Chapter 10
Couples Who Peep
"I was working as a girl social director in this very plush summer resort. The lifeguards used to fool with me and we had a good time. Then there was Ronnie, an athletic lifeguard who once took me into a poolside bath house and showed me some holes in the wooden partitions. He pulled down his trunks, told me to play with his rod-those were his exact words-and to jack him off while he peeped through the hole at a girl in the next booth. I was curious, and while I kept sliding his prepuce up and down, feeling his member grow rigid and hard, I peeped to the next both. I saw the naked girl, applying lotion to her real big breasts, then patting her groin, and rubbing oil on the insides of her thighs. It got me so hot that I had to (oralize) the lifeguard while we both peeped. I never felt so excited before in my life. Now, I don't care too much for peeping, but if you do it with someone and have a jag while you do, it can really turn you on!"
Helen, age 23, social director
As has been noted throughout the scientific, documented and well-researched case histories of this volume on the female peeper, most of these feline voyeurists are victims of their own warped and twisted sexual dementia.
Basically, the female voyeurist has a hang-up about a sex problem and she uses peeping as a substitute-outlet. She may masturbate while projecting herself in the position of the woman who is receiving a form of sex that she, the peeper, secretly wants but won't admit it.
Or, the female peeper transfers her physical-emotional sex responses and displaces them to the level where she enjoys EYE INTERCOURSE. That is, her eyes create a photo-image on her sexual psychosis and her eyes have a visual-intercourse.
This is a form of substitute sex that uses peeping as a means of emotional stimulation.
Or as has been said before, it is a form of MENTAL MASTURBATION or EMOTIONAL INTERCOURSE. It exists solely in the thoughts and dreams. Basically, the female peeper has this personal and intimate problem which is treated as a means of easing her voyeuristic compulsions.
But, as we noted from the statement made by Helen G., at the start of this chapter, many a girl is a peeper as a means of stimulating herself so she can then have intimacy with a partner.
Yes, there are couples who peep!
SEX PERSONALITY: Helen G. is an attractive and intelligent girl of twenty-three, who comes from an average middle-class family who saw to it that she received a good education. She and her sister, who is a few years younger, had some lesbian-incest, and it is possible this has made her somewhat introverted.
She does admit, "I was once reading one of those hot paperbacks and it turned me on, something fierce. Usually, I don't get especially stimulated by reading. (COMMENT: It is true that females remain unmoved by salacious photographs or literature; males, on the other hand, are physically aroused by external stimuli such as sex movies, books, photos. Females are more emotionally stimulated by internal methods such as fondling and lovemaking.) But I was so hot, I had to do something.
"I sneaked up to my room, took out a candle and then spread out on my bed. I was wearing shorts and a halter-it was a warm day-so it was easy for me to peel down. I like being all nude when I'm having sex.
"So I was shoving this candle up and down in my (vagina) and rubbing my nipples and bouncing up and down on the bed. The silk bedspread was so fleshy-feeling, it made me hotter than a rut bitch dog in heat!
"I really went off! I mean, when I had my climax, it was like a bomb exploding in my innards. Then, I settled down and felt better about it.
"That was when my sister came into the room."
Helen says that she, herself, was red-faced with hammering shame at having to be discovered masturbating by her younger sister.
"But I was caught with half of the candle poking out of my (groin) and what else was there for me to say or do except that I just couldn't help it?"
The sister said that she didn't always masturbate, but if she wanted "kicks," then she'd
"groove with another girl from school."
Before the day was over, the two sisters had cunnilingus in an abnormal incestuous lesbian affair.
Helen recalls, "It was good to feel wet lips and a mouth on me; also, I kind of flew to the top when I put my wet tongue on my sister's--.
It really made me hot. But ... I mean, it just isn't normal for two sisters to do it. I think my sister is a lesbian because she hardly ever has dates at school. But that's her private life.
"Of course, our folks don't know about it. They're strait-laced about such things. They'd hit the ceding. But you can't expect them to react any other way. Still, I don't dig the lesbian scene, anyway."
(COMMENT: It is possible that this initial sexual experience had a decisive and warping influence on Helen's sexual development. She keeps insisting that she is able to make a normal and natural adjustment and has demurred from future incest or lesbian scenes. But we do know that she has some incest fears and this renders her somewhat incapable of enjoying complete sexual fulfillment.
(She has a long history of almost chronic masturbation; she appears to have self-directed sexual desires in that she is basically concerned with her own satisfaction. In other words, Helen does not have the normal desire to share the sexual experience. She prefers her own release.
(Apparently, prolonged masturbation . has further re-directed her sexual desires to become sexually introverted. This, together with the incestuous lesbian affair and the following peeping-oralism affair, have twisted what might have been a normal sexual development.)
Helen then related this particular bath house peeping scene that further warped and twisted her libido into a perverted craving: Helen had been lured into the adjoining wooden stall by Bruce R., a young college athletic supervisor at the sprawling and rather exclusive resort.
He was in a pair of tight white latex trunks that he deliberately favored because it outlined his genitalia. He said, "I like to 'put out' for the old bags who come here. I catch them looking at my rod and I know they get the hots for it. I make extra money that way. Sometimes, I do it with a few queers but I don't care for that. I like the old dames."
Helen was in her bathing suit; she is a long "edgy with over-developed (if they could be so described!) breasts that were soon being fondled by Bruce, making her squeal and giggle.
She was fondling his poking erection and exclaiming, "You sure have a lot of good stuff." She cupped his hirsute scrotum and hefted his testicles in her hands. "I wish I had something like this."
(COMMENT: Penis envy is a common symptom among lesbians as well as women who are compulsive peepers.)
"You can have it, baby, if you want to (then he used lascivious words to describe fellatio) cause we're too cramped up here to do anything else. But first ... "
He squeezed himself against the wall, while he held onto Helen's sweaty hand and guided it to his erection. "I get my kicks ... by peeping ... don't you go telling about it, hear?"
She felt a tremor as she squeezed his thick member, then she fondled his gans corona. "I won't tell ... hey, what are you looking at?"
She was now seized by what many might consider a natural curiosity.
Helen found another tiny, minute knothole in the wooden partition, and there she peeped into the adjoining stall.
"Hey, it's ... "
"Keep your voice down," he cautioned her in a barely audible whisper. "Keep slidin' it ... then you go down on it." He was moaning. "I got a 'clean' one, see? The foreskin's been cut off. They did it to me when I was a baby. Makes (fellatio) real good." He was whispering frantically because he and Helen now peeped upon a naked girl, a natural blonde, who had stripped bare.
She was applying an oily suntan lotion to her out-thrust breasts, rubbing the areolas, then running a soft hand between the twin mounds.
It was apparent that the girl derived a secret sensual thrill out of smoothing the oil over her privates; her sinews became constricted and her pubic mound had visible twitches.
A soft gasp was noted as the girl continued to oil her well-shaped buttock cheeks.
When she bent over so that she could apply sun tan oil to her lower limbs, her enormous breasts hung as if they were a pair of slick balloons. The nipples pointed downward.
"They're so firm," Bruce observed and his hard-muscled mannish buttock cheeks twitched and then the dimpled moons became deeper from the obvious penis-stimulation. "Come on ... go down on it, Helen ... go down ... " He was frantic, having become super-sexed by the peeping.
Helen felt a similar surge of desire. Seeing the naked girl made her grow rigid with desire.
"Turn around ... ahh..."
She says about this experience: "I never knew it was so groovy to do it to a boy with your mouth. When I took his big rod in my wet mouth, I felt as powerful as a man. I mean, I held the power to make him go off. If I stopped, I would really torture him.
"Bruce was rocking on the balls of his feet as I kept sliding my mouth and tongue over his big pecker. It was as hard as steel. But it had such a strength that I wanted to take it for myself.
"I kept on and on until he suddenly jerked bolt upright. He mumbled something. He became stiff. His face looked pained. He pushed his groin into my face, grabbed my head with his hands and told me to keep on, to keep on. He sounded so frantic.
"I loved it! I loved having the power. I had a thrill from knowing that my mouth was going to give him his orgasm. It's different than if he 'spiked' me. Because then, I have no control over it. I just take it. But with my mouth-I have the control!"
COMMENT: Helen is not a real confirmed female peeper but she says that she does experience a physical sensation when she is able to look upon the naked privates of unsuspecting people.
She has a slight favor toward peeping upon naked girls and this may be her hidden lesbian desire.
"I sometimes think of myself as the girl in the peep scene if she is getting laid. I often wish I could be a man and be able to stick it into a girl."
PSYCHOSEXUAL OBSERVATION: Helen is modern, a swinger, as stated above, and is intelligent enough to know that she is sexually frustrated. But to use her own excuse, "It turns me on and makes me feel good, so who cares?"
Treatment is going to be difficult because Helen does not show signs of wanting to be cured!