Case History 2
Subject: Jill A. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
When Jill came for her first visit she was an intensely disturbed young girl. She indicated that she was severely depressed and anxious. I detected schizoid tendencies. She was a seventeen-year-old girl with an ulcer that had been active for over two years. I concluded that the latter condition although physical was brought on by her psychological disturbances.
Jill was acutely anxious over an affair she was having with her married brother. Her problems began at the age of thirteen when she was seduced by her father. She was unable to sexual ties with anyone outside of her family. Her story was a fascinating study for psychological journals around the world.
"Doctor, I hardly know where to begin. When I was growing up we were a happy affectionate, open and trusting family, although after my mother died, my dad seemed to change. It was hardly noticeable at first. When mom was alive she would insist we all swim together and bathe together and often roam around the house in the nude. Quite often she would insist that dad give me a bath even when I was ten and eleven and my body was just beginning to change. At first I could sense my father was reluctant and awkward but after awhile he became more relaxed and used to the idea. When my mother had passed away I was twelve. I already had breasts and was developing pubic hairs. After my mom's death my father became noticeably distant.
I had no idea why. I often wondered whether he had blamed me for my mother's early death. He seemed to recede into himself and would have little to do with either me or my brother. The hugging and affection stopped. I now got no more than a perfunctory good night kiss on my forehead. It was such a turnabout in our relationship that I was certain that I had done something I must somehow make up for. I was determined to make my father the demonstrative, feeling, affectionate man he was before my mother's death.
With the innocence only a child could have I made overtures to my father in every imaginable way. I would take off his socks and get his slippers. I would draw his bath for him. I. would offer (as my mother had so often done when she was alive) to scrub him down in the bath. The first time I offered he vehemently declined. But he later conceded to allow me to rub him down after his bath with some alcohol. My heart jumped feeling that I had made some headway; I would not mess up the opportunity to get into my father's graces.
So for the next few months, almost a year I think, these were the only moments I was allowed to touch him or feel close to him. As time went on, although he became more noticeably relaxed, I could feel the tension disappear from under his skin as my little thirteen-year-old hands would caress and rub his big, brawny, curly body.
One night when he was especially relaxed and plesant, my hands almost unconsicously roamed to spots I had seen my mother venture to. I saw nothing harmful or degrading in this. I was just imitating what I had often seen my mother do. My hands had slipped below the towel into his ass crack. His body became unbelievably tense for the moment and I thought he was going to yell at me but he didn't.
Instead, he opened his legs a little and in almost a totally nonverbal way instructed me to continue what I was doing. I reached for the powder and worked it into his ass crack and around the ass cheeks with small circular motions of my hands. My father was moaning a little so I intensified the circular motion with my left hand and rubbed my other hand into his ass crack. He smiled and asked me in a very warm voice to stop what I was doing and get the Vaseline out of the bathroom medicine chest. His voice was the kindest it had been in two years. Although my dad didn't realize it I knew what he was going to ask me to do.
When I got back, he instructed me to put the Vaseline on my finger and work it into his ass hole. "Harder," he yelled as my unsure fingers began their task. I did this for a few minutes and then he asked me to stop. He had a strange look on his face and when he thanked me, he hugged me for the first time in almost a year and a half.
That night I went to bed happy for the first time in " a long time. When I was almost fourteen, I believe it was a few weeks after my birthday, my father was sitting in the living room watching a baseball game It was a warm humid day and he was wearing just shorts and a tee-shirt. In the old days when my mother was alive, that was considered dressy attire. I was practicing my ballet and had just stepped into the kitchen to get a cold drink.
When I passed through the living room, he smiled at me in the way he used to greet my mother when she came back from a long shopping trip. I was wearing, as I remember, a black leotard and my body was glistening with sweat, my long blond hair was matted to the top of my head. He asked me to come sit near him and his manner was affectionate yet distant. He gave me a little squeeze around my waist and asked me to go to the kitchen and get him a drink.
When I came back I sat next to him and noticed he was breathing a little heavily. When I looked down, I saw protruding from his underwear the most terrific hard-on. Although he was embarrassed, he guided my hand to it. It was long and hard and very wet with cock juice. I thought he wanted me to put it in my mouth, as I had seen my mother do, but instead he lay back on the couch, made me kneel next to him and asked me to jerk him off.
I thought it would just be like a rubdown of sorts and began to move his penis in a circular motion. He out his hand over mine and showed me how to pull lengthwise along his cock while he asked me to fondle his balls with my other hand. My father's cock was heavy and long and I had never quite seen it in this state. It was for me a beautiful experience as his cock-odor began to make me dizzy in a beautiful way.
After a few minutes, my father's voice became real stringy and breathless and he yelled at me, "Squeeze my balls hard." I was reluctant to, but just as I did that a hot thick creamy liquid came shooting out of his cock. The force that it shot out with almost frightened me. My father grinned to see my response. I was simply pleased to please him anyway that I could. What made me sad was that after intimacies such as this, my father would withdraw and become quiet and taciturn again. He would withdraw into himself as if he were afraid of me.
Although I enjoyed our new relationship, I was at this time afraid of my father, as if I felt something explosive was about to happen. After the last incident, I would now always employ this type of massage on my father and it usually gave him great satisfaction. What I still found out was that my father was still very reluctant about touching me. Sometimes I felt as if the pleasure I gave him was just the way human beings should relate to each other on a warm and friendly basis, although something made me never discuss it with my friends or relatives.
One day just before I was to go out on a date with a few friends, he came into my room for a talk. He asked me who I was going out with and if it was possible for me to break the date. I was reluctant to do this for I had been looking forward to this particular date for a while. The urgency in his request made me reconsider and I called off the date. When I got off the phone I thought I would give him one of those special massages, but was in for the surprise of my life.
He asked me to come into the living room. He told me to lie on the couch and close my eyes. I was a little frightened but excited by what was to come. He knelt down beside me and put his tongue tip into and around my ear. I felt my nipples harden and a wet substance flow from my cunt. He ran his tongue down my neck and into my mouth. He directed my tongue to parry and sway with the thrust of his and my body and began to flick it around my nipples.
I was paralyzed with pleasure. I pushed his head down not quite knowing why. He stopped at my navel, looked at me and smiled then began to rub his lips against my cunt lips. "Oh Daddy! Shit! Oh Daddy! Shit! Oh Shit! Oh my cunt, oh my cunt. Daddy my cunt my cunt!!! My cunt!!!
He was relentless. He was rubbing his beard stubbles against my cunt hairs.
"Oh! Oh! Daddy suck my cunt, my cunt, my cunt. My Daddy oh cunt! Cunt! Cunt"
My body was a lump of hot come. I felt so warm and secure. And oh oh my daddy! Heated honey fondled my body as I cradled in a pool of familiar love juice. Oh shit Daddy I'll never leave you! I'll never leave you! I'll never leave you, I thought to myself. I felt as if there was no higher pleasure in life than this and that I had reached some kind of heaven.
The usual pattern renewed itself after this with my father retreating into himself. It seemed that the deeper and more pleasure our intimacy would bring, the deeper would be his withdrawal from me.
After our last incident, I decided to play it a little coy myself and this unnerved him. He seemed off balance and awkward as I treated his coolness with a coolness of my own. He started to become a little more attentive and unsure asking me more often where I was going and who I was seeing. His interest and attention would always seem to peak at these times. I sensed something about him as if he were about to make some new maneuver, to regain the lead in our game of one-upmanship.
One rainy Tuesday, he had stayed home from the office. Although he wasn't really sick, I asked if he needed a doctor. "No," he smiled, a nurse was more what he had in mind. He half dragged me to the couch where he ripped the two top buttons off my blouse. He bored his head into my stomach and began to rip my underwear with his teeth and then ripped them off except for the elastic band around my waist. He began to nuzzle my cunt and gently pull on my pubic hairs with his teeth. My loins were aching and ready for him to suck his pretty baby's cunt and that is just what he had in mind but this time he mounted me and directed his cock into my mouth.
His cock head was wet and gleaming red with a bead of come slipping from his slit. I wet his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue along its length as I've seen many a businessman do to a cigar. I took his cock out of my mouth and sucked on each ball until he cried with pleasure as he sucked me till I was insane.
I came first and was sucking on his feverish swelling cock until it was almost ready to explode. "Go my little baby," he yelled, "Go my little baby. Suck Daddy's-cock like a good girl. Suck it suck it suck it oh oh oh oh oh Jill suck it, suck it Jill suck. Ahhh! Oh!"
After we lay in the afterglow of our excess we became affectionate and friendly. I knew now that I would never be with another man. I would never want anyone else. I was daddy's slave again for there was no cock in the world I could suck that had given me life. I was hooked and daddy knew it. I could tell from the way he lit his cigarette and asked me to get him a beer.
Daddy and I were dating quite regularly now and Saturday we had planned a drive in the country. Daddy knew a beach off the private beaches, that was completely isolated. When we got there, there wasn't a soul on the beach and the water was bathtub warm. We both took a dip and came out wet and refreshed. Daddy suggested we not use the towels and dry off in the sun. We rubbed each other in suntan oil and lay back to sizzle in the sun.
After about five minutes, I was almost ready to sleep. I felt daddy undoing the sides of my bikini bottom. His voice was strange and distant as he told me it was about time that it came to this. I was a little embarrassed that somehow someone would see us and something in me half wanted it.
He mounted and put a finger in my cunt hole repeatedly, asking me if his little baby was ready. When my cunt juice was running down my leg he forced his hand into the hole with a ramming motion. In and out, in and out. Why daddy? Why? His fist almost up in me and I though he would continue up to his elbow. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! My juices were matting the hair on his arm. He withdrew his fist and inserted his cock halfway then stopped short. "Yipe, Oh shit, Yipe. Oh! Oh! He was splitting me in half!
The sky was changing colors. I felt like I was blacking out. Shit! Shit! Shit! My hands were digging into the sand. Daddy reassured me that he wouldn't hurt me. He withdrew his delicious stretcher and spit on it to make it moist. When he reinserted his cement cock, I was less afraid and more able to accommodate him. Damn, it must have been nine inches long but felt like twelve. It was so thick across the middle it was more log than cock.
How's my baby like it, huh? Oh, daddy I love it slam it in! Ooh! Slam it in! Ooh! Slam it in! With my readiness he rose to the occasion and banged me into the sand until I came like a Diesel with a horn blowing in my ear. At this point in our relationship, daddy nor I was playing it cool. I convinced him to stop going to work and he convinced me to stop going to school. Convince, actually was not the right word. We fucked and sucked in every room of the house and then we would play daddy and daughter again.
He was becoming frighteningly possessive now and saw threats and dangers everywhere. It got to the point where he would not let me go to the store! We were getting notes from the school and when the truant officer showed up, daddy punched him in the nose. I was beginning to think that maybe daddy was flipping out.
As I said before, our appetites knew no bounds and we were fucking all over the place. One afternoon as daddy was ramming me against the living room wall, my best friend, Ginny, walked in on us. "Sonofabitch!" she said before she passed out. I went and got her a cold drink from the kitchen. I tried to convince her when she came to me that it was a recurring acid trip that made her see what she saw, but she wasn't buying it.
Holy Shit! was all she could say for about twenty minutes. Now Ginny had sorta been around but of course the idea of me. and my father was a bit overwhelming for her. She had once mentioned screwing her eleven-year-old cousin when she was twelve under the summer beach house, but this was too much. After she calmed down, I began to talk to her and explain how my father and I were just doing what other people repress most of their lives.
She relaxed and began to ogle Dad. I kind of sensed what was coming and had to play along to molify her.
She began to strip and do a belly dance much to my father's enjoyment. His cock was perched and ready. She and dad slipped into the bedroom and were fucking up a storm when I returned. I got on the bed and without annoying them, put some honey in the crack of Ginny's ass and began to make like a bear.
At first Ginny was uncomfortable but the honey and shit were freaking me out and her and dad were grinding away. It was nice to watch dad screw another woman and I was getting real hot. After dad relaxed, I got some more honey and Ginny and I were eating each other out on the bed. I had about three orgasms and celebrated my new discovery. After some fried chicken and beer, we were ready to start up the party again.
For dessert, we really hit the top. We switched from the bed to the floor where we had more room to maneuver. While dad was fucking me, I was sucking Ginny's cunt (I was addicted by now) and dad was licking her tits. Bang! Fuck! Ball juice, cunt juice, tits, cock, balls, pussy. We were flipping out. The room was a bouquet of sex.
Ginny's cunt lips were pressed to my mouth. Dad's cock digging into my womb and dad's tongue whipping Ginny's tits. The three of us were ready to die. After we got tired of that, we decided one more fling and we would call it a night.
I was sent out to the store and returned with a giant sized dildo. Dad and I tied Ginny to the bed, hands and feet. After we licked ice cream out of her cunt, and off her tits, she was properly juiced. Dad slipped under her and wedged his cock into her ass hole. I attached the dildo greased it with mayonnaise and rammed it full speed ahead. Ginny was making out-of-body noises like she was on another planet and we (me and dad) were really nailing her pretty good. We were all smelling pretty good and Ginny let out a frightening scream and came, but so did my older brother, unexpected, from his out of town college, just as we all dismounted. This was going to be tough to explain!
When dad died suddenly of a heart attack, I was a freshman at the University. Traveling home for the funeral, it struck me that each time there had been an important death in my life, I somehow felt a keen sense of accusation. My brother and his newly acquired wife greeted me at the airport. Their tone was one of sombre, tolerant persecution. I wondered how much my brother had told his new wife and what my brother planned to do with me now that dad was gone. Another gaping hole in my life, but there really was no one kind person I could turn to to ease my grief. During the programmed eulogy, I was tempted to yell out "He also had a great cock by the way," but was afraid and uncertain how my brother would react. After all the funeral hoopla we drove home silently in our rented cadillac.
I wanted to tell my brother and his wife to screw off but I just didn't have the courage. Outside of the family I never seemed able to develop any real relationships. I resigned myself to the fact that I was at their mercy. We had moved into dad's house and my brother informed me in his shit-hole way, that we had to have a serious talk to discuss my future..
It was decided that for the time being, I would stay with them. Although my brother could not afford to pay my tuition at the University he felt obliged to offer me room and board. Although he offered the help, I could not avoid detecting a tone of disgust in both their attitudes toward me. I hoped it would somehow change.
The first five weeks passed by uneventfully. My brother worked and my sister-in-law and myself stayed out of each other's way. One morning she asked me if I would help her with the laundry. I jumped at the opportunity because I wanted to get close to her. She was an attractive girl with light blue eyes and frizzy hair. She was small but with very good proportions to her body. As I began to unload the dirty wash into the washer, the aroma of her musky underwear and brassiers began to get me hot. I was beginning to get ideas but suspected that Tina was very straight.
I was afraid to start anything. Around the house she often wore a real old pair of dungarees ripped at the crotch and a snug workshirt that revealed nicely her ample and inviting bosom. When she moved toward the washer, I put ray arm around her neck for an innocent hug but kissed her on the lips.
She pulled back at first but I persisted and shot my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues were dancing now and I began to unbutton her work shirt, burrowing my face into her beautiful mommy breasts. She smelled beautiful and I could tell this was her first time with a chick. She kept looking at me, asking me to guide and instruct her. After she removed her dungarees, we locked lips and I traveled down to her cunt.
Cunt juice splattered the kitchen floor; we were both freaking out and I unfolded her cunt lips and was lashing her tit with my tongue.
Just as she came, the washer made a jerky noise and shifted into rinse; she got up to get detergent for another load. Although Tina had enjoyed herself, I sat in my room that night wondering if she would tell my brother. About one o'clock I heard an argument break out. I heard a face get slapped and a door slam. Needless to say, I was shitting a brick. My brother kicked open the door and was holding a thick plastic belt. He ordered me to strip but then changed his mind and ripped off my pajamas himself.
"Whore! Whore! Cunt-sucking slut, cunt lapping whore, slut," he yelled as the belt tingled my buttocks and thighs. "Cunt lapping whore bitch," he yelled. He was practically foaming at the mouth. He did not let up with the belt which I was now beginning to enjoy.
He sensed this and grabbed me by the neck and dragged me to the kitchen. I thought he was going to carve me up but he slammed open the refrigerator door and shoved my head into the second shelf. There was no way of avoiding it, so I began to eat the strawberry shortcake he pushed me into. He reached for the Reddi-whip and squeezed it into my ass.
When he entered my asshole it hurt, Oh hell, what pain, I couldn't catch my breath. I had never had an ass-fuck before and my hole was bleeding and raw. Toward the end, his thrusts became meaner and stronger and was repeatedly bumping my head against the back of the fridge.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah! Ah! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!" He pulled me out, beat me with the plastic belt again and I went limping to bed.
That's when my problems began, doctor. You see we all get along fine. Tina and I are reaching heights of pleasure I never imagined. And my brother is kind now and very attentive, but this is very embarrassing. I just can't, I mean I don't know how to tell him, that is you see I, maybe you can help me find a way that is, truthfully, I don't like anal intercourse and it's the only way he travels. What am I gonna do?!? What am I gonna do?"