LECTURE FROM HER DADDY
"I'll rip your dick off and stuff it down your fucking throat if you knock-up my daughter." It was Mr. Summers, the father of my girlfriend Haley. He was very angry.
Haley and I, both 18, having recently graduated from high school were sitting in her parents' kitchen listening to the diatribe from Haley's father.
Haley spoke up, "Daddy, we're not doing anything like that. Please don't say things like that."
Mr. S continued, he was drunk and pissed-off. He ranted at me, "Don't you tell me you're not fucking my daughter."
I hadn't told him I wasn't fucking his daughter, his daughter had. She continued to defend herself. "Daddy, please! Josh and I have not been having sex."
Mr. S said, "Bullshit. Don't lie to me little girl."
"I'm not lying." She said. Haley was crying.
Mrs. Summers entered the fray, "Boyd (Mr. S), don't speak like that to your daughter."
He said, "She's just a slut like you and your sister."
Mrs. Summers calmed him down and made him sit. "Let your daughter explain herself." (Oh boy, this would have to be a good explanation.)
Mr. Summers sneered, "Okay, explain how you and this asshole (that was me) come home naked. What were you doing, reading poetry to each other?" He was drunk and angry.
I could see his point, though. Haley and I had showed up at the front door to her house buck naked. It was a Saturday night and I had picked her up for a date at 6:30. We left, fully clothed, only to return at 1:30, without our clothes. Seeing their thin, beautiful daughter naked with some kid (like me) had to be an incredible shock to her parents.
Haley had knocked on the door and we both retreated to hide behind some shrubs. My plan was to get the hell out of there once Haley had contacted her mother and gotten inside the house.
Her mom opened the door, to find no one on the porch.
"Pssst, Mom. Can you get me a coat. I'm cold."
Her mother said, "Well come inside. Why are you hiding?"
Haley said, "I lost my clothes. Someone stole them."
"Where's Josh?"
"He's out here too."
I had asked her to just go inside and not involve me. It would only make things worse if she were naked and with me.
"Does he have clothes on?"
Haley answered, "No. They stole his clothes too."
That's when Haley's dad came outside. "What's going on?" He asked. We could tell immediately that he'd been drinking.
Haley's mom explained that she and her boyfriend were saying their clothes had been stolen.
"What the fuck!" He said.
Haley said to me, "Let's just go to your house."
I imagine my mom would be more receptive to me bringing home a naked girl. She probably expected shit like that from me.
Haley's mom said, "No. Get in here both of you."
Haley said, "I don't want Daddy to see me naked."
Mr. S said, "Why not. Probably half the city has seen you naked."
But he didn't want to see his daughter naked, so he turned and went in the house while Mrs. S got a couple of coats from the closet and handed them to us in the bushes. She gave Haley a long coat, but I had just a short coat the really didn't cover my ass and my dick was sticking out. Having a girl's mother see your cock is not going to create a favorable impression. It was enough to get us in the house. Mrs. S got a pair of her husband's work pants for me and a sweatshirt. Haley went to her room and put on some clothes. We were hoping that would be the end of it, but Mr. S called her down to the kitchen and told me to sit my ass down. That's when he threatened to cut my dick off and shove it down my throat. He was a big, rough guy, and I believed him.
Anyway, Haley and I tried to explain what had happened.
She told the story, the G-rated version.
"Josh and I went to the movies and afterward we were driving around talking." (Partially true, we'd gone to the drive-in where we had necked furiously through the entire movie. Neither of us could remember what the flick was about. I was playing with her naked tits the entire time.)
She continued, "After the movie, we drove around for a bit. We just like to drive around and talk about things." (We were looking for a place to park. It was years ago, before cell-phones and the internet.)