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        Ruthie and I were lying in bed.  Her bed, of course, since she had made
it plain that the bed in her father's room was not for me to use.  After she
had sucked me in the faded chair, we had come upstairs and taken off each
other's clothes.  I was so engrossed in what she had muttered while she was
dancing ("Make me another baby, daddy.  Mama can't stop us this time") that I
longed for some time and space to be alone to think, but I cared enough for
Ruthie that I just couldn't walk out on her on a night when her father was hurt
and in the hospital.  I wasn't in the mood to make love, but she had made me
cum in her mouth downstairs in the chair, and now she set about almost
systematically to turn me on so that I would make love to her.  I decided to
put my thoughts on hold, and just enjoyed the things Ruthie did to me.  We both
came and she lay back happy, and was soon asleep.  I don't know what it means
but it was the first time in my life that I had ever been able to cum 3 times
in less than 2 hours.
        I was in no mood for sleep at all.  I was fairly convinced about one
thing.  I thought that Ruthie had been so far gone when she was dancing that
she was not aware that she had said anything about having a baby with her
father.  She hadn't mentioned it again the rest of the evening, and she hadn't
acted like she had said anything wrong.  I thought that tonight I might be at a
crossroads with Ruthie.  If the part about the baby was real, and if I accepted
it and continued my relationship with her, then I knew that I might get so
involved that I would lose all objectivity about her.  After all, if you can
accept that you love a girl who wants to have her father's baby, then you can
accept anything that happens, and I wasn't sure that I could accept that. I
kept saying to myself "Jack, get out now, go home. This is too crazy, this is
the time to get out."  I guess I had already accepted the incest for a fact but
wanting to have her father's baby was so unnatural that I could not handle it
on a conscious level.  But there was a problem. The light in the bathroom
illuminated the bed and I turned and looked at the sleeping girl's  face.  She
was so incredibly soft, so sweet, so young looking that I knew that I could not
leave her. Deep down inside me, I knew I could not leave her, even if she
wanted to have her father's baby.  I would never accept that but I knew that I
would just put it aside and go on with Ruthie, because the truth was that I
could not go on without her. In the moment that I gazed upon her sleeping face,
I saw her as her daddy must have seen her when she was thirteen years old.  I
felt a certain kinship with him in that moment.  I knew that I was like him. I
would do anything necessary to have Ruthie, and I knew that she was worth it.
In that moment, I accepted everything that she had told me, and might tell me
in the future, because she was worth it.  In that moment, I knew that I really
did love Ruthie. I also knew that some time in the future, I would have to
fight her father for her.  Looking back now, I can almost laugh at how naive I
was.

        The next day, I went to work and Ruthie went to the hospital.  I did
not get much work done.  My mind was in a turmoil.  Watching Ruthie sleep in
the soft light of her bedroom, I could almost accept anything as long as I
could be with her, but sitting at work and thinking about a daughter wanting to
have her father's baby was a different matter.  I thought about all the clues
that Ruthie had unconsciously given me about herself, that if her father died,
she would die, how she resented her mother, and how she treated their bed as a
sacred object not to be touched.  I told myself over and over that Ruthie was
an emotionally disturbed woman who needed professional help.  But another part
of me argued that I was judging her with my own morality, and that hers was
just different.  I had truly never in my life met a more basically happy person
than Ruthie was.  She just seemed not immoral but amoral, as if none of the
rules applied to her.  She had accepted herself for what she was.  I was
judging her by my rules and her rules were not the same.
        Still, I couldn't get past the baby.  I just couldn't handle it.  I
finally decided that I would go home that night and try to straighten things
out in my mind. And I was going to do that, too, but as I headed home, the
image of her sleeping form appeared before me again.  If Ruthie were a witch,
she could have had no more control over me than she already had.  I turned up
her street, parked the car, and went up and sat on the porch to wait for her.

        She had told me she would be home to fix my dinner and sure enough, in
a minute, she drove up behind my car.   I could see from the way that she
jumped out of the car that she was in a good mood.  She bounced up the walkway
and plopped down in a white wicker chair beside me.
        "Well," she smiled, putting her hand on my knee and rubbing me softly.
        "Well what?" I responded, waiting for her cue.
        "He's lots better, Jack.  He talked to me today, and I think he'll be
out of that place sooner than they think."  I couldn't exactly jump for joy so
I said nothing.  Ruthie had on a black dress, and low heel white shoes. She had
a silver pendant shaped like a heart around her neck and it hung down into the
valley between her breasts.  Her blond hair and white skin against the black
dress made her look like a pale goddess and I was immediately lost in the
sensuousness of her incredible body.  Her breasts filled out the dress like
they wanted to pop out and gain their freedom.  I couldn't help it, I was
getting turned on just looking at her in that dress.  She smiled at me and said
in a demure voice "What would my lover like to eat?"
        She knew only too well what I wanted to eat. I wanted to taste her
wetness on my tongue, to slide my tongue inside her wet hole, and then to
tongue her to ecstasy as she had done to me so often in the last few days with
her mouth. I had decided not to mention the part about the baby yet. After all,
Ruthie was telling her own story in her own time, and I guessed that she would
get to even that part of the story when she was ready.  She stood up and took
my hand.  She didn't speak but she led me through the front door and up the
stairs.  My morality could not fight the sight of Ruthie in that dress, so I
followed like a young boy hoping for a reward.  As usual, I got it.
        Inside her bedroom, Ruthie turned to me and her mouth found mine.  Her
lips crushed mine, her tongue slipped into my mouth, and she took her long
blonde hair in her hands and began to wrap it around my head.  My hands were
running up and down the sides of her body, such a tiny thin body, but firm and
strong.  Then I just wrapped my arms around her as she played with her hair,
and my kiss was full of love and want and sex and desire.  I opened up and gave
myself to her, no longer caring about anything but the beautiful young girl in
my arms.  All objectivity was gone.
        Finally, we broke the kiss, each out of breath from the strength of its
passion.  Then Ruthie smiled her wisp of a smile that made me know that
something new was probably coming.
        "Would you like to see my baby book, Jack?" she said, her eyes full of
laughter.  She had caught me off guard again.  It wasn't what I wanted to do
right then at all but I had learned that with Ruthie, if you just went along,
then you might get surprised.
        "Sure, Ruthie," I answered.  "I'd like that very much."  But instead of
getting it, she began to take my clothes off.  She removed my tie and my shirt.
Then for awhile, she played with my own nipples with her tongue.  Finally her
hands found my belt buckle, and she opened it, smoothly dropping my pants to
the floor.  I wanted her to take my dick in her hand but she suddenly skipped
away.
        "Why don't you pull down the covers and get comfortable, and I'll go
get my book."  I followed her instructions while she went to her closet.  She
had kicked off her shoes and she stood on her toes to pull down a gray volume
almost an inch thick.  She returned to the bed, got in, and snuggled up beside
me.  She was still fully dressed.
        "Do you really want to see my baby book, Jack?"  I felt like I was
being teased, and I was, but I went along.
        "Okay, Ruthie, let's have a look."
        She opened the book to the first page and I drew in my breath.  The
caption in black letters said "Ruthie 12 Years Old" and there she was.  A
miniature Ruthie stared at me from the page, a promise of what she would
become.  I could see the likeness but the innocence of that younger Ruthie
turned me on even though it had reawakened my sense of morality.  Twelve year
old Ruthie was a tiny little princess, a fairy-like creature, beautiful beyond
belief.  The young child that stared into the camera like a tiny angel.  She
was also totally naked.
        My emotions were mesmorized but at the same time, part of my mind was
whispering to me "Jack, he took pictures of her."  Thoughts of child abuse
returned but were overwhelmed by the picture before me.  Her breasts were so
incredibly tiny, but her nipples were already formed. Her waist looked like I
could have put my hands around it, but her pussy was what captured my
attention.  There was a blonde fuzz around it but it was almost bare.  This was
the pussy that she had told me her father had licked.  Looking at that picture,
I could relive all the things her father had done to her when she was twelve.
She was a miniature goddess, I thought.  No wonder he hadn't been able to keep
his hands off her.  But another part of me kept thinking how he had taken
advantage of her.  Here was proof for all to see.
        Ruthie ran her hand across my chest.  "What do you think of me, Jack?"
she asked.
        I had lost my composure and I sputtered out "He took pictures of you?"
        She giggled.  "Oh, Jack.  It was my idea.  I asked him to do it.  I
wanted him to remember me the way I was.  I got so turned on posing for those
pictures, Jack.  It still turns me on to look at them."
        Once again, I was left with nothing to say.  It had been Ruthie's idea!
When I thought about it, I really wasn't so surprised after all.
        "We had an old Polaroid camera, and I wanted him to take my picture. I
wish they had had VCRs back then.  We got one later, and sometime, I'll give
you a real show.  I have one of me dancing for daddy when I was sixteen." She
paused for a moment.  "I took some of him, too, but they're in another book.
Want to see them?" she teased, kissing my stomach.  Then she got serious again.
"Sometimes I pull out this book and daddy looks at the pictures while I play
with him.  Why don't we do that?"  And then, she slipped down in the bed and
began to play with my dick.  It was such a turn on that I couldn't resist,
because I wanted to see the rest of the pictures. I couldn't help myself, I
wanted to see them all.
        I turned the page.  There were more "Ruthie 12 Years Old" pictures and
I stared at the pages, devouring the intense sexiness of the young girl that
Ruthie had been.  She certainly was not shy in those pictures.  Even at her
age, she had known just exactly how to strike a pose that was provocative but
also kept her sweet innocence.  Twelve or not, everything about it was Ruthie,
from her miniature breasts to her tiny feet.  I began to turn more pages.
Ruthie had softly slipped my dick into her mouth but she wasn't sucking as much
as she was just letting it rest there, feeling good, while I turned myself on
with her pictures.  I turned more pages.  Here was Ruthie at 13, in what looked
to be one of her father's shirts, and nothing else.  Barefooted with those long
legs, skinny like a young colt but graceful even so. Her breasts looked more
developed now, pushing against the shirt.  There were many more shots of her
thirteen year old body, and most of them were naked.  Her breasts were getting
bigger and I was transfixed by the evolution from the first picture to the
later ones, watching her body grow into womanhood. There was one where she was
lying on a rug in front of the fireplace.  She was on her stomach with her legs
bent at the knees so that her feet stuck up into the air.  In front, she was up
on her elbows, and her little breasts were hanging down, making them look
bigger than they were.  The smile on her face just seemed to jump right out of
the picture and say "Come and get me."  There was nothing in these pictures
that suggested child abuse at all.  I still could not find it in my heart to
approve of what Ruthie's father had done to her when she was young and
vulnerable but I will say this.  I am not really sure that I ever met a woman
who was happier about herself and about her life than grown up Ruthie.  These
pictures seemed to suggest that the child that Ruthie had been was just as
comfortable with herself, even at 13. There she was, and by then she was no
longer a virgin.  The girl in that picture was having sex with her father, and
posing so he could photograph her. I stared at the picture of that child by the
fireplace for a very long time while the woman that she had grown into held my
dick in her mouth.  I had to admit to myself that if I been presented with the
real Ruthie at age 13 in a pose like that, I don't think I could have kept my
hands off of her, either.
        I turned the page.  Ruthie was beginning to apply more pressure to my
swollen dick now as I looked into the book.  This picture was a graduation day
from Junior High School, and Ruthie had on a pale pink dress.  It was the first
picture in the book where she was fully clothed, but in its own way, it was as
sexy as all the rest.  Her eyes were sparkling, the light was dancing on her
hair.  This was not a black and white Polaroid, but if I could show off one
picture that epitomized Ruthie, this would be the one.  There was the innocence
of a 14 year old child but there was also an underlying feeling of the maturity
of a young woman who had been through all the experiences that she and her
father had been through together.  I have never seen a picture of any girl or
woman that was so innocent yet so sensuous as this one.  I understood why he
had put it in the book.
        More pictures of Ruthie at fourteen followed, most of them naked.  It
seemed like she was trying to strike poses to intentionally turn her father on
now. She was being more overtly sexual here.  I wondered if it was her idea or
his. Knowing Ruthie, I decided that it was probably hers.  Here was one of her
lying naked on the bed in their room.  Her legs were spread and she had her
hand between her legs.  Her finger was playing with what she still called her
button.  She wasn't faking it, either.  The look on her face said that Ruthie
was turning herself on.  I guessed that not long after that picture was taken,
daddy had dropped the camera and joined his daughter in bed. Ruthie at 14 was a
sexually mature woman inside the body of a child.  She knew all the tricks that
women know, she was an experienced lover, and her body was just beginning to
ripen into a young woman.  I wanted to make love to the fourteen year old girl
in the picture.
        Other pictures of Ruthie at 14 showed her body continuing to round out
and develop.  If she had ever had any baby fat, it was gone long before these
pictures started. Each one was a study in perfection.  Some were overtly
pornographic, others would have qualified as art if they had been taken with a
better camera.  I couldn't believe how many of them there were, I couldn't see
how they had the time to have so much sex, and take all these pictures, too.
Obviously, they spent most of their time together in their sex games. Ruthie's
mouth began to pull at me more insistently now.  I had been trying to hold back
my cum to look at the pictures, but as page after page of naked little Ruthie
turned on my eyes and the real Ruthie turned on the rest of me, I could finally
hold back no longer.  I stared at a picture of her on the bed.  The covers were
in disarray, and Ruthie's hair was all over her face. She had a satisfied look
that told me what her father had just finished doing to her.  That one sent me
off, and I exploded into her mouth while fantisizing about the fourteen year
old in the picture. In a few minutes, we were both satisfied, she in her
picture and I with my mouth in the woman she had become.
        Ruthie finally took her mouth off me, and gently took the book from my
hands.  I didn't want to see it go, but she was in control, as usual.  I lay
exhausted as she returned it to its place in the closet.  Then she turned back
and approached the bed.
        "Was I pretty when I was a little girl?" she teased.
        "Honey, you were beautiful."  That was a totally inadequate answer but
I couldn't find words to tell her how much I had been turned on by that book.
        "That's what daddy likes to do sometimes.  Just look at the pictures
while I suck him."  She began to take off her clothes as she spoke, unaware
that even the simple act of undressing was an art with her that made a man want
to attack her.  It came naturally to her, but everything she did was sexy.  If
she had been like that at twelve, it was no wonder that her father had been
unable to try out his young daughter.
        She was naked and beautiful now.  I wanted to make love to her but I
was too tired.  Of course, she already knew that. She always knew everything.
        "Why don't you turn over and I'll give you a special back massage," she
suggested.  Nothing in the world could have sounded better at that moment. I
flipped over and Ruthie straddled me.  I could feel her pussy against my ass
and it was a warm comfortable feeling.  As you might expect, Ruthie's massages
were as good as everything else she did for her men.  I felt my whole body
relaxing as she moved her expert fingers.  I would have probably gone to sleep,
except that as she rubbed my back, she began to talk about her father again.

        "After that trip to the beach, Jack, daddy started giving me birth
control pills.  I have no idea where he got them and at that time, I didn't
know enough about them to ask.  He just told me to take one every day like it
said, and not to forget, and most of all, to put them somewhere where my mother
wouldn't find them.  I kept them in an old shoe in the back of my closet and
she never did find them.  Daddy had explained about my period, and I waited for
it.  When it seemed to be a little late, I didn't say anything, but I was kind
of scared.  It didn't seem possible that we had made a baby in the few times we
had done it.  I thought some about what having a baby would be like.  It would
sure change our lives.  I started getting really scared. Then, finally my
period started, and I felt okay again.  It was only the sixth one I had ever
had, but it was the first one that I had looked forward to.
        We made love every chance we got, Jack.  He wanted to and you know I
wanted to.  As long as mother worked the late shift, it was easy.  When she
worked the day shift, it was harder.  Daddy had a shop behind the garage where
he fixed things up.  Sometimes when my mother was home at night, he would go
out there.  I used to sneak out there with him.  He had a bench that was just
the right height for me to sit on and I spread my legs apart and he could just
walk right up and slip his dick into me.  I would wrap my legs around his hips
while he pushed it in and out of me, and he would unbutton my shirt and play
with my titties.  Jack, I spent a lot of time on that bench.  The place where I
sat is still stained.  He had a lock on the door in case my mom ever came out,
but she never did.
        My dady is such an incredible lover, Jack.  He taught me all the things
that a man wants from a girl and I was happy to please him because I knew that
he loved me and appreciated everything I did.  I was careful to learn
everything he taught me because I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel.
        There's not too much to tell about the next couple of years.  As I said
before, we tried to do it every night, whether mother was home or not. Some
nights when she was, he would even sneak out of their bedroom after she was
asleep and come into my bedroom.  Even if I was asleep, I always woke up when
daddy came in.  Whatever he wanted me to do, I loved doing it.
        Mom never suspected anything.  To her, I was the ideal daughter.  I
never stayed out late, never went around with boys, just usually stayed home
and did my homework.  She didn't know that I lay awake late at night waiting
for daddy to come to me and do the things he did to me until I choked to keep
from screaming and waking her up.
        She paused for a little while, continuing to massage my back with her
talented hands.  I was relaxed to the point that I was dozing off but she
suddenly started talking again about he experiences and the subject woke me up.
        "The only time I did go out was when I went to some pajama parties. At
first I enjoyed them but after awhile I didn't because the girls were silly.
They teased each other about sex.  I acted like I didn't know what they were
talking about.  Then they started teasing me because I was so naive, so I quit
going. They really didn't know anything about it at all.  I think that they
were all virgins but you should have heard them go on and on about it.
        Still, there was this one girl in my class named Jennifer who I really
got to like.  One day we had planned for her to sleep over.  My mom was working
the late shift but daddy was home.  About ten o'clock we put on our pajamas.
Jennifer was a lot more developed than I was, and she looked older than I did.
She was prettier, too.  She heard the TV going in daddy's room and she wanted
to go in there.  I didn't want her to go in but she just went so I had to
follow her.  When we got there, Jennifer sat on the bed beside daddy.  She had
unbuttoned the top button on her PJs and was trying to show off to him. I
didn't like it but I didn't what to do about it.  I knew that Jennifer was
really sexy and I couldn't believe that she was sitting there trying to turn my
daddy on while I was there too.  She said things to tease him and she laughed
at everything he said. But he was really just laughing at her.
        Jack, he didn't respond to her at all.  She kept teasing him and she
touched him and I could see that she was trying to get him going but he just
kept laughing at her and talking to me. It really made me love my daddy that he
wouldn't play with Jennifer, but I wished that she would go home.  Finally, she
seemed to give up and said she was getting tired and wanted to go to bed.  I
was so proud of him, Jack.  I don't know what she would have done if he had
rsponded to her, but he just laughed at her as if she was a child.
        When we went back to my room and got in bed, she said she wasn't sleepy
at all.  Would you believe that she pulled down her pajama pants and started
playing with herself?  I didn't know what to do so I just lay there.  Then she
asked me if I had ever touched myself down there.  I said that I didn't know
what she was talking about. She started begging me to take off my clothes,
Jack, she really did. She started talking real sexy and she asked me if I would
let her play with my titties and she wanted to play with mine.  She actually
started feeling me up but I told her I was too scared.  She really pleaded with
me, she said she wanted to lick me all over.  But I wouldn't let her do it and
finally she got real mad and turned her back to me.  Still, I could feel the
bed moving and I knew she was rubbing herself.  I thought that maybe she was
thinking about my daddy and I just really wished that she would get up and go
home.  After that night, I don't have to tell you that I didn't like Jennifer
anymore, and she never came over again. I never got to be real friends with
another girl at my school."

        I was starting to get turned on again thinking about Ruthie and
Jennifer in bed together.  It was a sign that Ruthie was either corrupting me
or was expanding my sexual awareness.  I had actually been hoping that she was
about to describe a wild sex scene between two teenage girls. It crossed my
mind that I was beginning to think like her old man. I was actually
disappointed that Ruthie had not told me that she had responded to Jennifer's
touch and made love with her little friend.  I was obvious even to me that
Ruthie was changing me.  For better or for worse, she was certainly changing
me.  She just kept massaging me and went to.

        "After that night with Jennifer, I thought that I would never make any
real friends at school.  I was almost sixteen years old and really my only
friend was my daddy.  I'm not saying that it wasn't enough, Jack, but I was
starting to wish that I could meet someone my own age who wasn't either too
silly to talk to or too weird for me to handle.
        Right before my sixteenth birthday, I met Robert.  His parents had just
moved into the neighborhood so he didn't know anybody.  He was a year older
than me and he was really good looking.  I didn't come on to him at all, Jack,
but he came on to me.  He started by sitting beside me on the bus and talking
to me.  Then he asked me to eat my lunch with him.  Finally one day, he asked
me out.
        I didn't know what to do, Jack. I hadn't told daddy about Robert yet
and I felt like I would be cheating on him if I went out with another boy.  But
I really wanted to go.  It wasn't sex or anything like that, I just wanted to
talk to somebody my own age and I felt like I could trust Robert.
        That night my mom wasn't home and daddy and I went to bed right after
dinner. I was really turned on by the things daddy did to me, just as I always
was. But once, when he put his tongue up in my hole, I started dreaming for
just a moment about what it would feel like if Robert had his tongue inside me.
I turned off that thought real quick and I sucked daddy extra long that night.
He was really hot when he finally put his dick inside me and it did not take
either of us very long to cum.  I thought only of my daddy while he was inside
me but afterwards while we cuddled, I decided I would mention Robert and see
how he reacted.
        I was lying with my back to daddy.  He had his right arm around me and
he was playing with my breasts but we were just in a relaxed mood after having
such good sex together.  Finally I decided to go for it, so I started off.
        "Daddy", I whispered.  "There's a boy at school who wants to take me
out Friday night."  Daddy's hand froze on my left breast and I knew that I had
done the wrong thing.
        "Turn around, honey," he said.  I was scared now but I turned him and
faced him.  I could feel him looking inside my eyes.  It felt like he was
looking right into the thoughts in my head.  Finally he spoke.
        "Is he a nice boy, Ruthie?"  That was not at all what I had expected
but I just nodded.  Then he pulled me close to him and began to play with my
hair.
        "Sweetheart, if you want to go out with him, then go.  I don't want you
to feel like you can't have friends your own age or boyfriends either." He was
silent for a minute then he said something that really scared me.
        "Ruthie," he said, still looking into my eyes.  "There is a time for
everything to happen.  There was a time for us and it was good.  If this is the
time for you to stop what we have been doing, then this is the time. I never
want to come between you and what your life will be, sweetheart.  I just want
you to know that I will always love you no matter what."
        Then I was crying and hugging my daddy and begging him to understand
that I only wanted him, no one else.  I tried to go down and put him in my
mouth to show him but he wouldn't let me do it.  He didn't say a word but he
just held me in his arms.  I felt so protected and safe that I swore that I
would never mention Robert again.  I just kept crying and whispering "I love
you, daddy" and he just kept holding me.  I must have finally gone to sleep in
his arms because I awoke, he was carrying me to bed.
        He put me down gently and he kissed me.  There was no sex in the kiss,
just a fatherly kiss full of love.  But I grabbed his neck and pulled him to
me. The kiss changed to the kind I wanted, but when we parted, he whispered
"there is a time for everything, Ruthie, and you will know when it comes." I
cried myself to sleep.
        But after school the next day when we got off the bus, Robert asked me
to take a walk with him, and I did. We talked about all kinds of things and I
really began to like Robert a whole lot.  Finally we got back home.  It was
still light but on my front porch he kissed me on the cheek and told me he had
really enjoyed talking to me.  I didn't kiss him back, Jack, but I wanted to.
        Mama was home that night.  For a long time after we went to bed, I lay
awake waiting for daddy.  He did not come.  Of course, he did not come too
often when my mom was home, but I needed him to come tonight.  He had really
scared me when he talked about it being time for me to find someone else.
That's not what I had meant at all.  I think that if he had come to my room
that night, then all the stuff with Robert would not have happened. But he
didn't come.  After awhile I started thinking about Robert.  He was really good
looking and he wasn't silly at all.  He was interesting to talk to.  I felt
guilty about it but that night I played with myself and dreamed about Robert
making love to me instead of daddy.  I didn't get to sleep until very late.
        The next day was Friday, and I was supposed to go out with Robert that
night.  I didn't know what to do.  I felt like I was cheating on daddy but I
really wanted to go out with Robert.  I was so upset that I cut my last class
and walked home from school, trying to think things out.
        Daddy wasn't home yet so I started dinner.  Robert had told me that we
would be there about seven thirty.  I really didn't know if I was going to go
or not.  I didn't know what was right for me to do.
        I didn't hear daddy come in.  I was at the sink and he snuck up behind
me and kissed my ear.  My hands were wet but I turned around and grabbed him.
I gave him my very best kiss and he returned it but he didn't go any further.
He finally backed off and turned away from me so I couldn't look at him.  He
played with something in the refrigerator.  Finally he spoke.
        "So, honey. Are you excited about your first real date?" He sounded
lighthearted but then he turned looked at me.  I thought I saw pain in his eyes
for a moment but if I did, it was gone in an instant.  Then he laughed and
grabbed me in his arms.
        "Ruthie, go on and have a good time, sweetheart. What time is he coming
for you?"
        For once I was disappointed in him.  I wanted him to tell me that he
didn't want me to go and to pick me up in his arms and carry me to bed and
undress me.  To be truthful, I was mad at him right then.
        "Seven thirty," I said.  We didn't talk to much at dinner.  I was too
upset to talk.  It still would have taken only one wrod from daddy for me to
run to the telephone and tell Robert I could not go.  He didn't mention it any
more.  Finally I that decided that if daddy didn't care if I went, then I would
just go.
        I was still mad at daddy so went up and put on a short skirt and a
blouse that was too small for me.  Daddy noticed what I had on but he didn't
say a word.  It really hurt me because I still wanted him to stop me, Jack.  If
he had said anything I would have let him carry me up to bed and forget Robert.
He just smiled at me and said "Hope you have fun, honey."
        Robert was taking me to the mall to a movie.  At first I was kind of
quiet but he talked so easily that soon I was having fun.  The movie wasn't
very good but about half way through it, Robert put his arm around me.  I was
enjoying being with him, so I put my head on his shoulder.  I took his hand and
held it against my shoulder.  Then I thought about how mean daddy had been to
me that night.  I held Jack's hand harder and pulled it down over my right
breast.
        For the rest of the movie, he played with my breast.  Neither of us was
watching the movie at all.  I was mixing up daddy and Robert in my mind but I
liked the feel of his hand on my breast.  Finally the show was over and we left
and went to his car.
        As soon as we got in, Robert started kissing me right in the parking
lot.  Jack, I was so totally mixed up about daddy and Robert, and I was also
self-conscious because there were lots of lights in the parking lot.  But I
liked Robert's kisses.  Finally I whispered "Can't we go somewhere where it's a
little bit darker?"
        He started gushing out apologies and started the car.  Part of me
wanted to tell him to take me home but a stronger part waited to see what he
would do.  He found a dark spot, all right, Jack.  A parking lot behind a
church three blocks from where I lived. We would never be found back there and
there were no lights at all.
        Now I was scared.  The car was a big Buick with a bench front seat so
there was nothing between us but space.  Robert turned the car off and cut the
lights.  Then there was no space and he was all over me.  He was a really good
kisser and pretty soon I forgot that I was cheating on daddy and gave in to his
kisses.  I wanted him to feel me but he didn't so I finally pulled his hand
back up to my breasts.
        He wasn't as good at feeling breasts as he was at kissing.  He was a
little rough with me and he hurt me a little but I let him go anyway. Finally I
reached up and unbuttoned my blouse because it didn't seem like he was going
to.  When he put his mouth on my nipples, my thought returned for a moment to
my daddy but I was still mad about him so I let Robert do what he wanted.
        It was pretty easy to tell that Robert hadn't kissed too many girl's
breasts, but he was a fast learner.  I could feel myself getting wet between my
legs and I reached for his pants.  I undid the belt and zipper and then his
dick was in my hands.  I had never held a dick except my daddy's and it felt
really strange, but I liked it.  Robert was smaller than daddy but he seemed to
be so turned on by what I was doing that it made me feel sexy.  I could tell by
then that I had had a whole lot more experience at sex than Robert had. He was
so eager that I even thought it might be his first time. Even that was
exciting.  I was like daddy had been with me when I was 13. Only this time I
would be the teacher.
        As we played with each other in the dark I was still detached enough to
be able to think.  "Ruthie," I said to myself.  "He wants to go all the way if
you guide him into it."  My mind kept switching from daddy to Robert and back
again.  But I was too turned on to quit now so I decided that I would go on
with it to the end.
        I pushed Robert away for a minute.  He started to protest but then he
saw that I was slipping my panties off and he stopped protesting.  I pulled him
back to me and he got down on the floor of my seat.  He had dropped his pants
and I grabbed his dick.  I pushed myself forward on the seat and I moved his
dick towards me.  He was letting me do most of it now.  I rubbed his dick
against my button for a while, then I guided it to my hole and pulled him
forward and he was inside me.
        I knew for sure now that this was Robert's first time.  He had no idea
what to do.  But I was turned on and I needed to be fucked.  I put my hands on
his ass and started to pull him inside me farther.  Finally his natural
instincts took over and he began to fuck me back.
        It wasn't very good but I was turned on so I didn't care.  I pulled at
him so that he would go farther inside me.  He was grabbing my titties and
doing the best he could with his dick but we were just not in rhythm with each
other.  I suddenly saw my daddy's face in my imagination.  In an instant, it
was my daddy making love to me instead of Robert.  I began to direct things
more, and it started feeling better.  Now daddy was making me feel good at
last.  His dick was inside me where it belonged.  I was getting hot and I was
whispering "Yes, yes, yes, push."  Then I was out of control and I was pushing
back and screaming.  I could feel the dick inside me and I knew it was about to
shoot.  I lay my head back against the seat and I cried out "Fuck me good,
daddy.  Cum inside me and make your princess cum too."
        When I said that, Robert shot off and went out of control.  But I was
jerked back to reality when I realized what I said.  As I finished my cum and
Robert started his, all I could think about was "Oh shit.  I called him daddy.
I hope he was too turned on to hear it."