_________________________________________ 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 6 by Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) *** A reunion with her estranged father results in something unexpected. *** I was breathless on his couch while he dressed. I only went to one class today and spent the rest of the day getting fucked. I lost count how many guys actually fucked me so far. The bell for my next class had already rang and I was late again. It was my history class and Coach said he'd work something out with Mr. Curry so I really didn't care. I sat up and slowly got dressed. I still had no panties and could feel coach's cooling cum dripping down my thighs. I wiped it off on a tissue and asked if I could have a note for Mr. Curry. "Don't worry about him, honey. I spoke to him yesterday about you and he's willing to play ball with us so don't you worry that pretty little head none." Dropping the tissue in the trash I left without saying anything. Most of the kids were in class already but a few still lingered in the halls. A couple of guys gave me a wolf whistle and I tried to ignore them. Mr. Curry had already finished roll call but opened it again when he saw me enter. He didn't say a word as I took my seat. I hardly heard the lesson as he talked and didn't even know what page we were on. I didn't want to ask anyone. I could hear whispering behind me and turned a few times to see people looking at me. After class Mr. Curry asked me again to stay. "I was talking to Coach Jenkins and he told me about your, um, arrangement," he began. I looked at him puzzled. I wasn't sure what he was talking about. "What arrangement?" "Don't play dumb, you know what arrangement. To get a passing grade. I told him I'll get in on it too," he said with a grin. "I'm free this period if you want to start working on your A." I must have been having a blonde moment because it took me a while to get what he was talking about. Coach Jenkins told him about me having sex with him to get an A and now Mr. Curry wants the same thing. He probably told Mr. Nichols too. Shit. His hand on my breast snapped me out of my thoughts and I found myself looking up at his face. He was tall and on the skinny side with a large, toucan-shaped nose. He had brown eyes and oily brown hair. In his youth he must have had bad acne because his face is pocked with scars. I swallowed hard. Never before had I even considered having sex with someone like Mr. Curry, but if it means I'll pass, I'll do what I have to. His cock was surprisingly long but skinny like he was. It was sickly pale with an angry red head. Big blue veins criss crossed all over giving it a rough appearance. He wanted a blow job to start and he was surprised that I could deep throat his entire length. His cum had a sour, bleachy taste but I swallowed it any way. He said several times how great of a job I did and we parted ways. I was already late for my last class and decided to just go home as I didn't want to be mobbed when school let out. We live about a mile from school and I made it home in about 20 minutes. Ronnie was glad I was home because he was feeling horny. We smoked a joint and fucked on the couch. After a quick shower he handed me a rock and the pipe. I knew how to put it together and soon was smoking my new God and feeling damned good. The high wasn't as high as when I first started smoking but felt great any way. I looked around the room and everything seemed brighter and sharper. Ronnie was talking to someone on his new cell phone but I didn't pay any attention. I was enjoying how good I felt. I was stretched out still naked on my bed when the door bell rang. Ronnie left the room to answer it and I briefly wondered who it was. Moments later one of the guys who helped Ronnie move was standing at my doorway watching me. I didn't care. He sat on the edge of my bed and rubbed me all over. I tingled as the crack seemed to make me more sensitive. A few minutes later he was standing next to my bed and I was sucking his cock. Time seemed to slow down as he positioned me on the bed and got on top of me. He was inside me and thrusting up and down. I held onto his arms and kept my legs wide as he fucked me. My eyes were half opened and I could see Ronnie standing at the doorway watching. I not sure how long we fucked as time seemed to stand still often. He was close, I could tell and I wasn't far behind. I cried out just as I felt him cum knowing he'd get off and I wouldn't have the chance to. As he lay on top of me I rotated my hips trying to get the last bit of pleasure from him before he withdrew. There was a slick, suction sound as he pulled his cock from me. I again felt hollow and sad. His cock was coated with slime, some mine, some his, with the rest from Ronnie or others. He wanted me to clean it so I did and made a face at the sour taste. I watched as he joined Ronnie at the doorway and both men disappeared down the short hallway. **** "You're my whore now," Ronnie said sitting next to me. I had almost dozed off and didn't notice him come back in my room. I turned to look at him. "Huh? What did you say?" I asked not sure I heard correctly. "You heard me. You're my whore. You fuck who I say, when I say, how I say and where I say. Understand?" My mind was still a little fuzzy from the drugs, but his words slowly seeped into my consciousness. "Get up and get dressed," he said walking towards my dresser. I watched as he pulled out a pair of hot pink polyester shorts that were two sizes too small and a tube top. It was part of the clothes he bought me when we went shopping a few weeks ago. "Put these on after you've cleaned up," he said leaving my room. I looked at the clothes tossed next to me and wondered what this was all about. When he came back about two minutes later and I was still in bed. "Did you hear what I told you?" he shouted jerking me up by my wrist. "You don't want to piss me off, Debbie, now do what the fuck I told you and do it NOW!" He'd never used that tone of voice with me and it was scary. Slowly I made my way to the restroom and cleaned up, brushed my teeth and hair and put the shorts and tube top on. No panties of course. He came back to check on me and informed me that I needed make up. Ten minutes later I was dressed to his satisfaction. Almost. "You need one more thing to make this right," he said pulling out a guitar string. He had me stand with my legs spread about two feet apart and put the string between my legs, holding one end near my belly button and the other along my back. Suddenly he lifted, raising me up on my feet and causing the string to disappear inside my pussy and ass. It felt awkward and for the first time in my life I had a major camel toe, front and back. "Perfect," he said standing back to look me over. "Let's go, we're late." The drive to America's Best Inn took about 15 minutes and soon we were sitting out in the parking lot with the engine running. I was given the pipe and some crack and told to smoke a little to loosen me up. I really needed a hit so did just that. There was no secret why we were at a motel and the statement Ronnie made earlier about me being 'his whore' told me everything I needed to know. After the last of the rock disappeared, he got out and told me to follow. We went through a double door up a floor and down a long hallway until we got to the room. Ronnie knocked. The door was opened by a man in his mid 40s, graying and thinning hair, at one time probably played sports but was out of shape now with a large belly stretching his polo shirt. The room was dirty and smelled. The carpet was dingy, the sheets and bedspread was frayed and stained. Several cigarette burns were on the dresser and the small table near the door. He said his name was Bob but he could have been anyone. He was just another cock to me. He did have nice blue eyes and a warm smile but his nose was too big, even for his hulky size. He gave me the once over, his eyes resting on my breasts. Ronnie sat in the chair closest to the door and Bob guided me towards the bed and sat down. "Here, honey, sit with me," he said patting the bed. "You are very beautiful," he said still staring at me. "Mind if I have a drink?" Ronnie said interrupting his stare. "Huh, oh, sure, help your self," he said turning his attention back to me. "Would you like one?" he asked me with a smile. "Nah, she don't want one. She ain't old 'nuff to drink anyway," Ronnie said filling the plastic cup about half full. I glanced his way a second and felt Bob's hand on my leg. "You like 'er?" Ronnie asked leaning forward. "Are you kidding? She's even better than I imagined." "Good. $80 for 30 minutes, $140 for an hour," he said matter-of factly. "Add another 20 and you can go bareback," he added. "What does she do?" "Anything you want her to. Just don't leave no marks." I shot a hated looked towards him and turned away when I saw his smile. Bob counted out five, twenty dollar bills and handed them to Ronnie before rejoining me on the bed. He began kissing me and fondling my tits. For five minutes that's all he did, touch me and kiss me. Then it was show time. It took seconds for him to get my clothes off and I helped him take off his. His briefs had a big wet stain in the front from his pre-come. I leaned forward and put my mouth over his bulge. He moaned. Slowly I pulled down his underwear and took him into my mouth. He was very hard and groaned as I slid his entire length into my mouth. He was average length but a little thicker than most. A few minutes pasted and he was laying me backwards. Getting on top, he began to thrust and jerk like a virgin getting his first piece. He sucked my nipples while slamming into me and I spread my legs wide to give him more room. It sort of felt nice. Not enough to make me cum, but enough to make me feel good. Then, just as quickly as it began it was over. His weight was heavy on top of me while he panted and caught his breath. His six or seven inch cock slipped out of me after about a minute and I felt his warm cum dripping down my butt crack. I waited until he rolled over to get up and headed for the bathroom. I stayed in there for a while cleaning myself and touching up my makeup. My clothes were still in the main room but I didn't really care much, I'd get them before we leave. Opening the door I half expected Ronnie to be ready to leave and Bob snoring after his enthusiastic workout. When I went out, Bob was dressed and putting on his shoes and Ronnie was sitting in the same chair drinking the rest of Bob's whiskey. They were talking but I didn't pay any mind to what they were saying until Ronnie mentioned group discounts. "Don't forget about the buddy system. I'll knock $20 off for every new guy you send `er. Every four guys you get a free fuck, pretty good deal, huh?" he said smiling. Picking my clothes up, I watched as Bob and Ronnie shook hands and Bob left. "What the fuck you think you're doin'?" he asked as I pulled my shorts up. "Did I say you could get dressed? Bob was nice enough to let us keep this room so we might as well use it." I was expecting him to fuck me now but he had something else in mind. "There's a few bars 'round here. I'm goin' out for a drink or two. I'll be back soon. You just stay the way you are and wait for me here, got it?" I looked at the clock next to the bed. It screamed out 5:32 in bright red letters. Peeling down my shorts, I tossed them on the dresser and turned on the TV. Ronnie left without saying another word. I flipped through the channels and ended up watching some lame show on Cartoon Net Work when I heard the key in the door. Not sure what to expect I rushed into the bathroom before the door opened. I could hear voices and suddenly the door opened and Ronnie was standing there with a big grin on his face. "There you are," he said coming in and closing the door behind him. "Now look, there's some guys out there waiting for you and you're gunna go out there and fuck them like the whore you are and show them a good time, right?" he asked rhetorically. I glanced up at him and saw a look that nearly frightened me. I'd never seen that stare on anyone before. "Here," he said reaching into his pocket. "A little ice breaker." In his hand were the pipe and two rocks of crack. My hands were shaking as I took them. As the last rock crackled into oblivion my head floated and I smiled. Rachael will enjoy this. Ronnie led the way and I followed back inside the room were five men were waiting. They looked to be business men, four had on a suit and tie and the last had removed his jacket and loosened his tie. Their faces lit up as they saw me. The man with his jacket off approached me and put both hands under my breasts. "Lookie, they giggle," he said to the laughter of the others. He instructed me to turn and let them "see the merchandise" so I accommodated his request. As I spun I noticed two of the men began taking their jackets off and a third was removing his shoes. "Damn you look really young. How old are you, sweetheart?" the only man not undressing asked. "She's sixteen," Ronnie spoke up before I had a chance to reply. Some one whistled and I heard a few comments about that but no one seemed to object. They were mostly older, one about Ronnie's age the rest in their 40's or 50's. One was completely naked now and approached me from behind and hugged me, getting his arms over my shoulders and reaching to my pussy. I felt his hot breath on my neck and his hard cock pressing against my back. Two others were now naked and the man who first "giggled" my breast backed away and began removing his clothes. The man behind me led me to the bed, picked me up and tossed me in the middle. I could still feel the wet spot of Bob's cum under me. He entered me. Just like that. No words, no emotion, no preliminaries. A second man got on the bed with us. "Here, honey, suck this," he said pushing his hard cock against my mouth. My lips parted as he entered my mouth. "Jerk me off, babe," another one said taking my hand and placing it on his cock. "Don't listen to him. Let him jerk himself off. You just keep on sucking," someone said from above me. I felt my other hand floating outward and soon it was filled with another cock. The man on top of me pounded hard, trying to bury his cock as deep inside me as possible. His thrusts were almost violent, as if he was trying to punish me for being a whore. Then just like that, he stopped and got off. "Okay, who's next?" he asked moving to another place. The guy I was sucking stayed there but one of the guys I was jerking off traded places with him. Right away he began hammering at me attempting to out fuck the other guy. This went on for a while, I'm not sure how long but they traded several times, each one getting a chance at my mouth and pussy. "Doesn't she do anal?" I heard one of the guys ask. "She loves it in the ass," came Ronnie's reply. So that's what they did next. I was put on all fours and they each took turns fucking my ass. All but one who sat in the chair next to Ronnie. I know his name was Jim because they kept making comments to him about being in love with me and wanting me all to himself. Finally he spoke up and said he had a daughter my age and it didn't seem right. He was the butt of their jokes for the longest time. They had brought a half gallon of rum and he was putting a lot away. I kinda got to like him and felt sorry for the way they were treating him. I'd never seen four old guys cum so much. They kept going at me, not stopping, not letting up. If they didn't have a hole to fuck they would work them selves up to the point of cumming and shoot their cum all over me and rub it in. They pulled me this way then that way, pushed their cocks at me and in me, twisting me in ways I didn't think was possible. I finally got a glance at the clock and saw it was after 9 PM and they'd been fucking me non stop for almost three hours. I was on my back on top of one of them, his cock in my ass with some- one else pumping on top of me with another guy deep inside my throat and the fourth guy helping me jerk him off when I felt the weight on top of me suddenly lifted. I looked down to see old Jim crawling on the bed naked with his hard cock pointed straight at me. I guess his conscious lost out. Over the next two hours they began to tire, taking more breaks and waiting longer before getting back into "it". Jim was the most energetic during this time and often had me for himself while the others sat and watched trying to recuperate. By 11:30 two had left and one other was dressing. I was with Jim and the guy who first giggled my tits. He had my tits smashed together and was fucking the space between them. When he finally came it shot along my chin and neck. Jim was on his side laying opposite me and fucking in and out of my sore pussy. Giggler got off the bed and took a quick shower while Jim finished and just lay there panting, his cock still inside me. They rode together and would be leaving together so Jim had to hurry and clean up. Couldn't let him go home smelling like sex. Once all the men had left Ronnie stood over me with his superior stance and smiled. "Damn you're a mess," he said throwing my clothes on me. I was literally covered from head to toe in cum and he threw them right where giggler had just put a fresh load. "Get dressed we gotta go." "I need to shower first," I said trying to sit up. Rachael burped, sending out air and a lot of cum. "No time. Do that later," he said pointing to the clock. It was 11:51 and mom would be heading home soon. It will take about 15 minutes for us to get home and if we're lucky, we'd beat her there by five or ten minutes. Otherwise it will be very hard to explain where we were, why I'm dressed like this and why I'm covered with cum. I tried to squeeze into the shorts and only managed to squeeze out a lot more cum. The crotch immediately became soaked and the hot pink color became a dull red shade. Even the back felt wet. Ronnie grabbed a bath towel and headed out the door. I followed. The towel was for me to sit on so I wouldn't get his truck seat wet. I couldn't believe he was worried about that old truck. The seats were vinyl and were cracked and exposed the cushion underneath in several places. It was older than me and was a junker. "You did good tonight," he said as we turned onto the highway. "You kept up with them, not complaining, never saying no and doing whatever they wanted. Just what I expect you to do every time." I sat silently as he talked. "You know how much I made tonight?" I said nothing and stared out the window. "Eight hundred." He paused I guess to gauge my reaction. I gave none. "Those guys really enjoyed you and you know what will happen now? They will each tell someone and they'll want a piece of you too and you'll show them a good time and they'll tell others and soon you'll have it easy. Just lay back and collect a ton of money." We turned down our street but still a few minutes away. "Makes you feel stupid huh? Giving away pussy for free all that time. Just think how much money you'd have if you charged every guy that fucked you. You would be a fuckin' millionaire right now." He was quite for the last few blocks. We pulled into the driveway and thankfully mom's car wasn't there yet. He didn't turn the truck off right away. I opened my door and he grabbed my arm. "From now on you don't fuck anyone for free, got it? Unless I tell you to, no one gets pussy unless they pay me." I nodded. We made it inside and I headed towards the bathroom. "Get to bed," he said from the front door. "I really need to shower first." "You heard me. You got school tomorrow and if your mom comes home and you're still up, she'll be pissed. I'll wake you early to take one." I did need to pee but figured that could wait. I didn't even bother to take my clothes off and just crawled in still wearing my 'whore' outfit. I was exhausted and couldn't care less. I heard mom come home a few minutes after we got there. Ronnie of course came off as waiting up for her 'cause he missed her. She opened my door and I shut my eyes. I couldn't let her know I was awake. Ronnie stood behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist and kissing her neck. She always smelled like greasy food when she came home but he didn't seem to mind. "What's that smell?" she whispered from the doorway. "Has she been eating in her room again? She's gotta clean this up, it really smells bad," I heard her say before closing my door. -end of part 6- 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/