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Academy Girls (Mf, cons, young teen)
By Phil Phantom
If Adrian McGuire was confused and upset, fourteen-year-old
Stacy and thirteen-year-old Theresa were more so. They'd never
seen their father acting so strangely. Adrian never saw her
righteous husband act this way outside the bedroom.
Having never seen this side of their father, anywhere, the girls
were thrust into a world of bizarre unknowns. Once the family
arrived in St. Louis, and the Reverend Derrick McGuire took off
his preacher clothes, he acted noting like a man of the cloth,
and nothing like any man they'd ever met.
After checking into a seedy hotel, he immediately took the girls
shopping for their new school wardrobe. They shopped in stores
that catered to women of loose moral scruples--whores and
floozies, jezebels and hussies. The girls knew about those
women, but had no idea what the women did to earn their father's
wrath, or the Lord's for that matter. They only knew that those
women were shameless and hell-bound for showing too much skin
and being loose with men. That much, they knew.
In the stores, the McGuire girls attracted a great deal of
attention and always had a troupe of male assistants to assist.
Customers gawked and their own father was the worst gawker of
all, insisting that each item fit properly, and not in a
dressing room, but on the store floor, sometimes while totally
naked wearing only high heels. Only in stores along the seedy
strip could they get away with such behavior.
The girls soon discovered that their shopping spree was a thinly
disguised sex show with their father serving as the master of
ceremonies. He directed everything, showing them off like prize
bird dogs. The girls quickly realized their father got a big
charge out of turning on others using their intimate flesh for
the purpose. The girls were soon in a state of shock. The
panties were of particular interest and their fit in the crotch
was of primary importance. The girls endured endless changes
and humiliating between-the-legs fondling, not only by their
father, but by every man in the store as each was solicited for
an opinion. Each man was given the opportunity to explore
freely.
The girls endured two hours of having their nether holes probed,
pinched, squeezed, and rubbed. Their tits and nipples were sore
from the constant pinching and squeezing. Their panties were
more often down on their thighs as they stood naked in heels,
trembling and quivering to orgasms they never suspected their
cunnies could produce.
They were soon sopping wet from their clits to their heels. The
girls marveled at the wetness their cunnies could manufacture in
response to a man's stubby fingers under the leering eyes of
total strangers. The girls lost their virginities to a black
man with long ebony fingers. He brought them to their tip toes,
one on each hand. The girls squealed when their thin membrane's
ripped.
In the last shop they visited, a sleazy dive, the girls were
hustled off to a back room and ordered to strip as ten men
crowded in to watch. Several had cameras. The girls, once
naked, were ordered to lie down on the dirty floor in reverse
order, head to foot on their sides. Once in position, their
father shoved their faces into each other's crotches while the
men gathered in a circle, took out their cocks, and jacked off
on them.
Their father made them lick and stood poised with a folded belt
should they falter. They licked each other's pussies as semen
rained in their faces. They licked each other's semen-covered
faces, necks, tits, and asses to avoid the belt. As a grand
finale, the girls sucked spent cocks to another climax. When
one got a mouthful of sperm, she glued her mouth to her sister's
pussy and pushed the messy load inside. Before they dressed,
the girls had to give each other tongue baths before the amused
but twice-spent onlookers.
The girls left the store wearing clothes they could not believe
could be worn in public. And they left in the company of a man
they hardly knew, their father, his fingers stained with their
virgin blood, his semen matted in their long tresses. They
carried bags and parcels with bellies full of semen. The girls
hobbled along on unsteady legs, made more unstable by the
four-inch high heels he insisted they wear. Their mother was
livid when they entered the hotel room.
The girls watched their parents fight for the first time, and
heard their father's explanation and rationalization for sending
them to a wayward girl's academy back east, one that was heavily
involved in corporal discipline. This explanation they were
hearing for the first time.
Their petite, meek, and submissive mother never argued with
their loud and powerful father. This was a first, not because
everything was perfect to that point, but because their mother
seemed to know what the girls had been subjected to.
Adrian took note of their skimpy attire, the way the girls
walked with sore and bowed legs. She saw teeth and belt marks
on their breast flesh and on inner thighs. She noticed the
dried semen matted in their hair. Their appearance and shocky
demeanor told Adrian everything she needed to know. The girls
stood off to the side, confused, nervous, a bit frightened, but
attentive, eager to hear their father's explanation, for he had
offered them none.
He said they needed the strict environment the academy would
provide, and they had to look like wayward girls in order to get
accepted. They needed to look the part or the trip would be
wasted. They saw their mother arguing the counter point, that
presenting their girls dressed like hussies might condemn them
to labels they didn't deserve.
And they saw their mother grudgingly accept his counter
counter-point, that doing so would insure that they were taken
firmly in hand from the very start, and that they would get
their money's worth by professional child disciplinary
specialists. For a woman always looking for every ounce of
value, Adrian offered no counter to the counter counter-point.
Adrian ordered the girls to turn slowly in place, then said,
"They will certainly be taken in hand right away. They both
look like little trollops, but you shouldn't have thrown their
other clothes away. Now we must make this long journey with our
girls looking like hussies displaying their intimate parts to
every Tom, Dick, and Harry along the way."
Derrick said, "They need time to adjust to their new attire.
Besides, we have no room for two wardrobes for each girl. I
don't see where it matters what strangers see or think. Our
motives are righteous and pure in the eyes of God. I see
nothing wrong with allowing passing strangers to see these girls
as whores. I expect bold ones will take liberties; and I, for
one, will look the other way to a point. You should be prepared
to do likewise."
Adrian said, "And just what is, 'to a point?'"
"Well, I would not permit rough stuff, but short of that, I see
no harm in anything else."
"Derrick, honestly, you stun me. How can you even suggest we
look the other way to that point? You look away if you must,
but I'll not permit a stranger to touch either of these girls.
I won't stand for that, and I am shocked to learn you would. I
can just imagine the liberties you permitted salesmen in the
purchase of these whore outfits. Don't tell me, I don't want to
know."
"You're right, you don't want to know. They have each been
broken in properly, and they now respond to a man's fingers,
eagerly, I might add."
"Derrick, how could you? Are you telling me these girls were
completely violated."
"They were indeed, and the little wenches gave up their hymens
quite easily."
"Good Lord, Derrick, you didn't?"
"No, not that way, on a finger. No smut clerk or street bum
will have the pleasure of being their first, but they needed
their hymens broken. We could not deliver these girls claiming
them to be hussies with intact hymens, now could we? If they
are to be examined, and I expect they will be, they will feel
and respond like sluts with hot pussies. Furthermore, the
examiner will not find a hymen on either of these girls. Their
cunts will feel well-fucked, because they will both be
well-fucked by the time we get there."
"Derrick, your language!"
"We're not among the flock. We're out among the sinners. While
we're among the sinners, we'll talk as the sinners talk."
"Is that really necessary?"
"We have three days to divest these girls of over a decade of
Christian upbringing."
"I suppose, but those words do seem a bit too much."
"That's what they've been instructed to call their vaginas from
now on, pussy or cunt, either one. And they've been instructed
not to be bashful in displaying their cunts, tits, or bare asses
to strangers they meet. By the time we get to Boston, I should
expect them to be quite proficient at displaying their charms.
They'll also go without panties."
"If you have your way, they'll be whores in fact by the time we
get to Cleveland."
"I will have my way."
"If that's what you want, whores, then I won't stand in your
way, but I want on the record as being opposed to this scheme.
I think we'll defeat the purpose by turning these girls into
whores. Turning these girls into whores just to pay others to
turn them back seems like the greatest folly. The Academy may
not be able to turn them back. What then, Derrick? All our
money will have been wasted."
"The Academy people are professionals. Don't worry. They know
how to deal with whores. One year with the masters, and we will
never have to worry about our daughters bringing discredit on
our mission. They will cringe at any male advance, and they can
be brought in line by the simple raising of a my hand. They
will not only make the perfect children for missionary parents,
but they will make excellent wives when we find them suitable
mates. Blind obedience to my wishes and authority is what I
want, and that is what we are purchasing."
"I believed your motives were honorable when you first presented
this idea. Now, I'm not so sure you aren't trying to build a
private harem. I am seeing a side of you I never dreamed I'd
see. You speak of pious motives with your rigid member tenting
your trousers, and it doesn't seem to bother you that they can
see."
"My true motives are between me and my maker, and it is no
concern to me what you may think. Besides my wife, who has
sworn before God to love honor and obey, I only see whores in
this room. Why shouldn't they see my erection. I'll not hide
it from whores."
With that, Derrick unzipped, drew out his nine-inch erection,
and stroked it at the girls, saying, "Furthermore, when whores
see this they should endeavor to get it inside their bodies and
drain it of its seed."
The girls watched their mother's reaction closely as she looked
from the cock to them and back. They saw what they took to be
grudging acceptance of the bizarre situation, and both girls
knew they would soon take their father's cock deep into their
bodies. If they could peer inside their mother's mind, they
would have been even more shocked.
Adrian resisted Derrick plans for the girls, only because she
felt resistance was called for. She knew her resistance was
futile, and he'd get his way. She'd seen this--or something
like this--coming for years. Since Stacy began developing her
luscious figure, her husband rarely made love to her without
fantasizing he was with Stacy. He added Theresa to the fantasy
fucks a year ago. Adrian knew he was planning and scheming, but
had no idea what form the plan would take.
Far from alarming Adrian, his plans for the girls fell right in
with a fantasy she'd held from childhood, that of being a young
girl, forced into whoredom. She, herself, had come so close to
living that reality with an abusive step-father. She had, in
fact, become a sexual slave to him, but her secret life was
never brought out in the open. It was only on the rare
occasions that the two were left alone that she served him as
his little whore. The memories of those years and her
fantasies helped her derive pleasure from Derrick's fast sex.
Her many masturbation sessions gave her a rewarding sex life.
Adrian saw the opportunity to live her fantasy vicariously
through her girls. Derrick wanted a harem of whores, and Adrian
knew they were being groomed for that purpose. They would not
be married off until Derrick was through with them. Whores
starting out in their early teens should be good for a decade or
more, and Adrian was secretly thrilled with the idea. Still,
she wanted her surrender to look good for the girls, if not for
Derrick.
She drew out the pregnant pause while allowing the tension to
build. Her eyes darted from her husband's cock to her
apprehensive girls and back many times before saying, "All
right, Derrick. You're right. I gave my word to God. I have
no choice but to love, honor, and obey you, even if I think what
you order is wrong. I said for better or worse. What is it you
want of me?"
Derrick sat back with a smug grin of victory, then said, "That's
better, Adrian. What I want from you is your full and complete
cooperation, and nothing less."
"Please, Derrick, just do as you please and allow me to look the
other way."
"Absolutely not. No, I want you to participate. We're
partners. Now, strip Stacy and prepare her for screwing. See
that she's aroused and ready to receive me. Bring her to me and
lift her onto my cock. That is just for starters. Oh, and you
may as well get naked yourself. That will be much more
interesting. I don't suppose they've seen their mommy naked,
have they?"
"Please, Derrick. Don't make me do that. I'll assist in this
decadence if I must, but let me preserve my Christian modesty."
"Strip, woman. You are the mother of whores. They will be
serving your carnal needs as well as mine. What do you need
with modesty?"
Adrian felt a warm flush course through her body as her eyes
wandered from one startled girl to the other. Lewd images of
incestuous lesbian debauchery added more color to her face.
Such images had only been matters of very private fantasy, but
the potential reality had her juices flowing, her skin tingling,
and her mouth watering.
The bizarre news also produced full red blushes on the girls'
faces as they contemplated this unexpected bit of information.
Having tasted this particular perversion just minutes earlier,
and with the taste of pussy mixed with semen still on their
breath, the girls could well imagine what this news meant. They
appeared awed and speechless as their mother reached for buttons.
The stunned girls watched clothing fall from their mother, item
by item, until she stood before them without a stitch on.
Adrian looked more like Theresa then she did Stacy. They both
wore their long dark hair pinned back with a hair clip. They
both had large almond eyes, full lips, and boyish figures.
Adrian, in fact, stood only three inches taller than her
youngest daughter's four feet eleven and only out-weighed her
hundred pounds by ten.
Stacy took after her father. She had long blonde hair with
natural curls that bounced about her shoulders. Her piercing
blue eyes and ultra soft complexion gave her a surreal, angelic
quality. Her fully-developed figure gave her a movie starlet
image.
At five feet four inches, she looked down on her mother by two
inches. They weighed the same, but that was due to Stacy's
overly thin arms, legs, and waist. Her eighteen-inch waist gave
her thirty-two-inch bust and thirty-four-inch hips a classic
hourglass shape. Her inch-long pastel-pink nipples had been a
big hit with the perverts she'd met.