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THE DESCENT OF RUTH
by Art West

Chapter 5 of 6
Porn and Strip Star (MF,M+F,inc)


In spite of the orgiastic week at the holiday house, I was once
again becoming horny and frustrated by the end of the summer
vacation.  As I was no longer in my freshman year, I did need to go
into one of the regular dormitories.  Since I knew a lot of the
system by this time, I managed to organize to get into a co-ed
dormitory (although it was some time before my parents discovered
this).  I had a room of my own now, and there were no restrictions
on hours.

As soon as I could, I went to visit Ted at his studio, and had a
satisfying fuck.  I also told him that I was more than ready to act
in porn movies, as he had suggested when we had last met.  He ran
his hand speculatively up my thigh, and stroked my juicy pussy. 
"Are you sure Ruthie?", he asked.  "You can make a lot of money
that way, but it can be quite degrading for the female stars".  I
told him of the gang-bang at the hothouse, of the holiday orgy, and
of my increasingly exhibitionistic desires and need to be fucked
often and in public.  "Well let's try one, and see how you go", he
said.

It turned out that Ted made porn movies to order.  People would
request a movie on a particular theme, and he would do his best to
oblige.  He had just received one such request for a hillbilly
movie, in which a backwoods mama and papa had decided that their 15
year old daughter was now old enough for marriage.  Stella (his
assistant who had helped with my make-up when I was first there)
was going to play the mother.  He thought that with proper
attention to my hair and make-up, I could be made to look 15. 
(Actresses had to be over 18 anyway.)  So, if I wished, I could
have the job which would pay $1000.  The filming was set for the
next weekend.  The scene started with me in a Lil Abner type
costume, bare-footed and mud-smeared.  Stella calls me in from the
fields, and she and papa tell me that they can't afford to keep me
any longer so I will have to be married off.  There have been a few
offers, but they need to make sure that I am ready to fulfil a
wifely role, i.e. to satisfy my husband's needs.  Stella and 'papa'
(a grey-haired man in his fifties who did in fact remind me of my
father) explain basic 'facts of life' to me, which I claim not to
believe, so they proceed to demonstrate to me by stripping and
fucking in front of me as they explain the details.  Papa pulls out
and sprays his cum over me, to explain that this is what makes
babies.  They explain also that I will quickly have to be taught
how to satisfy a man.

'Mama' Stella then strips me and takes me off for a bath.  This
leads naturally to the mandatory lesbian scene of any good porn
movie!  Once cleaned, I'm taken to the bedroom, where mama holds my
legs apart while papa fucks me ... we had to repeat this scene a
few times, to make it look that I was a virgin being penetrated the
for the first time, even to the point of showing some artificial
pinkish blood on his cock and around my pussy.  All of this, of
course, in front of two cameramen, a lighting technician, Ted as
director and some of the other actors.  Thereafter various
'brothers' and 'uncles' are brought in for me to service in all
three holes.  At times, Stella holds me again, allowing some more
lesbian action as we both get fucked.  The climax of the film shows
me in a wedding dress marrying a guy of about 60, and then having
to suck hard to give him enough of an erection to penetrate me.

In spite of the artificial environment, and the rather degrading
positions I had to adopt in front of an audience, I found myself
turned by the whole scene, and did not have to do too much faking
of my orgasmic groans and shrieks ... most of these came naturally. 
The bigger the audience the better!  On the second day of filming,
Stella brought her two teenage nephews (aged 15 and 13) to watch,
and urged me to allow them to fuck me as well at the end of the
filming.

I thus immediately became one of Ted's stars, typically making
about two movies a month under the name Lucy L'Amour.  Quite soon,
his orders included specific requests for my participation, while
other porno directors from other parts of the country approached
Ted to allow me to do movies for them.  My payments per movie thus
quickly increased.  I learned all sorts of kinky ideas as well,
which I tried out with some of my other male friends, for example
those at the 'hothouse' where I was now a regular and very popular
visitor.

I preferred to act in movies in which the male-to-female ratio was
large enough to give me plenty of action.  I hated to stand on the
side watching another woman getting fucked; I wanted to be the
centre of attention!  So the movies I enjoyed most were of the
gang-bang variety.  For example, one of the earlier movies involved
me and one other female star  (both made to look like 16-year-olds)
with about 20 'bikers'.  There were plenty of excuses for vaginal,
oral and anal action.  The climax scene had the two of us bound
together in a 69 position (the mandatory lezzie scene again), lying
across a bed. The men take turns to fuck from either end, cocks up
the available pussy while the nearby mouth licks cock and balls. 
Of course, each one pulls out before climax, so that both ends get
sprayed with multiple loads of cum.  It was all so delightfully
degrading, that I was almost sorry to go the showers afterwards!

The one kink that I thought initially I wouldn't be able to get
into was watersports.  But almost to my surprise I rather took to
it (also delightfully degrading), and in the end made a number of
piss-movies.  The first started as a request, about 3 months into
my porno-career, from one of Ted's clients for piss scenes
involving me specifically.  It took some urging and a special bonus
before I agreed.   We had two girls and 4 guys.  Ted laid on huge
quantities of light beer (as he did not want us to get too
sloshed).  The movie opens with a party scene; empty beer bottles
everywhere; two couples in passionate embraces as the other two
guys watch.  Clothes fly everywhere, and we're soon down to serious
coupling.  As my partner fucks me, I continue swigging a beer. 
When he's come, one of the other guys starts eating me as I sit on
the edge of the seat with legs wide open to accept his
ministrations.  I start by saying that I need the little girl's
room, but am soon writhing around with orgasms, screaming out my
"Aaaaaaaah ...... God yes keep sucking ..... I'm cu-u-u-u-mmmmming
.... aaaaaaah".  This was no play acting!  But as the climax hits
me, I let go with my piss as well .... right in his mouth.  He
pulls back, but still gets showered over face and torso.  "Bugger
you, you bitch" he screams at me as the others laugh, standing
round drinking.  I push him over so that he falls on his back (on
to the plastic sheet laid out on the floor), and squat over him,
spraying his stomach, cock and balls.  As my stream eases off, I
lower myself on to his cock and we start fucking.  At some point he
rolls me over, so that I'm lying in the pool of my own piss, and
continues to fuck me.  When he reaches climax, he pulls out and
shoots his come over my tits and belly.  As I lie there, he stands
up an growls: "Now it's your turn ...", and starts to piss over me. 
Two of the other guys join him, so that I'm being hosed by three
pungent yellow streams.  One of the guys pees in my face, and I
open my mouth to swallow some of the stream.

This is the start of a piss, suck and fuck orgy.  The movie is
about 80 minutes, but we must have been at it for 5 or 6 hours over
two days.  Couples were pissed over while they fucked on the floor;
the two girls pissed with cocks half up their pussies; I was filmed
in a 69 position with one guy, sucking his cock for a full two or
three minutes as he pissed continuously.  Some piss, of course, ran
down my chin, but I swallowed probably 80% of it.  At the same time
he was drinking my piss from the other end.  At one point, I sat in
a bath and had the four guys first masturbate over me to give a
good cum bath.  Then all four of them and the other girl pissed
over me as I lay in the bath with the plug in until I was clearly
lying in a urine bath.  Actually, we all had to piss quite a few
times into the path to give a good level!  Eventually, one of the
guys climbs on me and fucks as I splash the piss all over him.  By
the end of the shoot, I was a total piss freak, and couldn't wait
for the next opportunity. 

At about the same time as the piss-movie, Ted came to me with
another proposal.  How would I feel about live performances?  He
had already had requests from some who had seen my movies, for me
to appear at private parties.  The idea was to do about 20 minutes
slow strip (for which Ted would suggest a choreography), 15 minutes
action with a couple of dildoes in mouth, cunt and ass, and then
about 10 minutes circulating through the audience still using the
dildoes as I sat on laps of a few guests.  I would be accompanied
by a chaperone (Ted or one of his associates).  Typically, someone
by this time would ask the chaperone if I would go further.  It
would be suggested that for a doubling of the fee, I may be
convinced to do live sex acts with members of the audience.  Ted
assured me that this was almost always accepted, and I could expect
to be fucking 6 or 8 of the guests in front of the rest.  I would
keep 75% of the initial fee and 90% of the subsequent fee. How did
I feel?  I was by now so into normally getting my thrills from sex
with an audience, that I had NO hesitation.  We set up a couple of
acts: one starting as a schoolgirl in pigtails, and the other
starting in an army uniform.  Very soon I was doing a performance
around once a week,  usually in other cities.

By this time also, I could afford my own apartment.  My parents
were surprised, but I told them I had a good part-time job as a
photographer's assistant (which was basically true, and Ted had a
legitimate business as well), and could study better on my own. 
Towards the end of the semester, I had a call from my dad.  He had
taken on a part-time position as a sales  representative for an
agricultural equipment manufacturer, and now needed to travel
around a fairly wide region for this job.  He expected to be
passing through our town on the next Friday evening.  Could he
sleep over and spend a little time with me?  As it happened, I had
a show in another city about 100 miles away on the Thursday, but
I'd be back in time, and had a free weekend.  So there was no
problem.  When he arrived he gave me a more affectionate and much
longer hug than usual, pulling my tits hard against his chest.  But
he seemed distracted all evening, as we dined at a restaurant. 
Back at my apartment, I made up a bed in the living room, and as I
moved around I became increasingly convinced that my father was
looking at me in a distinctly non-fatherly lustful manner.  I
thought back to the last weeks of the summer vacation when I had
mildly flashed him, and a devilish sense took hold of me.  I
changed into a very short and sheer nightie before offering to get
him a nightcap.  I then sat on a chair opposite him and chatted
about a lot of non-consequential issues.  My legs were on view
virtually up to my crotch, and there was no doubt that he could see
my nipples through the nightie.  He evidently became increasingly
uncomfortable, and I was sure I could see an erection in his
trousers.  So I shifted in my chair, so that the nightie rode
higher, exposing my naked pussy.  He said nothing but was clearly
suffering.  Eventually, in a hoarse voice, he said he had to go to
bed, so I went to my room.  I heard him in the bathroom for a while
soon after, and wished there was a way in which I could peep to see
if he was jacking off.  I aggravated his discomfort by sitting
round in my nightie over breakfast, and until I needed to go
outside to greet him.  Without question, that was a substantial
hard-on I felt when he kissed me goodbye.  As soon as he was gone,
I phoned David to tell him the story.  He was absolutely delighted,
and told me that he and our father had been having some quite
intimate chats of late, during which he hinted at a quite wild
period in his youth before settling down with mother and in the
family church.  David felt that father regretted not sowing more of
his wild oats at that time.

Towards the end of the next week, David called me in great
excitement.  The previous day he had been home, and he and father
had had another intimate chat.  Father confessed that he had been
at my show the previous Thursday, which had been preceded by one of
my movies!  He confided in David that he knew he had to speak to
me, to rescue me from this disgrace and evil, but that when he saw
me he just couldn't ..  he just wanted to love me!  David admitted
that he was aware of some of my actions, but that he had come to
realize that I was just a very sexual person, and that they needed
to accept me for what I was.  I could look after myself, and would
come through it once I had worked this out of my system.  "I
know!", Father told him in some anguish, "but that's not really the
point.  I am embarrassed and disgusted with myself to confess that
my base nature was aroused to see Ruthie exposing herself and
having sex with all those men.  When I got to her apartment, I
couldn't take my eyes off of her, looking at her as a woman not as
a daughter. And *that's* why I was unable to speak to her."  David
had tried to reassure him that it was natural; that I was a
sensuous woman; and that he had similar feelings (although he did
not admit to sleeping with me).  He recalled for our father that
even in the Bible, the patriarch Lot and his daughters were not
condemned for their incestuous relationship.  "Father is slipping,
Ruthie", said David.  "You'll be fucking before the year is out!". 
The thought had me instantly aroused; it was such a wonderful taboo
to cross.  I only wished it could happen with my mother and
siblings watching me.  I imagined my father forcing himself on me,
telling the younger siblings as he screwed me that this is what
happens when daughters fall away from the strait and narrow.

It was by now getting close to the winter vacation.  I told the
family that I could only return for about a week, as I had work to
do with the photographer.  (This was true actually!)  I shamelessly
flashed my father whenever I had the opportunity.  It was my mother
who suggested that he drive me back to college, as he had business
appointments in the following week in the same area of the state. 
We were delayed by quite a few hours on departure.  As a result, by
the time it got dark we were not much more than halfway there; and
father was looking increasingly tense.  I suggested that we check
into a motel for the night, and travel through the next morning. 
Father agreed with evident nervousness.  As we pulled into the
motel, he asked whether he should get separate rooms.  "Good
heavens, no", I said, "why waste money".

We had a quick and rather silent dinner, and then we were in our
room.   We had turned up the heating before we went to eat, and now
it was perhaps too warm.  My father kicked of his shoes and socks,
and also stripped off the sweater he had been wearing, leaving him
in a fairly thin t-shirt.  I marvelled at how trim and muscular he
still looked at 48 years old.  I followed suit, except that I
stripped down to the thin camisole that I wore with no bra.  I
hopped up on to the bed, and sat cross-legged, perfectly aware that
my sheer g-string panties were now in full view.  I smiled as I saw
my father trying not to stare, although the beginnings of an
erection were becoming evident by the bulging of his trousers.  I
leaned forward, so that he could see a substantial amount of tit
down my front.  He groaned: "Ruthie .... oh don't torment me
so...".  "What do you mean?", I asked innocently.

"You know very well what I mean.  Your wanton displays of your legs
and breasts are not accidental ... you know perfectly well what
you're doing, and what it can do to men, your own poor weak father
included.  You're driving me insane".

"Why, don't tell me you're having lustful thoughts about your
little girl!", I teased, but continued: "I believe that you have
even enjoyed one of my shows."  He went absolutely red and
speechless with embarrassment, and then gasped out: "Oh, hell,
David shouldn't have told you".

"Would you like me to do a private show for you here?", I smiled.  

"...no ... no ...", he whispered unconvincingly, and said nothing
more as I found some dance music on the radio, hopped off the bed,
and started swaying in time to the music, running my hands up and
down my body.  I slowly unfastened my skirt, and tantalizingly held
it together for a while, as my legs moved in and out of sight. 
After a minute or two of this, I flipped it off and threw it over a
chair, to leave me in the camisole and g-string panties only. 
Slowly, I lifted the bottom of the camisole, to reveal the
undersides of my breasts.  Once again, I raised and lowered the
garment a few times before pulling it over my head and dropping it
on the chair.  By now my father was breathing hard and groaning
softly.  He tried reaching out for me, and each time I danced out
of reach as I swayed in time to the music.  I turned my back to
him, as I eventually slipped the panties down my legs to leave me
completely naked.  I then spun around and threw myself into his
waiting arms, and we started to kiss ... not like father and
daughter but as lovers, our tongues frantically probing each
other's mouths.  As we kissed, his hands fondled my tits and his
fingers tweaked my nipples.  I slipped by hands under his shirt,
rubbing his hairy chest and also playing with his nipples.  As our
kissing broke for a moment I pulled the shirt over his head.

Dad resumed the kissing, but started running his lips down my chin,
over my neck and down towards my breasts.  I lay back, to let him
take complete charge.  He worked his way across both breasts,
pausing to suck for a while on each nipple as I held his head tight
to my breasts.  After a short while, he started moving further
south, licking my belly button on the way down towards my crotch. 
His kisses continued down the inside of my left leg to my feet; he
then crossed to the  right and worked up the inside of that leg. 
By the time he got back up to my crotch, I was so aroused that I
wanted to scream "fuck me now ... now ... now".  Dad gave one lick
up my slit to my clit, and then lifted his head to say: "Oh,
Ruthie, you have no idea how long I have desired to do this ... to
kiss and caress you all over ... ever since you were a little
girl".  This intrigued me!  "And what about Miriam?", I teased. 
"Oh God forgive me", he confessed, "yes Miriam too."

"Well, perhaps you'll have your chance with her one day, but for
now it's me", and with that I pushed his head back into my crotch. 
He proceeded to eat me as I had never been eaten before, and before
long I was orgasming, as I writhed around on the bed and screamed
out my pleasure.  And then the moment game.  As I lay there looking
at him, my father stood up and started unbuckling his trousers.  I
watched in fascination as he dropped his trousers and pushed down
his undershorts, and for the first time I saw the prick that had
planted the seed that became me in my mother's womb.  I gasped as
it came into view.  By this time I had seen many cocks, but Dad's
was one of the biggest I had seen.  I moved across the bed and took
that marvellous organ in my hands.  I could place one hand above
the other as they both circled his prick, and there was still
plenty of the head left for me to suck, which I eagerly did.  My
father threw his head back in ecstasy, moaning out my name, as I
brought him to the brink of climax.  At that point, he pushed be on
to my back across the bed, and crawled up between my legs.  I felt
the hardness of his manhood pressing against my slit.  "Oh daddy,
yes, please, push it into me .... fuck me hard .... put your seed
deep into your slut daughter's incestuous womb".  He pushed gently,
and his cock slid easily into my well-lubricated cunt, right to its
full length.  Kissing me gently, alternating between my lips and
nipples, he set up a rhythm of thrusting which gradually built up
in speed and force.  Before long, we were both crying out our
intense passions.  I know that I was screaming out: "Oh yes ....
daddeeeeee ...... fuck me ... fuck me hard ..... come in me
......", while he gasped out "Ruthie .... Ruthie ..... you are so
beautiful ... your cunt is so tight and warm .... I've never felt
like this before ... I want it to last forever .....".  He managed
to hold back surprisingly long, so that I could climax a couple of
times before his seed starting pumping into me.  As the passion
subsided, he dropped to one side and pulled me round to lie on top
of him without breaking our coupling.  I lay on his chest as he
stroked my hair, as his cock slowly deflated within my pussy.  I
squeezed tight on it to try to keep it in, but eventually it
slipped out with a slight pop.  We must have both dozed off for a
while.  When I woke up feeling very relaxed, he was gently snoring. 
I rolled off of him and reached for his limp cock and started
stroking it, which woke him up.  He kissed me on the forehead, and
said "I'm sorry my dear, but I'm not a 20 year-old anymore; you
won't get much life out of that for a few hours".  We then crawled
into the same bed as we were, and turned out the lights, quickly
drifting off to sleep, naked in each other's arms.  I hadn't felt
so happy and secure for years!

When I woke again, there was already some light showing through the
windows.  My father was cuddled up behind me with his hand on my
breast, although he was still fast asleep.  I turned round to face
him and gently kissed him awake.  He looked a little anxiously at
me ... "How are you feeling, Ruthie-love".  I guessed he was
worried that I would not respect him in the morning, as they say! 
I smiled, and said: "I feel wonderful ... and you .... no guilt
feelings about incestuous love?"  "No-o-o", he replied
contemplatively, "I think now that our love has been consummated in
this way, I feel freer than when I was lusting after you".  I
leaned over and kissed him, and then as he had done for me the
evening before, I kissed my way down his chest, teasing his nipples
on the way, and reached his now rapidly stiffening cock, which I
took into my mouth and sucked as I gently jacked him off with my
hands.  When he seemed at full hardness, I swung round, and sat
myself down on his cock, feeling it penetrate right up to my womb. 
I began riding him at increasing tempo, as he reached up and
started playing with my breasts and nipples.  Once again, our moans
built up to screams in unison as we both climaxed.  

We showered together, grabbed some breakfast, and were soon back on
the road.  When we reached my apartment, he was not able to stay
for long, but we found time for a quick fuck on my bed before he
left.  There was no longer any doubt that we would now be regular
lovers.  His new job allowed him plenty of excuse to spend nights
with me, although I don't know whether my mother ever realized how
often this happened.  During some of our fuck sessions, I would
tease him about wanting to make love to Miriam (who was now nearly
13, and developing quite nicely).  He still clearly had guilt
feelings about these lusts, but I urged him to teach her young
about sex.

One time, dad called me to arrange another visit, but it turned out
to be the same night that I had been booked for a show at a
bachelor party some 60 miles away in another town, so that I'd be
back late (and perhaps a bit worn out).  There was a pause on the
phone, and then dad asked a little hesitantly: "Would it be
possible for me to act as your escort/chaperone that night?"  As it
happened, Ted was not able to go, so someone else needed to
accompany.  But my own father?  As I thought of it, I got quite wet
... this was really kinky!  So it was arranged.  I simply told Ted 
that I would like to be accompanied by an older friend from my home
town.  Ted wasn't worried at all, as the clients had paid him.  "If
your friend can negotiate the extras, you can share with him in the
usual way".  

When my father arrived to drop his things at my apartment and to
pick me up for the evening, he showed me the camcorder he had
brought along.  "Do you think they'll mind my recording your
show?", he asked.  "Probably not", I replied, "as there is often
someone with a camcorder, which we often agree to as long as the
film is for private purposes only; at worst we'll have to promise
that it will only be used to show prospective clients".

I think I gave one of my hottest performances ever that night. 
Knowing that my father was in the audience, and recording my
performance probably for him to jack off to, drove me really wild,
and I was almost afraid that they would not ask me to provide the
'extras'.  I needn't have worried!  As I was circulating in the
audience, I saw two of the guys earnestly talking to my father. 
Following the usual procedure, I went to the front of the room 'to
take my bow' at the end of the 45 minutes, at which point my father
came up and whispered in my ear that he had been paid the extra,
and that the request was for me to start with the bridegroom.  I
smiled and nodded my head, at which point the bestman organizing
the evening called for quiet: "I'm pleased to say that through her
chaperone, Lucy L'Amour has agreed to stay to entertain us a little
longer".  Plenty of cheers, to which I bowed.  I picked up a little
purse that I had brought, slipped it round my neck, and  then moved
to the bridegroom who had been tied to a chair during my
performance.  I sat astride him, put my arms round his neck and
kissed him as I rubbed my pussy against his obvious hard-on.  After
a few minutes of this, I stood up and started to unbuckle his belt. 
The groom struggled to prevent this (but his hands were still tied
behind him) as his mates cheered.  I quickly pulled trousers and
shorts down to his ankles, freeing an impressive hard-on.  From the
purse round my neck, I extracted a rubber, rolled this on to his
cock, and, making sure that my father had a good view for his
camcorder shots, settled back astride the groom.  His cock slipped
easily deep into my cunt.  I bounced on him as I continued to kiss
him, and it did not take long before he was shooting his semen. 

Once the bridegroom was through, I stood up and resumed a dance
routine, continually running my hands through my slit, and from
time to time opening my pussy lips wide so that all could see how
open it had become.  Four guys had pulled their cocks out by this
time, so I lined them up in front and started sucking them in
sequence, about 10 seconds on each before moving to the next,
inviting the audience to take bets on who would last the longest. 
Once three of the four had come, I announced "The winner!  Come
collect your prize".  I drew him towards the couple of mattresses
that had been piled in front for part of my show, dropped down on
my back with my legs wide open, extracted another rubber for him,
and pulled him down on to me.  It didn't take him much longer to
come!  For me, the best part of the evening was now starting, as
this was the beginning of my 'pulling the train' (as my father
continued to film the entire performance).  As usual, a lot of the
men there did not participate (too shy, too scared ...????), but
over the next hour I must have been fucked by about 15 guys.

We left around midnight.  A block down the road, dad pulled into a
fairly seedy-looking motel with a vacancy sign, saying: "I can't
possibly drive any further, I must have you now."   Once we were in
the room, asked: "Well daddy, how did you like pimping for your
daughter?".  "I nearly came in my pants a few times", he answered,
"but now that you mention it, here's your additional fee", as he
passed over a roll of banknotes.  I grinned, and counted out his
commission which I handed back to him.  He laughed, and said:
"Absolutely; if I sell me daughter I deserve to get the price!". 
But we didn't delay much longer.  We tore at each other's clothes,
and were soon fucking like rabbits on the bed, making so much noise
that the neighbours hammered on the wall.  We fucked again the next
morning before heading out.  As we left, the neighbours, a middle-
aged couple probably not much older than my father, emerged from
the next room, and stared disapprovingly at us.  I winked at the
man, who was then dragged away by his wife who muttered "whore" at
me as the passed.  I deliberately took my father's arm and
obviously rubbed my tit against him, leading to another glare from
the woman but a lustful look from her husband.


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