THE DESCENT OF RUTH
by Art West

Chapter 6 of 6
Ultimate Incestuous Pregnant Slut (M+F,inc,preg)

Ever since our summer holiday orgy, and hearing Cynthia's story, I
became increasingly obsessed with the idea of risking pregnancy. 
It seemed that my enormous sexual appetite was linked to a need to
procreate.  And in any case, pregnancy would broadcast to the world
that I was the ultimate slut who slept around without concern for
the consequences.  On a couple of occasions I seriously toyed with
the idea of 'forgetting' my pill for a day or two.  Probably
nothing would ever have come of this if Ted hadn't chatted to me
one day (about three months after the winter vacation, just after
we had finished making a movie).  "Ruthie", he said, "it seems that
there are a lot of people who would pay premium prices for preggy
movies, that is full scale porn movies in which the lead star is
evidently pregnant.  You still have such a virginal-looking face
that I think you could get two or three times the fee per movie if
you were preggers.  Is there any chance that you would want a baby
in the near future".  I almost orgasmed there and then thinking
about it, but said no more to Ted than "well, who knows, maybe
something will happen".

Over the next few days, I could think of nothing else.  But I had a
lot of fantasies that I wanted fulfilled at the same time. 
Cynthia's gang bang scene, in which she couldn't know who the
father was, became a huge turn on for me.  But I also found the
idea of an incestuous child from my father or brother exciting, and
I also imagined scenes in which my pregnancy resulted from being
forced into a humiliating experience as a form of punishment. 
Eventually, the next weekend I called David, and shared it all with
him.  He was so excited by the thought, that he wanked himself to
climax while talking with me.  But he said that he and father could
work out some plan.  When do we want to do this?  I told him that
my period had just started, so that I planned to stop the pill
right now.  For the next six weeks I'd be careful to use condoms
whenever I fucked, to give my system time to get back to normal. 
That would put me at a fertile period for the next month.  "Leave
it with me", promised David, "and we'll give you an unforgettable
experience".

On the Monday I told Ted that I was serious about the pregnancy
idea, but that I wouldn't do any more movies or shows until I was
sure I was pregnant.  The mere talk about the idea had us so worked
up that we fucked there and then in his office.

My father and David told me nothing of what they planned, but once
we confirmed the weekend, I was told that David would pick me up on
the Friday afternoon, and drive me to a mountain cabin situated
about 45 minutes drive from our hometown, and owned by my uncle
Norman.  Norm is my mother's older brother, and was widowed quite
young, leaving him to bring up twin sons, Reg and Ron, who were
about 15 at this time.  In my earlier years, I remembered mother
and father speaking in hushed tones of the immoral life led by
Norman after his wife died, and of the environment in which the
boys were being brought up.   I never quite understood the details,
but the boys were wild little devils, and I well recalled how
frequently they tried to look up my skirts.  I was told to come in
modest attire, possibly just a simple dress (preferably in virginal
white), bra and panties, with flat sandals.  Nothing expensive, as
they might get ruined!

The weeks dragged by, and I even spent time on my studies, getting
passing grades that year!  By the time the weekend arrived I was so
nervously excited that I hardly slept on the Thursday night.  David
picked me up at 4, but it was nearly 8 before we reached the cabin
(having grabbed something to eat on the way).  The cabin was quite
isolated, but I noticed quite a few cars parked around.  David
honked briefly as we pulled up, and father immediately emerged from
the cabin.  He hugged and kissed me warmly, but then explained that
we had some play acting to do.  He was going to be the outraged
father, so "look frightened!".  He and David each took an arm and
more-or-less frog-marched me inside.  I was aware of quite a full
room, but couldn't immediately take in who was there, as I was
marched across the room, and placed in a chair slightly to one side
of a large screen TV, facing the assembled gathering.  My arms were
tied behind the backrest, and straps were used to fasten each leg
just below the knee to the leg of the chair, leaving my legs wide
spread so that most of the group would be seeing my panties quite
clearly.  At some point my sandals were also removed, to leave me
barefooted.  With a stern look on his face, my father turned to
speak to the group sitting around us, some on chairs, others on the
floor.  This gave me time to look around, and to get a sense of who
was there.  Apart from David and my father, a quick count revealed
about a dozen other males in the room.  Hardly surprisingly to see
was Uncle Norm, with a broad lascivious grin, together with cousins
Reg and Ron.  More surprisingly, they were accompanied by another
young teenager who seemed even younger than they were, and was
staring in fascination up my skirt.  (He was, I found out later, 14
year old Sean, a son of Norman's current girl friend, and Norman
had taken it upon himself to see to his sexual upbringing.)

Slightly more surprising was to see two other uncles there, namely
my father's older brother Jeff, and my mother's 'baby' brother Ian,
who was still only in his late 20s.  Also present was  Jeff's son,
my cousin Pete, who was about year older than David.

A real shock was to see two of my former high school teachers, whom
I had regarded as pillars of the community.    Finally, there was a
group of three quite rough-looking guys aged about 18.  They looked
vaguely familiar, but I could not immediately place them.  Then it
clicked: they had been about two years behind me at high school,
and called themselves the pussy hunters gang.  I now remembered
their names as Pete, Jake and Joe.  I had gotten them into trouble
and detention a few times while I was a hall monitor.  Most of what
they had done was overlooked by other monitors, but I had reacted
to the fact that they continually made comments of a sexual nature
as they passed me, but out of earshot of anyone else.  They had
sworn that one day they'd get their own back on me for the trouble
I had gotten them into ... I guess their time had come ... I
noticed that two of them were rubbing their crotches as they
whispered amongst themselves.

As I sat there, my father told the group what a shock it had been
for him to hear that his own daughter, brought up to be a good
Christian wife and mother, had been indulging in immoral
activities.  "In fact", he told them, "I can call her nothing else
but a whoring slut, who is disgracing the family name.  Now perhaps
you think I am over-reacting to minor indiscretions, but let me now
show you this videotape which was recently sent to me anonymously".

He inserted the tape into the VCR and pressed play.  He played
about 30 minutes of extracts from my strip show which he had
recorded, emphasizing the sucking and fucking scenes.  The
audience's collective mouths hung open as their eyes moved between
me and the screen.

Once the tape had finished, my father added: "so you see what I
mean" to chorus of assent.  "So you disgraceful little slut", he
said to me, "you obviously like to display yourself in front of
men, so let me satisfy both your desires and those of these
friends".  He pulled out a knife, and made a cut in the bodice of
my dress, and then tore it right down the middle; two more cuts
severed the straps.  Similar cuts to the front and straps of my bra
left my breasts fully exposed.  Finally two cuts between waist- and
leg-bands of my panties left me fully naked, with my legs held open
by the straps.  I could already feel the juices running out of my
pussy as I was exposed in this way.

Father continued: "I regret that I can never now give Ruth away as
a virginal bride to a deserving husband.  She probably will never
be anything else than a slut now.  But I owe it to the family to be
seen to discipline her ... not that it will change her behaviour,
but it will salvage something of our honour and be a warning to
others.  I have though much about this.  The only way to treat a
slut is to leave her barefoot and pregnant.  As you see, she is
already barefoot (and bare everything else), what remains is to
make sure that the consequences of her actions are made evident by
an obvious pregnancy outside of marriage."

Now it was time for me to play my part!  "No please daddy", I
wailed.  "I don't want to have a baby ... I'll be a good girl from
now on ... please ....".  But he ignored me.  He cut the bonds
holding my arms and legs and pulled me to my feet.  The torn
clothes fell away so that I was totally naked.  He pushed me
towards a pile of mattresses placed on one side of the room, and
pushed me down on to it.  Still playing my role, I pulled by legs
together, and folded my arms across my tits.  "Don't pretend
modesty now.  We know the slut you are.  Lie on your back with your
arms and legs open, or I'll tie you up in that position" scolded
father.

He turned back to the group: "As unpleasant a task it is for us, I
and David will accept our responsibility to lead the disciplining
of this slut".  With that, he dropped his trousers and underpants,
and advanced towards me with his stiff prick pointing accusingly. 
Once again, I played the game: "No daddy, you can't ... you can't
put your thing in me .... I'll be so ashamed ... nobody will want
to have anything to do with me .... and it's too big, it'll hurt me
.... no ... nooo .... nooooooooo", the last as his cock thrust in
one sharp movement right up to hilt in my pussy.  I was not able to
keep my act going much longer.  The general turn on of my position
and the audience gathering around, the thrill of knowing that I
probably had a fertile egg waiting for sperm, and the fulness of my
daddy's cock stimulating my cunt and clit very soon had me building
towards a climax.  My "nooooo"'s soon changed to "Yeeeeees, fuck me
.... keep fucking .... plant your seed in me .... yeeees daddy,
give me your baby .....Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh".  I was vaguely
conscious of a voice near me saying: "My God, look at that ....
she's getting off on being raped by her father!  I can't wait to
get my cock into that willing cunt."

Very soon I could feel my father cumming in me.  He slammed his
crotch hard against mine, almost willing himself to climb right in,
as his seed spurted deep into my womb.  Even when he was through,
he maintained the pressure as if trying to prevent any of his sperm
from leaking out.  Eventually, however, his manhood wilted and the
squeezing of my vaginal muscles on its slippery surface made it pop
out.  Reluctantly, he made way for David, who instantly plunged
right in and began fucking furiously.  It was not long before the
two of us climaxed together, and his sperm joined that of our
father deep in my womb.

As David rolled away, and I remained lying on the mattresses with
my legs wide open leaking semen from my pussy, my father spoke
again: "Before the rest of you have your pleasure with Ruth, there
is one service she can provide.  As you see, Norm has brought his
15 year old sons Reg and Ron, together with 14 year old Sean.  He
wants to teach them something about sex before they move out into
the world, and I have agreed that they can use Ruth for this
purpose rather than to hire a prostitute.  Norm: she's yours for
your lessons."

Uncle Norm and the three boys quickly stripped and joined me on the
mattress.  Norm put a couple of fingers into my pussy, gently
massaging the inside.  Speaking almost as if I were not here, he
spoke to the boys: "Put your fingers up this cunt, and feel how
juicy it is; that is the lubrication needed to allow for
pleasurable fucking, and before you fuck a girl, you need to be
sure she is lubricating properly".  At Norm's direction, all three
boys probed my pussy with their fingers.  Norm continued: "As you
have heard, we are dealing here with a nymphomaniac slut, whose
twat probably juices up at the sight of a man.  But for other
girls, you need to stimulate them to produce adequate lubrication. 
A good idea is to start with the breasts, massaging them, and
tweaking and sucking on the nipples".  He demonstrated to the boys,
and then had each of them feel up my tits, before sucking on one
while playing with the other nipple.  By this time I was writhing
around on the mattress in ecstasy, striving for another orgasm. 
Norm then prised open my cunt lips, to expose my by now erect and
enlarged clit.  "This", he told the boys, "is her clitoris, which
is the key to stimulating your partner".  He demonstrated how to
tease my clit with his fingers as I groaned further; then bent down
and took it between his lips to suck on it driving again to the
verge of an orgasm before he let go.  Each of the boys were then
given their turn, as Norm gave advice.  By this time I was
screaming in frustration: "Just fuck me ... get your cocks into me
..... fill my cunt ...... fuck me ..  fuck me".  Eventually Norm
climbed between my legs, and thrust his prick into my gaping and
welcoming cunt, and we set up an enthusiastic humping against each
other.  "Jesus", gasped Norm, "I wish I realized you were so
available.  I've wanted to get into your pants since you were about
14, and you're as good as I ever fantasized".  Before long I was
climaxing again, screaming as he off-loaded the third lot of seed
into my fertile womb.

Norm pulled out, and turned to the three boys: "OK, guys, see how
long you can last.  The trick is to get your cocks in, and to try
to stop thrusting when you feel you're on the verge of coming; then
resume thrusting when the urge dies away."  This advice didn't
really help.  All three were so worked up by that time that they
came pretty quickly, especially Sean who came almost as soon as he
entered me, much to his embarrassment and the amusement of all
watching.  I whispered to him not to worry, that he'd get other
opportunities.  The three came so quickly, however, that I had no
time for climaxes before the three new, and probably pretty potent
loads had joined the previous three.

Father now told the others to feel free to use me any way they
wished.  I would not close my legs for anyone.  The idea was, he
reminded them however, to get as many loads in my womb as possible,
"so don't waste too much in her mouth or elsewhere".  From then on
it became quite a blur.  As I have indicated in describing previous
gang-bangs, the combination of the degraded position of being no
more than a fuck toy, a cum dump, with the continual stimulation of
cunt and clit simply drove me into one continuous sexual high,
which was amplified in the current case by the knowledge that I was
also now a breeding machine.  From time to time I would feel
thirsty and someone would bring me a beer, so that I was quite
tipsy as well by the end of the night.

The one event that I do remember, however, was when the three
'pussy-hunter' gang members came to take their turn.  I suddenly
became aware of the three of them standing around me.  "So, Ruth,
are you going to send us to detention?", asked Jake.  Pete added:
"While you were getting so cross with our remarks about you at
school, you were actually the slut underneath your prim outfit,
probably getting a kick out of it, weren't you?".  "It's time you
said sorry" said Joe.  With that they pulled me off of the mattress
and made me kneel on the ground with the three of them gathered
round me.  "Say you're sorry, and that you'll do anything to make
up for the problems you've caused."  I did.  "Pull down our pants
and suck our cocks", I was next commanded, and again I humbly
obeyed.  "When each of us is ready to come, we'll say 'now, bitch';
then you turn round and lean over the mattress so that we can off-
load our baby juice into your cunt as your daddy wants, doggy
style".  And that's how it happened.  Each would wait to give the
"now bitch" instruction until he was right on the verge, so that he
would come more or less immediately as he entered, giving me no
time to come for myself.

All the guys had at least one more go that night, while the three
younger boys and the pussy hunters probably had another three goes
each.  Eventually everyone started to drift off to sleep, and I
must have collapsed where I was.  When I awoke the next (Saturday)
morning the sun was well up.  I had the feeling that a couple of
guys had fucked me after I had gone to sleep, but memories were
pretty vague.  I know that there were pools of come on the mattress
where I was lying, and streaks of it were running down my legs.
  
After I had showered and eaten, my father called everyone together. 
"I've got a surprise for you all, which I'm sure you'll enjoy", he
told the guys.  For the first time I noticed that there was an
additional man in the group whom I did not recognize.  My father
pointed to him, and explained that this was Sam Barry who operated
a tattoo parlour, and that he had kindly brought his equipment out
to the cabin.  I was told to sit in a chair as Sam unpacked the
equipment.  When he was ready, my father went on: "I have asked Sam
to tattoo a large butterfly, as an image of the slut flitting from
tree to tree, on to the inside upper swell of Ruth's one breast,
touching on to the aureole." For the next half-hour, I had to sit
still while Sam worked on my tit, massaging it and playing his
fingers over the nipple as he worked.  Once again, I was getting
highly worked up from this stimulation, but could do nothing to
relieve it.

When the tattoo was done, father said: "Hang on, that's only half-
way.  Ruth I want you to shave away all of your pubic hair,
including that on your labia".  With that he gave me a bowl of warm
water and his shaving kit.  With everyone watching, I carefully
lathered up and shaved until my whole pubic area was a smooth as a
baby's.  Once I was finished, father produced a bottle of
aftershave gel, and gently rubbed all the shaved areas, at the same
time rubbing two fingers in my pussy while teasing my clit with his
thumb, bringing me to the much desired climax even as all watched. 
As this was happening, David had brought in a type of frame which
he placed on the mattress.  I was instructed to lie down on my back
within the frame.  My legs were lifted, spread apart and strapped
firmly at the knees to the frame.  My arms were also strapped down,
so that I was unable to move.  With a gasp, I realized what was
about to happen.  Sam brought his equipment across, and settled
down between my widely splayed legs.  I soon felt his hands working
around my pubic area.  He must have rubbed in some anaesthetic
cream in the area, because all I felt when his instruments started
working was a tickling sensation all over.  He worked for about 40
minutes, which was a most frustrating time as I wanted to get my
hands down there to bring myself off.  I couldn't see what he was
doing, but I noticed that the watching guys were finding it
increasingly amusing.

Eventually, it was all over, and I was unstrapped.  I stretched
before examining the result.  He had tattooed a little devil with a
disproportionately large cock.  The lower part of the imp's body
and legs were on my labial lips, while his upper body and head were
on my mons.  He was shown crouching over, looking down towards my
slit. 

"Isn't that good?", asked my father.  "Sam has done this artwork
for free, so you'll need to thank him very nicely."  I took the
hint, and beckoned to Sam.  I undid his belt, and dropped his
trousers and undershorts.  I sucked his rapidly elongating prick
while fondling his balls.  When he looked ready, I dropped back on
the bed with my legs wide open, gestured with my finger for him to
come closer, and said: "Do me".  He did!  To the cheers of the rest
of the group.  So there was another potential father for my unborn
child.  He was invited to stay, as the orgy started again and
continued for the next few hours, although not with the same
frenetic frenzy of the previous night.  I had time to walk around
and sip drinks from time to time, although always ready to bend
over or to open my legs whenever one of the guys had the urge.  The
three younger teenage boys, in particular, seemed insatiable, and
were always attempting something new.  At one point, Reg and Ron
managed to get both their pricks into me at the same time, and
climaxed together to deposit two semen loads in my womb
simultaneously.

At about 7.00pm that evening, father called everyone together
again.  "When everyone in the town sees the pregnant Ruth in a few
months time, we want to be sure that all know it is the result of
her sluttiness, and not just a one-time accident.  Our three young
friends here, Pete, Jake and Joe, are going to help by taking Ruth
to a club frequented by 18-22 year olds, where many of her and
their ex-friends from high school are likely to be on a Saturday
night. [Drinking age in our part of the world is from 18.] Ruth ...
here is your outfit".  David had produced a length of quite
diaphanous material which I was to wear as a sarong, wrapped around
and tied behind my neck in halter-style, in the fashion some girls
use as a beach wrap over their bathing suits   except, of course,
that I wore nothing underneath.  I was also handed a pair of high-
heeled sandals, to complete the outfit.  My father shook a  can of
beer, and popped it open to spray over my top and skirt.  I was
going to smell like a brewery when I arrived at the club later. 
Father turned to me: "When you arrive at the club, you are to act
as if you are already drunk, hanging on to these guys, loudly
demanding something more to drink.  While seated in the club you
will hang all over these three guys, kissing them.  From time to
time, one of your tits will pop out of your top, and you'll say
something like 'oops' before readjusting yourself.  During the
course of the evening, you will accompany each of the three guys in
turn to the mens room, where you'll go into one of the stalls and
fuck him (as noisily as possible).  David and Ian will travel
separately to the club, but will be there to make sure you do as
you're told.  At about 1030, you will appear to pass out, and the
guys will take you out to their van and bring you back here.  Enjoy
yourself!"

The club was already quite busy when we arrived at around 8:30pm. 
I hung my arms around two of the guys as we entered the club, and
exclaimed loudly in a slightly slurred voice "Come on, get a move
on ... I need that drink NOW!".  I recognized a few faces from
school days, and I heard someone say "Good God, isn't that the prim
and prissy Ruth -----?  Look at her now.  I'm sure she'll fuck
anything that moves!"  I dropped into a bench seat behind one of
the tables, at which point a tit popped free. As instructed, I said
"oops", and struggled for a few moments to get it back in place,
grinning sheepishly at the group at the next table.  I followed
instructions to the letter, and was in fact getting quite hot
kissing with the guys.  After about half an hour, Jake drew me to
my feet, and we edged to the mens room.  He peeped in to see
someone at the urinal, so we smooched outside until this guy left. 
Uncle Ian was also hanging around, and came into the men's room
with us, as we quickly slipped into one of the stalls.  Jake
quickly stripped off his pants and sat down on the toilet; I
unfastened the sarong and sat astride him.  I was so juicy, that
his cock slid immediately right up to the hilt.  Before long I was
bouncing up and down on his shaft like a woman possessed.  It's a
wonder  we didn't break the seat!  I was constantly banging against
the walls of the stall on either side, so that anyone outside would
have had little doubt as to what was happening in there.  As
orgasms swept over me, I was hardly quiet either, while Jake
grunted in unison.  It was not long before his sperm was joining
the many other loads up in my fertile womb.  Once our passions had
subsided and we had caught our breaths, Jake lifted me to my feet,
before standing up and pulling on his pants.  Before giving me time
to get the sarong properly tied, he opened the stall door and
strode out, leaving me with my tits totally exposed in full view of
two guys at the urinal.  Their eyes nearly popped out of their
heads as I followed Jake to the door still fastening the sarong
behind my neck.

Back at the table, Pete and Joe made space for me to sit between
them, signalling a waiter to get new drink orders.  As he reached
the table, Pete reached behind me and undid the ties of the sarong
behind my neck, which fell down leaving me bare from the waist up. 
The two of them held my hands so that I was unable to do anything
about it until after the waiter left.  Of course, many at the
adjacent tables had a good view as well!

When we had finished the next round of drinks, Pete and Joe dragged
me back to my feet, and each took an arm as they escorted me back
to the men's room.  Unlike Jake, they did not even check whether
anyone was in there ... I was just marched in and taken to one of
the stalls in full view of three or four men having a piss.  As
soon as the door to the stall was closed, they whipped off my
sarong and hung it over the top of the door.  Joe sat down first,
and as with Jake I sat astride him as Pete stood behind me with his
arms around me squeezing my tits and pinching on the nipples.  Very
soon I was moaning quite audibly as the first of several climaxes
built up..  Pete and Joe kept up a loud conversation, commenting on
my tits, how juicy and tight my pussy was, and what a whore pious
Ruth had become.  Once Joe had come, Pete lifted me up and
immediately took Joe's place on the seat and I was dropped back to
be impaled on his cock as I continued my fucking.  When Pete, too,
had shot his load, both guys pulled up their trousers and left the
stall, flinging my sarong half-way across the room in the process. 
So I was left totally naked in the men's room which had filled
quite considerably as a result of the noise we had been making.  To
complete my humiliation, I noticed quite a few guys who had been at
school with me, both in my own year and one or two years after.  I
had to recover my sarong from the floor and fasten it around me in
full view of this audience who cheered and made loud remarks.

I was met as I emerged from the men's room by the manager who
ordered me to leave the establishment immediately with my friends. 
As we reached the car, David and Ian met us and insisted that I
suck both of them off before getting into the car.  As I was
finishing, they untied my sarong and ran off with it, so that I had
to travel back to the cabin totally naked.  

On our arrival there, we found most of the older men already
asleep, but I was welcomed enthusiastically by the three teenage
boys who kept me going for another hour or more, during which time
they each deposited two more semen loads into my uterus. 
Eventually, we fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs.

Sunday morning gave just enough time for most of the men to fuck me
once more before they had to start on their journeys home.  Father
and David produced a pair of jeans and an old shirt for me to wear
as they drove me back.  I slept most of the way.  When we reached
my apartment, both made tender love to me before heading back home,
leaving me to nurse a sore but very satisfied pussy.  I fell back
into bed and slept for 14 hours, waking up feeling amazingly fresh
and quite ready to take on another man!
 

                            EPILOGUE

Well the events of the last chapter happened just under nine months
ago.  I have been writing these memoirs over the past few weeks
while resting up at my parents' home in anticipation of the arrival
of my babies.  Yes, babies ... I'm having twins ... a boy and a
girl, so quite possibly they have different fathers!  After the
original shock, my mother was actually surprisingly supportive, and
tut-tutted over the men who had taken advantage of me while drunk
at a party (the story which I told her).  She has allowed 14 year
old Miriam to feel the babies kicking.  She told Miriam that while
she could not approve of the life-style that got me into this
trouble, and despised the men who satisfied their carnal desires at
my expense, they would love the innocent babies coming into this
world.  She used every opportunity to warn Miriam of the dangers
that faced her if she did not remain pure and careful!

But Miriam is also growing up.  When we were on our own, I stripped
in front of her so that she could see and feel the bulge in the
flesh, so to speak  ... something mother would not have allowed,
but Miriam looked quite fascinated, especially on seeing my
tattoos!  "Did you let a man touch you there?", she asked slightly
breathlessly.  Then, in a rather embarrassed manner, she asked how
much I remembered of the night that I was made pregnant, or was I
too drunk?  I laughed, and let her know that I was not that drunk,
and that in any case it was not exactly my first time with a man. 
(Of course, I still didn't tell her the full story!)  Her eyes grew
large, and she gasped out even more breathlessly: "Ru- Ru- Ruthie,
wh- wh- what does it feel like to have a man's thing right up
inside you?".

"Ohhhh ... fantastic", I answered.  "Do you rub yourself on your
clit and in your vagina?".  She started to deny it, but then shyly
dropped her head and murmured an affirmative "Mm".  "Don't be shy",
I told her putting my arm round her as I sat still naked next to
her, "it's completely natural; in fact, your next step should be to
let Eric [her little boyfriend] do the rubbing for you, as you rub
his 'thing'". "Ruthie!!" gasped Miriam, as she went bright red. 
"Well", I continued with a smile, "having sex with a man is much
like masturbation, but only MUCH better ... I can never get enough
of it".

As I spoke with her, I felt a shiver running through me.  I had
been a little worried that I had already tried everything sex-wise
and would have no new thrills to experience.  But now I realized my
next adventure would be to lead my little sister into total
sluthood, and that will be fun.  I guess I'm going to get my babies
out first, but then I can get my project into full gear.  Perhaps
in a year or two I'll have another story for you!

                       The End (for now)