Message-ID: <16093eli$9810050530@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Sxjames@aol.com Subject: {Jack} "Ruthie" (2/6) (MF, Mf, pedo/teen, inc, preg, true) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <41546c53.36183c2a@aol.com> ===== 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.  -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----