Case History 6
SUBJECT: Sue R
AGE: Fifteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Sue is a tall girl with long blonde hair. When she came to see me she was wearing a T-shirt, and it was easy to tell that her breasts were small, but firm. She wore a pair of jeans which displayed nice curves in her hips and buttocks.
Sue seemed quite eager to talk, and at times I had to tell her to slow down a little because it seemed like she was racing to tell her story.
I just took that as part of her child-like nature.
This past summer's vacation had to be the best. My parents decided that since I was fifteen, they were going to let me come to New York and stay with my sister for the summer. My sister is a struggling actress who works mostly as a waitress and gets a few checks from my parents every so often when she's strapped for money.
I wasn't too sure if Ella, my sister, was going to like me coming to stay. After all, I hadn't seen her for two years, since she had moved to the city, and I was sure that she must have had her own life.
She did, and it was a hot life filled with a lot of different men. When I first arrived at her apartment, my two suitcases in hand, she laid down some rules.
"Now, Sue, I am not the same girl that you remember from home. I'm not as innocent and virginal as I was. I've grown up. I have a lot of different friends and some of them spend the night. If one of my friends wants to spend the night, I expect you to sleep out on the couch. Understand?"
"Yes," I said. She kept saying friends, but I knew she meant men.
"And there might be some grass smoked here because a lot of the people I know like to get high. Don't ever tell mommmy and daddy anything about this."
"Don't worry," I said. "And I'll try to stay out of your way as much as possible. I just want to have a good time."
"You will, honey. There's so much to see in New York."
I was a virgin when I came to New York, but I left the city with a broken heart (because I had to leave and didn't want to) and a broken cherry, because of the guy across the alleyway and the things he would do.
My first night in the city was the first night I ever saw him. My sister had gone out on a date, and even though she had invited me to come (which I thought was nice), I knew she was only doing it because it was my first night there. I didn't want to spoil her date, so I refused.
I watched some television and then fell asleep in her room. I don't know what time it was when I felt her nudging me and waking me up.
"Honey, I have the couch all set up. Would you mind moving there?"
"Come on, I'll help you," I heard this male voice say.
Suddenly, I was being lifted up. I was wearing a see-through nightie, one of my sister's, and I felt kind of naked. However, I felt safe in the man's arms.
He carried me into the living room and placed me on the couch. Then he kissed me on the forehead and went to my sister's bedroom.
A few minutes later, I could hear some moaning and groaning. I was glad that my sister didn't have a bed that squeaked, because that would have kept me up for sure.
The moaning and groaning was doing a pretty good job of it.
Now their fucking was not the thing that excited me. I knew that I could have looked through the door and watched. I had never seen anyone fucking. The closest I had ever come to any sexual happening was when I had almost masturbated once. The pleasure that was rising inside off me scared me, so I stopped.
I hadn't done anything since that one time.
My sister was keeping me up, so I decided to check out the city at night. I opened the curtains in the living room and was surprised to see that she was facing an alley. I could understand why she kept the curtains closed.
I was just about to close them again when I noticed there was a light on in one of the windows across the way.
I could see a naked man standing there, and as soon as he saw me, he smiled. He was playing with his hard cock, running his hand up and down his shaft. I was going to pull the curtains closed all the way, because I was scared.
I was also fascinated. I had never seen anything like that. It was the first hard-on I had ever witnessed, and it was making me throb in my pussy. I rubbed my legs together, and it wasn't until then that I realized the gown I had on was see-through.
I pulled the curtains closed all the way and leaned against the wall. The aching in my pussy was so great that I didn't think I'd be able to control it.
I moved my hand down to my cunt and started to play with myself. I was rubbing my pussy through my nightie, and when I saw that it was getting wet in the front, I knew I'd have to pull the nightie off.
I didn't want my sister to know what I had done.
Once I was naked, I slid down to the floor and then started to play with myself even harder. This time, I knew I was going to take myself all the way. I kept thinking about what that man's cock had looked like.
At one point, during the few minutes when I had been watching him, he had turned sideways so I could see just how long he was. I now had an image of a hard cock in my mind, and it was thrilling me like nothing else.
I started to lick my lips as I worked my fingers in and out of my pussy slit. I could feel my clit hardening. I didn't know what it was at first.
You probably think that I'm so naive about sex. Well, you're right. My parents didn't talk about it much, and neither did my friends. I come from a pretty strict area, and I wouldn't be surprised if most of the neighbors are celibates.
All I knew, that night when I masturbated, was that there was this little button like thing inside of me. Once I felt it brushing against my fingers I started to wiggle it back and forth. It didn't take much more than that. All of a sudden, I could feel my pussy spasming hard, and then I was dripping cunt juices.
I muffled my pleased moans with one hand, for I didn't want my sister to hear. I'm sure she was too lost in what she was doing anyway, because as I came out of my first orgasm, I heard the moaning and groaning from the bedroom again.
I climbed into bed that night and fell asleep, more satisfied than I had been in the longest time.
The next morning, my sister left for work early. She worked the breakfast shift at this nearby diner. I didn't know what to do with myself, so I picked a book off her shelf and started reading it.
The book was all about sex, and that was where I learned what my clit was and why I had come so hard. I loved the book.
As I read it, I started to think about the man across the alley. I was sure that he wouldn't be around in the morning, so I decided to open the curtains and see; He wasn't there, at first.
I sat down by the window and continued to read. There were a few drawn illustrations of cocks and cunts, and I just wished that there had been real pictures. I think that pictures might have turned me on.
Anyway, as I looked up at his window every so often, I think I was hoping that he might show up. The book was getting me hot, and I knew that seeing him in the flesh would do it even more for me.
About fifteen minutes after I had been sitting there, he showed up. He was wearing only a bathrobe, and now that it was day, I could see him better.
He looked like he was about thirty and had short blond hair. When he saw me, he waved to me, then opened his robe.
He was naked underneath, and hard as rock once again. I tried to look shocked because I figured that's what he was trying to get out of me.
You see, this book all about sex had a chapter on exhibitionism, and when I read it I started to understand some of the things behind the exhibitionist. I thought that ne was getting off on shocking me.
But he wasn't shocking me at all. He was thrilling me.
I could feel my pussy spasming again, and I was glad that I was sitting in this chair where he couldn't see anything below my neck. He couldn't see, then, how I was rubbing my tits against the back of the chair. My nipples were very stiff and they were throbbing with life.
He couldn't see, either, how I was moving my hand down to my pussy. I opened my pants and slid my fingers into my panties.
I started to imagine that my fingers were his cock. He was turning in all directions so that I could see his cock from every angle. Occasionally, he would tug on his balls, stretching the sack that they were in.
Now, doctor, I don't want you to think that I'm a dirty little girl because I get off on something like that. My sister did.
You see, after that first morning when the man masturbated, and actually came while I was watching him, the thing became a regular habit. I would usually wait for my sister to leave for work, and then I would open the living room curtains and wait for my blond-haired thick-cocked exhibitionist to come to the window.
He had found the perfect voyeur in me. At least that's what the book about sex called a person who got off on watching others.
One morning, however, as I was masturbating myself and the man was doing himself (but note, doctor, I always did it so he couldn't see me because I do not consider myself an exhibitionist), my sister walked in.
She had felt sick at work and had come home early because of it. When she saw what I was doing, then looked out the window and saw the blond man, she was disgusted. She pulled the curtains closed and slapped me across the face.
"That's disgusting," she said to me. "I'm going to call the police and report that man. He's a pig."
"I liked it," I said, pulling my hand out of my panties.
"Well, you're just a dirty little girl, I guess. Tell me something, do you sneak in and watch what I do with my friends?"
"Never," I said. "I would never do that. I've only been getting to know this man for the past few days. I think he's cute."
"He's a pervert if he has to do what he does."
I had been reading that sex book almost every day, and I thought that I knew enough from the book to defend him.
"And what gets you off?" I asked my sister. "What do you mean by that?"
"Something must turn you on. A cock up the cunt. A cock up the ass. A cock up the mouth. Which one? Just because that's considered normal sex, there are many people who think that it's disgusting. Think of all the people back home."
"That's true," Ella had to agree. "I'm glad I left that place."
"Me, too. The people back home would really think this man was sick, but you should know enough to realize that he's not hurting anyone. He likes displaying his cock, and I'm just glad that he has a nice enough cock to display. He has a nice body."
"He does," my sister said. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. That guy's been here since I moved in. That's the reason for the curtains. But I guess if you get off on watching him, and he gets off on your watching him, why not?"
"Now that's a girl whose been in New York long enough talking," I said, laughing.
My sister never joined me, but I continued to watch him almost every morning. Sometimes, I would get the mail before I sat by the window, and that's where he must have gotten his idea to send me a letter.
I "would get letters from my mother almost every day.
The man didn't know my name, but he must have known the apartment and my sister's name. One morning, about two weeks after I'd been in the city, this brown envelope came with a big X on the back of it.
It was addressed to my sister, but when I looked at the return address, it said "The man across the alley." I knew that the envelope must have been for me, and I was ripping it open in the elevator on the way up.
There was a picture of the man, naked, with a hard-on, inside.
It turned me on, and I ran to the window as soon as I got into the apartment and looked outside. He was standing there, smiling. He was by the phone, however.
At first, I didn't know why he was standing by the phone. He was naked, but he wasn't hard this time.
I looked at his picture again, then turned it over. He had written a note on the back of it, and I started reading it.
"We've been doing this for almost two weeks now. You know what I like and I think I know what you like. Why don't you give me a call?"
Then there was a phone number there. I felt a little shaky. It was one thing to just witness an exhibitionist, but it was another to communicate with one. I didn't know what the fuck to do. But then I figured why not call him? After all, I was in New York, and I didn't think I would ever have the chance to do something like this back home.
INTERVIEW TWO
The second time Sue came to see me, she had her suitcase in her hand. She said that as soon as her interview was over, she was heading back to New York to stay with her sister a little while longer. She explained that after her experiences in New York, her home life seemed so dull and frustrating.
I could easily understand it, especially when she continued telling me about her experience with the exhibitionist across the alley.
The phone only had to ring once, because he was right there waiting for it.
"I hoped you'd call," a deep, bass voice said.
"Well, you sure made it convincing enough," I said to him.
"Say something dirty, baby. Tell me something dirty. Somehow, I'm having trouble getting it up today. I don't know why. Talk dirty."
If I hadn't been watching him and getting turned on by the sight of his naked body (for even with a limp cock, he turned me on) I probably never would have done it. But I knew that nothing could happen. After all, I was on the phone.
"I like that cock of yours," I said to him. "I've liked it from the first time you ever let me see it. I love it when it swells, and when you pull on your balls. Does it make you feel better when you pull on your balls?"
"Only when you're watching, baby," he said to her. "I pull on them just for you."
"Then I guess you jerk that long, thick cock just for me, too. I'm glad. I've never had anyone jerk a cock as nice for me. In fact, I've never had anyone jerk their cock for me. I like it."
"More, more," he moaned. "Details."
I could see that his cock was fully hard by now, and I thought that was terrific. He was running his hand up and down his shaft slowly, squeezing himself.
"I like that thick cock head of yours. I love when it starts to turn purple because you've been jerking yourself" so much. I love when there's a small drop of come at the tip of it and you rub it around. Your cock head glistens then."
"And how do you feel?"
"My pussy starts to spasm and I sometimes feel like I've got to do something to relieve myself. Sometimes I do, but I never let you see."
"What do you do?"
"I move my fingers in and out of my pussy and that just makes me tingle. I play with my clit, squeezing it and pretending that it's your cock. Yours is the only hard cock I've ever seen, and it's the only one I have to fantasize by."
"Oh, that's good to hear," he moaned, and it was the real first passionate moan I had ever heard from him. His cock was throbbing. "It's nice to know that it only takes a little bit to turn on a chick as hot as you. You are hot, you know."
I could feel a rush over my whole body. I had never thought of myself as being hot before, and as I looked at him, across the alley, he smiled.
"Am I hot?" I asked.
"Look, baby, I won't show myself off to any chick. That first night, when I saw you in the see-through nightie, well, it was like seeing you without any clothes to begin with. That turned me on, like any nice body does."
"How did you know I'd be looking out the window?"
"I didn't know for sure. I just hoped that someone would be. The curtains are closed in your place most of the time. That other chick doesn't like me."
"She's my sister. I don't think that she minds you now, anymore. We've talked about you, and she understands this need in you."
"What need?" he asked.
"To show yourself off. To show me that hard cock of yours and to jerk it while you stand there for me to watch. I can understand it."
"I have an even greater need," he started to moan.
"What's that?"
"I need a woman. I need a woman badly. I like showing myself off, that's true, but usually, most of the chicks are too scared to do anything. You're not. I'd like to know just how fearless you are."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
"I'd like you to come over. I'll tell you the apartment number. If you come over we can get it on. You can feel this hard cock once and for all so you know what it feels like when you watch me again. How about it?"
There was another drop of come leaking from the head of his cock, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. There was something so hypnotizing about his cock. But this man was still a stranger to me.
True, I had seen him come many times while watching him, but for all I knew, he could have been waiting to kill me. I decided to go over for the same reason why I had picked up the phone to call him in the first place.
I thought that it would never happen again. You have to take chances when there's an opportunity.
When I agreed, he gave me the apartment number and hung up.
Before I left my sister's apartment, I left her a note, telling her where I was going. I hoped that I would come back before Ella did, but I left the note because in the back of my mind, I was still wary. I wanted her to know where I was in case anything happened.
I left the apartment and walked into the next building. It wasn't as nice as my sister's building, although it did have its charm.
There was no elevator, however, so I had to walk up to the fifth floor. His door was open when I got to the top of the stairs, and I opened it slowly.
"Come on in, all the way," I heard him say. "Close the door behind you."
I did. I felt so scared. However, that fear was also making my cunt tingle. And as I walked into the room, I could see him sitting on his old couch. He was still naked, but now, I was seeing him close up.
He had fine blond hairs all over his chest, and a thicker patch around his cock. He was smiling at me as he jerked his cock up and down. Then he pointed to the window.
"See, the curtain's closed," he said, and it was. "I didn't think that you were the type who would get into displaying yourself."
There was this odor in the air. I didn't know what it was, until I had his cock in my mouth and realized it was him. However, it was a very stimulating smell, and I could feel my cunt tingling as it permeated my nostrils.
"Come on over and take this thing in your mouth," he said.
He was that sure of himself. He had every right to be, for I was still hypnotized by his cock. I walked right up to the couch and sunk to my knees, right between his legs. I moved my mouth close to his cock. I licked the tip, tasting the sweet drop of come.
"I've never done this before," I said to him.
"Good. I'll show you how. Just open your mouth and lick a little. Then suck a little, then start moving your mouth up and down. That's it."
His cock wasn't as big as it had looked across the alley. Well, maybe it was. All I know is that I was able to take it all the way down my throat, without gagging. I had never before thought I could do something like that, and it surprised me when I discovered that I could.
I pulled on his balls, and he moaned. Soon, he was thrusting his hips up and down off the couch, and I could feel his cock pulsating in my mouth.
"I'm gonna come now, baby," he moaned. "You're gonna taste your first load of cock come, and I hope you enjoy it."
I was so excited about the whole thing. I guess, before that time, I had seen him shoot his load maybe five or ten times as I watched him across the alley. But this time, I knew that the come was going to shoot into my mouth, and that thrilled me.
When he first started to come, he thrust his way in deep and held my head so that my nose was buried in his thick blond pubic patch. I could smell his odor then, very much, and my pussy tingled more.
I looked up at him and saw how he had his eyes closed. There were small beads of sweat running down his chest, and I moved my hand to his nipple and rubbed a drop over the hard, red dot. He continued to fuck my face, until his cock went limp.
"And now," he said, standing up, "I think it's my turn to finally see what you look like.
You've been seeing me for so long."
"You wanted it that way," I said, as he helped me to my feet.
"That's right, I did. "And I got off on it, too."
He started to open my blouse. I could feel my whole body tingling as his fingers touched my flesh. He began to lick my tits, long before he pulled my bra off. When he finally did and I felt his warm lips encompassing my nipples, I felt my knees buckling at the same time. We sunk to the floor together.
"I'm sorry," I moaned. "I'm sorry I can't still stand up."
"Don't be," he said. "It means that you're getting turned on."
I was, too. His licking was nice, but the thing that turned me on the most were the images of him that I had in mind. Every time I closed my eyes, I would see this flashing through my mind. It was an image of my blond exhibitionist jerking his hard cock up and down and coming. It was incredible.
He licked my nipples for the longest time, then started to kiss his way down to my pussy. As he pulled down my pants, I lifted my ass up off the carpeted floor so it was easier for him.
He pulled down my pants and panties at the same time, then ran his fingers through my thick black bush. He let them wander over my pussy lips, lightly.
"Now you say you've never been fucked before," he said.
"Never. Never been fucked or sucked or anything like that."
"Well then, prepare yourself."
He moved his mouth to my pussy lips and spread them with his fingers. He placed his lips around my little clit and started to nibble on it, wiggling it back and forth with his tongue at the same time. I felt my orgasm rising immediately, and my pussy started to spasm forth a whole flood of juices.
He seemed to be loving it, for I could hear the way he was moaning. Plus, his tongue was doing such a neat job at lapping, that I knew he had to love it. No one would put so much time and expert work into something unless they loved doing it.
As he continued to lick me, I moved my hand up and down his back. He had such firm, tight muscles, that it was driving me crazy.
As I started to rub his ass, he moaned. Then I moved my hand between his legs and began to play with his cock again. He was practically fully hard, and just a couple of quick jerks and he was fully hard.
"I'm gonna fuck you now," he moaned. "Don't worry, because it's not gonna hurt. At least I hope that it's not gonna hurt."
I was scared when he said that. Having read my book about sex, or rather, my sister's book, I knew that if I had a hymen and if he had to break through it, I would probably feel a lot of pain.
I knew I was a voyeur for good then, because as he started to kiss his way up my body, positioning himself so that he would be able to fuck me, I closed my eyes. I started to think about him naked again.
You see, doctor, the image of all those times I had seen him stuck in my mind more that the actual touching that was going on. As he rubbed his cock over my pussy lips, I saw that image of him jerking off.
I was thinking about it when he rammed his way into my cunt. I know that he broke my hymen because there was a lot of blood when he was finished. He didn't care, and since it was his carpet and he didn't care, neither did I.
And there was just the tiniest bolt of pain.
But the pain couldn't compare with the pleasure that I was feeling. The pleasure was so great and at such a high, that it would have taken a fire, or something that could really hurt me badly, to make the pleasure subside enough for the pain to take over.
But it just never did. I wrapped my legs around my man's ass and he started to thrust in and out of me, harder and harder.
"Now isn't this what you call the real thing?" he asked, panting.
"It sure is. But I think that seeing your cock so many times before letting you fuck me has a lot to do with the pleasure."
"Why?"
"Because I can't get it out of my head, no I can't get it out of my head. I keep thinking about how terrific you look when you jerk your cock, and that's just making me so high, so high, that I feel I can touch the sky."
He moved his lips to mine and kissed me hard, pressing his tongue into my mouth.
I could feel his cock starting to pulsate hard in my pussy, and that just caused my clit to throb even more. When he started to pant, warning me that he was going to come, I begged him not to. I wanted it to last forever.
Unfortunately, he didn't have such great willpower. Besides, he was going to have to come eventually, and as he explained to me, he sometimes reached a point where he knew the orgasm was going to be great, and holding back any longer would, just result in an orgasm that wouldn't be as powerful.
As he pumped his come into my pussy, I started to come all over again. I wrapped my arms around his back and started clawing at his skin. I know that I must have scratched him pretty badly, but he never complained once.
By the time we were finished, I was a sweaty mess. I continued to play with his limp cock for a while, and then I noticed a clock on the wall. About three hours had passed since I had first arrived, and I knew that my sister, if she was home, was probably frantic about me.
I pulled his curtains open, and sure enough, there was Ella, staring out the window. As soon as she saw me she started to wave.
I waved back, and then my blond exhibitionist walked behind me and started to rub his limp dick against my buttocks. I gave my sister the okay sign, to let her know that I wasn't in any kind of trouble. I think she was a little upset, but there was nothing that she could do about it.
We waved to her for a while, and then I felt his cock starting to stiffen against my ass. It wasn't until then that I pulled the curtains closed to get it on with him one more.
Because doctor, as I said, I'm not an exhibitionist.