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The next screen begins a story of incest between a father and his daughter.
While the exact words are fiction, the story is not.  I wrote this because it
actually happened to a friend of mine.

WARNING: This text is very sexually explicit.  If you feel you might be
offended by it, please abort the program now.  It is definitely pornography,
even though most of it is true.  I was turned on by the story enough to share
it with people who enjoy these types of stories.  If you do not, I beg of you
to abort the program now.  I do not wish to offend anyone who feels that this
type of story is offensive.















      Ruthie Barker was the girl who made me forget all of 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 2 story
white 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 her white ankles that made you want to take off
her shoes. This was no teen-ager and I did not get it.
      "Ruthie, how old are you?"
      "Twenty three," she responded.
      "And you 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 if 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. I'll never forget the night he started
things going further. I had on a pink nighty, kind of thin and short because it
was hot. I didn't have any cover on either. When he came in, he just looked at
me for awhile 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 go 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. "My God, 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 just about 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 nighty, 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 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 would 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
cum 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 tommorow" and he got up and left. I was so drained that I was probably
asleep by the time he got to the door."

     I did not 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
bad 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.

      "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 was not sure that she was even touching it, and other times she pulled
in 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 I felt like my touchings were amateur blunderings compared to
her skilled hands. A dozen times I thought I would cum, 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 cum, 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.
      "I had decided at school that I had to talk to daddy when he came to my
room that night. I had decided that I was going to put on something really
unsexy because the more I thought about it, 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.
    " After that first time, 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 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 that he was naked too. I had
seen pictures of guy's dicks and 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 awhile, 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 awhile, 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 last night and I heard
myself repeating over and over, not even conscious that I was saying it "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 must have stood there for five minutes or so with me like a limp rag
doll and him holding and cuddling. 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 kept holding me real tight almost as if he wasn'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 I almost cried out for him to
stop but then his face was between my legs and his tongue was playing round
like it was trying to get up my front hole and I knew then that I had wanted
him to do more. Even as he sucked at me, I could feel guilt and even shame and
I wanted to tell him that I hadn't wanted him to do this and that he could stop
if he wanted to but I knew that 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 was 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 awhile he would really try to make me cum 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, and 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 need it, yes I needed for 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, pushing on this
sink with my back and pushing out my legs at him. I started jutting my hips out
in sharp pushes 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 cums were good, this one was harder and better because he
had made me want it so bad, 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 cums I ever had, though maybe it was just the first really really
good one. I didn't want it to stop, and then for awhile, I didn't think it was
going to, and that was okay too, to just go on and on cumming 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."

      As she finished, 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 me. 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.
I was not 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 soundlessly and as gently as into water but then I
felt Ruthie begin 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 alittle 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 hair at times but with the pressure and the urgency
of her suck, I could not 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 frenzily with her tongue until
I finally was empty. I felt as empty as I had ever felt but Ruthie popped back
up, kissed me 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 had him in her mouth now?" But I also made
plans to be sure that I could be at the store the next night.