Message-ID: <16095eli$9810050530@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Sxjames@aol.com Subject: {Jack} "Ruthie" (4/6) (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: <4ee28eeb.36183c4a@aol.com> ===== 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." -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----