_________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Fatherly Guidance part 3 by Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) *** A reunion with her estranged father results in something unexpected. **** I had been lonely and depressed until that day and then like a junkie craving a fix, I binged myself with sex. I fucked anyone who asked, anywhere, anytime anyway they wanted. If they had the balls to ask me, I spread my legs for them. My reputation did a tail spin as the body count shot up. Most of the guys I fucked were black so hardly any white guys even asked me out. I was marked as a black cock slut and many didn't want anything to do with me. That meant open season on the skinny white girl who like to fuck black guys. I was passed around like a cracker and cheese platter at an office party and loved the attention. Rachael had talked me into trying anal sex before she left and black guys seemed to love to fuck my ass. My mom was still working the late shift and guys were hanging around our house all the time. I didn't even need to go out looking for sex, it came to me. Groups of guys would show up from time to time. Rachael and I usually fucked them in groups but she wasn't here any more. That didn't stop me from keeping the tradition. I was easily fucking 10 to 15 guys a day, almost all of them were black but I didn't have to worry about getting pregnant. I fucked a lot of regulars but a lot of new guys came around too once they heard of my reputation. Someone always had a cousin or brother they wanted me to meet. It didn't matter, I spread my legs for them too. My mother freaked out when she came home early one day and caught me with three guys fucking me and two other waiting. She threw the guys out and lectured me for days about throwing my life away and I'm too young to be having sex. She had no idea the staggering number of guys I'd fucked so far. It had been a year since I lost my virginity and I fucked more guys since then than most street prostitutes fuck in a life time. There were a few names listed, only their first names, but most entries were like: three guys at the mall, guy from the park, guy from next street over, shit like that. Often at parties I'd lose count of how many there were and sometimes got confused as several fucked me more than once. I tried my best to record accurately how many times I'd fucked but failed miserably. I met Steve that summer. He moved into Rachael's old house and I'd see him from time to time working outside. He was an assistant manager at Home Depot and worked in the lighting department. Steve was 33-years-old and was very handsome. I noticed the wedding band on his hand right away, so when he started paying attention to me and flirting with me, I knew what he wanted. Not only was he older than most of the guys I fucked, he was white and not really my thing, if you know what I mean. Any way Steve didn't work very often during the weekday evenings and seldom on the weekends so he was home a lot when I was home. His house was two houses away but he made a point to come talk to me when he saw me. I lied and told him I was 16 when he asked. Even though I knew it was wrong, I agreed to go out with Steve one night while his wife was at work. We went to the park and made out in his car after drinking some wine coolers. Steve told me he was planning to divorce his wife. It was the start of an affair that lasted all summer long. Steve was an experienced and talented lover. I had my first multiple orgasms through intercourse with only one guy. I never expected that we would have a future together. But I ended up falling in love with him and he broke my heart when he took a job in another state and moved away with his wife. During the time that I was seeing Steve which was right up until the month I started high school, I only fucked a few select guys. I wanted to be faithful to Steve. Even though a lot of the guys I had slept with had graduated before I started, my reputation had a life of its own. Occasionally someone would gather the nerve to ask me about one of the countless rumors. The truth was scandalous enough, but the stories had been repeated and retold so now they had me sleeping with 50 guys at the same time. It was pretty embarrassing. I think the entire class senior class claimed to have fucked me at least once. Girls avoided me like the plague and guys wouldn't leave me alone. I was feeling depressed about Steve leaving and guys kept hitting on me. Even the freshmen who a year ago wouldn't even ask me out. It didn't take me long to get over Steve and start dating. That's when the flood gates opened again and guys were all over me. I fucked before, after, and during school, in the boys restroom, under bleachers, behind bushes, empty class rooms, under stairs, on stage behind the curtains, any place we could. I now how access to all the older guys I wanted and they were standing in line for me. The "slutty eighth grader" that many students had heard about last year now had a face so my reputation suffered even more. Older girls threatened me and I was often cursed and sometimes slapped for no reason other than I was a slut. Mom must have suspected that I was screwing around again because she kept asking if I was having any "boys" over while she's not home. She also reminded me not to leave the house for any reason. All this fell on deaf ears as I was out slutting around like usual. I even visited Gary at least once a week to get some weed and paid for it with my pussy. If there were other guys there, it was a bonus. **** "After school today I want you to take the bus out to the restaurant," she said as I got ready for school. "Huh? What? Why?" I asked confused as she never once asked me to do that. "We never get to see each other and I want to spend a little time with my only daughter." This was going to seriously screw up my plans but I can't let her know that. I think the real reason was that she wanted to keep me from fucking anyone and thought I would be better off under her watchful eyes. She kissed me on the forehead and handed me two dollars. "This is for the bus. Come and have dinner with me. I take my break at 4 so don't be late, okay?" I nodded with a half smile. My day at school started out pretty normal, a blow job for Michael before my home room class, Gerald and Willie fucked me during lunch, Ben, Joe, Cab and Roy fucked me during PE and I hooked up with Chris and Derrick after school. I would have let a lot of others fuck me after school, but I didn't want to miss the bus to meet my mother. Even though I "peed" out most of the cum before walking to the bus stop, I still felt gooey inside and smiled thinking that Rachael should love that feeling. Several people were waiting for the bus so I stood off to the side along with them. An older white guy tried talking to me but I just ignored him until the bus came. He wasn't my type. I found a vacant seat and sat next to the window. The bus hardly got going when someone sat next to me. I was hoping it wasn't the old guy from the stop but when I turned it was a tall black guy in his 20s. He smiled and had a grill of gold teeth. He was someone I never met, I was sure of it. "Can I sit with you?" he asked sitting before I had time to answer. I smiled and turned back to look out of the window. "You're Donna, right?" he asked. I shook my head. "Debbie. My name's Debbie." "Oh, sorry 'bout dat. My friend know you and tole me your name's Donna.' I followed to where he was pointing to see another black guy about the same age but stocky. He looked a lot like the rapper 50 cent and was grinning at me so I smiled back. He didn't look familiar either. "I'm Curtis," he said extending his hand. I took it and he brought my to his mouth and kissed it. How corny. "You show is fine," he said not letting go of my hand. I mumbled a thank you and pulled my hand free. "You goin' far?" "No, not really." "Us too. Just heading to my crib," he added with a toothy grin. Leaning closer to me he whispered, "I got some killer weed there if you wanna get high." I looked at him closer. He wasn't ugly, not by a long shot and seemed nice enough. God knows I'd fucked uglier guys and others pretty mean too, but did I really want to go to his place? I knew what that would mean. I looked at my watch. 3:16. The bus trip usually took about a half an hour to the diner so that didn't give much time. "I wish I could but I gotta meet my mom at 4," I said hoping that would be enough to end our conversation. "No probs, sweet thang. We just fire up a couple and chill a while and you go meet yo mamma." He was smiling again and took my hand. I was about to jerk it away when he placed it on his leg. Damn! Either he had a kielbasa shoved in the front of his jeans or he was sporting one hell of a huge hard-on. He didn't look Polish. I remember swallowing hard and looking down at my hand. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer, letting his fingers touch my left nipple. I was too distracted by his cock to pay any attention to his fingers making circles around my nipple. I remember breathing hard as I gently squeezed his manhood. That was all it took. I knew I was going to his "crib". The three of us got off at the next stop and headed towards a rundown apartment complex. We had a few looks from people as we passed but no one bothered us. Inside his apartment was some guy introduced as Roger and shortly after closing the door Curtis was kissing me and grabbing my tits. Roger was already smoking and handed it to the 50 cent look-a-like who took a hit and gave it to me. Five minutes after entering his apartment, I was naked from the waist down and having Curtis trying to get his fat cock into me. Roger was working on my bra and 50 cent was getting undressed. We fucked for a while before I happened to notice the clock on the wall. 4:28. I freaked. I was already 30 minutes late and my mom would be pissed. I was on my knees and Curtis was fucking my ass and I called for him to hurry. He wanted to cum in each of my holes and that was the last one. 50 Cent managed to cum twice as well as Roger. A few minutes more and he was shooting his wad deep into my bowels. I pulled away quickly and began to get dressed. "Sorry but I gotta go. Gotta meet my mom and I'm late." I said buttoning my shirt as I headed towards the door. They each mumbled something but none tried to stop me. It was five minutes to five when I rushed in. Mom was just coming back from her break and glared at me. I went to her and apologized as best as I could. "Where in the hell have you been? Do you know how worried I was about you? You should have been here an hour ago!" She didn't lay off. "Sorry mom, but I got on the wrong bus and ended up some place I didn't know where I was. It took me a while but I found the right bus and now I'm here. I'm so sorry I'm late..." She stopped and looked at me. The angry face seemed to fade a little and the corner of her mouth actually curved upwards. "Thank God you're okay. I know those buses can be so confusing sometimes." She was buying the whole lame story and I sighed a breath of relief. "Come, let me introduce you to everyone," She said pulling me by the arm. I met Gloria and Cathy, two other waitresses, James, the owner, Mark, the cook, Ed his helper and Salvador, the bus boy. The diner was kind of run down and catered to mostly the truckers but a few locals and highway traffic stopped in. Mom gave me a plate of food and took me to the back table to eat. Several of the male customers kept looking at me and I often caught Salvador staring at me. I smiled and wondered if guys knew when a girl was a slut. Like if we give off some kind of signal or smell. As Salvador watched me I thought I'd put on a little show and took the longest fry and slowly pushed it into my mouth holding it by two fingers. Slowly I pulled it out with my lips closed tightly around it. His mouth was opened, eyes wide as I repeated it a few times. Smiling, I began to push the fry in and out of my mouth as if I was performing oral sex on it. The look on his face was priceless. After about a minute it had become too soggy to continue so I ate it. The entire time he not once took his eyes off me. It wasn't until James yelled his name that the scrambled away from me. I winked at him as he left. The table I was eating at was next to the restrooms and I noticed a very large, bulky man headed towards me, staring at my tits. I looked down and saw that in my haste, I buttoned my shirt wrong and totally forgot to put my bra on. I must have left it at Curtis' place. My nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. I waited a while and decided to go to the restroom and fix myself the best I could. Just as I entered the hall way, the men's room door opened and Mr. Big belly stepped out and stopped right in front of me. "Evenin', mam'," he said tipping his cowboy hat and not taking his eyes off my chest. I smiled and tried to walk past him. "How much?" he asked. "Huh? What do you mean?" "How much you charge for, uh, companionship?" I didn't get it right away but as soon as I did I got mad and pushed past him. He actually thought I was a prostitute! The door didn't have a lock on it so I leaned against it just in case he tried to come in after me. After I calmed down I went to the mirror and was shocked to see my reflection. I had a wad of sticky cum caught in my hair, a six inch line of something crusty that I assume was dried cum stretching from my cheek to the top of my eye brow and a black, kinky pubic hair plastered to the front of my neck. Shit! I hoped mom didn't notice. But how could she not? I cleaned up, fixed my shirt and put on a little make up before heading out. The fat Texan was gone but the place was starting to get busy with the dinner crowd. Salvador had cleaned my table when I returned and he called me over. "I keep chu fud for chu," he said in broken English. "Come chere." I followed him towards the kitchen. I looked around and noticed everyone was busy. We went to a small area just off the kitchen where my plate of food was waiting for me. I wasn't really hungry and thanked him but didn't eat. I could tell he wanted to say something but didn't as either he was worried about his English or my reaction. We don't have a lot of Spanish people in Vicksburg so it was odd to see him. He kept trying to say something but I couldn't understand him. "He likes you," a booming voice came from behind me. It was Ed, the helper. "He said he thinks you're beautiful and said he liked your little show out there earlier. I did too," he added with a wink. "Oh, that's sweet," I said smiling at him. He smiled back and did something quite unexpected. Leaning forwards he kissed me. Right on the mouth. I didn't know how to react and just stood there while his tongue found its way inside my mouth. One of his hands went to the back of my head, pulling me closer while the other went between my legs. He kissed me for a while before I felt hands on my shirt. My buttons were one by one opening but Salvador still had one hand behind my head. Looking down I saw two large black hands undoing my last button. I turned around and Ed was standing right there. I hardly had time to think when he bent down and began kissing me. Fingers fumbled with my zipper and jean button and I felt someone tugging my pants down. Why does this always seem to happen to me? Next thing I know I'm on a cold metal table with Ed between my legs sawing in and out. Salvador is kneeling on the table near my head and I'm sucking his short, brown cock. "Ed, where the hell are..." I heard a voice come from the door way. "Holly shit," quickly followed. I struggled to see who it was and groaned when I saw it was Mark, the cook. He needed help and couldn't find Ed. After about five minutes of steady pumping, Ed stiffened and then stopped moving before pulling away from me. Looking over my breasts I saw Ed pulling his pants up and talking to Mark. Salvador pulled his cock out of my mouth and was about to move between my legs when Mark stopped him. "Oh no you don't, you little worm. I'm going next!" he said walking towards me. He pulled the dirty apron up, holding it with his chin and began tugging at his zipper. Salvador moved back to my face and shoved his cock back into my mouth. Mark wasn't as big as Ed and slipped in very easily. After a while the juicy smacking sounds echoed in the small room. Ed had gone into the kitchen to cover for Mark while he humped away on top of me. His belly was large and round and jiggled as he thrust into me. Salvador came followed shortly by Mark. Both men moved away from me at the same time and scrambled to get back to work. The entire encounter between the three men took about 10 minutes and I didn't cum once. I headed back to the restroom to the toilet and let the collection of cum drip out of me for a long time. Rachael was red and angry and a little tender but I knew she was happy. She's always happy when she gets fucked. She's a slut and sluts like that. I cleaned up and headed out to find my mom. "Is it okay if I go now?" I asked as she walked away from taking another order. "Yea, sure, let me just get you some bus money," she said dropping the paper off at the counter. It was a little after 6:00 and I didn't feel like staying there all night. I followed her to the back and she dug into her purse. There was another guy behind the counter, the night manager named Vinny and he was kinda cute. Gloria was about to go home and some other woman was taking her place but I didn't get her name. James was counting some money when he saw us back there. "You're not leaving so soon, are you?" he asked me with a smile. "Yea, I gotta go. Got home work to do." "How 'bout I give you a ride home then?" "Oh, no, James, that's okay. I don't want to bother you," mom piped in. "It's no bother, really. And I could use the company on the way home. What do you say?" I looked at mom pleadingly. I really didn't want to take the bus again because of all the weird people on it and if I ran into someone like Curtis again I might no make it home. "Can he, mom?" "Oh, alright. I guess it'll be fine, if it's no trouble," she added speaking to James. "No trouble at all. It'll be my pleasure," he said winking at me. The ride home was uncomfortable. He mentioned several times how pretty I was and kept making references to me having a lot of boyfriends. I sat quietly most of the 15 minute drive but when he asked me what I like to do with my boyfriends I wasn't sure how to respond. He asked again, this time putting his ham-sized hand on my leg. "Mostly just hang out, that's all," I mumbled not sure what he was looking for. "What about sex? Do you like sex?" I looked down at his hand and then to his face. We were at a red light and he was glaring at me with a crooked smile. "I know you're not a virgin, your mom told us about your little pregnancy scare." He smiled more. "And unless your name's Mary, I don't think you can get pregnant unless you have sex," he add winking. Oh my God what has she told them? What all do they know about me? Is that why Salvador, Ed and Mark did that? Has she told any of the customers at the diner? Is that why that trucker asked me that? "Hey, you in there?" James asked patting my leg. I was so lost in my thoughts I forgot where I was. "Is it the yellow house?" I looked up and saw we were on my street just a few houses away from ours. I nodded and he pulled into the driveway. "Thanks for the ride," I said swinging open the door. "Hold on, not so fast," he said grabbing my wrist. "Aren't' you going to invite me in?" I looked at him and wanted to scream out 'NO!' "I need to use the bathroom, mind if I use yours?" I should have told him to go to the corner store or hold it until he got home, but he was my mom's boss and he just gave me a ride home. It's the least I could do. "Sure." I said as he released me. Turning off the car he followed me into the house and I pointed to the hallway. "Second door." The phone was ringing and I answered it before he turned the corner. It was Andre, one of my steady fuckers. He wanted to come over to see me but I had to put him off. "I got someone here right now," I said just louder than a whisper. I didn't want James to hear. "Well call me when he leaves. I want some of that too," he said with a laugh. I faked a laugh and hung up. James was just coming out of the bathroom and I went to the kitchen to get a soda. I figured I'd wait in there until he left. After my second sip I heard him enter the kitchen. "Got another one of those? I'm pretty thirsty." "In the fridge," I said sitting at our table. He grabbed one and sat next to me, pulling his chair closer. The phone started to ring but I ignored it. "You're mom's a great worker," he said popping the top on the can. "Very dedicated, hard working, dependable, honest and reliable." For a minute I thought he was going to nominate her for employee of the month award. "She's been with me for going on six years now." I wondered where he was going with this conversation. The phone ran again. I wanted him to leave and hoped if I talked on the phone he'd get the hint. It was Marcus and after about a minute, I told him I'd call him back. "That one of your boyfriends?" He asked taking another sip of soda. I nodded hoping he'd just leave. "You know why your mom's such a great worker?" he asked. I shook my head. I never really thought much about it. "It's because she really needs this job. Look around you, Debbie. All this stuff costs money. Just to live in this little shack costs money. If she didn't have a job where do you think you'd live? Probably on the street, huh? I know you don't have any family around here and there's really no help for single mothers who got fired from their job, now is there?" he said leaning forward to let it sink in. I felt his big hand on my arm. "It really would be a shame if she lost her job, wouldn't you say?" I sat speechless. What was he saying? Was he going to fire her? His other hand went to my shoulder and he squeezed a little. He leaned closer and I could smell his foul breath just inches away. "You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?" "No," I whispered looking down. "I didn't think so." He moved closer, his face just inches from mine. I didn't flinch or pull back as I felt his lips touch mine. He kissed me several times before sitting back a little. "I think we understand each other, don't we?" he asked tweaking my left nipple. I knew what he wanted. It's what every guy wants from me. Using his index finger he raised my chin until we were looking into each other's face. He was old and fat and ugly and I really didn't want to have sex with him but I knew if I said no he'd fire my mom. "Show me your room," he said standing up. Slowly I stood and the phone rang. I didn't even look to see who it was. Walking from the kitchen I heard the door bell ringing but I ignored that too. He followed me to my room. I watched as he undressed. Even his chest hairs were grey and he had saggy man-boobs. His briefs were dingy and gapped from the elastic in several places. His legs and torso were pasty white and his arms were semi tanned. There were several rolls of fat along his stomach and he reminded me of the Michelin tire guy. He did have a very large bulge in the front of his underwear but I wasn't sure if it was cock or if it just sagged from age. He grabbed the sides and pulled them down exposing a sickly white cock that flopped down. He sat on my bed and I looked at his cock again. It looked like a freshly peeled potato and was unusually thick, bulging about the middle and getting smaller towards the head, which was hidden under foreskin. The phone rang again and I ignored it. I remember swallowing hard. "Like what you see?" he asked leaning back and interlacing his fingers behind his head. "Now it's your turn." I stood staring at his cock thinking how much it looked like a blob of mush when I saw it twitch. "Let's go, I don't have all night," he said sitting up. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall away. I wasn't wearing a bra and his face lit up when my tits came into view. "Come here, I want to suck on those beauties," he commanded. He licked and sucked and nibbled on them all the while unbuttoning my jeans and trying to get them down. Once around my ankles, he leaned back and told me to suck his cock. It was oily and smelly and very spongy, but I didn't it any way. Soon it began growing and got too large to hold with one hand. The head, though smaller than the rest, filled my mouth. I tried a few times to deep throat him but couldn't get it into my throat. This was absolutely the thickest cock I've had. Fully hard it was almost as big around as a bottle of water and a little longer. I sucked him for about 15 minutes before he pulled me up onto the bed. Getting on his side, he tried several times to stab it into me but it kept slipping out. Finally he rolled on top of me and in one thrust, pushed it in. I gasped as it took my breath away. He was on me, fucking as best as a 6 foot 4 inch, 350 pound man could do but crushing me in the mean while. His cock filled me up, stretching me like I'd never been before. If it wasn't for the fact that he was so ugly and gross and smashing me under his bulk, I might have enjoyed it. I fought to catch my breath with each upward stroke and braced myself for the pounding blows to follow. My bed cried out under his weight and the force of his thrusts and I knew it would give way at any moment. I could hear bells ringing in the back ground but I wasn't sure if it was the door bell or the phone. Right then it didn't really matter. He began to slow down and I felt that fat slug of a cock began to jerk inside of me. Thank God he was cumming. He remained motionless atop me for several long minutes until he caught his breath and rolled over. My lung ached to be filled with fresh air. I was all sweaty from his perspiration and could smell his disgusting food odor all over me. I got up to shower not caring if it offended him or not. When I got out he was gone. For that I was thankful. My phone was ringing again so I answered it. Clifton was calling. We'd only fucked maybe five times but he always made me feel good. "What you doin', baby?" he asked. That fat slob made me feel dirty and depressed and I really needed someone to cheer me up. "Just waiting for you to call," I said already feeling a little better. "Want me to come over?" He really didn't need to ask. I hardly had time to pull my sheets off before the doorbell was ringing. "That was fast," I said swinging open the door. I still had on the towel from my shower and groaned to see Tony, Lee and that other guy smiling at me. "I don't have time right now," I said as they pushed their way in. I knew it was useless to fight them. Tony began kissing me in the door way while the other two headed for the couch. The towel around my head was the first to fall followed quickly by the on around my tits. He pulled me towards the couch. "I'm expecting someone over so when he gets here, I need to stop and let him in." "Don't worry 'bout him, we'll let him in," Lee said grinning. The three of them were on me as soon as they could get their clothes off. Tony was the first in my pussy and was close to cumming when the door bell rang. "I'll get it," the third guy said getting up. Lee was getting a blow job and Tony was still pounding away at my pussy. I first met Clifton at a gang bang party so I knew he wouldn't mind the others here. He grabbed a soda and sat to watch as the other three went at me. The phone rang. I wasn't going to answer it, but Lee reached over for it. "Hello?" he asked. "Yea, she's here, but she's a little busy right now," I heard him say. "Naw, she can't talk right now she gots her mouth full of cock," he added with a laugh. Oh my God who is he talking to? Pulling his cock out of my mouth he looked down at me. "Some dude name Andre want to talk to you. I told him you was busy," before I could answer he pushed his cock back into my mouth. "She said to come on over she's having a party. And bring a friend or two," he said laughing as he hung up the phone. Marcus called next and Lee tried to do the same thing but Marcus told him he wanted to talk to me. He asked if I was okay and I said yes but it was best if he didn't come over right now. I had just hung up when the door bell rang. Clifton got up to answer it and in walked Andre and his cousin Troy. We got off the couch and onto the middle of the living room as there was more room. The five of them fucked me, often all at the same time but mostly two or three at a time. Tony, Lee and the other guy left about 10:00 and the other two stayed about an hour longer. I showered again and was about to make my bed when the doorbell rang again. It was already 11:25 and I was tired. It rang again followed by the phone. I answered it when I saw Marcus's number. He just wanted to make sure I was okay and said he was waiting outside if I wanted to let him in. He is really nice to me and treats me good so I decided to let him in. He had a joint and we smoked it before fucking. He left and just before midnight, I fell asleep still leaking his cum. **** -end part 3- IF YOU ENJOYED THIS STORY PLEASE LET ME KNOW, I'D LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU! Feedback Form: http://www1.asstr.org/cgi-bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=DFJEIHKUUZPSNCHHAXJZ ALL MY STORIES CAN BE FOUND AT: /files/Authors/wetfly6969/STORIES/