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===== Ruthie, by 'Jack' (part 3 of 6) =====



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. God, Ruthie, I've missed you."
	Our mouths met. Her taste was sweet and fresh, and her mouth 
opened freely to admit my tongue. She sucked on it and tickled it with 
her own while her hands wandered up and down my back and finally came to 
rest on my ass, which she pulled forward towards her, grinding herself 
against my 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 whatever she had to offer. She could have 
control of me completely.
	"Let's get out," she said suddenly. "Let's walk for a while." 
So, we got out of the car and began to walk down the road. 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 times 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 incredible 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 probing.  When he pushed
his dick against me that night, I knew he was trying to it get inside. 
	Jack, I can't tell you how I felt. I was scared to death that it 
would go in me, but the things that he'd been doing to me for the last 
six months had made me think a lot about what it would be like if he 
ever put it inside. I 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 thirteen." 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 vaseline from the side of the 
bed. He spread some on his dick until it glistened, then he got back on 
top of me and took his dick in his hand. He led it to my hole, and began 
to push.
	"Push back, honey," he moaned. "If you want Daddy to fuck you, 
push back."
	Jack, I was as turned on as I'd ever been, but 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 really, 
after a while, 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 further in, he just was kissing me 
and tickling my breasts, playing with my hair, and running his hands 
around my ass. Tickling my breasts turned me on again, in spite of the 
pain. He started sucking my nipples and rubbing his tongue over them, 
and I almost forgot the pain in my pussy because he was making my 
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 know 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 psychological 
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 resentment 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 happened?"
	"My Daddy, Jack. He was in a wreck. Some drunk kid hit his car, 
and he was in a wreck. Oh God, Jack, please come down here. I need you. 
Please come right now!" She was obviously hysterical, A small detached 
part of me felt like I was making a guest appearance in one of the 
afternoon soap operas, but I was far too emotionally attached to Ruthie 
by now to do anything but go to her. She really sounded like she needed 
my help.
	"Ruthie, I can be there in ten minutes. Is he hurt bad?"
	"I don't know. Nobody will tell me anything. Please, Jack, if 
you care anything about me, come to me now."
	I did, and I did.  I found her sitting in the 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 composure 
from the intensity of her kiss.
	"They finally came out and told me. It's not as bad as they 
thought. His neck is sprained, and his head was cut really bad, but 
that's the worst. The bad thing was that he lost a lot of blood because 
the damned ambulance took so long getting to him. Would you believe 
there was another wreck and they couldn't get through? Isn't that just 
ridiculous, he could have bled to death. Anyway, they say he'll be here 
four or five days, then he can come home."
	I hate to sound selfish, but five days of Ruthie without her 
father's presence sounded mighty good to me. I didn't hate the old man, 
but I surely hadn't formed any attachment to him. He was my competitor 
for Ruthie.
	"I feel 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 challenge. 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 obsession. 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 relationship with 
her father...

	After we did it that first night, I woke about five in the 
morning. Jack, I was sore, but I was so horny I couldn't stand it. I 
wanted to do it again. I got up, and tiptoed to my parents' room. My mom 
was home and they were both asleep. I looked at them in bed, and I think 
that was the first time I felt jealous and envious of my mother. She was 
in bed with my Daddy, and I wanted to be there instead. I won't say that 
I hated her, but 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 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 fingers pulling my 
pussy open, then he surprised me by putting one finger inside of me. He 
started rotating his finger around inside my pussy and pushing it in and 
out, and another finger snuck up and started teasing my button again. 
His dick was still playing with my back hole, and his left hand was 
teasing my breasts until they felt swollen.
	It was so romantic, Jack. The moon was out and it reflected on 
the waves while Daddy and I floated in the warm water. 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 enjoying 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 
untill 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 suddenly. 
"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 dancing, 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 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 repeated itself over 
and over in my mind: I kept hearing Ruthie say, "Make me another baby, 
Daddy. Mama can't stop us this time." 
                                                            


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