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	This is about a young girl and her father. It is explicit. 
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RUTHIE ONE

    Ruthie Barker was the girl who made me forget all of my 
inhibitions long enough to ask her if she wanted to meet someone new. 
When she said sure and told me where she lived, I said I'd ride home 
with her and walk back to get my car. She stopped in front of a brick 
house and turned off the lights. 
    "This is where you live?" I asked. She said no and pointed to a 
white two-storey house with the second story porch roof beginning to 
sag. 
    "I live there, but my Dad wouldn't like it if a guy brought me 
home." I looked at her. It was too dark to see now but at the store I 
had seen the long straight shiny blonde hair that curled up at the 
bottom and framed a soft face with tiny features. I had seen the white 
ankles that made you want to take off her shoes. This was no teenager 
and I didn't get it. 
    "Ruthie, how old are you?" 
    "Twenty-three," she responded. 
    "And you father doesn't allow you to date?" 
    I could feel her looking at me. "You must be the only guy in town 
who doesn't know about me," she whispered. 
    "Know what?" I responded. 
    "If we're gonna see each other at all, you need to know so I'll 
tell you now. I'd like to be with you, but you need to know this about 
me because it's not going to change even if you still want to see me." 
    "Go on." 
    "Okay," she sighed. "My father and I sleep together. That's why I 
don't get asked out -- everybody here knows. No, don't say anything, 
let me tell it all. It started when I was twelve and my mother worked 
as a nurse at night. At first my Daddy just came into my room after I 
was in my PJs, and he sat at the bottom of the bed and talked to me. 
While he talked, he played with my feet. He didn't tickle, I think of 
it now as a gentle caress that he did with his hands. It felt good, in 
fact, it made me feel a little funny but I didn't know why. And we 
just talked. I really loved my Dad..." 
    And she told me:

    I'll never forget the night he started things going further. I had 
on a pink nightie, kind of thin and short because it was hot. I didn't 
have any cover on, either. When he came in, he just looked at me for a 
while and smiled. I moved my feet so he could sit down, but instead he 
sat down beside me. We talked some and he was smiling, then he put his 
hand on my tummy. I felt kind of strange because he didn't seem like 
he was trying to tickle me, just caressing me like he did with my 
feet. When he moved his hand up to my left breast he just kept on 
talking like nothing had changed, and I was so shocked that I just 
kept listening. Usually we talked about all kinds of different things 
but when he started touching my breast and saw that I was going to let 
him do it...
    Jack, I was so surprised and confused that I was scared to say 
anything. Then he started talking in the same calm tone about how much 
he loved me and loved touching me and he never wanted anything to 
happen so that we couldn't have what he called "our times together.' I 
didn't know what to do, so I said, "Me too, Daddy," and that's when he 
started to put his hand inside. I was frozen and I was scared but I 
didn't go anything. 
    I started to feel guilty. 
    Jack, the first few times I felt so guilty about it all because, 
even at twelve, I knew it was wrong, but I liked it! It felt good, and 
I liked it. 
    Anyway, on that first night, after he put his hand inside, I could 
feel his fingers on my breast. I had fairly big ones for being twelve, 
but I hadn't really thought about letting anybody touch them. I 
thought my parents would kill me. And there I was with my father 
playing with my left breast. When he saw I wasn't going to do 
anything, he really started to get serious then. He unbuttoned the 
buttons and pulled them back so he could see. "Ruthie!" he said to me, 
"you're as big as your mother," which I wasn't, and then he said, "and 
much prettier." I was just about to get up enough courage to say, 
"Daddy, should we be doing this?" when he started kissing them. Oh, 
Jack, I was so scared, but I liked it and it felt good, and I didn't 
want to ruin our times, so I let him do what he wanted. 
    And I was also getting excited. I just couldn't help it, he was so 
good, and I loved him because he was my Daddy, and I knew he shouldn't 
be doing it and I felt guilty because I was letting him, but I 
couldn't stop because it felt too good. He lay down on top of me and 
just licked and sucked my breasts until I was really aroused. He was 
rubbing against my inside legs, too, and I could feel that it was wet 
down there, and my nipples were real hard, and my breasts felt like 
they were swollen. 
    When he finally got up and asked me to take off my nightie, I just 
stared, speechless, so he started to take it off -- and again, I let 
him do it. I was really scared then because I didn't know what he was 
going to do and I was also really really aroused. 
    He lay down beside me and kind of pulled me sideways to him so he 
could put my breast back in his mouth, but then he put his hand down 
between my legs. 
    When he first started to rub my hole with his fingers, I thought I 
was going crazy. There I was, a totally sexually inexperienced twelve-
year-old girl, and my father was doing things to me I didn't know 
existed, and a part of me wanted to run, and a part of me was so 
totally turned on that I couldn't believe it. 
    He rubbed what he called my button, then he would put his finger 
in the hole, and all that time he sucked and licked at my nipples. 
From that very first night, I found out that I have incredibly 
sensitive nipples, and it's real easy to turn me on if you play with 
them with your tongue. 
    After a while, I started having these jerks between my legs that I 
couldn't control, and my breath got shorter and shorter. I remember 
thinking that I was moaning and I didn't know why, but I couldn't help 
it. 
    He knew I couldn't do anything to stop him then -- he knew I was 
about to cum even though I didn't have any idea what was about to 
happen. He jumped up on the bed and put his face down there and 
started sucking on my button and pushing at it with his tongue. 
    I think I was almost unconscious, I was so overwhelmed with all 
these feelings and then I heard myself moaning, "Lick it harder, 
Daddy," and I was pushing up off the bed at him and then everything in 
the world exploded. 
    Oh, Jack, my first orgasm was so incredibly good! I was so out of 
control that all my guilt was just overpowered by that orgasm. I came 
and came for what seemed like several minutes. When it was finally 
over, I was so exhausted that I almost fell asleep with Daddy still 
between my legs. He raised up, and came up beside me, and kissed me on 
the cheek and started playing with my hair, and he was saying things 
like "You're so beautiful, Ruthie" and "I love you so much, Ruthie" 
and I finally raised up and kissed him and said, "I love you, too, 
Daddy, but I'm so tired." He said, "Okay, honey, I'll see you 
tomorrow" and he got up and left. I was so drained that I was probably 
asleep by the time he got to the door.
 
    I didn't know what to say, but I knew that my dick was aching, it 
was so hard. Her story had made me so horny that I was about to jump 
on her but instead, she slipped across the seat and into my arms. I 
wanted to kiss her so bad I couldn't stand it, but she pushed my head 
away. 
    "If you're holding me like this, then you don't feel like the 
others. They either laughed at me or were mean to me or -- usually -- 
just ignored me. But I have to finish telling you about me." 
    "I don't care," I tried to nuzzle against her ear. "Right now, I 
just want to touch you and love you and kiss you." 
    But she wasn't ready yet. I think that now that she had found a 
sympathetic audience, she had some guilt to spill out. She did kiss me 
lightly on the mouth, but then she said, "We have all the time in the 
world to do what we want, and I know places, but I have to finish so 
you know what kind of girl you're getting." 
    I sighed. By this time, I had my hand on her left breast and she 
let it stay, but I couldn't feel much because she had a jacket on. "We 
can play with each other while I talk, okay? But I've got to tell it." 
Saying that, she pulled her coat open so I could get at her and as she 
started again, she began to try to get my swollen dick out -- and kept 
talking: 

    The next day, I was tired and scared and really upset. I didn't 
want to go to school because I thought everybody would be able to look 
at me and see that I was different and know what had happened. But I 
couldn't think of any excuse my mother would believe so I got on the 
bus. When nobody acted like anything was different, I went on to 
school and stayed.
 
    By this time, Ruthie had my dick out of my pants and was doing 
incredible things to it with her long, thin fingers. Sometimes she 
caressed it so lightly that I wasn't sure she was even touching it; 
other times she pulled it with long firm strokes. I had her shirt 
halfway open and was doing everything I knew to turn her on with my 
fingers -- she wasn't letting me get my mouth on her nipples yet -- 
but I felt like my touchings were amateur blunderings compared with 
her skilled hands. A dozen times I thought I would cum, but each time 
she settled me down, only to start up again after I relaxed a little. 
The pain in my balls was starting to grow and I knew that sometime 
that night, I was going to have to cum, even if I had to do it myself. 
What I wanted was for her to lower her sweet mouth over my dick and 
let me shoot everything I had down her throat. But she was still full 
of talk, so I waited, as much turned on by her story as by her -- and 
she was far from finished with telling me her story:

    I had decided at school that I had to talk to Daddy when he came 
to my room that night. I had decided that I was going to put on 
something really unsexy because the more I thought about it, I 
realized that I had been dressing to turn him on, even though I hadn't 
meant to. I wanted to tell him I hadn't meant to dress like that and 
that I was scared and felt really guilty and I didn't think we ought 
to do that kind of stuff anymore. The worst thing of all was that I 
just couldn't lie to myself, and I knew that I had liked it while it 
was going on. 
    After that first time, I really didn't want it to happen again, 
but I was afraid that if I let it start, then I would want it and not 
be able to stop it. 
    See, the thing was, I didn't blame my Daddy, or hate him or 
anything. I still loved my Daddy very much, I just felt like I had 
done stuff to make him think that I wanted to do things like we had 
done last night and I had decided that at bedtime, I was going to 
explain it to him. 
    He was way ahead of me, though, and I never got my chance. I had 
gotten out of my bath and was drying off when he slipped into the 
bathroom, and I didn't even hear him until his arms went around me 
from behind. I jumped and dropped the towel, and each of his hands 
took one of my breasts. My heart started beating really fast and I 
kept saying to myself, "Slow down, Ruthie, and tell him," but while I 
tried to think of what to say, he was already starting to turn me on. 
One hand went down between my legs and as I finally started to try and 
tell him, I totally lost my cool when I realized he was naked too. 
    I had seen pictures of guys' dicks. Even at twelve, I knew what he 
was pushing between my legs from behind. He was moving it around and 
rubbing me with it in some places while his fingers were touching 
other places and the shock of my Daddy's dick touching me down there 
just took my breath away and my thinking away so that I couldn't do 
anything but stand there naked while he got me hot again. 
    And I have to tell you, it didn't take long. He was really good 
with his fingers, and sometimes he would push his dick up so that the 
tip was at my back hole. I was scared to death that he was going to 
try to put it in there, but feeling it touching me there just drove me 
absolutely wild. After a while, I was so turned on that I started 
thinking what it would be like if he did put it in there but even 
through all this, I trusted my Daddy and figured that he would know 
the right thing to do. 
    He did, too. He was playing with me in three places where a girl 
is most sensitive and I don't know what turned me on the most, his 
fingers squeezing my little nipple like they squeezed his cigarettes, 
or his other hand playing with my button or his dick playing with my 
back hole. I think that after a while, the tip did start to go inside, 
but he never pushed enough to hurt, just enough to feel good. I 
couldn't help it, I came just as hard as last night and I heard myself 
repeating over and over, not even conscious that I was saying it, 
"Don't stop Daddy, don't stop." 
    After I came, he just held me in his arms. My guilt was on hold 
because I felt so good. I felt totally fulfilled and I also felt a 
love for my Daddy, who had made me feel that way. I just couldn't help 
it, the pleasure was so good that there was no room for anything else 
but love. I felt something else, too, and that made just a little bit 
of guilt come back, but I felt it anyway. I felt like I wanted to see 
my Daddy naked, I wanted to see his dick, and I might even want to 
touch it. But for then, I was so tired that I just stood there and let 
him hold me. If he had let go, I think I would have fallen over. 
    We must have stood there for five minutes or so with me like a 
limp rag doll and him holding and cuddling. Finally he turned me 
around to face him. I was looking at him now but he was holding me so 
tightly that I couldn't see anything but his chest. But I could feel 
his dick pushing in on my stomach and it was still real hard. My 
breasts were flattened against his lower chest and he kept holding me 
real tight, almost as if he wasn't ready for me to see. Then, he slid 
down my body, kissing at my breasts and stomach until he was on his 
knees. 
    I knew what he was going to do then and I almost cried out for him 
to stop but then his face was between my legs and his tongue was 
playing round like it was trying to get up my front hole and I knew 
then that I had wanted him to do more. Even as he sucked at me, I 
could feel guilt and even shame and I wanted to tell him that I hadn't 
wanted him to do this and that he could stop if he wanted to but I 
knew that the feelings and the sounds of slurping were driving me 
crazy again and I knew I wouldn't say a word, at least not until he 
was finished. 
    My back was against the sink and my body was curved in a backward 
arc as I pushed myself at Daddy so he could suck harder. Remember, I 
was twelve and this was only my second time, but it was already 
beginning to dawn in my mind what he was doing. For a while he would 
really try to make me cum by sucking my button or playing with it with 
his lips or his teeth. Then, as I got hotter, he would back off and 
not let me finish. He was playing with me and making me want it, and 
it was driving me absolutely crazy. The sucking sounds and the 
slurping as he licked his tongue across my hole, and the sucking sound 
when he sucked at my hole like he wanted something to come out were 
making things even worse. I had totally lost control again. Finally, I 
grabbed his head in my hands and started screaming, "Come on Daddy, 
make me do it!" because I didn't even know what to call it yet but I 
needed it, yes I needed for him to make it happen. 
    He was sucking on my button now and I knew I was getting close 
again. I didn't want him to stop this time, I didn't want him to play 
with me anymore, I really needed it this time. I was up on the tips of 
my toes, pushing on this sink with my back and pushing out my legs at 
him. I started jutting my hips out in sharp pushes at his face, and I 
pulled his face against my hole. "Come on Daddy, finish me this time, 
please finish me, come on Daddy!" and then I was gone, my hips still 
pushing back and forth but completely beyond my control now. If the 
first two cums were good, this one was harder and better because he 
had made me want it so bad, and I had helped make it happen by moving 
my own body. 
    As silly as it may sound, that still seems to me to be one of the 
strongest cums I ever had, though maybe it was just the first really 
really good one. I didn't want it to stop, and then for a while, I 
didn't think it was going to, and that was okay too, to just go on and 
on cumming with Daddy sucking on me. 
    When it finally did start to slow down, I was so weak that I 
couldn't stand up and I sank down into Daddy's lap. I cuddled up 
against him. Then for a minute I was awake again because I knew that 
my hand had brushed against his dick and I tried to move my hand so 
that I would touch it again, but Daddy picked me up in his arms and 
carried me into my bedroom. I hardly had the energy to say goodnight, 
but as he brushed my hair back and covered me up, still naked, I 
remember what I said to him. I said, "Thank you, Daddy."
 
    As she finished, I was so turned on by her and her story that the 
fact that she was talking about incest and enjoying it made no 
difference to me. It was like she was all talked out now, and we just 
sat there while she drove my dick crazy with her fingers. She looked 
up at me and said, "Now, do you still want to see me again?" 
    "And again and again," I answered and that was when she first 
kissed me. It wasn't a long kiss but it was incredible one. "Jack, I 
have to go in, he'll be waiting." I started to protest but she put her 
fingers to my lips and whispered gently, "You need to get off, don't 
you?" 
    I nodded silently. She kissed me again and lowered her head to my 
lap. My cock slipped into her mouth soundlessly and as gently as into 
water but then Ruthie began to suck. I could tell this was to be no 
long teaser. Ruthie wanted to go in and see her Daddy, but she 
apparently cared enough about me to let it wait a little while. Her 
mouth was like a sucking machine, and she had no trouble letting my 
whole dick slip down into her mouth when she wanted to. I could feel 
her lips on my pubic hair at times, but with the pressure and the 
urgency of her sucking, I couldn't hold out. When it came it was 
painful because the spurts were so strong that I had no control. I 
thought I must be choking her but she just buried it to the hilt and 
rubbed it frenziedly with her tongue until I finally was empty. 
    I felt as empty as I had ever felt but Ruthie popped back up, 
kissed me and said, "When we have time, I can do better than that. 
I'll see you at the store tomorrow night. Bye." 
    I could only respond, "Don't forget" as I slipped out of the car. 
I stood there as she moved on up to her house. She didn't know I had 
stayed but she popped out of the car and bounced into the house. I 
couldn't help but notice the enthusiasm and as I walked back to my car 
I kept thinking, "I wonder if she has him in her mouth now?" 
    But I also made plans to be sure that I could be at the store the 
next night. 

RUTHIE TWO

    After my incredible first experience with Ruthie, I was so horny 
that I went home and must have jacked off a half a dozen times while 
imagining what Ruthie and her father might be doing at that moment. 
Still unable to sleep, I got in my car and drove over to her house, 
but all the lights were off. Still, I jacked off again in the car. 
Finally exhausted, I went home and fell asleep. I was so anxious to 
see Ruthie that I got to the store extra early the next night. I was 
anticipating being with her so much that it never even crossed my mind 
that she might not come. 
    She didn't. I waited almost two hours in the parking lot and she 
never showed. I was sure that each car would be hers, but she never 
came at all. 
    Finally, about ten o'clock, I drove over to her house and parked 
across the street. Lights were on upstairs, and I just stared, waiting 
for something to happen and wondering what to do. About eleven, the 
lights went out and that's when I began to get mad. It was beginning 
to seem like Ruthie had used me to spill her guilt trip, willing to 
trade one sweet blow job in return, while she had fascinated me to the 
point where I was almost obsessed with her. I finally drove home, got 
drunk and went to bed. 
    The next morning about ten, I was drinking coffee and nursing a 
hangover when she knocked at the door. I didn't know how she had found 
my house, but I knew she had, and I was irrationally certain that it 
was her at the door. It was. 
    She looked like a virgin dressed for church. She had on a pale 
blue dress and white heels. Her blonde hair hung below her shoulders 
and I would have attacked her on the spot if I had followed my first 
impulse. Instead, in answer to her beautiful smile and silence, I 
simply said "Come in." 
    "I'm really sorry about last night," she started out. "I couldn't 
help it. He took me out to dinner, and we spent the evening together. 
But I thought about you some." One thing was for sure -- any guilt 
Ruthie had ever had about sleeping with her father was gone now. She 
talked about it as if it was an every day thing (which, of course, it 
was). 
    "I hope you had a good time," I played for time, being carefully 
neutral. 
    "Jack, I've told you, it's not going to change. I'm going to be 
there for him when he wants me. If you want me, too, then I'll be 
there for you when I can." Then she smiled sweetly. "He's working 
today until five so I have to be home by four-thirty." Then she was 
molding her body against me, and kissing me like a child sucks the 
juice from a ripe orange. She started licking my ear and whispered, 
"I'd like to get in bed with you now." I needed no convincing. I took 
her hand and led her up the steps to be bedroom. Not speaking, we lay 
down beside each other, me in my tacky blue bathrobe and Ruthie in her 
pale blue dress. The shoes had disappeared. 
    For a while we just touched and kissed and learned about each 
other, then Ruthie stood and pulled her dress over her head and tossed 
it aside. There was nothing else left, just Ruthie, and my dick jerked 
as I first gazed at her naked body. There wasn't an ounce of fat, but 
she didn't look skinny either, just a mature young woman with 
absolutely perfect proportions. I am turned on by nipples, and seeing 
Ruthie's were like looking at one of my fantasies. Her nipples were a 
pale but true pink, not much larger than a pencil eraser but with 
definite form. Her aureoles were about the size of a quarter, small 
but in perfect proportion to the nipples. They looked a little like a 
young girl's nipples, but the full breasts said that this was a woman. 
Her stomach was flat and her shining light pubic bush was also small. 
It didn't look like she cut it; it just looked natural. Her hips were 
thin, and what I could see of her legs made me assume they were the 
same perfect proportion. 
    As she climbed back on the bed, she pulled open my bathrobe, and 
placed herself astride me. I guess Ruthie was used to sex without any 
hang-ups, because she took my dick in her hand and, without a word, 
slipped it inside her. And there, with the incredible feeling of 
Ruthie holding my cock inside her velvet pussy, she began to talk 
again. 
    "After what I told you, about that night..."

    I was really confused and scared. The next night, I put off going 
to bed, staying up and studying, but I finally got tired. I got 
undressed and got into bed and waited for Daddy, not sure how or if I 
could handle him. It wasn't a problem because he didn't come. I waited 
and waited and he didn't come. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore so 
I got up and tiptoed to his bedroom. 
    He was lying on his bed, his hands behind his head, staring at the 
ceiling. 
    "Daddy," I whispered. "Are you all right?" 
    He turned and smiled at me. "Hi, honey. Come on in." 
    I was scared, but I approached the bed and knelt by it. He looked 
at me searchingly. "Ruthie," he began. "I want to know, and I want you 
to be honest. We have been doing some new things. If you feel 
uncomfortable about them, then tell me. Do you want to keep on or do 
you want things to change between us?" 
    I had no idea how to handle that question. I was so mixed up. The 
end of his sentence -- "Do you want things to change between us?" -- 
really scared me. My Daddy had always been my best friend. I was 
confused about what he was doing to me, but I thought anything would 
be better than losing my best friend. For lack of a better response, I 
simply said, "I don't want things to change between us." 
    He nodded and smiled. "Okay, honey, I understand. Why don't you 
take off your nightgown and we'll just snuggle a while together." 
After all the things we had done, simply being naked with him didn't 
seem too bad, so I slipped the gown over my head and crawled in. The 
first thing I realized was that Daddy was naked. I could feel all of 
his hot body against mine. I hate to say it, Jack, but I liked the 
feeling. I liked it a lot. 
    Daddy began to kiss my neck, then he pulled the covers back and 
began to play with my breasts. My feelings of want overcame my fear, 
and I just lay there and enjoyed it while his tongue tickled my 
nipples. His hand went down my stomach and stopped between my legs but 
he just teased me this time, no serious playing. There was a question 
I had to ask, and so I did. 
    "Daddy, how come you don't want me to touch you, too?" He stopped 
playing with me, raised up, and looked into my eyes. 
    "Is that what you want?" he asked. 
    "I dunno," I replied. "I guess I just wondered." 
    "If you're sure, then just put your hand down there and you'll 
find me. But if you start to touch me, then I will want you to do the 
same thing to me that I do to you with my mouth. You can make me feel 
good with your mouth just like I make you feel good, if you're ready. 
So don't start until you're ready." 
    I vaguely knew what he wanted me to do. I had heard about girls 
sucking on boy's dicks. I even had a girl friend who claimed that she 
sucked her brother's dick every night, although I didn't believe it. 
But I had seen Daddy's dick before when I peeked in the bathroom while 
he was taking a bath, and it didn't scare me all that much, so I 
reached down and found him. 
    Daddy jumped when my hand found his dick, and I didn't find what I 
thought I was going to find at all. Instead of a floppy little thing 
like a sausage, what I had my hand on was a thick stiff curved rod 
that jerked when I touched it. My question came out unbidden. 
    "What's the matter with it? Why is it so big?" 
    He cuddled me against him, but I kept my hand around it. "Ruthie, 
honey, when a man gets in a sexy mood, it grows big like that. Do you 
know about making love?" 
    I really didn't, so I shook my head. 
    "Sugar," he started, "when a man and a woman have sex, the man 
puts his dick into the woman's hole...down here." With that, he 
touched my hole. I shuddered. I couldn't imagine anything that huge 
going up inside me. "He puts it up inside her, and he shoots out some 
juice inside her that makes her have a baby. But that's not the only 
reason they do it. They also do it because it feels good. It feels 
better that when I kiss you down there. But you're not old enough for 
that yet." 
    I couldn't imagine anything feeling better than Daddy kissing me 
down there, but I was glad he thought I wasn't old enough, because I 
was terrified of him trying to put that thing up in my hole. 
    He went on. "Maybe some day we'll do that, when you're older and 
if you want to. For now, I only want you to kiss me the way I kiss 
you. It feels good to a man if a girl puts his dick in her mouth and 
sucks it like a popsicle. Do you think you could do that?" 

    I had to stop her. For some time, Ruthie had been controlling me 
like a puppet. I said she had a velvet pussy, but she could contract 
her muscles around me with a strong grip. She would ride me like a 
pony for a while, then -- when she thought I was getting close -- she 
would back off, which was frustrating me and teasing me and turning me 
on so much I couldn't stop her. But now, I knew I couldn't hold it any 
longer. 
    "Wait a minute, Ruthie," I panted. "I need to know if you're on 
the pill because I'm going off now." 
    She just smiled, stopped talking for a minute, and increased her 
pressure and movement to a higher level. She was milking me like a cow 
and the pressure built until I finally exploded, sending wave after 
wave of my juice into her incredible body. 
    As I emptied my balls into Ruthie, she leaned forward, her blonde 
hair cascading down on my chest, her breasts hanging forward, and she 
pulled my head up to her nipples. Wishing I could suck both, I closed 
my mouth around her right breast and sucked like a baby. I had never 
had such a strong need to cum inside a girl. The pleasure was intense 
and the need to let it out was so strong that there was actually pain 
along with the pleasure. To be honest, I was almost glad when it was 
over because the pain and intensity of it had scared me just a little. 
    When she sensed that I was finished, she raised up, slipping me 
out of her, and lay down beside me. She offered her mouth to me and 
gave me a few soft kisses, then raised up to look me in the eye. 
    "Thank you," she whispered. "I wanted you to enjoy it." 
    "I did," I responded. "It was the best one I ever had." 
    "Why don't you turn over and I'll rub your back," she smiled.
    Ruthie was as talented at back massage as she was sex. As much as 
she had turned me on earlier, now she relaxed me with her talented 
hands. And as she massaged, she began to talk again about her Daddy: 

    It was so weird, Jack. There we were in bed, and I was still 
thinking that this shouldn't be happening, but Daddy was doing things 
to my breasts that felt so good that I couldn't bring myself to make 
him stop. And I was lying there with his dick in my hand, and 
remember, I still hadn't seen it, just touched it. I didn't know if I 
wanted to try to suck it or not, but he had told me that he wanted me 
to if I touched it, and I didn't want to stop touching it. Every once 
in a while, it would jerk and seem to get a little bigger. I thought 
about what it might feel like to have him put it inside me and I knew 
that I was terrified about that, but in that time when we were lying 
there together, I also realized that it was going to happen. Sooner or 
later, Daddy would put his dick inside me, and I knew something else. 
Even though I didn't want him to do it then, when the time came, I 
would want him to do it. I thought that maybe, someday, I might even 
ask him to do it. 
    Finally he spoke to me. "Ruthie, do you think you can make me feel 
good with your mouth like I did to you? Do you think you can suck it?" 
    I couldn't tell him how scared I was, so I just said, "Daddy, if 
you want me to, I'll try." 
    He looked at me and I felt love and understanding. "Take it slow, 
honey, because I want you to enjoy it, too. Don't rush it. When you're 
ready, just slip it in your mouth and pretend it's a popsicle." 
    He waited while I pulled the covers down to reveal his dick for 
the first time. Jack, I don't know how to describe what I felt when I 
first saw it, other than to say I was fascinated. It really didn't 
look like something I would want to put in my mouth, but the thought 
didn't gross me out, either. I was just fascinated. I slipped down in 
the bed until my face was even with his dick. It smelled fresh and 
clean. One thing about my father, I have never gone to bed with him 
when he wasn't clean. 
    I decided that I might start by licking it with my tongue, and if 
I didn't like that, I'd tell him. So, I started licking around my 
Daddy's dick. When it jerked, it reminded me of my jerks when he was 
kissing me. It seemed to jerk most when I licked underneath. To tell 
the truth, licking it didn't particularly excite me, but it wasn't so 
bad. But I knew that he really wanted me to put it in my mouth. I knew 
I couldn't get it in very far, but I could suck the tip. So I 
scrunched up my courage and said to myself, "Do it, Ruthie, it's what 
he wants and he loves you." 
    I slipped the tip of my Daddy's dick into my mouth. 
    I LIKED it. I really did. The feeling of having my Daddy's dick 
inside me was pleasant. It was more than pleasant -- it made me feel 
funny like when he kissed my button. I sucked and licked it with my 
tongue. And I tried to get more of it in my mouth. It was jerking and 
I liked that, too. I decided I would do what he had said: suck it like 
a popsicle. The feeling was very nice to me and I sucked on him, 
knowing it was wrong and not caring. 
    Suddenly he interrupted me. He had begun to push off the bed, but 
now he said, "Ruthie, stop now. I'm going to cum." I remembered what 
he said about shooting his juices, and I didn't want to get pregnant. 
I was enjoying it, but I stopped when he told me to. 
    "Rub it with your hand, up and down," he whispered. I took it in 
my hand and rubbed up and down like he said. "Faster," he moaned, and 
I did it as hard as I could. I had never seen cum before, but 
suddenly, a white cream shot out of his dick, all over his stomach, 
and some of it got in my hair. 
    "Oh, Ruthie, honey, that was so good, you are so beautiful," he 
gasped as he lay back. I could see that he was really tired, which was 
curious. I knew that he had cum, and I knew that after he made me cum, 
I was really turned on, but he seemed like he was tired. I hate to say 
it, but I was a little disappointed, because I was hoping that he 
would lick me down there, too. 
    Instead, we just cuddled against each other and I could tell that 
he was really relaxed and happy, so I was, too. Then, after a while, 
he turned on his side, and pulled me closer to him. I jumped when his 
dick first touched my pussy, but he put his hand down on it, and 
rubbed it back and forth against me. The feelings I was having then 
were so incredibly strong. I was scared to death that he was going to 
try to put it inside me, but I also was so turned on by my Daddy's 
dick rubbing across my hole that I knew that if he wanted to, I 
couldn't stop him. He didn't put it in me for six more months, but if 
he had wanted to that night, I would have let him. Right then, I 
didn't care if he made a baby in me or not, I would have let him. 
    Instead, he just kept rubbing me with his dick and his fingers, 
and I knew I was going to cum soon, and I did. It wasn't a super cum, 
but I guess I would describe it as a good, warm, loving cum. I felt 
good, and I loved my Daddy, and that night, I fell asleep in his arms. 
I felt no guilt that night. 
    I was so relaxed by what this young girl was doing to my back that 
I might have fallen asleep if her story hadn't turned me on so much. 
The truth was, I was hard again, and it was a hard that was so strong 
that it hurt. 
    "Ruthie," I said, turning over. "I don't want to force you, but I 
need you. Do you think you could suck me a little bit?" 
    She smiled, flipped her head back so her hair was out of her eyes 
and replied, "Jack, you tell me what you want, and I will do it." 
    I wasn't used to submissive girls who only wanted to please, but I 
like the feeling, so I said, "I'd like it if you would suck me a 
little." 
    When Ruthie told me the other night that she could do better when 
she had time, she wasn't kidding. She might have had trouble getting 
her father's dick in her mouth that first night, but she had no 
trouble with mine. I had heard of girls who could relax their throats 
to the point that they could let a dick slip completely into their 
mouth, but I had never met one until Ruthie. I'm not real small, but 
when she bent her head over my dick and took it into her mouth, it 
disappeared to the base. I could feel that I must be half way down her 
throat, but it didn't bother her at all. I could tell she was trying 
hard to make me feel good and, boy, did she ever do it. 
    She kept up a steady sucking pressure but at the same time, her 
tongue was all over my dick, first the head, then all around the 
sides. Meanwhile, she tickled my balls with one hand, and with the 
other hand, she put one finger up my ass, and moved it in and out. She 
even added sound effects with the rest. 
    She moaned and sighed, and made me feel like she was enjoying me 
like no girl I had ever met. I couldn't help it, I took her head in my 
hands and begin to fuck her mouth. She allowed me to do what I wanted 
and I plunged deep into her throat, time after time, with her tongue 
still going. 
    At last I shot my cum deep into her mouth. Wave after wave poured 
down Ruthie's throat, and she drank it like water and sucked like she 
wanted more. Looking down at this young blond girl begging for my dick 
and sucking like she wanted to swallow it just about drove me insane. 
When my dick finally stopped shooting, I felt as empty as I ever had 
felt in my life. I also felt like I couldn't do without Ruthie, I 
needed her, and if the price was hearing her guilt trip, then I would 
listen all day. 
    We snuggled together, her head on my shoulder. I played with her 
breasts for a while and for once, she didn't talk. Somewhere along the 
line, I must have fallen asleep, because when I awoke several hours 
later, there was the sweet smell of Ruthie in my bed, but she was 
gone. 

RUTHIE THREE

    I said earlier that I was almost obsessed by Ruthie. Now I tell 
you: After that afternoon with her, I was obsessed -- totally. She was 
never out of my mind for very long, and the sweet fragrance of her sex 
hung above my bed like an invisible cloud. I wanted to call her, but I 
didn't know her number. I wanted to visit her, but I was afraid to go 
to the door, fearing that her father would answer my knock. I don't 
know if I was in love or in lust, but I knew that I was totally hung 
up on this incredibly sweet 23-year-old woman who talked about fucking 
her father as if everyone did it. 
    The next night, I went out with one of my girlfriends, brought her 
home, and went to bed with her. But I could only get off by thinking 
about Ruthie. It was a relationship that I had absolutely no control 
over, and I was so deeply engrossed in her that I tried to content 
myself with waiting for her next contact. I didn't see her for three 
days, and they were three of the longest days of my life. 
    When the knock at the door came, about 7 P.M., I scrambled to open 
the door, hoping that it might be she. Perhaps the gods really do 
reward those who wait patiently, because it was. 
    "Hi, Jack," she said lightly, brushing past me and into the room. 
"I missed you." 
    I wanted to scream at her about how I had missed her and demand to 
know where had she been, but Ruthie didn't play those games. Instead, 
I came to her, took her in my arms and said softly, "Oh, honey, I've 
missed you, too. I'm glad to see you. God, Ruthie, I've missed you." 
    Our mouths met. Her taste was sweet and fresh, and her mouth 
opened freely to admit my tongue. She sucked on it and tickled it with 
her own while her hands wandered up and down my back and finally came 
to rest on my ass, which she pulled forward towards her, grinding 
herself against my already hard dick. 
    Finally, she broke off the kiss. I tried to pull her back but she 
skipped away from me. "Know what I'd like to do tonight?" she teased. 
    "Anything is okay with me," I responded, moving towards her. 
    "I want to take a ride. I want to ride out in the country. Can we 
go for a ride, Jack?" 
    It wasn't what I had in mind, but being with her was better than 
being without her so I said, "Sure we can. When do you have to be 
home?" 
    "Probably around eleven. I told him I was going to the library and 
to see a girlfriend. Eleven ought to be safe." 
    I had figured that taking a ride with Ruthie was the last thing I 
wanted to do, but I was wrong again. Before we had gotten out of the 
driveway, she was opening my pants. She said not a word, but just took 
out my dick. As I headed out of town, half out of my mind, Ruthie took 
my dick in her mouth and began to suck. She knew how to do things to 
my balls while she sucked that made it very difficult to stay on the 
road. Once, on the way out of town, I pulled up to a red light and 
there was a cop in the other lane. I was glad he couldn't see what was 
going on in my lap, because Ruthie was sucking me like a vacuum 
cleaner. Finally, we got out on a dark road, and I found a place to 
pull over, next to a corn field. The fact that I had been 
concentrating on my driving had kept me from cumming, but once parked, 
I lay back and waited. It wasn't long. 
    My cock seemed to swell to twice its normal size, and then I was 
cumming, squirting, shooting, emptying myself in the sweet mouth of 
this incredible young girl. It was all I could do to keep from taking 
her head in my hands and thrusting my dick down her throat. The "ah" 
and "uh" sounds that came from me as I shuddered from the force of my 
need were purely instinctive. She was like a living force that 
controlled me. Cumming in Ruthie is a very draining experience, in 
more ways that one. After three days of waiting, it was worth it. 
    She raised up beside me. "I love the feel of your dick in my 
mouth, Jack. I love it when you come. It's so neat to drink your cum 
and know that I made you do it." Ruthie obviously wanted to have 
control over a man, perhaps because a man had always had control over 
her. I didn't care. I would take whatever she had to offer. She could 
have control of me completely. 
    "Let's get out," she said suddenly. "Let's walk for a while." So, 
we got out of the car and began to walk down the road. Soon, we came 
to a small lake, really just a pond from the damming of a stream. 
    "I want to go swimming," she said, suddenly. "Come on, Jack, let's 
go swimming." Thoughts of water snakes went through my mind, but 
Ruthie was already halfway out of her clothes, so I quickly stripped 
and we took each other's hands and waded into the pond. It was cold 
but it didn't seem to bother her, so I tried to control my shivering 
and went on in. 
    Ruthie suddenly disappeared beneath the surface. I panicked for a 
moment, but then her hands encircled my waist and her mouth closed 
over my dick. I stood there, seemingly by myself in the pond, while 
just beneath the surface a water nymph was milking my cock with her 
sweet mouth. It was a very strange feeling. I wanted it to continue 
forever, but Ruthie finally ran out of air and surfaced. Still, I was 
hard again, and excited again. I wanted her again, I couldn't help it. 
I was no longer cold. 
    I pulled her slim body towards me. We were almost up to her neck 
in the water but she came to me willingly. I took my cock in my hand 
and glided it into her pussy. She was ready, and I entered her easily. 
She was floating now, her legs wrapped around my hips, and I fucked 
her with long, slow strokes that felt wonderful. And as I fucked her 
in the water in the soft twilight of the unknown farmer's pond, 
incredibly, she began to talk about her father again...
 
    I think my Daddy knew he could do anything he wanted to after I 
sucked him that night. After that, we did it a lot in my bed. He would 
come in, and I would be naked waiting for him. I still knew that what 
we were doing was wrong, but I didn't care anymore. I just wanted him 
to do me. And I did him every night, too. He played with my titties a 
whole lot. They really seemed to turn him on. He was always telling me 
how beautiful they were and how big they were. I knew they weren't all 
that big, because I had looked at some of the other girls at gym class 
in the shower. A lot of girls in my class had bigger ones than mine, 
but some were still pretty flat, so I was glad that I wasn't like 
that, because then Daddy wouldn't have had anything to play with. 
Somehow my titties always got him going. Even on nights when he was 
tired, if I wanted to do it, I would just go find him and unbutton my 
shirt. Once he saw them, Jack, he couldn't keep his hands off them. 
    He taught me things that a girl could do with her mouth that felt 
good to a man. But sometimes I thought up little things of my own, and 
that always surprised him. He loved it when I came up with a new 
trick. 
    I remember the first time he came inside my mouth. By then, I had 
seen him cum lots of times and I had even tasted his cum, because he 
asked me to lick it off his stomach. It was warm and tasted really 
salty. I didn't really love the taste, but I didn't dislike it that 
much, either, but I knew it was what he wanted me to do. He always 
told me when he was about to cum, and I would take my mouth off and 
rub his dick up and down with my hand. Sometimes I would play with his 
balls with my other hand but sometimes I would lick them with my 
tongue. 
    One night, he told me he wanted me to try something new. 
    "Ruthie," he whispered in my ear as he played with my pussy. "When 
you suck me tonight, I want you to try to keep it in your mouth while 
I cum. All you have to do is swallow it and keep sucking. Do you think 
you could do that?" 
    I had thought about what it would be like to drink my Daddy's cum 
lots of times. I thought I could, but I said, "I'm not sure, Daddy, 
but I'll try." So I took his dick in my mouth and began to suck. I had 
my hand around the base and was moving my mouth up and down on the top 
part. Then I moved my hand down to his balls, tried to relax my throat 
like he had taught me to do, and took as much of him into my mouth as 
I could. Pretty soon, I could feel it start to jerk in my mouth and I 
could tell by the jerks that he was getting close to cumming. I was 
nervous, but I just also wanted to know what it would be like for 
Daddy to shoot inside me. This was the time that I had always stopped 
and played with his dick with my hand while he came. This time, he 
took my head in his hands and held it down. 
    Jack, when he started cumming in my mouth, I thought I would choke 
-- but he started whispering, "Swallow it, honey. Swallow it and keep 
sucking." I did it, and when he was finished, I was proud of myself. I 
knew I had made my Daddy happy and I knew that from now on, I could 
handle his cum in my mouth. I hadn't really tasted it that much, but 
had just swallowed it, and it was no problem. I felt good because I 
had pleased him. That's all I thought about: I wanted to make my Daddy 
feel good. 

    I could hold back no longer. I grabbed Ruthie's ass and pulled her 
towards me strongly, once again emptying my dick into her pussy. She 
floated up against me and let me control her body while she paddled 
with her arms. I moved her up and down on my swollen dick until it 
erupted again and I was shooting my seed deep into the body of my 
beautiful water playmate. It was an incredible cum and I pulled her 
head to me and pressed my mouth against hers, totally out of control 
with my lust. She clung to me like a baby, giving and taking and 
enjoying the strength of the incredible emotion that we were feeling 
for each other. Finally, she backed off, floated away from me. She 
started giggling and splashed me with water. 
    "Let's get out and lie on the sand," she suggested. 
    Actually, there was no sand because this was a farmer's pond in a 
pasture, but we lay down by the bank of the water. 
    "I love making love in the water, Jack," she said softly. "Maybe 
someday I'll tell you why." 
    I had been drawn into her story to the point where I felt 
compelled to ask her the one question I really was interested in 
knowing the answer to. 
    "Ruthie," I said, as I tickled her breasts while we lay in the 
short grass by the water. "When did you and your father start to go 
all the way?" 
    She looked at me very seriously and for a moment I thought I might 
have trodden on forbidden ground. But then she smiled a smile that was 
like a whisper of a memory that would always ride on the edge of her 
mind forever. Her answer was in a tone of reverence, and full only of 
love...

    My thirteenth birthday was on a Saturday. My Mom was still working 
the four to midnight shift. We had a party, and several of my friends 
came. A boy who I think was interested in me came, and we had a great 
time. After the party, my Mom left for work and Daddy and I cleaned up 
everything. As I was washing the dishes, he came up behind me and 
slipped his hands up under my sweatshirt until they were on my 
breasts. I felt my nipples getting hard and he took each of them 
between his fingers and played with them. 
    "Did you have a good time today, honey?" he whispered in my ear, 
as he caressed it with his tongue. 
    "Oh, Daddy, I had a wonderful time!" I turned around and we kissed 
each other with our mouths open. His hands were all over me, and I was 
soon turned on. I wanted him to suck my nipples right there, but he 
backed off. 
    "Why don't we get in my bed?" he suggested. I was ready, so we 
went into his room. You have to understand, Jack, Daddy had been 
pushing at my pussy for six months with his dick, I think he was 
trying to stretch it so I could hold him down there. But that night, 
when he began to push against me, I knew something was was going to be 
different. 
    "Ruthie," he whispered, "today you are no longer a little girl. 
Today you became a teenager. Childhood never really ends, honey. There 
are memories of childhood in every grownup. But today was a special 
day for you, and I want to make tonight a special night for you, too, 
sweetheart. You will always be Daddy's little girl, but tonight I want 
to show you what it's like to be a woman." 
    I wasn't quite sure what he meant, so I just lay there -- but I 
knew this night would be different. Very soon, I knew what was 
different. He had put his dick up against my hole plenty of times, but 
usually it was just teasing or at least gentle probing. When he pushed 
his dick against me that night, I knew he was trying to it get inside. 
    Jack, I can't tell you how I felt. I was scared to death that it 
would go in me, but the things that he'd been doing to me for the last 
six months had made me think a lot about what it would be like if he 
ever put it inside. I knew I was curious enough about it that if he 
wanted to do it, I couldn't stop him. That night, I knew it was about 
to happen to me for the first time. I didn't try to stop it. He had 
his dick positioned right on my hole, and he was pushing hard and 
squirming and moving around. The pressure hurt and I cried out once -- 
I didn't mean to, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to help him but I 
just didn't know how. 
    He backed off when I cried out and hugged me to him. My words came 
out without my thinking about what I was saying. 
    "Don't stop, Daddy," I whispered. "I want to be a woman. I want 
you to put it in there." 
    "Oh Ruthie," he answered. "I've wanted to do this for so long, 
but I promised myself that I would wait until you were thirteen." Then 
he slipped down between my legs. "I'm going to kiss you to get you 
ready." 
    I figured I was about as ready as I was going to be. Even though 
it hurt, I felt the need to have him in there. But he started licking 
me, so I just gave in and let it feel good. He pushed his tongue into 
my hole, then pulled it out again. He rolled it around and around my 
button while he tried to open my hole with his fingers. With his other 
hand, he played with my back hole. Then he put both his hands under my 
ass and lifted me off the bed, pushing his mouth against me and 
sucking my button. I went off like a fire cracker, jerking in spasms 
that I had no control over. I was as hot as an oven and I needed him 
to fill me up. I lost control and started screaming, "Come on, Daddy, 
fuck me! Please, Daddy, please fuck me!" 
    I guess he had never heard that word from me and probably didn't 
know that I knew it, but I think that when I said, "Fuck me, Daddy," 
he lost control, too. He got up and took a jar of vaseline from the 
side of the bed. He spread some on his dick until it glistened, then 
he got back on top of me and took his dick in his hand. He led it to 
my hole, and began to push. 
    "Push back, honey," he moaned. "If you want Daddy to fuck you, 
push back." 
    Jack, I was as turned on as I'd ever been, but it HURT. Still, I 
pushed as much as I could, and tried to spread my legs wider so he 
could get his dick in. I spread them so far apart that I felt like I 
would split open but it still didn't go in. Daddy was breathing really 
hard, and I think I started to cry, but I was determined not to quit 
now. I was going to be a woman if it killed me. 
    He put his hands under my hips and jerked me hard up against his 
body. His dick rammed against my hole with all the force that we could 
manage. Then, I was screaming and crying as the pain went up through 
my lower stomach, pulsing and throbbing, and Daddy was moaning and 
gasping. He was INSIDE me. My Daddy had his dick INSIDE MY PUSSY, only 
my pussy was on fire. It was a sharp pain, Jack, and it was really 
bad. I didn't think I could stand it. I felt like he must have had his 
whole cock inside me, but to my amazement, he started sliding it 
further in. I knew then that I couldn't hold it all. I just wasn't big 
enough yet. 
    "Wait, Daddy!" I cried between gulps of air. "Please don't put it 
in any more; it hurts." I was crying, and he was sweating and puffing. 
Then I heard him take a deep breath, and I think he was trying to get 
control of himself, because he stopped pushing and started kissing me 
and playing with my hair. 
    "My brave little girl, my darling princess." Jack, he hadn't 
called me his princess in years, but it was my childhood name. The 
memories of it made me remember how much I loved my Daddy, and I tried 
to stop crying. 
    "Daddy," I gasped. "Just give me a minute to get used to it. It 
just feels like it's too big to go in me." 
    "Do you want me to take it out?" he whispered. I knew that was the 
last thing he wanted, but to tell you the truth, I did; the pain was 
still killing me. But I just couldn't ask him to do it after he had 
called me his princess again. I liked being my Daddy's princess. 
    "No," I answered. "Just let me get used to it." And really, after 
a while, the sharp throbbing pain stopped, and it was replaced by what 
I guess I'd call just a bad soreness. But it still felt like I had a 
telephone pole stuck up me. He didn't try to put it any further in, he 
just was kissing me and tickling my breasts, playing with my hair, and 
running his hands around my ass. Tickling my breasts turned me on 
again, in spite of the pain. He started sucking my nipples and rubbing 
his tongue over them, and I almost forgot the pain in my pussy because 
he was making my titties feel so good. 
    Finally, he put his hand down on my button and began to play with 
it. He was so gentle and so loving that gradually, the pain didn't 
matter so much anymore. Now my emotions were in real conflict. My 
pussy still hurt, but I felt like my pussy was doing what it was meant 
to do for the first time: It was holding my Daddy's dick inside me. I 
began to feel the needs of a woman, and I felt the need to have my 
Daddy's dick inside me. It began to build inside me, and I began to 
move my hips against him. It still hurt, but now I wanted more. I knew 
now what he meant about making me a woman. 
    I whispered into his ear, "Fuck me now, Daddy. Please Daddy, fuck 
your little princess." He put his hands on my ass and pulled me up to 
him so that it started to go deeper again. This time, the pleasure 
overcame the pain, and I wanted it. Oh, Jack, I really wanted it! 
    "Fuck me, Daddy," I said out loud, then, louder: "Come on, do it 
to me! I need it! Push it all the way in! Fuck me, Daddy, fuck your 
little girl!" 
    He was all the way inside now, I could tell because I could feel 
our bodies touching. It hurt like hell, but I now knew that I could do 
it, and I knew that I had never wanted anything in my life as much as 
I wanted my Daddy to make his dick cum inside me. He had explained to 
me a long time ago that I couldn't make a baby by sucking his juice, 
but I knew I could make one if he shot his juice in my pussy. If we 
hadn't been fucking, I would have cared; at that moment, I didn't. 
    He started thrusting in and out. He was trying to go slowly so he 
wouldn't hurt me, but he did hurt me. Still, Jack, there's a time when 
the pleasure makes the pain disappear and I was so turned on that I 
had reached that point. I was pushing back, trying to get my Daddy's 
dick as deep inside me as I could. I couldn't believe that he could 
get it all the way in, but he did, and I wanted it. It didn't feel 
like when he sucked me -- it was different -- but I liked the feeling. 
I NEEDED his dick inside me now. 
    Pretty soon, I could tell that Daddy was getting ready, because he 
started pushing in and out faster and faster. He was breathing hard 
now, gasping for breath, and I was, too. I kept trying to spread my 
legs further and further apart, and pushed up at him, it was almost a 
reflex now because I wanted it, but he was still doing most of the 
work. Then, suddenly, I could feel it getting bigger and jerking, and 
he rammed it all the way up inside me. I didn't know it until then, 
but he hadn't really put it all the way in until then. The pain 
returned, but Daddy was crying and moaning and I knew he was cumming 
inside me. I couldn't feel the juice, but I knew it was shooting out 
because he just held his dick all the way in, and stopped moving, and 
I could feel it jerking by itself inside my hole. Finally, he started 
to calm down and I knew it was over. I didn't cum that first time, but 
I was filled with love for my Daddy and as he settled down against me, 
I hugged him and kissed his cheek. To my surprise, his cheek was wet. 
He was crying. 
    "What's the matter, Daddy?" I whispered. 
    "Are you okay, princess?" 
    "Daddy, I'm fine -- I really am. I liked it; I really did." 
    Slowly, he slipped out of me and we just cuddled for a long time. 
After a while, I realized that Daddy had gone to sleep in my arms. I 
thought about slipping out and going to my bed, but instead, I stayed 
in his arms for a long time, thinking about being my Daddy's princess 
and the things that we had done. I really felt like a woman in those 
moments, and I wanted to fall asleep in my Daddy's arms. But I knew 
that my mother would be home before long, so I finally slipped away 
and into my room. He didn't wake up. 

    Ruthie's story of how she lost her virginity to her father on her 
thirteenth birthday had my emotions churning. I had never thought too 
much about child abuse, except when I read about it in the paper. 
Almost every day there are stories of grown men raping girls Ruthie's 
age, and even younger. I had always read them with a certain amount of 
emotional detachment; although I felt sorry for these children who 
were being abused, I really couldn't relate to it on a personal level. 
Now a whole new world had been opened to me. Here was an adult woman, 
willingly telling me that the same thing had happened to her and that 
she had actively participated in it and she had liked it. It made me 
wonder about Ruthie's psychological make-up. More than that, it made 
me wonder about how much more child abuse goes on unreported because 
the child doesn't consider it to be child abuse. Obviously, Ruthie 
didn't. 
    I cannot pretend to be able to project my mind into the thoughts 
of a young girl involved in a sexual relationship. I only can tell you 
that when Ruthie talked about her father, it was with no resentment 
and no regrets. It was only with love. I can also tell you that I was 
now fairly sure that I was in love with a very mixed up young girl. 
    Given Ruthie's pattern, I didn't' expect to hear from her again 
for a few days at least, and looked forward dejectedly to trying to 
gain satisfaction from one of the other girls I was dating. For once, 
I was wrong. About ten minutes after I got home from work the next 
day, the phone rang. 
    When I picked it up, Ruthie was on the other end. 
    "Jack, hi. I'm at County Hospital. Please come down here -- I need 
you. Please, Jack!" She was crying and running her words together. 
    I waited until she finished and said, "Ruthie, what happened?" 
    "My Daddy, Jack. He was in a wreck. Some drunk kid hit his car, 
and he was in a wreck. Oh God, Jack, please come down here. I need 
you. Please come right now!" She was obviously hysterical, A small 
detached part of me felt like I was making a guest appearance in one 
of the afternoon soap operas, but I was far too emotionally attached 
to Ruthie by now to do anything but go to her. She really sounded like 
she needed my help. 
    "Ruthie, I can be there in ten minutes. Is he hurt bad?" 
    "I don't know. Nobody will tell me anything. Please, Jack, if you 
care anything about me, come to me now." 
    I did, and I did. I found her sitting in the lobby of the second 
floor. When she saw me, she ran to me and molded herself to me. It was 
a great kiss, worth the trip. 
    "Oh, Jack," she finally said. "I'm so glad you came." 
    "How's he doing?" I asked, still trying to regain my composure 
from the intensity of her kiss. 
    "They finally came out and told me. It's not as bad as they 
thought. His neck is sprained, and his head was cut really bad, but 
that's the worst. The bad thing was that he lost a lot of blood 
because the damned ambulance took so long getting to him. Would you 
believe there was another wreck and they couldn't get through? Isn't 
that just ridiculous, he could have bled to death. Anyway, they say 
he'll be here four or five days, then he can come home." 
    I hate to sound selfish, but five days of Ruthie without her 
father's presence sounded mighty good to me. I didn't hate the old 
man, but I surely hadn't formed any attachment to him. He was my 
competitor for Ruthie. 
    "I feel a whole lot better now," she confided. "I thought he was 
going to die, Jack, I really kept thinking he was going to leave me 
and die. If he had died, I would have died, too." 
    That one scared me, but I made no comment, and let her go on. 
    "He's asleep now, Jack. I want to tell him goodnight, then I guess 
we can go." So we went down the hall and walked into the room. 
    The man who lay in the bed made an immediate impression upon me. 
He was large, and looked to be very virile, despite the tubes in his 
arms. Somehow, he reminded me of a sleeping lion. I thought I would 
feel revulsion, but what I really felt was a combination of envy and 
fear. Even in a hospital bed, this was a man to be reckoned with; I 
could tell. I wanted Ruthie for my own, but how could I compete with 
this man and the bond that had been forged between him and his 
daughter in all the years of their lives together? 
    Her goodbye was emotional, a combination of "I love you Daddy," 
kisses, and touching his body. He didn't stir. Whatever they had him 
on, he was really under; any normal man would have had to be almost 
dead to not respond to the way she was touching and kissing him. 
Finally she let go of his hand and turned to me. "Let's go to my 
place," she said, and I nodded. 
    Ruthie's mother had left home after she found out about her 
husband's relationship with her daughter (but that's later in the 
story), and no-one knew where she was, so we had the house to 
ourselves. 
    It was a huge two-story frame house with porches all around. The 
front porch on the second story was sagging. I'd followed Ruthie in my 
car, and as we entered the house, I felt her father's presence like a 
spirit, hovering around us. 
    Amazingly, Ruthie was fairly upbeat when we got home. I think she 
had been reassured by the doctors, and was satisfied that her father 
would be back soon. She gave me a tour of the place -- which almost 
qualified as a mansion, though a shabby one -- and we finally ended up 
in a bedroom on the second floor. Suddenly, she became very somber. 
    "This is our bed, Jack. This is the bed where we make love. It was 
where he slept with my mother, but it's where he makes love to me." 
Then: "Wherever I make love to you, Jack, it cannot be here. This bed 
is for Daddy and me." The unspoken resentment of her mother was coming 
out again, but I also took it as a challenge. I made a resolution that 
night: One day, Ruthie would come to me when I was in that bed. 
    Still, she sounded so serious, so fanatical, that I decided there 
was no point in discussing anything about that right now. Though I 
accepted it and it sometimes even turned me on, Ruthie's behavior with 
her father was still an unnatural obsession. My problem, as I said 
before, was that I also had an obsession for Ruthie that increased 
every time I was with her. I knew that soon, I'd be unable to keep 
from bringing it to Ruthie's attention that I wanted her for myself. 
But this wasn't the time, and we both stood in that room where so much 
had happened, thinking our own thoughts. 
    Finally, after several moments, she took my hand and said sweetly, 
"Let's go downstairs and have a drink." 
    Ruthie always can tell what a man wants. I've never figured out 
how. She didn't bring a drink; she brought a bottle, an ice bucket and 
two glasses. She also brought a pitcher of water, but I chose to drink 
my bourbon straight that night. 
    I already knew there would be no sex that night for me, but I sat 
on the couch, and Ruthie sat on the floor at my feet. As I played with 
her hair, she began again to tell me about her relationship with her 
father...

    After we did it that first night, I woke about five in the 
morning. Jack, I was sore, but I was so horny I couldn't stand it. I 
wanted to do it again. I got up, and tiptoed to my parents' room. My 
mom was home and they were both asleep. I looked at them in bed, and I 
think that that night was the first time I felt jealous and envious of 
my mother. She was in bed with my Daddy, and I wanted to be there 
instead. I won't say that I hated her, but I felt she was in the way, 
I guess. I saw that I couldn't get to him without waking her up, so I 
went back to bed. 
    The next morning, we were supposed to leave on our vacation. 
School was finally out and we were going to the beach. I had looked 
forward to it for weeks, but now the thought crossed my mind that I 
wished my mother wouldn't go. Of course, she did and we got a room in 
a real neat motel right by the water. My pussy was still sore, but I 
was trying to figure out how I could get my Daddy to make love to me 
again. It was all I could think about. 
    After dinner, I took a walk on the beach in my bathing suit. It 
was a two-piece, and I thought it showed me off pretty well. I 
probably walked for an hour and when I got back to the beach in front 
of the motel, Daddy was sitting on the sand waiting for me. It was 
almost dark. 
    "Hello, princess," he said. "Want to go for a swim?" 
    I had never been in after dark, but it was hot and, besides, I 
would be with my Daddy. "Okay," I said. He took my hand and led me 
down the beach. 
    The water felt good and we went out beyond the breakers. For a 
while we just played innocently, splashing and trying to dunk each 
other under the water. It grew dark and the moonlight on the waves was 
like a million little lights all around us. We floated and bobbed up 
and down with the motion of the water. I couldn't help but think of 
all the times my Daddy had played with me in the water like this when 
I was a little girl. He had always made our beach trips fun because he 
had always taken me way out in the water like this, even when I was 
really young. Only now we were out there alone after dark, and I was 
thinking about all the things that we had done together since the last 
time we had been in the water like this. 
    Jack, I felt such love for my Daddy right then, because when I was 
a little girl he made me so happy. Now that I was grown up, he was 
making me happy in a whole new way. 
    Finally, I started to get impatient with him and wanted him to 
play with me like a woman, but he anticipated me. He stopped kidding, 
and put his hands on my shoulders and I could feel him more than see 
him looking at me intently in the darkness. 
    "Ruthie," he said, very seriously. "I need to know what you feel 
about what happened last night." I didn't want to get into a long talk 
or analyze what had happened. I wanted my Daddy to put his dick inside 
me again. I decided I wouldn't answer him, but I reached up and took 
off the top of my bathing suit. The light from the moon allowed him to 
see my breasts as the shimmering water washed against them. It made me 
feel sexy just the way the water seemed to be playing with my breasts. 
It made me feel even sexier when I saw that Daddy was looking at them 
and I knew that he wanted to touch them. 
    He tried to speak again. "If you don't want to..." 
    I knew where he was going and I didn't want to have him talk about 
it, so I jumped up on him and clung to him and and stuck my tongue in 
his mouth as far as it would go. 
    Making love in the water was a whole new experience for me. Since 
then, I've always loved to do it in the water. I pulled Daddy's suit 
down, and he kicked it off. Then he pulled my pants down and they 
floated away. I reached for his dick. It was hard as a rock, and I 
felt him react as I touched it. He started running his hands all over 
my breasts. I was thrilled at his touch, Jack, because he was gentle 
but he was also insistent. He lifted me so my breasts were even with 
his mouth. He had his hands around my hips, and pulled my pussy 
against his stomach, and he began to make love to my breasts with his 
mouth. He sucked my nipples, one at a time, then he licked up and down 
between them. Then he ran his tongue around each nipple, teasing me 
and making me push my pussy up against him. I wanted him to touch my 
pussy and I knew I wanted him to put his dick back inside me. I was 
out of my mind with the need to feel my Daddy inside me. 
    Then he pushed me away and turned me around so my back was to him. 
He pulled me back up against him, and one hand went up to my breasts 
while the other went down to my pussy. I could feel his dick trying to 
find my back hole. Finally it did. He pushed just enough to make it 
feel good, not enough to hurt. But he played with my nipples with his 
fingers, squeezing one, then the other, cupping them in his hand and 
just running his hands all over them as we bobbed up and down to the 
movement of the waves. 
    His other hand was playing with my button and that was making me 
about to go crazy. He rubbed it fast for a while, then backed off. If 
he had kept it up, I would have cum right there in his arms, but every 
time I got close, he quit. It was frustrating, but it made me want him 
to do it to me even more. 
    Then Daddy did a new thing. He lowered his hand from my button to 
my hole. It was amazing, Jack, I could feel his fingers pulling my 
pussy open, then he surprised me by putting one finger inside of me. 
He started rotating his finger around inside my pussy and pushing it 
in and out, and another finger snuck up and started teasing my button 
again. His dick was still playing with my back hole, and his left hand 
was teasing my breasts until they felt swollen. 
    It was so romantic, Jack. The moon was out and it reflected on the 
waves while Daddy and I floated in the warm water. I felt like no girl 
in the world could possibly be as happy as I was at that moment, but 
my cum was beginning to build inside me, too, and it got stronger and 
stronger, and soon, I could no longer think about where we were 
because I only thought about what my Daddy was doing to me. It felt 
like Daddy and I were the only people in the world, that we were all 
alone and we could just do whatever we wanted to forever. 
    It didn't take long, Jack. I felt my cum starting, and my hips 
started to move, and it built and it built and I finally went off. My 
body went rigid, then started to spasm and I shook and jerked and it 
felt so good that I wanted it to keep going forever. I just let go and 
gave myself to the feelings that Daddy made me feel, and let the 
natural needs of my body have their way. I can't really express to you 
what I felt, but I knew then that I was hooked on what my Daddy was 
doing to me, and I would never do anything to stop him from continuing 
to do it to me. I loved him at that moment more than I ever had, and I 
wished we could stay like this, just the only two people in the world, 
making love all night in the water. 
    Finally my spasms stopped and I began to relax. But there was a 
need in me that hadn't been satisfied, despite the terrific cum I had 
just had. I wanted his dick in me. I knew he had turned me on so he 
could put his dick in me. He could have put it in anyway, but after 
what he had just done to me, I knew I had to have it in me again. It 
might hurt, but I didn't care at all. When he let me go, I swam away a 
few feet, then turned and came back to him. 
    I guess I knew he wanted to put it in me and I was in a silly 
mood, so I pressed against him and took his dick in my hand. 
    "Daddy, your dick is really hard," I teased. He didn't respond, so 
I stuck my tongue in his mouth and let him suck it for a little while. 
Then I backed away. "Daddy, do you want to fuck me? Do you want to 
stick your dick way up inside me and shoot your cum up my hole?" I was 
teasing him and I was enjoying it. "I'll tell you what, Daddy: If you 
can fuck me good enough to make me cum again, then I won't tell mom 
about what we're doing." 
    He laughed a big, friendly laugh at that. He knew I was bluffing, 
and he thought it was great. 
    "All right, young lady," he teased back. "Let's see if I really 
made a woman out of you last night." 
    He began to kiss my face, then our mouths met and joined and we 
sucked at each other. He took his dick in his hand, and began to rub 
it up and down my hole. I wanted it inside, but he was teasing me. He 
wouldn't put it in. He rubbed it against my button until I was afraid 
I would cum before he put it in, but then he backed off. 
    "Are you ready, princess?" he whispered, out of breath now. 
    "I've been ready for an hour," I responded. "Your little princess 
wants her Daddy up inside her. Please, Daddy, do it to me. Do me hard, 
Daddy, do it to me as hard as you want to." 
    As we moved together to begin to make love, the warm soft waves 
lifted us up and down, and when Daddy entered me this second time, 
there was almost no pain at all. This time there was only pleasure, a 
wonderful pleasure as my Daddy pushed his cock up inside me. This 
time, though, he wasn't as gentle as he had been last night. 
    He put his hands on my ass and he thrust in and out of me really 
deep. I was still sore from the night before, but I was so turned on 
that I didn't care. I felt only my need, my need to have my Daddy's 
dick inside me, all the way, and he felt the same need. In and out he 
went, and I was pushing against him, trying to get more of it in. I 
was so hot, Jack, and it just felt so good. I hadn't heard the 
expression about fucking a girl's brains out yet; that's what I wanted 
him to do to me that night. 
    I came first. When I felt it coming, I almost tried to block it 
out because it was so strong that I was scared of it. But I couldn't 
stop it. I built up to a point where I was just crazy for his dick and 
I pushed myself against him. I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me 
and every time he thrust, I whispered "Fuck...Fuck...Fuck...Fuck your 
Princess good, Daddy." When I started to cum, it was like I wanted his 
whole body inside me, not just his dick. I couldn't get it in far 
enough. And as I was cumming, he came, too. 
    Cumming together is the greatest thing on earth, Jack, but it was 
my first time and it was even better. I knew he was shooting in me, 
and I felt my pussy sucking hard on his dick. I'll never forget that 
night, Jack. It was the first time I came while he was inside me and 
it was complete fulfillment for me. Now you understand why I like 
making love in the water. 
    Daddy was lucky, he found his bathing suit. We looked for mine for 
a long time, but it was gone. We sneaked into the room. Thank 
goodness, my Mom didn't wake up. The next morning I told her I had put 
it out on the rail to dry and somebody had stolen it. She was really 
mad and told me I'd just have to go in without a suit on. Daddy just 
kept quiet, but he had a hard time not laughing. Later, Daddy and I 
went out and he picked out a new one for me. Believe it or not, I 
still have it, but it doesn't fit, of course." 

    I was starting to feel the bourbon, but my dick was pushing hard 
against my pants. I wanted her to take it out, but I was sure that 
Ruthie wouldn't want sex on a night when her father was seriously 
injured in the hospital so I made no move. 
    Instead, she made the move for me. 
    "Would you like for me to dance for you, Jack?" she asked 
suddenly. "My Daddy loves for me to dance for him. I'll dance for you 
if you want." 
    I wasn't sure what I was getting into here, in fact I was never 
sure about anything with Ruthie but I went along. 
    "Honey, I'd love it if you'd dance for me." 
    I sat down in a soft blue chair. Ruthie went to the stereo. She 
found a station that played soft rock and turned it way down low. Then 
she went around the room and turned off all the lights except the two 
electric candles over the stone fireplace. Those were on a dimmer 
switch and she turned them down so the room was bathed in shadows. 
Then she began to dance. 
    Ruthie had on a white blouse that buttoned up the front, a pale 
blue skirt and low heel white shoes. She kicked off the shoes, closed 
her eyes, and began to move with the music. I made myself a new drink 
and watched her move, thinking how lovely she looked in the shadows. 
Sometimes she wore her blond hair up, but tonight, she'd let it fall 
over her slim shoulders. She began to sway with the music, moving her 
hips, running her arms over and around herself, throwing her hair 
back, then flipping it forward so that her hair came cascading over 
her shoulders. 
    I sat in the chair, transfixed. It was absolutely the most 
sensuous thing I had ever seen. There was nothing obscene about 
Ruthie's dancing, and yet it was suggestive and provocative to the 
point that I couldn't take my eyes off her. She spun, she pranced, 
then she turned around and wriggled her sweet ass at me for a moment. 
When she turned to face me again, the white blouse was unbuttoned to 
her waist. She continued to sway to the music, but began to move 
forward and backward with her hips. Now I could feel that she was 
mimicking sex, because her hands went up to her breasts. She began to 
feel herself, running her hands over her breasts and pausing to play 
with her hard nipples. Her eyes were still closed and she appeared to 
be completely lost within herself. 
    Then a faster song came on and her hips responded to the beat. Now 
she was no longer moving fluidly; now she was jerking forward as if 
some invisible force was having sex with her. She began to moan and 
her hands started running over the front of her skirt. Quickly, she 
turned around again. When she turned to face me once more, the blue 
skirt was dropping to the floor and her bare feet stepped out of it. 
    I don't know if Ruthie ever wears underwear but she had on no 
panties that night. Her soft blond bush looked shiny and soft in the 
dim light from the electric candles. Her hand crept down her flat 
stomach until it finally reached her hair. She stretched out one long 
slim finger and, as I watched in fascination, she began to play with 
herself. As the music droned on, my Ruthie gently caressed her breasts 
with her left hand while her right hand teased her pussy and she ran 
her fingers up and down it. I drained my glass and glued my eyes on 
this crazy young girl who I was in love with. 
    The music changed again, and so did she. Now the beat was slow, 
and her body movements matched it. She took each breast in one hand. 
She played with them while she rotated and moved to the slow beat of 
the song. I was so far gone that I stood up, unbuckled my pants and 
let them drop to the floor. If Ruthie was going to do this to me, then 
I was going to enjoy it. I sat back down and took my dick in my right 
hand. I started rubbing up and down, masturbating to the movements of 
Ruthie's erotic dance. 
    As we played with ourselves while she danced, she suddenly began 
to move faster. Her right hand dropped to her pussy again. The beat 
was still slow, but Ruthie's movements were out of time with the beat. 
She was now totally engrossed in herself and her sexual feelings, and 
she had no idea that she was driving me out of my mind. 
    Suddenly she stopped dancing, stood still on the floor, but her 
left hand was all over her breasts while her right hand was moving in 
a frenzy on her pussy. Her hips were jutting forward and back, and I 
knew Ruthie was close to making herself cum. Then she started to moan. 
    "C'mon, Daddy," she moaned. "Fuck me harder. Harder. HARDER," she 
screamed. Now she was moving even faster, and her hands were going 
crazy all over her body. She started chanting in a low voice, "Make me 
cum, Daddy, make me cum, Daddy, make me cum, Daddy." Then she screamed 
loud enough that I was afraid the neighbors might hear, "Make me a 
baby, Daddy! Make a baby in your little princess!" 

    With that, I jerked my head up, suddenly very alert -- but at the 
same time, my dick out of control, shooting my hot cum all over my 
shirt. Ruthie went off, too, and I could see that she had her fingers 
deep inside her. Her hair was over the front of her face now, and her 
mouth was open. She was gasping for air, but her climax continued. 
"Make me another baby! Mama won't know this time," she moaned again as 
she moved, out of control. 
    I had finished my cum and was drained but I couldn't stop looking 
at Ruthie. Her head was bobbing back and forth, her hair was flying, 
and she was still cumming. Finally she seemed to slow down, but her 
eyes were still closed, and I heard her mutter under her breath as she 
ran her hand over her swollen nipples. "Make me another baby, Daddy. 
Mama can't stop us now." 
    Suddenly, her eyes opened and she looked around like she didn't 
know where she was. Then she saw me in the chair with my dick in my 
hand, and she came to me and knelt in front of the chair again. 
    "Oh, my lover, I'm so glad you're here," she whispered. "I love 
you, my beautiful lover." Suddenly, she leaned forward and my dick was 
in her mouth. Her long blond hair was falling over over my lap and her 
soft velvet mouth was pulling at me as if she wanted to suck my whole 
body into hers. 
    As turned on as I was, my head was swimming. I felt like I was out 
of control with Ruthie. She pulled at my dick with long strokes that I 
usually would have surrendered to and become lost in, but at that 
moment, there was only one thing that kept repeating itself again and 
again in my mind. I kept hearing Ruthie say, "Make me another baby, 
Daddy. Mama can't stop us this time." 

RUTHIE FOUR

    Ruthie and I were lying in bed. Her bed, of course, since she had 
made it plain that the bed in her father's room wasn't for me to use. 
After she had sucked me in the faded chair, we had come upstairs and 
taken off each other's clothes. I was so engrossed in what she had 
muttered while she was dancing ("Make me another baby, Daddy. Mama 
can't stop us this time") that I longed for some time and space to be 
alone to think, but I cared enough for Ruthie that I just couldn't 
walk out on her on a night when her father was hurt and in the 
hospital. I wasn't in the mood to make love, but she had made me cum 
in her mouth downstairs in the chair, and now she set about almost 
systematically to turn me on so that I would make love to her. I 
decided to put my thoughts on hold, and just enjoyed the things Ruthie 
did to me. We both came and she lay back happy, and was soon asleep. I 
don't know what it means but it was the first time in my life that I 
had ever been able to cum three times in less than two hours. 
    I was in no mood for sleep at all. I was fairly convinced about 
one thing. I thought that Ruthie had been so far gone when she was 
dancing that she wasn't aware that she had said anything about having 
a baby with her father. She hadn't mentioned it again the rest of the 
evening, and she hadn't acted like she had said anything wrong. I 
thought that tonight I might be at a crossroads with Ruthie. If the 
part about the baby was real, and if I accepted it and continued my 
relationship with her, then I knew that I might get so involved that I 
would lose all objectivity about her. After all, if you can accept 
that you love a girl who wants to have her father's baby, then you can 
accept anything that happens, and I wasn't sure I could accept that. I 
kept saying to myself "Jack, get out now, go home. This is too crazy, 
this is the time to get out." I guess I had already accepted the 
incest for a fact, but wanting to have her father's baby was so 
unnatural that I couldn't handle it on a conscious level. 
    But there was a problem. The light in the bathroom illuminated the 
bed and I turned and looked at the sleeping girl's face. She was so 
incredibly soft, so sweet, so young looking that I knew that I 
couldn't leave her. Deep down inside me, I knew I couldn't leave her, 
even if she wanted to have her father's baby. I would never accept 
that, but I knew that I would just put it aside and go on with Ruthie, 
because the truth was that I couldn't go on without her. In the moment 
that I gazed upon her sleeping face, I saw her as her Daddy must have 
seen her when she was thirteen years old. I felt a certain kinship 
with him in that moment. I knew that I was like him. I would do 
anything necessary to have Ruthie, and I knew she was worth it. In 
that moment, I accepted everything that she had told me, and might 
tell me in the future, because she was worth it. In that moment, I 
knew I really did love Ruthie. I also knew that at some time in the 
future, I would have to fight her father for her. Looking back now, I 
can almost laugh at how naive I was. 
    The next day, I went to work and Ruthie went to the hospital. I 
didn't get much work done. My mind was in a turmoil. Watching Ruthie 
sleep in the soft light of her bedroom, I could almost accept anything 
as long as I could be with her, but sitting at work and thinking about 
a daughter wanting to have her father's baby was a different matter. I 
thought about all the clues that Ruthie had unconsciously given me 
about herself, that if her father died, she would die, how she 
resented her mother, and how she treated their bed as a sacred object 
not to be touched. I told myself over and over that Ruthie was an 
emotionally disturbed woman who needed professional help. But another 
part of me argued that I was judging her with my own morality, and 
that hers was just different. I had truly never in my life met a more 
basically happy person than Ruthie was. She seemed not "immoral," but 
"amoral," as if none of the rules applied to her. She had accepted 
herself for what she was. I was judging her by my rules and her rules 
weren't the same. 
    Still, I couldn't get past the baby. I just couldn't handle it. I 
finally decided I'd go home that night and try to straighten things 
out in my mind. And I was going to do that, too, but as I headed home, 
the image of her sleeping form appeared before me again. If Ruthie 
were a witch, she couldn't have had more control over me. I turned up 
her street, parked the car, and went up and sat on the porch to wait 
for her. 
    She had told me she would be home to fix my dinner. Sure enough, a 
minute later she drove up behind my car. I could see from the way she 
jumped out of the car that she was in a good mood. She bounced up the 
walkway and plopped down in a white wicker chair beside me. 
    "Well," she smiled, putting her hand on my knee and rubbing me 
softly. 
    "Well what?" I responded, waiting for her cue. 
    "He's lots better, Jack. He talked to me today, and I think he'll 
be out of that place sooner than they think." I couldn't exactly jump 
for joy, so I said nothing. Ruthie had on a black dress, and low heel 
white shoes. She had a silver pendant shaped like a heart around her 
neck and it hung down into the valley between her breasts. Her blond 
hair and white skin against the black dress made her look like a pale 
goddess and I was immediately lost in the sensuousness of her 
incredible body. Her breasts filled the dress like they wanted to pop 
out and gain their freedom. I couldn't help it -- I was getting turned 
on just looking at her in that dress. She smiled at me and said in a 
demure voice, "What would my lover like to eat?" 
    She knew only too well what I wanted to eat. I wanted to taste her 
wetness on my tongue, to slide my tongue inside her wet hole, and then 
tongue her to ecstasy as she had done to me so often in the last few 
days. I had decided not to mention the part about the baby -- yet. 
After all, Ruthie was telling her own story in her own time, and I 
guessed she would get to that part of the story when she was ready. 
She stood up and took my hand. She didn't speak but she led me through 
the front door and up the stairs. My morality couldn't fight the sight 
of Ruthie in that dress, so I followed like a young boy hoping for a 
reward. As usual, I got it. 
    Inside her bedroom, Ruthie turned to me and her mouth found mine. 
Her lips crushed mine, her tongue slipped into my mouth, and she took 
her long blonde hair in her hands and began to wrap it around my head. 
My hands were running up and down the sides of her body, such a tiny, 
slim body, but firm and strong. Then I just wrapped my arms around her 
as she played with her hair, and my kiss was full of love and want and 
sex and desire. I opened up and gave myself to her, no longer caring 
about anything but the beautiful young girl in my arms. All 
objectivity was gone. 
    Finally, we broke the kiss, each out of breath from the strength 
of its passion. Then Ruthie smiled her wisp of a smile that made me 
know that something new was probably coming. 
    "Would you like to see my baby book, Jack?" she said, her eyes 
full of laughter. She had caught me off guard again. It wasn't what I 
wanted to do right then at all, but I had learned that with Ruthie, if 
you just went along, then you might get surprised. 
    "Sure, Ruthie," I answered. "I'd like that very much." But instead 
of getting it, she began to take my clothes off. She removed my tie 
and my shirt. Then she played with my nipples with her tongue. Finally 
her hands found my belt buckle, and she opened it, smoothly dropping 
my pants to the floor. I wanted her to take my dick in her hand, but 
she suddenly skipped away. 
    "Why don't you pull down the covers and get comfortable, and I'll 
go get my book." I followed her instructions while she went to her 
closet. She had kicked off her shoes and she stood on her toes to pull 
down a gray volume almost an inch thick. She returned to the bed, got 
in, and snuggled up beside me. She was still fully dressed. 
    "Do you really want to see my baby book, Jack?" 
    I felt like I was being teased -- and I was -- but I went along: 
"Okay, Ruthie, let's have a look." 
    She opened the book to the first page and I drew in my breath. The 
caption in black letters said, "Ruthie 12 Years Old" and there she 
was. A miniature Ruthie stared at me from the page, a promise of what 
she would become. I could see the likeness, but the innocence of that 
younger Ruthie turned me on even though it had reawakened my sense of 
morality. Twelve-year-old Ruthie was a tiny little princess, a fairy-
like creature, beautiful beyond belief. The young child that stared 
into the camera like a tiny angel. 
    She was also totally naked. 
    My emotions were mesmerized but at the same time, part of my mind 
was whispering, "Jack, he took pictures of her." Thoughts of child 
abuse returned but were overwhelmed by the picture before me. Her 
breasts were incredibly tiny, but her nipples were already formed. Her 
waist looked like I could have put my hands around it, but her pussy 
was what captured my attention. There was a blonde fuzz around it, but 
it was almost bare. This was the pussy that she had told me her father 
had licked. Looking at that picture, I could relive all the things her 
father had done to her when she was twelve. She was a miniature 
goddess, I thought. No wonder he hadn't been able to keep his hands 
off her. But another part of me kept thinking how he had taken 
advantage of her; here was proof for all to see. 
    Ruthie ran her hand across my chest. "What do you think of me, 
Jack?" she asked. 
    I had lost my composure and I sputtered out, "He took pictures of 
you?" 
    She giggled. "Oh, Jack. It was my idea. I asked him to do it. I 
wanted him to remember me the way I was. I got so turned on posing for 
those pictures, Jack. It still turns me on to look at them." 
    Once again, I was left with nothing to say. It had been Ruthie's 
idea! When I thought about it, I really wasn't so surprised after all. 
    "We had an old Polaroid camera, and I wanted him to take my 
picture. I wish they had had VCRs back then. We got one later, and 
sometime, I'll give you a real show. I have one of me dancing for 
Daddy when I was sixteen." She paused for a moment. "I took some of 
him, too, but they're in another book. Want to see them?" she teased, 
kissing my stomach. Then she got serious again. "Sometimes I pull out 
this book and Daddy looks at the pictures while I play with him. Why 
don't we do that?" And then, she slipped down in the bed and began to 
play with my dick. It was such a turn-on that I couldn't resist, 
because I wanted to see the rest of the pictures. I couldn't help 
myself, I wanted to see them all. 
    I turned the page. There were more "Ruthie 12 Years Old" pictures 
and I stared at the pages, devouring the intense sexiness of the young 
girl that Ruthie had been. She certainly wasn't shy in those pictures. 
Even at her age, she had known just exactly how to strike a pose that 
was provocative but also kept her sweet innocence. Twelve or not, 
everything about it was Ruthie, from her miniature breasts to her tiny 
feet. I began to turn more pages. Ruthie had softly slipped my dick 
into her mouth but she wasn't sucking as much as she was just letting 
it rest there, feeling good, while I turned myself on with her 
pictures. 
    I turned more pages. Here was Ruthie at 13, in what looked to be 
one of her father's shirts, and nothing else. Barefooted with those 
long legs, skinny like a young colt but graceful even so. Her breasts 
looked more developed now, pushing against the shirt. There were many 
more shots of her thirteen-year-old body, and most of them were naked. 
Her breasts were getting bigger and I was transfixed by the evolution 
from the first picture to the later ones, watching her body grow into 
womanhood. 
    There was one where she was lying on a rug in front of the 
fireplace. She was on her stomach with her legs bent at the knees so 
her feet stuck up into the air. In front, she was up on her elbows, 
and her little breasts were hanging down, making them look bigger than 
they were. The smile on her face just seemed to jump right out of the 
picture and say, "Come and get me." There was nothing in these 
pictures that suggested child abuse at all. I still couldn't find it 
in my heart to approve of what Ruthie's father had done to her when 
she was young and vulnerable, but I will say this: 
    I'm not really sure that I ever met a woman who was happier about 
herself and about her life than grownup Ruthie. These pictures seemed 
to suggest that the child that Ruthie had been was just as comfortable 
with herself, even at 13. There she was, and by then she was no longer 
a virgin. The girl in that picture was having sex with her father, and 
posing so he could photograph her. I stared at the picture of that 
child by the fireplace for a very long time while the woman that she 
had grown into held my dick in her mouth. I had to admit to myself 
that if I been presented with the real Ruthie at age 13 in a pose like 
that, I don't think I could have kept my hands off her, either. 
    I turned the page. Ruthie was beginning to apply more pressure to 
my swollen dick as I looked into the book. This picture was a 
graduation day from Junior High School, and Ruthie had on a pale pink 
dress. It was the first picture in the book where she was fully 
clothed. In its own way, it was as sexy as all the rest. Her eyes were 
sparkling, the light was dancing on her hair. This wasn't a black and 
white Polaroid, but if I could show off one picture that epitomized 
Ruthie, this would be the one. There was the innocence of a 14-year-
old child but there was also an underlying feeling of the maturity of 
a young woman who had been through all the experiences that she and 
her father had been through together. I have never seen a picture of 
any girl or woman that was so innocent yet as sensuous as this one. I 
understood why he had put it in the book. 
    More pictures of Ruthie at fourteen followed, most of them naked. 
It seemed like she was trying to strike poses to intentionally turn 
her father on now. She was being more overtly sexual here. I wondered 
if it was her idea or his. Knowing Ruthie, I decided it was probably 
hers. Here was one of her naked on the bed in their room. Her legs 
were spread and she had her hand between her legs. Her finger was 
playing with what she still called her button. She wasn't faking it, 
either. The look on her face said Ruthie was turning herself on. I 
guessed that not long after that picture was taken, Daddy had dropped 
the camera and joined his daughter in bed. Ruthie at 14 was a sexually 
mature woman inside the body of a child. She knew all the tricks that 
women know, she was an experienced lover, and her body was just 
beginning to ripen into a young woman. I wanted to make love to the 
fourteen-year-old girl in the picture. 
    Other pictures of Ruthie at fourteen showed her body continuing to 
round out and develop. If she ever had any baby fat, it was gone long 
before these pictures started. Each was a study in perfection. Some 
were overtly pornographic, others would have qualified as art if they 
had been taken with a better camera. I couldn't believe how many of 
them there were, I couldn't see how they'd had the time to have so 
much sex, and take all these pictures, too. Obviously, they spent most 
of their time together in their sex games. 
    Ruthie's mouth began to pull at me more insistently now. I'd been 
trying to hold back my cum to look at the pictures, but as page after 
page of naked little Ruthie turned on my eyes and the real Ruthie 
turned on the rest of me, I could finally hold back no longer. I 
stared at a picture of her on the bed. The covers were in disarray, 
and Ruthie's hair was all over her face. She had a satisfied look that 
told me what her father had just finished doing to her. That one sent 
me off, and I exploded into her mouth while fantasizing about the 
fourteen-year-old in the picture. In a few minutes, we were both 
satisfied, she in her picture and I with my dick in the mouth of the 
woman she had become. 
    Ruthie finally took her mouth off me, and gently took the book 
from my hands. I didn't want to see it go, but she was in control, as 
usual. I lay, exhausted, as she returned it to its place in the 
closet. Then she turned and approached the bed. 
    "Was I pretty when I was a little girl?" she teased. 
    "Honey, you were beautiful." That was a totally inadequate answer 
but I couldn't find words to tell her how much I had been turned on by 
that book. 
    "That's what Daddy likes to do sometimes. Just look at the 
pictures while I suck him." She began to take off her clothes as she 
spoke, unaware that even the simple act of undressing was with her an 
art that made a man want to attack her. It came naturally to her, but 
everything she did was sexy. If she had been like that at twelve, it 
was no wonder that her father had been unable not to try out his young 
daughter. 
    She was naked and beautiful now. I wanted to make love to her but 
I was too tired. Of course, she already knew that. She always knew 
everything. 
    "Why don't you turn over and I'll give you a special back 
massage," she suggested. Nothing in the world could have sounded 
better at that moment. I flipped over and Ruthie straddled me. I could 
feel her pussy against my ass and it was a warm, comfortable feeling. 
As you might expect, Ruthie's massages were as good as everything else 
she did for her men. I felt my whole body relaxing as she moved her 
expert fingers. I would have probably gone to sleep, except that as 
she rubbed my back, she began to talk about her father again. 

    After that trip to the beach, Jack, Daddy started giving me birth 
control pills. I have no idea where he got them and at that time, I 
didn't know enough about them to ask. He just told me to take one 
every day like it said, and not to forget, and most of all, to put 
them somewhere where my mother wouldn't find them. I kept them in an 
old shoe in the back of my closet and she never did find them. Daddy 
had explained about my period, and I waited for it. When it seemed to 
be a little late, I didn't say anything, but I was kind of scared. It 
didn't seem possible that we had made a baby in the few times we had 
done it. I thought some about what having a baby would be like. It 
would sure change our lives. I started getting really scared. Then, 
finally my period started and I felt okay again. It was only the sixth 
one I'd ever had, but it was the first one I'd looked forward to. 
    We made love every chance we got, Jack. He wanted to and you know 
I wanted to. As long as mother worked the late shift, it was easy. 
When she worked the day shift, it was harder. Daddy had a shop behind 
the garage where he fixed things up. Sometimes when my mother was home 
at night, he would go out there. I used to sneak out there with him. 
He had a bench that was just the right height for me to sit on and I 
spread my legs apart and he could just walk right up and slip his dick 
into me. I would wrap my legs around his hips while he pushed it in 
and out of me, and he would unbutton my shirt and play with my 
titties. Jack, I spent a lot of time on that bench. The place where I 
sat is still stained. He had a lock on the door in case my Mom ever 
came out, but she never did. 
    My Daddy is such an incredible lover, Jack. He taught me all the 
things that a man wants from a girl and I was happy to please him, 
because I knew that he loved me and appreciated everything I did. I 
was careful to learn everything he taught me because I wanted him to 
feel as good as he made me feel. 
    There's not too much to tell about the next couple of years. As I 
said before, we tried to do it every night, whether mother was home or 
not. Some nights when she was, he would even sneak out of their 
bedroom after she was asleep and come into my bedroom. Even if I was 
asleep, I always woke up when Daddy came in. Whatever he wanted me to 
do, I loved doing it. 
    Mom never suspected anything. To her, I was the ideal daughter. I 
never stayed out late, never went around with boys, just usually 
stayed home and did my homework. She didn't know that I lay awake late 
at night waiting for Daddy to come to me and do the things he did to 
me until I choked to keep from screaming and waking her up. 

    She paused for a little while, continuing to massage my back with 
her talented hands. I was relaxed to the point that I was dozing off 
but she suddenly started talking again about he experiences and the 
subject woke me up. 

    The only time I did go out was when I went to some pyjama parties. 
At first I enjoyed them but after a while I didn't because the girls 
were silly. They teased each other about sex. I acted like I didn't 
know what they were talking about. Then they started teasing me 
because I was so naive, so I quit going. They really didn't know 
anything about it at all. I think they were all virgins, but you 
should have heard them go on and on about it! 
    Still, there was this one girl in my class named Jennifer who I 
really got to like. One day we had planned for her to sleep over. My 
Mom was working the late shift, but Daddy was home. About ten o'clock 
we put on our pajamas. Jennifer was a lot more developed than I was, 
and she looked older than I did. She was prettier, too. She heard the 
TV going in Daddy's room and she wanted to go in there. I didn't want 
her to go in but she just went, so I had to follow her. When we got 
there, Jennifer sat on the bed beside Daddy. She had unbuttoned the 
top button on her PJs and was trying to show off to him. I didn't like 
it but I didn't know what to do about it. I knew Jennifer was really 
sexy and I couldn't believe that she was sitting there trying to turn 
my Daddy on while I was there too. She said things to tease him and 
she laughed at everything he said, but he was really just laughing at 
her. 
    Jack, he didn't respond to her at all. She kept teasing him and 
she touched him and I could see that she was trying to get him going, 
but he just kept laughing at her and talking to me. It really made me 
love my Daddy that he wouldn't play with Jennifer, but I wished she 
would go home. Finally, she seemed to give up and said she was getting 
tired and wanted to go to bed. I was so proud of him, Jack. I don't 
know what she would have done if he had responded to her, but he just 
laughed at her as if she was a child. 
    When we went back to my room and got in bed, she said she wasn't 
sleepy at all. Would you believe she pulled down her pyjama pants and 
started playing with herself? I didn't know what to do so I just lay 
there. Then she asked me if I had ever touched myself down there. I 
said I didn't know what she was talking about. She started begging me 
to take off my clothes, Jack, she really did. She started talking real 
sexy and she asked me if I would let her play with my titties and she 
wanted me to play with hers. She actually started feeling me up but I 
told her I was too scared. She really pleaded with me, she said she 
wanted to lick me all over, but I wouldn't let her do it and finally 
she got real mad and turned her back to me. Still, I could feel the 
bed moving and I knew she was rubbing herself. 
    I thought maybe she was thinking about my Daddy and I just really 
wished that she would get up and go home. After that night, I don't 
have to tell you that I didn't like Jennifer anymore, and she never 
came over again. I never got to be real friends with another girl at 
my school.
 
    I was starting to get turned on again thinking about Ruthie and 
Jennifer in bed together. It was a sign that Ruthie was either 
corrupting me or was expanding my sexual awareness. I had actually 
been hoping that she was about to describe a wild sex scene between 
two teenage girls. It crossed my mind that I was beginning to think 
like her old man. I was actually disappointed that Ruthie hadn't told 
me that she had responded to Jennifer's touch and made love with her 
little friend. I was obvious even to me that Ruthie was changing me. 
For better or for worse, she was certainly changing me. She just kept 
massaging me and went to. 

    After that night with Jennifer, I thought that I would never make 
any real friends at school. I was almost sixteen years old and really 
my only friend was my Daddy. I'm not saying that it wasn't enough, 
Jack, but I was starting to wish that I could meet someone my own age 
who wasn't either too silly to talk to or too weird for me to handle. 
    Right before my sixteenth birthday, I met Robert. His parents had 
just moved into the neighborhood, so he didn't know anybody. He was a 
year older than me and he was really good looking. I didn't come on to 
him at all, Jack, but he came on to me. He started by sitting beside 
me on the bus and talking to me. Then he asked me to eat my lunch with 
him. Finally one day, he asked me out. 
    I didn't know what to do, Jack. I hadn't told Daddy about Robert 
yet and I felt like I would be cheating on him if I went out with 
another boy, but I really wanted to go. It wasn't sex or anything like 
that, I just wanted to talk to somebody my own age and I felt like I 
could trust Robert. 
    That night my Mom wasn't home and Daddy and I went to bed right 
after dinner. I was really turned on by the things Daddy did to me, 
just as I always was. But once, when he put his tongue up in my hole, 
I started dreaming for just a moment about what it would feel like if 
Robert had his tongue inside me. I turned off that thought real quick 
and I sucked Daddy extra long that night. He was really hot when he 
finally put his dick inside me and it didn't take either of us very 
long to cum. I thought only of my Daddy while he was inside, me but 
afterwards while we cuddled, I decided I would mention Robert and see 
how he reacted. 
    I was lying with my back to Daddy. He had his right arm around me 
and he was playing with my breasts but we were just in a relaxed mood 
after having such good sex together. Finally I decided to go for it, 
so I started off. 
    "Daddy," I whispered, "there's a boy at school who wants to take 
me out Friday night." Daddy's hand froze on my left breast and I knew 
that I had done the wrong thing. 
    "Turn around, honey," he said. I was scared now but I turned him 
and faced him. I could feel him looking inside my eyes. It felt like 
he was looking right into the thoughts in my head. Finally he spoke. 
    "Is he a nice boy, Ruthie?" That wasn't at all what I had expected 
but I just nodded. Then he pulled me close to him and began to play 
with my hair. 
    "Sweetheart, if you want to go out with him, then go. I don't want 
you to feel like you can't have friends your own age or boyfriends, 
either." He was silent for a minute then he said something that really 
scared me. "Ruthie," he said, still looking into my eyes. "There is a 
time for everything to happen. There was a time for us and it was 
good. If this is the time for you to stop what we have been doing, 
then this is the time. I never want to come between you and what your 
life will be, sweetheart. I just want you to know that I will always 
love you no matter what." 
    Then I was crying and hugging my Daddy and begging him to 
understand that I only wanted him, no one else. I tried to go down and 
put him in my mouth to show him but he wouldn't let me do it. He 
didn't say a word but he just held me in his arms. I felt so protected 
and safe that I swore that I would never mention Robert again. I just 
kept crying and whispering, "I love you, Daddy" and he just kept 
holding me. I must have finally gone to sleep in his arms because I 
awoke, he was carrying me to bed. 
    He put me down gently and he kissed me. There was no sex in the 
kiss, just a fatherly kiss full of love. But I grabbed his neck and 
pulled him to me. The kiss changed to the kind I wanted, but when we 
parted, he whispered, "There is a time for everything, Ruthie, and you 
will know when it comes." I cried myself to sleep. 
    But after school the next day when we got off the bus, Robert 
asked me to take a walk with him, and I did. We talked about all kinds 
of things and I really began to like Robert a whole lot. Finally we 
got back home. It was still light but on my front porch he kissed me 
on the cheek and told me he had really enjoyed talking to me. I didn't 
kiss him back, Jack, but I wanted to. 
    Mama was home that night. For a long time after we went to bed, I 
lay awake waiting for Daddy. He didn't come. Of course, he didn't come 
too often when my Mom was home, but I needed him to come tonight. He 
had really scared me when he talked about it being time for me to find 
someone else. That's not what I had meant at all. I think that if he 
had come to my room that night, then all the stuff with Robert 
wouldn't have happened. But he didn't come. After a while I started 
thinking about Robert. He was really good looking and he wasn't silly 
at all. He was interesting to talk to. I felt guilty about it but that 
night I played with myself and dreamed about Robert making love to me 
instead of Daddy. I didn't get to sleep until very late. 
    The next day was Friday, and I was supposed to go out with Robert 
that night. I didn't know what to do. I felt like I was cheating on 
Daddy but I really wanted to go out with Robert. I was so upset that I 
cut my last class and walked home from school, trying to think things 
out. 
    Daddy wasn't home yet so I started dinner. Robert had told me that 
he would be there about seven-thirty. I really didn't know if I was 
going to go or not. I didn't know what was right for me to do. 
    I didn't hear Daddy come in. I was at the sink and he snuck up 
behind me and kissed my ear. My hands were wet but I turned around and 
grabbed him. I gave him my very best kiss and he returned it -- but he 
didn't go any further. He finally backed off and turned away from me 
so I couldn't look at him. He played with something in the 
refrigerator. Finally he spoke. 
    "So, honey, are you excited about your first real date?" He 
sounded lighthearted, but then he turned and looked at me. I thought I 
saw pain in his eyes for a moment, but if I did, it was gone in an 
instant. Then he laughed and grabbed me in his arms. 
    "Ruthie, go on and have a good time, sweetheart. What time is he 
coming for you?" 
    For once I was disappointed in him. I wanted him to tell me that 
he didn't want me to go and to pick me up in his arms and carry me to 
bed and undress me. To be truthful, I was mad at him right then. 
    "Seven-thirty," I said. We didn't talk to much at dinner. I was 
too upset to talk. It still would have taken only one word from Daddy 
for me to run to the telephone and tell Robert I couldn't go. He 
didn't mention it any more. Finally I that decided that if Daddy 
didn't care if I went, then I would just go. 
    I was still mad at Daddy so I went up and put on a short skirt and 
a blouse that was too small for me. Daddy noticed what I had on but he 
didn't say a word. It really hurt me because I still wanted him to 
stop me, Jack. If he had said anything I would have let him carry me 
up to bed and forget Robert. He just smiled at me and said, "Hope you 
have fun, honey." 
    Robert was taking me to the mall to a movie. At first I was kind 
of quiet but he talked so easily that soon I was having fun. The movie 
wasn't very good but about halfway through it, Robert put his arm 
around me. I was enjoying being with him, so I put my head on his 
shoulder. I took his hand and held it against my shoulder. Then I 
thought about how mean Daddy had been to me that night. I held Jack's 
hand harder and pulled it down over my right breast. 
    For the rest of the movie, he played with my breast. Neither of us 
was watching the movie at all. I was mixing up Daddy and Robert in my 
mind, but I liked the feel of his hand on my breast. Finally the show 
was over and we left and went to his car. 
    As soon as we got in, Robert started kissing me right in the 
parking lot. I was totally mixed up about Daddy and Robert, and I was 
also self-conscious because there were lots of lights in the parking 
lot. But I liked Robert's kisses. Finally I whispered, "Can't we go 
somewhere where it's a little bit darker?" 
    He started gushing out apologies and started the car. Part of me 
wanted to tell him to take me home but a stronger part waited to see 
what he would do. He found a dark spot, alright -- a parking lot 
behind a church three blocks from where I lived. We would never be 
found back there and there were no lights at all. 
    Now I was scared. The car was a big Buick with a bench front seat 
so there was nothing between us but space. Robert turned the car off 
and cut the lights. Then there was no space and he was all over me. He 
was a really good kisser and pretty soon I forgot that I was cheating 
on Daddy and gave in to his kisses. I wanted him to feel me but he 
didn't, so I finally pulled his hand back up to my breasts. 
    He wasn't as good at feeling breasts as he was at kissing. He was 
a little rough with me and he hurt me a little but I let him go 
anyway. Finally I reached up and unbuttoned my blouse because it 
didn't seem like he was going to. When he put his mouth on my nipples, 
my thoughts returned for a moment to my Daddy, but I was still mad at 
him so I let Robert do what he wanted. 
    It was pretty easy to tell that Robert hadn't kissed too many 
girls' breasts, but he was a fast learner. I could feel myself getting 
wet between my legs and I reached for his pants. I undid the belt and 
zipper and then his dick was in my hands. I had never held a dick 
except my Daddy's and it felt really strange, but I liked it. Robert 
was smaller than Daddy but he seemed to be so turned on by what I was 
doing that it made me feel sexy. I could tell by then that I'd had a 
whole lot more experience at sex than Robert had. He was so eager that 
I even thought it might be his first time. Even that was exciting. I 
was like Daddy had been with me when I was 13, only this time I would 
be the teacher. 
    As we played with each other in the dark I was still detached 
enough to be able to think. "Ruthie," I said to myself, "he wants to 
go all the way if you guide him into it." My mind kept switching from 
Daddy to Robert and back again, but I was too turned on to quit now so 
I decided that I would go on with it to the end. 
    I pushed Robert away for a minute. He started to protest but then 
he saw that I was slipping my panties off and he stopped protesting. I 
pulled him back to me and he got down on the floor of my seat. He had 
dropped his pants and I grabbed his dick. I pushed myself forward on 
the seat and I moved his dick towards me. He was letting me do most of 
it now. I rubbed his dick against my button for a while, then I guided 
it to my hole and pulled him forward and he was inside me. 
    I knew for sure now that this was Robert's first time. He had no 
idea what to do. But I was turned on and I needed to be fucked. I put 
my hands on his ass and started to pull him inside me farther. Finally 
his natural instincts took over and he began to fuck me back. 
    It wasn't very good but I was turned on, so I didn't care. I 
pulled at him so he'd go farther inside me. He was grabbing my titties 
and doing the best he could with his dick, but we just weren't in 
rhythm with each other. I suddenly saw my Daddy's face in my 
imagination. In an instant, it was my Daddy making love to me instead 
of Robert. I began to direct things more, and it started feeling 
better. Now Daddy was making me feel good at last. His dick was inside 
me where it belonged. I was getting hot and I was whispering "Yes, 
yes, yes, push." Then I was out of control and I was pushing back and 
screaming. I could feel the dick inside me and I knew it was about to 
shoot. I lay my head back against the seat and I cried out, "Fuck me 
good, Daddy. Cum inside me and make your princess cum, too." 
    When I said that, Robert shot off and went out of control, but I 
was jerked back to reality when I realized what I'd said. As I 
finished my cum and Robert started his, all I could think was, "Oh 
shit. I called him 'Daddy.' I hope he was too turned on to hear it." 

RUTHIE FIVE

    Ruthie was still massaging my back, and she continued her story. 

    Robert was quiet on the short drive to my house. He pulled up and 
stopped in front of the walkway. He turned to look at me. 
    He didn't say anything but he just looked. Finally he moved over 
and tried to grab me again but I was in no mood. I knew he had heard 
me call my Daddy's name when I was cumming and I was scared. I backed 
away. 
    He finally spoke. "Ruthie," he said quietly. "You do this with 
your father, don't you?" 
    I panicked, Jack. I jumped out of the car and ran up the walkway. 
Robert gunned his engine and laid rubber taking off from my house. He 
went around the corner but I could see his house. I sat down in the 
wicker chair and pretty soon Robert came around again, parked his car 
and went into his house. 
    "Oh, Ruthie," I said to myself as I sat in the chair. "What have 
you done?" I sat for a long time in the that chair but finally I went 
into the house. All the lights were off except the hall light. My mom 
wasn't due for about four hours. I kicked off my shoes and tiptoed 
upstairs. I stood outside my Daddy's room for a long time, listening. 
I didn't hear anything at all so I finally went to my room and took 
off my clothes. I got into bed and just lay there. 
    After a while I started crying. It was over with Daddy and me; I 
knew that. For some reason of his own, he had wanted me to go out with 
Robert and he didn't want me anymore. I cried into my pillow in the 
darkness and felt lonely for the first time in my life. 
    I was so wrapped up in myself that I didn't hear a thing. I just 
suddenly felt my Daddy in my bed and his arms went around me. I was so 
glad to see him that I turned around and hugged him like I would never 
let go. I was still crying and he was naked, and I just buried my head 
in his big chest and cried until I was out of breath and my eyes hurt. 
He just held me and let me go on and when I finally quieted down a 
little bit, he began to play with my hair. 
    "Did you have sex with Robert tonight?" he whispered. I nodded, 
ashamed of myself. He didn't react, he just was very still. Finally he 
spoke. "It wasn't as good as ours, was it?" 
    Then I was crying again and rubbing up against him. My words 
tumbled out and I was telling him how much I loved him and that he 
shouldn't have let me go out. Then he spoke again. "Ruthie, you 
learned something tonight. I knew you needed to, so I let you go on. 
You were mad at me, weren't you?" I nodded, still crying. He 
continued. "This wasn't the night. But there will come a night, and 
when it comes, you will know it. There is a time for everything, 
Ruthie, and your time will come." 
    I thought he was still talking about Robert and I couldn't take it 
anymore. Daddy was already naked so I just slipped down in the bed and 
grabbed his dick with my mouth. It was hard as always and I was so 
happy to have him in my mouth again. All my anger was gone. 
    We were still making love when my Mom got home and he had to 
quickly sneak back to their bedroom before she got upstairs. We had 
wanted each other so much that we had forgotten about the time. But I 
also hadn't had any chance to tell him about Robert. 
    You better believe I told him the next morning. He was in the shop 
and I found him and just blurted out the whole thing. "I couldn't help 
it, Daddy," I finished up. "He wasn't very good and I just started 
thinking about us and then it was you there instead of him. I just 
screamed it out." 
    He had listened in silence, but he listened very carefully. When I 
finished, he let out a long breath and we just stood there and looked 
at each other. Finally he spoke. 
    "Sweetheart, you may not know it, but very often fathers and 
daughters have sexual fantasies about each other. I don't know how 
often they do what we do together, but I know it happens. What you 
need to do is talk to Robert and tell him that it was just a fantasy." 
    "Daddy, he won't believe me!" I cried. "He could tell that it was 
true." 
    Daddy still didn't seem too upset. "Let me ask you a question 
honey: Do you want to go out with him again?" 
    I just shook my head back and forth. "I could never go out with 
him after last night. I don't want to see him at all." 
    He persisted. "Honey, you'll have to see him. You need to explain. 
Now answer my question: Do you really deep down inside want to go out 
with him again?" 
    There was no hesitation: "No, I don't. I really don't." And I 
really didn't. Robert had cured me for good about boys my age. As a 
lover he was worthless and I knew that after last night, we could 
never be just friends again because we would always have that night 
between us. 
    Daddy wanted me to go over to his house and explain it to him 
right then. He said it was important. Jack, it was the worst thing I 
ever had to do in my life, but even I could see that it had to be done 
so I did it. I dreaded every step over to Robert's house but when we 
were finally alone together, I was amazed at how cool I was. I didn't 
think I could lie like that, but I just went on and it came out 
smoothly. When I finished, he did a really strange thing. He asked me 
to go out with him again. I played for time while I could think and I 
told him to ask me again next week. He asked me, of course. For 
several days he asked me. Then finally he quit and didn't ever pay any 
attention to me at all. It was like I wasn't there; he just always 
ignored me. 
    I'm sure Robert was the person who started the rumors about Daddy 
and me. I don't know if he believed it himself, but I think he told it 
around. I'm pretty sure he told about what we had done too, because 
for a few weeks after that, I got asked out about twice every day. I 
told them all to get lost and finally they quit asking. Maybe that was 
what made some of them start to believe it. Sometimes I think I should 
have gone out with a couple of them to keep up appearances. But I 
didn't and I think the word got around. 
    I really didn't care as long as I didn't get in trouble. I just 
kept on with Daddy and really didn't need anybody else. 
    But I was really jealous of my mother now. We had never been close 
but she didn't know that we were now rivals for the same man. In my 
junior year of high school, I studied a little bit of genetics, and I 
went to the library and studied it a whole lot more. I learned quite a 
bit about incest in those books, Jack. And I learned all the genetic 
codes and the combinations that created bad children from incest. But 
I also learned something else important. I learned that it didn't have 
to be bad. If the combination was right, a father and a daughter could 
have a perfectly healthy baby together. 
    I knew my parents didn't have sex. I don't know when they had 
quit, but they weren't doing it now. I wanted my Mom out of the 
picture, Jack, and I thought I had finally found a way to do it. In 
November of my senior year of high school I stopped taking my pills. 
    Now when we made love there was an extra turn-on for me: I was 
trying to let Daddy make me a baby. It added a whole new dimension to 
our love making and it excited me. Every time he shot inside me, I 
thought to myself that it might be the time. I watched my periods and 
made sure we did it at the right times. For four months, nothing 
happened. Finally something did. When I stood up to get my diploma and 
graduate from high school I was so proud. I was eighteen years old and 
legal, I was out of school, and I was also three months pregnant. No 
one knew but me and my baby.
 
    Ruthie had stopped her massage some time back. We were still in 
bed together but it was like she was talking to herself now. I wasn't 
really sure she even knew I was there. She just sat in the middle of 
the bed and talked. I knew this was it. I had been waiting for the 
story of the baby and I was finally getting it. She went on as if I 
wasn't there. 
    I had everything planned. I knew what I was going to do. The only 
thing I didn't know was how Daddy was going to take it when I told 
him. I had to tell him, of course. I wasn't going to tell him all of 
it, but I sure had to tell him about the baby. 
    I chose a night in late June. Mom was working the four to midnight 
shift and I had gotten Daddy into bed by seven o'clock. We made love 
twice; each time was better for me than the last now. It was about ten 
o'clock and we were just snuggling together. I got up and straddled 
him so that my pussy was right on his dick. I brought my face down 
close to his. I kissed him really hard, then I started my little 
deception. 
    "Daddy, I have to tell you something." He could sense that it was 
important so he stopped playing with my breasts and looked at me. 
    "Okay, honey. What's on your mind?" 
    "Daddy, I'm pregnant." He reacted for sure. He tried to sit up but 
I was still on top of him. He fell back, and his face had colored to a 
bright red. Daddy never cursed but he did that night. 
    "Godammit, Ruthie, you can't be! Didn't you take your pills?" 
    He was actually scared, I could sense it but I knew what I was 
going to say. 
    "Daddy, I always take them. They just didn't work this time. I'm 
sorry, but I haven't had my period for four months and I can tell. I'm 
going to have a baby." 
    I had known he was going to be upset and he certainly was. I got 
off him and just lay in the bed. Daddy got up and started pacing the 
room. It was the first time I had ever seen him out of control and I 
smiled a little down inside because I knew that for the first time, I 
was the one in control. 
    He knew that I was an adult and he treated me like one. He talked 
for half an hour about how I would have to have an abortion. Every 
time he said it, I reminded him about how strict my Mom was about 
abortion. She thought it was murder. Daddy tried the genes trick on me 
but I was ready for that too. I had done my homework well, as usual. 
    "Daddy," I said when he finally stopped talking for a minute. "I 
am a high school graduate, you know. I know that what we are doing can 
make a monster, but the chances are actually smaller than most people 
think. I've thought about this a lot. I think the best thing to do is 
to have the baby and hope that it is okay and to put it up for 
adoption." 
    I was leading him down the path slowly. I knew he didn't know what 
I knew about genetics. I blew him over with some technical talk, I 
said we'd tell mother I had done it with a boy in school and I hadn't 
known about contraceptives. I kept talking about how she would never 
go for an abortion. I had to have that baby so I could pull my final 
act. We argued all night and for several days after that. 
    I finally convinced him. I told him I'd go to Mom and confess what 
I had done and see what her reaction would be. There was nothing he 
could do about it. I had thought it out too well. He finally agreed 
that I would have to tell her. I knew how she would react and I was 
right. She hit the ceiling, she called me trash, she quoted from the 
Bible, and in the end, she agreed that I couldn't do anything about 
the baby but have it and put it up for adoption. 
    The next five months weren't too pleasant. My mother kept after me 
about the sin I had committed as I knew she would, but the worst part 
was that Daddy stopped making love to me. I hadn't really expected 
that to happen. I had been doing it with Daddy for 5 years now and I 
needed it. To have it cut off cold was something I hadn't counted on. 
The problem was that he was blaming himself and he felt guilty. I 
tried and tried but he wouldn't do it with me. And after a while, I 
was too pregnant to do it anyway. 
    Really, I had no trouble carrying the baby. I didn't get sick and 
it wasn't as bad as I thought it might have been, but I was in pretty 
good physical shape. Daddy had done some reading on his own about the 
subject and in one of our more rational conversations, we decided that 
we would tell my doctor that my uncle had raped me. Daddy wanted all 
the special tests done to see if it was going to be a monster. I knew 
that my baby was perfect; I could just feel it. But I let Daddy and 
the doctor do whatever they wanted. It made no difference to me, I 
knew my baby was all right and I knew what it would mean for me. My 
plan was working. 
    When my water finally burst, Mom was working, so Daddy took me to 
the hospital. He was an absolute basket case. I was totally calm until 
the first bad contraction hit. Then I wasn't so calm. 
    "Hurry, Daddy," I moaned, in more pain than I had expected. "She's 
starting to come." I knew my baby was a little girl. 
    I was wheeled into the hospital where my mother was on duty. I was 
amazed at the pain. I hadn't expected it to hurt so bad and I had 
never felt anything like it before. Now I lost my cool, too, and I was 
scared. What if she wasn't perfect? 
    My labor was short and they gave me something that helped some. 
Just at midnight, the doctor started telling me to push. I tried like 
hell to push but I couldn't do it. I felt like I was being torn open, 
I almost passed out, then I heard a baby crying. It was my little 
girl, the little girl that Daddy had made inside me. I could hardly 
stay awake now, but my doctor showed her to me. 
    When I saw her, I thought, "Oh shit, something went wrong." But I 
had just never seen a newborn baby before. The doctor gave me a shot 
and I knew I was going under, but I remember him saying to me, "Ruth, 
your baby is fine. You had a little girl and she's perfectly healthy." 
I passed out. 
    When I woke up, Daddy was sitting in a chair right next to my bed 
and he was holding my hand. I smiled at him because he looked kind of 
gray. 
    "Honey, are you alright?" he said. He had been holding my hand and 
I started to hold his now that I was awake. 
    "I guess so, Daddy." Then before we could say anything else, the 
nurse brought my baby in. She lay her flat on my stomach. She was so 
tiny that I couldn't believe she was really here. I felt so much love 
for that little girl that Daddy and I made, but I was afraid to touch 
her. The nurse motioned for Daddy to leave but I told her that he was 
going to stay. She just kind of shook her shoulders. Then she undid my 
gown and rubbed the side of my daughter's face against my nipple. The 
baby started to suck and I felt so good, I was in love with my little 
baby. It was Daddy's and mine and I loved it. The sucking even felt a 
little bit sexy. I hadn't expected to feel like this about it. She was 
my baby daughter and I wanted to keep her. I hadn't planned on that. 
    I knew that Daddy was having strong feelings, too, because he was 
crying. I had never seen my Daddy cry before and I was a little 
embarrassed. I wished he would stop. 
    Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother standing 
just inside the room. That brought me back to reality. It was finally 
time to finish what I had started. I held my baby with one hand, but 
my other hand went up around my Daddy's neck. I pulled his face down 
to mine and kissed him on the mouth. He hadn't seen mother yet and he 
kissed me back. I broke it off and said to him, just loud enough for 
her to hear, "Oh, Daddy, we made a perfect baby. I knew we would. 
She's just beautiful. I can't wait to start another one." 
    It worked just as I had planned it. My mother screamed and ran out 
of the room. Daddy heard her and turned just in time to see her 
flight. The baby started to cry but I just nursed it and put my nipple 
back in its mouth. My plan had worked perfectly. But I had to play it 
through. 
    I looked at Daddy in alarm. "Oh NO," I cried. He stood up and said 
"I'll be back." He ran out the door. Then it was very quiet. I just 
lay there with my baby. I led her tiny mouth back to my nipple and she 
quieted down and started sucking again. She was happy, I was happy, it 
felt good to be a mother to something so tiny. She wasn't very pretty 
but I really loved her so much that just the physical contact between 
us made me satisfied in a whole new way. In a few minutes, the nurse 
came and took her back to the nursery. I whispered, "Sleep now, little 
new princess" as the nurse took her. Finally Daddy came back. He 
didn't look too happy but I could tell that he didn't blame me. 
    "Honey," he said, taking my hand. "I couldn't find her. I don't 
know where she went. But I think we might have some problems ahead." 
    "I'm so sorry, Daddy," I whispered. "I just couldn't help it." 
    Suddenly, my mother was back in the room and all hell broke loose. 
She called us fornicators, sinners, and screamed that we would both 
die and go to Hell. Daddy tried to calm her down but she was really 
wigged out. At last, she ran out of the room again. That was the last 
time I ever saw my mother. 

    There was a pause, but I waited to see if she was finished. 
Finally in a voice that was full of sadness and torment she whispered 
one more sentence: "It was also the last time I ever saw my baby." 
    Ruthie sat silently on the bed now in her own world. I waited for 
her to continue but I finally realized that she had told all she could 
tell for one night. I wanted to make love to her but I felt that this 
wasn't the time, so I pulled her down and cradled her in my arms, 
thinking about all she had been through. I held her while she fell 
asleep, and as the currents of my emotions ran through my head, I 
finally fell asleep, too, with my Ruthie in my arms. 
    I had the strangest dream that night. In my dream I had a 
daughter. She was so beautiful that I wanted to touch her, but I knew 
I couldn't because she was so young. But she came to me while I was 
asleep and she took my dick in her mouth and she sucked me so hard 
that I thought she would suck my whole body into her mouth. She was so 
beautiful, my own little princess. I couldn't believe that she was 
doing what I had always wanted her to do. I was afraid of the strength 
of my feelings as she sucked harder and harder on me. I looked down at 
her young body. It was almost like a young boy's body, slim and 
undeveloped, but then I could see her tiny nipples, and I knew that it 
was my slim-hipped little daughter with her sweet mouth on my dick. 
    I took her head in my hands and began to direct her movements, 
making her go faster because I wanted so much to shoot off in her 
mouth. I watched her toes curl as her right hand lowered itself 
between her legs and she began to touch herself. I started whispering 
"Suck me, honey, suck Daddy. Please suck Daddy good." Her movements 
became faster then, her mouth more insistent, and she took my balls in 
one hand while her other hand continued to please herself. Finally I 
could hold back no longer and I started to empty myself into her 
sucking mouth. It was so incredibly strong that it seemed real. 
    Then suddenly my eyes opened and it WAS real. I was pulling 
Ruthie's head against my dick and crying, "Suck me, honey." The force 
of my cum had awakened me, but now it was real, and Ruthie drank my 
cum. It was morning. Ruthie woke me from a dream to a reality that was 
even better. This was real and still she drank my cum as if she needed 
it. It was a perfect way to wake up to a brand new morning. 
    Finally I groaned and felt my excitement subsiding. Ruthie let my 
dick go with a final kiss. 
    "Hi," she said, her eyes dancing as she drew up beside me. 
    "Hi, yourself." I tussled her hair and she laughed, and shook it 
back over her head. It was a mess but it was erotic and beautiful. 
    I sighed and relaxed. "God, what I would give to wake up every 
morning like that," I expelled. Ruthie danced out of bed and laughed 
at me. 
    "So sorry, master," she crooned. "Mistress must use bathroom." I 
lay back in the bed, totally relaxed as Ruthie went into the bathroom. 
Finally she returned. She threw a pillow at me. 
    "Get up sleepyhead, it's morning. Dreams are all gone." I wondered 
how much I had said before I woke up, but she seemed not to care. 
    While we were getting dressed the phone rang. I couldn't hear what 
was said, but when Ruthie came back her eyes were wide and lit up. 
    "Jack, that was the hospital. They want me take him home today. 
God, I can't believe it. They said he's ready to come home." 
    Then she saw the look on my face. "Oh, Jack, I'm sorry." She came 
to me and put her arms around me. "I wish we could have had another 
night, too. But there will be plenty of other times." 
    I just stood there holding her, thinking that I couldn't just let 
her go like that. But what could I do? Obviously I couldn't tell her 
not to go get him. She started dressing quickly and was fully dressed 
while I still just stood there. She looked at me and stopped again. 
    "Jack," she said from across the room. "Sometimes things work out 
the way they should. Flow with it a while. You are a part of my life 
now. Yes?" 
    I nodded. She came over and kissed me on the cheek. 
    "Jack, I gotta go." 
    "I understand. I'll lock up." And she was gone. I was still 
standing in the middle of the room. And I knew what I was going to do. 
I had to. I wasn't going to leave. I was going to hide in the house 
and see what happened when they got back. I knew it wasn't right, but 
I just couldn't give Ruthie back to him after what we had shared. I 
began to make my plans. 

RUTHIE SEVEN

    I was putting my plan to work. I felt guilty but I had to do 
something. My Ruthie was bringing her father home this morning and I 
was going to stay in the house and see what happened. Understand, I 
wasn't planning a confrontation or anything like that, I just felt 
like I had to help myself if I could and I thought that if I could 
hear them and see what their relationship was like then maybe it might 
give me some ideas. 
    If I was careful, I wouldn't have any trouble. The house was 
almost as big as a mansion and there was a central hall upstairs that 
was surrounded by bedrooms, some unused now. Each room also connected 
to each other room either through a big closet or by a bathroom that 
they shared, so a person could go all the way around the house through 
the bedrooms and never go into the hall at all. For quick flight, 
there were windows that opened onto second-storey porches in front or 
in back. I was planning to be quiet, but if I had to retreat I had 
plenty of places to go. I was planning to hide in the closet between 
Ruthie's father's room and a room that was used to store furniture. If 
I had to get away, I could get into the back bedroom, which was 
unused. I checked it all out very carefully. I left the back window 
open in case of emergency. Then I went downstairs, unlocked the back 
door, and left through the front door. I drove away and several 
streets from there I parked and made my way back. I went in the back 
door, locked it, and went to the front of the house. From there I 
could see the street. Then I settled down to wait. 
    All the memories of my short experience with Ruthie ran through my 
mind as I sat on the window seat and peered out through the curtain. 
It just couldn't stay like this, hiding and seeing her just when she 
could slip away from him. It had to grow. I wanted Ruthie for myself. 
I loved Ruthie now. 
    I saw in my mind the pictures in her baby book, and Ruthie in 
front of the fireplace. How I wish I could have known her then. I 
thought about the time at the lake, and even replayed my dream about 
my own daughter in my mind when Ruthie woke me up so sweetly. I was so 
lost in thought that I almost didn't notice when the car drove up. 
Fortunately at the last moment, I did. Quickly, I removed my shoes and 
headed for my hiding place in the closet. I was betting they would use 
the bathroom before they went into the closet. A bathroom was my other 
choice of escape routes, as one connected to another bedroom on the 
opposite wall. 
    It was a sound house but I could hear the door open. There was no 
way to hear their voices yet and I hoped they would come upstairs 
soon. If Ruthie's father chose to lay on one of the downstairs couches 
then all of this was for nothing. I was betting he'd want to rest in 
his room. 
    Pretty soon I could tell they were coming upstairs. I pulled the 
door shut to just a tiny crack and cursed as the damned thing squeaked 
softly. I thought I probably should shut it all the way but I wanted 
to see, so I took a chance. 
    I couldn't see them at first as they came into the room, but she 
was fussing at him for not leaning on her and for going too fast. 
    "Leave me alone, princess," his voice was now in the room. "I'm 
not a crippled old man. I'm just a bit tired." Then I could see him 
and part of her. He was easing down into the bed. He sat on the edge. 
"Ruthie, how about helping me with this shirt?" She was unbuttoning 
his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders. His bare back was my next 
view. 
    "Let's get your pants off, Daddy," Ruthie said as he lay back. I 
heard him chuckle. 
    "Never could stay out of them, could you, princess?" 
    Ruthie snickered. "If you weren't in such a mess I'd pull them up 
over your head." But I could see that she eased them off him gently. 
    Finally he lay on the bed and let out a deep breath. 
    "Whew, princess. That's some better now." He lay there in his old-
fashioned boxer shorts while Ruthie quickly proceeded to pull her 
dress over her head and throw it out of my range of vision. In five 
more seconds she was naked. There she finally was, in person with her 
father and the truth of what they had been doing for ten years was 
brought home to me. This was the girl who had born her father a child 
to get rid of her mother. Depression hit me like a wave. How could I 
possibly do anything to break this bond? 
    Ruthie was down on the bed. As I watched, she eased her father's 
shorts off and removed his socks. Now father and daughter were naked 
together in the bed where I could never be. I was repelled and 
fascinated. The old man's dick was starting to grow firm. Ruthie 
started singing a song to him, so soft I couldn't hear it. Then she 
took her father's dick in her hand and begin to rub up and down the 
length of it. It didn't take long before he was hard. I am ashamed to 
admit it, but so was I. 
    Ruthie crawled up on the bed. "Just be still, Daddy," she 
whispered. "I'll do everything." She straddled him and lowered herself 
onto him. As I watched in fascination and horror, she slipped him into 
her all the way and just sat there playing with the hair on his chest. 
    He suddenly laughed and looked up at her. Then he spoke. "Taking 
advantage of a helpless old man, huh? What's the matter, Princess, 
isn't Jack keeping you satisfied?" 
    I was leaning partly against the door. I learned at that moment 
the meaning of someone's heart jumping up into one's throat. I damn 
near fell forward out of the closet and into the room. My adrenalin 
released and my hard on disappeared in fear. 
    Ruthie laughed and tossed her hair back over her shoulders. "I 
already told you, Daddy. He keeps me satisfied all I want. But there's 
always going to be a place here for you." She began to rock slowly 
forward and back, gently fucking him. I wanted to get out of there but 
I was frozen. If Ruthie had walked straight to the closet and opened 
the door, I don't think I could have moved an inch. 
    "Have it your way, Princess," he said. "You feel mighty good to an 
old man. So how is it with the young lovers?" 
    Then as she fucked her father, Ruthie began to tell him about us. 
She recited all we had done since he had been in the accident. I was 
beyond understanding what was going on. I just watched as Ruthie 
gently fucked her father and talked about me as she had so often made 
love to me and talked about him. 
    She was telling him about what had happened this morning with us. 
    "He was crying out in his sleep for his daughter to suck him, 
Daddy," she was saying, "he wasn't faking, he was really asleep. Maybe 
he was dreaming that he was you." The old man was slow to respond. 
Finally: "Well, Princess have you changed your mind?" 
    "No, Daddy. He's the one. I'm sure he is. Daddy, I love Jack. And 
I think he loves me. I've told him everything, Daddy. He's had plenty 
of chances to walk away and he doesn't. I think it will work." 
    "Ruthie honey, remember he's only the second young man you've 
known. You want to be sure. Princess, you want to be really sure. If 
he has accepted the truth then he's either as perverted as we are or 
he really loves you. But you have to be sure, honey. You don't want a 
marriage like mine to your mother, Ruthie. You want someone to love." 
    Ruthie's voice rose. "We aren't perverted, Daddy. I love you and I 
won't ever quit loving you, but I love Jack, too. I haven't left out 
anything about us, Daddy, honest I haven't. He never lectures me or 
says anything bad about you. I've told him everything. Daddy, I know 
he's the one. I feel it. Jack Williams is the man I want to marry." 
    Well, another cliche is in order here. Sorry, folks, but you 
really could have knocked me over with a feather when she let that one 
out. There she was tossing her hair around as she sat on her own 
father's cock. And she was telling him that she wanted to marry me. 
The conversation lagged for a minute. 
    I was even peeking through the door now I was so much into my own 
thoughts. But when I looked back I could see why they weren't talking. 
The sex between Ruthie and her father was getting heavy and I could 
tell she was close to having her climax. His hand was between her legs 
now and I guess he was putting his finger on her clitoris the way I 
had done sometimes. Her head was thrown back and she was breathing 
loud and she was going faster and faster. I couldn't see it all but I 
knew she was close. Then she was screaming, "I'm cumming, Daddy, oh 
cum too, Daddy, cum in me Daddy," and she threw her body over his and 
was hugging his shoulders. She screamed and I knew what her pussy was 
doing. It was sucking on her father's dick as it had sucked on mine. 
Then he was cumming, too. I could tell because he was moaning and 
pushing back. I was watching Ruthie's father shooting himself inside 
his daughter, the woman I loved. 
    Yes, in spite of all of it, she was still the woman I loved. My 
dick was rock hard and I wanted to pull it out but I didn't dare so I 
just stayed there as father and daughter came together. It should had 
been lewd, it should have made me want to throw up, but it didn't. I 
could feel the love they had for each other and I could feel that it 
was real. I realized that I was crying. Softly, I went through the 
back bedroom. I didn't need to use the window. I just walked down the 
stairs and out the back door. I went to my car and drove off. 
    I didn't go straight home. It was eleven-thirty in the morning but 
I didn't have enough whiskey in the house to do what I was going to 
do. I bought a half gallon of the most expensive brand I could find. 
Then I went home. I couldn't seem to think about it. I couldn't focus 
on it. It was like my mind wouldn't let me. As I made my first drink I 
noticed my hands were shaking badly. I needed to think but I couldn't 
think. Whatever the hell was going on here I had no idea at all. I had 
wanted to hear them to further my cause but what I had heard was so 
far removed from what I had expected that I just couldn't focus on 
things. I tossed down about four drinks before I even stopped shaking. 
Finally as the whiskey started taking over, I began to take stock of 
the situation. 
    Obviously -- Well, assuming I hadn't just watched a play put on 
for my benefit, which I doubted -- then obviously Ruthie had been as 
honest with her father about me as she had been with with me about 
him. It was beyond anything I could have dreamed, but did I feel a 
tiny bit proud of her for it? I didn't know yet. 
    She sat in the bed with her own father's dick buried to the hilt 
in the pussy I had sucked with love and told him that she loved me. 
Even as she fucked her own father she told him she wanted to marry me. 
It was too much. I made another drink, no water this time, just 
straight bourbon. 
    This was a crazy girl, I told myself. That's no figure of speech, 
I mean to say that Ruthie was crazy. She had to be. Incest does that 
to you, I told myself as I fixed yet another drink. This girl would do 
anything to get what she wanted. 
    But what had she really done? She had been completely honest with 
me about her father, that was obvious. Now I knew she had been 
completely honest with him about me. He had said it, not she, that I 
was only her second lover besides him. But he had been making it with 
his own daughter for ten years. I needed another drink, screw the ice, 
I'll just keep the bottle, it's easier. How could she love him and do 
what she did with me? Hell, how could she love me and still keep on 
with him even when he was too sick to do anything but just lay in the 
bed while she attacked him? I took a long swig from the bottle. 
    She was just a nympho. Needed it all the time. No, that's not 
true, she'd had no lovers but her Daddy and me, except for Robert. She 
was on a power trip needing to control her men. No, that was bullshit, 
too. She had never done that except when she got rid of her mother. 
Suddenly I threw back my head and laughed at what Ruthie had done to 
her mother. It was all just so ridiculous that I couldn't focus on it 
any longer. The last thing I remember before passing out was thinking 
that I needed some food in my stomach. It was past lunch time and I 
was hungry. I think that I was laughing hysterically as I passed out 
in my chair. 
    My head was knocking, pounding. Somebody was beating on it with a 
baseball bat. It was starting to bleed, I was being beaten to death. I 
almost jumped from the chair and I looked around, completely dazed. It 
was somebody at the front door using the knocker. I looked at my 
watch. It was seven thirty. I almost didn't go, I really didn't. I 
felt like my head was being tossed around inside a cement mixer. 
Mechanically, I finally made my way the few steps to the door. I 
pulled it open ready to scream an obscenity at the salesman who had 
disturbed my drunken sleep. I peered out through the screen. I saw a 
light blue dress, strands of blonde hair, a face I had trouble 
focusing on. 
    "Jack, honey," I heard pounding into my brain like jolts of 
lightening. "Wow, Jack, what's the matter with you?" 
    "Oh," I muttered as I let her in the door. "I just had a few 
drinks after work." She looked around and saw the bottle. I looked, 
too, and saw it was well over half gone. 
    "All right, Jack," she said. "You go get a in a hot tub of water 
and I'll fix you something to eat." The thought of food was beyond me 
just then. She looked at my face and must have read my thoughts. 
"Well," she continued, "maybe the food can wait. C'mon Jack, let's go 
get a shower." 
    I felt so bad that at first I didn't even realize that she was 
coming into the shower with me. She started the water as I just stood 
there. As she was adjusting the flow she said quietly "a good old 
toothbrushing might not hurt either, you know." The toothpaste tasted 
bitter but made me feel better. Then Ruthie started taking off my 
clothes. When she had finished with me, she quickly slipped off hers, 
too. "Well?" she teased. 
    The water made me feel clean in more ways than one. I get drunk 
about once a year and maybe never like I had that afternoon. I felt 
trashy dirty and the water helped. Ruthie and her bathcloth and her 
tongue didn't hurt, either. She worked on my back for long minutes, 
pulling the tension from my body and even a little of the pain from my 
head. Then she pulled my back against her front so I could feel her 
body against me. She began to soap my chest while she licked at my 
back. I couldn't even get hard because while it was certainly erotic, 
it was more relaxing than exciting and it was what I needed. I felt 
weak as a sick man and Ruthie was being my nurse, helping me back to 
life. It was a slow and painful return but after all, I had brought it 
on myself. 
    Finally her hands dropped and she started to feel my dick. She put 
the soapy cloth around it and gently played until I got hard. Now that 
I was half alive again I turned to her. The water was pouring off her 
head and down her breasts, making them glisten. Her hair was plastered 
to her head but she was as beautiful as ever. 
    I gently pulled her mouth to mine. We must have kissed for five 
minutes or more with our arms around each other. Then slowly we began 
to explore each other's body. It felt so good. I still wasn't able to 
think straight but I could feel. After a long time, Ruthie went down 
on her knees and took me in her mouth. I just closed my eyes and felt 
the love she was giving me. I wanted to freeze the moment and just 
stop our lives at that point in a time stop. Then I wouldn't have to 
think anymore and I could just feel. It was unlike any oral sex I had 
ever had. I didn't want to cum, I just wanted it to continue. Ruthie 
didn't seem to be trying to make me cum. It was almost like it was a 
nonsexual act, just a love act. I lost track of time and just floated, 
enjoying the love I could feel emanating from her. It was at the same 
time the best sex I ever had and also not sexual at all. There was no 
pressure, no attempt to make it get better, no drive to climax. It was 
just what it was. It was Ruthie's expression of pure love for me. 
Thinking back, it was one of the most satisfying times of my whole 
life. 
    I really don't even know how long it might have continued, but I 
have an old water heater and little by little I realized that the 
water was getting cold. The temperature finally broke the mood and the 
feeling faded. What a loss. She started laughing with my dick still in 
her mouth and finally stood up. 
    "I think," she said slowly, "that we better get out." I was 
starting to shiver and I turned off the faucets. We dried ourselves, 
each with our own towel. Then I took her hand and wordlessly led her 
into the bedroom. We lay beside each other for a while, not even 
touching, just looking at each other. Then the kissing and the 
touching began again and this time the feeling was sexual. My desire 
overshadowed my headache and soon we were thrashing around the bed 
like a couple of kids. When I finally entered her it was like coming 
home after a long trip to somewhere I hadn't wanted to go. It was our 
best sex ever, our own private trip into love and when it was over I 
felt empty and sad. 
    Empty because I had given more to Ruthie that night than I ever 
had to anyone in my life and sad because I finally began to think 
about the events of the day. Ruthie just curled up on my arm and 
nestled against me. I didn't know I was going to say it until I had 
already said it. It was like it wasn't me talking. I said to Ruthie, 
"I want to marry you." 
    "I want to marry you, too." The answer was lazy and seemed to come 
from a long way off. It took me a minute to recognize that I had asked 
her and she had answered me. Then I was awake, alert, and my body 
tensed. She felt it. She started rubbing mt chest trying to relax me I 
think. I was silent but she spoke again. "Yes, Jack, I want to marry 
you." I abruptly sat up, breaking the spell. 
    "Ruthie what are you talking about?" 
    She just stretched like a cat beside me and smiled, her head on 
the pillow, her face framed by her beautiful hair which was in ruins 
but was still erotic. Then she giggled. 
    "Well, you just screwed up, didn't you, lover? You just proposed 
and I just said yes." 
    The adrenalin hit me for the second time in one day. "But what 
about your father?" I was hurt and distrustful, I had heard what they 
had said that morning. "Jack, he's known about us from the first 
night. He knows everything about you. Just like you know everything 
about us. Jack, don't you see, if it was going to work, both you and 
he had to know." 
    I was dumbfounded. "But," I stuttered. "Why did you act like we 
couldn't let him find out about us?" 
    She smiled up at me from the pillow. "If you had known I was 
giving him a play-by-play account about us, would you have kept seeing 
me? I had to tell you about my father, Jack. It was too much a part of 
my life to hide. I had to know if you could accept it. But I had to 
share it with my Daddy, too, honey. I knew what you didn't know soon 
after we met. I knew that someday you might ask me. And I knew that if 
you ever did that I would say yes. You are the only honest man I've 
ever known besides my father. I'll marry you tomorrow if you want." 
    I was silent. I tried to do a quick review on what I was about to 
do, but with the angel beside me in my bed, the girl I loved, the girl 
I wanted to marry, what kind of review was necessary? Finally she 
broke the silence. Her wonderful eyes bored into mine. 
    "Want to retract the proposal? One chance, Jack. Right now." 
    I didn't hesitate; it wasn't necessary. "We just signed a contract 
my beautiful, Ruthie," I whispered. "You can't get out of it." 
    Oh, how good our embrace felt. She was real, a warm living person 
who would love me and have my children and grow old with me. Two 
"moments of a lifetime" in one night are too much for one person but 
I'll never forget our embrace in my bed that night. Finally she 
giggled. 
    "Want to go meet my Daddy, now, Jack? He's waiting for us." 

    Well folks, that's it. Ruthie and Jack were married four days 
later. Jack moved into the old mansion. A most improbable marriage 
began to grow and as of that date it is still growing. I have enjoyed 
sharing it with you. Let's wrap up with a few facts. 
    I told you up front that this happened to a friend of mine. It 
did. It happened to my very best friend. It happened to my wife. 
Ruthie is my wife. You probably guessed that by now. It really was me 
all the time. 
    I told you it was true. I have spoken as much of the truth as I 
can remember. I have told you no lies. Ruthie and I are what I have 
said we are. How can I write pornography about my own wife? I will 
just say you would have to know us to understand. 
    Why did I write it? I'm not really sure. I've asked myself the 
same question. Obviously Ruthie and I are both highly sexually 
oriented people. She knows I'm writing this but she hasn't asked to 
read it. Maybe one day she will. I will be glad to share it because it 
is a love story. But since I became involved with Ruthie, stories of 
incest and experiences of young girls turn me on. They really didn't 
before Ruthie, but they do now. Very often we pretend she is a young 
virgin. It gets us both off. Just as I love to look through Ruthie's 
baby book, I think someday soon she will ask to read this. As soon as 
I send it up to the board I plan to find her and tell her it's 
finished. She may even ask to read it tonight. She may read it before 
you do. Even as you read this, we may be making love while she 
reflects on what I have written about us. 
    Does she still make it with her father? I honestly think probably 
so. She has opportunities to do it with him. I can't ask you to 
understand this or accept it, but I don't care. If I had to guess, I 
would guess they probably do on occasions. It doesn't concern me and I 
don't ask. Ruthie is -- as I write this final chapter on July 31, 1989 
-- three months pregnant. She is now 29. We have a two-year-old baby 
girl and I also have a baby son, eleven months. The boy is dark like 
like me but the girl is very light colored. I wonder about her origins 
but she is my daughter, no matter who the father is and I love her 
very much. She is a beautiful little girl. Already starting to look 
like her mother a little bit. 
    What is the relationship between Ruthie's father and me? Strained, 
I guess I have to say. He is as friendly as anyone could ask, I just 
still don't feel totally comfortable around him. It's getting better. 
Except for the socially "horrible" things he did with his daughter, he 
seems like a well-adjusted man. That facet of my life will improve and 
I expect he will continue to live with us for the rest of his life. 
    How goes the marriage? It gets better every day. Ruthie is an 
incredibly gifted lover, but I can feel that her enthusiasm is a 
result of the love she feels for me. That love is returned without 
reservation. It may be one of the strangest marriages on record, but I 
bet it's better than most. 
    One last comment before we leave each other. Just the facts, 
folks, that's all. And am I really telling the truth? Really? 
    Obviously our names aren't Jack and Ruthie Williams. One last time 
before I go... Everything here is true. All of it. I hope your 
marriage is half as good as mine. If it is, hold onto it. Love is a 
precious thing no matter what manner of expression it takes or from 
what origins it arises. Thanks for listening. 
    Jack 
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