Chapter 4

Mom met this guy about this time and began staying out all night. I had just turned 14 and feeling grown up and she didn't seem to worry about leaving me alone all night. Sometimes two or three days passed before she came home. She was in love, or at least lust and was so happy. I was glad for her because she was always so lonely and depressed.

When she brought the guy home I was like dammmmmmn, he was really hot. He worked construction and had a hard body and was so good looking. Better than any of the "boys" I was fucking. He was a year older than mom and had big arms. My heart skipped a beat when I first saw him. He wasn't black but his skin was tanned.

We talked a little while mom got dressed and even his voice was sexy. I got a beer for him and sat next to him and he made a comment about how pretty I was. I just about melted. Here this gorgeous, older guy was coming on to me and I loved it!

After they left on their date, I called up one of my fuck buddies and rode him all night thinking of my mother's boyfriend, Ronnie. The next day after first meeting him, he came over to the house. I'm not sure why, but he had a key to the house and I was sitting on the sofa with Keith and Kevin, two guys from the football team. My top was off and my bra was undone but still over my shoulders.

Kevin had his pants off and Keith had his unzipped with his long black cock standing straight up. I was stroking it while kissing Kevin and both were played with my tits. We jumped when we heard the front door slam and you never seen three people rushing so fast to get dressed.

"Don't let me end the fun," Ronnie said standing just inside the living room. The boys were freaked out and were ready to go. They didn't know who he was but he's big and looked mean. They told me later they thought he was my dad and wanted out of there as soon as possible.

I didn't clasp my bra back and only pulled my shirt back on while Ronnie got a beer and sat next to me. I wasn't sure if I should be mad at him or not but I was really concerned about what he'd tell my mom.

"I hope I didn't scare off your boyfriends."

"They're not my boyfriends."

"Well, they're boys and you were pretty friendly with them," he said taking a swig from his bottle. I didn't respond.

"Why are you here?" He looked down at me for a while and took another drink.

"I was in the neighborhood. Thought I drop by to see how you're doing."

"Well now that you see I'm fine, why don't you leave?" I wasn't really mad, but I didn't want him interfering with my, uh, "fun".

He finished the beer, set the empty bottle on the coffee table, put his feet up and leaned back. He looked at me and smiled, brushing a loose strand of hair away from my eye. "You really are beautiful, you know that, Debbie?"

That caught me off guard and I wasn't sure how to answer. His hand drifted down to my shoulder and he began to massage it. I looked down at his large, calloused fingers as they moved about.

"You know, Debbie," he began, "Vicksburg is a small town."

I looked at him puzzled by that. "Yea, so?"

"So people talk. Everyone knows everyone here. You know people that I know and I know people that you know."

I knew my reputation was going to catch up with me sooner or later but I wasn't sure how. His other hand drifted up to the side of my cheek and he rubbed his fingers along my face for a few seconds. Then it went behind my neck and he pulled my head towards him while his face got closer.

My eyes closed as I felt his lips touch mine. It was a hard, rough kiss as he crushed my lips. His tongue wiggled into my mouth and we began to French kiss. His breath tasted of beer and stale cigarettes. His hand began going inside my shirt. He was my mom's boyfriend and I wanted to stop him, but I didn't. He caressed my nipples, first one than the other, stroking them erect.

I think I moaned into his mouth. Everything became a blur after that. I remember sitting there one minute kissing him and the next I'm naked on the sofa under him with his large, hard cock sawing in and out of Rachael. He had such big muscles and it felt great letting him fuck me.

Like Steve, he made me come before he did and when he rolled off of me, I was sweaty and panting. I watched as he got dressed and leaned over to kiss me.

"I don't care who you fuck just as long as I get pussy anytime I want it, okay?" I looked up at him towering over me and nodded. Never before had I felt like this and I was still tingling inside my pussy. "And your mom don't need to know nothing 'bout any of this either, understand?"

I watched as he left, closing the door behind him. I smiled.

Ronnie began coming over everyday after that, often he was waiting for me when I got home from school. We went through the same routine for about a week where we'd fuck and he'd leave allowing me to "see" anyone else I wanted to.

When he stayed a little longer one day I began to wonder what he was up to. While caressing me after our love making, he wanted to "discuss my sexual history. He encouraged me to provide details while we were having sex. He started out by asking how many guys I had fucked before I met him.

When he first questioned me, I told him it was "a few". He continued to press me for a specific number. I didn't want to lie to him, but I didn't think he could handle the truth. I delicately avoided being specific.

The next day while we were having an intense and passionate fuck session he stopped pumping me just as I was about to cum and he grabbed me firmly by the back of my head with both hands and looked me in the eye and told me that someone he knew from my high school told him that I was the "county cum dump."

He told me that it didn't matter. Now I was "his slut" but he really wanted to know how many different cocks had been inside my pussy. He said that he had to know right now. He started fucking me as hard and as fast as he ever had. Slamming his cock deep inside of me. It felt so good, but I knew from experience I was going to be hurting for days.

I took a deep breath and told him an answer. I wasn't exactly sure but I "think" it was between 300 and 400 different guys. Ronnie never told me how that compared to what he was expecting, but he seemed to take great pleasure in the knowledge that by anyone's standard, I was truly a slut.

Shortly after that, Ronnie got laid off from his job. He made no attempt to look for another job because he expected to get called back soon and he was collecting unemployment. I knew this because he told me during one of our daily "sessions".

A couple of weeks later mom was off from work and she sat me down for a serious talk. "Do you like Ronnie?" she asked me staring into my eyes hoping I'd say yes. I nodded.

"Yea, he's okay, I guess." I didn't want to let on that every- day for about six weeks now I'd been fucking him behind her back.

"I'm glad. It's important that you like him because I've asked him to move in with us." My mouth must have dropped opened because she smiled. "He got laid off and is having trouble paying his rent so I asked him to live with us. I know I probably should have discussed it with you first, but this is something that will help us all."

"Oh, it's okay, mom, really. I'm sure it's only for a little while anyway. Just 'til he gets on his feet, right?"

"Well, um that's something else I wanted to talk to you about."

"You're not marrying him are you?!"

"No, well, not right now anyway," she said with a giggle. "Oh, God, how do I start?" she said taking a deep breath and wringing her hands together. She looked at me and then to the floor.

"I used to know Ronnie a long time ago. Before you were born. We dated in high school and even lived together a while after we graduated. Everything was going great until I found out I was pregnant. He changed after that. I was about six months pregnant when I came home from work one day and found him gone."

I was stunned by what she said but it didn't really quite sink in. "I found out he moved to Florida and we lost contact with each other. He moved back into town two months ago and just walked into the diner pretty as you please. All those feelings I had for him so many years ago came flooding back."

She stopped talking and looked at me. "Are you alright?" I nodded. This was too much information. "We stayed out so late that first night just catching up on what was going on. I told him all about you and he couldn't wait to meet his beautiful daughter."

"Wait, you're saying he knew I was his daughter from the beginning?"

"Yes, of course, silly. He was the one who brought you up. Why?"

"Oh, no reason, I was just wondering." It finally hit me. This guy was my father. My real father. Not some random guy that she met in the diner. It was okay fucking him when he was just her boyfriend, but now? My stomach did a flip-flop as I thought about it.

She kept talking, saying thing about shared living expenses and other shit, but I wasn't hearing her. I couldn't. I had just learned that I had sex with my father several times and now he was moving in with us and it probably would happen a lot more.

I was still sitting there stunned when the door bell rang snapping me out of my trance. It was Ronnie and he had two guys with him to help him move his stuff in. I went to my room and waited until the house became quiet.

"Ronnie and I are going out for a while to celebrate," my mom said poking her head into my bedroom. "Don't wait up," she added with a wink. I smiled as my door closed and waited until I heard her car start before I left my room.

I had changed into a long shirt and had only my panties on under that. I wanted to be comfortable and went to get a soda. Just as I entered the living room I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw the two guys who helped Ronnie with his stuff were sitting on the coach drinking beers.

"There you are," one said when he saw me. "Come join us for a beer."

"Why are you still here? Ronnie's gone."

"Yea, we know, we're waiting to get paid for helping him move his shit."

"They'll probably be out late so you'll have to get the money later," I said walking towards the kitchen. The one that had been talking stood up and met me half way across the room.

"We're not expecting money," he said smiling. "Ronnie promised us a little fun for helping out." I could see the second guy approaching us from the corner of my eye.

I turned to look at him and suddenly felt a hand on my right breast. I pushed it away and backed up. "Come on, now, don't be like that. We know what kinda girl you are."

I was staring at him when I felt the second guy come up behind me and put his arms over my shoulders. He was very tall and easily reached around me. "Come on, Debbie, show us that pussy you've been spreading all around town," he whispered in my ear.