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===== Ruthie, by 'Jack' (part 4 of 6) =====



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

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

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

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

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

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


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