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Ruthie (F/f, oral; inc, m/g, pedo)
RUTHIE ONE
Ruthie Barker was the girl who made me forget my inhibitions long
enough to ask her if she wanted to meet someone new. When she said
sure and told me where she lived, I said I'd ride home with her and
walk back to get my car. She stopped in front of a brick house and
turned off the lights.
"This is where you live?" I asked. She said no and pointed to a
white two-story house with the second story porch roof beginning to
sag.
"I live there, but my Dad wouldn't like it if a guy brought me
home." I looked at her. It was too dark to see now, but at the store I
had seen the long straight shiny blonde hair that curled up at the
bottom and framed a soft face with tiny features. I had seen the white
ankles that made you want to take off her shoes. This was no teenager
and I didn't get it.
"Ruthie, how old are you?"
"Twenty-three," she responded.
"And you father doesn't allow you to date?"
I could feel her looking at me. "You must be the only guy in town
who doesn't know about me," she whispered.
"Know what?" I responded.
"If we're gonna see each other at all, you need to know so I'll
tell you now. I'd like to be with you, but you need to know this about
me because it's not going to change even if you still want to see me."
"Go on."
"Okay," she sighed. "My father and I sleep together. That's why I
don't get asked out -- everybody here knows. No, don't say anything,
let me tell it all. It started when I was twelve and my mother worked
as a nurse at night. At first my Daddy just came into my room after I
was in my PJs, and he sat at the bottom of the bed and talked to me.
While he talked, he played with my feet. He didn't tickle, I think of
it now as a gentle caress that he did with his hands. It felt good, in
fact, it made me feel a little funny but I didn't know why. And we
just talked. I really loved my Dad..."
And she told me:
I'll never forget the night he started things going further. I had
on a pink nightie, kind of thin and short because it was hot. I didn't
have any covers on, either. When he came in, he just looked at me for
a while and smiled. I moved my feet so he could sit down, but instead
he sat down beside me. We talked some and he was smiling, then he put
his hand on my tummy. I felt kind of strange because he didn't seem
like he was trying to tickle me, just caressing me like he did with my
feet. When he moved his hand up to my left breast he just kept on
talking like nothing had changed, and I was so shocked that I just
kept listening. Usually we talked about all kinds of different things
but when he started touching my breast and saw that I was going to let
him do it...
Jack, I was so surprised and confused that I was scared to say
anything. Then he started talking in the same calm tone about how much
he loved me and loved touching me and he never wanted anything to
happen so that we couldn't have what he called "our times together.' I
didn't know what to do, so I said, "Me too, Daddy," and that's when he
started to put his hand inside. I was frozen and I was scared but I
didn't do anything.
I started to feel guilty.
Jack, the first few times I felt so guilty about it all because,
even at twelve, I knew it was wrong, but I liked it! It felt good, and
I liked it.
Anyway, on that first night, after he put his hand inside, I could
feel his fingers on my breast. I had fairly big ones for being twelve,
but I hadn't really thought about letting anybody touch them. I
thought my parents would kill me. And there I was with my father
playing with my left breast. When he saw I wasn't going to do
anything, he really started to get serious then. He unbuttoned the
buttons and pulled them back so he could see.
"Ruthie!" he said to me, "you're as big as your mother," which I
wasn't, and then he said, "and much prettier." I was trying to get up
enough courage to say, "Daddy, should we be doing this?" when he
started kissing them. Oh, Jack, I was so scared, but I liked it and it
felt good, and I didn't want to ruin our times, so I let him do what
he wanted.
And I was also getting excited. I just couldn't help it, he was so
good, and I loved him because he was my Daddy, and I knew he shouldn't
be doing it and I felt guilty because I was letting him, but I
couldn't stop because it felt too good. He lay down on top of me and
just licked and sucked my breasts until I was really aroused. He was
rubbing against my inside legs, too, and I could feel that it was wet
down there, and my nipples were real hard, and my breasts felt like
they were swollen.
When he finally got up and asked me to take off my nightie, I just
stared, speechless, so he started to take it off -- and again, I let
him do it. I was really scared then because I didn't know what he was
going to do and I was also really aroused.
He lay down beside me and kind of pulled me sideways to him so he
could put my breast back in his mouth, but then he put his hand down
between my legs.
When he first started to rub my hole with his fingers, I thought I
was going crazy. There I was, a totally sexually inexperienced twelve-
year-old girl, and my father was doing things to me I didn't know
existed, and a part of me wanted to run, and a part of me was so
totally turned on that I couldn't believe it.
He rubbed what he called my button, then he put his finger in the
hole, and all that time he sucked and licked at my nipples. From that
very first night, I found out that I have incredibly sensitive
nipples, and it's real easy to turn me on if you play with them with
your tongue.
After a while I started having these jerks between my legs that I
couldn't control, and my breath got shorter and shorter. I remember
thinking that I was moaning and I didn't know why, but I couldn't help
it.
He knew I couldn't do anything to stop him then -- he knew I was
about to come even though I didn't have any idea what was about to
happen. He jumped up on the bed and put his face down there and
started sucking on my button and pushing at it with his tongue.
I think I was almost unconscious, I was so overwhelmed with all
these feelings and then I heard myself moaning, "Lick it harder,
Daddy," and I was pushing up off the bed at him and then everything in
the world exploded.
Oh, Jack, my first orgasm was so incredibly good! I was so out of
control that all my guilt was just overpowered by that orgasm. I came
and came for what seemed like several minutes. When it was finally
over, I was so exhausted that I almost fell asleep with Daddy still
between my legs. He raised up, and came up beside me, and kissed me on
the cheek and started playing with my hair, and he was saying things
like "You're so beautiful, Ruthie" and "I love you so much, Ruthie"
and I finally raised up and kissed him and said, "I love you, too,
Daddy, but I'm so tired." He said, "Okay, honey, I'll see you
tomorrow" and he got up and left. I was so drained that I was probably
asleep by the time he got to the door.
I didn't know what to say, but I knew that my dick was aching, it
was so hard. Her story had made me so horny that I was about to jump
on her but instead, she slipped across the seat and into my arms. I
wanted to kiss her so badly that I couldn't stand it, but she pushed
my head away.
"If you're holding me like this, then you don't feel like the
others. They either laughed at me or were mean to me or -- usually --
just ignored me. But I have to finish telling you about me."
"I don't care," I tried to nuzzle against her ear. "Right now, I
just want to touch you and love you and kiss you."
But she wasn't ready yet. I think that now that she had found a
sympathetic audience, she had some guilt to spill out. She did kiss me
lightly on the mouth, but then she said, "We have all the time in the
world to do what we want, and I know places, but I have to finish so
you know what kind of girl you're getting."
I sighed. By this time, I had my hand on her left breast and she
let it stay, but I couldn't feel much because she had a jacket on. "We
can play with each other while I talk, okay? But I've got to tell it."
Saying that, she pulled her coat open so I could get at her and as she
started again, she began to try to get my swollen dick out -- and kept
talking:
The next day, I was tired and scared and really upset. I didn't
want to go to school because I thought everybody would be able to look
at me and see that I was different and know what had happened. But I
couldn't think of any excuse my mother would believe so I got on the
bus. When nobody acted like anything was different, I went on to
school and stayed.
By this time, Ruthie had my dick out of my pants and was doing
incredible things to it with her long, thin fingers. Sometimes she
caressed it so lightly that I wasn't sure she was even touching it;
other times she pulled it with long firm strokes. I had her shirt
halfway open and was doing everything I knew to turn her on with my
fingers -- she wasn't letting me get my mouth on her nipples yet --
but my caresses were amateur blunders compared to her skill. A dozen
times I thought I would come, but each time she settled me down, only
to start up again after I relaxed a little. The pain in my balls was
starting to grow and I knew that sometime that night, I was going to
have to come, even if I had to do it myself. What I wanted was for her
to lower her sweet mouth over my dick and let me shoot everything I
had down her throat. But she was still full of talk, so I waited, as
much turned on by her story as by her -- and she was far from finished
with telling me her story:
I decided at school that I had to talk to Daddy when he came to my
room that night. I had decided to put on something really plain
because the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I had
been dressing to turn him on, even though I hadn't meant to. I wanted
to tell him I hadn't meant to dress like that and that I was scared
and felt really guilty and I didn't think we ought to do that kind of
stuff anymore. The worst thing of all was that I just couldn't lie to
myself, and I knew that I had liked it while it was going on.
I really didn't want it to happen again. but I was afraid that if I
let it start, then I would want it and not be able to stop it.
See, the thing was, I didn't blame my Daddy, or hate him or
anything. I still loved my Daddy very much, I just felt like I had
done stuff to make him think that I wanted to do things like we had
done last night and I had decided that at bedtime, I was going to
explain it to him.
He was way ahead of me, though, and I never got my chance. I had
gotten out of my bath and was drying off when he slipped into the
bathroom, and I didn't even hear him until his arms went around me
from behind. I jumped and dropped the towel, and each of his hands
took one of my breasts. My heart started beating really fast and I
kept saying to myself, "Slow down, Ruthie, and tell him," but while I
tried to think of what to say, he was already starting to turn me on.
One hand went down between my legs and as I finally started to try and
tell him, I totally lost my cool when I realized he was naked too.
I had seen pictures of guys' dicks. Even at twelve, I knew what he
was pushing between my legs from behind. He was moving it around and
rubbing me with it in some places while his fingers were touching
other places and the shock of my Daddy's dick touching me down there
just took my breath away and my thinking away so that I couldn't do
anything but stand there naked while he got me hot again.
And I have to tell you, it didn't take long. He was really good
with his fingers, and sometimes he would push his dick up so that the
tip was at my back hole. I was scared to death that he was going to
try to put it in there, but feeling it touching me there just drove me
absolutely wild. After a while, I was so turned on that I started
thinking what it would be like if he did put it in there but even
through all this, I trusted my Daddy and figured that he would know
the right thing to do.
He did, too. He was playing with me in three places where a girl is
most sensitive and I don't know what turned me on the most, his
fingers squeezing my little nipple like they squeezed his cigarettes,
or his other hand playing with my button or his dick playing with my
back hole. I think that after a while, the tip did start to go inside,
but he never pushed enough to hurt, just enough to feel good. I
couldn't help it; I came just as hard as I had the previous night and
I heard myself repeating over and over, not conscious that I was
speaking, "Don't stop Daddy, don't stop."
After I came, he just held me in his arms. My guilt was on hold
because I felt so good. I felt totally fulfilled and I also felt a
love for my Daddy, who had made me feel that way. I just couldn't help
it, the pleasure was so good that there was no room for anything else
but love. I felt something else, too, and that made just a little bit
of guilt come back, but I felt it anyway. I felt like I wanted to see
my Daddy naked, I wanted to see his dick, and I might even want to
touch it. But for then, I was so tired that I just stood there and let
him hold me. If he had let go, I think I would have fallen over.
We stood there for what must have been five minutes. I was a limp
rag doll and he held and cuddled me. Finally he turned me around to
face him. I was looking at him now but he was holding me so tightly
that I couldn't see anything but his chest. But I could feel his dick
pushing in on my stomach and it was still real hard. My breasts were
flattened against his lower chest and he held me real tight, almost as
if he weren't ready for me to see. Then, he slid down my body, kissing
at my breasts and stomach until he was on his knees.
I knew what he was going to do then and almost cried out for him to
stop but his face was between my legs and his tongue was playing round
like it wnted to get up my front hole. I knew then that I had wanted
him to do more. Even as he sucked at me, I could feel guilt and shame.
I wanted to tell him that I didn't want him to do this and that he
should stop. But the feelings and the sounds of slurping were driving
me crazy again and I knew I wouldn't say a word, at least not until he
was finished.
My back was against the sink and my body curved in a backward arc
as I pushed myself at Daddy so he could suck harder. Remember, I was
twelve and this was only my second time, but it was already beginning
to dawn in my mind what he was doing. For a while he would really try
to make me come by sucking my button or playing with it with his lips
or his teeth. Then, as I got hotter, he would back off and not let me
finish. He was playing with me and making me want it, and it was
driving me absolutely crazy. The sucking sounds and the slurping as he
licked his tongue across my hole, and the sucking sound when he sucked
at my hole like he wanted something to come out were making things
even worse. I had totally lost control again. Finally, I grabbed his
head in my hands and started screaming, "Come on Daddy, make me do
it!" because I didn't even know what to call it yet but I needed it,
yes I needed him to make it happen.
He was sucking on my button now and I knew I was getting close
again. I didn't want him to stop this time, I didn't want him to play
with me anymore, I really needed it this time. I was up on the tips of
my toes, bracing my back against the sink and pushing out my legs at
him. I started thrusting my hips sharply at his face, and I pulled his
face against my hole. "Come on Daddy, finish me this time, please
finish me, come on Daddy!" and then I was gone, my hips still pushing
back and forth but completely beyond my control now. If the first two
orgasms were good, this one was harder and better. He had made me want
it so badly, and I had helped make it happen by moving my own body.
As silly as it may sound, that still seems to me to be one of the
strongest orgasms I ever had, though maybe it was just the first
really good one. I didn't want it to stop, and then for a while, I
didn't think it was going to, and that was okay too, to just come and
come with Daddy sucking on me.
When it finally did start to slow down, I was so weak that I
couldn't stand up and I sank down into Daddy's lap. I cuddled up
against him. Then for a minute I was awake again because I knew that
my hand had brushed against his dick and I tried to move my hand so
that I would touch it again, but Daddy picked me up in his arms and
carried me into my bedroom. I hardly had the energy to say goodnight,
but as he brushed my hair back and covered me up, still naked, I
remember what I said to him. I said, "Thank you, Daddy."
I was so turned on by her and her story that the fact that she was
talking about incest and enjoying it made no difference to. It was
like she was all talked out now, and we just sat there while she drove
my dick crazy with her fingers. She looked up at me and said, "Now, do
you still want to see me again?"
"And again and again," I answered and that was when she first
kissed me. It wasn't a long kiss but it was incredible one. "Jack, I
have to go in, he'll be waiting." I started to protest but she put her
fingers to my lips and whispered gently, "You need to get off, don't
you?"
I nodded silently. She kissed me again and lowered her head to my
lap. My cock slipped into her mouth as soundlessly and gently as into
water and Ruthie began to suck. I could tell this was to be no long
teaser. Ruthie wanted to go in and see her Daddy, but she apparently
cared enough about me to let it wait a little while. Her mouth was
like a sucking machine, and she had no trouble letting my whole dick
slip down into her mouth when she wanted to. I could feel her lips on
my pubic hair at times, but with the pressure and the urgency of her
sucking, I couldn't hold out. When it came it was painful because the
spurts were so strong that I had no control. I thought I must be
choking her but she just buried it to the hilt and rubbed it with her
tongue until I finally was empty.
I was as empty as I had ever been. Ruthie popped back up, kissed me
and said, "When we have time, I can do better than that. I'll see you
at the store tomorrow night. Bye."
I could only respond, "Don't forget" as I slipped out of the car. I
stood there as she moved on up to her house. She didn't know I had
stayed but she popped out of the car and bounced into the house. I
couldn't help but notice the enthusiasm and as I walked back to my car
I kept thinking, "I wonder if she has him in her mouth now?"
But I also planned to be at the store the next night.
RUTHIE TWO
After my incredible first experience with Ruthie, I was so horny
that I went home and must have jacked off a half a dozen times while
imagining what Ruthie and her father might be doing at that moment.
Still unable to sleep, I got in my car and drove over to her house,
but all the lights were off. Still, I jacked off again in the car.
Finally exhausted, I went home and fell asleep. I was so anxious to
see Ruthie that I got to the store extra early the next night. I was
anticipating being with her so much that it never even crossed my mind
that she might not come.
She didn't. I waited almost two hours in the parking lot, sure that
each car would be hers, but she never came.
Finally, about ten o'clock, I drove to her house and parked across
the street. Lights were on upstairs, and I just stared, waiting for
something to happen and wondering what to do. About eleven, the lights
went out and that's when I began to get mad. I felt that Ruthie had
used me to spill her guilt, willing to trade one sweet blow job in
return, while she had fascinated me to the point of obsession. I
finally drove home, got drunk and went to bed.
The next morning about ten, I was drinking coffee and nursing a
hangover when she knocked at the door. I didn't know how she had found
my house, but I knew she had, and I was irrationally certain that it
was she at the door. It was.
She looked like a virgin dressed for church, in a pale blue dress
and white heels. Her blonde hair hung below her shoulders and I would
have attacked her on the spot if I had followed my first impulse.
Instead, in answer to her beautiful smile and silence, I simply said
"Come in."
"I'm really sorry about last night," she started out. "I couldn't
help it. He took me out to dinner, and we spent the evening together.
But I thought about you." One thing was for sure -- any guilt Ruthie
had ever had about sleeping with her father was gone now. She talked
about it as if it were an every day thing (which, of course, it was).
"I hope you had a good time," I played for time, being carefully
neutral.
"Jack, I've told you, it's not going to change. I'm going to be
there for him when he wants me. If you want me, too, then I'll be
there for you when I can." Then she smiled sweetly. "He's working
today until five so I have to be home by four-thirty." Then she was
molding her body against me, and kissing me as a child sucks the juice
from a ripe orange. She started licking my ear and whispered, "I'd
like to get in bed with you now." I needed no convincing. I took her
hand and led her up the steps to be bedroom. Not speaking, we lay down
beside each other, me in my tacky blue bathrobe and Ruthie in her pale
blue dress. The shoes had disappeared.
For a while we just touched and kissed and learned about each
other, then Ruthie stood and pulled her dress over her head and tossed
it aside. There was nothing else left, just Ruthie, and my dick jerked
as I first gazed at her naked body. There wasn't an ounce of fat, but
absolutely perfect proportions. I am turned on by nipples, and seeing
Ruthie's were like looking at one of my fantasies. Her nipples were a
pale but true pink, not much larger than a pencil eraser but with
definite form. Her aureolae were about the size of a quarter, small
but in perfect proportion to the nipples. The nipples were those of a
young girl, but the full breasts said that this was a woman. Her
stomach was flat and her light pubic bush was small. I don't think she
cut it; it just grew that way. Her hips were thin, and what I could
see of her legs made me assume they were the same perfect proportion.
As she climbed back on the bed, she pulled open my bathrobe, and
placed herself astride me. I guess Ruthie was used to sex without any
hang-ups, because she took my dick in her hand and, without a word,
slipped it inside her. And then, holding my cock inside her velvet
pussy, she continued her story.
"After what I told you, about that night..."
I was really confused and scared. The next night, I put off going
to bed, staying up and studying, but I finally got tired. I got
undressed and got into bed and waited for Daddy, not sure how or if I
could handle him. It wasn't a problem because he didn't come. I waited
and waited and he didn't come. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore so
I got up and tiptoed to his bedroom.
He was lying on his bed, his hands behind his head, staring at the
ceiling.
"Daddy," I whispered. "Are you all right?"
He turned and smiled at me. "Hi, honey. Come on in."
I was scared, but I approached the bed and knelt by it. He looked
at me searchingly. "Ruthie," he began. "I want to know, and I want you
to be honest. We have been doing some new things. If you feel
uncomfortable about them, then tell me. Do you want to keep on or do
you want things to change between us?"
I had no idea how to handle that question. I was so mixed up. The
end of his sentence -- "Do you want things to change between us?" --
really scared me. My Daddy had always been my best friend. I was
confused about what he was doing to me, but I thought anything would
be better than losing my best friend. For lack of a better response, I
simply said, "I don't want things to change between us."
He nodded and smiled. "Okay, honey, I understand. Why don't you
take off your nightgown and we'll just snuggle a while together."
After all the things we had done, simply being naked with him didn't
seem too bad, so I slipped the gown over my head and crawled in. The
first thing I realized was that Daddy was naked. I could feel all of
his hot body against mine. I hate to say it, Jack, but I liked the
feeling. I liked it a lot.
Daddy began to kiss my neck, then he pulled the covers back and
began to play with my breasts. My need for reassurance overcame my
fear, and I lay there enjoying his tongue on my nipples. His hand went
down my stomach and stopped between my legs but he just teased me this
time, no serious playing. There was a question I had to ask:
"Daddy, how come you don't want me to touch you, too?" He stopped
playing with me, raised up, and looked into my eyes.
"Is that what you want?" he asked.
"I dunno," I replied. "I guess I just wondered."
"If you're sure, then just put your hand down there and you'll find
me. But if you do touch me, I'll want you to do the same thing to me
that I do to you -- with my mouth. If you're ready, you can make me
feel good with your mouth just like I make you feel good. But don't
start unless you are ready."
I vaguely knew what he wanted me to do. I had heard about girls
sucking on boy's dicks. I even had a girl friend who claimed that she
sucked her brother's dick every night, although I didn't believe it.
But I had seen Daddy's dick before when I peeked in the bathroom while
he was taking a bath, and it didn't scare me all that much, so I
reached down and found him.
Daddy jumped when my hand touched his dick, and I didn't find what
I thought I was going to find at all. Instead of a floppy little thing
like a sausage, what I had my hand on was a thick stiff curved rod
that jerked when I touched it. My question came out unbidden.
"What's the matter with it? Why is it so big?"
He cuddled me against him, but I kept my hand around it. "Ruthie,
honey, when a man gets in a sexy mood, it grows big like that. Do you
know about making love?"
I really didn't, so I shook my head.
"Sugar," he started, "when a man and a woman have sex, the man puts
his dick into the woman's hole...down here." With that, he touched my
hole. I shuddered. I couldn't imagine anything that huge going up
inside me. "He puts it up inside her, and he shoots out some juice
inside her that makes her have a baby. But that's not the only reason
they do it. They do it because it feels good. It feels better than
when I kiss you down there. But you're not old enough for that yet."
I couldn't imagine anything feeling better than Daddy kissing me
down there, but I was glad he thought I wasn't old enough, because I
was terrified of him trying to put that thing up in my hole.
He went on. "Maybe some day we'll do that; when you're older, and
if you want to. For now, I only want you to kiss me the way I kiss
you. It feels good to a man if a girl puts his dick in her mouth and
sucks it like a popsicle. Do you think you could do that?"
I had to stop her. For some time, Ruthie had been controlling me
like a puppet. I said she had a velvet pussy, but she could contract
her muscles around me with a strong grip. She would ride me like a
pony for a while, then -- when she thought I was getting close -- she
would back off, which was frustrating me and teasing me and turning me
on so much I couldn't stop her. But now I couldn't hold it any longer.
"Wait a minute, Ruthie," I panted. "I need to know if you're on the
pill because I'm going off now."
She just smiled, stopped talking for a minute, and increased her
pressure and movement to a higher level. She was milking me like a cow
and the pressure built until I finally exploded, sending wave after
wave of my juice into her incredible body.
As I emptied my balls into Ruthie, she leaned forward, her blonde
hair cascading down on my chest, her breasts hanging forward, and she
pulled my head up to her nipples. Wishing I could suck both, I closed
my mouth around her right breast and sucked like a baby. I had never
had such a strong need to come inside a girl. The pleasure was intense
and the need to let it out was so strong that there was actually pain
along with the pleasure. To be honest, I was almost glad when it was
over because the pain and intensity of it had scared me just a little.
When she sensed that I was finished, she raised up, slipping me out
of her, and lay down beside me. She offered her mouth to me and gave
me a few soft kisses, then raised up to look me in the eye.
"Thank you," she whispered. "I wanted you to enjoy it."
"I did," I responded. "It was the best one I ever had."
"Why don't you turn over and I'll rub your back," she smiled.
Ruthie was as talented at back massage as she was sex. As much as
she had turned me on earlier, now she relaxed me with her talented
hands. And as she massaged, she began to talk again about her Daddy:
It was so weird, Jack. There we were in bed, and I was still
thinking that this shouldn't be happening, but Daddy was doing things
to my breasts that felt so good that I couldn't bring myself to make
him stop. And I was lying there with his dick in my hand. Remember, I
still hadn't seen it, just touched it. I didn't know if I wanted to
try to suck it or not, but he had told me that he wanted me to if I
touched it, and I didn't want to stop touching it. Every once in a
while, it would jerk and seem to get a little bigger. I thought about
what it might feel like to have him put it inside me and I knew that I
was terrified of that. Yet as we lay there together, I also realized
that it was going to happen. Sooner or later, Daddy would put his dick
inside me, and I knew something else. Even though I didn't want him to
do it then, when the time came I would want him to. I thought that
maybe, someday, I might even ask him to do it.
Finally he spoke to me. "Ruthie, do you think you can make me feel
good with your mouth like I did to you? Do you think you can suck it?"
I couldn't tell him how scared I was, so I just said, "Daddy, if
you want me to, I'll try."
He looked at me and I felt love and understanding. "Take it slow,
honey, because I want you to enjoy it, too. Don't rush it. When you're
ready, just slip it in your mouth and pretend it's a popsicle."
He waited while I pulled the covers down to reveal his dick for the
first time. Jack, I don't know how to describe what I felt when I
first saw it, other than to say I was fascinated. It really didn't
look like something I would want to put in my mouth, but the thought
didn't gross me out, either. I was just fascinated. I slipped down in
the bed until my face was even with his dick. It smelled fresh and
clean. One thing about my father, I have never gone to bed with him
when he wasn't clean.
I decided that I might start by licking it with my tongue, and if I
didn't like that, I'd tell him. So, I started licking around my
Daddy's dick. When it jerked, it reminded me of my jerks when he was
kissing me. It seemed to jerk most when I licked underneath. To tell
the truth, licking it didn't particularly excite me, but it wasn't so
bad. But I knew that he really wanted me to put it in my mouth. I knew
I couldn't get it in very far, but I could suck the tip. So I
scrunched up my courage and said to myself, "Do it, Ruthie, it's what
he wants and he loves you."
I slipped the tip of my Daddy's dick into my mouth.
I liked it. I really did. The feeling of Daddy's dick inside me was
pleasant. It was more than pleasant -- it made me feel funny like when
he kissed my button. I sucked and licked it with my tongue. And I
tried to get more of it in my mouth. It was jerking and I liked that,
too. I decided I would do what he had said: suck it like a popsicle.
The feeling was nice, and I sucked on him, knowing it was wrong and
not caring.
Suddenly he interrupted me. He had begun to push off the bed, but
now he said, "Ruthie, stop now. I'm going to come." I remembered what
he said about shooting his juices, and I didn't want to get pregnant.
I was enjoying it, but I stopped when he told me to.
"Rub it with your hand, up and down," he whispered. I took it in my
hand and rubbed up and down like he said. "Faster," he moaned, and I
did it as hard as I could. I had never seen come before, but suddenly,
a white cream shot out of his dick, all over his stomach, and some of
it got in my hair.
"Oh, Ruthie, honey, that was so good, you are so beautiful," he
gasped as he lay back. I could see that he was really tired, which was
curious. I knew that he had come, and I knew that after he made me
come, I was really turned on, but he seemed like he was tired. I hate
to say it, but I was a little disappointed, because I was hoping that
he would lick me down there, too.
Instead, we just cuddled against each other. I could tell that he
was really relaxed and happy, so I was, too. Then, after a while, he
turned on his side, and pulled me closer to him. I jumped when his
dick first touched my pussy, but he put his hand down on it, and
rubbed it back and forth against me. The feelings I was having then
were incredibly strong. I was scared to death that he was going to try
to put it inside me, but I also was so turned on by Daddy's dick
rubbing across my hole that if he wanted to, I wouldn't stop him. He
didn't put it in me for six more months, but if he had wanted to that
night, I would have let him. Right then, I didn't care if he made a
baby in me or not, I would have let him.
Instead, he just kept rubbing me with his dick and his fingers, and
I knew I was going to come soon, and I did. It wasn't a super orgasm,
but I guess I'd describe it as a good, warm, loving one. I felt good,
and I loved my Daddy, and that night I fell asleep in his arms. I felt
no guilt that night.
I was so relaxed by what this young woman was doing to my back that
I might have fallen asleep if her story hadn't turned me on so much.
The truth was, I was hard again, and it was a hard that was so strong
that it hurt.
"Ruthie," I said, turning over. "I don't want to force you, but I
need you. Do you think you could suck me a little bit?"
She smiled, flipped her head back so her hair was out of her eyes
and replied, "Jack, you tell me what you want, and I will do it."
I wasn't used to submissive girls who only wanted to please, but I
like the feeling, so I said, "I'd like it if you would suck me a
little."
When Ruthie told me the other night that she could do better when
she had time, she wasn't kidding. She might have had trouble getting
her father's dick in her mouth that first night, but she had no
trouble with mine. I had heard of girls who could relax their throats
to the point that they could let a dick slip completely into their
mouth, but I had never met one until Ruthie. I'm not real small, but
when she bent her head over my dick and took it into her mouth, it
disappeared to the base. I could feel that I must be half way down her
throat, but it didn't bother her at all. I could tell she was trying
hard to make me feel good, and she did.
She kept up a steady sucking pressure but at the same time, her
tongue was all over my dick, first the head, then all around the
sides. Meanwhile, she tickled my balls with one hand, and with the
other hand, she put one finger up my ass, and moved it in and out. She
even added sound effects with the rest.
She moaned and sighed, seeming to enjoy me like no girl I had ever
met. I couldn't help it. I took her head in my hands and begin to fuck
her mouth. She allowed me to do what I wanted and I plunged deep into
her throat, time after time, with her tongue still going.
At last I shot deep into her mouth. Wave after wave poured down
Ruthie's throat, and she drank it like water and sucked as though she
wanted more. Looking down at this young blond girl begging for my dick
and sucking like she wanted to swallow it just about drove me insane.
When my dick finally stopped shooting, I felt as empty as I ever had
felt in my life. I also felt like I couldn't do without Ruthie, I
needed her, and if the price was hearing her guilt trip, then I would
listen all day.
We snuggled together, her head on my shoulder. I played with her
breasts for a while and for once, she didn't talk. Somewhere along the
line, I must have fallen asleep, because when I awoke several hours
later, there was the sweet smell of Ruthie in my bed, but she was
gone.
RUTHIE THREE
I said earlier that I was almost obsessed by Ruthie. Now I tell
you: After that afternoon with her, I was obsessed -- totally. She was
never out of my mind for very long, and the sweet fragrance of her sex
hung above my bed like an invisible cloud. I wanted to call her, but I
didn't know her number. I wanted to visit her, but I was afraid to go
to the door, fearing that her father would answer my knock. I don't
know if I was in love or in lust with her, but I knew that I was
totally hung up on this incredibly sweet 23-year-old woman who talked
about fucking her father as if everyone did it.
The next night, I went out with one of my girlfriends, brought her
home, and went to bed with her. But I could only get off by thinking
about Ruthie. It was a relationship that I had absolutely no control
over, and I was so deeply engrossed in her that I tried to content
myself with waiting for her next contact. I didn't see her for three
days, and they were three of the longest days of my life.
When the knock at the door came, about 7 P.M., I scrambled to open
the door, hoping that it might be she. Perhaps the gods really do
reward those who wait patiently, because it was.
"Hi, Jack," she said lightly, brushing past me and into the room.
"I missed you."
I wanted to scream at her about how I had missed her and demand to
know where had she been, but Ruthie didn't play those games. Instead,
I came to her, took her in my arms and said softly, "Oh, honey, I've
missed you, too. I'm glad to see you. God, Ruthie, I've missed you."
Our mouths met. Her taste was sweet and fresh, and her mouth opened
freely to admit my tongue. She sucked on it and tickled it with her
own while her hands wandered up and down my back and finally came to
rest on my ass, which she pulled forward towards her, grinding herself
against my hard dick.
Finally, she broke off the kiss. I tried to pull her back but she
skipped away from me. "Know what I'd like to do tonight?" she teased.
"Anything is okay with me," I responded, moving towards her.
"I want to take a ride. I want to ride out in the country. Can we
go for a ride, Jack?"
It wasn't what I had in mind, but being with her was better than
being without her so I said, "Sure we can. When do you have to be
home?"
"Probably around eleven. I told him I was going to the library and
to see a girlfriend. Eleven ought to be safe."
I had figured that taking a ride with Ruthie was the last thing I
wanted, but I was wrong again. Before we got out of the driveway, she
was opening my pants. She said not a word, just took out my dick. As I
headed out of town, half out of my mind, Ruthie took my dick in her
mouth and began to suck. She did things to my balls while she sucked
that made it difficult to stay on the road. Once, on the way out of
town, I pulled up to a red light and there was a cop in the other
lane. I was glad he couldn't see what was going on in my lap, because
Ruthie was sucking me like a vacuum cleaner. Finally, we drove to a
dark road, and I found a place to pull over, next to a corn field. The
fact that I had been concentrating on my driving had kept me from
coming, but once parked, I lay back and waited. It wasn't long.
My cock seemed to swell to twice its normal size, and then I was
coming, squirting, shooting, emptying myself in the sweet mouth of
this incredible young woman. It was all I could do to keep from taking
her head in my hands and thrusting my dick down her throat. The "ah"
and "uh" sounds that came from me as I shuddered from the force of my
need were purely instinctive. She was a living force that controlled
me. Coming in Ruthie is a very draining experience, in more ways that
one. After three days of waiting, it was worth it.
She raised up beside me. "I love the feel of your dick in my mouth,
Jack. I love it when you come. It's so neat to drink your come and
know that I made you do it." Ruthie obviously wanted to have control
over a man, perhaps because a man had always had control over her. I
didn't care. I would take whatever she had to offer. She could have
control of me completely.
"Let's get out," she said suddenly. "Let's walk for a while." So,
we got out of the car and began to walk down the road. We discovered a
small lake, really just a pond from the damming of a stream.
"I want to go swimming," she said, suddenly. "Come on, Jack, let's
go swimming." Thoughts of water snakes went through my mind, but
Ruthie was already halfway out of her clothes, so I stripped quickly.
We took each other's hands and waded into the pond. It was cold but it
didn't seem to bother her, so I tried to control my shivering and went
on in.
Ruthie suddenly disappeared beneath the surface. I panicked for a
moment, but then her hands encircled my waist and her mouth closed
over my dick. I stood there, seemingly alone in the pond, while just
beneath the surface a water nymph was milking my cock with her sweet
mouth. It was a very strange feeling. I wanted it to continue forever,
but Ruthie finally ran out of air and surfaced. Still, I was hard
again, and excited again. I wanted her again, I couldn't help it. I
was no longer cold.
I pulled her slim body towards me. We were almost up to her neck in
the water but she came to me willingly. I took my cock in my hand and
glided it into her pussy. She was ready, and I entered her easily. She
was floating now, her legs wrapped around my hips, and I fucked her
with long, slow strokes that felt wonderful. And as I fucked her in
the water in the soft twilight of the unknown farmer's pond,
incredibly, she began to talk about her father again...
I think my Daddy knew he could do anything he wanted to after I
sucked him that night. After that, we did it a lot in my bed. He would
come in, and I was always naked, waiting for him. I still knew that
what we were doing was wrong, but no longer careed. I just wanted him
to do me. And I did him every night, too. He played with my breasts a
whole lot. They really seemed to turn him on. He was always telling me
how beautiful they were and how big they were. I knew they weren't all
that big, because I had looked at some of the other girls at gym class
in the shower. A lot of girls in my class had bigger ones than mine,
but some were still pretty flat. I was glad that I wasn't like that,
because then Daddy wouldn't have had anything to play with. Somehow my
breasts always got him going. Even on nights when he was tired, if I
wanted to do it, I would just go find him and unbutton my shirt. Once
he saw them, Jack, he couldn't keep his hands off them.
He taught me things that a girl could do with her mouth to make a
man feel good. But sometimes I thought up things of my own, and that
always surprised him. He loved it when I came up with a new trick.
I remember the first time he came inside my mouth. By then, I had
seen him come lots of times and I had even tasted his come, because he
asked me to lick it off his stomach. It was warm and tasted really
salty. I didn't love the taste, but I didn't dislike it, either. And I
knew it was what he wanted me to do. He always told me when he was
about to come, and I would take my mouth off and rub his dick up and
down with my hand. Sometimes I would play with his balls with my other
hand but sometimes I would lick them with my tongue.
One night, he told me he wanted me to try something new.
"Ruthie," he whispered in my ear as he played with my pussy. "When
you suck me tonight, I want you to try to keep it in your mouth while
I come. All you have to do is swallow it and keep sucking. Do you
think you could do that?"
I had imagined many time what it would be like to drink my Daddy's
come. I thought I could, but said, "I'm not sure, Daddy, but I'll
try." So I took his dick in my mouth and began to suck. I had my hand
around the base and was moving my mouth up and down on the top part.
Then I moved my hand down to his balls, tried to relax my throat like
he had taught me to do, and took as much of him into my mouth as I
could. Pretty soon, I could feel it start to jerk in my mouth and I
could tell by the jerks that he was getting close to coming. I was
nervous, but I also wanted to know what it would be like for Daddy to
shoot inside me. This was the time when I always stopped and played
with his dick with my hand while he came. But now he took my head in
his hands and held it down.
Jack, when he started coming in my mouth, I thought I'd choke --
but he started whispering, "Swallow it, honey. Swallow it and keep
sucking." I did, and when he was finished, I was proud of myself. I
knew I had made my Daddy happy and I knew that from now on, I could
handle his come in my mouth. I hadn't really tasted it that much, but
had just swallowed it, and it was no problem. I felt good because I
had pleased him. That's all I thought about: I wanted to make my Daddy
feel good.
I could hold back no longer. I grabbed Ruthie's ass and pulled her
towards me strongly, once again emptying my dick into her pussy. She
floated up against me and let me control her body while she paddled
with her arms. I moved her up and down on my swollen dick until it
erupted again and I was shooting my seed deep into the body of my
beautiful water nymph. It was an incredible orgasm and I pulled her
head to me and pressed my mouth against hers, totally out of control
in my lust. She clung to me like a baby, giving and taking and
enjoying the strength of the incredible emotion that we were feeling
for each other. Finally, she backed off, floated away from me. She
started giggling and splashed me with water.
"Let's get out and lie on the sand," she suggested.
Actually, there was no sand because this was a farmer's pond in a
pasture, but we lay down by the bank of the water.
"I love making love in the water, Jack," she said softly. "Maybe
someday I'll tell you why."
I had been drawn into her story to the point where I felt compelled
to ask her the one question I really was interested in knowing the
answer to.
"Ruthie," I said, as I tickled her breasts while we lay in the
short grass by the water. "When did you and your father start to go
all the way?"
She looked at me very seriously and for a moment I thought I might
have trodden on forbidden ground. But then she smiled a smile that was
like a whisper of a memory that would always ride on the edge of her
mind forever. Her answer was in a tone of reverence, and full only of
love...
My thirteenth birthday was on a Saturday. Mom was still working the
four to midnight shift. We had a party, and several of my friends
came. A boy who I think was interested in me came, and we had a great
time. After the party, Mom left for work and Daddy and I cleaned up.
I was washing the dishes when he came up behind me and slipped his
hands under my sweatshirt until they were on my breasts. I felt my
nipples getting hard and he took each of them between his fingers and
played with them.
"Did you have a good time today, honey?" he whispered in my ear, as
he caressed it with his tongue.
"Oh, Daddy, I had a wonderful time!" I turned around and we kissed
each other with our mouths open. His hands were all over me, and I was
soon turned on. I wanted him to suck my nipples right there, but he
backed off.
"Why don't we get in my bed?" he suggested. I was ready, so we went
into his room. You have to understand, Jack, Daddy had been pushing at
my pussy for six months with his dick, I think he was trying to
stretch it so I could take him down there. But that birthday night,
when he began to push against me, I knew something was going to be
different.
"Ruthie," he whispered, "today you are no longer a little girl.
Today you became a teenager. Childhood never really ends, honey. There
are memories of childhood in every grownup. But today was a special
day for you, and I want to make tonight a special night for you, too,
sweetheart. You'll always be Daddy's little girl, but tonight I want
to show you what it's like to be a woman."
I wasn't quite sure what he meant, so I just lay there -- but I
knew this night would be different. Very soon, I knew what was
different. He had put his dick up against my hole plenty of times, but
usually it was just teasing or at least gentle probing. When he pushed
his dick against me that night, I knew he was trying to it get inside.
Jack, I can't tell you how I felt. I was scared to death that it
would go in me, but the things that he'd been doing to me for the last
six months had made me think a lot about what it would be like if he
ever put it inside. I was so curious about it that if he wanted to do
it, I wouldn't stop him. That night I knew it was about to happen for
the first time and didn't try to stop it. He had his dick right at my
hole, and he was pushing hard and squirming and moving around. The
pressure hurt and I cried out once -- I didn't mean to, but I couldn't
help it. I wanted to help him but I just didn't know how.
He backed off when I cried out and hugged me to him. My words came
out without my thinking about what I was saying.
"Don't stop, Daddy," I whispered. "I want to be a woman. I want you
to put it in there."
"Oh Ruthie," he answered. "I've wanted to do this for so long, but
I promised myself that I'd wait until you were thirteen." Then he
slipped down between my thighs. "I'm going to kiss you to get you
ready."
I figured I was about as ready as I was going to be. Even though it
hurt, I felt the need to have him in there. But he started licking me,
so I gave in and let it feel good. He pushed his tongue into my hole,
then pulled it out again. He rolled it around and around my button
while he tried to open my hole with his fingers. With his other hand,
he played with my back hole. Then he put both his hands under my ass
and lifted me off the bed, pushing his mouth against me and sucking my
button. I went off like a fire cracker, jerking in spasms that I had
no control over. I was as hot as an oven and I needed him to fill me
up. I lost control and started screaming, "Come on, Daddy, fuck me!
Please, Daddy; please fuck me!"
He had never heard that word from me and probably didn't know that
I knew it, but I think that when I said, "Fuck me, Daddy," he lost
control, too. He got up and took a jar of vaseline from the side of
the bed. He spread some on his dick until it glistened, then he got
back on top of me and took his dick in his hand. He led it to my hole,
and began to push.
"Push back, honey," he moaned. "If you want Daddy to fuck you, push
back."
Jack, I was as turned on as I'd ever been, but still it hurt. I
pushed as much as I could, and tried to spread my legs wider so he
could get his dick in. I spread them so far apart that I thought I'd
split open, but it still didn't go in. Daddy was breathing really
hard, and I think I started to cry, but I was determined not to quit
now. I was going to be a woman if it killed me.
He put his hands under my hips and jerked me hard up against his
body. His dick rammed against my hole with all the force that we could
manage. Then, I was screaming and crying as the pain went up through
my lower stomach, pulsing and throbbing, and Daddy was moaning and
gasping. He was inside me. My Daddy had his dick inside my pussy, only
my pussy was on fire. It was a sharp pain, Jack, and it was really
bad. I didn't think I could stand it. I felt like he must have had his
whole cock inside me, but to my amazement, he started sliding it
further in. I knew then that I couldn't hold it all. I just wasn't big
enough yet.
"Wait, Daddy!" I cried between gulps of air. "Please don't put it
in any more; it hurts." I was crying, and he was sweating and puffing.
Then I heard him take a deep breath, and I think he was trying to get
control of himself, because he stopped pushing and started kissing me
and playing with my hair.
"My brave little girl, my darling princess." Jack, he hadn't called
me his princess in years, but it was my childhood name. The memories
of it made me remember how much I loved my Daddy, and I tried to stop
crying.
"Daddy," I gasped. "Just give me a minute to get used to it. It
just feels like it's too big to go in me."
"Do you want me to take it out?" he whispered. I knew that was the
last thing he wanted, but to tell you the truth, I did; the pain was
still killing me. But I just couldn't ask him to do it after he had
called me his princess again. I liked being my Daddy's princess.
"No," I answered. "Just let me get used to it." And really, after a
while, the sharp pain stopped, and was replaced by what I'd call just
a bad soreness. But it still felt like I had a telephone pole stuck up
me. He didn't try to put it any further in, he just was kissing me and
tickling my breasts, playing with my hair, and running his hands
around my ass. Tickling my breasts turned me on again, in spite of the
pain. He started sucking my nipples and rubbing his tongue over them,
and I almost forgot the pain in my pussy because he was making my
breasts feel so good.
Finally, he put his hand down on my button and began to play with
it. He was so gentle and so loving that gradually, the pain didn't
matter so much anymore. Now my emotions were in real conflict. My
pussy still hurt, but I felt for the first time that my pussy was
doing what it was meant for: holding my Daddy's dick inside me. I
began to feel the needs of a woman, and I wanted to have my Daddy's
dick inside me. It began to build inside me, and I began to move my
hips against him. It still hurt, but now I wanted more. I knew now
what he meant about making me a woman.
I whispered into his ear, "Fuck me now, Daddy. Please Daddy, fuck
your little princess." He put his hands on my ass and pulled me up to
him so that it started to go deeper again. This time, the pleasure
overcame the pain, and I wanted it. Oh, Jack, I really wanted it!
"Fuck me, Daddy," I said out loud, then, louder: "Come on, do it to
me! I need it! Push it all the way in! Fuck me, Daddy, fuck your
little girl!"
He was all the way inside now; I could tell because I could feel
our bodies touching. It hurt like hell, but I now knew that I could do
it, and I knew that I had never wanted anything in my life as much as
I wanted my Daddy to make his dick come inside me. He had explained to
me a long time ago that I couldn't make a baby by sucking his juice,
but I knew I could make one if he shot his juice in my pussy. If we
hadn't been fucking, I would have cared; at that moment, I didn't.
He started thrusting in and out. He was trying to go slowly so he
wouldn't hurt me, but he did hurt me. Still, Jack, there's a time when
the pleasure makes the pain disappear and I was so turned on that I
had reached that point. I was pushing back, trying to get my Daddy's
dick as deep inside me as I could. I couldn't believe that he could
get it all the way in, but he did, and I wanted it. It didn't feel
like when he sucked me -- it was different -- but I liked the feeling.
I needed his dick inside me now.
Pretty soon I could tell that Daddy was getting ready, because he
started pushing in and out faster and faster. He was breathing hard
now, gasping for breath, and I was, too. I kept trying to spread my
legs further and further apart, and pushed up at him, it was almost
reflexive now, because I wanted it, but he was still doing most of the
work. Then, suddenly, I felt it getting bigger and jerking, and he
rammed it all the way up inside me. I didn't until then that he hadn't
really put it all the way in. The pain returned, but Daddy was crying
and moaning and I knew he was coming inside me. I couldn't feel the
juice, but I knew it was shooting out because he just held his dick
all the way in and stopped moving, and I could feel it jerking by
itself inside my hole. Finally, he started to calm down and I knew it
was over. I didn't come that first time, but I was filled with love
for my Daddy and as he settled down against me, I hugged him and
kissed his cheek. To my surprise, his cheek was wet. He was crying.
"What's the matter, Daddy?" I whispered.
"Are you okay, princess?"
"Daddy, I'm fine -- I really am. I liked it; I really did."
Slowly, he slipped out of me and we cuddled for a long time. After
a while, I realized that Daddy had gone to sleep in my arms. I thought
about slipping out and going to my bed, but instead, I stayed in his
arms for a long time, thinking about being my Daddy's princess and the
things that we had done. I felt like a woman in those moments, and
wanted to fall asleep in Daddy's arms. But I knew that mother would be
home before long, and finally slipped away to my room. He didn't wake.
Ruthie's story of losing her virginity to her father on her
thirteenth birthday had my emotions churning. I had never thought much
about child abuse, except when I read about it in the paper. Almost
every day there are stories of grown men raping girls Ruthie's age,
and even younger. I had always read them with a certain amount of
emotional detachment; I felt sorry for these children who were abused,
but I really couldn't relate to it on a personal level. Now a whole
new world had been opened to me. Here was an adult woman, willingly
telling me that the same thing had happened to her. She had actively
participated in it and had liked it. It made me wonder about Ruthie's
psychological make-up. More than that, it made me wonder about how
much child abuse goes on unreported because the child doesn't consider
it to be child abuse. Obviously, Ruthie didn't.
I won't pretend the ability to project my mind into the thoughts of
a young girl involved in a sexual relationship. I can only tell you
that Ruthie spoke of her father without resentment or regret, only
with love. I can also tell you that I was now fairly sure that I was
in love with a very mixed up young woman.
Given Ruthie's pattern, I didn't' expect to hear from her again for
a few days at least, and looked forward dejectedly to trying to gain
satisfaction from one of the other girls I was dating. For once, I was
wrong. About ten minutes after I got home from work the next day, the
phone rang.
When I picked it up, Ruthie was on the other end.
"Jack, hi. I'm at County Hospital. Please come down here -- I need
you. Please, Jack!" She was crying and running her words together.
I waited until she finished and said, "Ruthie, what happened?"
"My Daddy, Jack. He was in a wreck. Some drunk kid hit his car, and
he was in a wreck. Oh God, Jack, please come down here. I need you.
Please come right now!" She was obviously hysterical, A small detached
part of me felt like I was making a guest appearance in one of the
afternoon soap operas, but I was far too emotionally attached to
Ruthie by now to do anything but go to her. She really sounded like
she needed my help.
"Ruthie, I can be there in ten minutes. Is he hurt bad?"
"I don't know. Nobody will tell me anything. Please, Jack, if you
care anything about me, come to me now."
I did, and I did. I found her sitting in the second floor lobby.
When she saw me, she ran to me and molded herself to me. It was a
great kiss, worth the trip.
"Oh, Jack," she finally said. "I'm so glad you came."
"How's he doing?" I asked, still trying to regain my composure from
the intensity of her kiss.
"They finally came out and told me. It's not as bad as they
thought. His neck is sprained, and his head was cut really bad, but
that's the worst. The bad thing was that he lost a lot of blood
because the damned ambulance took so long getting to him. Would you
believe there was another wreck and they couldn't get through? Isn't
that just ridiculous, he could have bled to death. Anyway, they say
he'll be here four or five days, then he can come home."
I hate to sound selfish, but five days of Ruthie without her
father's presence sounded mighty good to me. I didn't hate the old
man, but I surely hadn't formed any attachment to him. He was my
competitor for Ruthie.
"I feel better now," she confided. "I thought he was going to die,
Jack. I really kept thinking he was going to leave me and die. If he
had died, I would have died, too."
That one scared me, but I made no comment, and let her go on.
"He's asleep now, Jack. I want to tell him goodnight, then I guess
we can go." So we went down the hall and walked into the room.
The man who lay in the bed made an immediate impression upon me. He
was large, and looked virile despite the tubes in his arms. Somehow,
he reminded me of a sleeping lion. I thought I would feel revulsion,
but what I really felt was a combination of envy and fear. Even in a
hospital bed, this was a man to be reckoned with. I wanted Ruthie for
my own, but how could I compete with this man and the bond that had
been forged between them in all their years together?
Her goodbye was emotional, a combination of "I love you Daddy,"
kisses, and touching his body. He didn't stir. Whatever they had him
on, he was really under; a normal man would have had to be almost dead
not to respond to the way she was touching and kissing him. Finally
she let go of his hand and turned to me. "Let's go to my place," she
said, and I nodded.
Ruthie's mother had left home when she discovered her husband's
relationship with her daughter (but that's later in the story), and
no-one knew where she was. We had the house to ourselves.
It was a huge two-story frame house with porches all around. The
front porch on the second story was sagging. I'd followed Ruthie in my
car, and as we entered the house, I felt her father's presence like a
spirit, hovering around us.
Amazingly, Ruthie was fairly upbeat when we got home. I think the
doctors had reassured her, and she was satisfied that her father would
be back soon. She gave me a tour of the place -- almost a mansion,
though a shabby one -- and we finally ended up in a bedroom on the
second floor. Suddenly, she became very somber.
"This is our bed, Jack. This is the bed where we make love. He
slept here with my mother, but it's where he makes love to me." Then:
"Wherever I make love to you, Jack, it cannot be here. This bed is for
Daddy and me." The unspoken resentment she felt for her mother was
apparent, but I took it as a challenge. I resolved that one day Ruthie
would come to me when I was in that bed.
Still, she sounded so serious, so fanatical, that I decided there
was no point in discussing anything about that right now. Though I
accepted it (and it sometimes even turned me on), Ruthie's behavior
with her father was still an unnatural obsession. My problem, as I
said before, was that my obsession with Ruthie deepened each time I
was with her. I knew that I'd soon be unable to keep Ruthie from
learning that I wanted her for myself. But this wasn't the time, and
we stood in that room where so much had happened, thinking our own
thoughts.
Finally, after several moments, she took my hand and said sweetly,
"Let's go downstairs and have a drink."
Ruthie can always tell what a man wants. I don't know how. She
didn't bring a drink; she brought a bottle, an ice bucket and two
glasses. She also brought a pitcher of water, but that night I chose
to take my bourbon straight.
I already knew there would be no sex that night for me, but I sat
on the couch, and Ruthie sat on the floor at my feet. As I played with
her hair, she began again to tell me about her relationship with her
father...
After we did it that first night, I woke about five in the morning.
Jack, I was sore, but I was so horny I couldn't stand it. I wanted to
do it again. I got up, and tiptoed to my parents' room. My mom was
home and they were both asleep. I looked at them in bed, and I think
that was the first time I felt jealous and envious of my mother. She
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