Female Exhibitionists

Jody

" ... and please try to help our daughter overcome this uncontrollable sexual problem that is destroying her."

Those were the pitiful last words in a letter I received from the parents of Jody M. Before I was able to contact these people and their daughter, Jody, disaster intervened. Jody, in her frightened, disturbed mind, decided to release herself from her difficulties and problems, and she chose the way so many of our young people are taking today. Jody destroyed herself with a lethal overdose of drugs.

I did not, however, lose interest in this unfortunate girl after her death. I visited her parents several times in the hope that we could reach some sort of conclusion as to the reasons why she did away with herself. The parents were very cooperative and discussed their daughter at length with me. The most important piece of information was, however, Jody's own document, her personal diary. Her parents had discovered these vital notes while going through her personal effects and had very generously allowed me to utilize the information contained therein. It is this record that gives us insight into Jody's aberration, and her sexual background and experience.

Had her parents, particularly her father, read this diary I am positive they would never allowed me to have it. This will become evident when you read certain portions of this record.

Following, then, are the important passages from this diary, mainly the sexual, which explain, in Jody's own words, the foundation and structure of her peculiar sexual drives.

June 10 Dear Diary:

I feel so grown up, having a diary of my own. Not many thirteen year old girls have one. I know none of my girlfriends do. I'm going to talk to you every night and tell you everything. I didn't think Mom would get you for me for my birthday, today, but she did and I'm so glad. I will talk to you tomorrow night, good night.

J

June 11 Dear Diary:

Nothing much happened today. I just went to school and things. Boys are sure funny. A few boys were chasing my girlfriend, Betsy, and me around the school yard when I tripped and fell. When I landed on the ground my dress went all the way up and the boys stood there staring up my legs. I wonder why they like to look at a girl's legs? I don't have anything there to look at. Even if I was naked there's nothing to look at, only a puffy slit, that I pee out of. Boys are the ones that have something to look at. I've seen what little boys have, a few times, but I don't understand what it is. Good night.

J.

June 21 Dear D.

Something funny sure goes on with my mom and dad. I heard all kinds of noises coming from their bedroom last night. I was afraid they were fighting but after awhile I heard them giggling and talking so I guess it was alright. I wonder what it's like to sleep in bed with a boy? I've slept with my girlfriend, Betsy, and we just talked and then went to sleep. See you tomorrow.

J.

June 25 Dear D.

Two boys in my school got into trouble. They were twelve years old and they took a girl in my class behind the school, under some stairs, last night after school. From what I heard they took her clothes off and fooled with her. They opened their pants too! I don't know why they would do a thing like that for. What could they do with a girl and what did they take her clothes off for?

My mom and dad were at it again last night. I'm worried because I don't know what they do when I hear all of that moaning and groaning. I think my father is hurting my mom. I'm going to try and find out what he is doing to her. I will tell you all about it when I find out.

J.

Dear D.

My friend, Betsy, sure is smart. She knows all about boys, and men. She's seen her father naked. She tried to describe what he has between his legs but it didn't make any sense to me. She said it was big and long, with something hanging down under it. It sounded a lot like the babies I've seen but theirs were small, just about nothing. She also told me she saw a boy about twelve years old and that his was stiff and standing straight out! I wonder how a boy can be comfortable with all that hanging between his legs, and if it was stiff how could he stand it? I guess I'll get the answers to my questions some day.

J.

July 21 Dear D.

Boy, today was really something! I visited a girl by the name of Maria after school. She has an older brother twelve and one of his friends came there looking for him. Her brother was gone and she told him and he asked if he could use the toilet. No one else was home but she told him he could. Well, he were sitting in the front room, drinking iced tea . when we heard a sort of sound coming from the hall to the bathroom. We got up and looked down the hall and there, at the end of the hall, in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, was this boy. He hadn't even shut the door. He had his pants open and had his thing out. I could see it was one of the stiff kinds, because it was going straight up into the air and he had his fingers around it going up and down. We were a little embarrassed, I guess, because we ran back into the front room and then we couldn't stop giggling.

Pretty soon the boy came out and said thanks and then left. We couldn't do anything but keep giggling. I guess when young girls like we are see something like that it sort of makes us feel funny, I know it did me. I just wish I could have been closer to that boy so I could see his thing better. Tired now, tomorrow.

J.

July 23 Dear D.

I couldn't wait to tell you what happened last night! I had been in bed for about a half hour, messing around. I discovered a good feeling between my legs the other night in the bath tub, and I was feeling myself, in bed. I guess I didn't tell you about that. Well I was taking a bath the other night and I was soaping myself between my legs, my pee hole, when I started to get this strange feeling there. I rubbed some more and it felt better and better. Pretty soon I felt funny all over. I finally put the wash rag down and just used my hand. That felt better, so I started to rub up and down my slit. I discovered that it felt the best at the top of my hole so I just rubbed it there. Then I found something that I didn't know I had! It's like a little bump right at the top of my pee hole, just inside. When I touch that boy it feels good! I became very interested in myself then and even tried to put my finger into my hole, but that hurt so I just kept on rubbing that little bump until I got tired.

Telling you, dear D., about my rubbing, makes me want to do it now, so I will tell you what happened last night tomorrow night. Sweet dreams.

J.

July 24 Dear D.

like I promised, I will tell you what happened the night before last.

Well, like I was telling you, I was in bed about a half an hour when I heard those groaning sounds coming from mom and dad's room. I decided that I would try to find out just what was happening in there and I got out of bed and went to their door.

When I got to their door I stood there listening and I could hear some of the words they were saying to each other. Things like, "Oh, honey, that feels so good," and, "Put it in now, baby." That was what my mom was saying, and my dad made a few remarks like, "Kiss it first, baby," and, "That's it, get it all wet and slippery."

I sure couldn't figure out what that was all about. I decided I would try to open the door to see what they were up to. I very carefully and slowly turned the door knob, and when it was turned all the way I eased the door open a crack. Boy, what I saw was something I'll never forget.

Their bed was lengthways toward the door, with the foot of the bed closest to the door. All I could see was their feet and legs, and also their butts. My father was on top, I knew that because I could see the hair on his legs, and my mother's legs were smooth and white underneath him. But the thing that interested me was that she had her legs around his waist and there was enough light so that I could see between his butt! I saw this thing hanging down that looked like a small purse or bag with something heavy inside of it. It kept swinging back and forth because my dad's butt was going up and down and sort of forward and backward. After looking closely I began to get glimpses of his hard thing. It was going into my mother's hole! My dad would pull it way out and then push it all the way into my mom's opening.

I don't really know what was going on, but I'm getting some kind of idea. I'll have to think about when I'm not so tired. Anyway, I looked for a few minutes and then I went back to my own bed. Love

J.

July 26 Dear D.

I'm so very happy to have you to talk to and tell all my secrets to. I can tell you everything, just everything, because I know that what I tell you will always be kept secret. I couldn't even talk to mom the way I talk to you.

I rub rny hole every night, now, and I really get a Am feeling from it. I've learned where to rub, and how to make it feel good. I'm still trying to get my finger into my hole but it still won't go in. I'm going to keep trying, though. I have a full length mirror on my closet door and tonight I took all my clothes off and looked at myself in it. I like my body, it's really filling out. My breasts are getting pretty big. I can see the outline of them rising and it looks like they are going to be a good size. For a while I was afraid I wouldn't get any breasts. They come out to a point and the nipples are real big. When I rub the nipples they get hard and stick out. Sometimes, when I least expect it, like in school or walking down the street, they get hard. Every time I rub my hole they always get stiff. It feels good when I rub my hands over them, and squeeze the nipples between my fingers. I usually play with them while I'm rubbing myself. The other day I was babysitting a six year old boy and I was playing on the floor with him when I got this funny feeling, like I get in bed at night, and I did something that I don't understand. I lifted up my sweater and said to him, "Look what I have." He looked at them for a while and then reached out and squeezed them, and sort of ran his hands over them. You can't imagine how swell that felt, and my nipples were so swollen I thought they were going to burst. I just laid on the floor and let him play with them. Pretty soon I got that feeling at my hole, so I pushed my hand under my shorts and panties and rubbed myself, right there on the floor! I wonder why I did such a thing? Time to go to sleep, goodnight dear D.

J.

Aug ll Dear D.

Boy, I really had an experience this afternoon! My friend Betsy and me went to the movies like we do every Saturday. We sat in our usual seats, about ten rows back from the screen. We had been watching the movie for about a half hour when a man about thirty years old sat next to Betsy. I didn't pay much attention to him until about ten minutes later. My eyes were glued to the screen and I was enjoying the picture when I heard Betsy sigh so I turned to see what was the matter. She had slumped down in her seat with her legs spread apart, with her dress way up above her knees. I noticed something dark on her white skin and when I looked closer I could see the man's hand moving up her thigh and disappear under her dress! I couldn't believe it! She was sighing softly, as if she was enjoying what he was doing to her. Then I saw something that shook me. Betsy's hand was under the man's coat in his lap. It was too dark to see much but I saw that.

I kept watching them out of the corner of my eye for awhile and then the man bent over and whispered in Betsy's ear. She sort of giggled and then sat up and grabbed me by the arm. "Listen," she whispered to me, "we can make two dollars if you want to do something, you want to?" I hesitantly asked her, "What do you mean?"

She bent real close to me then, with her mouth on my ear, "This nice man sitting next to me wants to sit between us and mess around with us, our legs and things, and he'll pay us each two dollars if we let him. Nothing can happen here in the show, and he'll even let us play with his thing, if we keep our mouths shut. I've done it before and it's boss fun, what do you say?"

I was a little scared at first, but it began to sound exciting to me, after awhile, so I said "OK."

The man moved into my seat after I moved over and then he started doing it. He put his hand on my leg and started moving up and down my thigh. The strangeness of his hand on my bare skin sent an odd chill through my body and I got goose bumps, but after awhile I began to get a warm feeling. He was doing the same thing to Betsy. His hand kept getting closer to that place between my legs but he was taking it very slowly. He was taking so long to touch me there I almost asked him to do it, because my hole was just aching for something to touch it!

Finally he had his hand right there, on my panties. I was so excited by this time, I pressed my body down onto his hand! This was all he needed, he worked his hand under my panties and started rubbing my hole the way I always did, but it felt a hundred times better with his hand doing it!

While he was massaging my hole he leaned over and whispered, "Put your hand under my coat and see what you find."

I didn't do it right away because it seemed scary, but I finally did it. I worked my hand under the coat and felt around a bit and then my hand touched it! The first sensation I had was the heat that was coming from it. I started to feel around on it, moving my fingers all over it lightly like that was causing it to jump and move around. It felt so soft and nice. Then I got braver and started to put my hand around it when I touched Betsy's hand. When she felt my hand she took hers away, I guess because she knew I'd never touched one before and wanted me to have my fun.

I can't begin to tell you, dear D., what an exciting thrill it was to have my hand around my first man-thing. How can I describe the way it felt? like I said, it was real hot, and it was hard and yet soft, sort of rubbery. I could feel the life throbbing and pulsating through it as I clasped it firmly in my hand. I guess instinct dictated to me because I started raising and lowering my hand along the shaft. The faster I went on his thing the faster he went on my hole, and when I realized this I started going faster and faster. Suddenly I felt his thing getting bigger and bigger, and then something happened that really surprised me. Stuff started pouring out of his thing. At first I thought he peed on my hand but I found out he didn't because this stuff was thick, like canned milk, and there was sure a lot of it!

My hand was covered with it so before I pulled my hand out from under his coat I managed to wipe most of it on the coat, hoping he wouldn't realize that I did it. I finished wiping my hand on the side of my dress.

When the stuff started flowing he had jammed his finger all the way into my hole. I didn't even realize it until it was all over. He pulled it out right after he made that stuff, and when I took my hand away he fumbled around in his lap a little bit and then got up quickly and practically ran down the isle and out the door.

Betsy and me stayed until the end of the movie and then we came home. When I took my dress off I could see white stuff where I had wiped my hand.

It was quite an afternoon, dear D., I'm off to sleep.

J.

As you have no doubt noticed, the diary entries are not continuous, by date. Since space is limited, and the fact that much of her writings are irrelevant to our interest, I have discarded those writings that do not pertain to our subject.

I would also note, at this point, that the experience Jody had with the man in the theater proved to be quite a traumatic one. Since this was her first sexual contact with a male it was to remain indelibly recorded in her mind for the rest of her life. It played a major part in determining her sexual role in life. We now continue with Jody's treatise.

Sept. 13 Dear D.

We had a fun day today! Betsy and I decided that we would try to find out what this was all about between boys and girls, and I sure learned a lot!

There's two boys in our room at school that are as dumb as we are on the subject and they are always trying to get girls to go with them to mess around. Well, Betsy and me decided that we would take them up on the idea and go with them. We told them we would go with them after school and they were sure excited.

After school we all got together and the boys said they knew a place in the park just a few blocks from the school where we could do things and no one would see us. They led us to a wide section of high, thick bushes on the edge of the park and it would be impossible to see anyone once they were in the center of the bushes, and that's exactly where we went.

We climbed and crawled into this place and finally came to a clearing that even had one of those big park benches in it. I could tell that it had been used by others because there was a lot of bottles, cans and rags and stuff all around.

Once we got settled in there the boys didn't waste any time. The one I was with, more or less, was named Ed and the other one was Al, so Ed said, "okay, let's all show each other what we look like, you know, our secret parts."

With that he started to undo his pants. Al did too and Betsy and me were a little scared, at least I was. The boys quickly dropped their pants and Ed said, "Come on, you girls gotta show us yours too."

They just stood there in their underwear waiting for us to make a move. Then Betsy surprised me by saying, "I got an idea, let's all pull down our underwear together. When I say go we'll pull them down." I guess I was the only one who was afraid to do anything.

Betsy and I lifted up our dresses and put our thumbs under the elastic of our panties and the boys did the same. She waited a few seconds and then she said, "Go!"

The boys yanked their underwear down and so did I and then I heard Betsy laughing. There she was, standing there with her panties still on, laughing! I dropped my dress right away but the boys just stood there with their little hard things sticking out, and looking very mad.

"Your nothing but a cheater, and you're chicken, too!" Al yelled at Betsy, "You're just like all the girls."

I was mad too, because I didn't think she would do a thing like that to me. "Why don't you play fair?" I asked her.

She just laughed again and said, "I was only kidding, it was sure funny," and with that she lifted up her dress and down came her panties.

I don't know what I would do without you to talk to. I tried to ask my mom about sex things, but she just acted like she was afraid to tell me anything. I can't bring myself to ask dad. I don't know why mom won't help me, I know she could if she only would.

Anyway, let me tell you about last night, it was boss!

My folks went to a party and when they came home they were feeling pretty good, from drinking I mean. They were laughing and carrying on, it was wild. They thought I was asleep so they didn't worry about anything they did. I waited until they went to bed and I got out of my bed and sneaked down to their room. They didn't even shut the door all the way!

I crept up to the door and peeked in. They were both naked and standing in the middle of the room kissing. I could see mom's butt clinching and then dad put his hands on her butt cheeks and pulled her tightly against him.

"Let's get to bed," mom whispered, and dad said, "okay."

They separated and for the first time I saw my dad's thing. It was bigger than I could ever imagine. I don't know if it was bigger than the man in the theater because I only felt his but it sure seemed big to me. It was about half stiff, and his bag was hanging down under it. I had a quick thought that I would like to handle my dad's thing in my hands.

Mom sat on the bed and dad stood in front of her, his thing getting bigger and bigger. He was so close to her that his thing was almost in her face. Mom reached out and started to caress and squeeze dad's thing and it jumped up straight and stiff immediately. She pumped on it for awhile and then she did something that was beyond my imagination or comprehension! Mom bent her head down and put the head of dad's big thing in her mouth!

She just sort of licked and sucked on the big top, going all over it like it was one of those round suckers! I could see dad's butt cheeks squeezing together and relaxing as mom worked it over. Suddenly mom drove her mouth right down to the bottom of his thing!

When she did this dad's butt really tightened up, and he started to groan. Mom just kept going up and down his thing with her mouth and she was gripping it where that bag was attached, with her hand. She was moving slowly and steadily, and as her mouth came up to the top I could hear her making a sort of slurping, sucking sound.

After a few minutes of this action dad pushed mom's head off of his thing and said, "Come on, baby, let's get in bed and fuck." With that, they both laid down on the bed, mom on her back and dad on his stomach. He had his legs apart and I could see his hairy bag peeking out between them. He played with her titties for awhile, and also her pink, hairy hole, and then he climbed on top of her, between her legs.

I could see his thing touching the lips of her hole entrance and then she reached down and rubbed the head of it up and down her slot and then she aimed it and he pushed. It slipped right in and continued until it was completely out of sight, and his bag was resting on her butt! With an even rhythm he started pushing in and pulling out, and then mom put her legs around dad's waist. When she did this I could see his thing in her hole and even her little butt hole, just like I had seen the other time.

I figured I'd seen enough, and I didn't want to get caught, so I went back to my room. When I got into bed I put my hand down on my hole and started to play around with it. I found I could get a finger just about all the way into it, and that sure did feel good! I ended up rubbing that fun spot, and it felt better than ever. I started rubbing it with even strokes and suddenly I began to feel something rising through my body. I rubbed faster and faster and then it happened. It felt as if my hole was sucking my finger into it, and I was getting a strange, new sensation down below my tummy. My tittie nipples were stretching with hardness, and I could feel a blush cover my body like a blanket. I started gasping for air and I couldn't feel any part of my body but the little bump in my hole and my finger rubbing on it. Then, unexpectedly, I sort of saw stars or lights, and for a few minutes I didn't know where I was!

It sort of scared me, at first, because I didn't know what happened, but I felt so good and relaxed that I just drifted off into a deep sleep.

I shall again take the liberty to interrupt Jody's narrative with an explanation. From this point in her diary until she was sixteen, nothing of great interest happened in her sexual life. That is to say nothing more important than those incidents that I am relating to you now. She did manage to observe her parents in the process of intercourse several more times, and she also became quite intimate with a few boys, but never to the point of intercourse. As has been noted earlier, she acquired the taste for masturbating boys, and this she would do for them but nothing else.

There is one definite change in Jody, however, and that is her vocabulary. She had learned all of the 'street' words for sex and used them quite profusely in her diary. I doubt very much that she used these words when talking with her family or most of her friends.

So we shall continue her story at the age of sixteen, in fact on the very day she became that age.

June 10 Dear D.

Wow, I'm finally sixteen! And I feel so much older than when I first made you part of my life three years ago, my precious, dear friend. I shall continue to tell you my most intimate of secrets, as I have in the past. I had a big party today, with lots of friends, and I'm so very tired. I will be with you tomorrow.

J.

June ll Dear D.

Sorry I didn't say much to you last night but I was so tired. We had a ball at my birthday party. There was six boys and six girls. We were lucky too, because my mom and dad took advantage of the situation, and they also considered me old enough to take care of things, and they went to a show downtown and then went dancing. They didn't come home until quite late.

We played all sorts of games, like dare, and pony express, and some other ones, it was really fun! There was no fights, and even the girls got along with each other!

This one game, pony express, was wild! The way it's played is, everyone draws a playing card from the deck and the one with the lowest card goes into the bedroom. The lights are all off and they just stay in there waiting for whoever is the pony express rider. It's sort of like post office, but you use cards. After the person goes into the bedroom then everyone draws a card again to see whose turn it is to be the rider. I mean everyone of one sex. That is, if a boy is in the bedroom then all the girls pick cards to see who goes in there with the boy, and vice versa, to deliver the mail.

The rider then goes into the bedroom, shuts the door and feels around to find the recipient of the letter. When he does he can do anything to the receiver he wants to, until they say, "deliver the letter." When they say that, then the rider must kiss them and they leave the bedroom. It's hard to tell who the rider is until you leave the room and get into the light, that's what makes it fun!

I had my eye on this one guy who was the boyfriend of one of the girls. I thought he would be great to get. As luck would have it, I became rider when he was in the room!

I want to tell you, sweet diary, that I have a great way to find out what a boy has between his legs, I mean the size of it. I like to jack them off and it's more fun if they have a big one. I manage to sit in front of each boy and let my dress slip up way above my knees so they can look right up my legs! I always do this so no one else can see me, of course, except the guy. When he looks up my legs he is usually surprised because when I'm out to do this I don't wear any panties!

Please excuse me, diary, but my favorite TV show is coming on and I want to see it. I will finish this tomorrow.

J.

June 12 Dear D.

Nothing happened today, just a plain old school day so I can finish about the party.

like I was saying, I knew how big his dick was because he had seen my pussy when I sat in front of him, and his dick got hard right away. All I had to do was look at the bulge in his pants and I decided he was great. It was great luck that I won the trip into the bedroom with him!

When I went in the door to the room I tried to see where the guy was but I couldn't spot him, so I had to work my way around the room to find him. I found him standing next to the far side of the bed. Man, I didn't know where to start with him! I decided not to waste any time and so I pressed myself against him, put one arm around him and reached down and grabbed his cock with the other.

He jumped when I did that but he just stood there. He was something else, because his dick started to get hard right away. I had it stiff in no time! As quickly as possible I unzipped his pants and pulled out prick and balls both. Man he sure had bitchin' equipment! His cock was quavering in front of him just waiting to be jacked off! My pussy was burning with anticipation, so I put my hand on it to help it along.

I clasped my other hand around his bouncing tool and started my action on it. I was getting so turned on that I had to pull him over to the bed, by his cock, and I sat down with him standing in front of me.

The boy was just sort of panting and sighing as I jacked away on his prick, and I had my finger going in my pussy at the same time. I thought he would ask me to give him the letter' before this but he didn't say a word! I just started pumping faster, on him and on me, and very soon I was rewarded for all of my efforts.

He must have saved that load for six months! When he shot it covered the front of my dress and splattered all over my legs. I couldn't have prayed for a more glorious come! I grabbed his balls when I felt his sperm charging up, through his tube, and he shot so hard they lifted right out of my hand.

We had been in there so long that the others wondered about us. Either that or they thought they would catch us in a compromising position. At any rate, they came charging through the door and caught me sitting there with the guy's come all over the front of me, and I was still holding his dick in my hand with it's final emmision dripping to the floor.

We looked so funny everybody laughed and I guess that saved the situation.

We played a few more games after that but my time with that guy was what was important to me, dear diary, because I came right with that guy! Later love.

J.

Sept. 9 Dear D.

I couldn't wait to tell you about the new kick I found, it's really out of sight! They're called 'reds.'

My friend Betsy knows these two guys and they get these reds from somebody, so they asked us if we would like to try some. We heard a lot about things like that but we never tried them until these two guys talked us into it. They were going to a party where everybody takes them, and they begged us to go with them. They were nice, good-looking guys so we finally accepted their invitation.

It was an afternoon party so we didn't have to make any excuses to our folks. When we got there things were going strong. Everybody was laughing and raising hell. It seemed, at first, that they were all drunk, but after watching them for awhile it became obvious that something else was going on.

It was a crowd that I didn't know, they were older than Betsy and me, as were the boys that took us there. As I looked around the room I saw girls sitting on boy's laps, necking, and some of them were going pretty far. I even saw a guy sitting on another guy's lap and they were kissing!

We were standing there, looking around, when this girl came over to us. She was about fifteen years old and a really attractive girl. Her golden, glowing hair cascaded down to her shoulders and flowed gently over them, framing her lovely face in a circle of yellow silk. She was wearing a see-through blouse and it was not difficult to see her avocado shaped, large breasts. They were solid but not so solid that they didn't vibrate when she walked. The rest of her body was sure great, slim waist, slightly protruding tummy and boy, what an ass! It was just a bit larger around than a boy's but it swelled out behind her like two honeydew melons underneath the tight shorts she was wearing. And she, like everyone else, was barefoot.

I forgot to tell you, my diary, that the boy I was with was named Jim and Betsy's boy was named Ray.

Anyway, Jim introduced us to the girl and her name was Carla and she was the one putting on the party. She introduced us to the other kids, ranging in age from fifteen to eighteen. They were in various states of dress and undress, and having a blast.

After the introductions, Carla took us into one of the bedrooms and told us to wait there. She went into another room and when she came back she had a little medicine bottle in her hand that had red pills in it. They were about the size of those red cold pills. She handed the bottle to Jim and he quickly put it in his pocket, and we all went back into the front room.

Jim got the four of us together and said, "Look, these are the fun pills I was telling you about. Man, they sure do turn you on. We got three apiece which is plenty for this afternoon and then some."

With that, he gave us our pills. Then he added, "Take one now, get some water in the kitchen, and if you feel things slowing down take another one. Man, it's better'n a drunk!"

Betsy and me went into the kitchen, got some water and just sort of stood there with the glasses in our hands. I was a little scared to take the damn thing and so was she. Finally we decided, what the hell and gulped them down.

It's getting late and mom just hollered at me to get to bed, so, talk to you later, dear friend.

J.

Sept. 10 Dear D.

Back again. I saw Jim in school today, and he winked at me and it made me blush when I thought about the things we did yesterday. I'm glad I can tell you, because I want to tell someone, so here's what happened.

After those pills started working it was really boss. I was sort of floating around the room, and so was everything in the room. We all started dancing to some of Carla's great records. I guess I danced with half of the guys there. One guy held me so close I could feel his hard dick pushing into my stomach. After a while Carla stopped the record player and announced that we were going to play a game.

I had been playing a game most of the night. I was showing off my ass to every guy there. If they were sitting on a chair or on the couch I'd get on the floor in front of them and while I talked to them I'd lift up my knees so they could look between my legs and see all! If they were sitting on the floor I'd sit on a chair and please them with my show. I could see them all get stiff cocks, under their pants!

Anyhow, Carla explained how the game was played, and it sure wasn't a kid's game. First, one boy, Jim in this case, and one of the girls, Carla, would represent their sex group. They flipped a coin to see which group, boys or girls, would be first. Jim lost so the boys were first.

Carla then told all the boys to follow her into the bedroom. We girls all just stood there like dummies trying to figure out what was going to happen. When Carla came back she told us that in a few minutes we would all go into the bedroom and do our part of the game, and that it was our turn after the boys to do the same thing they were going to do. No matter how hard we tried to get her to tell us what they were doing, she wouldn't.

Jim hollered out that they were ready, so we all followed Carla to the bedroom. The lights were out and it was pitch dark in there. At the door she told us what our part was. We were to go in and the first boy we touched was ours and he had to do anything we wanted him to, or we could do anything we wanted to him!

I was about the fourth girl to go through the door and I walked around the room until I stumbled over a guy. I started to say I was sorry but remembered that we weren't supposed to talk. He was sitting on the floor so I just got down there with him. I just sat there for a few minutes, not knowing what to do, it was weird not saying anything.

It was about that time that the pill started really hitting me. I had this groovy feeling travel down my body and it seemed to go right to my pussy. I started feeling sexy as hell. I decided that this guy didn't know who I was and I didn't know him so why worry, and I reached out to his fly and unzipped it!

Boy, was he ready! I guess he wasn't wearing any underwear because I no sooner got the zipper down when his enormous prick leaped out at me like a rattlesnake pouncing on its prey! It was bouncing and jumping around but I finally caught it with both hands and held on. I started feeling it all over and it was marvy. It felt as big around as a Pepsi bottle, and at the top it was bigger where the head blossomed out.

I reached into his pants and lifted out his big, fleshy bag of balls and bounced them one in each hand. I love to play with a guy's balls. I put one hand on his hot cock and proceeded to jack it off, still keeping my other hand on his balls. His breathing got deeper and I knew he was liking it a lot.

Finally I dropped his spongy balls and put my hand on my cunt and drove a finger into the wet, slippery mass and it felt wild. Suddenly I got this crazy desire to do something I've never done before. I don't know if it was the red pills or what, but. ... I'm ashamed to tell even you, dearest D., but I wanted to put my mouth on his thing!

Mom's at me again to get to bed so see you tomorrow.

J.

Sept. ll Dear D.

Nothing happened today and I'm dying to tell you what happened at the party.

like I was saying I was dying to put my lips around his dick but something told me it wasn't nice. That was only a quick thought, though because I bent over and put my tongue on the broad-faced head and licked the little mouth. Then I put the engorged head into my mouth and he sucked in his breath and moaned. I got carried away and moved my lips halfway down his tool, choking a little as the head hit the back of my mouth.

Instinctively, I realized that I should move my mouth the same way I move my hand when I jack a prick off, so I started sucking it way in and then lifting back up to the head. It drove him wild! My hand was finger fucking my pussy in rhythm with my sucking and I didn't know about him but I was ready to let loose. I knew about him in a few seconds, though, because I felt the bottom side of his cock start expanding and his whole dick started to swell just the way it did in my hand when I did it that way.

Abruptly he exploded into my waiting mouth with an enormous load. I tried not to swallow any, but I wouldn't take my mouth off of it so I did swallow some of it. The rest of his sperm just gushed out the sides of my mouth and onto his prick and balls. The beautiful part of it is, I came right with him!

After that I got up quickly in case someone turned on the light. He wouldn't know who I was, but if he stayed in the same place I would know him, because I knew just about where we were in the room. Sure enough on went the lights and he was still sitting there. Wow, what a groovy guy. I'm going to try to get next to him in school and try to get a date.

I don't remember much from then on because I took another red, and everything is sort of blurry in my mind. I kinda remember everybody naked and I think I got screwed because the next day my panties were all messed up. It could be, though, I remember a guy sort of lying on top of me but then everything went out of sight.

It is confirmed that Jody had "gone the route" after this party, using barbiturates, and some telltale marks on the inner side of her arms indicated that she might have been "shooting."

As I read on I could not help but feel sympathy, empathy, and I concluded that it was a shame for such a young, lovely girl to get "hooked."

As we travel on through the pages of Jody's diary, we shall further see how far she digressed into the oblivion of narcotics.

One additional point, if the reader will bear, is that she had become quite sophisticated in the short period of her life-as witness her writing.

During the six months following the party Jody developed an obsession for her father. She had, as we know, viewed her father's genitals several times and she became obsessed with the desire to, of all things, masturbate him! This was, no doubt, created by the narcotics and her unhealthy desire for sexual release. She did, of course, continue to exhibit herself to other males, but her father had become her main objective, her ultimate target.

She planned her tactics carefully, knowing full well if she lost control and advanced too rapidly she would give her position away. She would manage to expose her body in such a way that it would seem accidental to him. It is difficult for one to believe that this man, Jody's father, was so naive he didn't realize the implication behind her actions.

The situation was culminated, finally, with the aid of narcotics and alcohol, as we discover in the final entries of this revealing document.

March 15 Dear D.

How long, how long must I wait to enjoy my dad. I can't hardly stand the torment, I want him so much.

Today I left the door of my room open half way, and took all of my clothes off, waiting for my dad to come up to bed. Mom had already gone to bed and he was watching something on TV. I took three "reds" so I would be riding high when he came up, and I sure was. Finally I heard him turn off the set and start upstairs.

I stood in front of the mirror of my dresser, knowing that when he passed my door he could see my pretty ass and my front at the same time. I started fingering myself in anticipation. Knowing he had time to get to my door, I looked at the door in the mirror. Sure enough there he was peeking through the door. I could barely see the side of his head.

I guess I was so pilled out I sort of lost control because I did something for him that I never did before. I picked up my hair brush and slipped it into my pussy, as I had done many times before, by myself, and started masturbating. That kept him at the door, believe me.

My next move was to lie on the floor, sideways to the door, and continue my artificial fucking. I could hear him breathing heavily for awhile, and then I heard him walk quickly away, to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

I was so high I just stayed there on the floor and finished the false fuck with the hair brush. The whole room seemed to be revolving around the world, but I got to bed somehow.

Tomorrow mom is going to my aunt's house for a few days to help take care of her while she's sick. I am determined to take advantage of her absence and make my move with dad. I will either make out or catch holy hell, we shall see.

J.

March 17 Dear D.

So sorry I didn't get to you yesterday but too many things happened, and I was pooped! Guess what? Thrill of all thrills, I did it! I had dad's beautiful, gorgeous, exciting dick!

I've been high on pills and caps for three days, man it's groovy. There isn't anything I can't do, the way I feel. I don't ever want to come down!

Dad came home drunk yesterday afternoon and just made it to bed before he passed out. I decided that this was my big chance. I went into his bedroom and stood there looking at him on the bed. What a beautiful, handsome man he was laying there sleeping like a child. He had managed to get his pants and shirt off and only had his shorts on. I couldn't keep my eyes off of the bulge of his crotch. How many times I've seen it in action with my mother and now here it was at my mercy, and I planned to take advantage of it!

I was so high, I grabbed his shorts and yanked them off of him and there it was, the sex equipment that created me. I ripped off all of my clothes, and got on my knees beside the bed.

After studying every detail of this masculine perfection, I hesitantly reached out and lifted his dick with my hand. Limp as it was, it felt solid. I started running my fingers caressingly along the length of it, concentrating on the area under the roll of the head. I began kneading his ball filled sac like it was dough. He squirmed a little, but that didn't stop me for a second!

I had it hard and stiff in no time. It looked even bigger to me than when I saw it before, from a distance. Oh god, what a feeling that was to have my dad's prick in my hand. This was my dream come true! I gripped it tightly and slowly moved my hand up and down. Pretty soon a liquid jewel appeared on top of its head. It grew in size as I continued to pump his pulsing pillar of sex. I swiped it off with my finger and placed it on my lips reverently, my father's nectar of creation.

I began jacking him off seriously, maintaining a steady stroke, and reaching down, matched this action with my finger in my cunt. I could never have maintained this violent jogging of his cock if I hadn't been high.

His balls were leaping up and around with the movement of my hand. I lowered my head to them and pressed a kiss between the twin orbs.

Feeling his prick expanding with the oncoming eruption, I lifted my head to watch this miracle of life. I was just in time to receive his sperm right in my face. It felt as hot as lava, but I was too engrossed in my own orgasm to worry about a face full of sperm. In fact I came when it struck me in the face. My dad's ass had lifted right off the bed when he shot and then dropped heavily. I collapsed over his legs, still hanging on to his great prick.

After a few minutes of heaven I got up and, taking some tissues, cleaned up the virile liquid covering his cock and balls. Only when it started to dry, and get stiff, did I remember that I had a face full of his semen. I stopped by the bathroom on the way to my bed, and washed my face.

Now you know why I didn't write to you last night, dear one. My high is wearing off, now, and I don't have anything to take. I'm going to try and get some sleep.

J.

March 18 Dear D.

I paced the floor most of the night, last night. By morning I was in pretty bad shape, because I didn't have any stuff. I went into my dad's room, found his wallet and took twenty dollars to score. While I was getting dressed to go find my source I began to realize what I had done with my own father! I got sick and puked in the toilet. This was as far down as I've been for several days and the realization of what I have descended to is too much to bear. I can't believe I did what I did!

I found my source and got a fix fast. I bought caps with the rest of the money and came back home.

I looked in on my dad and he was still asleep. I began to get sexual desires for him again! I can't do that to him again, or to myself, so I think I'll put myself to sleep, wonderful sleep, for a long, long time. Goodnight my secret friend. Peace.

J.

That, of course, was Jody's last entry. She was discovered in her bed by her father. He at first thought she was sleeping, but closer observation told him otherwise. She had been dead several hours when he found her, dead from an overdose of narcotics.

It is doubtful that Jody would have become so seriously enamored with her father, or fulfilled her intense desire to have sexual relations of any sort with her father, had she not been engulfed in the nether world of narcotics.

It is perfectly normal for a young girl to love her father in a quasi-sexual sense, and most girls do. The first man in a female's life is, of course, her father, so quite naturally, this is how she develops her knowledge of the male, both psychologically and physically. Only when this devotion becomes an unreasonable mania is it dangerous to the normal father-daughter relationship, as is evident in Jody's case.

Jody gained her knowledge of sex, as many children do, from observing her parents performing the many intimate actions involved in intercourse. It was also her introduction to her father's genitalia. This observation caused her, quite naturally, to become curiously interested in sex.

Her actions with the man in the theater, and his reactions, opened the well of her deviation, into which she soon fell. Since this was her first sexual encounter it was traumatically sufficient to become a part of her sexual development. Her experience with the boys in the park served to reinforce her fetish (to masturbate the male penis) with the knowledge that she could obtain a penis by exhibiting herself to the male.

Once she gained adequate experience in exposing herself, coinciding with her unnatural desire to possess her father, she accomplished her goal.

CASE HISTORY:

Phil and Kim

I recall a very unusual and interesting case involving a young couple. They were a common law husband and wife, or in the vernacular of our day, they enjoyed "free love." When I met them they had been living happily together for something like three years. In fact, they appeared to be more closely united than most "official" marriages, claiming that the knowledge that either one could, if he so desired, pack up and leave the other without so much as a goodbye. As a result they each went out of their way to be compatible, and to please the other. They certainly seemed to have a good argument in their favor.

I had been attending various swingers' parties to acquire information for a study I was making on the sexual mores of our present day. I always make an effort to interview as many persons as possible, and that was how I came to know Phil and Kim. They were such an effervescent, fun-loving couple I made it a point to talk with them. Due to the activities of the evening I was unable to spend much time with them but they had mentioned enough about themselves that I became very interested in their lives, particularly their sexual activities. I asked them if they would visit my office so we could talk at greater length, and they said they would consider my invitation. Two weeks later they called and we set up an appointment.

From the very beginning of our discussion we all had an immediate rapport. We had a few cocktails and soon they were very much at ease. We discussed the party of the evening I met them, and then finally I managed to swing the conversation around to why they were there in my office. After that we began to get to the point. I asked them if they objected to my recording the discussion and both agreed that there was no objection whatever. Here, then, is the report taken directly from the above tape. I have purposely deleted certain uninteresting and irrelevant conversation in order to present the relevant.

De Armond: You mentioned that you were active in so-called swingers' clubs.

Kim: Yes, we belong to several.

De: How frequently do you attend the meetings?

Phil: Oh, we go about twice a week, sometimes we spend the whole weekend there, if it's that kind of club.

De: Are these clubs for couples only?

P: One of them only allows couples, but the other one is really wild. They do try to have an even number of guys and gals, though, it's a lot more fun that way.

K: If there's even numbers then you can exchange. I've noticed that always seems to be some sort of trouble if there's more of one sex than the other.

De: What is your main objective in attending these clubs?

P: Well, everyone can do their thing without being bothered by any unrealistic rules or laws.

De: Do you mean there's no rules, as far as sex is concerned?

P: There are rules, of course, but as far as sex the only ruling is that no one interferes with or hurts anyone else, don't bother anyone if they don't want you to.

De: You mentioned that everyone does their thing. What is your thing?

K: We like everything about sex, except MS, that's for the birds! We join in in just about every activity.

De: What do you mean MS?

K: Well, M stands for masochism, and 'S' means sadism. We don't go for hurting or being hurt. In fact none of that type of activity is allowed in the clubs we belong to.

De: There must be one thing that you consider the most stimulating or satisfying, above everything else?

P: Well ... there is something, but ... I guess it's a little difficult to discuss it. We talked about it on the way over here. We just don't want anyone to know some things that we do. I imagine we could get into trouble, if the wrong person found out.

De: I want you to know that nothing you say here will be identified with you people.

P: Well, if that's the case I guess we can tell you. Believe it or not we get our kicks from exhibiting our bodies!

De: You mean exhibitionism?

P: I guess that's what you call it.

De: That's very interesting, but I fail to see the tie-in with the clubs.

K: Well, like we said, everybody can do just about anything they want to do, and since we enjoy someone looking at our bodies, specifically our genitals, we get a lot of satisfaction walking around without our clothing, and we even go so far as to have intercourse in front of everybody!

P: It's not the most satisfying, but we get a lot out of it.

De: Now we're getting to the crux of the thing! Tell me specifically just what really turns you on, Phil.

P: I suppose we might as well, what do you think honey?

K: I don't mind talking about it, we have many times at club meetings, and Mr. De Armond has assured us that our statements will be confidential. I guess it's all right, Phil.

P: As surprising as it may sound to you, Mr. De Armond, we are confirmed exhibitionists, not just the party type, but outright, overt exhibitionists!

De: Are you telling me that you are both typical, that you both perform as such? P: Yes, and we're quite active.

It was quite difficult for me to believe this amazing revelation. In all of my years of research I had never encountered a couple, man and woman, who were both active exhibitionists. It has always been my experience, in cases of this type, that the wife or t he husband divorces or separates from the deviate mate, once his offense is revealed.

I enthusiastically continued my questioning.

De: Why don't you both, in your own words, tell me how this all came about. I think it would simplify matters if you each told your story one at a time. Start with your earliest sex experience and then the experience in your life that you feel was most responsible for your exhibitionistic sexual role. Why don't you begin first, Phil?

Phil: It all started, I guess, when I was about eleven years old. I was playing with a kid named Jerry, in the basement of our apartment building. We started talking about girls. Since he was twelve I figured he knew more than I did.

"Did you ever do it to a girl?" he asked me.

I asked him what he meant and he answered, "You ever put your dick in a girl's hole?"

I'd played games with girls where we each took our pants off and compared things but I actually didn't know what he meant.

"Does your dick get hard when you play with it?" he asked impatiently.

"Sure it does, why?"

"Well, that's why it gets hard, so you can put it into a girl's hole."

The conversation was exciting me and I started getting an erection. "How come you know so much?" I asked.

"Well, I got a sitter, her name is Marion, and after she gets me into bed at night she-likes to fool around. She-likes to play with my dick and balls, and when it gets hard she takes all her clothes off. She's fourteen and man has she got a body! Her titties stand straight out with little points on 'em.

She-likes to kiss me all over my body and when she gets below my belly she grabs my stiff dick and starts jacking it off. She's the one who taught me how to do it. Pretty soon she puts her mouth on it and I shoot like crazy. Then she plays with it some more and when it gets hard again she gets on top of me and sits right on it! Boy, nothing feels like that, when your dick goes into a girl's hole.

He suggested we take our clothes off and he could give me a demonstration.

"Just put your hand around it, like this, and pull up and down."

I followed his instructions and that was my introduction to masturbating.

We did this for a while and then, at his suggestion, we did it to each other. He really knew how to do it, he played with my balls and anus while he jacked me, until I thought I was going to faint!

Gradually his hand developed a rhythm that steadily went faster. Suddenly he squeezed my cock so hard I winced and I could feel his dick expanding and then it happened! His semen came shooting out onto the floor and then dribbled over my hand. I felt I was coming to some sort of happening myself. I now know I just about climaxed.

After he moved I continued going to the basement to jack off, and one time some girls watched me from the window that was level with the sidewalk. I really put on a show for them. I just faced them and let them see everything, and they enjoyed every minute of it. They squatted down to look in the window better and I could see the outline of their pussies under their panties. I was very impressed with the interest they expressed while watching me.

I put on my show at the window quite a few times after that, but the incident that really confirmed my exhibitionistic attitude happened when I was thirteen.

I decided to find a girl with whom I could put my sex knowledge to practical use. There was a girl in my class named Kit, that was purported to be bad, that is, she was known to play "dirty." I decided to get her to play dirty with me.

I was going to be home alone one evening so that day at school I talked her into coming to my house after school. When we got out she said she would be at my house in about a half hour. I rushed home excited as hell!.

I sat in my apartment with a big hard-on, waiting for her. I had to fight myself to keep from masturbating, I was so hot. Pretty soon she knocked on the door and I just about ruptured myself getting up to answer it. When I opened the door I was really startled.

There in front of me stood not only Kit, but two other pretty girls! They all said, "Hi," and walked in.

All of them were wearing micro-skirts and tight blouses. Their titties were really pointing out. One girl named Ada was about my age, and the other girl, Ann, was fourteen.

When they sat on the sofa I really had a show. I saw plenty of thighs and panties. Kit spoke up and said, "Well, what do we do now?"

I had it all planned and I said, "I've got some of those little dirty comic books if you'd like to look at some," and with that I brought them out.

They started looking at them like crazy. I could tell they liked them because they kept squeezing their legs together. They were making remarks like, "Look at his big thing," and "Look, he's got it in her hole"; "I've never heard of anyone putting it in their mouth before." It made me so excited I wanted to drop my pants right then.

The older girl, Kit, was blushing and she was pressing her hand into her lap. Suddenly she turned to the others and said, "Hey, they're taking this guy's pants off." Then she looked at me and then back to the girls. "I've got an idea," she said, excitedly. "Why don't we pants Phil?"

I couldn't have heard a better suggestion. If only they knew how eager I was to get my pants off! I put on a good act, though, and told them I would fight. They all jumped up and started for me.

I pretended to try to get away, but I really let them catch me. They pushed me to the floor and one held my arms and another sat on my feet. I didn't struggle too hard.

Ann unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled them down to my knees. They were all looking at the bulge in my shorts, and it looked like they were going to chicken out and stop. I couldn't stand that, so I laughingly said, "I knew you couldn't pants me," and acted like I was trying to get up.

That did it! Ann grabbed the top of my shorts and started to pull them down. I was going out of my mind with anticipation. She had difficulty getting the shorts over my cock but when she did, my prick sprung out, hard and throbbing.

They were all silent for a while, and they just stared in awe at my engorged masculinity. The thrill I experienced while they devoured my penis and balls with their eyes was sensational.

"Wow, that's some thing!" Ann remarked. "My brother's isn't that big and nice looking." The others just continued to stare, with wide eyes, and my cock seemed to get harder and harder, if that was possible.

Ann picked up a book, looked at it, then at me. "I want to do what they're doing in this picture." As she said this she dropped off her little skirt and pulled down her panties.

I really started trying to get loose then and said, "If you want to do something, you girls got to show me your titties."

That seemed to appeal to them, and it ended up with the whole bunch taking all their clothes off. They must have experienced a wonderful release, because they all started dancing around the room.

I lost control, watching those nude nymphs dancing around me, tits bouncing and asses jiggling, and I started masturbating. I was really pounding away when Ada noticed what I was doing. She came over and sat down on the floor next to me. She had her knees up and I could see slightly hairy, projecting, outer lips open to reveal her dark red, moist inner folds.

"I've never seen a big boy's thing," she said with interest. "Why do you do that? Does it feel good?"

Her eyes never strayed from my jacking hand, and I said, "It sure does. I can't help doing it when I see all of you naked girls."

She had started rubbing her hand back and forth over her cunt. I watched her intently and was fascinated. Then impulsively, I reached out and caressed her tits. She jumped when I touched them and I pulled my hand back.

"Don't stop, play with them," she whimpered. I gently placed a hand on each one, and boy, did they feel good, so soft and spongy.

I started squeezing them, and bouncing them up and down, and she was rubbing herself faster and faster. She stopped, abruptly, and reached over and clasped my prick in her hand. It was my turn to jump then, but she didn't let go, she just started jacking it like I'd been doing. Her hot hand felt better than mine, and I could feel myself getting closer to the end.

I guess nature took over then, because I slowly, but deliberately, laid Ada on her back. Her legs spread apart and I could see not only her open cunt, but her anus as well. I climbed on top of her and tried to get my prick in. Finally she reached down and guided it home. Fortunately for both of us, she wasn't a virgin and my cock slipped right in.

It was my first fuck, and I'll tell you, it was tremendous!

The other girls saw us and came running over. I was pumping it good, and Ada was pushing up to meet every thrust of mine. I clamped onto her tits and damned near pulled them off. She was groaning and whining, and her cunt was biting down on my prick like a mouth without teeth.

"I can ... feel your ... bag bounce ... on ... my ... butt," Ada managed to say in between my ramming.

The other girls were at our feet, masturbating, as they watched my wet prick going in and out of Ada's moist cunt.

Soon I reached the end of the line and couldn't hold back any longer. With a tremendous surge forward, I discharged a salvo of spurts into her hungry cunt, and it seemed I couldn't stop coming. I thought I had hurt her because she cried out when she had her orgasm in unison with me.

I rolled off of Ada, onto my back, and my prick squirted out a few more weak shots, much to the enjoyment of Kit and Ann. They both reached out and started playing with my wet cock and hanging ball bag.

Ann laid down on the floor, with her finger in her cunt, jigging in and out, and asked me to do it to her. I didn't have a hard any more, and when I didn't make a move she got to her knees, bent over, and sucked my limp prick into her mouth.

After she got it hard I ended up fucking her, too!

That was quite an experience with those girls, one I'll never forget. I guess I was definitely hooked oil exhibiting myself from then on. I enjoyed hearing a girl praise my genitals, especially if she was startled at seeing them to start with.

I started exhibiting myself in alleys, basements, and wherever the opportunity presented itself, and I still enjoy it. I could tell you many more stories about my experiences.

De: We can do that later, if you like, but for now I think you have given me sufficient information to understand how your sexual development was channeled into the mainstream of exhibitionism. You seem to have very good insight, to be able to understand the reasons for your unusual sex habits.

P: I didn't think too much about it, until I met Kim. Since we were both involved in the same practices, sexually, we took it upon ourselves to discover the reasons behind our unusual behavior. We have had many deep discussions on the matter, and still do, in fact.

I knew I was doing wrong, all those years, but until Kim and I analyzed our sexual backgrounds, I didn't know why. It was very enlightening.

K: The same situation confronted me, also. We were in the same boat. I was drowning in a sea of remorse and felt I was gradually being sucked into a whirlpool of total degradation. Now that we understand the reasons, I feel we have complete control ourselves. At least the worry and shame has been eliminated.

De: Well, I must give you two credit for the intelligent, rational way you have handled your problems. In my work it is extremely rare to encounter persons who will, or are able to, discover the meaning of or reasons for their actions or thoughts. Your approach is well grounded and acceptable, in my estimation.

P: Thank you.

De: All right, Kim, let's get down to your story. Why don't you just sit back and tell me the basics-your first awareness of sex and the incident that you feel was most traumatic in the development of your sex drive.

Kim's story:

When I was eleven years old I saw my parents having intercourse. I knew quite a lot about sex, but mainly things the other girls talked about. I had an older brother, a year older, and I had seen him playing with himself several times, so I did know what the male equipment looked liked. I had also begun to practice masturbation. I was at the age of intense curiosity. I wanted to know what everything was about, mainly sex.

I must have watched my parents a full hour that night and they did everything. I didn't know there was so many different things to do. Of course, I've done them all myself since then. My father took my mother both orally and in the regular way, you know, putting his penis in her vagina. He also put his penis in her anus, and he had her suck on his penis. My dad was really hung. It looks big to me today; how big do you think it must have looked to me when I was eleven!

As I watched them, I really started thinking about trying all of it myself. I felt like I could talk my brother Jim into trying something with me. I had played with his penis and made it hard, several times. He had a good size for his age.

The next day we went into the woods. I was afraid our parents wouldn't like what we were doing, so I thought we better hide. When we go to this secluded thicket, a thicket surrounded by brush and brambles, I induced Jim to open his pants, and then I started playing with his dick. While I was doing this I told him to put his hand on my pussy. He did, and boy, did we get going on each other's organs!

Pretty soon I stopped playing with Jim, and I took off my dress and told him to take off his clothes. He wasn't wearing a shirt, so when he dropped his pants he was naked as a jaybird. I fixed our clothes into a sort of pallet, and I got on my back. I was thinking how Mom had taken Dad's thing into her mouth, and how Dad had put his mouth on Mom's thing, and I asked Jim if he would put his mouth on mine. I really wanted to see how that would feel.

Jim just stood there shaking his head. I really was determined to get him to do something like that to me, though, so I told him I'd do him first if he would do me second. He agreed to that and I told him how to straddle my chest the way Dad had done to my mom. She had Dad put his dick between her tits and then, as he worked his dick between her tits she sucked him off. I didn't have tits as big as Mom but they were big enough to cover a dick.

When Jim put his prick between my titties I bent my head forward and clamped my lips over it. When I did that, Jim's body got as rigid as a person being electrocuted.

Jim did everything I told him to do, and shortly, I could feel his cock throbbing, as I kissed, licked, and sucked on it. I felt his thing getting bigger, and I opened my mouth like I'd seen Mom do, and I milked him, like she had done to my dad. I felt him jerking, down there, and I waited for the stuff to come. Nothing happened except that he just groaned a little and squirmed. Naturally, I didn't know a boy had to older than Jim to shoot off. I was all excited playing with him and I was really sick that he didn't shoot. I really wanted to know what it tasted like and if I would enjoy it as much as Mom did.

When it was his turn he didn't much want to keep his part of the promise, but I finally talked him into it by promising to give him my dessert at dinnertime.

Anyway, I finally got him to get his face right in front of my pussy. He just looked at it at first and then, he told me that I didn't smell good. I told him it didn't make any difference, that he had promised. I was really getting hot by then, because he had rubbed me there some more, and his breath had been blowing on me down there.

He finally agreed to go on, and he started licking me all in the middle. I remember how Mom had told Dad to open her up, to stick his tongue into her, and then how she had told him to nibble on her up at the top of her split. I was really getting to feel like I was on a cloud, so I told Jim to do that to me. By then, he had gotten over the strange thing he was doing, and he went ahead. At first, he tried to get his tongue into me, but of course, I still had my cherry. I was concerned, though, because I wondered why I didn't have a hole in me to take a thing like I had seen Mom take. I knew that I had to have one down there somewhere.

I told Jim I wanted him to stick his thing in me, but it was still limber. He tried, though, and after he had rubbed around down there for a little while, I could feel him getting hard again. Of course, he didn't have a peter anything like my dad did, being twelve years old, but then again, I wasn't full grown either. I guess he was about four inches long.

I did like I had seen Mom do-I took his thing with my hands and nuzzled it around until I felt it trying to go inside me. You may not believe me on this score, but I was really relieved. As I said, I had been afraid I was deformed or something, without a hole.

There was about six magazines, in all, and when I opened the third one, a little book dropped out. It had a cartoon character on the cover, and I couldn't figure out why it was inside the magazine. I was really amazed when I opened it up and looked at the pictures. Guys were putting their things into girls, girls were sucking guys' dicks, guys were screwing gals in the ass, they were doing everything!

Well, that book really turned me on. My hand went between my legs, and I sure started rubbing. I could feel my little titties tighten up, and the nipples pushing out. Finally, I asked Neal, who was hung-up on TV, where the toilet was. He pointed to the same door his father had used.

The bathroom was on my left, and when I went into the little hallway I automatically looked right and boy, did I see a sight! Through the bedroom door I could see Neal's father, from the waist down, lying back on the bed. I could only see him from the waist down because the bed was to the side of the door. Anyway, there was Kirk, on the bed, bare-ass naked. I stood there watching him playing with his dick, and he had a nice one. It was average size, but it was the straightest one I've ever seen, and the color was just a bit darker than skin color. It was about six inches long and about an inch and a half across. His balls were enough to fill both of my hands. I've seen bigger cocks, but his was pretty.

He started jacking off when I went into the bathroom to do my business. When I came out, he was out of sight, so I went back into the front room. Pretty soon he came in wearing one of those wrap-around towel things, with a pocket in it, and sat down. Sitting on the floor, where I was, I could look right up his legs. I could see everything! His cock and balls were in plain view! I was getting so hot I was blushing all over; my body felt like it was burning up!

Kirk sent Neal off to bed and got himself another beer. After a few swallows he said, "Kim, do you know that you have a very pretty body?"

"No." I answered, greatly embarrassed.

"Come over here to me a minute, honey, let me get a good look at you."

I walked over to him and stood there like I was hypnotized.

He put his arm around me, and the touch of his hand burned into my flesh. Then he started kind of rubbing my back and said, "I think you are a very sweet, pretty young lady, Kim," and as he spoke his hand kept getting lower and lower, until it was on my ass. I had goose bumps all over, from his arm and hand.

"Here, sit on my lap, pretty thing," he said as he reached out both hands and turned me sideways. When I sat down I could feel his cock getting hard right under my butt. I was turned on so much I would have done anything for this guy!

He wanted to know if I had a lot of boyfriends, and I told him no. While he was talking to me he started running his hand up and down my legs, above my knees. His hand sent shivers through my body, and I was loving every minute of it.

He pushed my dress up to my panties and remarked very seriously, "You certainly do have beautiful legs, Kim-has anyone ever told you that?"

"No," I answered, "but I think they're as pretty as my mom's."

His tube of flesh was rock hard, and it felt like I was sitting on a Coke bottle. I squirmed and wiggled my ass on his hardness, every time his hand moved up the inner side ofymy thigh-partly from wanting to, and partly because I couldn't control it!

He continued telling me how pretty I was, while he caressed my legs, and after a while he said, "Stand up a minute, Kim-I want to see all of your legs, your sweet, sexy legs."

I stood in front of him and he reached under my dress, slipped his hand into my panties top, and slowly brought them down my legs. I automatically stepped out of them. He reached out and lifted my dress to my waist, and his eyes were looking at my pussy so strongly I could feel them there!

"Turn around, lovely one, so I can enjoy your beauty in back."

I could actually feel his eyes travel down my spine and over my buttocks, and then on each cheek. He reached out and very smoothly ran his hand over my cheeks and then gently squeezed them. I was getting so weak my legs were about to give way. He slipped his hand up my inner thighs again, going all the way to my pussy. When he touched my sex lips I sort of fell onto him.

He stood up then, holding me on my feet, and said, "Let's go over to the couch, honey," and he helped me over there.

I slumped down onto the couch, with my ass on the edge and my legs straight out. My pussy lips were so hot they were open and panting.

Kirk got on his knees in front of me and put a hand on each thigh. With a little pressure he pushed my legs further apart, and then he lowered his head to my hot pink slot.

When Jim had licked my cunt, as clumsy as he was, it felt real good, but good god, it was nothing like the way Kirk was lapping me! He started out running his tongue up my lips, like a cat lapping up its milk. Pretty soon he started sticking his tongue into the center of my cunt and licking up the inside to my clitoris. A few times he gave my clitoris a good licking, just enough to drive me crazy. I wanted him to stay there, but he would move down again. His tongue then started flicking in and out of my hole. He had a long tongue because I could feel it penetrating my inner folds, and it felt like a prick. Then he went back to licking the lips up and down. My ass was up off the couch by this time, and I thought if he didn't start sucking on my clit I'd faint. Suddenly, he added something new. He cupped his mouth over my hole and started forcing air in and then sucking it all out, blowing and sucking!

I was panting, my lips were swollen, and I thought my titties would burst, they hurt so much. My whole body was shaking. I wanted to tell him to get on my clit, but I couldn't utter a word.

I vaguely remember that he was jacking off while he was licking my cunt. He must have been ready to shoot, because he finally, finally got his tongue on my clit, and really started to suck and crush his tongue on it. I felt like my whole body was a skyrocket, headed for the stars. Then it happened, my skyrocket body suddenly burst into a million tiny, glowing fragments, which slowly drifted down to earth.

I collapsed onto the couch with his head laying heavily in my lap. He eventually lifted his head and stood up. I could see his sperm all over his hand and cock, what a load! I didn't realize that there was more on the floor, too!

When he came back from the bathroom he told me I had better get my panties on and get home. He told me we could do it again if I didn't tell anyone. I decided then and there that I would do nothing to jeopardize my chances of having another experience like the one I just had!

I went back for more, several times, only we used the bed instead of the uncomfortable couch. We'd romp and wrestle around on the bed, and have a ball. He'd let me play with his georgeous prick and balls to my heart's content, and he really loved to have me suck him off! Pretty soon he'd start telling me how beautiful and sweet I was, and then start eating my puss. We added something, though-I would roll over onto my stomach and he'd lick my ass-hole. Boy that sure did give me a thrill!

One time I started playing hard to get. I was naked, on the bed, but I wouldn't let him do anything. He'd had a lot of beer that night, and he wasn't ready for games, so he got mad and went into the front room. I called to him several times and when he didn't come I went to him, stark naked! I stood in the doorway, with one hand on my hip, and asked him to come into the bedroom, but he just kept reading a newspaper. Finally I started walking and dancing around the room, rubbing my titties and pussy. I knew I had him when I saw that throbbing, handsome prick, that I had made hard. I was always proud of the way I could make it get so hard, without coming near it, just with my body. He eventually went back into the bedroom; naturally, look who he was dealing with!

There is no doubt in my mind that my experience with Kirk was the basis that established my interest in, and my desire for, exhibitionism.

De: An experience such as the one you just described would definitely tend to direct one's sexual requirements toward exhibitionism, I must agree, Kim. How long have you been a "confirmed exhibitor"?

K: Oh, I guess I was what you call confirmed, doing it all the time, when I was about sixteen. I was giving "shows" in school, sports functions, and just about everywhere. I sure got a lot of action that way.

De: By action, I assume you mean sex. K: That's right.

De: Why don't the two of you tell me how in the world you met and how you got together.

P: It was kind of an unbelievable situation. I was living in a second-floor apartment. The bedroom window overlooked the back yard, and the kids used to play in the yard all the time. There were several cute little girls, about nine and ten years old, among them. I, of course, made it a point to exhibit myself to them. I'd walk in front of the window, with a big hard-on, and they used to really enjoy looking at me. Sometimes I'd get on the bed, it was next to the window, and stand on my knees with my ass pointing toward the window. They had a view of my ass-hole and balls with my dick hanging between them. They used to stand in the yard, rubbing their little pussies, while they watched me.

Sometimes, I'd stand sideways in the window and jack off a little; then I'd run into the closet, along side the bedroom, and listen at the window to hear their remarks. I heard some dillies, too.

Well, I was doing this action one day, and when I got to the window in the closet, I looked across to the building behind mine, and I saw a gal walking around nude! Now I'm just as human as the next guy, and I really watched her.

K: I might as well break in here. Of course, I was the girl he saw. I didn't know at the time that he was watching me, though.

I too lived on the second floor. I find that it's the best spot to be seen from the most places. You can be seen from the street, and all of the buildings around you. I used to always choose the second floor for that reason. Anyway, believe it or not, I also had my little audience.

There were four boys, two lived in my building, and they all played together most of the time. They were about twelve or thirteen years old.

De: It seems you had a more mature audience, Kim.

K: I thought it was funny too. Anyhow, my little group would meet in the garage, behind my building. There was a small window, facing the building, and they would watch me from there. I could just make out their faces. One time there was a light on in the garage and one of the boys opened the door and left before the others. When he opened the door I got a good glimpse of the others, and they were all jacking off! That thrilled me to death, because I knew they were hacking away at their little pricks because of me!

After the boy closed the door I tried to see through the window, but I couldn't quite make anything out. I have a pair of binoculars that I use for sports events and things, so I dug them out and went into the kitchen, it's next to the bedroom, and looked through the garage window with the glasses. I could see everything! The boys were really going to town. There's nothing much I enjoy more than to watch a bunch of young guys whipping their pricks! It got a little rough after a while, though-they started sticking their dicks in each other's ass-holes! Pretty soon they went to the window to look at me again, so I had to get back. For some reason I sort of scanned the glasses over Phil's building, and I saw this handsome, naked guy prancing in front of his window with a big hard-on!

P: We don't know who saw who first, actually, but I couldn't see this girl good enough from my closet, so I also have binoculars, and in fact, they were right there in the closet! Looking through them, I had a beautiful close-up on the nude girl. She was so striking, I just stood there and jacked off, while I looked at her! I was pretty mad, later, because I shot my sperm all over a new shirt I was going to wear that night!

We looked at each other like that for quite a few days. Finally I decided to try to meet this lovely girl. It was obvious to both of us that we must be doing the same thing, that is, exhibiting. It was about three weeks later that I made my move. I checked the location of her apartment in the building, and then I walked over there. I went up to the second floor, to the location of her apartment, got the number off the door, and went back down to the mailboxes. Sure enough, there was her name! I went home then, but the next day I knocked on her door.

K: Yeah, I was lying on my bed, getting hotter than hell reading a sex novel, when I heard a knock at the door. I was bare-ass naked, but you know me, I went right to the door. When I opened it I was shook. I didn't really recognize him, but he's so good-looking I accepted him on sight. He said something about having something important, and interesting, to tell me. I was standing so that one tit and a lot of leg was showing from behind the door. I was so hot at that point that I reached in a chair by the door, grabbed a skimpy little robe, threw it over me, and let him in. Before the afternoon was over that robe was discarded.

Well, after we compared notes, we had wonderful sex, and we've been together ever since!

There is little else I can add to this case. This couple seems to know and understand the reasons behind their problem, if it is a problem.

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