Case History 3
SUBJECT; Brenda K.
AGE; Twenty
INTERVIEW ONE
Brenda was a little bit shy at first, but when she opened up and started to talk, there was no stopping her.
She had shimmering black hair that fell around her shoulders and she had a very well-rounded body that some might have said was a bit over-weight. Perhaps she would have looked better if she had lost five or ten pounds, but I felt that her fleshy figure was something really solid to dig into, (in figurative terms).
When she spoke it was obvious that she had had a decent education although her voice was a bit nasal 'and very thick with a New York accent.
I suppose that admitting you have a problem is the first step in solving it. That's what they taught me in my psychology 101 class in City College. So, here I am taking the first step in solving my problem.
There's this sexual thing that has gone on for a very long time. How can I term it?
I guess the best thing for me to do is to give you examples of what I mean. I have to go back quite a few years to find the root of this passion that I have.
Anyway, I remember that when I was a little girl of about eleven or twelve I was playing a game down in the basement of our suburban ranch house. I was with this little boy named Fred.
Fred moved away about a year after that and I never saw him again. But that day I got to see quite a bit of Fred.
Somehow, the way that twelve-year-olds do, we got into this whole thing about sex and about our bodies. We were giggling and laughing and daring each other and finally it got down to one of those, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours!"
And there we were. Two little kids! He was looking at my hairless pussy lips and I was looking at his little hairless dick. It was perfectly innocent The boy didn't even have a hard-on.
But just at that moment as we were standing about three feet away from each other with our pants down, my mother came down the stairs.
She screamed and we both started tugging our pants up.
When I think about that story to this day my heart starts to race and my pussy gets all juicy. It was the fear and the thrill of having been caught doing something naughty that made it so wonderful!
My mother chased poor little Freddy out of our house and then she called Freddy's mother so that she could be certain that the boy would be punished. Meanwhile she kept screaming at me and giving me pure hell.
She shut me in my room and told me that I would have to stay there until she decided otherwise. But that was exactly where I wanted to be.
That afternoon was the first time that I ever frigged myself.
I slid my slacks and my panties down so that I could reach my fingers in between my hairless pussy lips and I began to fingerfuck my cunt as I thought over the scene that had just occurred.
It had been so frightening when my mother had walked in on me and Freddy that I kept frigging myself through heaven only knows how many cums. I fantasized about being caught naked with the boy.
I replayed the scene and kept having different audiences walk in on us. I would imagine that my mean math teacher walked in and caught us or I would imagine that a bunch of the kids from school would walk in on us.
Whoever it was who caught us in the act of exposing ourselves would point and laugh and shout at us. It was wonderful.
Well, you've probably figured out by now that the thing that turns me on so much is being in danger of being seen. I have found that I am literally unable to enjoy a fucking unless there is some danger of someone catching me at it!
To give you another example of something that happened just this morning, I was shopping in a very small furniture store on the east side. It's very fashionable and it carries all of the Scandinavian sort of things that are so stylish.
Anyhow they just have one little toilet that is marked restroom. It is for both men and women and it has a lock on the door.
It is more than I can resist when I'm faced with a thing like that! I went into the restroom and I didn't lock the door. I pulled my panties down and I sat on the John.
In less than a minute there was a tug on the door and this handsome young salesman from the store stood there gaping at me. He gasped in surprise and he slammed the door shut.
Even though he only looked at me and I only looked at him for about ten seconds and he probably didn't even get a look at my black pussy hairs that were between the meaty folds of my thighs, I was excited by that incident and I know that I will frig myself and replay that incident many times in my mind..
When I left that restroom I noticed that the salesman who had opened the door at the wrong moment was looking down at his desk and trying very hard to ignore me as I passed by. I got a good look at him and at how he was dressed, simply so that I could flesh out my fantasy a little bit.
It is one thing to be caught with my panties down as I was on those two occasions I have just described. But what really thrills me very much is the possibility of getting caught in the act of fucking.
When there is some danger while I am being fucked I find that my pussy is juicier and my body squirms a little more.
This might also relate back to the time that I lost my cherry. I was out on a date with this big school jock and I was already fifteen, were in the parking lot behind the school gym and we were necking.
Now, it's-not that I was a trampy girl or anything like that, it was just that he and I had dated for quite some time then. We had been through all of the preliminaries. I had jerked him off through his pants, and he had frigged me.
Then we had played with each other without the clothes in the way. But since we were always doing it in the car it was always neccesary to have our clothes just partially off. We were never able to just be naked.
So, Larry, (that was his name), kept pleading with me to finally do it with him, and my pussy was oozing cunt cream and I knew that I would just be a big hypocrite if I didn't let him fuck me. It was not comfortable.
Larry had his shirt on and I still had my blouse on although it was up around my armpits and my bra was opened so that I could reach into the cups and feel my boobs.
My skirt was up and my panties were down, but we found that I couldn't really spread my legs enough in that position, so I had to take my panties off. Larry's pants were down around his knees so that his hard cock was fully exposed.
One of my legs was being crushed under the boy's hulking body and my other leg was up on the dashboard. His hand was roughly kneading the tender pink flesh of my pussy and tugging at my black pussy hairs.
He was not very gentle or very experienced.
The next thing I knew he had his hard cock at the lips of my cunt. He was rubbing his cock head up and down and then he slammed his meat into me just a little bit. Now his cock was lodged between the lips of my twat.
I put one hand on his well-muscled ass, patly to feel the tension in his muscles and partly to steady him and keep him from ramming too viciously into me.
But I guess that ramming hard into me was the only way that he could really take my cherry. I felt his cock break through the thin layer of flesh that was protecting my virginity and then I felt his cock slide in despite the stinging sensation that was making my cunt walls tighten up around him.
When he did this my legs flailed out wildly and the next thing I knew I had kicked hard against the horn of the car. The horn started to blare just as his cock head slammed against the inside of my pussy.
There was no way that he could get his cock out of my cunt, so he just tried to turn toward the horn to try to get it unstuck. But he couldn't do that and he was getting all tangled up in my leg.
By that time the two of us looked like two contortionists.
And the next thing I knew there was a bright flashlight shining in on us. Between all of that noise and the bright glare of the spotlight it's amazing that the boy maintained his erection, but I suppose that Larry really was hot by that time.
The school guard who was shining the spotlight into the car window reached in and managed to turn the horn off by pressing it in a little more. Larry and I remained absolutely still as we were. We did not dare to move or begin fucking or pull out from the position that we were in.
"Ain't this nice!" the guard said, looking us over. By that time I could see that it was a young and good-looking guard. He licked his lips as he looked at our intertwined naked bodies.
"I could report the two of you!" he said. "But this looks so good I think that I'd rather enjoy it! Go ahead and fuck!"
So with the flashlight pointed onto us, Larry fucked my pussy in the tight confines of his car. I kept looking up to see what the guard was doing. He was reaching down to his pants and he was doing something there. Then I saw that his arm was moving rapidly back and forth.
I knew that this man was jerking off while he was watching my pussy getting fucked. It made me hotter and it made my cunt juicier. I was bobbing my hips up and down and urging Larry on to greater thrusts.
Then as Larry was shooting into me I looked up and saw that the guard was gone.
Larry was anxious to put on his clothes and get out of there, but as he was doing that I had to get out of the car and see where the guard had gone. When I went around the car I saw that there was a wet spot of. white drool that had splashed against the car.
I ran my finger across this spot and saw that it was cum. It was still moist and warm. I put my finger to my lips and knew that this cum had been spilled because this man was looking at me!
This may sound crazy, but I was really an object of lust, and that was very exciting to me!
That guard had frightened me and that had gotten me really hot! Then his jerking off while looking at me got me even hotter!
The next time that Larry tried to fuck me was 'while his parents were away for the weekend. He had the whole house to himself and there was no chance of anyone walking in on us and interrupting us.
He was very disappointed and he told me that I had been so much hotter in the car. I knew what the problem was. There was no threat of being caught at it! The thing that got me hot was knowing that someone might catch us at it.
Since that time I have had a number of other boyfriends and most of them have been very nice guys. However I have never been able to do it with a guy when we were in his bedroom.
If I knew that it was a nice and safe bedroom I just couldn't get my cunt cream flowing. Guys were able to fuck me, but it was never any fun.
The times that have been fun have been when we were in strange places where there was a certain danger.
I had one boyfriend who did it with me in the back of a cemetary. There was a funeral going on at this particular gravesite and we had gone for a walk through these grounds.
Anyway, there was this rather large mausoleum and he and I just started to kiss. It was getting close to winter so we were both wearing coats. I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out which surprised him a little bit.
But it apparently did not surprise him too much. He lifted up my skirt in the back and he pulled my panties down. Then he swung me around. We were partially blocked from view by the graves that were around us and of course by the mausoleum that was right next to us.
I had to bend at the waist a little bit and he was able to push his cock into my pussy from behind. He fucked me fast and hard and he came before the funeral service was even done on the other side of the mausoleum.
It was very exhilarating watching all of those people walking out of the cemetary and walking alongside of them. I had that wonderful secret. I knew that I had just done a wonderfully delightful and naughty thing while they were at the funeral.
I knew that they had been a matter of a few feet away from us while we were fucking and yet none of them knew it!
The boyfriends who have been unable to satisfy me and satisfy my needs have had to go. I just get too bored doing it in bedrooms all the time.
As you can see I am very demanding, but my sexuality gets a little scary. There is always the prospect that I will get in trouble! But I love the idea of danger and of doing it in the outdoors!
For me it is worth the risk that is involved in it!
INTERVIEW TWO
Well, Doctor, now I have to tell you about this one particular guy and the things that I have done with him.
There is this big husky blond named Joe who is so sexy and solidly built that I nearly went out of my mind. You might ask how I came to meet Joe and I can tell you. He was my plumber.
He was sent by my building super to fix the leak in my John.
Now, as you already know I have a passion for exposing myself. I love to be naked or partially undressed. So, that day, knowing that a plumber was expected in, I was walking around in this very sheer dressing gown.
I had nothing on underneath the gown and when the doorbell rang I opened it a little extra at the top. Well, when I got a look at Joe I knew that he was worth opening the top of my robe for. He was wearing jeans that were sliding down his hips and revealing the top of his undershorts and he was wearing a white tee shirt that was clinging to his sweat-stained chest.
Leading him to the bathroom I could feel his eyes on me. He got right down to work and as he bent over I saw that he had no belt on his loose jeans so that they kept riding down and exposing his underpants.
Even though it was only the waistband of underpants it was exciting. I love any kind of exposure and this was enough to get me turned on.
I kept annoying Joe constantly because I wanted to be around him. I would leave the bathroom and then come back in two minutes to look in on him again.
Well, one time when I came back to the bathroom I saw that the door was closed but it was not closed all the way. It was still opened a crack. The door opened in such a way that the toilet was to the side of it and Joe was standing there taking a piss.
I held my breath as I saw him holding his cock and urinating. Then as he shook the slab of meat to let the last drops of piss fall off, he kept on shaking it and rubbing it.
It was obvious then that his cock was growing to his touch. I understood just what he was doing. He knew that I would be back there to look in on him and he had left the door slightly ajar so that I would see him peeing.
He did not look up from his cock, but just worked on beating off. He must have realized by that time that I was there.
I unfolded the flaps of my dressing gown and I reached for the fluffy black hairs that bordered my cunt lips. My index finger rammed in between my pussy flesh and I was frigging in and out as I watched the handsome blond plumber play with himself.
Then I knew that I had to play out the scene with him. I pushed against the door as I closed my robe once more. He turned and looked at me with a start. He tried to hide his cock, but I was staring at him.
"You were playing with yourself!" I accused.
"I wasn't exposing myself, lady! Exposing is only when you do it flagrantly. I closed the door!" he said, rationalizing. Obviously this was a ploy that Joe liked to use and he knew all the laws by heart.
But then he saw that I was smiling and he saw that my hands were reaching into my own robe. He knew then that I had a hot pussy.
In a moment we were in each other's arms and we were kissing and feeling each other up. I hardly had to open his pants to pull them down, they were so loose on him.
Then, when we were standing with his erection right up against my black muff, he pulled away and said, "Not here! I know a wonderful place!"
His pants were up and his hard-on was stuffed back in. I pulled on a dress and I didn't even bother to put on a bra or panties. I was ready for anything that Joe wanted to suggest!
The two of us got into his battered old truck and began to ride along. My cunt was creaming as I thought of making it with Joe on the cracked blue upholstery in his truck. But that would come later on.
He drove to a movie theatre that was showing this awful war movie about some people trying to attack a bridge. I have no idea what it was. I know that the movie was just made this year and they say that it is already sold to television. It lost a fortune in money.
So the movie theatre was empty for this flop film. He climbed all the way up into the balcony and we were higher than anyone else.
As soon as I was seated there, he was down on his knees in front of me and he had his head under my dress. His lips were at my pussy and I lifted my hips in the seat to give him greater access to my cunt.
He parted the tender pink lips with his tongue and then he slipped his tongue quickly between my spread pussy flesh. As soon as his tongue was inside of my cunt lips, the lips slammed closed around him and he was a prisoner inside my inflamed twat.
He started to describe little circles with his tongue and his tongue was pressing against all of the sides of my pussy so that it was juicing up in response to his attentions.
Then, when he had gotten my cunt lips to loosen their grip a little bit, he began to fuck in and out of me with his tongue. His tongue slid deep inside of my twat and then it pulled back out.
He was coaxing the pussy juice out of me.
When he shoved his strong tongue up my twat, he flexed and unflexed it so that it was pressing hard against the sides of my vagina. I was close to moaning, but when I looked to the side I saw that the blue-uniformed usher was coming up the isle. I didn't want to call out to attract him over to me.
And yet, the fact that this other person was nearby while I was getting my cunt eaten out was exciting to me. An usher in a theatre may not seem like much, but he was a man in a uniform and I felt very excited at the possibility of this authority figure catching me in the act of getting my cunt eaten!
Then, watching the usher as he moved back down the aisle, I began to cum. My pussy lips tightened down around Joe's invading tongue and the flesh inside of my vagina was undulating with delight.
His tongue was a captive prisoner and he was unable to move it in or out at all. He just flexed it and unflexed it to try to lap up all of the cunt cream that was oozing out of the tender and moist flesh in my body.
I put my hand in my mouth to keep from crying out and then with one final heaving I knew that my pussy had finished and that I was done with that fabulous orgasm in the balcony of the movie theatre.
When Joe sat down in his seat, licking his lips, he put his hands behind his head. I didn't have to be told what to do. I got down on my knees in the narrow aisle in front of him and I started to open his pants.
Pulling out his already thickened cock it looked a lot larger than when I had seen him beating off. I put the cock head to my mouth and then I impaled myself on the firm shaft of meat.
I began to bob my head up and down as I ate his cock and he looked around to see if there was a possibility that the two of us would be discovered.
It was wonderful!
But then when we left the movie theatre we still had to deal with fucking. I was anxious to see what Joe would come up with as a good place to fuck me.
Well, the place where we ended up wasn't very imaginative but it was romantic and very dangerous.
Joe took me to the park and the two of us went for a walk into the woods. We were making out among the trees and then he just pulled my dress up so that his fingers were up my twat.
I spread my legs and he unzipped his pants. Pulling out his cock he placed it right at the lips of my cunt. As I was lying there I could hear the sounds of children playing nearby. I knew that there were some teenaged boys having a baseball game just a few yards away.
And then his cock was inside of me. He was fucking wildly in and out and in and out. I was raising my hips up to meet each of his thrusts.
This was what I really liked. I didn't want to have sex in some quiet little bedroom with dark lights. I wanted to have it in a place where someone might intrude. I wanted to be able to know that there was life going on nearby.
The fact that I heard the sound of the ballgame was an important turn-on to the fucking.
But things went a little sour for Joe and for me. You see, finding kinky and unusual places was one thing when I would get a guy every now and then. But Joe and I started to see each other very regularly.
It really became a problem trying to figure out where we could go to fuck.
What more could I ask for than to have a boyfriend who liked to screw in unusual places? To have enough unusual places to make the screwing worthwhile!
But after a few weeks when we had done it in the back of a church and in a chemistry lab where Joe had to do some work and in a broom closet in the office where I work when Joe came to pick me up after work, we began to run out of ideas.
He was just as much at a loss as I was. He liked the same thing that I did and he had been delighted when he had first found me. But then we didn't know what to do.
Well, Joe came up with a possible solution. I don't know how well this will work in the long run.
One evening when I arrived at his apartment, he pulled me inside the door and he said to me, "Quick before my parents get home!"
I just looked at him for a moment. I knew that he lived alone and I also knew that his parents were in Cleveland. But then I saw that his face was in deadly earnest and I understood that he was playing a game with me.
Well, I can tell you that the game was working. My pussy was steaming up and was ready to ooze cunt cream at the thought of having to hurry up with sex so that we wouldn't be caught by a pair of sneaking parents.
But, that wasn't all for the night!
After we had had a romantic dinner together, (and that was already after we had had our quickie so that we wouldn't get caught by his fictitious parents), I was doing the dishes.
We have a good understanding. Whichever one of us cooks, the other one does the dishes. It's nice to have an equal relationship like that.
When I got to his bedroom door he was lying on his bed in his undershorts and I could see that he had a big erection sticking up inside of them. As soon as he saw me he jumped out of the bed, pulled me into the room and slammed the door shut.
"Are you crazy?" he said.
"What's the matter?" I asked, seeing that once more his eyes were very earnest and sincere and never guessing that he was beginning another game.
"If they catch you in here I'll get expelled!"
"Don't you think I'm worth it?" I said, beginning to strip down and playing a cheap floozy for all it was worth.
He smiled and he rubbed his cock as he watched me do my sensuous striptease. I tossed my bra at him so that it landed right around his upturned meat. Then the two of us rolled around together on the bed and both of us slid out of our underwear.
Suddenly Joe stopped and looked up. He raised a hand and then whispered, "I think I hear something in the hall!"
I lifted my head from the pillow as he continued, "If that's the coach I'll be kicked out for sure!" There was a slight whine in his voice as he said this.
My heart was beating so loud and so fast that I could hear it and I could also hear the thumping of his heart as his broad chest pressed down against my well-rounded breasts and crushed the pointy pink nipples.
His game was working!
As long as I believed that we were in danger of being caught I could get very excited, even when I knew that we were actually just fucking in his bedroom.
When he came over to my apartment the following night I pulled him in the door and I said, "You fool, what if my husband should catch you like this?"
Thus far we have been through a complete encyclopedia of sexual threat situations. Both of us are turned on by them.
But here is what worries me now! We ran out of locations that we could use to have sex and be in danger of getting caught. Now I am afraid that we will run out of situations that we can invent where we can have sex and feel like we are in danger of getting caught.
It was so wonderful when I had first met Joe. Here was a man who liked the same thrills that I did. But I am afraid now that the thrill will die down and disappear. How can we keep it alive?
Can you help us, Doctor?