The Cindy Chronicles Chapter Eight © 2010 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com There was still a week to go before the next gathering, which would take place over a three-day weekend. Five days of writing and meetings for me, five days of school for Cindy. But it wasn't all work for us. Early in the week, items I'd ordered on the internet began to arrive via express shipping. Cindy wanted to look her best for dinners at the gathering, so I bought her some new outfits, mostly lingerie. That Monday night, after dinner, she modelled her new things for me: a sexy red garter belt and panty set with red fishnets and little red patent leather pumps. The panties had a lacy slit in the crotch, and though the heels weren't too high, she wobbled a bit when she walked. I also bought her a pair of pretty pink ruffled panties with built-in garter tabs that held up a pair of lacy pink stockings. Finally, Cindy modelled a bikini panty and crop top set made from rich burgundy silk with dainty white lace trim, the deep red hue matching my silk boxers. But pretty undies weren't the only things I bought my little girl. From an online sex paraphenalia shop, I'd purchased some toys and other things to entertain us like a strappy leather harness, like the one she wore at Max Formann's house, that looked so sexy against her creamy skin, along with a collar, leash, and kneepads. I bought Cindy a double-ended dildo she could use with her friends, a large, realistic-looking vibrating penis, and a set of fur-lined cuffs and restraints that could attach to the corner posts of my bed. Cindy couldn't wait to try them out. Strapped into her sexy harness, I placed some pillows in the middle of my bed. Cindy lay down on top of them, face down, her cute little ass jutting in the air. With the new vibrator humming away in her pussy, I applied some lubricant to her tight bottom. "Do me, Daddy," Cindy cooed. "I want you in my bottom." "Anything for you, princess," I said, pressing the tip of my cock to her tight little ass. Her anus yielded to the pressure of my hardness, and my little girl moaned as my meat invaded her tender hole. I could feel the vibrator stuffed in her slit; it sent stimulating waves through her body. "Oh, yes...oh, Daddy...oh...oh..." As I thrust my cock in and out of her gripping anus, Cindy began to come almost immediately, straining against the restraints, her hips rocking on top of the pillows. Her ass tightened around my shaft as she came, and she shuddered as she cried out, giving voice to her pleasure. I knew I couldn't last long and I didn't, erupting in my little girl's bottom and filling it with my seed. Two nights later, Kristina and I went out for dinner while Petra and Mikel looked after Cindy. It was as much a date as a chance to gauge Kristina's interest in joining the gathering. I managed to get a secluded table at a bistro whose popularity had peaked a year before, and we shared an enjoyable dinner out of earshot of the other diners. "You mean many families attend this...gathering?" Kristina asked as we sipped our coffee. "Forty or fifty out of around a hundred total," I said. "And they do things like we do with..." "Yes." "Interesting," she said. "In Czechoslovakia, I had heard of groups like these, but I thought they were mere rumors. I would be interested in seeing this." "Great," I said. "Dr. Formann will want to meet you, Mikel, and Petra. How's tomorrow night?" "We are free," she replied. We returned home later that evening. The kids were upstairs in my bedroom; Petra was tied to the bed with the new restraints. Mikel was between her legs, pounding away at her hot teen snatch. Cindy, wearing her harness, was rubbing a vibrator over Petra's nipples. The teen girl was in the throes of an orgasm, her body shaking as she struggled against the straps. "I see the children have been busy," Kristina said, unzipping her dress. Underneath, she wore a red satin bra and panty set. I stood behind her and unclasped her bra, cupping her bare breasts as we watched our kids play. Kristina reached back and unzipped my fly, fishing in my trousers for my hardening cock. She pulled her panties down around her thighs and nestled my prick between her soft ass cheeks, grinding her bottom against my hardness. Mikel grunted as he spent his seed in his sister's snatch. His thrusts slowed to a halt, and then he withdrew from her messy hole and got up off of Petra's lithe teen body. Immediately, Kristina crawled into bed, knelt between her daughter's legs, and began to lap up her son's cream that oozed from Petra's cooze. I knelt on the bed behind Kristina's upturned ass and fingered her hot, wet snatch. She began to moan as she licked her daughter's slit. Cindy turned her attention from Petra to her mother. She fondled Kristina's perky breasts, making the woman's nipples stiffen and grow erect. As I guided my hard cock into Kristina's wet hole, Cindy used the vibrator to stimulate the Czech woman's nipples and clit. The two of us had Kristina coming in no time at all, and after I spurted my load in her pussy, Petra, free of her restraints, returned the favor, licking my semen from her mother's twat. The next evening, after dinner, I brought Kristina and our kids over to to Dr. Formann's house. Mark and Mindy were out studying with friends, and unlike my first time to Max's house no other families were present. It was a brief visit: the doctor took blood samples from Kristina, Mikel, and Petra, then we talked over drinks. Max briefly spoke about the gathering, and Kristina and her kids listened with interest. As we left, the doctor, who'd been quite taken with Kristina and her lovely children, said he'd put a rush on the bloodwork and call before the end of the next day. In my car on the drive back to our place, Mikel and Petra had plenty of questions about the gathering. "Naked?" Mikel asked. "Everyone goes around naked?" "Except for dinner," Cindy explained. "Then you have to wear underwear." "And what if I don't want to do something with someone?" Petra asked. "Then you don't have to," Cindy said. "But everyone has these colored bracelets that show what you like to do." "And there are girls my age there?" Mikel asked. "Six to eighteen," I replied. "Lots of teens." "Yeah, they're pretty cool," Cindy added. "Did you have fun, Cindy?" Petra asked. "Oh, lots!" Cindy said. "I can't wait to go back." She described all of the things she'd done that weekend, all the cocks she sucked and fucked, all the people who loved to lick her bald little puss. By the time we got back to our block, I could tell Mikel and Petra were just as eager as Cindy to attend the gathering. Instead of all of us spending the night together, we decided to save ourselves for the weekend. We dropped Kristina and her kids off at their house and drove the short distance home. The next day, Kristina called. The doctor had given everyone a clean bill of health. That Friday afternoon, we'd all drive over to the mansion in the Hills early, so Petra could get her colored bracelets, then we'd attend the opening night dinner in the ballroom. It was a holiday weekend and many festive events were planned. "Such a big house," Kristina said as we drove up the long driveway. The grounds had ample parking, mostly in a grassy area off to the side of the mansion. Already, I counted a couple of dozen cars. Katherine, the woman who'd given Cindy her bracelets, met us at the door. We entered her office and she gave me and Kristina keys to our separate but adjoining rooms. While Katherine spoke with Mikel and Petra, Cindy and I brought our bags up to our room. Kristina and her family followed us a few minutes later. Petra sported her bracelets: blue, pink, brown, black, and green, just like Cindy. "She asked me about 'golden showers'," Petra said. "I didn't know what that was." "Watersports," I said. "People peeing on each other." "No!," Petra exclaimed. "They do that?" "In the small building with the sign that says 'SHOWERS'," I replied. It was a hot, humid afternoon, so we decided to take a dip in the pool before dinner. Naked, except for our flip-flops, we headed downstairs. On the way to the back of the mansion, we ran into Grandpa Al. "Ah, this is the lovely family the doctor told me about," he said, kissing the back of Kristina's hand. "What beautiful children you have." "Thank you," Kristina said, charmed by the older man. "I hope you enjoy this weekend," Al said. "Wonderful to see you again, Cindy." "You, too, Grandpa," she said, gazing at his thick cock, hanging limp from a bushy thatch of grey pubes. "We're going for a swim." "It's a good day for that," Al said. "I might join you if I can finish some last minute business." With that, he excused himself and padded down the carpeted hall towards the offices. We headed in the opposite direction, out on to the wide terrace. A man was laying the padded mats on one end while a teen girl busied herself stocking buckets with condom, lubes, and sex toys. Under a white tent, the refreshments had already been laid out. I poured a couple of glasses of wine for me and Kristina and grabbed soda for her kids and juice for Cindy. There were a few people in the pool already, mostly kids playing Marco Polo, though a man in his thirties and a younger woman in her late teens were enjoying each other near the deep end, joined together under the water. Kristina and I staked out a couple of lounge chairs while the kids put their drinks down and jumped in the water. A couple of the Marco Polo players recognized Cindy, who introduced Petra and Mikel before joining the game. "This is so beautiful," Kristina said. "I've never been in a place so nice." I told her what Al had said to me, about the origins of the place, built decades ago by a religious denomination, and complete with a padded dungeon. I noticed Serena and her boys, Juan and Pablo, at the refreshments tables and waved. She waved back, and a couple of minutes later joined us at the pool. After I introduced her to Kristina, she sat with us while her boys dived into the pool. While the women made small talk, I got up from my lounge chair and dived into the pool. The water was cool and refreshing. As I swam a few laps along the length of the pool, a girl about Cindy's age began to swim with me, matching me stroke for stroke. A natural born swimmer, I thought. After about six laps I rested, hanging off the side of the pool at the deep end. "Hello," the girl said, treading water next to me. She had long strawberry blonde hair and a scattering of freckles on her nose and cheeks. "Hi," I replied. "You're a very good swimmer." "Thanks," she said, with a cute English accent. "So are you." "I'm Randy." "My name is Trina," the girl said. "But everyone calls me Trinket." "That's very cute," I said. "But so are you." "Thanks," she said, giggling and blushing. "Do you want to race?" "Race?" I said. "Sure. What do I get if I win?" "I'll suck you," she said. "But if I win you have to lick on me." I gave a sideways glance at her wrist, looking for her colored bracelets: blue, pink, green, and yellow. "Deal," I said. "Cool," Trinket said. "Ready...set...go!" Trinket had a three foot head start, but I used the wall to push off, temporarily negating her advantage. However, she was a strong, fast swimmer and was two yards ahead of me when we reached the shallow end. She was small enough to somersault in three feet of water and push off with her legs, while I would have conked my head if I tried that. I was three yards from touching the wall when she passed me going the opposite way. Not even a last second burst of speed could catch her. "I win!" Trinket exclaimed when she reached the starting point. I thought about complaining about her head start, but there was no point in that. Besides, I'd enjoy licking Trinket's hairless pussy. The girl climbed out of the water and fetched a couple of towels, laying them on the cement walkway by the edge of the pool. Trinket sat down on the edge, her legs dangling in the water, and laid back on the towels, propped up on her elbows. Steadying myself against the edge of the pool between her legs, I leaned in and kissed her hairless little pussy before probing her cleft with my tongue. "Ooooohhh..." Trinket began to moan as I ate her tiny slit. When the tip of my tongue teased her tiny clit, her bottom began to rock on the towels and her moaning grew louder. I swirled my tongue over her little button and probed her passage with a single finger, making the pretty little girl gasp with delight. "Oh...oh...yes...oh..." Trinket's thighs began to quiver as I lashed her tiny pearl. I had two fingers inside her pussy, sliding them in and out. She was wet, and not just from the pool, her young sex moistening as I fingerbanged her little box. Suddenly, she cried out and sat up, her trembling thighs clamped against my shoulders. "Oh, yes...oh, yes...oh, my..." Trinket's pussy spasmed and contracted around my fingers when she came, her passage dripping wet with her juices. I'd never seen a girl that young get so wet. Finally, she pushed my head away from her sex and I pulled my fingers out of her dripping hole. Trinket slid off of the towels and into the pool, wrapping her arms and legs around me and giving me a kiss. "Thanks, Randy," she said. "You really ate me good. That was a nice come." "You're welcome, Trinket," I said. "You did win after all." "Want a rematch?" she said. "You'll just beat me again," I said. "Not swimming," Trinket giggled, reaching for my hard cock and giving it a gently squeeze. "Let's play 'Who Comes First?'" "How do you play that?" I asked. "You put your willie in me and whoever comes first wins," she said. "Okay," I said. "I think I like that better than swimming." Trinket guided my cock to the entrance to her sex, lowering herself down on my hard tool. She was incredibly wet inside, and my cock entered her tight little hole easily. She steadied herself with her hands on my shoulders and began to slide up and down my hard shaft. "Ooooh...you have a big willie...I love big willies in my fanny," Trinket cooed. I puzzled over this last statement. Trinket didn't have a brown bracelet. Then I remembered that fanny was English slang for the female sex organ. "You have a sweet little fanny, Trinket," I said, holding her slender waist and guiding her up and down my hard cock. Trinket began to moan louder, her eyes closed as my hardness slid in and out of her tender little hole. As with the race, she'd had a head start on me. "Oh...oh...oh, yes...oh, dear...oh..." I felt Trinket begin to tremble as she bounced on my pole, her incredibly wet pussy gripping my cock as it filled her tiny twat. I cupped her soft little bottom and urged her to go faster, and this sent her over the edge, bringing her to a loud, shuddering climax. Her tight little slit spasmed around my shaft as she came, urging me to fill her tiny channel with my cum. But I held out a few moments longer. This was one race I didn't mind losing. "I won," Trinket said, breathlessly. "Now it's your turn." She did something with her pussy muscles, a conscious act, not the involuntary orgasmic spasm, tightening her muscles around my shaft. Between that and her wetness, it felt amazing, like she was trying to milk the semen out of me. It worked: I erupted in her wet little hole, spurt after spurt of my hot cum filling Trinket's tiny pussy. She gasped when she felt the spreading warmth of my sperm fill her insides. "Ooooh...you come a lot!" Trinket said. "It feels lovely!" We stayed connected in the water for a few minutes, drifting towards the shallow end of the pool. Then Trinket pulled herself off my cock, gave me a quick kiss, and got out of the pool. I swam another couple of slow laps before getting out and returning to the lounge chairs. "Did you have fun with Trinket, Daddy?" Cindy asked. She was sitting with Petra, who was applying sunblock to my little girl's skin. "Yes, princess," I said. "She's an excellent swimmer." I had another glass of wine by the pool before we all headed upstairs. Cindy and I took a shower to wash the chlorine off of our skin before getting dressed for dinner. Cindy wore her new ruffled pink garter panties with pink stockings and black ballet flats. I had purchased some new silk boxers that week, and opted for an emerald green pair. We met up with Kristina, Mikel and Petra in the hallway. "That's so pretty, Cindy," Petra said, running her hand over Cindy's lacy bottom. The teen girl wore a skimpy black lace thong while her brother had a pair of black cotton briefs on. Kristina had chosen a pair of white satin french cut briefs that flattered her petite figure. We all headed down to the ballroom for dinner. Outside the ballroom was a poster for a special event being held the next morning. It read "Fathers and Daughters: A Celebration Workshop". This was the instructional seminar I had discussed with Dr. Formann the weekend before. A noted sex therapist, a member of our gathering, would conduct this, and it was open to all fathers and girls aged 8 to 12. Cindy and I lined up at the buffet and filled our plates before finding our table. We were seated with Kristen and her kids, Serena and her boys, along with Jing Li and Jade, and John and Madison. Serena wore a skimpy pair of red string bikini panties while her boys wore plain white cotton boxer briefs. Cindy, Madison, and Jade sat together, talking as they ate. "Did you see that poster outside?" I asked John, who was seated to my right. "The father-daughter thing?" he said. "Yeah, that's it. I'm thinking of going with Cindy." "Cool," John said. "I'll see if Maddie wants to go, too." Coffee and liquour followed dinner, and we relaxed around the table, adults on one side, kids on the other, making pleasant conversation. Someone began tapping on a glass and Al stood up to address the crowd. "Welcome to the first long weekend of the season," he said. "We've got a record turnout, and we're gonna have three fun-filled days. I'll keep it brief, because I know everyone's got better things to do than listen to me prattle on." "Tomorrow morning at ten, after breakfast, we're having the first in what I hope to be a long series of seminars. This one is for fathers and their daughters, aged 8 to 12, and it's going to be conducted by one of our members, Summer, a licensed sex therapist. Summer, would you stand up, please?" A woman in her mid-thirties with short brown hair stood up and waved. "Thank you," Al continued. "When I say 'seminar', I don't mean a boring lecture like those you remember in college. Summer tells me this is going to be a hands-on workshop. I know how all of you love hands-on types of activities." Laughter from the crowd followed this remark. "So, I encourage you daddies and daughters to attend. Summer tells me that the goal is enhancing the pleasure of your relationship. Also, the girls should attend in their panties, though I doubt they'll be wearing them for long." More laughter. "That's it," John said. "We're going." He leaned over the table to whisper something to Madison, who smiled and nodded her head. Cindy smiled as well, and winked at me. I'd let her in on the subterfuge. "We hope to extend these seminars in the weeks that follow," Al said. "Fathers and teen daughters, mothers and sons, mothers and daughters, and yes, fathers and sons. We'll have adult-adult encounter groups as well, since so many of our parents enjoy each other's company." "Okay, I've said enough," Al concluded, raising his glass. "I wish you all a happy, healthy, sexy, fun weekend." The crowd met this with applause and cheering. After dinner, we all took a stroll around the grounds: Cindy and me, Kristina and the twins, Serena and her boys, John and Madison, Jing Li and Jade. It was a clear, warm night, light from the mansion illuminating the area. We all sat down near the pool. John had snagged a bottle of wine from the refreshments table, and we passed it around. Cindy and Madison started kissing, and that seemed to break the ice in our little group. Before long, Serena was sucking Mikel, Jing Li had Juan's cock in her hand, gently stroking it, while her daughter Jade curled up between John's legs and began to suck his hard cock. Pablo was suckling on Petra's perky little tits while she stroked his stiff dick. Kristina and I began to kiss, my hands cupping her pert titties. By now, Cindy and Madison had crawled into a sixty-nine position, licking each other's little pussy. Mikel had mounted Serena, his hands filled with the latina's breasts while he pumped her hungry hole. Juan was taking Jing Li from behind while Jade had straddled John's hips, his hard cock stuffing her tiny twat. Petra pulled Pablo on top of her and was guiding his stiffy into her shaved pussy. Kristina was on all fours now, facing our little group, wiggling her sexy little ass saucily, inviting me to enter her. I gladly accepted, and as she parted her lips with her fingers, exposing her passage, I guided my cock into her wet pussy. Cindy and Madison were coming now, their moans muffled by each other's tender slit. This seemed to spur everyone on to more passionate lovemaking. Jade was bouncing up and down on John's thick tool, furiously rubbing her clit as she began to come. Jing Li was singing out, too, spurred on by her daughter's cries of pleasure and Juan's energetic thrusts. Serena let out her characteristic high pitched squeal as she climaxed around Mikel's teen tool. Petra was next, Pablo's vigorous fucking making up for his young dick's lack of girth. "Oh...oh, yeah...fuck me...fuck me..." Kristina urged me on, begging to get pounded. I pumped her needy pussy hard, my thighs slapping against hers, her small breasts jiggling as I banged her from behind. I could hear John groan as he filled Jade with his hot, thick semen, followed by the softer sound of boys here and there spurting various amounts of sperm inside the pussies they were fucking. That spurred Kristina's orgasm as well as my own. As she came, grinding her ass against my hips, taking me deep inside her, I erupted, filling her sex with jet after jet of my hot cum. Cindy and Madison, not having had their fill of pussy, went around cleaning everyone up, licking dripping pussies and sticky cocks clean with their lips and tongues. They finally got around to me and Kristina, with Madison licking her oozing cooze and Cindy cleaning my cock with her mouth. When she was done, we shared a cum-flavored kiss. We took a dip in the pool afterwards, the cool water invigorating us as we swam and floated under the humid night air. Cindy and Madison drifted over to me on an air mattress and I licked one then another to quiet orgasms. Cindy slid off the mattress and wrapped her legs around me, her pussy pressed against my hard cock. She reached between us and guided my tool into her tiny hole, rocking her hips as she impaled herself on my hardness. Madison dived under the water to watch my cock slide in and out of Cindy's pussy, coming up for air every minute or so. As we coupled in the pool, others had the same idea, too. John was fucking Serena from behind, her breasts floating in the water as she clung to the edge of the pool. Jing Li had found another teen boy to pump her hungry pussy. Mikel was eating Jade's little slit as she sat on a towel at the edge of the pool. Petra was sucking a young boy sitting next to Jade while Juan took her from behind. More people joined us, couples, threesomes, moresomes, all fucking, sucking, and licking. "Oh...oh...Daddy...yes..." Cindy added her own cries to the chorus of moans, sighs, and squeals. Her tight little pussy spasmed around my hardness as she came, and soon I was coming, too, filling her tiny passage with my cream. She hugged me tightly as we drifted lazily among all the watery lovers coupling around us. After a while we began to get chilly in the cool water. We said goodnight to everyone and headed up to our room, showering off the chlorine before going to bed together, exhausted and happy and looking forward to the rest of the weekend. The next morning, Cindy and I woke up, took a quick shower together, and went down to breakfast, Cindy in a pair of everyday pink cotton panties, me in white boxer briefs. We had a light meal of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, milk for Cindy, coffee for me. John and Madison found our table and we lingered over coffee, making light conversation. After breakfast, we left the ballroom, taking our coffee out to the patio while the ballroom was prepared for the father-daughter workshop. At ten o'clock, Cindy and I returned to the ballroom. There was a low stage, big enough for a small musical ensemble, adjacent to what had been the dance floor. About twenty padded mats, like the ones on the patio, had been placed in four rows of five, facing the stage. Summer, the therapist, was on the stage with a teenaged boy and a girl about ten years old, and they were helping her set up a barstool and open a couple of boxes. Cindy and I staked out one of the pads in the second row and sat down as other fathers and daughters began to filter into the room. Enough fathers and daughters attended to take up all of the pads on the floor, so Summer sent out for a few more to accomodate the five or six other pairs that had shown up. When everyone was settled down, the doors to the ballroom were closed and Summer returned to the stage to address everyone. "Thanks for coming to the first of a series of workshops, everyone," she said. "I'm Summer, and I'm a sexual health counselor and therapist. This is Brittany, my daughter, and Bradley, my son, and they're going to help with some demonstrations." There was a smattering of applause for Summer's children. Brittany was a lithe girl with long brown hair. Bradley, in his mid-teens, had a mop of lighter colored hair and the beginnings of a surfer's body. "Now, I'm pleased that so many fathers and daughters showed up today. We have some beautiful little girls and handsome daddies in the room, just lovely. Before we begin, I'd like to mention that the goal of this workshop is to enhance the pleasure of your relationship, to allow you to be more conscious of how to make each other feel better, to explore new directions in passion and lovemaking." "Let's begin by having our girls lie down on the pads, face up," Summer continued. I moved aside to allow Cindy to lie down next to me. "Daddies, please lay down next to your daughters, on your side, facing them," Summer said. On the stage next to her, Bradley lay down next to his sister. "Now, daddies: I want you to explore your daughters' bodies with your hands, eyes closed," Summer instructed. "Keep her panties on, we'll get to that in a few minutes." Cindy sighed as I closed my eyes and sculpted her body with my hands, gently running my fingertips up her neck and down her shoulders. "I see we have a couple of daddies lucky enough to have two or three daughters," Summer said. "Take your time, explore each one in turn." The man behind me, balding and nearing middle age, had two girls, ages 9 and 11 I guessed. Both of them sounded like they were enjoying his gentle touch. By the time my hands had explored every inch of Cindy's body, Summer cleared her throat and started to speak. "Okay, was that nice for you, girls?" Summer asked. Every girl, Cindy included, said "Yes!" "Now, let's switch places," Summer said. "Daddies lie down, daughters next to them...eyes closed...now explore." Cindy closed her eyes and began to stroke my skin, starting with my arm, up my shoulder, down my chest and belly. She paused at my crotch, lingering on my stiff penis, her face close enough that I could feel her breath on my balls. Then she caressed my thighs, going as far as my knees before returning to my cock. "Eyes open, girls," Summer said. "Daughters, did you discover something new about your fathers when you did this?" Most of the girls replied in the affirmative. "Fathers, did you find something new about your daughters?" Again, most of the men in the room said yes. "That's one of the keys, finding something new about your partner every time you make love. Let's try another exercise in body consciousness. Daughters, get on top of your fathers. Those daddies with two or three girls, you can all snuggle as best as you can." Cindy climbed on top of me and stretched out. We were face to face, with my hard cock pinned between her creamy thighs. "Now, daddies," Summer said. "Explore your little girl's back, from her neck to her bottom. Visualize what you're feeling, every dimple, every curve." Cindy sighed and relaxed as I gently caressed her soft skin. She pressed her hips together, keeping my stiff cock between them. I felt like I could have done this all day. "Okay, moving on," Summer said. "How many of you girls like to kiss?" All of the daughters in the room shouted an emphatic "Yes!". "Let's have the girls get back on the mat, on your backs," Summer instructed. On stage, Brittany lay down on her back, her brother, his hard cock bobbing in front of him, lay down next to her. "Daddies, let's start with a kiss, a soft one," Summer said. I leaned over and kissed Cindy on the lips. She smiled up at me. "Now a gentle kiss on the neck," Summer said. "Shoulder, then collar bone." I followed Summer's instructions, working my way down Cindy's tender little body. "Now nipples, one then the other," Summer said. "And back. And again. The older girls have more sensitivity there, particularly if their breasts are just beginning to grow, so daddies, keep it light." Cindy sighed as I kissed her tiny nipples; it was something she particularly liked. "Now let's go a bit lower," Summer instructed. "Working our way down our daughters' tummies to the waistline of their panties." "Okay, let's pause a second," Summer said. "I know our daddies are eager to get to the main event." General laughter from the men in the room followed this remark. "One of the things I liked best when my daddy and I would make love is the way he'd slowly pull my panties down my thighs, like he was unwrapping a cherished treasure. He'd have a look of wonder in his face, as if he were seeing my little pussy for the first time. It was one of the things I loved about him. So, daddies, let's unwrap that precious gift, your daughters' lovely pussy." Cindy moaned with anticipation as I slowly drew her panties down. She lifted her bottom off of the mat so I could drag them over her ass, down her creamy thighs, and off her legs. "Before we kiss our daughters' pretty pussies," Summer said, "we'll start at the knee and work our way up each thigh." I began to plant a trail of kisses up Cindy's legs, making her squirm with delight. "A single kiss," Summer said. "Right on the labia." I kissed Cindy's little cleft. "Now, daddies, before we dive in here, close your eyes and use your tongues to explore, just like we did with our hands." I closed my eyes and probed Cindy's hairless little pussy, every fold and crease, from just above her bottom to her fleshy mound. She opened her legs wider to give me better access. "Daddies," Summer continued, "I know how competitive some of you are. This isn't a race to see whose daughter comes first. This is all about her pleasure. And daughters, don't be shy. Tell Daddy what you like. If you want it harder, say it. If it's too hard, tell him. You know what you like. If it feels really good, tell him." "Mmmmm...yessss..." Cindy moaned as I probed her slit with my tongue, slowly working my way up to her tiny clit. She'd never been shy about telling me what she wanted, but she was particularly vocal this time, saying "Harder," or "Ooooohhh...right there...". As I sucked and licked my little girl's beautiful pussy, Cindy began to quiver and moan. All of the exercises had built an anticipatory tension in her body and now it was time for her release. The room filled with moans, sighs, and cries of pleasure as two dozen or so fathers licked their pretty daughters' pussies. Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me: it was Summer, watching me lick Cindy's slit. "Doing fine," Summer said before moving on to the next mat. "Don't hold her legs so tightly," she instructed one man. "Cup her bottom, just like that." She went around the room, teaching the fine points of licking a little girl's twat. The room was filled with the sound of girlish voices, cries of pleasure, moans, gasps, sighs. Cindy was coming hard now, all the tension in her body pouring out of her as she moaned and writhed on the mat. Finally, she twisted away from my mouth and sat up, cradling my head in her lap. "You don't need lessons, Daddy," she whispered in my ear. "You lick me so good." I turned my head and she kissed my wet face. "Let's take a couple of minutes to rest and cuddle," Summer said from the low stage. Her daughter Brittany, sitting at her feet, looked flushed after her orgasm. Next to her, Bradley used a towel to wipe his face, then he put his arm around his sister. She closed her eyes and snuggled against his shoulder. "Remember, daddies," Summer announced, "that cuddling is an important part of lovemaking, strengthening the bond between father and daughter." A sea of contented sighs filled the room as little girls relaxed in their fathers' embrace. "Okay, girls," Summer said after a few minutes rest. "Turnabout is fair play. It's time to help Daddy come. First, show of hands: how many girls here swallow their daddy's cream?" About half the girls in the room raised their hands, including Cindy. Summer knelt down in front of a girl in the front row who hadn't raised her hand. "What's your name, sweetie?" she asked the girl, who looked about eight or nine years old. "Tammy," the girl replied. "Don't you like your daddy's cream?" "Nuh uh." "What don't you like about it?" Summer asked "Tastes icky," Tammy replied, wrinkling her nose. "Tastes icky," Summer repeated, standing up. "Daddies, there are some simple, easy things you can do to make your semen taste better. Some are good for your general health, like smoking less and drinking less. There are foods you can eat or drink that improve the taste, pineapple juice in particular. And above all, avoid asparagus." "Now, girls," Summer continued, "remember that as you get older, you won't mind the taste so much. In fact, you might begin to like it. Until then, when your daddy shoots in your mouth, try to get his penis as far in as you can, so it goes straight down your throat and you won't taste it so much. Daddy's cream is actually good for you, full of protein and minerals for your growing body." "Okay girls," Summer said. "Time to make Daddy come. Daddies, lay down on the pad, face up." Cindy scooted out of my lap as I stretched out on the mat. "Girls, you can either kneel between Daddy's thighs or curl up on your side, whatever is more comfortable." Cindy knelt between my legs. "Take a good look at Daddy's penis," Summer said. "There's a very sensitive spot on the underside, that little triangle under the head." She used her son's hard cock to show the girls what she was talking about. "When you're sucking Daddy, rub your tongue over that spot every so often and you'll make him very happy." "Now, if Daddy isn't hard," Summer continued, "put him in your mouth and start licking and sucking, gently squeezing his shaft. He'll be hard in no time." Cindy took my nearly hard cock in her warm little mouth and began to suck me, using her hands to gently stroke and squeeze my shaft. My erection grew between her soft lips almost immediately. "Start slow, girls," Summer instructed. "Keep your mouth open wide so you don't hurt Daddy with your teeth, but make sure your lips make a seal against his skin." I could feel Cindy open her mouth as her tongue bathed my shaft, concentrating on the sensitive spot Summer had pointed out to everyone. "Now, girls," Summer said, "take Daddy's penis out of your mouth and lick from the bottom to the top and back to the bottom. Most daddies like to see their little girl lick them like a lollipop. Now, put his penis back in your mouth and suck some more." Summer stepped off the stage and began to take a closer look at the girls' technique. "That's right, sweetie," she said to one girl. "Just like that. Daddy's very happy with his little girl. See how he smiles?" "Daddies love to see their daughters look up at them," Summer commented. "Smile with your eyes as you suck him. Daddies, don't forget how good a tender caress on your little girl's cheek feels. Encourage her if she's doing a good job." I ran my hands up Cindy's soft shoulder and neck, gently stroking her cheeks as she sucked my hard cock. "Okay, girls," Summer said. "Let's play with Daddy's balls, too. They're very sensitive, so be gentle. Cup them with your hand, caress them, feel how soft they are. Daddy's balls are full of the sperm that's going to be in your tummy soon." Cindy started playing with my nuts, and I felt my pleasure begin to build. However, I wasn't the first father to come in his daughter's warm little mouth. I heard a man behind me let out a long groan, followed by soft swallowing sounds as his daughter drank his spurts of cream. I tilted my head back and saw Summer kneel next to the girl, stroking her back and whispering words of encouragement. Another father groaned and erupted in his little girl's loving mouth, then another. I was close to coming myself, but Cindy's lips and tongue felt so good on my cock that I tried to prolong my pleasure. Still more father's found their release, filling their daughters' mouths with their sperm. "I'm coming, princess," I said to Cindy, unable to hold back any longer. I erupted in her mouth, my twitching, spasming cock spurting hot, thick jets of semen. Cindy kept her lips clamped to my organ, milking me with her hands, her tongue swirling over my cockhead. She swallowed every drop of cum before releasing my softening cock and smiled up at me, opening her mouth to show me that it was empty. I pulled her up on top of me for a hug and kiss. "You're the best little cocksucker in the world," I said, kissing her again. Cindy giggled and hugged me. "Okay, every Daddy has filled his little girl's tummy with cum," Summer announced. "Excellent job, girls! Now, daddies, cuddle with your daughters. Tell her what a good girl she is, how happy she makes you feel. Is there any better feeling than having a naked little girl on top of you?" "I love you, princess," I whispered to Cindy. "I love you, too, Daddy," she replied, resting her head on my chest. I tilted my head and looked around the room. A naked Madison was on top of John, the two kissing and whispering and sharing a special moment. "Let's take a few minutes before we wrap it up today," Summer announced. "We're working on having another workshop tomorrow, this one for girls with pink bracelets." That meant vaginal sex. "Can we go to that one, too?" Cindy asked. "Sure, princess," I said, caressing her soft skin. "Thank you all," Summer said. "I think this workshop can be called a success. Remember what we've learned today, and enjoy yourselves. A girl might have many men in her life as she grows older, but her father is the man who holds a special place in her life. Thanks for coming, daddies and daughters." Everyone in the ballroom applauded. People started to get up and wander out of the ballroom, little girls holding their panties, fathers holding their hands. © 2010 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com