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This is the second part of the story of Ruthie.  If you have not read the first
part, then you should download RUTHIE1.ZIP.  RUTHIE1 and RUTHIE2 are for adults
only and you may find them offensive.  This is a true story of incest presented
in a manner meant to entertain ADULTS who enjoy explicit stories about sex.  If
you feel you may be offended, please break out now by pressing your CONTROL and
BREAK keys.  I do not wish to offend anyone, but only to entertain mature
adults who enjoy this type of story.  If you are not over 21 years of age,
please abort this program now, as you are not authorized to read it, and
honestly, it is not meant for you.















    After my incredible first experience with Ruthie, I was so horny that I
went home and must have jacked off a half a dozen times while imagining what
Ruthie and her father might be doing at that moment. Still unable to sleep, I
got in my car and drove over to her house, but all the lights were off. Still,
I jacked off again in the car, then, finally exhausted, went home and fell
asleep. I was so anxious to see Ruthie that I got to the store extra early the
next night. I was anticipating being with her so much that it never even
crossed my mind that she might not come.
    She didn't. I waited almost 2 hours in the parking lot and she never
showed. I was sure that each car would be her, but she never came at all.
Finally about ten o'clock, I drove over to her house and parked across the
street. Lights were on upstairs, and I just stared, waiting for something to
happen and wondering what to do. About eleven, the lights went out and that's
when I began to get mad. It was beginning to seem like Ruthie had used me to
spill her guilt trip, willing to trade one sweet blow job in return, while she
had fascinated me to the point where I was almost obsessed with her. I finally
drove home, got drunk and went to bed.
    The next morning about ten, I was drinking coffee and nursing a hangover
when she knocked at the door. I didn't know how she had found my house, but I
knew she had, and that it was her at the door. It was.
    She looked like a virgin dressed for church. She had on a pale blue dress
and white heels. Her blonde hair hung down below her shoulders and I would have
attacked her on the spot if I had followed my first impulse. Instead, in answer
to her beautiful smile and silence, I simply said "Come in".
    "I'm really sorry about last night," she started out. "I couldn't help it.
He took me out to dinner, and we spent the evening together. But I thought
about you some." One thing was for sure-any guilt Ruthie had ever had about
sleeping with her father was gone now. She talked about it as if it was an
every day thing (which, of course, it was).
    "I hope you had a good time," I played for time, being carefully neutral.
    "Jack, I've told you, it's not going to change. I'm going to be there for
him when he wants me. If you want me too, then I'll be there for you when I
can. Then she smiled sweetly. "He's working today until five so I have to be
home by four-thirty." Then she was molding her body against me, and kissing me
like a child sucks the juice from a ripe orange. She started licking my ear,
then she whispered, "I'd like to get in bed with you now." I needed no
convincing. I took her hand and led her up the steps to be bedroom. Not
speaking, we lay down beside each other, me in my tacky blue bathrobe and
Ruthie in her pale blue dress. The shoes had disappeared.
    For awhile we just touched and kissed and learned about each other, then
finally Ruthie stood up and pulled her dress up over her head and tossed it
aside. There was nothing else left, just Ruthie, and my dick jerked as I first
gazed at her naked body. There was not an ounce of fat, but she didn't look
skinny either, just a mature young woman with absolutely perfect proportions. I
am turned on by nipples, and seeing Ruthie's were like looking at one of my own
fantasies. Her nipples were a pale but true pink, not much larger than a pencil
eraser but with definite form. Her aureoles were about the size of a quarter,
small but in perfect proportion to the nipples. They looked a little like a
young girl's nipples, but the full breasts said that this was a woman. Her
stomach was flat and her shining light pubic bush was also small. It didn't
look like she cut it, it just looked natural. Her hips were thin, and what I
could see of her legs made me assume they were the same perfect proportion. As
she climbed back on the bed, she pulled open my bathrobe, and placed herself
astride me. I guess Ruthie was used to sex without any hangups, because she
took my dick in her hand and, without a word, slipped it inside her.
    And there, with the incredible feeling of Ruthie holding my cock inside her
velvet pussy, she began to talk again.
    "After what I told you that night, I was really confused and scared. The
next night, I put off going to bed, staying up and studying, but I finally got
tired. I got undressed and got into bed and waited for daddy, not sure how or
if I could handle him. It wasn't a problem because he did not come. I waited
and waited and he did not come. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore so I got up
and tiptoed to his bedroom.
    He was lying on his bed, his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling.
    "Daddy," I whispered. "Are you all right?"
    He turned and smiled at me. "Hi, honey, come on in."
    I was scared but I approached the bed and knelt by it. He looked at me
searchingly. "Ruthie," he began. "I want to know, and I want you to be honest.
We have been doing some new things. If you feel uncomfortable about them, then
tell me. Do you want to keep on or do you want things to change between us?"
    I had no idea how to handle that question. I was so mixed up. But the end
of his sentence, "do you want things to change between us" really scared me. My
daddy had always been my best friend. I was confused about what he was doing to
me, but I thought that anything would be better than losing my best friend. For
lack of a better response, I simply said "I don't want things to change between
us."
    He nodded and smiled. "Okay, honey, I understand. Why don't you take off
your nightgown and we'll just snuggle awhile together." After all the things we
had done, simply being naked with him did not seem too bad, so I slipped the
gown over my head and crawled in. The first thing I realized was that daddy was
naked. I could feel all of his hot body against mine. I hate to say it, Jack,
but I liked the feeling. I liked it alot.
    Daddy began to kiss my neck, then he pulled the covers back and began to
play with my breasts. My feelings of want overcame my fear, and I just lay
there and enjoyed it while his tongue tickled my nipples. His hand went down my
stomach and stopped between my legs but he just teased me this time, no serious
playing. There was a question I had to ask, and so I did.
    "Daddy, how come you don't want me to touch you, too?"
    He stopped playing with me, raised up, and looked into my eyes. "Is that
what you want?" he asked.
    "I dunno," I replied. "I guess I just wondered."
    "If you're sure, then just put your hand down there and you'll find me. But
if you start to touch me, then I will want you to do the same thing to me that
I do to you with my mouth. You can make me feel good with your mouth just like
I make you feel good, if you're ready. So don't start until you're ready." I
vaguely knew what he wanted me to do. I had heard about girls sucking on boy's
dicks. I even had a girl friend who claimed that she sucked her brother's dick
every night, although I didn't believe it. But I had seen daddy's dick before
when I peeked in the bathroom while he was taking a bath, and it didn't scare
me all that much, so I reached down and found him.
    Daddy jumped when my hand found his dick, and I didn't find what I thought
I was going to find at all. Instead of a floppy little thing like a sausage,
what I had my hand on was a thick stiff curved rod that jerked when I touched
it. My question came out unbidden.
    "What's the matter with it? Why is it so big?"
    He cuddled me against him, but I kept my hand around it. "Ruthie, honey,
when a man gets in a sexy mood, it grows big like that. Do you know about
making love?" I really didn't, so I shook my head.
    "Sugar," he started, "when a man and a woman have sex, the man puts his
dick into the woman's hole...down here." With that, he touched my hole. I
shuddered. I couldn't imagine anything that huge going up inside me. "He puts
it up inside her, and he shoots out some juice inside her that makes her have a
baby. But that's not the only reason they do it. They also do it because it
feels good. It feels better that when I kiss you down there. But you are not
old enough for that yet."
    I could not imagine anything feeling better than daddy kissing me down
there, but I was glad he thought I wasn't old enough, because I was terrified
of him trying to put that thing up in my hole.
    He went on. "Maybe some day we'll do that when you're older and if you want
to, but for now, I only want you to kiss me the way I kiss you. It feels good
to a man if a girl puts his dick in her mouth and sucks it like a popsicle. Do
you think you could do that?"

    I had to stop her.  For some time, Ruthie had been controlling me like a
puppet.  I said she had a velvet pussy, but she could contract her muscles
around me with a strong grip. She would ride me like a pony for awhile, then
when she thought I was getting close, she would back off, which was frustrating
me and teasing me but turning me on so much I couldn't stop her. But now, I
knew I couldn't hold it any longer.
    "Wait a minute, Ruthie," I panted.  "I need to know if you're on the pill
because I'm going off now."
    She just smiled, stopped talking for a minute, and increased her pressure
and movement to a higher level.  She was milking me like a cow and the pressure
built until I finally exploded, sending wave after wave of my juice into her
incredible body.  As I emptied my balls into Ruthie, she leaned forward, her
blonde hair cascading down on my chest, her breasts hanging forward, and she
pulled my head up to her nipples.  Wishing I could suck both, I closed my mouth
around her right breast and sucked like a baby.  I had never had such a strong
need to cum inside a girl, the pleasure was intense and the need to let it out
was so strong that there was actually pain along with the pleasure. To be
honest, I was almost glad when it was over because the pain and intensity of it
had scared me just a little.
    When she sensed that I was finished, she raised up, slipping me out of her,
and lay down beside me.  She offered her mouth to me and gave me a few soft
kisses, then raised up to look me in the eye.
    "Thank you," she whispered.  "I wanted you to enjoy it."
    "I did," I responded.  "It was the best one I ever had."
    "Why don't you turn over and I'll rub your back," she smiled.
    Ruthie was as talented at back massage as she was sex.  As much as she had
turned me on earlier, now she relaxed me with her talented hands.  And as she
massaged, she began to talk again about her daddy.

    "It was so weird, Jack.  There we were in bed, and I was still thinking
that this shouldn't be happening, but daddy was doing things to my breasts that
felt so good that I could not bring myself to make him stop.  And I was lying
there with his dick in my hand, and remember, I still hadn't seen it, just
touched it.  I didn't know if I wanted to try to suck it or not, but he had
told me that he wanted me to if I touched it, and I didn't want to stop
touching it. Every once in a while, it would jerk and seem to get a little
bigger.  I thought about what it might feel like to have him put it inside me
and I knew that I was terrified about that, but in that time when we were lying
there together, I also realized that it was going to happen.  Sooner or later,
daddy would put his dick inside me, and I knew something else.  Even though I
didn't want him to do it then, that when the time came, I would want him to do
it.  I thought that maybe, someday, I might even ask him to do it.
    Finally he spoke to me.  "Ruthie, do you think you can make me feel good
with your mouth like I did to you? Do you think you can suck it?"
    I couldn't tell him how scared I was, so I just said "Daddy, if you want me
to, I'll try."
    He looked at me and I felt love and understanding.  "Take it slow, honey,
because I want you to enjoy it, too.  Don't rush it.  When you're ready, just
slip it in your mouth and pretend it's a popsicle."
    He waited while I pulled the covers down to reveal his dick for the first
time.  Jack, I don't know how to describe what I felt when I first saw it other
than to say I was fascinated.  It really didn't look like something I would
want to put in my mouth, but the thought didn't gross me out, either.  I was
just fascinated.  I slipped down in the bed until my face was even with his
dick.  It smelled fresh and clean.  One thing about my father, I have never
gone to bed with him when he wasn't clean.
    I decided that I might start by licking it with my tongue, and if I did not
like that, then I would tell him.  So, I started licking around my daddy's
dick.  When it jerked, it reminded me of my jerks when he was kissing me.  It
seemed to jerk most when I licked underneath.  To tell the truth, licking it
didn't particularly excite me, but it wasn't so bad.  But I knew that he really
wanted me to put it in my mouth.  I knew I couldn't get it in very far, but I
could suck the tip.  So I scrunched up my courage and said to myself, "Do it,
Ruthie, it's what he wants and he loves you."  I slipped the tip of my daddy's
dick into my mouth.
     I LIKED it.  I really did.  The feeling of having my daddy's dick inside
me was pleasant.  It was more than pleasant, it made me feel funny like when he
kissed my button.  I sucked and licked it with my tongue.  And I tried to get
more of it in my mouth.  It was jerking and I liked that, too.  I decided I
would do what he had said: suck it like a popsicle. The feeling was very nice
to me and I sucked on him, knowing it was wrong and not caring.
    Then, suddenly he interrupted me.  He had begun to push off the bed, but
now he said, "Ruthie, stop now.  I'm going to cum."  I remembered what he said
about shooting his juices, and I did not want to get pregnant.  I was enjoying
it, but I stopped when he told me to.
    "Rub it with your hand, up and down," he whispered.  I took it in my hand
and rubbed up and down like he said.  "Faster," he moaned, and I did it as hard
as I could.  I had never seen cum before, but suddenly, a white cream shot out
of his dick, all over his stomach, and some of it got in my hair.
    "Oh Ruthie, honey, that was so good, you are so beautiful," he gasped as he
lay back.  I could see that he was really tired which was curious. I knew that
he had cum, and I knew that after he made me cum, I was really turned on, but
he seemed like he was tired.  I hate to say it, but I was a little
disappointed, because I was hoping that he would lick me down there, too.
    Instead, we just cuddled against each other and I could tell that he was
really relaxed and happy, so I was, too.  Then, after a while, he turned on his
side, and pulled me closer to him.  I jumped when his dick first touched my
pussy, but he put his hand down on it, and rubbed it back and forth against me.
God, Jack, the feelings I was having then were so incredibly strong.  I was
scared to death that he was going to try to put it inside me, but I also was so
turned on by my daddy's dick rubbing across my hole that I knew that if he
wanted to, I couldn't stop him.  He didn't put it in me for six more months,
but if he had wanted to that night, I would have let him.  Right then, I did
not care if he made a baby in me or not, I would have let him.
    Instead, he just kept rubbing me with his dick and his fingers, and I knew
I was going to cum soon, and I did.  It wasn't a super cum, but I guess I would
describe it as a good, warm, loving cum.  I felt good, and I loved my daddy,
and that night, I fell asleep in his arms.  I felt no guilt that night.

     I was so relaxed by what this young girl was doing to my back that I might
have fallen asleep if her story had not turned me on so much.  The truth was, I
was hard again, and it was a hard that was so strong that it hurt.
     "Ruthie," I said, turning over.  "I don't want to force you, but I need
you.  Do you think you could suck me a little bit?"
    She smiled, flipped her head back so her hair was out of her eyes and
replied, "Jack, you tell me what you want, and I will do it."
    I was not used to submissive girls who only wanted to please, but I like
the feeling, so I said "I'd like it if you would suck me a little."
    When Ruthie told me the other night that she could do better when she had
time, she wasn't kidding.  She might have had trouble getting her father's dick
in her mouth that first night, but she had no trouble with mine.  I had heard
of girls who could relax their throats to the place that they could let a dick
slip completely into their mouth, but I had never met one until Ruthie.  I'm
not real small, but when she bent her head over my dick and took it into her
mouth, it disappeared to the base.  I could feel that I must be half way down
her throat, but it didn't bother her at all.  I could tell she was trying hard
to make me feel good and, boy, did she ever do it.
    She kept a steady sucking pressure but at the same time, her tongue was all
over my dick, first the head, then all around the sides.  Meanwhile, she
tickled my balls with one hand, and with the other hand, she put one finger up
my ass, and moved it in and out.  She even added sound effects with the rest.
She moaned and sighed, and made me feel like she was enjoying me like no girl I
had ever met.  I couldn't help it, I took her head in my hands and begin to
fuck her mouth.  She allowed me to do what I wanted and I plunged deep into her
throat, time after time, with her tongue still going, until at last, I shot my
cum deep into her mouth.  Wave after wave poured down Ruthie's throat, and she
drank it like water and sucked like she wanted more.  Looking down at this
young blond girl begging for my dick and sucking like she wanted to swallow it
just about drove me insane.  When my dick finally stopped shooting, I felt as
empty as I ever had felt in my life.  I also felt like I could not do without
Ruthie, I needed her, and if the price was hearing her guilt trip, then I would
listen all day.
    We snuggled up together, her head on my shoulder.  I played with her
breasts for awhile and for once, she did not talk.  Somewhere along the line, I
must have fallen asleep, because when I awoke several hours later, there was
the sweet smell of Ruthie in my bed, but she was gone.