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===== Ruthie, by 'Jack' (part 2 of 6) =====



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

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

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

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

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



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