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Academy Girls
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.
Adrian had eyes for Stacy. She focused almost exclusively on Stacy while
stripping. With each item removed, and with each new body part revealed, she
tried to gauge Stacy's reaction.
Stacy surveyed her naked mother for the first time, and could not help but
wonder what her mother's mature vagina would taste like. She had a full beard
between her legs where Theresa was almost hairless. Her mother had small
breasts that needed no bra, where Theresa was just developing breast buds.
Other than that, their bodies looked almost identical. They even had
identical nipples-dark Hershey's Kiss nipples.
Adrian moved to Stacy and turned her to face away as she moved to undo the
dress, saying, "Just relax, Stacy. I don't like this any more than you do,
but we both have an obligation to obey your father."
The dress became loose and slipped easily to her feet. Adrian unhooked the
bra, letting it fall, then knelt to draw the sexy panties down her daughter's
thin legs. Stacy stepped free with a gentle urging. Still kneeling, Adrian
turned Stacy by the hips until she face her. As the body turned, Adrian faced
a wet full-lipped pussy lightly downed in golden curls. Adrian gave the coral
slit and protruding clit a visual inspection before rising slowly.
She took Stacy by the hand and led her to her father. He sat grinning,
stroking an impressive erection that would have amazed Stacy had she not seen
and sucked larger. Still, his nine inches of throbbing maleness loomed
ominously as she realized where it was destined to go.
Adrian moved up behind Stacy as Theresa came to the side to witness the
impending incestuous penetration. Adrian moved Stacy to her father's knees,
then slid both hands down her sides, curling around the hip bones to delve
between her daughter's legs.
Stacy stiffened as her mother's fingers slid between her legs and began
massaging her slick intimate flesh. Adrian said, "Relax, Stacy. I know this
must be embarrassing for you, but I must do this to get you ready. Relax.
This won't hurt if you'll try to relax."
Stacy tried, but with her crotch on display, being fondled, molded, and
penetrated by her own mother, relaxing was almost impossible. Hairs from her
mother's pubic mound tickled her ass as the fingers built a wet fire between
her legs.
Her father didn't help matters by angling his cock menacingly toward her slit,
vying for space with maternal fingers. Adrian told Stacy to widen her stance
and move forward over her father's lap.
Stacy did as she was told and soon found herself in a most open and vulnerable
position. Adrian stepped between Derrick's legs to stay up tight to Stacy's
ass. Her mother took her father's cock in hand and used it to massage pussy
flesh, sending a flood of tingles through the blushing teen as the head pried
apart her slimy sex lips. Delicious tingles shot through her body each time
the hot and spongy head mashed her clit.
The happy reverend added new tingles when he used his free hands to cup her
tits and thumb her nipples, saying, "You feel like a whore now, don't you,
Stacy? You want Daddy to fuck your whore pussy now, don't you?"
Stacy looked between her legs to the cock trying to gain entrance. She bit
her lower lip and nodded unconvincingly. He said, "Say it! Say it like a
whore would say it. Use the words I taught you, and tell me what you want."
Stacy felt the head of her father's cock nestle at her hole. She sank lower to
prevent her mother from moving it away. Her mother's hands moved to her hips
and applied a gentle downward pressure as she whispered in her ear, "Say it,
Stacy. Use the filthy words. Go ahead, sweetheart."
Stacy grimaced as she settled even lower. The bulbous head pried past her
opening to pop inside. She groaned out the words, "I want your hard cock
inside my pussy, Daddy."
Derrick grinned. Adrian encouraged, "Take more, Stacy. Say something else."
Stacy sank down on two more inches, then said, "Fuck my whore pussy. I want
you to fuck me. Fuck my cunt, Daddy."
With half of his cock buried in her pussy, Stacy looked down, amazed at the
sight she saw. Theresa dropped to her knees and leaned in for a much better
look. Adrian dropped to her knees behind Stacy and viewed the exciting
penetration from the rear, using her delicate fingers to feel the point of
entry, urging, "Take more, Stacy. Settle lower."
Stacy felt her mother's thumbs prying apart her ass cheeks. Her mother's
excitement was beyond containing. Her father remained sprawled, obviously
pleased. He took Theresa by the scruff of her neck and forced her face into
the juncture, saying, "Here, you want a good look? Lick while you look."
Stacy took another two inches of cock as she felt her sister's tongue licking
over her distended clit. She could also feel her mother's warm breath wafting
over her rear areas which was soon followed by a licking tongue.
The flood of wicked carnal sensations coming from her crotch had Stacy's head
swimming. She could barely focus on anything, and when she felt a tongue stab
into her rectum, she almost passed out from hyper-ventilating.
Stacy's mind was a-buzz with conflicting emotions and thoughts. On the one
hand, what she was doing and feeling was so alien to her upbringing, so
vulgar, so un-Christian. On the other hand, she'd never felt so alive, full
of feeling, sensuous, decadent, and deliciously wicked.
She gradually regained some composure, enough to get a good look at her
father, a man she'd always feared if not respected. His eyes were open, but
he seemed to stare through her. He was in ecstasy, and Stacy realized it was
her tight pussy giving him that intense pleasure.
This realization filled her with a sense of wonder. She'd gradually adjusted
to the filling pressure inside her body even though she'd unwittingly managed
to take him all the way inside. She could feel the bulbous head move within
her. The motion felt good, but she knew it felt even better to her father.
Settling fully and then rising almost all the way off before settling fully
again made him moan.
Stacy liked the effect she was having on him. The two tongues were difficult
to ignore, but she concentrated her efforts on making her father moan. She
rode her father's cock while putting a sensuous grind in her pelvis. When she
rose to the tip, the tongues converged where the cock entered her cunt, vying
for space in her crotch, inter-twining like slippery eels.
When she sank to his pubic hair, the tongues were forced out. One went to her
clit, the other went up her ass. She couldn't decide which position she liked
best. Both had their advantages. She kept up the motion.
She watched her father's eyes and noticed when he seemed to focus on her own.
When she was certain she had his attention, she smiled. Derrick smiled back,
then looked to her crotch as she raised up. He could see the tongues at work
trying to wedge themselves in alongside his cock. Stacy held the pose as he
seemed enthralled by what he saw.
She brought both hands up to cup the underside of her breasts while doing a
sexy dance on the end of his cock. His eyes lingered in her crotch, then
traveled to her breasts, then on up to meet her eyes. Again, they exchanged
smiles. Stacy sank to his groin and ground her cunt on his pubic mat, making
him moan.
Derrick looked her in the eyes and said, "Are you Daddy's whore, Stacy?"
She said, "Yes."
This prompted her mother to say, "Tell him more, Stacy. Talk to him. Talk
filthy to him."
Stacy said, "I love fucking. I love being your whore. Fuck my cunt, my whore
cunt, Daddy."
Her mother cried, "More, Stacy. Keep talking."
Stacy realized her words had a more powerful impact on her mother, although
her father enjoyed them as well. She smiled and said, "Shoot your sperm up my
pussy, Daddy. Make me a pregnant whore."
Her father liked what she said, but her mother reacted instantly, saying,
"Yes! More, Stacy. Beg him to knock you up. Beg for his bastard."
"Fuck a bastard in me, Daddy. Make a bastard baby in my belly. Fuck your
sperm in deep. Flood my womb with your baby cream. Don't you want a pregnant
whore? Please don't pull out! Fuck me pregnant, please fuck me pregnant!"
That did it. Derrick lunged up, lifting Stacy to her tip toes. Sperm flooded
her insides as Adrian cried out, "Are you cumming in her cunt, Derrick?"
"Yes, Adrian. I'm cumming! I'm creaming her whore womb, Adrian."
Stacy went over the top as she felt spurt after spurt splash her insides. She
ground out her own orgasm with their crotches merged. She was still grinding
out her climax after Derrick settled and was spent. When her orgasm subsided,
she fell forward onto his chest. Her mother and sister attacked her crotch
from the rear. Both were licking the discharge seeping from the edges of her
stuffed hole while prying her cheeks wide.
Derrick allowed this to go on while they caught their breath. He then had
Stacy sit up and turn in place on his lap, keeping the wilting but still
semi-rigid cock inside. When she had her back to him, he pulled her to lie
against his chest. With her legs outside of his, and with his legs spread to
their fullest, she presented her mother and sister with a most provocative
spread.
They were both in the space between Derrick's knees, and both were lapping at
her stuffed twat. Stacy found it hard to believe what she was seeing, but
seeing was believing. Tongues lapped at the milky goo oozing from her
stretched thin slit. Her father whispered, "That feels good, doesn't it,
sweetheart?"
While staring at her own pussy, Stacy said, "Yes. It feels great." Her hand
moved to her clit and rubbed gently.
Derrick massaged her breasts, saying, "It doesn't bother you that I might be
getting you pregnant at this very minute?"
Stacy rubbed her other hand over her womb and said, "If it doesn't bother you,
no. You're my father. You can do with me as you please."
"Then you'll bear me all the bastards I want?"
"Yes, of course."
Adrian paused in her licking to look up at Derrick and say, "See, Derrick.
There's no need to send these girls off to be trained. They will both serve
you, mark my word. Look at Theresa. She can't wait for her turn. They're
whores, Derrick."
"Yes, it would appear so. Perhaps we can save our money. Yes, I think you're
right, Adrian. In fact, you can train my whores for me, can't you?"
"If that is your wish."
"That is my wish."
The End