The next week was mostly uneventful for Kathy at work. However, at home things were very different. Kathy masturbated every night that week. In the past she would never even thought such behavior was possible for her. Kathy also remembered to write of her experiences in her secret journal for Doug.
“Dear Journal,” she wrote as her first entry. “I just finished having a wonderful sexual experience with myself. It took about 30 minutes of rubbing my pussy to obtain an orgasm that lasted about several minutes. It was very nice. I feel very guilty that I even did it but even more so because while I rubbed myself I was thinking about Doug. My feeling of guilt and shame made me even hornier. The guiltier I feel the more I want to touch myself and that just increases the guilt. I can’t believe this circle I am in.”
“Dear Journal, I just finished masturbating again. I can’t believe I continue to do this. It feels really great but I am disgusted with myself. This time I thought about being naked at the beach. All the men would see me and want to touch me. I can’t believe that I liked that image but it was a great turn on.”
“Dear Journal, Here I go again. I just finished masturbating thinking about Doug fucking me in the butt. I have never had real sex but today I used a small cucumber and put it inside me. It was a very intense experience and I loved it but know that it is wrong. I just can’t stop doing it. I wonder what Doug will say when he reads this. I can’t believe that I look forward to showing him this journal and telling him how I feel about my sex.”
On Sunday Kathy dressed in her normal conservative dress for Mass with one major difference. While dressing she suddenly decided to not wear panties. Kathy could not believe she did this but also could not believe the sensual feelings she had as she walked into the Church. She could feel her pussy moisten as she walked to her normal seat in the sanctuary. She sat with her normal crowd that included a few teenagers who were in her Sunday School Class and two other women her age. Kathy wondered if she was the only one not wearing panties.
“Dear Journal, “I just can’t believe what I just did. I went to Mass without panties and it was totally exciting. When I arrived home from Mass and I could not control myself. I began to touch myself as soon as I walked inside. I lifted my dress and began to rub my already moistened pussy. My clit was already swollen and very sensitive. Then I can’t believe I began to think about Father John. His image popped into my mind and as soon as it did I began to cum. I could not stop myself. I did not want to stop myself. It was the most intense orgasm I have had since Doug fucked me in the ass. I really feel bad but even as I write this my pussy is itching again and I can’t get Father John out of my mind.”
During the week that Kathy wrote in her Journal, Doug was pondering over what his next move was. He was thoroughly enjoying his research. It was both an intellectual stimulating experience and of course like every man he liked to empty his nuts. In fact Doug had masturbated everyday since he affair with Kathy’s ass. It seems as if his libido had returned. After his wife had left Doug has mostly lost his desire for women. Now it had returned and he was anxious to formulate his next experiment since the one with Kathy went so well.
Doug did not make it to Mass but made a mental note to check on Kathy in the near future to see if she was keeping her journal. He was very interested in visiting her conflicted mind and exploring her various cognitions. He hypothesized it would be very interesting and hot. For now though he decided a trip to the mall might give him some insight into where his investigation should proceed. He decided to take his boom box and a few special CD’s.
The largest mall was located about 15 minutes south of Doug’s house. It had a very nice park around it. Here people would walk and skate on the nice sidewalks that were covered by large oak trees. It was a very pleasant place that many people enjoyed.
Doug had prepared a special program on one of his CD’s that he wanted to try on a group of people. It had special messages on it that he theorized would have special appeal to individuals whose major defense against forbidden sexual impulses was reaction formation. He carried his small boom box and sat down under a tree next to one of the major pathways. He turned on the music loud enough it could be heard within a 10 or 20 yards and sat back to see what would happen.
Several people passed without given him notice. Then a woman that looked to be in her 40’s slowed her pace dramatically as she passed and he could see a dreamy sort of look appear on her face as she passed. He noted her hand casually drop and quickly touch herself between the legs. As he watched she passed on and almost stumbled. As she got out of range of the music she looked around for a moment. She saw Doug sitting there watching her and she blushed and then quickly proceeded with her walk.
Doug was surprised to see her pass again. This time she stopped when she heard the music and walked over to Doug.
“What kind of music is that you are playing?” she asked.
“Just some alternate Jazz that I like,” he replied noting that her hand was hanging down dangerously closed to her crotch.
“It is really different,” she said.
“Yeah, I like it,” he replied as he noticed her face begin a pink flushed look. Also her hand was now touching her running shorts between her legs. As Doug watched she began to rub her crotch. At this point though she saw Doug watching her and looked down to observe herself rubbing her pussy in public.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she said and quickly moved on. Doug did not see her again.
A man who looked about 30 approached the perimeter of the music and stopped. He looked and saw Doug and walked over to him.
Doug said, “Hi, how’s it going?”
The man looked at Doug and said, “Okay, I guess. I feel kind of funny.”
“What do you mean?” Doug inquired.
“I don’t know. It feels strange talking to you, I like the music,” the man said quietly.
Doug had not really considered the idea that men would be just as affected as women. But in the interest of his research he decided to pursue the matter.
“So tell what is your name?”
“Bill,” the man answered.
“Well Bill those are some nice shorts you have on.”
“Thanks.”
Doug decided to test his theories on Bill. “Come over here on the other side of these bushes for a minute,” Doug instructed.
Bill followed.
“What do you think of gay people?”
“They all ought to be hung,” he said with an angry scowl. “I hate fags.”
“Sounds like reaction formation,” Doug noted to himself.
They were now pretty much hidden by the trees and bushes from the other walkers.
“Pull down your shorts,” Doug commanded wondering how this would work on a guy who said he hated Gays.
The man pulled down his short and jock strap revealing a 6 inch limp dick.
“So you ever suck one of those?” Doug asked.
“No, well yes, no, I shouldn’t have,” the man stuttered. He was obviously disturbed by the question
“What do you are trying to say?”
“When I was a kid my older brother made me suck him. Then my friend Tommy and I use to play these games where we would suck each other off.”
“Tell me about the games?” Doug questioned further.
“We would play strip poker or some other game till one of us was naked. Then we would either get into a wrestling match or something where we would be close to each other. By then our dicks would be hard and we would see who could cum first. Sometimes we would shoot our loads on each other, we sometimes humped on each other, and sometimes one of us would the suck the other,” Bill explained.
“Do you like the taste of cum?”
“Yes I love it. We used to shoot off in our ice cream and eat it. Sometimes when I cooked at home I shoot off in the gravy and then serve it to the rest of the family,” Bill confessed.
“Really, do you ever do that now?” Bill asked finding the discussion very interesting. He also noticed that Bill’s dick was sticking straight out. He also noticed that his dick was hard in his pants.
“I can’t believe I am telling you all this,” the man said with a brief shocked expression that soon settle back into a dreamy look. “Yes, I do that often now. People do not know my famous barbeque sauce has about a quarter cup of sperm in every batch. People love it. Sometimes I also will prepare cheese noodles for my daughter and her friends. I will give that a good dose of sperm right at the end and stir it in good. They all love my noodles. I get some turned on watching them eat my sperm seasoned food.”
Doug was learning things about himself during this investigation. He was quite turned on by the man’s story. Doug had never had any type of sex with another guy but wondered about it now. However, he had to be careful since this area was patrolled rather well.
