Teenage Sex Therapy

SUMMARY: This is a story about a young girl who has a traumatic sexual experience which leaves her in a near-catatonic state. Her parents are desperate to help her, so they turn to a specialized doctor who recommends "sex therapy". Dad and mom proceed to masturbate their daughter in hopes of pulling her back into the real world.

All characters in this story are 18 or older.

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Any character resemblances to real life personae are strictly coincidental. Copying, re-posting, storing (whether digitally or in print form) or redistribution of this material is prohibited.

STORY:

My wife and I had a beautiful daughter named Rosa. She was eighteen years old and basically had everything going for her. She was drop-dead gorgeous with a perfect body. She had long dark brown hair and sparkling brown eyes. Her face was round, and her smile tended to light up the room. She was short at about 5'4". She was also very athletic, participating in two different sports at school. Her grades were perfect, and she was extremely popular. In short, she had everything going for her.

Except that she hadn't spoken in almost two months.

My wife and I tried a variety of things to get her to wake up and join the world again. She had crawled into an emotional shell after a very traumatic incident that had happened. Rosa's boyfriend had died while they were having sex. The police had found them some two hours after. She had been lying in bed with him. They found traces of semen all over her stomach, but only a very small amount inside her vagina. Apparently, they had had sex, and he had pulled out at the last minute. The police think the heart attack started suddenly, possibly even before he had ejaculated. And in his death throes, he had cum on our daughter's stomach.

Because of the incident, she had disappeared into this near-comatose state. She barely slept. Most nights, she would lie awake, staring at the ceiling or nothing. In the morning we would find her like that still. Occasionally she would drift off, but it never looked like a peaceful sleep. Of course, my wife and I were insane with worry. We talked to several therapists about her, trying to get some answers. Some solutions. Until there was one we met who suggested something that we both thought really made sense. And so, my wife and I stopped at a store we seldom shopped at to pick up some things to use to try to bring our daughter back to us.

We were going to try sex therapy on our daughter.

It was a little weird at first, to say the least. We had Rosa sleep between us in our bed every night. Of course, she didn't sleep much, but she lay there without protest. Now, it took a couple nights for us to get up the nerve to try the therapy. The doctor had suggested we try various adult toys to try to stimulate her sexual desires. In short, we had to try to turn our daughter on. The hope was that arousal would be enough stimulation to bring her back to reality.

My wife was the first to try. She used a small, soft, egg-shaped vibrator. I remember lying on my side, staring across my daughter's beautiful body at my wife. She looked at me and we both shrugged. We had dressed Rosa in baggy sweatshirt and sweats. It was definitely a little uncomfortable at first. She was our little girl, after all. And we were about to try to wake her up with sex. Well, not sex. But sexual stimulation.

I stared at my wife's face as she reached her hand under the blanket. I heard the whirring buzz from the vibrator as she switched it on. She maneuvered it beneath the blanket and I watched the outline of her hand as she pressed it between our daughter's legs. The buzzing sound lessened as my wife pressed it against Rosa's vagina. I saw the bulge of her hand moving gently, swaying and sliding forward and back.

I lifted my head and patiently watched my daughter's face. I looked for any signs of awareness. Faster breathing. Contortions of her facial muscles. Her lips parting. Anything. The whirring went up and down in pitch as my wife continued to press it against our daughter's pussy. Ten minutes went by. No change. Fifteen. Nothing. Twenty minutes. Noth--oh!

Rosa let out the softest little breath. I looked up at my wife but she was staring down between Rosa's legs at her hand. I looked back at my daughter's face but there was no change. Five more minutes went by and I heard the vibrating stop. I thought the batteries may have died. My wife kept at it, despite the lack of vibration, but there was no further reaction from my daughter.

Finally, I reached under the blanket and took hold of my wife's hand and lifted it up out of the covers. She frowned at me, then looked at our daughter. She looked ready to cry. I said gently, "We'll try again tomorrow. Don't worry. I really think this will work."

She bit her lip and nodded slowly. We both went to sleep.

***

This went on for several nights, with little or no change. Finally, on Saturday night, I told my wife I wanted to try something. So, I had her try the same thing she usually did. I waited until she was a few minutes in and then carefully slid my hand under the blanket and up inside the sweatshirt we had put on our daughter. I was going to try stimulating her nipples at the same time.

I knew my daughter had very nicely shaped breasts, from the many times I had seen her in a bikini. What I hadn't expected was just how soft and silky they would feel to touch. And as I slid my hand up her flat, muscular stomach, it bumped against the bottom edge of one of them. I couldn't help but explore it just a little, hoping that my groping would cause some little reaction from Rosa. The contours of her boob were perfect. And I mean absolutely perfect.

So, I quickly found myself exploring my daughter's breasts, running my fingers along the swells of them, up between the middle of them, circling them, squeezing them. By the time I finally reached my final destination, I realized with a crushing shock that I was feeling distinctly... warm. I was aroused. My heart pounded. I glanced at my wife to see if she was looking at me. I wanted to know if she knew. How could I let myself become aroused? Luckily my wife wasn't looking at me.

My thumb slid up over the top curvature of my daughter's breast, running right across her extremely soft nipple. The second it made contact with the tip, I heard my daughter exhale. My face snapped up to hers, my eyebrows rising. I stared at her intently. Gently, I ran my thumb back across her nipple. There! Her lips quivered. When I looked at my wife, she was smiling at me. "It's working," she whispered.

And so, we continued like that. I even added a second hand, so I could stimulate both my daughter's nipples at the same time. Lying on my side, I had my penis pressed against Rosa's hip. I could actually feel a slight tremor from the vibrator my wife was administering between our daughter's legs. And so, as I groped and caressed my daughter's breasts and nipples, I couldn't help but very gently grind myself against her hip. My penis gradually grew, until it was hard and hot, pressed against her.

I looked over at my wife, but she was staring intently at Rosa's face. She wasn't paying any attention to me at all. As my arousal grew, my inhibitions seeped out of me. I had to be careful, though. I didn't want my wife to see what I was doing. I knew it was wrong. At the same time, I was already too far in to stop. My penis was tingling as I mashed it against my daughter's hip. I groped and squeezed her perfect breasts again and again, thumbing her nipples.

Suddenly Rosa's entire body started shaking. I froze, mid-grind. My heart was racing. My penis was tingling like crazy. I slowly lifted my head to her face and stared. Her lips were parted, making a tiny little "o" between them. And her breathing was definitely coming in shallower breaths. She trembled for over a minute. I kept flicking my thumbs across her nipples the entire time, until she finally settled down, letting out a breath.

I don't know how to describe the look on my daughter's face, except that she looked more relaxed. My wife and I shared a look and then she switched off the vibrator. We both stared at our daughter's face and watched as her eyes gently closed. She fell asleep. My wife whispered suddenly, "She's all wet, sweetie. I think she definitely had an orgasm that time!"

I smiled, gritting my teeth but hiding it from my wife. My daughter was all wet. And I fell asleep with a very massive and aroused erection.

***

Over the next two weeks, my wife and I continued to give our daughter her nightly orgasms. For the most part we kept to the same routine, with me massaging Rosa's breasts while my wife stimulated her vagina and clitoris with the vibrator. Several times, my wife suggested we switch roles. She reminded me that she had to go out of town for work in a couple weeks, and she wanted to make sure I knew where to press the vibrator for the best result.

More and more, my arousal turned into torture. After that first night where I had lost control, I made a firm decision not to lose it again. Oh, I still found myself grinding my cock against my daughter's thigh. But she always came before I finished, and I always managed to refrain from having an orgasm myself. It was almost becoming a game in my mind. A race to get my daughter off before I crossed the taboo line and came myself.

It was the night before my wife was going out of town for work. I realized suddenly that I was extremely nervous about her being gone. Nervous about having to take care of our daughter by myself. Nervous that without my wife's presence to keep my sanity in check, that I would go too far. I had a fleeting thought that I should probably masturbate before touching my daughter that night.

But something happened that made me forget all that. It was Tuesday. My wife had insisted that I try doing it all by myself that night. She would be out of town for three days, so it was all on me. And so, I found myself grinding the soft vibrator against Rosa's clit while stimulating her nipple with my other hand. My penis had been hard since before I even began. My wife was watching us intently, so I had to be extra careful. I barely moved, which was almost more stimulating than my usual grind.

Slowly, I brought my daughter to a silent, trembling orgasm. When her body had finally started shaking, mine was too. My heart was racing and my penis was a tingling mass of aroused pleasure. I drew in a shaky breath, trying to hide it from my wife. What would she do if she knew how aroused I was? My hand between my daughter's legs felt sticky as I pulled the vibrator out. I fell onto my back, listening to her breathe.

"That was perfect!" my wife whispered over our daughter's head. I smiled weakly and closed my eyes.

I fell asleep, but not for long.

I felt something touching me. Touching my hand. I blinked away the grogginess of sleep and tried to orient myself. Someone had taken hold of my hand. At first I thought it was my wife. And I had the brief thought that she was trying to get me to have sex with her. My penis was already hard. When I turned my head sideways, though, I saw that my wife was lying on her side, facing away from our daughter and me. I looked at Rosa's face and saw that her eyes were closed. She was lying on her back.

The hand that held mine tugged gently. I glanced down but couldn't see because the blanket was pulled up over me. I let the hand pull mine without a word. In my mind, I was elated. It was Rosa. She was holding my hand! I felt excitement bubble up inside me. I thought about waking my wife, but instead found myself staring at my daughter's beautiful face as she slowly pulled my hand across my stomach and onto her own.

I was in a state of shock as I felt my daughter tugging in a downward direction. What was she doing? I let her do whatever it was, without protest. Rosa continued pulling my hand and aiming me downward, until our fingers brushed against the elastic waistline of her sweatpants. She stopped then, letting go of my hand. I frowned. When I looked at her face, her eyes were still closed. She was breathing slow, deep breaths.

I glanced at my wife and saw that she was still facing away from us. Licking my lips, I stared at my daughter's face. Her eyelashes were pressed against the lower rim of her eye. My hand on her waist felt funny, the tips of my fingers tingling slightly. I couldn't resist moving them ever so slightly, pulling them slowly along the edge of her waistband. She let out the softest of breaths. I saw her chest rise and fall a little.

My hand trembled as I made up my mind and gently pushed my fingers downward, forcing the elastic band to lift and admit entrance to her pants. She didn't stir, of course. A quick flick of my eyes toward my wife showed me she hadn't moved, and then I was rolling onto my side, facing my daughter. Once in position, it was easier to move my hand.

And so, I found myself dipping my hand into taboo territory. It was one thing to be doing this for medicinal reasons. It was another thing entirely to be doing this because I was... heavily aroused. But then, my daughter had grabbed my hand and pointed me here. Maybe she needed it. I looked at her face again, hope flickering in the back of my mind. Hope that my daughter would soon pull out of this emotional cage. I felt a wave of sadness about her. Unable to change my course of action, my hand slid deeper into my daughter's pants.

My fingers met a soft patch of hair. She had been completely shaved before the incident, but neither my wife nor I had thought to do it again, so her pubic hair was starting to come back as a soft fuzz. I looked one last time at my wife and then took in a deep breath before pushing my hand down further. My fingers pushed through her short hair and immediately encountered the silky, soft skin of her pussy lips. I squirmed next to her, pushing myself against her hip until my penis was trapped there. It tingled.

Down I descended, her lips eagerly parting around my finger. I slid in between them until I reached her opening. I angled my fingertip, tickling her entrance. Immediately, I felt a trickle of fluid pour onto my finger. I glanced at Rosa's face, but her expression was the same. Carefully, gently, I rubbed her opening by trailing tiny circles around it with my finger. More juice dribbled out. This was turning her on! My penis throbbed with pleasure suddenly and I gasped. Fuck, it was turning me on too. I mashed my hips against her, starting to slowly grind my cock against her thigh. Good god that felt good.

I pushed my finger in a little bit. Rosa's pussy dripped more juice, coating my finger. I pulled it back then pushed it in again, a little further. I repeated that several times, until I was all the way to my knuckle. I realized I was breathing heavily. My hips were moving on their own by that point, pleasure building intensely in my cock. God, I wanted to cum.

I continued to finger-fuck my daughter for the next five minutes. Her juices were coming out constantly by then, dripping down my finger onto the bed. That spurred me on, and I started pushing my finger a little deeper into her, a little faster, a little more intensely. My body shivered, my cock grinding as I gyrated gently against her hip. I realized that I was breathing heavily, getting close to orgasm.

I heard a noise. I wasn't even sure what it was. Was it an exhaled breath? I looked up at my daughter's face. Was it just me, or were her lips open slightly wider? I listened intently, listening to her breathing. It was quicker. I was sure of it. This was doing something. I was making progress. I desperately wanted to bring my daughter back to life.

With sudden clarity, it dawned on me just how close I was to having an orgasm. My body started trembling as I mashed my erection against my daughter, riding the side of her hip, sliding myself up and down to stimulate myself. With my hand, I turned it slightly and then stretched out my thumb. It was coated in juice from her pussy. I nestled it upward, into her pussy lips. Up I moved it, until I found the little bump that was her clitoris. Still finger-fucking her, I pushed my thumb down against her clit.

Rosa's breath let out. My head snapped up to her face. Her eyes were open, but she wasn't looking at me. And her lips were definitely open wider. I kept at it with my hand between her legs, masturbating her. My finger slid in and out of her vagina, making a soft, gentle sucking sound. My thumb pressed and spun gently up above, against her clit.

I was about to cum. I sucked in a deep breath, my body tensing up. And suddenly a war broke out in my head. To cum or not to cum. To fight or give in. I was breathing heavily. My hand, riding my daughter's pussy, was moving rapidly, stimulating her. I clenched every muscle very tightly.

Suddenly Rosa gasped. It was very soft, and I probably wouldn't have heard it if I had been any further away. Then her body started shaking. Violently. I kept pumping my finger in and out of her, penetrating her. A wild stream of juice started flowing out of her, pouring all over my fingers. I felt my own orgasm reach its peak. Shit. I looked at Rosa's face. Her lips were open, a silent moan on her face. Aside from that, there were no other indications that she was having an orgasm.

Finally, her body stopped moving. It just loosened up, one second shaking and then next lying still. I froze, my cock pressed up against her hip hard, mid-grind. My finger still moved in and out of her, but slower. Her juice had turned into a trickle, still dribbling down my hand.

With a shuddering contest of will, I pulled my finger out of my daughter's pussy and rolled onto my back. I lay there panting for several minutes. My penis throbbed with pleasure the entire time. I couldn't shake the proximity of my orgasm, except to wait for it to pass. I pulled my hand out from under the blanket and stared at it. It glistened in the moonlight from my daughter's juice. And the smell of it reached my nose, making me suck in my breath, aroused yet again. Jesus. I suddenly wanted very much to suck on my finger. To taste my daughter's pussy juice. I glanced at my wife. I shouldn't do it. I knew I shouldn't. My heart beat very fast as I lay there. Just a taste. Just a little... I stuck my finger in my mouth.

Fuck!

I almost came. The taste was overpowering. Not in a bad way. It was exquisite. It was salt and tang and sweet all mixed together into an aphrodisiac. With effort, I yanked my finger out of my mouth and stuck it back under the blanket. Good god. No more of that. My penis twitched and tingled like crazy. I was breathing hard. Get yourself together man!

I forced myself to take long, deep, slow breaths. Slow. Deep. Long. My orgasm, blessedly, tapered back from the edge. And then my penis started to get a little soft.

When I looked at my daughter's face next, her eyes were closed again, and she looked much more peaceful.

That had been some serious progress tonight. Oddly, though, I felt reluctant to tell my wife about the incident. But the next morning, we woke in such a rush, it was out of my mind anyway. My wife had a lot to do to get ready for her trip. She spent the morning and afternoon putting everything in order. I blindly went through my day, helping her as needed. Until later that night...

***

When we got back from the airport, I unbuckled my daughter from the back seat and led her into the house. Thankfully she would walk as long as she was directed. I brought her in the house and sat her down in the living room while I made some dinner. I fed her, which wasn't that hard. Her body knew how to do certain, basic human function, such as eat. I just had to hand her a piece of food and let her do what she instinctively knew to do.