(c) Copyright 1997 RWEIII ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted through mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. "Ru&Ju" Written by: RWEIII Almost everyone knows that there are dirty old men in the world, but only a few seem to know that there are just as This story is a little bit different than many that you have probably read. I will be writing it with my daughter, Ruthie, sitting beside me. Her vocabulary is a bit limited, as you would expect from a nine-year-old, but I will write in exactly what she tells me to write. I will also include any of the cute little actions and sounds that she makes while we're writing this. If you see a, "," Ruthie is giggling. If there's a , "," it means that her little bottom is wiggling. (I don't want to write, "," all of the time because she does it quite a bit.) It should be fairly easy to follow as long as you remember that anything inside of the "<>" symbols is what Ruthie is doing as I write for her. When not using, "Dad," or "Daddy," I will use the name, "James" or "Jim," in this story so that you will be able to identify me as the writer. My real name is unimportant. A little bit of a background is in order here. My wife's brother, Ruthie's uncle, raped Ruthie when she was only five. He went out, got drunk, came home, kicked the babysitter out, and then raped my little girl. When my wife and I returned, there was blood on the carpet right as we walked in. My wife's brother was passed out half-way on the couch with his pants and underwear around his ankles. Ruthie was huddled up in the corner rocking silently back and forth with her arms around her knees. The next few months were difficult for us all. There was a fairly quick trial, in which my brother-in-law was convicted and sent to prison. Then there was therapy for the next two years. The therapy involved my wife, my daughter, and I. It was not just Ruthie who had to attend. By the time that Ruthie was seven, she knew more than any seven-year-old girl should know about sex. My wife and I had, on many occasions, walked into Ruthie's room only to find her masturbating on her bed. Our concerns were quickly washed away when Ruthie's doctors told us that it was quite normal for young rape victims to express their anger by masturbating openly. They told us that there was nothing sexual about her actions, and that she was just using her own body to vent that anger. Ruthie must have been VERY angry! What Ruthie's doctors told us to do was to gently and quietly stop her actions, and then to hold her close and tell her that everything was fine. That's exactly what we did. It eventually worked, and by the time that Ruthie was eight, she'd stopped the open behavior. What neither my wife nor I knew was that Ruthie was still practicing the same behavior in secret places. Shortly after Ruthie's eighth birthday, her mother went away to a business seminar. It was then that I accidentally caught Ruthie masturbating. Something had changed in Ruthie's body in that year. She was no longer masturbating only to vent her anger. R:{Don't tell them all that!} R:{That's private, between you and me, ‘member?'} J:{It's ok honey.} J:{Nobody will know who we really are, ok?} R:{Promise?} J:{I promise honey.} J:{ Really! I promise Ruthie. Nobody will EVER know!} R:{Ok.} When I picked Ruthie up from under the bundle of clothing that she was hiding under, she was wearing only a shirt. Her bottom-half was exposed and her little cunny was swollen and ruddy. When I asked her what she'd been doing she coyly answered, "Nuthin'" There was a familiar scent in the air, but I couldn't quite make out what it was. Then it hit me. The smell was coming from between Ruthie's legs. At first, it just seemed like something that I should ignore, but then I remembered what the doctors had told my wife and I. I lifted Ruthie all of the way up and hugged her. She instinctively wrapped her little legs around my waist and smiled. Ruthie's squirming had also pushed my shirt up so that her little bare cunny was pressed firmly against my side. I shrugged it off and held her with one arm as I told her that both my wife and I loved her very much. My little girl smiled at me and said, "I know that, silly!" I tried not to draw attention to what Ruthie had been doing, but I wanted her to know that she could still vent her anger in other ways. I said, "Ruthie Honey, You don't have to touch yourself there if you get mad, ok?" At that point, Ruthie giggled and said, "I'm not mad, Daddy." Confused, I asked, "Well what were you doing then, Honey?" "I was just doing girl stuff," she replied. "Girl stuff? What's girl stuff, honey?" I asked. Ruthie's face was turning a bright red in color. "Like stuff you can't do ‘cause you're a boy," she replied. I wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do, but I asked anyway. "Will you show me what you mean?" I asked. Ruthie squirmed against my side and said, "Daddy!" She continued, "You can't see ‘cause you're a boy!" Without warning, Ruthie began to rub her prepubescent cunny against my side. I felt moisture being spread across my skin when she said, "You feel good Daddy!" Her little cunny slid up and down my bared waist. I suppose that I wanted to see how far she would go with it, so I didn't stop Ruthie. Instead, I just said, "I'm glad honey." She rode my side like that for a moment and then she bit her tiny lower lip and started to quiver. More moisture seeped out as she did. It was warm and slippery on my side. "Was that girl stuff?" I asked. Little Ruthie's eyes were foggy. She nodded and said, "Uh huh." A moment later, she said, "You make it really good, Daddy." What followed was either the most foolish or wise thing that I ever did. I sat her on her bed beside me and had another talk with my daughter about what sex was for. R:{It was a SMART thing, Dad!} I remember wishing that my wife was there to do it. Feeling my daughter's orgasm on my side created a real sense of urgency in my mind though. R:{ Tell them the good part now!} Things were going along just fine until we got to the part about the male body. That was when Ruthie noticed something that I hadn't. Not only did I have a raging hard-on, but there was also a thick wet spot in my slacks. Ruthie placed her hand on the bulge in my pants and asked, "You got a boner, huh?" I tried to keep my composure and replied, "Yes honey, I do." Ruthie giggled. Then she pulled her hand away quickly and exclaimed, "It's all gooey!" I did my best to explain that it was just fluid that my body had made. Then Ruthie said, "That's from doing boy stuff." I just nodded. The conversation got back on course after that. Everything was getting back to normal when Ruthie asked, "Daddy, can I watch you do boy stuff?" Ruthie's tiny hands had unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants before I really knew what was happening. I took her hands quickly and replied, "I don't think so honey." "Please? I'll show you my girl stuff if you do," Ruthie pleaded. I was not about to pull my cock out in front of my eight-year-old daughter! I placed my hands on her shoulders and said, "You'll learn all about that stuff when you get older and get married." Not a word! Ruthie pushed her hands under the elastic of my underwear and said, "I bet yours feels good like this." I felt her tiny fingers tightly grasping the shaft of my cock. She was grinning from ear to ear. I lost it right then and there. My own daughter's touch excited me. I don't mean just a little either. I mean that I was turned on like never before. R:{Yay!} At that point, my mind shut off and I became a different person. I didn't so much as touch my daughter, but I did stand and pull my pants and underwear off. "Can we be naked together?" my eight year old daughter asked. I nodded. Ruthie sat on the edge of her bed and quickly pulled her top over her head. She reveal two very small, yet very hard nipples when she did. Side note: Ruthie is flipping my cock with her finger now, and if she doesn't stop soon, I'm going to have to stop writing for a few minutes and show her what it's REALLY for! R:{You wish!} J:{You can sit over my leg and rub your cunny for a while if you're getting bored, Honey.} R:{Ok Daddy.} You probably have no idea what this feels like, but I've gotten kind of used to it. Back to the story. Standing naked in front of my own daughter was something that I never would have guessed would turn me on. I'd watched her grow from being an infant, to a toddler, to an adolescent. My very own daughter's adolescent body turned me on. Then, Ruthie looked up at me with her big blue eyes and asked, "Want me to do the secret thing now?" I knew what she meant. Her uncle Jake had taught her to suck him off before he had raped her. It had evidently been going on since before she could talk. What she said kind of brought me back to reality. Being compared to a sick fuck like Jake made me start to think about what I was doing. "You don't have to, Honey. That's ok," I replied. Oh God! Her little mouth slipped over me, and that tongue! That sweet little pink tongue was gliding along the underside of my cock! That was it for reality! Ruthie took me in as far as she could without gagging. Then she wrapped both of her tiny hands around what she couldn't take in her mouth, and started to pump. It couldn't have been more than two seconds later when gobs of my white cum were squirting out from around the edges of my daughter's little mouth. R:{Ew, Gross!} She gagged at first, but then seemed to settle down. Her tongue just stroked the bottom of my cock until it lay flaccid in her mouth. "I do it good, huh?" Ruthie asked confidently. Then she eagerly asked, "Now it's my turn, right Daddy? You got to lick mine now, right?" I hadn't even figured out the right answer to her first question, let alone the mind numbing question that followed. Side note: Ruthie just came on my leg. R:{My Daddy's got the best leg for doing this in the whole world!} R:{He shaves it just for me and everything!} "Do you want me to lick you, Ruthie?" I asked. She smiled broadly and flopped back on her bed. "Yeah Daddy! I bet you do it best!" my daughter replied. Then she pulled a pillow from under her bed spread and sat up in the middle of her bed in front of me. She asked, "Do you know how to do it Daddy?" I knew how to do it with her mother. Hell, that's about the only thing about having sex that I can really get my wife excited about. I smiled, nodded, and said, "Yes Sweetie, I know how." Ruthie tucked the pillow under her butt and then spread her legs farther apart than I thought was possible. Her little cunny was rosy pink and swollen to twice the size that it normally was. I leaned forward onto her bed and placed my face right in front of my daughter's little crease. The strong pungent smell of little girl filled my nostrils. It was intoxicating. Ruthie's hands instinctively grabbed the back of my head as I pressed my lips against her little mound and began to lap. I licked and probed and prodded with my tongue until I felt my daughter's tiny body quaking. Then, without thinking, I slipped my middle finger into her. There was no resistance. God she was wet! I felt Ruthie's immature vagina contract several times, and then she relaxed. "Did you like that, Honey?" I asked. My finger was still inside of her. There was no reply. There was only panting and a few little sighs. After a few moments, both Ruthie and I came to our senses. I was completely ashamed about what I'd just done to my eight-year-old daughter. "Will you come and lay next to me and hug me, Daddy?" Ruthie asked. "Of course I will, Ruthie," I replied. Her body was sweaty and hot. Her skin was sticky as a child's sometimes is. Then she smiled and asked, "Will you show me how to do it like you do with mommy?" My brain once again turned to gelatin. I wasn't thinking. I wasn't really even there. I just told Ruthie to wait on her bed while I walked to the bathroom to get a tube of KY. R:{That stuff stinks.} Ruthie was once again masturbating when I returned, only this time she didn't try to hide it. She just smiled broadly and asked, "You won't hurt me, will you Daddy?" My heart melted. Right then and there I knew what it was that my daughter had been searching for. She wanted sexual fulfillment with no pain. She wanted to be in control. That was exactly what I was going to give her. I lay on my back and covered my erection with the jelly. Then I squirted some out into my daughter's tiny hand and told her where to put it. There I lay, sticking up like a flag pole. Ruthie rubbed her hand up and down the length of it and then smiled at me. Her voice was soft and confident. She asked, "This is going to feel good, huh?" I told her that I hoped that it would feel very good for her. Then, with no prompting or instruction, Ruthie straddled me and I began to sink into her. There was plenty of lubrication. I sank into her twice. She wiggled when my cock pressed against her cervix, and then she pushed down until I passed through it. Better than half of my cock was buried deeply within my daughter's uterus. I felt the firm pressure of my daughter's womb rubbing against the head and shaft of my cock as she inched me into herself. R:{Can we make love now Daddy?} R:{I want to do it now, ok?} J:{In just a minute honey.} R:{Ok, but hurry.} R:{I got my tingles now!} Ruthie's eyes rolled back into her head. The head of my cock was pressed firmly against the back wall of her womb. With her eyes closed, Ruthie cooed, "You don't hurt, Daddy." She continued, "This feels good." I had no idea what to say to an eight-year-old. I'd never done anything with anyone under twenty-three before, so I asked, "Ruthie, did you know that we are making love right now?" My daughter opened her eyes only long enough to ask, "Your boner is in me and you love me, huh?" Her eyes again closed when I softly replied, "I love you more than anyone else in the whole world, Honey." Sorry folks. We're going to have to take a little break here for a minute or two. My daughter is getting very impatient, and to be honest, so am I. I'll try to give you the blow-by-blow to make up for the inconvenience. I'm sitting in my chair and Ruthie just climbed up so that we are facing. R:{Tell them you got a boner.} I do have a serious erection here. I think that Ruthie is getting into position. Yep. R:{Ooh Daddy!} She's sliding me in now. J:{Ruthie honey, you make me feel so good!} R:{I know Daddy.} Oh God! I'm in her now! She usually rocks forward and back when we do it this way. I can't really see the keyboard, so I hope that I'm pressing the right keys. R:{Rub my bump Daddy!} J:{I can't honey, I'm telling them what it feels like.} R:{It feels soooooo good!} R:{My Daddy makes love the best in the whole world!} J:{Thank you honey.} J:{You are the best girl to make love with in the whole world too!} She's biting my lip. Oh God, she's got the most incredible little cunny! Her juices are running down my balls and it tickles a little. She's so hot! R:{It's coming, Daddy!} J:{Ok Honey.} J:{Do you want to kiss when it happens this time?} R:{Yeah.} Okay, my balls are now soaked with my daughter's juices. I'm going to cum myself here in a minute. She's pinching my cock with her fingers now. R:{Is it ready?} J:{Almost Honey.} Fuck! She's pinching harder now! J:{Here it comes honey.} J:{Oh yeah. Keep moving like that Ruthie. It feels nice.} Fucking A! Oh man that was good! J:{Did you feel me squirt this time Honey?} R:{Yeah.} J:{Did you like it?} She's rubbing the hell out of her little clit now. I'm starting to soften, but I can feel her clenching again. J:{Oh yeah Ruthie!} J:{You're coming all over me honey.} Sorry about that little delay. I did enjoy it though. R:{Tell them what you did, Daddy.} I pulled her butt up and pinched her little clitty when she really started to cum. J:{You liked it too, didn't you Ruthie?} R:{It made me squirt just like you do.} J:{Yes you Did, Honey. We both squirted this time, huh?} Ruthie is going to get cleaned up while I continue to type. I've grown to rather like the sticky feel of little girl cum all over my cock and balls, so I'm just fine with how things are. As I lay on my back, with my cock buried in my daughter's womb, I closed my eyes and tried to remember my first time with her mother, but couldn't. Ruthie had begun to rock her little body forward and back. It was like no feeling I'd ever felt before. I was engulfed in little girl; MY little girl. Her strong scent filled the whole room. Her little cunny was pulling at my cock. I was slipping in and out of her in ways that I'd never dreamed possible. "Daddy, do it like you do with Mommy," my little girl asked. "Ok honey, lean forward and I will," I replied. It was a difficult stretch, but I finally managed to get one of her tiny nipples into my mouth. It was smaller than my own, but it had an incredible effect on her. My little Ruthie cried out loudly when I sucked on her tiny nipple. Her prepubescent cunny spasmed and jolted as she squealed. "Oh Gosh Daddy! That feels soooo good!" she exclaimed. Within moments, her tiny cunny was gripping and then releasing the base of my cock. Her gentle rocking turned to inexperienced bucking and writhing. My little girl was in the middle of a world-shattering orgasm with my cock half-way in her body. (She's back) "Do it Daddy! Make it gooder! Make it gooder! Make it gooder!" Ruthie pleaded. I had no idea what to do, so I put my hands around her tiny hips and frantically slid her up and down my body. Her body tightened to the point that I was in incredible pain. Her muscles were clenching the lower half of my cock. Then I bit into her nipple and felt a flood of intense heat on my cock. She came. This was no little girl cum. It couldn't be. As Ruthie's muscles began to rhythmically relax, I began to feel my own orgasm forming. It came from the deepest depths of my body and then exploded into her. I tightly held her shoulders and forced myself in as hard as I could. The flesh of her womb pressed firmly against the head of my cock. And then I felt my own cum slipping between us and shooting out of my cock. I don't know if it was from pain or from pleasure, but Ruthie passed out right after it happened. Her body stiffened and then went limp. R:{I keep telling you it was GOOD when you did it!} R:{Are you EVER going to believe me?} J:{I believe you Honey.} That was the first time that I made love with my daughter. There have been many times since; probably too many to write about. Maybe next time Ruthie can tell you what it felt like for her. Maybe then she won't be so shy about talking. R:{Maybe. I guess . . .} --