Case History 7
SUBJECT: Janet Q. AGE: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Janet was a tall, willowy girl with a mature face framed in a pert, page-boy type of hairstyle. She wore a tight sweater which clung deliriously to her two large, already-developed breasts and her short mini-skirt displayed her long, lovely legs which were deeply tanned. She was, all in all, a very attractive girl who was already very much a woman.
But young Janet had a problem which was posing a dire threat to her peace of mind. It involved jealousy, spanking and lust. But most of all, it involved that most ancient of sexual taboos, incest.
Janet came to see me of her own volition.
When I ushered her into my office she appeared to be already quite upset. I tried to reassure her that there was nothing to be scared or ashamed of and I told her to start wherever she felt more comfortable. She lay down on my couch, close her eyes and began to tell me all about it.
"Well, Doctor, I guess I should tell you about what my life was like when I was a younger girl. Especially from the time I was ten on.
Well, I was pretty happy as a little girl. I never had any brothers or sisters but my mom and dad got along real well and our family was very close.
But then, when I was ten, my mom got cancer. At first we thought that she might be able to fight it. She went in for treatments a lot. Sometimes she'd be gone for weeks at a time.
I remember when I was little then, that my dad used to tell me that my mother was going on a trip. I used to miss her a lot, but it was okay because every few weeks she'd be home again and it would be like old times. But then I remember when Daddy told me one day, with tears in his eyes, that Mommy had gone on a real long trip and that she was never coming back again.
Well, Daddy and I both cried almost all night. It wasn't like I knew that she was dead or anything. But the idea that she wasn't coming back to see me made me real sad.
I remember, too, that that was the first night I slept with Daddy. I huddled up real close to him and put my little arms around his neck and we cried each other to sleep.
You know, I think he missed Mommy as much as I did, if not more. He was really lonely and lost without her.
Well, after that night, Daddy and I started sleeping together a lot. In the same bed, I mean. Nothing sexual ever happened between us, not for years after.
Well, from then on I was Daddy's little girl and he spoiled me rotten. It was as if I was taking the place of my mother. Nothing was too good for me. I had the best clothes, I went to the best schools and I traveled with the best people. I had everything I always wanted. He even bought me a sports car for my fifteenth birthday, and I didn't even know how to drive yet!
But there was a catch. I hardly had any freedom. Daddy kept such a close watch over me that I was almost a prisoner.
I mean, he wouldn't let me go out with any guys until I was almost fifteen. And even then, he had to personally screen every one of them to find out whether or not he was going to be good enough for me. And when I did go out, we had to outline every little detail of what we were going to do and where we were going to do it.
I always had to be home by midnight.
And when I did get home, he'd just about give me the third degree about what I'd done. For example, if I went out to dinner I had to tell him what I ate, what the place was like inside, what the waiter looked like and jazz like that.
And if I went to a movie (of course, none of them could be R or X-rated) I had to tell him what the plot was like, who was in it, even where I sat in the theater.
I loved him and I liked the way he spoiled me, but he was treating me like a dictator. I realize that, after losing my mother, I was all the poor man had left. That's why he was being so over-protective of me.
But really, Doctor, it was stifling! I had no freedom at all.
In fact, he was really even picky about letting me sleep over at my girlfriends' houses.
Finally, I'd had it! Mary Ann, my best friend, was having a big slumber party for the girls in class. In the beginning, he refused to let me go. But I wasn't about to stand around and let him keep me chained down for the rest of my life.
So I started to yell and scream at him. Well, I'd never done it before and it took both of us by surprise. Then, even while I kept on yelling at him, I started to cry. I felt kind of bad.
But then I looked up and I noticed that tears were rolling out of my dad's eyes, too. He was looking at me real funny, like, kind of happy and kind of sad.
"You're just like your mother when she used to get mad," he told me. Then he decided he'd let me go to the party after all.
Well, after that for a long time he never bugged me anymore about where I was going or with who or any of that stuff. He even started to let me stay out until one in the morning.
And it's a good thing, too, because the night of Mary Ann's slumber party is when I met Bill. And my whole life sure changed after that!
Bill is one of the teachers at our school. His class in English Lit is -probably the most popular one in the whole curriculum. And not just because Bill is such a good teacher, which he is. The main reason, though, is that just about every girl in the school has a wild crush on him.
Well, up to that night, I'd hardly ever had any experience with men. I have to admit, my dad's surveillance had done the job. Only two guys had been able to fuck me up till then, and I was really the one who fucked them.
One of them, my first, was taking me to a movie. Well, fortunately there was a long line outside the theater. I told this guy-his name was Bill, too-that the same movie was playing in a drive-in only a short drive away.
We ended up going there. I practically forced him into the back seat of his car. We made out for awhile and then I undid his zipper and pulled it out of his pants. Then I pulled up my dress and pulled off my panties and I sat down right in his lap.
After a few pushes, he came. It was the first time for both of us. I think he probably enjoyed it more than I did, but that was okay because at least I wasn't a virgin anymore.
The second guy happened at one of the dances at school. I go to an all-girls prep school but every month we have a dance where we invite the guys from the boys' schools in the area.
Well, I met this one guy named Kent. He was kind of cute, but actually he was kind of conceited and thought he was even better looking than he really was.
And besides that, he thought he was a real operator, and real man with the ladies.
Well, it ended up that after a few dances he asked me to walk out to his car. He said he had a bottle of vodka out there and that we could get drunk. Well, there were a lot of chaperones around so it wasn't easy to sneak out but we managed it. Then when we got out to his car, he took out the bottle. I don't really like liquor, so I didn't drink much.
But Kent sure did! After a few swallows, he started to act drunk. We were sitting in his car and he started to make out with me and he started to feel-up my tits.
But that was fine with me! Like I said, he was kind of cute and I had no desire to stop him from doing anything he wanted to me.
But all the jerk did was kiss me and feel my tits under my dress. Hell, he didn't even touch my bare skin or anything!
Maybe he was too drunk. I really think he was even more inexperienced than me, if that were possible.
So I decided that I'd take the initiative. I began to undo his pants, and I took his hand and place it on my thighs. I started wiggling my loins against him.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked me when I pulled his cock free and began to run my hand up and down his shaft.
"I'm getting you hard so that you can fuck me!" I told him.
Well, he could hardly even believe it! Before he even knew what hit him, I pulled him over on top of me, took his cock in my hand and shoved it up my pussy. Well, it was so funny, in a way, because he didn't know what to do next. So I locked my ankles around his ass and started to move around my hips and hump my thighs over his crotch.
I don't know what it is about me, Doc, but I just seemed to catch on immediately to what fucking was all about. I felt that if I moved around in the right way that Kent would catch on.
Well, after a couple of seconds he got the idea and he started to slide his cock up into my pussy. But he no sooner got it into me than he came. Hell, he was even a worse fuck than the guy in the drive-in.
But then came the night of the slumber party and my first experience with Bill.
Well, like I told you, Doc, Bill was the most popular teacher in the school. He was tall and good-looking but what excited all the girls more than that was that Bill was an older man. He was about thirty-five or so and his hair was turning a bit gray at the temples. He was very distinguished and erotic looking. It was really an experience to sit through one of his classes. The way he talked, the way his eyes looked right into yours, the way he'd sit right down on your desk sometimes when he lectured.. .ohhhh, sometimes I cream in my pants just thinking about him!
Well, since all the girls in the school felt this way about him, Mary Ann decided that it would be far out if we invited him over to the party for awhile. Since Mary Ann was too shy, I volunteered. My heart was beating a million miles a second when I went up to him after class. I was pretty damned nervous, but I was also pretty excited, too.
I told Bill that on behalf of the other girls, I was inviting him over to Mary Ann's that night. Her parents would be gone until eleven so I told him it would be cool for him to show up.
"You said 'on behalf of the other girls,' Janet," he told me. "What about yourself. Do you want me to come over?"
"Wow!" I told him, "Gee, Bill (he insisted we all call him by his first name), of course I meant myself, too. Gosh, I want you to stop by more than any of them."
Well, I didn't realize how forward that I'd sounded until after I'd said it, and I started blushing. But it turned out to be all right.
He smiled at me, a big, handsome smile that meant he had something in mind.
"Look, Janet," he said, "I can't stop by at the party-at least, I can't go in. If one of the girls told her parents that I'd been there when no one else was around, it might get me in a lot of trouble.
"But I've got another idea. Apparently, you like me. And I have to admit that you're one of my favorite students. Why don't you slip out for a while and meet me around the corner. You know what my car is like. I'll be waiting!"
Well, I could hardly believe it! I was so nervous for the rest of the day that I don't even remember what happened. But I didn't tell any of the other girls about it, not even Mary Ann.
Well, when I got to the slumber party I was still nervous. I was hardly even saying a word. When the time came to meet him, I almost got too scared to go. And then I felt something even worse. What if he didn't show up?
I was wearing the sexiest clothes I owned, a black see-through shirt that I tied in a knot so that it clung real tight to my tits. And I had on a pair of super-tight jeans that showed off my cunt and my ass. I told Mary Ann that I was going out for a walk and then I slipped out of her house.
As soon as I turned the corner, I saw Bill's car, a gray Mercedes. I ran over and got in the passenger side. We started to kiss and it was so great. My heart was pounding like crazy and my panties were starting to get soaked.
Bill was pretty excited too. He had a giant hard-on that was making a big bulge in his crotch.
Mmmmm! It looked delicious!
In fact, it looked so good that, as Bill drove us quickly over to his place, I undid his zipper and started to suck on his cock. It was kind of funny because he almost crashed a few times on the way over.
"Jesus Christ, Janet," he said, "if you suck any harder, you're going to kill us both!"
Well, I did suck harder but the only thing that happened was that, just as we drove up to his apartment building, Bill began to spurt his juicy, creamy white come into my mouth. It tasted wonderful, like a Vanilla malted, and I swallowed every drop and licked his cock clean.
But he had plenty left! We went up to his apartment and for two hours we did nothing but fuck and suck each other. It was fantastic!"
It was now five o'clock. My office hours were ending and I asked Janet if she could return on one of the succeeding days.
INTERVIEW TWO
Up to this point, I had yet to discern any serious problem with young Janet. However, in the course of the second meeting I was to find out what was bothering the youngster. Indeed, it turned out to be a serious problem.
"Well, Doctor, that first night with Bill was pure heaven! Tie took me back to his apartment and led me straight into his bedroom. In just a minute, we were both stripped.
What a cock Bill has! Mmmmm, I get all horny just thinking about it. And that first night, well, it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
Bill and I lay down on his bed. For a while, all we did was kiss and run our hands over each other's body. Bill fondled my nipples and ran his finger into my pussy slit. It felt divine and made me get hotter and hotter.
But that was nothing compared to what he did next!
He slid down along the bed until his mouth was right over my cunt. Then he started to lick it and suck on my clit! It was out of this world. It was the first time that anyone had ever eaten me out before and I was loving every bit of it.
After he did that for quite awhile, he climbed over me and stuck his cock up my love-tunnel. Oooooh! That nice, hard red length of muscle felt so great in my cunt!
Well, he fucked me for a long time, and right after he was done he started eating me out again. Then he fucked me again and I had my first orgasm, ever. Boy, was that something else. My head started pounding and my body went into convulsions. Every nerve in me was tingling like crazy!!
Well, by that time it was almost eleven, when Mary Ann's parents would be getting home. Bill dropped me off around the corner and I got back there just in the nick of time.
But we made a date for the next night. Like I told you, after I yelled and cried that night my dad never bothered to check up on me anymore, so it was pretty easy for me to get out anytime I wanted to.
And with a stud like Bill waiting to ball the hell out of me, I wanted to get out a lot!
Shit, sometimes I'd even go straight over to his place after school and we'd fuck ourselves crazy before I even got home to make dinner for my dad and I.
Bill used to tell me that I was turning into a sex monster. I used to want to sneak off during lunch to get it on but Bill was too cautious to do anything like that. Actually, I can't blame him one bit.
But can I help it if I dug sex with him? I'm really a very sexual person, Doctor, and I was absolutely elated to find an older man like Bill who could fulfill my sexual needs.
I just loved to feel the thick, round head of his hard cock press into my pussy flesh. And the way his tongue could tease my clit until it became stiff and hard was really something else!
Yes sir, Doc, Bill was some lover! I think every young girl should have an older man like Bill introduce them to the joys of sex.
Well, this affair between my older teacher and I went on for quite a while. But then my dad started to get suspicious.
And that's when the trouble started.
I guess it all really began when my father started trying to get strict with me again. It was something he probably never should have tried to do. I mean, I'd had a free reign for a couple months and now he was trying to corral me again. He started asking me where I was going, who I was going with and all the other old questions. Usually I'd have to lie. I didn't like doing that to my dad, but he kind of forced me into it, don't you think?
But then I did something that blew the lid off the whole thing.
I didn't come home by one o'clock. In fact, I didn't come home until early the next morning.
You see, Bill and I had had a real heavy night of balling and we were so tired that we just ended up falling asleep. By the time we woke up, it was five in the morning. We got dressed as quick as we could and Bill rushed me back to my house.
I'd never been out past my curfew before. That's the one concession that I'd made to Dad. So I was plenty scared when I tip-toed in at five-thirty in the morning.
But you know that old saying, 'Give them enough rope and they'll hang themselves'? Well, I think that's what my dad had been doing all along. I think he actually wanted to catch me doing something wrong. Because when I walked in the door, he was standing there waiting for me. He looked pretty mad and he had a big, black leather belt in his hand. He was slapping it up and down on the palm of his hand.
"All right, young lady, where have you been?" he asked me.
Well, I'd be damned if I was going to tell him!
"Leave me alone!" I told him, brushing past on my way upstairs. "I'm tired and I'm going to sleep!"
Well, I'd already made one mistake by staying out so late. But talking back to him like that was even a bigger mistake.
He exploded! I mean, he just went crazy or something!
He reached out at me as I walked by and grabbed me by the wrist. He jerked me back till I was standing in front of him and he raised his hand, the one with the belt in it.
"No daughter of mine is going to show me such disrespect!" he yelled, and he whipped that strap right across the back of my legs!
Ouch! It really hurt! Luckily, though, I had jeans on, so it wasn't as painful as it could be-or would be!
He started walking into his bedroom, dragging me along behind him. I was screaming at him to let me go, calling him all sorts of names and things. But it didn't do one bit of good.
"I'm just glad that you're poor mother isn't here to see how you've turned out!" was all he said.
Then he got me into his room and ordered me to get undressed. I said no. He ordered me again, and I refused again.
"Young lady," he said, "you've been deserving this for a long time. I've been letting you have your way. I've trusted you, but you have let me down. Well, know I'm going to have to teach you a lesson!"
I was pretty scared. He'd never, ever been this angry with me before. Like I told you, I had been completely spoiled and pampered. I'd never even dreamed that he'd ever hit me!
But I could tell just from looking at him that if I didn't obey him right now, he'd whip the shit out of me! And if I didn't take my clothes off voluntarily, he'd strip them off himself!
So I got all naked. I was standing in front of my father, shivering with fear. I could feel my cunt quivering spasmodically and my breasts were flushed. I was on the verge of breaking out in tears, but right then I was so scared and too mad at him.
He ordered me to lay down, face first, on the bed. I did. It was then that he really started to lay into me with that strap.
Wow! Doctor, I never knew anything could hurt so much! When that rawhide bit into the flesh on the back of my legs, it stung like a million needles were pricking into me!
He lashed me once, then again and again! The hard leather of his belt was digging into my legs, my ass and my back. The pain were sharp and lasted just long enough for the next blow to land. My skin felt all red and hot where that belt was hitting me!
And each time, he was hitting me harder and harder, cracking the belt just a little bit faster over my bare ass. It was like he was taking out all the pains and frustrations that he'd been holding inside since my mother died on me. Well, it hurt all right. It hurt a lot. And I felt like crying, too. But I made up my mind I wouldn't cry. I was mad at my father for whipping me like that and I decided I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of breaking down crying and begging for him to stop.
Let him hit me! I thought. I don't care. I'll just never speak to him, that's all. I'll never say one more word to the son of a bitch, I remember telling myself.
But then something happened that made me feel completely different about what was happening. I looked around, up at my father who was standing by the side of the bed, wailing me with that strap. And you know what, Doctor?
He was crying!
And I just don't mean that tears were trickling out of his eyes or anything. I mean, he was really and truly crying his eyes out. He was sobbing hysterically!!
Well, the sight of that made me start crying, too. Not because of the pain from being whipped. But because just then I realized how sad my father was, and what a lonely life he'd been leading since my mother died.
I mean, I was all he had in the world. And what was I doing now? I was completely abandoning my poor dad! I was all he had left, and now that I'd been running over and balling Bill every night, Dad didn't even have me!
It was really sad!
Anyway, there both of us were, crying our eyes out. He stopped whippings me and sat down next to me on the bed. He hugged me real tight and I hugged me back. We were just sitting there, crying desperately in each other's arms.
And then something really amazing happened, something I'll always remember. I started to kiss my dad. Oh, at first it just started out with a loving, daughterly kiss on the cheek. Like I was trying to calm him down, trying to tell him that it was all right.
But after I kissed him on the cheek a few times, I found my mouth drifting around to his. Soon our lips were touching and soon after that were were kissing each other passionately, not like father and daughter but more like Bill and I kissed, like real lovers. I pushed my tongue, half fearfully, into my father's mouth. I wasn't sure how he'd react.
But it was all right. His tongue reached out to grope with mine. Soon he was kissing me back even more powerfully than I was kissing him. He sucked on my lips with his and he nibbled and sucked on my probing tongue.
I lay back down on the bed, pulling my father on top of me. -AVhile I unbuttoned his shirt and undid his pants, I took his hand and placed it on my breast.
He fondled my tits and played with my nipples. They began to get pretty stiff and turned-on. As I unzipped his pants and took my father's cock in my hand I also took his hand and placed it between my legs. His fingers began to play with my pussy and his fingertips caressed my clit. I was really getting horny! My dad really knew how to turn a woman on, even more that my teacher-boyfriend did.
Meanwhile, I took my dad's cock in my hand and started to pull and squeeze at it. I ran my fingers lovingly over his shaft and foreskin, and I lightly teased his balls.
His cock started to get rock hard, and fuck-fluid started to ooze out of his penis tip. Up until I felt his throbbing hardness between my fingers, I had been too caught up in the passion of the moment to really realize it, but suddenly it hit me!
I was seducing my father!!
Thousands of thoughts raced through my mind in the next few seconds. I realized that the erect cock I held in my hand was the same cock that had given me life! And now that cock was going to fuck me!
It seemed so strange, so incredibly strange! But then, something about it also made it seem like the most natural thing in the world. I mean, who could be closer, who could love each other more than a father and his daughter?
Besides, any guilt feeling or reservations I may have felt about fucking my dad were dispelled by the hot throbs pulsing out of my cunt. My pussy was soaking wet in anticipation and it was contracted and expanding in spasms, just waiting for my dad's big man cock to thrust itself up my hole!
So I lifted my ass, spread my legs and bent my knees and I took my father's penis and shoved it into my hot young slit!
Oh God! Oh, God, Doctor! Did it feel good! I can think of nothing in my life that ever felt as marvelous as my father's dick the first time he shoved it into me like that!
But that was only the start of the wildest fuck of my life!
Oh! Was it fantastic! I'd never realized that my father was such a great lay! He balled me for what must have been an hour. At the end of it, we both came, kissing and screaming for minutes in each other's sweaty arms.
We just lay there like that, naked and covered in sweat and come, for a long time. I guess neither one of us was brave enough to talk about what it meant. I mean, we'd just done something that people just aren't supposed to do. But more than that, we really liked it. I mean, we loved it!!
Well, as it turned out, neither one of us had to say a word. After a while, I started kissing him again, then my mouth slid down over his chest, his stomach and his crotch until I took his big pole into my mouth and started to suck on it for all I was worth.
He loved the blow-job that I was giving him so much that he pulled me around until my cunt was right over his face. He then proceeded to eat my cunt out like mad! It was great! I came twice before he finally shot his juicy, creamy semen into my mouth. I licked and swallowed every single bit.
Well, Doctor, I've been making it with my father ever since then, just about every day. I only see Bill in school. He always keeps wanting to know why I don't come over to his apartment. -
I just tell him that I have to stay home and take care of my father. Which, in a way, is true.
Of course, my father also takes care of me!. I love sex more with him than anything. I could spend the rest of my life screwing nobody but my dad. And you know what? He seems so much happier now than he has since my mom died.
It seems as if everything is great.
But I had to come here to talk to you. You see, Doc, I'm on the pill, so there's no danger of me getting pregnant or anything.
But there's one thing that does worry me. You see, neither one of us will bring up the fact that we're committing incest. It's kind of like we both know it's wrong but we're scared to face it or something.
Well, it's beginning to bother me. I had to talk to someone about it. You seemed like the right person."
Janet lowered her head and awaited my analysis.