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    "I came just as he did that. My head was spinning and I knew I was too
far gone to stop rubbing my clit, so I clenched my thighs around my hand
and started grinding my bare ass into the seat until I felt the hot contractions
oF orgasm race through my cunt.
     "When it was over, I was a mess. There were beads of come still oozing
out of my hole and seeping down my legs. The seat was so wet that I had
to sit side-saddle to stay dry. Then the substitute  teacher dismissed the class
the class right after that. about fifteen minutes early.
     ''As the kids filed out of class, I felt the teacher's eyes burning a
hole in my dress. and he wasn't smiling at all. I was the last one out. and I
was sort of hoping he would call me back for one reason or another. In-
stead, he followed me to the door and closed it after me. I was waiting
outside the classroom, thinking about what I had  just done, when I heard
faint moans coming from the class.
     "I cracked the door open a tiny bit and looked in. The teacher was
crouched beside my desk. His pants were bagged around his knees and he
was holding his somewhat awesome prick ln his hand, pumping himself
furiously. He squeezed the hurd rod just below the rim and rubbed its
purply smooth head along the edge of the chair. Oblivious to the world, he
craned his neck like a  contortionist to sniff the spot where I had creamed
myself.
   "He threw back his shoulders,lifted his straining cock, and laced
the desk and chair with a stream of white liquid that splattered almost half-
way across the room. I'd never seen a guy who had that much spunk to un-
load, and I wanted to see him do it all over again.
   "I blushed and said, 'Why sir, you must learn how to lock these doors.'
I quickly locked the front and back doors and walked towards him. 'Do
you like my body, sir?' I asked teasingly.
   "He pushed me down on my desk and lifted my dress from behind. As my tits
pressed against the gooey desk-top,he let his pants fall open and tried to shaft
me from the rear, but he couldn't get it up. The guy had just shot enough
cream to fill a glass and I don't think he was very pleased with his timing.
Just as his cock turned to hard rubber again,the bell rang. ' '
   Barbara's sorority years were flecked with minor flashing incidents,
though she restrained herself to one or two "outings" per year. In her final
year of college, the streaking fad swept through her campus and Barbara was
a front runner, but she found little satisfaction in this spectator sport.
For Barbara, exposing one's private parts in a public place is a private affair,
a one-on-one encounter.
   lt is easy to draw a parallel between Barbara's deviant behavior and the
 antics of a male flasher, but the motivation is sightly different.
   At a gut level, the male exhibitionist displays his naked body in an
attempt to convey this message unconsciously :
''Reassure me that I have a penis by recting to the sight of it. Reassure me
that you are afraid of my penis, that is that you fear me; then I do not need to
be afraid of myself."
   Hence, it has been argued, the typical exhibitionist is also a pacticing
voyeur because he hopes to witness, by exposing his genitals, a show of
emotion in his victim whether that emotion be corresponding pleasure,
shock, or confusion.
   ln Barbara's case,the reassurance sought is  positive only. Her desires
are, strictly speaking, not so much a deviation from the norm as a flamboyant
way of expressing what most females wish to express.
   What Barbara shares with her male counterparts is a definite lack of
discretion. She is an incorrigiblc flasher, and nothing will stop her from
doing what comes naturally to her.
   "By the time I was twenty, 1 realized how much pleasure I felt by
showing my charms to a strange man," she said."Fortunately I was living
with Art, the only man I ever really loved, and his love kept me pacified for a
long while.Then,when he jilted me to pursue a former girlfriend,I was shattered.
   ''Almost immediately I reverted back to my old tricks. I used to spend
hours in front of the mirror, piaying with my hot lovebox and stretch
ing it every which way. I was becoming desperate and I knew it.
   "There was a tall gawky kid working in my office as a gopher, not
much to look at, but obviously well-hung and ready.  He was a cretin, so
I figured I could shock the pants off him and nobody would believe him if he
decided to tell.
   "Sure  enough, I caught him poring over a copy of Penthouse in the
back room. He was so enthralled in the glossy photos that he didn't
notice me. I sat on the order desk. pulled my skirt up, and yanked my
Panties to the side. 'Yoo-hoo ' I called, 'look at my. Do you think my
cunt ls nice enough to be in a magazine?'
   ''Well, that really did it! The gopher took one look at my hanging cunt-
lips and almost fainted. He became very red in the face and his tongue slob-
bered outside his mouth. I figured that mine was probably the first 'live'
cunt this gopher had ever seen,and the thought brought me closer to a
shivering climax.
   "I kept rubbing my self and getting hotter. I knew the guy was too shy
to try  anything, so he was the perfect audience and I was hoping the moment
would never end. I looked around for something to ease up my pussy,but
there was no time for delay and I let my cunt explode in one or two hot
flushes.
   ''As I lay on the desk to catch my breath, the bastard snuck up on me.
Suddenly I felt his hot breath on my thlghs. He parted them with his
clumsy, clammy hands and dropped to his knees. His nose was about six
inches from my throbbing pussy, yet he made no attempt to bury his mouth
in it.
    "Relishing each moment, I pretended to be giving myself a thor-
ough vaginal examination. I stretched the lips of my cunt wide open and
probed the inner folds with my pinky. By this time. the gopher was
cooing like a baby and rubblng his stubbly cheek on my thigh.
    ''When l'd finished inspecting myself. the dewy moisture was  all
over my pubes. I pretended to discover the joy of touching my clitoris, as
if it were the first time. With wild abandon, I let out a few obscene grunts
as I Came off right against the guy's chin.
    After that time the gopher avoided me like the plague. but he had a
kind of permanent smile on his mug whenever I saw him.
   "When I visited the therapist last year to find out why it was becoming
very difficult for me to reach orgasm with my new boyfriend, the doctor
put me under analysis and I told him the whole story.The doctor suggested 'I
wear more conservative clothing which has helped  helped, but just the fact
the fact that I see him regularly to report my progress I has curbed my kinky
urges."
   Barbara's case is far from unique. There are millions of female exhi-
bitionists staiking our cities, but you have to keep your eyes peeled
and remember the flasher's motto : ''Now you see it. now you don't"
   "But while my kinky urges are curbed; they're not entirely Under Control
I still rarely wear panties and often find myself unconsciously  spreading
my knees on busses and park benches. But I'm trying. ''
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