Chapter 2
The Gay Old Dog
"I'd seen my uncle Mark a lot of times, of course, but he always seemed so much older than my daddy, and my other uncles that he was more like a grandfather to me than an uncle. He was almost twenty years older than my mother. He was her oldest brother, and I only saw him once in a while, and always when there was a whole bunch of 'family' around.
"It was a lot different when my dad died, and he came to live with us. I guess I knew from the first day he got there that he was-well, different. The way he looked at me, and a couple of times, the things he said. I was only ten, and I didn't have any titties yet, but he used to like me to sit on his lap, and he'd put his hands on my breasts and play with the nipples. It made me feel sort of funny, even then, but my mother never thought anything of it. She thought that it was nice that he liked me so well.
"A kid never really knows what an uncle or cousin or an old friend of the family is pulling. Looking back, I remember a dozen men who used to play with my pussy while they pretended to be just 'loving' me, and neither of my parents thought a damned thing about it. I know this: when I was six or so, I was so used to having my cunt fingered that I masturbated almost every day. I didn't even have any 'daydreams' about it-I just finger-fucked myself, because it felt good. It never was as good when I did it as it was when some man was doing it, but still, it was better than nothing.
"I never used to use anything else but my finger, not for a long time. Then I tried a weiner! Another girl and me were fooling around at her house one day-she was older than I was-and she told me that a weiner worked good, so I tried it. I guess it was almost like being screwed, now that I think of it.
"Anyhow, to get back to my uncle Mark. I was always my daddy's favorite, and when he died, I felt like I was all alone, because my mother was always busy with my two brothers. They're twins, and they were only three when my daddy died. I guess it wasn't her fault. Somebody has to look after kids that young all the time. '
"That's why my uncle Mark came to live with us. My mother just couldn't find anyone that would watch the babies-at least, not at the price she could afford. We didn't live in a big city, where they have a lot of day nurseries. She had to ask friends, and there wasn't much insurance money left. I don't know what kind of work she would have got anyhow-she never worked at anything all her life, except being a housewife.
"She called my uncle and he came to see us. He was a salesman and he covered the whole state, so it really didn't matter much if his headquarters were in our town, or where he had lived for years-a city about sixty miles away. So he came to live with us.
"I had never really known him, so I didn't know if I liked him or not. All I remembered was that he always held me on his lap and played with me, and he always gave me money-dimes or quarters. A little kid judges people by what they do for them, not by what they really are, so I guess I thought Uncle Mark was okay.
"He started right away. Almost the first night he was there, my mother went over to a neighbor's house for something, and she had hardly got out of the door before Mark had me on his lap. I was watching TV, and he picked me up-I was lying on my stomach on the floor and held me in his lap. I could feel his hot hand through my panties, and I knew what he was going to do. He gave me the usual jazz-you know-'My, my-haven't we grown up into a pretty young lady-' that sort of thing. He kept on kissing me on the cheek, and after a while he turned my face and kissed me on the mouth.
"I guess I let go. I didn't mean to, but I missed my daddy-really, I missed a man paying attention to me, so I kissed him back. Before I knew it, we were sucking tongue-long, juicy kisses and all the while he was shoving his finger up inside my pussy, tickling my clit and making me sweat and pant. I didn't know what it was I wanted, but I remember that I spread my legs wider all the time so he could go deeper with his finger.
"My mother came back that night and he just pretended that I was sitting on his lap and doing nothing. I had sense enough to pretend, too, and my mother just smiled and went to the kitchen and did something or other.
"Uncle Mark kissed me on the cheek quickly and said 'We'll have lots of fun together, Ruthie,' and he put me down on the chair we'd been sitting in and went into the kitchen and talked to my mother. I went to bed right after that, but I masturbated, and I think it was the first time that I imagined it was his finger inside me, instead of just mine.
"Like I said, he was gone a lot at first. I don't know if it was because of me or not, but he asked to be put on a route where he could be home every night, and in a couple of weeks, his company worked it out for him. My mother thought it was wonderful of him to give up money in order to be close to us, to help us more. She never did get wise, I guess-until it was way too late.
"Uncle Mark never paid any attention to the boys. Oh, he'd look at them once in a while, or tweak their cheeks, but it was me he was interested in. He began to offer to 'babysit' so my mother could go out more often. I remember him always telling her: 'You're still a young, attractive woman, Ella. Life can't stop just because Jack died. Get out more. Live a little before you're too old to enjoy it-like me!'
"My mother ate it up. She was always telling people how wonderful her 'big brother' was to her and her kids-but, believe me, he was getting what he wanted, all the time.
"Mom did start to go out more often. Not with men-just to neighborhood doings or friends' houses to play penny-ante poker-things like that. I never did see a man with her-at least, they never came to the house. Uncle Mark really did support the whole family, all the way. There were three bedrooms in our house. My mother slept downstairs with the twins, and I slept upstairs, and Uncle Mark's room was next to mine. He said it was best that way, because then my mother wouldn't have to be running upstairs at night to see about the twins. And also, he wouldn't be awakened if they fussed or cried, as he had to get up real early every morning. Anything he wanted, he got. My mother thought he was just made of solid gold. If she had only known!
"The first time he really did anything except play with my pussy was when I was about ten years old. He came home late that night. We'd all been in bed for quite a while, and I was asleep. So was my mother. He made sure she was, I'm positive, before he came into my bedroom. He was stark naked! When I woke up, he had crawled into bed with me and I could feel his bare skin close to me. I wore a nightgown and it was always pulled way up around my neck from my twisting and tossing in my sleep. I could also feel his hands-one rubbing my ass cheeks and the other shoved between my legs from the front.
"Funny, but I wasn't scared when I awoke. I knew it was him, and I knew he wouldn't hurt me. I guess maybe he had already began to get me hot with his feeling and rubbing, because when I woke up, I just turned over and he pulled me close to him. He began to kiss me and I kissed him back-tonguing his mouth and wiggling closer to him. His hand was on my ass-cheeks and one finger was shoved into my asshole-not deep, but it tickled and made me feel funny between my legs.
"I felt his cock pushing against my stomach, and he began to squinch down in the bed so that it was even with my cunt, but he didn't try to put it in. He just rubbed it so that it went in between my legs, rubbing the lips of my pussy.
"He kept going down farther, kissing my neck, then my nipples and my stomach, and he twisted me around so that I was on my back. He spread my legs and moved down so that his head was between my legs. I could feel his hot breath on my wide-open pussy. I knew he was going to kiss it and stick his tongue inside, like he did my mouth, and I was squirming and panting for breath.
"When he put his mouth on the lips of my pussy and spread the lips with his fingers, I thought I'd faint-it made me feel so-so drunk! guess that's what it feels like to be drunk, anyhow. My head was going around and all I could think of was for him to put his tongue inside and touch my knob, like he did with his finger. I automatically reached down and pulled his head in closer, and he began to run his tongue in and out of my cunt.
"I was numb with the pleasure it brought to my whole body. It was so warm-his tongue-it slipped in and out so easily, and when he began to nibble at my clit, I discovered for the first time that he wore false teeth! I knew from the way he was biting down on my knob that it should really hurt a little. Instead, it felt wonderful !
"I just kept having one spasm of joy after another. I suppose it wasn't really an orgasm, but it just left me weak, but feeling like I was as light as a feather, floating on the air.
"Uncle Mark rolled over so that I was straddling his face, and he kept on sucking and licking and nibbling my cunt, and all the while he was jerking off. I didn't know what that was then, but I do now, and he was jerking his cock like crazy. After a while, I felt some warm, sticky juice hit my back, and he really bit my cunt as hard as he could-or I should say, he 'gummed' it!
"Then he stopped and got up and took his handkerchief and wiped me off, and cleaned his cock real good. I was fascinated watching it get soft and finally hang down like a limp rag, and I giggled a little. Uncle Mark put his fingers to his lips to warn me not to wake my mother or the babies, and he bent over and kissed me and said, 'Don't forget, Ruthie, this is our very own secret!' As if I'd ever tell anybody and take a chance of not getting any more of that good stuff!
"I didn't have to masturbate that night. I was so exhausted from all the 'comes' I'd had that I went to sleep right away. I didn't dream that there could be things we would do that were even more exciting than that, but there were-a whole lot more!"
Here we have the classic situation for uncle niece incest. A young girl recently bereft of her father-the only male image she has ever known-and a man who had doubtless never laid an offensive hand on her body in a sexual gesture.
Yet, Ruth was entering the stage in her life where her body was beginning to make demands on her for satisfaction of her budding sexual awareness. She needed the attention of a male to replace that of her dead father, and, in Ruth's case, an older man had a far greater chance to get through her wall of loneliness than would a young boy of her own age, or a bit older.
Uncle Mark was a lonely man. He had never married. He had been a salesman for most of his adult life, leading the life of a nomad, with no sex anchor. His bouts with females had been confined to prostitutes and bar pickups and this, in itself, made him a threat to any pure, innocent young female. He was sated to the teeth with wild aggressive, money-hungry type female. Probably (if he runs true to type according to psychiatric records), Mark still harbored a vague dream that somewhere, somehow, he would find a pure, unspoiled woman who would make no monetary demands on him, and who would not instantly size him up for what he really was-a lecherous, somewhat bored old man.
Mark followed the typical pattern of the older man with a young girl at his disposal, ac cording to psychiatric studies. He began with fondling, exciting the young creature and, at the same time, building up a need for more of this new and intriguing treatment. At the same time, he was building a confidence in Ruth's mind that her uncle Mark would not only not harm her, but instead, provide a new source of pleasure that she had heretofore only dreamed about.
In her own recollections, Ruth states that she masturbated only rarely, and that even when she did, she did not associate the pleasurable feeling with any member of the opposite sex-or indeed, of her own sex. Her brief experimentation using a foreign object (the weiner) to add depth to the masturbatory feeling, was a chance happening and again, she did not associate the weiner in her thoughts with the male penis. She had not yet become aware of phallic symbolism. She was virginal, untouched and innocent, a perfect target for a man such as her uncle.
Another factor that must have had a great deal to do with her trust and eventual delight in her uncle, was the "hero" role that he was playing in her life, and that of her family-her mother and brothers. She was old enough to be aware that he was the economic mainstay of the family, and in her childish mind, he was naturally a "good guy" if only because her mother treated him as one.
In the light of what happened later, it is safe to conjecture that Ruth associated no shame or guilt with her sex acts. All children derive pleasure from the excitation of their sex organs and also the anus. Most begin to play with such organs at an astonishingly early age.
Ruth was unusual in that she was the oldest child. Usually, when a girl has older brothers, or lives in close proximity to male cousins or uncles, she has been fondled by them or has engaged in childish experiments with sex organs-the "Let's play doctor," or "You show me yours and I'll show you mine," syndrome.
Ruth knew only that her sex organs were a source of delight when she played with them. When Uncle Mark came into her life, she discovered that it was even more pleasurable when he fondled her. Quickly then, Ruth began to wonder at the delights that awaited her as her uncle's advances became more intense. When he used his tongue to massage her clitoris, he launched her into a new orbit of joy. She experienced what, to her, was her first full orgasm-minor as it may have been. Little wonder that she looked forward with eagerness to more thrills delivered by the hands and mouth of her uncle. At that point, she did not even associate full intercourse with the ultimate in male-female contact.
However, as the human body develops physically, it also grows sexually and, even then, Ruth knew instinctively that there must be additional sex acts that would give her pleasure. She wanted that pleasure, and it seemed only right that she should give pleasure to her uncle Mark, in return for his kindnesses to her, and also to insure that he would continue to provide her with such a wonderful outlet for her own seething emotions and sexual desires.
It is not strange then, that Ruth should, from that point on, become an equal aggressor. She was not a backward child-just an innocent one. When she let her native animal instincts in the field of sex hold sway, she became a tiny tigress, as we shall see. This is not to apologize for her, nor to shift the greater portion of responsibility from the adult male involved, but is rather, an attempt to understand how a child of her tender years could become an aggressive, sexy woman in her sexual nature, while still remaining a young girl in body and mind, and in part, in her emotions.
Had her father lived a few more years, it is quite likely that Ruth would have entered this sexual and emotional wilderness at age sixteen or seventeen, after she had become more emotionally mature and had been given some education in matters of sexual behavior. In all cases of young girls and older men engaged in sex acts, whether related to one another or not, the girl is invariably without guilt feelings. It is only later that she realizes fully what she has done to offend society as a whole. Ruth was not aware, as she picks up her story, that society frowned on and made laws against the physical union of males and females of the same blood relationship, regardless of age.
"After that night, I couldn't wait to have other times in bed with my uncle Mark. I just couldn't get it out of my mind, the thrills that had heated up my whole body when he mouthed my pussy. I guess, in my own little-girl way, I was madly in love with him. I remember how pleased my mother seemed to be that I showed a lot of attention to him when he was around. I would always run and kiss him and hug him when he came home, and she never seemed to notice that I was sticking my tongue into his mouth, or that he was holding my ass with both hands.
"Uncle Mark began to offer to 'babysit' more and more, and he even gave my mother extra money so she could go out to movies, to card parties and all that-so he could be all alone with me.
"When he had to sneak into my room while my mother was sleeping, he was always nervous. He seemed in a hurry, and it was never so much fun as when we knew we had the whole house to ourselves, except for the babies, and they didn't matter.
"One night that same week, my mother went out to some 'aluminum ware party' at a woman's house, and left Uncle Mark and me alone. We didn't wait very long after she left to go upstairs and get undressed. He wanted to do it in his room. I didn't know why, at first, but he showed me. He had two dressers in his room with big mirrors on them, and he had them arranged so that he could look into the mirrors and watch everything that was going on on his bed. I kind of liked it too, once I began to really loosen up and play with his cock, and suck it.
"I sucked it for the first time that night.
"Mark started out the regular way, playing with my pussy, sticking his fingers up inside it, playing with my asshole, kissing me all over. I noticed that he kept twisting around so he could look into the mirrors, and after a while, I began watching him in the mirrors, too. It was fun, seeing his head move up and down as he licked my cunt, or to see my legs spread wide open and his finger shoved deep inside me. Sometimes, we would look at each other in the mirror, and that was even more of a kick.
"He made me come two or three times that night. I liked it with the lights on, too. I really liked to watch him in action.
"When I had come a third time from his sucking my cunt, I sat up and began to play with his cock. It was big and long and stiff, and I was almost afraid to touch it too hard. It was so stiff that it seemed it would break if I bent it too much, but he just sat back, his hands spread wide, holding himself up, while I played with it.
"He didn't say a word. I guess he knew that I wanted to taste it and to see how it felt in my mouth. I wanted to give him all the thrills he gave me, and I knew he wanted me to kiss it and suck it. I only hesitated because I was afraid that it would choke me.
"I held it at the bottom, close to all his hair, and I bent forward and touched it with my lips. He jumped a little, and I moved my head so that my lips formed a circle of hot flesh, rimming the head of his cock, but not taking it into my mouth.
"After a bit, I began to lick it, first up one side, and down the other, stopping at the head of it to give it a little suck or kiss. Uncle Mark just leaned back, watching in the mirror, and I knew he was really enjoying it by the hazy look in his eyes. It kept jerking in my hand, and I could feel it jump every time I touched the head of it.
"Uncle Mark said, 'Take it all in your mouth, baby, and suck it-hard.' I guess I had lost my nervousness by then because I knew that it didn't taste bad, and I was happy at the way it pleased him. I opened my mouth wide and rammed it down over his cock, letting it go as deep into my mouth as I could. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, and I began to suck it as hard as I could, moving my head up and down so that his prick went in and out of my mouth with every suck.
"He reached down with one hand and pushed my head down on it harder. He began to push it faster and faster, and I began to suck it harder and harder. I laid on my bare belly and used both hands on the base of his cock. I glanced up at him once in a while and he was watching me closely, looking over into the side mirror. But I was happy to know that he was enjoying it so much, and I really tried to take it all into my mouth. It gagged me once in a while, but Mark didn't notice, so I just kept control of it with both hands, and he didn't push my head too hard, so I managed. I remember, towards the end, how I kept thinking about the stuff that shot out of his prick, and I wondered if there would be a lot, and what it would taste like. I felt my own twat getting hotter and wetter, and I wanted him to come-to have that good feeling that I always had.
"I was going fast at the end, when I felt the first big spurt of sticky, salty-tasting stuff shoot into my mouth. Mark stopped pushing on my head. He leaned back with his eyes closed, and his body was shivering. His cock was making little jerks every time another bunch of juice would come out of the little hole in it, and I was swallowing it as it came, still trying to suck it good.
"After a minute, no more juice came, and I felt a relief. It hadn't been bad at all. I had made him come! I had partly paid him back for all he did for me, and I wanted to keep on doing it! I just kept sucking hard, but his cock began to get softer and softer, and after a while, he pushed my head away. He pulled me up into his arms, and he laid back so that my body was on top of his, and he kissed me on the lips and eyes. He told me, 'I love you, Ruthie. You're the sweetest thing in this world. I'll always love you.'
"He was fooling with my asshole all the while, and then he edged his body down so that his head was between my legs. I moved my legs up so that I was sitting on his face, and he began to use his fingers on my asshole while he opened my cunt lips with his tongue, and began to stick it in, massaging my lump until I came again.
"Then he told me to change positions, so that we were upside down on each other-my mouth was near his prick and his was right at my cunt. 'We can do it to each other at the same time, honey,' he said, and then he began to really tongue my cunt. From this position he could use his fingers on my asshole and his other hand was free, run his finger up inside the back part of my pussy, while his tongue was going in and out of the front.
"I grabbed his cock and began to suck it and lick it, and pretty soon it was nice and hard again. He rolled over so that he was straddling my face, but he was using his knees to keep his weight from hurting me, and I just laid there with my mouth open, using my hands on his shaft to guide it into my mouth! He was eating my cunt like a hungry bum, and I began to buck and bounce as I felt that good feeling coming again. He shoved his cock harder and faster into my open mouth, and at the same time that I felt that white heat spread all over me, he shot another load of his juice into my mouth.
"I was used to it this time, and I just kept swallowing until finally he stopped shoving it in. It was going soft again, and he rolled over and just licked the lips of my cunt, holding my ass with both hands. I kept on trying to get his prick back up, but I couldn't. Later, I had another 'come,' and then he got up and got dressed. It was still early, so he told me to get dressed and watch the babies while he went out to get some ice cream. He brought a quart back, with some pineapple stuff and whipped cream to put on top of it. I loved ice cream, and to me, this had been the most happy night of my whole life!
"We watched TV for a while after that, and then I went to bed. He sat by my bed and talked to me. He asked me how I liked sucking him off, and I told him I really liked to do it, because it made him so happy. He told me that as time went by, there would be a lot of other things we could do together, but he wouldn't tell me what he meant. I sort of guessed he meant fucking-the kids at school were always talking about it-but none of them seemed to really know how to do it, or how it felt. I could hardly wait, and when he went back downstairs, I played with myself again, imagining it was Uncle Mark's tongue inside me instead of my fingers. I shoved my thumb in my own mouth while I fingered my cunt, and made believe I was sucking his prick, and in a few minutes, I had another 'come.'
"I wanted to wait until he went to bed, then I was going to sneak into his room and get some more, but I fell asleep. I was so happy. I could hardly wait for school to be out so that I could go home and meet Uncle Mark. Every night, I hoped that he would come into my room, or whisper that I should come to his bed, but it wasn't for a week or so that I had a chance to be with him-naked, I mean, and alone.
"It was on a Sunday, and Uncle Mark didn't have to work. My mother took the twins and went to visit some old friends that lived across town. She wanted me to go, too, but Uncle Mark told her he would take me to a movie, if it was all right, and we'd have dinner out. My mother thought that would be real nice, so Mark drove her to her friends and then came right back home.
"He was extra excited when he found me taking a shower. I knew we were going to have some sex, and I wanted to be nice and clean and fresh for him to kiss and suck. I had began to notice that my breasts were beginning to swell up. Not much, but they were beginning to grow, and the nipples were beginning to get bigger. They hurt me once in a while, but I wasn't worried about it. I asked a girl at school about it and she said that her breasts had burned and stung a lot when they were first getting big.
"I was standing in the bathroom, just getting ready to shower, when Mark came in. I was looking at my breasts in the mirror, wondering how long it would be before they got big and round, like on some of the other girls that weren't much older than me.
"He surprised me, but he came up behind me and put his arms around me so his hands covered my breasts. He kissed me on the neck and laughed. 'Pretty soon, you'll be all grown up and you'll go away and forget all about old Uncle Mark,' he said. I put my hands on top of his and squeezed them. 'I'll never go away or forget you,' I promised.
"He backed away and looked at my body. He shook his head. 'Let's see,' he said, 'you're almost eleven. You're going to have a pretty body-like your mother had. I remember when she was growing up. All the boys were crazy about her.'
"I was proud that he noticed my shape beginning to form, and I blushed a little.
"'Wait for me,' he said. 'Let's take a shower together. That'll be fun, won't it?' Before I could answer, he went into his room and in a moment or two, he came back into the bathroom. He was completely naked, and I noticed that his cock had begun to get a little stiff. I teased it with my fingers, then bent and sucked the head of it real quick. Before he could grab me, I got into the shower and turned on the water, adjusting it so that it was nice and warm.
"Mark came in. It was sort of crowded in there, so we could hardly move without our bodies touching. I picked up the soap and began to make lather under my arms. He laughed and took the soap from me and began to rub my armpits, then my chest, my stomach, and finally, he began to rub the soap between my legs. When I was all sudsy, he turned me around and rubbed my back, then down to my ass. He spent a long time lathering between the crack of my ass, and he kept sticking his soapy finger up my asshole. I was getting all hot and I wanted to be sucked and to suck his prick, right there in the shower. I thought it would be real fun, with that nice warm water running all over us. I could feel his cock was hard, when he brushed against me, and all at once he started lathering his cock with the soap.
"I turned and looked down at him. He was sort of playing with it, rubbing it from top to bottom until it was all white with soapy lather. I was wondering if he was going to wash it off before I sucked it, when he surprised me and turned my head around and dropped the soap. He held me close to him with one arm, and with the other, he guided his cock head up into the crack of my ass!
"It excited me. He let go of me, but I didn't move away. He used one hand to spread my ass cheeks and then he told me to bend over just a little. I did, putting my hands on the far wall of the shower to keep my balance. I think I knew he was going to fuck me-but I didn't know it was going to be in the asshole!
"Then I felt the head of his cock going up inside my asshole! It slid in easily, because both of us were so soapy, and it didn't hurt any more than his finger did when he shoved it up there. In fact, not as much. I could feel it going farther and farther up, and when it began to slip in and out easily, Uncle Mark put both hands on my hips and pulled me in to him to meet the upthrusting of his cock into my asshole!
"I was all excited, but I was a little disappointed. It felt good, but not as good as when he sucked my knob and shoved his fingers up inside of me. But I could tell that it was good for him. He began to groan every time his prick went deep into my asshole. He was saying something-it was hard to hear him over the noise of the shower, but I think he was saying, 'Oh, Jesus-what an ass! Oh, Christ-let me fuck you, Ruthie, right up the old shit chute!'
"As he moved faster, drawing me in to him in a regular rhythm, I got hotter and hotter. I used one hand to reach down and masturbate, rubbing my clit hard, in time with his pokes up the ass. Then I felt his prick begin to jerk fast, and a hot load of come shot up my ass! I don't know if I came or not, but I think I did. He kept on shoving it in, slowing down all the time, and finally he stopped. He pulled his cock out and washed it off.
"He turned me around and got down on his knees and began to shove his tongue into my cunt, holding my ass cheeks with both hands. He made slurping noises, and he kept on moaning and groaning, and pretty soon, he made me come!
"We got out and dried off, and he seemed sort of ashamed. He asked me when we went into his bedroom if I had been hurt when he had shoved his cock up my asshole. I told him the truth. It had made me feel like I had to take a big crap at first, but when I got used to it, it hadn't really hurt me at all.
"He just couldn't seem to get enough of me that day. It was our first time doing things in the daylight, and it was a lot of fun. It was also the first time he really licked my asshole, and it felt good. He laid me on my back and used long strokes with his tongue so that he started with my asshole and ended up with his tongue licking the lips of my cunt. I put my legs up high and spread them, and he got down real low and began to stick his tongue into my asshole as far as it would reach!
"It made me hot, and when he began to masturbate me with his finger, I put my finger in beside his. I worked on my clit while he shoved his finger way up inside me, touching the walls of my cunt. His tongue was going in and out of my asshole like crazy, and before I knew it, I had come again.
"Uncle Mark kept on asking if I was sure that he hadn't hurt me when he had shoved it up my asshole, and finally, he asked me if he could do it again. I told him I didn't mind, and he went to the dresser and got a jar of vaseline from a drawer. He told me to get up on my hands and knees, and when I did, he smeared my asshole with lots of vaseline. He stuck some up my asshole, using his finger. Then he covered the head of his prick with a whole gob of the stuff. I was watching in the mirror as he crawled up onto the bed and positioned himself between my legs. His cock was all hard and standing straight out, and this time I just let him guide it into my asshole, while I braced myself with my hands.
"When it was in, it began to slip in and out even easier than it had with the soap, and there was no burning feeling, like there had been when he used soapsuds to oil his cock and my asshole.
"He did the same thing, though. He put both hands on my hips and helped pull my butt back to meet his cock as it went deep inside me. I was getting so I almost liked it, and it was a lot better when I could look at us in the mirror and see how that long, hard prong disappeared inside my ass! I was surprised that it fit, but he was able to ram it almost all the length of it into me, and it didn't really hurt me. I was so interested in watching that I forgot to masturbate myself, and Uncle Mark came quickly that time. But he didn't stop. He just kept on shoving it in hard, and it didn't go soft on him. He came even quicker the second time, and when it was over, he jumped up and got a washcloth from the bathroom and he came in and washed out my asshole, while I laid on my stomach with my legs spread.
"I really felt good. I was learning more and more how much real pleasure I could have with my uncle Mark, and it made me feel more grown-up all the time.
"Afterwards, he sucked my pussy again, and I was so hot that I had my come right away.
"We laid there, playing with each other's things, not really trying to excite each other-just feeling good over what we had done. I asked him if that was what the kids called 'doing it doggie-fashion,' and he laughed and said that it was one way. 'When you're just a little older, and this thing gets a little bigger-' he wiggled his finger inside my pussy, and I knew he meant my cunt-'we'll try the real dog-fashion. You'll like that, baby,' Mark promised.
"I didn't know what he really meant, but I remembered how far into my asshole he could shove his cock, and I figured that if he were to put it a little lower, into my cunt, that it would go way up inside me. I wanted to try it then, but I didn't say anything. He kept mentioning that we had to wait until I was 'big enough,' so I figured that he knew more about it than I did, and I didn't push for it.
"We had a lot of fun that year. During summer vacation, he used to let me go with him on some of his sales calls, and it was like a regular holiday for me-eating in restaurants and, sometimes, stopping in a lonely place and sucking each other's thing.
"My breasts were growing fast, and by the time that school started in the fall-I was twelve in August-I had hair showing under my arms and around my pussy. I had also started to menstruate. At first, I was scared, so scared I was afraid to ask my mother, but she caught me washing out some panties that had blood on them, and she told me all about what menstruating was.
"I didn't dare to ask her, but I wondered if it would make any difference to Uncle Mark, now that I was beginning to have my periods. I didn't know exactly how to tell him, but my mother must have said something to him, because the next time we had sex, he told me that he knew that I was menstruating, and that it meant that I was just about ready for the best fun of all. We made a game out of that, I remember. I teased him, asking him what 'the best fun of all' was. He just laughed and said, 'You know, baby, you know.'
"I made believe I didn't, although I knew he had to be talking about fucking. I wanted to hear him say it. So I kept on pestering him until he finally came right out one night and said, 'Okay, you little fox-I want to fuck you-to put my prick in your cunt and fuck you all night!'
"I got a kick out of that, and when I thought about it later that night-my mother was home so we couldn't do anything-I masturbated and tried to imagine how it would be when he shoved that nice hard prick up inside my cunt. I knew it had to be better than his finger, or even his tongue, and for days, I used to get all wet and hot inside my pussy, just thinking about how it would be.
"When it happened, it was more exciting than I had even dreamed it would be. It happened when my mother was at a movie. We knew she was going to a double-feature, and that she'd be out until almost midnight, and we planned it all the way. I'd been coaxing Uncle Mark to really give it all to me-cute little ways, like whispering to him: 'Are you going to fuck me tonight?' or, 'You're too spoiled by sucking to want to fuck me, aren't you?'
"Anyhow, we were both as hot as could be, so when we were alone, we didn't waste any time. Mark had taken a shower when he came home from work, and I had taken one right after supper. I had on a loose robe, with nothing on underneath, and I went upstairs and into Mark's room as soon as we knew my mother was gone. He came right up, and he stripped. There was an electricity in the room that both of us felt. I stood there, watching him get undressed, my breasts now standing out nicely, the nipples round and pink, and now they were getting hard and jutting out.
"Mark was getting a hard-on by the time he had his pants off. Everything was building up. I could just feel my body getting hotter, and I wanted it to be perfect for me. I know that Uncle Mark did, too, because he had been extra sexy for the past few days, rubbing me, feeling me up, sneaking kisses-we just set off sparks when we touched each other.
"It had been exciting to use the word 'fuck,' and here we were, ready to try out first real fuck!
"I laid down on his bed and spread my legs. I cocked one knee up and spread my arms, trying to look as sexy and grown-up as I could. Uncle Mark came over and sat beside me, staring at my body from head to foot. I liked the look in his eyes when he crawled down between my legs and began to play with my cunt lips. He was talking, heating me up more all the time, until I began to tremble. He was saying, 'In a few minutes, baby, I'll take you to heaven. I'll open these pretty lips and slide my cock up inside you, in and out, in and out, until you'll beg me never to stop fucking you. We've waited a long time for this, sweetheart, and I want it to be the most wonderful moments in your whole life!'
"I began to roll from side to side. My cunt was so wet and hot that it was a wonder to me that it wasn't smoking. Mark bent his head and began to tickle the lips of my cunt with his tongue. He spread them wide and began to play with my clit, using the tip of his tongue. I was going crazy. It was bad enough that I liked to be sucked off like that, but with me all ready to have his cock inside my cunt for the very first time, I was like a wound-up spring, ready to pop.
"I reached down and grabbed his head, pushing it away. I raised up and begged him, 'Please fuck me-please!'
"He smiled and he moved his body up on mine. I spread my legs wider and he held himself up on his knees, while he took his cock in his hand.
"He kissed my lips, soft-like, and I felt the head of it touch the lips of my cunt. He was wiggling it around, as if to find the right spot, and I began to really sweat.
"All at once, he shoved it way in, putting all the weight of his lower body behind it. I had been expecting and waiting for it so long that it shouldn't have surprised me, but it did. It didn't hurt, but when his cock explored places deep inside my cunt that he had never touched before, it thrilled and chilled me.
"I think I felt like I was two persons. One was lying there, watching Mark fuck his niece for the first time, and the other was hiding inside my body, trying to make certain that not a single little sensation was overlooked. I had thought about it so much, but it was far beyond anything I had imagined it would be.
"As Mark's prick began to go in and out, digging deep with each stroke, touching the innermost parts of my pussy, I began to raise my ass to meet it. His cock never seemed to lose contact with my clit, and after a couple of moments he reached underneath me with his hands and grabbed me by the ass, pulling me up and in, almost as if he were sliding me on and off his rigid prick. I began to moan and groan with the pleasure of it, and Mark kept looking down at his cock going in and out of my body, and then over at the mirror, for a different view. I was too interested in feeling it to care what it looked like. I knew I was going to explode in the most exciting orgasm I'd ever had, and I could tell by Uncle Mark's movements that he was going to come soon, and I wanted it to be at the same moment for both of us. It was almost as if we'd been doing it together for years, instead of the first time, because just as I felt the first hot squirt of jism into my pussy, I had the first of two orgasms-each bigger and more thrilling than any I'd ever had before.
"Mark was so excited he couldn't stop pumping away, and he just kept on drawing my pussy up and onto his cock with his hands until, about a minute or so later, he had another come and I had a whole series of them. They all seemed to blend into each other, and I was weak from the physical movements at the end. I just wanted to sleep. I was in a dream world. Mark just relaxed, with his cock in my pussy, and murmured nice things in my ear, about what a wonderful fuck I was and how much he loved me.
"He told me to go and wash my cunt out with hot, soapy water, and he came into the bathroom while I was doing that and washed his prick off. I felt so proud and so grown-up. I had been able to thrill my uncle all the way, every way-just as if I were a grown woman.
"Looking back, I wonder why he never thought of using a safety. Maybe he didn't realize that I could get pregnant, or else he might have thought that he was too old to really make a girl pregnant. He was about fifty-seven or so, I found out later, and he certainly wasn't too old for anything!
"After that, we really had a ball with sex, every chance we had. We tried it almost every way we could think of, and we used to go for two or three hours, sometimes, sucking, playing around, corn-holding and fucking. I was so wrapped up in Uncle Mark that I didn't have time for boys, even though a lot of them were eying me and making up to me and asking for dates.
"My mother never suspected a thing. That's why it almost floored her when she found out that I was pregnant. She stormed and ranted and threatened to call the police if I didn't tell her the name of the boy, but I wouldn't let out a peep. Me and Mark talked it all over, and finally he talked to my mother. I can see her face yet when he told her that he thought it was best that he find a doctor who would perform an abortion, and he'd pay for it. He argued that if it were done right away, no one would ever know, and that I-and she-would be spared all the shame and embarrassment. But for the first time, my mother stood her ground. She was dead set against abortion on religious grounds, and at the same time, she was in a panic for fear that something awful would happen to me at the hands of 'some butcher,' as she put it.
"She watched me like a hawk, trying to find out if I were still seeing the boy who had gotten me 'knocked up.' She would have had a heart attack if she had known that it was Uncle Mark, right there under her nose. Finally, he told me that I had to go away and have the abortion. He had found a doctor in a city about a hundred miles away, that he knew was trustworthy and careful. He said some of his men friends had used this abortionist before, and that the only thing I could do was to go there, have it done and then come on back home. He said he could handle my mother all right, and that once it was over, there wasn't much she could do about it.
"So I went, and had an abortion! I wasn't very pregnant and it wasn't so bad. Oh, I was sick, all right, for a week or so, but then I snapped out of it and went home.
"Uncle Mark had been wrong about 'handling' my mother. She had panicked and called the police and reported me missing. She was positive that I'd run off with the father of my unborn baby, and the cops were all over school and asking all kinds of questions of every boy in my classes, plus a lot of dumb jerks that lived in the neighborhood.
"When I came walking back in, she just blew her top. She told me to get out, and she wouldn't listen to my uncle, even when he told her that if she threw me out, he'd leave, and she'd have no way to support herself and the twins. She was so crushed and angry that she wouldn't even leave the house. She didn't want any of her friends to see her or to ask questions. Actually, all they thought was that I had run away for a week. None of them knew I had been pregnant, but the way she acted, you'd think it had been in all the papers in big headlines!
"It ended up with her blabbing the whole story to the juvenile authorities and I was sent to this home for wayward, incorrigible girls!
"My uncle Mark didn't leave, but he sure made life tough on my mother. He never let her forget that he thought she was a heartless, cruel woman who thought only of herself, and nothing of the needs of her children.
"He visits me once a week, but we can't do anything. I don't know how long I'll be in-it's been over a year, and they can keep me here until I'm eighteen. Uncle Mark gets me things I want, but it's rough up here. Some of the girls are lesbians. I've tried letting them kiss my pussy, but so far, I have never done it for any of them. It helps some-at least it's better than masturbating-but I have thought about running away some day.
"I need sex. People think that because I'm not yet fifteen, that I don't have all the same feelings that a woman does, but I do. I'm different than a lot of the kids here, because I really pay attention to school work. I want to get out of here and be able to take care of myself. My uncle is always after the authorities to allow me to be put in a foster home, but so far, they haven't agreed. Maybe I could make it that way, with some nice people. I hope they try me soon. I can't wait much longer for some real sex-with a man!"
NOTE: It is obvious that Ruth's anxiety shows in her words and actions at the home for delinquent girls, to which she is confined. As long as the authorities feel that she will lead a promiscuous sex life, she has little possibilities of being released to foster parents.
It is to be hoped that Ruth will continue to study diligently, and prepare herself for the day that she will be granted freedom to make her own way in the world. Perhaps by that time, she will have gained enough maturity to control her sex appetites, and to channel her attentions and affections toward young men of her own age. Ideally, of course, she may be completely rehabilitated and emerge as a wholesome young woman to whom the sordid past will be but an unpleasant memory, as if it had been a nightmare she had when she was still a child.
We hope it ends that way for Ruth.