From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Story Of Ruthie [1/3] Date: 27 May 1996 18:34:23 GMT Ruthie Part One Ruthie Barker was the girl who made me forget all of my inhibitions long enough to ask her if she wanted to meet someone new. When she said sure and told me where she lived, I said I'd ride home with her and walk back to get my car. She stopped in front of a brick house and turned off the lights. "This is where you live?" I asked. She said no and pointed to a white two-storey house with the second story porch roof beginning to sag. "I live there, but my Dad wouldn't like it if a guy brought me home." I looked at her. It was too dark to see now but at the store I had seen the long straight shiny blonde hair that curled up at the bottom and framed a soft face with tiny features. I had seen the white ankles that made you want to take off her shoes. This was no teenager and I didn't get it. "Ruthie, how old are you?" "Twenty-three," she responded. "And you father doesn't allow you to date?" I could feel her looking at me. "You must be the only guy in town who doesn't know about me," she whispered. "Know what?" I responded. "If we're gonna see each other at all, you need to know so I'll tell you now. I'd like to be with you, but you need to know this about me because it's not going to change even if you still want to see me." "Go on." "Okay," she sighed. "My father and I sleep together. That's why I don't get asked out - everybody here knows. No, don't say anything, let me tell it all. It started when I was twelve and my mother worked as a nurse at night. At first my Daddy just came into my room after I was in my PJs, and he sat at the bottom of the bed and talked to me. While he talked, he played with my feet. He didn't tickle, I think of it now as a gentle caress that he did with his hands. It felt good, in fact, it made me feel a little funny but I didn't know why. And we just talked. I really loved my Dad... " And she told me. I'll never forget the night he started things going further. I had on a pink nightie, kind of thin and short because it was hot. I didn't have any cover on, either. When he came in, he just looked at me for a while and smiled. I moved my feet so he could sit down, but instead he sat down beside me. We talked some and he was smiling, then he put his hand on my tummy. I felt kind of strange because he didn't seem like he was trying to tickle me, just caressing me like he did with my feet. When he moved his hand up to my left breast he just kept on talking like nothing had changed, and I was so shocked that I just kept listening. Usually we talked about all kinds of different things but when he started touching my breast and saw that I was going to let him do it... Jack, I was so surprised and confused that I was scared to say anything. Then he started talking in the same calm tone about how much he loved me and loved touching me and he never wanted anything to happen so that we couldn't have what he called "our times together.' I didn't know what to do, so I said, "Me too, Daddy," and that's when he started to put his hand inside. I was frozen and I was scared but I didn't go anything. I started to feel guilty. Jack, the first few times I felt so guilty about it all because, even at twelve, I knew it was wrong, but I liked it! It felt good, and I liked it. Anyway, on that first night, after he put his hand inside, I could feel his fingers on my breast. I had fairly big ones for being twelve, but I hadn't really thought about letting anybody touch them. I thought my parents would kill me. And there I was with my father playing with my left breast. When he saw I wasn't going to do anything, he really started to get serious then. He unbuttoned the buttons and pulled them back so he could see. "Ruthie!" he said to me, "you're as big as your mother," which I wasn't, and then he said, "and much prettier." I was just about to get up enough courage to say, "Daddy, should we be doing this?" when he started kissing them. Oh, Jack, I was so scared, but I liked it and it felt good, and I didn't want to ruin our times, so I let him do what he wanted. And I was also getting excited. I just couldn't help it, he was so good, and I loved him because he was my Daddy, and I knew he shouldn't be doing it and I felt guilty because I was letting him, but I couldn't stop because it felt too good. He lay down on top of me and just licked and sucked my breasts until I was really aroused. He was rubbing against my inside legs, too, and I could feel that it was wet down there, and my nipples were real hard, and my breasts felt like they were swollen. When he finally got up and asked me to take off my nightie, I just stared, speechless, so he started to take it off - and again, I let him do it. I was really scared then because I didn't know what he was going to do and I was also really really aroused. He lay down beside me and kind of pulled me sideways to him so he could put my breast back in his mouth, but then he put his hand down between my legs. When he first started to rub my hole with his fingers, I thought I was going crazy. There I was, a totally sexually inexperienced twelve- year-old girl, and my father was doing things to me I didn't know existed, and a part of me wanted to run, and a part of me was so totally turned on that I couldn't believe it. He rubbed what he called my button, then he would put his finger in the hole, and all that time he sucked and licked at my nipples. From that very first night, I found out that I have incredibly sensitive nipples, and it's real easy to turn me on if you play with them with your tongue. After a while, I started having these jerks between my legs that I couldn't control, and my breath got shorter and shorter. I remember thinking that I was moaning and I didn't know why, but I couldn't help it. He knew I couldn't do anything to stop him then - he knew I was about to cum even though I didn't have any idea what was about to happen. He jumped up on the bed and put his face down there and started sucking on my button and pushing at it with his tongue. I think I was almost unconscious, I was so overwhelmed with all these feelings and then I heard myself moaning, "Lick it harder, Daddy," and I was pushing up off the bed at him and then everything in the world exploded. Oh, Jack, my first orgasm was so incredibly good! I was so out of control that all my guilt was just overpowered by that orgasm. I came and came for what seemed like several minutes. When it was finally over, I was so exhausted that I almost fell asleep with Daddy still between my legs. He raised up, and came up beside me, and kissed me on the cheek and started playing with my hair, and he was saying things like "You're so beautiful, Ruthie" and "I love you so much, Ruthie" and I finally raised up and kissed him and said, "I love you, too, Daddy, but I'm so tired." He said, "Okay, honey, I'll see you tomorrow" and he got up and left. I was so drained that I was probably asleep by the time he got to the door. I didn't know what to say, but I knew that my dick was aching, it was so hard. Her story had made me so horny that I was about to jump on her but instead, she slipped across the seat and into my arms. I wanted to kiss her so bad I couldn't stand it, but she pushed my head away. "If you're holding me like this, then you don't feel like the others. They either laughed at me or were mean to me or - usually - just ignored me. But I have to finish telling you about me." "I don't care," I tried to nuzzle against her ear. "Right now, I just want to touch you and love you and kiss you." But she wasn't ready yet. I think that now that she had found a sympathetic audience, she had some guilt to spill out. She did kiss me lightly on the mouth, but then she said, "We have all the time in the world to do what we want, and I know places, but I have to finish so you know what kind of girl you're getting." I sighed. By this time, I had my hand on her left breast and she let it stay, but I couldn't feel much because she had a jacket on. "We can play with each other while I talk, okay? But I've got to tell it." Saying that, she pulled her coat open so I could get at her and as she started again, she began to try to get my swollen dick out - and kept talking. The next day, I was tired and scared and really upset. I didn't want to go to school because I thought everybody would be able to look at me and see that I was different and know what had happened. But I couldn't think of any excuse my mother would believe so I got on the bus. When nobody acted like anything was different, I went on to school and stayed. By this time, Ruthie had my dick out of my pants and was doing incredible things to it with her long, thin fingers. Sometimes she caressed it so lightly that I wasn't sure she was even touching it; other times she pulled it with long firm strokes. I had her shirt halfway open and was doing everything I knew to turn her on with my fingers - she wasn't letting me get my mouth on her nipples yet - but I felt like my touchings were amateur blunderings compared with her skilled hands. A dozen times I thought I would cum, but each time she settled me down, only to start up again after I relaxed a little. The pain in my balls was starting to grow and I knew that sometime that night, I was going to have to cum, even if I had to do it myself. What I wanted was for her to lower her sweet mouth over my dick and let me shoot everything I had down her throat. But she was still full of talk, so I waited, as much turned on by her story as by her - and she was far from finished with telling me her story. I had decided at school that I had to talk to Daddy when he came to my room that night. I had decided that I was going to put on something really unsexy because the more I thought about it, I realized that I had been dressing to turn him on, even though I hadn't meant to. I wanted to tell him I hadn't meant to dress like that and that I was scared and felt really guilty and I didn't think we ought to do that kind of stuff anymore. The worst thing of all was that I just couldn't lie to myself, and I knew that I had liked it while it was going on. After that first time, I really didn't want it to happen again, but I was afraid that if I let it start, then I would want it and not be able to stop it. See, the thing was, I didn't blame my Daddy, or hate him or anything. I still loved my Daddy very much, I just felt like I had done stuff to make him think that I wanted to do things like we had done last night and I had decided that at bedtime, I was going to explain it to him. He was way ahead of me, though, and I never got my chance. I had gotten out of my bath and was drying off when he slipped into the bathroom, and I didn't even hear him until his arms went around me from behind. I jumped and dropped the towel, and each of his hands took one of my breasts. My heart started beating really fast and I kept saying to myself, "Slow down, Ruthie, and tell him," but while I tried to think of what to say, he was already starting to turn me on. One hand went down between my legs and as I finally started to try and tell him, I totally lost my cool when I realized he was naked too. I had seen pictures of guys' dicks. Even at twelve, I knew what he was pushing between my legs from behind. He was moving it around and rubbing me with it in some places while his fingers were touching other places and the shock of my Daddy's dick touching me down there just took my breath away and my thinking away so that I couldn't do anything but stand there naked while he got me hot again. And I have to tell you, it didn't take long. He was really good with his fingers, and sometimes he would push his dick up so that the tip was at my back hole. I was scared to death that he was going to try to put it in there, but feeling it touching me there just drove me absolutely wild. After a while, I was so turned on that I started thinking what it would be like if he did put it in there but even through all this, I trusted my Daddy and figured that he would know the right thing to do. He did, too. He was playing with me in three places where a girl is most sensitive and I don't know what turned me on the most, his fingers squeezing my little nipple like they squeezed his cigarettes, or his other hand playing with my button or his dick playing with my back hole. I think that after a while, the tip did start to go inside, but he never pushed enough to hurt, just enough to feel good. I couldn't help it, I came just as hard as last night and I heard myself repeating over and over, not even conscious that I was saying it, "Don't stop Daddy, don't stop." After I came, he just held me in his arms. My guilt was on hold because I felt so good. I felt totally fulfilled and I also felt a love for my Daddy, who had made me feel that way. I just couldn't help it, the pleasure was so good that there was no room for anything else but love. I felt something else, too, and that made just a little bit of guilt come back, but I felt it anyway. I felt like I wanted to see my Daddy naked, I wanted to see his dick, and I might even want to touch it. But for then, I was so tired that I just stood there and let him hold me. If he had let go, I think I would have fallen over. We must have stood there for five minutes or so with me like a limp rag doll and him holding and cuddling. Finally he turned me around to face him. I was looking at him now but he was holding me so tightly that I couldn't see anything but his chest. But I could feel his dick pushing in on my stomach and it was still real hard. My breasts were flattened against his lower chest and he kept holding me real tight, almost as if he wasn't ready for me to see. Then, he slid down my body, kissing at my breasts and stomach until he was on his knees. I knew what he was going to do then and I almost cried out for him to stop but then his face was between my legs and his tongue was playing round like it was trying to get up my front hole and I knew then that I had wanted him to do more. Even as he sucked at me, I could feel guilt and even shame and I wanted to tell him that I hadn't wanted him to do this and that he could stop if he wanted to but I knew that the feelings and the sounds of slurping were driving me crazy again and I knew I wouldn't say a word, at least not until he was finished. My back was against the sink and my body was curved in a backward arc as I pushed myself at Daddy so he could suck harder. Remember, I was twelve and this was only my second time, but it was already beginning to dawn in my mind what he was doing. For a while he would really try to make me cum by sucking my button or playing with it with his lips or his teeth. Then, as I got hotter, he would back off and not let me finish. He was playing with me and making me want it, and it was driving me absolutely crazy. The sucking sounds and the slurping as he licked his tongue across my hole, and the sucking sound when he sucked at my hole like he wanted something to come out were making things even worse. I had totally lost control again. Finally, I grabbed his head in my hands and started screaming, "Come on Daddy, make me do it!" because I didn't even know what to call it yet but I needed it, yes I needed for him to make it happen. He was sucking on my button now and I knew I was getting close again. I didn't want him to stop this time, I didn't want him to play with me anymore, I really needed it this time. I was up on the tips of my toes, pushing on this sink with my back and pushing out my legs at him. I started jutting my hips out in sharp pushes at his face, and I pulled his face against my hole. "Come on Daddy, finish me this time, please finish me, come on Daddy!" and then I was gone, my hips still pushing back and forth but completely beyond my control now. If the first two cums were good, this one was harder and better because he had made me want it so bad, and I had helped make it happen by moving my own body. As silly as it may sound, that still seems to me to be one of the strongest cums I ever had, though maybe it was just the first really really good one. I didn't want it to stop, and then for a while, I didn't think it was going to, and that was okay too, to just go on and on cumming with Daddy sucking on me. When it finally did start to slow down, I was so weak that I couldn't stand up and I sank down into Daddy's lap. I cuddled up against him. Then for a minute I was awake again because I knew that my hand had brushed against his dick and I tried to move my hand so that I would touch it again, but Daddy picked me up in his arms and carried me into my bedroom. I hardly had the energy to say goodnight, but as he brushed my hair back and covered me up, still naked, I remember what I said to him. I said, "Thank you, Daddy." As she finished, I was so turned on by her and her story that the fact that she was talking about incest and enjoying it made no difference to me. It was like she was all talked out now, and we just sat there while she drove my dick crazy with her fingers. She looked up at me and said, "Now, do you still want to see me again?" "And again and again," I answered and that was when she first kissed me. It wasn't a long kiss but it was incredible one. "Jack, I have to go in, he'll be waiting." I started to protest but she put her fingers to my lips and whispered gently, "You need to get off, don't you?" I nodded silently. She kissed me again and lowered her head to my lap. My cock slipped into her mouth soundlessly and as gently as into water but then Ruthie began to suck. I could tell this was to be no long teaser. Ruthie wanted to go in and see her Daddy, but she apparently cared enough about me to let it wait a little while. Her mouth was like a sucking machine, and she had no trouble letting my whole dick slip down into her mouth when she wanted to. I could feel her lips on my pubic hair at times, but with the pressure and the urgency of her sucking, I couldn't hold out. When it came it was painful because the spurts were so strong that I had no control. I thought I must be choking her but she just buried it to the hilt and rubbed it frenziedly with her tongue until I finally was empty. I felt as empty as I had ever felt but Ruthie popped back up, kissed me and said, "When we have time, I can do better than that. I'll see you at the store tomorrow night. Bye." I could only respond, "Don't forget" as I slipped out of the car. I stood there as she moved on up to her house. She didn't know I had stayed but she popped out of the car and bounced into the house. I couldn't help but notice the enthusiasm and as I walked back to my car I kept thinking, "I wonder if she has him in her mouth now?" But I also made plans to be sure that I could be at the store the next night. From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Story Of Ruthie [2/3] Date: 27 May 1996 18:35:46 GMT Ruthie Part 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, then, finally exhausted, went home and fell asleep. I was so anxious to see Ruthie that I got to the store extra early the next night. I was anticipating being with her so much that it never even crossed my mind that she might not come. She didn't. I waited almost two hours in the parking lot and she never showed. I was sure that each car would be her, but she never came at all. Finally about ten o'clock, I drove over to her house and parked across the street. Lights were on upstairs, and I just stared, waiting for something to happen and wondering what to do. About eleven, the lights went out and that's when I began to get mad. It was beginning to seem like Ruthie had used me to spill her guilt trip, willing to trade one sweet blow job in return, while she had fascinated me to the point where I was almost obsessed with her. I finally drove home, got drunk and went to bed. The next morning about ten, I was drinking coffee and nursing a hangover when she knocked at the door. I didn't know how she had found my house, but I knew she had, and that it was her at the door. It was. She looked like a virgin dressed for church. She had on a pale blue dress and white heels. Her blonde hair hung down below her shoulders and I would have attacked her on the spot if I had followed my first impulse. Instead, in answer to her beautiful smile and silence, I simply said "Come in". "I'm really sorry about last night," she started out. "I couldn't help it. He took me out to dinner, and we spent the evening together. But I thought about you some." One thing was for sure-any guilt Ruthie had ever had about sleeping with her father was gone now. She talked about it as if it was an every day thing (which, of course, it was). "I hope you had a good time," I played for time, being carefully neutral. "Jack, I've told you, it's not going to change. I'm going to be there for him when he wants me. If you want me too, then I'll be there for you when I can. Then she smiled sweetly. "He's working today until five so I have to be home by four-thirty." Then she was molding her body against me, and kissing me like a child sucks the juice from a ripe orange. She started licking my ear, then she 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 awhile we just touched and kissed and learned about each other, then finally Ruthie stood up and pulled her dress up 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 was not an ounce of fat, but she didn't look skinny either, just a mature young woman with absolutely perfect proportions. I am turned on by nipples, and seeing Ruthie's were like looking at one of my own fantasies. Her nipples were a pale but true pink, not much larger than a pencil eraser but with definite form. Her areoles were about the size of a quarter, small but in perfect proportion to the nipples. They looked a little like a young girl's nipples, but the full breasts said that this was a woman. Her stomach was flat and her shining light pubic bush was also small. It didn't look like she cut it, it just looked natural. Her hips were thin, and what I could see of her legs made me assume they were the same perfect proportion. As she climbed back on the bed, she pulled open my bathrobe, and placed herself astride me. I guess Ruthie was used to sex without any hangups, because she took my dick in her hand and, without a word, slipped it inside her. And there, with the incredible feeling of Ruthie holding my cock inside her velvet pussy, she began to talk again. "After what I told you 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 did not come. I waited and waited and he did not 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. But 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 that 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 awhile together." After all the things we had done, simply being naked with him did not seem too bad, so I slipped the gown over my head and crawled in. The first thing I realized was that daddy was naked. I could feel all of his hot body against mine. I hate to say it, Jack, but I liked the feeling. I liked it a lot. Daddy began to kiss my neck, then he pulled the covers back and began to play with my breasts. My feelings of want overcame my fear, and I just lay there and enjoyed it while his tongue tickled my nipples. His hand went down my stomach and stopped between my legs but he just teased me this time, no serious playing. There was a question I had to ask, and so I did. "Daddy, how come you don't want me to touch you, too?" He stopped playing with me, raised up, and looked into my eyes. "Is that what you want?" he asked. "I dunno," I replied. "I guess I just wondered." "If you're sure, then just put your hand down there and you'll find me. But if you start to touch me, then I will want you to do the same thing to me that I do to you with my mouth. You can make me feel good with your mouth just like I make you feel good, if you're ready. So don't start until you're ready." I vaguely knew what he wanted me to do. I had heard about girls sucking on boy's dicks. I even had a girl friend who claimed that she sucked her brother's dick every night, although I didn't believe it. But I had seen daddy's dick before when I peeked in the bathroom while he was taking a bath, and it didn't scare me all that much, so I reached down and found him. Daddy jumped when my hand found his dick, and I didn't find what I thought I was going to find at all. Instead of a floppy little thing like a sausage, what I had my hand on was a thick stiff curved rod that jerked when I touched it. My question came out unbidden. "What's the matter with it? Why is it so big?" He cuddled me against him, but I kept my hand around it. "Ruthie, honey, when a man gets in a sexy mood, it grows big like that. Do you know about making love?" I really didn't, so I shook my head. "Sugar," he started, "when a man and a woman have sex, the man puts his dick into the woman's hole... down here." With that, he touched my hole. I shuddered. I couldn't imagine anything that huge going up inside me. "He puts it up inside her, and he shoots out some juice inside her that makes her have a baby. But that's not the only reason they do it. They also do it because it feels good. It feels better that when I kiss you down there. But you are not old enough for that yet." I could not imagine anything feeling better than daddy kissing me down there, but I was glad he thought I wasn't old enough, because I was terrified of him trying to put that thing up in my hole. He went on. "Maybe some day we'll do that when you're older and if you want to, but for now, I only want you to kiss me the way I kiss you. It feels good to a man if a girl puts his dick in her mouth and sucks it like a Popsicle. Do you think you could do that?" I had to stop her. For some time, Ruthie had been controlling me like a puppet. I said she had a velvet pussy, but she could contract her muscles around me with a strong grip. She would ride me like a pony for awhile, then when she thought I was getting close, she would back off, which was frustrating me and teasing me but turning me on so much I couldn't stop her. But now, I knew I couldn't hold it any longer. "Wait a minute, Ruthie," I panted. "I need to know if you're on the pill because I'm going off now." She just smiled, stopped talking for a minute, and increased her pressure and movement to a higher level. She was milking me like a cow and the pressure built until I finally exploded, sending wave after wave of my juice into her incredible body. As I emptied my balls into Ruthie, she leaned forward, her blonde hair cascading down on my chest, her breasts hanging forward, and she pulled my head up to her nipples. Wishing I could suck both, I closed my mouth around her right breast and sucked like a baby. I had never had such a strong need to cum inside a girl, the pleasure was intense and the need to let it out was so strong that there was actually pain along with the pleasure. To be honest, I was almost glad when it was over because the pain and intensity of it had scared me just a little. When she sensed that I was finished, she raised up, slipping me out of her, and lay down beside me. She offered her mouth to me and gave me a few soft kisses, then raised up to look me in the eye. "Thank you," she whispered. "I wanted you to enjoy it." "I did," I responded. "It was the best one I ever had." "Why don't you turn over and I'll rub your back," she smiled. Ruthie was as talented at back massage as she was sex. As much as she had turned me on earlier, now she relaxed me with her talented hands. And as she massaged, she began to talk again about her daddy. "It was so weird, Jack. There we were in bed, and I was still thinking that this shouldn't be happening, but daddy was doing things to my breasts that felt so good that I could not bring myself to make him stop. And I was lying there with his dick in my hand, and remember, I still hadn't seen it, just touched it. I didn't know if I wanted to try to suck it or not, but he had told me that he wanted me to if I touched it, and I didn't want to stop touching it. Every once in a while, it would jerk and seem to get a little bigger. I thought about what it might feel like to have him put it inside me and I knew that I was terrified about that, but in that time when we were lying there together, I also realized that it was going to happen. Sooner or later, daddy would put his dick inside me, and I knew something else. Even though I didn't want him to do it then, that when the time came, I would want him to do it. I thought that maybe, someday, I might even ask him to do it. Finally he spoke to me. "Ruthie, do you think you can make me feel good with your mouth like I did to you? Do you think you can suck it?" I couldn't tell him how scared I was, so I just said "Daddy, if you want me to, I'll try." He looked at me and I felt love and understanding. "Take it slow, honey, because I want you to enjoy it, too. Don't rush it. When you're ready, just slip it in your mouth and pretend it's a Popsicle." He waited while I pulled the covers down to reveal his dick for the first time. Jack, I don't know how to describe what I felt when I first saw it other than to say I was fascinated. It really didn't look like something I would want to put in my mouth, but the thought didn't gross me out, either. I was just fascinated. I slipped down in the bed until my face was even with his dick. It smelled fresh and clean. One thing about my father, I have never gone to bed with him when he wasn't clean. I decided that I might start by licking it with my tongue, and if I did not like that, then I would tell him. So, I started licking around my daddy's dick. When it jerked, it reminded me of my jerks when he was kissing me. It seemed to jerk most when I licked underneath. To tell the truth, licking it didn't particularly excite me, but it wasn't so bad. But I knew that he really wanted me to put it in my mouth. I knew I couldn't get it in very far, but I could suck the tip. So I scrunched up my courage and said to myself, "Do it, Ruthie, it's what he wants and he loves you." I slipped the tip of my daddy's dick into my mouth. I LIKED it. I really did. The feeling of having my daddy's dick inside me was pleasant. It was more than pleasant, it made me feel funny like when he kissed my button. I sucked and licked it with my tongue. And I tried to get more of it in my mouth. It was jerking and I liked that, too. I decided I would do what he had said: suck it like a Popsicle. The feeling was very nice to me and I sucked on him, knowing it was wrong and not caring. Then, suddenly he interrupted me. He had begun to push off the bed, but now he said, "Ruthie, stop now. I'm going to cum." I remembered what he said about shooting his juices, and I did not want to get pregnant. I was enjoying it, but I stopped when he told me to. "Rub it with your hand, up and down," he whispered. I took it in my hand and rubbed up and down like he said. "Faster," he moaned, and I did it as hard as I could. I had never seen cum before, but suddenly, a white cream shot out of his dick, all over his stomach, and some of it got in my hair. "Oh Ruthie, honey, that was so good, you are so beautiful," he gasped as he lay back. I could see that he was really tired which was curious. I knew that he had cum, and I knew that after he made me cum, I was really turned on, but he seemed like he was tired. I hate to say it, but I was a little disappointed, because I was hoping that he would lick me down there, too. Instead, we just cuddled against each other and I could tell that he was really relaxed and happy, so I was, too. Then, after a while, he turned on his side, and pulled me closer to him. I jumped when his dick first touched my pussy, but he put his hand down on it, and rubbed it back and forth against me. God, Jack, the feelings I was having then were so incredibly strong. I was scared to death that he was going to try to put it inside me, but I also was so turned on by my daddy's dick rubbing across my hole that I knew that if he wanted to, I couldn't stop him. He didn't put it in me for six more months, but if he had wanted to that night, I would have let him. Right then, I did not care if he made a baby in me or not, I would have let him. Instead, he just kept rubbing me with his dick and his fingers, and I knew I was going to cum soon, and I did. It wasn't a super cum, but I guess I would describe it as a good, warm, loving cum. I felt good, and I loved my daddy, and that night, I fell asleep in his arms. I felt no guilt that night. I was so relaxed by what this young girl was doing to my back that I might have fallen asleep if her story had not 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 was not used to submissive girls who only wanted to please, but I like the feeling, so I said "I'd like it if you would suck me a little." When Ruthie told me the other night that she could do better when she had time, she wasn't kidding. She might have had trouble getting her father's dick in her mouth that first night, but she had no trouble with mine. I had heard of girls who could relax their throats to the place that they could let a dick slip completely into their mouth, but I had never met one until Ruthie. I'm not real small, but when she bent her head over my dick and took it into her mouth, it disappeared to the base. I could feel that I must be half way down her throat, but it didn't bother her at all. I could tell she was trying hard to make me feel good and, boy, did she ever do it. She kept a steady sucking pressure but at the same time, her tongue was all over my dick, first the head, then all around the sides. Meanwhile, she tickled my balls with one hand, and with the other hand, she put one finger up my ass, and moved it in and out. She even added sound effects with the rest. She moaned and sighed, and made me feel like she was enjoying me like no girl I had ever met. I couldn't help it, I took her head in my hands and begin to fuck her mouth. She allowed me to do what I wanted and I plunged deep into her throat, time after time, with her tongue still going, until at last, I shot my cum deep into her mouth. Wave after wave poured down Ruthie's throat, and she drank it like water and sucked like she wanted more. Looking down at this young blond girl begging for my dick and sucking like she wanted to swallow it just about drove me insane. When my dick finally stopped shooting, I felt as empty as I ever had felt in my life. I also felt like I could not do without Ruthie, I needed her, and if the price was hearing her guilt trip, then I would listen all day. We snuggled up together, her head on my shoulder. I played with her breasts for awhile and for once, she did not 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. From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Story Of Ruthie [3/3] Date: 27 May 1996 18:36:43 GMT Ruthie Part Three I said earlier that I was almost obsessed by Ruthie. Now I tell you that after that afternoon with her, I was totally obsessed. 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 did not know her number. I wanted to visit her but I was afraid to go to the door, fearing that her father would answer my knock. I don't know if I was in love or in lust, but I knew that I was totally hung up on this incredibly sweet twenty-three year old woman who talked about fucking her father as if everyone did it. The next night, I went out with one of my girl friends, 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 did not 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 PM, 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 where had she been, but Ruthie didn't play those games. Instead, I came to her, took her in my arms, and say softly, "Oh, honey, I've missed you, too. I'm glad to see you. God, Ruthie, I've missed you." Our mouths met. Her taste was sweet and fresh, and her mouth opened freely to admit my tongue. She sucked on it and tickled it with her own while her hands wandered up and down my back and finally came to rest on my ass, which she pulled forward towards her, grinding herself against my already hard dick. Finally, she broke off the kiss. I tried to pull her back but she skipped away from me. "Know what I'd like to do tonight?" she teased. "Anything is okay with me," I responded, moving towards her. "I want to take a ride. I want to ride out in the country. Can we go for a ride, Jack?" It wasn't what I had in mind, but being with her was better than being without her so I said "Sure we can. When do you have to be home?" "Probably around eleven. I told him I was going to the library and to see a girl friend. Eleven ought to be safe." I had figured that taking a ride with Ruthie was the last thing I wanted to do, but I was wrong again. Before we had gotten out of the driveway, she was opening my pants. She said not a word, but just took out my dick. As I headed out of town, half out of my mind, Ruthie took my dick in her mouth and began to suck. She knew how to do things to my balls while she sucked that made it very difficult to stay on the road. Once, on the way out of town, I pulled up to a red light and there was a cop in the other lane. I was glad he couldn't see what was going on in my lap, because Ruthie was sucking me like a vacuum cleaner. Finally, we got out on a dark road, and I found a place to pull over, next to a corn field. The fact that I had been concentrating on my driving had kept me from cumming, but once parked, I lay back and waited. It wasn't long. My cock seemed to swell up to twice it's normal size, and then I was cumming, squirting, shooting, emptying myself in the sweet mouth of this incredible young girl. It was all I could do to keep from taking her head in my hands and thrusting my dick down her throat. The "ah" and "uh" sounds that came from me as I shuddered from the force of my need were purely instinctive. She was like a living force that controlled me. Cumming inside Ruthie is a very draining experience, in more ways that one. After three days of waiting for her, it was worth it. She raised up beside me. "I love the feel of your dick in my mouth, Jack. I love it when you come. It's so neat to drink your cum and know that I made you do it." Ruthie obviously wanted to have control over a man, perhaps because a man had always had control over her. I didn't care. I would take whatever she had to offer. She could have control of me completely. "Let's get out," she said suddenly. "Let's walk for awhile." So, we got out of the car and began to walk down the road. Soon, we came to a small lake, a pond really, a stream that had been dammed. "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 half way out of her clothes, so I quickly stripped and we took each other's hands and waded into the pond. It was cold but it did not 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 felt her hands encircle my waist, and her mouth closed over my dick. I stood there, seemingly by myself in the pond, while just beneath the surface, a water nymph was milking my cock with her sweet mouth. It was a very strange feeling. I wanted it to continue forever, but Ruthie finally ran out of air, and surfaced. Still, I was hard again, and excited again. I wanted her again, I couldn't help it. I was no longer cold. I pulled her slim body towards me. We were almost up to her neck in the water but she came willingly. I took my cock in my hand and glided it into her pussy. She was ready, and I entered her easily. She was floating now, her legs wrapped around my hips, and I fucked her with long, slow strokes that felt wonderful. And as I fucked her in the water in the soft twilight of the unknown farmer's pond, incredibly, she began to talk about her father again. "I think my daddy knew he could do anything he wanted to after I sucked him that night. After that, we did it a lot in my bed. He would come in, and I would be naked waiting for him. I still knew that what we were doing was wrong, but I didn't care anymore. I just wanted him to do me. And I did him every night, too. He played with my titties a whole lot. They really seemed to turn him on. He was always telling me how beautiful they were and how big they were. I knew they weren't all that big, because I had looked at some of the other girls at gym class in the shower. A lot of girls in my class had bigger ones than mine, but some were still pretty flat, so I was glad that I wasn't like that, because then daddy wouldn't have had anything to play with. Somehow my titties always got him going. Even on nights when he was tired, if I wanted to do it, I would just go find him and unbutton my shirt. Once he saw them, Jack, he couldn't keep his hands off them. He taught me things that a girl could do with her mouth that felt good to a man. But sometimes, I thought up little things of my own, and that always surprised him. He loved it when I came up with a new trick. I remember the first time he came inside my mouth. By then, I had seen him cum lots of times, and I had even tasted his cum because he asked me to lick it off his stomach. It was warm and tasted really salty-I didn't really love the taste, but I didn't dislike it that much, either, and I knew it was what he wanted me to do. He always told me when he was about to cum, and I would take my mouth off and rub his dick up and down with my hand. Sometimes I would play with his balls with my other hand but sometimes I would lick them with my tongue. One night, he told me he wanted me to try something new. "Ruthie," he whispered in my ear as he played with my pussy. "When you suck me tonight, I want you to try to keep it in your mouth while I cum. All you have to do is swallow it, and keep sucking. Do you think you could do that?" I had thought about what it would be like to drink my daddy's cum lots of times. I thought I could but I said, "I'm not sure, daddy, but I'll try." So I took his dick in my mouth and began to suck. I had my hand around the base and was moving my mouth up and down on the top part. Then I moved my hand down to his balls, tried to relax my throat like he had taught me to do, and took as much of him into my mouth as I could. Pretty soon, I could feel it start to jerk in my mouth and I could tell by the jerks that he was getting close to cumming. I was nervous, but I just also wanted to know what it would be like for daddy to shoot inside me. This was the time that I had always stopped and played with his dick with my hand while he came. But this time, he took my head in his hands, and held it down. God, Jack, when he started cumming in my mouth, I thought I would choke but he started whispering, "Swallow it, honey. Swallow it and keep sucking." I did it, and when he was finished, I was proud of myself. I knew I had made my daddy happy, and I knew that from now on, I could handle his cum in my mouth. I hadn't really tasted it that much but had just swallowed it, and it was no problem. I felt good because I had pleased him. That's all I thought about, I wanted to make my daddy feel good. I could hold back no longer. I grabbed Ruthie's ass and pulled her towards me strongly, once again emptying my dick into her pussy. She floated up against me and let me control her body while she paddled with her arms. I moved her up and down on my swollen dick until it erupted again and I was shooting my seed deep into the body of my beautiful water playmate. It was an incredible cum and I pulled her head to me and pressed my mouth against hers, totally out of control with my lust. She clung to me like a baby, giving and taking and enjoying the strength of the incredible emotion that we were feeling for each other. Then finally, she backed off me, floated away from me, 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 that I might have tread on forbidden ground. But then, she smiled a smile that was like a whisper of a memory that would always ride on the edge of her mind forever. Her answer was in a tone of reverence, and full only of love. "My thirteenth birthday was on a Saturday. My mom was still working the four to midnight shift. We had a party, and several of my friends came. A boy who I think was interested in me came, and we had a great time. After the party, my mom left to work and daddy and I cleaned up everything. As I was washing the dishes, he came up behind me and slipped his hands up under my sweatshirt until they were on my breasts. I felt my nipples getting hard and he took each of them between his fingers and played with them. "Did you have a good time today, honey?" he whispered in my ear as he caressed it with his tongue. "Oh daddy, I had a wonderful time." I turned around and we kissed each other with our mouths open. His hands were all over me, and I was soon turned on. I wanted him to suck my nipples right there, but he backed off. "Why don't we get in my bed," he suggested. I was ready, so we went into his room. You have to understand, Jack, daddy had been pushing at my pussy for six months with his dick, I think he was trying to stretch it so I could hold him down there. But that night, when he began to push against me, I knew something was was going to be different. "Ruthie," he whispered. "Today you are no longer a little girl. Today you became a teenager. Childhood never really ends, honey. There are memories of childhood in every grownup. But today was a special day for you, and I want to make tonight a special night for you, too, sweetheart. You will always be daddy's little girl, but tonight I want to show you what it's like to be a woman." I wasn't quite sure what he meant, so I just lay there. But I knew that 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 had been doing to me for the last six months had made me think a lot about what it would be like if he ever put it inside. I knew that I was curious enough about it that if he wanted to do it, I could not stop him. That night, I knew it was about to happen to me for the first time. I did not try to stop it. He had his dick positioned right on my hole, and he was pushing hard and squirming and moving around. The pressure hurt and I cried out once, I didn't mean to, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to help him but I just didn't know how. He backed off when I cried out, and hugged me to him. My words came out without my thinking about what I was saying. "Don't stop, daddy," I whispered. "I want to be a woman. I want you to put it in there." "God, Ruthie," he answered. "I've wanted to do this for so long, but I promised myself that I would wait until you were thirteen." Then, he slipped down between my legs. "I'm going to kiss you to get you ready." I figured I was about as ready as I was going to be. Even though it hurt, I felt the need to have him in there. But he started licking me, so I just gave in and let it feel good. He pushed his tongue into my hole, then pulled it out again. He rolled it around and around my button while he tried to open my hole with his fingers. With his other hand, he played with my back hole. Then he put both his hands under my ass and lifted me off the bed, pushing his mouth against me and sucking my button. I went off like a fire cracker, jerking in spasms that I had no control over. I was as hot as a oven, and I needed him to fill me up. I lost control and started screaming "Come on, daddy, fuck me. Please daddy, please fuck me." I guess he had never heard that word from me and probably didn't know that I knew it, but I think that when I said "Fuck me, daddy," he lost control, too. He got up, and took a jar of vaseline from the side of the bed. He spread some on his dick until it glistened, then he got back on top of me and took his dick in his hand. He led it to my hole, and began to push. "Push back, honey," he moaned. "If you want daddy to fuck you, push back." Jack, I was as turned on as I had ever been, but it HURT. Still, I pushed as much as I could, and tried to spread my legs wider so he could get his dick in. I spread them so far apart that I felt like I would split open but it still didn't go in. Daddy was breathing really hard, and I think I started to cry, but I was determined not to quit now. I was going to be a woman if it killed me. He put his hands under my hips and jerked me hard up against his body. His dick rammed against my hole with all the force that we could manage. Then, I was screaming and crying as the pain went up through my lower stomach, pulsing and throbbing, and daddy was moaning and gasping. He was INSIDE me. My daddy had his dick INSIDE MY PUSSY, only my pussy was on fire. It was a sharp pain, Jack, and it was really bad. I didn't think I could stand it. I felt like he must have had his whole cock inside me, but to my amazement, he started sliding it further in. I knew then that I couldn't hold it all. I just wasn't big enough yet. "Wait, daddy," I cried between gulps of air. "Please don't put it in any more. It hurts." I was crying, and he was sweating and puffing. Then, I heard him take a deep breath, and I think he was trying to get control of himself, because he stopped pushing and started kissing me and playing with my hair. "My brave little girl, my darling princess." Jack, he hadn't called me his princess in years, but it was my childhood name. The memories of it made me remember how much I loved my daddy, and I tried to stop crying. "Daddy," I gasped. "Just give me a minute to get used to it, it just feels like it's too big to go in me." "Do you want me to take it out?" he whispered. I knew that was the last thing he wanted. To tell you the truth, I did, because the pain was still killing me, but I just couldn't ask him to do it after he had called me his princess again. I liked being my daddy's princess. "No," I answered. "Just let me get used to it." And really, after a while, the sharp throbbing pain stopped, and it was replaced by what I guess I would call just a bad soreness. But it still felt like I had a telephone pole stuck up me. He didn't try to put it any further in, he just was kissing me and tickling my breasts, playing with my hair, and running his hands around my ass. Tickling my breasts turned me on again in spite of the pain. He started sucking my nipples and rubbing his tongue over them, and I almost forgot the pain in my pussy because he was making my titties feel so good. Finally, he put his hand down on my button and began to play with it. He was so gentle and so loving that gradually, the pain did not matter so much anymore. Now my emotions were in real conflict. My pussy still hurt, but I felt like my pussy was doing what it was meant to do for the first time. It was holding my daddy's dick inside me. I began to feel the needs of a woman, and I felt the need to have my daddy's dick inside me. It began to build inside me, and I began to move my hips against him. It still hurt but now I wanted more. I knew now what he meant about making me a woman. I whispered into his ear. "Fuck me now, daddy. Please daddy, fuck your little princess." He put his hands on my ass and pulled me up to him so that it started to go deeper again. This time, the pleasure overcame the pain, and I wanted it. Oh, Jack, I really wanted it. "Fuck me, daddy," I said out loud, then louder, "Come on, do it to me. I need it, push it all the way in. Fuck me daddy, fuck your little girl." He was all the way inside now, I could tell because I could feel our bodies touching. It hurt like hell but I now knew that I could do it, and I knew that I had never wanted anything in my life as much as I wanted my daddy to make his dick cum inside me. He had explained to me a long time ago that I could not 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 did not. 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 now, trying to get my daddy's dick as deep inside me as I could. I couldn't believe that he could get it all the way in, but he did, and I wanted it. It didn't feel like when he sucked me, it was different, but I liked the feeling. I NEEDED his dick inside me now. Pretty soon, I could tell that daddy was getting ready because he started pushing in and out faster and faster. He was breathing hard now, gasping for breath, and I was, too. I kept trying to spread my legs further and further apart, and pushed up at him, it was almost a reflex now because I wanted it, but he was still doing most of the work. Then, suddenly, I could feel it getting bigger and jerking, and he rammed it all the way up inside me. I didn't know it until then, but he had not really put it all the way in until then. The pain returned, but daddy was crying and moaning and I knew he was cumming inside me. I couldn't feel the juice, but I knew it was shooting out because he just held his dick all the way in, and stopped moving, and I could feel it jerking by itself inside my hole. Finally, he started to calm down and I knew it was over. I didn't cum that first time, but I was filled with love for my daddy and as he settled down against me, I hugged him and kissed his cheek. To my surprise, his cheek was wet. He was crying. "What's the matter, daddy?" I whispered. "Are you okay, princess?" "Daddy, I'm fine. I really am. I liked it, I really did." Slowly, he slipped out of me and we just cuddled for a long time. After awhile, I realized that daddy had gone to sleep in my arms. I thought about slipping out and going to my bed, but instead, I stayed in his arms for a long time, thinking about being my daddy's princess and the things that we had done. I really felt like a woman in those moments, and I wanted to fall asleep in my daddy's arms. But I knew that my mother would be home before long, so I finally slipped away and into my room. He didn't wake up. Ruthie's story had fired me up again. I literally attacked her by the pond, but I will say that she gave as much as she got. I had made love to perhaps as many as twenty women in my life. Every one of them was a blundering amateur beside Ruthie. I don't know if she stays wet all the time or what, but I never entered Ruthie when she wasn't wet and ready to go. She is just a girl who is in love with sex and is incredibly talented at it. We made passionate love by that pond until I again shot my cum into her wet pussy. Then, we jumped in the pond to cool off, put on our clothes, and took off for home. We made it back with ten minutes to spare.