Case History 2
Subject: Virginia R. Age: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Virginia Was an unusually attractive girl who looked much older than she was. She had a body that was not especially developed, but her face was striking and she was more careful than most young women about her dress. It was coincidental that a remark I made about her lovely slacks and jacket, on her first visit to me, proved to be the question that brought her to reveal the reason for her seeking help.
Virginia had been seduced by her father two years earlier. She had been unusually close to him since her mother's death, and it was her father's wish that she dress as close to the way her mother had dressed. In every way, Virginia had been or had tried to be a good daughter. Her torment came when she was seduced at age fifteen, because, she explained almost tearfully, she had felt a strong desire of her own for her father.
Her desire to be a good daughter had mushroomed into a twisted passion to satisfy her father's lusts, which, because of his own loneliness and her obvious youth and attractiveness, were powerful and demanding.
I asked Virginia to relax and to tell me in as much detail as possible, of what had transpired initially, when her father had seduced her, so that I could get a clear idea of how things developed from there and led to her present entrapment in her incestuous relationship.
Daddy was very despondent after Mom died. He'd go to work, come home, have dinner with me and then watch TV before going to bed. I guess that I had always been closer to my Dad than to my mother and it really hurt me to see him like this. One evening, after Dad had sat for a couple of hours in the living room, he went up to bed. He hadn't even watched TV that night, and I guess he had been very down. I felt sick watching what was becoming of him and I went up to his bedroom. For three weeks, I hadn't so much as gone out on a date with a fellow, for fear of what Dad might do if he were home all alone with memories of Mom. I felt lonely and sad, too. I guess there were tears in my eyes when I went up to Daddy's room. Anyway, I sure felt awful.
I knocked at the door, and then Dad asked me to come in. It wasn't locked, so I just pushed it open and walked inside. Dad was sitting on the bed in his underwear. He looked up at me and smiled. I felt happy to see him smile, and I smiled at him.
"Hi, honey," I said.
I just walked over to Dad and fell down on my knees beside him. "Daddy," I said, "Oh, Daddy, I'm so worried about you."
"Now, now, baby, doll," my father said. He stroked my hair. "I just feel like I want to be alone sometimes to think, that's all."
"Do you want me to go?" I asked my father.
"No, honey, I want you here with Daddy, if you want to be," he said softly.
"Of course, Daddy," I said. "Of course I want to be with you."
Then I got up and I sat on my father's lap. It was the first time I had done that since I was a child, and it felt good to be held. After all, I had been lonely and hurt because of Mommy's death, also.
Well, I guess I had grown quite a bit since those days when I had been a child, because I could tell that Dad was holding me like a woman, not like his little girl. And I, well, to be honest, I felt like it was a man holding me, not my father, and that felt a little strange, and good.
"Honey, you're all Daddy's got now," my father whispered in my ear. "You're the only lady of the house, and the only thing Daddy's really got to love."
I snuggled close to my father's body and encircled him with my arms. "Oh, Dad, I need you, too," I said. I just wanted to be close, to feel held, and safe and wanted.
I was wearing a flimsy robe over my bra and panties, and as I leaned forward against my Dad the front of the robe kind of fell open, baring my tits and my naked body. The bra was only one of these newer plunging types and well, I guess I hadn't even been aware of what I was showing my Dad.
My father leaned his head against me. "Oh, my Virginia," he said. And I felt his head rub the top of my tit. Well, what shocked me was not that my father had unintentionally touched my tits-I'm sure it was not intentional-but that a sudden flush of, well, of warmth and desire overtook me. I involuntarily pressed closer against him. He raised his head to look into my face and his lips brushed against my nipple, sending a charge of heat through my body.
I knew that I should just kiss him, then get up and go downstairs to my own room, after I said goodnight. But, well, Doctor, I held my Daddy tighter, and I kissed him hard. "I need you Daddy," I said. "I really need you. I'm upset because Mom died, too. I feel so really scared and I feel lonely."
My Daddy kissed my cheek. I kissed him again and then I was embracing him. I felt him respond and his arms encircled my body. I arched my back while I sat in his lap, and my tits just offered themselves. Then, before I knew all that was happening, my father's mouth was over my tit. It was as though he was kissing and sucking it at the same time, and it felt so good.
I sat there in Daddy's lap letting him kiss my tits and fondle my tits with his hands. I knew we should stop, but I couldn't help myself.
I twisted against Daddy and urged his hungry kisses on. Then I felt it under my ass! Oh, my father's cock had gotten as stiff and hard as a wooden pole. I felt it busting through the front of his undershorts and pressing against the crack of my ass.
I started to arise while Daddy kept kissing and feeling me. I turned slowly so that my standing wouldn't shake his arms free of my body. As if I'd wanted him to let go! I felt my pussy get juicy and wet from his feeling me up, and I was only aware that my Daddy had a piping hot cock and that my pussy needed a fucking!
"Oh, Virginia," My Dad moaned as we embraced again. He was standing up beside me. "I want your hot young body," he groaned as his feeling and rubbing became more intense and passionate.
"Oh, Daddy," I sighed, and I let myself grind slowly against him, tantalizing his excited dick even more. My belly rubbed against the hard pole protruding from the front of my Daddy's shorts and I felt my Dad's shorts become wet and sticky where the head of his hot prick was jutting out.
My hand went to his prick. Oh, my Daddy had the biggest, hardest prick I ever touched. Sure, I made out with guys, and plenty of them had big peckers. But Daddy's was the biggest rod that I ever toyed with my hands. And it just stood out against the material of his shorts while I fondled it. I imagined that big prick going into my fuck hole and that made me hotter than ever.
"Oh, Daddy, it's like a rock. It's so hard, Daddy, and it's so strong," I groaned while he felt me up more and while I played with his hot member he spoke.
"Virginia, you're making me crazy. You've got such a body!" my Dad said. I guess it was just that my body was hot and young and that I was so fucking horny and hungry for sex that made Dad feel I had such a terrific shape. Actually, I felt I was just average, but when Daddy got my tits and my pussy going, I was hotter than any perfectly molded sex goddess. Like I thought I was going to bust out of my skin. Dad sure was doing everything right to make me want to get fucked.
We rolled back and fell on the bed, me practically twisting out of my skin for Daddy's hard prick and Daddy just about to shoot off like a geyser. My father fumbled frantically with my robe, my bra and my panties. I was groaning and writhing against him as he took off my scanty clothes and then covered my body with his passionate hands and lustful kisses.
My hands were holding my Dad's balls and his prick, and he was going crazy trying to make me open wide enough for his dick to go in.
"Please, Virginia, please!" he said.
Well, I all but wrapped my legs around Daddy once his shorts were off. And then he went in. His hot, burning prick must have been at least seven inches long and if he had waited a second longer to plunge it into my fuck hole, it probably would have exploded.
We both groaned as he stuck it into me. Everything in me tightened up and I held Daddy with my arms and my legs and then he popped his nuts.
Daddy's prick fired off a stream of milky come that tore my belly apart. I felt that hot milk like it was molten love, and Daddy just kept shooting like his balls had been filled with cream for weeks. Well, they had been, I guess. Daddy hadn't had any sex with Mom when she took ill and it was a few weeks since she died.
"Give it all to me, Daddy," I groaned. "Let me have your cock. Give it to me, Daddy. Give it to me."
Dad had shot half his load when I came. Oh, I had never felt so good before. I just came and came and then Dad's cock and balls had done their job and his prick was soft again. Even the guys half Daddy's age who I had dated and sometimes petted with, never popped a load like my father did. And no prick ever satisfied me like Daddy's big, hard joystick.
It started that way.
That night I returned to my room. Daddy and I didn't speak or even mention what had happened at all. But, I guess unconsiously, we both knew that we had loved it, and we knew we wanted more.
Early next morning Daddy knocked on my bedroom door.
"Virginia," he said when he entered, "last night, well, I want to say-"
I ran to my father. I knew what he was going to say, but I couldn't stand to hear it. Daddy had always been such a good father to me and I was so confused, I just didn't want to hear him feeling sorry or regretful. I guess I felt a little guilty also but I wanted to just drown those emotions out. The two of us had been through so much together since Mom had died.
"Dad, please don't say anything," I said, hugging him. I had only my panties on and I held him real close, pressing my head against his chest. "Everything's all right, Daddy," I said. "Everything's going to always be all right. Please, Daddy, don't-"
And we were holding and hugging each other. I just couldn't help what I felt. My father's body made me think of last night and I felt so close to him, I felt so hungry for him.
"Daddy, I want you always," I said and I reached up for his face and kissed him. He embraced me and we began to kiss and excite each other again.
"Virginia you're Daddy's little girl," my father said. "You're a fine young woman now.
Just the kind of woman a man needs, dear," he said. And before we could think, we were grinding with each other and enjoying the excitement of our bodies rubbing together. I felt Dad's cock getting stiff as a rock again. I felt my own body just yearning for that lusty kind of fucking Daddy had given me yesterday. My nipples were erect as little diamonds, and my hole was wet and ready for Daddy's pole to enter.
"Oh, Virginia, you've got me crazy for you. I bet all the boys that know you want to give it to you, don't they, honey?"
The thought of my father being aware of me being fucked or felt up by other guys got me more excited. This was like Daddy getting what all the other guys had taken, only really getting more. After all, the other guys had to date me, and take me places, and so on. But my Daddy just took me and fucked me. He just fucked the belly off me! And I was really making Daddy happy. I could tell the way his rod stood up, and I knew that the way he fucked the shit out of me last night he was really horny for me.
I took Dad's cock in my hand and rubbed it. He was moaning with pleasure, and I felt the throbbing, rock-hard cock begin to leak some cream from its head. I knew that meant Daddy was ready to empty the big load into me and I kneeled down to slip his shorts off. But when I did, he put his hands behind my head and pressed my face down against his erect member.
"It's up for you, honey," Daddy whispered hoarsely. "It's standing up for your sweet, soft touch, baby," he said.
I knew what he wanted. Once, before, I had sucked off a guy on a date. He was nothing special, really, and I only did it to get the horny creep off me. After all, I knew that he wanted to get into my pants but I also knew that I could satisfy him by emptying his horny nuts with my mouth. It was my convenience, not his pleasure, that concerned me. But now, I knew, I really cared about Daddy. He wanted a suck job. He wanted his sexy young daughter to pipe him. He wanted to thrust his hard, stiff yearning prick into my mouth and fire off a pint of gism. Well, Daddy's wish was my duty. That's how I took it. I wanted to make him happy. And he had gotten me so fucking hot with his roving, feeling hands, and his kisses and his grinding, that I'd have sucked off a football team while he stood on and watched, if that was what he wanted me to do. My cunt was practically dripping with love juice.
Daddy's shorts were off and my hands gently caressed his balls. I had long nails and I used them to tantalize my Dad by playing teasingly with his hairy nuts while I kissed the tip of his long cock. His groaning and moaning told me that I was sending shivers of pleasure through every inch of his body. And I was getting hotter by the second, just thinking about all of Daddy's milk shooting off into my mouth!
I was hot and horny like some cheap little tramp who gets passed around at parties and I looked up at Daddy seductively. "You've got some cock, Daddy," I said. "You've got the kind of prick I need to keep me happy and satisfied. I want lots of your fucking every day."
My words really got Daddy crazy, and he spread his legs wide apart so that I could get hold of every delicious inch of his pecker. I giggled and opened my mouth wide. Then I leaned forward and let that rock-hard, piping hot prick of Daddy's just slide right back into my mouth. He moaned like he was going to pass out and I felt his body shudder with pleasure as I started to suck him.
Daddy stood still with his legs wide apart and I was kneeling right down in front of him, moving my head forward and backward, back and forth, making every square inch of my father's prick tingle with passionate delight. My mouth filled with saliva and I knew that the wet warmth of my lips and mouth were bringing Daddy's balls to their boiling point. I knew that my sucking would make Daddy's prick pop off a king-sized load that would probably choke me. But I was so fucking hot, I only wanted to keep sucking and sucking and sucking my father's stiff prick!
"Oh, Virginia," Daddy moaned. "You're making me go out of my mind."
Then suddenly a sharp squirt of scum shot into the roof of my mouth and I knew that I had sent Daddy into another fit of ecstasy. The jets of cream just didn't stop. I think I had gotten Daddy so fucking hot with me sucking and dick-teasing, that I drained a week's supply of come out of his balls. His prick just fired off his load in continuing squirts. I felt my own pussy juice dripping down the top part of my thigh and I knew that my Daddy was going to have to fuck me six times to end this burning hunger in me.
When his cock was emptied of all the cream he had to give me. Daddy's prick became soft and wet, and I let it slip out of my mouth. He was in a sort of light-headed reverie, and he sat lazily down on the bedroom floor. I coughed a little and wiped the white scum from the edge of my mouth. Most of it, I had swallowed. Shit, it shot so fucking hard into my mouth that I didn't have any choice. It practically shot right down my throat as my Daddy came.
That day we fucked and sucked each other two more times. Daddy was love-starved, and I was turning into the kind of sex slave that got horny at the mere thought of a prick-my father's prick at that!
There's no point in saying that I only wanted to please my father. My father satisfied me. He fucked me like no guy my own age had ever even dreamed of fucking me. And his prick was the most luscious prick I ever saw, fondled or sucked off. I really felt all horny and excited every time Daddy's image came into my mind. I just felt that cock going into me, through me, and pumping off that creamy hot love juice, and I knew I had to have Daddy, and to keep having him.
During the next two weeks, I went out on one date. My father had told me to do so and although I really felt no desire to be with this guy I went out with, I went anyway. Maybe Dad felt guilty. I don't know. But he did want me to date some guys my own age, he had said.
My date and I went to a movie. I was wearing a real short skirt and I guess this guy took it for a come-on. I certainly had become less inhibited about my body since, well, since my father and I began to fuck each other.
When we were sitting in the theater, this guy leaned forward and put his hand on my thigh. The skirt was so short when I sat that he was only touching my stocking. My skirt had risen really high. I felt a little amused. Then he took my hand and brought it across the seat to his lap. He pressed it gently against his member. Well, that was no surprise. I knew he had a hard-on. Did he expect to shock me?
"See what you did?' the kid said. Then he kind of arched up so that I could feel his pecker trying to come through his pants.
Oh, this guy was too much, I thought. His prick was not even half as big or hard as Daddy's.
"Now what's what?" I said sarcastically. This seemed to get him a little excited.
"You know what it is," he smiled. Then he started to unzip his fly there in the theater. He pulled my hand to his peter so that I could feel his pubic hair and the bulge of his member, as he tried to press it against my hand.
This guy was irritating me. I know now that it wasn't his fault and I know I shouldn't have done this.
I leaned a little over to my date and I touched his pole gently. "It's really hard, isn't it?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah," he panted.
"Well, are you almost ready to shoot?" I teased, and I pressed his cock for a second when I said it.
"Sure I am, Virginia," he said. "You know how you make me feel, don't you?" he asked.
"Oh, sure, I do," I said. "But I need a man, not a boy," I said. "Now why don't you just stuff that thing right back in your pants and take it home to Mother."
Then I grabbed my jacket and I got up and left.
I know it was just awful of me to do that, but I guess I just felt a little angry because Daddy had asked me to actually go out with another guy-a kid-and he didn't understand that I just wanted him. Of course, Daddy was right and that's why I'm here, Doctor. But it seemed then that the only thing I needed, the only thing that could satisfy me, was my father's dick, in my pussy or in my mouth. It just had to be Daddy's.
When I went home that evening, I found Daddy sitting alone in the kitchen. He told me to go out with a guy my own age, and here he sits, waiting for me. Well, I knew how he felt.
"How come you're home so early, Virginia?" my father asked me. "Anything wrong?"
"No, Daddy, nothing's wrong," I said. I walked over to him and he stood up and hugged me.
"Daddy," I said, "I want to be with you.
Daddy understood. He always did. And I guess even though he knew we were doing something wrong, he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. After dinner, we went into the living room to see some TV.
We sat on the couch together. I had undressed, and the only thing I was wearing was a filmy type of house robe. I knew that Daddy was looking at me and I knew what he was thinking, because when I glanced at him lying back on the couch with his hard-on bulging in his pants, the only thing I could think of was to fuck. To feel my Daddy's prick fucking and fucking and fucking the shit out of me. That's all I wanted. That's all I felt.
I lounged back enticingly in the semi-lit living room and used the remote control to turn off the set. "Love me, Daddy," I said simply. Oh, shit, how I needed that father of mine to give me lots of cock. I felt my body responding to the thought of him feeling me up almost as I actually responded to his hands on my tits and my ass. I felt like I was going to melt, I was getting so fucking hot.
My Daddy had arisen, and was walking over to me with that beautiful big prick of his making that tent in his pants rise even higher.
"I've got a lot for you tonight, baby," my father said.
"How much?" I teased. Boy, it hadn't taken me long to become a real temptress for my Daddy!
Then he was beside me oh the couch, leaning over the end where I sat. I was laughing hoarsely as my body anticipated the delights of the fucking I was now going to get.
I reached for his cock. I unzipped his pants, and let them fall to the floor. My Daddy's king-sized member just stood right out and I leaned forward and kissed it. Then I caressed it again, softly, teasingly, to make him yearn for more and then I leaned forward and let the whole giant rod slide into my mouth. My Daddy just leaned forward against me and he groaned as his prick received the delights of my eager, passionate lips and mouth.
"More, baby," Daddy moaned with pleasure. I pulled him forward with my hands behind his ass and I spread my legs wide before his body so that he could see how much I burned with desire for that succulent tool I was sucking.
I slid it out of my mouth and his prick was wet with saliva. The tip dripped with come. Daddy's prick was so fucking hard I think I could have broken it off if I'd wanted to. "Ohhh, Daddy," I moaned while I held that steaming pecker of his in my hands. "It tastes so good." Then I let it glide right back into its place between my hot lips and back into my mouth. I pumped on his rod while I accumulated saliva in my mouth and Daddy could hardly stay in his skin, he was getting so hot. Then, I deliberately took it from my mouth again, just to delay that moment of bliss that was coming. When I saw the look of raw pleasure and lust on my Dad's face as I held that rock of his in my hands, my pussy's love juice began to run like a river. I smiled up at my father and let my nails play with the underside of his balls.
"Please, Virginia, finish me off! Baby, finish me off, you're making me crazy!"
"Will you fuck me good, Daddy, after I suck it all?" I asked. Then I kissed his rock again and slid it once, back and forth, into my mouth.
"Oh, baby, Virginia, I'm going to hump that sexy little belly off you when I get my prick into your sweet young fuck hole again!" my Daddy cried. I saw that he was worked up to a frenzy, and that he'd shoot off like a garden hose in a few seconds, whether or not I piped the rest out of him. I was so fucking horny just looking at how hot I'd made my Daddy. I practically swallowed that red hot member of his cock, I just rammed it right back into my mouth and sucked like I had never sucked before. I dropped one hand to my dripping pussy and started to finger myself. Shit, it felt like everything was lighting up when my Daddy's balls exploded and set those burning hot, salty jets of gism shooting into my mouth.
I think I came as strong as Daddy did, that time, and he just kept shooting off jets of milk like his prick had an extra tank.
We fucked like two horny pigs two more times that night and I swear the next morning I couldn't walk straight. My Daddy had fucked me so much I was bow-legged.
Well, I've not gone out on so much as a single date with any other fellow, Doctor. It's just me and Daddy's cock, every night, and sometimes during the day when I don't have classes at college and Daddy doesn't have to work.
You see, I feel, although I know it's not right, that Daddy is all I want. Really. When I'm getting fucked by that father of mine I just know that he's for me and that I couldn't live without that prick of his in my mouth or in my pussy. I just couldn't.
Recently, Daddy's insisted that I dress like an older woman. I know that it's because I must remind him of Mom when I do. And I guess that that was the final straw, so to speak, and it's what had just brought me face to face with the fact that I need help. I think Daddy and I both need help, but I'd never dare say that to him.
At that point I reminded Virginia that her evaluation of the circumstances was not necessary or desirable. She should merely tell me what had transpired, and forget such ideas as right and wrong, or good and bad. I emphasized that I was not here to judge her or her father. My wish was only to help her.
Well, the only thing that comes to mind, that I need to tell you, Doctor, is what occurred last night. It frightened me.
Daddy and I began to caress and play with each other as well usual and we fucked. And then I realized that Daddy wasn't satisfied. No, he wanted to do it again. Right after we finished. And, well, Doctor, so did I. I was just so damn hot that I could think of nothing but fucking off with Daddy. I know that this could kill my father if he keeps this mad sex-desire alive. And if this continues with me, then I know that I'll be the one who's responsible. And, now, well, now Daddy's doing it to me in the ass, also. He says that I have the youngest, sweetest ass and that he really feels excited when he pops off his nuts in my asshole.
My Dad did it to me like that last night. He gave it to me in the ass right after we balled each other like crazy for an hour. Then he just fell off to sleep, and I was thinking, seriously, that I just had to do something to end this.
You see, I loved it when my father humped my ass. It was so great, such a hot, satisfying feeling. Well, I want him to fuck me, and I want him to give me his cock in the ass, and I love to suck off his prick as often as I can.
There's no point in kidding you or anyone, Doctor. I feel just like Daddy and I are prisoners in the same trap. We've become so damn horny that whenever we're alone in the house together we start to think of fucking and sucking.
I can't concentrate on my school work and Daddy has taken too many days off from work just to be home in bed, fucking the shit out of me. And I love it. I tease my father. I walk around the house in suggestive nightgowns and sometimes I'll even put on a lowcut blouse and a miniskirt, just to cock-tease my own father.
Virginia, at this point, broke down in tears.