Chapter 3

The Seductress As Exhibitionist

While this book deals in the main with women who introduce young boys to initiation in fucking or similar acts like gamahuching, we find still another group o adult female who must be considered as falling into the scope of our context.

These women obtain sexual arousal and, even in some cases, orgasmic satisfaction, just by exhibiting their bodies in various stages of nakedness to young boys.

One immediate example which comes to mind is a woman who will sit carelessly in a restaurant, bus, or park so that her upper thighs are disclosed to view. When she sees a boy watching her, she will either maintain the pose or exaggerate it so that he sees even more.

When such women are asked about why they do what they do, they only answer that they refuse to be intimidated by a mere youngster, and that if he wants to look, let him. This, however, is not at all accurate from the psychiatric point of view. Either the woman is what we call vulgarly a "teaser" or an exhibitionist. As we shall see in a further chapter, such conduct may be a preface to seduction, but that aspect in itself will not be considered here.

CASE HISTORY: Marianne D-

Marianne D had been married at the age of twenty-eight and enjoyed a moderately happy marriage with her husband for about four years. He fucked her once or twice a week regularly, and though he was not a very imaginative lover, it was, to quote her, "good enough for what I needed."

However, while riding a bus one day, Marianne noticed a boy of about fifteen staring at her from across the aisle. When she took particular notice of the way he was looking and glanced down at herself, she discovered that much of her left thigh was visible to him.

About to pull her dress down, she then changed her mind. When she glanced at the boy, she was certain that he was excited, which gave her a sense of power. Without letting him know that she was aware of his glances, Marianne began to cross her legs frequently, and to be sure that she displayed a little more of her thigh each time.

By the time the boy got up to leave the bus, Marianne could see that he had a hard-on, which made the little episode all the more thrilling for her. Just a few stops later, a man took the seat which the boy had occupied, and she noticed him also stealing glimpses of her legs. This did not interest Marianne in the least, so she promptly and almost angrily pulled down her dress.

So the next time she rode on the bus, Marianne made a point of sitting on the side seat where there was a boy opposite her. Once again she played this teasing game and she found the boy rose to the bait. Eventually this became a most exciting hobby, so much so that often, as a means both of killing time and amusing herself, Marianne would spend an entire afternoon riding busses and keeping an actual count of the number of boys with whom she played this game.

But before long, she began to think about them while she got ready at night to be fucked by her husband. Thinking like this only made the act of fucking more enjoyable for her, but in turn her own increased arousal drew a greater response from her husband, who in turn became a more interested and passionate lover.

Convinced that she had found a whole new dimension to life, Marianne stepped up the pace of her game, and her triumphs were even more numerous. I have met her and talked with her and she tells me that she still plays the "game" every chance she gets. "Also, Dr. Klow, I think that you'd like to know that Jim-that's my husband-is fucking me two and three times a week, and sometimes even more. It seems to have excited him too, although of course I haven't told him how I like to have him love me in bed."

So here we have an example of a classic "teaser" who would not even think of permitting a boy to touch her, who would be horrified at the thought of corrupting an innocent young man.

When we examine her conduct, we have to admit that she is doing them no harm. They see nothing they haven't seen before, and if some of the boys hurry home to jack off after this enticement, that is hardly harmful because boys are aroused to jack-off whether from such an experience as this or from looking at girlie books, the lingerie ads in magazines, or the candid erotic scenes shown in movies.

However, as we shall see from a perusal of other cases I have had, not all exhibitionists are quite so complicated as Marianne.

CASE HISTORY: Vivian I-

Vivian I-, a married woman of thirty-eight, was average in most respects as regards physical appearance, and enjoyed an average but not exciting marriage. When I first met her, she had a daughter of sixteen and a son of thirteen. This woman had never thought of exhibitionism, and like her husband, had a rather mundane outlook toward sex. A change came over her one evening when she walked into her second-floor bedroom.

Just as she was about to turn on the light, she noticed a movement through a window across the way. Though there was very little light in the room across the way, she was able to make out the figure of the neighbor's fourteen-year-old son.

The boy was staring toward their bathroom window, and only then Vivian noticed that his prick was exposed and hard and that the boy was fondling it.

Aware that her own daughter was in the bathroom, Vivian was about to knock on the window and scare the boy away, but she suddenly and inexplicably stopped short.

Unaccountably, she felt excited seeing the boy jack-off while watching her daughter. She knew she ought to have been horrified, but she couldn't feel anything except a tremendous attunement. She wanted, she told me, "to be fucked so hard I couldn't stand it. Anything except just to think about all this and get weak in the knees."

Just then she heard her daughter leave the bathroom. Almost without thinking, Vivian hurried into the bathroom and found that the drapes had been left about eight inches open.

Trembling at the thought of the boy watching her, Vivian began to undress. She did it slowly, turning her body in various poses to give the boy a full show. When she was completely naked, she puttered around the medicine cabinet for a while until she found ajar of cold cream. Making sure that she was standing so that he could see her plainly, Vivian began to rub the cream on her titties, bottom cheeks, and the insides of her belly very near to her cunt. She did it slowly until she was certain that he could see every part of her naked body.

Her excitement was by now too great to be held off. So, drawing the drapes closed, she sat down on the toilet, reaching for her clitoris with one finger, she began to frig herself until she came. It had been years since she had last masturbated, and Vivian found it even more exciting than being fucked by her husband.

For the next few days, Vivian watched the window of the boy's room, but she didn't see him again. A few weeks later on a Saturday morning she was alone in the house when she saw the neighbors leaving. Knowing that the boy would be alone in the house, she felt a warm wave of excitement come over her to think that there had to be a way to get his attention.

But her mind remained a blank, and she hurried to the phone and called him. When he answered, Vivian told him that if he went into his bedroom and looked through the window, he would see an even better show than he had seen in the bathroom the other evening. His gasp and his incoherent babbling words told her that he was stunned by the sudden turn of events. She knew she could count on getting a real "honking out," as she put it.

As she hung up the phone, she hurried to the bathroom, opening the window wide and she observed that the boy was standing well away from his window as if he was afraid to move closer. She gestured to him to open his window, and gently smiled at him and called softly, "Stay close and you'll see better, dear."

His eyes goggled in stunned surprise as Vivian slowly removed her dress, and she wore under it brown panties, garter belt, and nylon stockings. Then seductively running her hands over her half-naked body, she asked if he would like her to take everything off.

When he stammered that he would, Vivian told him to take all his clothes off first and stay close to the window. He hesitated for a moment, blushing with embarrassment, but the treat that she promised was too great to be passed up. So finally he undressed, and Vivian could at once see that he had a tremendous hard-on.

Kneeling close to the window, she prolonged the act of removing her bra and exposing one tittie at a time to the boy who stood open-mouthed less than four feet away. Her naked titties were almost touching the windowsill as she toyed with the nipples and then, squeezing her titties together, began to rub them back and forth in the most erotic and suggestive way imaginable.

When she stood, she removed her hands from her titties and began to rub her panties. Then, turning her back to the boy, bending over from the waist, she slowly pushed her panties down over her swelling, naked bottom, allowing them to fall at her feet as she stepped out of them.

Putting her foot down on the floor, she then spread her legs wide and began to frig herself and she told the boy to do the same. He had his spend before she did, and her excitement at the sight of his jacking off and ejaculating through the open window brought on a tremendously enjoyable come within a few short moments.

After that, she told him that they would work out a signal for each other. Whenever she put a bottle on the sill of the bathroom window, it would tell him that she wanted to play the game again. The boy was an eager partner, and the game was played for more than two years until he and his family moved away. Strangely throughout it all, Vivian never felt the slightest urge to be fucked by him. She was completely satisfied by showing herself to him and then frigging off.

We have seen how, as is so often the case, Vivian was introduced to sexual activity with a boy by accident, and her motivation was also familiar. A dull marriage, with very little emphasis on sexual intercourse and little variety in love play, had dulled her sexual senses. When she had first seen this boy jacking off, long-suppressed yearnings burst into flame.

As those desires grew, they followed the course of their origin; showing her naked body to the boy and watching him jack-off provided a greater satisfaction than sexual intercourse, so she never permitted the formula to be changed.

It is possible that Vivian is seeking a new boy to play the game with her, but I do not think that she will ever choose to make the transition from exhibitonism and voyeurism with mutual masturbation to actual fucking.

However, it is much more difficult to evaluate the possible harm done to this boy. His exposure to women came at a critically formative age, and it is quite possible that this experience planted in him the overwhelming desire to jack-off while looking at a naked woman.

If this is the case, that boy may today be stalking the darkened streets looking for unshaded windows so he can find his sexual satisfaction in this vicarious way. Many men who go through life as voyeurs to the exclusion of all other sexual behavior, were indoctrinated in this or in a similar way.

In future chapters, we shall see the dangers involved when boys are seduced by older women and how the influence of the latter can turn and rechannel their impressionable young lives.

CASE HISTORY: Jennifer W-

Jennifer W was thirty-four, had been married fifteen years, and had two daughters aged eleven and eight. During one summer vacation, her older sister and the latter's thirteen-year-old son came to spend a two-week vacation at Jennifer's house in Little Rock, Arkansas. The two women and the children had been swimming in the big pool behind the house one day, and Jennifer went to her room to take off her bathing suit.

As she was stepping out of it and was standing naked, she suddenly discerned the sound of heavy breathing outside the door. Instinctively she understood that the boy was peeking through the keyhole.

Quickly, she put on a robe and opened the door to confront him. Finding the hall deserted, and yet quite certain that he had been there, she walked quietly down the hall towards his room. On a sudden inexplicable impulse, she bent down and peeked through the keyhole of his door.

She was astonished to see him standing beside his bed, his bathing trunks pushed down. His prick was hard and he was slowly jacking off. Jennifer had never seen a boy jack-off before, and was amazed how this vision excited her. Only when he had spurted his gism into some tissues he held in his left hand and pulled his trunks back up, did she leave to return to her room.

She was trembling with excitement and it became even greater than she realized. It was the sight of her naked body that had aroused him so. She took off her robe with the intention of getting dressed, but by now her fiery passions could not be controlled.

So instead, Jennifer sat on the edge of the bed and began to rub her pussy as she pictured again what she had seen in the boy's room. Seconds later, her little finger sought out her tickler and she began to frig it until she groaned and sobbed and finally rolled over and over in the hot throes of come.

That night, finding herself in bed with her husband and him awake, Jennifer slid her hand up and down his thigh, indicating that she wanted to be fucked. Once he had stuck his prick into her cunt, however, she closed her eyes and tried to imagine the sight of the boy jacking off. As a result, she had a far more fiery climax than usual with her husband.

The next day, her sister went shopping and the two girls went with her. As soon as plans were announced and her young nephew John stated a preference for staying home and having a swim, Jennifer told herself that she was going to arrange to have him look at her again.

After the others had gone, she told him, "The clothes I have on are too hot, John, so I'm going upstairs to change."

Then hurrying upstairs, she waited for the sound of his approach. Although he walked very quietly, she still could hear the stairs creak. Once she was sure he was outside her door, she began to take off her dress. Lingeringly, she folded it over a chair as she stepped out of her half-slip. She wasted a few minutes around the dresser before turning her back to the door and unfastening her bra. Then, turning to face the door, she removed the bra with dramatic slowness.

Again, she made the boy wait until she turned her back to him, and then, bending from the waist so that her bottom cheeks would be nicely arched, she slowly pushed her panties down. After she had stepped out of them, she turned toward the door and stood for a moment before dropping her panties onto the floor.

That was all she had intended doing at the outset, but by now she was so excited that she couldn't stop. She knew that John was still at the door and was waiting for still more excitement in the way of a "show." She moved around the room, bending slowly to pick up imaginary pins, spreading her thighs to scratch a pretended itch, driving him wild with excitement.

Then she smoked a cigarette and thought to herself before she made the next move. When she had decided, she moved quickly to the bed and lay back down on it, spreading her thighs and drawing up her knees. Her cunt was exactly in line with the keyhole.

First, Jennifer toyed with her breasts while opening and clenching her legs. Then, unable to delay any longer, she inserted a finger into her cunt and began to masturbate. When the hot come seized her, she raised her hips off the bed and groaned aloud in ecstatic delight. After a moment, she got up and put on her robe to tell the boy that the show was over for the night.

A few moments later, she heard the sound of his door closing. Hurrying down the hall, she bent naked in front of his door and put her eye to the small opening. Just as she expected, he had dropped his trousers and shorts and began to jack-off. Suddenly, his hand still gripping his prick, he came toward the door with an expression of alarm, and hurriedly pulled up his trousers and shorts.

Frustrated at having her show spoiled, Jennifer pushed the door open and told the boy that after all she had let him see, it wasn't fair for him to deny her a show. As she stood naked reasoning with him, his first nervousness passed and was replaced by the excitement of seeing her standing inside his door stark naked.

Jennifer leaped, turned completely around and wiggled her plump bare bottom at him, then went outside and closed the door. As she watched him there, she saw him standing in obvious indecision for a minute before he again dropped his trousers and shorts.

In what she took as a gesture of good faith, John stripped naked and turned to face the door. His prick wasn't as hard as it had been in her room, but it soon became even more so as he began to frig himself slowly. But this time he didn't have any tissues in his other hand, so when he ejaculated, she watched his spunk spurt against the door.

Opening the door, Jennifer smiled and suggested they go for a swim. At the pool, John nervously stammered, "Aunt Jenny, will you let, will you let me come into your room and feel you up?" But she refused by shaking her head and tightening her lips.

However, during the remainder of this summer vacation, she compromised with the boy by going to a safely locked room with him when the others in the house were not likely to miss him. There they would both strip naked, stand a few feet apart, and each would masturbate. Never once did she touch him or permit him to touch her.

When the boy finally left with his mother to go back home, Jennifer found that she had missed this excitement and sought for something to replace it. She began to sit carelessly in public to show off her legs when a boy was nearby, but that wasn't enough. She became increasingly unhappy and miserable, until she found out that the guest room on the second floor was directly opposite the bedroom of the fourteen-year-old boy who lived next door.

Jennifer then began to chart his daily routine, and soon she was attracting his attention by staging exhibitionistic shows for him. Once she could not be sure of not being disturbed, she would go all the way by slowly taking off her clothes and then frigging herself to come for him to see. She was not able to get up courage enough to talk to him, and ask him to masturbate while she was doing the same to herself, but suddenly disaster descended.

The boy's mother saw this exhibitionism once from her third-floor window, saw it a second time, and knew that her neighbor was doing it deliberately in order to arouse her son.

Alarmed, the woman discussed it with her husband, who then mentioned it to Jenny's husband. Fortunately, before Jennifer's husband could mention it to her, he visited me and arranged for her to come to me for consultation. The shock of being caught, with a relatively short series of treatments, were all that was needed to help Jennifer break this habit.

Acting on my advice, her husband, who was an extremely understanding man, became more sexually attractive to his wife and provided far more variety in his fucking, love play, and even gamahuching. To the best of my knowledge, the two of them are now living together happily, and Jennifer is no longer bothered by the overwhelming urge to entertain boys.