Message-ID: <16098eli$9810050531@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Sxjames@aol.com Subject: {Jack} "Ruthie" (6/6) (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: ===== Ruthie, by 'Jack' (part 6 of 6) ===== RUTHIE SIX I felt guilty but had to do something. My Ruthie was bringing her father home this morning and I was going to stay in the house and see what happened. Please understand: I wasn't planning a confrontation or anything like that; I just had to help myself if I could. Perhaps if I could hear them and see what their relationship was like it might give me some ideas. There'd be no trouble if I were careful. The house was almost a mansion, with a central upstairs hall surrounded by bedrooms, most now unused. They connected to the ones on either side through a big closet or a shared bathroom. You could circle the second floor and never step into the hall. For quick flight, windows opened onto porch rooves in front and back. I planned to be quiet, but there were plenty of routes if I had to retreat. The closet between Ruthie's father's room and one that stored old furniture would be my hiding place. An unused bedroom just beyond the storeroom gave onto the back porch roof. Its window was open for emergency use and went downstairs. I drove off and parked several blocks away, returning on foot. Once inside I locked both doors and settled down to wait. Memories of Ruthie filled my mind as I sat on the window seat and watched through the curtain. Our relationship couldn't stay like this, hiding and seeing her just when she could slip away from him. It had to grow. I wanted Ruthie for myself. I loved Ruthie now. The pictures in her baby book came to mind, and Ruthie in front of the fireplace. How I wish I could have known her then. I recalled our time at the lake, and replayed the dream of my non-existent daughter and Ruthie's sweet awakening. I nearly failed to notice when the car drove up. Shoes off, I ran to my hiding place in the closet. The house was solidly built; and though I heard the door open and close, their voices were inaudible. I hoped they would come upstairs soon. If Ruthie's father chose one of the downstairs couches then all this was for nothing. I was betting he'd want to rest in his room. Pretty soon I could tell they were coming upstairs. I closed the closet door to a tiny crack and cursed as the damned thing squeaked. Should I close it all the way? But I had to see! The door from the hall was hidden from me, but I heard Ruthie fussing at him for not leaning on her and for going too fast. "Leave me alone, princess," his voice was now in the room. "I'm not a crippled old man, just a bit tired." Then I could see him and part of her. He was easing down to the bed and sat on the edge. "Ruthie, how about helping me with this shirt?" She unbuttoned it and slipped it off his shoulders. His bare back was my next view. "Let's get your pants off, Daddy," Ruthie said as he lay back. I heard him chuckle. "Never could stay out of them, could you, princess?" Ruthie snickered. "If you weren't in such a mess I'd pull them up over your head." But I could see that she handled him gently. Finally he lay on the bed and let out a deep breath. "Whew, princess. That's some better now." He lay there in his old-fashioned boxer shorts while Ruthie pulled the dress over her head and threw it out of my range of vision. Five more seconds and she was naked. There she finally was, in person with her father and the truth of what they had been doing for ten years came to me. This was the girl who had born her father's child to get rid of her mother. A tidal wave of depression rolled over me. What action of mine could possibly break this bond? Ruthie was down on the bed. As I watched, she eased her father's shorts off and removed his socks. Now father and daughter were naked together in the bed where I could never be. I was both fascinated and repelled. The old man's dick was growing. Ruthie started singing a song to him, so softly that I couldn't make it out. Then she took her father's dick in her hand and begin to rub up and down its length. It wasn't long before he was hard. And so, I am ashamed to admit, was I. Ruthie crawled up on the bed. "Be still, Daddy," she whispered. "I'll do everything." She straddled his hips and lowered herself. Aroused and shocked, I watched her slip him into her all the way. She sat there playing with the hair on his chest. He suddenly laughed and looked up at her. Then he spoke. "Taking advantage of a helpless old man, huh? What's the matter, Princess, isn't Jack keeping you satisfied?" I was had been leaning against the doorjamb and learned at that moment the meaning of a `heart leaping up into one's throat.' I damn near fell forward out of the closet and into the room. Adrenalin flowed and my cock shrivled in fear. Ruthie laughed and tossed her hair back over her shoulders. "I already told you, Daddy. He keeps me satisfied all I want. But there's always going to be a place here for you." She began to rock slowly forward and back, gently fucking him. I wanted to get out of there but was frozen. If Ruthie had walked straight to the closet and opened the door, I don't think I could have moved an inch. "Have it your way, Princess," he said. "You feel mighty good to an old man. So...how is it with the young lovers?" Then as she fucked her father, Ruthie began to tell him about us. She recited all we had done since he had been in the accident. I was beyond understanding what was going on. Ruthie gently fucked her father and talked about me as she had so often made love to me and talked about him. She recounted what had happened this morning with us. "He was crying out in his sleep for his daughter to suck him, Daddy," she was saying, "he wasn't faking, he was really asleep. Maybe he was dreaming that he was you." The old man was slow to respond. Finally: "Well, Princess have you changed your mind?" "No, Daddy. He's the one. I'm sure he is. Daddy, I love Jack. And I think he loves me. I've told him everything. He's had plenty of chance to walk away and he doesn't. I think it will work." "Ruthie, honey, remember he's only the second young man you've known. You want to be sure. Princess, you want to be really sure. If he has accepted the truth then he's either as perverted as we are or he really loves you. But you have to be sure, honey. You don't want a marriage like mine to your mother, Ruthie. You want someone to love." Ruthie's voice rose. "We aren't perverted, Daddy. I love you and I won't ever quit loving you, but I love Jack, too. I haven't left out anything about us, Daddy, honest I haven't. He never lectures me or says anything bad about you. I've told him everything. Daddy, I know he's the one. I feel it. Jack Williams is the man I want to marry." Well, another cliche is in order here. Sorry, folks, but you really could have knocked me over with a feather when she let that one out. There she was tossing her hair around as she sat on her own father's cock. And she was telling him that she wanted to marry me. The conversation lagged for a minute. I was even peeking through the door now I was so much into my own thoughts. But when I looked back I could see why they weren't talking. The love-making was getting heavy and she was close to her climax. His hand was between her legs now and I guess he was putting his finger on her clitoris as I had sometimes done. Her head was thrown back and she was breathing loud and she was going faster and faster. I couldn't see it all but I knew she was close. Then she was screaming, "I'm coming, Daddy, oh, come too, Daddy, come in me Daddy," and she threw her body over his and was hugging him to her. She screamed again and I knew what her pussy was doing. It was sucking on her father's dick as it had sucked on mine. Then he was coming, too. I could tell because he was moaning and pushing back. I was watching Ruthie's father shooting himself inside his daughter, the woman I loved. Yes, in spite of it all, she was still the woman I loved. My dick was rock hard and I wanted to pull it out but I didn't dare. I just stood there as father and daughter came together. It should had been lewd, it should have made me want to throw up, but it didn't. Their love for each other was so palpable I could feel its reality. Crying, softly, I eased the door shut and went into the storeroom. No need to use the window. I walked down the stairs, out the back door and somehow found my car. I didn't go straight home. It was only eleven-thirty in the morning and there wasn't enough bourbon in the house for what I needed to do. There might not be enough in the entire state of Kentucky, but I settled for a half-gallon of Wild Turkey and went home. I couldn't think, I couldn't focus: my mind was too busy protecting me to allow time for thought. I added water to my first drink and noticed how badly my hands were shaking. I needed to think but I couldn't think. Whatever the hell was going on here I had no idea at all. I had wanted to witness them only to further my own cause. But what I had seen was so far beyond what I had expected that I just couldn't integrate it. Four drinks later I stopped shaking. Now sufficiently numbed, I began to asses the situation. Obviously -- Well, assuming I hadn't just watched a play put on for my benefit, and I doubted that -- obviously Ruthie had been as honest with her father about me as she had been with with me about him. It was beyond anything I could have dreamed. But did I feel a tiny bit proud of her for it? I didn't know yet. She sat in the bed with her father's dick buried to the hilt in the pussy I had sucked with love and told him that she loved me. Even as she fucked her own father she told him she wanted to marry me. It was too much. I made another drink, no water this time, just bourbon. This was a crazy girl, I told myself. That's no figure of speech. I mean to say that Ruthie was crazy. She had to be. Incest does that to you, I told myself, and fixed yet another drink. This girl would do anything to get what she wanted. But what had she really done? She had been completely honest with me about her father. and now I knew that she had been completely honest with him about me. He, not she, had said that I was only her second lover besides himelf. But he had been making it with his own daughter for ten years. I needed another drink; screw the water - I'll just keep the bottle, it's easier. How could she love him and do what she did with me? Hell, how could she love me and still keep on with him even when he was too sick to do anything but lie on the bed while she attacked him? I took a long swig. She was just a nympho. Needed it all the time. No, that's not true, she'd had no lovers but her Daddy and me, except for Robert. She was on a power trip needing to control her men. No, that was bullshit, too. She had never done that except to get rid of her mother. I threw back my head and laughed at what Ruthie had done to her mother. It was all so ridiculous that I could no longer think. The last thing I remember before passing out was wanting some food in my stomach. It was past lunch time and I was hungry. I think that I was laughing hysterically as I passed out in my chair. My head was knocking, pounding. Somebody was beating on it with a baseball bat. It was starting to bleed, I was being beaten to death. I almost jumped from the chair and I looked around, completely dazed. Someone was assaulting the knocker on the front door. I looked at my watch. It was seven thirty. I almost didn't go, I really didn't. I felt like my head was being tossed around inside a cement mixer. Mechanically, I made my way the few steps to the door and opened it, prepared to yell an obscenity at the salesman who had disturbed my drunken sleep. I peered out through the screen and saw a light blue dress, strands of blonde hair, a face I had trouble focusing on. "Jack, honey," I heard pounding into my brain like jolts of lightening. "Wow, Jack, what's the matter with you?" "Oh," I muttered as I let her in the door. "I just had a few drinks after work." She looked around and saw the bottle. I looked, too, and saw it was well over half gone. "All right, Jack," she said. "You go get a in a hot tub and I'll fix you something to eat." The thought of food was beyond me just then. She looked at my face and must have read my thoughts. "Well," she continued, "maybe the food can wait. C'mon Jack, let's go get a shower." I felt so bad that at first I didn't realize she was coming into the shower with me. She started the water as I stood there. As she was adjusting the flow she said quietly, "A good old toothbrushing might not hurt either, you know." The toothpaste tasted bitter but made me feel better. Then Ruthie started taking off my clothes. When she had finished with me, she quickly slipped off hers, too. "Well?" she teased. The water cleansed me in more ways than one. I get drunk about once a year, and never as I had that afternoon. I felt trashy dirty and the water helped. Ruthie and her bathcloth and her tongue helped, too. She worked on my back for long minutes, pulling the tension from my body and even a little of the pain from my head. Then she pulled my back against her front so I could feel her body against me. She began to soap my chest while she licked at my back. I couldn't even get hard because while it was certainly erotic, it was more relaxing than exciting and it was what I needed. I was a sick man and Ruthie was my nurse, helping me back to life. It was a slow and painful return but after all, I had brought it on myself. Finally her hands dropped and she started to feel my dick. She put the soapy cloth around it and gently played until I got hard. Now at least half-alive again I turned to her. Water glistened her breasts. Her hair was plastered to her head but she was as beautiful as ever. I gently pulled her mouth to mine. We must have kissed for five minutes or more with our arms around each other. Then slowly we began to explore each other's bodies. It was good. I might not have been able to think straight but I could feel. After a long time, Ruthie knelt down and took me in her mouth. I closed my eyes and felt the love she was giving me. I wanted to freeze time, to stop our lives forever at that moment. I wouldn't have to think anymore and I could just feel. It was unlike any oral sex I'd ever had. I didn't want to come, I just wanted it to continue. Ruthie didn't seem to be trying to make me come. It was an almost nonsexual act, just a love act. I lost track of time and floated, enjoying the love emanating from her. It was at the same time the best sex I ever had and also not sexual at all. There was no pressure, no attempt to make it better, no drive to climax. It was just what it was, Ruthie's expression of love for me -- and one of the most satisfying times of my whole life. I don't know how long it might have continued, but I have an old water heater and little by little the water grew colder. Temperature finally broke the mood and the feeling faded. What a loss. She started laughing with my dick still in her mouth and finally stood up. "I think," she said slowly, "that we better get out." I was starting to shiver and I closed the faucets. We dried ourselves, each with our own towel. Then I took her hand and wordlessly led her into the bedroom. We lay side by side for a while, not touching, just looking at each other. When the kissing and the touching began it was definitely sexual. Desire overshadowed my headache and soon we were thrashing around the bed like a couple of kids. When I finally entered her it was like coming home after a long trip to somewhere I hadn't wanted to go. It was our best sex ever, our own private trip into love and when it was over I felt empty and sad. Empty because I had given more to Ruthie that night than I ever had to anyone in my life. Sad because I finally began to consider the day's events. Ruthie curled up on my arm and nestled against me. I didn't know I was going to say it until I had already said it. It was like it wasn't me talking. I said to Ruthie, "I want to marry you." "I want to marry you, too." The answer was lazy and seemed to come from a long way off. It took me a minute to recognize that I had asked her and she had answered me. Then I was awake, alert, and my body tensed. She felt it. She started rubbing mt chest trying to relax me I think. I was silent but she spoke again. "Yes, Jack, I want to marry you." I abruptly sat up, breaking the spell. "Ruthie, what are you talking about?" She stretched like a cat and smiled, her head on the pillow beside me, her face framed by beautiful hair which was in ruins but was still erotic. Then she giggled. "Well, you just screwed up, didn't you, lover? You just proposed to me and I just said yes to you." The adrenalin hit me for the second time that day. "But what about your father?" I was hurt and distrustful, I had heard what they had said that morning. "Jack, he's known about us from the first night. He knows everything about you. Just as you know everything about us. You see, Jack, if it was going to work, both you and he had to know." I was dumbfounded. "But," I stuttered. "Why did you act like we couldn't let him find out about us?" She smiled up at me from the pillow. "Would you have kept seeing me if you'd known I was giving him a play-by-play account about us? I had to tell you about my father, Jack. It was too much a part of my life to hide. I had to know if you could accept it. But I had to share it with my Daddy, too, honey. I knew what you didn't know soon after we met. I knew that someday you might ask me. And I knew that if you ever did, that I'd say `yes.' You're the only honest man I've ever known besides my father. I'll marry you tomorrow if you want." I was silent. I tried a quick review of what I was about to do, but with the angel beside me in my bed, the girl I loved, the girl I wanted to marry, what review was necessary? Finally she broke the silence. Her wonderful eyes bored into mine. "Want to retract the proposal? One chance, Jack. Right now." I didn't hesitate; it wasn't necessary. "We just signed a contract, dear beautiful Ruthie," I whispered. "You can't get out of it." Oh, how good our embrace felt. She was real, a warm living person who would love me and have my children and grow old with me. Two "moments of a lifetime" in one night are too much for one person but I'll never forget our embrace in my bed that night. Finally she giggled. "Want to go meet my Daddy, now, Jack? He's waiting for us." Well folks, that's it. Ruthie and Jack were married four days later. Jack moved into the old mansion. A most improbable marriage began to grow and as of that date it is still growing. I have enjoyed sharing it with you. Let's wrap up with a few facts. I told you up front that this happened to a friend of mine. It did. It happened to my very best friend. It happened to my wife. Ruthie is my wife. You probably guessed that by now. It really was me all the time. I told you it was true. I have spoken as much of the truth as I can remember. I have told you no lies. Ruthie and I are what I have said we are. How can I write pornography about my own wife? I'll just say you would have to know us to understand. Why did I write it? I'm not really sure. I've asked myself the same question. Obviously Ruthie and I are both highly sexual people. She knows I'm writing this but hasn't yet asked to read it. Maybe one day she will. I'm glad to share it because it is a love story. But since I became involved with Ruthie, stories of incest and experiences of young girls turn me on. They really didn't before Ruthie, but they do now. Very often we pretend she is a young virgin. It gets us both off. Just as I love to look through Ruthie's baby book, I think someday soon she will ask to read this. As soon as I send it up to the board I plan to find her and tell her it's finished. She may even ask to read it tonight. She may read it before you do. Even as you read this, we may be making love while she reflects on what I have written about us. Does she still make it with her father? I think she probably does. The opportunity is there. I can't ask you to understand this or accept it, but I don't care. If I had to guess, I would guess they probably do on occasions. It doesn't concern me and I don't ask. Ruthie is -- as I write this final chapter on July 31, 1989 -- three months pregnant. She's 29 now. We have a two-year-old girl and a baby son, eleven months. The boy is dark like like me, but the girl is very fair. I wonder about her origins, but she is my daughter, no matter who the father is and I love her very much. She is a beautiful little girl. Already starting to look a little bit like her mother. What is the relationship between Ruthie's father and me? Strained, I guess I have to say. He is as friendly as anyone could ask, I just don't feel totally comfortable with him. It's getting better. Except for the socially "horrible" things he did with his daughter, he seems a well-adjusted man. That facet of my life will improve and I expect he will continue to live with us for the rest of his life. How goes the marriage? It gets better every day. Ruthie is an incredibly gifted lover; I sense that her enthusiasm is a result of her love for me. That love is returned without reservation. It may be one of the strangest marriages on record, but I bet it's better than most. One last comment before we leave each other. Just the facts, folks, that's all. And am I really telling the truth? Really? Obviously our names aren't Jack and Ruthie Williams. One last time before I go... Everything here is true. All of it. I hope your marriage is half as good as mine. If it is, hold onto it. Love is a precious thing no matter what manner of expression it takes or from what origins it arises. Thanks for listening. 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