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Academy Girls 
by Phil Phantom (phil@philphantom.com)
www.PhilPhantom.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. (MFff, ped, reluc, family-inc)

***

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 membranes 
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 
faced 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