Chapter 4
VERONICA LARSON: A BEHAVIORAL BRIEF
"I can't help it. I wait for his calls every morning after I get the kids off to school....I like to tell him how I will let him put his cock up my ass and fuck me that way. We both get to breathing heavy. He tells me exactly how he's going to eat me-pulling my lips apart and licking deep inside and up to my slit....Oh, I can't help it! I can come ten times talking with him. But I've never seen him in my life. I don't really want to. It's too good this way, and I'm not getting myself involved. . . . "
Veronica Larson is a thirty-four-year-old housewife and mother of two who lives in a modem suburban home in New York. She originally consulted a therapist about what she termed her "chronic masturbation." During the course of her consultations, however, she finally came out with her real concern which, indeed involved masturbation, but in a manner that was quite unusual.
I will report the pertinent parts of her revelations here:
I have, a compulsion! My routine was established, haven't I told you enough times? I was on the brink of going out to ask some man to make love with me. My husband doesn't like to talk sexy when we fuck, and I get tied up in knots because I want to yell out and tell him how "fucking good he feels." He thinks I'm dirty.
I couldn't stand it, so that was when I started on this routine. As soon as I got my husband off to work and the kids packed off to school, I would lie in bed and masturbate. I knew the fault wasn't mine. I stood in front of the mirror to admire my naked body, too. For a thirty-four-year-old mother, I have a beautiful body...and I'm proud of it. I only weigh 125, my breasts are firm and shapely and I measure 36...with a C cup! My legs are good. Men always look at them, and I love to see them gape when I wear a miniskirt. My...ass is pretty. I have a lot of sex appeal.
It happened about two months ago. I had finished masturbating, taken a shower and put on only a shift.. . nothing under it I felt so fresh and tingly all over. I was washing the breakfast dishes about nine-thirty. The phone rang. There was a strange silence at first. Then I heard someone breathing, exhaling very heavily. My first reaction was one of interest. I had been reading so much about obscene callers in the paper, and I knew that some of them were called "breathers." I placed my hand down at my covered sex parts and began to rub through the cloth and feel down my pubic hairs beneath.
I was breathing heavy also, when I suddenly realized that I had no idea who was on the other end of the line. Somebody I knew? A friend of my husband's? I had a reputation to maintain.
"Who is this?" I demanded to know in a very impatient voice.
"I've got a big, hard cock in my hand, baby," this gruff, virile voice out of the blue declared. "It's ten inches, baby. How would you like to suck it off...or get fucked by it? I'm ready, baby!"
I couldn't hang up. I was on fire! I kept asking who he was. There was no fear in my mind except that of discovery, that he might know I was Mrs. Veronica Larson, married, den-mother, two children. But his only reply to my question was: "I'm Peter, baby-Peter Prick. I'd like to see your cunt. I might like to suck it Are you naked, baby?"
I gave in...or gave up. I took a deep breath and told him precisely what I had on, and I sat down in the chair at the telephone table and raised my shift to my waist because I was already becoming so moist between my thighs. "Go ahead," I told him. "Keep talking. . . . " I tried not to sound too interested, but he knew he had me, I think, because he took off again, telling me:
"I'm naked, baby...stripped naked with ten inches of hard prick in my hand. Wouldn't you like to suck on a cock that big? How about your husband or boyfriend...does he have that much hard cock to stick in your sweet cunt? Huh?"
He must have known by then that I was dripping with passion. He went on to ask me in detail what I was doing, how it felt, how wet I was. We talked like that for over an hour, and I climaxed three times. The part I liked was his description of how he would go down on me. "I'll start licking your titties, baby," he said. "And then I'll lick .down your navel and over your belly until I get in that patch of sweet hair. I'll lick down the hairs until you'll be crying for me to suck your cunt. I'll use my tongue to part your lips and then I'll lick up one side and down the other. TCI go in farther until I'm licking up and down your dripping inner lips, and then I'll scoop up your juice with my tongue and it'll slide back and forth over that clit of yours so good, you'll keep on coming.
He was so...so knowledgeable about sex and what a woman like me wanted...so much very sexy talk and descriptions of weird sex. He made me do things with myself I never thought I would be capable of doing. And I had to describe how I would suck his cock and put my tongue in his anus, and how I would swallow all of his come.
He wanted me to put the telephone by the side of my mouth while I sucked one of my nipples. I had already answered his questions about how big my breasts were, and if I could suck my own nipples. I did everything he asked, pulling my right breast to my mouth and slipping my lips over the nipple and sucking hard so that he could hear the sucking and pop sounds.
I was so amazed to find this kind of sexy talk was affecting me so much. I knew I wanted it, but I never knew how good it would really be. The man turns me on at the first ring of the phone. By the time we had finished talking that first time, I was begging him to call me back, but to be very careful as to when he called. He appreciated my situation quite well, and from little things he has said, I believe he has a family, too. I think he's at his office when he calls me, with the door locked and the others out for a coffee-break or lunch. It must be lunch. We talk for over an hour nearly every day.
Yes, he tells me how he's playing with himself and masturbating....We both masturbate our anuses. We put our fingers in at the same time and explain to each other how it feels. He also likes for me to put the telephone down by my pussy when I'm very juicy and playing with myself.
I like to put the telephone down there so he can hear my juicy masturbation and I can hear his voice yelling sexy things right near my pussy. I kiss...make kissing, sucking sounds. Really, I do, and he does the same and we make noises as if we were sucking each other. He will say, "Suck my balls," and I will make the sucking sounds and say he is sucking my pussy at the same time.
He's asked me to use my fingers and taste my own juices. I love it. He knows each thing to say and do for me. I do find everything kinky to be very sexy when I'm talking with him. I'm in another world...I'm another person. I could be doing worse things every day. At least I'm not committing adultery by letting another man really fuck me and suck me, or by my sucking his balls and ass. Oh, damn, there isn't anything I wouldn't say I would do with that man!
Comment: Those who masturbate and fantasize to excess to the sound and words of their own or their sex-partner's voice in talking of sex are known as coprolalists. When the partners never see each other, their imaginations may run wild. A handsome man may be talking to a sixty-eight-year-old woman. Or the excitable female may be talking to a diseased and dirty old man. But so long as they stick to their telephone masturbation and fantasies, the mental image conforms to their wishes.
The telephone masturbators are only one step removed from a physical interpersonal contact. They have the advantage of immediate dialogue and verbal and sound response from the partner. Many of these callers do eventually meet, but a far greater number suffer from personality problems, or perhaps physical problems, that make them fear too close contact or involvement with others.
In the case of Veronica Larson, we see the "frustrated housewife" complex. Her husband will not go along with the variations that she feels she needs for effective sexual relations. First, she turned to much self masturbation for relief. If anyone was ever ready for an obscene telephone call from a male, it was Veronica.
Her reaction initially was one of intrigue and wonder. Her fantasy of having sex with a man in a "safe" and uninvolved way, was suddenly served up to her on a silver platter.
Her daily masturbatory orgies became a mutual affair, shared with another human being. While she handled the first part of the original conversation without committing herself, the very fact that Veronica listened to the man at all without hanging up was an indication to him that she was interested or at least curious. The more deeply she became involved, the more she committed herself. Eventually, she became powerless to resist him. She was a virtual sex slave to a man she had never seen and whose identity was completely unknown.
Even after Veronica became conscience stricken and decided to see a psychotherapist, the man had gained such a hold on her that she feared if she did not continue her telephone affair with him, he might tell her husband or children. The man may have known who she was, may have selected her husband's name from the phone book, or known the family personally. He could have been a blackmailer making tape recordings of their conversations.
Females who receive calls like this should take the advice offered by the phone company and most local police. As soon as the call is recognized for what it is, at the very first suggestive remark or obscene word from a stranger, they should immediately hang up the phone. Men who make such calls are trying to elicit some kind of response, even a negative one. They want to keep the female talking. If she hangs up immediately, there should be little to fear. These men are not activists. If they were, they would seduce females they knew and in an orthodox manner, or they would rape a woman.
If calls do persist even after hanging up on the caller, the police or phone company should be contacted. In this age of electronic technology, objectionable anonymous calls can be traced without a great deal of trouble.