Chapter 5
THE CASE STUDY OF JEAN D.
"I'd love to eat it out. Lick all around it and grab your prick and play and...slowly, very slowly...stick the tip of my tongue right in your asshole! Oh, God! I'm coining again...oh, Gordon! Kiss me! Suck me! Let me hear you!"
Jean D. is a physical education teacher in a large city in Southern California. She also has an active interest in literature, the arts, and languages, and still attends college classes two nights a week toward her Master's degree. Yet, despite a good job of professional standing, her cultural interests, and a collector of antiques and rare artworks, I would estimate that Jean spends a minimum of two hours a day (more on weekends) making obscene telephone calls to strange men. She is certainly the exception to the rule, i.e.-that only men are obscene phone callers. She is truly, I feel, one of the most extreme of the kinky girls of today.
I had heard about this anonymous female caller from several people and knew that the police had a complaint from at least one married man who received calls from her when his wife was home and would pick up the extension phone. At least the complaint fit the pattern, which is such a rarity that I feel, no doubt, the person involved was Jean.
The bulk of material in this study, however, came to me quite by accident. An unmarried male friend of mine asked me recently if I would be interested in a documented case of female telephone coprolalia. When I told this young man, an industrial psychologist, that I was very much interested because of my research on the kinky girls, he invited me to listen to a tape recording he had made of almost all of the initial conversation with Jean. He also told me the following:
"Fm sure you'll understand that I'm not some kind of a misfit, too. We all know that about any male is easily excited by an aggressive gal who really socks it to him. This is all anonymous, you know, Dalton, and I'm going to erase the tape after you take your notes because I don't want the damn thing lying around. My nephew or niece might slip it on the machine and hear it sometime when they're visiting.
"What happened was this. I'd been out for a few drinks one Friday or Saturday and was back at my apartment about one in the morning. The phone rang, and you'll hear for yourself in a minute, that the most pantingly seductive and sexy voice you've ever heard, asks for 'Joe,' which is a pretty sure way to let on that she's got to be kidding...except there are some guys named Joe, naturally. But the way she said it, you'd think she was having an orgasm right that minute, and was working up to the next one as she slowly goes into the wildest sex routine I've ever heard. If there's a kinky girl in this town who ought to be in that book, Dalton, it's got to be Jean.
"I turned on my tape recorder and put the little induction coil with the suction cup mike on the receiver as soon as I realized this was the telephone nympho I'd heard about. It's a good thing I had my old recorder working then, and with a seven inch, extra-thin reel going at one and seven-eighths. My new cassette job wouldn't take near that much time without having to switch over tapes every thirty minutes or so, and this babe was a long talker, let me tell you.
"We must have talked for two hours or more.. . . "
With space limitations what they are, I decided to present a very edited version of the conversation here, but one that includes all the relative material important to this study:
GORDON-Oo-oops! Hit the phone with my can of beer. Sorry about that. Uh...hello there, hm-m-m?
JEAN-Mm-mmm, I only drink Scotch, darling. You know I love it. Uh...this is Joe, isn't it?
GORDON-Sorry...wrong number. My name's Gordon. My friends sometimes call me "Gordy," but that reminds me of one of those Japanese monster pictures on The Late Show.
JEAN-Oh, come, darling! You must be Joe. You sound so sexy...like Joe.
GORDON-Honey, I wish I were Joe, but I'm not. For real, I'm not.
JEAN-No! Now that I've heard you talk...the expressions you use...by God, I don't think you are Joe. . . .
GORDON-Well. . . you might as well tell me who
Joe is. Maybe he could introduce me to you.
JEAN-Joe is a precious dear that I play tennis with on...on otherwise dull weekends. The poor man isn't any good at making love...so I just play with his...tennis balls. I was going to tell him about a couple who wanted to join us next week. But that can wait. I feel so...mm-mm good right now...deliciously relaxing in bed here until noon tomorrow. Gawd! I'm glad we don't have phonovision, darling. I'm lying here in bed nude. Totally naked!"
GORDON-That's interesting. Do you always go to bed naked?
JEAN-It's yummy...feeling the soft sheets next to my...body...nude.. . mm-mmm...kiss me.. . .
GORDON-You've sold me, sweetheart. What's the name and address? I'll be right over.
JEAN-[after some heavy breathing and sound of movement] Mm-mmm...you do sound...sexy. I might even like you. Tell me, darling...do you like the way I sound...hm-mmm?
GORDON-I have never had a voice turn me on like yours in my whole life. The sexiest thing I ever heard on a telephone. If you don't watch out, your turn-on is going to short-circuit me.
JEAN-That's nice...Gordon. I like that name. It's so very, very masculine...virile...potent. . . .
GORDON-Oh, my God! When you talk like that I get too potent!
JEAN-Careful, dear...down, boy. Flattery may get you everything. Damn! I shouldn't be talking like this, Gordon. You'll get the wrong impression. I'm really a very nice girl from a disgustingly respectable family. I've been educated abroad, lived in Europe, Britain, the Far East. I may sound like an awful snob, darling, but it's all very true.
GORDON-Honey...I'd believe anything you told me right now. I'll bet you've got the face and body, too.
JEAN-You'll think I'm very conceited, darling. But...now that you ask, here goes. Weight: a bit over one-thirty, I'm afraid. . . .
GORDON-Fine. I can't stand these slim girls with their starving figures.
JEAN-Mine's hardly starving, darling. I'm thirty-six in the...breasts...um-mmm. . . .
GORDON-Go on! Go on!
JEAN-Twenty-four in the waist and...thirty-nine in the hips. But, darling...I do have a most beautiful ass!
GORDON-Damn! Whew! And with a voice like that...you have a certain psychosomatic effect on a guy.
JEAN [very softly and huskily]-Don't tell me you have a big hard-on, darling...just from talking to me? GORDON-Oh, but I do, my sexy little kitten. I do.
JEAN [breathily]-Real big and hard? GORDON-Very definitely.
JEAN-Mm-mmm...are you glad it's hard, Gordon? Do you like to fuck? Are you playing with it? GORDON-Whew! I know I'd be a lot better off if you'd tell me where you live so I could come over there and give a home demonstration. What the hell? You're single...I guess. I'm single. And it's the weekend. . . .
JEAN-What kind of a girl do you think I am, Gordon? I don't even know who you are...or what you are. Except that you're a man...with a nice voice. I'm so...vulnerable right now, darling. I'd probably let you do anything to my body. No. Go ahead and tell me about your hard cock and what you'd like to do with it How long is it? How wide...thick?
GORDON-Well...I knew an airline stewardess once who had a thing about the size of it. She took a yardstick from under her pillow after I was very hard and ready to go, and it turned out that it was almost seven inches long and two inches thick. Now, how does?
JEAN-Mm-mmm.. . so thick and juicy. You sound good enough to eat. May I eat it?
GORDON-Damn! I can't take much more of that. And I don't even know your name.
JEAN-I'm Jean, but what's more important to me right now, darling, is what you're doing. Tell me...are you playing with that big, delicious, hard cock right now?
GORDON-No...but I might be if you don't hurry up and tell me how we can get together in the same bed in about ten minutes. You sound like you're about to go, Jean.
JEAN-Oh, Gordon...I am ready! Talk...talk to me, darling. Here, listen [sounds of very moist flesh upon mucous membrane, shifting of the position of telephone, for about 15 seconds] Oh, oh, Gordon! Put it in me! Now! Fuck me! Didn't you hear how juicy I am...and I'm going to come after just a little more. Oh, Gordon...put your cock down there where my fingers are. Fuck me, Gordon! I'm fucking myself now. Oh, talk to me! Play with your cock...come with me!
GORDON-Oh, goddamn, Jean! I am playing with it , . . but I wish I had it right in your pussy. Please, let me come over there! Please!
JEAN-Oh, God, I've come twice...twice with you, Gordon, and I'm still so hungry for you. May I suck your cock? Do you like that? [sucking noises]
GORDON-Oh, hell, Jean...I can almost feel your lips around it now!
JEAN-Gordon...I'd love to eat you...suck your cock. I'd like to keep it in my mouth after you come and I swallow every drop...and keep sucking it until you get hard again. Oh, darling, I'm so juicy and fucking horny! Listen! [approximately one full minute of the sighs, moans, and exclamations in the background]
GORDON-Come on, Jean...come on! Tell me more about eating me! What else would you do? Tell me, Jean. . . .
JEAN-Mm-mmm. Oh, darling, I want to lick the little dewdrops off the slit in the head and put my lips over the head...just over the head...to see if I can suck out more dewdrops. I want to lick your whole cock all over and get it very wet and drippy with my saliva. Darling...do you have big balls?
GORDON-Average...maybe better.. . .
JEAN-I want to lie under you. I want you to lower yourself over my face, Gordon. I want to hold your prick up...out of the way, open my mouth very wide...and let your balls down into my mouth. I wouldn't hurt, darling. I only want to suck them gently and taste and smell your masculine crotch and those long hairs. Do you have a lot of pubic hairs, darling?
GORDON-I'm hairy all over. Like an ape!
JEAN-Oh, my God...what you did to me! I love' hairy men! But...I'm sucking your balls, remember? And when I suck them for a while and feel your hard cock wiggling in my hand, I'm going to use my tongue to push your balls out of my mouth. I want to hold open the cheeks of your hairy buttocks...so I can tongue your...asshole!
GORDON-Whew! Go on, Jean. What then?
JEAN-I want to lick all over your bottom, darling, in your crotch and back up to your cock and all around it, and then go back to your .sexy asshole! I'd love to eat it out...eat it out. Lick all around it and grab your prick and play and...slowly, very slowly...stick the tip of my tongue right in your asshole. Oh, God...I'm coming again...oh, Gordon! Kiss me! Suck me! Let me hear you!
GORDON [after complying with her wish for erotic sound effects]-There...was that what you wanted? If I was there I'd do it, too...Oh, hell! I can't hold it, Jean. I'm coming!
JEAN-Good! Come beautifully, darling. I'm coming again, too...fuck. Fuck me, Gordon! Give all of it to me! Or...I'll suck it all out. I'll let you come all over me...oh, I don't care what you want to do with me, Gordon. My body is yours!
GORDON-Oh-h-h, baby...that was good. I never thought...whew, I'm out of breath. I never thought a girl could get to me like you...on the telephone.
JEAN-[also breathless and excited] Did you shoot a lot, Gordon? Where did you shoot it? Tell me, Gordon. Tell me!
GORDON-Whew...I grabbed a couple of tissues and came in them. They're soggy...what a load...what a mess. I think. . .
JEAN-Lie down and relax after you throw that wasted load away on the Kleenex. Oh, what a waste. I love to suck come from a cock. Now...I'm going to give you a bath all over with my tongue...all over your whole body, and make you hard again. Gordon? Will you do something to me I just love?
GORDON-Just name it.
JEAN-[her voice breathy and husky again] I want to get down on the bed dog-fashion...but not for what you think. I want you to fuck my asshole. Will you?
GORDON-Honey, I will sure do my best. The last time I tried that I couldn't get in. It was too damn tight. Is yours. . . .
JEAN-Do you know what I'm doing right now?
GORDON-Tell me.
JEAN-I scooped a little Vaseline out of the jar and Fm rubbing it into my asshole. It's becoming very relaxed. I can get two fingers in past the knuckles. Oo-ooh! It feels so good. I know you could get your cock in me. Will you, Gordon? Will you please fuck my ass?
GORDON-You bet. Tell me where to come. I'll be there in ten minutes.
JEAN-Please, darling...put a-little Vaseline in your hand and rub it all over your cock and see how good it feels. You can get it up and come again much more easily. . . .
The conversation continued for at least another twenty minutes. Gordon took Jean's suggestion and did have another orgasm. However, she still refused to reveal her name, phone number, or address. She promised Gordon to call back. After four ox five more masturbatory conversations, Gordon began to utilize a bit of the "power" he held over her. Jean was fascinated to a point of compulsive infatuation with Gordon's voice.
After two weeks, Jean finally gave in. She told him her address and asked him to come by the next evening. "She was real nervous after that," Gordon explained. "We talked and had another orgasm...at least she did. But she wasn't the same. I couldn't understand what was the matter, but I was no less eager to meet her. I'm as human as the next guy."
In telling of the meeting, Gordon went on to say:
"I know that apartment house of hers is in the category that an efficiency goes for two hundred or better...unfurnished. Inside her one bedroom apartment, the decor, furnishings, everything had an exotic motif. There were little objects of art, pottery, knick-knacks and other tasteful souvenirs from all over the world. She had a library of all the great works of literature, plus textbooks on physical fitness, health, nursing, the whole works.
"The big surprise was Jean herself, dressed in baby-dolls and a sheer pastel-blue peignoir. She has a lovely, seductive face, long blonde hair and full lips...sexy lips. But Jean had been a terrible liar about her body! She must be over six feet tall and weighed over two hundred. Her breasts were almost monstrously huge, and her big ass was offset a little because her big thighs were in proportion. A huge body, but not the kind most men go for, or would take along to a cocktail party or a movie. She was obviously young, though. She could have passed for younger than the twenty-six or whatever it was she had told me.
"Jean tried to apologize and laugh off the deception. She was nervous about it until I lied a lot to give her some reassurance. I guess that's why she was so nervous on the phone after she finally decided to let me come to see her.
"I sat on the couch and she turned down the lighting and joined me, after fixing a drink for us. When I looked at her face, and those huge breasts showing right through her peignoir, I'll have to be honest and admit that I became pretty "aroused. I kissed her, trying to disregard her size. Her lips were terrific! They were relaxed and sexy. She put her tongue in my mouth and then drew mine into hers. When we broke for air, her face was flushed and she was breathing very heavily. Her smeared lipstick and wet mouth looked beautiful. Her eyes were exciting.
"She knew I had an erection because she kept looking down at my bulging trousers and licking her lips very sensually. I began to rub her big breasts and move the huge things around. It was like lifting a bowling ball covered with gauze. I took one out with no problem and began to suck hard on her big nipple. Her hand unzipped my trousers and she took it out.
" T want to suck you!' she said with a sudden intake of breath as her eyes widened. Jean eased her big body down to the floor between my legs and put it in her mouth. She savored it.. . like a gourmet testing a new dish. Jean was terrific at it. She licked it up and down and moved her head back and forth, shaking the long blonde hair from her face. She looked up at me with pleading eyes and said, 'Oh, I love your cock, Gordon. I'm going to suck you off. I want to taste you and eat you. . . . '
"It was the best I'd ever had that way. She had an educated mouth and tongue.. . oh, did she ever! When I came, she wouldn't let go until she had sucked out the very last drop.
"I felt very obligated. I was going to have to repay her...reciprocally...or in some kind of sexual way. I began to kiss her big thighs and work up toward her vagina after I stripped her. Suddenly, she grabbed her thin clothing and held it over her body, and pushed me away. 'Go, Gordon,' she said, almost in tears. 'You don't have to do that. I know you don't want to.. . I'm so big.'
"I tried to protest, but she just shook her head and asked me, 'Gordon...call me on the phone when you get home. Fuck me over the phone again.. . will you?'
"I promised her I would, but I never did. That telephone sex is just a little too kinky for me."
Comment: I found this study to be one of the most interesting for my book. While thousands of obscene calls are made every day, I would say that well over 90% are made by men to females. Male homosexuals often make obscene calls to other males, too. It is indeed a rarity to come across a case like this one.
I checked out the identity of Jean through the city directory and other sources, and discovered that she was the daughter of a high ranking diplomat, recently retired. She had indeed lived all over the world and was educated at the best schools.
I will not attempt to make a case-history assessment of Jean's coprolalic mania because there is too little to base it upon. I will say that there seems to have been a personality clash and probably a serious lack of needed affection and attention from her parents. Her size helped contribute to her inferiority complex, and it may be that she refuses to at least take off a little of the fat because of conflicting emotional problems.
Jean lives in a strange fantasy world of sexual excitement I asked Gordon to call her and see if she would be willing for me to talk to her in regard to my research. He dialed her number a total of over one hundred times in six days. The line was always busy. Apparently her telephone mania is compulsive. The very instrument itself has become a sex symbol to her because it is her means of sexual communication with the world of males outside.
Jean probably justifies her coprolalic mania as a way out of her "big girl" problem. In order to cater to her insatiable erotic needs, she has created an "ideal" situation. While she paints a highly exciting picture of herself over the telephone, which the average male is always eager to accept, she also builds up in her own mind a handsome and heroic image of the men to whom she speaks.
So long as she limits herself to these telephone encounters, she need not worry about how big and fat she is, that her partner's eagerness may be washed away after viewing her. The telephone banishes all her fears, self consciousness and feelings of inferiority. It acts as a shield and allows her to dream the impossible dream, knowing that her unseen partners are at least sincere in their words of desire to the image, the fantastic image of beauty and sensuality that Jean can so vividly create with her impassioned voice.
Jean lives a life of contradiction and conflict, twirling around in a vicious circle of impossibles and imponderables. It is to be hoped that she will in some way be persuaded to seek professional help and learn first to love herself, so that she may then be capable of loving others and of receiving that love from the many who will accept her as she is.
If she does not seek help soon, I feel that her condition will grow worse. She will become so enraptured by her constant telephoning and masturbating, that after work and weekends will not be enough. She will be compelled to quit her job, and devote her whole day to making telephone calls to new and different men. Not only does she face this possibility, but also that of being caught (by some jealous wife or girlfriend perhaps) and reported to the police. Upon conviction or a plea of guilty, Jean would face either a jail sentence and/or fine, or commitment to a mental institution.
A farther step away from reality in impersonal sexual communication is that of "tapespond," the exchange of tape recorded erotic monologues and sound effects. The element of instant response or dialogue is missing, of course, but many erotic "tapesponders" synchronize their times for making tapes, which adds an element of mental telepathy, and seems to add a little something extra for the participants. It is this aspect of the kinky girls' behavior that I will pursue in the next chapter.