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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.  I swallowed hard knowing what would come
next.

-end of part 5-

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