_________________________________________ 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 4 by Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) *** A reunion with her estranged father results in something unexpected. **** Mom met this guy about this time and began staying out all night. I had just turned 14 and feeling grown up and she didn't seem to worry about leaving me alone all night. Sometimes two or three days passed before she came home. She was in love, or at least lust and was so happy. I was glad for her because she was always so lonely and down. When she brought the guy home I was like dammmmmmn, he was really hot. He worked construction and had a hard body and was so good looking. Better than any of the "boys" I was fucking. He was a year older than mom and had big arms. My heart skipped a beat when I first saw him. He wasn't black but his skin was tanned. We talked a little while mom got dressed and even his voice was sexy. I got him a beer and sat next to him and he made a comment about how pretty I was. I just about melted. Here this gorgous, older guy was coming on to me and I loved it. After they left on their date, I called up one of my fuck buddies and rode him all night thinking of Ronnie. The next day after first meeting him, he came over to the house. I'm not sure why, but he had a key to the house and I was sitting on the sofa with Keith and Kevin, two guys from the football team. My top was off and my bra was undone but still over my shoulders. Kevin had his pants off and keith had his unzipped with his black cock standing straight up. I was stroking his cock and kissing Kevin while both played with my tits. We jumped when we heard the door slam and you never seen three people rushing so fast to get dressed. "Don't let me end the fun," Ronnie said standing just inside the living room. The boys were freaked out and were ready to go. They didn't know who he was but he's big and looked mean. They told me later they thought he was my dad and wanted out of there as soon as possible. I didn't clasp my bra back and only pulled my shirt back on. Ronnie got a beer and sat next to me. I wasn't sure if I should be mad at him or not but I was really concerned about what he'd tell my mom. "I hope I didn't scare off your boyfriends." "They're not my boyfriends." "Well, they're boys and you were pretty friendly with them," he said taking a swig from his bottle. I didn't respond. "Why are you here?" He looked down at me for a while and took another drink. "Was in the neighborhood. Thought I drop by to see how you are." "Well now that you see I'm fine, why don't you leave." I wasn't really mad, but I didn't want him interfering with my, uh, "fun". He finished the beer, set the empty bottle on the coffee table and put his feet up, leaning back. He looked at me and smiled, brushing a loose strand of hair away from my eye. "You really are beautiful, you know that, Debbie?" That caught me off guard and I wasn't sure how to answer. His hand drifted down to my shoulder and he began to massage it. I looked down at his large, calloused fingers as they moved about. "You know, Debbie," he began, "Vicksburg is a small town." I looked at him puzzled by that. "Yea, so?" "So people talk. Everyone knows everyone here. You know people that I know and I know people that you know." I knew my reputation was going to catch up with me sooner or later but I wasn't sure how. His other hand drifted up to the side of my cheek and he rubbed his fingers along my face for a few seconds. Then it went behind my neck and he pulled my head towards him while his face got closer. My eyes closed as I felt his lips touch mine. It was a hard, rough kiss as he crushed my lips. His tongue wiggled into my mouth and we began to French kiss. His breath tasted of beer and stale cigarettes. His hand began going inside my shirt. He was my mom's boyfriend and I wanted to stop him, but I didn't. He caressed my nipples, first one than the other. I think I moaned into his mouth. Everything became a blur after that. I remember sitting there one minute kissing him and the next I'm naked on the sofa under him with his large, hard cock sawing in and out of Rachael. He had such big muscles and it felt great letting him fuck me. Like Steve, he made me come before he did and when he rolled off of me, I was sweaty and panting. I watched as he got dressed and leaned over to kiss me. "I don't care who you fuck just as long as I get pussy anytime I want it, okay?" I looked up at him towering over me and nodded. Never before had I felt like this and I was still tingling inside my pussy. "And your mom don't need to know nothing `bout any of this either, understand?" I watched as he left, closing the door behind him. I smiled. **** Ronnie began coming over everyday after that often times he was waiting for me when I got home from school. We went through the same routine for about a week where we'd fuck and he'd leave allowing me to "see" anyone else I wanted to. When he stayed a little longer one day I began to wonder what he was up to. While caressing me after our love making, he wanted to "discuss my sexual history. He encouraged me to provide details while we were having sex. He started out by asking how many guys I had fucked with before I met him. When he first questioned me, I told him it was "a few". He continued to press me for a specific number. I didn't want to lie to him, but I didn't think he could handle the truth. I delicately avoided being specific. The next day while we were having an intense and passionate fuck session he stopped pumping me just as I was about to cum and he grabbed me firmly by the back of my head with both hands and looked me in the eye and told me that someone he knew from my high school told him that I was the "county slut". He told me that it didn't matter. Now I was "his slut" but he really wanted to know how many different cocks had been inside my pussy. He said that he had to know right now. He started fucking me as hard and as fast as he ever had. Slamming his cock deep inside of me. It felt so good, but I knew from experience I was going to be hurting for days. I took a deep breath and told him an answer. I wasn't exactly sure but I "think" it was between 300 and 400 different guys. Ronnie never told me how that compared to what he was expecting, but he seemed to take great pleasure in the knowledge that by anyone's standard, I was truly a slut. Shortly after that, Ronnie got laid off from his job. He made no attempt to look for another job because he expected to get called back soon and he was collecting unemployment. I knew this because he told me during one of our daily "sessions". A couple of weeks later mom was off from work and she sat me down for a serious talk. "Do you like Ronnie?" she asked me staring into my eyes hoping I'd say yes. I nodded. "Yea, he's okay, I guess." I didn't want to let on that every- day for about six weeks now I'd been fucking him behind her back. "I'm glad. It's important that you like him because I've asked him to move in with us." My mouth must have dropped opened because she smiled. "He got laid off and is having trouble paying his rent so I asked him to live with us. I know I probably should have discussed it with you first, but this is something that will help us all." "Oh, it's okay, mom, really. I'm sure it's only for a little while anyway. Just 'til he gets on his feet, right?" "Well, um that's something else I wanted to talk to you about." "You're not marrying him are you?!" "No, well, not right now anyway," she said with a giggle. "Oh, God, how do I start?" she said taking a deep breath and wringing her hands together. She looked at me and then to the floor. "I used to know Ronnie a long time ago. Before you were born. We dated in high school and even lived together a while after we graduated. Everything was going great until I found out I was pregnant. He changed after that. I was about six months pregnant when I came home from work one day and found him gone." I was stunned by what she said but it didn't really quite sink in. "I found out he moved to Florida and we lost contact with each other. He moved back into town two months ago and just walked into the diner pretty as you please. All those feelings I had for him so many years ago came flooding back." She stopped talking and looked at me. "Are you alright?" I nodded. This was too much information. "We stayed out so late that first night just catching up on what was going on. I told him all about you and he couldn't wait to meet his beautiful daughter." "Wait, you're saying he knew I was his daughter from the beginning?" "Yes, of course, silly. He was the one who brought you up. Why?" "Oh, no reason, I was just wondering." It finally hit me. This guy was my father. My real father. Not some random guy that she met in the diner. It was okay fucking him when he was just her boyfriend, but now? My stomach did a flip-flop as I thought about it. She kept talking, saying thing about shared living expenses and other shit, but I wasn't hearing her. I couldn't. I had just learned that I had sex with my father several times and now he was moving in with us and it probably would happen a lot more. I was still sitting there stunned when the door bell rang snapping me out of my trance. It was Ronnie and he had two guys with him to help him move his stuff in. I went to my room and waited until all the noise quieted down. "Ronnie and I are going out for a while to celebrate," my mom said poking her head into my bedroom. "Don't wait up," she added with a wink. I smiled as my door closed and waited until I heard her car start before I left my room. I had changed into a long shirt and had only my panties on under that. I wanted to be comfortable and went to get a soda. Just as I entered the living room I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw the two guys who helped Ronnie with his stuff were sitting on the coach drinking beers. "There you are," one said when he saw me. "Come join us for a beer." "Why are you still here? Ronnie's gone." "Yea, we know, we're waiting to get paid for helping him move his shit." "They'll probably be out late so you'll have to get the money later," I said walking towards the kitchen. The one that had been talking stood up and met me half way across the room. "We're not expecting money," he said smiling. "Ronnie promised us a little fun for helping out." I could see the second guy approaching us from the corner of my eye. I turned to look at him and suddenly felt a hand on my right breast. I pushed it away and backed up. "Come on, now, don't be like that. We know what kinda girl you are." I was staring at him when I felt the second guy come up behind me and put his arms over my shoulders. He was very tall and easily reached around me. "Come on, Debbie, show us that pussy you've been spreading all around town," he whispered in my ear. The first guy suddenly reached out again and grabbed both of my breasts. I gasped, not from shock, but from something else. The tall guy behind me leaned over and I felt his hand on my crotch, touching Rachael. I knew I should have screamed and ran away, but I didn't. Rachael wouldn't allow me to. They lead me towards the couch and I went. The tall one grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted and I raised my arms. My panties soon followed and I was at their mercy. An hour later I was panting on the couch feeling the cooling cum oozing out of Rachael and tasting the salty residue of one of their orgasms. They laughed and joked as they dressed and the tall one said they'd see me again soon as they headed for the door. I stayed naked on the couch reflecting on what was happening in my life. I was feeling depressed and wished I had someone to talk to. Even though I was angry at Rachael, she was someone I could always count on to make me feel better. The ringing of the phone broke my thoughts. "Hello?" "Hey, sweet cheeks, what's happening?" "Nothing really, just chillin' on the couch." "Cool. Mind if we drop by?" "Who is this?" I thought I recognized the voice but didn't know who it was or who "we" were. "Tim. Tim Johnson. You know me, we went out before. I got that green Monte Carlo." The car was kinda familar, but I didn't remember the name. But that doesn't suprise me as I didn't know most of the guys names I'd fucked. I glaced at the clock. 7:43. Mom said not to wait up so I expected her to be pretty last. I was feeling lonely and could use some company, even if it meant having sex to get it. "Sure, why not. Come on over," I said before hanging up. Slowly I made my way to the bathroom to clean up and had just finished a quick shower when the door bell was ringing. Wrapping a towel around me I made my way down to meet this Tim guy. "You always meet people like that?" Tony asked walking past me followed by Lee and some unknown guy. I did't know the new guy and figured it must be Tim. I closed the door and walked with them to the living room. "Didn't I tell you she was fine," Lee said to the new guy. "You're Tim, right?" I asked sitting between Tony and Lee and looking up at the other guy standing there. "No, my name's Charles, why?" "Oh, no reason, you just look like this guy I know named Tim." Just then the bell rang again and I stood to get it. "Let 'em go away," Tony said grabbing my arm. "We want to spend some time alone with you first." The bell rang again and I pulled free of his grasp. "Let me see who it is, okay?" "Tell them to go away," Lee shouted out as I reached for the knob. On the other side stood this mountain of a guy, middle line backer type flanked by two smaller guys all grinning at me. "Hi, Debbie, I'm Tim," he said extending his hand. Oh shit. The guy to his right I remember seeing some place before but the other guy I don't think we ever met. It's hard to be sure though with so many different faces. I still had on only a towel and stood there like I was frozen and they all stared at me. "Mind if we come in?" he asked. I opened the door wider and moved aside. The three of them walked past me inside and I was shocked to see a fourth guy dragging up the rear. He had been behind Tim and was dwarfed by his size. I swallowed hard thinking this was going to be another long night for me. Tony, Lee and Charles gave a collective "uhg" when they saw the four others enter but made no attempt to leave. "We was here first," Tony offered up and stood as if to stake a claim. Tim towered over him and just sort of laughed it off as he sat in a chair off to the side. "Relax, there's enough honey for all us," the one I thought I knew said putting his arm around my shoulder. The fourth and smallest of the new guys stayed farther back and looked a little intimidated by the others. He was younger than the rest and probably just a year or two older than I was. The third guy with Tim came to my other side and grabbed my towel, pulling it away from my body. In an instant I was naked in front of them. That caught me off guard and I squealed to their amusement. Tony and Lee both lunged towards me as the other two next to me began fondling my breasts. Within seconds I was surrounded by the four of them with three others watching. I'm not sure who was pulling on my arm, but I was jerked towards the couch and the rest descended on me. As much as he wanted to and as hard as he tried, Tony wasn't the first to get on top of me but he was the first in my mouth. The guy that jerked away the towel easily slipped deep into Rachael and began thrusting fast and hard right away. No build up. "Don't anyone cum in her 'til we all get a chance to fuck 'er," someone shouted out. The guy fucking me either didn't hear or didn't care as it wasn't long after that when I felt him stiffen and began grunting, much to the dismay to the others. Tony and the guy I thought I knew jockeyed around to be the next with Tony winning out. Lee had already positioned himself at my head and was getting a blow job. They each began taking turns on me and after a while I was turned over to use my ass and then together. It had been going on for a while before I got my first "break" and noticed Tim was still sitting in the chair fully dressed. The other six were naked and drained but Tim just sat there watching drinking a beer. I used the restroom, cleaned up and went back out for round two. They were recharged and ready to go. I could hear the phone ringing several times but ignored it. At least once I heard the door bell but didn't flinch. After a while I was numb but they kept going at me. The couch had a large wet spot under me from all the cum that leaked out. After the others had their fill and had moved away from me, Tim stood with a large grin. I couldn't believe he just sat there while they all fucked me and didn't get in on it. I watched as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out this huge, black cock. I think my eyes bulged when I saw it because it almost freaked me out. I know now that I never met this guy before because I would definitely remember that beast. Without much ado, he climbed on top of me and slid his fat cock inside me. It wouldn't go all the way in and he kept hitting the back of my womb, and he fucked me anyway. When he finished and pulled out, I could feel the cool air rushing in through the wide opened hole he left. Damn he was big and had some power behind his thrusts. I couldn't move and watched as the guys began to dress and leave. No one said a word to me as they walked out. I heard the clock down the hall chime twelve times and craned my neck to see the clock. It was midnight and I knew I'd better get to bed before mom and Ronnie came home and found me like this. I was sore and cleaned gently under the spraying water trying to wash off all their slime. My feeling of depression left while they were here, but now they're gone and that feeling was returning. After my shower I cleaned the living room, lit a few candles to cover the sex smell and went to bed. Shortly after 1 AM I heard Ronnie and Mom coming in making a lot of noise. Mom was giggling like she was drunk and I peeked out my door as they passed. Ronnie was literally carrying her down the hall to their room. I shut my door and went back to bed. I was sore and couldn't get comfortable, but eventually I fell asleep. As with most nights I had a dream. I dreamed someone was on top of me fucking me. It felt so real that it woke me up and I found Ronnie doing just that. My mom was passed out just down the hallway and he was fucking me. After he came he rolled over panting. It took a few minutes for him to catch his breath but eventually he did. "What the fuck happened to your pussy?" he asked looking over at me. I gave him a look like what are you talking about. "I can hardly feel myself inside you. You been fuckin' yourself with two liter bottles or something?" I just turned away from him without a answer and laid on my side. He stayed there a few minutes longer then climbed over me to leave. I could feel his warm cum leaking out and running down the back of my leg. **** "Your mom's in the shower, we don't have a lotta time," he said waking me from a deep sleep. It was 6:36 and he was prying my legs opened. They were crusty and sticky from last night but that didn't seem to bother him at all. I wasn't fully awake as he began thrusting in and out of me. He fucked me like he had a mission and my bed squeaked it's resentment to this early morning intrusion. His hands were under me raising my ass as he humped up and down like a mad man. I watched the clock just beyond his shoulder as he finished. 6:43 and he was done. Getting off me he pulled up his shorts and informed me my mom sent him in to wake me for school. I groaned rolling out of bed. This was not going to be a good day. I washed the best I could but not nearly good enough to remove the musky stench of sex. A little perfume helped, but I could still smell him on me. Mom had a bowl of cereal for me but I wasn't hungry. Ronnie insisted I eat to "keep my strength up". "I'll take 'er to school, honey, why don't you just go back to bed and get a little more sleep," he said kissing her hard on the mouth. She giggled as he slapped her on the butt and headed towards their bedroom. "Let's go," he said turning to me. We were hardly out of the drive way when he looked over at me. "What's with the jeans?" "What do you mean?" "Why are you wearing jeans? You look much better in skirts. Really short ones," he said with a wink. "You've got great legs and should show them off. I turned and looked out the window. A minute later I felt his hand on my breast. I wanted to slap it away but knew better than to do that. "Unbutton the top button," he said massaging my breast. I looked at him and then at his hand. I sighed and did what he asked. "Yea, that's much better," he added opening it one more. "You know you'd be a lot more popular if you didn't wear a bra." I looked over at him stunned and felt his hand slid into my shirt and fondle my breast under my bra. "I think I'm popular enough now," I said sarcastically. He laughed. "Yea, I guess you're right." We sat in silence for the next two blocks and when I opened my door to get out, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back. "This weekend we'll go shopping for some new clothes for you, okay?" I gave a half smile and nodded. -end of part 4- 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/