Message-ID: <16094eli$9810050530@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Sxjames@aol.com Subject: {Jack} "Ruthie" (1/6) (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: <9fcd379d.36183c22@aol.com> The recent discussion on ASSD regarding true stories brought this tale to mind. It's something that has been in my archives for a while, and I thought it was time to share it. I should emphasize that I am NOT the author, just the reposter. WARNING: The following story contains intense and graphic descriptions of sex between a man and his twelve year old daughter, told in flashback. If your are under 18, the reception of pronographic material is illegal in your area, or this subject matter bothers you read no further and delete this file. ===== Ruthie, by 'Jack' (part 1 of 6) ====== RUTHIE ONE Ruthie Barker was the girl who made me forget my inhibitions long enough to ask her if she wanted to meet someone new. When she said sure and told me where she lived, I said I'd ride home with her and walk back to get my car. She stopped in front of a brick house and turned off the lights. "This is where you live?" I asked. She said no and pointed to a white two-story house with the second story porch roof beginning to sag. "I live there, but my Dad wouldn't like it if a guy brought me home." I looked at her. It was too dark to see now, but at the store I had seen the long, straight shiny blonde hair that curled up at the bottom and framed a soft face with tiny features. I had seen the white ankles that made you want to take off her shoes. This was no teenager, and I didn't get it. "Ruthie, how old are you?" "Twenty-three," she responded. "And your father doesn't allow you to date?" I could feel her looking at me. "You must be the only guy in town who doesn't know about me," she whispered. "Know what?" I responded. "If we're gonna see each other at all, you need to know so I'll tell you now. I'd like to be with you, but you need to know this about me because it's not going to change even if you still want to see me." "Go on." "Okay," she sighed. "My father and I sleep together. That's why I don't get asked out -- everybody here knows. No, don't say anything, let me tell it all. It started when I was twelve and my mother worked as a nurse at night. At first my Daddy just came into my room after I was in my PJs, and he sat at the bottom of the bed and talked to me. While he talked, he played with my feet. He didn't tickle, I think of it now as a gentle caress that he did with his hands. It felt good, in fact, it made me feel a little funny but I didn't know why. And we just talked. I really loved my Dad..." And she told me: I'll never forget the night he started things going further. I had on a pink nightie, kind of thin and short because it was hot. I didn't have any covers on, either. When he came in, he just looked at me for a while and smiled. I moved my feet so he could sit down, but instead he sat down beside me. We talked some and he was smiling, then he put his hand on my tummy. I felt kind of strange because he didn't seem like he was trying to tickle me, just caressing me like he did with my feet. When he moved his hand up to my left breast he just kept on talking like nothing had changed, and I was so shocked that I just kept listening. Usually we talked about all kinds of different things but when he started touching my breast and saw that I was going to let him do it... Jack, I was so surprised and confused that I was scared to say anything. Then he started talking in the same calm tone about how much he loved me and loved touching me and he never wanted anything to happen so that we couldn't have what he called 'our times together.' I didn't know what to do, so I said, "Me too, Daddy," and that's when he started to put his hand inside. I was frozen and I was scared but I didn't do anything. I started to feel guilty. Jack, the first few times I felt so guilty about it all because, even at twelve, I knew it was wrong, but I liked it! It felt good, and I liked it. Anyway, on that first night, after he put his hand inside, I could feel his fingers on my breast. I had fairly big ones for being twelve, but I hadn't really thought about letting anybody touch them. I thought my parents would kill me. And there I was with my father playing with my left breast. When he saw I wasn't going to do anything, he really started to get serious then. He unbuttoned the buttons and pulled them back so he could see. "Ruthie!" he said to me, "you're as big as your mother," which I wasn't, and then he said, "and much prettier." I was trying to get up enough courage to say, "Daddy, should we be doing this?" when he started kissing them. Oh, Jack, I was so scared, but I liked it and it felt good, and I didn't want to ruin our times, so I let him do what he wanted. And I was also getting excited. I just couldn't help it, he was so good, and I loved him because he was my Daddy, and I knew he shouldn't be doing it and I felt guilty because I was letting him, but I couldn't stop because it felt too good. He lay down on top of me and just licked and sucked my breasts until I was really aroused. He was rubbing against my inside legs, too, and I could feel that it was wet down there, and my nipples were real hard, and my breasts felt like they were swollen. When he finally got up and asked me to take off my nightie, I just stared, speechless, so he started to take it off -- and again, I let him do it. I was really scared then because I didn't know what he was going to do and I was also really aroused. He lay down beside me and kind of pulled me sideways to him so he could put my breast back in his mouth, but then he put his hand down between my legs. When he first started to rub my hole with his fingers, I thought I was going crazy. There I was, a totally sexually inexperienced twelve- year-old girl, and my father was doing things to me I didn't know existed, and a part of me wanted to run, and a part of me was so totally turned on that I couldn't believe it. He rubbed what he called my button, then he put his finger in the hole, and all that time he sucked and licked at my nipples. From that very first night, I found out that I have incredibly sensitive nipples, and it's real easy to turn me on if you play with them with your tongue. After a while I started having these jerks between my legs that I couldn't control, and my breath got shorter and shorter. I remember thinking that I was moaning and I didn't know why, but I couldn't help it. He knew I couldn't do anything to stop him then -- he knew I was about to come even though I didn't have any idea what was about to happen. He jumped up on the bed and put his face down there and started sucking on my button and pushing at it with his tongue. I think I was almost unconscious, I was so overwhelmed with all these feelings and then I heard myself moaning, "Lick it harder, Daddy," and I was pushing up off the bed at him and then everything in the world exploded. Oh, Jack, my first orgasm was so incredibly good! I was so out of control that all my guilt was just overpowered by that orgasm. I came and came for what seemed like several minutes. When it was finally over, I was so exhausted that I almost fell asleep with Daddy still between my legs. He raised up, and came up beside me, and kissed me on the cheek and started playing with my hair, and he was saying things like "You're so beautiful, Ruthie" and "I love you so much, Ruthie" and I finally raised up and kissed him and said, "I love you, too, Daddy, but I'm so tired." He said, "Okay, honey, I'll see you tomorrow" and he got up and left. I was so drained that I was probably asleep by the time he got to the door. I didn't know what to say, but I knew that my dick was aching, it was so hard. Her story had made me so horny that I was about to jump on her but instead, she slipped across the seat and into my arms. I wanted to kiss her so badly that I couldn't stand it, but she pushed my head away. "If you're holding me like this, then you don't feel like the others. They either laughed at me or were mean to me or -- usually -- just ignored me. But I have to finish telling you about me." "I don't care," I tried to nuzzle against her ear. "Right now, I just want to touch you and love you and kiss you." But she wasn't ready yet. I think that now that she had found a sympathetic audience, she had some guilt to spill out. She did kiss me lightly on the mouth, but then she said, "We have all the time in the world to do what we want, and I know places, but I have to finish so you know what kind of girl you're getting." I sighed. By this time, I had my hand on her left breast and she let it stay, but I couldn't feel much because she had a jacket on. "We can play with each other while I talk, okay? But I've got to tell it." Saying that, she pulled her coat open so I could get at her and as she started again, she began to try to get my swollen dick out -- and kept talking: The next day, I was tired and scared and really upset. I didn't want to go to school because I thought everybody would be able to look at me and see that I was different and know what had happened. But I couldn't think of any excuse my mother would believe so I got on the bus. When nobody acted like anything was different, I went on to school and stayed. By this time, Ruthie had my dick out of my pants and was doing incredible things to it with her long, thin fingers. Sometimes she caressed it so lightly that I wasn't sure she was even touching it; other times she pulled it with long firm strokes. I had her shirt halfway open and was doing everything I knew to turn her on with my fingers -- she wasn't letting me get my mouth on her nipples yet -- but my caresses were amateur blunders compared to her skill. A dozen times I thought I would come, but each time she settled me down, only to start up again after I relaxed a little. The pain in my balls was starting to grow and I knew that sometime that night, I was going to have to come, even if I had to do it myself. What I wanted was for her to lower her sweet mouth over my dick and let me shoot everything I had down her throat. But she was still full of talk, so I waited, as much turned on by her story as by her -- and she was far from finished with telling me her story: I decided at school that I had to talk to Daddy when he came to my room that night. I had decided to put on something really plain because the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I had been dressing to turn him on, even though I hadn't meant to. I wanted to tell him I hadn't meant to dress like that and that I was scared and felt really guilty and I didn't think we ought to do that kind of stuff anymore. The worst thing of all was that I just couldn't lie to myself, and I knew that I had liked it while it was going on. I really didn't want it to happen again. but I was afraid that if I let it start, then I would want it and not be able to stop it. See, the thing was, I didn't blame my Daddy, or hate him or anything. I still loved my Daddy very much, I just felt like I had done stuff to make him think that I wanted to do things like we had done last night and I had decided that at bedtime, I was going to explain it to him. He was way ahead of me, though, and I never got my chance. I had gotten out of my bath and was drying off when he slipped into the bathroom, and I didn't even hear him until his arms went around me from behind. I jumped and dropped the towel, and each of his hands took one of my breasts. My heart started beating really fast and I kept saying to myself, "Slow down, Ruthie, and tell him," but while I tried to think of what to say, he was already starting to turn me on. One hand went down between my legs and as I finally started to try and tell him, I totally lost my cool when I realized he was naked too. I had seen pictures of guys' dicks. Even at twelve, I knew what he was pushing between my legs from behind. He was moving it around and rubbing me with it in some places while his fingers were touching other places and the shock of my Daddy's dick touching me down there just took my breath away and my thinking away so that I couldn't do anything but stand there naked while he got me hot again. And I have to tell you, it didn't take long. He was really good with his fingers, and sometimes he would push his dick up so that the tip was at my back hole. I was scared to death that he was going to try to put it in there, but feeling it touching me there just drove me absolutely wild. After a while, I was so turned on that I started thinking what it would be like if he did put it in there but even through all this, I trusted my Daddy and figured that he would know the right thing to do. He did, too. He was playing with me in three places where a girl is most sensitive and I don't know what turned me on the most, his fingers squeezing my little nipple like they squeezed his cigarettes, or his other hand playing with my button or his dick playing with my back hole. I think that after a while, the tip did start to go inside, but he never pushed enough to hurt, just enough to feel good. I couldn't help it; I came just as hard as I had the previous night and I heard myself repeating over and over, not conscious that I was speaking, "Don't stop Daddy, don't stop." After I came, he just held me in his arms. My guilt was on hold because I felt so good. I felt totally fulfilled and I also felt a love for my Daddy, who had made me feel that way. I just couldn't help it, the pleasure was so good that there was no room for anything else but love. I felt something else, too, and that made just a little bit of guilt come back, but I felt it anyway. I felt like I wanted to see my Daddy naked, I wanted to see his dick, and I might even want to touch it. But for then, I was so tired that I just stood there and let him hold me. If he had let go, I think I would have fallen over. We stood there for what must have been five minutes. I was a limp rag doll and he held and cuddled me. Finally he turned me around to face him. I was looking at him now but he was holding me so tightly that I couldn't see anything but his chest. But I could feel his dick pushing in on my stomach and it was still real hard. My breasts were flattened against his lower chest and he held me real tight, almost as if he weren't ready for me to see. Then, he slid down my body, kissing at my breasts and stomach until he was on his knees. I knew what he was going to do then and almost cried out for him to stop but his face was between my legs and his tongue was playing round like it wanted to get up my front hole. I knew then that I had wanted him to do more. Even as he sucked at me, I could feel guilt and shame. I wanted to tell him that I didn't want him to do this and that he should stop. But the feelings and the sounds of slurping were driving me crazy again and I knew I wouldn't say a word, at least not until he was finished. My back was against the sink and my body curved in a backward arc as I pushed myself at Daddy so he could suck harder. Remember, I was twelve and this was only my second time, but it was already beginning to dawn in my mind what he was doing. For a while he would really try to make me come by sucking my button or playing with it with his lips or his teeth. Then, as I got hotter, he would back off and not let me finish. He was playing with me and making me want it, and it was driving me absolutely crazy. The sucking sounds and the slurping as he licked his tongue across my hole, and the sucking sound when he sucked at my hole like he wanted something to come out were making things even worse. I had totally lost control again. Finally, I grabbed his head in my hands and started screaming, "Come on Daddy, make me do it!" because I didn't even know what to call it yet but I needed it, yes I needed him to make it happen. He was sucking on my button now and I knew I was getting close again. I didn't want him to stop this time, I didn't want him to play with me anymore, I really needed it this time. I was up on the tips of my toes, bracing my back against the sink and pushing out my legs at him. I started thrusting my hips sharply at his face, and I pulled his face against my hole. "Come on Daddy, finish me this time, please finish me, come on Daddy!" and then I was gone, my hips still pushing back and forth but completely beyond my control now. If the first two orgasms were good, this one was harder and better. He had made me want it so badly, and I had helped make it happen by moving my own body. As silly as it may sound, that still seems to me to be one of the strongest orgasms I ever had, though maybe it was just the first really good one. I didn't want it to stop, and then for a while, I didn't think it was going to, and that was okay too, to just come and come with Daddy sucking on me. When it finally did start to slow down, I was so weak that I couldn't stand up and I sank down into Daddy's lap. I cuddled up against him. Then for a minute I was awake again because I knew that my hand had brushed against his dick and I tried to move my hand so that I would touch it again, but Daddy picked me up in his arms and carried me into my bedroom. I hardly had the energy to say goodnight, but as he brushed my hair back and covered me up, still naked, I remember what I said to him. I said, "Thank you, Daddy." I was so turned on by her and her story that the fact that she was talking about incest and enjoying it made no difference to. It was like she was all talked out now, and we just sat there while she drove my dick crazy with her fingers. She looked up at me and said, "Now, do you still want to see me again?" "And again and again," I answered and that was when she first kissed me. It wasn't a long kiss but it was incredible one. "Jack, I have to go in, he'll be waiting." I started to protest but she put her fingers to my lips and whispered gently, "You need to get off, don't you?" I nodded silently. She kissed me again and lowered her head to my lap. My cock slipped into her mouth as soundlessly and gently as into water and Ruthie began to suck. I could tell this was to be no long teaser. Ruthie wanted to go in and see her Daddy, but she apparently cared enough about me to let it wait a little while. Her mouth was like a sucking machine, and she had no trouble letting my whole dick slip down into her mouth when she wanted to. I could feel her lips on my pubic hair at times, but with the pressure and the urgency of her sucking, I couldn't hold out. When it came it was painful because the spurts were so strong that I had no control. I thought I must be choking her but she just buried it to the hilt and rubbed it with her tongue until I finally was empty. I was as empty as I had ever been. Ruthie popped back up, kissed me and said, "When we have time, I can do better than that. I'll see you at the store tomorrow night. Bye." I could only respond, "Don't forget" as I slipped out of the car. I stood there as she moved on up to her house. She didn't know I had stayed but she popped out of the car and bounced into the house. I couldn't help but notice the enthusiasm and as I walked back to my car I kept thinking, "I wonder if she has him in her mouth now?" But I also planned to be at the store the next night. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----