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Fatherly Guidance part 4 by Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

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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- 

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