18th birthday. But you don't have to do that, baby, we'll stop after three siblings unless you want more. You can do whatever else you want, like take classes at college, but you'll have to take a full load from me every day before going to class." "Yes, Daddy. But about the reverend, you mean that all reverend's kids are..." "No, not all of them," Tim explained, "just over half are from his wife, but they try to time the pregnancies so she has 'twins' over the summer." Katie thought, "This is all making sense. Now I know why my friends are all so happy..." Tim interrupted Katie's thoughts with a command, "Take off everything. I want to see everything I made." Katie quickly discarded her top, and lay back on her golden hair, shimmering around her. Her breasts were unusually large for her frame, she was truly gifted. It was as if her body knew before she did that it belonged to the man that gave her life, and developed and grew for his exclusive use. Tim kneeled on the bed, pushing Katie's legs apart. "Sit up, you should get used to taking out my cock. You will be doing it every chance you get. No seed will be wasted. Remember that." As if in a trance, Katie sat up and extended her hands out to her father's boxers. If she adjusted them slightly she knew the massive family member would poke through the hole in the front but she wanted to see it all at once. She gripped both sides of the underwear and dragged it down until the cock hidden inside sprang out. "This is yours. Only yours." Katie didn't know quite what to say. She had seen pictures and video before, but this was different. This cock was what made her. All she could eek out was, "Yes Daddy. Thank you." "You're welcome sweetie. See all that wetness on the end?" Katie took her index finger and touched the end in reply, drawing it back, forming a string in the air. She couldn't help herself and placed it on her tongue. An shiver ran through her spine as a thirst was sparked that would never be sated. She leaned forward, her tongue brushing against the tip of that glorious cock ever so slightly, and Tim pulled back. "Hold on, there, not yet. That lesson will be soon. Every Daddy trains his daughter the way he sees fit, and blowjobs will be soon, but today, we are going straight to breeding. It's advanced material for most daughters but it's obvious when I look at your body that it's just made for breeding. My babies are going in there as soon as possible. Anyone who sees you will know that you have been claimed for life." Hearing her father talk was like listening to a truth that she knew innately, but had never put into words. "Of course, Daddy. I'm your daughter. You made me, so you own my body too." Tim's cock bobbed up and down with those words, as if it had a life of it's own. He groaned, as if trying to hold his cum in. "I knew you were a quick learner. Now lie back. We will get to other positions later, and you'll use your mouth to get me hard, but breeding you is top priority. Until you are pregnant all other lessons are on hold." Katie felt her father cover her as his cock poked at the entrance to her tight pussy. She was practically gushing, hornier than she had ever been before in her life. "Are you a virgin, sweetie?" "Yes, Daddy. I didn't know it until now but... I saved myself for you. You're the only man good enough." "Oh boy... sorry honey but this is going to sting a bit and I don't know how long I'll last. A body made for breeding like yours is enough to get me hard, but I've been waiting so long that a slight breeze might set me off." Katie almost surprised herself with her response. "The we'll have to make sure it all gets inside me, then, won't we?" With that Tim pushed, slowly slipping in inch after inch, quickly tearing his daughter's hymen with little pain, until he was balls deep. Katie was stuffed. Complete. Father and daughter kissed, fondled, and gyrated together on Katie's bed. Moving in and out, slowly, so as not to hurt his daughter, Tim kept himself under control, trying to distract himself by making out with his daughter instead. Kissing her neck, face, forehead, and lips, he wanted to cover her entire body with demonstrations of his love. Soon tongues came out and intertwined, as passionate love was leading to a new life. "This is how all children should be conceived," Katie thought. "How could a family with this much love not be a good thing?" "I want your babies, Daddy. Our babies. My siblings. Give me a sister first, Daddy, if you can. A brother is good too though." "Oh, Katie, yes, I'll give you as many as you want." Feeling so owned, so loved, made Katie feel so lucky. This was what she wanted. Other people wanted money or possessions, but Katie wanted her father's children to grow inside her. She wanted to be marked with his cum. She wanted it to drool out of her, splatter over her, physical proof to the world that she was claimed. Katie's mind drifted to a thought of going to her friend's house with splatters of cum all over her face and thighs and showing her friend's entire family that she was finally claimed as her father's property. Then when that daddy saw her, he'd drag his own daughter to a bed to do the same thing. As sexy thoughts of her perfect future flooded her head, a spark set off in her pussy. She was actually going to cum! Tim groaned and strained when he spoke, "I don't think I can last much longer, honey." "It's OK Daddy, I think I... I think... Oh, oh, don't stop! Don't stop! Keep going! Right there! RIGHT THERE! OOOOHHHHH!!" Katie went into spasms around her father's cock, as if her pussy was tired of waiting for the cum it was owed and finally did all it could to demand it be deposited inside her immediately. Of course, the daddycock happily complied. "Take it all! It's all for you! I'm knocking you up! I'm knocking up my own daughter!" Tim pushed in hard, instinctually trying to get his sperm up to the waiting egg. They wouldn't find out until Katie was fucked silly over and over again, each time taking precautions to get all of the family seed as far in her womb as possible, but Katie was an extremely fast learner. She passed her breeding lesson with flying colors on her first try. The happy couple made the sister Katie always wanted on their first try. Sweaty and full of love and lust that would never die, the incestuous couple kissed and cuddled until Katie's stomach rumbled. "Sounds like my little girl needs to eat. After you catch I'll help provide good nutrition with my seed at least once a day but for now let's go get a big breakfast. We have to go get you a new wardrobe." "Alright, I'll just shower and dress, Daddy." "No, not yet. You can lick up the cum that drips out but don't clean it up any other way. You need to get used to the taste and the feel of it. It marks you as mine. It will happen a lot from now on. Put on the shortest skirt you own and leave your panties off, we're going to the mall, the big one a few towns away." Katie felt proud to be owned by such a loving and wise daddy and leaned in and kissed him to tell him so. "How hungry are you, Katie?" "I could wait a little bit," Katie said with a smirk. Tim cupped his daughter's face with his palm and looked into her eyes, "Maybe we can breed you once more before leaving. After all, it is the best time of the month for it." Katie smiled and leaned in to kiss her father, saying, "Yes, the clothes can wait. My pussy could use some more daddycum before we go." Then with a thoughtful look, she continued, "Just think, if we do it right, I could be on stage during graduation, with a swelling tummy that I'll hold and rub in front of everyone as I grab my diploma. Then on my first day of class at college I'll show up with a huge belly, and my skirts will barely fit. Huge because of you, Daddy! All the boys at college will know this daddyslut is already owned!" Katie and her daddy didn't get to the mall that day. Katie used her mouth on her father's cock, licking and slurping to help get it hard so Tim could deposit inside of his daughter whatever sperm he had left. They stayed in Katie's bed all day, fucking, kissing, and fondling, only stopping when necessary. Daddy and daughter would have to go to the mall the next day, that is, unless Katie could still manage to drain more of the potent daddycum from her father's cock. Daughter Training Ch. 03 Isabelle hadn't seen her friend Katie in over two weeks. She hadn't been to school or church since her training started. Her absence was understandable as all daughters in Fertile Valley had a breaking-in period to adjust to their life as the sole property of their fathers. Since a girl didn't have control over the date of her 18th birthday, the entire community adjusted as best as they could to help each daughter be the best little slut they could be for their daddies. Each girl was forgiven up to an entire month of absences in school around her special time, but they still needed to make up their schoolwork when they returned, so most were only out of school for a week or two. More and more local businesses were offering new hires extra vacation days for the purpose of training any barely-legal offspring. Local businesses that didn't espouse bigoted views against family loved thrived, and women took advantage of the progressive benefits as well. More than a few single women yearning for an incestuous owner took advantage of the extra vacation days to give themselves completely to their virile sons, in no time becoming double-milfs, and using their maternity leave nine or ten months later. Some families had more liberal arrangements. One of the most influential families in the community consisted of a man and wife and a very, very full house. The patriarch of the family was the proud father of not just a double-daughter, but a triple-daughter. He won the lottery a while back and is living the happiest life he could dream up, full of love and lots of incest babies, not lots of pointless material possessions. Isabelle was worried for her friend as she didn't want her to be overwhelmed with schoolwork when she returned. She had been dropping off lecture notes and homework for her friend, leaving them at the front door of her house. Taped to that door was a hand-written sign that said "Do Not Disturb: Breeding", with little hearts instead of dots over the i's. Isabelle had been learning her lessons well and was an excellent daughter. Today, like other days, Isabelle had properly welcomed her father home from work like a daughter should, on her knees with an eager mouth. She had changed into proper attire to greet him, which today consisted of a short flowery sundress and no panties. Her pussy moistened as she bobbed her head, leaving a deliciously sloppy mess in her delicate folds for her daddy to clean up with his tongue.The father/daughter couple talked as the family cock was properly worshiped, and during this time Isabelle mentioned her plan to visit her friend that night. Her daddy saw this as a good opportunity to mark her as his property before she left the house. Tim noticed boys looking at her with lust but he wanted to make it clear to anybody that saw Isabelle tonight that she was claimed. After a good 20 minutes of cock worship, Isabelle sat still as her father painted her face with jet after jet of fatherly sperm. Like a good girl, she eagerly accepted the cream wherever her daddy wanted to put it and waited until he was done covering her in proof of ownership before she licked and cleaned his cock and got ready to go. Isabelle knew all women looked better with a mouthful of cock or a cum-covered face, but after looking in the mirror she knew she looked practically irresistible. Only one man would ever own her body, though. Everyone else could look, but could never touch. While walking down the sidewalk, the daddycum that covered her glistened in the sun. She had grown up a lot recently and loved the feeling of being her father's cumslut. She knew she was lucky to be in a place that accepted family love for what it was: love, plain and simple. Her breasts pressed against her dress, the cum spots partially hidden by the flower pattern. Isabelle thirsted for every drop of her father's seed as it soaked into her skin and wanted nothing more than to scoop it all up with her fingers and savor the taste but her father told her to leave it be so that anyone who saw her while she was outside that he was properly taking care of her. When a drop or two of precious seed threatened to drip off of her face, however, Isabelle used a finger to catch it and then licked it up. Daddy would approve; if her father had taught her anything, she knew that she should not ever waste any of his cum. It was better for the incestuous seed to be on her tongue than on the sidewalk. Wearing the cum. however, gave it's own sensations which she never expected. She enjoyed the scent and feeling of being coated in her daddy's gift which was part of him, and made her. She also greatly enjoyed the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed, and the look her daddy gave her as she left the house meant that he'd have even more for her by the time she got back, the thought of which made her salivate. The walk was only about five minutes and as she walked, her skirt rustled around her thighs and her pussy became more and more moist. Neighbors greeted her as she walked by, and cyclists and drivers waved. A couple boys made obscene gestures that represented giving head; only a month ago she would have blushed and looked down, but now after experiencing so much love from the man that made her, she was filled with confidence and simply smiled and yelled back, "Yep, my daddy's cock is the best!", causing the boys to blush instead of her. No doubt, after seeing her, they were ready to pump their seed into their sisters and mothers. Katie's room was on the second floor of the house and faced the street, with her bed under the window. That is where much of the family fucking was done, but the entire house was fair play. There was a thin curtain drawn over the window but it wasn't enough to hide everything, only the the fine details. At night one could easily see silhouettes, such as that of a girl's body moving up and down. Any doubt as to what might be happening would be erased due to the fact the window was slightly cracked open and sounds were escaping the room into the front yard. What was audible at any given time depended on how close the listener was, and at what point in the lovemaking the lovers happened to be. Groans, moans, cries of "Daddy!" and "I'm cumming in my little girl!" would be heard clearly if one stood on the sidewalk in front of the house. If one was close enough the sound of the bed creaking and a bedpost slamming into a wall with a natural rhythm could be heard. The neighbors would have complained about this reckless display of incestuous love if if it were anywhere else but Fertile Valley. In this place, however, the residents were wise enough to see that this couple only served to inspire family love in all its forms to anyone within earshot. One family right next door, for instance, had paired off into daddy/daughter and mother/son couples a few years ago, much like many families that lived nearby, and they enjoyed hearing and seeing evidence of strong family love. Both women were pregnant, again. They looked forward to raising their incestuous babies in a world without discrimination against those who realized that expressions of deep love shouldn't be restricted to non-family members. In Fertile Valley, any family member can fuck any other, even getting them knocked up, and their community would help out as best it could, giving a supportive environment to family love. Some residents were doctors who would help out when the baby was being delivered, keeping things quiet when a male relative like a father, son, or brother wanted to be bold and sign the birth certificate as the daddy. As Isabelle approached the house it was clear that Katie and Tim were close to finishing another round of breeding. She was already horny and trying hard not to lick up the cum on her face but the thought of that cum also being in her pussy made her slit gush. With no panties she was starting to feel enough of her juices building up to threaten to slide down her thighs. But what else did she feel, was it jealousy? She knew her father must have loved her just as much as Katie's dad loved his daughter. She assumed she would be fucked properly when the time came, but did he want to breed her? Did she want her own siblings inside her? The answer was "yes" as soon as the question crossed her mind. To Isabelle, her life was already wonderful. All she needed was to worship daddy's cock and let him fuck her face whenever he felt the urge. Getting to show off his love with a big belly stretching short skirts and no panties would simply make things perfect. Daddy was the only man she would ever need. Daddy loved her more than any other man ever could and in addition to giving her copious amounts of seed, as much as he could make, but he also buried his face in her shaved snatch, which was just icing on the cake. His seed tasted sooooo good, she almost didn't want it in her pussy, but maybe that would change when daddy started the breeding lessons. As Isabelle reached the front steps the love emanating from inside the house became stronger with each passing second. Cries of "Take it all! It's all for my little girl!" and "Yes Daddy! Give me a sister!" were ringing in the air and Isabelle now had a line of cream running down past her knee. Isabelle wanted to see what she was missing out on and was glad that the door happened to be unlocked. "I guess when all you do is fuck all day you have no worries," Isabelle thought with a smile. The door creaked open slightly and as Isabelle's eyes adjusted to the reduced light she saw takeout food containers and pizza boxes, which helped to explain how they got away with keeping themselves in the house for weeks now. As she stepped into the entryway and closed the door behind her the sound of bedposts hitting the wall echoed through the house. Tip-toeing up the stairs, she crept closer to the bedroom, and the creaking of the bed and the squeaking of the bedsprings got louder. Isabelle was elated the bedroom door was open. She wanted to see with her own eyes, to know what it was she was missing, what it was she would soon beg her Daddy to do. The sounds were louder now, happening more frequently. The two lovers were beyond words, focused on pleasure and making new life. Isabelle arrived at the doorway, mouth agape and staring at the two incestuous lovers on the bed rutting together. They had switched positions now, with Katie bent over, ass up, a plaid skirt hiked up over her hips, a t-shirt rolled up over her exposed tits which were smashed into the bed, and her head turned with her eyes facing the door. Her daddy was giving powerful thrusts, pushing her face into the bed as her eyes rolled back and her mouth gaped open. "Breed me! Breed me! Make me yours forever, Daddy!" "Here you go, more cum only for you, I'm gonna keep your belly big and full of incest babies and drink the milk from your tits!" Isabelle had her eyes glued to the place where father filled daughter and shoved both of her hands to her crotch, trying desperately to scratch an itch that she knew she couldn't satisfy until she got home. "Show my friend what it means to breed!" Katie screamed. "I love you so much!" Tim yelled, pushing into his daughter in one final thrust. After emptying everything he had inside her, Tim pulled out then maneuvered himself to kiss his daughter passionately. "Umm... hi, Katie" Isabelle meekly squeaked out, her fingers stuffed in her snatch. "I just wanted to remind you of the big exams so you don't have problems graduating." Katie moved her mouth away from her daddy's for a second, "Yes, I know, but I can't help it. Plus all our teachers live in Fertile Valley and have kids at least as old as us. Mr. Johnson and Mr. Conners both have daughters with swelling bellies, and Mrs. Conners, Mr. Conners' wife? Well that's probably the son's fault, considering that house paired off into daddy/daughter mom/son couples a few years ago." "What my daughter is trying to say, I think," Tim said between words while kissing Katie's neck and squeezing her tits, "is that the teachers understand that I have a few weeks of vacation time from work, and my daughter needs all the quality time she can get." Isabelle was speechless. She stood there, witnessing the two lovebirds making out while the daughter had a womb full of paternal seed, as she herself had a face covered in drying daddycum. "And I see your dad is lucky to have such a great daughter," Tim said, finally causing Isabelle to blush. Katie interjected, "Maybe we can have a double-date! Our studs can take us out on the town and show us off." Isabelle perked up and said, "I'd love that! By the way do you guys do anything else besides fuck?" Katie replied, "Well we try, but we don't get very far." *giggle* "We do manage to go out and eat sometimes but usually while waiting for the food daddy drags me into the bathroom and by the time we get back the food is cold." Tim added, "We also got her some more appropriate clothes for being daddy's slut. We always end up getting more than we plan on, though, because it isn't nice to put clothes back on the shelf after getting sperm on them. Katie has a lot of skirts now, and a few other things." "Oh right! You should see this, Belle!" Katie fished around her mess of a bed and yanked out a pair of panties and held it up. On the backside it said in cursive lettering a single word: "Owned". Flipping it over there were more words stitched over the crotch area that read: "Daddy's Cock Only". Isabelle was creaming even more now. It was itching, yearning, screaming for daddycock of its own. She wanted what Katie had. "That's great Katie! I'd love a pair like that. I need to, um, go though. I have to talk to my daddy. See you later!" She didn't even give a chance to let the incestuous couple reply before she bolted away, aching with horniness and the overwhelming desire to have her daddy claim her. Katie knew what her friend wanted, and and hoped they could both graduate high school together with big tummies. Seeing her friend with a face covered in cum, however, was a big turn on to both her and her daddy and soon she was bouncing on her daddy's dick, feeling loved and satisfied. As Isabelle got out to the sidewalk she heard her friend cry out words she ached to tell her own father as soon as she got home. "Take me, own me, forever! I belong to my daddy!"