_________________________________________ 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 5 by Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) *** A reunion with her estranged father results in something unexpected. School was as mundane as usual. There were the usual grabs and gropes, lewd comments and suggestive remarks. At lunch time I sat in the corner hoping no one would notice me but sure enough, within two minutes of sitting down I had several guys sitting next to me or across from me. I didn't even look up. "Hey, Debbie, wass happenin'?" one of the guys said putting his arm around me. I quickly felt a hand from the other side touch my leg. "Nothing," I said shoveling a fork full of Mac and cheese in my mouth. "Wanna hook up when you're done?" I looked up from my plate to see there were two guys sitting to my left and one to my right. Across the table sat three others and all were staring at me. "Can't. Don't have time," I said taking a bite out of something that resembled sliced turkey breast. "Sure you do," the guy with his arm around me said. "We'll be quick, I promise," he added with a wink. I jumped when I felt his hand slid into my shirt and grope my breast. I had forgotten to button my shirt and half my bra was visible. "Com'on, don't make us beg," one of the guys across from me said. Looking around I only knew four of the six and wasn't sure why the other two guys were so bold. "Let's go," the one with his hand inside my bra said. "We got 'bout 40 minutes before the bell rings." He stood up and the others followed suit. I stayed seated debating on what I should do. The two guys closest to me decided for me as they both grabbed an arm and lifted me out of the chair. We marched in a single line through the lunch room with some people cheering, others clapping but most were yelling obscenities towards me. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Ottis the janitor and I had an arrangement for me to use his storage closet and gave me a spare key. Once a week I met with him for a blow job as payment. They knew about this room and we went straight for it. It wasn't a large room but big enough for the seven of us to get in and have a little room to move. The door wasn't even closed all the way when they were pulling off my shirt and someone was trying to get my jeans off. An orchestra of zipper broke the silence as every where I looked a hard black cock was pointed at me. My jeans were around my ankles with my legs spread as far as they could go and I was bent over at the waist. Someone, and I wasn't sure who, was sawing in and out of my pussy. I was still wet from Ronnie and made his strokes smoother. Another cock was in my mouth and he was pumping hard and deep, gagging me every few thrusts. Two hands were milking my breasts and both of my hands were filled with hard cock. They kept rushing the others saying to hurry up and cum so the others could have a turn. The one fucking me finally slowed and then stiffened. I could feel his cock jerking hard inside of me. He pulled out and was quickly replaced by another. I had been concentrating on the one fucking me and gagged as the one down my throat began to cum. He too was quickly replaced. By the time the bell rang for the next class, all but one had cum and he was fucking me fast and furiously. The others filed out of the room leaving me to finish with the remaining guy. It wasn't much longer that he began to cum, adding the fourth load to my over worked pussy. When he pulled out he pushed me forwards causing me to stumble and grab onto the counter to keep from falling. Cum poured out of me and dripped all over my jeans and panties. He was walking out of the room while I used brown paper hand towels to clean up with. They were dry and very rough. I hurried off to my English class. One more tardy and I would get detention. I knew I smelled of sex and sweat and could even smell their body odors on me but there wasn't time to clean up. I rushed in just as she was calling roll. "You're late, Miss Breaux," Mrs. Hebert said with the same scowl on her wrinkled old face. "That makes the third time so guess what? You now have detention after school," she added matter-of-factly before returning to the row. "Wait, Mrs. Hebert, I can explain," I began hoping that she'd believe my story about getting locked in the girls restroom. She didn't and I was handed a slip and told to sit down. My next class was PE and after dressing out, four boys were waiting for me at the door. "Hi, Debbie," Brad said. I tried to walk past him but he grabbed my arm. "Where you going?" "I got class. I'm going to class." "Wait a minute, not so fast," he said walking next to me with his arm around my neck. He was steering me towards the bleachers that I had so many times fucked guys under during PE. I felt a hand on my ass reminding me that others were following behind us. He talked about shit that I tuned out as I nervously searched for Coach Jenkins. If I don't dress out again my grade will drop to a D and the only way to get credit for dressing out is to be present when he calls roll. I wasn't paying attention and almost hit my head on the top seat as he ducked under. We were hardly 10 feet inside when Brad was all over me, kissing me and grabbing my breasts. Someone else behind me was rubbing his cock against my butt. We were both wearing PE shorts so there wasn't much between us. I felt my shorts and panties being jerked down and the blunt end of a hard cock rubbing along the crack of my ass. "I'm going first," Brad said spinning me around and bending me over. Just like in the closet one fucked me from behind while I sucked another. The other two squeezed next to us and groped my hanging breast while they jerked themselves off. I was still soupy and sloppy from all the cum I had shot inside of me lately but that didn't bother Brad. After he came one of the guys next to me took his place. Then the guy I was sucking came and the other one took his place. I could hear everyone playing soccer just on the other side of the bleachers and prayed that someone wouldn't see us. More often than not when I'm discovered fucking they want to join in rather than report us. The guy fucking me came and pulled out while the last guy kept thrusting his cock in and out of my throat. He shot once, hitting the back of my throat and then pulled his cock out, aiming the rest of his cum for my face. A lot of guys seem to get pleasure out of doing that. The four of them left, joking and giving each other high-fives. I wiped the cum off my face with my shirt and got dressed hoping coach would be understanding. He wasn't and said he wanted me to see him after class to discuss what will happen to me. I freaked out. This past year my grades took a nose dive and now I'm on the verge of flunking out. *** "Why don't you go shower?" Coach said as I stood in front of his desk. "You smell, uh, not clean." I rushed into the girl's locker room and hurry into the shower. Two black girls were still in there and started giving me shit when they saw me. I ignored them and stood under the shower letting the water cascade down my body. "You stupid whore!" one of them shouted at me while grabbing my nipples and twisting them hard. I reacted by slapping her hands away and she punched me in the face. I dropped to the floor with the water still spraying on me. "You best stay away from my man," she warned and left mumbling something about me watching my back. The other girl laughed and followed her out. I finished my shower and rushed back to see coach. Just as I reached his office the bell rang telling me I will be late for history. Damn it! "Close the door," he said moving around his desk to stand in front of me. "Coach, I'm gunna be late for my next class." "Don't worry about it, honey, I'll write you a note saying you were helping me with something." Coach was a big man, well over 6 feet tall and pushing 280 pounds. He wasn't really fat, just big. "I'm sorry I was late today," I started not able to look him in the eyes. "Well, that's one thing we need to discuss. I got a copy of your transcripts. English you're failing, math you're failing, history you have a D-, social studies you have a C, science you have a D and PE you're pushing a D as well. Looks like you're on your way to repeat your freshman year." I looked down at the floor. "So much has been going on lately that I don't have time to study or do homework and I'm always distracted in class and..." Coach Jenkins put his finger to my mouth. "Shhh, not so fast. I think I can help you with your problem. I gotta group that tutors a lotta my player to keep their grades up. I know Mr. Curry and Mr. Nichols pretty good and I think we can work something out to keep your grades up." It felt like a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders and I actually smiled at him. "It's gunna take some work though." "I'll do whatever it takes, Coach." "I know you will," he said towering over me with a smile. "You're a very pretty girl and a girl with your, uh, skills can go a long way if she knows what to do." I felt the back of his hand touch my cheek and I felt a chill. "I knew your mom when she went to school here. She was a junior my first year coaching. She was something else." "What do you mean?" "Let's just say the apple don't fall far from the tree." "Huh?" "She had a reputation kinda like yours. Heard she did the entire football team in one night. She ended up with some looser guy that knocked her up and then split. She was pretty but nothing like you." I felt his hand drop to my shoulder and he began massaging it. Raising my chin with his other hand he leaned down and kissed me. His large black lips enveloping mine. I felt his tongue enter my mouth. I didn't try to stop him and soon felt his hands unbuttoning my shirt. He tugged at the button of my jeans and soon had them pulled down to my knees. "Just give up some of that honey pot and I'll see to it you get an A in PE and at least a B in both history and science," he whispered pulling his mouth from mine. "The other classes I'll set you up with tutors to help you pass. I can't do nothing `bout those other classes so you'll have to work on those," he said turning me and leaning me against his desk. My shirt was opened, my bra over my breasts and my pants were down around my ankles. I laid on top to his desk and felt him fumbling at his own pants. God he was huge. Not so much long but very thick. I felt full and stretched. He went fully in without any hesitations and I grunted as he thrust hard inside, knocking the breath out of me. I don't know if it had been a while since he last had sex but he went at me like a mad man, pounding and pumping as fast as he could. My butt was crushed against the desk as he drove into me with all his might. He had just started sweating when I felt him stiffen and his cock began jerking inside me. I felt gooey and wet all over again but there wasn't time to shower. He stayed inside me a full two minutes until he grew too soft to remain and he backed away. "Damn, girl you felt great," he said wiping his brow. He went around the desk and collapsed in his seat, his shorts still around his ankles and watched as I tried to dress. He was panting and gasping for air. "Can I get a note?" I asked buttoning my shirt. "Yea, sure," he said between short gasps. "And don't you worry about Nichols or Curry, I'll talk to them about your grades and we'll work something out." He scribbled something on a note pad and handed it to me. I turned and rushed out not wanting to be too late for history. **** Mr. Curry looked at the note and then at me and then back at the note. I could see his eyes roaming up and down my body and he read what coach wrote. "Helping him fertilize the turf?" he asked with disbelief. "Very well, take your seat." I had already missed 20 minutes of class and I hurried to open my book, asking the girl next to me what page they were on. She snarled at me and looked back to her book not bothering to answer my question. I asked the boy behind me and he told me the page number and I quickly turned to it. History is boring and I soon found my mind wondering. The next thing I knew the bell rang and everyone was rushing to leave. "Miss Breaux, will you remain for a moment?" Mr. Curry asked. I did and he stood over my seat with the note from Coach Jenkins. "Do you want to explain this?" "What do you mean?" "I mean that you helped him fertilize the grass doesn't make sense. "You'll have to ask him about that. Can I go now?" He nodded and moved aside allowing me to leave and I rushed to my last class. God school is so boring how can anyone learn anything? Detention sucked as usual but it did allow me time to work on my English homework. Two older boys in with me kept trying to get my attention to the stares of Mrs. Powell. Eventually they passed me a note asking me to meet them after detention for a hookup. I smiled back at them and mouthed that I couldn't. I think Rachael had enough meat today. The bell rang and I gathered my things and walked out. The two guys that passed me the note were right behind me. Once in the hallway they got on either side of me and one put his arm around my shoulder while the other had his hand on my waist. "Why you be like that?" one asked pulling me closer to him. I'd seen him around school but I didn't know his name and don't think we ever had sex. "What do you mean?" "Dissin' a brotha like that. You know you wanna give up some dat white pussy." The other one remained silent. I think his name was Eddie but I wouldn't swear to it. He was talking all sweet and saying how fine I was and the next thing I knew we were standing outside the janitor's closet with both of them grinning at me. I sighed. "Okay, but you gotta be quick. I gotta get home." They agreed and I unlocked the door. Fifteen minutes later I was sopping up their cum running down my legs as they walked out. If those towels weren't so rough I'd just shove a few inside my pussy to keep the cum from soaking my jeans. I had just fastened my bra when the door swung opened. It was Mr. Ottis smiling his gapped tooth grin. "Hi there Miss Debbie," he said entering in with me. "Hi Mr. Ottis," I replied buttoning my shirt. I was still naked from the waist down. "It's been more than a week since the last time I seen you." I knew what that meant. It was time to pay for the room rental. I went down on my knees, unzipped his pants and fished out his smelly old cock. *** It was 4:30 when I finally made it home. I saw Ronnie's truck in the driveway and hoped that he was sleeping or not home. Quietly I opened the door and snuck in. No such luck. Ronnie was sitting in the living room drinking a beer talking to some guy. I walked past them heading towards my room. "Not even a hello?" he said as I reached for the door knob. "Hi," I mumbled opening the door. "Wait a minute, not so fast," he said sitting up. "Come here and visit for a while." "I got a lotta homework to do." I just wanted to get to the bathroom and take a long hot shower. I reeked of sex and knew it. "That can wait. I want you to meet an old friend of mine." Dropping my books on my bed I turned and headed back to them standing about 10 feet away. "Ray, this is Debbie, my little angel," he said reaching out to me. It took a few seconds for me to realize that he was holding his hand out for me but I finally took it and he pulled me to the couch. "Isn't she beautiful?" he asked looking at me but talking to Ray. "She sure is," he said grinning at me. This guy was older than Ronnie and looked pretty ragged. He looked like he was one pay check away from being homeless. His hair was unkempt his clothes baggy and wrinkled and it looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days. "Ray's got a little treat for you," Ronnie said patting my leg. Looking at the scruffy man I watched as he pulled out a glass tube with a ball on the end and a wad of wiry stuff. He packed some of the wiry stuff in the ball end of the tube and put in two pieces of stuff that looked like rock salt. I watched as he sparked a lighter and held it to the rock salt and inhaled deeply. Closing his eyes he leaned back before handing it out towards Ronnie. Ronnie took it and pushed the tube into my mouth. "Take a hit," he said holding the lighter to the end. I inhaled like smoking a joint and immediately began coughing. I had heard of crack and even saw a few people smoking it before but I never tried it myself. The high was immediate and very intense. It was stronger than cocaine and I felt pleasure like never before. I took another hit and my body seemed to be floating. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as I felt myself being moved to lie on the couch. I closed my eyes for just a moment and when I opened them Ray was hovering over me. I could feel my body being jerking back and forth but my mind was somewhere else. I was in a wonderful state of semi-consciousness and didn't want it to end. My body began responding to whatever was happening to me and I suddenly felt the onset of a major orgasm. My eyes were slits watching Ray moving back and forth on top of me. We were having sex and it felt great. My body tensed as a small orgasm rippled through me. A larger one was on the horizon. Slowly the effects were going away. Ray was still fucking me but I no longer experienced the nirvana I felt just moments before. He was getting off of me and I felt suddenly hollow. I looked up at Ronnie staring down at me and he was talking but I couldn't make out what he was saying. He was holding something, the glass tube and bringing it to my mouth. Sitting up, I took it and inhaled while he held the lighter to the rocks. The rush took over me again and I remember giggling before Ronnie moved onto the couch and between my legs. I spread them allowing him to enter me. The roller coaster I had been on before pick up right where it left off and I felt the return of the major orgasm. He was pumping fast and hard and my body was responding. I remember hearing someone cry out from a distance and realized it was me. I was getting so close. Suddenly my back arched, my arms flew out and my legs stiffened as the strongest orgasm ever raked my body. My fists clutched the cushions under me and my legs wrapped tightly around Ronnie's waist as a second, equally powerful orgasm washed over me. I screamed out. Ronnie was able to get a few more pumps into me before he also came. I lay under him panting like a dog, my legs shaking, my pussy tingling and butterflies fluttering inside my stomach. Never before has that happened to me. My entire body was damp with perspiration. "Damn, that was something," Ronnie said catching his breath. "You got that right," Ray said standing over us. "I think she likes the shit." Slowly Ronnie got off me and I felt the huge void deep in my soul. It was as if a part of me died. My head was still spinning but I was able to sit up and watch Ray dressing to leave. He handed Ronnie a small plastic bag of something and they shook hands. "Let's get you cleaned up," Ronnie said lifting me off the couch and carrying me like a new bride. I remember giggling and holding his neck tightly. We showered together and it didn't seem the least bit weird to me. Yes he was my father but somehow that didn't matter. He scrubbed me everywhere and later dried me off before carrying me again in his arms to their bedroom. We made love. He was caring and gentle and loving and actually performed oral sex on me until I had a small orgasm. Not many guys will even put their mouth down there let alone bring me off. I did come again but nothing like before. We lay in bed for what seemed like hours. "I want to have another baby," he said out of the blue rubbing my stomach. "Huh?" I wasn't sure I heard him or understood what he was saying. Did he want ME to have the baby? "I, uh, can't. I got that thing in my arm," I said patting where the small scar was. "Not you, silly, I got plans for you already. I want your mother to have another baby. I missed out on you growing up and I want to make it up to your mother for all those years she was alone." I thought that was sweet. No wonder she fell in love with him. "That won't happen. She's on birth control and takes those things like clockwork." "Yea, I know. That's where I need your help. I got this friend that got me sugar pills that look like her pills but I need for you to switch them. Just punch out how many are missing and put it in the case. She won't ever know the difference." I watched as he pulled out a round, punch style disperser from his bag and handed it to me. I didn't know why he just couldn't do it himself and started to ask but took the pills and went to her underwear drawer. It was easy as I pull out the good pills and slipped in the fake ones. She had already taken six pills from this case so I punched out six and threw the others away. Ronnie smiled and we made love once again before we dressed and went out to eat. It was just after 10 when we got home and we raced to the bedroom laughing. I was already naked and waiting for him when he pulled out the glass tube and asked me if I wanted another hit. "It will make you cum so much harder," he said with a smile. He didn't need to ask twice and I puffed until the rock was gone. I was floating again and he was back on top of me making me feel whole. I vaguely remember being in a continuous state of orgasm while we fucked. That's what this was. Last time we made love, this time we fucked. Some were stronger than others but I know I came about 10 times. He rolled off after he came wheezing for air. I felt empty and lonely again. The phone rang several time while we fucked but neither of us would answer it. One good thing about Ronnie being home is his truck in the driveway keeps all the guys away. I was exhausted and fell asleep. I was awaken by Ronnie getting ontop of me. It was morning and I was in my own room. He must have carried me to bed before mom got home. The clock said it was 6:41 and I knew this was my wake-up call. I was still half asleep and just getting into it when he came and rolled over. "Time to wake up, sleepy head," he said craning his neck to kiss me. I kissed him back and sat up. It was already 6:50 and I would be late if I didn't hurry. I grabbed for a pair of jeans and Ronnie stopped me. "Let's not wear those anymore," he said taking them from me. Opening my dresser he pulled out a short skirt I wore once about a year ago but it was too short so I didn't wear it again. Rachael loved it and wanted me to wear it but I always refused. I had forgotten about it. "I can't wear that to school. They'll send me home. It's too short." "Have you tried wearing it to school before?" I shook my head. "Then I guess we'll have to find out won't we?" I looked at him and then the skirt. It was a nylon-lycra blend and hardly covered my ass. Just walking made it crawl up exposing my panties and I had to constantly pull it down. "I think it will look good with this, don't you?" he asked holding up a half vest with buttons in the front. This too was small and reached only to my last rib. "I can't wear that either," I said in a meek protest. "I know what you need, a morning pick-me-upper," he said opening my panty drawer and pulling out the glass tube and the small bag Ray gave him. He set it up and handed me the pipe. I knew what to do and soon was toking the rock as it popped and cracked under the heat of the lighter. My mind floated as the effects hit me hard. Suddenly Ronnie's request for me to wear those clothes didn't seem so crazy and I found myself putting them on. "No bra today," he said pulling it out of my hand as I tried to put it on. "The vest is thick enough that you won't need one." He was right. He stood behind me as I applied my makeup, encouraging me to put a little extra on to bring out my eyes. I had worn converse sneakers the only time I wore the skirt and planned on wearing them again but Ronnie said I'd look good in heels. We were half way to school when the drugs in my system began to wear off and I suddenly became aware of how slutty I looked. "Ronnie, I don't think I can go to school like this." I said with my voice almost pleading with him. "Sure you can, you look great." "Even if I don't get sent home, everyone will be calling me a whore." "They're just jealous, that's all. Don't worry about it, you'll be fine." He looked at me and winked. "Your biggest worry will be fighting off the guys." As I exited the truck I noticed heads turning to stare at me right away. Everywhere I looked people was looking at me. I know it sounds paranoid, but it was true. Down the hall the comments and gropes were a lot worse. By the time I made it to my locker I had four or five guys ask me out or ask me to meet them later. Others approached me at my locker and a few followed me to my first class all propositioning me. I didn't make it to my second class as several guys grabbed me and pulled me into a empty class room to fuck. Only the bell for the next period made them quit. My panties were missing and I didn't have anyway to keep their cum from running down my legs. Rushing towards the restroom, I was stopped by Martin, a senior, and steered into the boys' restroom. I didn't resist as he and another boy set me on the sink and both fucked me leaving me dripping cum as they walked away. I knew I'd better get out of there fast before someone else came in and saw me. I was already late for my third class so I didn't bother going and went to watch the PE class. That was a big mistake as I was pulled under the bleachers again and fucked until my lunch hour was over. The guys left but I stayed there not wanting to go out and face them again. It was filthy under the bleachers and they fucked me on the ground so I had dirt and leaves and all kinds of trash all over me. I made my way out just as my PE class was coming onto the field. Coach Jenkins saw me and told me to hit the showers. I had just had the spray hitting my body when I felt someone touch me. My eyes flew opened and I saw some guy standing there with another guy next to him. "You can't be in here!" I almost screamed at them. They laughed. There was a third boy standing guard at the door but still watching us. All three fucked me before rushing out. I finished my shower and headed for coaches office. I didn't want to face any more guys right now and thought I'd be safe there. I could hear the kids coming back to get dressed and shortly after the door opened and coach came in. He smiled. "I guess you couldn't wait to get some more of this, huh?" he asked groping himself. 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