Diane and Her Father
NOTE: The reader will recall that we introduced this subject in the Introduction to this work. To reiterate: Diane, motivated by the incest impulse, was determined to have sex relations with her father; in order to facilitate the seduction, she subtly excited him by pretending interest in his "fatherly" (?) talk on sex in marriage. However, we do recommend a review of the Introduction, in order for the reader to fully comprehend the implications of this case study.
We resume where we left off in the Introduction- with Mr. W-'s performing cunnilingus on Diane-in Diane's own words.
"With my father's tongue spinning around in my hot box, I couldn't help but moan in an agony of bliss. Believe me, the intensity of the rapture I was experiencing was almost too much for me. I felt I was almost delirious with sexual delight. How to explain it-as though I were sinking into a giant ocean of feathers. I had to do it then! My body went rigid! My eyes rolled upward, and I emitted a shrill, screaming gasp, one that skidded on the verge of a shriek! And tiny shrill noises shot from my nose-like steam escaping from a kettle. Dimly I was aware of my father's tongue being drawn into my cunt, felt it lapping, and felt a warm fluid flowing from within me. Ohhh, coming was so… so very good!
"And the giant bliss stabbed me again-all kinds of lightning running through my loins. Again I yelled, a high-pitched yell, and once more my body was taken over by convulsive jerks of such intensity as to almost throw me off the bed. How much time passed before my convulsions stopped? I don't know. One minute? Two? Three? I don't know, but finally I lay still. Still, daddy continued to lick me, slowly and gently. At long last, he drew his face away to examine my cunt at leisure once more. Dividing my wet lips and stretching them wide apart with the fingers of both hands, he gazed with sensual delight on my sexual treasure.
"I lay back and let him do what he wanted to with me. He leaned forward and placed the tip of his tongue on my tiny pee-hole and, curious, I asked him what he was trying to do. 'Just don't move, sweetie!' he whispered. Move? Why should I? Almost crazy with passion, he pushed his tongue forward and kept forcing it, I winced. 'Daddy! Don't! You're hurting me!'
"He withdrew, and then slid his tongue downward, forcing the tip of it into my rectum. Ahhhhh, it felt so good back there. For several long minutes he sucked inside this tiny forbidden hole, and then returned to my pussy, going to my clit. Once more he started to suck, and once more my pussy began to throb, my clit swelling and stiffening. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped my lips. Father pulled his mouth from me and again stared at my cunt. I wanted to ask him if he enjoyed looking at my pussy as much as he enjoyed sucking it, but I thought better of it. I lay back. Daddy gaped and gawked. He must have stared for several minutes. Anyhow, I became impatient. Without saying a word, I wound a leg around his neck and drew his face forward, more than his kneeling position could withstand.
"'Go on, daddy/Do.me!" I said as he continued to resist. He just stared! Can you image that? I finally got tired of his slowness. Exerting all my strength, I crushed my father's face to my pussy. 'Suck it, daddy. Suck it!' I said, and kept my leg around his neck, holding his mouth to my cunt until he put out his tongue and began working it on my excited clit; then, very gradually, I released the pressure of my leg and slowly lowered it. I lay back, looking down at father, my eyes filled with triumph. But, while I was close to success, I still did not have-his big prick in me-and that's what I was really after. Ahhhhhhh, he was really going at me, his tongue a thing alive, pushing up higher in me, licking all over the interior of my cunt, as completely as a mop would go over a kitchen floor. Oh yes, I knew that daddy had to be an experienced pussy-lapper.
"I began twisting my body, moving it in time with his lap-lap-licking. Then another climax hit me-a long and drawn-out one that caused me to lose all sense of time, place and feeling. As if a blackness had fallen around me, I saw nothing. It was as though I had been suddenly struck blind. My body was tossed to and fro on the bed, and I could feel it, could feel the creamy discharge flowing from the folds of my vagina, a steady flow that ran gently down his quivering throat. Never before, in my whole life, had I been so excited, so utterly and completely filled with lust, so agitated.
"After I had finished coming, he stood and looked down at me, smiling and wiping his face. Somehow, his steady gaze made me feel uncomfortable.
"I sighed. 'Daddy, what are you looking at?' I saw that his peter was as big as an ear of corn! Only prettier!
" 'You have such lovely breasts,' daddy said 'They are like two nicely rounded grapefruits that have been sculptured in alabaster-and you have such a delicate pink navel… ‘
"Laughing, I said, ‘Oh, daddy, you talk like a poet. Tell me, what does my pussy look like?'
"My daddy thought for a moment. 'A lovely mound of honey, whose doorway is a pretty slit covered with red-gold curls.'
"'Oh, daddy, you-' I giggled, feeling good all over. A delicious tingle ran through my pussy and my nipples began to itch. I wanted his mouth on me again.
"'And your darling face is flushed with the bloom of youth and health,' daddy said.
"'Do it again, daddy… Suck me-and, daddy, I love it when your tongue slides into my rectum. Do that too, daddy.'
"For the next ten minutes my daddy made me come and come and come-and come some more. When daddy finished with me, I had the cleanest pussy and butt-hole ih the whole town. I was also completely drained. I could tell that daddy had also had enough. As he lay down beside me on the bed, I asked, 'Do your jaws ache, daddy? You sure munched me a lot, daddy.'
"'Only slightly. I know how to do it. I do it to your mother a lot, you know. I'll be able to suck you again in just a few minutes, my little darling.'
"Ah, but that was not what I wanted, but I did not tell daddy that, pretending I was still ignorant about the sexual things that men and women did to each other. Instead, I said, very coyly, 'Daddy, if husbands suck off their wives, don*t wives suck their husbands* peters?' I finished with what I considered a master stroke of pseudonaivete. 'Or don't husbands enjoy having their things sucked?'
"Daddy began to breathe more rapidly. Glancing down, I saw his prick quiver with a quick series of rapid jerks. He had a nice-looking peter, a normal-sized circumcised peter. This I knew from sex education classes in school, a part of which had dealt with the various sizes of the male organ and myths concerning the male prick. As I remember, Miss J- said the average cock was about six inches long when erect. I often wondered how many real cocks Miss J- had seen and enjoyed. She was an old bag in her thirties and rather pretty, even if she did have kind of fat legs.
"Trying to keep the excitement from showing in his voice, my daddy said, 'Uh… yes, men enjoy having their cock-their organ sucked. Practically all wives take the husband's penis into their mouths. It's part of the custom of marriage. I enjoy having your mother do it to me.'
"Very slowly, daddy began to finger-fuck me. I decided to toy with him. 'Daddy,' I said, 'do you put a rubber on your penis before mother sucks on it?'
"Daddy looked flustered. 'Uhhhhh, nooooo… I couldn't enjoy it that way. Your mother couldn't either. You see, dear, wives enjoy sucking a husband's cock-a man's penis. Some wives even like to… I mean they enjoy it especially when…'
"Pausing, daddy cleared his throat. 'I mean-a lot of wives enjoy it when the man ejaculates in their mouth.' He glanced curiously at me, then said, 'I know your mother does.'
"'You mean that wives like the taste of come, daddy?' I asked with pretended interest. By now, daddy was so excited that he literally squirmed on the bed- my poor hot-cocked daddy.
" ‘Yes! YES, they do! Most wives like the taste of semen!' he said, having more difficulty with his breathing. You'd have thought he'd just trotted around the block instead of having just finished racing his tongue around my pussy.
"I sensed he was right on the rim of asking me if I wanted to suck his peter, but somehow couldn't quite push his request over the actual edge. I knew that all I would have to say was, 'Daddy, I'd like to suck your peter,' and that he would almost have a heart attack in his speed to let me, but that was not my plan. I wanted him to ask me.
"What does semen taste like, daddy?' I asked, letting sweet innocence drip from my voice. 'Does it- taste good, daddy?'
" ‘I-I-well, it's sort of warm and salty,' daddy fumbled. ‘Your mother tells me it reminds her of mild Clorox…'
"I figured I'd shake him up a bit. ‘I don't think I'd like that taste,' I said. 'I don't think I'd like that at all. I always sort of thought that semen tasted sweet.'
"Daddy raised himself and stared at me, even forgetting to work his finger in my pussy. I knew he was worried that he would never get my mouth over his cock.
"'But you've never tasted come!' he said hurriedly. ‘I mean it's not like you think. After the first few times, most women enjoy the taste, and the earlier they begin, the sooner and the more they enjoy it. I-I've got an idea. Why don't you suck my prick-my penis, the way your mother did it on our wedding night. That way you'd have firsthand experience and could judge for yourself.'
"'Do you want me to, daddy? Do you want me to suck your peter?'
"'Yes, oh yes. I-I would love you all the more if you did/"
In Diane W- we are presented with a rather typical picture of the teenage incestuous syndrome in operation, in that the subject confines herself to a framework indigenous to the female adolescent seductress. Such a girl need not be necessarily immoral; rather, she is dominated by unconscious forces that impel her along the wide sea of sex, as helpless in her motivations as a straw being driven before a brisk wind.
There is the mechanism of ambivalence, a three-fold psychic impulse, to be considered in analyzing any girl who would seduce her own father: 1) the existence of contradictory attitudes or emotions, such as love and hate, in the same individual; 2) rapidly shifting or alternating emotions and/or alternating attitudes toward another; 3) the condition of being impelled or drawn toward two mutually antagonistic goals at the same time. Any of the three can be an important element to a girl's sexual encounter with a mature man (or a boy's with a mature woman). Ambivalence,' the high or low of a girl's emotions at a particular time, is present in most teenaged girls, teetering them from one pole to another, from positive to negative feelings about almost everything in the world, and particularly about sex.
There is curiosity to be considered, which seems to be the main motivational factor at work in Diane W-: curiosity about the penis of the adult male, curiosity as to how the penis of the adult male might feel in her hand, her mouth, her vagina?
We recall that Diane had experienced sex before: "Why tell him (her father) I had lost my cherry at thirteen and had been fucked a dozen times since then? It was none of his business."
What of the fathers and mothers who cooperate sexually with their incestuous-minded children? What can we say of them?
Psychiatrist Daniel E. Schneider, author of Psychoanalyst and the Artist, has quite a bit to say. "The strange sexual neurosis called pedophilia-incest is now generally believed to be associated with, or to be a variation of, paranoia. The persecution complex- paranoia's outstanding syndrome-is neurotically ameliorated through sexual regression. Its etiology seems largely environmental; it only rarely springs from bio-chemical or physiological imbalance. The man or woman so afflicted becomes obsessed with the sexually incomplete or immature because they themselves are sexually partialized and incomplete."
Doctor Schneider is more wrong than right in his explanation of incest motivation in adult offenders. While it is true that an adult offender may be psychotic, it is more likely that he or she is but the victim of a perverse morality. This is particularly true of fathers who seduce their biological daughters, or are seduced by them. Such men are usually suffering from an inadequacy of the libido, more specifically, of phallic inferiority.
There is also a gigantic difference between the adult pedophile, who constantly searches for children he would use as sex partners, and the adult incest offender who uses only his own offspring, the main difference between the two being that while the full-blown pedophile seldom has sexual contact with a mature person of the opposite sex (assuming he or she is a heterosexual pedophile), the average incest offender prefers sexual contact with opposite sex adults, incest serving only as an incidental pleasure or a periodic diversion from normal adult contacts.
Curiosity also plays a somewhat prominent role in adults who permit themselves to be receptive and responsive to the sexual overtures of a teenager. Intuitively girls and boys realize this-a girl in particular, whose entire body is sexualized, in contrast to a boy, whose sexuality lies principally in his genitals.
Curiosity motivation is perhaps the prime factor in brother and sister incestuous relationships.
Nevertheless, the parent who would seduce a child, and/or a father who would allow himself to be seduced by his child, is a parent who does have two notable and unique problems. He is desirous of sexual contact outside his marriage; yet he is afraid to make these demands, either because he lacks the opportunity or the technique. Thus it can be said that if the committer of incest had been a "successful adulterer," he would not have been interested in a less sexually stimulating partner such as a child.
Few people know it, and to our knowledge there have been no studies made of the relationship between incest and the loss of virginity. There are those authorities who feel that the blood kinsmen is most often the one to first taste the sexual fruits of the young: a daughter, a stepdaughter, a cousin, a niece-and brother/sister incest is very, very common.
It is impossible to make any kind of reasonable estimate regarding the frequency of these virginity-loss incest cases. As anyone knows, incest is always very carefully hidden; but in the office of the psychiatrist, psychologist, and clergyman, countless tales have been related that tell of incest and the loss of virginity. In many cases, this sexual act comes as the result of a pact, either spoken or unspoken, between relatives (either by blood or by marriage, such as in the case of stepdaughters). Sometimes the seduction is forced. And in more cases than one would suspect, it is the virgin who is the aggressor-as in the case of Diane W-, although she was not a virgin when she seduced her father.
None of this ever happens by sheer chance or accident, and we find that there is a very good reason why a teenage girl so frequently turns to one of her own family for her first coital experience, one that coincides with a part of the motivational impulse so frequently encountered in nonvirgins who seduce their brothers or fathers (remember Paula T. in Chapter 2) and how she confessed that she wanted to give her virginity to her stepfather, to a man she loved and trusted).
The reason is security. A young girl, particularly a virgin, feels a certain safety or protective influence from a member of her own family. This is only too true if that member of the family is an older man, an uncle or father or stepfather. So the virgin, feeling curiosity about sex generally, perhaps somewhat ambivalent about her own feelings toward it, often turns to this older relative for her first sexual experience. She might do this either consciously or unconsciously. Naturally, this is all very shocking to the laymen unfamiliar with the knots and tangles of the human libido -doubly shocking since it involves the loss of a girl's virginity. But to the professional, it is not so shocking. To the man of medicine, loss of virginity through incest is more often the rule than the exception.
I include the proximity factor as still another motivational force that brings the loss of virginity and incest together in so very many cases, for despite our enlightened and aggressive times many teenage girls just don't have an opportunity for sex the first time except with a relative. In some geographical areas of the United States there are young people who rarely see another human who is not a relative. Then, too, the proximity of people makes for opportunities that might otherwise not be available-the reason we find so much incest in slum regions. A father and daughter constantly thrown together are more apt to find a sexual attraction for each other, and the opportunity, than a couple who are not related; especially is this true with a very young girl.
Laymen also react with incredulous disbelief when they are told that there are any number of teenage girls who consciously go about the business of seducing an older male relative-brother, uncle, father-convinced that a girl of tender years is simply not capable of such a breach of sexual ethics. Sometimes one can get these uninformed people to admit that adolescents do have sexual urges, but then the question is asked if these strivings aren't supposed to be worked off at sports, jobs, studies, and hobbies?
This is all very fine in theory, that sexual curiosities and energies can be routed into innocent avocations and the like-very fine and very foolish. It means that children are to be guarded from the realities of petting and intercourse until marriage; then they are expected to know everything and adjust instantly to mature sexuality. It means that what we want for our children is that they will not know what we know!
Theory is one thing. Fact is something else-or we wouldn't have teenage girls like Diane W- who, although knowledgeable in the ways of sex and very well aware of her father's fascination with her young body, deliberately went out of her way to have her father instigate and initiate what might be called a "reverse" seduction.
Diane's action proves that teenaged girls, bent on incest, can be extremely intelligent in mapping out their campaigns of seduction. Diane is also remarkably free from any guilt in connection with the seduction; at least there is no indication of such in her narrative.
The main reason why incest is so dangerous is because it causes guilt and psychic trauma. Incest also acts as a deterrent to family unity, and the family is the unit most responsible for imparting techniques of survival, morals, goals, and ethics.
In spite of what most people think, a properly and considerately performed sex act will not have a serious impact or damage on a teenager or even a subteenager. However, guilt and recriminations can have serious impact, and it is always the guilt and recrimination that cause the most damage.
Nevertheless, and quite logically, the persons most capable of initiating youngsters to sex relations are, by nature, responsible and considerate-and that is why they do not commit incest, unlike adults who are less mature. This presumes, of course, that incest is always initiated by an adult and that girls such as Diane W- are nonexistent-and for every teenage seductress who succeeds, there are perhaps 50 more who don't, either because the adult is morally responsive or too unsophisticated to realize the girl's intention. It still takes two for the act of incest. If the girl is clever and determined, and the man is weak, morally, then we have a case similar to Diane W- and her "'Do you want me to, daddy? Do you want me to suck your peter?'
"'Yes, oh yes. I would love you all the more if you did,' He paused, as if thinking of something very important, and then said, We'll go down to the kitchen, and I'll show you how to fellate me down there.'
"Having no idea why we should go to the kitchen to have a suck-session, but nevertheless intrigued, I went along with daddy. Once in the kitchen, daddy went to the refrigerator and took out a small can of chocolate syrup, the kind you pour over ice cream. Wondering what he was up to, I watched as he went over and sat down on the edge of the table. Then he said, ‘Diane, honey, pull up a chair and sit in front of me. That way you will be more comfortable when you suck, uh, when you fellate me. That's the proper term, you know. But I suppose you learned that in Sex Education.'
"'Yes, daddy,' I said in an obedient voice, taking a chair and placing it in front of him. I sat down and found that by leaning slightly forward in his direction I could easily slide my mouth over his erect peter and even play with his nuts at the same time-as daddy had suggested when we came down the stairs.
"I continued to play it very dumb, as if I had never sucked a cock before in my life.
"'How do I begin, daddy?' I asked. 'Is there any special way a wife sucks a husband's penis?'
"Hearing my question, dad's face lit up like a neon sign. 'Did your Sex Education teach you, I mean-did you learn about what wives do with the semen when they suck their husbands-when the man comes in their mouth?' He looked curiously at me.
"The wives spit out the semen, don't they, daddy?' At least I did when I fellated a date-nor had I feared anything about peter-sucking in school. But older girls, who were seniors, had, and they had told me that what the wife did with the come was simply not mentioned.
"Again in daddy's eyes there appeared that light of serious thought. 'Diane, honey, your mother… she always swallows my com-my semen when she fellates me. It's always more pleasurable for me when she does that. Do you think you'd like to swallow it when I come?'
"No, I didn't think I would-but I said, ‘If you want me to, daddy,' I knew what would happen and how to prevent it. At the moment of orgasm, he would attempt to ram his peter down my throat, an effort that would not succeed, not if I used the same method I always used with my dates. All a girl had to do was clamp her teeth around the base of the head and hold firm, this preventing the cock from proceeding down her throat.
"Daddy was very excited, thinking I was going to swallow his goo-goo. I still wondered what he was going to do with that stupid can of chocolate syrup. I soon found out when he said, 'Well, honey, let's get started. I'll show you how to suck it. First I'll prepare my penis like I did for your mother on our wedding night.'
"Pulling back on the foreskin, he exposed the rose-pink head and slowly tilted the can of chocolate syrup, letting the dark gooey stream drip onto the head of his cock just enough to cover it and-as he said-'flavor' it. 'You can pretend you're eating chocolate candy when you suck it,' daddy said. 'And there won't be much come for you to swallow-only about a spoonful. It won't taste bad at all, dear. Why, you won't even taste the saltiness because of the chocolate. Yes, it will taste just like hot chocolate.'
"'Hot chocolate!' Yetch! He must have thought I was pretty stupid! Here I had wanted to suck on a plain peter and get the natural flavor, but instead I was getting a chocolate-covered lollipop! Oh sure, I knew why! Not knowing that I had sucked peters before and afraid that I might not like the taste this first time I went down on him, daddy had decided to ‘break me in' by disguising the natural flavor. I had no choice. I had to go along with his icky idea, or else tell him that I was already familiar with the taste of cock and come. And I could hardly do that, not unless I wanted to destroy my Miss Goodie-Two-Shoes act and blow my act of innocence right out the window!
"A chocolate-covered cock-yuuch! Oh well, damn it! I figured might as well begin and get it over with and, after daddy said, 'Just let the head slip into your mouth,' I took the base of his prick in one hand and felt of his nuts with the other. Leaning over, I permitted the chocolate-covered head of daddy's prick to slip into my mouth. The sensation was odd to say the least… not so much from the feeling of the soft-head-flesh in my mouth, but from the taste of the chocolate-plus the knowledge that the chocolate was oh daddy's peter! And I never got ga-ga over the stupid taste of chocolate. I prefer strawberry.
"I sucked as hard as I could, at the same time following daddy's instructions to work my tongue around the head as I sucked-'Just move it along,' he said. Dad had his comsie in a few minutes-and it was certainly more than a spoonful! More like a cupful! And you guessed it! As his come started to spurt into my mouth, he grabbed my head and tried to fuck my throat, but I clamped down hard with my teeth, and that was that. Nor did I swallow his goo, which was mixed with chocolate. Imagine that if you can-chocolate-flavored come.
"'Ohhhhh, t-that was good,' daddy said. 'But aren't you going to swallow it?'
"I got up, went over to the sink, and spit out his come. Then I rinsed out my mouth with water. Daddy sat watching me, somewhat crestfallen, and after I finished gargling, I said, 'I didn't like the taste of the chocolate.' I hoped he would take the hint and ask me to suck it ‘bare* the next time. I knew there would be a next time. Mom and Bob would be gone another six days.
"That ended our activities that first night, daddy not attempting to give me any more 'sex instruction.' Speaking for myself, it was a letdown for me. I had wanted daddy to fuck me, but he hadn't, and now that he had gotten me to suck him, his passion had ebbed for that day. Well, I told myself, there would be another day-like tomorrow!
"As we were leaving the kitchen, daddy said, 'One time your mother had me pour maple syrup over the head before she sucked it. We'll have to do it that way sometime.'
"I did not comment, my mind occupied with the tomorrow…
"The next day I wore a very short pair of shorts and a skimpy halter, positive that my near nudity would excite daddy. I could tell that it did; yet he said nothing, did nothing. Frustrated, I could do nothing but prance around with the hots torturing me. By ten o'clock that night I had given up.
"Came time for bed, and daddy and I both undressed at the same time. No sooner had I put on my nightgown than daddy knocked softly at the door. Opening the door, I didn't give him a chance to carry on any excuse as to why he should 'instruct' me about what ‘husbands' and 'wives' did to each other. I was thrilled that his conscience hadn't gotten the best of him, happy that this deep fear of mine hadn't become reality.
"'Do you want to tell me some more interesting things about marriage, daddy?' I asked, very innocently. ‘I enjoy it when you show me what husbands and wives do.'
"'You do?' Daddy, dressed only in his shorts, looked surprised, then very pleased. Tm glad you do, Diane, because… tonight I'm going to instruct you about sexual intercourse. Would you like that?' He unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop to the floor. I noticed that he had a little round box in his hand- gold-colored.
"'Oh yes, daddy, I can hardly wait,' I said, taking off my nightgown. I pretended I didn't know what the box was and asked him what he had in his hand.
"'Uh-a box of rubbers,' he replied, a tinge of embarrassment crawling across his face. 'We can't take a chance of letting any of my semen get into your vagina,' He laughed oddly and began sliding a rubber over his stiff cock. 'And, Diane, I'm only doing this, giving you this sex instruction, to protect you from boys. If a girl has some experience she'll be wise to all their nasty little tricks.'
"It was hard for me to keep from laughing, but I pretended wide-eyed innocence. 'I know, daddy. You love me and want to protect me. I understand.'
"I was sitting, naked, on the side of the bed, and when he got close to me, I reached out and felt of his rubber-covered peter. 'Oh, Daddy, it's so hardddd! Do you think you can get that big thing into my little pussy?'
"'We don't have to worry about that,' daddy said. 'But I'm not going to fu-going to have intercourse with you. That wouldn't be proper. You must save your virginity for your future husband. I'm only going to show you the positions the man takes in intercourse. There are all sorts of positions, but the man on top of the woman is the most common. And remember, Diane. I'm only showing you this so that you'll be protected from nasty boys. That's my only reason. Here is what I want you to do…'
"Hoping daddy wouldn't notice the disappointment in my eyes, I played the role of the obedient little girl anxious to please her father. Still, my mind was racing for a solution. I was determined to get daddy to fuck me-and tonight!
"As you may have guessed, I let dad take the initiative and complied willingly with his every request. He told me to get on the bed and lie on my back, and I quickly did so. Daddy placed a pillow under my behind and told me to open my legs as far as possible, saying that would give him plenty of room. Daddy said he would teach me the proper way to fuck-only he said the best way to enjoy a man's sex organ,' He also repeated that he was only doing this to protect me from 'nasty' boys. I suppose he kept saying that to overcome his guilt of our intimacies.
"Daddy crawled on the bed and got between my legs. 'Spread your legs a little more, Diane. Ahhh… that's good. Now I'll be able to touch your little honey pot with the head of my penis…'
" ‘D-Do you like it?' he asked, his eyes bright, his voice excited. He began moving his peter back and forth, very slightly, across my cunt lips, looking down at my pussy all the while. Very slowly, then, he pushed in a portion of his peter, just enough to excite me, but quickly pulled it out, moving his hips backward with great speed and giving me that crap about how a girl must 'guard' her virginity for her husband. Yech! He did this for several long minutes, pushing in the head, then pulling it out; he then paused and told me to look at the tip of his peter, holding it up for me to see. 'Remember,' he said in a low voice, there has to be some slack at the end to catch the semen. If the rubber's pulled tightly over the head, it might break while the man is fucking the woman-I mean, while he's having intercourse with her.'
"Daddy crawled over me again. Once more he requested me to spread my legs far enough for him to gain easy access to my pussy. He pushed in the big dome of his cock and began twisting it around in me, doing it very slowly.
"'You let me know immediately if you feel any pain,' he said nervously. ‘I don't want to hurt you. You -you don't feel any pain, do you, dear?'
"I smiled. 'Your peter feels fine, daddys but why don't you push it in all the way and fuck me. I think I could take a big prick like yours.'
"He looked strangely at me and frowned. Wo,' he said, ‘having sexual intercourse with me would not be proper'-and again he gave me that baloney about virginity and a future husband. 'And honey, don't say "fuck,"' he advised. 'You should always say "sexual intercourse/* Doesn't it feel good the way Fm doing it to you? The way I'm twisting the head in your little honey pot?'
"'It feels all right,' I said in a lazy manner, 'but it doesn't excite me very much.'
"Poor daddy! He sure tried, continuing to twist the head of his cock in my pussy, moving it around and around. 'Doesn't it feel real good?' he kept asking over and over, almost as if he were pleading for a positive response from me. Maybe it was cruel of me, but I lied and said I didn't feel anything. 'I just feel the head swishing around in me,' I said. I just lay there, although I was a volcano of desire. My lack of response worried daddy, and he said he could not understand what the difficulty was, remarking that under similar conditions my mother would have been frantic and would have cried out for him to push it all the way in and do it hard to her.
"'You mean, daddy, you tease mother like you're teasing me?' I asked, bluntly, not caring what he might think, realizing that if I felt he was teasing me, then I must be getting hot. But he didn't catch on. ‘I simply can't understand why you're not all hot and bothered,' he muttered, looking worried.
"'It's probably because you haven't got all your peter in me,' I said fiercely, rubbing one foot against his leg. Tell me, daddy, do husbands always torture their wives like this, by only sticking the head of their cock in?'
"Pausing in his labors, daddy looked surprised. ‘W-Why no, honey, of course not! I always put it in your mother right away, b-but-but, in your case, I must think of your cherry-I mean your virginity.' Reaching down, he began squeezing one of my tits. 'And you used the word "torture"! Do you mean by that you're becoming excited?'
"I could stand the anxiety no longer. 'Daddy, fuck me,' I panted. 'You've come this far. Since you've got the head in, you might as well give me the rest of your peter.
"Poor daddy. He didn't know what to do. You've never seen a man argue with himself so much. Well, I'd just have to make up his mind for him; I didn't intend to be cheated out of a good fucking!
"Opening my arms wide to him, indicating that I wanted him to lie down on me all the way, I snaked my legs around his buttocks. 'Do it to me, daddy! Give me a man-sized fucking. Fuck me like you do mother. I know you want to-tell me you do!'
"The poor dear simply could resist no longer. 'Yes, YES!' he cried. 'I want to screw you forever!' With a wild look on his sweat-glistening face, he began to shove the remainder of his prick into me. Gasping with delight, I shivered as the tough pillar of flesh forced its way into my vagina. Ahhhhh, it was so good… Daddy grunted and groaned while I pinched his prick with my stretched labia.
"Daddy was supporting himself with his hands on either side of me, and now he bent even closer to me, his face only a foot or so above my own. He looked like a calf on its way to heaven, his face very red, his expression very strained, but he still kept moving in and out of me, giving me a slow, firm screw.
" ‘Y-You-like-it?' he choked. 'You like-t-the- way-I'm-d-doing it?'
"'It's fine, daddy darling,' I answered hoarsely, moving my hips faster and with more force. 'I-like the way y-you fuck me,' I embraced him firmly, with naked passion, and we both gave up the sham and pretense. Daddy began fucking me with sharp hard thrusts, increasing his speed, and I made my own fanny move in time with his. That's the secret of good fucking-proper synchronization.
"Daddy relaxed his body completely on mine, his hands sliding under my rear end, his fingers like claws on my two hot cheeks.
"'Ohhhh-n-now-you've got the-r-right idea, daddy. I-I-like it that way.'
"'You're a-a good girl, Diane-a-and-and dear… y-you must not-tell anyone about my f-fucking you…'
" ‘I-w-won't, d-daddy-OHHH! Your c-cock's so good!'
"'And-you've a n-nice tight c-cunt.'
"'F-Faster, daddy, f-faster,' I whispered. 'An'-an' give it t-to me h-hard.'
"Daddy lost all inhibition and so did I. No longer were we father and daughter, only male and female. 'Yes, YES! I w-will!' he sobbed passionately.
"'Y-You-you enjoying i-it, daddy?' I asked him bluntly.
"'Yes, YES! Now be-be quiet. I-I-'
"'I'll come soon, daddy. Push faster. I want you to come with me.'
'"I will. Shut u-up!'
"Faster and faster and harder and harder raced my daddy's prick. Then I got a subtle surprise. Becoming lost in his violent passion, his mind forgetting whom he was fucking, daddy began muttering mother's name, calling out to 'her' his comments about their' fucking. 'Ohhhh, Martha… t-this is g-good! That's it, b-baby, move that beautiful butt of y-yours-give it-t-to me good…' (I began wondering if mother was a better piece of ass than I! Probably. After all, she had more experience at fucking than I.) 'Ahhhh, baby-I'm going to-to-shoot a tubful of c-come in you. Ahhhh, h-here it i-is! I-ohohohohohoh.
"I hugged daddy tightly as he pulled like a madman on my buttocks, unconsciously trying to force more of his prick into my vagina-an impossibility, since he was in me up to his balls! I bombed off. While my come rocked me, I cried out and clawed at my daddy's back. A terrific orgasm that made the room dance and swirl around me…
"Sitting on the edge of the bed, I dried off my cunt, my thoughts occupied with what daddy had said about 'protecting* me from boys. Ha! Some excuse for getting a piece of ass! Well, a lay was a lay, and daddy's cock was as good as any. I smiled. No, it was better than some that had poked me.
"I noticed then that he appeared to be worried over something. He looked sort of silly, but, at the same time, kind of ridiculous as he paced back and forth. Abruptly he stopped and stared at me, saying in a choked voice, 'My God, Diane! Do you realize what I've done? Oh, my God! I've-I've been intimate with my very own child! Forgive me, Diane. Forgive me… ' Shaking his head, he looked down at the floor.
"I was astonished-struck dumb-stupid, you might say. Right away, I also began to worry. Daddy had never been a religious man. He and mother did send and my little brother to Sunday school now and -more for a show to the neighbors than for any other reason, I thought-but no one could call us a religious family. But you know how square fathers can be, and daddy was a big cube all right. I don't know. No matter the reason for his yuchy attitude, I didn't like it. I began to feel very uncomfortable, not having counted on his having regrets or an attack of con science. Suppose he blabbed the whole story to mother?
"I blurted out, 'But it was a good fuck, daddy! I enjoyed it, and so did you!'
"I wanted to bite off my tongue, because I suddenly realized that I had said the wrong thing.
"'You don't understand?' daddy almost shouted, his face getting very red. 'You're too young to understand. God damn! Didn't they tell you about-about incest?' He acted as if he were ashamed to say the word, 'In your sex education classes? Incest-why it's even a crime! I-I could go to jail-and if your mother ever found out! Oh, my God… ‘
"Now I knew what to say! "But no one will ever know, daddy. I'll never tell, and I know you won't.'
"Daddy said nothing, and I felt it would be useless to try to reason with him, common sense telling me that at this point it would be best if I did something to divert his mind from the 'crime' of incest.
"Getting up from the bed, I went over to the dresser and climbed up on it, sitting close to the edge and opening my thighs. Either my idea would work or it wouldn't!
"'Daddy, I'm all worked up again,' I said in a sexy voice, 'Why don't you come over here and suck me off? Please! I'm burning up. You can sit on a chair and do it to me.'
"Daddy stared at me, trying to keep his eyes from my cunt. Ha! The poor dear didn't succeed. He took several steps toward me, stopped, and gawked some more at my dripping pussy. Becoming genuinely excited-it doesn't take much to make me want to fuck!-I pulled my cunt lips apart, revealing to his hot gaze the crimson interior. To emphasize my desire, I wriggled my fanny on the dresser top.
"'Come on, suck it, daddy,' I teased. 'It's all ready for you. Come on over and put your wonderful tongue in my baby-making machine… ‘
"His desire was far stronger than his conscience, and like a bull that had just been shot in the butt with an extra charge of Spanish fly, he rushed over to me, his cock hardening on the way! Trembling, he placed a chair between my dangling legs and was preparing to sit down when I suggested that he first mouth my titties. ‘You can consider my boobies a sort of appetizer, daddy.' I laughed. 'A sort of prelude to the main banquet… ‘
" ‘You nasty girl, you!' daddy said, giggling like a nut. Instantly his mouth went to my titties. He began to suck my nipples, first one, then the other, licking them with his fat, practiced tongue. After he had done that for several minutes, he inquired, 'Would you like it if I slept with you all night? That way we-we could have relations anytime we wanted to… ‘
"'Yes, daddy,' I said, pleased that I had not had to make the suggestion. Td love that. Now eat my box; you always do it so well… ‘
"Daddy sat down on the chair and placed my legs over his shoulders so that I had to lean back and support myself on my elbows in a reclining position. Without any further preliminaries, he brought his mouth to the lips of my hot box and expertly sliced his tongue into my boiling little gash. It was a very delightful sensation, and involuntarily I began to twist my ass; my cunt also began to twitch as his tongue began exploring the slick wet walls of my vagina. Daddy-believe me! He really knew how to suck cunt.
" 'Are you enjoying the way I'm doing it to you?' daddy mumbled. He raised his head and carefully pulled a hair from his mouth. I thought he looked cute.
"'Sure I am,' I replied affectionately-‘I like your tongue in me almost as much as I enjoy your peter. Hurry up, daddy. Make me come. Just pretend you're eating mother. Try to suck the very life out of me. Try to suck my cunt inside out!'
"I wanted daddy to continue, not only because I was now genuinely excited, but because I wanted to keep his thoughts away from incest. I was counting heavily on his lust and on my charms to keep him going for the rest of the week, before mother and my little brother came home. After that… well, I hadn't made up my mind.
"Daddy dear began to suck me at a more rapid pace, one that immersed me in the most voluptuous mood I'd ever known. His rapidly darting tongue seemed to control my very nervous system, and I began to feel light-headed from the sensations I was feeling. Without the least bit of shame, I conveyed my sexual feelings to him.
"'Oh, daddy-y-you're-the best-the best pussy-sucker I've ever met. You've got-a-r-regular miracle tongue… ‘
"Daddy's eyes shot upward, and he mumbled through my cunt hair, 'Others have-you've let your dates go down on you?'
" ‘Uh-huh-b-but-none of them were-a-as good as you, daddy.'
"Without answering, daddy pushed his tongue deeper into my cunt, and suddenly I had the sensation of being fucked by a new kind of prick-a big stiff tongue! Now I was going out of my mind, getting ready to explode, and I kept crying out and talking-all at the same time.‘OHhhhhhh d-daddy-I'm-going-ape! I-I I'm-c-cominggggq. Ok, daddy! DADIEEEEEEE! OH-fu-ck-m-me with your tongue! Don't-s-stop. Don't ever stop! Oh-ohhhhh. EAT IT! EAT ME!'
"With great force I grabbed his head, yanking him into me by his hair. At the same time, with a quick motion, I flung my legs around him, mashing his mouth into my pussy, and yelling, ‘T-That's it. Mover dad-diee! AHHHH-drink it-drink from my-my honey pot! That's the-way! AHHhhhhhhhhh.
"After he had finished sucking me off, I thought daddy might have another attack of conscience, but he merely murmured, Tm tired, honey-iamb. Let's go to bed.'
"We drifted off to sleep, naked, in each other's arms.
"It was after ten the next morning when we awoke. I saw at once that daddy had an enormous hard on, and I put my fingers around the stiff thing. 'Daddy, we've got to do something about making it soft, don't we?'
"Yes. Let's-let's fuck!' daddy said huskily.
"'Let me suck it first, daddy,' I said, giving his cock another squeeze. 'And open your legs so I can play with your balls. Oh my! It's so wonderfully hard.'
"Dad became very excited. 'Hurry up. I-I want to come. I want to come so bad I've got the aches-and this time, honey, will you-ewallow it?'
"Moving my body toward the center of the bed, I got into a position that put my mouth directly above daddy's peter. For a minute or so I stroked the long shaft and fondled his hairy balls, my gaze fastened on the tiny pee-mouth in the soft head. Gently I pushed back on his prick, pressing it to his belly, and began raining soft kisses on the underside; I also let my tongue slide out and teasingly flick the length of the pale blue vein that ran from top of nuts to base of head-ahhhh, how daddy loved that!
"'Do I do it as well as mother?' I asked softly.
"Daddy sighed. 'Better.
"He grunted slightly as I straightened his cock and prepared to go down on it. A tiny drop of clear fluid had seeped through the pee-mouth and tenderly I licked it off, not caring what daddy might think of my expertness. Anyhow, he was too worked up to dwell on the source of my experience-and I was too hot to give a damn! Daddy sighed in pure contentment, grunted again, anxious for me to mouth his prick. I slid my mouth over the head, then plunged down, engulfing the entire cock. I tightened my lips around the root and began a steady up and down motion, but taking only the head and letting my teeth scrape it ever so slightly as I worked it in and out of my mouth. And constantly I kept my tongue in motion.
"Faster and harder I sucked daddy, and he became more excited with each second. He squirmed on the bed and held on to my arms with his big hands. Daddy shook and shivered, gasped and choked, and I sucked and sucked. My efforts finally paid off. 'G-Get-ready -f-for-it!' he cried out. 'I'm-I'm-ohhhh-d-drink it all, D-Diane bab-yyyy! Drink m-my c-come!'
"Like a warm tropical river that had burst its banks after a raging flood, daddy's sweet come cascaded into my mouth, leaping in dedicated spurts, a thick mush, its taste reminding me of sour cream. There was so much of it that I had some difficulty swallowing. Even so, some of it ran from my mouth and began sliding down his peter. I continued to suck, however, savoring the sensation from daddy's peter as it began to fall back into softness. Ahhhhh, I sucked out the last few drops and began rolling the mushroomlike head between my teeth while daddy's prick drew back into itself, getting smaller and smaller. I never let up, working more and more of his cock into my mouth and sucking all the while. Gradually daddy's peter began to swell once more, and only then, after it was fully erect, did I let it flop from my mouth.
"'Now we can have a good fuck daddy,' I said joyfully. 'But don't move; I'll mount you. I like it that way.'
"Daddy stared at me in surprise, his mouth actually falling open when I crawled over him in a reverse position, one that left him staring at my back and me on my knees above him, with the head of his cock barely touching the crack between my cheeks.
"'Diane-w-what are you going to d-do?' daddy asked, perplexed. ‘Try to get it in your asshole? I don't think-'
"'I don't either, daddy,' I said giggling. 'Not that big prick of yours. You just hold your prick straight while I force it in my cunt. I want to sit on it.'
"Daddy followed my instructions and I eased myself back a little, then lowered myself on his prick, spearing it into my vagina. Leaning forward and placing my hands flat on daddy's legs, I began to twist and half rotate my fanny, almost sobbing in lustful pleasure from the cock working in me. Almost instantly I had a climax. I shook over and bounced my butt on the cock, lubricating it with my fluids. Ahhh, now was the time! I spun myself fiercely on daddy's cock, executing a full turn that brought me face to face with my daddy-lover.
"He gave a terrific gasp of surprise-pleasure and reached for my tits with both hands when I leaned over him and began working my hips with furious speed.
"'Let-me-know when-you're ready to c-conte, daddy, and I'll c-conie with you!' I cried. ‘You-y-you enjoying it, with me on top, fucking you? It's real groovy, isn't it?'
"'Y-Yesss-it's-it's horny as hell… y-your special way of f-fucking. The way you pull off my cock almost all the way and-and then ram y-your cunt over it with those sharp thrusts.'
" ‘B-Be-q-quiet. I'm about to-c-come,' I gasped. 'And-d-daddy. I want you to f-fuck and suck me every day before mother comes home. P-Promise me you will.'
" ‘Y-Yes-I-every day. Ahhh, D-Diane… Now… NOW! NOWwwwwowowowow!'
"Mother found out about me and daddy. Several weeks after she came home from her visit, she and daddy were making love, and he cried out my name during his coming. You know what happened. Mother got to questioning daddy and, his conscience getting the best of him, he broke down and told her the truth. The entire story about him and me. Mother didn't call the fuzz because she didn't want any scandal. Uh-huh! What would her dear club members think! But, as you know, mother thinks there's something wrong with me; that's why I'm here. Personally, I don't see anything wrong with a girl's fucking her father. Since I'm part of him, since he's my father, it's sort of like fucking yourself-isn't it?"
We see the force of the superego at work in the latter portion of this case study, weaving its strong threads throughout Mr. W-'s consciousness. Of him, we can say only that while he was not perverted, he was weak -as are all fathers who succumb to adolescent sex traps. Such men are to be pitied more than condemned.
Diane herself exhibits extreme amorality, due to her almost nonexistent superego, this frigidity of conscience placing her well within the framework of a paraphilia, even though she is well-oriented and exhibits no guilt-and that is precisely why Diane needs the help of a psychiatrist.
Whereas the sexual neurotic is not conscious of his (or her) abnormality, the paraphiliac is all too well aware of his diversion from the norm in regard to sexual expression, although it concerns him not a bit. Diane W- is a good example, for hers is a compulsive sex drive and she is obsessed with it, determined to succeed in her goal at all costs.
Diane's prognosis has to be dark. She is on the verge of being a sexual psychopath.