In my capacity as a socio-sexual consultant and researcher, I have at my disposal a multitude of histories and documents concerning the sexual happenings of our time. They are actually historical, in the sense that in our society today, we are undergoing a revolutionary change in the sexual mores and habits of our people. What is accepted today would most certainly have been frowned upon in the not too distant past.
There is a case on record that occurred some thirty years ago, for example, involving a nine-year-old Southern boy. As incredible as it may seem, this young lad was convicted of exposing his genitalia to a young lady of like age! It is assumed that the girl was not charged with any reciprocatory action. It is realized that this case is certainly an exception, but it exemplifies how far a puritanical state can progress. It is quite interesting to consider the traumatic effect this must have had on that young child.
In this book I have tried to compile case histories that would most exemplify the effects of early childhood experiences in the sexual development of various female deviants, namely, exhibitionists. The subject is covered in depth and treated frankly, with graphic descriptions of the many varied sexual experiences described to the writer by the persons involved and presented, as accurately as possible, in their own words. It is not the purpose of this report to condone or reject any specified sexual outlet or practice.
-Julius De Armond
Introduction
"When traveling through the country of Monrovia many years ago I noted a young woman who had been bathing in a stream near the railway line and as the train passed, turned her back to it and raised her chemise. (Here we have to bear in mind the ancient method of exorcism by displaying the nates, later degenerating into a way of showing contempt, especially practiced by women.) True exhibitionism is rare in the female except in childhood. As Douglas Bryan puts it, 'Women in exhibitionism treat the whole body as a penis to be exposed.' "
-Havelock Ellis
If one could give credence to the writers of the nudist press, all men and women feel a need to expose themselves, not only to sun and wind, but even to onlookers.
A pronounced urge to self-exposure certainly affects only a minority. Contrary to often-heard claims, however, when the desire to show oneself naked does exist, it is as common among women as among men. Female exhibitionists can, however, often satisfy this urge in a legitimate manner, through the channels provided by the theater and variety shows; and their urge does not have the same strictly genital character as male exhibitionism. That it does not constitute a criminal-political problem is probably also due to women's lack of sexual initiative. It is, of course, conceivable that there are a great number of women everywhere who indulge in superheated fantasies of genital exhibitionism.
The excitement a woman experiences when she notes the reactions of males who view her exposures becomes an obsession with her. All women sexually appreciate this reaction. It proves to them that they are a sexually accepted creature and that they are playing their role correctly. Some females become so enamored with this that they carry it to an extreme.
It has been suggested that one excellent, although unorthodox, avenue of treatment would possibly be visiting a nudist organization. When everyone else is in a state of nudity, what can the exhibitor exhibit?
CASE HISTORY:
Cathy
"A symbolic manifestation of the sexual impulse, serious in adult life, may occur innocently, and not abnormally, in childhood. This is exhibitionism." (Ellis)
Freud refers to the exhilaration even very young children experience in nakedness; they love to dance about naked before going to bed, often raising their little garments, even before strangers, a reminiscence, as Freud views it, of a lost Paradisiacal state, to become later in exhibitionists a morbid obsession and often even normally reasserted after puberty in a definite though restrained form.
The exhibitionistic antics of the young are not considered serious. But when this urge continues to express itself in adulthood, it becomes a problem in our present society-a problem both to the authorities and to the person committing this so-called deviant act. Since exhibitionism is the most common sexual offense, accounting for about two-thirds of sex-offense arrests made, the courts are, at times, crowded with offenders. The persons involved, often highly respected individuals, are humiliated and, more-likely than not, lose their position in life.
The following case history is an ideal example of the growth of exhibitionistic urges in a young girl. The seed took root in a very young girl and finally bloomed into a full grown obsession within a young woman.
Since I have done a great deal of research and counseling with young adults and juveniles, I was quite interested when Cathy's parents consulted me and asked me to work with Cathy concerning her uncontrollable desire to expose herself. It seems she had been apprehended by the authorities, and they felt that any recommendations I might offer could, possibly, have some influence with their decisions.
Following, then, are verbatim excerpts, in Cathy's own words, from the many taped dialogues and personal notes taken during my many interviews with Cathy.
Cathy was a very attractive, bright, sixteen-year-old with golden-yellow hair flowing to her shoulders. Her large, sky-blue eyes had that exciting, "innocent female" wideness, and I am quite certain that her father could never refuse her anything she might ask him.
When she bounced into a room she commanded attention immediately. Her supple figure was perfectly developed.
We had an immediate rapport, and after a few preliminary questions and explanations, I asked her to start at the beginning and relate her first remembered sexual awakening. She hesitated to do this until I convinced her that everything she told me would be held in the strictest of confidence and would not be divulged to anyone.
"Well," Cathy said, "it's a little embarrassing Mr. De Armond, but I guess it's alright to tell you. Maybe you can help me.
"I remember when I was about eleven years old there was a boy at my school-I don't remember his name-that had some really wild pictures, and he showed them to a bunch of us kids. They were of men and women without any clothes on! I'd seen my mom a lot, and my dad a few times, but they weren't doing things together like the people in the pictures. The boys laughed at the pictures but we girls just giggled a little and blushed a lot.
"One picture showed a man standing naked, with his thing pointing out, you know, hard. I had never seen my dad like that. On the floor next to him was a naked girl with her legs all apart. Boy, you could see everything!
"Another one showed a man standing, and a woman was holding his penis in her hand, and I could see those things hanging down under his big thing! I had never seen a man's penis close up, only glimpses of my dad. I hardly ever saw my brother's little thing, and he was six years old.
"My girlfriend Barb and I were very interested in a man's penis and also a woman's sex parts, at that time.
"That weekend Barb spent the night at my house, and did we have fun! When she got there we went right to my room and locked the door. After we stopped giggling we started to talk about the pictures and things. She knew more than I did. She told me that a boy's thing could get stiff like that and that she had even seen her two brothers make theirs hard. They had even showed her one time and she played with their penises. She even suggested that I spend a night at her house and we might be able to peek on her brothers and see their things!
"I spent the night at her house, and her brothers were too much! Barb and I played records after I got there and she showed me a lot of her things, dolls and dresses and stuff. She had better things than I did. I guess her family had more money than we did.
"Anyway, we started to talk about boys, of course, and she showed me a little comic book she had. Said it was her older brother's. It showed men with their big things going into girls. I had heard about it but never saw it before.
"Looking at the book made me kind of itch around my pee hole. When Barb started telling me some of the things she'd seen her brothers do, she started to rub herself between her legs.
"I had done that before, and it always felt good, but I asked her what she was doing. She said, 'Making my pussy feel good. Didn't you ever do it?'
" 'Once in awhile,' I told her, 'but what do you mean by "pussy"? '
" 'Don't you really know?' she asked.
" 'No, really I don't,' I answered.
" 'I've got an idea,' she said excitedly, and then went over and locked her door.
"On the way back to the bed she continued, 'Let's take our clothes off and I can show you a few things, OK?'
"Before I could answer she started to pull her T-shirt over her head. I was beginning to get excited over the idea, so I followed suit.
"Barb didn't have full breasts, of course, but she sure had a good start in that department. Her nipples were bright rose-pink and stood straight out, like two rounded off pencil erasers. And, I found out later, just as hard. There was a ring-like discoloration at the base of each nipple. The breasts themselves were quite prominent little plum-size mounds.
"As small as her breasts were, I was a bit envious of her. My nipples were the same, just about, but I had a smaller rise of flesh under them. I had enough that you could grab a hold of, though.
" T like your breasts, Barb,' I said, a little embarrassed. T wish mine were like that.'
" 'They will be, Cathy. All of a sudden they'll be there, like mine were,' she said consolingly. T rub and play with mine-that's supposed to make them grow faster and bigger.'
"I decided then and there that I would have to start doing that to myself. I looked down at my little bumps, and when I looked up Barb was starting to roll her panties down her legs. I pulled off my shorts, and by the time I had my panties off she was rolling on the bed naked, giggling. I joined her, and we giggled together.
"After a while we had rolled on our sides, facing each other. I don't know who started it first, but we began to play with each other's breasts.
" 'Do you know what these are called?' she asked, laughing, as she rolled my nipples in her fingers.
"As I continued to caress her silky breasts I told her, 'No.'
" 'Well, they're called 'tits.' I guess I'll have to tell you everything.'
"With that, she put her finder down on my pee hole, and I jumped at the first touch of someone else's finger in that place, other than my own.
" 'This is what I was calling my pussy, and it feels real good if you rub it right,' she said.
"Suddenly she reached around me and slapped my rear. 'That,' she said with finality, 'is your ass! Now you know all the real names of everything.'
"We both laughed and then sort of moved together until we were touching each other, the whole length of our bodies. We put our arms around each other and started rubbing our titties together. A thrill traveled through my body each time our nipples sprang off of each other, like four small pieces of rubber tubing, and it felt so good! I commenced getting a sensation in my pussy area that I had never experienced in the past. I had the strongest desire to rub myself there!
"Barb must have had the same feeling, because she rolled onto her back, spread her legs wide, and started to do just that!
"I sat up and watched how she did it for a while, then dropped onto my back and imitated her actions.
"Pretty soon we were so heated up from fingering ourselves that our bodies were as red as two pretty cherubs. We were really going at it, making sucky little sounds with our fingers and enjoying every minute of it, when all of a sudden there was a loud laugh and a young male voice said, 'Wow, look what they're doin' now!'
"I almost peed on my finger as I sat bolt upright, and Barb was right with me. There, in the window in the wall facing the foot of the bed, were her two brothers! Their eyes were big as nickels, and after a brief period of silent staring, they climbed in the window.
"We were too surprised to move, and finally Barb said, 'What are you guys doing here?'
" 'We saw you girls come into the house so we thought we'd spy on you and see what you were up to,' the biggest boy said, smiling.
" 'Well, get out of here before I call Momma,' said Barb.
" 'If you do we'll tell her what you two were doin', ' said the oldest boy, still grinning.
"Barb shrugged her shoulders, looked at me, and said, 'These are my stupid brothers. That one is Joey,' she said pointing to the oldest. 'He's thirteen, and that one is Bud. He's twelve.'
"All this time Joey and Bud were staring at me between my legs, in fact at my whole body. I felt a strange sensation all over, as if their eyes were some sort of ray gun penetrating my flesh. I quickly put my hands over my pussy, in false modesty I guess, since I enjoyed their eyes looking at my secret places.
"They were a handsome pair, standing there in their short pants. Their partly matured, muscular bodies seemed to excite me-why, I didn't know.
"They stood there looking us all over for a while; then Joey said, 'Hey, you girls are sure getting your titties, they look pretty good.'
"I blushed at that, and, believe it or not, I could feel my nipples getting harder. I didn't know whether to cover my titties or keep my hand on my pussy, so I just kept my hands on my pussy.
"Barb didn't bother to cover herself at all; she just jumped off the bed and started pushing Joey toward the door. I noticed that she had a real cute butt, the way it clinched and wiggled as she moved. Each cheek was so round and protruding that they looked like two small balloons pushed together.
" 'You just get out of here, both of you!' she yelled, shoving them toward the door.
" 'Aw, come on, Barb, we're not hurting you. We like looking at you girls!'
"While Barb was trying to get them out, I slipped one of my fingers into my hole and started rubbing it in and out! My whole body was getting wildly excited, and I started to blush with passion! I could see the bulges in the boys' pants, between their legs, and I tried to imagine what their things must look like.
"Barb finally agreed to let the boys stay on the condition that they take their pants off. I kept my mouth shut, but inwardly I was so excited I could hardly contain myself.
"Barb got back on the bed with me, and we watched the boys. They pulled down their shorts in nothing flat. When Joey slipped his pants down, his thing just sprang out, all stiff and quivery. I was surprised at the size of his thing, for his age, and especially the large ball bag flopping back and forth every time he moved.
"The two naked boys stood there in front of us naked, with their hands on their hips like they were proud of their bodies and their hard dongs stiffly protruding from between their legs.
"As I devoured their rigid organs with my eyes, my finger penetrated too far into me, and I squealed a bit. They all looked at me, and Barb said, 'Come over to the bed so Cathy can look at you better. She's never seen a boy's thing before.'
"Both boys came to my side of the bed and stood there. Barb moved behind me to watch. I could feel her hot little body on my back. My point of interest wasn't two feet away, and I really scrutinized it. I thought the color and shape of his thing was beautiful. It was about five inches long with an oblong cap on top that reminded me of a small boy with his winter stocking cap pulled down over his head. The body of it was the color of pure cream, and the top was a little darker. I had never seen the tiny mouth on the end of one before. It reminded me of a fish's mouth. I could distinctly see the two balls hanging inside his sac, and that sac was curiously wrinkled. This strange, new, pulsating, pretty thing hypnotized me; I couldn't take my eyes from it.
"Suddenly Joey spoke. 'Would you like to touch it, Cathy?'
"As though moving by its own power my hand reached and grasped it. How can I possibly describe the feel of it! On first contact my hand jumped as if from an electrical shock. I quickly grabbed the hot thing again, and I could feel it throbbing and pulsing. It was hard and yet soft to the touch, like corn silk.
The skin was sort of loose, and I discovered I could move it up and down. This gave Joey quite a thrill.
"I had been so engrossed with my new toy that I didn't notice the others until I felt probing fingers on my pussy and more on my nipples. Glancing down, I saw Bud's head between my legs, his hand feeling me. The sight of a boy's head so close to my pussy excited me so much I squeezed the thing in my hand. This made Joey jump and holler, 'Hey, not so hard!'
"Barb released my nipples and said, 'Get on the bed, you guys,' and they did. It seems she had become the director, and the actors complied.
"The first thing Joey did was to rub the palm of his hand over my nipples, pushing them over and then letting them spring back up. The feeling was fantastic. He moved down and told me to open my legs. I pulled my feet up flat on the bed and he could really see my hole. He reached out with both hands and spread the lips, the outer ones, apart, and I could feel his breath on my inner sex lips.
" 'Man, you sure got a good-lookin' cunt, Cathy,' he said in a low voice. 'I'd sure like to put my prick in it!'
"Two new words! It didn't take me long to define them, though, and when I did, I felt quivery inside at the thought of what he had said.
" 'Have you ever done that to a girl?' asked Barb.
"He told us that he had done it several times with a young neighbor woman and that he really knew how to do it. Barb then suggested that he and I do it, that she had never seen it before. She had nothing on me, because I hadn't either. Joey had been rubbing me in the clitoris area, and I was ready for anything at this point.
"He raised up and pushed my knees back toward my shoulders, making my cunt push up even with the cheeks of my ass. He then climbed between my legs, lowered himself, and started to rub his prick across my wide-open, moist cunt. While watching this, Barb was unconsciously rubbing and pinching my nipples until I thought they would pop right off of me. Bud was on the other side of us playing with himself.
"My cunt was so wide open he had little difficulty starting his big prince into it. His penetration stopped abruptly when his organ hit something that surprised the both of us, and it hurt a little. He was too far gone, however, to stop, and he just pushed harder. Suddenly something gave way, causing a sharp pain inside me. I jumped and uttered a surprised cry of pain, and he pulled back quickly, until only the head of his organ was in me. He started short little probing movements, and I could feel the head of his prick rubbing back and forth on my clitoris. The pain subsided and when he noticed I no longer appeared to hurt, he entered into me deeper and deeper with each swelling thrust of his thick muscle. My butt quivered as I felt the entire length of his prick squeeze across my clitoris.
"I felt an unusual sensation as my insides became accustomed to this strange thing jamming into me. My knees were pressed against my shoulders from his weight on top of me, and his ball bag was slapping against my ass. I could feel the swelling head of his prick driving further and further into my hole. He started ramming it in faster and faster. His muscles started to tighten, and suddenly his whole body became rigid and he made one great thrust into me, and suddenly I felt something of great force start to pump into me. Each spurt made me gasp in pleasure. His prick felt twice the original size, and pretty soon I could feel a hot liquid start to trickle down the valley between the cheeks of my butt.
"I had learned the meaning of another word-'fuck'!
"That day was an experience I will never forget as long as I live. Bud fucked Barb, while Joey and I watched, and after that I went home.
"Fucking Joey was fun, but I thought at the time that there must be something more to it than what I felt, because I was still feeling hot when I left Barb's house. I figured that I'd find out someday, and boy, I sure did.
"About a week later I went over to Barb's house again. This time I met her father. Wow, he sure was a handsome man! Anyway, when he answered the door he told me that Barb had gone to the store, and her brothers were also gone.
"I should tell you that Barb's mother had been killed in an accident about two years prior to that time, and her dad was raising them by himself.
"Well, he asked me in and suggested I sit on the couch and talk with him until Barb got back. I was wearing a microskirt and regular panties, you know, not those pantyhose things, and I was a little embarrassed when I sat down in front of that gorgeous, mature man, because it pulls up to my hips whenever I sit down. I noticed that his eyes were glued to my legs as I sat there, and I began to get the same feeling I got when Barb's brothers were looking at me!
"I asked him where the brothers were, and he told me that they had gone on a camping trip for a few days. His dark brown eyes were still staring at my crotch and legs, and I began to feel my nipples start to rise.
"I had played with myself after that first fabulous day in this house, and all I really thought about while doing it was the interest the boys had shown in my body, how their looking had given me such a strange, interesting feeling. Now I was experiencing that feeling again.
"I shifted, so that more of my legs were bared, and Brad-that was his first name, the name I used later-didn't miss a thing. I could feel the moisture permeating my panties as he stared at me, wide-eyed!
"While he was looking at the sights in front of him, we talked about school and homework. His eyes were drawing the moisture from my pussy and lifting my nipples to him as if to a magnet. Every once in a while he would unconsciously caress himself between his legs. I knew what the bulge in his crotch was, and I could imagine what it looked like. It was very exciting to me to know that I was having such an effect on a mature man.
"As we talked on, I could feel my pussy lips opening and still more moisture gathering there. My legs spread apart as if my pussy lips were pushing them open.
"He could see my panties easy enough, but suddenly I got the strangest compulsion. Just thinking about it made me hotter than ever. I had the desire to show him more than my panties!
"I knew I shouldn't do anything obvious, but for some reason I just couldn't control this urge. I finally excused myself and went to the bathroom. Once there I reached under my tiny skirt and pulled my panties off. After compulsively rubbing my sex a few seconds, I put my panties in my purse and went back to the living room.
"Brad was still sitting, facing the couch. I didn't try to hide anything when I sat down, and the sensual thrill I got when he saw my naked cunt was terrific! His eyes popped open as big as silver dollars. Again I felt on the brink of something big, like I experienced when Joey fucked me.
"Brad started to blush profusely when he glanced between my thighs and realized I was bare. He quickly turned his head away in embarrassment, but he couldn't stop his periodic crotch rubbing!
"I knew the effect I was having on him and I wanted more. I told him how much I liked Barb and her brothers, and he thanked me but didn't look at me. Then I mentioned that I had fixed my hair differently and asked him how he liked it. This time he had to face me! When he did, his eyes automatically dropped to my pussy, and he really looked shocked. I had propped one leg halfway up on the seat of the couch, and that sort of opened everything wide. His skin was crimson, and he was actually breathing hard.
"Just as I was thinking about what to do next, Barb came in the door. I dropped my leg down and pulled down my skirt the best I could. Brad jumped up, told me my hair looked nice, excused himself, and left the room. When he stood up I could see how big his organ must be from the rise in his crotch.
"Barb said 'Hi, be right back,' and went to her room.
"My hand dropped immediately to my pink sex lips and I started rubbing them rapidly, especially the little knob at the top. It felt so good I even pushed my finger into my hole. In a few moments I experienced one of the most glorious, twitching, jerking, convulsive feelings I have ever had. It was as if I was in the throes of a seizure. I had reached my first orgasm!
"I was still in a half faint when Barb returned to the room, and she asked if I was ill. I told her yes and left her house immediately. I knew then what it was that I had been missing. I vowed I was going to do it again, in bed that night, and I did!"
I shall interrupt Cathy's narrative, at this point, to say that this was one of the critical phases in Cathy's sexual development. It is quite obvious that her sex education was limited. Had she been tutored on the aspects of male and female genitalia and sex drives, her direction would possibly have been on a more normal plane. As it happened, her first realization that she could stimulate the opposite sex by exposing her genitalia became imbedded in her libido-particularly since she experienced her first orgasm under these circumstances and related this to the incident with Barb's father. Her future sex patterns were being molded at this time. The die was cast, so to speak. In fact, according to her, she did masturbate in bed that evening and many evenings thereafter, visualizing the above incident. She had reached the conclusion that if she were to continue to experience this enjoyable, satisfying happening it must come about in the same way-by her exposing herself. So begins the growth of Cathy's sexual dilemma.
As generally happens in cases of this nature, Cathy began to masturbate excessively. The incident with Barb's father began to wear out as a masturbatory vision, so she had to search for more "food" for her insatiable hunger.
She decided to expand her activities to the boys at school, and at this point we continue with her story.
"Like I told you, I decided to show myself to the boys at school, and boy-did I ever!
"This particular day I wore a regular miniskirt, not a micro, and put my panties in my clutch bag. On the way to school I actually got hot and bothered thinking about my adventure.
"While I sat on the bench, waiting for the school bus, I spread my legs slightly. You should have seen the men in the passing cars look at me! I'll bet I made all their things get hard! One man even went through a red light because he was looking up my dress!
"The first thing I did when I got to school was to get my books from my locker. It's a lower locker, so I have to squat down to get into it. In the past I would usually face the locker and keep my knees together, but that day I faced toward the hallway and spread my legs just enough so that if anyone looked they could see right up my hole and butt! Quite a few guys did just that!
"The classroom was the best fun, though. The boys used to drop pencils and things, and when they picked them up they'd try to look up some girl's dress, and they were usually successful. With miniskirts it's not difficult; You should have seen their faces when they looked up my legs and saw that I didn't have panties on-that was really something!
"Two boys in front of my desk dropped so many things that the teacher noticed it. We had a male teacher, and he wasn't so dumb! He knew what they were doing. After that, he sat where he could see a little bit himself. That turned me on more than the boys looking at me, and I really gave him a view! It was like a new world to me, I'd found a new world of excitement!
"After that I hardly ever wore any panties. It was too much fun to show myself to the boys, and especially to men! On my fourteenth birthday our school had a big baseball game. I decided I would be able to show myself to a lot of guys, so I decided to go. It was really going to be something! I played with myself for hours, just thinking about it!"
Cathy had described some of her masturbatory techniques to me and it is amazing how sophisticated Cathy had become, in a few short years. Following is an excerpt from a session describing some of her actions.
She told me that she used to write in her diary while naked, and she showed me a few pages she had written when she had turned fourteen.
"I'm sitting here with you naked, sweet diary, so forgive me if I stop and rub my cunt every once in a while. I have the nicest bunch of hair between my legs, it's fun to play with. I was looking at myself in the mirror today and wow-have I developed lately! My titties are really getting big. I love to rub and caress them with my hands, 'specially when I'm fingering my hole. The other night I discovered another hole for fun. Accidentally, I sat on my hair brush. I was naked at the time, and the handle went between my butt cheeks and right to my back hole. It felt good so I pressed the handle into my hole. I can't tell you, diary, what a feeling I had. My tittie nipples erected instantly, and I could feel the dampness start in my cunthole. I started pumping it in and out, and it bothered me so much that I started my finger into my hole. After a while I began to wonder what it would feel like in my front hole. My hand started moving like it wasn't even part of me. In and out, in and out, faster and faster. I had a come real fast. I'm going to find something better, more like a boy's prick, to try later."
She informed me that she would masturbate endlessly thinking about her past and future exhibitionistic exploits.
Now to continue with Cathy's description of her "production" at the ballpark.
"Well, I want to tell you, I really had fun! Sitting in the bleachers I could show myself off real good. Of course I wore a miniskirt, and when I saw a boy or man looking my way I would spread my legs, and I could even feel a breeze on the lips of my sex when I did it! One man, he was very handsome, I thought, looked at me more than the game!
"I acted as if I was watching the game, but I could see him out of the corner of my eye. There were two boys, about fourteen, that liked my show too. I could tell because they started to rub themselves between their legs. I got a big kick out of two other boys, about eight years old, that were sitting right in front of me. They kept turning around and looking right up my ass and giggling. It must have been quite an education for them!
"The whole thing excited me so much I had to go to the restroom and finger myself. I was sorry I went, because when I got back, the game was over. I had planned to meet the handsome man after the game, but when I got back he was already gone. I had a strong desire to have a mature man play with me.
"The next weekend I went over to Barb's house. She wasn't there, but her father was! He'd been looking at me strangely lately, like he would like to do something with me, sexually.
"What a time I had! Her father had been drinking; in fact, he answered the door with a drink in his hand. He invited me in, and I sat on the couch facing him in his chair. He started telling me that he had been thinking about his late wife and that he was very lonesome for her. While he talked I let my legs separate just enough to barely show my sex lips and hair. He caught the view quick enough, and he didn't hide his interest as he had done the last time. He just openly stared at my crotch!
"I was quickly becoming aroused and opened my legs a bit more. He was getting that beautiful bulge in his crotch, too! I finally changed the conversation by asking him if he had any girlfriends. He told me not really, just a few he knew. He was drinking continually, and everything seemed perfect for my plan.
"It really jolted him when I raised the calf of my leg onto the couch cushion. He almost dropped his drink. I could feel my cunt lips separate when I moved, so I know he had a real eyeful.
"He started to rub himself between his legs, and I knew why, but I asked him what he was doing that for. This surprised him and he stopped immediately, picked up his drink, took a long swig, and, with slurred speech, asked me what I meant.
" 'Why are you rubbing yourself between your legs like that?' I asked innocently.
"He didn't answer me immediately but swallowed his drink and got up and fixed himself another. I could really guess the size of his thing, it was sure pushing out the front of his pants! I couldn't resist rubbing my swollen sex lips while he was facing the other way, thinking about the cause of that bulge!
"He was pretty unsteady on his feet when he came back, and he staggered to his chair. He looked between my legs and then looked me right in the eye.
" 'Because you're driving me nuts, the way you sit there. I can see everything you have between your legs. It isn't proper for a girl of your age to sit in front of a man like that. You cause things to happen to him.'
"I thought, Boy, don't I know it! and then I answered, 'You don't seem to mind looking, Brad.' It was the first time I had called him by his first name, and I could tell it surprised him.
"He shook his head and then mumbled, 'You're as bad as Barb.'
"I wondered what he meant by that, but I let it pass. I could tell he was really getting drunk, and when I put my foot up on the couch he just emptied his glass in one gulp.
"I could see he was stoned by this time, and I went over and sat on his lap. I could feel his hard penis under my butt, so I squirmed around on it for a while. He was too far gone from the drinking and sex stimulation to make me get up. He just sat there with his eyes half-shut, breathing hard.
" 'I'll bet you have a big one, Brad,' I said, feeling his strength throbbing between the cheeks of my ass.
"I could hardly hear his answer, I think he asked me, "A big what?' I told him I meant his thing, but he just moaned, closed his eyes, and passed out.
"I got off his lap and felt the hill in his pants. Gosh, it seemed so solid and large! I quickly unzipped his pants and put my trembling hand inside. I had a little trouble getting into his undershorts but I finally did, and his hot flesh jumped as my cool fingers curled around the thick shaft and moved up the smooth, silky skin. It was so large my fingers would not meet around it, and I tugged at it as I tried to free it from his pants. Finally I took out my hand and unbuttoned his pants and underwear and pulled them down. His huge prick sprang out, a thick, strongly curved spear of flesh, topped by a large round head shaped like a big ripe plum. His balls hung heavy in his wrinkled bag, as large as walnuts under the black fur of his crotch. I cupped my hand under them and held their warm weight. My first encounter with a full-grown prick and balls!
"I became fascinated by the beauty of his organ and sat on the floor in front of him to enjoy the sight. As I watched, his cock pulsated and throbbed, and his balls started pulling up to his shaft. I reached out my hand and ran my fingers up and down the engorged prick gently as I marveled at the slightly dark red color of this handsome tool.
"All of a sudden I began to get an urge I had never experienced before. I had seen pictures of it but I had never tried it before. I'm sort of ashamed to tell you this, but I wanted to put his hot thing in my mouth! There was that enormous, bobbing prick in front of me, jerking hot and glistening with moisture on the head, and I wanted to put my mouth on it! Why, I'll never know. Maybe it was because it was a real man's cock, I don't know.
"I took his hard shaft in my hand and moved my face up over his straining prick and lowered my mouth until my warm, soft lips captured the smooth, pulsing head. I swirled my tongue rapidly around it and mouthed it with my lips until it was swollen and gleaming from the loving polish that I applied to it.
"The saliva ran from the sides of my mouth as I sucked hungrily at the head-my cheeks pulling in from the force of each suck-and then I lowered my face on it and engulfed most of the throbbing, thick length within my mouth as I ran it down my throat. My lips were a tight O around the shaft as I sucked it in and out, and I tried to keep a tight tunnel around his entire cock as I slurped greedily, my head bobbing up and down as I nursed it.
"To my amazement, I felt a hot climax building in me as I sucked, and when I felt the thick load of his sperm spurting into the back of my throat, I began to come wildly, myself. I moaned and thrashed on the floor in front of him, my fingers pumping in and out of my cunt, all the while keeping his spitting prick deep within my mouth as I quaked with the violence of my own orgasm.
"Lustfully, I gulped at the heavy streams of sperm that he shot down my throat, and each spurt of his delicious discharge caused my clinching cunt to spasm in unison. I lovingly sucked him dry, swallowing every delicious drop before letting his wet prick drop from my lips. I moved back, wiping off my mouth with my hand, and looked at his darling cock hanging halfway limp between his thighs. I was fascinated watching his balls relax and roll down from their tight condition to their normal hanging position.
"For some reason I had an intense guilty feeling and wanted to get away from there as quickly as possible. I stuffed his soft but still large penis into his pants and gently lifted his bag of balls, dropped them in, and closed his pants. Then I jumped up and ran out of the house and home. Brad didn't wake up during the whole scene. He was just sort of groaning and rubbing himself as I went out the door. The minute I got home I went to bed and to sleep."
We break from the narration at this point to discuss the growth of Cathy's sexual aberration.
As it can readily be seen, Cathy learned at an early age that she could arouse the sexual desires of males, young and old, by exposing her genitalia. This thrilled her, and it soon became a game with her. She would always try to see the reaction she caused between the males' legs, and she was always thrilled to see the hump their erected penises made against their clothing, an erection that she had created. When it was not apparent or she was unable to determine if they had erections, she knew a quick feeling of despondency. It became such an obsession with her that she would visualize her encounters while she masturbated.
Masturbation had become a major function of Cathy's life. She continually devised new approaches to gain her now violent orgasms. She used all of the traditional implements, such as hairbrushes, hot dogs, condoms filled with various items, and even an artificial penis a friend of hers had acquired. Her most accomplished masturbatory technique is related in the following segments of our interviews.
Cathy continued to exhibit herself in the usual ways, and by the time she was sixteen years old, she was wiser and more experienced.
Cathy met a new friend shortly after her sixteenth birthday. I asked her to describe her friendship with this girl, Marta, and her relationship with her.
"Well, I really liked Marta. She knew a lot about sex and wasn't afraid to talk about it. I stayed at her house a lot of nights, but this one weekend her family went away for the whole weekend, and wow!
"We had gone up to her bedroom to put our suits on to go swimming. When we went into her room I saw a peculiar-looking rubber thing lying on her bed. She grabbed it and tried to hide it, but I stopped her. I kept asking her what it was but she wouldn't tell me. Finally I argued with her long enough and she told me it was a 'dildo.' Of course, I asked her what the hell that was. I was getting the idea, though, because the thing looked just like a man's penis. She explained that it was an 'auto-stimulator.' I said, 'Come on, you couldn't start a car with that thing!' We both laughed, and that relaxed the tension a great deal.
"After begging her to show me how it worked she finally agreed and let me hold it. It sure looked like the real thing. It had the veins running down the shaft, a cute ring of flesh-like plastic under the head, just like a real one with a hard-on, and it even had a ball bag hanging down.
"She said she would demonstrate it to me if I agreed to let her do it to me. I figured if it didn't hurt her it couldn't hurt me, so I agreed.
"Marta went into the bathroom to get undressed, and I picked the thing up to inspect it again. It even felt like a real male organ. It was about seven inches long and about an inch and a half in diameter, and it had a perfect little puckered mouth in the head of it, pretty much like a true prick.
"Well, anyway, she fucked herself with it, and I helped, and then she fucked me with it. It was a lot of sex fun, but not at all like an honest-to-goodness, real, live, hot, throbbing, blood-filled male prick!
"I was always finding different ways to get a come. The trouble is, when I try these things, after I start getting hot I want to show myself to males! It doesn't matter what their age is, as long as they have a prick. Why can't I get rid of this urge? I try to control myself, but to no avail. I knew if I kept up those practices I'd get into trouble.
"Anyway, one night while I was taking a bath I discovered something new. I like to get into the tub while the water is still running, and after I'm in the tub I slide down, ass first, to the faucet, pull my legs to my shoulders, which makes my pussy protrude out between my legs, and let the hot, fast-running water gush over my pussy lips. I can't tell you how good it feels, but it's something like a wet, slippery prick rubbing across my sex, and it feels so fluid and forceful.
"Well, I was doing my 'hydrotherapy' one night and I heard voices, or mumblings. I sat up, even thought I was hotter than hell, and realized that the voices were coming from the apartment next door. Now, the two apartment houses are situated so that the one next door to me is higher. The first floor is actually above our apartment, and you can look into our bathroom window and see the whole thing. I guess it's because they have underground parking next door. Anyway, I heard these voices, and since I had the sliding window open I sort of halfway stood up and peeked over the window sill.
"At first, all I saw was what appeared to be a bare back. It was going up and down, and once, it went high enough for me to see that it was a young man. He finally lifted himself on his arms, but his body kept vibrating. Then the realization hit me that he was in the act of making sex!
"As hot as I was already, this was all I needed to go all the way. I realized that if I stood, outside the tub, in the middle of the bathroom, I would present a perfect picture to someone in that window. I jumped out of the tub immediately!
"Since my light was on I knew I was in full view. I stood facing the mirror and started to inspect my ripe body. Turning this way and that so that I exposed all of myself to the window. I could hear the grunting and groaning going on next door, and I was so hot I had to force myself not to finish. If I had rouched my pussy then, I would have orgasmed immediately.
"Quite naturally, the guy next door was so engrossed in his sex making that he didn't see me, so I slammed the bathroom door shut, bang! This got his attention, and with a startled look on his face, his head jerked toward my window. I had started to finger myself by that time, and I could see him staring at me, out of the corner of my eye. I turned, facing away from the window, so he could see my lush ass cheeks; then I bent over, as if to pick something from the floor. I knew that in this position he could see pussy lips, ass-hole, and all. That's the beauty of a woman's body, she can bend over like that and throw all of her sex out her ass. I have little hair, so I know he had an unobstructive view.
"Knowing that his prick was in a cunt, driving away, gave me an exceptionally wild thrill. I could even imagine I could feel his prick in my own hole as I pumped away with my finger. With my free hand I started rubbing my tits, and squeezing them, in rhythm with the finger in my cunt.
"Keeping my head facing toward the mirror, I shifted my eyes toward the window and I could see the sexed up male, staring right at me. He started pumping faster and faster, and jamming my finger in all the way, I think I had my orgasm with him, because I could hear the sighs and moans of his climax, as I reached the summit of sex with a great burst of sexual satisfaction.
"He dropped from view then, and I started to clean myself up. I glanced at the window after a little while, just in time to see the young man get up. He was in his early twenties, and he didn't even look toward me. Then I saw the other person start rising. The first thing I saw was an ass lifting up! Then the whole body lifted up, and you won't believe what I'm going to tell you. The other person, lifting up from his stomach, was another guy! I could see his prick and balls! He glanced at my window, saw me, and grabbed his dick and waved it at me. I was totally disgusted, so I dried and went right to bed."
Cathy was gradually losing the normal desire for sexual relations with a male, owing to her abnormal obsession to exhibit her body and the sexual satisfaction she gained by doing so, and also owing to her more sophisticated techniques of masturbation. Her most unusual masturbatory practice, one she continued for quite some time, was initiated by an older girl friend of hers. The girl had purchased an extremely unique, and interesting item through the mail.
The paraphernalia was quite exceptional and expensive. Basically it was a pair of rubber pants, fitting skin tight from the waist down to just above the knees. Except for the length, it was much the same as skin divers wear. However, the distinctive feature of this garment was that inside, at crotch area, there was a solid extension, about six inches long and one inch in diameter, that extended from the front of the pants inward. When a female dons the garment the protruding member inside goes into the wearer's vagina. It does this quite readily, and the girl can have a dildo inserted in herself as long as she wears the garment. A pair of slacks or bell bottoms will never reveal the secret. Most any movement will produce an extremely satisfying experience, throughout the day, for the wearer. Cathy procured one of these devices and wore it a great part of the time-unless she wanted to exhibit herself, of course.
Cathy's exhibitionistic career was untainted until she devised an unusual activity for the boys in her neighborhood. She would arrange to have ten or twelve boys come to her house on certain days of the week, when her parents were not home, to enjoy a show. The show consisted of a cast of one-Cathy.
On the designated day, Cathy would seat the boys around the living room in a circle and then go into her act. First she would put a sexy record on the player, things like Cleopatra or El Cid; then she would start her dance. She'd twirl and spin, trying to be as sexy as she knew how. Knowing her, I would imagine she was quite successful. After a while she would slowly unbutton her blouse and gradually pull it off one arm and then the other. When it was completely off she would caress various parts of her body with it and then drop it to the floor. I asked her if she had ever witnessed this type of dance before, and she maintains that she never had. It seems she was a born sex provocateur. I shall continue her story in her own words, as derived from the tape.
The next part really turned me on, because the boys sure got interested. They would sit on the edge of their seats in great expectation, because this is the part where I start to take off my hip huggers. After I unbuttoned them I slowly started slipping them down my body. If there happened to be some boys in the crowd that hadn't seen a naked girl, they really got excited. Most of the boys started to rub their things at this point, and I could see their hard-ons bulging.
"When I dropped my pants to the floor, I started rubbing my body all over. Then I unhooked my bra and let it hang loose, and when I moved, my titties bounced out and they got a quick look at them. I loved to reach under the bra and caress my tits. This always made me real bothered, and the boys too! Finally I let my bra fall off my arms and gave them a good look. About this time the ones that had been there before unzipped and pulled out their peters. My mouth always watered when I saw all the different sizes and shapes of the pricks, all standing up stiff, because I knew I had caused it and that before it was over with I was going to play with each and every one of them!
"Then I danced around in my little lace panties, titties bouncing, and I even did the bumps, turning to face each side of the room to give them all a good look.
"About this time, I'd had about two or three orgasms. Most of the boys were jacking off, and it was really hard for me to keep going. Then it was time for my announcement. I stood in the middle of the room and said, 'OK, I'm going to pick two boys to pull down my panties.' Boy, did that ever start a turmoil. They all started fighting to see who was going to be lucky. I just looked around, and if there are some first timers there, that's who I choose, but usually I pick the two with the biggest cocks."
(Notice that Cathy has lapsed into the present tense, reliving the experiences. She often does this, although the events are long past.)
"After I pick the boys I have one stand on each side of me, and usually I reach down and give their sweet, springy cocks a squeeze, and this always gives me another orgasm. They each grab the elastic of my panties and slowly start rolling them down to the floor.
"The murmurs and groans from this sight come from all over the room, and the jacking off is a wild frenzy. After the panties roll off my pouting lips and curly hair, the cocks of my two helpers start to jerk up and down and they usually end up sitting on the floor, in front of me, jacking off.
"Then I kick the panties away and start to dance again, only this time I move so that my cunt lips and ass are opened for all of them to view. Seeing them all looking at my box I slither to the floor and roll and squirm with another come. When that's over I spread my legs and start fingering myself. This always amazes the boys, and they crowd around me to see better. When I roll onto my belly they always spread my ass cheeks apart and look at my anus puckering away. Once, one of them stuck his cock in my ass, and it felt lovely.
"When I turn over on my back the wisest boys ask me to let them stick their darling pricks into my cunt. I pick one, and pretty soon they all have turns at my pussy...."
Cathy conducted this show for several weeks, until one young lad, eight years old, told his older brother. His brother wanted to go with him, but the youngster refused to tell him or where the shows took place. In anger the older boy told their parents, who reported it to the police, who caught Cathy in the act at her next show. She was taken into custody by the juvenile authorities and subsequently released to her parents pending further court proceedings.
We have, in the case of Cathy, a classic example of what is happening in our society today. The lack of intelligent sex education creates, in the young child, an unhealthy curiosity about sex. If during the child's investigation into the mysteries of sex he inadvertently experiences a certain satisfaction while performing a certain act, this becomes the sexual goal of the participant. This would be eventually termed an obsession or a fetish. If an object is involved it is considered a fetish, whereas if a situation or certain type of person is the aberration, it would, more or less, be considered an obsession.
I am reminded of an extremely unusual case that defies classification. The subject, at an early age, was, normally, fascinated by the simple act of blowing on a window glass and watching the moisture of his breath evaporate. On a certain occasion, while doing this, he happened to see a couple in the throes of a wild sexual act. He witnessed this identical scene several times within a few days. Being at the age of puberty, he experienced his first orgasm while watching this sexual performance as the moisture from his breath evaporated on the cold glass of his window. This obsession became so great that he would merely blow his breath on a window glass several times to achieve a very satisfying orgasm.
I cite this case only to indicate how strongly these innocent happenings in early life can affect the sexual personality of the sexually uninformed. It is interesting to note that there is not a case on record, to this writer's knowledge, of a person becoming involved with the authorities in a deviant sexual matter, if that person has a nudist background. Whether this is indicative of any premise is, at the most, unproved. It does indicate that where there is a lack of curiosity there is a lack of aggressive sexual tendencies.
Cathy was extremely aggressive in her sexual pursuits, and her deviation, or obsession, became the almighty as far as her sexual satisfaction was concerned. With proper psychological indoctrination and therapy, it is felt that Cathy's problem will be alleviated in due time.
CASE HISTORY:
Becky
Any research concerning the phenomenon of female exhibitionism will most certainly include the dancing girl, since the stage is, of course, the ideal and legal recourse for the exhibitionistically inclined woman. Here she can exploit herself to her heart's content.
However, even the stage has its limitations. There are always lines of control drawn. Consider the multitude of topless bars in the country today, particularly in California. In the early days of the topless, the average citizen was very much disturbed and considered this new innovation to be completely immoral and unacceptable. But through the perseverance of the nightclub owners, and after many costly legal battles, the line was finally redrawn to allow topless dancers.
This acceptance inevitably opened new doors to sexual exploitation. As more and more clubs inaugurated topless girls, toplessness became practically commonplace, and profits began to swindle. Something had to be done to revive the business.
The next step was the "beaver" films. For those not familiar with films such as these, they are short color films of young, generally attractive girls who roll, toss, twist, and gyrate on a beautiful bed, couch, or floor or beside a beautiful pool, in the nude.
In the beginning a certain amount of modesty was shown by the girls. They would never allow the viewer to see their genitals, only the pubic hair. As time progressed, approximately a year, the films began to exhibit glimpses of the genital area until eventually they presented their hidden charms, even to the extent of pulling up their legs to spread wide the lips of their secret passage of love.
And of course, as this, too, became a glut on the market, the only obvious step was to bottomless dancers!
Since our subject, Becky, was one such dancer, we turn to her for her story.
She traveled through the early years of running around without clothing at home, and as she became older she was seemingly developing into a normal young girl. That is, until one very traumatic experience happened in her life at the age of fifteen.
"Yes, I would say that it was very exciting to me. I had never seen that wonderful equipment that a man has, and it was a real shock! My mother had kept me in almost complete ignorance about sex.
"I was about fifteen years old at the time, and I was taking a shortcut home, through an alley, when it happened. I had been swimming, and since I always wore my panties under my swim suit I had my wet suit and panties rolled up in my towel. I could never figure out why it was better to wear my panties when swimming than to wear them on the street on the way home.
"Anyway, like I said, I was walking through this alley, when I heard a noise coming from a sort of hallway that leads from the alley into this building. When I looked toward the noise I saw a man standing just far enough into the doorway that I could see him quite clearly. He had his pants open, and his big dick was standing out like a billy club!
"I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw that! He was moving his hand up and down the length of it, and he even had his balls hanging out! They were bouncing up and down with the movement of his hand.
"I had heard, of course, all kinds of wild stories from my girlfriends at school about this thing that males had, but to see one for the first time was something else! I just stood there, interested as hell.
"When he noticed my interest he really started to pump his hand up and down, and as I stepped closer for a better look I noticed the silvery drop of moisture on the end of his dick.
"He said something to me like, 'Do you like what you see, honey?' and I just nodded my head. He was really looking at my body, and it looked like he was actually licking his lips!
"For some reason I wasn't frightened, and I just stared at his actions, wondering what it was all about.
After pumping for a while he asked, T bet you have a very nice thing between your legs, don't you?' This sort of made me ashamed, because all I had, of course, was just a hole to me at the time, so I said, 'No, I don't have anything like you have.'
"He could tell my strong interest and also that he had me going, so he said, 'Let me see it, baby, please. I'm showing you mine!' I was embarrassed, but I didn't hesitate very long and grabbed the bottom of my dress and lifted it up to my waist.
"When he saw my pussy lips he whipped his thing until I thought he was going to pull it off! I was totally fascinated and walked right up to him and bent over so I could get a good look. What had been a little drop on the end of his prick had turned into a little stream, and it was covering his whole dick!
"I gingerly reached out and grasped his large, pulsating prick with my hand. On my touch it jumped, and I quickly let go. He told me that it was all right, so I grabbed it again and started moving my hand up and down as I had seen him do. This really caused him to react. He again reached down and started to rub his finger up and down my blushing sex lips and the thrill I felt was twice as good as the first time.
"He then realized the dangerous location we were in and said 'Follow me.' We entered a door at the other end of the hallway that opened into the basement. He locked the door and took me to a far end of the room. There was an old couch and some other things around. He yanked off his pants and fell onto the couch.
"The second he hit the couch he started to do what I now know is jacking off, wildly.
" 'Lift your dress, baby, lift your dress,' he said, breathing in gasps. I quickly followed his instructions and unconsciously started to rub my pussy. This really did it! He jacked his prick violently three or four more times and spurted out his beautiful load of creamy sperm! It shot right into my face and startled the hell out of me!
"After the last squirt he just sort of collapsed; in fact, I thought he fainted. He just sat there breathing hard with his sperm pouring out all over his dick, hand, and balls.
"I certainly had mixed emotions, believe you me. There I was, seeing this miracle of nature for the first time, with his come running down my face, over my mouth and dripping off my chin. My tongue automatically licked my lips and suddenly I realized what I was licking. It was a completely unknown liquid to me, and I knew it came out of a man's penis, but the taste seemed exciting and pleasant. I took my towel and wiped my face clean.
"I was standing there, watching his organ grow smaller and the white little river leaking out, when he opened his eyes, reached out his arms, and asked me to come to him. I walked to his arms as if I were in a trance.
"My dress was still tucked up around my waist, and he put his hot hands around me, onto my buttocks, and pulled me to him, squeezing my cheeks with his fingers. I fell onto him as he caressed my thighs and ass and then he spread my ass cheeks and played with my anus and pussy lips. I could feel his half-hard prick between my legs, the white stuff smearing them.
"He asked me if I liked what I saw, and I told him I did. Then he wanted to know if I would do something else exciting. I guess I had hot pants, even at that young age, because I told him I sure would.
"He told me to get on my knees between his legs and play with his dick. I was thrilled to death, because this was the first time I really had a chance to study a man's prick. It was something. I put my hand on it and sort of squeezed its half hardness. The head got bigger when I did that. He had a beautiful head on it. It was a lot larger than the body and was a bright pink color, and the base cf it folded sharply into the shaft. I took both hands and opened the cute, moist mouth on the end of it, and as I did a little pearl of liquid rolled out. Just under the head there was a darker-colored rolled or wrinkled ring of flesh from his circumcision. I found I could straighten this out by pulling down the skin on the shaft.
"My handling of his organ had naturally caused it to grow again, and this really fascinated me. I realized that it was me that had caused this strange phenomenon, and I experienced a new sense of excitement between my legs!
"It very quickly grew to a hard, throbbing thing, and I studied the network of veins all around it. Some were big and some were small, but there were so many of them! I started the action of moving one hand up and down the length of his rod as I investigated his marvelous balls. They were large and as I grasped them in my hand I could tell they were kind of oblong, sort of egg-shaped, and pretty well covered with hair. His bag was a bit wrinkled and I noticed that one ball hung down lower than the other. I cupped them both in my hand and weighed them. They felt wonderful. I have always loved to fondle a man's balls and feel them in my hand. I think all women love this no matter what their age is-it must be instinct.
"About this time he started squirming and panting. He leaned forward and whispered, 'Put your mouth on it!' As he said this he put his hand on my head and started pulling me down to his prick!
"I couldn't believe what he said, but even so I had the strongest desire to do just that! It looked ... well, it looked delicious! This pulsating, engorged organ of manhood looked good enough to eat!
"As my mouth reached his straining muscle he again whispered to me, 'Lick it first, honey.' Following his instructions, I started by licking its beautiful head. I licked all around it and even put my tongue into the wet mouth. I discovered that it really turned him on when I licked the bottom side of the head, so I did that for a while, and his legs kept shaking and jumping! Finally, not wanting to wait any longer, I put my mouth over the hot head of his prick! To this day I will never forget the thrill of his dick going into my mouth! He jumped up a little bit and nearly knocked me over, but I kept my lips glued to his organ.
"His prick felt like velvet, and the moisture in my mouth made it all slick and slimy. I started to go down further and further until I thought I would choke myself. I could feel the head at the bottom of my throat, and then when I drew back and let it slip nearly out of my mouth I could feel his cock swell with passion-it seemed to get twice its erected size!
"Instinctively, I realized that a steady sucking, up and down, was most pleasurable for him, so I started a steady pace and at the same time I put my hand between my legs and started to rub my cunt!
"In a very short time he began to reach his climax. I could feel it and sense it I guess. His prick started to pulse, expanding larger and larger, and he was groaning things like, 'Oh God ... suck, suck, ... ohhhh'.
"He came then, and I would have been shocked if I hadn't seen him come earlier. It was still too much for my mouth, and as he erupted into my mouth the pressure made it squirt out the sides of my lips. I tried to swallow it all, but it was just too much! For some reason I reached up and grabbed his balls, and that really got him going! He spurted more and more and I could feel the sperm splashing against the roof of my mouth!
"As his orgasm diminished I could feel his prick losing its hardness, gradually. It was even exciting to me to feel his unhard cock in my mouth. We lay there for a few minutes, his limp organ in my mouth, his come all over his balls and my chin, and finally I lifted off of him, and as his dick slipped out of my mouth it made sort of a sucking sound.
"When I stood up he looked quite disturbed and ashamed of himself. He pulled me to him, bent down and kissed my pussy, and told me to put my dress in order. After he dropped his still large dick into his pants and zipped them up we left the basement. Once outside he told me I probably wouldn't see him again, thanked me, and left. I went home with a great deal of questions on my mind.
"When I got home I started to contemplate everything that had taken place. I was overwhelmed with the experience. How had it all come about? I asked myself. The man was exposing himself to me in the alley, I had stopped to watch him, and then had walked into the hallway with him. The thing that made the greatest impression on me was his reaction when I lifted my dress and he saw my bare pussy. That seemed to really turn him on! The way he yanked on his dick so violently, his hand was just a blur, and his balls were really flopping up and down. That was the first time I had ever seen a man's big ball bag.
"I thought of how his face was so contorted, with pleasure I guess, and he gritted his teeth together. Boy, his balls bouncing, though, that was something! I realized that all of this was due to my exposing my genitals to him. When we were once in the basement that where the big things happened. That's where I saw my first man come while looking at my pussy. He was like a wild man!
"But the greatest thrill, and the most exciting part of the whole incident, was, of course, when I sucked his dick! I may forget many of the other things, but that was the best part of all and I will never forget a second of it. I remember every detail of my first blow job, down to the last drop of come, and to this day my only objective in going out with a man is to have the opportunity to suck on his dick.
"I rationalized that this had actually happened because I had shown him my pussy. In my mind it seemed to be the logic of the situation that by showing my cunt I was initiated into the wonderful secrets of sex, namely fellatio.
"I sucked every boy I could all through my school years; in fact, I was known for this hobby and had a pretty bad reputation. Oh, I had my share of screwing, but I would do that only if I could suck the boy off first.
"I used to expose myself quite a lot in school, only for one purpose, to get a boy's thing in my mouth, and after school I continued the practice.
"When topless dancing started I was one of the first ones to do it. I didn't get much satisfaction from it, however, because I have this thing about exposing my pussy.
"I'm in my glory now, with the bottomless. I can get up there and throw my cunt in all of their faces! I can see the bulges in their pants when they go to the can and imagine how great it would be if they could spring out their hard-ons and sit there playing with them while they watch my pussy and ass. They all try to date me, and I try to pick the one I think might have the most suckable dick. So far I've been doing great. I get a new one every night!"
I will conclude my interview with Becky, at this point with a final statement.
Ordinarily I would not have included a chapter concerning a dancing girl, since this certainly is not uncommon for a young lady. But due to Becky's obsession with fellatio, due to her earlier traumatic experience, and her method of obtaining her satisfaction, it is felt that her story has a definite place in a report on female exhibitionism.
CASE HISTORY:
Aimee
Aimee's parents became aware of her overt sexual inclinations when she was about six years old. She had developed the habit of running around the house completely nude. This is, of course, normal for young children, particularly girls, in their early years. However this habit is usually diminishing by the age of five or six years old. Not in the case of our next history, Aimee. She enjoyed running into a room occupied by visitors, especially strangers, in the nude.
Needless to say, there were several incidents that occurred with visitors that became of great concern to her parents. For example, she was caught many times sitting on male visitor's laps. This usually embarrassed the men involved, but not always.
It is not possible to know just how many men and boys took advantage of this young, naked girl sitting on their knees, but several were discovered in the act.
After investigation it was learned that one man, who had become a frequent visitor to the family home, had molested Aimee no less than a dozen times.
This man, whom we shall call John, was a fellow worker of Aimee's father. They were quite friendly at work so it was not too unusual for him to visit the family. Since he was also a bachelor he was frequently invited to share dinner with them.
On the first occasion, when Aimee ran into the room without her clothing, her father was also in the room and she no sooner jumped onto John's lap, when her father scolded her and sent her to her room. John couldn't keep his eyes off of her cute, undraped body and watched her little butt wiggle as she ran off. He was quite embarrassed with himself, since he had never had any such feelings toward a youngster before, and he realized he was actually starting to erect.
The next occasion was quite different, however. Aimee's father had taken the family car to a garage to be repaired, and shortly after John arrived her mother stated that she had to get something she had forgotten from the store. Since John had been invited for dinner she apologized, telling him to make himself at home until she returned.
When her mother left, Aimee, who had been watching TV, jumped up and ran out of the room, leaving John to watch TV by himself.
After a few moments she returned and, lifting up her dress, started to dance around the room. John was shocked when noticed that she had taken her panties off!
She danced around the room awhile and then leaped onto John's knees. What happened during this incident is best described in John's own words taken from the investigator's report.
"Aimee's father had taken the car to a garage, I think; then her mother went to the store. I was sitting there watching TV when she came skipping into the room. I didn't think anything about it until suddenly she lifted her dress up to her waist and started to dance around the room, with an unbelievably mature smile on her face. It may have been my imagination, but she seemed to know how to dance quite seductively. The way she moved her solid, round, protruding ass as she danced made me want to reach out and grab her! She was a little large for her age and her full, pink, hairless sex lips were fascinating to me, for some reason. I couldn't believe that a girl this young could excite me so much!
"When she sat on my lap I began to lose all control. I didn't thought, and told her she should go put her panties on. She just put her arms around my neck and said, 'I love you, uncle John!'
"I wanted to push her off my lap but I just couldn't make myself do it! Then she asked me to kiss her, and my head automatically bent down to her uplifted face and we kissed. My hand had fallen onto her smooth thigh and when I realized it I started to run my. hand up and down the softness of her skin.
"I told her she had pretty legs. Can you imagine a guy twenty-five years old telling a six-year-old girl she has pretty legs and feeling them, on top of it? I couldn't believe I was doing all of this!
"In response to my statement she lifted her dress up to her waist and asked me if I thought she was pretty. I told her I did, and it was all I could do to keep my hand from going up the inside of her velvety inner thigh to her sex opening. I had acquired a full erection. She could feel it between her legs, and she started to sort of squirm on it.
"Suddenly she parted her legs farther apart and reached between them to my stiff penis. 'What's that?' she asked innocently, as she squeezed my hardness. I told her that was what a man had and wished immediately that I hadn't said it. I should have told her it was nothing and let it go at that. Anyway, she immediately grabbed it with both hands and started pulling up and down on it. My pants were pretty loose, and she could stroke it easily.
"The feeling was too much for me. I could feel her ass cheeks on my balls as she squirmed. I shot my load almost instantly. Each time I squirted it felt like some one pulling two-foot lengths of string out through my penis from my balls.
"I lifted her off of my lap, and my pants were with my sperm. That's how they got evidence against me, by the way. They found traces of my sperm that leaked onto the chair. Anyway, I cleaned myself up and told her never to say anything about it. But she did let it slip, and that was why I got arrested."
During the next several years of her life Aimee continued to expose herself. She hardly ever wore panties. When she went to the park she would get on the swings, and when a man would walk in front of her she would spread her legs wide and give them a full view of her genitals. If she happened to be sitting on a bench she would lift a leg or some such action to show herself off. This was not, of course, limited to men but included males of any age.
By the time Aimee was eight years old the boys in the neighborhood became aware of her peculiar habits and would always go look for her to "give them a show." If she happened to be sitting on the front steps of her apartment they would stand in front of her and ask her to show them everything, and the girl would do it. Finally, one day, an enterprising young man of eleven decided he could get more from her than just a look, and he certainly did!
She was sitting on her steps this particular day when Ted walked by. She automatically opened her legs when he was in front of her, and he stopped to look at the sights. While his penis started to become erect, he got an idea. He told her to follow him, that he had a fun surprise for her. She followed him to the back and into an unused garage.
Once Ted had the door secure he told her to take her dress off, which she did. While watching her he pulled out his half-mature penis and started masturbating. Her body was forming very well and was a little more mature than that of a normal eight-year-old. Her hips were starting to fill out, and there was just the slightest hint of pubic hair above her vulva. She also had two little marble-sized breasts with tiny pink nipples standing on them.
After she had removed all her clothes, Ted stopped masturbating and removed his pants and walked to her. He looked closely at her body for a while; then he reached out and rubbed his hands over her budding breasts. Moving on down, he put a hand between her legs and tried to get his finger into her hole. She helped by squatting a little and he did get his finger part way in, but he pulled it back out and told her to turn around. When she turned her back to him he started to masturbate rapidly with one hand as he caressed her buttocks with the other. Finally he turned her back around and told her to get on her knees.
Aimee remained silent throughout the whole proceeding, doing just what she was told to do. When Ted told her to put his penis into her mouth and suck, she clasped her hand around the base of his penis and lowered her mouth onto it. In no time at all he taught her how to move up and down, giving him the most pleasure, and he climaxed almost immediately, although he had no semen.
Later, after this incident, Ted told all his friends what had taken place and every boy wanted to get Aimee to do it to them. According to the available records it appears she did just that.
While Aimee was eleven years old she performed an act that called attention to her serious mental state. She began to go to a bus stop near her home and sit on the bench. While all the traffic traveled by she would put both feet on the bench and masturbate. Someone finally had nerve enough to find out where she lived and reported her actions to her parents.
Needless to say, Aimee's parents were stunned when they heard what their daughter had done. After consulting a psychiatrist, they were informed that their daughter was mentally deficient. They had noticed many peculiar habits Aimee had, but when it's your own child you tend to overlook many things. It's very difficult to believe that your own child may have a mental problem. At that time they made the decision to try to raise Aimee in a normal way, always hoping, no doubt, that she would eventually emerge from her mental state and become mentally efficient.
Aimee's parents raised her for the next three years, watching her and helping her as much as possible, and with little incident, so they thought.
It was, of course, impossible to watch a young teenager every moment of the day, and what free time she had she used to great advantage.
Aimee was allowed to attend parties with children her own age, if she was chaperoned and closely watched. It was this way that Aimee met boys and could see boys she already knew. Most of the boys, of course, remembered the things she used to do, and they were continually trying to get her away from the watchful eye of the adult responsible for her. They were successful many times, and when they were, it was almost instant fellatio with Aimee. She had developed a penchant for this that overcame that of exhibiting herself.
When Aimee was fifteen years old her parents had relaxed their tight control over her, feeling that she was more able to handle herself and restrain her unacceptable sexual actions. With this mistaken idea in mind they allowed her to attend a certain party, a birthday party, of one of her girlfriends.
The party was in the evening and there were to be four boys and four girls, including Aimee, and the girl's mother was to be in attendance. In actuality there were four boys, as stipulated, but only two other girls besides Aimee. The mother, it seems, had her own party to attend and had departed earlier in the evening. In fact, the whole situation was set up for Aimee.
The two girls, the one giving the party and her girlfriend, were considered whores by their peers of the junior high set. They had the reputation of being willing to have intercourse with any and all boys. One evening, while on a wild, sexual double date with two of the boys invited to the birthday party, the four of them had decided it would be a ball to get Aimee to "do her thing" with the boys. The party was set up and two more boys were invited.
After Aimee's parents dropped her off at the party and left, the ceremonies began. It started with the usual Pepsi and cake, discussions of their problems of today, and, of course, the opening of the gifts. Soon the dancing began, and it quickly progressed to the groping of each other's bodies. After a while the necking began, and as all the kids were getting sexually aroused, one of the extra boys told Aimee he wanted to marry her.
This had been a favorite way of starting Aimee off. She would immediately get on the floor and beg the boy to marry her, while reaching between his legs and grabbing his penis. After the boy made his proposition he unzipped his pants and released his rigid organ. Aimee was on it in no time, sucking away. The other boys all pulled out their penises and masturbated while awaiting their turns. Finally the other girls took over the job on their boyfriends, manipulating their organs for them, until Aimee was ready for them.
This was Aimee's last party. When her parents got home, they discovered in their car the present Aimee was to have given to the girl, so they drove back to the party and walked in on Aimee during her second go-around of fellatio. All the boys had their penises out, and the girls were half-undressed. It was a sickening sight to Aimee's parents, and the next week they placed Aimee in an institution.
There is little that can be added to Aimee's story. She has the mind of a girl approximately eight years old. It is doubtful whether she will ever progress mentally. She may have had the opportunity to advance, had her parents placed her in a therapeutic community at age eleven, when her deficiency was first discovered.
CASE HISTORY:
Linda
Linda was twenty-nine years old when her career of exhibitionism came to an end. She was arrested in her home for lewd conduct. Several of her neighbors had reported her when they discovered she was exhibiting herself to their fifteen-and sixteen-year-old sons in her own home. The boys were friends of Linda's sixteen-year-old daughter, who, according to the record, was involved but not charged. When the facts were known her daughter, Chris, was taken away from her by the state and placed in a home for girls.
I was contacted by her attorney to act as a consultant, in the hope that my information and conclusions would be of some help in her trial. Following are those parts of my various interviews with Linda that I consider germane to our subject, exhibitionism.
Q. Tell me, Linda, just what did you do to get into trouble?
A. Messing around with those young boys, I guess.
Q. What do you mean, messing around?
A. Well ... I had them in the house and...
Q. Yes-go on, Linda. I'm on your side, remember? You can tell me everything.
A. Well, these three boys were friends of my daughter's and I had them in the house....
Q. How old were the boys, Linda?
A. Two of them were sixteen and one was fifteen, I think.
Q. All right, how did you get them into your house, or did your daughter bring them in?
A. She actually brought them in, but I guess I talked her into it.
Q. Did you tell her to bring them in, and was this the first time?
A. They were there, what difference does it make?
Q. Calm down, Linda. Everything is all right.
Why don't you tell me what happened while they were in the house?
A. Well, Chris brought them in, and they were sitting in the front room drinking pop and eating popcorn when I came home from work.
Chris said, "Hi," when I came in the door, and I said, "Hi," in return. I was looking at these three beautiful young guys she had with her. I've always had a thing for young boys, for some reason. Anyway I went to the kitchen and got myself a beer and joined them in the front room.
The boys seemed a little embarrassed, so I started asking them questions. "Do you boys live around here?" They said they did live nearby.
I don't understand why I have to go into all of this.
Q. Linda, your attorney is trying to do the best he knows how to defend you. You are paying him to do a job, and that's what he is trying to do. You are charged with a very serious thing, lewd behavior with minor children, and if I were you I would cooperate. Not a word of what you tell me will go any further than your lawyer, I give you my word!
After talking with her a while longer, I convinced Linda that she could trust me explicitly. I then ask her to continue with her narrative and tell me exactly what took place in her house that fateful day.
"Well, I talked with the boys awhile, and they finally relaxed and started to enjoy themselves. Then I asked them if they would like to see some real wild magazines. They were really eager for that, so I dug out some nudist magazines I had stashed away and gave them to them.
"Chris was wise to what I was doing, but she acted like she had never seen them.
"While they were looking at the books I said I would get some more better ones and went into the bedroom. Once in the bedroom I adjusted the door so it was only open about three inches, turned on all the lights, and started to undress.
"After I was naked I moved a chair to the far side of the room just opposite the door. If anyone stood in the hallway, in front of the door, they could see the chair completely. I then sat on the chair and started to masturbate. I sat with my feet flat on the chair and faced the door-that way if you looked in you could look right up my genitals. I didn't stick my finger into it, I just rubbed my clitoris, on top.
"The stage was set, so I coughed a few time. That was a signal to Chris.
"When Chris heard my cough she told the boys she wondered why I was taking so long and that maybe they should go see what happened. The boys agreed and followed her to the hallway.
"The first thing they saw was the partly opened door, and walking toward it they could see me immediately. Of course, they stopped dead in their tracks when they saw a nude woman playing with herself, through the door.
"I could hear them making comments and chuckling, so I knew they were watching me. For some reason that really turns me on when I know some boys are watching me finger my hole. I started going faster and faster, and in no time I reached an orgasm. I just put my feet down on the floor and sort of collapsed. When I did that I could hear them running back to the front room.
"After calming down a bit I put on a robe and walked through the front room and on into the kitchen. I decided I needed another beer after the exciting experience I just had.
"I took my beer and sat in a chair in front of the boys sitting on the couch, and I was very careless with my robe as I did so. I could see the boys blushing, and looking between their legs F could see bulges they couldn't hide. Knowing they were erected from seeing me, I started to get turned on again!
"I just sat there eating popcorn talking with them for a while, and Chris was very much alive in the conversation. Finally I managed to swing the talk around to a sexual vein. I asked them about their girlfriends and whether they had ever seen a girl without her clothes on. They started to blush again, and I was having a ball watching their nervousness.
"Then I dropped the bombshell-I told them I knew they had peeked in on me when I was in the bedroom! I said, 'Don't be upset. I didn't mind you looking at me. Would you like to see more?'
"They didn't answer, and I thought that any boy would like to look at a naked woman. How wrong I was!
"I stood up and opened my robe, exposing my lush, full body in all its splendor. Their response was unbelievable! They jumped up and ran right out the front door!
"Well, one boy started asking his father about women, and he finally told him about the incident at my house. His father called the other boys' parents, and they all called the police, and here I am!"
Linda was a well proportioned, young-looking twenty-nine-year-old brunette. She came from an upper-middle-class family, and she was well educated and quite sophisticated. Her father was a hardworking manufacturer's representative and he was generous in his support of his family, which consisted of his wife, his daughter, Linda, and his son, Larry, who was one year older than Linda. Linda did quite well in school, graduating from high at the age of seventeen, immediately after which she married. I was later to discover that it was a marriage of necessity rather than love, since she was pregnant at the time.
The next interview I present concerns her earlier sex life and experiences. I have eliminated much of the superfluous information and dialogue, leaving the pertinent facts and incidents.
Linda had a more or less normal sex growth until the age of thirteen. She had started to masturbate at that age and did have an encounter with an older boy prior to the following incident. She describes this incident in this narrative, however.
"I remember the boy who lived in the apartment next to us, when I was thirteen years old. His name was Jeff, and he was fifteen years old. He was a handsome boy, with a deep suntan. His body was well developed, since he enjoyed physical exercise and all the sports. He used to do pushups and things out in the backyard, and I used to watch him. I think I was smitten with puppy love, because I really liked him. He didn't run me off like the other boys; he was just a nice kid.
"He had a friend named Luis, who was half-Mexican. He was as good-looking as Jeff, but in a different way. He was shorter and had a nice olive-colored, smooth skin and black hair. He was as athletic as Jeff; in fact, they played in all the sports together.
"Luis used to come over to Jeff's house every day to play with him. Jeff's mother had passed away and his father would let them do just about anything. Jeff's father didn't get home from work until about five o'clock in the evening, so they had a few hours to mess around.
"This one afternoon I heard them laughing in the bedroom when I walked by the open window. There was some boxes under the window, so I climbed up to peek in on them. I really saw a show!
"They used to wrestle with each other all the time, and that's what they were doing when I looked in the window. The only difference was they were in their undershorts! Just as I looked in Luis said, "OK, down with the shorts!'
"As I watched they pulled off their shorts and were on the bed stark naked. Up to this time I had only had glimpses of my brother's genitals, so this was extremely interesting to me.
"Luis was exceptionally endowed in the physical area that separates the boys from the girls, and I really scrutinized his large organ as it started to grow larger. I remember noticing how big his ball bag was and how it hung down so far. Jeff was built just about the same way.
"Both of their things were getting bigger, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Then they started to look at some magazines, and as they did they started pulling up and down on their stiff organs. Then I heard Luis say, 'Let me play with yours and you can play with mine, Jeff.'
"Jeff said, 'Boss,' and they grabbed each other's penises.
"I watched them for a while, and when I saw the way their balls were bouncing up and down with each stroke I started to giggle.
"Luis looked up and saw my rosy face peering in the window, between the half-drawn Venetian blind.
"I remember thinking what strange creatures boys are. I had seen my brother's thing but it just hung down and it was nowhere the size of these. I remembered that I had seen hard ones before, but that was a long time ago. Unconsciously my hand had gone between my legs and started to rub the little button on top of my hole, and it felt so good it made me giggle.
" 'Linda, you shouldn't be watching us,' said Jeff. 'Go away.'
" 'Can't I come in and play with you guys?' I asked. " 'No, go away,' said Luis.
" 'I'll tell on you if you don't let me come in,' I threatened.
"They decided that I meant business, so Jeff jumped out of bed and headed for the door. As soon as he opened it I pushed right in and in so doing I brushed against his erect penis.
"Luis had joined us at the door, and I just stood there staring in wide-eyed fascination at the two beautiful, naked boys.
" 'Come on, let's go back into the bedroom,' Luis said excitedly. We did, and we all jumped into the king-size bed.
"Even at that young age I felt a sort of satisfaction and confidence being alone with these two handsome, naked boys. I began to get a peculiar feeling between my legs.
" 'Come on, Linda, you gotta take your clothes off too,' said Luis. T want to see what you look like.'
"I stood up on the bed and took off my blouse. The boys really stared at my small, cherry-size titties. Their organs stiffened at the sight. Then I pushed my shorts down and stood there in my panties.
" 'Haven't you guys ever seen a naked girl before?' I asked, rubbing my hands over my breasts.
" 'No,' the boys answered in unison.
"This excited me all the more. Then I got an idea.
" 'You guys will have to take off my panties if you want them off,' I said.
"With that they boys grabbed me and threw me down onto the bed. It was great fun, the boys trying to touch my little titties, and I had no difficulty in touching their dicks and balls. In fact, they were unaware I was doing it. Finally Luis was playing with my breasts and I grasped his dick in my hand. Jeff, meanwhile, was pulling off my panties.
"A hot surge pulsed through my body when I realized I was totally nude and that a boy was scrutinizing my pink lips of young womanhood.
"Jeff was enthralled, and he just stared between my thighs. I lifted one leg and then the other and spread my knees far apart, affording Jeff a full view.
"Luis straddled my chest and his balls were flowing between my tits. I reached out and started to fondle his king-size, fifteen-year-old cock and testicles. I was lifting up his ball bag and letting it drop onto my nipples. I had never played with such large balls, and I could feel the heat generated by his stiff, pulsating manhood.
"Taking advantage of our preoccupation, Jeff started exploring. He reached out and touched my rosy lips with the inborn fascination all males have for the female genitals. He separated the lips, and I knew he could see my well-moistened inner lips and passageway.
"I certainly wasn't unaware of Jeff's exploration with his hands and fingers, and I began to feel an urge and sensation that I had never realized in the past. I felt certain things and feelings when I used my finger there but never anything as intense as this. It caused me to squirm and twist around on the bed.
" 'Did you ever see anything like this, Luis?' Jeff asked.
"Luis climbed off my chest and moved down to where Jeff was playing. His reaction was same as Jeff's. Both of them gripped their cocks and started going up and down on their hardness.
" 'Do you guys like what you see?' I asked.
" 'Boy, it's boss!' Luis said excitedly, and Jeff agreed.
"Suddenly I sat up and said, 'Come on, you guys, sit up here at the end of the bed with me so I can look at you, too.' They complied and moved up with me.
" 'Gee, you boys sure have big ones, even bigger than either of my brothers. Can I touch them?' I asked.
"Luis looked at Jeff and said, 'Do you think it would be all right, Jeff?'
" 'I guess so,' Jeff answered. 'I'll let her if you will. I've never had a girl touch mine before!' Luis said he hadn't either.
"While they were talking they were looking at my body and pumping away on their dicks, and I asked, 'Why do you boys do that? Does it feel good?'
"Together they answered, 'Yeah.'
" 'Can girls do it?' asked Luis.
" 'Girls don't have nice things to hold in their hands like boys, you know that! It feels good when we rub our holes, though,' I answered.
" 'How do you do that?' asked Luis.
" 'I'll show you,' I said, feeling important since I was the center of attraction with these boys, and their interest in me was so strong. Until then I always thought that boys had no interest in girls, but I sure found out otherwise! I was having sensual feelings throughout my body that you wouldn't believe. My young sex opening was wet with arousal. I eagerly put my feet on the bed, as I had done when Jeff was down looking at my genitals, and spread my legs apart. Then I put my middle finger on my moist lips and started rubbing up and down, finally pressing my finger in and out of the top of the lips, sliding it over my clitoris.
"When my clitoris was erected I spread my lips open and said, 'See this little thing sticking up? Well that little bump is what feels so good when I rub it. I started massaging it again and the boys were really jacking their things wildly. They were watching me and I was watching them and we were all going to town on ourselves. I think I came very close to my first orgasm in those few moments.
"Suddenly, I broke the spell and the rhythm of our actions when I stopped abruptly and asked, 'Why don't you guys let me play with your things?'
"They stopped and sat there panting for a few seconds; then Luis said, 'OK, go ahead,' and dropped his hand from his rod.
"Now it was my turn to investigate a cock. I moved around to where I was close to his red, engorged instrument and my eyes devoured every detail. Slowly I reached out and touched the heart-shaped head and it jumped on contact. His stomach muscles tightened when I ran my ringers down the length of the thick shaft and over his balls. I cupped his bag of balls in my hand and rolled the balls back and forth in their container. Then I moved my hand up and clasped his cock with it. I can't begin to describe the feel of a big, hot cock that's so hard it seems as if the skin is going to pop around its head.
" 'Boy!' I exclaimed. 'Nothing feels as good as a dick and balls. I wish I had the same equipment to play with! It's so beautiful and smooth, Luis. It's the nicest one I've ever seen!'
" 'You mean you've seen other dicks?' he asked.
" 'Welllll ... I've seen some, but they were smaller,' I replied.
"They were both interested now. The attention was again mine. Luis asked me who I saw.
"I see my seventeen-year-old brother a lot,' I told him. 'He walks around a lot without his clothes on, and he doesn't seem to care if I see him. One time, when I walked into his room, he was standing, naked, with his back to me. I started to leave quick, but he heard me and turned around. "What's the matter, Sis?" he said. "I don't care if you see me. What do you think of this?" He put his hand under his balls and lifted everything up. It was the first good look at a boy's thing I ever had. Another time I caught him playing with it and he even asked me if I wanted to touch it. I did, and it was very exciting to me. I really could look at it then. He has a nice one but it's not nearly as big as yours, Luis, or yours either, Jeff.'
" 'Why don't you jack off both of us, Linda?' asked Jeff.
"I didn't know what he meant and I told him so.
" 'You know, pump your hand up and down on our pricks.'
"So I started masturbating both boys.
"Suddenly Luis started to squirm and twist on the bed. I couldn't figure out what was happening; in fact, I thought I was hurting him, so I stopped.
" 'Please don't ... don't ... stop, Linda, do it!' he panted.
"So I got hold of it again, ignoring Jeff, and started jacking like hell.
" T think I'm going to shoot something out,' he said quickly.
"I didn't know what was going to happen, but I wanted to get a good look so I moved between his legs, never stopping my action on his cock. I put my face close to his hot organ and increased my pumping action, enjoying the way his balls were springing and bouncing.
" T want to see too,' said Jeff, as he reached out and started to fondle Luis's testicles.
"Luis was totally unaware of anything around him; in fact, he appeared to be on the verge of fainting. He just lay on his back, arms flung wide, groaning, panting, and squirming.
"In a short while he started muttering things like, 'Don't stop ... it's driving me nuts ... oh man ... don't ... stop ... it's ... come ... coming.'
"I was working intently and I began to feel the organ pulsating, expanding and contracting, as the blood surged in and out of it. I could feel a sensual excitement travel through my own body as I enjoyed this new experience.
"Then Luis emitted a loud, low groan, and out spurted his sperm!
"The first eruption shot right into my face, and then there were ten or fifteen smaller squirts that followed. I just sat there staring in awe, still gripping the wet penis, his come trickling onto my hand and dripping off my face.
"That scene was very enlightening to a young girl such as myself. I know knew the function of the male penis, as far as sex was concerned. I never forgot that afternoon, and I never will!
"Finally, when I came to my senses, I said, 'I'll get some toilet paper, Luis, and clean up the mess,' and I climbed off the bed. Both boys watched my pink bottom as I walked to the bathroom. I knew it was cute because I'd looked in my mirror at home. I had nice dimples in each cheek that were very pronounced when I walked. When I came back into the room they watched my little tits bounce and vibrate.
"I proceeded to gently wipe the spendings from Luis's penis, balls, and hair. Watching me walking, and my handling of his cock, had caused it to start growing again. It amused me and I was flattered that I could do this.
"Meanwhile Jeff was behind me investigating my rear. That kid should have been a doctor! He spread the cheeks of my ass open so he could see my tiny rectum hole. He poked a finger in it and that made me jump.
" 'Stop that, Jeff!' I said angrily.
" 'I was only looking,' he said, sounding a little hurt.
"After cleaning up the mess I stood up on the bed. Their eyes were all over my body, and their cocks were really on the rise. They were looking at me so intensely I decided to give them a show. I jumped to the floor and started dancing around the room, rubbing my titties and the rest of my body.
"I was beginning to sense the sexual power of a woman as I watched the boys pumping away on their cocks while they watched my movements. It delighted me to know that I could create so much desire in boys.
" 'You sure have a pretty butt, Linda,' Jeff said, so I turned my back to them and bent way over and looked at them from between my legs. I had done this in front of my mirror, so I knew they could see my anus and my open sex hole. I straightened up and turned around. They continued to whip their meat, staring at my pink lips, partly open from excitement, and at the hint of hair above my lips.
" 'Do you guys like me?' I asked coyly.
"They both answered yes, and Jeff told me to get back on the bed. I climbed between them while they continued to jack off.
"They started going all over my body looking at every wrinkle and crevice. Finally they each tried to get their dicks into me, but I squirmed too much, teasing, so they just beat their cocks until they shot, and then I went home.
"Boys that age will always show the interest that these boys showed, and I have never had a mature man show the same wild, fascinated interest. I guess that's why I always pick young ones!"
Q. Did you start to exhibit yourself after that?
A. No, I never really thought too much about it. I had a few other encounters with boys, playing around like I did with Jeff and Luis. Each time I did this, though, I guess the idea that my body could turn a boy on grew stronger, and I enjoyed it more.
Q. Can you remember the first occasion when you purposely exposed your body to a person or persons, with that intent in mind?
A. I don't think I really can. ... Wait a minute, yes I believe I do remember the first time.
Q. Why don't you tell me about, Linda? I consider it a very important piece in the puzzle of your sexual problem. Just relate it to me in your own words.
"Well, I was sixteen at the time. We lived in an apartment on the second floor. The building next door was, ah, about ten feet away. Our bathroom was exactly adjacent to the one next door, I even think the windows, which went just about to the floor, were the same size. Both bathtubs were right in front of the windows. I wonder why they always put bathtubs right in front of the window. Anyway I was taking a bath one night when I heard someone next door running water into their tub. It was a hot summer night and the windows were open, that's how I could hear the water. I heard this noise and out of natural curiosity, I peeked out of the side of the shade.
"What I saw startled me for a second, but then it started to interest me. Right in front of my eyes was a beautiful specimen of young manhood, about sixteen, in his shorts bending over the tub, adjusting the water. I guess he forgot to pull down the shade! There were thin curtains over the window but I could still see him clearly.
"After he got the water adjusted and running he left the room. I don't know what came over me, but something clicked in my mind and I started acting immediately. I wondered what his dick would look like if I got it hard, so I lifted my shade and stood there in the tub waiting for him to come back. Then the idea hit me that me might chicken out if he saw me right away so I stepped out of the tub and turned the light off. I stood out of the tub waiting.
"Sure enough, in a little while he came back, without his shorts on! I couldn't have asked for more. He had a good-looking piece of meat hanging between his hairy legs, and a nice full bag of balls rolling beneath it.
"He bent over the tub and turned the water off and then went over to the toilet. This excited me because I had hardly ever watched a guy urinate. He grabbed his limp dick in his hand and peed a big stream, shook it a bit and then climbed into the tub.
"I know it sounds silly but I did enjoy watching him go to the toilet, it looked so masculine.
"After he was in the tub I decided what I was going to do. I waited until he was settled in the tub, in fact he just sat relaxing for a while, and I turned the light on. My light going on suddenly caught his eye immediately, of course. Without looking toward his window directly I walked over to the mirror on the medicine cabinet and acted like I was looking at my face. I opened the cabinet door a little bit and at the right angle I could see into the other bathroom.
He was looking right at me! The minute I saw that I felt a shock between my legs, and my nipples stiffened right up!
"Still not looking at his window I walked to the tub and climbed in. Now we were sitting side by side ten feet apart! I knew he could see my tits, so I took my washrag and started to soap them. I was getting so hot I could hardly sit still! Finally I put one hand on my pussy and soaped my titties with the other. I had quite a pair of breasts for thirteen. My nipples were the outstanding thing. They are large, and when they get hard they really protrude. Those who have seen them have told me that they are pretty darn sexy.
"I could see his left arm going back and forth but his hand was down in the tub. I didn't need a telegram to tell me what he was doing! I realized that I had heated him up to the point of jacking off, and I thought, what a sexy gal you are, Linda.
"I stood up then, and looking out of the corner of my eye I could see right into his tub. There was his big cock sticking out of the water, and he was really beating it to death!
"I picked up the soap and started to soap my body, from my titties to .my knees, stopping a long time between my legs. I turned around so he could see my butt and then put the soap between the cheeks, and I could feel my cheeks shaking as I pumped the soap in and out. Then I turned around again, sort of at an angle, so he could see most of the front of me, and without the soap started rubbing my pussy.
"I glanced out of the corner of my eye again, and I could see his hand going faster and faster on his swelled member. As I watched him it happened. His cock erupted into the air and he groaned like a dying man. He sure shot a big load!
My nude body had made him demonstrate the beautiful function of the male animal, and I was so hot I sat down, rinsed myself off, got out of the tub, dried, and practically ran to my bed. Once in bed I masturbated until I was weak. I bet I came five times before I stopped and went to sleep."
That incident seems to have been the awakening of Linda's desire to exhibit herself. Her escapades increased from that time on. Her story from this point is, you might say, only typical of the exhibitionistic group to which she belongs, until she involved her daughter in her exploits when the girl was eleven years old.
Linda had managed to keep her daughter clear of any of her sexual endeavors until a certain day when her daughter brought home a fourteen-year-old boy. I will use Linda's transcript to present the incident to you in her own words.
"I was in the kitchen, cleaning up the dinner dishes, when Cris came bursting into the house with her new friend. He was a nice-looking boy named Ian. She introduced us, and they went into the front room to watch television.
"I had been exhibiting myself for quite a few years, prior to that evening; in fact, you could seriously call me a professional exhibitionist. But one thing I always made certain of was that Cris was never involved. Actually, she didn't even know about my actions.
"I had this continual desire to exhibit myself and if I didn't do it for an extended period of time I almost went crazy with desire. I was in that condition when Cris brought this well-built, handsome young man home. He turned me on the moment I saw him. I just about dropped several dishes I was washing, I was so shook up.
Finally something happened inside me and I lost all control, and I abandoned all precaution. Rushing into the bedroom, I stripped myself naked and put on a sort of mini-shift. It was quite thin, and if you had any light behind you, you showed off your body. I then walked back into the living room, very nonchalant, and sat across from the two children. They were drinking lemonade and asked me if I wanted some. I said no, but that gave me an idea, so I got a beer from the fridge. I had been drinking beer all evening, and I guess I wasn't feeling any pain-all I was feeling was a hot box!
"I started talking to Ian about how many girlfriends he had, and that sort of thing, until I finally led up to the sex bit. Cris seemed a little disturbed but, surprisingly, not as much as I would have suspected, so I continued this line of discussion.
"After my second can of beer I brazenly asked him if he had ever seen a naked girl. He blushed a little but didn't seem too upset. Finally I said, 'Why don't you answer me, Ian?'
" 'Well ... yes, I've seen a naked girl,' he answered hesitantly.
He told me it was his little sister, and that made me feel more excited because I was afraid he had been doing things with older girls and that would spoil it for me, a little bit.
"After a while we got down to the nitty gritty. While I was talking to him I had allowed my shift to shift, up my legs, that is. He could see right up my twat, and he was really looking! I spread my legs so he could get a real good look. Then my eyes happened to shift to Cris and I was really startled when I saw that she too had allowed her miniskirt to crawl up to her waist, practically. Poor Ian didn't know which way to look.
"We talked and fooled around like that for about a half hour and I could see the bulge, larger than I expected to see on a fourteen-year-old, in his crotch, and I just stood up and asked him if he would like to see a naked woman!
"He said yes so loud it startled me. I told him to sit still a minute and told Cris to follow me. We went into the bedroom and I started talking to Cris. I told her that I wanted to show her how to handle a boy and also what sex was about. I had peeked in on her in her bedroom and caught her masturbating several times, so I knew she had things on her mind. She was all for it, so I told her to take all of her clothes of and put on a robe. I did the same, and we went back into the living room with Ian.
"After some more conversation, it ended up with Cris and myself taking off the robes and we finally talked Ian into taking his clothes off! What a boy! He had a dick bigger than most men! Anyway we all felt each other's bodies, and then I let Ian screw me, with Cris watching.
"I was very much ashamed about what I had done, but it was done and there wasn't anything I could do about it. From that time on, though, Cris and I worked together. She would get the boys to the house and then we would go to work on them.
"One thing I am sorry for, though, and that is I let one of the boys screw her, a while back. I guess I was so drunk I didn't really realize what was going on. She says she asked me if it was all right and that I told her yes, but I was so busy screwing another boy I just don't remember.
"Anyway, we lived like that for about a year until I got caught, and here I am, at the mercy of the court. I guess I deserve everything that's coming to me. I do feel ashamed and I certainly wish I could have had help before things went this far."
It's obvious that alcohol was one of Linda's major problems but not the problem, by any means. It has always been my contention that the problem is not the drinking, but that people usually drink because of the problem!
Linda's sexual preoccupation with adolescent boys is a digression to early childhood. As I stated earlier in this case, Linda became pregnant and was forced to marry, so love never actually entered into her life. She wasn't the most beautiful girl around; in fact, she tended to be a bit homely. All these factors, and some not mentioned, forced her to seek acceptance in younger boys, since she felt very inadequate as far as mature males were concerned. She had learned at an early age that she could attract a boy by exposing herself, so she reverted to this tactic to satisfy her desire to be wanted.
It is encouraging that she is aware that she has a problem and that something should be done about it, and also that she is remorseful. With proper therapy I am convinced that she can become an acceptable, "normal" acting person in our society.
CASE HISTORY:
Stacy
"I guess I been showing my ass off since I was about fifteen years old. That was the first time I got what I wanted from letting someone see my naked body. I had sex before that but I like a certain thing, and that's what I'm always looking for. Now that I know how to do it I get just what I want!
"It all started at about the age when it starts with everybody, I guess. I read all these stories about how things started in people's sex lives and it seems they always start around eleven or twelve years old. I guess that's pretty true to nature, but I started a little before that. I shouldn't say I started, but that I was started by somebody.
"Every summer vacation I used to go to my cousin's house in the country. Since I didn't have a father, he died, my mother thought it was best to send me to my cousin's for the summer. Little did she know what went on there between my cousin and myself!
"Getting back to when it started, I was eleven, as I said, and I had been at my cousin's that year about three days when the first thing happened. I should tell you that my cousin is two years older than I am, so that would make her about thirteen. Anyway, after we played around a few hours after dinner we went up to go to bed. While we were getting undressed I realized, for the first time, what a great body my cousin had. Her name was Kip, by the way. Kip had a really well-developed body for thirteen. I had little bumps for beginnings in the tittie department but she had two handfuls, at least my two hands would be filled. I was very jealous of her pertly nippled breasts, and I would rub my hands over my rubbery points and wish I would wake up in the morning with a pair like Kip's.
"Then we come to the hair department. I think every girl I know, or did know at that age, wants to have a nice crop of hair on their pussy. I know I did. Kip, damn her hide, had a gorgeous offering of curly brown hair. It wasn't all over but mostly at the top of her lips with a little line going down on each side of her pussy. I could still see her sex lips quite plainly. All I had was a mere whisper of what was to come.
"If I was talking to you at that time I would also have mentioned her ass. It was one of the cutest I have ever seen, even to this day. There are round asses, full asses, fat asses, which I think are obnoxious, flat asses, pointed asses, and then there was Kip's ass! The only way I can describe her ass would be to say that it protruded, yes that's the word, protrude. I bet you could set a drink on top of her ass, while she was standing up, without any trouble. When she walked it was a production. Her cheeks were not fat but just full enough to be feminine rather than masculine. A guy has a small, round ass, with solid cheeks, so that when he walks there's not much movement. When Kip walked it was something to remember, especially when she was naked. I swear, when she walked one cheek would move up four inches and then drop when the other cheek went up as she stepped forward.
"I had a pretty good ass at that time, it's more like hers now, but at that time it was more like the boys' of my same age. I hadn't developed the adolescent fatty tissue yet, but it was pliant and nice to look at. I used to look at it in the mirror, and squeeze it and bounce it around.
"Anyway, to get back to that night, we got undressed and put our nightgowns on and climbed into the double bed. Kip's folks had bought the bed after I started spending the summers there. I usually went to sleep right away, but for some reason this night I didn't. After about fifteen minutes I began to hear sounds from the other side of the bed. It was kind of wet sounds, like you make when you open and shut your mouth and let your tongue drop from the roof of your mouth.
"I was really curious to know what my cousin was doing. I pretended I was asleep by breathing deeply, and I slowly turned my head toward Kip. I didn't know what to expect but I never expected to see what I saw, that's for sure.
"Kip had her gown pulled up around her neck and she was rubbing herself all over. One hand finally started caressing her breasts, going from one to the other, and her other hand was down between her legs. Thank god for the moon because it was shining through the window, right on Kip's legs. I could see what she was doing with her hand as clear as watching a movie.
"I had started playing with myself by that time, and I enjoyed rubbing my pussy, but I found out I didn't know anything about it, as I watched Kip! She would alternately stick her finger into her cunt and then rub around the top of her pussy. Pretty soon she just rubbed up and down over the top of her cunt. I had found out myself that there was a little protuberance there, at the top, that got like a hard little bump, but I never knew it was as good as she was showing me. In fact I reached down to my own bump and rubbed it. I began to get a new feeling from it, so I kept it up, quietly, while I watched Kip.
"Suddenly Kip stopped rubbing herself and glanced over at me. I stopped what I was doing and tried to act like I was asleep. She called my name out in a loud whisper, 'Stacy, are you awake?' I just lay there doing my deep-breathing bit, hoping it would convince her.
"I guess it did, because she called me once more, then moved over next to me. I wasn't ready for what she did next, believe me! First she put a hand on my tittie bumps and when I didn't appear to wake up she started to rub both of them. I was really getting turned on, and then she put one hand down on my thigh. Wow! That really started something inside me!
"She started to caress me along my thighs until I thought I would scream. I held it back though, because I wanted to find out what she had in mind. She slowly worked her way up to my pussy. By this time I wanted to scream at her to put her hand on my pussy and grab it. Believe it or not, she did put her hand on my pussy. She didn't grab it but just started moving her hand up and down the length of my slot. It was all good, but when she hit my clitoris I couldn't stop myself from lifting up off the bed. Realizing this she started to concentrate on that button. I swear, if you could get your finger on that spot on a nun she would throw off her cloth and be yours for the night! It just proves that we are really animals when you get right down to it.
"Anyway, she played with my clit for a while, so long that I was losing all control. I didn't want her to know that I was really awake, because I was afraid that she would quit. Fortunately, she got down to business before I did anything.
"She gently moved my legs apart and I could feel her eyes looking at my sexed-up, open pussy; then she got between my legs. I didn't know what was coming, but I sure hoped it was coming soon. It was coming-or I should say I was coming sooner than I thought.
"After looking at my cunt for a few minutes and touching it here and there, she bent down between my legs and put her mouth right on my pussy! I couldn't stop my body from lifting right off the bed. I raised up and my ass cheeks were simply quivering.
She darted her tongue into my slit and that did it! I shook all over and groaned at the same time!
"I guess she was too carried away herself to realize that I must be awake to respond the way I did, and she just continued her actions. When her tongue went into me down there it was as if all my blood was being sucked out that hole between my legs. And when she licked my clit it felt as if all the blood in my legs and my stomach was being pumped out of my cunt. It felt as if everything in my body was being drained out of that one orifice. The only part of my body that I was conscious of was my cunt!
"I finally started to exhibit my feelings with groans and sighs. She knew now that I was awake but she was so far gone it didn't make any difference to her. I just laid back and enjoyed the whole thing.
"Finally, I started arriving at my climax. Instinctively she must have known this because she put a finger into my anus just as I came. It was a glorious feeling, one that I shall always remember. I've had dicks as recently as yesterday, but nothing compares to the feeling I had when I came on the end of Kip's tongue, Wow!
"I was exhausted from my very first come and Kip seemed to be pretty well spent. I just rolled over and started to go to sleep and Kip did the same. There was never a word spoken during the whole scene. I played my part as well as she did.
"In the morning we acted as if nothing had taken place, at least I did. Kip kept looking at me with a funny look in her eye. I think she was wondering if I was really awake that night. I didn't know whether to let her know or not. I finally decided to let it go as it was, let her wonder!
"That day we went over to one of her boyfriends' house. He was a very dashing, good-looking guy about fourteen. He really appealed to me. I had put on a semi-miniskirt that morning, with nothing underneath, and boy did I have fun with Kip's boyfriend!
"We were sitting in the front yard of his house, on the grass, talking about really nothing, but I lifted my legs every once in a while and he could look right up my cunt! I could tell he was getting turned on, by the bulge in his lap. Every chance I got I'd lift one leg or the other, it was wild!
"I think Kip was catching on, because she suggested that we take a walk. I thought it was a good idea and agreed with her. I figured that we would get to a place where I could really show myself off to him. I was right!
"We walked over a few hills until we came to a stream. It was a small stream, sort of like a creek. We all sat down beside it. They knew the place but of course I didn't, and I was trying to figure out how I was going to seduce Kip's boyfriend.
"Suddenly I had an idea. I would go wading. If I went wading I could lift up my dress, such as it was, and 'accidentally' lift it too high or fall in the stream. I elected to fall into the stream. I started walking along the bank of the stream and then I walked out to the middle. The deepest part wasn't up to my knees and there were some rocks spread around. I acted like I slipped on a rock, fell backwards, and throwing my legs into the air I landed in the water on my back.
"I put on a good show, struggling in the water, and it really looked like I was in trouble. Jim, that was her friend's name, pulled off his shoes and ran into the water to help me. When he got to me he really had a sight to behold! I was lying on my back, my legs spread apart, and my dress up to my waist. He could see the curved, full lips of my pussy clearly, submerged under but a few inches of water!
"He grabbed me by the arms and pulled me up; then he bent down and threw me over his shoulder with my head hanging down his back. He automatically put his hand on my butt to hold me as he walked, and of course, he put his hand on my bare butt because my wet dress was still sticking up around my waist. At first he pulled his hand back, but then he put it back on my ass, much to my pleasure. In fact, he kind of squeezed my cheeks as he carried me to the bank of the stream.
"Jim laid me down on the grass and I acted like I was half-faint, and didn't move. I could feel his eyes on my pussy, and it finally made me open my legs a little bit so he could see it better. I thought Kip would make a move to pull my dress down, or do something, but she didn't make a move. Maybe she was enjoying it as much as Jim!
"I struggled to a sitting position and pulled my dress down as if I just realized it was above my sex box. Then Kip said, 'Stacy, you better take that wet dress off and let it dry before you catch cold.'
"That really shocked me. It was a hot day, and the sun was shining, so my dress would dry out quite rapidly, but the idea that she would suggest such a thing, with this guy sitting there, was too much. But you know, the more I thought about it the more the idea appealed to me. I was at an age where I could actually get away with more than a kid a few years older than me. I had the damnedest desire to stand naked in front of this boy, so I started taking it off.
"I asked Kip to unbutton the back, and then she had to help me lift the wet, soggy thing off. I had the greatest feeling of exultation, standing there in the warm sun, naked, with the warm breezes playing over my skin. I couldn't control my young self and started skipping and dancing around. My little tittie points hardened as the nipples erected. I rubbed my hands over them and it felt ever so good and transmitted a sensual thrill throughout my body.
"I finally calmed down and went back and sat in front of Jim. Boy, was he upset! His face was dark red and he was sweating like hell. Looking in his lap I could see the big rise in his pants, and that turned me on some more. I just sat there in all innocence, with my chin resting on my upraised knees. Of course, in this position he could see my open pussy, and he sure didn't miss the chance to look! After a while I casually lay down on my back with my pussy still facing him, and spread my legs.
"It was then that Kip said, 'Don't you think she's cute, Jim?'
" 'Yeah, I guess so,' Jim answered, sounding quite embarrassed. 'Don't you think she should cover herself up?' he added.
" 'Why, Jim, she's only a child,' Kip said, sort of teasingly. 'It doesn't bother you, does it?'
" 'Well, sort of,' Jim answered, and I could just feel the blush come onto his face.
"Rolling my head over a little bit I could see her move up next to Jim and put her arms around him. He immediately followed suit and right away they were in a big clinch, kissing like hell! As they kissed they eased back onto the grass and I could see Kip's legs opening and shutting, and I knew why, she was getting hotter'n hell. I was too, just watching them.
"At this point I raised up onto my elbows so I could watch better. By this time Jim had his hands on Kip's tits and was really massaging them. They were still kissing, only stopping a few seconds to catch their breath, and then their lips would lock together again. I looked down at Kip's legs, and would you believe, she hadn't worn any panties either!
"I sat all the way up when I saw her pussy winking at me, and she was so hot, her pussy lips were parted and I could see a slight glistening of moisture on them. Jim had put one hand on his cock and was rubbing up and down on it while he continued to play with Kip's tits with the other hand.
"Since they were totally unconcerned with my presence there I started to rub my own pussy. It felt so wonderful to rub it and watch the two of them in action. Then it began to dawn on me! She had me take my clothes off to turn Jim on so she could make out with him! At first, as young as I was, I began to feel like a female taken advantage of, but the more I thought about it the more I liked the idea that he saw my naked body. I started to rub myself faster and I wanted something but I didn't know what.
"Suddenly I realized I was transfixed by Kip's pussy! I couldn't pull my eyes away from her cunt.
The way it was opening and closing, it even seemed to be pulsating, I swear it! I got on my knees and crawled right between her legs and bent over to get a close look at her sexy, attractive hotbox.
"Her outer lips were wide open and her inner lips, they were such a pretty light rose color, seemed to be pushing out to the edge. I could even see her clitoris standing up like a small pencil eraser. Her complete cunt was nearly dripping with hot moisture. Then, while I was scrutinizing her wonderful equipment, she started lifting her butt off the ground and dropping back down. When she did this her lips would open wider and it was a fabulous sight!
"I don't know to this day what came over me, but when she started moving up and down it looked like her pussy was just begging for a kiss or something. I couldn't control myself and I bent down and put my mouth on it! My tongue automatically came out and started licking! Up and down her slit it traveled, lapping up the molten liquid her hole was producing.
"When my tongue made contact with her cunt she raised about a foot off the ground, and I could hear her groan with delight. That sound made me more eager, and I licked faster. I started slipping my tongue in and out of her slick, velvet orifice and then I licked my way to her clitoris. It was stiff and springy and when I lapped it the first time it seemed to grow larger and her whole body shook with pleasure. She started whimpering and groaning-so loud, in fact, that I realized she couldn't be kissing Jim any more. I lifted up a little and looked over at Jim, and it was a wild sight!
"Jim was on his knees, with his prick out, and he was jacking off like mad while watching us! I wanted to say something but I was too carried away with my action on Kip's cunt and I just stayed on my knees and went back to work on her. When I started on her again, after that little pause, she seemed more turned on than before! Her body just started squirming and twisting so much that I could hardly keep my tongue in her!
"There I was, my ass in the air, bent way over so that my pussy was protruding out from under my ass, licking away on Kip's lips, when suddenly I felt something on my cunt! It was the same sensation I had felt when Kip had licked my pussy the night before! I knew instantly that Jim was at my pussy with his tongue, and he really knew what he was about!
"I tried to continue my performance with Kip but the ecstatic, sensual thrill I was experiencing from Jim's tongue in my pussy was absolutely too much for me and I just dropped my head to the ground, dug my fingers into the ground, and let his sucking, licking mouth have its way in my cunt!
"Soon it was too much for me, and I dropped to the ground and rolled onto my back, spreading my young legs as wide as I could. I was now simulating Kip, moving my ass up and down with the excitement of his tongue sweeping across my tingling cunt.
"I don't remember too much from then on, but I do remember seeing Kip move down between Jim's legs and when I looked-down there she had his thin but long prick in her mouth, and her head was bobbing up and down and she seemed to be swallowing the whole length of it.
"He started lapping me faster and faster and when I finally had my orgasm he quivered and vibrated with me so I guess he had a come at the same time, in Kip's mouth! I never did know whether Kip experienced anything or not.
"After it was all over we just lay in the sun for a while and then got dressed and went home. I think it was that incident that developed my desire for having my pussy licked. That is about the only way I can really enjoy myself, sexually.
"Kip went down on me many times during that summer and I did it to her quite a bit too. We never fooled around with the boys very much, but we did a few times. I was only happy if they licked my pussy, though. I just didn't seem to have much desire for them to fuck me, though many of them tried to.
"As I grew older it didn't make much difference if it was a boy or a girl that did it to me. I used to exhibit myself to both sexes to get what I wanted. Most of the time I exhibited myself to the younger boys in the neighborhood because I knew I could talk them into licking my pussy. I like to eat pussy myself; in fact, I enjoy it quite a bit, as long as I get mine lapped. I sucked a few dicks but I don't like to have to swallow all of that junk that shoots out of them. Again, I'll do it if I have to, to get the guy to go down on me.
"I get all of my sex by exhibiting myself, either to males or females. I prefer females because I think they have more knowledge as far as satisfying another female, but I do meet guys that are extremely good. One thing I'm not very proud of, in fact I'm ashamed of, is I like to get young kids to teach my way of sex. They are always ready for it and they are eager to learn."
CASE HISTORY:
Jody
" ... and please try to help our daughter overcome this uncontrollable sexual problem that is destroying her."
Those were the pitiful last words in a letter I received from the parents of Jody M. Before I was able to contact these people and their daughter, Jody, disaster intervened. Jody, in her frightened, disturbed mind, decided to release herself from her difficulties and problems, and she chose the way so many of our young people are taking today. Jody destroyed herself with a lethal overdose of drugs.
I did not, however, lose interest in this unfortunate girl after her death. I visited her parents several times in the hope that we could reach some sort of conclusion as to the reasons why she did away with herself. The parents were very cooperative and discussed their daughter at length with me. The most important piece of information was, however, Jody's own document, her personal diary. Her parents had discovered these vital notes while going through her personal effects and had very generously allowed me to utilize the information contained therein. It is this record that gives us insight into Jody's aberration, and her sexual background and experience.
Had her parents, particularly her father, read this diary I am positive they would never allowed me to have it. This will become evident when you read certain portions of this record.
Following, then, are the important passages from this diary, mainly the sexual, which explain, in Jody's own words, the foundation and structure of her peculiar sexual drives.
June 10 Dear Diary:
I feel so grown up, having a diary of my own. Not many thirteen year old girls have one. I know none of my girlfriends do. I'm going to talk to you every night and tell you everything. I didn't think Mom would get you for me for my birthday, today, but she did and I'm so glad. I will talk to you tomorrow night, good night.
J
June 11 Dear Diary:
Nothing much happened today. I just went to school and things. Boys are sure funny. A few boys were chasing my girlfriend, Betsy, and me around the school yard when I tripped and fell. When I landed on the ground my dress went all the way up and the boys stood there staring up my legs. I wonder why they like to look at a girl's legs? I don't have anything there to look at. Even if I was naked there's nothing to look at, only a puffy slit, that I pee out of. Boys are the ones that have something to look at. I've seen what little boys have, a few times, but I don't understand what it is. Good night.
J.
June 21 Dear D.
Something funny sure goes on with my mom and dad. I heard all kinds of noises coming from their bedroom last night. I was afraid they were fighting but after awhile I heard them giggling and talking so I guess it was alright. I wonder what it's like to sleep in bed with a boy? I've slept with my girlfriend, Betsy, and we just talked and then went to sleep. See you tomorrow.
J.
June 25 Dear D.
Two boys in my school got into trouble. They were twelve years old and they took a girl in my class behind the school, under some stairs, last night after school. From what I heard they took her clothes off and fooled with her. They opened their pants too! I don't know why they would do a thing like that for. What could they do with a girl and what did they take her clothes off for?
My mom and dad were at it again last night. I'm worried because I don't know what they do when I hear all of that moaning and groaning. I think my father is hurting my mom. I'm going to try and find out what he is doing to her. I will tell you all about it when I find out.
J.
Dear D.
My friend, Betsy, sure is smart. She knows all about boys, and men. She's seen her father naked. She tried to describe what he has between his legs but it didn't make any sense to me. She said it was big and long, with something hanging down under it. It sounded a lot like the babies I've seen but theirs were small, just about nothing. She also told me she saw a boy about twelve years old and that his was stiff and standing straight out! I wonder how a boy can be comfortable with all that hanging between his legs, and if it was stiff how could he stand it? I guess I'll get the answers to my questions some day.
J.
July 21 Dear D.
Boy, today was really something! I visited a girl by the name of Maria after school. She has an older brother twelve and one of his friends came there looking for him. Her brother was gone and she told him and he asked if he could use the toilet. No one else was home but she told him he could. Well, he were sitting in the front room, drinking iced tea . when we heard a sort of sound coming from the hall to the bathroom. We got up and looked down the hall and there, at the end of the hall, in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, was this boy. He hadn't even shut the door. He had his pants open and had his thing out. I could see it was one of the stiff kinds, because it was going straight up into the air and he had his fingers around it going up and down. We were a little embarrassed, I guess, because we ran back into the front room and then we couldn't stop giggling.
Pretty soon the boy came out and said thanks and then left. We couldn't do anything but keep giggling. I guess when young girls like we are see something like that it sort of makes us feel funny, I know it did me. I just wish I could have been closer to that boy so I could see his thing better. Tired now, tomorrow.
J.
July 23 Dear D.
I couldn't wait to tell you what happened last night! I had been in bed for about a half hour, messing around. I discovered a good feeling between my legs the other night in the bath tub, and I was feeling myself, in bed. I guess I didn't tell you about that. Well I was taking a bath the other night and I was soaping myself between my legs, my pee hole, when I started to get this strange feeling there. I rubbed some more and it felt better and better. Pretty soon I felt funny all over. I finally put the wash rag down and just used my hand. That felt better, so I started to rub up and down my slit. I discovered that it felt the best at the top of my hole so I just rubbed it there. Then I found something that I didn't know I had! It's like a little bump right at the top of my pee hole, just inside. When I touch that boy it feels good! I became very interested in myself then and even tried to put my finger into my hole, but that hurt so I just kept on rubbing that little bump until I got tired.
Telling you, dear D., about my rubbing, makes me want to do it now, so I will tell you what happened last night tomorrow night. Sweet dreams.
J.
July 24 Dear D.
like I promised, I will tell you what happened the night before last.
Well, like I was telling you, I was in bed about a half an hour when I heard those groaning sounds coming from mom and dad's room. I decided that I would try to find out just what was happening in there and I got out of bed and went to their door.
When I got to their door I stood there listening and I could hear some of the words they were saying to each other. Things like, "Oh, honey, that feels so good," and, "Put it in now, baby." That was what my mom was saying, and my dad made a few remarks like, "Kiss it first, baby," and, "That's it, get it all wet and slippery."
I sure couldn't figure out what that was all about. I decided I would try to open the door to see what they were up to. I very carefully and slowly turned the door knob, and when it was turned all the way I eased the door open a crack. Boy, what I saw was something I'll never forget.
Their bed was lengthways toward the door, with the foot of the bed closest to the door. All I could see was their feet and legs, and also their butts. My father was on top, I knew that because I could see the hair on his legs, and my mother's legs were smooth and white underneath him. But the thing that interested me was that she had her legs around his waist and there was enough light so that I could see between his butt! I saw this thing hanging down that looked like a small purse or bag with something heavy inside of it. It kept swinging back and forth because my dad's butt was going up and down and sort of forward and backward. After looking closely I began to get glimpses of his hard thing. It was going into my mother's hole! My dad would pull it way out and then push it all the way into my mom's opening.
I don't really know what was going on, but I'm getting some kind of idea. I'll have to think about when I'm not so tired. Anyway, I looked for a few minutes and then I went back to my own bed. Love
J.
July 26 Dear D.
I'm so very happy to have you to talk to and tell all my secrets to. I can tell you everything, just everything, because I know that what I tell you will always be kept secret. I couldn't even talk to mom the way I talk to you.
I rub rny hole every night, now, and I really get a Am feeling from it. I've learned where to rub, and how to make it feel good. I'm still trying to get my finger into my hole but it still won't go in. I'm going to keep trying, though. I have a full length mirror on my closet door and tonight I took all my clothes off and looked at myself in it. I like my body, it's really filling out. My breasts are getting pretty big. I can see the outline of them rising and it looks like they are going to be a good size. For a while I was afraid I wouldn't get any breasts. They come out to a point and the nipples are real big. When I rub the nipples they get hard and stick out. Sometimes, when I least expect it, like in school or walking down the street, they get hard. Every time I rub my hole they always get stiff. It feels good when I rub my hands over them, and squeeze the nipples between my fingers. I usually play with them while I'm rubbing myself. The other day I was babysitting a six year old boy and I was playing on the floor with him when I got this funny feeling, like I get in bed at night, and I did something that I don't understand. I lifted up my sweater and said to him, "Look what I have." He looked at them for a while and then reached out and squeezed them, and sort of ran his hands over them. You can't imagine how swell that felt, and my nipples were so swollen I thought they were going to burst. I just laid on the floor and let him play with them. Pretty soon I got that feeling at my hole, so I pushed my hand under my shorts and panties and rubbed myself, right there on the floor! I wonder why I did such a thing? Time to go to sleep, goodnight dear D.
J.
Aug ll Dear D.
Boy, I really had an experience this afternoon! My friend Betsy and me went to the movies like we do every Saturday. We sat in our usual seats, about ten rows back from the screen. We had been watching the movie for about a half hour when a man about thirty years old sat next to Betsy. I didn't pay much attention to him until about ten minutes later. My eyes were glued to the screen and I was enjoying the picture when I heard Betsy sigh so I turned to see what was the matter. She had slumped down in her seat with her legs spread apart, with her dress way up above her knees. I noticed something dark on her white skin and when I looked closer I could see the man's hand moving up her thigh and disappear under her dress! I couldn't believe it! She was sighing softly, as if she was enjoying what he was doing to her. Then I saw something that shook me. Betsy's hand was under the man's coat in his lap. It was too dark to see much but I saw that.
I kept watching them out of the corner of my eye for awhile and then the man bent over and whispered in Betsy's ear. She sort of giggled and then sat up and grabbed me by the arm. "Listen," she whispered to me, "we can make two dollars if you want to do something, you want to?" I hesitantly asked her, "What do you mean?"
She bent real close to me then, with her mouth on my ear, "This nice man sitting next to me wants to sit between us and mess around with us, our legs and things, and he'll pay us each two dollars if we let him. Nothing can happen here in the show, and he'll even let us play with his thing, if we keep our mouths shut. I've done it before and it's boss fun, what do you say?"
I was a little scared at first, but it began to sound exciting to me, after awhile, so I said "OK."
The man moved into my seat after I moved over and then he started doing it. He put his hand on my leg and started moving up and down my thigh. The strangeness of his hand on my bare skin sent an odd chill through my body and I got goose bumps, but after awhile I began to get a warm feeling. He was doing the same thing to Betsy. His hand kept getting closer to that place between my legs but he was taking it very slowly. He was taking so long to touch me there I almost asked him to do it, because my hole was just aching for something to touch it!
Finally he had his hand right there, on my panties. I was so excited by this time, I pressed my body down onto his hand! This was all he needed, he worked his hand under my panties and started rubbing my hole the way I always did, but it felt a hundred times better with his hand doing it!
While he was massaging my hole he leaned over and whispered, "Put your hand under my coat and see what you find."
I didn't do it right away because it seemed scary, but I finally did it. I worked my hand under the coat and felt around a bit and then my hand touched it! The first sensation I had was the heat that was coming from it. I started to feel around on it, moving my fingers all over it lightly like that was causing it to jump and move around. It felt so soft and nice. Then I got braver and started to put my hand around it when I touched Betsy's hand. When she felt my hand she took hers away, I guess because she knew I'd never touched one before and wanted me to have my fun.
I can't begin to tell you, dear D., what an exciting thrill it was to have my hand around my first man-thing. How can I describe the way it felt? like I said, it was real hot, and it was hard and yet soft, sort of rubbery. I could feel the life throbbing and pulsating through it as I clasped it firmly in my hand. I guess instinct dictated to me because I started raising and lowering my hand along the shaft. The faster I went on his thing the faster he went on my hole, and when I realized this I started going faster and faster. Suddenly I felt his thing getting bigger and bigger, and then something happened that really surprised me. Stuff started pouring out of his thing. At first I thought he peed on my hand but I found out he didn't because this stuff was thick, like canned milk, and there was sure a lot of it!
My hand was covered with it so before I pulled my hand out from under his coat I managed to wipe most of it on the coat, hoping he wouldn't realize that I did it. I finished wiping my hand on the side of my dress.
When the stuff started flowing he had jammed his finger all the way into my hole. I didn't even realize it until it was all over. He pulled it out right after he made that stuff, and when I took my hand away he fumbled around in his lap a little bit and then got up quickly and practically ran down the isle and out the door.
Betsy and me stayed until the end of the movie and then we came home. When I took my dress off I could see white stuff where I had wiped my hand.
It was quite an afternoon, dear D., I'm off to sleep.
J.
As you have no doubt noticed, the diary entries are not continuous, by date. Since space is limited, and the fact that much of her writings are irrelevant to our interest, I have discarded those writings that do not pertain to our subject.
I would also note, at this point, that the experience Jody had with the man in the theater proved to be quite a traumatic one. Since this was her first sexual contact with a male it was to remain indelibly recorded in her mind for the rest of her life. It played a major part in determining her sexual role in life. We now continue with Jody's treatise.
Sept. 13 Dear D.
We had a fun day today! Betsy and I decided that we would try to find out what this was all about between boys and girls, and I sure learned a lot!
There's two boys in our room at school that are as dumb as we are on the subject and they are always trying to get girls to go with them to mess around. Well, Betsy and me decided that we would take them up on the idea and go with them. We told them we would go with them after school and they were sure excited.
After school we all got together and the boys said they knew a place in the park just a few blocks from the school where we could do things and no one would see us. They led us to a wide section of high, thick bushes on the edge of the park and it would be impossible to see anyone once they were in the center of the bushes, and that's exactly where we went.
We climbed and crawled into this place and finally came to a clearing that even had one of those big park benches in it. I could tell that it had been used by others because there was a lot of bottles, cans and rags and stuff all around.
Once we got settled in there the boys didn't waste any time. The one I was with, more or less, was named Ed and the other one was Al, so Ed said, "okay, let's all show each other what we look like, you know, our secret parts."
With that he started to undo his pants. Al did too and Betsy and me were a little scared, at least I was. The boys quickly dropped their pants and Ed said, "Come on, you girls gotta show us yours too."
They just stood there in their underwear waiting for us to make a move. Then Betsy surprised me by saying, "I got an idea, let's all pull down our underwear together. When I say go we'll pull them down." I guess I was the only one who was afraid to do anything.
Betsy and I lifted up our dresses and put our thumbs under the elastic of our panties and the boys did the same. She waited a few seconds and then she said, "Go!"
The boys yanked their underwear down and so did I and then I heard Betsy laughing. There she was, standing there with her panties still on, laughing! I dropped my dress right away but the boys just stood there with their little hard things sticking out, and looking very mad.
"Your nothing but a cheater, and you're chicken, too!" Al yelled at Betsy, "You're just like all the girls."
I was mad too, because I didn't think she would do a thing like that to me. "Why don't you play fair?" I asked her.
She just laughed again and said, "I was only kidding, it was sure funny," and with that she lifted up her dress and down came her panties.
I don't know what I would do without you to talk to. I tried to ask my mom about sex things, but she just acted like she was afraid to tell me anything. I can't bring myself to ask dad. I don't know why mom won't help me, I know she could if she only would.
Anyway, let me tell you about last night, it was boss!
My folks went to a party and when they came home they were feeling pretty good, from drinking I mean. They were laughing and carrying on, it was wild. They thought I was asleep so they didn't worry about anything they did. I waited until they went to bed and I got out of my bed and sneaked down to their room. They didn't even shut the door all the way!
I crept up to the door and peeked in. They were both naked and standing in the middle of the room kissing. I could see mom's butt clinching and then dad put his hands on her butt cheeks and pulled her tightly against him.
"Let's get to bed," mom whispered, and dad said, "okay."
They separated and for the first time I saw my dad's thing. It was bigger than I could ever imagine. I don't know if it was bigger than the man in the theater because I only felt his but it sure seemed big to me. It was about half stiff, and his bag was hanging down under it. I had a quick thought that I would like to handle my dad's thing in my hands.
Mom sat on the bed and dad stood in front of her, his thing getting bigger and bigger. He was so close to her that his thing was almost in her face. Mom reached out and started to caress and squeeze dad's thing and it jumped up straight and stiff immediately. She pumped on it for awhile and then she did something that was beyond my imagination or comprehension! Mom bent her head down and put the head of dad's big thing in her mouth!
She just sort of licked and sucked on the big top, going all over it like it was one of those round suckers! I could see dad's butt cheeks squeezing together and relaxing as mom worked it over. Suddenly mom drove her mouth right down to the bottom of his thing!
When she did this dad's butt really tightened up, and he started to groan. Mom just kept going up and down his thing with her mouth and she was gripping it where that bag was attached, with her hand. She was moving slowly and steadily, and as her mouth came up to the top I could hear her making a sort of slurping, sucking sound.
After a few minutes of this action dad pushed mom's head off of his thing and said, "Come on, baby, let's get in bed and fuck." With that, they both laid down on the bed, mom on her back and dad on his stomach. He had his legs apart and I could see his hairy bag peeking out between them. He played with her titties for awhile, and also her pink, hairy hole, and then he climbed on top of her, between her legs.
I could see his thing touching the lips of her hole entrance and then she reached down and rubbed the head of it up and down her slot and then she aimed it and he pushed. It slipped right in and continued until it was completely out of sight, and his bag was resting on her butt! With an even rhythm he started pushing in and pulling out, and then mom put her legs around dad's waist. When she did this I could see his thing in her hole and even her little butt hole, just like I had seen the other time.
I figured I'd seen enough, and I didn't want to get caught, so I went back to my room. When I got into bed I put my hand down on my hole and started to play around with it. I found I could get a finger just about all the way into it, and that sure did feel good! I ended up rubbing that fun spot, and it felt better than ever. I started rubbing it with even strokes and suddenly I began to feel something rising through my body. I rubbed faster and faster and then it happened. It felt as if my hole was sucking my finger into it, and I was getting a strange, new sensation down below my tummy. My tittie nipples were stretching with hardness, and I could feel a blush cover my body like a blanket. I started gasping for air and I couldn't feel any part of my body but the little bump in my hole and my finger rubbing on it. Then, unexpectedly, I sort of saw stars or lights, and for a few minutes I didn't know where I was!
It sort of scared me, at first, because I didn't know what happened, but I felt so good and relaxed that I just drifted off into a deep sleep.
I shall again take the liberty to interrupt Jody's narrative with an explanation. From this point in her diary until she was sixteen, nothing of great interest happened in her sexual life. That is to say nothing more important than those incidents that I am relating to you now. She did manage to observe her parents in the process of intercourse several more times, and she also became quite intimate with a few boys, but never to the point of intercourse. As has been noted earlier, she acquired the taste for masturbating boys, and this she would do for them but nothing else.
There is one definite change in Jody, however, and that is her vocabulary. She had learned all of the 'street' words for sex and used them quite profusely in her diary. I doubt very much that she used these words when talking with her family or most of her friends.
So we shall continue her story at the age of sixteen, in fact on the very day she became that age.
June 10 Dear D.
Wow, I'm finally sixteen! And I feel so much older than when I first made you part of my life three years ago, my precious, dear friend. I shall continue to tell you my most intimate of secrets, as I have in the past. I had a big party today, with lots of friends, and I'm so very tired. I will be with you tomorrow.
J.
June ll Dear D.
Sorry I didn't say much to you last night but I was so tired. We had a ball at my birthday party. There was six boys and six girls. We were lucky too, because my mom and dad took advantage of the situation, and they also considered me old enough to take care of things, and they went to a show downtown and then went dancing. They didn't come home until quite late.
We played all sorts of games, like dare, and pony express, and some other ones, it was really fun! There was no fights, and even the girls got along with each other!
This one game, pony express, was wild! The way it's played is, everyone draws a playing card from the deck and the one with the lowest card goes into the bedroom. The lights are all off and they just stay in there waiting for whoever is the pony express rider. It's sort of like post office, but you use cards. After the person goes into the bedroom then everyone draws a card again to see whose turn it is to be the rider. I mean everyone of one sex. That is, if a boy is in the bedroom then all the girls pick cards to see who goes in there with the boy, and vice versa, to deliver the mail.
The rider then goes into the bedroom, shuts the door and feels around to find the recipient of the letter. When he does he can do anything to the receiver he wants to, until they say, "deliver the letter." When they say that, then the rider must kiss them and they leave the bedroom. It's hard to tell who the rider is until you leave the room and get into the light, that's what makes it fun!
I had my eye on this one guy who was the boyfriend of one of the girls. I thought he would be great to get. As luck would have it, I became rider when he was in the room!
I want to tell you, sweet diary, that I have a great way to find out what a boy has between his legs, I mean the size of it. I like to jack them off and it's more fun if they have a big one. I manage to sit in front of each boy and let my dress slip up way above my knees so they can look right up my legs! I always do this so no one else can see me, of course, except the guy. When he looks up my legs he is usually surprised because when I'm out to do this I don't wear any panties!
Please excuse me, diary, but my favorite TV show is coming on and I want to see it. I will finish this tomorrow.
J.
June 12 Dear D.
Nothing happened today, just a plain old school day so I can finish about the party.
like I was saying, I knew how big his dick was because he had seen my pussy when I sat in front of him, and his dick got hard right away. All I had to do was look at the bulge in his pants and I decided he was great. It was great luck that I won the trip into the bedroom with him!
When I went in the door to the room I tried to see where the guy was but I couldn't spot him, so I had to work my way around the room to find him. I found him standing next to the far side of the bed. Man, I didn't know where to start with him! I decided not to waste any time and so I pressed myself against him, put one arm around him and reached down and grabbed his cock with the other.
He jumped when I did that but he just stood there. He was something else, because his dick started to get hard right away. I had it stiff in no time! As quickly as possible I unzipped his pants and pulled out prick and balls both. Man he sure had bitchin' equipment! His cock was quavering in front of him just waiting to be jacked off! My pussy was burning with anticipation, so I put my hand on it to help it along.
I clasped my other hand around his bouncing tool and started my action on it. I was getting so turned on that I had to pull him over to the bed, by his cock, and I sat down with him standing in front of me.
The boy was just sort of panting and sighing as I jacked away on his prick, and I had my finger going in my pussy at the same time. I thought he would ask me to give him the letter' before this but he didn't say a word! I just started pumping faster, on him and on me, and very soon I was rewarded for all of my efforts.
He must have saved that load for six months! When he shot it covered the front of my dress and splattered all over my legs. I couldn't have prayed for a more glorious come! I grabbed his balls when I felt his sperm charging up, through his tube, and he shot so hard they lifted right out of my hand.
We had been in there so long that the others wondered about us. Either that or they thought they would catch us in a compromising position. At any rate, they came charging through the door and caught me sitting there with the guy's come all over the front of me, and I was still holding his dick in my hand with it's final emmision dripping to the floor.
We looked so funny everybody laughed and I guess that saved the situation.
We played a few more games after that but my time with that guy was what was important to me, dear diary, because I came right with that guy! Later love.
J.
Sept. 9 Dear D.
I couldn't wait to tell you about the new kick I found, it's really out of sight! They're called 'reds.'
My friend Betsy knows these two guys and they get these reds from somebody, so they asked us if we would like to try some. We heard a lot about things like that but we never tried them until these two guys talked us into it. They were going to a party where everybody takes them, and they begged us to go with them. They were nice, good-looking guys so we finally accepted their invitation.
It was an afternoon party so we didn't have to make any excuses to our folks. When we got there things were going strong. Everybody was laughing and raising hell. It seemed, at first, that they were all drunk, but after watching them for awhile it became obvious that something else was going on.
It was a crowd that I didn't know, they were older than Betsy and me, as were the boys that took us there. As I looked around the room I saw girls sitting on boy's laps, necking, and some of them were going pretty far. I even saw a guy sitting on another guy's lap and they were kissing!
We were standing there, looking around, when this girl came over to us. She was about fifteen years old and a really attractive girl. Her golden, glowing hair cascaded down to her shoulders and flowed gently over them, framing her lovely face in a circle of yellow silk. She was wearing a see-through blouse and it was not difficult to see her avocado shaped, large breasts. They were solid but not so solid that they didn't vibrate when she walked. The rest of her body was sure great, slim waist, slightly protruding tummy and boy, what an ass! It was just a bit larger around than a boy's but it swelled out behind her like two honeydew melons underneath the tight shorts she was wearing. And she, like everyone else, was barefoot.
I forgot to tell you, my diary, that the boy I was with was named Jim and Betsy's boy was named Ray.
Anyway, Jim introduced us to the girl and her name was Carla and she was the one putting on the party. She introduced us to the other kids, ranging in age from fifteen to eighteen. They were in various states of dress and undress, and having a blast.
After the introductions, Carla took us into one of the bedrooms and told us to wait there. She went into another room and when she came back she had a little medicine bottle in her hand that had red pills in it. They were about the size of those red cold pills. She handed the bottle to Jim and he quickly put it in his pocket, and we all went back into the front room.
Jim got the four of us together and said, "Look, these are the fun pills I was telling you about. Man, they sure do turn you on. We got three apiece which is plenty for this afternoon and then some."
With that, he gave us our pills. Then he added, "Take one now, get some water in the kitchen, and if you feel things slowing down take another one. Man, it's better'n a drunk!"
Betsy and me went into the kitchen, got some water and just sort of stood there with the glasses in our hands. I was a little scared to take the damn thing and so was she. Finally we decided, what the hell and gulped them down.
It's getting late and mom just hollered at me to get to bed, so, talk to you later, dear friend.
J.
Sept. 10 Dear D.
Back again. I saw Jim in school today, and he winked at me and it made me blush when I thought about the things we did yesterday. I'm glad I can tell you, because I want to tell someone, so here's what happened.
After those pills started working it was really boss. I was sort of floating around the room, and so was everything in the room. We all started dancing to some of Carla's great records. I guess I danced with half of the guys there. One guy held me so close I could feel his hard dick pushing into my stomach. After a while Carla stopped the record player and announced that we were going to play a game.
I had been playing a game most of the night. I was showing off my ass to every guy there. If they were sitting on a chair or on the couch I'd get on the floor in front of them and while I talked to them I'd lift up my knees so they could look between my legs and see all! If they were sitting on the floor I'd sit on a chair and please them with my show. I could see them all get stiff cocks, under their pants!
Anyhow, Carla explained how the game was played, and it sure wasn't a kid's game. First, one boy, Jim in this case, and one of the girls, Carla, would represent their sex group. They flipped a coin to see which group, boys or girls, would be first. Jim lost so the boys were first.
Carla then told all the boys to follow her into the bedroom. We girls all just stood there like dummies trying to figure out what was going to happen. When Carla came back she told us that in a few minutes we would all go into the bedroom and do our part of the game, and that it was our turn after the boys to do the same thing they were going to do. No matter how hard we tried to get her to tell us what they were doing, she wouldn't.
Jim hollered out that they were ready, so we all followed Carla to the bedroom. The lights were out and it was pitch dark in there. At the door she told us what our part was. We were to go in and the first boy we touched was ours and he had to do anything we wanted him to, or we could do anything we wanted to him!
I was about the fourth girl to go through the door and I walked around the room until I stumbled over a guy. I started to say I was sorry but remembered that we weren't supposed to talk. He was sitting on the floor so I just got down there with him. I just sat there for a few minutes, not knowing what to do, it was weird not saying anything.
It was about that time that the pill started really hitting me. I had this groovy feeling travel down my body and it seemed to go right to my pussy. I started feeling sexy as hell. I decided that this guy didn't know who I was and I didn't know him so why worry, and I reached out to his fly and unzipped it!
Boy, was he ready! I guess he wasn't wearing any underwear because I no sooner got the zipper down when his enormous prick leaped out at me like a rattlesnake pouncing on its prey! It was bouncing and jumping around but I finally caught it with both hands and held on. I started feeling it all over and it was marvy. It felt as big around as a Pepsi bottle, and at the top it was bigger where the head blossomed out.
I reached into his pants and lifted out his big, fleshy bag of balls and bounced them one in each hand. I love to play with a guy's balls. I put one hand on his hot cock and proceeded to jack it off, still keeping my other hand on his balls. His breathing got deeper and I knew he was liking it a lot.
Finally I dropped his spongy balls and put my hand on my cunt and drove a finger into the wet, slippery mass and it felt wild. Suddenly I got this crazy desire to do something I've never done before. I don't know if it was the red pills or what, but. ... I'm ashamed to tell even you, dearest D., but I wanted to put my mouth on his thing!
Mom's at me again to get to bed so see you tomorrow.
J.
Sept. ll Dear D.
Nothing happened today and I'm dying to tell you what happened at the party.
like I was saying I was dying to put my lips around his dick but something told me it wasn't nice. That was only a quick thought, though because I bent over and put my tongue on the broad-faced head and licked the little mouth. Then I put the engorged head into my mouth and he sucked in his breath and moaned. I got carried away and moved my lips halfway down his tool, choking a little as the head hit the back of my mouth.
Instinctively, I realized that I should move my mouth the same way I move my hand when I jack a prick off, so I started sucking it way in and then lifting back up to the head. It drove him wild! My hand was finger fucking my pussy in rhythm with my sucking and I didn't know about him but I was ready to let loose. I knew about him in a few seconds, though, because I felt the bottom side of his cock start expanding and his whole dick started to swell just the way it did in my hand when I did it that way.
Abruptly he exploded into my waiting mouth with an enormous load. I tried not to swallow any, but I wouldn't take my mouth off of it so I did swallow some of it. The rest of his sperm just gushed out the sides of my mouth and onto his prick and balls. The beautiful part of it is, I came right with him!
After that I got up quickly in case someone turned on the light. He wouldn't know who I was, but if he stayed in the same place I would know him, because I knew just about where we were in the room. Sure enough on went the lights and he was still sitting there. Wow, what a groovy guy. I'm going to try to get next to him in school and try to get a date.
I don't remember much from then on because I took another red, and everything is sort of blurry in my mind. I kinda remember everybody naked and I think I got screwed because the next day my panties were all messed up. It could be, though, I remember a guy sort of lying on top of me but then everything went out of sight.
It is confirmed that Jody had "gone the route" after this party, using barbiturates, and some telltale marks on the inner side of her arms indicated that she might have been "shooting."
As I read on I could not help but feel sympathy, empathy, and I concluded that it was a shame for such a young, lovely girl to get "hooked."
As we travel on through the pages of Jody's diary, we shall further see how far she digressed into the oblivion of narcotics.
One additional point, if the reader will bear, is that she had become quite sophisticated in the short period of her life-as witness her writing.
During the six months following the party Jody developed an obsession for her father. She had, as we know, viewed her father's genitals several times and she became obsessed with the desire to, of all things, masturbate him! This was, no doubt, created by the narcotics and her unhealthy desire for sexual release. She did, of course, continue to exhibit herself to other males, but her father had become her main objective, her ultimate target.
She planned her tactics carefully, knowing full well if she lost control and advanced too rapidly she would give her position away. She would manage to expose her body in such a way that it would seem accidental to him. It is difficult for one to believe that this man, Jody's father, was so naive he didn't realize the implication behind her actions.
The situation was culminated, finally, with the aid of narcotics and alcohol, as we discover in the final entries of this revealing document.
March 15 Dear D.
How long, how long must I wait to enjoy my dad. I can't hardly stand the torment, I want him so much.
Today I left the door of my room open half way, and took all of my clothes off, waiting for my dad to come up to bed. Mom had already gone to bed and he was watching something on TV. I took three "reds" so I would be riding high when he came up, and I sure was. Finally I heard him turn off the set and start upstairs.
I stood in front of the mirror of my dresser, knowing that when he passed my door he could see my pretty ass and my front at the same time. I started fingering myself in anticipation. Knowing he had time to get to my door, I looked at the door in the mirror. Sure enough there he was peeking through the door. I could barely see the side of his head.
I guess I was so pilled out I sort of lost control because I did something for him that I never did before. I picked up my hair brush and slipped it into my pussy, as I had done many times before, by myself, and started masturbating. That kept him at the door, believe me.
My next move was to lie on the floor, sideways to the door, and continue my artificial fucking. I could hear him breathing heavily for awhile, and then I heard him walk quickly away, to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
I was so high I just stayed there on the floor and finished the false fuck with the hair brush. The whole room seemed to be revolving around the world, but I got to bed somehow.
Tomorrow mom is going to my aunt's house for a few days to help take care of her while she's sick. I am determined to take advantage of her absence and make my move with dad. I will either make out or catch holy hell, we shall see.
J.
March 17 Dear D.
So sorry I didn't get to you yesterday but too many things happened, and I was pooped! Guess what? Thrill of all thrills, I did it! I had dad's beautiful, gorgeous, exciting dick!
I've been high on pills and caps for three days, man it's groovy. There isn't anything I can't do, the way I feel. I don't ever want to come down!
Dad came home drunk yesterday afternoon and just made it to bed before he passed out. I decided that this was my big chance. I went into his bedroom and stood there looking at him on the bed. What a beautiful, handsome man he was laying there sleeping like a child. He had managed to get his pants and shirt off and only had his shorts on. I couldn't keep my eyes off of the bulge of his crotch. How many times I've seen it in action with my mother and now here it was at my mercy, and I planned to take advantage of it!
I was so high, I grabbed his shorts and yanked them off of him and there it was, the sex equipment that created me. I ripped off all of my clothes, and got on my knees beside the bed.
After studying every detail of this masculine perfection, I hesitantly reached out and lifted his dick with my hand. Limp as it was, it felt solid. I started running my fingers caressingly along the length of it, concentrating on the area under the roll of the head. I began kneading his ball filled sac like it was dough. He squirmed a little, but that didn't stop me for a second!
I had it hard and stiff in no time. It looked even bigger to me than when I saw it before, from a distance. Oh god, what a feeling that was to have my dad's prick in my hand. This was my dream come true! I gripped it tightly and slowly moved my hand up and down. Pretty soon a liquid jewel appeared on top of its head. It grew in size as I continued to pump his pulsing pillar of sex. I swiped it off with my finger and placed it on my lips reverently, my father's nectar of creation.
I began jacking him off seriously, maintaining a steady stroke, and reaching down, matched this action with my finger in my cunt. I could never have maintained this violent jogging of his cock if I hadn't been high.
His balls were leaping up and around with the movement of my hand. I lowered my head to them and pressed a kiss between the twin orbs.
Feeling his prick expanding with the oncoming eruption, I lifted my head to watch this miracle of life. I was just in time to receive his sperm right in my face. It felt as hot as lava, but I was too engrossed in my own orgasm to worry about a face full of sperm. In fact I came when it struck me in the face. My dad's ass had lifted right off the bed when he shot and then dropped heavily. I collapsed over his legs, still hanging on to his great prick.
After a few minutes of heaven I got up and, taking some tissues, cleaned up the virile liquid covering his cock and balls. Only when it started to dry, and get stiff, did I remember that I had a face full of his semen. I stopped by the bathroom on the way to my bed, and washed my face.
Now you know why I didn't write to you last night, dear one. My high is wearing off, now, and I don't have anything to take. I'm going to try and get some sleep.
J.
March 18 Dear D.
I paced the floor most of the night, last night. By morning I was in pretty bad shape, because I didn't have any stuff. I went into my dad's room, found his wallet and took twenty dollars to score. While I was getting dressed to go find my source I began to realize what I had done with my own father! I got sick and puked in the toilet. This was as far down as I've been for several days and the realization of what I have descended to is too much to bear. I can't believe I did what I did!
I found my source and got a fix fast. I bought caps with the rest of the money and came back home.
I looked in on my dad and he was still asleep. I began to get sexual desires for him again! I can't do that to him again, or to myself, so I think I'll put myself to sleep, wonderful sleep, for a long, long time. Goodnight my secret friend. Peace.
J.
That, of course, was Jody's last entry. She was discovered in her bed by her father. He at first thought she was sleeping, but closer observation told him otherwise. She had been dead several hours when he found her, dead from an overdose of narcotics.
It is doubtful that Jody would have become so seriously enamored with her father, or fulfilled her intense desire to have sexual relations of any sort with her father, had she not been engulfed in the nether world of narcotics.
It is perfectly normal for a young girl to love her father in a quasi-sexual sense, and most girls do. The first man in a female's life is, of course, her father, so quite naturally, this is how she develops her knowledge of the male, both psychologically and physically. Only when this devotion becomes an unreasonable mania is it dangerous to the normal father-daughter relationship, as is evident in Jody's case.
Jody gained her knowledge of sex, as many children do, from observing her parents performing the many intimate actions involved in intercourse. It was also her introduction to her father's genitalia. This observation caused her, quite naturally, to become curiously interested in sex.
Her actions with the man in the theater, and his reactions, opened the well of her deviation, into which she soon fell. Since this was her first sexual encounter it was traumatically sufficient to become a part of her sexual development. Her experience with the boys in the park served to reinforce her fetish (to masturbate the male penis) with the knowledge that she could obtain a penis by exhibiting herself to the male.
Once she gained adequate experience in exposing herself, coinciding with her unnatural desire to possess her father, she accomplished her goal.
CASE HISTORY:
Phil and Kim
I recall a very unusual and interesting case involving a young couple. They were a common law husband and wife, or in the vernacular of our day, they enjoyed "free love." When I met them they had been living happily together for something like three years. In fact, they appeared to be more closely united than most "official" marriages, claiming that the knowledge that either one could, if he so desired, pack up and leave the other without so much as a goodbye. As a result they each went out of their way to be compatible, and to please the other. They certainly seemed to have a good argument in their favor.
I had been attending various swingers' parties to acquire information for a study I was making on the sexual mores of our present day. I always make an effort to interview as many persons as possible, and that was how I came to know Phil and Kim. They were such an effervescent, fun-loving couple I made it a point to talk with them. Due to the activities of the evening I was unable to spend much time with them but they had mentioned enough about themselves that I became very interested in their lives, particularly their sexual activities. I asked them if they would visit my office so we could talk at greater length, and they said they would consider my invitation. Two weeks later they called and we set up an appointment.
From the very beginning of our discussion we all had an immediate rapport. We had a few cocktails and soon they were very much at ease. We discussed the party of the evening I met them, and then finally I managed to swing the conversation around to why they were there in my office. After that we began to get to the point. I asked them if they objected to my recording the discussion and both agreed that there was no objection whatever. Here, then, is the report taken directly from the above tape. I have purposely deleted certain uninteresting and irrelevant conversation in order to present the relevant.
De Armond: You mentioned that you were active in so-called swingers' clubs.
Kim: Yes, we belong to several.
De: How frequently do you attend the meetings?
Phil: Oh, we go about twice a week, sometimes we spend the whole weekend there, if it's that kind of club.
De: Are these clubs for couples only?
P: One of them only allows couples, but the other one is really wild. They do try to have an even number of guys and gals, though, it's a lot more fun that way.
K: If there's even numbers then you can exchange. I've noticed that always seems to be some sort of trouble if there's more of one sex than the other.
De: What is your main objective in attending these clubs?
P: Well, everyone can do their thing without being bothered by any unrealistic rules or laws.
De: Do you mean there's no rules, as far as sex is concerned?
P: There are rules, of course, but as far as sex the only ruling is that no one interferes with or hurts anyone else, don't bother anyone if they don't want you to.
De: You mentioned that everyone does their thing. What is your thing?
K: We like everything about sex, except MS, that's for the birds! We join in in just about every activity.
De: What do you mean MS?
K: Well, M stands for masochism, and 'S' means sadism. We don't go for hurting or being hurt. In fact none of that type of activity is allowed in the clubs we belong to.
De: There must be one thing that you consider the most stimulating or satisfying, above everything else?
P: Well ... there is something, but ... I guess it's a little difficult to discuss it. We talked about it on the way over here. We just don't want anyone to know some things that we do. I imagine we could get into trouble, if the wrong person found out.
De: I want you to know that nothing you say here will be identified with you people.
P: Well, if that's the case I guess we can tell you. Believe it or not we get our kicks from exhibiting our bodies!
De: You mean exhibitionism?
P: I guess that's what you call it.
De: That's very interesting, but I fail to see the tie-in with the clubs.
K: Well, like we said, everybody can do just about anything they want to do, and since we enjoy someone looking at our bodies, specifically our genitals, we get a lot of satisfaction walking around without our clothing, and we even go so far as to have intercourse in front of everybody!
P: It's not the most satisfying, but we get a lot out of it.
De: Now we're getting to the crux of the thing! Tell me specifically just what really turns you on, Phil.
P: I suppose we might as well, what do you think honey?
K: I don't mind talking about it, we have many times at club meetings, and Mr. De Armond has assured us that our statements will be confidential. I guess it's all right, Phil.
P: As surprising as it may sound to you, Mr. De Armond, we are confirmed exhibitionists, not just the party type, but outright, overt exhibitionists!
De: Are you telling me that you are both typical, that you both perform as such? P: Yes, and we're quite active.
It was quite difficult for me to believe this amazing revelation. In all of my years of research I had never encountered a couple, man and woman, who were both active exhibitionists. It has always been my experience, in cases of this type, that the wife or t he husband divorces or separates from the deviate mate, once his offense is revealed.
I enthusiastically continued my questioning.
De: Why don't you both, in your own words, tell me how this all came about. I think it would simplify matters if you each told your story one at a time. Start with your earliest sex experience and then the experience in your life that you feel was most responsible for your exhibitionistic sexual role. Why don't you begin first, Phil?
Phil: It all started, I guess, when I was about eleven years old. I was playing with a kid named Jerry, in the basement of our apartment building. We started talking about girls. Since he was twelve I figured he knew more than I did.
"Did you ever do it to a girl?" he asked me.
I asked him what he meant and he answered, "You ever put your dick in a girl's hole?"
I'd played games with girls where we each took our pants off and compared things but I actually didn't know what he meant.
"Does your dick get hard when you play with it?" he asked impatiently.
"Sure it does, why?"
"Well, that's why it gets hard, so you can put it into a girl's hole."
The conversation was exciting me and I started getting an erection. "How come you know so much?" I asked.
"Well, I got a sitter, her name is Marion, and after she gets me into bed at night she-likes to fool around. She-likes to play with my dick and balls, and when it gets hard she takes all her clothes off. She's fourteen and man has she got a body! Her titties stand straight out with little points on 'em.
She-likes to kiss me all over my body and when she gets below my belly she grabs my stiff dick and starts jacking it off. She's the one who taught me how to do it. Pretty soon she puts her mouth on it and I shoot like crazy. Then she plays with it some more and when it gets hard again she gets on top of me and sits right on it! Boy, nothing feels like that, when your dick goes into a girl's hole.
He suggested we take our clothes off and he could give me a demonstration.
"Just put your hand around it, like this, and pull up and down."
I followed his instructions and that was my introduction to masturbating.
We did this for a while and then, at his suggestion, we did it to each other. He really knew how to do it, he played with my balls and anus while he jacked me, until I thought I was going to faint!
Gradually his hand developed a rhythm that steadily went faster. Suddenly he squeezed my cock so hard I winced and I could feel his dick expanding and then it happened! His semen came shooting out onto the floor and then dribbled over my hand. I felt I was coming to some sort of happening myself. I now know I just about climaxed.
After he moved I continued going to the basement to jack off, and one time some girls watched me from the window that was level with the sidewalk. I really put on a show for them. I just faced them and let them see everything, and they enjoyed every minute of it. They squatted down to look in the window better and I could see the outline of their pussies under their panties. I was very impressed with the interest they expressed while watching me.
I put on my show at the window quite a few times after that, but the incident that really confirmed my exhibitionistic attitude happened when I was thirteen.
I decided to find a girl with whom I could put my sex knowledge to practical use. There was a girl in my class named Kit, that was purported to be bad, that is, she was known to play "dirty." I decided to get her to play dirty with me.
I was going to be home alone one evening so that day at school I talked her into coming to my house after school. When we got out she said she would be at my house in about a half hour. I rushed home excited as hell!.
I sat in my apartment with a big hard-on, waiting for her. I had to fight myself to keep from masturbating, I was so hot. Pretty soon she knocked on the door and I just about ruptured myself getting up to answer it. When I opened the door I was really startled.
There in front of me stood not only Kit, but two other pretty girls! They all said, "Hi," and walked in.
All of them were wearing micro-skirts and tight blouses. Their titties were really pointing out. One girl named Ada was about my age, and the other girl, Ann, was fourteen.
When they sat on the sofa I really had a show. I saw plenty of thighs and panties. Kit spoke up and said, "Well, what do we do now?"
I had it all planned and I said, "I've got some of those little dirty comic books if you'd like to look at some," and with that I brought them out.
They started looking at them like crazy. I could tell they liked them because they kept squeezing their legs together. They were making remarks like, "Look at his big thing," and "Look, he's got it in her hole"; "I've never heard of anyone putting it in their mouth before." It made me so excited I wanted to drop my pants right then.
The older girl, Kit, was blushing and she was pressing her hand into her lap. Suddenly she turned to the others and said, "Hey, they're taking this guy's pants off." Then she looked at me and then back to the girls. "I've got an idea," she said, excitedly. "Why don't we pants Phil?"
I couldn't have heard a better suggestion. If only they knew how eager I was to get my pants off! I put on a good act, though, and told them I would fight. They all jumped up and started for me.
I pretended to try to get away, but I really let them catch me. They pushed me to the floor and one held my arms and another sat on my feet. I didn't struggle too hard.
Ann unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled them down to my knees. They were all looking at the bulge in my shorts, and it looked like they were going to chicken out and stop. I couldn't stand that, so I laughingly said, "I knew you couldn't pants me," and acted like I was trying to get up.
That did it! Ann grabbed the top of my shorts and started to pull them down. I was going out of my mind with anticipation. She had difficulty getting the shorts over my cock but when she did, my prick sprung out, hard and throbbing.
They were all silent for a while, and they just stared in awe at my engorged masculinity. The thrill I experienced while they devoured my penis and balls with their eyes was sensational.
"Wow, that's some thing!" Ann remarked. "My brother's isn't that big and nice looking." The others just continued to stare, with wide eyes, and my cock seemed to get harder and harder, if that was possible.
Ann picked up a book, looked at it, then at me. "I want to do what they're doing in this picture." As she said this she dropped off her little skirt and pulled down her panties.
I really started trying to get loose then and said, "If you want to do something, you girls got to show me your titties."
That seemed to appeal to them, and it ended up with the whole bunch taking all their clothes off. They must have experienced a wonderful release, because they all started dancing around the room.
I lost control, watching those nude nymphs dancing around me, tits bouncing and asses jiggling, and I started masturbating. I was really pounding away when Ada noticed what I was doing. She came over and sat down on the floor next to me. She had her knees up and I could see slightly hairy, projecting, outer lips open to reveal her dark red, moist inner folds.
"I've never seen a big boy's thing," she said with interest. "Why do you do that? Does it feel good?"
Her eyes never strayed from my jacking hand, and I said, "It sure does. I can't help doing it when I see all of you naked girls."
She had started rubbing her hand back and forth over her cunt. I watched her intently and was fascinated. Then impulsively, I reached out and caressed her tits. She jumped when I touched them and I pulled my hand back.
"Don't stop, play with them," she whimpered. I gently placed a hand on each one, and boy, did they feel good, so soft and spongy.
I started squeezing them, and bouncing them up and down, and she was rubbing herself faster and faster. She stopped, abruptly, and reached over and clasped my prick in her hand. It was my turn to jump then, but she didn't let go, she just started jacking it like I'd been doing. Her hot hand felt better than mine, and I could feel myself getting closer to the end.
I guess nature took over then, because I slowly, but deliberately, laid Ada on her back. Her legs spread apart and I could see not only her open cunt, but her anus as well. I climbed on top of her and tried to get my prick in. Finally she reached down and guided it home. Fortunately for both of us, she wasn't a virgin and my cock slipped right in.
It was my first fuck, and I'll tell you, it was tremendous!
The other girls saw us and came running over. I was pumping it good, and Ada was pushing up to meet every thrust of mine. I clamped onto her tits and damned near pulled them off. She was groaning and whining, and her cunt was biting down on my prick like a mouth without teeth.
"I can ... feel your ... bag bounce ... on ... my ... butt," Ada managed to say in between my ramming.
The other girls were at our feet, masturbating, as they watched my wet prick going in and out of Ada's moist cunt.
Soon I reached the end of the line and couldn't hold back any longer. With a tremendous surge forward, I discharged a salvo of spurts into her hungry cunt, and it seemed I couldn't stop coming. I thought I had hurt her because she cried out when she had her orgasm in unison with me.
I rolled off of Ada, onto my back, and my prick squirted out a few more weak shots, much to the enjoyment of Kit and Ann. They both reached out and started playing with my wet cock and hanging ball bag.
Ann laid down on the floor, with her finger in her cunt, jigging in and out, and asked me to do it to her. I didn't have a hard any more, and when I didn't make a move she got to her knees, bent over, and sucked my limp prick into her mouth.
After she got it hard I ended up fucking her, too!
That was quite an experience with those girls, one I'll never forget. I guess I was definitely hooked oil exhibiting myself from then on. I enjoyed hearing a girl praise my genitals, especially if she was startled at seeing them to start with.
I started exhibiting myself in alleys, basements, and wherever the opportunity presented itself, and I still enjoy it. I could tell you many more stories about my experiences.
De: We can do that later, if you like, but for now I think you have given me sufficient information to understand how your sexual development was channeled into the mainstream of exhibitionism. You seem to have very good insight, to be able to understand the reasons for your unusual sex habits.
P: I didn't think too much about it, until I met Kim. Since we were both involved in the same practices, sexually, we took it upon ourselves to discover the reasons behind our unusual behavior. We have had many deep discussions on the matter, and still do, in fact.
I knew I was doing wrong, all those years, but until Kim and I analyzed our sexual backgrounds, I didn't know why. It was very enlightening.
K: The same situation confronted me, also. We were in the same boat. I was drowning in a sea of remorse and felt I was gradually being sucked into a whirlpool of total degradation. Now that we understand the reasons, I feel we have complete control ourselves. At least the worry and shame has been eliminated.
De: Well, I must give you two credit for the intelligent, rational way you have handled your problems. In my work it is extremely rare to encounter persons who will, or are able to, discover the meaning of or reasons for their actions or thoughts. Your approach is well grounded and acceptable, in my estimation.
P: Thank you.
De: All right, Kim, let's get down to your story. Why don't you just sit back and tell me the basics-your first awareness of sex and the incident that you feel was most traumatic in the development of your sex drive.
Kim's story:
When I was eleven years old I saw my parents having intercourse. I knew quite a lot about sex, but mainly things the other girls talked about. I had an older brother, a year older, and I had seen him playing with himself several times, so I did know what the male equipment looked liked. I had also begun to practice masturbation. I was at the age of intense curiosity. I wanted to know what everything was about, mainly sex.
I must have watched my parents a full hour that night and they did everything. I didn't know there was so many different things to do. Of course, I've done them all myself since then. My father took my mother both orally and in the regular way, you know, putting his penis in her vagina. He also put his penis in her anus, and he had her suck on his penis. My dad was really hung. It looks big to me today; how big do you think it must have looked to me when I was eleven!
As I watched them, I really started thinking about trying all of it myself. I felt like I could talk my brother Jim into trying something with me. I had played with his penis and made it hard, several times. He had a good size for his age.
The next day we went into the woods. I was afraid our parents wouldn't like what we were doing, so I thought we better hide. When we go to this secluded thicket, a thicket surrounded by brush and brambles, I induced Jim to open his pants, and then I started playing with his dick. While I was doing this I told him to put his hand on my pussy. He did, and boy, did we get going on each other's organs!
Pretty soon I stopped playing with Jim, and I took off my dress and told him to take off his clothes. He wasn't wearing a shirt, so when he dropped his pants he was naked as a jaybird. I fixed our clothes into a sort of pallet, and I got on my back. I was thinking how Mom had taken Dad's thing into her mouth, and how Dad had put his mouth on Mom's thing, and I asked Jim if he would put his mouth on mine. I really wanted to see how that would feel.
Jim just stood there shaking his head. I really was determined to get him to do something like that to me, though, so I told him I'd do him first if he would do me second. He agreed to that and I told him how to straddle my chest the way Dad had done to my mom. She had Dad put his dick between her tits and then, as he worked his dick between her tits she sucked him off. I didn't have tits as big as Mom but they were big enough to cover a dick.
When Jim put his prick between my titties I bent my head forward and clamped my lips over it. When I did that, Jim's body got as rigid as a person being electrocuted.
Jim did everything I told him to do, and shortly, I could feel his cock throbbing, as I kissed, licked, and sucked on it. I felt his thing getting bigger, and I opened my mouth like I'd seen Mom do, and I milked him, like she had done to my dad. I felt him jerking, down there, and I waited for the stuff to come. Nothing happened except that he just groaned a little and squirmed. Naturally, I didn't know a boy had to older than Jim to shoot off. I was all excited playing with him and I was really sick that he didn't shoot. I really wanted to know what it tasted like and if I would enjoy it as much as Mom did.
When it was his turn he didn't much want to keep his part of the promise, but I finally talked him into it by promising to give him my dessert at dinnertime.
Anyway, I finally got him to get his face right in front of my pussy. He just looked at it at first and then, he told me that I didn't smell good. I told him it didn't make any difference, that he had promised. I was really getting hot by then, because he had rubbed me there some more, and his breath had been blowing on me down there.
He finally agreed to go on, and he started licking me all in the middle. I remember how Mom had told Dad to open her up, to stick his tongue into her, and then how she had told him to nibble on her up at the top of her split. I was really getting to feel like I was on a cloud, so I told Jim to do that to me. By then, he had gotten over the strange thing he was doing, and he went ahead. At first, he tried to get his tongue into me, but of course, I still had my cherry. I was concerned, though, because I wondered why I didn't have a hole in me to take a thing like I had seen Mom take. I knew that I had to have one down there somewhere.
I told Jim I wanted him to stick his thing in me, but it was still limber. He tried, though, and after he had rubbed around down there for a little while, I could feel him getting hard again. Of course, he didn't have a peter anything like my dad did, being twelve years old, but then again, I wasn't full grown either. I guess he was about four inches long.
I did like I had seen Mom do-I took his thing with my hands and nuzzled it around until I felt it trying to go inside me. You may not believe me on this score, but I was really relieved. As I said, I had been afraid I was deformed or something, without a hole.
There was about six magazines, in all, and when I opened the third one, a little book dropped out. It had a cartoon character on the cover, and I couldn't figure out why it was inside the magazine. I was really amazed when I opened it up and looked at the pictures. Guys were putting their things into girls, girls were sucking guys' dicks, guys were screwing gals in the ass, they were doing everything!
Well, that book really turned me on. My hand went between my legs, and I sure started rubbing. I could feel my little titties tighten up, and the nipples pushing out. Finally, I asked Neal, who was hung-up on TV, where the toilet was. He pointed to the same door his father had used.
The bathroom was on my left, and when I went into the little hallway I automatically looked right and boy, did I see a sight! Through the bedroom door I could see Neal's father, from the waist down, lying back on the bed. I could only see him from the waist down because the bed was to the side of the door. Anyway, there was Kirk, on the bed, bare-ass naked. I stood there watching him playing with his dick, and he had a nice one. It was average size, but it was the straightest one I've ever seen, and the color was just a bit darker than skin color. It was about six inches long and about an inch and a half across. His balls were enough to fill both of my hands. I've seen bigger cocks, but his was pretty.
He started jacking off when I went into the bathroom to do my business. When I came out, he was out of sight, so I went back into the front room. Pretty soon he came in wearing one of those wrap-around towel things, with a pocket in it, and sat down. Sitting on the floor, where I was, I could look right up his legs. I could see everything! His cock and balls were in plain view! I was getting so hot I was blushing all over; my body felt like it was burning up!
Kirk sent Neal off to bed and got himself another beer. After a few swallows he said, "Kim, do you know that you have a very pretty body?"
"No." I answered, greatly embarrassed.
"Come over here to me a minute, honey, let me get a good look at you."
I walked over to him and stood there like I was hypnotized.
He put his arm around me, and the touch of his hand burned into my flesh. Then he started kind of rubbing my back and said, "I think you are a very sweet, pretty young lady, Kim," and as he spoke his hand kept getting lower and lower, until it was on my ass. I had goose bumps all over, from his arm and hand.
"Here, sit on my lap, pretty thing," he said as he reached out both hands and turned me sideways. When I sat down I could feel his cock getting hard right under my butt. I was turned on so much I would have done anything for this guy!
He wanted to know if I had a lot of boyfriends, and I told him no. While he was talking to me he started running his hand up and down my legs, above my knees. His hand sent shivers through my body, and I was loving every minute of it.
He pushed my dress up to my panties and remarked very seriously, "You certainly do have beautiful legs, Kim-has anyone ever told you that?"
"No," I answered, "but I think they're as pretty as my mom's."
His tube of flesh was rock hard, and it felt like I was sitting on a Coke bottle. I squirmed and wiggled my ass on his hardness, every time his hand moved up the inner side ofymy thigh-partly from wanting to, and partly because I couldn't control it!
He continued telling me how pretty I was, while he caressed my legs, and after a while he said, "Stand up a minute, Kim-I want to see all of your legs, your sweet, sexy legs."
I stood in front of him and he reached under my dress, slipped his hand into my panties top, and slowly brought them down my legs. I automatically stepped out of them. He reached out and lifted my dress to my waist, and his eyes were looking at my pussy so strongly I could feel them there!
"Turn around, lovely one, so I can enjoy your beauty in back."
I could actually feel his eyes travel down my spine and over my buttocks, and then on each cheek. He reached out and very smoothly ran his hand over my cheeks and then gently squeezed them. I was getting so weak my legs were about to give way. He slipped his hand up my inner thighs again, going all the way to my pussy. When he touched my sex lips I sort of fell onto him.
He stood up then, holding me on my feet, and said, "Let's go over to the couch, honey," and he helped me over there.
I slumped down onto the couch, with my ass on the edge and my legs straight out. My pussy lips were so hot they were open and panting.
Kirk got on his knees in front of me and put a hand on each thigh. With a little pressure he pushed my legs further apart, and then he lowered his head to my hot pink slot.
When Jim had licked my cunt, as clumsy as he was, it felt real good, but good god, it was nothing like the way Kirk was lapping me! He started out running his tongue up my lips, like a cat lapping up its milk. Pretty soon he started sticking his tongue into the center of my cunt and licking up the inside to my clitoris. A few times he gave my clitoris a good licking, just enough to drive me crazy. I wanted him to stay there, but he would move down again. His tongue then started flicking in and out of my hole. He had a long tongue because I could feel it penetrating my inner folds, and it felt like a prick. Then he went back to licking the lips up and down. My ass was up off the couch by this time, and I thought if he didn't start sucking on my clit I'd faint. Suddenly, he added something new. He cupped his mouth over my hole and started forcing air in and then sucking it all out, blowing and sucking!
I was panting, my lips were swollen, and I thought my titties would burst, they hurt so much. My whole body was shaking. I wanted to tell him to get on my clit, but I couldn't utter a word.
I vaguely remember that he was jacking off while he was licking my cunt. He must have been ready to shoot, because he finally, finally got his tongue on my clit, and really started to suck and crush his tongue on it. I felt like my whole body was a skyrocket, headed for the stars. Then it happened, my skyrocket body suddenly burst into a million tiny, glowing fragments, which slowly drifted down to earth.
I collapsed onto the couch with his head laying heavily in my lap. He eventually lifted his head and stood up. I could see his sperm all over his hand and cock, what a load! I didn't realize that there was more on the floor, too!
When he came back from the bathroom he told me I had better get my panties on and get home. He told me we could do it again if I didn't tell anyone. I decided then and there that I would do nothing to jeopardize my chances of having another experience like the one I just had!
I went back for more, several times, only we used the bed instead of the uncomfortable couch. We'd romp and wrestle around on the bed, and have a ball. He'd let me play with his georgeous prick and balls to my heart's content, and he really loved to have me suck him off! Pretty soon he'd start telling me how beautiful and sweet I was, and then start eating my puss. We added something, though-I would roll over onto my stomach and he'd lick my ass-hole. Boy that sure did give me a thrill!
One time I started playing hard to get. I was naked, on the bed, but I wouldn't let him do anything. He'd had a lot of beer that night, and he wasn't ready for games, so he got mad and went into the front room. I called to him several times and when he didn't come I went to him, stark naked! I stood in the doorway, with one hand on my hip, and asked him to come into the bedroom, but he just kept reading a newspaper. Finally I started walking and dancing around the room, rubbing my titties and pussy. I knew I had him when I saw that throbbing, handsome prick, that I had made hard. I was always proud of the way I could make it get so hard, without coming near it, just with my body. He eventually went back into the bedroom; naturally, look who he was dealing with!
There is no doubt in my mind that my experience with Kirk was the basis that established my interest in, and my desire for, exhibitionism.
De: An experience such as the one you just described would definitely tend to direct one's sexual requirements toward exhibitionism, I must agree, Kim. How long have you been a "confirmed exhibitor"?
K: Oh, I guess I was what you call confirmed, doing it all the time, when I was about sixteen. I was giving "shows" in school, sports functions, and just about everywhere. I sure got a lot of action that way.
De: By action, I assume you mean sex. K: That's right.
De: Why don't the two of you tell me how in the world you met and how you got together.
P: It was kind of an unbelievable situation. I was living in a second-floor apartment. The bedroom window overlooked the back yard, and the kids used to play in the yard all the time. There were several cute little girls, about nine and ten years old, among them. I, of course, made it a point to exhibit myself to them. I'd walk in front of the window, with a big hard-on, and they used to really enjoy looking at me. Sometimes I'd get on the bed, it was next to the window, and stand on my knees with my ass pointing toward the window. They had a view of my ass-hole and balls with my dick hanging between them. They used to stand in the yard, rubbing their little pussies, while they watched me.
Sometimes, I'd stand sideways in the window and jack off a little; then I'd run into the closet, along side the bedroom, and listen at the window to hear their remarks. I heard some dillies, too.
Well, I was doing this action one day, and when I got to the window in the closet, I looked across to the building behind mine, and I saw a gal walking around nude! Now I'm just as human as the next guy, and I really watched her.
K: I might as well break in here. Of course, I was the girl he saw. I didn't know at the time that he was watching me, though.
I too lived on the second floor. I find that it's the best spot to be seen from the most places. You can be seen from the street, and all of the buildings around you. I used to always choose the second floor for that reason. Anyway, believe it or not, I also had my little audience.
There were four boys, two lived in my building, and they all played together most of the time. They were about twelve or thirteen years old.
De: It seems you had a more mature audience, Kim.
K: I thought it was funny too. Anyhow, my little group would meet in the garage, behind my building. There was a small window, facing the building, and they would watch me from there. I could just make out their faces. One time there was a light on in the garage and one of the boys opened the door and left before the others. When he opened the door I got a good glimpse of the others, and they were all jacking off! That thrilled me to death, because I knew they were hacking away at their little pricks because of me!
After the boy closed the door I tried to see through the window, but I couldn't quite make anything out. I have a pair of binoculars that I use for sports events and things, so I dug them out and went into the kitchen, it's next to the bedroom, and looked through the garage window with the glasses. I could see everything! The boys were really going to town. There's nothing much I enjoy more than to watch a bunch of young guys whipping their pricks! It got a little rough after a while, though-they started sticking their dicks in each other's ass-holes! Pretty soon they went to the window to look at me again, so I had to get back. For some reason I sort of scanned the glasses over Phil's building, and I saw this handsome, naked guy prancing in front of his window with a big hard-on!
P: We don't know who saw who first, actually, but I couldn't see this girl good enough from my closet, so I also have binoculars, and in fact, they were right there in the closet! Looking through them, I had a beautiful close-up on the nude girl. She was so striking, I just stood there and jacked off, while I looked at her! I was pretty mad, later, because I shot my sperm all over a new shirt I was going to wear that night!
We looked at each other like that for quite a few days. Finally I decided to try to meet this lovely girl. It was obvious to both of us that we must be doing the same thing, that is, exhibiting. It was about three weeks later that I made my move. I checked the location of her apartment in the building, and then I walked over there. I went up to the second floor, to the location of her apartment, got the number off the door, and went back down to the mailboxes. Sure enough, there was her name! I went home then, but the next day I knocked on her door.
K: Yeah, I was lying on my bed, getting hotter than hell reading a sex novel, when I heard a knock at the door. I was bare-ass naked, but you know me, I went right to the door. When I opened it I was shook. I didn't really recognize him, but he's so good-looking I accepted him on sight. He said something about having something important, and interesting, to tell me. I was standing so that one tit and a lot of leg was showing from behind the door. I was so hot at that point that I reached in a chair by the door, grabbed a skimpy little robe, threw it over me, and let him in. Before the afternoon was over that robe was discarded.
Well, after we compared notes, we had wonderful sex, and we've been together ever since!
There is little else I can add to this case. This couple seems to know and understand the reasons behind their problem, if it is a problem.
CASE HISTORY:
Gaye
Since coitus analis (the use of the anal orifice for sexual purposes) was Gaye's prime pleasure, I wish to make a few comments concerning this aberration.
From the legal view point, sodomy, or buggery, is strongly condemned in many states. It is a felony in forty-six states but is not a crime in New Hampshire or Vermont. The maximum sentences also vary considerably across the country. In Colorado, Georgia, and Nevada a person can get a life sentence; thirty years in five other states; and six states carry a maximum of only five years! In California the sentence is not less than one year.
The crime consists in inserting the penis into the anal orifice of man or woman or in having any kind of sexual intercourse with an animal. The former practice is sometimes known as sodomy, the latter as bestiality. In the case of sodomy between a man and a woman, each may be equally liable-even when the couple are husband and wife, and each consents to the act!
That the anal area is erotically sensitive may not be known to everyone; but stimulation of the genitals normally causes contraction of the muscles around the anal orifice, and vice versa, and after orgasm, the anal sphincter can be seen to open and close convulsively. Both men and women may be capable of reaching orgasm as a result of anal stimulation, and there is no doubt that some people enjoy being penetrated by this route.
The Marquis de Sade, whose multiple perversions would have lost much of their charm for him if he had not been a moralist, preferred sodomy, because its practice seemed closer than vaginal intercourse to the "wickedness" upon which his heart was set.
English law, in prescribing so severe a penalty for an act which, although aesthetically unattractive, seems between consenting adults to be harmless, is reflecting a prejudice which is both ecclesiastical and medieval; for, throughout the middle ages, sodomy and heresy were closely linked. Even today, however, certain persons seem to regard anal intercourse with a kind of fascinated horror. In February 1962, Mr. John Sparrow wrote a long article in Encounter intended to show that a passage in Lady Chatterley's Lover described the act. Mr. Sparrow believes that if the jury had realized this, they might have been sufficiently shocked to disallow the publication of D.H. Lawrence's novel. It is also reasonable to suppose that not everyone finds the practice of sodomy either as distasteful or worth as much detailed attention as Mr. Sparrow seems to expect.
My involvement with the Gaye case began with a telephone call from a very good friend of mine, a physician, who asked if I would be interested in a young lady whose sexual practices had caused her physical harm. I told him I certainly would appreciate the information. We arranged a meeting on a certain date, and at that time he related to me his knowledge of the unfortunate girl, Gaye.
Gaye was an attractive, intelligent young woman of twenty-two. She had a bright personality and was, with the exception of one problem, in ideal health. It was because of this problem that my friend was consulted by Gaye.
It seems Gaye had a severely ruptured anus and an extremely serious case of hemorrhoids. She had been in such pain she found it necessary to acquire the services of a doctor.
Upon examination the doctor discovered that her anal orifice had been torn open in several places, and several of the veins surrounding the anus had ruptured and distended.
He quickly ministered to her wounds, utilizing stitches in several places. When he had completed his task, he questioned Gaye as to what caused these serious wounds.
Gaye was extremely reluctant to disclose any information concerning her injuries, but the doctor persisted and was eventually rewarded with her full disclosure of the facts.
It seems that Gaye, who is, as we shall see shortly, an exhibitionist, accepted an offer to go on a date with a man whom she had known only casually. The man had tried many times to take Gaye out but she had always put him off. Since she was in the habit of flaunting her figure, especially her buttocks, it was generally decided by the men who knew her, that she was, or must be, easy to "make." This being the general feeling, it disturbed this particular man to an extreme when Gaye turned him down. He did not feel that she could amount to much, and for her to put him down was a little too much for him. He also had heard that she liked it in the anus, which was quite obvious, when you consider her continual exploitation of her buttocks.
After Gaye had accepted his invitation, for a certain evening, the man started making plans. On the night of the date he felt he had everything in readiness (this from a statement, by him, to the authorities).
The man had three other men with him when he picked Gaye up in his car. He explained them by telling her they were also invited but had no way to get there, so he was just helping them out. In actuality, these three disliked the way Gaye teased and taunted them, as much as did her date. They had all been turned down for dates, many times, by Gaye.
She hesitated a bit, then decided to go along with them. The man drove to the outskirts of town to an abandoned house. She refused to get out of the car, so they pulled her out and practically dragged her into the old house.
Once inside, lanterns were lit and covers placed over the windows. There were some old pieces of furniture in the room, a couch, a table, and two old chairs, one overstuffed and one wooden. Gaye was thrown onto the couch.
As she lay crying on the couch, the man said, "okay baby, you been throwin' your ass around for a long time. You act like you want to fuck, but you never give out. You get a kick outa showin' your cunt an' ass to everybody, show it to us now."
With that, he ripped off her blouse and skirt.
Gaye screamed and fought, but she was no match for the three men. "Go ahead and holler, you no-good cunt. Nobody can hear you way out here!" Then they all laughed.
Gaining a little composure, Gaye tried to plead with them not to hurt her, but that just made them laugh all the more. She jumped to her feet, only to be shoved back onto the couch.
"No use trying that, baby, you ain't goin' no place, for a while, anyway," the man told her with a grin.
"Now we're goin' to get us a good look at that pussy of yours you think is so special," he said as he grasped her flimsy panties in his work-hardened hand and ripped them off in one quick yank. At the same time another tore off her bra.
They weren't laughing now, as they stood there and looked down on Gaye's lush, supple nude body. The large, pointed breasts with their light pink nipples, hardened by the chill of the evening air, flat stomach, with it's deeply indented navel, curving down to her pouting, sparsely covered sex lips, all quivering from her deep, pitiful sobs.
"okay, you guys, let's get on with it." the leader said, his voice shattering the silence like a breaking pane of glass.
"Get her in position while I take my clothes off."
The others pulled Gaye up and draped her, face down, over one of the arms of the couch, her buttocks high in the air. Even though she was in a very serious, frightening situation, she began to get aroused, in this sodomite's position of love-makeing. She turned her head, as well as she could, and saw the weapon of her attacker.
As accustomed as she was to being penetrated anally by a penis, she was concerned when she saw the man's formidable sex tool. It was at least nine inches long and about two inches in diameter, and the head appeared to be another half inch larger! She became both nervous and excited at the thought of that mammoth penis penetrating her. If he was gentle and well lubricated, she concluded that she would probably enjoy every inch of it.
This was not to be the case, however. The man positioned himself behind Gaye and slapped his penis against her cheeks. "I'm really gonna enjoy jammin' this hunk of meat inta your fuckin' ass, baby. It's gonna feel good to me, but you might hurt a little. I hope ya hurt a lot."
For his own physical protection, he stuck his penis into her vagina to get some lubrication. Then she could feel the engorged head of his organ start pushing into her. She groaned as the collar of the head passed through the small opening and start its trip into her entrails.
He was not gentle, by any means, and after the head of his penis passed through the orifice, he jammed it in up to his balls. He used such force that she felt his balls bounce up against her cunt.
He then started a tremendous piston action, pulling out to the rim of her hole and then slamming in to the hilt. Gaye gasped and whimpered each time it went in; she could feel herself being torn apart with each jab. But as these things will happen, she began to get a sensual feeling from his massive member's action. She remembered the way it looked when she saw it before the attack, and thinking about that giant thing going into her rectum made her become so aroused, she was no longer aware of the pain. She began to build up to an orgasm.
The man was working faster and faster, panting and grunting with each downward stroke. His organ began to swell with the oncoming orgasm. It became so enlarged, he could hardly move it in and out.
Suddenly his sperm completed the trip through the long pulsing penis and burst forth with the force of a fire hose! He climaxed with a whole series of jerks and gasps, the sweat dripping from his chest.
Gaye reached her climax simultaneously and writhed and cried out. The ring of her anus clamped around his penis so tightly that he winced at the pressure. She finally relaxed, and he was able to withdraw.
Gaye lay there, bleeding and whimpering, as the pain began to return. She felt as if a red-hot poker had been inserted into her anal orifice. If she thought this was the end of her tribulation, she was mistaken.
The other three men took her the same way, even though she was torn and bleeding. They were not quite as large as their predecessor, but they added to her injuries considerably.
Not being satisfied with their lustful assault on the poor girl, they began to insert various articles into her anus, including a large piece of iron pipe they found on the premises. They photographed many of these things, while inserted, with a Polaroid camera, and the pictures were later recovered by the authorities.
After the men had exhausted their ideas for further perverse activities, they replaced the torn clothes on Gaye, as best they could, and released her in front of her apartment with the warning that if she tried to cause them any trouble, they would do her further bodily harm. They also reminded her of the photographs they had taken.
Following her confession to the doctor as to the cause of her injuries, the men were eventually apprehended and convicted for their assault on the girl.
Gaye allowed me but a brief interview. She informed me that she planned to continue her anal-intercourse activities, as soon as she was healed from this terrible experience. It seems the incident had no traumatic effect on her. I also learned that she is not a compulsive exhibitionist, but rather an exhibitionist out of necessity. She is convinced that this is the only way she can acquire a man who will accomplish the only sexual act she enjoys. Since she has not learned a lesson from her sad experience, I do hope she discontinues to be a so-called tease and that she is more discriminate in choosing her sexual partners in the future.
CASE HISTORY:
Teena
Teena! Her name is certainly apropos, since she is a teenager, and she is tiny. Her sylphish body and pixie-like face, coupled with a strange, feminine seductiveness that seems to permeate the room she is in, caused many a male's juices to start flowing. She was keenly aware of her potent power over the male of the species and used it with the personality of a Lorelei.
She was sixteen years old when I was first introduced to her. She had darkish blonde hair, was about five feet tall, and weighed a mere eighty-five pounds. Her facial features were small, with the exception of her large, bright eyes. Her upper teeth protruded slightly, giving her a cute, impish look.
Her breasts, being covered by nothing more than a tight-fitting jersey slipover, were quite easy to perceive. They were a symmetrically perfect cone shape, terminated with small pea-size nipples. Their solidness was just soft enough to allow them to bounce invitingly when she walked.
Her exceptionally well-formed legs were small but proportionate to her body, and she was not hesitant to exhibit as much of them as possible from under her microskirt.
I became acquainted with Teena through my son, Mark, who was sixteen years old at the time. He had met Teena at an ice-skating rink, and they hit it off so well together that they spent the day together, skating and eating hot dogs. Mark walked her home that afternoon, and they more or less went steady after that day.
One day Mark wanted me to take him over to her house, and since he wanted me to meet her, I drove him there.
Teena was playing ball in the street with her two sisters, one twelve and the other eleven, and a boy fourteen years old, when we drove up to her house. Mark got out of the car and when she saw him she ran over to the car, threw her arms around him, and kissed him. After releasing him she pulled herself up onto the hood of the car and sat there talking to Mark.
Her two little sisters, totally devoid of any shyness whatever, ran over to our car and started talking to me. The youngest was wearing only shorts and was unconcerned that her little developing breasts were completely exposed. In fact, several times, when reaching for a pen in my shirt pocket or in some other playful action, her little breasts rubbed against my bare arm. I actually began to suspect that she was doing it on purpose, since she would always look down and giggle each time.
The twelve-year-old, at least, was wearing a small, loose halter. She was on the right side of the car and was also trying to reach me, playfully. Quite often she would stand with her hands on top of the car, leaning in the window. When she did that, the inadequate halter would lift off of her plum-shaped, tiny-nippled breasts. I know full well that she was aware of what was happening.
Suddenly I realized I was actually seeing exhibitionism in its early, developmental stages! These girls were purposely putting on a show for my benefit, each trying to outdo the other! If her two little sisters are as precocious as this, what must fourteen-year-old Teena be like? I wondered!
Mark finally brought Teena over to me and introduced her. Before she slid off the hood of the car she reached down and nonchalantly printed something in the dust on the hood, with her finger.
After talking a short while, long enough for me to become more interested in Teena, we left. As I waved at the girls I noticed the young one was waving with one hand and rubbing her breasts with the other!
During the drive home I interrogated Mark about Teena. He had little information to offer, since he hadn't known her very long. He did tell me that her father was a construction worker and drank a lot and that her mother also worked. She baby-sat with her sisters until her parents came home. He also told me that she acted like she would be "easy to make."
On our arrival home I remembered the writing on the hood. Glancing down I saw, in large printed letters, the words, Fuck is fun.
I thought little more about the incident, until she called asking for Mark. He wasn't home, so she started talking with me.
She told me they didn't have a phone at home and that she was calling from a friend's house. I assumed it was a girl-friend, but she told me it was a man whom she does work for. I was curious, at this point, and asked her what sort of work she did for him. She was very hesitant to tell me, but I finally got the story from her-in very few words, I might add. "If you promise not to tell Mark, I'll tell you." I promised and then she said bluntly, "I give this guy blow jobs." The remainder of her conversation consisted of the men she "blew," and the boys she "fucked," continually making me promise I wouldn't tell Mark.
She called several time after that, telling me all the latest conquests she had made and some that she would like to make. She also stated that she enjoyed giving a "blow job" to men nineteen and older. During each call she would proposition me several times, either by implication or directly.
I was completely overwhelmed and fascinated by this young lady. Finally, during one of her calls I explained the type of work that I do and I asked her if she would mind if I interviewed her, for my research. She eagerly said yes, and then added, "I bet I know the real reason you want me to come see you." I just shook my head in amazement, as I hung up the phone. This could be a most interesting case, indeed.
Teena hit my office like the sun rising over a mountain. The whole room became bright and alive when she entered. I could sense her presence before I looked up from my work.
She sat down in the chair next to my desk, allowing her microskirt to remove itself from her legs. I am an experienced interviewer and have interviewed every type of personality; as a result I am accustomed to most of their overt actions. I am also human, and when an experienced seductress sits in a chair the way Teena did, I am forced to look down and enjoy the view. And what a view, her legs were exposed up to her crotch!
I am not ashamed to admit that I had to force myself to return to the business at hand. I pulled my eyes away from her limbs and said, "Teena, I want you to pull your dress down, as far as that little strip of cloth will go, and we will begin the interview."
"What's the matter, Julie, don't you like girls' legs, or don't you like girls?" she asked, as she tugged at her skirt.
"That's not the point, Teena. Showing me your endowments is not part of this research." I said it seriously and, I hoped, convincingly.
I guess, because of the leg show, I hadn't noticed the blouse she was wearing. Looking at her now I was a bit shocked. It was one of those sheer, tight-fitting affairs, and what you couldn't see visibly was presented in outline.
I cleared my throat and asked, "Why do you think you go with so many different males, Teena? Do you have any idea?"
"I don't know, Julie, I never thought about it. I just dig guys, I guess. I love to be with a man!"
"How long have you been aware of the sex differences between a male and female?" I asked.
"Hell, I don't know, ever since I can remember, I suppose."
"Well, tell me, do you remember your first sex experience?"
"Oh, I probably could if I thought about it. Why do we have to talk about things like that?" she asked, seeming to be a little bored.
"All right, what would you like to talk about?"
"You, Julie. How old are you?
"I'm thirty-six," I answered quickly.
"How tall are you?" she fired back.
"Six feet."
"Do you like sex?"
"Just a minute, Teena, let's stop this right now. I'm seriously trying to get answers to certain questions, information that will enable me to analyze the various sexual habits of females. You're not helping one bit, pulling a stunt like that."
"Crap," she said. She asked me the way to the ladies' room. I told her, and while she was gone I tried to figure out tactics that would enable me to get the information I wanted. I could see how futile it was to try to find out about her early experiences, at least during this session. I decided that I would just let her discuss any part of her life she felt like discussing, and let it go at that.
On her return, she very demurely sat down in the chair, her skirt halfway to her knees and her hands in her lap.
"I promise I'll be good now, Mr. De Armond," she said, looking up at me with those big round eyes.
"Well, Teena, I've decided to allow you to discuss anything in your life that you care to. At least I'll get some knowledge of you as a person," I told her in a fatherly voice.
"I'll tell you this much about me," she said seriously. "I like, and prefer, older men. The young guys are sometimes a lot of fun to be with, but when it gets right down to it they are too inexperienced. They don't know how to treat a girl."
While she was talking, she got up, came over to me, and sat in my lap!
"A girl-likes to be fondled and petted. A young guy is too crude, he just wants to get down to business. An older guy uses his hands so wonderfully, and the way he talks while he is caressing the girl is wild."
Suddenly she grabbed my hand and jammed it between her legs! I was totally hypnotized by her talk and this action took me by complete surprise.
I jumped up immediately. She just stood there, giggling, and looking at me.
I told her that I thought we had better consider the interview at an end.
"In that case..." she said, with a strange look in her eye.
Teena left shortly, and I wondered if I should continue my study of her. I decided that I would, and at some later date, I will.
Teena, an unusual case, indeed!
CONCLUSIONS
Freud wrote, "The turning around of an instinct upon the subject is suggested to us by the reflection that masochism is actually sadism turned around upon the subject's own ego, and that exhibitionism includes the love of gazing at the subject's own body."
The male exhibitionist is more-likely to be arrested than is the female. The complaint to the police when a nude man parades by someone's window with the shades up would not necessarily have been made if the exhibitionist had been a female. So while exhibitionism is not rare among females, there is a great amount of psychoanalytic material concerning it.
It should also be considered that if a person is to exhibit himself there must be someone to look; one compliments the other. Thus, we have a fellow traveler, the voyeur.
Recorded cases of female exhibitionists are rare indeed, and I have made an effort to bring to light some of the cases that most exemplify what can, and does, happen if this sexual drive becomes uncontrollable. But I again say, there must be a watcher to complete the picture.
As Burch Robbins and Lad Crawford state in their book The Secret Watchers, "The fact that voyeurism and exhibitionism are closely entwined is given credence by the Freudian theory that all sexual deviations stem from a desire to repeat the sexual tendencies of childhood. Freud further cites childish sexual play is built around the desire to see the opposite sex's genitals and the desire to show one's genitals in return."
In his book The Art of Love, W. F. Robie states, "There is no adult human being who has not desired or perpetrated some sexual act which is an irregularity or a deviation from what is called the normal process; yet we do not call all men perverse. If one has an insistent demand for such deviation, and yet has voluntary control over it, his misfortune is called a perversity. If he has no control, and the special practice is substituted for the normal act, it is called a perversion. Masturbation may, in some rare instances, become a perversion. Cunnilingus, fellatio, etc., often become such. Pederasty, sadism, masochism, etc., are usually such.
"The professional man may not attach much moral significance to the incorrect use of this term; but the laity certainly do so; and it is unfortunate that the term is used so generally outside its proper connotation."
Like atomic energy, sex is a force which can be used to harm society, or to improve it.
