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Academy Girls (Mf, Ff, dom, inc, teen)
by Phil Phantom
Copyright 1997, Phil Phantom, ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
the written permission of the author. This story may be freely
distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted
through mrdouble@ix.netcom.com.
***
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 clitand 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