Case History 1
SUBJECT; Irma L
AGE; Nineteen
INTERVIEW ONE
Irma came into my office wearing a blouse of a very filmy material. Even when I was trying not to look it was hard to ignore the fact that the woman had no bra to cover her rosy red nipples that were showing through the thin white blouse.
Her skirt was very short and her shapely legs were bare. She kept shuffling in her seat and kept on moving her legs around. When she stretched out and spread her legs apart, it was hard not to notice that she wore no panties.
Her short black hair framed a pixie-ish face and her well-rounded body was a delight to look at, especially since she made it so easy to look at.
I'm so nervous being here, Doctor. This is something that I've never told anyone. I mean, there's this sexual thing that has been bothering me and I've kept it a secret all my life.
It's not like I don't have a normal sex life. I have a very normal and very full sex life. I have a boyfriend now and he's everything that a girl could want, except of course that I want something else.
That's the whole problem!
I ought to begin at the beginning. That is to say the beginning of my sex life. I suppose I was about eleven when I first began to frig myself.
There was a time when I was about thirteen and I learned that masturbation was wrong that I worked very hard at not playing with my pussy. But even then I knew I was very hot.
It couldn't be denied. I was a very hot-blooded little girl.
The first thing that ever happened to me that could be considered sexual was with a little boy who lived down the block.
We were both twelve and we went to school together. His name was Willy and he was a little bit pudgy, but very cute. He had a really rounded face and a bit of baby fat all over his body. But he had blond curly hair and at that time I thought that that was just the end! I thought that there was nothing that could beat having blond curly hair.
I suppose that girls with blonde curls would like to have straight black hair, like me. But, everybody has to go through phases like that!
I remember that this particular incident happened one afternoon when Willy and I were playing in the garage after school. We were playing cards and he had just taught me to play poker.
Now, I had heard the phrase 'strip poker' although I couldn't tell you where I had ever heard of it. I suppose everyone has made jokes about strip poker.
But there I was twelve-years-old and hot for the little boy who was with me and I suggested a game of strip poker. Well, Willy certainly did not object. I suppose that he was as anxious to see my pussy as I was to see his cock.
So, we played a few rounds of cards. At that age it's a big thrill just to see someone of the opposite sex in underwear.
When Willy took off his pants I had to rub my little hairless pussy lips to keep from vibrating inside just because I was looking at his underpants. And I know that when I peeled off my slacks he felt the same way.
After a couple of rounds, we were both in our underwear. I was in the pretty pink panties that were so new and shiny then, and he was in the white shorts with the one stripe around the top.
We just had to play one more round to see which one of us would have to strip all the way down naked. I knew that my panties were already wet and I could see that there was something big sticking up in the front of Willy's shorts.
Back then I was so naive that I didn't even know that it was a cock in his shorts. In other words, I had been frigging myself for almost a year and I had been imagining boys making love to me, but I didn't know what a cock was or what it looked like.
I hadn't wanted to seem like a dummy by asking one of the girls in school, although I feel certain now that none of them knew what a cock looked like either.
If I had had the nerve to ask about a cock, the other girls would have laughed at me and told me that I was an idiot who didn't know anything. Of course, they all would have ducked the question, because they did not know anything either.
Actually, I just realized something about my early masturbation. I used to play with my pussy lips and think about myself.
Masturbating is called autoeroticism, right? Well, I was really into myself when I was that age, because I used to just frig my pussy and think about being naked in front of people.
It didn't have to even be boys that I was naked in front of! Even the thought of being naked in front of the other girls in the gym locker was enough to get me hot.
Actually I was never naked in the gym locker at mat age. In junior high school they didn't make us take showers and we just wore our panties under our gym uniforms.
But any form of undressing was so exciting to me that I would cream up and lose control of myself.
Can you imagine what it was like, getting undressed in the girl's locker room and trying to hide the fact that my panties were soaked with cunt cream?
And yet, I used to look for opportunities to get undressed. I wanted people to look at my body. I've always been proud of my body and you might have noticed my tits! I was the first girl in junior high school to really develop tits!
It thrilled me to know that the other girls were looking at my tits! I wanted them to be jealous of my wonderfully formed breasts and to watch me.
And in my masturbatory fantasies I would be stripping for people. If there was a boy that I was hot for, I would be satisfied to fantasize about him fully dressed. He would just be sitting there while I slowly undressed for him!
We're talking now about a time before I knew that guys jerked off. When I found out about that it added a whole new dimension to my fantasies. I would be stripping there and the guy who was watching me would be whacking away at his meat!
I used to go really wild with the fantasies! I would imagine myself stripping in front of the whole assembly in school. I would imagine myself naked in the middle of the expressway, with cars running all around me!
But, anyhow, I left you up in the air about me and Willy.
There we were, twelve-years-old and playing strip poker in my garage, and we were both in our underwear. He had a boy-sized hard-on and I was already creaming in my panties.
Before he handed out the cards he said, "We gotta play fair. Whoever loses this hand has to promise to take off their underpants and stand up in the middle of the garage and wave them around their head!"
It sounded luscious to me!
And wouldn't you know it! He dealt me two aces! My stomach was quivering and I was very nervous as I handed back four of the cards and showed him my extra ace. Of course, he had no idea that I had just turned in another ace.
I was trying to lose!
When he gave me my cards he gave me another ace. Before he even had time to move his cards around I said, "What have you got?"
"What have you got?" he countered.
"I asked you first!" I said, knowing that that counted for something in the unwritten law of childhood.
His hands were shaking as he showed me the pair of queens that he was holding in his hand. Even though I was holding a pair of aces, I tossed my hand down and mixed it with the rest of the cards so that he could not have identified what I had.
"You win!" I said.
As you can well imagine, Doctor, Willy did not stop to question the honesty of the game. I had cheated at strip poker so that I would lose and get to strip naked in front of him!
I stood up and the boy remained seated. As I think back on the scene I feel certain that he was staying like that, with his legs crossed, because he wanted to try and hide his hard-on.
My fingers entered the waistband of my tight pink panties. The panties blended so wonderfully with my taut pink flesh that from a distance a person would have thought that I really was naked.
Very very slowly I peeled the panties off of my body and slid them down past my pussy lips. I stepped out of the panties and, as instructed, I took them over my head and twirled them around.
His tongue was literally hanging out of his mouth as I did this.
One second later he was tugging on his pants. I swear that that boy was fully dressed before I even got my panties up my legs. I was pissed off at him. I wanted to play another game of strip poker so that I could have the delight of revealing my body to him one bit at a time.
But he didn't want to hear of it. He gave some lame excuse about having to go home in order to help his mother.
As I think back on it years later it occurs to me that he left so quickly because he was anxious to get home and beat off.
The honest fact of the matter is that I went up to my bedroom and I frigged' myself after that. As I was playing with my pussy I imagined that Willy was watching me play with my pussy.
I wanted to be exposed! I wanted to have boys watching me!
But, it was never really enough to just undress. I wanted the thrill of knowing that the boys were peeking at me and that it was something naughty.
When I was fourteen and I was in summer camp I accidentally found out about this hole that looked into the girl's shower room. When you were inside you could hardly even notice the hole that was near the ground.
One day I was where I wasn't supposed to be at one point. That was typical for me. Anyway, I saw these three boys on the ground next to the back of the girl's showers. I didn't let them know that I saw them.
Then, when the girls left the showers, the three boys left their spot. I rushed over and saw that from where the boys had been lying, they had a perfectly clear view of the whole shower room.
Well, you can bet that when my bunk was scheduled for a shower, I went around to a point where I could see the back of the building and I saw that those same three boys were around. They happened to be waiters so they had the middle of their afternoons relatively free.
I knew that once we were inside the showers, the boys would be watching through their little hole in the wall.
That was enough to make me rush to the showers. I didn't even pay attention to the other girls or to my thrill at being naked with the other girls. I just rushed right over to the shower head that was the furthest one in the room. It was closest to the hole in the floor and I knew that the boys were getting a good view.
In the midst of my shower I stepped out from under the water and, facing the wall, I spread my legs and pulled my cunt lips apart. I pretended that I was checking myself out, but in truth I was giving the horny camp waiters a good look at the inside of my vagina!
Then I took the longest time in that shower. I spent a lot of time rubbing the soap up and down slowly over my pointy pink tits. I wanted the boys to appreciate how well-developed my breasts were.
I could tell by the way that the waiters looked at me at every meal after that, that the boys had gotten a really good look.
Well, Doctor, those were all schoolgirl things. They were easy to get away with and they were mostly in an age when I didn't even think about getting fucked.
Let me re-word that. Even though I thought about fucking, I didn't think about the prospect of a boy really shoving it into me! I figured that I would just keep frigging myself for a while!
Now I'm really afraid that my passion for exposing myself and for having men look at me might really get me into a lot of trouble.
As you already know I do not wear any bra or any panties. I mean, even though you are a professional, I know that you have noticed that my black fringe of pussy hair is completely exposed when I spread my legs wide open!
But anyway, that's my basic story so far. This is a passion that I have kept from my boyfriend and I don't know what will happen if he finds out about it.
Peter is a really well-built guy and he is very good-looking. I can see that when we walk down the street a lot of girls turn to look at him. I often have to laugh when I think that his body is going to waste on me.
I am probably the least appreciative woman as far as a guy's body is concerned. I'm really too busy looking at my own body to worry about how good he looks.
Anyway, Doctor, I'm just afraid that my passion for being an exhibitionist will go too far one of these days. I'm afraid that I will snap!
INTERVIEW TWO
When Irma came into the office the following week she was breathing heavily and her tight tee shirt was bobbing up and down around her firm boobs.
I could tell that something had happened to her in the previous week and I knew that she was anxious to tell me. She did not need any prodding to begin her story.
Well, Doctor, things have changed a bit for me. I suppose that things really came to a head with my boyfriend Peter, and I can safely say that everything had a happy ending for me.
When I went over to Peter's apartment after my last visit with you, he was very romantic. He had gotten me flowers and all sorts of things. And he told me that he wanted to take me to a very special sort of show that night.
Peter said that he had these friends who had just opened this club and that he hoped that I didn't mind it. Well, when I saw what kind of club it was I didn't mind it at all.
It was one of those places where they have live sex shows!
Now you have to understand that although I had been enjoying sex ever since I've been going out with Peter, I always came on like very good girl. I mean, he knew that I wasn't a virgin, but I never let him get the idea that I had all of these burning passions inside of me.
When we got to the club Peter introduced me to the man who owned the place and this guy, a balding man in his forties, looked at me like I was a piece of produce on the counter. I know that most girls are insulted when a man looks at them like that, but as for me I was really turned on.
As you already know, I love to get looked at.
Peter and I got wonderful seats right near the front and as soon as we sat down the show began.
There was this black woman and this tall blond man. When they came out on the stage they were both fully dressed and they each began to undress.
I have to tell you that the show was perfect, absolutely perfect. The two people on the stage did not play to the audience. They undressed and carried on just as if they were completely in private and we were just snooping.
Although watching is not one of my big things, since I really prefer being watched, this was a great turn-on to me. I know that I was turned on because I kept imagining that I was up there instead of the black girl.
I can't even really tell you about the show because I was in a daze all the way through it. Like I said, I kept imagining what it would be like if I were in the show.
The next thing that I really remember is that Peter ran his hand up the inside of my thigh. He ran his hand up and down and up and down. But each time that he ran his hand up, he pressed his fingers against my panties.
Finally he kept his fingers right at my panties and he turned to me to remark about the fact that my panties were wet.
He leaned over and he said, "The pay for doing that act is really terrific!"
How crude! Why should someone want to get paid for the thrill of having a whole audience watch her getting her pussy fucked silly?
After the show was over there was no way that I could play games with Peter and pretend to be a nice and polite and proper young lady. He knew that I had been very turned on by watching the two of them fuck.
"That was some turn-on watching them fuck!" Peter said in a very casual way. "I wonder what it would be like to have everyone walxm while we did it?"
"It would be wonderful!" I said, without even thinking.
Well, that did it. The next thing I knew Peter had me by the hand and he was pulling me over to the owner of the place. He told the bald man that we would do it the following night.
I didn't know what I had let myself in for!
Even though Peter had always fucked me at least two times in a night, that night he refused to fuck me at all. He said that he really had to be able to perform the following night.
That next day I went through real hell with my itching cunt just dying for release. I must have changed my panties at least three times because they kept getting soaked.
It wasn't just the annoyance of not having gotten fucked the previous night, it was also the thrill of knowing that I would be naked in front of a whole audience that night!
I bought a special pair of white lace panties just for the occasion. I pulled them on just before Peter and I went out onto the stage, so that they would be nice and fresh.
To tell you the truth I was a little scared when I first got out there. There were all those people looking at us and I was afraid that I would do something wrong.
But anyway, Peter and I started to kiss. Even when I closed my eyes I could hear the heavy breathing of the audience and it thrilled me that they were watching.
Then we broke from our kiss and we started to undress. I don't think that it has ever taken me longer to take off my clothes. It wasn't that I was scared to take off my clothes. It was really that I was so turned on I wanted to have it last forever.
I unbuttoned my blouse one button at a time and then I stood there, feeling myself in my bra. I had worn a bra that day just so that I would have another article of clothing to remove.
Then I unzipped my skirt and I stood in my white bra and panties. I ran my open palm over the front of the white lace and I could feel that my panties were already wet from my oozing pussy.
I turned my back on the audience when I opened the clasp in the back of my bra. I knew that I was teasing them and that thrilled me all the more. Then I kept the bra in front of myself and finally let it fall away.
None of this was played to the audience, because I really didn't want to be a performer. I wanted to pretend that they were peeking at us.
Then I placed my long fingernails in the waistband of my white lace panties. I ran my fingers across the line at the top and then I slowly peeled the panties off of my crotch.
The moment that the top of my black pussy hairs was exposed I almost came immediately. It was thrilling!
And then I was naked. I looked over and saw that Peter was already sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking his big, hard dork.
As I said to you already, I often do not even notice my partner because I'm so busy paying attention to myself and my own beautiful body.
In this case it was hard not to notice Peter. In the glistening light from the stage his big cock looked even bigger and it looked very appetizing. At that point I cheated a little bit. Out of the comer of my eye I looked out at the audience.
I never let on to the audience that I was looking at them, but I was able to see one guy in the first row whose hand was busy at work under his overcoat. There was a young couple on the aisle in the third row and they were very close together, feeling each other up.
None of this bothered me. The thing I was interested in was seeing that all of these people were looking directly at me! And they were! They were watching my naked body!
That guy was whacking at his meat thinking about what my beautiful pink pussy lips would feel like and how it would be to have my black fringe of cunt hairs pressing against his face.
I can honestly say that I cannot think of anytime in my life when I have ever been so turned on. I literally pounced on top of Peter and he was on his back. I held his cock firmly in my hands and I squatted on top of him.
There was a good reason for this position. I figured that it would be the best way for the audience to see the most of me. So I was squatting on top of Peter and I had his cock in my hand.
I rubbed his cock back and forth against the lips of my vagina and then I placed it between my pink pussy lips. Glancing out at the audience I saw one man over to the side lick his lips as my cunt was spreading open.
Then very slowly I slid myself down onto Peter's cock. I felt the cock pressing into the soft flesh of my pussy and I felt it spreading me open. My cunt was so steamed up with cream that his cock was actually glued to my pussy flesh.
When half of his cock was sticking into my pussy and I could feel that the whole audience was holding their breaths, I slid down the rest of the way and I slammed into him. My well-rounded bottom pressed down against Peter's balls.
As soon as his whole cock was inside of me he started bouncing his hips up and down. I tried to bounce on him and begin to ride his cock, but he wouldn't let me.
The next thing I knew, he had tossed me over. Actually Peter sort of rolled me over and now I was on my back and he was fucking away at my opened pussy.
Since I had originally been in the squatting position before he had rolled me like that, I was now in a position with my ankles up at my shoulders. He ran his hands over my well-formed breasts and I ran my fingernails along his solid back.
"Fuck me!" I cried out, knowing full well that the audience was watching us and listening to what I was saying. "Fuck me hard, Peter, real hard!"
"I'm shoving this hot cock inside of you, bitch!" he cried out at the top of his lungs.
It was wonderful. You have to realize what had happened. When I mounted his cock I was trying to get on top and be in control. Then he managed to roll me over so that he was regulating the fucking.
People talk about realistic theatre, that was really realistic. Anyway, while he was fucking my pussy I kept stealing peeks over to the audience. They had really gotten into our act and I was into doing it for them.
And then Peter's slamming fucks got even harder. He rammed his whole length of meat into me so hard that I was sure his balls were gonna get sucked up into my pussy hole.
I was panting and gasping as I felt the walls of my cunt collapsing around the hot cock. His cock lashed out and slammed at my pussy and then he splashed a spurt of steaming gism against the walls of my vagina.
My cunt was undulating and oozing cunt cream like it had never done before and I know that it was especially hot because of all of those people who were watching me. I made it especially hot because I wanted to have those people like me and appreciate me. I wanted them to go home happy.
When the two of us finished cumming we stayed on the bed for a long time and we were rocking together. Finally when Peter pulled his cock out of my cunt, I felt like every guy in the place was looking at my pussy and was watching the oozing hole. I'd get all of the goo out of it. It was wonderful!
When I finally did leave the stage along with Peter, the owner of the place congratulated us and gave us a lot of money. Then he told us that he wanted us to work there two nights a week. That was the most that they had any couple because they don't want their audience to get bored of the same people.
I didn't even wait to ask Peter. I told the owner that we would be happy to do it.
Well, afterwards Peter told me how happy he was. He said that he really needed the money from doing this act and that he had been sure that I wouldn't be willing to do it.
He told me that he had thought that I was a bit of a prude, even though I was very hot-blooded and enjoyed sex very much. Well, Doctor, that was when I told Peter the stories about my childhood.
I told my boyfriend the same exact stories that I had told you when I first came here. I told him about the time that I had cheated at strip poker so that I would lose and be able to be naked with a boy, and I told him about the time that I got hot because I knew that the boys in camp were peeking into the shower room. I even told him about all of the masturbatory fantasies that I had had.
And what do you think he told me? He told me that he had had the same fantasies. He had always enjoyed the thought of exposing himself in front of the girls in school. He was always hot for having women look at his body.
I suppose that I was so involved in my own body that I had never even noticed that Peter had been completely involved in his body and was paying no attention to me.
Anyway, he also knows some wealthy couples of varying ages who are willing to pay to watch us have sex together. It is a perfect arrangement since Peter and I both love to be watched.
Isn't it funny and wonderful the way that things turn out sometimes?