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        Ruthie's story of how she lost her virginity to her father on her
thirteenth birthday had my emotions churning.  I had never thought too much
about child abuse except when I read about it in the paper.  Almost every day
there are stories of grown men raping girls Ruthie's age, and even much
younger.  I had always read them with a certain amount of emotional detachment
because, although I felt sorry for these children who were being abused, I
really could not relate to it on a personal level.  Now, a whole new world had
been opened to me.  Here was an adult woman, willingly telling me that the same
thing had happened to her and that she had actively participated in it and she
had liked it.  It made me wonder about Ruthie's psychological makeup, but more
than that, it made me wonder about how much more child abuse goes on unreported
because the child does not consider it to be child abuse.  Obviously, Ruthie
didn't.  I cannot pretend to be able to project my mind into the thoughts of a
young girl involved in a sexual relationship.  I only can tell you that when
Ruthie talked about her father, it was with no resentment and no regrets.  It
was only with love. I can also tell you that I was now fairly sure that I was
in love with a very mixed up young girl.

        Given Ruthie's pattern, I did not expect to hear from her again for a
few days at least, and looked forward dejectedly to trying to gain satisfaction
from one of the other girls I was dating.  For once, I was wrong.  About ten
minutes after I got home from work the next day, the phone rang.  When I picked
it up, Ruthie was on the other end.
        "Jack, hi.  I'm at County Hospital.  Please come down here-I need you.
Please, Jack,".  She was crying and running her words together. I waited until
she finished and said "Ruthie, what happened?"
        "My daddy, Jack.  He was in a wreck.  Some drunk kid hit his car, and
he was in a wreck.  Oh God, Jack, please come down here.  I need you. Please
come right now."
        She was obviously hysterical,  A small detached part of me felt like I
was making a guest appearance in one of the afternoon soap operas but I was far
too emotionally attached to Ruthie by now to do anything but go to her.  She
really sounded like she needed my help.
        "Ruthie, I can be there in ten minutes.  Is he hurt bad?"
        "I don't know.  Nobody will tell me anything. Please, Jack, if you care
anything about me, come to me now."
        I did, and I did.  I found her sitting in the lobby of the second
floor. When she saw me, she ran to me and molded herself to me.  It was a great
kiss, worth the trip.
        "Oh, Jack," she finally said.  "I'm so glad you came."
        "How's he doing?" I asked, still trying to regain my composure from the
intensity of her kiss.
        "They finally came out and told me.  It's not as bad as they thought.
His neck is sprained, and his head was cut really bad, but that's the worst.
The bad thing was he lost a lot of blood because the damned ambulance took so
long getting to him.  Would you believe there was another wreck and they
couldn't get through?  Isn't that just ridiculous, he could have bled to death.
Anyway, they say he'll be here about four or five days, then he can go home."
        I hate to sound selfish, but five days of Ruthie without her father's
presence sounded mighty good to me.  I didn't hate the old man, but I surely
had not formed any attachment to him. He was my competitor for Ruthie.
        "I feel a whole lot better now," she confided.  "I thought he was going
to die, Jack, I really kept thinking he was going to leave me and die. If he
had died, I would have died, too."
        That one scared me, but I made no comment, and let her go on.
        "He's asleep now, Jack.  I want to tell him goodnight, then I guess we
can go."  So we went down the hall and walked into the room. The man who lay in
the bed made an immediate impression upon me.  He was large, and looked to be
very virile, despite the tubes in his arms.  Somehow, he reminded me of a
sleeping lion.  I thought I would feel revulsion, but what I really felt was a
combination of envy and fear.  Even in a hospital bed, this was a man to be
reckoned with, I could tell.  I wanted Ruthie for my own, but how could I
compete with this man and the bond that had been forged between him and his
daughter in all the years of their lives together?
        Her goodbye was emotional, a combination of "I love you daddy", kisses,
and touching his body.  He did not stir. Whatever they had him on, he was
really under because any normal man would have had to be almost dead to not
respond to the way she was touching and kissing him. Finally she let go of his
hand and turned to me.  "Let's go to my place," she said, and I nodded.
        Ruthie's mother had left home after she found out about her husband's
relationship with her daughter (but that's later in the story), and no one knew
where she was, so we had the house to ourselves.  It was a huge 2 story frame
house with porches all around.  The front porch on the second story was
sagging.  I had followed Ruthie in my car, and as we entered the house, I felt
her father's presence like a spirit, hovering above us.
        Amazingly, Ruthie was fairly upbeat when we got home.  I think she had
been reassured by the doctors, and was satisfied that her father would be back
soon.  She gave me a tour of the place, which almost qualified as a mansion,
though a shabby one, and we finally ended up in a bedroom on the second floor.
Then, suddenly, she became very somber.
        "This is our bed, Jack.  This is the bed where we make love.  It was
where he slept with my mother but it is where he makes love to me."  Then she
said "Wherever I make love to you, Jack, it cannot be here.  This bed is for
daddy and me."  The unspoken resentment of her mother was coming out again, but
I also took as a challenge.  I resolved that night that one day, Ruthie would
come to me when I was in that bed.
        Still, she sounded so serious, so fanatical that I decided that there
was no point in discussing anything about that right now.  Even though I
accepted it and it sometimes even turned me on, Ruthie's behavior with her
father was still an unnatural obsession.  My problem, as I said before was that
I also had an obsession for Ruthie that increased every time I was with her. I
knew that soon I would be unable to keep from bringing it to Ruthie's attention
that I wanted her for myself.  But this wasn't the time, and we both stood in
that room where so much had happened, thinking our own thoughts. Finally after
several moments, she took my hand and said sweetly, "Let's go downstairs and
have a drink."
     Ruthie always can tell what a man wants, I have never figured out how. She
didn't bring a drink, she brought a bottle, an ice bucket, and two glasses. She
also brought a pitcher of water, but I chose to drink my bourbon straight that
night.
     I already knew there would be no sex that night for me, but I sat on the
couch, and Ruthie sat on the floor at my feet.  As I played with her hair, she
began again to tell me about her relationship with her father.

        "After we did it that first night, I woke up about five in the morning.
Jack, I was sore, but I was so horny I couldn't stand it.  I wanted to do it
again.  I got up, and tiptoed to my parents room. My mom was home and they were
both asleep.  I looked at them in bed, and I think that that night was the
first time I felt jealous and envious of my mother.  She was in bed with my
daddy, and I wanted to be there instead.  I won't say that I hated her, but I
felt that she was in the way, I guess. I saw that I couldn't get to him without
waking her up, so I went back to bed."
        The next morning, we were supposed to leave on our vacation. School was
finally out and we were going to the beach.  I had looked forward to it for
weeks, but now the thought crossed my mind that I wished my mother wouldn't go.
Of course, she did, and we got a room in a real neat motel right by the water.
My pussy was still sore, but I was trying to figure out how I could get my
daddy to make love to me again. It was all I could think about.
        After dinner, I took a walk on the beach in my bathing suit.  It was a
two piece, and I thought it showed me off pretty well. I probably walked for an
hour and when I got back to the beach in front of the motel, daddy was sitting
on the sand waiting for me.  It was almost dark.
        "Hello, princess," he said.  "Want to go for a swim?"
        I had never been in after dark, but it was hot and besides, I would be
with my daddy.  "Okay," I said.  He took my hand and led me down the beach.
The water felt good and we went out beyond the breakers.  For awhile we just
played innocently, splashing and trying to dunk each other under the water.  It
grew dark and the moonlight on the waves was like a million little lights all
around us.  We floated and bobbed up and down with the motion of the water.  I
couldn't help but think of all the times my daddy had played with me in the
water like this when I was a little girl.  He had always made our beach trips
fun because he had always taken me way out in the water like this, even when I
was really young.  Only now we were out there alone after dark, and I was
thinking about all the things that we had done together since the last time we
had been in the water like this.  Jack, I felt such love for my daddy right
then, because when I had been a little girl, he had made me so happy. And now
that I was grown up, he was making me happy in a whole new way. Finally, I
started to get impatient with him and wanted him to play with me like a woman,
but he anticipated me.  He stopped kidding, and put his hands on my shoulders
and I could feel him more than see him looking at me intently in the darkness.
        "Ruthie," he said, very seriously.  "I need to know what you feel about
what happened last night."  I didn't want to get into a long talk, or analyze
what had happened.  I wanted my daddy to put his dick inside me again.  I
decided I wouldn't answer him, but I reached up and took off the top of my
bathing suit.  The light from the moon allowed him to see my breasts as the
shimmering water washed against them.  It made me feel sexy just the way the
water seemed to be playing with my breasts.  It made me feel even sexier when I
saw that daddy was looking at them and I knew that he wanted to touch them.
        He tried to speak again.  "If you don't want to..." I knew where he was
going and I didn't want to have him talk about it so I jumped up on him and
clung to him and and stuck my tongue in his mouth as far as it would go.
        Making love in the water was a whole new experience for me. Since then,
I always love to do it in the water.  I pulled daddy's suit down, and he kicked
it off.  Then he pulled my pants down and they floated away. I reached for his
dick.  It was hard as a rock, and I felt him react as I touched it. He started
running his hands all over my breasts. I was thrilled at his touch, Jack,
because he was gentle but he was also insistent.  He lifted me up so that my
breasts were even with his mouth.  He had his hands around my hips, and pulled
my pussy against his stomach, and he began to make love to my breasts with his
mouth. He sucked my nipples, one at a time, then he licked up and down between
them.  Then, he ran his tongue around each nipple, teasing me and making me
push my pussy up against him.  I wanted him to touch my pussy and I knew that I
wanted him to put his dick back inside me.  I was out of my mind with the need
to feel my daddy inside me.
        Then, he pushed me away and turned me around so that my back was to
him.   He pulled me back up against him, and one hand went up to my breasts
while the other went down to my pussy.  I could feel his dick trying to find my
back hole, and finally, it did.  He pushed just enough to make it feel good,
not enough to hurt.  But he played with my nipples with his fingers, squeezing
one then the other, cupping them in his hand, and just running his hands all
over them as we bobbed up and down to the movement of the waves.
        His other hand was playing with my button, and that was making me about
to go crazy.  He rubbed it fast for awhile, then backed off.  If he had kept it
up, I would have cum right there in his arms, but every time I got close, he
quit.  It was frustrating, but it made me want him to do it to me even more.
        Then daddy did a new thing.  He lowered his hand from my button to my
hole.  It was amazing, Jack, I could feel his fingers pulling my pussy open,
then he surprised me by putting one finger inside of me. He started rotating
his finger around inside my pussy and pushing it in and out, and another finger
snuck up and started teasing my button again. His dick was still playing with
my back hole, and his left hand was teasing my breasts until they felt swollen.
     It was so romantic, Jack.  The moon was out and it reflected on the waves
while daddy and I floated in the warm water.  I felt that no girl in the world
could possibly be as happy as I was at that moment.  But, my cum was beginning
to build inside me, too, and it got stronger and stronger, and soon, I could no
longer think about where we were because I only thought about what my daddy was
doing to me. It felt like daddy and I were the only people in the world, that
we were all alone, and we could just do whatever we wanted to forever.
        It didn't take long, Jack.  I began to feel my cum start, and my hips
started to move, and it built and it built and I finally went off.  My body
went rigid, then started to spasm and I shook and jerked and it felt so good
that I wanted it to keep going forever.  I just let go and gave myself to the
feelings that daddy made me feel, and let the natural needs of my body have
their way.  I can't really express to you what I felt, but I knew then that I
was hooked on what my daddy was doing to me, and I would never do anything to
stop him from continuing to do it to me. I loved him at that moment more than I
ever had, and I wished that we could stay like this, just the only two people
in the world, making love all night in the water.
        Finally, my spasms stopped, and I began to relax.  But there was a need
in me that had not been satisfied, despite the terrific cum I had just had. I
wanted his dick in me. I knew he had turned me on so that he could put his dick
in me.  He could have put it in anyway, but after what he had just done to me,
I knew I had to have it in me again.  It might hurt, but I didn't care at all.
When he let me go, I swam away a few feet, then turned and came back to him.
        I guess I knew that he wanted to put it in me and I was in a silly
mood, so I pressed myself against him, and I took his dick in my hand.
        "Daddy, your dick is really hard," I teased.  He didn't respond, so I
stuck my tongue in his mouth and let him suck it for a little while.  Then I
backed away.  "Daddy, do you want to fuck me?  Do you want to stick your dick
way up inside me and shoot your cum up my hole?"  I was teasing him and I was
enjoying it.  "I'll tell you what, daddy.  If you can fuck me good enough to
make me cum again, then I won't tell mom about what we're doing."
        He laughed a big, friendly laugh at that.  He knew I was bluffing, and
he thought it was great.
        "All right, young lady," he teased back.  "Let's see if I really made a
woman out of you last night."
        He began to kiss my face, then our mouths met and joined and we sucked
at each other.  He took his dick in his hand, and began to rub it up and down
my hole.  I wanted it inside, but he was teasing me.  He wouldn't put it in. He
rubbed it against my button until I was afraid I would cum before he put it in,
but then he backed off.
        "Are you ready, princess?" he whispered, out of breath now.
        "God, daddy, I've been ready for an hour," I responded.  "Your little
princess wants her daddy up inside her. Please, daddy, do it to me. Do me hard,
daddy, do it to me as hard as you want to."
         As we moved together to begin to make love, the warm soft waves lifted
us up and down, and when daddy entered me this second time, there was almost no
pain at all. This time there was only pleasure, a wonderful pleasure as my
daddy pushed his cock up inside me. This time though, he wasn't as gentle as he
had been last night.
        He put his hands on my ass and he thrust in and out of me really deep.
I was still sore from the night before but I was so turned on that I didn't
care.  I felt only my need, my need to have my daddy's dick inside me, all the
way, and he felt the same need.  In and out he went, and I was pushing against
him, trying to get more of it in.  I was so hot, Jack, and it just felt so
good. I had not heard the expression about fucking a girl's brains out yet, and
that's what I wanted him to do to me that night.
        I came first.  When I felt it coming, I almost tried to block it out
because it was so strong that I was scared of it.  But I couldn't stop it.  I
built up to a point where I was just crazy for his dick and I pushed myself
against him.  I grabbed his ass and pulled him to me and every time he thrust,
I whispered "Fuck...Fuck...Fuck...Fuck your Princess good, daddy."  When I
started to cum, it was like I wanted his whole body inside me, not just his
dick.  I couldn't get it in far enough.  And as I was cumming, he came, too.
Cumming together is the greatest thing on earth, Jack, but it was my first time
and it was even better.  I knew he was shooting in me, and I felt my pussy
sucking hard on his dick.  I'll never forget that night, Jack.  It was the
first time I came while he was inside me and it was complete fulfillment for
me.  Now you understand why I like making love in the water."
        Daddy was lucky, he found his bathing suit.  We looked for mine for a
long time, but it was gone.  We sneaked into the room, and thank goodness, my
mom didn't wake up.  The next morning I told her I had put it out on the rail
to dry and somebody had stolen it.  She was really mad, and told me I'd just
have to go in without a suit on.  Daddy just kept quiet, but he had a hard time
trying to keep from laughing.  Later, daddy and I went out and he picked out a
new one for me.  Believe it or not, I still have it, but it doesn't fit, of
course."

        I was starting to feel the bourbon, but my dick was pushing hard
against my pants.  I wanted her to take it out, but I was sure that Ruthie
would not want sex on a night when her father was seriously injured in the
hospital so I made no move.  Instead, she made the move for me.
        "Would you like for me to dance for you, Jack?" she asked suddenly. "My
daddy loves for me to dance for him.  I'll dance for you if you want."
        I wasn't sure what I was getting into here, in fact I was never sure
about anything with Ruthie but I went along.
        "Honey, I'd love it if you would dance for me."
        I sat down in a soft blue chair.  Ruthie went over to the stereo. She
found a station that played soft rock and turned it way down low.  Then she
went around the room and turned off all the lights except the two electric
candles over the stone fireplace.  Those were on a dimmer switch and she turned
them down so that the room was bathed in shadows.  Then, she began to dance.
        Ruthie had on a white blouse that buttoned up the front, a pale blue
skirt, and low heel white shoes.  She kicked off the shoes, closed her eyes,
and began to move with the music.  I made myself a new drink and watched her
move, thinking how lovely she looked in the shadows.  Sometimes she wore her
blond hair up, but tonight, she had let it fall over her slim shoulders.  She
began to sway with the music, moving her hips, running her arms over and around
herself, throwing her hair back, then flipping it forward so that her hair came
cascading over her shoulders.
        I sat in the chair transfixed.  It was absolutely the most sensuous
thing I had ever seen.  There was nothing obscene about Ruthie's dancing, and
yet it was suggestive and provocative to the point that I could not take my
eyes off her.  She spun, she pranced, then she turned around and wriggled her
sweet ass at me for a moment.  When she turned to face me again, the white
blouse was unbuttoned to her waist.  She continued to sway to the music, but
began to move forward and backward with her hips. Now I could feel that she was
mimicking sex, because her hands went up to her breasts.  She began to feel
herself, running her hands over her breasts and pausing to play with her hard
nipples.  Her eyes were still closed and she appeared to be completely lost
within herself.  Then a faster song came on and her hips responded to the beat.
Now she was no longer moving fluidly, now she was jerking forward as if some
invisible force was having sex with her.  She began to moan and her hands
started running over the front of her skirt.  Quickly, she turned around again,
and when she turned to face me once more, the blue skirt was dropping to the
floor and her bare feet stepped out of it.
        I don't know if Ruthie ever wears underwear but she had on no panties
that night.  Her soft blond bush looked shiny and soft in the dim light from
the electric candles.  Her hand crept down her flat stomach until it finally
reached her hair.  She stretched out one long slim finger and as I watched in
fascination, she began to play with herself. As the music droned on, my Ruthie
gently caressed her breasts with her left hand while her right hand teased her
pussy, and she ran her fingers up and down it.  I drained my glass and glued my
eyes on this crazy young girl that I was in love with.
        The music changed again, and so did she.  Now the beat was slow, and
her body movements matched it.  She took each breast in one hand and played
with them while she rotated and moved to the slow beat of the song.  I was so
far gone that I stood up, unbuckled my pants, and let them drop to the floor.
If Ruthie was going to do this to me, then I was going to enjoy it. I sat back
down and took my dick in my right hand.  I started rubbing up and down,
masterbating to the movements of Ruthie' erotic dance.
        As we played with ourselves while she danced, she suddenly began to
move faster, and her right hand dropped down to her pussy again.  The beat was
still slow, but Ruthie's movements were out of time with the beat. She was now
totally engrossed in herself and her sexual feelings, and she had no idea that
she was driving me out of my mind.  Suddenly she stopped dancing, stood still
on the floor, but her left hand was all over her breasts while her right hand
was moving in a frenzy on her pussy.  Her hips were jutting forward and back,
and I knew Ruthie was close to making herself cum. Then she started to moan.
        "C'mon, daddy," she moaned.  "Fuck me harder.  Harder.  HARDER," she
screamed.  Now she was moving even faster, and her hands were going crazy all
over her body.  She started chanting in a low voice "Make me cum, daddy, make
me cum, daddy, make me cum, daddy."  Then she screamed loud enough that I was
afraid the neighbors might hear, "Make me a baby, daddy.  Make a baby in your
little princess."  With that, I jerked my head up, suddenly very alert but at
the same time, my dick out of control, shooting my hot cum all over my shirt.
Ruthie went off, too, and I could see that she had her fingers deep inside her.
Her hair was over the front of her face now, and her mouth was open...she was
gasping for air but her climax continued. "Make me another baby.  Mama won't
know this time,", she moaned again as she moved, out of control.  I had
finished my cum and was drained but I couldn't stop looking at Ruthie.  Her
head was bobbing back and forth, her hair was flying, and she was still
cumming.  Finally, she seemed to slow down, but her eyes were still closed, and
I heard her mutter under her breath as she ran her hand over her swollen
nipples.  "Make me another baby, daddy.  Mama can't stop us now."  Suddenly,
her eyes opened and she looked around like she didn't even know where she was
for a second.  Then she saw me in the chair with my dick in my hand, and she
came to me and knelt in front of the chair again.
        "Oh, my lover, I'm so glad you're here." she whispered.  "I love you,
my beautiful lover."  And suddenly, she leaned forward and my dick was in her
mouth.  Her long blond hair was falling over over my lap and her soft velvet
mouth was pulling at me as if she wanted to suck my whole body into hers. But
as turned on as I was, my head was swimming.  I felt like I was out of control
with Ruthie.  She pulled at my dick with long strokes that I usually would have
surrendered to and become lost in, but right at that moment, there was only one
thing that kept repeating itself again and again in my mind.  I kept hearing
Ruthie say  "Make me another baby, daddy. Mamma can't stop us this time."