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Introduction:

My daughter ritually deflowered; we share a special moment.

This is the main event that this entire story series has been leading up to. I highly recommend that you read the series from the beginning in order to fully appreciate what transpires here. Thank you everyone who has shared feedback, and please comment and vote if you like this!

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Exhausted and ecstatic, I collapsed into my couch with a glass of whiskey in our den and switched on the TV. I'd put the three girls to bed, and my wife had turned in as well, and now, after an exhilarating night, the house had fallen silent and I was ready to watch the DVR of Festival that we had just returned home from a few hours ago.

All our work over the past few years with Jennifer had come to a culmination this evening, and I couldn't be happier. Such an extraordinary experience, and while it was a huge success, I knew I still had much to learn, so I was looking forward to watching the recording and taking note of the things we could improve as we approached the twins' Festival.

I fast-forwarded through most of the opening of the show to get to Jennifer's segment-I'd be able to enjoy the other girls later, but right now I couldn't wait to see my daughter and myself on TV.

The Festival had become a major cultural phenomenon, full of pageantry and spectacle. Our district held its Festival in a large, ornate old theater, and the stage design, lighting and television broadcast were major productions.

The stage was huge, and backed by massive LED panels that could create any background desired. In front of the stage was a large desk where a pair of color commentators would sit, and there were cameras and camera men everywhere, feeding not only to the television broadcast, but also to two large jumbotrons that flanked the stage for the benefit of the live audience.

The place was packed to the rafters with several thousand people excited to share in the celebration of this year's young girls being released as sexual beings into the community. There were twenty-three of them from our district this year, and the evening promised to be very special indeed.

The music swelled as a commercial break ended, a boom camera swooped across the audience and onto the stage, and the picture faded to Jennifer's intro video.

As the sound of Aerosmith's 'Crazy' played softly, the scene opened to my neighbor's beautiful red '69 Camaro parked in his driveway. The lighting was perfectly golden-hour, and into the frame, in slow-motion, walked Jennifer, carrying a bucket and a large sponge. She was wearing cut-off denim shorts that were so small and artistically tattered they barely qualified as clothing, with the red string waistband of her thong rising clearly into view above them. Her white t-shirt had also been extensively modified-the arms and collar had been removed, and several other carefully placed slashes combined to require that it only stayed on with the help of some ingenious knots in the fabric. Even with this engineering, however, it was mostly a loose halter top, with lots of opportunities to view her torso for the fortunate spectator, and what remained of her modesty was protected by her tiny red bikini top. She wore an American flag cowboy hat, and no shoes. It was maybe a little shamelessly cliched, but one could also describe the entire production as 'classic', and in any case the footage-and my daughter-were gorgeous.

'Hi, my name is Jennifer Lynn Stevenson,' she said cheerfully in voiceover, and the film cut to a shot of her on her bed, bathed in warm light, being interviewed by one of the production team.

'I'm 18 years old,' she smiled, looking into the camera, 'and I'm five-eight, 135lb. My measurements are 32C, and then I'm a 26-28...' She sat cross-legged on her bedspread in her usual thin white tank top and panties, her nipples highlighted by the bright film lighting and a hint of her camel toe showing between her opened legs.

The picture cut back to her washing the Camaro, and continued to alternate between that and her interview as Aerosmith played in the background. The production crew had done an amazing job. We had ***********ed the theme together, and Jennifer was a total champ about filming the sequence.

'I think I'm a really caring person. I just love it when people smile-I just want people to be happy and feel good, and I always want to know what I can do to make someone happy and feel good. I think I come off as really sweet-but I'm also really adventurous. I love my family, and I love animals-I want to be a marine biologist...'

She was reaching on her tip-toes over the hood of the Camaro with the soapy sponge, her backside to the camera, her shorts riding high between her cheeks as the light accentuated the definition of her hamstrings and calves and shoulders.

'I love school, and I'm an Academic All-American. Math is one of my favorite subjects. In my free time? Um, I like to hike, and watch movies. I go to church on Sundays and sometimes Thursdays ...'

Her top and her shorts had gotten wet and soapy, so she slowly peeled out of her denim bottoms, and then carefully removed her bikini top, while keeping her shirt on. It clung transparently to her body, and her areolas became visible immediately.

She had hesitated for only a moment about undressing for the film crew. She understood how important this was, and she knew that it was only the beginning of a whole new chapter of life in which her body would be considered public property in many respects. While understandably apprehensive about what all that would entail, she had also been raised from a young age to look forward to the privileges and opportunities her body would make available to her as she transitioned from being a girl to a young woman.

'I think I bring a lot to the table, actually. A lot of people say I have really pretty eyes, so I like my eyes, but I also like my breasts,' she said, giggling and giving them a gentle squeeze with both hands. 'They're not super big, but they're shaped nice, I think, and they feel good when they're touched...

'I don't have the biggest butt, either, but I think it's nice. I hope you guys think so too...'

She had abandoned the car, and was now soaping herself up. Clothing was obviously an impediment to the project, so she finished her strip-down, the camera catching every beautiful curve of her body in slow-motion as she leaned against the back of the Camaro and poured sudsy water over her naked body. The soap (and the masterful editing) kept things tasteful, with only the tips of her dark nipples poking above the dense white layer of bubbles, while a thick stream of suds ran down her back, followed by the camera as it coursed through the valley of her butt cheeks and coated her vulva in white cream that seemed to follow every detail and crevice of her girl parts without showing any actual skin between her legs.

'I've gotten so many beautiful letters from so many men over the last couple weeks, and I just want to say thank you for all your support-everyone has been so encouraging, and sharing all the fun things they are looking forward to teaching me, and just being so positive and warm and welcoming-it really means the world...

'I've worked really hard for my Festival, and I've really been looking forward to it. I think I'm going to be a really sexual girl-I mean, I don't actually know, because I haven't done anything yet of course, but I think about it A LOT...

'When I imagine it, I think I'll really like doggy style-like, it just seems like fun to be on all fours and have a guy holding me tight and just, you know, DOING stuff to me...

'Oh! And I'm really curious about...um...about blowjobs. I've watched some videos, and I've seen some of my friends' dads get them, and it makes me think about what a guy's...thing...tastes like, or how it would feel in my mouth...'

'A guy's what?' the low, business-like voice of Jason the producer asked, off-camera. He evinced no emotion, just the calm professionalism of a journalist asking a clarifying question-but his mastery of his job was evident in how confident he was that this question would create the opportunity for something magical, and he was right.

Sure enough, Jennifer blushed visibly and her eyes widened as she realized with an endearing embarrassment that her innocent attempt at keeping her conversational references oblique had instead confused the issue, and that she was now being asked to make explicit what she had hoped to keep implicit. Her perfectly rehearsed lines were of no help, and she underwent a visible transformation from someone trying very hard to act like a grown-up woman, back to just a sweet young girl beginning to grapple with the realities of her sex.

More than a little flustered, she tried valiantly to regain her composure, and ***********ed her words carefully and with admirable purpose-she sensed that her best bet was to fully own what she was about to say, and her quick thinking and commitment to her role was both inspiring and very adorable.

'A guy's...a guy's penis,' she said, enunciating the word 'penis' with a bit more purpose and care than one might normally use, and smiling the proud smile of a debutante ready to take on the world, now that she had conquered this five-letter word. Having found her way back to her self-possession, she helpfully clarified her thought.

'I meant to say, "I often think about what a guy's PENIS would taste like, or what it would feel like in my mouth..."'

'How often do you think about that?' Jason asked calmly, not letting her off the hook just yet. Sure enough, she collapsed again for a moment back into a little girl, giggling with a burst of bashfulness and girlish frankness as she realized the honest answer was more revealing and outrageous than even she had thought, prior to being forced to voice it publicly.

'Um...oh my gosh...um...a TON...probably too much, actually...'

There was a knowing laugh from the audience. She was definitely perfectly ripe and ready for this next phase of her life.

The video cut back to her naked backside as she picked up her wet clothing and walked slowly away out of focus, and her voiceover took us to the conclusion.

'I'm so excited to get to know you guys in a whole new way, and learn everything I can from all of you. I hope to place well at the Festival, 'cause I've worked really hard on my body and I truly want it to be a special thing that gives you pleasure and makes you want to teach me a lot. I want to be super sweet to each of you, and I promise to work really hard and try my best in every lesson. I just hope you'll be patient with me as I'm learning all this new stuff, and be nice to me...'

The video faded out to enthusiastic applause as the MC announced our names, and Jennifer and I made our entrance to the stage.

I was relieved to see that neither of us looked as nervous as we'd felt-Jennifer in particular was cool, calm, and stunning. I wore a dark blue suit and tie, and Jennifer was dressed in a gorgeous custom gown. We had gone to Oliver Stack, one of the premier designers of Festival wear, and he had made it just for her.

A girl's clothing was of utmost importance, and the best designs were created for the wearer's body specifically; thus the relationship we were building with Stack would be the key to many future outfits Jennifer might wear.

He took his job with the seriousness that his reputation justified, and the creative process began with dozens of detailed and intimate measurements and photographs of Jennifer's body, so that Stack could sculpt every aspect of his designs to flatter and showcase every part of her. In addition to the usual hips, waist, bust, height, and inseam, his process even included metrics like the length of her nipples, the distance between them, and the diameter of her areolas; the width of her her vulva in the gap between her thighs, the visible length of her clitoral hood (in case we wanted him to design daring pieces that revealed as much of her mons as possible while preserving the last vestiges of her modesty), and the use of a complex, protractor-looking device that recorded the precise curves of her bottom and her breasts.

His efforts had paid off, and as we walked briskly to the center of the stage, hand-in-hand, Jennifer was breathtaking in a dark, shimmering blue piece with a plunging neckline and two long slits on either side of the skirt that ran to the top of her hips. The light fabric clung effortlessly to her body as if by some magic, with no sign of cinching or fasteners.

Her dark hair was done in a princess updo, and her deep brown eyes flashed like gems even through the TV screen. My own eyes welled up a little bit as I saw how beautiful my daughter was.

We stopped momentarily on our marks in the center of the stage, and with our clasped hands raised, bowed briefly to the audience, the two commentators, and the three judges who stood next to the commentating desk.

Kyle Monahan was a local television personality who hosted a show about the Festival that featured interviews with organizers and officials; how-to segments; Festival-related news, and in-depth personality pieces that would follow a girl through a few weeks of her Festival preparations. One of his most popular bits, called '3SEXTY5', consisted of bringing a girl into the studio a year after she celebrated her Festival and having her demonstrate for the viewers-on Kyle, his co-host, Dylan, and the show's other guests, if there were any-some of her favorite techniques and skills she'd learned in her first year as a woman.

'Layla, Jennifer Stevenson is looking great as she makes her entrance-I'm seeing a lot of confidence and poise already out of this girl. She just draws the eye immediately, doesn't she?'

Layla Schaeffer owned St. Carmen's Academy, an elite finishing school for young debutantes, and she was considered a tastemaker in all things concerning female desirability.

St. Carmen's was for girls who wanted to waste no time getting married to the highest-quality men they could, and so instead of the normal route of taking lessons from every eligible male for as long as it took to eventually find love, St. Carmen's students underwent an accelerated three-month program cloistered in the giant old brick boarding school. There they learned literally everything needed to be the ultimately desirable wife, including highly advanced sexual skills.

In a long, low outbuilding next to the school, St. Carmen's maintained a large stable of physically gifted young men for the purpose of the curriculum. Challenging courses designed to plumb the depths of each girl's endurance, skill, pain and pleasure tolerance, physical capacity, and sexual responsiveness took place nearly around the clock, at the carefully regimented direction of Ms. Schaeffer. Many girls didn't even make it past their seven day orientation phase, fondly known by graduates and staff as 'Blowjob Week'.

The sheer intensity and volume of the training program-and the seemingly endless, inexhaustible army of well-conditioned cocks Ms. Schaeffer had assembled-pushed many of the young girls to near their breaking point before building them back up to be stronger and more sexually capable and confident than any of their peers. And the payoff was worth it for those who didn't fail out.

There was a long, three- to four-year waiting list of very successful, attractive, carefully vetted men who put down immense deposits for the privilege of having their pick of each crop of graduates from St. Carmen's as their wives. They got a young woman who would make an ideal life partner, with both the skills and genetics to produce high-quality, top-performing girls of her own. For their part, the girls got to forego being handled cavalierly by an endless string of random, eager older men from the general population, and instead paid their dues by compressing several years of sexual experience into a rigorous few months, then were paired with a carefully ***********ed, highly qualified male who would care for her for life with security and affection in a well-appointed lifestyle.

The Festival was an opportunity to scout for students, and Layla was always on hand to add her insights to the proceedings. She nodded as she joined Kyle on air.

'Yes, I have to say, she's already making a mark for me-fantastic styling, great gown, but I love the look in her eyes-she feels like she's here to compete, even though she's never done something like this before. At the end of the day, Kyle, it's really hard to beat a girl who's just 'game'-she's here to play, to do whatever needs to be done. I love the attitude.'

'Absolutely, Layla-it'll be interesting to see if she can maintain that attitude through the rest of the show.'

The lead judge motioned for us to proceed, and I released Jennifer to begin her routine, which consisted of a series of walks and turns across the stage as the judges evaluated her gait and carriage. She put on a show, flouncing and spinning, her hips swinging and her eyes flashing as she gave her best angles to the judges, who silently made notes on their clipboards as they watched her move.

The judges were the three oldest men in the district who were still capable of copulating to completion with a girl. It was an honored position-they had amassed the greatest trove of appreciation for the female body over their many years, and were considered to be in the best position to make pronouncements concerning the desirability of any given girl for the purposes of the Festival.

***********ions for the judges spots were held two weeks before the Festival each year, and generally several dozen old men would register to try out. Due to the inescapably somewhat distasteful nature of the proceedings, three young girls guilty of minor infractions would generally be secured for the purposes from the city jail, and their misdemeanors dismissed in exchange for their assistance.

One by one each of the applicants would *********** the girl he fancied, and on a bed set up in the community center would demonstrate in a business-like manner that he could achieve and sustain an erection, penetrate the orifice of his choice, and climax inside or on the girl. The three oldest men who qualified would be that year's judges.

The girls generally did their best to imagine themselves elsewhere, and were advised to be grateful for having their sentences lifted in exchange for something as simple as spending the afternoon enduring ten or twelve old-man bodies sweatily humping them and trying to fill them with stale cum.

The main danger of course was to the applicants. Waivers were signed, and informed consent was assumed, but even as recently as last year the indefatigable Maxwell Herschberger, 98 years young, had expired in the act of trying to qualify for a judge's post using little Anika Knight, who was evidently a little too hot for Herschberger's constitution. As he came in the missionary position the old man collapsed, and as Anika screamed in horror and tried to fight her way out from under his rapidly rigoring body, several men had to rush to free her. Legend was that even as they pulled him off, his cock slid from her pussy still hard and still firing his final, enthusiastic bursts of semen.

As Jennifer completed her paces to applause, she returned to the center of the stage, turned and faced the audience, and struck a pose with her hand on her hip. I stepped behind her and, with a flourish, tugged lightly on a hidden strip of fabric on her gown and withdrew a strategically placed pin from her hair. With a breathtaking smoothness her entire gown fell to the floor without Jennifer moving a muscle, while her hair cascaded down around her shoulders in thick, lustrous waves, and she stood on the stage in her lingerie set.

The crowd applauded again as she repeated her series of walks in her sky-blue bra and panties and her delicate strappy heels. There would be three passes-fully clothed, in lingerie, and finally fully nude-and in addition to her gait and overall impression, Jennifer and the rest of the girls were scored on how precisely each pass was exactly like the others. Each step, each turn had to be perfectly choreographed and repeated the same way, regardless of how much clothing the girl was wearing.

'I'll just say right now, Layla, that this girl is looking really good already. Great choice on the panty and bra set-the cut on her panties really accentuates her legs, and I'm just loving how she moves. So smooth, so confident.'

'I'm with you, Kyle,' Layla responded, 'There's something special about Jennifer. Just a great energy and warmth, great consistent passes, and yes, her legs are very fine.'

Jennifer completed her second pass and returned to the mark at center stage in front of me, and we made brief eye contact. I smiled gently to let her know I was proud of her, and whispered under my breath, 'Ready?'

She nodded almost imperceptibly, and took a deep breath as she struck her pose and faced the audience.

I took a breath as well, and brought my hands to the clasp of her bra. Doing my best to keep steady, I firmly grasped the two sides, brought them together, and carefully separated them. One of the roving camera men stepped closer and trained his lens on her torso, and the audience fell silent as I eased the cups of the bra free from Jennifer's breasts, revealing them to the world.

Applause greeted them, and I was relieved and delighted to see that her nipples were fully erect even in the heat of the stage lights-if they hadn't been, I would have been faced with the decision either to leave them, or take a points deduction for stimulating them myself. The camera pushed in for a close-up, and lingered as Kyle and Layla expressed appreciation for the proportions and shape of her young, untouched breasts.

The cameraman then followed me down as I knelt beside her, and with a hand at each of her hips I slowly pulled her panties over the curves of her butt and down her long legs. An audible gasp emanated from the audience as her pussy came into view, and Kyle Monahan could hardly contain himself.

'Oh my goodness, that is about the loveliest little treat we've seen tonight, wouldn't you say, Layla?' he exclaimed. 'Wow. That is just delightful.'

'Again, Kyle, I have to agree-Jennifer Stevenson continues to impress. A very clean vulva with some great visual interest coming from the subtle hint of her inner labia there, and a little of her clitoris is visible from the front as well. But beautifully proportioned, not excessive in any way, and also a great choice for how her pubic hair is styled. Just a really strong complement to the whole package.'

'As usual you're right, Layla. I mean, the word that keeps coming to mind for me is 'tasty'-there's something about what we're seeing here that gives me the irresistible urge to get my tongue in there.'

Jennifer began her third and final pass, now completely naked except for her heels. Her long, tan legs reached far out in front of her, and as she walked away from me her perfectly shaped backside alternated in tight, percussive bounces left-right-left as her hips stepped into each stride-and as she came back, the little inverted triangle of close-cropped dark hair above her vulva matched that rhythm with a tantalizing, metronomic 'tick-tock' back and forth. My god, my daughter was beautiful.

The audience cheered wildly as she moved with perfect grace and precision exactly as she had when clothed-and because of how she was shaped, and how well she moved, there was only the slightest, very seductive, swaying of her breasts as she stepped, even though they were no longer being held and supported by clothing. I couldn't have been prouder.

While she had set off on her pass, a stagehand had slipped onto the stage and delivered a twelve-inch box on her mark in preparation for the next part of our segment. When Jennifer returned to me, I gave her my hand and helped her step gracefully onto the box, facing the audience.

Still keeping her hand gently in contact with mine, like ballroom dancers, I used my free hand to lightly tap her inner thighs, indicating she should space her feet slightly more than shoulder-width apart at the edges of the box. A light touch under her chin caused her to elevate her torso and lengthen her neck, and she finished her positioning with her arms outstretched elegantly from her sides, palms forward, and a calm smile on her lips. The house lights dimmed slightly and several spotlights found her, illuminating every curve of her body.

This was my cue to step away to the side, while the three judges moved forward for the first hands-on portion of the evaluation.

I watched with bated breath as the three old men went about their business with seasoned professionalism, muttering amongst themselves, shaking their heads and making notes on their clipboards as they investigated every inch of Jennifer's body. They showed no emotion other than a general gruffness, as if somehow this entire business of inspecting young girls' nude bodies was a colossal inconvenience, or that each of these girls was a slight disappointment, because they 'just didn't make them like they used to'. Of course much of this was part of the show-they had to remain impartial, and also a rough demeanor was just one more challenge to the poise of these inexperienced, probably somewhat insecure, naked girls-and any loss of poise was reason to deduct points.

With their decades of experience with the young female body, the judges moved efficiently and brusquely. Leathery old hands felt Jennifer's thighs and calves for their muscle and tone, pressed against the soft skin of her bare belly and cupped her buttocks. They compared notes on her breasts for their firmness and size, and rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger to gauge their responsiveness and length.

With a firm hand on her jaw, she was instructed to open wide and stick out her tongue, and each judge took his turn running his fingers along her gums, tongue, and the back of her throat-then directed her to close her mouth and suck for a few moments on their fingers.

'Kyle, I have to give it to Jennifer here-she's showing incredible self-possession during this part of her judging, easily as much as any other girl here tonight so far. She hasn't moved a muscle, and she's maintaining not only her smile, but also great eye contact with the judges through the whole process. Most of these girls understandably falter a little bit at points, like when they're asked to suck on the judges fingers, but she is rocking this. Just very impressive for an eighteen year old girl who obviously has never been challenged to this level.'

'I was just thinking the same thing, Layla,' Kyle replied, a little awe in his voice, 'you can see right there Judge Connor Washburn has his hand in between her legs. Now, nothing about tonight is meant to hurt these girls, of course, but occasionally the judges will test a girl's self-possession by trying to startle her with an unexpected pinch to her clitoris. We've already seen several other girls yelp or flinch, and of course that has cost them on their scores-but Jennifer, still with that lovely smile, is looking Washburn right in the eyes and practically daring him to pinch harder. Unbelievable poise out of this beautiful girl.'

'Well, that's just such an important aspect of everything happening here tonight, Kyle. This evening is about these young girls becoming sexually available to the public, and their mission from now on is to learn as much as they can about sex from any eligible male that wants to teach them something-and the mindset that this requires; the trust that men aren't going to do anything to actually injure them; and the willingness to just open themselves to experiences and let themselves become sexual objects, even to strangers-that's usually a long journey of development for most girls. What we're seeing here out of Jennifer Stevenson is just extraordinary confidence, trust, and willingness to make herself available for the sexual experiences that ultimately will make her the best version of herself.'

'Absolutely, Layla-but on that note, Washburn just let go of Jennifer's clitoris and showed the other judges how wet his fingers are, and you can see they are now focused on investigating the state of her lubrication for themselves. That can only bode even better for her scores, if she's that wet after a little pain. And yes, each of the other judges is confirming a significant amount of vaginal lubrication-I think our viewers at home are getting a close-up of their hands and the inside of her thighs, so you can see for yourself Jennifer Stevenson is probably going to take the top marks for that tonight. There is actually a trail of her juices running down the inside of her leg, nearly halfway to her knee. That's just fantastic.'

I was overcome with pride as my little girl kept her cool and remembered her training while being handled like this for the first time. The judges had finished their work, and indicated that we were to move on to the next evaluation.

I stepped forward and took Jennifer's hand again, and led her to a wide, padded bench that was about two feet high. She climbed atop it on all fours, and I went about positioning her.

Another light touch under her chin raised her head and lengthened her back, and a little brief pressure on the small of her back caused her to arch more deeply.

Because she had smaller breasts, and her nipples sat high and forward, we had chosen to use a variation on the all-fours position in which her nipples and most of her breasts would be visible to the front of her arms when viewed in profile. Most girls' breasts would naturally sit behind their arms, but by pushing Jennifer's chest higher and more forward, with her shoulders back, we were able to take advantage of her anatomy to create a dramatic effect that made her look like she was pushing her backside rearward to present herself to someone behind her, while also pushing her breasts and nipples forward as if offering them to someone in front-or, alternatively, as if she were being vigorously coupled-with from behind, and the male was keeping her on a very short lead with a healthy fistful of her hair.

The view was gorgeous. I carefully arranged her thick hair along her back, and then I finished by slipping a hand between her legs from behind and applying a light upward pressure to her mons, causing her to naturally raise her tail a little higher so as to display her girl parts more clearly.

I patted her backside to let her know she was being a good girl and stepped away, and the judges began their second hands-on evaluation. This was similar in tone and scope as the first one, but was meant to explore and observe the girl's body and reactions while she was in a more explicitly sexual position.

Once again they ran their hands down the silky skin of her flanks, back and belly; felt the musculature of her shoulders and haunches, inspected the soles of her feet and her toes, and carefully compared the feel and shape of her buttocks and breasts to when she was standing.

More attention was also focused on her nether regions. The three judges gathered at the back of her and carefully, gently explored her most private parts. They lightly stroked their fingers across her anus, noting the responsive, reflexive contractions it demonstrated; then they each in turn slowly applied sustained pressure with a finger until her little star began to relax ever so slightly, and they were able to press a fingertip a little ways into her and feel her squeeze around it.

Jennifer was the model of restraint, moving not an inch, breathing deeply and rhythmically as she submitted to the judges' inspection. Only by looking very closely could one see that she was trembling, her nostrils flared, and a delicate sheen of perspiration had begun to appear across her shoulders and bottom.

While awaiting his turn at her anus, Judge Washburn had taken the opportunity to walk around to her front end and re-inspect her lips and mouth. He had the thumb of his right hand in her mouth, his fingers softly stroking her under her chin as she suckled, her eyes never leaving his and every muscle in her body straining to hold the position she had been instructed to maintain. Then with a rare smile he noted to his colleagues that while they were busy inspecting her nethers, her nipples, which she was pressing toward him insistently as a result of her position, had grown extremely erect and hard, and appeared to be almost painfully sensitive to his touch as he flicked and tugged them with his free hand.

Jennifer's vulva was gloriously full and plump from this angle, and her inner labia were partially separated. Kyle Monahan was beside himself.

'Goodness gracious, I could not have designed a more delicious looking pussy myself. This girl is world-class, there's just no other way to say it. You can see a glimmer of her juices even though her labia are only partially open, and even from here I can see her clitoral hood is extremely pronounced and beautifully shaped. Judge Darrell Morgan is going to spread her open now-my gosh, what a lovely little butterfly. She's unbelievably pink and wet in there-and my oh my, she just shuddered violently as Morgan pressed her cheeks apart to get a look inside her, and folks, that is a long, clear strand of her juices that have escaped from her vagina and is now hanging, suspended, from her clitoris. The judges are taking their time inspecting her labia and opening, and they are just going to let that droplet get heavier and heavier until it stretches all the way from her clit to the bench between her knees. I tell you what, I'd do almost anything to taste that right now, folks.'

'Kyle, what I'm really appreciating here is how complete of a package Jennifer is. Not just each component of her body, but the whole thing together. She has exceptional conformation, great proportions, and each detail is simply a cut above anything we've seen here tonight. She's a genetic jackpot, and she seems mentally ready to take herself to any level. We've already seen how wet she is, and that shudder was a great indication that her body is really beginning to respond to everything that's happening to her in spite of her extraordinary self-control. I think we're witnessing a huge internal battle in this young girl-she's almost certainly becoming unbelievably aroused, and her instincts are trying to overwhelm her training. I'm confident that she'll not only place extremely well, but also that it'll be a real treat to see her get taken at the end of the evening.'

Satisfied that they had assessed every relevant inch of Jennifer's body, the judges motioned for her to roll to her back and spread her legs so they could verify her virginity as the final part of the process. My daughter complied, drawing up her feet and opening her legs so that each old man in turn could spread her labia apart and gently insert one of his wrinkled, knobby fingers into her until he made contact with her hymen, then register with a nod that she was intact. On withdrawing his finger, each judge then tasted the copious juices that coated it, and made a note on his clipboard. The camera cut in close to capture every detail of the examination, and murmurs of appreciation came from the audience as they saw how erect Jennifer's clit became in response to even this minor penetration of her vagina.

The judges had completed their evaluation, and motioned for me to retrieve my daughter. I helped her off of the bench, and with another bow to the audience we exited the stage, Jennifer doing her best to mask her unsteadiness.

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I smiled, sipped my whiskey, and fast-forwarded through the rest of the girls. Backstage in the holding area I had toweled the perspiration from her breasts and back, and had her makeup touched up as the rest of the contestants were put through their paces.

Jennifer was wound up, and continued to tremble periodically as her body dealt with the combination of the stress of her judging, and the arousal she had been forced to undergo without release. She was nervous, and said she felt that she'd made a poor impression. I hugged her close and assured her that was impossible-that she had been spectacular, and that regardless, I knew she had done her best, and that was all I wanted. I held her close on one of the couches backstage and tried to calm her, but every touch gave her shivers, and her nipples remained dark and crinkled as her body refused to come down from its highly aroused state.

Once the final girl returned backstage and the judges completed their rankings, we all assembled in a large semi-circle on stage for the awards announcement-twenty-three fathers with their daughters, all of whom were naked except for their heels. It was a lovely sight, and there was much laughter and joking as we lined up to the warm applause from the audience.

A hush fell over everyone as Judge Washburn stepped forward to make the announcement.

'Ladies and gentlemen, it is an honor and privilege to have served this evening as head judge in this year's Festival. We celebrate tonight the extraordinary transformation of these twenty-three young girls into twenty-three young women. They have lived until now as children, and shortly they will leave that behind and take their sacred place in the world of sexual pleasure.

'One of the foundational principles of our society is that goodness is a right and a duty for citizens. Whenever possible, one should do good and one should feel good; and goodness belongs to all citizens equally. The more goodness that all citizens experience, create, enjoy, and share, the healthier they will be, and the healthier our community will be. If citizens are deprived of the opportunity to experience, create, enjoy, and share goodness, they suffer-and so does society.

'Another foundational principle is that the female body itself is a universal good of the highest order, and that the pleasure supplied by the female body is a universal good of the highest order-and I'm sure you would agree, looking at the great variety of lovely examples of the female body on stage here, that they are all very good.

'Therefore, the female body and the pleasures it offers are part of the rights and duties of all citizens. Whenever possible, a citizen should avail himself of the goodness of the female body, in any form that pleases him. It is his right. It is his duty. It is fundamental to the wellbeing of the community.

'We celebrate tonight the entrusting of twenty-three new, fresh, delightful females to the enjoyment of the public. They are to be treated with honor and respect, and trained well to represent the highest levels of pleasure they are capable of-but in the end, their duty, as emissaries of the highest good, is to offer themselves as a vessel of that good to any eligible citizen, any time, anywhere, until her eventual marriage. To deny a citizen access to the goodness and pleasure she has been entrusted with is to deny her community that goodness-and we all have a duty to pursue goodness as citizens.

'We are also here not only to celebrate these girls assuming this most important of roles, but also to recognize those who have raised the standard for what constitutes the best expression of the pleasure offered by the female body-and the father that has been responsible for helping create such a fine contribution to the general good of our community.

'After carefully evaluating each of the young girls you see on this stage, my colleagues and I have made our decision. I will now read the top three girls of tonight's festival. These girls will be offered a berth at St. Carmen's Academy, courtesy of Ms. Layla Schaeffer, and will receive significant prize money. In addition, they will be eligible to compete at the national Festival in Dallas.

'The fathers of the three, in order, will be given the girl on this stage of their choosing to take and christen right here, in a few moments time-and will also have the right to *********** the father he would have christen his daughter. The other fathers will, in turn, make their ***********ion of the girls that they will christen as well, but will have no say as to which father chooses their own daughter.

He pulled a folded sheet of paper from his jacket pocket, and opened it as we all waited with bated breath.

'Third place goes to...John Schneider, and his daughter Kayla!'

We all applauded as John and Kayla stepped forward with huge smiles and waved to the audience. I didn't know them, but Jennifer knew Kayla from school. She was a short, firecracker blonde with a bubble butt and a gymnast's body, and a vibrant smile.

'Second place goes to...Tavio Milano, and Liya!'

I was so delighted to hear this-Tavio was one of my best friends, and Liya and Jennifer had been working out together for the last several months (The Festival, Ch. 04). I was so happy for him, and shook his hand as he passed in front of us to take his bow with Liya.

I had a bit of a crush on Liya-she was a spectacular 18-year-old, with dark skin inherited from her French-and-Indian mother, and the mediterranean eyes of her Sicilian father. Her large breasts, capped by the biggest, darkest nipples I had ever seen, were her glory-though the rich pink that was her secret in the folds between her legs was to die for as well. Her placing was well-deserved-it couldn't have gone to a more deserving girl.

'And finally, first place-Best in Show-the most sexually desirable girl of this year's Festival-goes to...Robert Stevenson and Jennifer!'

I was stunned. I literally froze, and the look on my face on the TV was comical-I had never expected to place even in the top three of my first Festival, and yet, after all the hard work and self-criticism and doubt, unbelievably those were our names that had been called out. For Best in Show.

As the audience roared with applause several other fathers slapped me on the back and shook my hand, pulling Jennifer and I to the front of the stage. It was like a dream. I hugged Jennifer close and whispered how proud I was of her, and we waved to the audience as Layla Schaeffer came toward us with a microphone.

'Robert, congratulations on first place-how does it feel?'

'Honestly, Layla, I'm stunned. Super grateful. Jennifer deserves a ton of the credit-she worked really hard for this, and I'm just so happy that it paid off.'

'Kyle and I both saw her potential as soon as she walked out, and she put on a tremendous show. I want to talk about her scorecard though-she took the top marks for comportment, gait, and conformation, as well as the scores for best belly, best legs, and best vulva. A dominating performance-none of the other girls could touch her, and we all saw a lot of talent up there tonight. We know much of this is subjective and that tastes change-but for the last five years the best vulva has been awarded to girls with a peach slit. We can see right here that Jennifer represents a break with that-do you see tonight as the beginning of a new era where more visually 'complex' vulvas will be in vogue?'

'I can't really say I know anything about that, Layla-Jennifer gets hers from her mother; I've always been partial to that style of pussy, but I guess I'm hoping it DOESN'T mean a big change is coming, because I have a pair of younger twins at home who have really beautiful peach slits. So, I'm super happy right now, but I guess I'm hoping things change back in a couple years, so my other girls can be properly appreciated too.'

The audience laughed, and Jennifer rolled her eyes and covered her face in her hands like any daughter embarrassed by her dad's dumb jokes.

'Alright Robert, well it's time to move on to the final event of the evening. First question: which of the girls on this stage do you choose to christen tonight?'

I already knew my answer, and I was excited at what I was about to do.

'Layla, I choose Liya Milano. And in answer to what I know your second question will be, I think it's only fair and right that my good friend, and Liya's father, Tavio, be the one to take Jennifer.'

The crowd roared its approval, and Tavio stepped forward and took my hand.

'Thank you Robert,' he said over the din, 'it is an honor for you to be my daughter's first, and it will be an honor to have Jennifer.'

Stagehands brought out low padded tables onto the stage, with various attachment points on them for additional equipment. Generally the christening went quite smoothly, but sometimes a girl wasn't quite ready to voluntarily submit her body for the purposes of completing her Festival. Various methods of securing her to the table could be utilized if needed, including leather straps and even a sort of pillory attachment in case the father responsible for opening her up preferred to do the job from behind.

Tavio led Liya over to the table and glanced at me for direction.

'I'd like her on her back, please,' I said.

Tavio helped his daughter hop up and sit on the end of the table with her knees together like a lady, the angle accentuating the breathtakingly fine sculpting of her calves and her feet. Then he gave her a sweet kiss and whispered something in her ear, and exited the stage, leaving just the two of us. The house lights went quite dark, with the spotlights illuminating us, and the audience fell into respectful silence. I could see nothing past the darkness at the edge of the stage, and it felt strangely cozy and intimate as I approached Liya where she sat in the spotlight.

Her rich black hair fell thickly about her shoulders, and she sat quietly, smiling nervously as I guided her knees apart and stepped between her rich thighs. Her tawny skin glowed in the lights, and the weighty curves of her breasts rose and fell with her breath. I could feel her body heat radiating from her nakedness, and I smiled reassuringly, my eyes trailing down her chest to her chocolate nipples as they rode the magnificent crests of her bosom.

I reached out and tenderly ran my hands along her breasts, an electric shock running through my body as I touched her hard nipples and felt my cock lunge to life. Leaning in, I brought each delectable dark button of flesh briefly to my lips, gently tugged on them with my teeth, and felt her breasts erupt into goosebumps in my hands as I wrapped my tongue around her sensitive tips.

Liya gasped and caught her breath, and I brushed my lips through her cleavage, up her throat, and then kissed the young girl softly on the lips. Breathing in her scent and tasting cinnamon as my tongue lightly traced the entrance to her willing mouth, I pressed her down onto her back on the table.

Standing again, I raised her knees and spread her legs, and took a brief, wonderful moment to savor the view of this spectacular girl laid open, naked, and waiting for me to be her first. I was reminded of what Judge Washburn had said about a girl's body being the highest good, and I understood fully. Taking in every detail of this young female form, I could only be present to waves of goodness washing over me. Everything was indeed good.

It was the beginning of a new time for me, and I was thrilled at what the future held. From this day on countless young girls were mine to enjoy as I assumed my new role in society. Practically every female body was now available to me, to enjoy, to teach, to taste, to touch.

I removed my clothing quickly, and stepped between her legs. The golden peach fuzz that covered her body shone in the stage lights, and I brought my hand between her breasts and ran it slowly down her chest, over her belly, to her vulva. She was completely bare there, her girlish skin silky smooth as I gently squeezed her gorgeous pussy and felt my fingers grow slick with the juices that pressed from between her lips.

I could have spent a hundred nights savoring this, but the Festival was more formal in its requirements, and although I had earned first place, I still needed to execute my duties with a bit more alacrity. There would be plenty of time later for a more leisurely approach; tonight was about breaking the seal-and there were twenty-two more girls that needed doing.

Liya's dark eyes were wide as I held her breast in one hand and guided my cock to her slick entrance with the other. My own heart was in my throat as I made contact with her body and pressed past her opening with the head of my cock. I was so hard I thought I might explode, and as I encountered her hymen I paused to gather myself. I locked eyes with her and nodded.

'Thank you for this, Liya. Now take a deep breath for me...'

As she exhaled I pressed myself home, the first visitor to the sacred depths inside this girl, and felt her jump as she gave a yip. She was incredibly tight. Once fully embedded in her, I held her arms down to the table to counter her struggles and began long, smooth strokes. She turned her head to the side and closed her eyes, but the cameramen did their jobs and ensured every detail of her body's response to my work was shown to the audience.

She was unbelievably creamy, and I felt her begin to squeeze me rhythmically as her body broke through to its first climax on a cock. That was all I could take, and as she let out a long, high-pitched, animalistic wail I quickened my pace for a dozen more strokes, then pulled out of her and released an insane amount of semen that sprayed across her belly, breasts, and throat. The white cream sparkled in the lights as it splashed against her dark skin and into her jet-black hair, and I almost collapsed under the power of my orgasm. I had never felt more alive.

I slowly realized that the audience was applauding wildly, cheering at the top of their lungs as I took Liya's virginity. In a daze I gave her my hand, helped her to her feet, and pronounced the traditional declaration of the Festival to the cheering crowd, 'It was good. May we all enjoy it.'

Liya stood shakily, my cum rolling down her body, and replied, 'Thank you, sir.'

She was helped from the stage and wrapped in a large blanket, and I made my way back as well, fumbling with my own clothing.

I had little time to recover, however, because Tavio was next-and Jennifer was his prize.

I managed to finish dressing, found Jennifer, and quickly took her by the hand and led her out to the stage where Tavio was waiting. He was a very well-built guy, with a magnificent Tom Selleck mustache, and he'd already undressed. Jennifer blanched slightly, an amusing and endearing combination of horror and hungry anticipation on her face as she saw that he was very well endowed, and already fully prepared for the job ahead.

He smiled as we arrived, and asked me how Liya had been.

'Brother,' I said, 'I cannot imagine anything better. You did an amazing job with her.'

'Thank you,' he laughed, 'I have to say I'm looking forward to this one myself.'

Jennifer blushed, her nipples turning a darker shade of pink, and I felt her still trembling.

'Tavio, you've definitely earned it. I wouldn't want it any other way. How would you like her?'

'On all fours, please, like you had her for her judging,' he smiled.

I chuckled and helped Jennifer onto the table, setting her up the same as before. When I slid my hand between her legs to raise her tail, it came away drenched in her juices. She'd never had sex before, and her body was acting positively starved for it.

I was about to make my exit when I heard her voice, soft and pleading.

'Daddy, can you stay?'

I paused, considering this request from my little girl who had been so strong all night, but now at the culmination wanted me near as she was made a woman. I glanced at Tavio where he stood behind her, hungrily working her small, tight, round buttocks with his large hands, the primal look in his eye of a man about to feast, and he nodded his assent.

'Of course, sweety,' I said, and took a place beside her at her head. I brushed her hair from her face, and held her hand, and then looked back at Tavio and nodded.

He needed no further encouragement. He took a few fingerfuls of her fragrant juices straight from her vagina and brought them to his mouth, then secured her hips with both hands and pressed himself into her.

Jennifer bucked and whimpered, and Tavio paused, planted to the root inside of her, to let her compose herself. I squeezed her hand and kissed her forehead as he began rhythmically reaming her out, his cock bottoming out with each thrust and pushing Jennifer forward across the table.

She moaned and shook, and after a couple dozen thrusts she erupted into a thrashing orgasm. Tavio held her tight and kept himself buried in her as she fought, until suddenly he went over the edge himself.

With a holler and whoop he unleashed burst after burst of his cum into her, and they both collapsed onto the table in front of me, completely spent.

After a few moments Tavio disentangled himself, helped Jennifer off the table, and repeated the declaration I had made with Liya. Jennifer seemed giddy and could hardly stand, and with a feral smile and a lick of her lips she thanked Tavio, her shining eyes never leaving the cock that had just transformed her forever. A stagehand appeared with a blanket, and I wrapped my daughter up and we left the stage.

The rest of the night was a bit of a blur; we came home shortly after that, and after getting some dinner, everyone had gone to bed-and here I was, watching it unfold on TV.

I was proud, I was a little nostalgic. It was a strange thing to think of Jennifer as a woman now, and I knew she had many adventures ahead of her. I wasn't sure whether we'd enroll her in St. Carmen's; that would be decided another day.

Suddenly I heard footsteps padding down the stairs, and turned to see Jennifer out of bed. She was wearing only her tank top; apparently panties weren't for sleeping in. I could actually see, even from a distance, that she seemed to be still a bit swollen and flushed between her legs, so maybe that had something to do with her wardrobe choice.

'Can I cuddle with you on the couch for a little bit, daddy?' She whispered.

'Of course, sweety,' I answered, opening my arms and letting her snuggle herself next to me.

We chatted quietly about the evening and how she was feeling, and about the wonderful future she had in store for herself. She was disappointed about one thing, it turned out.

'I really was hoping that whoever got to do me would let me...suck..on him...I mean, I know that it's a skill, and I don't want to do it for the first time and not know what it's like at all. I guess I just hoped I'd get a little taste tonight at least,' she giggled.

I assured her that she'd do just fine when she got the chance to try, and that she shouldn't worry about it-but it seemed to really be bothering her.

'Daddy, listen...I was thinking...what if-would it be ok if I just tried with...yours...just for a little bit? Please?'

I was taken aback. This was uncharted territory; obviously we had raised Jennifer to be very comfortable with her body, and now she had celebrated her Festival and was legally a fully sexually available female. But I wasn't sure how appropriate it was for her training to include my cock.

Since she had been a little girl we'd had a rule that nothing was ever out of bounds to talk about. Daddy-daughter conversations were always open, because I wanted her to feel safe bringing me anything that was on her mind. So, unprecedented though this topic was, we spent the next few minutes discussing it.

We finally agreed that what she was asking wasn't outrageous-all she wanted was to get a little practice handling a penis. It wouldn't be actual sex, of course; and as her father I was responsible to help her succeed and feel confident in any way I could. Why shouldn't she be able to use my cock for a little introduction to the male member? Certainly it was about the safest way to facilitate this-why should she have to undergo her first lessons with strangers without feeling like she at least knew her way around a penis?

A truly reasonable question at this point was what exactly comprised 'sex', anyway. If sensual pleasure was good, and if she was now required to offer herself to any eligible man who wanted her, and if she was on a contraceptive that made pregnancy impossible, and since I had already been intimately involved with her body in many ways in the years leading to today, why shouldn't she have the opportunity to play with my cock if it would benefit her?

Finally, in disbelief even at myself, I relented, and undid my pants.

Jennifer was suddenly extremely excited, and pulled down my boxers to get to my cock, which she freed, already hard, from its confines. The gleam in her eye was triumphant as she held it in the fingers of both hands, and she stretched out on the couch next to me to get a better angle.

For the next half hour I let her play, explore, and experience. I gave some instruction when she asked for it, but mostly I let her familiarize herself with the anatomy, accustom herself to the taste, experiment with how much of it she could fit in her mouth, and generally let her get comfortable with playing with a man's member. I let her know how good it felt when she licked her way around the head, or gently nibbled my shaft.

Precum was totally unknown to her, it turned out, and she was surprised, and then very pleased, as the slick, clear fluid hit her tongue for the first time. That created an opportunity for us to do several experiments together to discover how she could coax more of it for her to enjoy.

Eventually she laid her head down on my belly and settled into long, deep sucks while gently stroking the shaft and my scrotum with her fingers. She hummed softly to herself, and her knees slowly, naturally parted as her entire body relaxed into the couch. I was moved by how peaceful and special this was; it was magical to share this moment of trust and bonding with my daughter after the excitement and triumphs we had shared earlier in the evening. I could feel how happy and calm she was, and I treasured it.

I had been softly caressing her cheek, but now I slowly moved my hand down her body and in between her legs, and was pleased to find that she truly enjoyed having a cock in her mouth-she was soaked, and I felt myself relax deeper into the couch, as well, as I played gently with her pussy, slowly rubbing her clit and dipping my fingers into her new opening while she occupied herself with my penis.

It occurred to me that at least some of the liquid I was feeling was probably Tavio's semen, still leaking from the far reaches of her fresh little vagina where he had shot it with such force, and suddenly I was on the verge of my own climax. The memory of watching my little girl get handled so well by one of my best friends was simply too hot. I roughly pulled my cock from Jennifer's mouth, and breathed deeply as I calmed myself down.

'Darling, I think that is enough for tonight-I'm about to cum.'

'Oh, daddy, yes please,' she said eagerly, reaching for my cock and trying to get it back to her mouth.

'No, sweety, I'm not going to cum in your mouth-that is definitely crossing a line. It's one thing for you to practice your technique on me, but cumming on you or in you is most certainly sex, and we're just not going to do that.'

Jennifer pouted, giving me her best puppy dog eyes.

'But daddy...I really want to taste it! Please? Just a little? I never have before...'

Obviously the last half hour had gotten this girl extremely worked up, and she was becoming unreasonable as her new-found sexuality began to take her over. I realized I probably had to share some of the blame, since fondling her pussy had almost certainly exacerbated her arousal. Now she was put-out and agitated, and understandably so.

'Ok, sweetheart, listen, let's do this,' I suggested, hoping to appease her. I tossed back the rest of the bourbon.

'I'll finish in this glass, and you can watch and even help, if you like. Then you can get a closer look at it. But that way I won't actually be having sex with my daughter, ok? Come on now, we must be reasonable here.'

Jennifer warmed immediately to the idea, and with my coaching she began stroking my cock while aiming it in the tumbler. I was already close to the edge, and after just a few strokes I orgasmed, my balls tightening and then releasing pulse after pulse of cum into the glass.

Jennifer gave a quiet squeal of delight as she watched each thick jet exit the head of my cock, and gave me an enraptured smile.

'Daddy, I can feel it pumping in my hand!' she whispered in awe.

I groaned and swore softly as the climax washed over me. My hand was gripping her butt cheek, my fingers pressed into the flesh of her warm pussy.

As I shuddered to a stop, completely spent, she shot me a wicked grin and took the opportunity to sneak a quick lick of the final drops running from the head of my cock.

'Hey,' I protested weakly, 'knock that off! I told you no...'

She giggled and turned her attention to the glass, which was swirled with a mixture of semen and the last drops of whiskey, and gave it a sniff, wrinkling her nose. Then she dipped her finger into it, scooping up some cum from the side, and put it in her mouth.

'Um, well, I think I like cum, daddy,' she laughed, going back for seconds. 'At least, cum and whiskey.'

She suddenly laughed out loud.

'Hey, if this was cola instead of whiskey, we could make a new cocktail and call it "Cum 'n Coke". I'd totally be into that.'

I chuckled and shook my head at her nonsense, and kissed her. It was a late night already, and it was time for her to go back to bed. But as I watched her naked bottom disappear back up the stairs, I was filled with warm anticipation for the lovely things that lay in store for all of us.

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