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Fatherly Guidance part 9 by Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

***

A reunion with her estranged father results in something
unexpected.


***

Mom and Ronnie had their dinner on Sunday and he asked her again
to marry him and she said yes, but wanted to wait a year.  He
wasn't happy but accepted it knowing they would eventually.  The
next few days Ronnie spent on the computer setting things up and
going to rooms talking to people.

Occasionally he'd find someone in the rooms who lived close
enough to set up a date for me.  He also set up a few from guys
I'd fucked before and at times he'd parade me around Vicksburg in
skimpy clothes looking to make some quick cash.  That Friday
after school he was waiting for me when I got home.

Ronnie came out with a camera and a big grin and told me that he
wanted to take some digital pictures of me stripping and submit
them to websites that paid for amateur nude photos. He also said
that I could make more money from the dating sites he signed me
up on if I had sexier picture.

He started off with me putting on several different outfits and
seductively stripping out of each one.  Next I was naked on the
bed and playing with myself and toys.  Then he fucked me and took
more pictures of the cum oozing from my pussy.  I then had to
play with it and finger myself.  He spent the rest of the night
doing things with the pictures he took.

Ronnie loved to look at porn and went to just about every adult
site he could find and got me into it. He got really horny on the
gang bang and cream pie sites and fucked me at least twice every
night we looked at them.  He also kept checking on several sites
he posted listings for me on.

****

I dreamed of swimming up from a deep, dark place and fighting to
reach the surface.  I was thrashing about, my arms flinging, my
legs kicking and my chest felt heavy.  I couldn't breath and was
gasping for air.  My eyes flew open as the rocking motion stirred
my sleep.  Ronnie was on top of me again and thrusting back and
forth.

My clock read 6:43 and he was right on time.  I let him finish
and rolled out of bed.  It was Friday and I was looking forward
to the weekend.  He went to make breakfast and I cleaned up and
dressed.  He didn't pick out my clothes so I put on jeans and a
pullover shirt and went down to the kitchen.

"If you're gunna wear shit like that at least take your bra off,"
he said as I entered.  I ignored him and sat to eat the cereal
and toast he'd made.  He sat across from me drinking coffee.

"It's been a month since the new pills," he said out of the blue.

"Huh?!  What did you say?"  I wasn't sure I knew what he meant.

"You're mom's birth control pills.  It's been a month since you
switched them.  Should be getting pregnant soon.  She's still
young and can drop a few more before she's too old."  I sat
stunned by his comment and was totally confused.  Why did he
bring that up to me?  Why now?

"What do you think she'll do if she gets pregnant?" I asked
taking another bite.

"She'll have it.  I'll make sure she does."

I stared across the table at him wondering what he was up to.  I
didn't know him that well but from what I could see he wasn't the
fatherly type and was too selfish to really want a baby.

"Why do you want a baby?" I blurted out not really expecting an
answer.  He looked at me for several uncomfortable seconds and
put his coffee down.

"I got my reasons," he said taking another sip.  "I gotta make
plans for the future.  The timing is about right for one now, if
it's a girl that is.  A boy will fuck things up too much."

Now I was really confused.  "I don't understand."

"You will.  Just hurry and eat.  We gotta go."

The drive to school was distracting as he rambled on about a baby
and how he wanted me to be extra close to my little sister and I
tuned out most of what he said.  About a block from my school he
pulled off to the side and stopped.

"Remember, this belongs to me," he said grabbing my crotch.  "You
fuck who I say and when I say, understand?"  Where did this come
from?  We've already had this conversation.  I was dumbfounded. 
"Today I want you to give away pussy to any young punk you
haven't fucked before.  Give them a free sample of the goods." 
He said staring at me.  "Anyone you've fucked before they gotta
pay."

He put the truck in drive and let me off at school.  That was
weird.

My day started off just like all the other days with me fighting
off the guys and having to rush between classes to keep from
being pulled into an empty class room or closet.  I managed to
make it to lunch without have a major crisis.  Then the swarm
gathered around.  I couldn't be late for English anymore and
promised after I ate to fuck as many as I could provided they
quit in time for my next class.  They agreed.

My panties were soaked as I rushed down the hall just as the
tardy bell rang.  Mrs. Hebert glared at me as usual as I quickly
sat down.  My crotch was soaked through my jeans leaving a fifty
cent-size spot just below the zipper.  I could smell myself and
knew others around me could as well.

I didn't bother dressing out for PE and sat on the stands
watching as my class mates filed out of the locker rooms heading
for the field.  Once the guys noticed me some began heading
towards where I was sitting.  A few minutes later I was under the
bleachers with a half dozen guys getting naked while others stood
outside watching.  The one good thing about black guys is most
don't mind if you already have cum in you, they'll still fuck
you.

Coach had to blow his whistle several times to get the guys to
file in and take roll.  I used this time to go into the locker
room and shower.  Wearing only a towel I waited in the coach's
office on his sofa.  I must have fallen asleep as the next thing
I remember is the sounds of slamming lockers and shouts and
talking.  I looked around the room and saw coach Jenkins standing
over me.

Taking the towel by the corner I opened it and spread my legs. 
He was on me quickly.  I was definitely getting an A in PE.  I
made my next two classes easily and soon was heading out the
front door being followed my several guys and noticed Ronnie
waiting for me in the truck.  I waved and turned back to the guys
and smiled.

"Sorry, boys, I gotta go now," I said blowing them a kiss.

"You smell like a whorehouse," Ronnie said as I closed the door.
"How many dicks you take today?"

There was no sense in lying so I told him about the lunch "rush"
with seven guys, the four that were able to fuck me under the
bleachers and of course Coach Jenkins.

He didn't know about my deal with the coach and ask me to explain
it.  I told him about Mr. Curry and Mr. Nichols and Coach and he
patted my leg.  "Now that's using your head, girl," he said with
a big grin.  "Why work for a grade when all you gotta do is
spread your legs.  You fucking any other teachers?"

"No.  The rest are women."

"Well maybe they're into girls too.  Could be a few lez in the
mix.  Give it a shot next time."

We were going the opposite direction to our house and I asked
where we were going.

"See someone," was all he said.  I knew not to press him for
more.

When we pulled into the Super 8 Motel I looked at him puzzled.  
He pulled in front of the building and turned the truck off. 
"When we go inside I want you say you need to use the restroom
and clean up, okay?"  I nodded.  "Here, this will help relax
you," he said pulling out a small baggy with several crystal
rocks.  He handed me one and I quickly smoked it.  It had been
late last night since my last smoke and I was really needing it.

The building had two floors and the room we went to was on the
second level.  He knocked and the door was quickly opened.  An
older man, maybe mid fifties was standing there with a big grin.
I was ushered in and he and Ronnie shook hands.

"My God you're even more beautiful than your pictures," the man
said extending his hand for a shake.  I thanked him and asked to
use the bathroom.  My panties were still damp and very crusty so
I rinsed them and left them out to dry.  Sitting on the toilet I
pushed out what I could of the remaining cum and wiped myself
really good with a warm rag.

I must have been taking too long because Ronnie was knocking on
the door wanting in.  "What's taking so long?"

"Just cleaning up."

"You're clean enough, now get out there," he said giving me a
little push.  I was only wearing my shirt and reached for my
jeans.  "You won't need those," he added.  I must have looked
dumb just standing there staring at him before he grabbed the
bottom of my shirt and lifted it above my head.  My bra came off
next and he took me by the elbow and lead me out into the next
room.

The old man was lying on the bed, leaning against the head board
only wearing a pair of boxers, a muscle shirt and black socks.  I
stopped short when I saw him.  He turned towards me and started
to speak but I stopped him.  I knew why I was there it just
surprised me.

"Go fuck his brains out, tiger," he whispered to me patting my
ass as I passed.

The old man was kinda on the skinny side and I was afraid I'd
break a bone but he was totally into everything I did.  Twenty
minutes after we started he couldn't go any more.  He'd cum once
but I kept going, trying to get him up again.  It didn't work. 
After a while he got up and began getting dressed.  He couldn't
stop thanking me telling me how great I was.

I went to get cleaned up and heard Ronnie on his cell when I left
the restroom.  He mentioned the room number we were in and
something about 15 minutes.  I was holding my clothes in my hand
not sure if I should dress or not.  That answered my question.

It was almost 20 minutes later when there was a knock on the
door. I was laying on the bed with a towel around me when a
large, hulking man entered.  He was totally the opposite of the
old man.  Young, large and looked scary.

He never took his eyes off of me as he fished out his wallet and
pulled some money out and handed it to Ronnie.  I watched as he
began undressing and did a double take when his pants dropped
showing a huge bulge in his briefs.  He was very well endowed but
I'd had bigger.

He wanted a quick suck job then climbed on top of me.  The bed
whined under his bulk and every down thrust knocked the wind out
of me.  I had to wrap my arms and legs around him just to hang
on.  He roared like a wounded beast when he finally came.

The next guy was a black guy not much older than Ronnie and well
dressed for Vicksburg.  He must have been a business man
travelling through because he definitely didn't look local.

The last guy for the night was a redneck wearing a Peterbuilt
ball cap, worn jeans and a snap down, long-sleeved shirt with the
sleeves rolled up.  There was a circular pattern worn in his back
pocket from his snuff can and his teeth were blackened from
prolonged use.  He didn't bother taking out his chew and kept
dripping stinky spit on me as we fucked.  I was glad when he
finally came and I rushed to the restroom to clean up.  Not so
much to get the cum out of my pussy but to get his spit off my
face and hair.

When we got home Deek's truck was in the driveway and he was
sitting with the other guy, that helped him move in. The four of
us went in and Ronnie told me to get them a beer. Deek pulled me
onto his lap and began fondling me and kissing my neck.  Jimmy
sat next to him and grabbed at my breasts.

"Too bad that freak ain't here to clean 'er up," Deek said not
looking up.

"Yea, she's kinda messy right now.  Debbie, go clean up."  I
gladly squirmed away from them and headed to the bathroom while
they talked.  I had taken a shower after the snuff guy so only my
pussy was messy.  I used a disposable douche and opened the door
to leave.

"So what will happen if Gina's pregnant now?" I heard Deek ask. 
They were talking about my mom so I stayed there to listen.

"Just means I'll have a kid in a few months."

"You want a boy or a girl?" Jimmy asked.

"Don't be stupid, man.  I already told you I only want girl
babies.  A boy won't work."

"There's guys out there that like little boys," Deek said.

"I ain't raisin' no faggot.  If I want a boy he'll be a man, not
some queer."

"I don't see why you need another one.  You got Debbie," Jimmy
said.

There was silence for a few seconds before Ronnie spoke.
"Debbie's getting a lot of use.  In a few years she's gunna be
worn out and not much good 'cept to spit out babies like her
mother.  I'm gunna need some fresh stock."  My mouth dropped
open.

"That's why I need you guys help.  I'm gunna be like a king 'n
have a whole harem of sex toys to train 'n turn out.  You guys
are gunna be right there with me.  I'll make sure you get your
share."

It took me a few minutes to recuperate from what I just heard,
but I knew if I didn't return soon, they'd come looking for me. 
I opened the door loudly and walked towards them.

For the next hour and a half Deek and Jimmy used me for their
personal cum dumpster and both men left about 11 o'clock.  I was
sent in to shower before going to bed.  Ronnie didn't fuck me as
he saves his cum for mom in his attempt to impregnate her. I had
to do something but I didn't know what.

It wasn't until Wednesday before I was home alone with mom.
Ronnie was getting a lot of responses for my ads on-line and kept
setting me up dates one after another.  One thing he said was
right.  I was getting a lot of use.

She was still sleeping Wednesday morning when I went to school
and Ronnie picked me up and stayed home until after diner and had
to run and errand.  Mom's day off was also mine as it would be
too hard to explain what I was doing.  I went into their bedroom
to talk to her.  I wasn't sure what I'd say, but I had to say
something.

She was sitting on the bed with her head in her hands.  It looked
like she was crying but I couldn't be sure as her hair covered
her face.  "Mom, are you okay?"

She sniffled a few times and nodded.  "What's wrong?" I asked
sitting next to her and putting my arm around her neck.  She
shook her head and let out a loud sob.  I pulled her closer.

"Tell me, momma, what's going on?"  She sat up and wiped her eyes
with a wet tissue she had crumbled up in her hand.

"I'm afraid Ronnie will leave me again," she said before bursting
out again in tears.

"WHAT?  Why?  What happened?"  It took about a minute for her to
calm down enough to explain.

"Fifteen years ago," she began, "when I got pregnant with you, he
changed.  Then right after that, he left and I never heard from
him again.  I'm afraid it will happen again," she added before
sobbing uncontrollably again.

"What do you mean, again?"  Slowly she reached between her legs
and pulled out a pregnancy test and handed it to me.  It was
positive.  My heart dropped.  Shit.  It's too late.  "What are
you going to do?"

"I... don't.... know..." she said blubbering.

I got a fast idea and thought I'd use her fear of him leaving
against him.  "Maybe you should have an abortion before he finds
out so you don't have to worry."  That caught her attention and
she suddenly became quite.  "You were there for me and I'll be
there for you.  Make an appointment and we'll go and Ronnie will
never even find out."

"I don't even know how this happened.  I always take my pills.
Not once have I missed one.  I just didn't want to take a chance
but now look at me."

"It's okay, mom, I'm here for you."  I sighed a breath of relief.
This would really put a kink in Ronnie's plan to raise a family
of sex slaves.  It's bad enough that he's got me doing it without
having my future sisters going through the same thing.  "And you
know what else?  You can have them put one of these things in to
keep you from needing pills," I said patting the scar on my arm.
She smiled and gave me a hug.

I felt good for the rest of the evening and even laughed at one
of Ronnie's lame jokes.  After dinner while mom and I were
cleaning up, he was on the computer I'm sure setting up more
dates for me tomorrow or the next day.  I saw him go into their
bedroom and I figured it was to   change or something.  A while
later he rushed out and went straight to the kitchen.

"What's this?" he almost yelled going to mom at the sink.  He was
holding in his hand a box but I couldn't see what it was.  I
moved closer and saw it was the box the pregnancy test came in.
Shit.  She threw it away in the bedroom trash?  How dumb is that?
Even I knew to toss it in the neighbor's trash.  The little test
wand was in the box and he pulled it out.  "Are you pregnant?"

I could see the look on mom's face and knew she was about to
break down again.  She turned away but he turned her back.  "Are
you?"

"You don't have to worry.  I'm going to take care of it," she
said looking down at the floor.

"WHAT?!  To hell you are!  You're gunna have my baby and don't
you ever fucking think about killing her!  You understand me?" He
was mad but I think it was more over the prospect of his grand
plans falling apart than loosing a child to abortion.

"You're not upset that I'm pregnant?"

"Upset?  Are you serious?  I'm the happiest man alive!  I've been
waiting a long time for this," he said grinning like the Cheshire
cat.  "Wait right here."  I watched as he ran out and looked at
mom.  She had a confused, worried look on her face.  Ronnie
returned with something in his hand and got down on one knee.

"Gina, I should have done this 15 years ago, but will you marry
me?"  He was holding a ring box and opened it to reveal a huge
diamond ring.  Mom's eyes opened in shock as she reached out for
it.  He took it out and placed it on her ring finger.  Even from
where I stood I could see she was shaking.  "Will you?"

"Oh, God, yes, Ronald Williams, yes, yes I'll marry you!" Shit. 
This isn't working like I planned.  I've got to do something
about this.  Maybe after all the excitement wears off, I'll sit
down and talk to her.  She's got to know what he's planning to
do.  I turned and walked out.

The next morning Ronnie was in a really good mood.  Monday he had
informed me that I need to make a hundred dollars at school,
every day and I was having trouble to get them to pay as most
didn't have that kind of money.  Monday I only gave his $40 and
Tuesday was only $30.  High school boys just don't have a lot of
money to pay for sex.

Even though I was told not to give pussy away any longer, some of
the more aggressive guys I couldn't stop but never told Ronnie
about them.  After I handed him another $40 on Wednesday he got
mad and accused me of not trying hard enough.

"A pretty, sexy girl like you should have them lined up," he said
on the way home.  Mom was off so he didn't have any clients for
me but I was sure he'd make up for it later.

"Let's make it $50 from now on," he said pulling into my school
on Thursday.  He actually was humming on the way and I'd never
heard him do that.  He was really in a good mood.  "You can do
50, right?" he said more as a statement than a question.  I
nodded.

Before Ronnie about 90% of the guys I fucked were black. Since
Ronnie only about 20% are.  Most of the guys now are his age or
older where as before most were teenagers or early 20s.  Funny
how it flipped around like that in such a short time.

Of the seven sites I had an ad on, Craigslist was proving to be
the best for us, accounting for over half of our business. The
others were only giving us one or two a day.  Ronnie had Deek and
Jimmy watching the sites and paid them $25 per john they set up
plus all the pussy they wanted.  Deek had Craigslist and two
others and Jimmy had the other four.  Ronnie was busy making
local contacts through old friends and new customers.

A couple of days after we first met Lucky at the truck stop,
Ronnie took me out to meet the manager.  I waited in the truck
while he went in first to talk to him.  About 10 minutes later he
came out and got me.  "Make him happy," was all he said as he
ushered me into the building.

The three of us went into the office and Dale, the manager,
closed the door.  I wasn't sure what Ronnie promised him but he
kept staring at me the entire time.  He was kind of tall, dark
hair and bald on top.  He had a round shape like a weeble wobble
toy and his head seemed too small for his body.   "Show 'im your
tits," Ronnie said indifferently.  I looked at him and then Dale
before pulling my shirt up to expose my breasts.  After about 10
seconds I pulled it back down. "Did I tell you to cover them?"  I
raised it again and held it.

"Give 'em a feel," he said to the manager and Dale leaned over to
grope them.  First one then the other then both at the same time.
 "She gives an awesome blow job.  Best you'll ever have, I
promise you."

He looked at Ronnie and stopped playing with me.  "I don't want
there to be any trouble," he said with a serious look on his
face.

"What trouble?  We're both businessmen.  I need something, you
want something so it's perfect for both of us.  You can have one
fuck a week or two blow jobs and you don't call the cops when you
see us outside."

He looked back at me, well, actually my tits and squeezed my
nipples.  "Every week?" he asked still staring at my breasts. 
Ronnie nodded.  "You got a deal."

-end of part 9-

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