Message-ID: <16685eli$9810200536@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/16685.txt> From: Sxjames@aol.com Subject: {Jack} RP by Request "Ruthie" (complete) (MF, Mf, pedo/teen, inc, true) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <715af0ec.362c05cc@aol.com> Due to multipule requests this is being reposted, complete this time. --=========== Ruthie, by Jack ==========-- 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 your 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 wanted to get up my front hole. I knew then that I had wanted him to do more. Even as he sucked at me, I could feel guilt and shame. I wanted to tell him that I didn't want him to do this and that he should stop. But the feelings and the sounds of slurping were driving me crazy again and I knew I wouldn't say a word, at least not until he was finished. My back was against the sink and my body curved in a 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 cared. I just wanted him to do me. And I did him every night, too. He played with my breasts a whole lot. They really seemed to turn him on. He was always telling me how beautiful they were and how big they were. I knew they weren't all that big, because I had looked at some of the other girls at gym class in the shower. A lot of girls in my class had bigger ones than mine, but some were still pretty flat. I was glad that I wasn't like that, because then Daddy wouldn't have had anything to play with. Somehow my breasts always got him going. Even on nights when he was tired, if I wanted to do it, I would just go find him and unbutton my shirt. Once he saw them, Jack, he couldn't keep his hands off them. He taught me things that a girl could do with her mouth to make a man feel good. But sometimes I thought up things of my own, and that always surprised him. He loved it when I came up with a new trick. I remember the first time he came inside my mouth. By then, I had seen him come lots of times and I had even tasted his come, because he asked me to lick it off his stomach. It was warm and tasted really salty. I didn't love the taste, but I didn't dislike it, either. And I knew it was what he wanted me to do. He always told me when he was about to come, and I would take my mouth off and rub his dick up and down with my hand. Sometimes I would play with his balls with my other hand but sometimes I would lick them with my tongue. One night, he told me he wanted me to try something new. "Ruthie," he whispered in my ear as he played with my pussy. "When you suck me tonight, I want you to try to keep it in your mouth while I come. All you have to do is swallow it and keep sucking. Do you think you could do that?" I had imagined many times what it would be like to drink my Daddy's come. I thought I could, but said, "I'm not sure, Daddy, but I'll try." So I took his dick in my mouth and began to suck. I had my hand around the base and was moving my mouth up and down on the top part. Then I moved my hand down to his balls, tried to relax my throat like he had taught me to do, and took as much of him into my mouth as I could. Pretty soon, I could feel it start to jerk in my mouth and I could tell by the jerks that he was getting close to coming. I was nervous, but I also wanted to know what it would be like for Daddy to shoot inside me. This was the time when I always stopped and played with his dick with my hand while he came. But now he took my head in his hands and held it down. Jack, when he started coming in my mouth, I thought I'd choke -- but he started whispering, "Swallow it, honey. Swallow it and keep sucking." I did, and when he was finished, I was proud of myself. I knew I had made my Daddy happy and I knew that from now on, I could handle his come in my mouth. I hadn't really tasted it that much, but had just swallowed it, and it was no problem. I felt good because I had pleased him. That's all I thought about: I wanted to make my Daddy feel good. I could hold back no longer. I grabbed Ruthie's ass and pulled her towards me strongly, once again emptying my dick into her pussy. She floated up against me and let me control her body while she paddled with her arms. I moved her up and down on my swollen dick until it erupted again and I was shooting my seed deep into the body of my beautiful water nymph. It was an incredible orgasm and I pulled her head to me and pressed my mouth against hers, totally out of control in my lust. She clung to me like a baby, giving and taking and enjoying the strength of the incredible emotion that we were feeling for each other. Finally, she backed off, floated away from me. She started giggling and splashed me with water. "Let's get out and lie on the sand," she suggested. Actually, there was no sand because this was a farmer's pond in a pasture, but we lay down by the bank of the water. "I love making love in the water, Jack," she said softly. "Maybe someday I'll tell you why." I had been drawn into her story to the point where I felt compelled to ask her the one question I really was interested in knowing the answer to. "Ruthie," I said, as I tickled her breasts while we lay in the short grass by the water. "When did you and your father start to go all the way?" She looked at me very seriously and for a moment I thought I might have trodden on forbidden ground. But then she smiled a smile that was like a whisper of a memory that would always ride on the edge of her mind forever. Her answer was in a tone of reverence, and full only of love... My thirteenth birthday was on a Saturday. Mom was still working the four to midnight shift. We had a party, and several of my friends came. A boy who I think was interested in me came, and we had a great time. After the party, Mom left for work and Daddy and I cleaned up. I was washing the dishes when he came up behind me and slipped his hands under my sweatshirt until they were on my breasts. I felt my nipples getting hard and he took each of them between his fingers and played with them. "Did you have a good time today, honey?" he whispered in my ear, as he caressed it with his tongue. "Oh, Daddy, I had a wonderful time!" I turned around and we kissed each other with our mouths open. His hands were all over me, and I was soon turned on. I wanted him to suck my nipples right there, but he backed off. "Why don't we get in my bed?" he suggested. I was ready, so we went into his room. You have to understand, Jack, Daddy had been pushing at my pussy for six months with his dick, I think he was trying to stretch it so I could take him down there. But that birthday night, when he began to push against me, I knew something was going to be different. "Ruthie," he whispered, "today you are no longer a little girl. Today you became a teenager. Childhood never really ends, honey. There are memories of childhood in every grownup. But today was a special day for you, and I want to make tonight a special night for you, too, sweetheart. You'll always be Daddy's little girl, but tonight I want to show you what it's like to be a woman." I wasn't quite sure what he meant, so I just lay there -- but I knew this night would be different. Very soon, I knew what was different. He had put his dick up against my hole plenty of times, but usually it was just teasing or at least gentle probing. When he pushed his dick against me that night, I knew he was trying to it get inside. Jack, I can't tell you how I felt. I was scared to death that it would go in me, but the things that he'd been doing to me for the last six months had made me think a lot about what it would be like if he ever put it inside. I was so curious about it that if he wanted to do it, I wouldn't stop him. That night I knew it was about to happen for the first time and didn't try to stop it. He had his dick right at my hole, and he was pushing hard and squirming and moving around. The pressure hurt and I cried out once -- I didn't mean to, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to help him but I just didn't know how. He backed off when I cried out and hugged me to him. My words came out without my thinking about what I was saying. "Don't stop, Daddy," I whispered. "I want to be a woman. I want you to put it in there." "Oh Ruthie," he answered. "I've wanted to do this for so long, but I promised myself that I'd wait until you were thirteen." Then he slipped down between my thighs. "I'm going to kiss you to get you ready." I figured I was about as ready as I was going to be. Even though it hurt, I felt the need to have him in there. But he started licking me, so I gave in and let it feel good. He pushed his tongue into my hole, then pulled it out again. He rolled it around and around my button while he tried to open my hole with his fingers. With his other hand, he played with my back hole. Then he put both his hands under my ass and lifted me off the bed, pushing his mouth against me and sucking my button. I went off like a fire cracker, jerking in spasms that I had no control over. I was as hot as an oven and I needed him to fill me up. I lost control and started screaming, "Come on, Daddy, fuck me! Please, Daddy; please fuck me!" He had never heard that word from me and probably didn't know that I knew it, but I think that when I said, "Fuck me, Daddy," he lost control, too. He got up and took a jar of vaseline from the side of the bed. He spread some on his dick until it glistened, then he got back on top of me and took his dick in his hand. He led it to my hole, and began to push. "Push back, honey," he moaned. "If you want Daddy to fuck you, push back." Jack, I was as turned on as I'd ever been, but still it hurt. I pushed as much as I could, and tried to spread my legs wider so he could get his dick in. I spread them so far apart that I thought I'd split open, but it still didn't go in. Daddy was breathing really hard, and I think I started to cry, but I was determined not to quit now. I was going to be a woman if it killed me. He put his hands under my hips and jerked me hard up against his body. His dick rammed against my hole with all the force that we could manage. Then, I was screaming and crying as the pain went up through my lower stomach, pulsing and throbbing, and Daddy was moaning and gasping. He was inside me. My Daddy had his dick inside my pussy, only my pussy was on fire. It was a sharp pain, Jack, and it was really bad. I didn't think I could stand it. I felt like he must have had his whole cock inside me, but to my amazement, he started sliding it further in. I knew then that I couldn't hold it all. I just wasn't big enough yet. "Wait, Daddy!" I cried between gulps of air. "Please don't put it in any more; it hurts." I was crying, and he was sweating and puffing. Then I heard him take a deep breath, and I think he was trying to get control of himself, because he stopped pushing and started kissing me and playing with my hair. "My brave little girl, my darling princess." Jack, he hadn't called me his princess in years, but it was my childhood name. The memories of it made me remember how much I loved my Daddy, and I tried to stop crying. "Daddy," I gasped. "Just give me a minute to get used to it. It just feels like it's too big to go in me." "Do you want me to take it out?" he whispered. I knew that was the last thing he wanted, but to tell you the truth, I did; the pain was still killing me. But I just couldn't ask him to do it after he had called me his princess again. I liked being my Daddy's princess. "No," I answered. "Just let me get used to it." And really, after a while, the sharp pain stopped, and was replaced by what I'd call just a bad soreness. But it still felt like I had a telephone pole stuck up me. He didn't try to put it any further in, he just was kissing me and tickling my breasts, playing with my hair, and running his hands around my ass. Tickling my breasts turned me on again, in spite of the pain. He started sucking my nipples and rubbing his tongue over them, and I almost forgot the pain in my pussy because he was making my breasts feel so good. Finally, he put his hand down on my button and began to play with it. He was so gentle and so loving that gradually, the pain didn't matter so much anymore. Now my emotions were in real conflict. My pussy still hurt, but I felt for the first time that my pussy was doing what it was meant for: holding my Daddy's dick inside me. I began to feel the needs of a woman, and I wanted to have my Daddy's dick inside me. It began to build inside me, and I began to move my hips against him. It still hurt, but now I wanted more. I knew now what he meant about making me a woman. I whispered into his ear, "Fuck me now, Daddy. Please Daddy, fuck your little princess." He put his hands on my ass and pulled me up to him so that it started to go deeper again. This time, the pleasure overcame the pain, and I wanted it. Oh, Jack, I really wanted it! "Fuck me, Daddy," I said out loud, then, louder: "Come on, do it to me! I need it! Push it all the way in! Fuck me, Daddy, fuck your little girl!" He was all the way inside now; I could tell because I could feel our bodies touching. It hurt like hell, but I now knew that I could do it, and I knew that I had never wanted anything in my life as much as I wanted my Daddy to make his dick come inside me. He had explained to me a long time ago that I couldn't make a baby by sucking his juice, but I knew I could make one if he shot his juice in my pussy. If we hadn't been fucking, I would have cared; at that moment, I didn't. He started thrusting in and out. He was trying to go slowly so he wouldn't hurt me, but he did hurt me. Still, Jack, there's a time when the pleasure makes the pain disappear and I was so turned on that I had reached that point. I was pushing back, trying to get my Daddy's dick as deep inside me as I could. I couldn't believe that he could get it all the way in, but he did, and I wanted it. It didn't feel like when he sucked me -- it was different -- but I liked the feeling. I needed his dick inside me now. Pretty soon I could tell that Daddy was getting ready, because he started pushing in and out faster and faster. He was breathing hard now, gasping for breath, and I was, too. I kept trying to spread my legs further and further apart, and pushed up at him, it was almost reflexive now, because I wanted it, but he was still doing most of the work. Then, suddenly, I felt it getting bigger and jerking, and he rammed it all the way up inside me. I didn't know until then that he hadn't really put it all the way in. The pain returned, but Daddy was crying and moaning and I knew he was coming inside me. I couldn't feel the juice, but I knew it was shooting out because he just held his dick all the way in and stopped moving, and I could feel it jerking by itself inside my hole. Finally, he started to calm down and I knew it was over. I didn't come that first time, but I was filled with love for my Daddy and as he settled down against me, I hugged him and kissed his cheek. To my surprise, his cheek was wet. He was crying. "What's the matter, Daddy?" I whispered. "Are you okay, princess?" "Daddy, I'm fine -- I really am. I liked it; I really did." Slowly, he slipped out of me and we cuddled for a long time. After a while, I realized that Daddy had gone to sleep in my arms. I thought about slipping out and going to my bed, but instead, I stayed in his arms for a long time, thinking about being my Daddy's princess and the things that we had done. I felt like a woman in those moments, and wanted to fall asleep in Daddy's arms. But I knew that mother would be home before long, and finally slipped away to my room. He didn't wake. Ruthie's story of losing her virginity to her father on her thirteenth birthday had my emotions churning. I had never thought much about child abuse, except when I read about it in the paper. Almost every day there are stories of grown men raping girls Ruthie's age, and even younger. I had always read them with a certain amount of emotional detachment; I felt sorry for these children who were abused, but I really couldn't relate to it on a personal level. Now a whole new world had been opened to me. Here was an adult woman, willingly telling me that the same thing had happened to her. She had actively participated in it and had liked it. It made me wonder about Ruthie's psychological make-up. More than that, it made me wonder about how much child abuse goes on unreported because the child doesn't consider it to be child abuse. Obviously, Ruthie didn't. I won't pretend the ability to project my mind into the thoughts of a young girl involved in a sexual relationship. I can only tell you that Ruthie spoke of her father without resentment or regret, only with love. I can also tell you that I was now fairly sure that I was in love with a very mixed up young woman. Given Ruthie's pattern, I didn't' expect to hear from her again for a few days at least, and looked forward dejectedly to trying to gain satisfaction from one of the other girls I was dating. For once, I was wrong. About ten minutes after I got home from work the next day, the phone rang. When I picked it up, Ruthie was on the other end. "Jack, hi. I'm at County Hospital. Please come down here -- I need you. Please, Jack!" She was crying and running her words together. I waited until she finished and said, "Ruthie, what happened?" "My Daddy, Jack. He was in a wreck. Some drunk kid hit his car, and he was in a wreck. Oh God, Jack, please come down here. I need you. Please come right now!" She was obviously hysterical, A small detached part of me felt like I was making a guest appearance in one of the afternoon soap operas, but I was far too emotionally attached to Ruthie by now to do anything but go to her. She really sounded like she needed my help. "Ruthie, I can be there in ten minutes. Is he hurt bad?" "I don't know. Nobody will tell me anything. Please, Jack, if you care anything about me, come to me now." I did, and I did. I found her sitting in the second floor lobby. When she saw me, she ran to me and molded herself to me. It was a great kiss, worth the trip. "Oh, Jack," she finally said. "I'm so glad you came." "How's he doing?" I asked, still trying to regain my composure from the intensity of her kiss. "They finally came out and told me. It's not as bad as they thought. His neck is sprained, and his head was cut really bad, but that's the worst. The bad thing was that he lost a lot of blood because the damned ambulance took so long getting to him. Would you believe there was another wreck and they couldn't get through? Isn't that just ridiculous, he could have bled to death. Anyway, they say he'll be here four or five days, then he can come home." I hate to sound selfish, but five days of Ruthie without her father's presence sounded mighty good to me. I didn't hate the old man, but I surely hadn't formed any attachment to him. He was my competitor for Ruthie. "I feel better now," she confided. "I thought he was going to die, Jack. I really kept thinking he was going to leave me and die. If he had died, I would have died, too." That one scared me, but I made no comment, and let her go on. "He's asleep now, Jack. I want to tell him goodnight, then I guess we can go." So we went down the hall and walked into the room. The man who lay in the bed made an immediate impression upon me. He was large, and looked virile despite the tubes in his arms. Somehow, he reminded me of a sleeping lion. I thought I would feel revulsion, but what I really felt was a combination of envy and fear. Even in a hospital bed, this was a man to be reckoned with. I wanted Ruthie for my own, but how could I compete with this man and the bond that had been forged between them in all their years together? Her goodbye was emotional, a combination of "I love you Daddy," kisses, and touching his body. He didn't stir. Whatever they had him on, he was really under; a normal man would have had to be almost dead not to respond to the way she was touching and kissing him. Finally she let go of his hand and turned to me. "Let's go to my place," she said, and I nodded. Ruthie's mother had left home when she discovered her husband's relationship with her daughter (but that's later in the story), and no- one knew where she was. We had the house to ourselves. It was a huge two-story frame house with porches all around. The front porch on the second story was sagging. I'd followed Ruthie in my car, and as we entered the house, I felt her father's presence like a spirit, hovering around us. Amazingly, Ruthie was fairly upbeat when we got home. I think the doctors had reassured her, and she was satisfied that her father would be back soon. She gave me a tour of the place -- almost a mansion, though a shabby one -- and we finally ended up in a bedroom on the second floor. Suddenly, she became very somber. "This is our bed, Jack. This is the bed where we make love. He slept here with my mother, but it's where he makes love to me." Then: "Wherever I make love to you, Jack, it cannot be here. This bed is for Daddy and me." The unspoken resentment she felt for her mother was apparent, but I took it as a challenge. I resolved that one day Ruthie would come to me when I was in that bed. Still, she sounded so serious, so fanatical, that I decided there was no point in discussing anything about that right now. Though I accepted it (and it sometimes even turned me on), Ruthie's behavior with her father was still an unnatural obsession. My problem, as I said before, was that my obsession with Ruthie deepened each time I was with her. I knew that I'd soon be unable to keep Ruthie from learning that I wanted her for myself. But this wasn't the time, and we stood in that room where so much had happened, thinking our own thoughts. Finally, after several moments, she took my hand and said sweetly, "Let's go downstairs and have a drink." Ruthie can always tell what a man wants. I don't know how. She didn't bring a drink; she brought a bottle, an ice bucket and two glasses. She also brought a pitcher of water, but that night I chose to take my bourbon straight. I already knew there would be no sex that night for me, but I sat on the couch, and Ruthie sat on the floor at my feet. As I played with her hair, she began again to tell me about her relationship with her father... After we did it that first night, I woke about five in the morning. Jack, I was sore, but I was so horny I couldn't stand it. I wanted to do it again. I got up, and tiptoed to my parents' room. My mom was home and they were both asleep. I looked at them in bed, and I think that was the first time I felt jealous and envious of my mother. She was in bed with my Daddy, and I wanted to be there instead. I won't say that I hated her, but she was in the way. I saw that I couldn't get to him without waking her, and went back to bed. The next morning, we were supposed to leave on vacation. School was out and we were going to the beach. I had looked forward to it for weeks, but now the thought crossed my mind that I wished my mother wouldn't go. Of course, she did and we got a room in a real neat motel right by the water. My pussy was still sore, but I was trying to figure out how I could get Daddy to make love to me again. It was all I could think about. After dinner, I took a walk on the beach in my bathing suit. It was a two-piece, and I thought it showed me off pretty well. I walked for an hour and when I got back to the beach in front of the motel, Daddy was sitting on the sand waiting for me. It was almost dark. "Hello, princess," he said. "Want to go for a swim?" I had never been in after dark, but it was hot and, besides, I would be with my Daddy. "Okay," I said. He took my hand and led me down the beach. The water felt good and we went out beyond the breakers. For a while we just played innocently, splashing and trying to dunk each other under the water. It grew dark and the moonlight on the waves made a million little lights all around us. We floated and bobbed up and down with the motion of the water. I couldn't help but think of all the times my Daddy had played with me in the water like this when I was a little girl. He had always made our beach trips fun because he had always taken me way out in the water like this, even when I was really young. Only now we were out there alone after dark, and I was thinking about all the things that we had done together since the last time we had been in the water like this. Jack, I felt such love for my Daddy. When I was a little girl he made me happy. Now that I was grown up, he was making me happy in a whole new way. Finally, I started to get impatient with him and wanted him to play with me like a woman, but he anticipated me. He stopped kidding, and put his hands on my shoulders and I could feel him more than see him looking at me intently in the darkness. "Ruthie," he said, very seriously. "I need to know what you feel about what happened last night." I didn't want to get into a long talk or analyze what had happened. I wanted my Daddy to put his dick inside me again. I decided I wouldn't answer him, but I reached up and took off the top of my bathing suit. The light from the moon allowed him to see my breasts as the shimmering water washed against them. The way the water played with my breasts made me feel sexy. I felt even sexier when I saw that Daddy was looking at them and I knew that he wanted to touch them. He tried to speak again. "If you don't want to..." I knew where he was going and I didn't want to have him talk about it, so I jumped up on him and clung to him and and stuck my tongue in his mouth as far as it would go. Making love in the water was a whole new experience for me. Since then, I've always loved to do it in the water. I pulled Daddy's suit down, and he kicked it off. Then he pulled my pants down and they floated away. I reached for his dick. It was hard as a rock, and I felt him react as I touched it. He started running his hands all over my breasts. I was thrilled at his touch, Jack, because he was gentle but he was also insistent. He lifted me so my breasts were even with his mouth. He had his hands around my hips, and pulled my pussy against his stomach, and he began to make love to my breasts with his mouth. He sucked my nipples, one at a time, then licked up and down between them. He ran his tongue around each nipple, teasing me and making me push my pussy up against him. I wanted him to touch my pussy and I knew I wanted him to put his dick back inside me. I was out of my mind with the need to feel him inside me. Then he pushed me away and turned me around so my back was to him. He pulled me against him, and one hand went my breasts while the other went to my pussy. I could feel his dick trying to find my back hole. Finally it did. He pushed just enough to make it feel good, not enough to hurt. And he played with my nipples, squeezing one, then the other, cupping them and running his hands all over them as we bobbed up and down to the movement of the waves. His other hand was playing with my button and that was making me crazy. He rubbed fast for a while, then slowly. If he'd kept on, I'd have come right there in his arms. But he quit every time I got close. It was frustrating, but it made me want him to do it to me even more. Then Daddy did a new thing. He lowered his hand from my button to my hole. It was amazing, Jack, I could feel his fingers pulling my pussy open, then he surprised me by putting one finger inside of me. He started rotating his finger around inside my pussy and pushing it in and out, and another finger snuck up and started teasing my button again. His dick was still playing with my back hole, and his left hand was teasing my breasts until they felt swollen. It was so romantic, Jack. The moon was out and it reflected on the waves while Daddy and I floated in the warm water. No girl in the world could possibly have been as happy as I was at that moment. But the orgasm was building inside me. It got stronger and stronger, and soon I could no longer think about where we were, only of what my Daddy was doing to me. It felt like we were the only people in the world, that we were alone and could do whatever we wanted, forever. It didn't take long, Jack. My orgasm started and my hips moved, and it built and it built and I finally went off. My body went rigid, then started to spasm. I shook and jerked and it felt so good that I wanted it to keep going forever. I gave myself to the feelings and let the natural needs of my body have their way. I can't really express what I felt, but I knew then that I was hooked on what my Daddy was doing to me, and I would never do anything to prevent him from continuing to do it to me. At that moment I loved more than ever, and I wished we could stay like this, just the only two people in the world, making love all night in the water. Finally my orgasm died and I began to relax. But there was a need in me that hadn't been satisfied, despite the terrific orgasm I had just had. I wanted his dick in me. I knew he had turned me on so he could put his dick in me. He could have put it in anyway, but after what he had just done to me, I knew I had to have it in me again. It might hurt, but I didn't care at all. When he let me go, I swam away a few feet, then turned and came back to him. I guess I knew he wanted to put it in me and I was in a silly mood, so I pressed against him and took his dick in my hand. "Daddy, your dick is really hard," I teased. He didn't respond, so I stuck my tongue in his mouth and let him suck it for a little while. Then I backed away. "Daddy, do you want to fuck me? Do you want to stick your dick way up inside me and shoot your come up my hole?" I was teasing him and I was enjoying it. "I'll tell you what, Daddy: If you can fuck me good enough to make me come again, then I won't tell mom about what we're doing." He laughed, a big friendly laugh, at that. He knew I was bluffing, and thought it was great. "All right, young lady," he teased back. "Let's see if I really made a woman out of you last night." He began to kiss my face, then our mouths joined and we sucked at each other. He took his dick in his hand, and began to rub it up and down my hole. I wanted it inside, but he was teasing me. He wouldn't put it in. He rubbed it against my button until I was afraid I would come before he put it in, but then he backed off. "Are you ready, princess?" he whispered, out of breath now. "I've been ready for an hour," I responded. "Your little princess wants her Daddy up inside her. Please, Daddy, do it to me. Do me hard, Daddy, do it to me as hard as you want to." As we moved together in love, the warm waves lifted us up and down. When Daddy entered me this second time, there was almost no pain at all. This time there was only pleasure, a wonderful pleasure as my Daddy pushed his cock up inside me. This time, though, he wasn't as gentle as he had been last night. He put his hands on my ass and he thrust in and out of me really deep. I was still sore from the night before, but so turned on that I didn't care. I felt only my need, my need to have my Daddy's dick inside me, all the way, and he felt the same need. In and out he went, and I was pushing against him, trying to get more of it in. I was so hot, Jack, and it just felt so good. I hadn't heard the expression about fucking a girl's brains out yet; that's what I wanted him to do to me that night. I came first. When I felt it coming, I tried to block it out. It was so strong that I was scared by it. But I couldn't stop it. It built untill I was crazy for his dick and pushed myself against him. I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me and every time he thrust, I whispered "Fuck.... Fuck.... Fuck.... Fuck your Princess good, Daddy." When it came I wanted his whole body inside me, not just his dick. I couldn't get it in far enough. And as I was coming, he came, too. Coming together is the greatest thing on earth, Jack, but it was my first time and it was even better. I knew he was shooting in me, and I felt my pussy sucking hard on his dick. I'll never forget that night, Jack. It was the first time I came while he was inside me and it was complete fulfillment for me. Now you understand why I like making love in the water. Daddy was lucky, he found his bathing suit. We looked for mine for a long time, but it was gone. We sneaked into the room. Thank goodness, Mom didn't wake up. The next morning I told her I had put it out on the rail to dry and somebody had stolen it. She was really mad and told me I'd just have to go in without a suit on. Daddy kept quiet, but had a hard time not laughing. Later, Daddy and I went out and he picked out a new one for me. Believe it or not, I still have it, but it doesn't fit, of course." I was starting to feel the bourbon, but my dick was pushing hard against my pants. I wanted her to take it out, but I was sure that Ruthie wouldn't want sex on a night when her father was seriously injured in the hospital so I made no move. Instead, she made the move for me. "Would you like me to dance for you, Jack?" she asked suddenly. "My Daddy loves me to dance for him. I'll dance for you if you want." I wasn't sure what I was getting into here, in fact I was never sure about anything with Ruthie but I went along. "Honey, I'd love to have you dance for me." I sat down in a soft blue chair. Ruthie went to the stereo, found a station that played soft rock and turned it down low. Then she went around the room and turned off all the lights except for two electric candles over the stone fireplace. These she dimmed so the room was bathed in shadows. Then she began to dance. Ruthie wore a white blouse that buttoned up the front, a pale blue skirt and low-heeled white shoes. She kicked off the shoes, closed her eyes and began to move with the music. I poured a fresh drink and watched her move, thinking how lovely she looked in the shadows. Sometimes she wore her hair up, but tonight it fell over her slim shoulders. She began to sway with the music, moving her hips, running her arms over and around herself, throwing her head back, then flipping it forward so that her hair cascaded over her shoulders. I sat transfixed. It was absolutely the most sensuous thing I had ever seen. There was nothing obscene about Ruthie's dancing, yet it was so suggestive and provocative that I couldn't take my eyes from her. She spun, she pranced, then turned and wriggled her sweet ass at me for a moment. When she turned to face me again, the white blouse was unbuttoned to her waist. She continued to sway to the music, but began to move forward and backward with her hips. Now she was mimicking sex, and her hands went to her breasts. She began to feel herself, running her hands over her breasts and playing with her hard nipples. Her eyes were still closed and she appeared to be completely lost within herself. Then a faster song came on and her hips responded to the beat. Now Ruthie no longer moved fluidly; she tilted her hips forward as though an invisible partner were thrusting into her. She began to moan and her hands started running over the front of her skirt. Quickly, she turned around again. When she faced me once more, the blue skirt was dropping to the floor and her bare feet stepped out of it. I don't know if Ruthie ever wears underwear, but there were no panties that night. Her soft blond bush was soft and shiny in the dim light. Her hand crept down her belly until it nestled in pubic hair. Stretching out one long slim finger as I watched in fascination, she began to play with herself. The music droned on. Ruthie gently caressed her breasts with her left hand while her right hand teased her pussy and her fingers entered it. I drained my glass and glued my eyes to the crazy young woman with whom I was in love. The music changed again, and so did she. Now the beat was slow, and her body movements matched it. She took each breast in one hand. She played with them while she rotated and moved to the slow beat of the song. I was so far gone that I stood up, unbuckled my pants and let them drop to the floor. If Ruthie were going to do this to me, then I was going to enjoy it. I sat back down and took my dick in my right hand. I started rubbing up and down, masturbating to the movements of Ruthie's erotic dance. We played with ourselves while she danced, and she began to move faster. Her right hand dropped to her pussy again. The beat was still slow, but Ruthie's movements no longer matched it. She was now totally engrossed in herself and her sexual feelings, and had no idea that she was driving me out of my mind. Suddenly she stopped dancing, stood still on the floor, but her left hand was all over her breasts while her right hand moved rapidly in her pussy. Her hips were jutting forward and back, and I knew she was close to orgasm. She started to whimper. "C'mon, Daddy," she moaned. "Fuck me harder. Harder! Harder!" She moved still faster, and her hands raced over her body. The moaning became a chant: "Make me come, Daddy; make me come, Daddy; make me come, Daddy." Then she screamed, so loudly that I feared the neighbors might hear, "Make me a baby, Daddy! Make a baby in your little princess!" With that, I jerked my head up, suddenly very alert -- but at the same time, my out-of-control dick shot hot come all over my shirt. Ruthie went off, too, and I could see that she had her fingers deep inside her. Her hair covered her face and her mouth was open. She was gasping for air and her climax continued. "Make me another baby! Mama won't know this time," she moaned again as she moved, out of control. I had finished my orgasm and was drained but I couldn't stop looking at Ruthie. Her head was bobbing back and forth, her hair was flying, and she was still coming. Finally she seemed to slow down, but her eyes were still closed, and I heard her mutter under her breath as she ran her hand over her swollen nipples. "Make me another baby, Daddy. Mama can't stop us now." Her eyes opened and she looked around as though wondering where she was. She saw me in the chair with my dick in my hand, came to me and knelt before me. "Oh, my lover, I'm so glad you're here," she whispered. "I love you, my beautiful lover." Ruthie leaned forward and my dick was suddenly in her mouth. Her long blond hair fell over over my lap and her velvet mouth pulled at me as if to suck my body into hers. As turned on as I was, my head was swimming. I was out of control with Ruthie. She pulled at my dick with long strokes to which I would willingly have surrendered. But one phrase repeated itself over and over in my mind: I kept hearing Ruthie say, "Make me another baby, Daddy. Mama can't stop us this time." 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, too 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 pale skin against the black dress made her look like a pale goddess and I was lost again in the sensuousness of her incredible body. Her breasts filled the dress like they wanted to pop out and gain their freedom. I couldn't help it -- I was getting turned on just looking at her. She smiled at me and said in a demure voice, "What would my lover like to eat?" She knew only too well what I wanted to eat. I wanted to taste her wetness on my tongue, to slide my tongue inside her wet hole, and then lick her to orgasm as she had done to me so often in the last few days. I would not mention the baby -- yet. After all, Ruthie was telling her own story in her own time, and she would get to that part when she was ready. She stood up and took my hand. She didn't speak but she led me through the front door and up the stairs. My morality could not fight the sight of Ruthie in that dress. I followed like a young boy hoping for a reward. As usual, I got it. Inside her bedroom, Ruthie turned to me and her mouth found mine. Her lips crushed mine, her tongue slipped into my mouth, and she took her long blonde hair and began to wrap it around my head. My hands were running up and down the sides of her body, such a tiny, slim body, but firm and strong. I enfolded her as she played with her hair, and my kiss was full of love and want and sex and desire. I opened up and gave myself to her, no longer caring about anything but the beautiful woman in my arms. All objectivity was gone. Grudgingly we broke the kiss, breathless from the strength of its passion. Ruthie smiled her wisp of a smile that I'd learned foreshadowed something new. "Would you like to see my baby book, Jack?" she said, her eyes full of laughter. She had caught me off guard again. It wasn't at all what I wanted just then, but I'd learned that with Ruthie, if you went along, then you might get surprised. "Sure, Ruthie," I answered. "I'd like that very much." But instead of getting it, she began to take my clothes off. She removed my tie and my shirt and played over my nipples with her tongue. Finally her hands found my belt buckle, and she opened it, smoothly dropping my pants to the floor. I wanted her to take my dick in her hand, but she suddenly skipped away. "Why don't you pull down the covers and get comfortable? I'll go get my book." I complied while she went to the closet. She had kicked off her shoes and stood on tip-toes to pull down a gray volume almost an inch thick. She returned to the bed, got in, and snuggled up beside me. She was still fully dressed. "Do you really want to see my baby book, Jack?" I felt like I was being teased -- and I was -- but I went along: "Okay, Ruthie, let's have a look." She opened the book to the first page and I drew in my breath. The caption in black letters said, "Ruthie 12 Years Old" and there she was. A miniature Ruthie stared up from the page, a promise of what she would become. I could see the likeness, but the innocence of that younger Ruthie turned me on even as it reawakened my sense of morality. Twelve-year-old Ruthie was a tiny little princess, a fairy-like creature, beautiful beyond belief. The young child that stared into the camera like a tiny angel. She was also totally naked. Mesmerized as I was, a part of my mind was whispering, "Jack, he took pictures of her." Thoughts of child abuse returned but were overwhelmed by the picture before me. The breasts were incredibly tiny, but the nipples already formed. The 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 there had ever been any baby fat, it was gone long before these pictures were taken. Each was a study in perfection. Some were overtly pornographic, others would have qualified as art had they had been taken with better equipment and more technical skill. I couldn't believe how many of them there were. Was there really time for so much sex, and to take all these pictures, too? Obviously, they spent most of their time together in sexual games. Ruthie's mouth pulled at me more insistently now. I'd been trying to hold back my orgasm to look at the pictures. But page after page of naked little Ruthie worked through my eyes and the real Ruthie turned on the rest of me and I could hold back no longer. I stared at a picture of her on the bed. The covers were in disarray, and Ruthie's hair was all over her face. She had a satisfied look that told me what her father had just 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 her experiences and the subject woke me