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[EDITOR'S NOTE: This was download from Erogenous Zone (212 721 1204)
in New York City. I've put about 10 hours into copy editing on this.
When I edit copy for hire, I usually get paid about $35 per hour. I'm
not asking for money; simply pointing out that this is so well written
and so beautifully expressed that I felt typographical errors, the
occasional exotic syntax and a few odd spellings shouldn't be allowed
to get in the way. Whoever 'Jack Williams,' the author, really is, he
did a helluva job.

The story concerns a young girl and her father. It is explicit. It is
also superbly done. But if the subject matter is offensive to you,
then exit now and wipe the file.

The file was edited with WordPerfect 5.1 and converted to plain
vanilla ASCII, so anyone and everyone who want to read it should have
no trouble.

Folks, you're in for a treat. Read on if you dare!]


RUTHIE ONE

   Ruthie Barker was the girl who made me forget my inhibitions long
enough to ask her if she wanted to meet someone new. When she said
sure and told me where she lived, I said I'd ride home with her and
walk back to get my car. She stopped in front of a brick house and
turned off the lights.
   "This is where you live?" I asked. She said no and pointed to a
white two-story house with the second story porch roof beginning to
sag.
   "I live there, but my Dad wouldn't like it if a guy brought me
home." I looked at her. It was too dark to see now, but at the store I
had seen the long straight shiny blonde hair that curled up at the
bottom and framed a soft face with tiny 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 covers on, either. When he came in, he just looked at me for
a while and smiled. I moved my feet so he could sit down, but instead
he sat down beside me. We talked some and he was smiling, then he put
his hand on my tummy. I felt kind of strange because he didn't seem
like he was trying to tickle me, just caressing me like he did with my
feet. When he moved his hand up to my left breast he just kept on
talking like nothing had changed, and I was so shocked that I just
kept 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 do anything.
   I started to feel guilty.
   Jack, the first few times I felt so guilty about it all because,
even at twelve, I knew it was wrong, but I liked it! It felt good, and
I liked it.
   Anyway, on that first night, after he put his hand inside, I could
feel his fingers on my breast. I had fairly big ones for being twelve,
but I hadn't really thought about letting anybody touch them. I
thought my parents would kill me. And there I was with my father
playing with my left breast. When he saw I wasn't going to do
anything, he really started to get serious then. He unbuttoned the
buttons and pulled them back so he could see.
   "Ruthie!" he said to me, "you're as big as your mother," which I
wasn't, and then he said, "and much prettier." I was trying to get up
enough courage to say, "Daddy, should we be doing this?" when he
started kissing them. Oh, Jack, I was so scared, but I liked it and it
felt good, and I didn't want to ruin our times, so I let him do what
he wanted.
   And I was also getting excited. I just couldn't help it, he was so
good, and I loved him because he was my Daddy, and I knew he shouldn't
be doing it and I felt guilty because I was letting him, but I
couldn't stop because it felt too good. He lay down on top of me and
just licked and sucked my breasts until I was really aroused. He was
rubbing against my inside legs, too, and I could feel that it was wet
down there, and my nipples were real hard, and my breasts felt like
they were swollen.
   When he finally got up and asked me to take off my nightie, I just
stared, speechless, so he started to take it off -- and again, I let
him do it. I was really scared then because I didn't know what he was
going to do and I was also really aroused.
   He lay down beside me and kind of pulled me sideways to him so he
could put my breast back in his mouth, but then he put his hand down
between my legs.
   When he first started to rub my hole with his fingers, I thought I
was going crazy. There I was, a totally sexually inexperienced twelve-
year-old girl, and my father was doing things to me I didn't know
existed, and a part of me wanted to run, and a part of me was so
totally turned on that I couldn't believe it.
   He rubbed what he called my button, then he put his finger in the
hole, and all that time he sucked and licked at my 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 come even though I didn't have any idea what was about to
happen. He jumped up on the bed and put his face down there and
started sucking on my button and pushing at it with his tongue.
   I think I was almost unconscious, I was so overwhelmed with all
these feelings and then I heard myself moaning, "Lick it harder,
Daddy," and I was pushing up off the bed at him and then everything in
the world exploded.
   Oh, Jack, my first orgasm was so incredibly good! I was so out of
control that all my guilt was just overpowered by that orgasm. I came
and came for what seemed like several minutes. When it was finally
over, I was so exhausted that I almost fell asleep with Daddy still
between my legs. He raised up, and came up beside me, and kissed me on
the cheek and started playing with my hair, and he was saying things
like "You're so beautiful, Ruthie" and "I love you so much, Ruthie"
and I finally raised up and kissed him and said, "I love you, too,
Daddy, but I'm so tired." He said, "Okay, honey, I'll see you
tomorrow" and he got up and left. I was so drained that I was probably
asleep by the time he got to the door.

   I didn't know what to say, but I knew that my dick was aching, it
was so hard. Her story had made me so horny that I was about to jump
on her but instead, she slipped across the seat and into my arms. I
wanted to kiss her so badly that I couldn't stand it, but she pushed
my head away.
   "If you're holding me like this, then you don't feel like the
others. They either laughed at me or were mean to me or -- usually --
just ignored me. But I have to finish telling you about me."
   "I don't care," I tried to nuzzle against her ear. "Right now, I
just want to touch you and love you and kiss you."
   But she wasn't ready yet. I think that now that she had found a
sympathetic audience, she had some guilt to spill out. She did kiss me
lightly on the mouth, but then she said, "We have all the time in the
world to do what we want, and I know places, but I have to finish so
you know what kind of girl you're 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 my caresses were amateur blunders compared to her skill. A dozen
times I thought I would come, but each time she settled me down, only
to start up again after I relaxed a little. The pain in my balls was
starting to grow and I knew that sometime that night, I was going to
have to come, even if I had to do it myself. What I wanted was for her
to lower her sweet mouth over my dick and let me shoot everything I
had down her throat. But she was still full of talk, so I waited, as
much turned on by her story as by her -- and she was far from finished
with telling me her story:
   I decided at school that I had to talk to Daddy when he came to my
room that night. I had decided to put on something really plain
because the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I had
been dressing to turn him on, even though I hadn't meant to. I wanted
to tell him I hadn't meant to dress like that and that I was scared
and felt really guilty and I didn't think we ought to do that kind of
stuff anymore. The worst thing of all was that I just couldn't lie to
myself, and I knew that I had liked it while it was going on.
   I really didn't want it to happen again. but I was afraid that if I
let it start, then I would want it and not be able to stop it.
   See, the thing was, I didn't blame my Daddy, or hate him or
anything. I still loved my Daddy very much, I just felt like I had
done stuff to make him think that I wanted to do things like we had
done last night and I had decided that at bedtime, I was going to
explain it to him.
   He was way ahead of me, though, and I never got my chance. I had
gotten out of my bath and was drying off when he slipped into the
bathroom, and I didn't even hear him until his arms went around me
from behind. I jumped and dropped the towel, and each of his hands
took one of my breasts. My heart started beating really fast and I
kept saying to myself, "Slow down, Ruthie, and tell him," but while I
tried to think of what to say, he was already starting to turn me on.
One hand went down between my legs and as I finally started to try and
tell him, I totally lost my cool when I realized he was naked too.
   I had seen pictures of guys' dicks. Even at twelve, I knew what he
was pushing between my legs from behind. He was moving it around and
rubbing me with it in some places while his fingers were touching
other places and the shock of my Daddy's dick touching me down there
just took my breath away and my thinking away so that I couldn't do
anything but stand there naked while he got me hot again.
   And I have to tell you, it didn't take long. He was really good
with his fingers, and sometimes he would push his dick up so that the
tip was at my back hole. I was scared to death that he was going to
try to put it in there, but feeling it touching me there just drove me
absolutely wild. After a while, I was so turned on that I started
thinking what it would be like if he did put it in there but even
through all this, I trusted my Daddy and figured that he would know
the right thing to do.
   He did, too. He was playing with me in three places where a girl is
most sensitive and I don't know what turned me on the most, his
fingers squeezing my little nipple like they squeezed his cigarettes,
or his other hand playing with my button or his dick playing with my
back hole. I think that after a while, the tip did start to go inside,
but he never pushed enough to hurt, just enough to feel good. I
couldn't help it; I came just as hard as I had the previous night and
I heard myself repeating over and over, not conscious that I was
speaking, "Don't stop Daddy, don't stop."
   After I came, he just held me in his arms. My guilt was on hold
because I felt so good. I felt totally fulfilled and I also felt a
love for my Daddy, who had made me feel that way. I just couldn't help
it, the pleasure was so good that there was no room for anything else
but love. I felt something else, too, and that made just a little bit
of guilt come back, but I felt it anyway. I felt like I wanted to see
my Daddy naked, I wanted to see his dick, and I might even want to
touch it. But for then, I was so tired that I just stood there and let
him hold me. If he had let go, I think I would have fallen over.
   We stood there for what must have been five minutes. I was a limp
rag doll and he held and cuddled me. Finally he turned me around to
face him. I was looking at him now but he was holding me so tightly
that I couldn't see anything but his chest. But I could feel his dick
pushing in on my stomach and it was still real hard. My breasts were
flattened against his lower chest and he held me real tight, almost as
if he weren't ready for me to see. Then, he slid down my body, kissing
at my breasts and stomach until he was on his knees.
   I knew what he was going to do then and almost cried out for him to
stop but his face was between my legs and his tongue was playing round
like it wnted to get up my front hole. I knew then that I had wanted
him to do more. Even as he sucked at me, I could feel guilt and shame.
I wanted to tell him that I didn't want him to do this and that he
should stop. But the feelings and the sounds of slurping were driving
me crazy again and I knew I wouldn't say a word, at least not until he
was finished.
   My back was against the sink and my body curved in a 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 come by sucking my button or playing with it with his lips
or his teeth. Then, as I got hotter, he would back off and not let me
finish. He was playing with me and making me want it, and it was
driving me absolutely crazy. The sucking sounds and the slurping as he
licked his tongue across my hole, and the sucking sound when he sucked
at my hole like he wanted something to come out were making things
even worse. I had totally lost control again. Finally, I grabbed his
head in my hands and started screaming, "Come on Daddy, make me do
it!" because I didn't even know what to call it yet but I needed it,
yes I needed him to make it happen.
   He was sucking on my button now and I knew I was getting close
again. I didn't want him to stop this time, I didn't want him to play
with me anymore, I really needed it this time. I was up on the tips of
my toes, bracing my back against the sink and pushing out my legs at
him. I started thrusting my hips sharply at his face, and I pulled his
face against my hole. "Come on Daddy, finish me this time, please
finish me, come on Daddy!" and then I was gone, my hips still pushing
back and forth but completely beyond my control now. If the first two
orgasms were good, this one was harder and better. He had made me want
it so badly, and I had helped make it happen by moving my own body.
   As silly as it may sound, that still seems to me to be one of the
strongest orgasms I ever had, though maybe it was just the first
really good one. I didn't want it to stop, and then for a while, I
didn't think it was going to, and that was okay too, to just come and
come with Daddy sucking on me.
   When it finally did start to slow down, I was so weak that I
couldn't stand up and I sank down into Daddy's lap. I cuddled up
against him. Then for a minute I was awake again because I knew that
my hand had brushed against his dick and I tried to move my hand so
that I would touch it again, but Daddy picked me up in his arms and
carried me into my bedroom. I hardly had the energy to say goodnight,
but as he brushed my hair back and covered me up, still naked, I
remember what I said to him. I said, "Thank you, Daddy."

   I was so turned on by her and her story that the fact that she was
talking about incest and enjoying it made no difference to. It was
like she was all talked out now, and we just sat there while she drove
my dick crazy with her fingers. She looked up at me and said, "Now, do
you still want to see me again?"
   "And again and again," I answered and that was when she first
kissed me. It wasn't a long kiss but it was incredible one. "Jack, I
have to go in, he'll be waiting." I started to protest but she put her
fingers to my lips and whispered gently, "You need to get off, don't
you?"
   I nodded silently. She kissed me again and lowered her head to my
lap. My cock slipped into her mouth as soundlessly and gently as into
water and Ruthie began to suck. I could tell this was to be no long
teaser. Ruthie wanted to go in and see her Daddy, but she apparently
cared enough about me to let it wait a little while. Her mouth was
like a sucking machine, and she had no trouble letting my whole dick
slip down into her mouth when she wanted to. I could feel her lips on
my pubic hair at times, but with the pressure and the urgency of her
sucking, I couldn't hold out. When it came it was painful because the
spurts were so strong that I had no control. I thought I must be
choking her but she just buried it to the hilt and rubbed it with her
tongue until I finally was empty.
   I was as empty as I had ever been. Ruthie popped back up, kissed me
and said, "When we have time, I can do better than that. I'll see you
at the store tomorrow night. Bye."
   I could only respond, "Don't forget" as I slipped out of the car. I
stood there as she moved on up to her house. She didn't know I had
stayed but she popped out of the car and bounced into the house. I
couldn't help but notice the enthusiasm and as I walked back to my car
I kept thinking, "I wonder if she has him in her mouth now?"
   But I also planned to be at the store the next night.


RUTHIE TWO

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

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

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

   It was so weird, Jack. There we were in bed, and I was still
thinking that this shouldn't be happening, but Daddy was doing things
to my breasts that felt so good that I couldn't bring myself to make
him stop. And I was lying there with his dick in my hand. Remember, I
still hadn't seen it, just touched it. I didn't know if I wanted to
try to suck it or not, but he had told me that he wanted me to if I
touched it, and I didn't want to stop touching it. Every once in a
while, it would jerk and seem to get a little bigger. I thought about
what it might feel like to have him put it inside me and I knew that I
was terrified of that. Yet as we lay there together, I also realized
that it was going to happen. Sooner or later, Daddy would put his dick
inside me, and I knew something else. Even though I didn't want him to
do it then, when the time came I would want him to. I thought that
maybe, someday, I might even ask him to do it.
   Finally he spoke to me. "Ruthie, do you think you can make me feel
good with your mouth like I did to you? Do you think you can suck it?"
   I couldn't tell him how scared I was, so I just said, "Daddy, if
you want me to, I'll try."
   He looked at me and I felt love and understanding. "Take it slow,
honey, because I want you to enjoy it, too. Don't rush it. When you're
ready, just slip it in your mouth and pretend it's a popsicle."
   He waited while I pulled the covers down to reveal his dick for the
first time. Jack, I don't know how to describe what I felt when I
first saw it, other than to say I was fascinated. It really didn't
look like something I would want to put in my mouth, but the thought
didn't gross me out, either. I was just fascinated. I slipped down in
the bed until my face was even with his dick. It smelled fresh and
clean. One thing about my father, I have never gone to bed with him
when he wasn't clean.
   I decided that I might start by licking it with my tongue, and if I
didn't like that, I'd tell him. So, I started licking around my
Daddy's dick. When it jerked, it reminded me of my jerks when he was
kissing me. It seemed to jerk most when I licked underneath. To tell
the truth, licking it didn't 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 Daddy's dick inside me was
pleasant. It was more than pleasant -- it made me feel funny like when
he kissed my button. I sucked and licked it with my tongue. And I
tried to get more of it in my mouth. It was jerking and I liked that,
too. I decided I would do what he had said: suck it like a popsicle.
The feeling was nice, and I sucked on him, knowing it was wrong and
not caring.
   Suddenly he interrupted me. He had begun to push off the bed, but
now he said, "Ruthie, stop now. I'm going to come." I remembered what
he said about shooting his juices, and I didn't want to get pregnant.
I was enjoying it, but I stopped when he told me to.
   "Rub it with your hand, up and down," he whispered. I took it in my
hand and rubbed up and down like he said. "Faster," he moaned, and I
did it as hard as I could. I had never seen come before, but suddenly,
a white cream shot out of his dick, all over his stomach, and some of
it got in my hair.
   "Oh, Ruthie, honey, that was so good, you are so beautiful," he
gasped as he lay back. I could see that he was really tired, which was
curious. I knew that he had come, and I knew that after he made me
come, I was really turned on, but he seemed like he was tired. I hate
to say it, but I was a little disappointed, because I was hoping that
he would lick me down there, too.
   Instead, we just cuddled against each other. I could tell that he
was really relaxed and happy, so I was, too. Then, after a while, he
turned on his side, and pulled me closer to him. I jumped when his
dick first touched my pussy, but he put his hand down on it, and
rubbed it back and forth against me. The feelings I was having then
were incredibly strong. I was scared to death that he was going to try
to put it inside me, but I also was so turned on by Daddy's dick
rubbing across my hole that if he wanted to, I wouldn't stop him. He
didn't put it in me for six more months, but if he had wanted to that
night, I would have let him. Right then, I didn't care if he made a
baby in me or not, I would have let him.
   Instead, he just kept rubbing me with his dick and his fingers, and
I knew I was going to come soon, and I did. It wasn't a super orgasm,
but I guess I'd describe it as a good, warm, loving one. I felt good,
and I loved my Daddy, and that night I fell asleep in his arms. I felt
no guilt that night.

   I was so relaxed by what this young woman was doing to my back that
I might have fallen asleep if her story hadn't turned me on so much.
The truth was, I was hard again, and it was a hard that was so strong
that it hurt.
   "Ruthie," I said, turning over. "I don't want to force you, but I
need you. Do you think you could suck me a little bit?"
   She smiled, flipped her head back so her hair was out of her eyes
and replied, "Jack, you tell me what you want, and I will do it."
   I wasn't used to submissive girls who only wanted to please, but I
like the feeling, so I said, "I'd like it if you would suck me a
little."
   When Ruthie told me the other night that she could do better when
she had time, she wasn't kidding. She might have had trouble getting
her father's dick in her mouth that first night, but she had no
trouble with mine. I had heard of girls who could relax their throats
to the point that they could let a dick slip completely into their
mouth, but I had never met one until Ruthie. I'm not real small, but
when she bent her head over my dick and took it into her mouth, it
disappeared to the base. I could feel that I must be half way down her
throat, but it didn't bother her at all. I could tell she was trying
hard to make me feel good, and she did.
   She kept up a steady sucking pressure but at the same time, her
tongue was all over my dick, first the head, then all around the
sides. Meanwhile, she tickled my balls with one hand, and with the
other hand, she put one finger up my ass, and moved it in and out. She
even added sound effects with the rest.
   She moaned and sighed, seeming to enjoy me like no girl I had ever
met. I couldn't help it. I took her head in my hands and begin to fuck
her mouth. She allowed me to do what I wanted and I plunged deep into
her throat, time after time, with her tongue still going.
   At last I shot deep into her mouth. Wave after wave poured down
Ruthie's throat, and she drank it like water and sucked as though she
wanted more. Looking down at this young blond girl begging for my dick
and sucking like she wanted to swallow it just about drove me insane.
When my dick finally stopped shooting, I felt as empty as I ever had
felt in my life. I also felt like I couldn't do without Ruthie, I
needed her, and if the price was hearing her guilt trip, then I would
listen all day.
   We snuggled together, her head on my shoulder. I played with her
breasts for a while and for once, she didn't talk. Somewhere along the
line, I must have fallen asleep, because when I awoke several hours
later, there was the sweet smell of Ruthie in my bed, but she was
gone.


 RUTHIE THREE

   I said earlier that I was almost obsessed by Ruthie. Now I tell
you: After that afternoon with her, I was obsessed -- totally. She was
never out of my mind for very long, and the sweet fragrance of her sex
hung above my bed like an invisible cloud. I wanted to call her, but I
didn't know her number. I wanted to visit her, but I was afraid to go
to the door, fearing that her father would answer my knock. I don't
know if I was in love or in lust 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 careed. I just wanted him
to do me. And I did him every night, too. He played with my breasts a
whole lot. They really seemed to turn him on. He was always telling me
how beautiful they were and how big they were. I knew they weren't all
that big, because I had looked at some of the other girls at gym class
in the shower. A lot of girls in my class had bigger ones than mine,
but some were still pretty flat. I was glad that I wasn't like that,
because then Daddy wouldn't have had anything to play with. Somehow my
breasts always got him going. Even on nights when he was tired, if I
wanted to do it, I would just go find him and unbutton my shirt. Once
he saw them, Jack, he couldn't keep his hands off them.
   He taught me things that a girl could do with her mouth to make a
man feel good. But sometimes I thought up things of my own, and that
always surprised him. He loved it when I came up with a new trick.
   I remember the first time he came inside my mouth. By then, I had
seen him come lots of times and I had even tasted his come, because he
asked me to lick it off his stomach. It was warm and tasted really
salty. I didn't love the taste, but I didn't dislike it, either. And I
knew it was what he wanted me to do. He always told me when he was
about to come, and I would take my mouth off and rub his dick up and
down with my hand. Sometimes I would play with his balls with my other
hand but sometimes I would lick them with my tongue.
   One night, he told me he wanted me to try something new.
   "Ruthie," he whispered in my ear as he played with my pussy. "When
you suck me tonight, I want you to try to keep it in your mouth while
I come. All you have to do is swallow it and keep sucking. Do you
think you could do that?"
   I had imagined many time what it would be like to drink my Daddy's
come. I thought I could, but said, "I'm not sure, Daddy, but I'll
try." So I took his dick in my mouth and began to suck. I had my hand
around the base and was moving my mouth up and down on the top part.
Then I moved my hand down to his balls, tried to relax my throat like
he had taught me to do, and took as much of him into my mouth as I
could. Pretty soon, I could feel it start to jerk in my mouth and I
could tell by the jerks that he was getting close to coming. I was
nervous, but I also wanted to know what it would be like for Daddy to
shoot inside me. This was the time when I always stopped and played
with his dick with my hand while he came. But now he took my head in
his hands and held it down.
   Jack, when he started coming in my mouth, I thought I'd choke --
but he started whispering, "Swallow it, honey. Swallow it and keep
sucking." I did, and when he was finished, I was proud of myself. I
knew I had made my Daddy happy and I knew that from now on, I could
handle his come in my mouth. I hadn't really tasted it that much, but
had just swallowed it, and it was no problem. I felt good because I
had pleased him. That's all I thought about: I wanted to make my Daddy
feel good.

   I could hold back no longer. I grabbed Ruthie's ass and pulled her
towards me strongly, once again emptying my dick into her pussy. She
floated up against me and let me control her body while she paddled
with her arms. I moved her up and down on my swollen dick until it
erupted again and I was shooting my seed deep into the body of my
beautiful water nymph. It was an 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 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 qay
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."


RUTHIE FOUR

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

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

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

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

   I was getting turned on again thinking about Ruthie and Jennifer in
bed together. It was a sign that Ruthie was either corrupting me or
expanding my sexual awareness. I had actually been hoping that she was
about to describe a wild sex scene between two teenage girls. It
crossed my mind that I was beginning to think like her old man. I was
actually disappointed that Ruthie hadn't told me of responding to
Jennifer's touch and making love with her little friend. It was
obvious that Ruthie was changing me. For better or for worse, she was
certainly changing me. She just kept massaging me and went on.

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


RUTHIE FIVE

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

   Robert was quiet on the short drive to my house. He pulled up and
stopped in front of the walkway. He turned to look at me.
   He didn't say anything but he just looked. Finally he moved over
and tried to grab me again but I was in no mood. I knew he had heard
me call my Daddy's name when I was coming and I was scared. I backed
away.
   He finally spoke. "Ruthie," he said quietly. "You do this with your
father, don't you?"
   I panicked, Jack. I jumped out of the car and ran up the walkway.
Robert gunned his engine and laid rubber taking off from my house. He
went around the corner but I could see his house. I sat down in the
wicker chair and pretty soon Robert came around again, parked his car
and went into his house.
   "Oh, Ruthie," I said to myself as I sat in the chair. "What have
you done?" I sat there for a long time before I went into the house.
All the lights were off except the hall light. My mom wasn't due for
about four hours. I kicked off my shoes and tiptoed upstairs. I stood
outside my Daddy's room for a long time, listening. I didn't hear
anything at all so I finally went to my room and took off my clothes.
I got into bed and just lay there.
   After a while I began to cry. It was over with Daddy and me; I knew
that. For some reason of his own, he had wanted me to go out with
Robert and he didn't want me anymore. I cried into my pillow in the
darkness and felt lonely for the first time in my life.
   I was so wrapped up in myself that I didn't hear a thing. I just
suddenly felt Daddy in my bed and his arms went around me. I was so
glad to see him that I turned around and hugged him like I would never
let go. I was still crying and he was naked, and I just buried my head
in his big chest and cried until I was out of breath and my eyes hurt.
He just held me and let me go on and when I finally quieted down a
little bit, he began to play with my hair.
   "Did you have sex with Robert tonight?" he whispered. I nodded,
ashamed of myself. He didn't react, he just was very still. Finally he
spoke. "It wasn't as good as ours, was it?"
   Then I was crying again and rubbing up against him. My words
tumbled out and I was telling him how much I loved him and that he
shouldn't have let me go out. Then he spoke again. "Ruthie, you
learned something tonight. I knew you needed to, so I let you go on.
You were mad at me, weren't you?" I nodded, still crying. He
continued. "This wasn't the night. But there will come a night, and
when it comes, you will know it. There is a time for everything,
Ruthie, and your time will come."
   I thought he was still talking about Robert and I couldn't take it
anymore. Daddy was already naked so I just slipped down in the bed and
grabbed his dick with my mouth. It was hard as always and I was so
happy to have him in my mouth again. All my anger was gone.
   We were still making love when my Mom got home and he had to sneak
back to their bedroom before she got upstairs. We had wanted each
other so much that we had forgotten about the time. And I hadn't had a
chance to tell him about Robert.
   You better believe I told him the next morning. He was in the shop
and I found him and just blurted out the whole thing. "I couldn't help
it, Daddy," I finished up. "He wasn't very good and I just started
thinking about us and then it was you there instead of him. I just
screamed it out."
   He had listened in silence, but he listened very carefully. When I
finished, he let out a long breath and we just stood there and looked
at each other. Finally he spoke.
   "Sweetheart, you may not know it, but fathers and daughters often
have sexual fantasies about each other. I don't know how often they do
what we do together, but I know it happens. You need to talk to Robert
and tell him that it was just a fantasy."
   "Daddy, he won't believe me!" I cried. "He could tell that it was
true."
   Daddy still didn't seem too upset. "Let me ask you a question
honey: Do you want to go out with him again?"
   I just shook my head back and forth. "I could never go out with him
after last night. I don't want to see him at all."
   He persisted. "Honey, you'll have to see him. You need to explain.
Now answer my question: Do you really deep down inside want to go out
with him again?"
   There was no hesitation: "No, I don't. I really don't." And I
really didn't. Robert had cured me for good of any desire for boys my
age. As a lover he was worthless and I knew that after last night, we
could never be just friends again because we would always have that
night between us.
   Daddy wanted me to go over to his house and explain it to him right
then. He said it was important. Jack, it was the worst thing I ever
had to do in my life, but even I could see that it had to be done so I
did it. I dreaded every step of the way to Robert's house but when we
were finally alone together, I was amazed at how cool I was. I hadn't
thought I could lie so well, but I just went on and it came out
smoothly. When I finished, he did a really strange thing. He asked me
to go out with him again. I played for time to think and I told him to
ask me again next week. He asked, of course. For several days he asked
me. Then finally he quit and never paid me any attention again. It was
like I wasn't there; he just always ignored me.
   I'm sure Robert was the person who started the rumors about Daddy
and me. I don't know if he believed it himself, but I think he spread
the story. I'm pretty sure he told about what we had done too, because
for a few weeks after that, I got asked out about twice every day. I
told them all to get lost and finally they quit asking. Maybe that was
what made some of them start to believe it. Sometimes I think I should
have gone out with a couple of them to keep up appearances. But I
didn't, and the word got around.
   I really didn't care so long as we didn't get in trouble. I just
kept on with Daddy and really didn't need anybody else.
   But I was really jealous of my mother now. We had never been close,
but she didn't realize that we were now rivals for the same man. In my
junior year of high school, we studied a little bit of genetics, and I
went to the library and studied it a whole lot more. I learned quite a
bit about incest in those books, Jack. And I learned all the genetic
codes and the combinations that created bad children from incest. But
I also learned something else important. I learned that it didn't have
to be bad. If the combination was right, a father and a daughter could
have a perfectly healthy baby together.
   I knew my parents didn't have sex. I don't know when they had quit,
but they weren't doing it now. I wanted my Mom out of the picture,
Jack, and I thought I had finally found a way to do it. In November of
my senior year of high school I stopped taking my pills.
   Now when we made love there was an extra turn-on for me: I was
trying to let Daddy make me a baby. It added a whole new dimension to
our love making and it excited me. Every time he shot inside me, I
thought to myself that it might be the time. I watched my periods and
made sure we did it at the right times. For four months, nothing
happened. Finally something did. When I stood up to get my diploma and
graduate from high school I was so proud. I was eighteen years old and
legal; I was out of school; and I was three months pregnant. No one
knew but me and my baby.

   Ruthie's warm, wet pussy still nestled against my buttocks and her
slender legs still gripped my sides.  But the hands on my back had
ceased to move some while before. Physically we were still in bed
together, but now she seemed to be speaking to herself and no longer
aware of my presence. This was it: I'd been waiting for the story of
the baby and now it came.

   I had everything planned --  I knew what I would do. The only thing
I didn't know was how Daddy would react when I told him. I had to tell
him, of course. I didn't plan to tell him all of it, but I had to tell
him about the baby.
   I chose a night in late June. Mom was working four-to-midnight
sagain and I had Daddy in bed by seven o'clock. We made love twice;
each time was better for me than the last now. It was about ten
o'clock and we were snuggling. I straddled him so that my pussy was
against his dick. I lowered my face to his and kissed him really hard,
then started my little deception.
   "Daddy, I have to tell you something." Sensing that it was
important, he stopped playing with my breasts and looked at me.
   "Okay, honey. What's on your mind?"
   "Daddy, I'm pregnant." His reaction was immediate. He tried to sit
up but I was still on top of him. He fell back, and his face colored a
bright red. Daddy never cursed but he did that night.
   "Godammit, Ruthie, you can't be! Didn't you take your pills?"
   He was actually scared, I could sense it but I knew what I was
going to say.
   "Daddy, I always take them. They just didn't work this time. I'm
sorry, but I haven't had my period for four months and I can tell. I'm
going to have a baby."
   I had known he would be upset and he certainly was. I got off him
and just lay in the bed. Daddy got up and started pacing the room, the
first time I had ever seen him out of control. I smiled a little down
inside because, for the first time, I was the one in control.
   He knew that I was an adult and treated me as one. For the next
half-hour he explained why I would have to have an abortion. Every
time he said it, I reminded him how strongly my Mom felt about
abortion. She thought it was murder. Daddy tried the genes trick on me
but I was ready for that too. I had done my homework well, as usual.
   "Daddy," I said when he finally stopped talking for a minute. "I am
a high school graduate, you know. I know that what we are doing can
make a monster, but the chances are much smaller than most people
think. I've thought about this a lot. I think the best thing to do is
to have the baby and hope that it's okay, and put it up for adoption."
I was leading him slowly down that garden path. His knowledge of
genetics was far less than mine and he fell under the gale of
technical talk. We'd tell mother I had done it with a boy in school
and hadn't known about contraceptives. I kept telling him that she
would never agree to an abortion.
   I had to have that baby for my final act.
   We argued all night and for several days after that, and finally he
was persuaded. I told him I'd go to Mom and confess what I had done
and see what her reaction would be. There was nothing he could do. I
had thought it out too well. He finally agreed that I should tell her.
I was certain how she would react, and I was right. She hit the
ceiling she called me trash; she quoted from the Bible; and in the end
agreed that there was nothing but to have the baby and put it up for
adoption.
   The next five months weren't pleasant. As I'd expected, mother kept
after me for the sin I had committed as I knew she would. But the
worst part was that Daddy stopped making love to me. I hadn't really
expected that. Daddy and I had been doing it for five years now, and I
needed it. To have it cut off cold was something I hadn't counted on.
The problem was that he blamed himself and he felt guilty. I tried and
tried but he wouldn't do it with me. And after a while, I was too
pregnant to do it anyway. But I had no trouble carrying the baby. My
physical conditiona had always been good and there was no morning
sickness. It wasn't nearly as bad as I knew it was for some women.
   Daddy had done some reading on his own about the subject and in one
of our more rational conversations, decided that we would tell my
doctor that my uncle had raped me. Daddy wanted all the special tests
done to see if it was going to be a monster. I knew my baby was
perfect; I could feel it. But I let Daddy and the doctor do what they
wanted. It made no difference to me, I knew my baby was all right and
I knew what it would mean for me. My plan was working.
   Mom was at working when my waters broke and Daddy took me to the
hospital. He was a basket case. I was totally cool until the first bad
contraction hit. Then I wasn't so calm.
   "Hurry, Daddy," I moaned, in more pain than I had expected. "She's
starting to come." I knew my baby was a little girl.
   They wheeled me into the hospital where my mother was on duty. I
was amazed at the pain. I hadn't expected it to hurt so much and I had
never felt anything like it before. Now I lost my cool, too, and I was
scared. What if she wasn't perfect?
   Labor was mercifully short and they gave me something that helped.
Just at midnight, the doctor started telling me to push. I tried like
hell but I couldn't do it. I felt like I was being torn open. I almost
passed out, and then I heard a baby crying. It was my little girl, the
little girl that Daddy had made inside me. I could hardly stay awake
now, but my doctor showed her to me.
   I looked at her and thought, "Oh shit, something went wrong." But
it was only that I'd never seen a newborn baby before. The doctor gave
me a shot. I began to slip away, but I remember him saying to me,
"Ruth, your baby is fine. You had a little girl and she's perfectly
healthy." The I passed out.
   Daddy was sitting in a chair right next to my bed when I woke up,
holding my hand. He looked kind of gray as I smiled at him.
   "Honey, are you alright?" He had been holding my hand and I started
to hold his now that I was awake.
   "I guess so, Daddy." Then before we could say anything else, the
nurse brought my baby in. She lay her flat on my stomach. She was so
tiny that I couldn't believe she was really here. I felt so much love
for that little girl that Daddy and I made, but I was afraid to touch
her. The nurse motioned for Daddy to leave but I told her that he was
going to stay. She just kind of shook her shoulders, undid my gown and
rubbed the side of my daughter's face against my nipple. The baby
started to suck and I felt good; I was in love with my little baby. It
was Daddy's and mine and I loved it. The suckling felt a little bit
sexy. I hadn't expected it to feel like that. She was my baby daughter
and I wanted to keep her. I hadn't expected that, either.
   Tears seeped from Daddy's eyes. He was crying. I'd never seen Daddy
cry before, and was embarrassed. I wished he would stop.
   Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I saw my mother standing just
inside the room. That brought me back to reality. It was finally time
to finish what I had started. I held my baby with one hand, but my
other hand went up around my Daddy's neck. I pulled his face down to
mine and kissed him on the mouth. He hadn't seen mother yet and he
kissed me back. I broke it off and said to him, just loud enough for
her to hear, "Oh, Daddy, we made a perfect baby. I knew we would.
She's just beautiful. I can't wait to start another one."
   It worked as I had planned. My mother screamed and ran out of the
room. Daddy heard her and turned just in time to see her flight. The
baby started to cry but I just nursed it and put my nipple back in its
mouth. My plan had worked perfectly. But I had to play it through.
   I looked at Daddy in alarm. "Oh no," I cried. He stood up and said
"I'll be back." He ran out the door. Then it was very quiet. I just
lay there with my baby. I led her tiny mouth back to my nipple and she
quieted down and started sucking again. She was happy, I was happy, it
felt good to be a mother to something so tiny. She wasn't very pretty
but I loved her so much that the physical contact between us satisfied
me in a whole new way. In a few minutes, the nurse came and took her
back to the nursery. I whispered, "Sleep now, little new princess" as
the nurse took her. Finally Daddy came back. He didn't look too happy
but I could tell that he didn't blame me.
   "Honey," he said, taking my hand. "I couldn't find her. I don't
know where she went. But I think we may have some problems ahead."
   "I'm so sorry, Daddy," I whispered. "I just couldn't help it."
   Suddenly, my mother was back in the room and all hell broke loose.
She called us fornicators, sinners, and screamed that we would die and
go to Hell. Daddy tried to calm her but she was really wigged out. At
last, she ran out of the room again. That was the last time I saw my
mother.

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


RUTHIE SEVEN

    I felt guilty but had to do something. My Ruthie was bringing her
father home this morning and I was going to stay in the house and see
what happened. Please understand: I wasn't planning a confrontation or
anything like that; I just had to help myself if I could. Perhaps if I
could hear them and see what their relationship was like it might give
me some ideas.
   There'd be no trouble if I were careful. The house was almost a
mansion, with a central upstairs hall surrounded by bedrooms, most now
unused. They connected to the ones on either side through a big closet
or a shared bathroom. You could circle the second floor and never step
into the hall. For quick flight, windows opened onto porch rooves in
front and back. I planned to be quiet, but there were plenty of routes
if I had to retreat.
   The closet between Ruthie's father's room and one that stored old
furniture would be my hiding place. An unused bedroom just beyond the
storeroom gave onto the back porch roof. Its window was open for
emergency use and went downstairs. I drove off and parked several
blocks away, returning on foot. Once inside I locked both doors and
settled down to wait.
   Memories of Ruthie filled my mind as I sat on the window seat and
watched through the curtain. Our relationship couldn't stay like this,
hiding and seeing her just when she could slip away from him. It had
to grow. I wanted Ruthie for myself. I loved Ruthie now.
   The pictures in her baby book came to mind, and Ruthie in front of
the fireplace. How I wish I could have known her then. I recalled our
time at the lake, and replayed the dream of my non-existent daughter
and Ruthie's sweet awakening. I nearly failed to notice when the car
drove up.
   Shoes off, I ran to my hiding place in the closet.
   The house was solidly built; and though I heard the door open and
close, their voices were inaudible. I hoped they would come upstairs
soon. If Ruthie's father chose one of the downstairs couches then all
this was for nothing. I was betting he'd want to rest in his room.
   Pretty soon I could tell they were coming upstairs. I closed the
closet door to a tiny crack and cursed as the damned thing squeaked.
Should I close it all the way? But I had to see!
   The door from the hall was hidden from me, but I heard Ruthie
fussing at him for not leaning on her and for going too fast.
   "Leave me alone, princess," his voice was now in the room. "I'm not
a crippled old man, just a bit tired." Then I could see him and part
of her. He was easing down to the bed and sat on the edge. "Ruthie,
how about helping me with this shirt?" She unbuttoned it and slipped
it off his shoulders. His bare back was my next view.
   "Let's get your pants off, Daddy," Ruthie said as he lay back. I
heard him chuckle.
   "Never could stay out of them, could you, princess?"
   Ruthie snickered. "If you weren't in such a mess I'd pull them up
over your head." But I could see that she handled him gently.
   Finally he lay on the bed and let out a deep breath.
   "Whew, princess. That's some better now." He lay there in his old-
fashioned boxer shorts while Ruthie pulled the dress over her head and
threw it out of my range of vision. Five more seconds and she was
naked. There she finally was, in person with her father and the truth
of what they had been doing for ten years came to me. This was the
girl who had born her father's child to get rid of her mother.
   A tidal wave of depression rolled over me. What action of mine
could possibly break this bond?
   Ruthie was down on the bed. As I watched, she eased her father's
shorts off and removed his socks. Now father and daughter were naked
together in the bed where I could never be. I was both fascinated and
repelled. The old man's dick was growing. Ruthie started singing a
song to him, so softly yhat I couldn't make it out. Then she took her
father's dick in her hand and begin to rub up and down its length. It
wasn't long before he was hard. And so, I am ashamed to admit, was I.
   Ruthie crawled up on the bed. "Be still, Daddy," she whispered.
"I'll do everything." She straddled his hips and lowered herself.
Aroused and shocked, I watched her slip him into her all the way. She
sat there playing with the hair on his chest.
   He suddenly laughed and looked up at her. Then he spoke. "Taking
advantage of a helpless old man, huh? What's the matter, Princess,
isn't Jack keeping you satisfied?"
   I was had been leaning against the doorjamb and learned at that
moment the meaning of a `heart leaping up into one's throat.' I damn
near fell forward out of the closet and into the room. Adrenalin
flowed and my cock shrivled in fear.
   Ruthie laughed and tossed her hair back over her shoulders. "I
already told you, Daddy. He keeps me satisfied all I want. But there's
always going to be a place here for you." She began to rock slowly
forward and back, gently fucking him. I wanted to get out of there but
was frozen. If Ruthie had walked straight to the closet and opened the
door, I don't think I could have moved an inch.
   "Have it your way, Princess," he said. "You feel mighty good to an
old man. So.... how is it with the young lovers?"
   Then as she fucked her father, Ruthie began to tell him about us.
She recited all we had done since he had been in the accident. I was
beyond understanding what was going on. Ruthie gently fucked her
father and talked about me as she had so often made love to me and
talked about him.
   She recounted what had happened this morning with us.
   "He was crying out in his sleep for his daughter to suck him,
Daddy," she was saying, "he wasn't faking, he was really asleep. Maybe
he was dreaming that he was you." The old man was slow to respond.
Finally: "Well, Princess have you changed your mind?"
   "No, Daddy. He's the one. I'm sure he is. Daddy, I love Jack. And I
think he loves me. I've told him everything. He's had plenty of chance
to walk away and he doesn't. I think it will work."
   "Ruthie honey, remember he's only the second young man you've
known. You want to be sure. Princess, you want to be really sure. If
he has accepted the truth then he's either as perverted as we are or
he really loves you. But you have to be sure, honey. You don't want a
marriage like mine to your mother, Ruthie. You want someone to love."
   Ruthie's voice rose. "We aren't perverted, Daddy. I love you and I
won't ever quit loving you, but I love Jack, too. I haven't left out
anything about us, Daddy, honest I haven't. He never lectures me or
says anything bad about you. I've told him everything. Daddy, I know
he's the one. I feel it. Jack Williams is the man I want to marry."

   Well, another cliche is in order here. Sorry, folks, but you really
could have knocked me over with a feather when she let that one out.
There she was tossing her hair around as she sat on her own father's
cock. And she was telling him that she wanted to marry me. The
conversation lagged for a minute.

   I was even peeking through the door now I was so much into my own
thoughts. But when I looked back I could see why they weren't talking.
The love-making was getting heavy and she was close to her climax. His
hand was between her legs now and I guess he was putting his finger on
her clitoris as I had sometimes done. Her head was thrown back and she
was breathing loud and she was going faster and faster. I couldn't see
it all but I knew she was close. Then she was screaming, "I'm coming,
Daddy, oh come too, Daddy, come in me Daddy," and she threw her body
over his and was hugged him to her. She screamed again and I knew what
her pussy was doing. It was sucking on her father's dick as it had
sucked on mine. Then he was coming, too. I could tell because he was
moaning and pushing  back. I was watching Ruthie's father shooting
himself inside his daughter, the woman I loved.
   Yes, in spite of it all, she was still the woman I loved. My dick
was rock hard and I wanted to pull it out but I didn't dare. I just
stood there as father and daughter came together. It should had been
lewd, it should have made me want to throw up, but it didn't. Their
love for each other was so palpable I could feel its reality.
   Crying, softly, I eased the door shut and went into the storeroom.
No need to use the window. I walked down the stairs, out the back door
and somehow found my car.
   I didn't go straight home. It was only eleven-thirty in the morning
and there wasn't enough bourbon in the house for what I needed to do.
There might not be enough in the entire state of Kentucky, but I
settled for a half-gallon of Wild Turkey and went home.
   I couldn't think, I couldn't focus: my mind was too busy protecting
me to allow time for thought. I added water to my first drink and
noticed how badly my hands were shaking. I needed to think but I
couldn't think. Whatever the hell was going on here I had no idea at
all. I had wanted to witness them only to further my own cause. But
what I had seen was so far beyond what I had expected that I just
couldn't integrate it. Four drinks later I stopped shaking. Now
sufficiently numbed, I began to asses the situation.
   Obviously -- Well, assuming I hadn't just watched a play put on for
my benefit, and I doubted that -- obviously Ruthie had been as honest
with her father about me as she had been with with me about him. It
was beyond anything I could have dreamed. But did I feel a tiny bit
proud of her for it? I didn't know yet.
   She sat in the bed with her father's dick buried to the hilt in the
pussy I had sucked with love and told him that she loved me. Even as
she fucked her own father she told him she wanted to marry me. It was
too much. I made another drink, no water this time, just bourbon.
   This was a crazy girl, I told myself. That's no figure of speech. I
mean to say that Ruthie was crazy. She had to be. Incest does that to
you, I told myself, and fixed yet another drink. This girl would do
anything to get what she wanted.
   But what had she really done? She had been completely honest with
me about her father. and now I knew that she had been completely
honest with him about me. He, not she, had said that I was only her
second lover besides himelf. But he had been making it with his own
daughter for ten years. I needed another drink; screw the water - I'll
just keep the bottle, it's easier. How could she love him and do what
she did with me? Hell, how could she love me and still keep on with
him even when he was too sick to do anything but lie on the bed while
she attacked him? I took a long swig.
   She was just a nympho. Needed it all the time. No, that's not true,
she'd had no lovers but her Daddy and me, except for Robert.
   She was on a power trip needing to control her men. No, that was
bullshit, too. She had never done that except to get rid of her
mother. I threw back my head and laughed at what Ruthie had done to
her mother.
   It was all so ridiculous that I could no longer think. The last
thing I remember before passing out was wanting some food in my
stomach. It was past lunch time and I was hungry. I think that I was
laughing hysterically as I passed out in my chair.
   My head was knocking, pounding. Somebody was beating on it with a
baseball bat. It was starting to bleed, I was being beaten to death. I
almost jumped from the chair and I looked around, completely dazed.
Someone was assaulting the knocker on the front door. I looked at my
watch. It was seven thirty. I almost didn't go, I really didn't. I
felt like my head was being tossed around inside a cement mixer.
Mechanically, I made my way the few steps to the door and opened it,
prepared to yell an obscenity at the salesman who had disturbed my
drunken sleep. I peered out through the screen and saw a light blue
dress, strands of blonde hair, a face I had trouble focusing on.
   "Jack, honey," I heard pounding into my brain like jolts of
lightening. "Wow, Jack, what's the matter with you?"
   "Oh," I muttered as I let her in the door. "I just had a few drinks
after work." She looked around and saw the bottle. I looked, too, and
saw it was well over half gone.
   "All right, Jack," she said. "You go get a in a hot tub and I'll
fix you something to eat." The thought of food was beyond me just
then. She looked at my face and must have read my thoughts. "Well,"
she continued, "maybe the food can wait. C'mon Jack, let's go get a
shower."
   I felt so bad that at first I didn't realize she was coming into
the shower with me. She started the water as I stood there. As she was
adjusting the flow she said quietly, "A good old toothbrushing might
not hurt either, you know." The toothpaste tasted bitter but made me
feel better. Then Ruthie started taking off my clothes. When she had
finished with me, she quickly slipped off hers, too. "Well?" she
teased.
   The water cleansed me in more ways than one. I get drunk about once
a year, and never as I had that afternoon. I felt trashy dirty and the
water helped. Ruthie and her bathcloth and her tongue helped, too. She
worked on my back for long minutes, pulling the tension from my body
and even a little of the pain from my head. Then she pulled my back
against her front so I could feel her body against me. She began to
soap my chest while she licked at my back. I couldn't even get hard
because while it was certainly erotic, it was more relaxing than
exciting and it was what I needed. I was a sick man and Ruthie was my
nurse, helping me back to life. It was a slow and painful return but
after all, I had brought it on myself.
   Finally her hands dropped and she started to feel my dick. She put
the soapy cloth around it and gently played until I got hard. Now at
least half-alive again I turned to her. Water glistened her breasts.
Her hair was plastered to her head but she was as beautiful as ever.
   I gently pulled her mouth to mine. We must have kissed for five
minutes or more with our arms around each other. Then slowly we began
to explore each other's bodies. It was good. I might not have been
able to think straight but I could feel. After a long time, Ruthie
knelt down and took me in her mouth. I closed my eyes and felt the
love she was giving me. I wanted to freeze time, to stop our lives
forever at that moment. I wouldn't have to think anymore and I could
just feel. It was unlike any oral sex I'd ever had. I didn't want to
come, I just wanted it to continue. Ruthie didn't seem to be trying to
make me come. It was an almost nonsexual act, just a love act. I lost
track of time and floated, enjoying the love emanating from her. It
was at the same time the best sex I ever had and also not sexual at
all. There was no pressure, no attempt to make it better, no drive to
climax. It was just what it was, Ruthie's expression of love for me --
and one of the most satisfying times of my whole life.
   I don't know how long it might have continued, but I have an old
water heater and little by little the water grew colder. Temperature
finally broke the mood and the feeling faded. What a loss. She started
laughing with my dick still in her mouth and finally stood up.
   "I think," she said slowly, "that we better get out." I was
starting to shiver and I closed the faucets. We dried ourselves, each
with our own towel. Then I took her hand and wordlessly led her into
the bedroom. We lay side by side for a while, not touching, just
looking at each other. When the kissing and the touching began it was
definitely sexual. Desire overshadowed my headache and soon we were
thrashing around the bed like a couple of kids. When I finally entered
her it was like coming home after a long trip to somewhere I hadn't
wanted to go. It was our best sex ever, our own private trip into love
and when it was over I felt empty and sad.
   Empty because I had given more to Ruthie that night than I ever had
to anyone in my life. Sad because I finally began to consider the
day's events. Ruthie curled up on my arm and nestled against me. I
didn't know I was going to say it until I had already said it. It was
like it wasn't me talking. I said to Ruthie, "I want to marry you."
   "I want to marry you, too." The answer was lazy and seemed to come
from a long way off. It took me a minute to recognize that I had asked
her and she had answered me. Then I was awake, alert, and my body
tensed. She felt it. She started rubbing mt chest trying to relax me I
think. I was silent but she spoke again. "Yes, Jack, I want to marry
you." I abruptly sat up, breaking the spell.
   "Ruthie, what are you talking about?"
   She stretched like a cat and smiled, her head on the pillow beside
me, her face framed by beautiful hair which was in ruins but was still
erotic. Then she giggled.
   "Well, you just screwed up, didn't you, lover? You just proposed to
and I just said yes to you."
   The adrenalin hit me for the second time that day. "But what about
your father?" I was hurt and distrustful, I had heard what they had
said that morning. "Jack, he's known about us from the first night. He
knows everything about you. Just as you know everything about us. You
see, Jack, if it was going to work, both you and he had to know."
   I was dumbfounded. "But," I stuttered. "Why did you act like we
couldn't let him find out about us?"
   She smiled up at me from the pillow. "Would you have kept seeing me
if you'd known I was giving him a play-by-play account about us? I had
to tell you about my father, Jack. It was too much a part of my life
to hide. I had to know if you could accept it. But I had to share it
with my Daddy, too, honey. I knew what you didn't know soon after we
met. I knew that someday you might ask me. And I knew that if you ever
did, that I'd say `yes.' You're the only honest man I've ever known
besides my father. I'll marry you tomorrow if you want."
   I was silent. I tried a quick review of what I was about to do, but
with the angel beside me in my bed, the girl I loved, the girl I
wanted to marry, what review was necessary? Finally she broke the
silence. Her wonderful eyes bored into mine.
   "Want to retract the proposal? One chance, Jack. Right now."
   I didn't hesitate; it wasn't necessary. "We just signed a contract,
dear beautiful Ruthie," I whispered. "You can't get out of it."
   Oh, how good our embrace felt. She was real, a warm living person
who would love me and have my children and grow old with me. Two
"moments of a lifetime" in one night are too much for one person but
I'll never forget our embrace in my bed that night. Finally she
giggled.
   "Want to go meet my Daddy, now, Jack? He's waiting for us."
   Well folks, that's it. Ruthie and Jack were married four days
later. Jack moved into the old mansion. A most improbable marriage
began to grow and as of that date it is still growing. I have enjoyed
sharing it with you. Let's wrap up with a few facts.
   I told you up front that this happened to a friend of mine. It did.
It happened to my very best friend. It happened to my wife. Ruthie is
my wife. You probably guessed that by now. It really was me all the
time.
   I told you it was true. I have spoken as much of the truth as I can
remember. I have told you no lies. Ruthie and I are what I have said
we are. How can I write pornography about my own wife? I'll just say
you would have to know us to understand.
   Why did I write it? I'm not really sure. I've asked myself the same
question. Obviously Ruthie and I are both highly sexual people. She
knows I'm writing this but hasn't yet asked to read it. Maybe one day
she will. I'm glad to share it because it is a love story. But since I
became involved with Ruthie, stories of incest and experiences of
young girls turn me on. They really didn't before Ruthie, but they do
now. Very often we pretend she is a young virgin. It gets us both off.
Just as I love to look through Ruthie's baby book, I think someday
soon she will ask to read this. As soon as I send it up to the board I
plan to find her and tell her it's finished. She may even ask to read
it tonight. She may read it before you do. Even as you read this, we
may be making love while she reflects on what I have written about us.
   Does she still make it with her father? I think she probably does.
The opportunity is there. I can't ask you to understand this or accept
it, but I don't care. If I had to guess, I would guess they probably
do on occasions. It doesn't concern me and I don't ask.
   Ruthie is -- as I write this final chapter on July 31, 1989 --
three months pregnant. She 29 now. We have a two-year-old girl and a
baby son, eleven months. The boy is dark like like me but the girl is
very fair. I wonder about her origins but she is my daughter, no
matter who the father is and I love her very much. She is a beautiful
little girl. Already starting to look a little bit like her mother.
   What is the relationship between Ruthie's father and me? Strained,
I guess I have to say. He is as friendly as anyone could ask, I just
don't feel totally comfortable with him. It's getting better. Except
for the socially "horrible" things he did with his daughter, he seems
a well-adjusted man. That facet of my life will improve and I expect
he will continue to live with us for the rest of his life.
   How goes the marriage? It gets better every day. Ruthie is an
incredibly gifted lover; I sense that her enthusiasm is a result of
her love for me. That love is returned without reservation. It may be
one of the strangest marriages on record, but I bet it's better than
most.
   One last comment before we leave each other. Just the facts, folks,
that's all. And am I really telling the truth? Really?
   Obviously our names aren't Jack and Ruthie Williams. One last time
before I go... Everything here is true. All of it. I hope your
marriage is half as good as mine. If it is, hold onto it. Love is a
precious thing no matter what manner of expression it takes or from
what origins it arises. Thanks for listening.


Jack