Voyeurism and exhibitionism are not merely male domains! There are also women who love to watch people have sex and who love to look at naked bodies. And there are women who love to expose themselves.
This book chronicles some of the troubled women who have had to deal with this problem, each in their own way.
Irma L. (age 19) "...When my boyfriend told me about the place where couples performed live sex acts I got very excited, but I didn't dare tell him that I wanted to perform in front of all of those people!
Brenda K. (age 20) "...I just can't get excited in a bed. Ever since I was caught fucking in a car by the school guard I can only get turned on when there is a chance of being caught. You wouldn't believe some of the wild places I've screwed!"
Rita G. (age 15) "...I tripped on the stairs and then my brother knew that I had been spying on him. The next thing I knew he had dragged me into the middle of the room and all of those naked people were stripping me!"
CASE HISTORY ONE
SUBJECT; Irma L
AGE; Nineteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Irma came into my office wearing a blouse of a very filmy material. Even when I was trying not to look it was hard to ignore the fact that the woman had no bra to cover her rosy red nipples that were showing through the thin white blouse.
Her skirt was very short and her shapely legs were bare. She kept shuffling in her seat and kept on moving her legs around. When she stretched out and spread her legs apart, it was hard not to notice that she wore no panties.
Her short black hair framed a pixie-ish face and her well-rounded body was a delight to look at, especially since she made it so easy to look at.
I'm so nervous being here, Doctor. This is something that I've never told anyone. I mean, there's this sexual thing that has been bothering me and I've kept it a secret all my life.
It's not like I don't have a normal sex life. I have a very normal and very full sex life. I have a boyfriend now and he's everything that a girl could want, except of course that I want something else.
That's the whole problem!
I ought to begin at the beginning. That is to say the beginning of my sex life. I suppose I was about eleven when I first began to frig myself.
There was a time when I was about thirteen and I learned that masturbation was wrong that I worked very hard at not playing with my pussy. But even then I knew I was very hot.
It couldn't be denied. I was a very hot-blooded little girl.
The first thing that ever happened to me that could be considered sexual was with a little boy who lived down the block.
We were both twelve and we went to school together. His name was Willy and he was a little bit pudgy, but very cute. He had a really rounded face and a bit of baby fat all over his body. But he had blond curly hair and at that time I thought that that was just the end! I thought that there was nothing that could beat having blond curly hair.
I suppose that girls with blonde curls would like to have straight black hair, like me. But, everybody has to go through phases like that!
I remember that this particular incident happened one afternoon when Willy and I were playing in the garage after school. We were playing cards and he had just taught me to play poker.
Now, I had heard the phrase 'strip poker' although I couldn't tell you where I had ever heard of it. I suppose everyone has made jokes about strip poker.
But there I was twelve-years-old and hot for the little boy who was with me and I suggested a game of strip poker. Well, Willy certainly did not object. I suppose that he was as anxious to see my pussy as I was to see his cock.
So, we played a few rounds of cards. At that age it's a big thrill just to see someone of the opposite sex in underwear.
When Willy took off his pants I had to rub my little hairless pussy lips to keep from vibrating inside just because I was looking at his underpants. And I know that when I peeled off my slacks he felt the same way.
After a couple of rounds, we were both in our underwear. I was in the pretty pink panties that were so new and shiny then, and he was in the white shorts with the one stripe around the top.
We just had to play one more round to see which one of us would have to strip all the way down naked. I knew that my panties were already wet and I could see that there was something big sticking up in the front of Willy's shorts.
Back then I was so naive that I didn't even know that it was a cock in his shorts. In other words, I had been frigging myself for almost a year and I had been imagining boys making love to me, but I didn't know what a cock was or what it looked like.
I hadn't wanted to seem like a dummy by asking one of the girls in school, although I feel certain now that none of them knew what a cock looked like either.
If I had had the nerve to ask about a cock, the other girls would have laughed at me and told me that I was an idiot who didn't know anything. Of course, they all would have ducked the question, because they did not know anything either.
Actually, I just realized something about my early masturbation. I used to play with my pussy lips and think about myself.
Masturbating is called autoeroticism, right? Well, I was really into myself when I was that age, because I used to just frig my pussy and think about being naked in front of people.
It didn't have to even be boys that I was naked in front of! Even the thought of being naked in front of the other girls in the gym locker was enough to get me hot.
Actually I was never naked in the gym locker at mat age. In junior high school they didn't make us take showers and we just wore our panties under our gym uniforms.
But any form of undressing was so exciting to me that I would cream up and lose control of myself.
Can you imagine what it was like, getting undressed in the girl's locker room and trying to hide the fact that my panties were soaked with cunt cream?
And yet, I used to look for opportunities to get undressed. I wanted people to look at my body. I've always been proud of my body and you might have noticed my tits! I was the first girl in junior high school to really develop tits!
It thrilled me to know that the other girls were looking at my tits! I wanted them to be jealous of my wonderfully formed breasts and to watch me.
And in my masturbatory fantasies I would be stripping for people. If there was a boy that I was hot for, I would be satisfied to fantasize about him fully dressed. He would just be sitting there while I slowly undressed for him!
We're talking now about a time before I knew that guys jerked off. When I found out about that it added a whole new dimension to my fantasies. I would be stripping there and the guy who was watching me would be whacking away at his meat!
I used to go really wild with the fantasies! I would imagine myself stripping in front of the whole assembly in school. I would imagine myself naked in the middle of the expressway, with cars running all around me!
But, anyhow, I left you up in the air about me and Willy.
There we were, twelve-years-old and playing strip poker in my garage, and we were both in our underwear. He had a boy-sized hard-on and I was already creaming in my panties.
Before he handed out the cards he said, "We gotta play fair. Whoever loses this hand has to promise to take off their underpants and stand up in the middle of the garage and wave them around their head!"
It sounded luscious to me!
And wouldn't you know it! He dealt me two aces! My stomach was quivering and I was very nervous as I handed back four of the cards and showed him my extra ace. Of course, he had no idea that I had just turned in another ace.
I was trying to lose!
When he gave me my cards he gave me another ace. Before he even had time to move his cards around I said, "What have you got?"
"What have you got?" he countered.
"I asked you first!" I said, knowing that that counted for something in the unwritten law of childhood.
His hands were shaking as he showed me the pair of queens that he was holding in his hand. Even though I was holding a pair of aces, I tossed my hand down and mixed it with the rest of the cards so that he could not have identified what I had.
"You win!" I said.
As you can well imagine, Doctor, Willy did not stop to question the honesty of the game. I had cheated at strip poker so that I would lose and get to strip naked in front of him!
I stood up and the boy remained seated. As I think back on the scene I feel certain that he was staying like that, with his legs crossed, because he wanted to try and hide his hard-on.
My fingers entered the waistband of my tight pink panties. The panties blended so wonderfully with my taut pink flesh that from a distance a person would have thought that I really was naked.
Very very slowly I peeled the panties off of my body and slid them down past my pussy lips. I stepped out of the panties and, as instructed, I took them over my head and twirled them around.
His tongue was literally hanging out of his mouth as I did this.
One second later he was tugging on his pants. I swear that that boy was fully dressed before I even got my panties up my legs. I was pissed off at him. I wanted to play another game of strip poker so that I could have the delight of revealing my body to him one bit at a time.
But he didn't want to hear of it. He gave some lame excuse about having to go home in order to help his mother.
As I think back on it years later it occurs to me that he left so quickly because he was anxious to get home and beat off.
The honest fact of the matter is that I went up to my bedroom and I frigged' myself after that. As I was playing with my pussy I imagined that Willy was watching me play with my pussy.
I wanted to be exposed! I wanted to have boys watching me!
But, it was never really enough to just undress. I wanted the thrill of knowing that the boys were peeking at me and that it was something naughty.
When I was fourteen and I was in summer camp I accidentally found out about this hole that looked into the girl's shower room. When you were inside you could hardly even notice the hole that was near the ground.
One day I was where I wasn't supposed to be at one point. That was typical for me. Anyway, I saw these three boys on the ground next to the back of the girl's showers. I didn't let them know that I saw them.
Then, when the girls left the showers, the three boys left their spot. I rushed over and saw that from where the boys had been lying, they had a perfectly clear view of the whole shower room.
Well, you can bet that when my bunk was scheduled for a shower, I went around to a point where I could see the back of the building and I saw that those same three boys were around. They happened to be waiters so they had the middle of their afternoons relatively free.
I knew that once we were inside the showers, the boys would be watching through their little hole in the wall.
That was enough to make me rush to the showers. I didn't even pay attention to the other girls or to my thrill at being naked with the other girls. I just rushed right over to the shower head that was the furthest one in the room. It was closest to the hole in the floor and I knew that the boys were getting a good view.
In the midst of my shower I stepped out from under the water and, facing the wall, I spread my legs and pulled my cunt lips apart. I pretended that I was checking myself out, but in truth I was giving the horny camp waiters a good look at the inside of my vagina!
Then I took the longest time in that shower. I spent a lot of time rubbing the soap up and down slowly over my pointy pink tits. I wanted the boys to appreciate how well-developed my breasts were.
I could tell by the way that the waiters looked at me at every meal after that, that the boys had gotten a really good look.
Well, Doctor, those were all schoolgirl things. They were easy to get away with and they were mostly in an age when I didn't even think about getting fucked.
Let me re-word that. Even though I thought about fucking, I didn't think about the prospect of a boy really shoving it into me! I figured that I would just keep frigging myself for a while!
Now I'm really afraid that my passion for exposing myself and for having men look at me might really get me into a lot of trouble.
As you already know I do not wear any bra or any panties. I mean, even though you are a professional, I know that you have noticed that my black fringe of pussy hair is completely exposed when I spread my legs wide open!
But anyway, that's my basic story so far. This is a passion that I have kept from my boyfriend and I don't know what will happen if he finds out about it.
Peter is a really well-built guy and he is very good-looking. I can see that when we walk down the street a lot of girls turn to look at him. I often have to laugh when I think that his body is going to waste on me.
I am probably the least appreciative woman as far as a guy's body is concerned. I'm really too busy looking at my own body to worry about how good he looks.
Anyway, Doctor, I'm just afraid that my passion for being an exhibitionist will go too far one of these days. I'm afraid that I will snap!
INTERVIEW TWO
When Irma came into the office the following week she was breathing heavily and her tight tee shirt was bobbing up and down around her firm boobs.
I could tell that something had happened to her in the previous week and I knew that she was anxious to tell me. She did not need any prodding to begin her story.
Well, Doctor, things have changed a bit for me. I suppose that things really came to a head with my boyfriend Peter, and I can safely say that everything had a happy ending for me.
When I went over to Peter's apartment after my last visit with you, he was very romantic. He had gotten me flowers and all sorts of things. And he told me that he wanted to take me to a very special sort of show that night.
Peter said that he had these friends who had just opened this club and that he hoped that I didn't mind it. Well, when I saw what kind of club it was I didn't mind it at all.
It was one of those places where they have live sex shows!
Now you have to understand that although I had been enjoying sex ever since I've been going out with Peter, I always came on like very good girl. I mean, he knew that I wasn't a virgin, but I never let him get the idea that I had all of these burning passions inside of me.
When we got to the club Peter introduced me to the man who owned the place and this guy, a balding man in his forties, looked at me like I was a piece of produce on the counter. I know that most girls are insulted when a man looks at them like that, but as for me I was really turned on.
As you already know, I love to get looked at.
Peter and I got wonderful seats right near the front and as soon as we sat down the show began.
There was this black woman and this tall blond man. When they came out on the stage they were both fully dressed and they each began to undress.
I have to tell you that the show was perfect, absolutely perfect. The two people on the stage did not play to the audience. They undressed and carried on just as if they were completely in private and we were just snooping.
Although watching is not one of my big things, since I really prefer being watched, this was a great turn-on to me. I know that I was turned on because I kept imagining that I was up there instead of the black girl.
I can't even really tell you about the show because I was in a daze all the way through it. Like I said, I kept imagining what it would be like if I were in the show.
The next thing that I really remember is that Peter ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. He ran his hand up and down and up and down. But each time that he ran his hand up, he pressed his fingers against my panties.
Finally he kept his fingers right at my panties and he turned to me to remark about the fact that my panties were wet.
He leaned over and he said, "The pay for doing that act is really terrific!"
How crude! Why should someone want to get paid for the thrill of having a whole audience watch her getting her pussy fucked silly?
After the show was over there was no way that I could play games with Peter and pretend to be a nice and polite and proper young lady. He knew that I had been very turned on by watching the two of them fuck.
"That was some turn-on watching them fuck!" Peter said in a very casual way. "I wonder what it would be like to have everyone walxm while we did it?"
"It would be wonderful!" I said, without even thinking.
Well, that did it. The next thing I knew Peter had me by the hand and he was pulling me over to the owner of the place. He told the bald man that we would do it the following night.
I didn't know what I had let myself in for!
Even though Peter had always fucked me at least two times in a night, that night he refused to fuck me at all. He said that he really had to be able to perform the following night.
That next day I went through real hell with my itching cunt just dying for release. I must have changed my panties at least three times because they kept getting soaked.
It wasn't just the annoyance of not having gotten fucked the previous night, it was also the thrill of knowing that I would be naked in front of a whole audience that night!
I bought a special pair of white lace panties just for the occasion. I pulled them on just before Peter and I went out onto the stage, so that they would be nice and fresh.
To tell you the truth I was a little scared when I first got out there. There were all those people looking at us and I was afraid that I would do something wrong.
But anyway, Peter and I started to kiss. Even when I closed my eyes I could hear the heavy breathing of the audience and it thrilled me that they were watching.
Then we broke from our kiss and we started to undress. I don't think that it has ever taken me longer to take off my clothes. It wasn't that I was scared to take off my clothes. It was really that I was so turned on I wanted to have it last forever.
I unbuttoned my blouse one button at a time and then I stood there, feeling myself in my bra. I had worn a bra that day just so that I would have another article of clothing to remove.
Then I unzipped my skirt and I stood in my white bra and panties. I ran my open palm over the front of the white lace and I could feel that my panties were already wet from my oozing pussy.
I turned my back on the audience when I opened the clasp in the back of my bra. I knew that I was teasing them and that thrilled me all the more. Then I kept the bra in front of myself and finally let it fall away.
None of this was played to the audience, because I really didn't want to be a performer. I wanted to pretend that they were peeking at us.
Then I placed my long fingernails in the waistband of my white lace panties. I ran my fingers across the line at the top and then I slowly peeled the panties off of my crotch.
The moment that the top of my black pussy hairs was exposed I almost came immediately. It was thrilling!
And then I was naked. I looked over and saw that Peter was already sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking his big, hard dork.
As I said to you already, I often do not even notice my partner because I'm so busy paying attention to myself and my own beautiful body.
In this case it was hard not to notice Peter. In the glistening light from the stage his big cock looked even bigger and it looked very appetizing. At that point I cheated a little bit. Out of the comer of my eye I looked out at the audience.
I never let on to the audience that I was looking at them, but I was able to see one guy in the first row whose hand was busy at work under his overcoat. There was a young couple on the aisle in the third row and they were very close together, feeling each other up.
None of this bothered me. The thing I was interested in was seeing that all of these people were looking directly at me! And they were! They were watching my naked body!
That guy was whacking at his meat thinking about what my beautiful pink pussy lips would feel like and how it would be to have my black fringe of cunt hairs pressing against his face.
I can honestly say that I cannot think of anytime in my life when I have ever been so turned on. I literally pounced on top of Peter and he was on his back. I held his cock firmly in my hands and I squatted on top of him.
There was a good reason for this position. I figured that it would be the best way for the audience to see the most of me. So I was squatting on top of Peter and I had his cock in my hand.
I rubbed his cock back and forth against the lips of my vagina and then I placed it between my pink pussy lips. Glancing out at the audience I saw one man over to the side lick his lips as my cunt was spreading open.
Then very slowly I slid myself down onto Peter's cock. I felt the cock pressing into the soft flesh of my pussy and I felt it spreading me open. My cunt was so steamed up with cream that his cock was actually glued to my pussy flesh.
When half of his cock was sticking into my pussy and I could feel that the whole audience was holding their breaths, I slid down the rest of the way and I slammed into him. My well-rounded bottom pressed down against Peter's balls.
As soon as his whole cock was inside of me he started bouncing his hips up and down. I tried to bounce on him and begin to ride his cock, but he wouldn't let me.
The next thing I knew, he had tossed me over. Actually Peter sort of rolled me over and now I was on my back and he was fucking away at my opened pussy.
Since I had originally been in the squatting position before he had rolled me like that, I was now in a position with my ankles up at my shoulders. He ran his hands over my well-formed breasts and I ran my fingernails along his solid back.
"Fuck me!" I cried out, knowing full well that the audience was watching us and listening to what I was saying. "Fuck me hard, Peter, real hard!"
"I'm shoving this hot cock inside of you, bitch!" he cried out at the top of his lungs.
It was wonderful. You have to realize what had happened. When I mounted his cock I was trying to get on top and be in control. Then he managed to roll me over so that he was regulating the fucking.
People talk about realistic theatre, that was really realistic. Anyway, while he was fucking my pussy I kept stealing peeks over to the audience. They had really gotten into our act and I was into doing it for them.
And then Peter's slamming fucks got even harder. He rammed his whole length of meat into me so hard that I was sure his balls were gonna get sucked up into my pussy hole.
I was panting and gasping as I felt the walls of my cunt collapsing around the hot cock. His cock lashed out and slammed at my pussy and then he splashed a spurt of steaming gism against the walls of my vagina.
My cunt was undulating and oozing cunt cream like it had never done before and I know that it was especially hot because of all of those people who were watching me. I made it especially hot because I wanted to have those people like me and appreciate me. I wanted them to go home happy.
When the two of us finished cumming we stayed on the bed for a long time and we were rocking together. Finally when Peter pulled his cock out of my cunt, I felt like every guy in the place was looking at my pussy and was watching the oozing hole. I'd get all of the goo out of it. It was wonderful!
When I finally did leave the stage along with Peter, the owner of the place congratulated us and gave us a lot of money. Then he told us that he wanted us to work there two nights a week. That was the most that they had any couple because they don't want their audience to get bored of the same people.
I didn't even wait to ask Peter. I told the owner that we would be happy to do it.
Well, afterwards Peter told me how happy he was. He said that he really needed the money from doing this act and that he had been sure that I wouldn't be willing to do it.
He told me that he had thought that I was a bit of a prude, even though I was very hot-blooded and enjoyed sex very much. Well, Doctor, that was when I told Peter the stories about my childhood.
I told my boyfriend the same exact stories that I had told you when I first came here. I told him about the time that I had cheated at strip poker so that I would lose and be able to be naked with a boy, and I told him about the time that I got hot because I knew that the boys in camp were peeking into the shower room. I even told him about all of the masturbatory fantasies that I had had.
And what do you think he told me? He told me that he had had the same fantasies. He had always enjoyed the thought of exposing himself in front of the girls in school. He was always hot for having women look at his body.
I suppose that I was so involved in my own body that I had never even noticed that Peter had been completely involved in his body and was paying no attention to me.
Anyway, he also knows some wealthy couples of varying ages who are willing to pay to watch us have sex together. It is a perfect arrangement since Peter and I both love to be watched.
Isn't it funny and wonderful the way that things turn out sometimes?
CONCLUSION
This should serve as a lesson to all couples!
Look at how troubled she was at first about her compulsion to exhibit herself. Her main concern was with her boyfriend. All of that time her boyfriend was hot for the very same thing, but the two of them had not had the nerve to tell each other!
Couples must talk to each other and be honest and open! There will be no way of making up for the time that Inna and Peter lost.
The fact that the two of them are so hot for themselves and pay so little attention to their sex partners may also be to blame for their not noticing that they were into the same trip!
CASE HISTORY TWO
SUBJECT; Rita G.
AGE; Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
It was easy to be caught off-guard when first meeting Rita. She came into my office wearing all of the latest European fashions and looking like she was trying to pass for a fabulously fashionable model.
In fact she was really a fifteen-year-old girl who was desperate for a chance to act like a fifteen-year-old.
The longer she sat and talked to me the more down to earth she became. Until finally, she ran her hands through her well-groomed hair and she just took the pins out and shook it out so that her hair was flowing straight down her back.
Then she sat back and looked more comfortable.
Well, Doctor, if you want to know why I'm so screwed up just ask my parents. That is, you can ask them if you can ever catch them home long enough!
My parents are always running off somewhere or other and they are never home long enough to even talk to me. I don't care because, to tell you the truth, I really don't like them.
I mean, just because people give birth to you isn't any reason for you to have to like them!
But I can't say that the reason that I don't like them is that they aren't around me. My brother Steve is around me all the time and I don't like him either.
Steve is really good looking. He has light blond hair just like mine and he has a very tight little body for a boy of fourteen.
I guess I really ought to be talking about Steve because that's what my problem is.
My parents decided about a year ago that Steve and I were self-sufficient enough to take care of ourselves while they were out of town.
They really do have this company that they run together and they have to make all of these business trips out of town together.
Although I really suspect that the reason they make the trips together is that my mother doesn't trust my father out of her sight for that long a period of time!
Anyhow, we do have an aunt who lives about five blocks away and she checks in on us and even brings us some dinners every now and then. She's the domestic type, very unlike my mother. But she is never really around for a long period of time. She has three children of her own and they are all still pre-schoolers. I fully suspect that Aunt Millie will be stuck with another five children before Uncle Jerry is finished.
My mother was apparently much more outspoken on the subject because my brother and I were the only two that there were!
As for Steve, he was always around. When I was very little he had to be tolerated and then later on he had to be dealt with. He had all of the annoying habits of little brothers. He would toss frogs or dead worms at me and all the lovely things that little boys find amusing.
But in the last two years I have been noticing him in a different light.
I think this is the point where I ought to tell you a little more about my sexuality. I come from a very progressive family. My mother gets all of those magazines that have the centerfold pictures of naked men.
At first I used to sneak into her room and look at the magazines. When I saw those cocks in the magazines I was creaming for a week. But then, I don't know whether it was the fact that she suspected that I was peeking at her magazines or whether it was the fact that she just thought it would be a good idea, my mother gave me a stack of her dirty magazines!
I mean it! She gave me a big pile of those magazines that have pictures of naked men in them and she told me that she was about to throw them out and perhaps I could find something of interest in them!
Talk about euphemism! Well, I sure did find something of interest in those magazines. I used to spend every night creaming and frigging myself when I would look at the pictures of the naked men!
Since I sometimes sneak around among my brother's things when he's not home, I found a whole pile of magazines that my father must have given him.
How do you like that? My folks have never talked to us about sex, but my mother gave me a pile of magazines with pictures of naked men in them and my father gave Steve a pile of magazines with pictures of naked women in them!
My bedroom is right next to my brother's and sometimes late at night I stay very silent and I'm sure that I can hear his springs squeaking. I know that Steve is looking at those pictures in his magazines and jerking himself off.
After awhile I got tired of the same pictures in the same dumb magazines. I used to fantasize that I could be the photographer who would take pictures of the men in the magazines, but I knew that I wanted something much more than that!
I wanted to see a real cock! I wanted to touch a real cock!
One day last summer I finally saw cocks for the first time! My brother had two of his friends over to go swimming in our swimming pool. Our house has a very nice layout and everything seems to make a lot of sense, but unfortunately our living room leads onto a glass terrace that leads out to the pool. So there is nowhere to get changed into a swimsuit!
If someone wanted to go upstairs to the bedrooms to get changed out of a wet swimsuit, he or she would track water all along the expensive living room rug.
The only way to use the pool is to actually use the garage as a dressing room. I had noticed that the wall between the tool shed and the garage was actually only wooden slats that were not filled in.
I knew that it would be tricky, but when my brother and his friends went into the garage to get undressed, I went quickly into the toolshed. I got to the garage just in time to see the boys peel off the last of their clothes and start to pull on their trunks.
The one I was really interested in was my handsome blond brother. I had seen his smooth and well-formed chest and I had seen his powerful legs. The only thing that I had not seen was his cock.
Steve was much less modest than his two friends and I could see why. Compared to the other two boys, Steve really had a good sized cock. He was pulling his trunks slowly up his legs and I reached down to my cunt lips.
I reached under my skirt and then down into my panties so that I could get at my bare pussy. At that time I just had a few wisps of blonde pussy hairs on my twat. My index finger rammed into my cunt lips and I played with my tender pink flesh.
Believe it or not I came and was out of the tool shed even before my brother and his friends were out of the garage. Except for my flushed face and the fact that I was slightly out of breath I am sure that they never suspected anything.
After that I never looked at my brother in quite the same way.
Then, a few days after that, I was in the kitchen and my brother passed by with his swimsuit in his hand. He told me that he was going out for a swim.
I followed at a reasonable distance and when I saw that he had closed the door to the garage I rushed out and went to the tool shed. When I looked through the slatted wall I saw that Steve was putting something up against the garage door as if he wanted to be sure that no one would interrupt him.
Then he went to a box in the back of the garage and he dug underneath some things. He pulled out an old magazine. I really could not see it very well, but it appeared to be a really dirty magazine.
The magazines that our mother and father got were at least respectable. They were things that you could buy in a neighborhood drug store. But this magazine that Steve had was unlike any that I had ever seen before. The front cover showed a man and a woman fucking!
But my attention was soon taken away from the little that I was able to see of the magazine. What I was really interested in was what I could see in flesh and blood and at that moment flesh and blood meant my little brother.
To show you how hot I was at that time, as soon as Steve opened the first button on his shirt I felt my pussy juices start to flow. The boy quickly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. Then he stepped out of his sneakers.
When he turned his back to me I admired the way that his jeans were molded to his firmly rounded ass and I felt at my own well-formed ass. I wondered how much of it ran in the family.
That's when a strange thought occurred to me. Steve and I were so similar in coloring and in build that looking at him was like looking at a male image of myself.
Fortunately he turned back in my direction as he unzipped his fly. I could see that there was already a jutting hardness in his jockey shorts as he peeled his tight pants down his well-muscled legs.
I began to follow his movements, pretending that I was indeed the female mirror image of the handsome boy in the next room. I pressed my hand against the front of my panties just as he pressed his hand against the swelling mass that was stuffed in his underpants.
Quickly I peeled off my blouse and unsnapped my bra so that I would be undressed just like my brother. And then we were both in our underwear. He was in his white jockey shorts and I was in my white nylon panties.
As he reached his fingers into his shorts, unaware that I was watching him, I reached into the waistand of my panties. I slid my panties down my legs at the same speed that my brother used in sliding his underwear down his legs.
Then his jutting cock was pointing right at me. If only the wall hadn't been there we would have been together and I could have reached out and grabbed his cock as he rammed his hand up my cunt.
But the wall was there!
And the fact of the matter was that if the wall was not there we would not have dared do what we were doing. Let me amend that! I would not have dared! My brother had no idea that he was doing anything! He thought he was about to jerk himself off completely in private. He had no notion that I was stark naked nearby and was about to play with my pussy.
As his hand went to his cock and began to stroke it, my fingers went to my vagina and started to shove in and out.
I pretended that the cock that I was looking at was really inside my cunt instead of being inside of his fist and I pretended that the fingers that were invading my cunt lips were really not fingers, that I had his cock inside of me instead.
It was the most wonderful frigging I have ever given my pussy.
As I watched, Steve began to take on a certain tempo in his beating off. I used the same tempo as I moved my hand in and out of my vagina. I was really hot for him and I really got off on this.
Following that, I used to look for opportunities to see my brother naked. If I couldn't see him naked at least I would try to see him in his underpants. That was almost as good because his underpants showed the curve of his ass and showed the well-endowed cock very well.
Anyhow, there was a time about a month ago when my brother, told me that he was going out for the night and might not be back until very, very late. Once again this was at a time when my parents were out of town. No good set of parents would have permitted a fourteen-year-old boy to go running around the way that my parents did with Steve.
What happened that night was really terrific!
I was up in my bedroom and I was almost asleep. I suppose I had fallen asleep earlier and now I had just woken up again. But I definitely heard some laughter outside my window and I knew that there was a girl out there along with my brother.
Softly and silently I crept down the stairs so that I could see what was going on. As it turned out there was no need for me to be soft and quiet. When I got down to the first floor of our house I discovered that Steve and the girl were actually down in the basement.
When I went down the steps to the basement I saw quickly enough that Steve was on the couch. I was able to remain unseen behind the slats of the basement stairway. I peeked through to watch the two people on the couch.
Was I shocked by what I saw. Steve was sitting there with this really trashy redhead from school. Her name is Sondra and she is seventeen. She has the biggest reputation of anyone in the school and she still wears this teased hair that is fifteen years behind the times.
The boy was laughing with her and handing her five dollars. The girl started to strip. Steve also started to strip.
There was no way that I was going to leave my vantage point near the bannister while the two of them were taking off their clothes. Soon Steve's naked body was sitting next to the flashy redhead's naked body.
She had enormous boobs and her skin was so brightly pink that she looked like a boiled lobster. Her patch of pussy hairs was actually brown, so that was the proof that she was really not a real redhead.
Steve was pushing at Sondra's shoulders and she was sitting up straighter than ever. I could tell that he was trying to push her down close to his hard cock, but she would not go.
They were whispering to each other even though it sounded like a very heated conversation. Even though I was virtually in the same room with the two of them, I could not hear what they were saying.
Then Steve grabbed his pants, his cock was still waving at full erection. He pulled out another bill from his wallet and he handed it to the girl.
Without a moment of hesitation, Sondra got down on her knees and started to suck on Steve's cock. First she took his balls in her mouth.
I watched my brother's body as he leaned back and shut his eyes and let her suck his balls. I could hear a loud slurping as she rolled his balls around in her mouth and rolled her tongue around the cum-filled morsels.
Then she took the head of the cock in her mouth. Her fingers, with her brightly red painted fingernails, encircled the cock and began to jerk him off into her mouth.
She moved her head up and down slightly and her hand was being used to held her lips. When she moved her head forward, engulfing more of his cock in her mouth, she moved her hand down toward the base of his hard meat so that she was making the most use of the saliva that she left on his hard shaft.
When she moved her head back so that she only had the tip of the cock between her lips she pulled up with her hand so that she was coaxing the boy's cum into her mouth.
But she was actually doing this at a very quick pace. She looked like she really knew what she was doing. After all, she was a professional.
And then my brother grabbed her hand away from his cock. "I didn't pay you ten bucks to have you jerk me off into your mouth! If you're gonna blow me, I want you to really suck that cock off!"
For a moment the girl stopped what she was doing and took her lips off of the cock. I thought that she was going to really start an argument with my nervy brother. But instead, she put her hands behind her back and mockingly said, "There! Is that better?"
Steve put his hands behind his head and he let the girl do her thing. She now sucked all the way down to the base of his cock and she kept it in her mouth.
I imagined that when she was doing that to my brother's dick, she was moving her tongue around and even swallowing and moving her throat muscles. Occasionally my brother would moan and groan and I was sure that the girl's tongue was teasing his big hunk of meat.
Then his hips began to thrash up and down on the couch. I could hear the springs of the couch squeaking. I recognized the sound. It was the same sound that I heard through the wall that separated our rooms. It was the sound I heard when Steve would beat off in his bedroom.
Now the boy grabbed onto the head of the redheaded girl. He held her firmly in place by the ears and then he kept slamming his cock into her face. The boy was really fucking the face of the slutty girl.
He actually got up off of the couch and moved forward. His weight was resting on the crouching girl and he was slamming his meat into her face. I could see that Sondra was struggling. She was trying to get a breath and she was trying to get free of the cock that was so brutally invading her maw!
I watched as my brother's smooth and well-formed ass cheeks clenched and unclenched. His ass tightened together each time that he pushed his meat into Sondra's mouth.
And then his ass seemed to clench in one final frenzy of delight. I gulped hard. I could see that his whole body had tensed up. It was as if he had an erection of the entire body.
I knew that he was shooting his cum into the girl's willing mouth.
As soon as I saw my younger brother pull his glistening wet cock out of the slutty girl's mouth, I silently rushed up the stairs.
Am I a peeping Tom, or a peeping Tomasina? Is there such a thing as a woman who enjoys watching things? I suppose there has to be, otherwise those magazines with the naked men in them would go out of business!
INTERVIEW TWO
When Rita came back to my office the following week she was dressed more like a teenager. It was obvious that she felt more at ease and felt that it was not as necessary to try to impress me.
But at the same time she seemed very agitated. I knew that something had happened to her during the course of that week.
Doctor, I feel worse than ever. I almost didn't show up for our appointment, but I knew that if I didn't come here and tell you about this, it would only be worse.
After all, who else is there for me to talk to? My parents are off in Majorca at some business conference. But even if they were at home I wouldn't be able to tell them about anything. I never feel that I'm able to tell them about anything.
As you may have already guessed my agitation has to do with my handsome younger brother, Steve, and what happened this week.
I already told you about the time that I had peeked and watched while he was getting sucked off by this particular girl. Well, this week things finally came to a head, (so to speak).
Last weekend Steve had gone out. I was sound asleep and it was already after two in the morning. But I was woken up by the sounds of loud people downstairs. I didn't even worry about a burglar. I knew by that time that it had to be Steve and his rowdy friends.
Once again, by the time that I had gotten downstairs to the living room Steve and his friends were down in the basement. I quietly crept down to the basement and I found all of the worst element in the high school there.
Steve was with this girl with long black hair and there was another couple also. This black boy and girl that I had never seen before. Steve's date and the other couple were all older than Steve and even older than me.
He put loud music on the stereo even though he must have assumed that I was upstairs sleeping. Anyway all four of them seemed so drunk and stoned that I guess they just weren't really aware of what they were doing.
As I watched from my hiding place the two couples danced and they were stripping each other as they went.
The next thing I knew there was that big black boy with his thick cock sticking out of the fly in his boxer shorts and he was rubbing that black cock head against the satiny fabric of the black girl's white panties.
Meanwhile Steve's pants and underpants were down around his knees and he was dancing close up against the tall black haired girl whose slacks and panties were also down around her knees.
Then I was shocked to hear my brother call out, "Let's switch!" as he eyed the beautifully rounded naked breasts of the black girl. The black boy did not hesitate and in a moment he was rubbing his proud cock head against the trimmed patch of the pussy hairs at the white girl's crotch.
It was exciting to see the sharp contrast between the black boy's deep cocoa colored flesh and the white girl's sensuous limbs in pale tan, but it was even more exciting to watch my brother's pale blondness contrasted against the black girl's shining blackness.
The music was still blaring out as the black boy and the white girl slid down together to the floor. My brother and the black girl both stopped dancing and sat on the floor to watch the other two begin fucking.
I guess that that was an indication that my brother was also into being a voyeur. He had his hand up the black girl's twat and she was firmly gripping his cock, but the two of them weren't into having sex with each other. They were into watching the other two people doing it.
And apparently the black stud loved to be watched. I was shocked when I saw the size of the cock that the big black boy had, but then again he was a number of years older than my brother!
The white girl was lying on her back and squirming around like she was anxious to get it. The black boy lifted her up by the legs and she was soon doing a shoulder stand with his help.
His cock began to penetrate her pussy and I could see his powerful hips gently moving so that he could guide the dick to its tight mark. The girl was still humping her body, even though her knees were over the boy's shoulders as he crouched at the waist so that his cock was at the correct angle.
And then his cock pushed hard all the way into the girl. Even though I was hidden on the other side of the room and the music was blaring out from the stereo I could hear the girl gasp when she was split apart by the big black dick.
The black studs ass was clenched together as he pushed his cock all the way inside the white girl's pussy meat.
And then my attention was distracted by something that happened. Even though the black girl had been barely running her fingers along the blood-engorged length of my brother's cock, he began to shoot.
I saw a burst of white gism stream up into the air and then the black girl leaned over and took the spewing rod in her mouth so that she could swallow down all the rest of his cum.
My brother was panting and on his back as the black girl started to work on his cock. When he finished cumming into her mouth she never let it out of her mouth. She kept on working it into a state of hardness. The black boy was fucking the white girl's pussy as he held onto her legs in his standing position. He pulled her around, his strong legs never missing a beat, so that she could watch the scene that was going on on the other side of the room.
All four of them were into watching!
The white girl was getting her brains fucked out by the big black stud, but she wasn't even looking at the boy who was doing the rough ramming! She was looking over at my brother's naked body as the black girl ate his cock.
Then Steve swung around so that his mouth was near the black girl's muff. He started to nibble at her pink cunt lips. I was surprised to see that her pussy was actually pink in the midst of all of that black air. It looked very succulent and moist.
So, she was sucking on my brother's big dork and looking over at the other couple who was fucking. My brother was eating out her pussy, but his eyes were wide open and he was watching the other couple.
And from where I was hidden, I was frigging my pussy like crazy.
While the four of them were going at it in this way I came at least three times and I was still frigging myself. My hand was soaking with cunt cream!
My eyes were glazed over as I watched them switch off in their marathon fucking session. And then my brother, his cock still jutting out hard, came toward the steps as he announced that he was going to go upstairs to get some liquor.
He did this so fast that I was caught off-guard. I started to get up so that I could run up the stairs ahead of him, but I tripped. The next thing I knew my naked brother was standing over me and my nightie was up so that my blonde-ringed pussy was revealed.
I gasped and struggled as he dragged me to the center of the room. There were these four naked bodies towering above me and soon there were four sets of hands tugging at my clothes.
"Stop this! I'll tell our parents on you!" I cried out.
"Who cares?" was my brother's only reply.
As you can tell by that exchange it was pointless to reason with him. My own brother was running his fingers up and down along the slit of my moist pussy.
When I began to sob, he said, "If you don't like me to do it, then you do it for us!"
He stepped away and waited for me to act. I just looked up dumbly, so he ordered me to frig myself.
I closed up my legs and rolled onto my side so that I could try to save myself, but soon my brother and the black boy had stretched my body out. My brother said, "We wanna see what a good girl looks like when she gets hot, so you'd better show us or we'll really hurt you!"
From his tone I could tell that he really meant business. So I stayed where they had spread me out on-the floor and I fingerfucked my pussy. The two couples watched until I started to cum. Then the boys pulled my hand away from my cunt and they ran their fingers along my oozing pussy lips. They put their fingers to their mouths so that they could taste my cunt cream.
I had hoped that that would be the end of the night, but it was not. The two girls held me down as my brother busted my cherry. To make matters worse the black boy shoved his cock, all stained from the other girl's pussy juice, all the way down my throat until I thought that I would choke.
And all of these terrible things happened to me just because I was a voyeur who enjoyed watching sex.
Since that time my brother has come into my bedroom to force me to have sex with him. I have to admit that I enjoy the sex that my brother has with me, and I am turned on to his body and his cock.
Sometimes he will make me pretend that I am alone and I will have to just frig myself. I am very turned on by the thought that he is watching me and jerking off.
Anyway, my brother has me under his control and I don't know how to break it. I blame this whole thing on the fact that I was so uncontrollable as far as watching his basement orgies.
CONCLUSION
The fact that Rita was turned on to the basement orgies and enjoyed watching the sex from a secret hiding place cannot be blamed for what happened with her brother. That merely gave Steve an opportunity to gain domination over his sister.
An incestuous relationship that goes on over a period of time can be a very tenuous and sometimes dangerous thing. At this point it is important that Rita and Steve go for therapy together. If, as the girl says, she enjoys the fucking with her brother, she should continue it. But it is obvious that she has ambivalent feelings about her brother that stem from their intitial childhood rivalries.
It is important that this girl accept the fact that women and girls do enjoy watching sex and that there is nothing for her to feel guilty about!
CASE HISTORY THREE
SUBJECT; Brenda K.
AGE; Twenty
INTERVIEW ONE
Brenda was a little bit shy at first, but when she opened up and started to talk, there was no stopping her.
She had shimmering black hair that fell around her shoulders and she had a very well-rounded body that some might have said was a bit over-weight. Perhaps she would have looked better if she had lost five or ten pounds, but I felt that her fleshy figure was something really solid to dig into, (in figurative terms).
When she spoke it was obvious that she had had a decent education although her voice was a bit nasal 'and very thick with a New York accent.
I suppose that admitting you have a problem is the first step in solving it. That's what they taught me in my psychology 101 class in City College. So, here I am taking the first step in solving my problem.
There's this sexual thing that has gone on for a very long time. How can I term it?
I guess the best thing for me to do is to give you examples of what I mean. I have to go back quite a few years to find the root of this passion that I have.
Anyway, I remember that when I was a little girl of about eleven or twelve I was playing a game down in the basement of our suburban ranch house. I was with this little boy named Fred.
Fred moved away about a year after that and I never saw him again. But that day I got to see quite a bit of Fred.
Somehow, the way that twelve-year-olds do, we got into this whole thing about sex and about our bodies. We were giggling and laughing and daring each other and finally it got down to one of those, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours!"
And there we were. Two little kids! He was looking at my hairless pussy lips and I was looking at his little hairless dick. It was perfectly innocent The boy didn't even have a hard-on.
But just at that moment as we were standing about three feet away from each other with our pants down, my mother came down the stairs.
She screamed and we both started tugging our pants up.
When I think about that story to this day my heart starts to race and my pussy gets all juicy. It was the fear and the thrill of having been caught doing something naughty that made it so wonderful!
My mother chased poor little Freddy out of our house and then she called Freddy's mother so that she could be certain that the boy would be punished. Meanwhile she kept screaming at me and giving me pure hell.
She shut me in my room and told me that I would have to stay there until she decided otherwise. But that was exactly where I wanted to be.
That afternoon was the first time that I ever frigged myself.
I slid my slacks and my panties down so that I could reach my fingers in between my hairless pussy lips and I began to fingerfuck my cunt as I thought over the scene that had just occurred.
It had been so frightening when my mother had walked in on me and Freddy that I kept frigging myself through heaven only knows how many cums. I fantasized about being caught naked with the boy.
I replayed the scene and kept having different audiences walk in on us. I would imagine that my mean math teacher walked in and caught us or I would imagine that a bunch of the kids from school would walk in on us.
Whoever it was who caught us in the act of exposing ourselves would point and laugh and shout at us. It was wonderful.
Well, you've probably figured out by now that the thing that turns me on so much is being in danger of being seen. I have found that I am literally unable to enjoy a fucking unless there is some danger of someone catching me at it!
To give you another example of something that happened just this morning, I was shopping in a very small furniture store on the east side. It's very fashionable and it carries all of the Scandinavian sort of things that are so stylish.
Anyhow they just have one little toilet that is marked restroom. It is for both men and women and it has a lock on the door.
It is more than I can resist when I'm faced with a thing like that! I went into the restroom and I didn't lock the door. I pulled my panties down and I sat on the John.
In less than a minute there was a tug on the door and this handsome young salesman from the store stood there gaping at me. He gasped in surprise and he slammed the door shut.
Even though he only looked at me and I only looked at him for about ten seconds and he probably didn't even get a look at my black pussy hairs that were between the meaty folds of my thighs, I was excited by that incident and I know that I will frig myself and replay that incident many times in my mind..
When I left that restroom I noticed that the salesman who had opened the door at the wrong moment was looking down at his desk and trying very hard to ignore me as I passed by. I got a good look at him and at how he was dressed, simply so that I could flesh out my fantasy a little bit.
It is one thing to be caught with my panties down as I was on those two occasions I have just described. But what really thrills me very much is the possibility of getting caught in the act of fucking.
When there is some danger while I am being fucked I find that my pussy is juicier and my body squirms a little more.
This might also relate back to the time that I lost my cherry. I was out on a date with this big school jock and I was already fifteen, were in the parking lot behind the school gym and we were necking.
Now, it's-not that I was a trampy girl or anything like that, it was just that he and I had dated for quite some time then. We had been through all of the preliminaries. I had jerked him off through his pants, and he had frigged me.
Then we had played with each other without the clothes in the way. But since we were always doing it in the car it was always neccesary to have our clothes just partially off. We were never able to just be naked.
So, Larry, (that was his name), kept pleading with me to finally do it with him, and my pussy was oozing cunt cream and I knew that I would just be a big hypocrite if I didn't let him fuck me. It was not comfortable.
Larry had his shirt on and I still had my blouse on although it was up around my armpits and my bra was opened so that I could reach into the cups and feel my boobs.
My skirt was up and my panties were down, but we found that I couldn't really spread my legs enough in that position, so I had to take my panties off. Larry's pants were down around his knees so that his hard cock was fully exposed.
One of my legs was being crushed under the boy's hulking body and my other leg was up on the dashboard. His hand was roughly kneading the tender pink flesh of my pussy and tugging at my black pussy hairs.
He was not very gentle or very experienced.
The next thing I knew he had his hard cock at the lips of my cunt. He was rubbing his cock head up and down and then he slammed his meat into me just a little bit. Now his cock was lodged between the lips of my twat.
I put one hand on his well-muscled ass, patly to feel the tension in his muscles and partly to steady him and keep him from ramming too viciously into me.
But I guess that ramming hard into me was the only way that he could really take my cherry. I felt his cock break through the thin layer of flesh that was protecting my virginity and then I felt his cock slide in despite the stinging sensation that was making my cunt walls tighten up around him.
When he did this my legs flailed out wildly and the next thing I knew I had kicked hard against the horn of the car. The horn started to blare just as his cock head slammed against the inside of my pussy.
There was no way that he could get his cock out of my cunt, so he just tried to turn toward the horn to try to get it unstuck. But he couldn't do that and he was getting all tangled up in my leg.
By that time the two of us looked like two contortionists.
And the next thing I knew there was a bright flashlight shining in on us. Between all of that noise and the bright glare of the spotlight it's amazing that the boy maintained his erection, but I suppose that Larry really was hot by that time.
The school guard who was shining the spotlight into the car window reached in and managed to turn the horn off by pressing it in a little more. Larry and I remained absolutely still as we were. We did not dare to move or begin fucking or pull out from the position that we were in.
"Ain't this nice!" the guard said, looking us over. By that time I could see that it was a young and good-looking guard. He licked his lips as he looked at our intertwined naked bodies.
"I could report the two of you!" he said. "But this looks so good I think that I'd rather enjoy it! Go ahead and fuck!"
So with the flashlight pointed onto us, Larry fucked my pussy in the tight confines of his car. I kept looking up to see what the guard was doing. He was reaching down to his pants and he was doing something there. Then I saw that his arm was moving rapidly back and forth.
I knew that this man was jerking off while he was watching my pussy getting fucked. It made me hotter and it made my cunt juicier. I was bobbing my hips up and down and urging Larry on to greater thrusts.
Then as Larry was shooting into me I looked up and saw that the guard was gone.
Larry was anxious to put on his clothes and get out of there, but as he was doing that I had to get out of the car and see where the guard had gone. When I went around the car I saw that there was a wet spot of. white drool that had splashed against the car.
I ran my finger across this spot and saw that it was cum. It was still moist and warm. I put my finger to my lips and knew that this cum had been spilled because this man was looking at me!
This may sound crazy, but I was really an object of lust, and that was very exciting to me!
That guard had frightened me and that had gotten me really hot! Then his jerking off while looking at me got me even hotter!
The next time that Larry tried to fuck me was 'while his parents were away for the weekend. He had the whole house to himself and there was no chance of anyone walking in on us and interrupting us.
He was very disappointed and he told me that I had been so much hotter in the car. I knew what the problem was. There was no threat of being caught at it! The thing that got me hot was knowing that someone might catch us at it.
Since that time I have had a number of other boyfriends and most of them have been very nice guys. However I have never been able to do it with a guy when we were in his bedroom.
If I knew that it was a nice and safe bedroom I just couldn't get my cunt cream flowing. Guys were able to fuck me, but it was never any fun.
The times that have been fun have been when we were in strange places where there was a certain danger.
I had one boyfriend who did it with me in the back of a cemetary. There was a funeral going on at this particular gravesite and we had gone for a walk through these grounds.
Anyway, there was this rather large mausoleum and he and I just started to kiss. It was getting close to winter so we were both wearing coats. I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out which surprised him a little bit.
But it apparently did not surprise him too much. He lifted up my skirt in the back and he pulled my panties down. Then he swung me around. We were partially blocked from view by the graves that were around us and of course by the mausoleum that was right next to us.
I had to bend at the waist a little bit and he was able to push his cock into my pussy from behind. He fucked me fast and hard and he came before the funeral service was even done on the other side of the mausoleum.
It was very exhilarating watching all of those people walking out of the cemetary and walking alongside of them. I had that wonderful secret. I knew that I had just done a wonderfully delightful and naughty thing while they were at the funeral.
I knew that they had been a matter of a few feet away from us while we were fucking and yet none of them knew it!
The boyfriends who have been unable to satisfy me and satisfy my needs have had to go. I just get too bored doing it in bedrooms all the time.
As you can see I am very demanding, but my sexuality gets a little scary. There is always the prospect that I will get in trouble! But I love the idea of danger and of doing it in the outdoors!
For me it is worth the risk that is involved in it!
INTERVIEW TWO
Well, Doctor, now I have to tell you about this one particular guy and the things that I have done with him.
There is this big husky blond named Joe who is so sexy and solidly built that I nearly went out of my mind. You might ask how I came to meet Joe and I can tell you. He was my plumber.
He was sent by my building super to fix the leak in my John.
Now, as you already know I have a passion for exposing myself. I love to be naked or partially undressed. So, that day, knowing that a plumber was expected in, I was walking around in this very sheer dressing gown.
I had nothing on underneath the gown and when the doorbell rang I opened it a little extra at the top. Well, when I got a look at Joe I knew that he was worth opening the top of my robe for. He was wearing jeans that were sliding down his hips and revealing the top of his undershorts and he was wearing a white tee shirt that was clinging to his sweat-stained chest.
Leading him to the bathroom I could feel his eyes on me. He got right down to work and as he bent over I saw that he had no belt on his loose jeans so that they kept riding down and exposing his underpants.
Even though it was only the waistband of underpants it was exciting. I love any kind of exposure and this was enough to get me turned on.
I kept annoying Joe constantly because I wanted to be around him. I would leave the bathroom and then come back in two minutes to look in on him again.
Well, one time when I came back to the bathroom I saw that the door was closed but it was not closed all the way. It was still opened a crack. The door opened in such a way that the toilet was to the side of it and Joe was standing there taking a piss.
I held my breath as I saw him holding his cock and urinating. Then as he shook the slab of meat to let the last drops of piss fall off, he kept on shaking it and rubbing it.
It was obvious then that his cock was growing to his touch. I understood just what he was doing. He knew that I would be back there to look in on him and he had left the door slightly ajar so that I would see him peeing.
He did not look up from his cock, but just worked on beating off. He must have realized by that time that I was there.
I unfolded the flaps of my dressing gown and I reached for the fluffy black hairs that bordered my cunt lips. My index finger rammed in between my pussy flesh and I was frigging in and out as I watched the handsome blond plumber play with himself.
Then I knew that I had to play out the scene with him. I pushed against the door as I closed my robe once more. He turned and looked at me with a start. He tried to hide his cock, but I was staring at him.
"You were playing with yourself!" I accused.
"I wasn't exposing myself, lady! Exposing is only when you do it flagrantly. I closed the door!" he said, rationalizing. Obviously this was a ploy that Joe liked to use and he knew all the laws by heart.
But then he saw that I was smiling and he saw that my hands were reaching into my own robe. He knew then that I had a hot pussy.
In a moment we were in each other's arms and we were kissing and feeling each other up. I hardly had to open his pants to pull them down, they were so loose on him.
Then, when we were standing with his erection right up against my black muff, he pulled away and said, "Not here! I know a wonderful place!"
His pants were up and his hard-on was stuffed back in. I pulled on a dress and I didn't even bother to put on a bra or panties. I was ready for anything that Joe wanted to suggest!
The two of us got into his battered old truck and began to ride along. My cunt was creaming as I thought of making it with Joe on the cracked blue upholstery in his truck. But that would come later on.
He drove to a movie theatre that was showing this awful war movie about some people trying to attack a bridge. I have no idea what it was. I know that the movie was just made this year and they say that it is already sold to television. It lost a fortune in money.
So the movie theatre was empty for this flop film. He climbed all the way up into the balcony and we were higher than anyone else.
As soon as I was seated there, he was down on his knees in front of me and he had his head under my dress. His lips were at my pussy and I lifted my hips in the seat to give him greater access to my cunt.
He parted the tender pink lips with his tongue and then he slipped his tongue quickly between my spread pussy flesh. As soon as his tongue was inside of my cunt lips, the lips slammed closed around him and he was a prisoner inside my inflamed twat.
He started to describe little circles with his tongue and his tongue was pressing against all of the sides of my pussy so that it was juicing up in response to his attentions.
Then, when he had gotten my cunt lips to loosen their grip a little bit, he began to fuck in and out of me with his tongue. His tongue slid deep inside of my twat and then it pulled back out.
He was coaxing the pussy juice out of me.
When he shoved his strong tongue up my twat, he flexed and unflexed it so that it was pressing hard against the sides of my vagina. I was close to moaning, but when I looked to the side I saw that the blue-uniformed usher was coming up the isle. I didn't want to call out to attract him over to me.
And yet, the fact that this other person was nearby while I was getting my cunt eaten out was exciting to me. An usher in a theatre may not seem like much, but he was a man in a uniform and I felt very excited at the possibility of this authority figure catching me in the act of getting my cunt eaten!
Then, watching the usher as he moved back down the aisle, I began to cum. My pussy lips tightened down around Joe's invading tongue and the flesh inside of my vagina was undulating with delight.
His tongue was a captive prisoner and he was unable to move it in or out at all. He just flexed it and unflexed it to try to lap up all of the cunt cream that was oozing out of the tender and moist flesh in my body.
I put my hand in my mouth to keep from crying out and then with one final heaving I knew that my pussy had finished and that I was done with that fabulous orgasm in the balcony of the movie theatre.
When Joe sat down in his seat, licking his lips, he put his hands behind his head. I didn't have to be told what to do. I got down on my knees in the narrow aisle in front of him and I started to open his pants.
Pulling out his already thickened cock it looked a lot larger than when I had seen him beating off. I put the cock head to my mouth and then I impaled myself on the firm shaft of meat.
I began to bob my head up and down as I ate his cock and he looked around to see if there was a possibility that the two of us would be discovered.
It was wonderful!
But then when we left the movie theatre we still had to deal with fucking. I was anxious to see what Joe would come up with as a good place to fuck me.
Well, the place where we ended up wasn't very imaginative but it was romantic and very dangerous.
Joe took me to the park and the two of us went for a walk into the woods. We were making out among the trees and then he just pulled my dress up so that his fingers were up my twat.
I spread my legs and he unzipped his pants. Pulling out his cock he placed it right at the lips of my cunt. As I was lying there I could hear the sounds of children playing nearby. I knew that there were some teenaged boys having a baseball game just a few yards away.
And then his cock was inside of me. He was fucking wildly in and out and in and out. I was raising my hips up to meet each of his thrusts.
This was what I really liked. I didn't want to have sex in some quiet little bedroom with dark lights. I wanted to have it in a place where someone might intrude. I wanted to be able to know that there was life going on nearby.
The fact that I heard the sound of the ballgame was an important turn-on to the fucking.
But things went a little sour for Joe and for me. You see, finding kinky and unusual places was one thing when I would get a guy every now and then. But Joe and I started to see each other very regularly.
It really became a problem trying to figure out where we could go to fuck.
What more could I ask for than to have a boyfriend who liked to screw in unusual places? To have enough unusual places to make the screwing worthwhile!
But after a few weeks when we had done it in the back of a church and in a chemistry lab where Joe had to do some work and in a broom closet in the office where I work when Joe came to pick me up after work, we began to run out of ideas.
He was just as much at a loss as I was. He liked the same thing that I did and he had been delighted when he had first found me. But then we didn't know what to do.
Well, Joe came up with a possible solution. I don't know how well this will work in the long run.
One evening when I arrived at his apartment, he pulled me inside the door and he said to me, "Quick before my parents get home!"
I just looked at him for a moment. I knew that he lived alone and I also knew that his parents were in Cleveland. But then I saw that his face was in deadly earnest and I understood that he was playing a game with me.
Well, I can tell you that the game was working. My pussy was steaming up and was ready to ooze cunt cream at the thought of having to hurry up with sex so that we wouldn't be caught by a pair of sneaking parents.
But, that wasn't all for the night!
After we had had a romantic dinner together, (and that was already after we had had our quickie so that we wouldn't get caught by his fictitious parents), I was doing the dishes.
We have a good understanding. Whichever one of us cooks, the other one does the dishes. It's nice to have an equal relationship like that.
When I got to his bedroom door he was lying on his bed in his undershorts and I could see that he had a big erection sticking up inside of them. As soon as he saw me he jumped out of the bed, pulled me into the room and slammed the door shut.
"Are you crazy?" he said.
"What's the matter?" I asked, seeing that once more his eyes were very earnest and sincere and never guessing that he was beginning another game.
"If they catch you in here I'll get expelled!"
"Don't you think I'm worth it?" I said, beginning to strip down and playing a cheap floozy for all it was worth.
He smiled and he rubbed his cock as he watched me do my sensuous striptease. I tossed my bra at him so that it landed right around his upturned meat. Then the two of us rolled around together on the bed and both of us slid out of our underwear.
Suddenly Joe stopped and looked up. He raised a hand and then whispered, "I think I hear something in the hall!"
I lifted my head from the pillow as he continued, "If that's the coach I'll be kicked out for sure!" There was a slight whine in his voice as he said this.
My heart was beating so loud and so fast that I could hear it and I could also hear the thumping of his heart as his broad chest pressed down against my well-rounded breasts and crushed the pointy pink nipples.
His game was working!
As long as I believed that we were in danger of being caught I could get very excited, even when I knew that we were actually just fucking in his bedroom.
When he came over to my apartment the following night I pulled him in the door and I said, "You fool, what if my husband should catch you like this?"
Thus far we have been through a complete encyclopedia of sexual threat situations. Both of us are turned on by them.
But here is what worries me now! We ran out of locations that we could use to have sex and be in danger of getting caught. Now I am afraid that we will run out of situations that we can invent where we can have sex and feel like we are in danger of getting caught.
It was so wonderful when I had first met Joe. Here was a man who liked the same thrills that I did. But I am afraid now that the thrill will die down and disappear. How can we keep it alive?
Can you help us, Doctor?
CONCLUSION
Everyone knows that sex and fear are intertwined.
Danger gets the juices of the body flowing and the fear of being caught in the sex act is a natural turn-on that relates to guilt about sex, a logical outgrowth from Brenda's having been caught exposing herself at the age of twelve.
But while everyone would enjoy fucking in an exotic setting, most sensible people are more concerned about potential prosecution and avoid these dangers. Brenda and Joe are not as sensible.
While I have to teach most of my patients to enjoy sexual variety, in this instance this girl must learn to enjoy sexual normalcy.
CASE HISTORY FOUR
SUBJECT; Addie M.
AGE; Twenty-two
INTERVIEW ONE
Addie looked like a very successful young woman. She was dressed smartly and in the best of taste. Her simple sweater and skirt enhanced her figure greatly and made her look very attractive.
She had brown hair with attractive golden highlights that glistened in the light of the office. And she spoke like a young woman who was sure of herself and knew the value of time. She had her own work to do and she was very interested in not wasting time.
But the main thing about Addie that impressed me was the way in which she looked at everything. Her eyes always seemed to be assessing and evaluating everything in the room. The girl was alert and nothing missed her attention.
It was unusual in my career as an analyst, but the young woman's analytical eyes actually made me feel uncomfortable!
Well, Doctor, I know that I have a problem. I have known about it for some time, but I never really wanted to do anything about it.
Then, when I knew that it had gotten too bad, I knew that I had to do something. But it was always so easy for me to give excuses I couldn't take the time away from work to go to see an analyst! Or, I had to save my money for more equipment and I couldn't go to see an anayst!
The best excuses that I gave myself were the professional ones. I used to tell myself that I really did not have any problem. I used to say that the reason that I was the way that I was, was because of my profession.
I knew that I was lying and what made it worse was that I was tying to lie to myself.
It happens that I am a voyeur!
The fact of the matter is that I am now a very successful photographer. I had spent a long time excusing my voyeurism by saying that it was a natural outgrowth of my work as a photographer.
Aside from that I also knew that it was no longer considered a taboo for women to look at naked men. There are all of those magazines.
In fact I have recently become involved with one of those magazines. It is a new woman's magazine called 'Crimson' and it is trying to be very shocking. There are so many magazines out now that have pictures of naked men in them that they are getting more numerous than the magazines with pictures of naked girls in them.
So, I know that there is nothing evil or perverse about my desire to look at naked men. After all, the two-hundred-thousand women who buy Crimson look at naked men.
I simply feel that where I'm concerned it has gone beyond the simple point of looking at them as a pastime. Seeing naked men has become my whole life and my existence!
The point is a very simple one! I know there is nothing wrong with looking at bodies and being a voyeur in that respect. But I know that there is something wrong when that takes over and takes the place of your normal sex life.
I don't have a boyfriend now and I never seem to crave fucking. I only seem interested in looking.
Perhaps this really is an occupational disease with photographers. We are people who spend our lives looking at things instead of becoming involved in things. A photographer had to be capable of holding the camera steady when the Hindenburg crashed and all of the human destruction followed. A photographer had to be able to hold the camera steady when they were about to shoot the spy in Vietnam, (you remember that famous shot that won all the photography awards).
If you become involved and get emotional, you cannot hold your camera steady. But, of course, you have to feel a great deal of passion about your subject.
That made me the perfect choice to be the photographer for the Crimson centerfolds. But, more on that later on.
To go back a little bit to the time that I was nineteen I can remember when I first realized the passion that I had for voyeurism. I was visiting California and there was this really dumb California beach bum who was coming on to me.
His name was Dan and he thought that he was really terrific, which he wasn't. Anyhow, he offered to take me to the beach. What I didn't know was that he had a special beach in mind. That trip to the beach had a great affect on me!
Dan drove me way up north from Los Angeles. Until then, in the short time that I had been in Los Angeles I had only gone to Santa Monica beach which was at the end of the Santa Monica Freeway. That was a very short trip from Los Angeles proper or from Hollywood.
One time I had gone up to Malibu which was to the north and the beach had been worth the travelling time. It was gorgeous and it was a lot less crowded.
But as we went north on Pacific Coast Highway I could see that we were passing Malibu. "Where are we going?" I asked, beginning to get annoyed.
"You'll see!" Dan said coyly, swelling out his broad young chest.
I was just concerned that I would get stranded somewhere with Dan. I didn't want to fuck with the boy. He just wasn't worth it.
When he finally made a sharp left turn toward the ocean, (and almost rammed into an oncoming car), he zoomed toward the parking lot of Zuma beach. When we got out of the car I really was impressed with the water.
He told me that the reason that the water was so much bluer and clearer up here was that Los Angeles was a basin and this was north of that basin. The water off of Santa Monica was really sitting on the shelf of land that extended from Los Angeles. The coastline as you went further north was bordered by the blue Pacific itself.
The way that Dan prattled on I really couldn't tell how much of this was bull. He was a native of Los Angeles. In all of my time out there he was the only native of Los Angeles that I met. Everyone else in that city came from North Dakota or Iowa or New York. Dan was a good example of Los Angeles living, even his swimsuit was pure polyester.
I was all ready to go right into the water, but Dan told me we had to walk to the south. We had just driven up from the south and there were mountains that separated the highway from the ocean for a good distance where we had just been travelling. Now that we were walking along the beach we were on the ocean side of those same little hills.
Granted that the white stretch of beach was lovely. We kept passing one beach after another and Dan absolutely refused to stop at any of them. Each new beach was decisively less crowded.
I kept insisting that I would not walk another step. I suppose that the only thing that kept me going was Dan's coyness. I was so certain that I would be disapointed in anything that he showed me that I wanted to follow him. I wanted to be able to lose my temper at him and demand that he take me back to Santa Monica.
Then we were faced with a wall of rock. He started to climb up and I told him to drop dead. But he assured me once more that this beach was worth getting to and that he would help me over the rocks.
I'll never know what made me climb up the rocks, but I did. When I got to the top I was looking down at the beach and it was jammed with people. Everyone was naked.
Actualy there were a few people who were still clothed. Some girls had kept heir swimsuit bottoms on even though they had taken off their tops. And the boy who was selling illegal beer was wearing a pair of boxer shorts, But other than that and the few people who were in the process of coming or going and were dressing and undressing, it was a nude beach.
As we climbed down the rocks I said, "I thought that nude beaches weren't legal here?"
"So, how can they raid this place?" Dan asked, very sensibly. "If cops started to climb over the rocks everyone would put on their suits before anyone got down the other side!"
I knew that he was right. The only way to reach this little cove was to climb over these rocks that seemed like a slow trek even for the SWAT team.
He told me that this was called 'Pirate's Cove' because the pirates of the Mexican coast had used it to hide their booty. It really was a very secluded place and there were a lot of people there.
I had my swimsuit off even before he had his trunks down.
The two of us were lying in the sand and when I looked over at the tawny haired boy I saw that he was lying on top of his hard-on, pressing it down into the sand. I was also lying on my stomach and I admit that I was hot because he had a hard-on.
But when Dan put his arm around me, I pulled away from me. I got up knowing that he would not get up for fear of exposing his hard-on to everyone.
"What's the matter with you?" he" asked. But I just walked away without an answer. I was enjoying myself just looking at guys and I didn't feel like taking.
After that I made it a habit to go to Pirate's Cove any chance that I got. I would lie there all day and look at the naked guys. I loved to watch them play frisbee and see their cocks flying up in the air as they jumped up.
Usually guys would come over to me and try to pick me up, but I always put them off and told them to leave me alone. I never wanted to get involved with a guy and I never wanted to let a guy touch me. I just wanted to watch them and see them naked.
And I also got hot when I knew that a guy was looking at my beautifully rounded boobs and getting all excited.
It was easy to get up to the beach since I could always find a ride up the highway. Actually that was the way that I got back to Los Angeles the first day that I went to the beach, since I had dumped Dan at the beach.
He had a nice cock and a really nice body. It wasn't that I was disapointed when I saw his body, it was just that looking at his body seemed like enough to me. There was nothing else that I wanted to do.
The only thing that I wanted was to go home and frig my pussy.
I would rush to my bedroom and I would shut the door and I would begin to peel off my clothes. The anticipation of fingerfucking my beautiful twat is too much for me and I know that my panties are already soaking wet.
Then I would lie back in the bed and shut my eyes. My fingers would enter my cunt and I would spread the tender pink lips apart. How wonderful it feels when the air that is circulating in the room strikes softly against my cunt lips.
Slowly I would run my fingernail around the lips of my cunt and then I would slide it inside of me. I would fuck in and out with my index finger and I would coax the cunt cream forth from my soft and supple flesh.
As I did this I would imagine the pictures of the men that I had seen naked. It was delightful!
But here's the thing! Even in these fantasies I never imagined men fucking me! I never imagined that they were eating out my pussy or that I was sucking on their cocks. I would just see myself looking at them.
That was the only thing that was ever involved in any of my fantasies!
And this I know is not right, Doctor! I know that it is normal to desire sex and sexual ' acts. It is not normal to wish to just touch myself and to shut out all other human beings.
But this is exactly what I have been doing for years!
That is the reason that I do not have a steady boyfriend. There have been a lot of boys who have asked me out on dates, but how can I tell a boy that I just want to undress with him and that I do not want to fuck or suck?
It is a very awkward thing and it is getting more awkward all the time.
Now that my work for Crimson, that woman's magazine, is progressing, I am getting very tense. Putting a voyeur in charge of the centerfolds is like putting a kleptomaniac in charge of a cash register!
They placed an ad for male models and we got all of these pictures from guys who looked like actors. Most of them were easy to discard. I mean, our readers do not want to look at a naked picture and think that they are looking at an actor!
Our readers want to look at a guy and think that that could be the telephone repairman who comes in when she is just stepping out of the shower. Or she wants to look at a picture and think that it is the delivery boy for the supermarket who keeps rubbing the hard-on in his jeans.
So, what we are looking for when we look for a centerfold guy is not someone who looks like perfection, but someone who looks like a real person. A guy that a girl could conceivably find and get fucked by!
After narrowing the selection of pictures somewhat, we called the guys who we were considering. For two full days we had a parade of men coming through our office.
I had my camera set up and I had some grey paper on the wall. Each guy came in and stood in front of the grey paper. I would have the guy take two different poses and then I would ask him to take off his shirt.
After another two shots with his shirt off, I would ask him to open his pants and strip down. By the time he had peeled his shorts off I would take a few shots of him in different positions.
Every guy "had a different reaction. Some of them were so embarrassed at being naked in front of an intimidating woman that their cocks shrank back up into their bodies and looked very small.
Some of the guys were embarrassed about the fact that they had uncontrollable hard-ons while I was shooting them. And some of the guys had erections and just smiled brashly at me, as if to say that they were proud of them. These were the ones that I liked best.
It was a miracle, but I remained perfectly calm and professional through the entire thing. Or at least I pretended to remain perfectly calm and professional. The truth was that the pussy kept oozing cunt cream.
Occasionally I would have to excuse myself and take off to the lady's room to wring out my panties.
On the second day of these auditions I brought along a few extra pairs of panties. I knew that I was going to keep oozing and I was prepared. The trouble was that my pussy kept undulating and drooling out cream and I even used up all the panties I had brought.
When I had to develop those pictures it was really hell. There was nothing I could do but to keep frigging myself until I was dizzy.
I was like a little girl let loose in a candy store.
And this week I have to begin to shoot the one that they chose to be their first centerfold. He's a very sexy guy named Tom and I don't know how I'm gonna make it through the session!
Tom was my choice as the sexiest of the twenty-seven men we auditioned! I'll have to let you know what happens with our shooting.
But I would be lying if I didn't tell you that I have been creaming in my panties every time I think about the times that I will be alone with that naked stud!
INTERVIEW TWO
Although Addie had an appointment for the following week, she called to say that it was imperative that she speak to me immediately. This was only three days after our initial interview, but I could tell from the sound of her voice that it really was something serious that had happened.
I was able to give her an appointment for that afternoon. When she came into my office she no longer looked as prim and proper as she had on our first interview.
She was obviously shaken up by some experience.
I had told you that I was looking forward to my session of photographing Tom, and I had also said that I was nervous about it.
Now that it's over, I'm just confused!
I don't know what in the world I mean by that. The fact of the matter is that nothing is over. I mean, it's simply that so much has happened in the past few days.
The day after I met with you I had the first shooting session with Tom.
Tom is actually a garbageman by profession. He is Italian and he has very short cropped black hair and chiselled features like you would see on a statue. His body is also something that you would see on a statue. His chest has very little hair on it, just a line of black down the center, and it is perfectly shaped and well developed, tapering to a narrow waist.
Might I add that if he was a statue he would need a very large fig leaf.
Anyway, Tom arrived at the studio on the first day for some initial shots. I was working so hard to be calm and business-like that I suppose I became a bit mean and overbearing.
Things kept getting complicated by the fact that the man kept getting hard.
"Can't you do anything about that thing?!" I finally shouted out in desperation.
"Sure!" he said in his smart-alecky way. And he clamped his fist around his big fuck-pole and he began to jerk on it.
As you can imagine I was melting into my panties. I thought that my pussy lips were literally on fire as I watched this modern day Adonis whack on his wang. I was trying to be business-like, so I didn't want to frig myself. At the same time, I could not take my eyes off of his cock as the flared red head pointed toward me and shook with the frantic rhythm of his fist.
"You wanna help me?" he asked, not breaking his stride or his rhythm.
My mouth was too dry for me to answer. I turned around so that my back was to him and yet the image of his fabulous nakedness and the movement of his throbbing cock was still with me.
A moment later I heard Tom grunt loudly. I half turned knowing full well that he was in the midst of an orgasm. I saw a load of white gism shoot out of the tip of his cock and land on the floor about three or four feet away.
I saw that his balls were tightened up against his body as his cock kept dribbling out juice. And then he shook his cock a little bit and he looked down at his hand which was all covered with the sticky white cum.
He looked up at me with a smile like a naughty boy who has been caught with dirty hands and then as he wiped the cum off of his hand by rubbing it across the black hair on his leg, he said, "Now it won't get hard as much!"
I turned and rushed out of the room. I don't know what he thought. Maybe he thought that I was just rushing out because I was embarrassed or maybe he thought the truth. I was rushing out of the room because I had to frig my pussy.
When I locked myself into the lady's room I found that my panties were already soaking wet. I had already changed them once that morning because I knew the effect that Tom would have on me.
I just put my index finger into my cunt slit. That was all that I did. But I began to cum. My cunt tightened down around my finger and I felt the oozing of the cunt cream and I was having an orgasm. I cannot remember any instance when I have had such a fast orgasm. But, then again I cannot think of any instance when I had been so hot!
It was hardly a minute later when I returned to Tom and found him sitting comfortably and enjoying a cigarette. Once again I was business-like and, after having stamped out his cigarette with his bare feet, he was business-like as well.
But when he was posing in front of my camera I noticed that there was a shiny spot across one of his thighs. The spot where he had wiped the cum off of his hand was still glistening wet from the moist gism.
I was close to the breaking point. I told him that we had to stop shooting for that day.
As he went toward the dressing room he was only concerned with the fact that he wanted to be paid for the entire day. I assured him that he would be and I got out of there as fast as I could.
It was very unprofessional of me, but I only developed the first batch of pictures that night. I couldn't have dealt with any more than that!
That night I hardly slept at all. I kept looking at the pictures of Tom and frigging my pussy. As you already know, Doctor, I was not imagining him fucking me or anything like that. I wasn't even imagining that he was frigging my pussy. I was just preoccupied with looking at him.
The next day we were to shoot outdoor things. The editor of Crimson had gotten permission for us to use this particular estate that would be large and deserted.
All of the settings were perfect and Tom's jeans and workshirt were also perfect. I took a lot of shots of him dressed like that and then I had him undress bit by bit.
For a while I took shots of him in his underwear and tee shirt with his work boots and white socks on and then I had him strip out of his underclothes and just leave his work boots and socks on. That was really making my cunt steam up.
But Tcin was hardly a professional model. That was our fault. We didn't want a man who looked like a professional and all of the regular models do look like models. Tom was really just what he was, a garbage man who was out on a lark. He was having a ball and I was trying to do my work. Although I will admit that part of my agitation with him had to do with the fact that I had all that bottled up sexual tension inside of me, I know that a good part of it had to do with the fact that he was very difficult to work with.
Finally when I asked him to move his left foot forward and he moved his right foot instead, I screamed out, "Your other left foot, stupid!"
His face grew red as he screamed in reply, "Nobody calls me stupid!"
"I can't imagine why!" was my snotty reply as I turned away from him.
Now, this could have been a normal fight between any man and woman who were working together, but in this instance it was made different by our circumstances. He was a naked man whose cock was rising to full erection and I was a woman whose panties were so soaking wet that I couldn't even bring my legs together.
Apparently he got very angry when I turned away from him. He grabbed me by the shoulder. That movement would not have been too offensive, but since his cock was rising I felt his cock head brushing against the thin fabric of the slacks that I was wearing.
"Don't you touch me!" I screeched like a possessed woman.
For a moment we stood there just like that. He looked at me, shocked by my reaction and then he said, "You're a loony!"
I was filled with a sudden fear and then I turned away and tried to run, but he slammed me to the ground.
He was down on top of me and built like a statue and naked. His cock was throbbing red and his knees were pressing hard against the soft roundness of my breasts.
Tom grabbed me by the ears and he pulled my head up toward his cock.
I clenched my lips tight together and I tried to fight him off. But he pulled my head up and he leaned his body down so that his cock head was pressing lightly against my closed lips.
There was a droplet of pre-cum that was glistening as it oozed out of his piss slit I felt it dribble onto my lips and then I turned my head to the side.
Even though I was in this weird predicament arid about to get raped in the mouth, I was gathering my wits about me. I was aware that I had been acting hysterically and now that I was on the ground with his naked hulking form pinning me down I was trying to sort out my thoughts.
"Please," I began. "Let's forget that this ever happened!"
"My cock won't forget!" Tom said as he slammed his cock between my open teeth. I could feel the fact that my teeth were scraping lightly against the cock as it slid into my mouth, especially around the flared red head of the big haft.
And then the entire length of the fat hunk of meat was all the way in my mouth. It slammed hard against the back of my throat and I struggled to be free of it. But there was no way that I could pull my mouth off of the cock.
"Suck it and suck it good, you bitch!" he swore in a vile and vicious way.
There was nothing I could do except to try to please him. My head moved back and forth and back and forth. But he was moving his hips as he did this. So he was actually fucking my face and making me take all of his cock into my throat.
It seemed as though each time that he fucked into my face he was going in further and harder than the time before.
My tongue was pressing against the delicate bottom of his cock and my lips were sucking the cum forward and coaxing it out of the cock.
Then he pushed my head all the way down to the ground and he slammed down on top of me. He was really fucking my face then. I could not move my face anywhere. Behind my head there was the hard, round object and up above me was the powerfully built body of this man.
I reached around and clenched my sharp fingernails into the solid muscles of his ass, but that did not do a thing to hamper his brutal fucking progress. His body kept sliding in and out of my face and I was helpless to do anything about it.
His thick bush of black pubic hair was scratching against my nose and his balls were slamming down into my chin as he kept on fucking my mouth. I tried to swallow, but I found that the movement of my throat only made him groan with pleasure.
And then I could feel his balls tightening up against his body and I could feel a different sort of pressure against my lips. He was no longer moving his body, but his cock was expanding around the base. A load of cum was beginning to pour into his cock and begin its trek forward toward the cock head.
Then: it splashed against the back of my throat.
I had no choice but to swallow it all. None of it would even ooze out of my mouth because I was on my back and unable to move my face in any direction. I could not even moan out because my mouth was too full of cock.
He stayed in my mouth even after he had finished cumming and then when he did pull out he kept his weight on top of me. He was not finished with me as yet and he did not want to let me go free.
"Now that you've gotten all these free peeks at me!" the angry nude model said, "let's see what you've got!"
His rough hands practically ripped my blouse as he opened it and then he tugged on my slacks and really did rip my zipper. In a minute I was naked. Actually I still had my slacks around my ankles and I still have one sleeve of my blouse tangled around one wrist, but I was naked enough for Tom's uses.
He knew what he wanted and he reached down to grasp at my pussy. His vicious fingers abused and tugged at my pussy and then he tossed my legs in the air and pulled them as far apart as they would go with my slacks and panties still down around my ankles.
Tom's tongue dug into my pussy and he gave me a wonderful cunt lapping. But he did it for less than a minute. I wanted more but I did not dare to speak up at that point. I knew that this man was angry and he was going to do just as he pleased.
With one vicious thrust Tom's cock slammed all the way into my pussy. It split me apart and then started ramming in and out of me.
As of the second time that he rammed in my extremely aroused cunt was oozing pussy juice all over his cock. I was wishing that he would stop because it was too much for me to take. It was too much friction and to much excitement and I wanted to stop my orgasm.
But my orgasm kept continuing. I swear to you, Doctor, I had an orgasm that lasted at least five minutes. From the time that I started cumming until Tom finally started cumming in my pussy, he was rubbing back and forth against my undulating pussy flesh and he was making my orgasm go on and on.
After this thing in the woods was over I packed up my photo equipment and I said goodbye to Tom.
"Where are you going? We still have more shots to take!" Tom cried out, still completely naked.
"I'll have them send a new photo!" I said as I hurried away. And that is precisely what I did.
I have a good reputation as a photographer and I already have an offer from a studio that does nice and conservative lady's fashion layouts. I quit my job with the magazine because I knew that I couldn't stand being around naked men.
What can I do? I'm so confused.
CONCLUSION
The only sensible thing that Addie did was to leave her magazine job. She had a voyeurism problem and being exposed to all of that flesh was very unhealthy for her.
Readers must understand that nothing that Addie liked was abnormal or unhealthy! She liked to see naked bodies and to masturbate herself. The only thing that was unhealthy is that this was her sex life exclusively.
Whatever sex acts a person prefers, contact with fellow human beings is essential. Addie had simply carried her passion for 'watching' a little too far!
Too much of any one thing does not make a well-rounded sex life and too much solitary masturbation means that a person is missing out on all of those wonderful shared post-coital cigarettes!
CASE HISTORY FIVE
SUBJECT: Penny P.
AGE: Seventeen
INTERVIEW ONE
Penny P. is a tall, attractive girl with thick, shoulder-length black hair, and a slight southern accent. When she came, to see me she was wearing a bit of make-up which made her look older than seventeen. She wore a black turtle-neck sweater and a short black skirt, too. You would have never known, by looking at her, that Penny was such an exhibitionist. However, as she spoke with me, her skirt seemed to slink up her legs and it was soon quite evident that she wore no panties.
It was soon apparent to me that she was getting excited, knowing that I was watching her, because I could see that her nipples were stiffening under her tight sweater, indicating to me that she wore no bra.
I don't know how it all started. I mean, well, first I think I used to be a voyeur. I have this theory, anyway, that people are voyeurs at heart. It might not be true, but doctor, you have to admit that a person is either a voyeur or an exhibitionist. One or the other, or sometimes both.
As I said, I started out as one and then I turned into the other, and I even think I know why it happened that way.
You see, when I was twelve, and a virgin, but still thinking about sex, I didn't have any experiences that I could relate to. I got off on looking at pictures and looking at movies. My boyfriend, who is now my husband, had these films that he would let me look at sometimes, and I would see all kinds of things.
They turned me on like crazy, and made my pussy spasm with desire.
However, those films started to bore me as soon as I learned how good getting involved in sex really is. It's much more fun to do it than watch it, but I would have never known that until I did it.
And now, I don't mind doing something in front of someone because I get off on the actual sex part of it, and I get off when I know that the person watching me is getting excited too. After all, isn't that the best part of sex, knowing that you're exciting the other person? That's what it's all about, as far as I'm concerned.
I'll never forget how I lost my virginity. It was strange.
John, my husband, and his brother Harry, had their own apartment. John is seven years older than I am, and Harry's two years older than John. When John's parents decided to move up North, he and his brother got an apartment.
John would entertain me there all the time, and sometimes, for all I knew, his brother Harry would be in the next room watching. He wasn't there that first time, however.
I had been going out with John for three months before he ever tried anything, and he said the only reason he waited so long was because he knew how young I was and wanted me to be real sure I wanted to do it.
I thought that was rather nice of him, don't you? I mean, most of the guys I went out with forced themselves of you, and you had to fight them off.
Well, on the night that it happened, John has invited me over and he had gotten me very high on pot. We were also drinking wine, and then he suggested that he show me some of the movies he had. It was the first time he had ever done that.
I thought I was going to see a musical or something. However, when he started to film there was this blond man lying on a bed. He was completely naked, and although I could only see his ass, he was thrusting it up and down. There was a pillow under his crotch, and I guess he was fucking the pillow.
He didn't do that for long, however. The door to the room opened and these two girls walked in. One had red hair and big tits. The other had brown hair and her tits weren't as big. She did have a hairier pussy, but I didn't really notice that until she took off her clothes. When she and her friend entered, they were dressed.
They looked at the man humping the pillow. He hadn't heard them come in.
Then the redhead walked over and started to pat his ass. He stopped what he was doing to the pillow and rolled over. He didn't have such a big cock, but it was thick. The girl moved her hand down and touched him, then asked him if he wanted her to go on. Well, from the goofy grin on this guy's face, you knew he was loving it.
As we watched, I noticed that John was moving his hand up and down my back. I could feel this slow tingling in my pussy.
"What do you think of it, Penny?" he asked, leaning over and licking my ear.
I was to learn, later in life, that my ear is one of the most sensitive areas I have. When a guy licks my ear I feel my whole body surge with warmth, and it's just about the best feeling in the world. I love it.
But I was still a little nervous. The movies were making me hot, all right.
But I knew what that heat could lead to, and it scared me.
I turned back and watched the film. The redhead had already stripped, and she was sucking this guy's cock. As she moved her mouth up and down his shaft, fast, she moved her hand to his balls and started to pull on them.
Meanwhile, the girl with the brown hair was stripping, and once she was naked she sat by the man's face and spread her red pussy lips.
The man moved his head as much as he could (for he didn't want to pull his cock out of the girl's mouth) and then started to lick the brown-haired girl's pussy. What the man lacked in cock length was sure made up in tongue length.
I couldn't believe what a long tongue he had, and he kept ramming it in and out of this girl's pussy.
The thought of having that done to me was making my own pussy tingle even more.
Suddenly, John placed his hand on my pussy, on top of my jeans, of course. He started to squeeze a little bit, and when I moaned, he slid his hand into my pants.
"You're nice and wet, Penny," he said to me. "I know that you must want it as much as I want it, right?"
"I don't know," I said.
At that time, I considered myself a voyeur. I mean, I didn't actually know the word then, but at the time, I was getting off more on the movie than I was on anything else. John's pussy probing fingers soon changed that, however. I could feel him sliding his fingers, first one, then a second, into my pussy. He found my clit right away and started to wiggle it back and forth.
The fact that the film was on helped me get through the first experience.
Part of me kept thinking that it was wrong, and that part of me was scared by what John was doing. Fear can really take away from sexual passion. I know that now.
However, the part of me that kept watching the film kept saying that if they could do it, I could do it. Not only that, but if they were free enough to have done all that in front of a camera, knowing that they were making a film that so many people would be seeing, then I could be free enough to do it in my boyfriend's living room.
"What would you like me to do?" John asked me.
"I'd like it if you eat my pussy, the way the man's eating hers," I said He smiled at me. I guess I thought that he would be doing me a favor by eating me. In reality, there was nothing that he would have liked to do more. John can eat my pussy for hours and not get tired, but only on an empty stomach. If he's eaten a big meal before, he's usually too full to drink me.
I lifted my ass off the couch while John slid my pants and panties down. He brushed his fingers over my thin black bush, then positioned himself between my legs. His mouth moved to my cunt and he placed his lips over my pussy lips and started to suck on my pussy. It was nothing like the blond man in the film was doing, but it was better.
I could feel my whole body bursting with pleasure. I moved my hands to his thick black hair and started to push his head closer and closer to my cunt. I think that I could have smothered him.
However, he was doing okay.
I looked back at the film. The blond man was mounting the brown-haired girl from behind, slipping his short thick cock into her cunt. Meanwhile, the redhead was now being eaten by the brown-haired girl.
There were a lot of close-ups of the man's cock sliding in and out of the girl's pussy, and I was getting so hot just watching that I remember I started to pull off my blouse off because I was sweating so much.
It was a combination of John's eating me and the film.
As the blond man started to come in the film, he pulled his cock out of the girl's pussy and shot his thick cream all over her buttocks. He was rubbing the cream in with his fingers and the girl was moaning like mad.
I started humping my ass up and down off the couch. John was sliding his tongue in and out of my cunt by that time, and I could feel my pussy spasming so hard. I knew that I was in the middle of my first really intense orgasm.
"Oh, John," I was moaning. "Shit, John. Oh, John."
But he was too busy lapping up my pussy juices. When he was finished, he looked up at me and I saw that his chin was dripping with my juices.
"How was it?" he asked.
"Change the film," I said to him, smiling.
He smiled at me. I think he understood, back then, that I was into the films a little bit more than the actual sex experience. That's what I love about John, and always will. He's the most understanding man in the world.
He got up to change the film, and I noticed that there was this huge hard-on in his pants now. It was the first time I had ever really seen John with a hard bulge. I kind of hoped at the time, that he was hard because of the pleasure he got from licking my pussy and not from watching the film. I decided that had to be it, no matter what, because while he licked my cunt, all he could see was my black pussy bush.
John changed the film, and it started. This one had two men and a woman in it. The woman was sucking one off while the other fucked her ass, at the beginning. I thought there could have been more leading up to it.
However, I didn't have time to watch it too much, for John had already slipped out of his clothes, and when he walked over to sit next to me, he was naked.
"Would you like to do what she's doing to the blond man?" he asked. The blond man was the one who was getting sucked.
I don't think he ever would have asked me to take his cock up the ass the first time. In fact, we didn't get into anything like that until four years later, after we were married and experimenting with other things.
I licked my lips. John's cock was much bigger than the one in the film. When he's hard he has about nine inches. I didn't know if I would be able to do it all.
I moved my mouth down and started to lick the tip of his cock. I tasted one drop of his come then, for it had been dripping out of his slit. He moaned when I licked him, and I noticed that there was this silky quality to his cock head.
I opened my mouth wider and started to suck him in. I was happy that he didn't try to thrust his cock, like the man in the film was doing.
Right, about that film, I made sure to look up every once in a while. The film was helping me go on, if you want the truth.
However, our scene took much longer than the film. I do-remember looking up as the blond man was getting ready to come. He pulled his cock out of the girl's mouth and she opened her mouth as he started shooting. Very little of his come landed on her tongue. Most of it landed on her nose and cheeks and chin.
John moved his hand to my pussy and started to finger me.
"Hey, Penny, I'm going to come in your mouth when I come, okay? They don't do that in the films because they want to have the come shots on screen. But I want to come in your mouth so you can really taste what it's like."
As he spoke, he started to pant. Then I felt his cock pulsating in my mouth. I hadn't taken him back in my throat at all, but when he started to pulsate, he grabbed my head and then rammed himself deep in the back of my throat.
I almost gagged, but I was saved by his first ejaculation.
The come shot right down my throat, and then he pulled back a little. I could feel the rest of his come shooting onto my tongue, and I loved the flavor of it right away. I started to suck harder, but soon, he was going limp.
"How do you like it so far?" he asked, still fingering my pussy.
"Pretty good," I said, and I looked back up at the screen.
It was completely white. The film had ended. I was really in the mood to see another one, and I was glad that John had a whole collection.
We sat through two more films, just stroking and touching each other, and smoking a little more pot. I liked the way John's cock looked and felt when it was limp, and when I told him that he started to laugh.
"I don't see why. There's nothing that you can do with a limp cock. A cock is really a cock when it's hard, and don't forget it."
I couldn't. I was seeing so many hard cocks in the films. After a while, John's cock started to grow, too. I squeezed him in my hand as he stiffened because there was this incredible strength behind the whole thing.
He started to moan as I squeezed him, and soon he was fully hard.
"All right," he said to me. "Penny, I'm going to fuck you now."
"Change the film," I told him.
He smiled at me once more and did as I said. This time, he was smart. He had three short films that he had put together on one reel, and he seemed to sense that we were going to need all that time. He put it on.
I think it was about thirty minutes of film. All I know is that we were still fucking when the film ran out, but by that time, I was lost in it.
As he started to films, he walked back to me and told me to lie on the floor. I lay on my back, and I could see the film upside-down by lifting my head. It was still a great turn-on, even upside down, so I didn't mind that.
I felt John starting to kiss my tits. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and got it all wet, so that when he moved to the next one and pulled his fingers over to the first, it was nice and wet and lubricated so that his pinching even felt good.
I could feel my pussy starting to tingle a great deal.
However, I was looking up at the screen. In the next film, there was this man with a huge cock. He had this woman tied up and he was slapping her across the face with his cock. She had her mouth open, as if she was hungry to take him down her throat. He seemed to know it, and in some ways, his cock slaps were a form of torture.
I know that I started to lick my lips, too, and I was thinking about what that cock would be like in my mouth.
I felt John started to lick his way down to my pussy. He flicked his tongue in and out of my navel a few times, then licked my pussy lips.
His tongue played with my clit a few times, and I saw the man shoving his cock into the woman's mouth. She sucked on it like crazy, and he started to come on her face a few seconds later. I couldn't believe that a man could have so much come in his cock.
It was dripping all over her face.
I started to come hard, and that was when John kissed his way back up my body. I suddenly became aware of his hard cock rubbing its way over my thigh. Then he moved it to my pussy and rubbed it over my cunt lips.
I moaned softly.
I was still a little scared, though. You see, I didn't know if I had a hymen or not, and I thought that if I did, it was going to hurt. I was always pretty active, physically, so I could have lost it.
When John rammed his way deep into my cunt, I was still concentrating on the screen. There had been a quick cut, after the man came on the woman's face. He now had her tied in a different position, and he was fucking her cunt.
She was moaning with passion, so she was obviously loving it.
I started to moan, too, partly because I wanted to imitate the woman on screen, and partly because I really felt like doing it. My pussy was feeling nice, and John's cock was feeling even better inside.
His thick cock bone was making good contact with my clit inside, and I could feel my pussy walls spasming tightly and gripping around his cock. He moaned with each spasm and I wrapped my legs around his ass.
I could feel John kissing my neck and my tits, but he didn't try to kiss me on the lips at all. I think he knew I was concentrating on the film.
The next one came on.
There was a black-haired man getting sucked off in the front seat of a car. He was rubbing his fingers over the girl's skirt. She had it pulled up in the back, and the man soon started to finger fuck her pussy from behind.
I was loving it, and my pussy was going crazy.
There were times when John started to moan so loud that I thought he was going to flood my pussy. I realized that once he came, the good feelings would most likely subside because he'd lose his hard-on.
I did want it to last as long as possible.
When the third film ended and the screen went white, I looked down at John. He was still busy pumping away. He smiled at me, then placed his lips over mine and kissed me hard. He pressed his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked on it hard.
That was when he started to come. I could feel his cock pulsating so hard in my cunt that I started to come, too.
It was then that I knew I loved sex. For the film was no longer on for me to watch and I was getting off on the pure animalistic feelings known as the sexual orgasm. I loved the way it felt that first time, just like I love the way it feels now.
John's orgasm involved many pulsating ejaculations, and he continued to thrust in and out even after he started to lose his hard-on. As he fell out of me, I just loved the feeling of his dripping sweat pouring on me.
We lay there for a long time, and then we went out to eat. We didn't talk about the experience too much because we just assumed that the other had had a great time. It wasn't until a few months later that we started talking about our sex life.
We weren't using the films all the time. Sometimes Harry needed the apartment because he was having a girl over, so John and I would have to stay out somewhere. We would then make it in John's car, but it was never as good.
Once, after a fumbling attempt to fuck in the front seat with that goddamn steering wheel always getting in the way, we started to talk.
"Maybe it's not the same without the films," I said.
"It's the car that's doing it, you have to realize. It's just not as comfortable in a car, and that's where the problem lies."
"I guess you're right," I said. "Still, those films."
"Hey, Penny, I don't want you to always have to use those films to get off. You should be able to get into sex and the feeling of it without those films. Right now they're beginning to be more of a hindrance than anything else, for if you can't get off without them, you're becoming dependent on them."
"I know," I said. "I just need more sex experiences."
"Just let yourself get into it more," John said.
And then he moved his mouth down to my pussy and started to eat me, probably better than any other time but the first. He was determined to make me come hard, and I could feel him sucking me with more power than my mother's new high-speed vacuum. I thought that I was going to die from pleasure.
I started to come three seconds after he started sucking me, and he continued to suck me for the longest time. I was so inspired by what he did that I just reached over and grabbed his hard cock. I sucked him between my lips and started to give him one of the best blow-jobs of all time.
I didn't think of the film once. Instead I just thought of his smell, his taste, and the way he was moaning. I think his moans did it to me more than anything else.
I started realizing how terrific it was to give someone pleasure.
Now I know that doesn't very well mean I'm an exhibitionist. It really only happened one time, and that was the most exciting time ever.
But while it was happening, knowing that Harry, my brother-in-law, was getting off watching me, it just seemed to make it all so much better.
Then, when Harry joined me and I sensed that John was watching, it was the biggest thrill of my life. Soon he joined, too.
Of course, when the three of us were together, it was better than when I was just working my pussy alone. But masturbating while I knew Harry was watching just served as a kind of foreplay that had me at a high before we even started.
And I know it all began that night in the car with John.
He had just told me to forget about the films, and I did. After he came in my mouth, we waited until he was hard again and then he started to fuck me. My pussy was just so tight as he worked his cock in and out.
After it was over and he had fallen on top of me, exhausted, he started to kiss me.
"I knew you could do it, baby, I just knew it," he said.
"Of course I could. Do you think my whole sex life is going to get fucked up by your porn movies? Well, it isn't."
And it still never has. Of course, the movies still come in handy. I mean, if John hadn't been so secretive about the latest movie he bought, and had I not been so curious that I had to see it when he went to work, Harry never would have caught me masturbating. But that's another story, and a good one.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Penny came to see me, she was wearing a see-through blouse. Of course, she had a coat on, but when she took it off, it was almost as if she was wearing nothing. I had to admire her fine, firm breasts, and her thick brown nipples.
I could tell that it thrilled her to hear such compliments, a sign of a true exhibitionist. When she lay down on the couch, I could see that she had decided not to wear panties again, either.
I was very aroused by Penny's appearance, but the call of my professional duty counts above everything else, and I urged her to continue her story, hoping that my sexual urge would subside at the same time.
It happened about two months ago, or three. I don't remember.
There were a lot of changes in the apartment after John and I got married. First, we thought it would be a little strange if Harry, John's cute older brother, still lived with us, and Harry agreed. After all, we were newlyweds and we deserved a place of our own. It was just about that time that Harry got a promotion, too.
He was going to be travelling a great deal, and since he was unmarried and had no ties, it all worked out perfectly.
John and I said that Harry could just keep his things in his room, and when he was in town, which would be about one week a month, he could stay at the apartment. It seemed to be only fair, since there was no sense in Harry then getting his own place since he wouldn't be staying there too often.
Well, one morning, over breakfast, John started talking to Harry. I was in the kitchen, and they probably thought I couldn't hear them.
"I have got the best loop ever," John said to his brother. "It's the hottest one that I've ever seen."
"Terrific," Harry said. "Thanks for telling me this morning. Now you've gotten me all aroused. Why don't you show it?"
"The idea was to get you aroused. Bring some girl home tonight and the four of us can sit and watch it. It will give you something to look forward to."
"Okay," he said, smiling. "Shit, if only I had a girl like Penny. She's smart, young, and looks quite hot."
John smiled at his brother. I had always thought that Harry had the hots for me, but I never would have done anything with him behind John's back.
Well, that's not quite true. Once I was aroused by that film, the thought of Harry watching me, I was more than willing to take him.
I'll get to that, however.
When I walked back into the dining room, they changed the conversation. I could tell from the way they were looking at each other that something was going on. I kind of laughed to myself because they thought I had no idea of what they were talking about.
I was already planning my own fun, though.
You see, I was still a voyeur, too. The films made me hot. If John had what he thought was the hottest film of all, then I wanted to see it.
The two of them got ready for work, and after they left the house, I didn't even bother doing the dishes. I ran to our bedroom and pulled the screen down (since we got married, we moved it to the bedroom) then set up the projector.
All I had to do was find the film. John kept all the films in one place, and as I looked through them, they were all familiar.
I wondered where the new one was, then figured he probably hid it where he hid everything else he never wanted me to find. In the bottom drawer, under all his clothes.
I rummaged through, and sure enough, there was the film.
When I set it up, I turned off the lights. Then I decided to put on some nice music. I put on our headphones and then flicked the film on.
I didn't think that it was the hottest film, but it did something to me. I preferred films with cocks, and this one just had a young girl in it. She was fully dressed, and as she started to undress, I got hot.
I was just so mesmerized by the film, that I started doing what the girl on the film was doing. She unbuttoned her blouse, and I did the same. She unclasped her bra and I did the same thing, too.
As she started to play with her nipples, I began to play with mine. I could feel them pulsating with life, and the more I pinched them, the more pleasure I felt.
Now most people think that you can't hear anything when you have headphones on, but that's a lot of bullshit. I have a terrific ear. Besides, Harry accidently bumped his knee against our bedroom door, and that's when I first noticed him.
I learned later on that he had forgotten his briefcase, or so he claimed. I still think that the whole thing was a set-up.
Still, I didn't look at Harry for too long because I didn't want him to know that I could see him. I did see him pull his cock out of his pants and start to jerk himself off. He had a nice, thick cock. I made sure to glance over every so often.
The girl in the film pulled her panties off, and I did the same. I could tell from the look on my brother-in-law's face that it was taking all his conscious effort to hold back and keep from coming.
I could also see that he was licking his lips.
When the girl in the film reached over and started to play with a dildo, I opened my drawer and pulled out my own dildo. She spread her lips and began to run the vibrating phallus over her clit, and I did the same.
I could see Harry's face getting all red and huffy. Shit, that was the best thing. He was getting off on me, obviously, because he couldn't see the screen at all from where he was standing. I was getting off on him getting off on me.
The voyeur, doctor, had turned into a complete exhibitionist.
I started to work the dildo in and out of my pussy even faster, and then I saw Harry cup his hand in front of his cock. I knew that he was coming from the way he looked and the way he was breathing so heavily. He was shooting his come into his hand so that he wouldn't get the carpet all dirty.
I thought it was terrific. However, as he came, he really lost control and when he leaned against the door, it opened all the way.
Harry fell into the room, and I pulled the headphones off.
There was a brief moment of tension between the two of us. I don't think that either one of us knew what to make of this whole scene.
However, I knew what to make of his cock. I could see that it was semi-hard now after his orgasm, and there was a drop of come leaking from the tip. I walked right up to him and fell to my knees. He held his palm up.
First, I licked the come from the palm of his hand, then I sucked his cock between my lips and started to suck him completely dry.
As I did, I thought I heard the front door open.
After it was all over, and John joined us, he told me that he had left some important papers home. Harry's briefcase I could understand, for I did see it in the living room before I went to the bedroom to watch the film. But I have a feeling that John knew something like this would happen and that's why he came back.
I was lost in the musky aroma of Harry's sexuality, working my head up and down to try and get his cock stiff again. That was why I paid very little attention to the door. It didn't matter if my husband was watching.
And I knew that he was. I could see a shadow near the door, and he was standing in the hall a few feet back, peeking in.
Meanwhile, Harry's cock stiffened quite fast. I guess it was because I was completely naked and he was getting off on stroking my flesh. As I started to suck him hard, he pulled my pussy over his face and began to lick me.
I was coming in a second, from a number of things.
The dildo that I had been using had a lot to do with it, but I knew the main reason. I had gotten hot masturbating and knowing that Harry was getting off on it, and now I was getting even hotter sucking his cock while I knew my husband was watching.
I had no reason to fear anything, for John has always been an understanding man. Besides, if he had wanted me to stop, he would have barged his way into the bedroom.
Anyway, at one point, I looked up and I saw what he was doing, just by the shadow that I could see across the carpet in the hall.
John was playing with himself, and soon I could tell that he had taken his hard cock out of his pants and he was jerking it.
I told Harry that I wanted him to fuck me, after a few more minutes of pussy eating. I had this tremendous desire to suck him to an orgasm, but since he had just come a few minutes before, watching me play my exhibitionist game, I didn't want to chance bringing him off again and then having him get too tired for another erection.
Harry told me to lie on my back and then I felt him rubbing his hard cock against my pussy lips. As he started to thrust his way in, I let out a long, loud moan. I could feel my pussy spasming around his cock, hard, and he grunted as he thrust his way in and out. I kept looking at the shadow in the hall.
Eventually, I saw the shadow approaching.
When John walked into the room, he was anything but mad. He had this huge grin on his face and the thickest bulging hard-on I'd ever seen him have. That was how much this whole thing excited him.
That has to be the secret behind what makes someone an exhibitionist, doctor, for when I saw how excited he was, I started to come harder. Just knowing that what I was doing brought him sexual pleasure only served to heighten my own.
Harry looked up for a minute, and he could have possibly gotten scared seeing his brother there. After all, he hadn't gotten full approval to fuck his brother's wife.
The exhibition scene had turned everyone on so much, though, that when John smiled at Harry, Harry smiled back.
"Keep pumping her, brother," John said. "Pump her hard because this bitch is a fiery one, and that's just the way she likes it."
John sunk to his knees right by my head, and I could tell from the fierce pulsating of his cock that he was going to come any minute.
I moved my hand to his swinging balls and cupped them. He pointed his cock head at my open lips and then started to shoot his come into my mouth. I loved it. It was like drinking nectar from the fountain of youth, or something like that. All I know is that his come never tasted better than it did that time.
He was grunting and groaning as he came, and when he had finished I sucked his cock between my lips and tried to get him hard again.
Then I felt Harry's cock starting to pulsate in my pussy. He was soon shooting his come deep inside of me.
My whole body was dripping with sweat as I came out of the orgasm, but my passions were still at an incredible high.
As Harry rolled off me, I moved my hand to his cock and started to pull on it.
Then my husband began to strip, and soon the three of us were naked.
And now, I'll tell you what really assured me of the fact that I love to fuck while someone watches me. You see, I didn't want to keep taking them both on at the same time. They didn't want that either.
As it worked out, John got hard faster than Harry, so he started to fuck me. I watched Harry lean against our dresser and pull on his cock until he was fully hard again. He was really getting off watching us.
He waited until John finished fucking me, and when John came and pulled out, limp cock and all, Harry was there to take his place. Then I just watched my husband watching us, and he was even more excited than his brother had been.
They alternated a few times, and three hours later, we were all exhausted. Both of them called in sick to work that day, and we spent the rest of the day in bed.
I did all kinds of things to turn them on, turning myself on at the same time. At one point, I masturbated for both of them because neither one had ever seen a girl just sit and masturbate, except on a film.
They were only inches away from me when I did it, and naked as I was. I could feel their body heat making me hotter, because they were really getting turned on. In no time at all, I had two hard cocks to satisfy me once more.
However, I'm beginning to think that I'm a nymphomaniac now, because when I pull one of my exhibitionist numbers, I just can't seem to get enough sex.
CONCLUSION
I feel that Penny's theory about what turns an exhibitionist on while that person does his or her thing (displaying themself in some form of sexual activity to an eager audience) makes a great deal of sense in her case.
She is a girl who obviously learned to love sex very early in life. At first, she had to take the voyeur route, but as her husband learned what satisfied her more, he soon taught her to go with her own feelings. While she was going through that stage, Penny learned how truly sensational the sexual orgasm could be.
The exhibitonist stage followed shortly, for one of the things that added to Penny's orgasm was knowing how much her partner was getting turned on. If the partner turned out to be a voyeur, as in the case of Harry and then John, it only added to her pleasure even more. She actually feels sexual thrills knowing that someone who watches her is getting turned on. Sometimes, however, I wonder how it would work for the exhibitionist or the voyeur watching her did not get turned on. Would it be a turn on for the exhibitionist, or not? Perhaps one day, Penny will experience such a situation.
CASE HISTORY SIX
SUBJECT: Sue R
AGE: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Sue is a tall girl with long blonde hair. When she came to see me she was wearing a T-shirt, and it was easy to tell that her breasts were small, but firm. She wore a pair of jeans which displayed nice curves in her hips and buttocks.
Sue seemed quite eager to talk, and at times I had to tell her to slow down a little because it seemed like she was racing to tell her story.
I just took that as part of her child-like nature.
This past summer's vacation had to be the best. My parents decided that since I was fifteen, they were going to let me come to New York and stay with my sister for the summer. My sister is a struggling actress who works mostly as a waitress and gets a few checks from my parents every so often when she's strapped for money.
I wasn't too sure if Ella, my sister, was going to like me coming to stay. After all, I hadn't seen her for two years, since she had moved to the city, and I was sure that she must have had her own life.
She did, and it was a hot life filled with a lot of different men. When I first arrived at her apartment, my two suitcases in hand, she laid down some rules.
"Now, Sue, I am not the same girl that you remember from home. I'm not as innocent and virginal as I was. I've grown up. I have a lot of different friends and some of them spend the night. If one of my friends wants to spend the night, I expect you to sleep out on the couch. Understand?"
"Yes," I said. She kept saying friends, but I knew she meant men.
"And there might be some grass smoked here because a lot of the people I know like to get high. Don't ever tell mommmy and daddy anything about this."
"Don't worry," I said. "And I'll try to stay out of your way as much as possible. I just want to have a good time."
"You will, honey. There's so much to see in New York."
I was a virgin when I came to New York, but I left the city with a broken heart (because I had to leave and didn't want to) and a broken cherry, because of the guy across the alleyway and the things he would do.
My first night in the city was the first night I ever saw him. My sister had gone out on a date, and even though she had invited me to come (which I thought was nice), I knew she was only doing it because it was my first night there. I didn't want to spoil her date, so I refused.
I watched some television and then fell asleep in her room. I don't know what time it was when I felt her nudging me and waking me up.
"Honey, I have the couch all set up. Would you mind moving there?"
"Come on, I'll help you," I heard this male voice say.
Suddenly, I was being lifted up. I was wearing a see-through nightie, one of my sister's, and I felt kind of naked. However, I felt safe in the man's arms.
He carried me into the living room and placed me on the couch. Then he kissed me on the forehead and went to my sister's bedroom.
A few minutes later, I could hear some moaning and groaning. I was glad that my sister didn't have a bed that squeaked, because that would have kept me up for sure.
The moaning and groaning was doing a pretty good job of it.
Now their fucking was not the thing that excited me. I knew that I could have looked through the door and watched. I had never seen anyone fucking. The closest I had ever come to any sexual happening was when I had almost masturbated once. The pleasure that was rising inside off me scared me, so I stopped.
I hadn't done anything since that one time.
My sister was keeping me up, so I decided to check out the city at night. I opened the curtains in the living room and was surprised to see that she was facing an alley. I could understand why she kept the curtains closed.
I was just about to close them again when I noticed there was a light on in one of the windows across the way.
I could see a naked man standing there, and as soon as he saw me, he smiled. He was playing with his hard cock, running his hand up and down his shaft. I was going to pull the curtains closed all the way, because I was scared.
I was also fascinated. I had never seen anything like that. It was the first hard-on I had ever witnessed, and it was making me throb in my pussy. I rubbed my legs together, and it wasn't until then that I realized the gown I had on was see-through.
I pulled the curtains closed all the way and leaned against the wall. The aching in my pussy was so great that I didn't think I'd be able to control it.
I moved my hand down to my cunt and started to play with myself. I was rubbing my pussy through my nightie, and when I saw that it was getting wet in the front, I knew I'd have to pull the nightie off.
I didn't want my sister to know what I had done.
Once I was naked, I slid down to the floor and then started to play with myself even harder. This time, I knew I was going to take myself all the way. I kept thinking about what that man's cock had looked like.
At one point, during the few minutes when I had been watching him, he had turned sideways so I could see just how long he was. I now had an image of a hard cock in my mind, and it was thrilling me like nothing else.
I started to lick my lips as I worked my fingers in and out of my pussy slit. I could feel my clit hardening. I didn't know what it was at first.
You probably think that I'm so naive about sex. Well, you're right. My parents didn't talk about it much, and neither did my friends. I come from a pretty strict area, and I wouldn't be surprised if most of the neighbors are celibates.
All I knew, that night when I masturbated, was that there was this little button like thing inside of me. Once I felt it brushing against my fingers I started to wiggle it back and forth. It didn't take much more than that. All of a sudden, I could feel my pussy spasming hard, and then I was dripping cunt juices.
I muffled my pleased moans with one hand, for I didn't want my sister to hear. I'm sure she was too lost in what she was doing anyway, because as I came out of my first orgasm, I heard the moaning and groaning from the bedroom again.
I climbed into bed that night and fell asleep, more satisfied than I had been in the longest time.
The next morning, my sister left for work early. She worked the breakfast shift at this nearby diner. I didn't know what to do with myself, so I picked a book off her shelf and started reading it.
The book was all about sex, and that was where I learned what my clit was and why I had come so hard. I loved the book.
As I read it, I started to think about the man across the alley. I was sure that he wouldn't be around in the morning, so I decided to open the curtains and see; He wasn't there, at first.
I sat down by the window and continued to read. There were a few drawn illustrations of cocks and cunts, and I just wished that there had been real pictures. I think that pictures might have turned me on.
Anyway, as I looked up at his window every so often, I think I was hoping that he might show up. The book was getting me hot, and I knew that seeing him in the flesh would do it even more for me.
About fifteen minutes after I had been sitting there, he showed up. He was wearing only a bathrobe, and now that it was day, I could see him better.
He looked like he was about thirty and had short blond hair. When he saw me, he waved to me, then opened his robe.
He was naked underneath, and hard as rock once again. I tried to look shocked because I figured that's what he was trying to get out of me.
You see, this book all about sex had a chapter on exhibitionism, and when I read it I started to understand some of the things behind the exhibitionist. I thought that ne was getting off on shocking me.
But he wasn't shocking me at all. He was thrilling me.
I could feel my pussy spasming again, and I was glad that I was sitting in this chair where he couldn't see anything below my neck. He couldn't see, then, how I was rubbing my tits against the back of the chair. My nipples were very stiff and they were throbbing with life.
He couldn't see, either, how I was moving my hand down to my pussy. I opened my pants and slid my fingers into my panties.
I started to imagine that my fingers were his cock. He was turning in all directions so that I could see his cock from every angle. Occasionally, he would tug on his balls, stretching the sack that they were in.
Now, doctor, I don't want you to think that I'm a dirty little girl because I get off on something like that. My sister did.
You see, after that first morning when the man masturbated, and actually came while I was watching him, the thing became a regular habit. I would usually wait for my sister to leave for work, and then I would open the living room curtains and wait for my blond-haired thick-cocked exhibitionist to come to the window.
He had found the perfect voyeur in me. At least that's what the book about sex called a person who got off on watching others.
One morning, however, as I was masturbating myself and the man was doing himself (but note, doctor, I always did it so he couldn't see me because I do not consider myself an exhibitionist), my sister walked in.
She had felt sick at work and had come home early because of it. When she saw what I was doing, then looked out the window and saw the blond man, she was disgusted. She pulled the curtains closed and slapped me across the face.
"That's disgusting," she said to me. "I'm going to call the police and report that man. He's a pig."
"I liked it," I said, pulling my hand out of my panties.
"Well, you're just a dirty little girl, I guess. Tell me something, do you sneak in and watch what I do with my friends?"
"Never," I said. "I would never do that. I've only been getting to know this man for the past few days. I think he's cute."
"He's a pervert if he has to do what he does."
I had been reading that sex book almost every day, and I thought that I knew enough from the book to defend him.
"And what gets you off?" I asked my sister. "What do you mean by that?"
"Something must turn you on. A cock up the cunt. A cock up the ass. A cock up the mouth. Which one? Just because that's considered normal sex, there are many people who think that it's disgusting. Think of all the people back home."
"That's true," Ella had to agree. "I'm glad I left that place."
"Me, too. The people back home would really think this man was sick, but you should know enough to realize that he's not hurting anyone. He likes displaying his cock, and I'm just glad that he has a nice enough cock to display. He has a nice body."
"He does," my sister said. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. That guy's been here since I moved in. That's the reason for the curtains. But I guess if you get off on watching him, and he gets off on your watching him, why not?"
"Now that's a girl whose been in New York long enough talking," I said, laughing.
My sister never joined me, but I continued to watch him almost every morning. Sometimes, I would get the mail before I sat by the window, and that's where he must have gotten his idea to send me a letter.
I "would get letters from my mother almost every day.
The man didn't know my name, but he must have known the apartment and my sister's name. One morning, about two weeks after I'd been in the city, this brown envelope came with a big X on the back of it.
It was addressed to my sister, but when I looked at the return address, it said "The man across the alley." I knew that the envelope must have been for me, and I was ripping it open in the elevator on the way up.
There was a picture of the man, naked, with a hard-on, inside.
It turned me on, and I ran to the window as soon as I got into the apartment and looked outside. He was standing there, smiling. He was by the phone, however.
At first, I didn't know why he was standing by the phone. He was naked, but he wasn't hard this time.
I looked at his picture again, then turned it over. He had written a note on the back of it, and I started reading it.
"We've been doing this for almost two weeks now. You know what I like and I think I know what you like. Why don't you give me a call?"
Then there was a phone number there. I felt a little shaky. It was one thing to just witness an exhibitionist, but it was another to communicate with one. I didn't know what the fuck to do. But then I figured why not call him? After all, I was in New York, and I didn't think I would ever have the chance to do something like this back home.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Sue came to see me, she had her suitcase in her hand. She said that as soon as her interview was over, she was heading back to New York to stay with her sister a little while longer. She explained that after her experiences in New York, her home life seemed so dull and frustrating.
I could easily understand it, especially when she continued telling me about her experience with the exhibitionist across the alley.
The phone only had to ring once, because he was right there waiting for it.
"I hoped you'd call," a deep, bass voice said.
"Well, you sure made it convincing enough," I said to him.
"Say something dirty, baby. Tell me something dirty. Somehow, I'm having trouble getting it up today. I don't know why. Talk dirty."
If I hadn't been watching him and getting turned on by the sight of his naked body (for even with a limp cock, he turned me on) I probably never would have done it. But I knew that nothing could happen. After all, I was on the phone.
"I like that cock of yours," I said to him. "I've liked it from the first time you ever let me see it. I love it when it swells, and when you pull on your balls. Does it make you feel better when you pull on your balls?"
"Only when you're watching, baby," he said to her. "I pull on them just for you."
"Then I guess you jerk that long, thick cock just for me, too. I'm glad. I've never had anyone jerk a cock as nice for me. In fact, I've never had anyone jerk their cock for me. I like it."
"More, more," he moaned. "Details."
I could see that his cock was fully hard by now, and I thought that was terrific. He was running his hand up and down his shaft slowly, squeezing himself.
"I like that thick cock head of yours. I love when it starts to turn purple because you've been jerking yourself" so much. I love when there's a small drop of come at the tip of it and you rub it around. Your cock head glistens then."
"And how do you feel?"
"My pussy starts to spasm and I sometimes feel like I've got to do something to relieve myself. Sometimes I do, but I never let you see."
"What do you do?"
"I move my fingers in and out of my pussy and that just makes me tingle. I play with my clit, squeezing it and pretending that it's your cock. Yours is the only hard cock I've ever seen, and it's the only one I have to fantasize by."
"Oh, that's good to hear," he moaned, and it was the real first passionate moan I had ever heard from him. His cock was throbbing. "It's nice to know that it only takes a little bit to turn on a chick as hot as you. You are hot, you know."
I could feel a rush over my whole body. I had never thought of myself as being hot before, and as I looked at him, across the alley, he smiled.
"Am I hot?" I asked.
"Look, baby, I won't show myself off to any chick. That first night, when I saw you in the see-through nightie, well, it was like seeing you without any clothes to begin with. That turned me on, like any nice body does."
"How did you know I'd be looking out the window?"
"I didn't know for sure. I just hoped that someone would be. The curtains are closed in your place most of the time. That other chick doesn't like me."
"She's my sister. I don't think that she minds you now, anymore. We've talked about you, and she understands this need in you."
"What need?" he asked.
"To show yourself off. To show me that hard cock of yours and to jerk it while you stand there for me to watch. I can understand it."
"I have an even greater need," he started to moan.
"What's that?"
"I need a woman. I need a woman badly. I like showing myself off, that's true, but usually, most of the chicks are too scared to do anything. You're not. I'd like to know just how fearless you are."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
"I'd like you to come over. I'll tell you the apartment number. If you come over we can get it on. You can feel this hard cock once and for all so you know what it feels like when you watch me again. How about it?"
There was another drop of come leaking from the head of his cock, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. There was something so hypnotizing about his cock. But this man was still a stranger to me.
True, I had seen him come many times while watching him, but for all I knew, he could have been waiting to kill me. I decided to go over for the same reason why I had picked up the phone to call him in the first place.
I thought that it would never happen again. You have to take chances when there's an opportunity.
When I agreed, he gave me the apartment number and hung up.
Before I left my sister's apartment, I left her a note, telling her where I was going. I hoped that I would come back before Ella did, but I left the note because in the back of my mind, I was still wary. I wanted her to know where I was in case anything happened.
I left the apartment and walked into the next building. It wasn't as nice as my sister's building, although it did have its charm.
There was no elevator, however, so I had to walk up to the fifth floor. His door was open when I got to the top of the stairs, and I opened it slowly.
"Come on in, all the way," I heard him say. "Close the door behind you."
I did. I felt so scared. However, that fear was also making my cunt tingle. And as I walked into the room, I could see him sitting on his old couch. He was still naked, but now, I was seeing him close up.
He had fine blond hairs all over his chest, and a thicker patch around his cock. He was smiling at me as he jerked his cock up and down. Then he pointed to the window.
"See, the curtain's closed," he said, and it was. "I didn't think that you were the type who would get into displaying yourself."
There was this odor in the air. I didn't know what it was, until I had his cock in my mouth and realized it was him. However, it was a very stimulating smell, and I could feel my cunt tingling as it permeated my nostrils.
"Come on over and take this thing in your mouth," he said.
He was that sure of himself. He had every right to be, for I was still hypnotized by his cock. I walked right up to the couch and sunk to my knees, right between his legs. I moved my mouth close to his cock. I licked the tip, tasting the sweet drop of come.
"I've never done this before," I said to him.
"Good. I'll show you how. Just open your mouth and lick a little. Then suck a little, then start moving your mouth up and down. That's it."
His cock wasn't as big as it had looked across the alley. Well, maybe it was. All I know is that I was able to take it all the way down my throat, without gagging. I had never before thought I could do something like that, and it surprised me when I discovered that I could.
I pulled on his balls, and he moaned. Soon, he was thrusting his hips up and down off the couch, and I could feel his cock pulsating in my mouth.
"I'm gonna come now, baby," he moaned. "You're gonna taste your first load of cock come, and I hope you enjoy it."
I was so excited about the whole thing. I guess, before that time, I had seen him shoot his load maybe five or ten times as I watched him across the alley. But this time, I knew that the come was going to shoot into my mouth, and that thrilled me.
When he first started to come, he thrust his way in deep and held my head so that my nose was buried in his thick blond pubic patch. I could smell his odor then, very much, and my pussy tingled more.
I looked up at him and saw how he had his eyes closed. There were small beads of sweat running down his chest, and I moved my hand to his nipple and rubbed a drop over the hard, red dot. He continued to fuck my face, until his cock went limp.
"And now," he said, standing up, "I think it's my turn to finally see what you look like.
You've been seeing me for so long."
"You wanted it that way," I said, as he helped me to my feet.
"That's right, I did. "And I got off on it, too."
He started to open my blouse. I could feel my whole body tingling as his fingers touched my flesh. He began to lick my tits, long before he pulled my bra off. When he finally did and I felt his warm lips encompassing my nipples, I felt my knees buckling at the same time. We sunk to the floor together.
"I'm sorry," I moaned. "I'm sorry I can't still stand up."
"Don't be," he said. "It means that you're getting turned on."
I was, too. His licking was nice, but the thing that turned me on the most were the images of him that I had in mind. Every time I closed my eyes, I would see this flashing through my mind. It was an image of my blond exhibitionist jerking his hard cock up and down and coming. It was incredible.
He licked my nipples for the longest time, then started to kiss his way down to my pussy. As he pulled down my pants, I lifted my ass up off the carpeted floor so it was easier for him.
He pulled down my pants and panties at the same time, then ran his fingers through my thick black bush. He let them wander over my pussy lips, lightly.
"Now you say you've never been fucked before," he said.
"Never. Never been fucked or sucked or anything like that."
"Well then, prepare yourself."
He moved his mouth to my pussy lips and spread them with his fingers. He placed his lips around my little clit and started to nibble on it, wiggling it back and forth with his tongue at the same time. I felt my orgasm rising immediately, and my pussy started to spasm forth a whole flood of juices.
He seemed to be loving it, for I could hear the way he was moaning. Plus, his tongue was doing such a neat job at lapping, that I knew he had to love it. No one would put so much time and expert work into something unless they loved doing it.
As he continued to lick me, I moved my hand up and down his back. He had such firm, tight muscles, that it was driving me crazy.
As I started to rub his ass, he moaned. Then I moved my hand between his legs and began to play with his cock again. He was practically fully hard, and just a couple of quick jerks and he was fully hard.
"I'm gonna fuck you now," he moaned. "Don't worry, because it's not gonna hurt. At least I hope that it's not gonna hurt."
I was scared when he said that. Having read my book about sex, or rather, my sister's book, I knew that if I had a hymen and if he had to break through it, I would probably feel a lot of pain.
I knew I was a voyeur for good then, because as he started to kiss his way up my body, positioning himself so that he would be able to fuck me, I closed my eyes. I started to think about him naked again.
You see, doctor, the image of all those times I had seen him stuck in my mind more that the actual touching that was going on. As he rubbed his cock over my pussy lips, I saw that image of him jerking off.
I was thinking about it when he rammed his way into my cunt. I know that he broke my hymen because there was a lot of blood when he was finished. He didn't care, and since it was his carpet and he didn't care, neither did I.
And there was just the tiniest bolt of pain.
But the pain couldn't compare with the pleasure that I was feeling. The pleasure was so great and at such a high, that it would have taken a fire, or something that could really hurt me badly, to make the pleasure subside enough for the pain to take over.
But it just never did. I wrapped my legs around my man's ass and he started to thrust in and out of me, harder and harder.
"Now isn't this what you call the real thing?" he asked, panting.
"It sure is. But I think that seeing your cock so many times before letting you fuck me has a lot to do with the pleasure."
"Why?"
"Because I can't get it out of my head, no I can't get it out of my head. I keep thinking about how terrific you look when you jerk your cock, and that's just making me so high, so high, that I feel I can touch the sky."
He moved his lips to mine and kissed me hard, pressing his tongue into my mouth.
I could feel his cock starting to pulsate hard in my pussy, and that just caused my clit to throb even more. When he started to pant, warning me that he was going to come, I begged him not to. I wanted it to last forever.
Unfortunately, he didn't have such great willpower. Besides, he was going to have to come eventually, and as he explained to me, he sometimes reached a point where he knew the orgasm was going to be great, and holding back any longer would, just result in an orgasm that wouldn't be as powerful.
As he pumped his come into my pussy, I started to come all over again. I wrapped my arms around his back and started clawing at his skin. I know that I must have scratched him pretty badly, but he never complained once.
By the time we were finished, I was a sweaty mess. I continued to play with his limp cock for a while, and then I noticed a clock on the wall. About three hours had passed since I had first arrived, and I knew that my sister, if she was home, was probably frantic about me.
I pulled his curtains open, and sure enough, there was Ella, staring out the window. As soon as she saw me she started to wave.
I waved back, and then my blond exhibitionist walked behind me and started to rub his limp dick against my buttocks. I gave my sister the okay sign, to let her know that I wasn't in any kind of trouble. I think she was a little upset, but there was nothing that she could do about it.
We waved to her for a while, and then I felt his cock starting to stiffen against my ass. It wasn't until then that I pulled the curtains closed to get it on with him one more.
Because doctor, as I said, I'm not an exhibitionist.
CONCLUSION
Most exhibitionists in situations like Sue's blond man would never get in touch with the girl they're showing off to, and in some ways, I think that Sue experienced something rare. Usually, if a man is going to expose himself out a window, it is because he's too scared to approach a girl on any other level.
It took Sue's man two whole weeks before he felt safe enough to send her the photo with his phone number, and I think that she handled everything in a rather adult manner. The book she was reading at her sister's, explaining various aspects of sex and its variations, surely helped her come to grips with the man across the alley, so much so, that even though she was a bit frightened, she still had the nerve to go over there.
It was beneficial to Sue, also, for the man obviously taught her enough good things about sex to make her want to go back to the city. As she left my office, she waved goodbye and told me that she'd send me a letter if anything new develops.
CASE HISTORY SEVEN
SUBJECT: Shirley K.
AGE: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Shirley is an attractive young blonde with rather large breasts and deep blue eyes. When she came to see me, she was wearing a see-through blouse and a long dress. The blouse was enough to convince me that she was an exhibitionist, and I noticed that while she spoke to me, she let her hands wander over her nipples.
She seemed to be playing with herself the whole time she spoke; even going so far as to rub her legs together as she remembered things.
I guess when you're an exhibitionist, it's best to have a boyfriend who is a voyeur. It's even better when all his friends like to gather around and watch. I usually pretend that I don't know his friends are watching, and that makes it better for Frank.
I can't honestly tell you why I love showing off my body. Maybe it's because I know it turns guys on, and maybe it's because I've been told ever since I was young that I was so attractive. All my aunts and uncles and cousins would always compliment me.
It can make a girl's head swell, doctor. I know very few girls who think that they're beautiful, even if they are. Any girl who's beautiful usually tends to think that there's something wrong with her, if it's her nose, or mouth, or what.
I'm not like that at all. I honestly do think that I'm beautiful.
I can even remember my first time as an exhibitionist.
I had this older brother, and I was sure that he spied on me. When I was about fourteen, I already had these tits. See them, doctor. They were this big a year ago, and I know that many guys lusted after me.
One day, I was looking at myself naked in the mirror. I hadn't done anything like that in the longest time, and I think it's important for any girl or guy to do it. I think that a person should become familiar with his or her own body, and the only way you can do that is to study it in a mirror.
I was plucking at my nipples so that they would get stiff. My nipples are big and thick and red, as you can see.
I heard something outside of my door, and when I looked down at that little bit of space between the bottom of the door and the floor, I could see some kind of shadow. I knew for sure that my brother was watching me.
For some reason, it thrilled me. Knowing that I was considered beautiful, I was sure that I was turning him on.
I started to pull on my nipples more and more, and soon I could feel my pussy starting to get wet. I had a thick patch of blonde pussy hair, which has been trimmed since then. I moved my fingers through the patch and turned so that my brother could see what I was doing. I spread my cunt lips purposely, just for him to look, then started to wiggle my clit back and forth with my fingers.
I thought that I was going to pass out from pleasure. I started to moan loud, for I could feel this orgasm approaching.
I moved my fingers in and out of my pussy faster and faster, and I was sweating from passion. I was breathing heavy, too.
As I started to come, I sunk to my knees. I was staring right at my keyhole, and I was sure that I could make out an eye on the other side. I continued.
Knowing that my brother was watching me only made me want to come more and more. I kept masturbating until I was exhausted, and then I just lay on the carpet with my legs spread wide so he could get a full view of my cunt.
That night, at supper, he hardly even looked at me.
I didn't say anything to him about my knowing that he was watching. I somehow thought that it would ruin some of the fun of the whole experience.
It wasn't until I met Frank that I learned my exhibitionistic tendencies were okay. I met him a year after that first time when my brother watched, and there were many similar incidents after that first time.
In some ways, I was too ashamed to admit to anyone that I got off when people were watching me masturbate, and Frank didn't find out for the longest time. .
Frank was this guy I met at school. He had curly black hair and a smooth complextion. The first time he tried anything with me was when we were at a drive-in. I let him and he took my virginity, but it wasn't anything special so I'm not even going to go into it. What happened in the weeks to come was the special thing.
One weekend, Frank's parents were away and he invited me over to his apartment. Well, it was his folks' place, but for the weekend, with them gone, it was his all the way. It was the first time I was ever going to make it on a bed, and the thought of it was exciting me like nothing else.
Frank undressed me slowly, and for some reason, I couldn't help but notice that he kept looking over at his closet. I didn't know what was happening.
But I just started to imagine that there was someone behind the closet door watching. As Frank kissed my nipples, I moved his hand down to my pussy. If there was anyone back there, I thought, I want them to see a good show.
Frank started to slide his fingers in and out of my pussy.
I had an image in my mind of a thousand eyes glued to me, watching me and getting off on what I was doing.
Frank seemed to be getting into the performance part of it, too.
Of course, I was to learn later on, that it was because there really was someone in the closet. He had been telling his friend Sammy about what a terrific fuck I was and what a sensational body I had, and Sammy was hiding in the closet.
If I had only known for sure, it would have been even better than it was.
For Frank moved his mouth down to my pussy and started to lick me like crazy. He kept asking me if I liked it, and I kept telling him that I loved it.
I did, too. He was working me over better than he had ever done before.
Maybe Frank is an exhibitionist, too, even though I tend to think that he is really a voyeur at heart. I mean, when we talked it out, he seemed to prefer watching. He was only putting on a great show to impress Sammy.
And what a show. I had my legs thrown up over his shoulders for the longest time while he kept his tongue burie'd in my cunt. On occasion, I would move my fingers to my nipples and start to pinch them so hard. I really get off on having my nipples pinched hard. But, as I've learned, everyone has their own thing.
After a while, I was begging him to fuck me.
I had never been fucked while being watched, and even though I wasn't actually positive that there was someone watching me until it was all over, I had imagined it so much by that point that it was almost as if there was someone.
"Come on," I said. "Enough pussy eating. Who are you trying to impress, anyway?"
I sensed that a line like that would get him to pull his mouth away from my cunt. He looked at me with an evil grin.
Then he laid me flat on the bed and rubbed his cock against my pussy. He thrust his way in deep, and I wrapped my legs around his ass and started to moan.
An exhibitionist tends to act more than usual, as far as I'm concerned. At least I know that I do.
It took a little while for Frank's thrusting cock to build up my pleasures. I mean, I had had two orgasms from his pussy licking, and they had subsided. But as soon as he was inside of me, I started to moan like crazy, just because I imagined that there was someone watching me from behind the closet door.
"Oh, ram that thick cock deeper and deeper," I moaned. "I want you to fuck me so deep that you come out my mouth."
Frank laughed a little like that, but I could tell that he didn't want to. He wanted to put all his concentration into this fuck, and he was doing a good job at it, too. I looked at his face and saw the way he had his eyes clenched shut. I could see a few drops of sweat dripping down his chest.
I moved my mouth to his chest and started to lick the sweat. I sucked on his stiff nipple and felt his cock pulsating hard.
I was sure I heard a noise from the closet then and I think Sammy was coming. After all, when it was over and Frank opened the closet door, Sammy's cock was limp.
Frank started to come soon after that, and I came shortly after his first ejaculation. I was writhing on the bed, but that time, I wasn't acting. He had managed to work me up to it with that great cock of his-:
As he rolled off me, he moved his lips to my ears.
"I have a confession to make," he said, licking me.
"And what is that? I didn't know that confession time was after fucking, although I guess it is the best time to go and confess."
He laughed and licked my neck.
"You're terrific," he said. "In fact, you're so terrific that I know you would never think of getting mad at me for what I'm about to tell you."
"Then tell me already," I said. "Cut the stalling."
"There's someone in that closet."
"You're kidding," I said.
"No. Now don't get upset. I didn't think that you'd mind too much. If I ever once thought that you'd mind, I never would have let him hide there. I just thought that you're such a hot, understanding chick."
"Who's in there?" I asked. .
"Come on, Shirley, don't be mad at me," he said, and he was reading me all wrong.
"Frank, I have a surprise for you, so don't you get shocked. I love the fact that someone was watching me and I'll love it even more when you open the door and let me get a look at the face of the boy who just got off watching me."
And I was right. I had shocked the shit out of Frank.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Shirley came to see me, she was wearing a pair of hot pants. She told me that she knew hot pants were out of style, but she insisted that they were still the most revealing thing a girl could wear without actually showing naked pussy.
She wore a halter top, and it was easy to make out the fine contoured curves of her breasts. Her nipples were evidently hard when she first walked in, and they were still hard when she left, about an hour later.
Needless to say, Shirley is an exhibitionist in the truest sense.
When Frank heard what I said, I thought he was going to freak out completely. Then he hopped off the bed and opened the closet.
He introduced me to Sammy, and I shook his hand. Sammy seemed a little uncomfortable, since I was completely naked. He made excuses quickly, then left.
"Why didn't you tell me you liked showing off?" Frank asked, when we were alone.
"You didn't ask. Why didn't you tell me you liked showing off?"
"I really don't," he said. "I like watching more."
"Oh, then you didn't get off when you were fucking me just now?"
"You bet your ass I did," he said. "I had the best orgasm of my entire life just now. Was yours good?"
"Terrific. I have to admit to you that the whole time we were fucking, I was thinking that there could be someone in the closet. I didn't know for sure, but I imagined that there was and that made me come harder."
"Hey, I have a terrific idea," he said to me.
"Then tell me."
It was Friday night, and Frank's parents weren't going to be back until Sunday. I called my folks and told them I was staying at my girlfriend Mindy's house, then called Mindy to let her know what I had told my folks in case they called.
"Do you really think you'd like to go along with it?" he asked me.
"I'd love it. As long as you can guarantee me that they'd be watching, I'll put on the best show possible."
"Great."
Frank's plans went as follows: Since I was an exhibitionist and liked to show off, and since he loved to watch, he was going to arrange it so that some of his friends came over. I would be in the bathroom at the time, taking a bath. I would also start playing with myself, and that would turn on Frank, his friends, and me.
Richie was his first friend who came over. Frank called him early the next morning to tell him that he had some good smoke. When Rita came over to me and I was sitting in the bathroom. As soon as the front bell rang, I started the bath.
Now what happened out there while I was in the bath was something that Frank had to tell me about, since I obviously wasn't there at the time.
He let Richie in and they got high. When Richie heard the water running, he asked Frank about it. Frank told him that I was staying over for the weekend, and that I was taking a bath now. He knew he had Richie interested.
"Would you like to look in at her?" Frank asked. "I think that we could both sneak a look without her ever knowing."
From what Frank told me, Richie got so excited that he thought he was going to come in his pants. They snuck down the hall.
I had kept the bathroom door partially open, and I had my back to them. There was a mirror in the bathroom though, and they could see my reflection in it, just as I could see their's when they were in view.
Once I knew they were there, I started what I had planned.
I stood up and walked over to the tub, then tested the water. As I touched it with my toe, I spread my pussy really wide so that Richie could see all of me. I put my foot in the water, then moaned.
I was acting like the water was turning me on.
The thing that really turned me on, however, was knowing that the two of them were out there in the hall watching.
As I moaned, I let my fingers wander over my red nipples. I twisted them a little so that they were fully hard. Then I let my hand wander down to my pussy.
When I started to finger myself, I heard a moan from the hall. Then I heard Richie whispering to Frank, telling him to shut up. I was surprised that Frank had been the one who moaned. For a minute I thought that he must have been doing it to remind me that they were there, but I soon realized that he was doing it because he was turned on.
I started to masturbate faster, jerking my fingers in and out of my cunt like crazy. I closed my eyes and felt my whole body bursting with pleasure. I wiggled my clit back and forth as fast as I could, then felt my orgasm rushing upon me. As I started to come out of it, I sunk down into the tub and lay there.
It had been a sensational orgasm.
However, what followed was even better, as far as I was concerned. A few minutes went by, and then Frank walked into the bathroom.
For a second, I thought that Richie must have left. As Frank looked at me, he winked. Then I knew that Richie was still outside watching.
Frank pulled his hard cock out of his pants and walked right to the tub.
"How would you like to suck on this for a while?" he asked.
I took hold of his cock and pulled it close to my lips. I started to flick my tongue back and forth over the tip of it, and I could feel him pulsating in a matter of seconds. I squeezed him because I didn't want him to come right away.
Now I'm still confused about Frank. He claims that he's only a voyeur and that he gets more aroused by watching. However, I think that if he was only a voyeur, he would have waited for his friend to leave before coming into the bathroom. Instead, once he was aroused from watching, he just walked in and had me relieve him in front of his friend. Now that makes him an exhibitionist, too.
He claims that he isn't, and I've just stopped bringing it up. I don't think that it's so important to label someone and put them in a specific category, and neither does he.
I do admit though that when Frank is aroused from watching, he is very hot and eager. After sucking his cock for a few minutes and bringing him to the point of orgasm a few times, he took my face between his hands and started to thrust in and out of my mouth hard. I knew that he was working his way toward coming.
I started to moan as I felt his come shooting into my mouth, and I swallowed every last drop of him. I think it's a shame to let good come go to waste.
After he had relieved himself, he left.
I waited until the front door had closed before stepping out of the bath. When I walked into the living room, Frank was ecstatic.
"Richie thought that you were the best," he said to me. "He came twice. Once while we were watching you masturbate, and the second time when you sucked me."
I could see that he was hard again, and he pushed me down on the couch and started to fuck me blind.
That's just an expression I use when Frank lets all his energy out on me. He was incredible when he fucked me after that incident. I was coming so hard that I thought I was going to faint from passion.
As soon as he had come, filling me with load after load of hot cream, he told me that he wanted to call another friend.
I didn't mind at all. In fact, I got excited all over, just at the thought of it. I did insist that we change the location, however, because I didn't want to spend the whole day in the tub for his friends. I thought it would be bad for my skin.
Instead, we moved it to the bedroom. When his next friend, Ron, stopped by, they got high and then he started to tell Ron all about me.
He said that I was probably sleeping because of the long night we had had.
That aroused Ron's interest immediately.
When Frank suggested that they take a look and see how I was doing, Ron was ready to come. As I heard them walking down the hall, I started my act. I yawned loud so they would think I was getting up.
Then I pushed the covers down so that when Ron looked in, he would see all of me. I made sure to fluff up my pussy patch so it looked thick.
When I was sure that they were watching, I started to play with myself. This time, however, I was using a dildo that Frank's mother kept in her drawer.
Ron was not the best silent voyeur. I mean, he started to moan as soon as I began to work that dildo over my clit, and I thought he was getting a little too loud. Still, his moans were turning me on, and I came rather fast.
Frank called two more friends by the time the day was over. He would fuck me hard between each friend's coming over, and by the end of the day, we were both exhausted.
It had to be the best day of my life, sexually. That night, we lay arm in arm, but we were both too tired to fuck. However, the memories of the day were good enough to get me through the night, and I fell asleep, wondering when I would have the time to do something like that again.
It hasn't happened yet, but Frank keeps telling me that the next time his parents go away, we're going to have an even better time.
Just thinking about it now makes me tingle, so I have to stop.
CONCLUSION
Shirley is very lucky to have met a boy like Frank, for he helped her lose all guilt that she felt from her first exhibitionist experience. Girls like Shirley, who have been praised for their beauty all their life, seem to always end up as exhibitionists.
You might think that's a generalization, but I believe it's a truth. If a girl is told that she is beautiful and that her beauty does things to drive men mad, and she's told that again and again, she is going to want to use her beauty for just such a purpose. In most cases, it involved showing off your body.
Shirley seemed to have trouble with labeling Frank, too. Even though we both agreed that labeling someone was bad, I told Shirley that it's quite possible for a person to be a voyeur and an exhibitionist at the same time. For some strange reason, however, Frank wants to deny the fact that he is an exhibitionist, too, so I just told Shirley to forget about it and not bring it up again. One day, he will come out. I think he'll be glad when he finally does. It's such a relief not to have to keep it inside.
CASE HISTORY EIGHT
SUBJECT: Lisa G.
AGE: Sixteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Lisa is an absolutely stunning young girl with a feline quality. I noticed during our interview that there were times when she looked icredibly mature for her age, and other moments when she looked so child-like.
I am sure that is one reason Lisa is where she is now, but I'll let her talk about that.
Suffice it to say that she had long black hair that looks smooth and silky, large firm breasts and an overall figure that just seems incredible.
She was not at all reluctant to talk about herself and the things she has been getting herself involved in.
I'll tell it to you straight, doctor. You're looking at me as if you've seen my face before, and if you have, it's probably been on some movie screen in some sleazy little porn house.
That's right, doctor. I've been in a few porn films in my life. I can pass for an older girl, and that's the reason I've been allowed to make them. I know that there are some companies that use kids, but I've been working for some of the bigger porn distributors, and they wouldn't risk something like that.
I knew all my life that I came from the wrong side of the tracks, so to speak. My mother was a whore, and I don't even know who my father was. He was probably one of her Johns from years back.
Anyway, I knew that I was getting in the way of my mother's business, and I didn't want to do anything like that.
When I was fifteen, I decided to split. I decided to head for New York. I had been told by so many people that I should be an actress, only because of my beauty. Others said I should be a model.
I never would have guessed that I'd be working in porn.
When I left home, my mother gave me a hundred bucks to get me to the city. She really didn't want me to leave, only because I was her own flesh and blood. But I knew that was the only reason. I started hitching.
I got picked up by a few people, and almost all the men tried to come on to me. I refused. Sure, I wasn't a virgin. You can't stay a virgin when you have a mother who goes around fucking for a living, you have to realize that.
I just didn't want to run my life on my pussy like my mother.
The third day, I met this man. He seemed like your ordinary, run of the mill businessman. I hadn't slept in a couple of days, because I just kept hitching all through the night so I wouldn't waste time. This man could see how tired I was. He told me that he had a hotel reservation and asked if I'd like to stay in his room.
He had silver-black hair, and that turned me on. I told him that I would take him up on his offer, but that he shouldn't expect me to fuck him unless I wanted to. I said that I was not that kind of a girl, and he believed me.
He said his name was Drew, although I don't know if he was lying to me or not. Later on, when I tried to look him up, they said that there was no man by that name working for the company. There was nothing I could do by that point.
Anyway, Drew signed in and we went to his room. I couldn't wait to hit the shower, and I made sure that the door was locked.
It was nice to clean myself off. I made sure to put on my bra and panties before walking back into the room. I'm used to sleeping in the nude, but I wasn't going to sleep in the nude with some strange man in the room.
You see, there was only one big double bed.
When I walked out of the bathroom, Drew was naked. He had a hard-on, even though he wasn't playing with himself.
I lay down on the bed next to him and he didn't touch me at first. Then, I felt his hand moving up my thigh, toward my pussy.
"Hey, you promised that you wouldn't do that," I said to him.
"I said I wouldn't fuck you if you weren't in the mood. However, I am going to do my fucking best to try and get you in the mood."
"It won't work."
"Will this?" he asked, and he reached over and pulled a bottle of champagne off the dresser. "I called room service and had it sent up."
Drew had this incredibly beautiful body, if you want to know the truth. He was the manliest man I'd ever seen. His cock was pretty thick and long, and he was covered with a fine coat of black fur, all over his chest.
As he poured the champagne, I couldn't help but look at his cock.
We started drinking, and by the time the whole bottle of champange was finished, I was truly in the mood. It's really hard not to be when you're getting drunk and there's a naked man next to you on the bed.
As Drew started kissing me this time, I responded. I let him pull my bra off and then he kissed my nipples. I could feel his teeth biting into them, gently, and that was just making me hotter.
He slid his hand into my panties and began to finger-fuck me.
If I had only known that someone was filming this whole thing, I probably would have stopped right then and there. I wasn't an exhibitionist yet.
Drew licked me all over. Then, he got up on his knees and pulled my head over to his cock. He started to try and force himself into my mouth.
Now up until that point, I hadn't sucked too many cocks in my life. Not only that, but the dicks I did take in my mouth were nowhere near as big as the one that Drew had between his legs. I kept my teeth clenched shut.
"Come on and suck me off, you bitch," he said.
He slapped me across the face. It wasn't that hard, but it was hard enough to make me gasp. As soon as my mouth was open, he rammed his cock deep into the back of my throat. I thought that I was going to gag on it.
He started to thrust it in and out of my mouth very fast. I could feel his cdck pulsating rather fast, and I knew that he was going to come. One thing I'd always loved was the taste of come. I hated having to bring the man to that point, but I did love it when the man actually started to come.
Drew pulled a fast one on me, however, and I didn't know why for a long time.
He pulled his throbbing cock out of my mouth, the second before he was going to come, then shot his white cream all over my face.
I kept my mouth open to try and take in as much as I could, but he made sure that his shooting cock head didn't enter my mouth.
I knew why about a month later when I saw myself in the film that was being made of that night. Had he come in my mouth, they never would have gotten that explicit close-up come shot. It was a truly erotic shot.
That's because my eyes were closed at the time and I did look rather pleased. I don't know why I had a pleased look, when I should have had a pissed look.
After he came on my face, I wiped the come off with my fingers and licked my fingers dry. He was eating my pussy all over again, and I know that he was doing that until he got hard.
None of that was in the final film. After he came on my face, in the film, there was a quick cut to his fucking my pussy.
But that didn't happen right away. His cock went limp for a while and he ate me until he was hard again. Once he was hard, he thrust his cock into my cunt and started to fuck me, slowly and expertly.
The only thing was that he didn't come in my cunt, either. As his cock started to pulsate hard and he moaned, he pulled out and started to shoot his white come all over my black pussy triangle. He jerked his cock like mad to shoot out every last bit of his seed, and I was into it so much by that time, too, that I yanked his balls.
It was really an okay night. However, the next day, when I woke up, he was gone. There was an envelope by the bed with two fifty dollar bills inside.
For the first few seconds, I was pretty pissed. That guy, obviously, was treating me like some kind of whore. I hated the idea of it.
But there was nothing that I could do, and I certainly wasn't just going to leave the money there for the maid to take. I might be a little proud, in some ways, but I'm not stupid. The money came in handy.
I took a train up to New York and although a couple of guys tried to pick me up, I just thought of that fuck Drew.
Thinking about him helped me to not give in to my wanting pussy and go with those guys.
I got a cheap apartment in the city, and I got this job as a waitress. I also started going around to all kinds of auditions, but shit, if you've ever been to one you must know that they treat you like cattle. That's why they're always called cattle-call auditions. I would stand there with two hundred other girls who looked pretty much like me, and that would discourage the hell out of me.
One day, I just happened to be on Forty-Second Street.
I had heard all about the slime and scum there, but I wanted to check it out for myself. When I passed one of those peep show places, I just had to go in.
As soon as I walked in, the man behind the counter smiled.
"We don't get many good looking chicks in here," he said. "None like you, anyway."
"What do you mean, like me?"
"Wejl, I'm sure that all the guys who go into booth six would love to see you when they come out. The actress in the flesh."
I didn't know what the fuck he was talking about, so I walked down to booth six. I was shocked as hell when I saw the pictures from the film outside the booth. I was the actress, and Drew was the actor!
So I started making more films. What else could I do?
Once, I made it with a guy and a girl, together.
I loved every minute of it.
As he fucked me, he moved his mouth to this redhead's pussy and started to eat her. I could see her wiggling her ass, and I decided to add something to the script. If you ever see 'Hot Lusting Nymph' and you see the part where I stick my fingers into this girl's asshole and start to massage her hole, that's my own invention.
It made her go crazy. The guy fucking me started to gag on her spewing cunt juices but soon kept up with her steady flow. I could feel his cock pulsating in my pussy as he ate her juices, and I thought he was going to come soon.
I should have realized, however, that since this man made so many films before, he could come on cue. He waited until the director told him to come, then pulled his cock out of my pussy and started coming on my pussy patch.
Now that's the only thing that I hate about these movies. They always have to get the come shot on camera, and because of it, I never get a cunt full of come. I happen to love the feeling of hot come shooting deep inside of me, and I never get to feel it when I'm making a film.
I've gotten into a lot of things that I probably never would have gotten into either, had it not been for that fact that I was making a film.
For instance, last week, they finally talked me into taking it up the ass. Of course, Al had to give me three of his best downs to get me to relax enough, but once I was relaxed and the cock entered my asshole, I was ten times more relaxed.
I've also learned how to go down on a woman, and that's a lot of fun, too. Plus, I've had three cocks in me at one time. One up my ass, one up my cunt, and the third working back and forth in my mouth.
But they never come, doctor. They just never do. Not while they're inside anyway.
The actors and I have talked a lot, too, and we're all exhibitionists. The men, especially. If they weren't, they wouldn't be able to get it up. On occasion, we get a girl who isn't, and she usually has to fake orgasms. That's how you can tell when it comes to the women in stag films.
CONCLUSION
Lisa is a true exhibitionist in every sense of the word, and I think she explains why without even going into much detail. It is quite true that only an exhibitionist could function on the set of a porn film, because when you think about it, the atmosphere is a rather cold one.
There are camera men walking around, trying to move the cameras so they can get the best angles possible. If a girl couldn't get into sex in an atmosphere like that, it would show in the film, and it does in some of them.
However, if the girl is an exhibitionist, the fact that there are all those men standing around and watching only adds to her acting. She can experience a better and more intense orgasm because of it.
I have seen Lisa in a few films, I should add, and I have to admit that the girl has a great deal of talent for that particular thing. She's quite convincing and even had me aroused. Before she left, I complimented her on her acting credibility and wished her good luck with future endeavors.
GENERAL CONCLUSION
Everyone enjoys watching sex!
That is a statement of fact. Some people try to fight off these feelings, but they cannot deny the truth of it.
These days with women being more open about their sex lives and their fantasies they are also matching men on the subject of voyeurism. They enjoy looking at naked men and naked women and naked men and women together. No one has ever doubted that many women, (mostly the attractive ones) are exhibitionists. They love to be looked at and find excuses to allow men to see them scantily clad or naked.
Often these passions can be harmless and bring pleasure to many, as in the case of the picture books and magazines that show nudity. It is unfortunate when such a potentially pleasant pastime like voyeurism and exhibitionism must be turned into a farce by the thwarted passions of people whose sexuality is not clearly defined and people who do not understand all of the joys of sexuality.
