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RUTHIE ONE
 
     Ruthie Barker was the girl who made me forget 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-story 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 fea-
tures.  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 covers 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 lis-
tening.  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 do 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
trying 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
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 put his finger
in the hole, and all that time he sucked and licked at my nip-
ples.  From that very first night, I found out that I have in-
credibly 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 come 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 badly that 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 get-
ting."
     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 my caresses were amateur
blunders compared to her skill.  A dozen times I thought I would
come, 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
come, 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 decided at school that I had to talk to Daddy when he came
to my room that night.  I had decided to put on something really
plain because the more I thought about it, the more 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.
     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 I had the previous night and I heard myself repeating
over and over, not conscious that I was speaking, "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 stood there for what must have been five minutes.  I was
a limp rag doll and he held and cuddled me.  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 held me real tight, almost as if he weren'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 almost cried out for
him to stop but his face was between my legs and his tongue was
playing round like it wanted to get up my front hole.  I knew
then that I had wanted him to do more.  Even as he sucked at me,
I could feel guilt and shame.  I wanted to tell him that I didn't
want him to do this and that he should stop.  But 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 curved in a back-
ward 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 come 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 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, bracing my back against the sink and
pushing out my legs at him.  I started thrusting my hips sharply
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 com-
pletely beyond my control now.  If the first two orgasms were
good, this one was harder and better.  He had made me want it so
badly, 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 orgasms I ever had, though maybe it was just the
first 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 come and come 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."
 
     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 as soundlessly and
gently as into water and 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 with her tongue
until I finally was empty.
     I was as empty as I had ever been.  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 planned to be at the store the next night.
 
END PART ONE
 
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,
sure that each car would be hers, but she never came.
     Finally, about ten o'clock, I drove 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.
I felt that Ruthie had used me to spill her guilt, willing to
trade one sweet blow job in return, while she had fascinated me
to the point of obsession.  I finally drove home, got drunk and
went to bed.
     The next morning about ten, I was drinking coffee and nurs-
ing 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 irrational-
ly certain that it was she at the door.  It was.
     She looked like a virgin dressed for church, in 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."  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 were 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 as 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 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
aureolae were about the size of a quarter, small but in perfect
proportion to the nipples.  The nipples were those of a young
girl, but the full breasts said that this was a woman.  Her
stomach was flat and her light pubic bush was small.  I don't
think she cut it; it just grew that way.  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 then, holding my cock
inside her velvet pussy, she continued her story.
     "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 need for reassurance
overcame my fear, and I lay there enjoying his tongue on 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:
     "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 do touch me, I'll want you to do the
same thing to me that I do to you -- with my mouth.  If you're
ready, you can make me feel good with your mouth just like I make
you feel good.  But don't start unless you are 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 touched 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 ques-
tion 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 do it because it
feels good.  It feels better than when I kiss you down there.
But you're not old enough for that yet."
     I couldn't imagine anything feeling better than Daddy kiss-
ing 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 control-
ling 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 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 come
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.  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 of that.  Yet as we lay 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.  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 particu-
larly 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 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 nice, 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 come."  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 come
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 come, and I knew that
after he made me come, 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.  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 feel-
ings I was having then were 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 Daddy's dick rubbing across my hole that if
he wanted to, I wouldn'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 come soon, and I did.  It
wasn't a super orgasm, but I guess I'd describe it as a good,
warm, loving one.  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 woman 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 trou-
ble 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 Ru-
thie.  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 she did.
     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, seeming to enjoy 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 deep into her mouth.  Wave after wave poured
down Ruthie's throat, and she drank it like water and sucked as
though 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 shoot-
ing, 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.
 
END PART TWO
--
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 with her, 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.
Damn, 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 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, but I was wrong again.  Before we got out of the
driveway, she was opening my pants.  She said not a word, 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 did
things to my balls while she sucked that made it 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 drove to 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 coming, 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 coming, squirting, shooting, emptying myself in the sweet
mouth of this incredible young woman.  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 a living force that controlled me.  Coming 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 come 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 what-
ever 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.  We discovered 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
stripped quickly.  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 alone 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 was always naked, waiting for him.
I still knew that what we were doing was wrong, but no longer
cared.  I just wanted him to do me.  And I did him every night,
too.  He played with my breasts 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.  I was glad that I wasn't like
that, because then Daddy wouldn't have had anything to play with.
Somehow my breasts 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 to
make a man feel good.  But sometimes I thought up 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 come lots of times and I had even tasted his come,
because he asked me to lick it off his stomach.  It was warm and
tasted really salty.  I didn't love the taste, but I didn't
dislike it, either.  And I knew it was what he wanted me to do.
He always told me when he was about to come, 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 come.  All you have to do is swallow it and keep
sucking.  Do you think you could do that?"
     I had imagined many time what it would be like to drink my
Daddy's come.  I thought I could, but 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 coming.  I was nervous, but I also wanted to
know what it would be like for Daddy to shoot inside me.  This
was the time when I always stopped and played with his dick with
my hand while he came.  But now he took my head in his hands and
held it down.
     Jack, when he started coming in my mouth, I thought I'd
choke -- but he started whispering, "Swallow it, honey.  Swallow
it and keep sucking."  I did, 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 come 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 nymph.  It was an in-
credible orgasm and I pulled her head to me and pressed my mouth
against hers, totally out of control in 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.  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, Mom left for work and
Daddy and I cleaned up.
     I was washing the dishes when he came up behind me and
slipped his hands 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 take him down there.  But
that birthday night, when he began to push against me, I knew
something 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'll 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 prob-
ing.  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 was so curious about
it that if he wanted to do it, I wouldn't stop him.  That night I
knew it was about to happen for the first time and didn't try to
stop it.  He had his dick right at 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'd wait until you were thir-
teen."  Then he slipped down between my thighs.  "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 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!"
     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 Vase-
line 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 still it
hurt.  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 thought I'd 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 real-
ly, after awhile, the sharp pain stopped, and was replaced by
what 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 fur-
ther 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 breasts 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 for the first time
that my pussy was doing what it was meant for:  holding my
Daddy's dick inside me.  I began to feel the needs of a woman,
and I wanted 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 come 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 reflexive now, because I wanted it, but he
was still doing most of the work.  Then, suddenly, I felt it
getting bigger and jerking, and he rammed it all the way up
inside me.  I didn't until then that he hadn't really put it all
the way in.  The pain returned, but Daddy was crying and moaning
and I knew he was coming 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 come 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 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
felt like a woman in those moments, and wanted to fall asleep in
Daddy's arms.  But I knew that mother would be home before long,
and finally slipped away to my room.  He didn't wake.
 
     Ruthie's story of losing her virginity to her father on her
thirteenth birthday had my emotions churning.  I had never
thought 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; I felt sorry
for these children who were abused, but 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.  She had actively participated in
it and had liked it.  It made me wonder about Ruthie's psycholog-
ical make-up.  More than that, it made me wonder about how much
child abuse goes on unreported because the child doesn't consider
it to be child abuse.  Obviously, Ruthie didn't.
     I won't pretend the ability to project my mind into the
thoughts of a young girl involved in a sexual relationship.  I
can only tell you that Ruthie spoke of her father without resent-
ment or regret, 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
woman.
     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 hap-
pened?"
     "My Daddy, Jack.  He was in a wreck.  Some drunk kid hit his
car, and he was in a wreck.  Oh shit, Jack, please come down here.
I need you.  Please come right now!"  She was obviously hysteri-
cal, 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 second floor
lobby.  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 compo-
sure 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 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 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 wanted Ruthie for my own, but how could I
compete with this man and the bond that had been forged between
them in all their years 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; a normal man would have had
to be almost dead not to 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 when she discovered her
husband's relationship with her daughter (but that's later in the
story), and no-one knew where she was.  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 the doctors had reassured her, and she was satisfied that
her father would be back soon.  She gave me a tour of the place
-- almost 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.
He slept here 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
she felt for her mother was apparent, but I took it as a chal-
lenge.  I resolved that 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 obses-
sion.  My problem, as I said before, was that my obsession with
Ruthie deepened each time I was with her.  I knew that I'd soon
be unable to keep Ruthie from learning that I wanted her for
myself.  But this wasn't the time, and we 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 can always tell what a man wants.  I don't know 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 that night
I chose to take my bourbon straight.
     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 rela-
tionship 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 par-
ents' room.  My mom was home and they were both asleep.  I looked
at them in bed, and I think that was the first time I felt jeal-
ous 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
she was in the way.  I saw that I couldn't get to him without
waking her, and went back to bed.
     The next morning, we were supposed to leave on vacation.
School was 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 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 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 made 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.  When I was a little
girl he made me 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.  The
way the water played with my breasts made me feel sexy.  I felt
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 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 licked up and down between
them.  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 him inside me.
     Then he pushed me away and turned me around so my back was
to him.  He pulled me against him, and one hand went my breasts
while the other went 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.  And he played with my
nipples, squeezing one, then the other, cupping them and 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 crazy.  He rubbed fast for a while, then slowly.  If
he'd kept on, I'd have come right there in his arms.  But he quit
every time I got close.  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 fin-
gers 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.  No
girl in the world could possibly have been as happy as I was at
that moment.  But the orgasm was building inside me.  It got
stronger and stronger, and soon I could no longer think about
where we were, only of what my Daddy was doing to me.  It felt
like we were the only people in the world, that we were alone and
could do whatever we wanted, forever.
     It didn't take long, Jack.  My orgasm started and my hips
moved, and it built and it built and I finally went off.  My body
went rigid, then started to spasm.  I shook and jerked and it
felt so good that I wanted it to keep going forever.  I gave
myself to the feelings and let the natural needs of my body have
their way.  I can't really express 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 prevent him from continuing to do it to me.
At that moment I loved more than ever, 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 orgasm died and I began to relax.  But there was
a need in me that hadn't been satisfied, despite the terrific
orgasm 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 come up my hole?"  I was teasing him and I was enjoy-
ing it.  "I'll tell you what, Daddy:  If you can fuck me good
enough to make me come 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 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 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 come 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 in love, the warm waves lifted us up
and down.  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 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 tried to block it
out.  It was so strong that I was scared by it.  But I couldn't
stop it.  It built until I was crazy for his dick and 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 it came I wanted his whole body
inside me, not just his dick.  I couldn't get it in far enough.
And as I was coming, he came, too.
 
     Coming 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 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 kept quiet, but 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 me to dance for you, Jack?" she asked sud-
denly.  "My Daddy loves 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 to have you dance for me."
     I sat down in a soft blue chair.  Ruthie went to the stereo,
found a station that played soft rock and turned it down low.
Then she went around the room and turned off all the lights
except for two electric candles over the stone fireplace.  These
she dimmed so the room was bathed in shadows.  Then she began to
dance.
     Ruthie wore a white blouse that buttoned up the front, a
pale blue skirt and low heeled white shoes.  She kicked off the
shoes, closed her eyes, and began to move with the music.  I
poured a fresh drink and watched her move, thinking how lovely
she looked in the shadows.  Sometimes she wore her hair up, but
tonight it fell over her slim shoulders.  She began to sway with
the music, moving her hips, running her arms over and around
herself, throwing her head back, then flipping it forward so that
her hair cascaded over her shoulders.
     I sat transfixed.  It was absolutely the most sensuous thing
I had ever seen.  There was nothing obscene about Ruthie's danc-
ing, yet it was so suggestive and provocative that I couldn't
take my eyes from her.  She spun, she pranced, then turned 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 she was mimicking sex, and her hands
went to her breasts.  She began to feel herself, running her
hands over her breasts and playing 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 Ruthie no longer moved fluidly; she tilted her hips
forward as though an invisible partner were thrusting into her.
She began to moan and her hands started running over the front of
her skirt.  Quickly, she turned around again.  When she faced 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 there were
no panties that night.  Her soft blond bush was soft and shiny in
the dim light.  Her hand crept down her belly until it nestled in
pubic hair.  Stretching out one long slim finger as I watched in
fascination, she began to play with herself.  The music droned
on.  Ruthie gently caressed her breasts with her left hand while
her right hand teased her pussy and her fingers entered it.  I
drained my glass and glued my eyes to the crazy young woman with
whom I was in love.
     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
were 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.
     We played with ourselves while she danced, and she began to
move faster.  Her right hand dropped to her pussy again.  The
beat was still slow, but Ruthie's movements no longer matched it.
She was now totally engrossed in herself and her sexual feelings,
and 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 moved
rapidly in her pussy.  Her hips were jutting forward and back,
and I knew she was close to orgasm.
     She started to whimper.  "C'mon, Daddy," she moaned.  "Fuck
me harder.  Harder!  Harder!"  She moved still faster, and her
hands raced over her body.
     The moaning became a chant:  "Make me come, Daddy; make me
come, Daddy; make me come, Daddy."
     Then she screamed, so loudly that I feared 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 out-of-control dick shot hot come all over
my shirt.  Ruthie went off, too, and I could see that she had her
fingers deep inside her.  Her hair covered her face and her mouth
was open.  She was gasping for air and 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 orgasm 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 coming.  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."
     Her eyes opened and she looked around as though wondering
where she was.  She saw me in the chair with my dick in my hand,
came to me and knelt before me.
     "Oh, my lover, I'm so glad you're here," she whispered.  "I
love you, my beautiful lover."  Ruthie leaned forward and my dick
was suddenly in her mouth.  Her long blond hair fell over my lap
and her velvet mouth pulled at me as if to suck my body into
hers.
     As turned on as I was, my head was swimming.  I was out of
control with Ruthie.  She pulled at my dick with long strokes to
which I would willingly have surrendered.  But one phrase repeat-
ed itself over and over 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; she'd
made it plain that the bed in her father's room wasn't for me.
     After she had sucked me in the faded blue chair, we had come
upstairs and taken off what little remained of 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 the time and space to be alone and
think.  But I cared enough for Ruthie that I couldn't walk out on
while her father lay hurt in the hospital.
     I wasn't in the mood for sex, but she had made me come in
her mouth downstairs in the chair.  Now she set out almost sys-
tematically to turn me on so that I would make love to her.  I
put my thoughts on hold and decided simply to enjoy whatever
Ruthie did to me.  We came again, 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 come three times in
less than two hours.
     I was in no mood for sleep.  Ruthie had been so far gone
when she was dancing that she wasn't aware that she had spoken of
having a baby with her father.  She hadn't mentioned it again,
nor had she acted like she'd revealed anything startling.  To-
night could mark a crossroad in our relationship.  If what I'd
heard was true, and should I accept it and continue our relation-
ship, I might get so involved that I would lose all objectivity.
Could I accept loving a woman who wanted (wants?) to have her
father's baby?  If so, then I could accept anything.  But I
wasn't at all sure.
     A small voice kept saying:  "Jack, get out now, go home.
This is too crazy, to much.  No more."  I guess I had already
accepted the fact of incest, 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 illumi-
nated the bed and I looked at the sleeping 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 ignore it and go on with
Ruthie.  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 Daddy
must have seen her when she was thirteen years old.  I felt a
certain kinship with him and knew that I was not totally unlike
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 her.  I also
knew that some time in the future, I would have to fight her
father for her.  Looking back now, I can almost laugh at my
naivete.
     In the morning I went to work and Ruthie went to the hospi-
tal.  I didn't get much work done.  My mind was in a turmoil.
Watching Ruthie asleep in the soft light of her bedroom, I could
pay almost any price so long as I could be with her; but sitting
at work and considering a daughter who wanted her father's baby
was a different matter.
     And the clues were there; Ruthie had offered them, uncon-
sciously or not:  should her father die, she would die; resent-
ment of her mother; treating that bed as a sacred object.  Again
and again I told myself that Ruthie was a seriously disturbed
woman badly in need of professional help.  But another part of me
argued that I was judging with my own morality, and that hers was
different.  I had truly never in my life met a more basically
happy person than Ruthie.  She seemed not "immoral," but
amoral," as if none of the rules applied to her.  She accepted
herself for what she was -- how should I judge her?
     But I couldn't get past the baby.  I just couldn't handle
it.  I finally decided to go home that night to sort 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.
Ruthie couldn't have had more control over me were she a witch.
I turned up her street, parked the car, 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.  A silver heart-shaped pendant
hung in the valley between her breasts.  The blond hair and pale
skin against the black dress made her look like a pale goddess
and I was lost again 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.  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 lick her to orgasm as she had done to me so often
in the last few days.  I would not mention the baby -- yet.
After all, Ruthie was telling her own story in her own time, and
she would get to that part 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 could not fight the sight of
Ruthie in that dress.  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 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.  I enfolded 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 woman in my arms.
All objectivity was gone.
     Grudgingly we broke the kiss, breathless from the strength
of its passion.  Ruthie smiled her wisp of a smile that I'd
learned foreshadowed something new.
     "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 at all what I wanted just then, but I'd learned that with
Ruthie, if you 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 and played over 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?
I'll go get my book."  I complied while she went to the closet.
She had kicked off her shoes and stood on tip-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 up 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 as it
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.
     Mesmerized as I was, a part of my mind was whispering,
"Jack, he took pictures of her."  Thoughts of child abuse re-
turned but were overwhelmed by the picture before me.  The
breasts were incredibly tiny, but the nipples already formed.
Her waist would have fit easily within the span of my hands.  Yet
it was her pussy that captured my attention.  There was a blonde
fuzz around it, but it was almost bare.  This was the pussy that
her father had licked.  Looking at that picture, I could relive
all that her father had done to her when she was twelve.  She was
a miniature goddess, I thought.  No wonder he was unable to keep
his hands off her.  But another part of me realized that he had
taken terrible 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 pic-
tures of you?"
     She giggled.  "Oh, Jack.  It was my idea.  I asked him to.
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 had 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'd had VCRs back then.  We got one later,
and sometime, I'll give you a real show.  I have one of me danc-
ing 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 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 both provocative and innocent.  Twelve or not, every-
thing about it was Ruthie, from the miniature breasts to her tiny
feet.  I began to turn more pages.  Ruthie had slipped my dick
into her mouth but wasn't sucking so much as letting it rest
there, feeling good, while her pictures turned me on.
     More pages.  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, most of them
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.
     In one she lay on a rug in front of the fireplace.  She was
on her stomach with her legs bent at the knees so that her feet
stuck up into the air.  She was up on her elbows, and her little
breasts hung down, making them look bigger than they were.  The
smile on her face said "Come and get me."  There was nothing in
these pictures that suggested abuse at all.  I still couldn't
find it in my heart to approve of what Ruthie's father had done
when she was young and vulnerable, but I will say this:
     I'm not 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 she had been was just as com-
fortable 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 had I been presented
with Ruthie at age 13 in a pose like that, I don't think I could
have resisted the invitation.
     Ruthie was beginning to apply more pressure to my swollen
dick as I looked into the book.  The next picture was 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 spar-
kled, the light was dancing on her hair.  This wasn't a black and
white Polaroid, but if I could show off one picture that epito-
mized Ruthie, this would be it.  There was the innocence of a 14-
year-old child, but also an underlying expression of strange
maturity.  I have never seen a picture of any girl or woman that
was so innocent yet so sensuous as this.  I understood why he had
put it in the book.
     More pictures of Ruthie at fourteen followed, most of them
naked.  It seemed that she was trying intentionally to turn her
father on now.  She was more overtly sexual.  Had it been her
idea?  Or his?  Knowing Ruthie, I decided it was probably hers.
In one she was naked in their room.  Her legs were spread, her
hand was between them and she played with what she still called
her button.  She wasn't faking it, either.  The look on her face
said Ruthie was turned on.  I guessed that not long after that
picture was taken, Daddy had dropped the camera and joined his
daughter on the bed.  Ruthie at 14 was a sexually mature woman in
the body of a child.  She knew all the tricks that women know,
she was an experienced lover, and her body was ripening.  I
wanted to make love to the fourteen-year-old girl in the picture.
     Other pictures at fourteen showed her body continuing to
round out and develop.  If there had ever been any baby fat, it
was gone long before these pictures were taken.  Each was a study
in perfection.  Some were overtly pornographic, others would have
qualified as art had they had been taken with better equipment
and more technical skill.  I couldn't believe how many of them
there were.  Was there really time for so much sex, and to take
all these pictures, too?  Obviously, they spent most of their
time together in sexual games.
     Ruthie's mouth pulled at me more insistently now.  I'd been
trying to hold back my orgasm to look at the pictures.  But page
after page of naked little Ruthie worked through my eyes and the
real Ruthie turned on the rest of me and I could 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 fin-
ished 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 from my dick and 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 could find no 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 for
her an unconscious 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 wanted to try her out.
     She was naked and beautiful now.  I wanted to make love to
her but I was too tired.  Of course she 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, comfort-
able feeling.  As you might expect, Ruthie's massages were as
good as everything else she did for her men.  My body relaxed
under her expert fingers.  I would probably have gone to sleep,
but 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 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.
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
scared.  It didn't seem possible that we had made a baby in the
few times we had done it.  I thought about what having a baby
would be like.  It would sure change our lives.  I started get-
ting 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
breasts.  I spent a lot of time on that bench, Jack.  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.  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 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.  I was her ideal daughter.  I
never stayed out late, never went around with boys, just 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 moment, but continued 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 expe-
riences and the subject woke me up.
 
     The only time I did go out was when I went to some pajama
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.  When
they started teasing me because I was so naive, 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, Jenni-
fer 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 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 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 laughed at her and talked 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
pajama 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 begged me to take off my clothes, Jack, she
really did.  She started talking real sexy and asked to play with
my breasts.  She wanted me to play with hers.  She actually
started feeling me up but I told her I was too scared.  She
pleaded with me, said she wanted to lick me all over, but I
wouldn't let her do it.  Finally she got mad and turned her back
to me.  But I could feel the bed moving and I knew she was rub-
bing herself.
     I thought maybe she was thinking about my Daddy and I 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 getting turned on again thinking about Ruthie and
Jennifer in bed together.  It was a sign that Ruthie was either
corrupting me or 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 begin-
ning to think like her old man.  I was actually disappointed that
Ruthie hadn't told me of responding to Jennifer's touch and
making love with her little friend.  It was obvious that Ruthie
was changing me.  For better or for worse, she was certainly
changing me.  She just kept massaging me and went on.
 
     After that night with Jennifer, I thought that I would never
make any real friends at school.  I was almost sixteen years old
and my only friend was Daddy.  I'm not saying that it wasn't
enough, Jack, but I was starting to wish that I could meet some-
one 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 that it would be cheating on him to go out
with another boy, but I really wanted to.  It wasn't sex or
anything like that, I just wanted to talk to somebody my own age
and I felt that 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 come.  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 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 feeling you can't have friends your own age, even
boyfriends."  He was silent for a minute then 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 us 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 men-
tion 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 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 want-
ed, but when we parted, he whispered, "There is a time for every-
thing, Ruthie, and you'll 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 him a 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, but he didn't come.  Of
course, he didn't come often when my Mom was home, but I needed
him 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 and 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 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
none in an instant.  Then he laughed and grabbed me in his arms.
     "Ruthie, go.  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 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 to hell with 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 enjoyed 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.  Nei-
ther of us watched 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 whis-
pered, "Can't we go someplace 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 easy to tell that Robert hadn't kissed many girls'
breasts, but he was a fast learner.  My pussy was getting wet 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.  This one felt 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.  By then I could tell that I'd
had much more experience of sex than Robert.  He was so eager
that I thought it might be his first time.  Even that was excit-
ing.  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 de-
tached enough to be able to think.  "Ruthie," I said to myself,
"he'll 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 and decided to go on with it to the end.
     I pushed Robert away for a minute.  He started to protest
but stopped when he saw that I was slipping my panties off.  I
pulled him back to me and he got down on the floor by my seat.
He had dropped his pants and I grabbed his dick.  I pushed myself
forward on the seat and moved his dick towards me.  He was let-
ting 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 needed to be fucked and put my
hands on his ass to pull him farther into me.  Finally his natu-
ral instincts took over and he began to fuck me back.
     It wasn't very good but I was so turned on that I didn't
care.  He was grabbing my breasts and doing the best he could
with his dick, but we just weren't in rhythm with each other.  I
suddenly saw 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 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.  Come inside me and make your princess
come, 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 orgasm 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."
 
END PART FOUR
--
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 coming 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 there for a long time before 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 began to cry.  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 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
sneak back to their bedroom before she got upstairs.  We had
wanted each other so much that we had forgotten about the time.
And I hadn't had a 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 fathers and daughters
often have sexual fantasies about each other.  I don't know how
often they do what we do together, but I know it happens.  You
need to 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 ques-
tion 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 of any desire
for 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 of the
way to Robert's house but when we were finally alone together, I
was amazed at how cool I was.  I hadn't thought I could lie so
well, but I just went on and it came out smoothly.  When I fin-
ished, he did a really strange thing.  He asked me to go out with
him again.  I played for time to think and I told him to ask me
again next week.  He asked, of course.  For several days he asked
me.  Then finally he quit and never paid me any attention again.
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 spread the story.  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 the
word got around.
     I really didn't care so long as we 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 realize that we were now rivals for
the same man.  In my junior year of high school, we 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 combi-
nations 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 three months pregnant.  No one knew but me and
my baby.
 
     Ruthie's warm, wet pussy still nestled against my buttocks
and her slender legs still gripped my sides.  But the hands on my
back had ceased to move some while before.  Physically we were
still in bed together, but now she seemed to be speaking to
herself and no longer aware of my presence.  This was it:  I'd
been waiting for the story of the baby and now it came.
 
     I had everything planned --  I knew what I would do.  The
only thing I didn't know was how Daddy would react when I told
him.  I had to tell him, of course.  I didn't plan to tell him
all of it, but I had to tell him about the baby.
     I chose a night in late June.  Mom was working four-to-
midnight again and I had Daddy in 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 snuggling.  I straddled him so
that my pussy was against his dick.  I lowered my face to his and
kissed him really hard, then started my little deception.
     "Daddy, I have to tell you something."  Sensing that it was
important, he stopped playing with my breasts and looked at me.
     "Okay, honey.  What's on your mind?"
     "Daddy, I'm pregnant."  His reaction was immediate.  He
tried to sit up but I was still on top of him.  He fell back, and
his face colored 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 would be upset and he certainly was.  I got
off him and just lay in the bed.  Daddy got up and started pacing
the room, the first time I had ever seen him out of control.  I
smiled a little down inside because, for the first time, I was
the one in control.
     He knew that I was an adult and treated me as one.  For the
next half-hour he explained why I would have to have an abortion.
Every time he said it, I reminded him how strongly my Mom felt
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 much
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's okay, and put it up for adoption."  I was leading him slowly
down that garden path.  His knowledge of genetics was far less
than mine and he fell under the gale of technical talk.  We'd
tell mother I had done it with a boy in school and hadn't known
about contraceptives.  I kept telling him that she would never
agree to an abortion.
     I had to have that baby for my final act.
     We argued all night and for several days after that, and
finally he was persuaded.  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.  I had thought it out too well.  He finally
agreed that I should tell her.  I was certain 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 agreed that there was
nothing but to have the baby and put it up for adoption.
     The next five months weren't pleasant.  As I'd expected,
mother kept after me for 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.  Daddy and I had been doing
it for five years now, and I needed it.  To have it cut off cold
was something I hadn't counted on.  The problem was that he
blamed 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.  But I had no trouble carrying the baby.  My physi-
cal condition had always been good and there was no morning
sickness.  It wasn't nearly as bad as I knew it was for some
women.
     Daddy had done some reading on his own about the subject and
in one of our more rational conversations, 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 my baby was perfect; I could feel it.  But I let Daddy and
the doctor do what 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.
     Mom was at working when my waters broke and Daddy took me to
the hospital.  He was a basket case.  I was totally cool 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.
     They wheeled me into the hospital where my mother was on
duty.  I was amazed at the pain.  I hadn't expected it to hurt so
much 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?
     Labor was mercifully short and they gave me something that
helped.  Just at midnight, the doctor started telling me to push.
I tried like hell but I couldn't do it.  I felt like I was being
torn open.  I almost passed out, and 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.
     I looked at her and thought, "Oh shit, something went
wrong."  But it was only that I'd never seen a newborn baby
before.  The doctor gave me a shot.  I began to slip away, but I
remember him saying to me, "Ruth, your baby is fine.  You had a
little girl and she's perfectly healthy."  The I passed out.
     Daddy was sitting in a chair right next to my bed when I
woke up, holding my hand.  He looked kind of gray as I smiled at
him.
     "Honey, are you alright?"  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, undid my gown and rubbed the
side of my daughter's face against my nipple.  The baby started
to suck and I felt good; I was in love with my little baby.  It
was Daddy's and mine and I loved it.  The suckling felt a little
bit sexy.  I hadn't expected it to feel like that.  She was my
baby daughter and I wanted to keep her.  I hadn't expected that,
either.
     Tears seeped from Daddy's eyes.  He was crying.  I'd never
seen Daddy cry before, and was embarrassed.  I wished he would
stop.
     Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I saw my mother stand-
ing 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 as I had planned.  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 loved her so much that the
physical contact between us satisfied me 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 may 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 die and go to Hell.  Daddy tried to calm her but she was
really wigged out.  At last, she ran out of the room again.  That
was the last time I saw my mother.
 
     There was a pause and I waited to see if she was finished.
Then, in a voice of sadness and torment, came one last sentence:
"It was also the last time I ever saw my baby."
     Ruthie sat silently atop me, alone in her own world.  I
waited for her to continue until I realized that she had told all
she could tell for one night.  I wanted to make love to her, but
this was not the time.  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
couldn't because she was so young.  Yet she came to me while I
was asleep and took my dick in her mouth.  She sucked me so hard
that I thought she would take my whole body into her mouth.  She
was so beautiful, my own little princess.  I couldn't believe she
was doing what I had always wanted her to do.  I feared 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 saw her tiny nipples, and
knew 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 move-
ments, making her go faster because I needed 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.  She
took my balls in one hand while her other hand continued to
please herself.  Finally I could hold back no longer and started
to empty myself into her sucking mouth.  It was so incredibly
strong that it seemed real.
     Then suddenly I wakened and it was real.  I was pulling
Ruthie's head against my dick and crying, "Suck me, honey."  The
force of the orgasm had awakened me while Ruthie drank my come.
It was morning.  Ruthie woke me from a dream to a reality even
better.  This was real and still she drank my come as if she
needed it.  It was a perfect way greet a new morning, a new day.
     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.  "Damn, 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 bath-
room."  I lay back, 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.   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 stood there, holding her, thinking that I couldn't let her
go.  But what could I do?  I couldn't tell her not to go get him.
She dressed rapidly and was fully clothed before I was able to
move.  She looked at me and stopped.
     "Jack," she said from across the room.  "Sometimes things
work out the way they should.  Just flow with it for 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 still
stood in the middle of the room, but I knew what I would do.  It
was all so clear now, so simple.  I would hide in the house and
see what happened when they got back.  It wasn't right, or good,
or honest, but I couldn't give Ruthie back to him after what we
had shared.
 
END PART FIVE
--
RUTHIE SIX
 
     I felt guilty but had to do something.  My Ruthie was bring-
ing her father home this morning and I was going to stay in the
house and see what happened.  Please understand:  I wasn't plan-
ning a confrontation or anything like that; I just had to help
myself if I could.  Perhaps if I could hear them and see what
their relationship was like it might give me some ideas.
     There'd be no trouble if I were careful.  The house was
almost a mansion, with a central upstairs hall surrounded by
bedrooms, most now unused.  They connected to the ones on either
side through a big closet or a shared bathroom.  You could circle
the second floor and never step into the hall.  For quick flight,
windows opened onto porch roofs in front and back.  I planned to
be quiet, but there were plenty of routes if I had to retreat.
     The closet between Ruthie's father's room and one that
stored old furniture would be my hiding place.  An unused bedroom
just beyond the storeroom gave onto the back porch roof.  Its
window was open for emergency use and went downstairs.  I drove
off and parked several blocks away, returning on foot.  Once
inside I locked both doors and settled down to wait.
     Memories of Ruthie filled my mind as I sat on the window
seat and watched through the curtain.  Our relationship 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.
     The pictures in her baby book came to mind, and Ruthie in
front of the fireplace.  How I wish I could have known her then.
I recalled our time at the lake, and replayed the dream of my
non-existent daughter and Ruthie's sweet awakening.  I nearly
failed to notice when the car drove up.
     Shoes off, I ran to my hiding place in the closet.
     The house was solidly built; and though I heard the door
open and close, their voices were inaudible.  I hoped they would
come upstairs soon.  If Ruthie's father chose one of the down-
stairs couches then all 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
closed the closet door to a tiny crack and cursed as the damned
thing squeaked.  Should I close it all the way?  But I had to
see!
     The door from the hall was hidden from me, but I heard
Ruthie 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, just a bit tired."  Then I could see
him and part of her.  He was easing down to the bed and sat on
the edge.  "Ruthie, how about helping me with this shirt?"  She
unbuttoned it 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 handled 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 pulled the dress over
her head and threw it out of my range of vision.  Five more
seconds and she was naked.  There she finally was, in person with
her father and the truth of what they had been doing for ten
years came to me.  This was the girl who had born her father's
child to get rid of her mother.
     A tidal wave of depression rolled over me.  What action of
mine could possibly 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 daugh-
ter were naked together in the bed where I could never be.  I was
both fascinated and repelled.  The old man's dick was growing.
Ruthie started singing a song to him, so softly that I couldn't
make it out.  Then she took her father's dick in her hand and
begin to rub up and down its length.  It wasn't long before he
was hard.  And so, I am ashamed to admit, was I.
     Ruthie crawled up on the bed.  "Be still, Daddy," she whis-
pered.  "I'll do everything."  She straddled his hips and lowered
herself.  Aroused and shocked, I watched her slip him into her
all the way.  She 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 had been leaning against the doorjamb and learned at
that moment the meaning of a `heart leaping up into one's
throat.' I damn near fell forward out of the closet and into the
room.  Adrenalin flowed and my cock shriveled 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 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.  Ruthie
gently fucked her father and talked about me as she had so often
made love to me and talked about him.
     She recounted 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.  He's
had plenty of chance 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 Wil-
liams 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 love-making was getting heavy and she was
close to her climax.  His hand was between her legs now and I
guess he was putting his finger on her clitoris as I had some-
times done.  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 coming, Daddy,
oh come too, Daddy, come in me Daddy," and she threw her body
over his and was hugged him to her.  She screamed again 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 coming, 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 it all, she was still the woman I loved.
My dick was rock hard and I wanted to pull it out but I didn't
dare.  I just stood 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.  Their love for each other was so palpable I could
feel its reality.
     Crying, softly, I eased the door shut and went into the
storeroom.  No need to use the window.  I walked down the stairs,
out the back door and somehow found my car.
     I didn't go straight home.  It was only eleven-thirty in the
morning and there wasn't enough bourbon in the house for what I
needed to do.  There might not be enough in the entire state of
Kentucky, but I settled for a half-gallon of Wild Turkey and went
home.
     I couldn't think, I couldn't focus:  my mind was too busy
protecting me to allow time for thought.  I added water to my
first drink and noticed how badly my hands were shaking.  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 witness them
only to further my own cause.  But what I had seen was so far
beyond what I had expected that I just couldn't integrate it.
Four drinks later I stopped shaking.  Now sufficiently numbed, I
began to asses the situation.
     Obviously -- Well, assuming I hadn't just watched a play put
on for my benefit, and I doubted that -- obviously Ruthie had
been as honest with her father about me as she had been 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 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 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, and 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.  And now I knew that she had
been completely honest with him about me.  He, not she, had said
that I was only her second lover besides himself.  But he had
been making it with his own daughter for ten years.  I needed
another drink; screw the water - 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 lie on the bed while she
attacked him?  I took a long swig.
     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 to get
rid of her mother.  I threw back my head and laughed at what
Ruthie had done to her mother.
     It was all so ridiculous that I could no longer think.  The
last thing I remember before passing out was wanting 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.  Someone was assaulting the knocker on
the front door.  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 made my way
the few steps to the door and opened it, prepared to yell an
obscenity at the salesman who had disturbed my drunken sleep.  I
peered out through the screen and 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 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 realize she was coming
into the shower with me.  She started the water as I 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 quick-
ly slipped off hers, too.  "Well?" she teased.
     The water cleansed me in more ways than one.  I get drunk
about once a year, and never as I had that afternoon.  I felt
trashy dirty and the water helped.  Ruthie and her bathcloth and
her tongue helped, too.  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 was a sick man and Ruthie was 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 at least half-alive again I turned to her.  Water
glistened her breasts.  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 bodies.  It was good.  I
might not have been able to think straight but I could feel.
After a long time, Ruthie knelt down and took me in her mouth.  I
closed my eyes and felt the love she was giving me.  I wanted to
freeze time, to stop our lives forever at that moment.  I
wouldn't have to think anymore and I could just feel.  It was
unlike any oral sex I'd ever had.  I didn't want to come, I just
wanted it to continue.  Ruthie didn't seem to be trying to make
me come.  It was an almost nonsexual act, just a love act.  I
lost track of time and floated, enjoying the love 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
better, no drive to climax.  It was just what it was, Ruthie's
expression of love for me -- and one of the most satisfying times
of my whole life.
     I don't know how long it might have continued, but I have an
old water heater and little by little the water grew colder.
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 closed the faucets.  We dried ourselves,
each with our own towel.  Then I took her hand and wordlessly led
her into the bedroom.  We lay side by side for a while, not
touching, just looking at each other.  When the kissing and the
touching began it was definitely sexual.  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.  Sad because I finally began to
consider the day's events.  Ruthie curled up on my arm and nes-
tled 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 my
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 stretched like a cat and smiled, her head on the pillow
beside me, her face framed by 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 to me and I just said yes to you."
     The adrenalin hit me for the second time that 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 as you
know everything about us.  You see, Jack, 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.  "Would you have kept
seeing me if you'd known I was giving him a play-by-play account
about us?  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'd say
`yes.' You're the only honest man I've ever known besides my
father.  I'll marry you tomorrow if you want."
     I was silent.  I tried a quick review of 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 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, dear 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'll 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 sexual
people.  She knows I'm writing this but hasn't yet asked to read
it.  Maybe one day she will.  I'm 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 think she proba-
bly does.  The opportunity is there.  I can't ask you to under-
stand 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 29 now.  We have a two-year-old
girl and a baby son, eleven months.  The boy is dark like me but
the girl is very fair.  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 a
little bit like her mother.
     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 don't feel totally comfortable with him.  It's
getting better.  Except for the socially "horrible" things he did
with his daughter, he seems 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; I sense that her enthusiasm is a
result of her love for me.  That love is returned without reser-
vation.  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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consider the day's events.  Ruthie curled up on my arm and nes-
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