0 comments/ 12822 views/ 0 favorites E-Mails From The Rim By: BennyBlank From: "Doug.xxxx” To: "Bobbie,yyyyyy" Sent: Saturday, August 10, 2002 9:16 AM Subject: Do I Look Stupid? This gets a little complicated but try to follow me. Lania, a friend of Erika’s, has a boyfriend Dirk who works with ex-convicts returning to society after serving out their term in prison. Now, Dirk has one of his “clients”, who is getting out of his halfway house, who needs a place to stay until arrangements can be made for an apartment of his own. So, Dirk asks Lania to ask Erika to ask me if I can put this guy up for a day or two. So, I asked Erika if I looked gullible or just plain stupid. Why would I want to do a thing like that? Just Great!! An ex-con in my apartment! I mean I’ve got two TV’s, a DVD, a CD, a computer, to speak nothing of other things laying around like my money, my checkbook, and my credit cards—and my baseball card collection. Geez! It doesn’t take a genius to figure out all that stuff would be as good as gone. And, of course, my luck would be that, on top of being an ex-burglar, this guy is some reformed ax murder who owes his freedom to his spiritual conversion to the Kult of the Kosmic Kumquat, who burns incense, and chants in Urdu, while honing his ceremonial paring knife on a whetstone made of pumice from the volcano of Kali west of Krakatoa! Noooohoooohoooo Way! The Birdman of Alcatraz is just going to have to find another roost. So, I told Erika to tell Lania to tell Dirk to tell Mr. Charlie Manson, “Thanks but no thanks.” Of course, Erika added, “You are just being a socially irresponsible poop! You’ve got a good job, money, and things. And this guy is just trying to make it back into society. You can protect all your stuff from this guy for a couple of days if you really wanted to. Besides, I know you think Lania’s sister is cute and I’d bet that Lania could get you a date with her sister…if she had the right motivation.” Oh Maaaaannnnnn!! Lydia? My groin begins to ache just thinking about her. Now, Lania is goooood looking-- black hair, dark eyes, smooth skin—and not dumb either. But Lydia? Lydia, Lydia, Lydia has the same black hair but shiny, jet-black; and she has the same dark eyes but sparkling and laughing; and she has the same smooth skin but creamy and tan—and Lydia is a lawyer. Can’t be too dumb and still be a lawyer! What should I do? I don’t want to wind up dismembered in some lettuce crate in some vacant lot behind a billboard. But Lydia? Oh Maaaannnnn!! What should I do? From: "Doug.xxxx” To: "Bobbie,yyyyyy" Sent: Monday, August 12, 2002 9:00pm Subject: More Info Well, I did what you suggested. I followed up with Dirk about this guy he wanted to “place”. And I made sure I told Ericka that I was going to talk to Dirk. I figured that even if I didn’t let my apartment become a home for the homeless, I would be showing that I made a good faith attempt at being a socially conscious altruist—at least enough of a showing to prompt Lydia to go out with me. I met with Dirk at the County Court House. He isn’t actually employed by the County or by the Courts; he really works for a community outreach program. But he spends a lot of time in court because that is where he makes all of his contacts. He is a rather interesting fellow, too. He is a former priest with a law school education. What a combination! He doesn’t practice law because he hasn’t been able to pass the bar and he isn’t affiliated with the church anymore because—well, he was pretty frank about it—because when he was a priest, the church expected him to be celibate. He said that his sex life was too important to him to be dictated to by a group dried up old men who didn’t remember what sex was all about. He met Lania through Ericka, who works for the probation department now. Part of what Erika does is to make sure that people, who as a condition of their probation are required to be tested for drugs and/or alcohol use, actually show up to take the tests. Lania works in the documents section of one of the “Pee Labs” and so has a lot of contact with probation officers and the like. My sister knew Dirk because of his involvement in placing prison parolees into outside living situations and, interestingly enough, also knew Lania’s sister, the fabulous Lydia, because Lydia handled clients who were on probation. What a snug little group! I guess they didn’t see any conflict in socializing with each other. Dirk looked like a neat freak to me. I mean he dressed impeccably! He didn’t dress formally; in fact, he dressed rather casually. But he was spotless, groomed up, and shined up. He wore black, which surprised me once I found out that he had once been a priest. But the black was not a clerical black; it was more of a Ninja black—very Zen. He was soft spoken, as one might expect of an ex-priest, but he exuded raw sexuality. Whatever that indefinable quality was—animal magnetism, pheromones, charisma—even I could tell that sex was not far from this person’s thoughts at any given time. So I asked him what the deal was with his little work in progress. He was pretty straightforward. He said that Gary, the ex-convict, had been in State Prison for three years not for rape or murder; not for robbery or burglary; but because of an unfortunate incident involving a political demonstration where some people got hurt. It so happened that Gary, while organizing and conducting an illegal street march, had sabotaged some traffic signals. In the ensuing confusion, several traffic accidents occurred causing dozens of personal injuries and tens of thousands of dollars in damage private and public property. Gary, who faced a welter of criminal charges, pled as best he could but wound up going to prison for three years nevertheless. Dirk assured me that Gary was not a danger to anyone. He wasn’t a doper or a drunk, didn’t mug helpless women, nor did he molest children. The man was simply a zealot for a cause that led him to make some unfortunate, albeit costly, mistakes. In fact, Gary, who had worked for the IT department of a huge corporation, had already lined up a job working in the same field but for a much smaller company. I asked Dirk why Gary wouldn’t be staying with him. He said there were a couple of reasons. One was that it wouldn’t be proper from a professional standpoint--liability issues you know; and, two, Dirk had just moved in with Lania a month or two before --something I didn’t know about—and having a “client” staying with him probably wouldn’t sit well with Lania. I allowed as how that made sense about Gary not staying with them. But Dirk reinforced with me that everything was going to be cool but that if anything happened, if I would up missing so much as a toothpick, Dirk would make good the loss. So I told Dirk that it was OK for Gary to bunk at my place for “a few” days. I insisted on the understanding that a “few” days would not amount to any more than two weeks. Dirk agreed. He said he had Gary already set to move into an apartment on the first of the month--16 days was pretty close to two weeks. No Problem at all. We shook hands. I felt much better about the whole thing. I also felt that I was doing my share to be a socially responsible adult to say nothing of burnishing my reputation with the likes of Erika, Lania and, especially, Lydia. I will let you know how this all turns out. From: “Doug.xxxx” To: "Bobbie,yyyyyy" Sent: Tuesday, August 13, 2002 11:00pm Subject: Guess What? All too good to be true! I knew that there had to be a fly in the ointment somewhere. I mean it wasn’t all that catastrophic but I still feel a little dumb for not having asked. Dirk brought Gary over the day after Dirk and I had made our deal. They trooped up the stairs of my apartment building, Gary carrying a two-suiter and a large athletic bag and Dirk carrying two larger suitcases. Gary seemed friendly and in good spirits and Dirk seemed gratified that he had accomplished something of value for one of his clients. After they dropped the luggage in the living room, Dirk gave Gary a manly hug and a slap on the back and extracted a promise from Gary to check in with him the next day. So, I got a chance to size up Gary. He was, as grandpa used to say, a “stout fellow”. He is an African-American man about 30 years old, 5’10” and maybe 180lbs. It was hard to tell exactly because he was “built”; I mean he must have worked out a lot when he was behind bars! He was wearing black jeans and a charcoal gray t-shirt that had an orange and black iconographic “Men at Work” sign printed on the front. I know what you are thinking and the answer is NO! You know me. You know I am not a racist in any way shape or form. The fact that Gary was a black man didn’t faze me in the least. And I’m not one of those “Really-some-of-my-best-friends-are-black” people. You know I grew up in a mixed neighborhood and, for real, some of best friends WERE (and ARE) black. What did faze me somewhat was the t-shirt. I finally got the picture. The icon of “Men at Work” showed the silhouette of two workmen in hard hats, one in side view bending over with what looked like a wrench in his hand and the other workman, also in side view, was standing behind the first hunched over a little. You could make out the flat view of the head of a shovel on the ground behind the character’s foot. One got the impression that the handle of the shovel extended upward diagonally across the second character’s leg to a point where the workman might have been leaning on the end of it that was in front of him. All of this is very logical but the overwhelming “gestalt” one got was that the workman in front was hunched over with his cock in his hand and that the workman behind him was leaning over with his cock in his hand about ready to butt fuck his partner! Gary was gay! No question in my mind. Gary was gay! You know me. I am a blatant heterosexual. I am not exactly a homophobe but gay men unnerve me. It isn’t my thing but it always seems to me that an openly gay guy wants to think that I think that it IS my thing. Geez! Why didn’t I ask of Dirk if there was ANYTHING else he should tell me about Gary? I helped Gary carry his bags into the spare bedroom and showed him where his bathroom and the towels were along the way. My apartment has a three-quarters bathroom off the main hallway, the one for Gary to use, and a full bathroom as part of the master bedroom. The fact that I could close my bedroom door and not have to wander around the apartment in my skivvies was on my mind. Then I gave him a briefing on the kitchen with a basic “mi casa, su casa” speech. I don’t drink so there’s no booze in the house—no problem for him; and he could make himself any kind of sandwich he wanted as long as it was liverwurst and onions on rye bread—the only fixings I had. Everything else was fast food or eating out. I was just finishing up with all of this when Gary looked at me and said, “You know, man? I am gay. Does that bother you?” I must have said no unconvincingly because he followed up with, “Hey, man! Don’t worry! Its cool! I am already hooked up. I’m not looking.” He must have sensed my relief. He smiled and so did I. He offered his hand to me and got a firm, manly handshake in return. I think we understood each other. So, I’ll get more to you in a day or so. Meanwhile, it looks like it is going to be OK here. From: "Doug.xxxx” To: "Bobbie,yyyyyy" Sent: Thursday, August 15, 2002 11:45pm Subject: About Lydia and… Well, I had a brother/sister chat with Erika today. I told her that I had moved Gary in and that “everything was going fine”. Then I obliquely asked whether she had a chance to talk to Lania or Lydia about….you know….about going out with Lydia. I mean, a deal is a deal. Erika said that she had set something up that she thought might work out pretty well. I felt like the voice-over dog in the Beggin-Strips commercial, “It’s Lydia; it’s Lydia, Lydia, Lydia, Lydia!!!” But I managed to keep my voice calm. Then Erika broke it to me: she had arranged for me to accompany “the girls” out on a Friday night, all expenses paid. I think Erika missed the point. My plan was to get Lydia out on a date, wine, dine and dazzle her, and then wind up getting into her pants. I mean: like “one on one”? Like her and me? Like “two’s company and four is a mob scene”? What in the world could Erika have been thinking? She sensed in my voice disappointment that must have been more easily detectible, I’m sure, because it contrasted with soaring elation of the moment before. She explained that Lydia really didn’t like to meet new men one on one. Lydia was circumspect and cautious when it came to getting involved. She would always insist on meeting someone new in a group scene like a party, or at dinner with friends, or on a night out for drinks and dancing. That way she could take her own car and would have an “out” if she didn’t find her new date attractive. That made sense--I suppose—Dammit!! The plan was that Erika, Lania, Lydia and I go out for dinner and then do some club hopping. Erika knew I didn’t drink. Man! Was I going to be a cheap date or what? But what was my choice? I agreed. Erika said I should meet them at 7:00pm at the “Maison Argonne” restaurant on Friday—that’s tomorrow!! So I am on with Lydia for Friday—kind of. But I have to tell you about Gary, too. I moved the guy in on Tuesday evening. Things were cool Tuesday night. I ordered in a pizza; he watched some TV and I did my e-mails and some chatroom stuff. Anyway, I hit the sack about 10:00pm and Gary did the same. I got up Wednesday morning and went down the hall toward the kitchen when I noticed that the door to the spare bedroom was open. I didn’t know if Gary was asleep or not but I didn’t want to wake him up if he were asleep so I eased up on my steps to be as quiet as I could. As I passed the door, I could partially see into the room. I caught a glimpse of the mirror on the far wall that was reflecting an image of the bed on the opposite wall. Uh Oh! I could see Gary laying on the bed, flat on his back, stark naked with his huge erect cock in his right hand. I could see his eyes were closed as he stroked himself up and down the length of his rod and I could see his left hand massaging his right nipple. He was really going at it! He seemed to be too absorbed to notice me so I started to creep past the doorway. Just then I heard his voice, “It’s cool man. Don’t worry. You ain’t bother’n me at all.” I stopped dead in my tracks and again looked into the mirror. I could see the smile on his face as he looked back at me and I could see that he was stroking his cock even more sensuously, all the way up its length and all the way down—very slowly. Now, you know I grew up with two older brothers and knew all about jacking off. I mean, we all did it but we pretty much kept it to ourselves. My brother walked in on me one morning when I was jacking off in bed under the sheets and literally pulled my covers! It was all kind of a joke but we never took each other seriously when it came to that—I mean, like we never watched each other or anything like that. Little sister Erika, younger than all of us, figured it out and used to tease about it but, other than that, it wasn’t talked about much at all. No one bugged her about it and I am sure she later on developed her own methods of satisfying herself, too. So, standing there watching a guy jack off in person was a novel experience. And I couldn’t take my eyes away! I said Gary had a huge cock? Well, that is an understatement. It had to be at least 9 inches and big around, too. He stroked and coddled that thing like he was caressing a woman’s thigh. Then he surrounded it with his fist and began pumping harder and faster. I watched the fingers of his left hand move back to his right breast and pinch his nipple as he jacked his cock. His eyes were closed again and he moved his body more flexing his “abs” with each stroke of his cock. Then he paused and blew his load, a huge load that spurted all the way up his chest. Some of it even reached his throat. He slumped back in relief. “You ain’t never seen that before, dude?” he said, as he wiped the cum off his chest with a washcloth. I shook my head and said, “No. I mean not in person, anyway.” “It looks like you were enjoying it, dude!” He said as he pointed toward my crotch. I looked down and, sure enough, my cock was hard and sticking out of the opening in the front of my boxers. Geez! “Easy Man! You can’t let that go to waste!” he said as he slowly moved from the bed to where I was standing in the doorway. I was too shocked, curious, excited, to move as he knelt down in front of me. His hand came up and caressed my cock moving the material of my boxer shorts away so he could get a better view. He looked at it a moment and then open his mouth and gently surrounded the head of my penis with his lips. I was transfixed. His mouth was warm and soft. It enveloped my cock and held it close. As he moved his head forward drawing my shaft deeper into his mouth, I could feel his tongue work its way back and forth along the sensitive underside of my glans. And then he drew his head back slowly using his tongue again in the same way. It took no time at all. My knees got so weak that I had to lean back against the doorjamb and hold on to the doorknob to keep from falling over. I felt electric surges of pleasure move its way from my penis to my loins, to my stomach, to my chest and then to my throat. I wanted to cry out in ecstasy. I threw my head back and let out a sigh just as all of the rolling waves of pleasure met and peaked. I shot my load into his mouth. He held me there with his hands on my butt and sucked down all of my semen, gently sucking again and again until the waves of ecstasy began to recede and my cock began to go limp. That was a millennium class blowjob!! He pulled back and my cock popped out of his mouth. He leaned his head back, licked his lips, looked at me and smiled. “That, my friend, is what got me through three years of prison with perks. I did it good and they loved it. I had all that I needed there.” He leaned further back, his butt resting on his heels, and flexed one enormous bicep. “No one would mess with me because of these—see? They knew I could break ‘em in two. But sucking cock got me all the goodies.” He laughed a mellow laugh. “All the goodies….and I loved it!” I didn’t know what to say. Should I thank him? Act shocked? Be pissed off? I just didn’t know. He must have figured out that I was non-plussed. He said, “Hey, man! It’s cool. No strings. I just wanted a cock to suck that’s all. Thanks.” I mumbled, “Hey, dude. Yeah! I mean it’s cool. Like you say…cool.” I turned and walked down the hall back to my bedroom to shower, shave, and get ready for work. I resisted the impulse to look over my shoulder. So why am I telling you all this? This is just such a weird situation that I’ve got to tell someone! I know you understand. At least I hope you understand, anyway. O.K. gotta go. I’ll let you know what happens with the “girls”. From: "Doug.xxxx” To: "Bobbie,yyyyyy" Sent: Saturday, August 17, 2002 11:16 AM Subject: The girls….and Get ready for this. Last night was a trip! Get yourself a cup of tea, print out a hard copy of this, and just sit back in your chair and read on. You are going to go nuts. I finished work early on Friday and rushed home to get ready for the evening. Gary wasn’t there when I got home. He had said something that morning about meeting Dirk to finalize the deal on his new apartment. And he knew I would be out on a date tonight. Anyway, I took a quick shower, put on some “smell good”, and got into my “Friday go to dinner clothes”. E-Mails From The Rim Continues From: "Doug.xxxx" To: "Bobbie,yyyyyy" Sent: Saturday, August 17, 2002 7:40pm Subject: Saturday….Saturday…. Your answer to my last e-mail knocked me out! You are a continual surprise to me. I figured you wouldn't be exactly appalled by the nature of all of these goings-on (I mean, after all, you and I have shared some stories—and I did tell you about the Gary encounter without you disinheriting me) but your comment about Erika had me in convulsions. "Sounds like she got her problem licked!" MOM!!! But I didn't get a chance to really finish my last e-mail to you. Everyone started to get up and move around the apartment so I had to cut it short. But you can imagine what everyone looked like in broad daylight after a night of debauchery! Friday night (actually early Saturday), after Dirk /Gary and Lydia/Erika made their respective exits, Lania fell asleep sitting with me on the couch. She literally cried herself to sleep with her head on my chest. I sat there not wanting to disturb her but finally, when I was pretty sure she was deep asleep, I slid away from her and allowed her to sink down onto her side on the couch. I slipped off her shoes and covered her up with one of those fuzzy blankets you sent me. I piled myself into the recliner chair with the other blanket and drifted off to sleep too. I am an early riser and, on top of that, I hadn't had anything to drink the night before so I woke up at about 7:00am with my wits about me. I figured the rest of the folks would be down for the count, given the cognac, revelry, and emotions of the night before. That gave me a chance to bat out that long e-mail to you. It is a good thing I had a chance to do that because it helped organize my thoughts about what had happened and about how all those relationships had changed in my mind in a seeming instant. I mean, if I had really given it some thought, I suppose I could have figured out the Dirk/Gary thing. Old Dirk had really taken more personal interest in Gary's case than one would expect of even a "do-gooder" social worker. But the Lydia/Erika affair was more than I could have guessed, even though I suppose I should have been tuned into Erika's situation better than I was. It seems that we are blindest to the foibles of the people nearest to us. But…hmmmm….It sounds like you might have had some inkling about Erika, "…got her problem licked…" indeed! We are going to have to talk about that one. Lydia was the first one up. She looked great! I mean she was up and about and all put together: make-up, hair neat, clothes without a wrinkle, and a ten megawatt smile! Lesbian or not, she made my loins ache. She swept into the kitchen announcing, "Coffee! Coming up!" I sent you that e-mail, signed off my computer, and headed over to help her out when I saw Erika coming down the hallway. She definitely looked less elegant than Lydia. Erika had put on one of my white terry cloth robes, was barefoot, and had that fly-away hair look. She didn't seem as much hung over as she did tired. But it didn't seem to be the heavily fatigued brand of tiredness as much as that relaxed "what a wonderful experience" variety of tired. If she were a cat, she would have been purring. "Yummmmm, " Erika said with a languorous stretch, "Coffee sounds good." Dirk appeared looking like the leftovers of yesterday's birthday cake. You know what I mean: that not fresh any more, crumbling, dried out look. Yep, Dirk was in his slacks and shirt but looked wrinkled and tired: used, abused and subdued kind of tired—and hung over. He needed some coffee—and likely a shot of that cognac, too! "YEAH, Baby!" That was Gary's voice as he negotiated his way down the hallway with a sequence of moves that would have stopped the show on any dance floor in town. "Yeah, Yeah, Baby!" Gary was stark naked, buff to the max, with his flaccid phallus swaying in front of him in time with his dance steps. He came up behind Dirk and shimmied his body against Dirk's fanny. "Oooh, Yeah ! Baby, baby!!" and he then gave Dirk a kiss on the back of the neck ending it with a lick. Dirk turned a little red, cast his eyes to heaven, and exhaled in mock drama. From my point of view, I could see Dirk reach around behind himself, find Gary's cock and give it a little squeeze. (Ain't love grand?) Gary's antics must have awakened Lania. I heard this "Uhhhggghhhh" coming from the vicinity of the couch. I looked over and saw Lania glaring at Dirk and Gary. "You, mister, aren't a bit funny!" she shot in their direction. She could have been aiming that at either one of them but then she said, "I want you and your stuff out of MY apartment today, Mr. Dirk Jerk.!! TODAY, do you understand?" "O.K., O.K." was Dirk's response, "No Problem!" He was getting back a little of his aplomb. Lania began to fume, "And put the sheets in the washer and scrub the toilets before you leave." Her voice was rata-tat. "I don't want anything that was next to your dick being next to me until it has been disinfected first!" "No Problemo, I said!" Dirk was getting his form back, indeed. "And I'll leave a new bottle of Listerine for you to take care of that very thing, Ms. Fellatia!" "C'mon, Honey!" Dirk said to Gary, "Get your clothes on and let's go. You give better blowjobs anyway….AND your asshole isn't off limits!" That was a last dart back at Lania. (Was I wrong or was Dirk starting to sound molto bitchy already?) I could sense that this was going to escalate so I interposed myself in the line of fire. I took Gary's well-muscled arm in one hand Dirk's in the other and guided them toward the hallway and the spare bedroom. "Hey, guys!" I said under my breath, "Let's be cool. Let's just ease on out of this thing without turning it into World War Three!" Then I added, in my best soap opera stage whisper, "Besides, you have each other now." I almost collapsed in laughter as Gary and Dirk went into the bedroom. When I got back to the living room, I saw that no one else seemed to think it was funny. I forgot who my audience was: a betrayed lover, a lesbian lover, and a lesbian attorney who was at the forefront of the Gay Awareness movement. Lydia took the lead now. "Erika? Get your clothes on. We're going to take Lania back to your place. She can stay there until the Dirkster clears our of her place." One could see why it was that Lydia got things done: Command Presence. "Lania? Here's your shoes. Let's go down to the car and wait for Erika. You won't have to cross paths with Dirk again today, anyway." As Lydia and Lania headed out the door, I stopped Lania and gave her a hug and a purposefully chaste kiss on the cheek. I didn't want to ruin my chances by trying to get too familiar too quick. "EGBOK, kiddo!" I tried to keep it light, "Everything Gonna Be OK!" Just then Erika came down the hallway in her half-zipped party dress trying to stuff her rolled-up panty hose into her purse with one hand while at the same time trying to put her shoes on her bare feet with her other hand. That required more eye-hand coordination than I would have been able to muster but Erika seemed to manage, in a hop-skip-and-jump fashion. Off the girls went down the steps having uncorked a fountain of chatter about…well you can guess. I faintly heard someone say, "Dirk, that son of a bitch, "as they closed the door behind them. I went into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee and stood there drinking it trying to construct an island of calm in the midst of a sea of confusion. I finished that cup and went to pour another when Gary and Dirk trooped out in the reverse fashion of the way they trooped in. This time Gary carried the suitcases and Dirk carried the two-suiter and athletic bag. They didn't say anything, not even thanks, suck my dick, or anything. The door slammed behind them as they left. I half expected one of them would come back and say goodbye but that didn't happen. But I have a feeling I am going to run into them again sometime. So that's what happened this morning! Whew! I am a little worn out. Hey! I just noticed that Lania left her purse behind on the couch. I guess she was in more of a hurry than I thought to clear out and not confront Dirk again. I will have to give Erika a call and arrange to drop the purse off at her place. But first I am going to take a nap. I think I deserve one, don't you? From: "Doug.xxxx" To: "Bobbie,yyyyyy" Sent: Sunday, August 18, 2002 5:58am Subject: Saturday….Saturday…and more Saturday I had to write all of this down for you while it was all clear in my head—and I think you will see, as you read on, why it was that my head was spinning in the first place. Like I said earlier, I had to get Lania's purse to her so I called Erika to see if she, Lania, and Lydia were there. The phone rang and rang and rang. No answering machine turned on and no one picked up the phone. I tried a couple of times and still no answer. That had me curious and a little worried. Dirk or Gary might have heard the girls make their plans to go to Erika's. Who knows what Dirk, or Gary or, for that matter, both of them together might be capable of doing. Spite is a powerful motivator. I decided to drive over to Erika's as her place was only a couple of miles away. I was there in less than ten minutes. A lot of the apartment buildings in this town were designed and built by the same architect and contractor and Erika lived in a building almost exactly like mine. Like me, she had a corner apartment but, because it was on the left side of the building instead of the right side, as mine was, her floor plan was a mirror image of mine. I always joked with her that I'd get a case of "uv ajed" every time I walked into her apartment—the mirror image of "déjà vu". I walked up the steps and tried the door of her apartment. It was unlocked so I just walked in. I got two steps inside and froze in my tracks. Holy Shit! There sitting on the couch with her head leaned back, her knees drawn up, and legs apart was Lania—stark naked! And there with her back to me, crouched on all fours, legs spread, her head between Lania's thighs, clearly indulging in an enthusiastic bout of cunnilingus on Lania was Lydia! And that's not all! Laying on her back behind Lydia with legs spread apart, and with her face under Lydia's pussy was Erika performing vigorous cunnilingus on Lydia. But Erika got bonus points—no pun intended—by simultaneously working a very lifelike dildo in and out of her own vagina whilst servicing Lydia with her mouth. This all seemed very familiar, harkening back to the Dirk/Gary coupling witnessed only a few hours before. Déjà vu, indeed! "What IS this?" I asked, softly under my breath, so as not to disturb the pleasurings taking place before my eyes. I was transfixed in the same way as the night before, except that my cock recognized the difference and began to rise to the occasion. Lania's head rested on the back of the couch with her luxurious black hair fanned out on either side of her radiant face. Lania sensed that I was there—Lydia and Erika were too engrossed in their activities to be aware of anything else. Lania turned her head toward me and, with eyes half shut, smiled a slow sensuous smile. She was the image of a woman in the midst of serial orgasms. But she summoned the strength to lift her hand off the back of Lydia's head and motioned to me to sit down on the couch next to her. As I moved toward the couch, I couldn't help but notice what an astounding body my sister had. I hadn't seen her naked since I was thriteen and she was a scrawny third grader. That was only because you were at work during the day and you had given me the task of giving Erika a sponge bath to keep her cool when she had the chicken pox. Erika had matured nicely. She was blonde from top to bottom with a taut, petite body and breasts that were just a little larger than what might be considered proportionate. (But who was complaining?) She was working that dildo in and out of her well moistened pussy with writhing hips and thrusting hands, I could hear Erika's gentle moans of pleasure as she plied her tongue to Lydia's glistening vagina. I also couldn't help but notice Lydia on her hands and knees working on Lania's pussy. Lydia was better rounded than Lania; the toned muscles of the backs of Lydia's legs and her smooth nicely rounded fanny would be the envy of any classic Grecian sculptor. I could see Lydia's ample breasts swaying underneath her as she moved her body back and forth to add energy to her tongue's ministrations to Lania's clitoris. Lydia made those wonderful "yummy" sounds as she gave and received her share of oral sex. I could tell that Lania was being transported to another dimension by Lydia's tongue. Lania's skin was flushed and her nipples were taut and erect. Her tummy moved in and out as the shudders of orgasm rolled through her body. She looked at me and silently mouthed the words, "I want your cock!" What could I do but comply? I stepped out of my shoes, stripped my jeans and boxers off in one movement, and kicked them away as I pulled my polo shirt off over my head. It took about five seconds for me to be kneeling on the couch next to Lania with my erect cock pointed at her. Lania's hand rose and grasped my swollen phallus and gently pulled it toward her parting lips. Her lips were pink and full as they surrounded the head of penis and I felt the suction as she drew my cock deeper into her mouth. Her hand moved down and cupped my scrotum and gently massaged my testicles as she moved her head back and forth gradually swallowing more and more of my penis. I could feel as well as hear her moans of pleasure that she was deriving from Lydia's superb work; her tongue and palate vibrated sending surges of pleasure up my rod into my groin. I struggled to keep form shooting my load right away. I looked down and tired to concentrate on what Lydia was doing. Her hands were spreading Lania's inner thighs. I could see Lydia's tongue part Lania's smooth, glossy, jet black pubic hair made even shinier from the combined moisture of Lydia's mouth and Lania's juices. Lydia's lips and tongue were kissing and massaging Lania's clitoris in a rhythm duplicated by Lania's spasm's of pleasure. Seeing all of this make my cock harder and harder. I held out for five minutes or so but I couldn't last any longer than that. I came in a series of strong spurts into Lania's tender mouth. She didn't seem at all dismayed by this. She held my throbbing cock in her mouth and swallowed every surge of cum I gave her. I had a millennium class blow job a few days before but Lania's technique had to be classed as epic—there was simply no comparison. When I withdrew my softening penis from Lania's lips, she bobbed her head as if to say, "Don't take it out yet!" But I had to do it. I was absolutely limp from my orgasm. I needed to gather my strength. I leaned back on the couch and marveled at the girls'endurance. It had been a full twenty minutes, maybe more, since I had walked through the door and all three had hardly missed a beat. Lord knows how many orgasms they shared collectively during that time. No wonder they all seemed to be in a euphoric trance. Simply indredible! I got up from the couch with the intention of heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I needed fluid after that massive ejaculation that Lania had caused. But I only got halfway across the living room when I looked back at the girls, specifically at my gorgeous sister. Lesbian lover or not, she was a hottie. The thought crossed my mind…..No! I couldn't do that! But then again, I might never have another chance! But that is, well, incest! Oh Man! I'm not going to do anything to get her pregnant! I might as well go for it. I walked back over and stood in front of Erika and then gathered all the courage I could muster and knelt down between her legs. I leaned forward and covered her busy hands with mine and began to duplicate the in and out movement of her hands on the dildo. She relaxed her grip on the dildo and moved her hands away—one to her tummy and the other to massage her breast--all this without stopping her tongue's treatment of Lydia's pussy. I worked the dildo in and out of Erika's blonde pussy for a little while but my passion got the better of me. I gently extracted the rubber phallus from Erika, put it aside, and then lay forward with my mouth on Erika's vagina. Her scent was captivating, like raspberry honey, and as my tongue tickled the lips of her pussy, I could taste the tangy, mouthwatering flavor of her juices. I began to lick and prod her lips with my tongue, up and down and side to side, again and again. I found that sweet nub of her clitoris and teased it over and over again with the tip of my tongue. Finally, I clasped my lips over the mound of her clitoris and began to gently suck while continuing to tease her clit with my tongue. The effect was startling. Erika began to buck with her hips, gently so as not to lose contact with my mouth, and then I could feel the moisture of her pussy increase becoming wetter and slicker with each passing second. I felt her tummy tense and relax and felt the inside of her thighs quiver almost like she was receiving an electric shock. Then it happened: her wetness began to flow. It was thick and sweet and clear. It crossed my lips and ran down my chin. I pulled back a little so I could capture as much of it as I could with my tongue. It was sublimely sweet and tangy, the taste was like the scent only more delicious—raspberry honey! While Erika was going through her climax, I noticed that my cock was hard and swollen again. I grabbed it with my right hand and jacked off as fast as I could while I listened to Erika's cry of pleasure muffled by Lydia's pussy. I spurted semen all over the carpet as I had my second orgasm. Not as sweet as the one that Lania gave me but somehow more exciting since involved my delectable sister. I leaned back on my knees and looked at the scene: Erika's flowing pussy, Lydia's delicious ass, and Lania's rapture. This was a scene that I would have to imprint in my memory cells forever. If I never experience anything like this again, I can sure use it for thousands of jack-off sessions! Erika seemed spent. She slid out from underneath Lydia and sat up facing me. The look on her face was one of sublime pleasure. She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, a long slow kiss, so tender. She hugged me, her breasts pressing against my chest, put her mouth next to my ear and whispered, "Oh, Brother! Thank you! No man has every been able to make me feel that way before—ever. The only person who has been able to do that to me has been Lydia. You, my big brother, are a very, very special man!" Erika got to her feet and glided out of the room, almost like she was walking on air. She headed for the bedroom and shut the door. Now I was left with Lydia and Lania. I could see that Lydia wasn't slowing down at all on Lania. But with Erika gone, Lydia's pussy was going to be lonely. What could I do to help out Lydia? I figured that Erika had giver Lydia's pussy and clit a lot of attention; now it was time to take another step forward—or backward, depending on how you look at it. I leaned forward and put my hands on Lydia's fanny and began to softly kiss her cheeks, my lips pecking up one side and down the other. I paused at the small of her back and licked that spot just above the crack in her fanny. I could feel the shiver run up and down her spine. I gently spread her cheeks until I could see the little button of her asshole. I moved my tongue into the crack and began to massage her asshole with the tip of my tongue. I didn't penetrate, nor did I want to. I just wanted to tease and tickle. Lydia responded with more shivers. E-Mails From The Rim Continues Lydia stopped licking and caressing Lania for a moment, looked back at me and said, "Mister, don't get any ideas with that cock of yours. But I do love that tongue!" I returned to working on her asshole, slipping down every now and again to lick the puffy lips of her pussy. The way her fanny swayed, I could tell she was liking it. Then I heard Lania's voice. "This is wonderful but I need someone to fuck me." She said with mellow conviction. "I need a cock inside me!" Those words got my prick to stand up again. "Mmmm, Baby! You got a volunteer here!" Lydia straightened up, reached under the coffee table and produced a strap-on dildo. "Honey, I can use this if you want." Lania pointed to me and said, "No! I want him!" Lydia looked a little crestfallen, especially since she had lost her fuck partner to slumberland. But I winked at her and said, "Hey, not to worry. Let's see what we can work out." Lydia and I stood up together. I motioned Lania to stand up too. She got off the couch and came to me, putting her arms around me and pressing her soft, warm body against mine. "Here, Baby, let's lay down on this rug here." I said as I guided her over to a soft, fuzzy, faux fleece rug by the coffee table. I lay on my back and maneuvered Lania on top of me, straddling my stomach. I lowered her down onto my erect cock. It slid into her vagina as smoothly as my tongue slid into her mouth as I drew her to me. I began to rock my hips and she began to gyrate hers around my erection. I could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter by the second. I looked over to Lydia and gave her a wink. By this time she had already strapped on her dildo and had lubed it with some KY Jelly. She knelt down between my legs facing Lania's ass. I pulled Lania forward against my body. My cock was still in side her vagina but her fanny was in the air and her asshole was exposed. "Sweet sister," said Lydia, "Doug and I are going to give you an entirely new experience! Frankly, I think you are going to love it" With this Lydia began to insert the rubber phallus into Lania's tight little asshole. Lydia was approaching this very slowly and very gently, cooing and murmuring to her sister all the time. "Oh, Baby girl, just relax." She hummed, "It is going to feel so good in a minute." Being deep in her vagina, my cock could feel the rubber dildo sliding into Lania's ass. It made her pussy snugger around my cock and added energy to her pussy's contractions. When Lydia had inserted the dildo all the way, she thrust a little and Lania let out a gasp, not one of pain but one of exquisite pleasure. I began pumping my cock into Lania at the same time Lydia began thrusting her hips to stroke the dildo in and out of Lania's ass. I could feel Lania's pussy getting wetter and wetter, slicker and slicker, longer and longer strokes against my cock. Lydia would thrust, I would thrust, and Lania would cry out in pleasure--again, again and again; harder, harder and harder; deeper, deeper and deeper; louder, louder and louder cries of pleasure from Lania. I began to feel Lania's pussy tighten around my cock and I felt a spasm like her body was trying to hold my cock in and not let it go. Then there was a the gush of fluid from my cock inside Lania simultaneous with Lania's orgasmic flow. It spurted out of her pussy and soaked my tummy and my legs and the fleecy rug we were were lying on. I looked up and saw the rapture on Lania's face. I looked up and could see the rapture on Lydia's face, too. The nub on the end of the dildo next to Lydia's clit had done the trick. The juices flowing from Lydia's pussy joined Lania's ejaculation and my sperm and flowed over my balls onto the rug. The tension of that moment was purely ecstatic. All three of us had our bodies tensed to the snapping point trying to prolong that sublime feeling. But after a moment all of us collapsed, Lydia onto Lania, and both of them on me. We lay there for what seemed like an eternity, probably only minutes, basking in the afterglow of that spectacular orgasm. Finally, someone had to make a move. Lydia slowly withdrew the dildo from Lania's ass as Lania sighed with the pleasure of release. Lania rolled off of me to lie beside me on the rug. She snuggled her head against my chest. I kissed her forehead and her lips brushed against my chest. I hadn't known contentment like this ever before. As she unstrapped the dildo from around her waist and tossed it onto the chair, Lydia bade us good night, "Sweet dreams you two. Now I am off to snuggle with MY sweetie!" Lydia looked down at both of us, smiled a low voltage version of her ten megawatt smile, and said, "I hope we can have some repeat performances." I lay there with Lania for hours as she slept that peaceful post orgasmic sleep. I stayed wide awake, replaying every instant of that evening, one I will never forget. When Lania awoke, I held her face in my hands, kissed her on the lips, and told her I had to leave but that we should talk…soon…about us. Wow, Mom! What a night! I think you will agree. I hope it didn't offend your maternal sensitivities but, like I said before, I feel like I can tell you anything. I just hope Erika, Lydia and Lania feel the same way. E-Mails from the Rim: Finale From: "Doug XXXX ” To: "PolDept.City.Gov" Sent: Tuesday, August 20, 2002 5:44am Subject: ELECTRONIC CITIZEN/WITNESS/VICTIM STATEMENT Incident: 19 AUG 02 File #: VR 8382474282 File #: VR 8382474283 Pursuant to the instructions of Officer Bletch, Badge3414, I am filing this statement concerning the events of earlier this evening. At approximately 10:00pm, my companions and I arrived at my sister’s, Erika XXXX, apartment after enjoying a dinner at the “Maison Argonne”. One Gary OOOO, a person known to me as a friend of Dirk SSSS, met us at the foot of the steps of the apartment. The previous week, Mr. OOOO, at the request of Mr. SSSS, had briefly stayed with me at my apartment; Mr. OOOO’s departure had been something less than cordial. Everyone else in my group, with the exception of my mother, Mrs. Bobbie SSSS, also knows Mr. OOOO. Mr. OOOO accosted us in a somewhat agitated state. He was waiving his arms and declaring in a loud voice that. “You should stay out of there; don’t go in there!” I asked him why. “The place is bugged,” he said. “Dirk had the place bugged.” At this point my sister advanced toward Mr. OOOO but was restrained by her roommate, Ms. Lydia CCCC. At no time did my sister, Erika XXXX, in any way come into physical contact with Mr. OOOO. They exchanged heated words. I do not recall if the substance of any of those words would have lead Mr. OOOO to believe he was in any physical danger but I do recalling him saying, “Don’t jump my ass, lady. All I’m trying to do is to help you out here.” or words to that effect. Mr. OOOO, himself, is a physically imposing person so I doubt seriously whether he could have had any real expectation that ErikaXXXX might in any way cause him the least bit of harm. Mr. OOOO went on to explain that he had been friends with Dirk SSSS until that evening when Mr. SSSS had told him that he, Mr. SSSS, had contrived and was executing a scheme that would falsely implicate Ms. XXXX, Ms. CCCC, and Ms. CCCC’s sister, Ms. Lania CCCC, in fraud. Mr. OOOO explained that he had known that Mr. SSSS was making allegations against these women. Mr. OOOO had been present at a luncheon last Saturday where Mr. SSSS had told me of his assertion that these women were conspiring to falsify probationary lab test documents. Mr.OOOO then said that he thought at the time that Mr. SSSS was being honest but came by the knowledge of the falsity of his allegations this very evening (Monday, August 19, 2002). He said had no reason to disbelieve Mr. SSSS and had no motive to abet Mr. SSSS in his endeavor. It is my understanding that Mr. OOOO is an ex-convict, currently on probation but is not, nor has he been, required to participate in any drug-testing program. Mr. OOOO said that Mr. SSSS had been drinking this evening and that, after—well, shall we say—a “moment of intimacy”, Mr. SSSS said to that he (Mr. SSSS) had “stacked the deck against those cunts.” Those were Mr. OOOO’s words, verbatim; I have no way of knowing if that was, in fact what Mr. SSSS had said. Mr. OOOO said that Mr. SSSS had said that he had put “tails” on “those bitches and that Doug prick” and was going to “shove their self-righteous attitude right up their collective asses.” Mr. OOOO said he had inquired tactfully how the “tails” were being done and that Mr. SSSS had said had gotten “… the fucking best--the VVVV boys--to bug the shit out of their apartments”. Mr. OOOO also said that MR. SSSS said, “They had already gotten some great shit…” Based on Mr. OOOO’s representations, no body in our party went into my sister’s apartment. Lydia CCCC called the police department and an officer Bletch was dispatched to the scene. After briefly discussing the situation with all of us, Officer Bletch suggested we not go into the apartment and make arrangement to stay elsewhere for the night. He requested we e-mail our statements to him along with information as to where we can be located. He said that investigators would be in contact with us in the morning. I have made arrangements for all of us to stay at the Sleepy Bye-Bye Suites, 1234 Address Street, Township, ST; Phone (555) 555-5555. All of us, that is, except Mr.OOOO. He asked me to drop him off at a friend’s apartment. He told me he wouldn’t be going back to Mr. SSSS that he was “…. through with that asshole”. Mr. OOOO called a friend of his from my cel-phone. He said he would be staying with Ms. Juanita HHHH. I drove him over to 9999 Ninety-Ninth Street in apartment H. I can only briefly describe Ms. HHHH as I saw her for only an instant when she answered the door and let Mr. OOOO in. Ms. HHHH is a tall latina woman, I would estimate at 5’8” perhaps even 5’10”, slender—possibly 135lbs, with long black hair. Her phone number is (555)555-5550. (It is stored in my cel-phone) I would be interested to know what the process will be from this point. I have no doubt now that Mr. SSSS bugged my apartment and I am concerned at what confidential activities and information he might have acquired during the last two days. (I have personally entered all of the above data on the “e-form” provided on the official Police Department website and have transmitted it according to the instructions on the website. The above is true and correct to the best of my knowledge and recollection.) Doug XXXX Address Phone From: "Davey KKKK” To: "Manny LLLL" Sent: Tuesday, August 20, 2002 3:24pm Subject: You are not going to believe this….. Man! You are not going to believe this shit! This was simply un-fucking-believable!! I mean, Jesus Chriiiiist. O.K. I gotta tell you…. So, there I am on duty at the Sleepy Bye-Bye Motel and it is almost midnight—well after 11:00pm, anyway. So I get this call from this guy and he says he needs two adjoining rooms with two double beds in each room—and he needs them right away and will probably need them for a couple of days. So, I check my records and tell him I have only one set of rooms that will do, downstairs and way out at the back of the complex here. He says that would be ok and that he and his friends would be right over. This guy gets here and I do all the paperwork, put the charges on his credit card and show him on the little map we have where the rooms are. He goes out and next thing I see there’s two cars full of broads going back to the rooms. Man! What does this guy have going for him? So, I give them a few minutes to go back, look at the rooms, and throw their stuff in on the beds. Then I walk back to “..see if everything is O.K. Mr. XXXX.” So, I knock on the door of Room A and he answers the door. I can see inside and I can see that he has already opened up the door connecting the two rooms. In his room, Room A, I can see two women: an older lady maybe 60 with blonde/gray hair and a younger woman, in her 20’s who is an absolute knockout. And then I can see through the open connecting door that there are two women in Room B: Both look to be in their late 20’s or early 30’s, both are dark and very good looking but one is slender and one is….well…..stacked. I mean, this guy—this really ordinary looking guy--really did have something going for him. I told him that I would be leaving at midnight and that George would be taking over—if they needed anything. He thanked me and gave me a tip. Well, I get back to the main desk and start putting things in order for George. And, (wouldn’t you know it?) just before midnight I get a call from Mr. XXXX saying he would like me to come back to his rooms, that there seems to be a problem—he wasn’t specific. I said that I was getting off and George would be there in few minutes but Mr. XXXX said that he really needed to see me before I got off. I figured I would go back and help--I could use the extra tip. Right then, George walks through the door. I briefed him on the occupancy and told him that Mr. XXXX in Bldg 3 wanted me to stop off before I left so I would do that and then take off. If there were any thing that George needed to for Mr. XXXX, I would give George a call from my cel-phone. I go back and knock on the door of Room A. After a moment, the older woman answers the door; she only opened it a crack as she was wearing a bathrobe. “Oh! Davey? Right?” She opened the door wider, “C’mon in.” I walked in and my jaw dropped! The older woman was the only on there who had anything on at all! Everyone in the place, both rooms, was stark naked! I didn’t know what to do. I turned as if to leave and the older woman said, “No! Davey, that’s O.K.!” She let the robe slip off her shoulders—now she was naked, too. “Stay. Please!” She put her hand on my shoulder and (I must have been blushing ten shades of red) she looked down at my crotch. Naturally, I had a hard-on underway. How could I help it? Now, this woman was, like I said, about 60, but she was very attractive. She was a little short, maybe 5’2”; and a little chubby, maybe 135lbs; but her body was very nice. She had full breasts that sagged only a little, smooth dark nipples, and a “comfortable” looking tummy—maybe a little “poochy”, but very “comfortable looking”. She didn’t have any of that droopy looking fat that you see on older people; she looked pretty trim for her age. I glanced over and saw Mr. XXXX in the embrace of the slender dark haired woman. I could see just barely in to the next room and---Holy Shit, again!—the knockout blonde and the stacked dark haired woman were holding each other involved in a passionate kiss! Man! What had I gotten myself into? The older woman moved her hands up to my tie and began to loosen it. She told me her name was Bobbie. Then said that she and her friends had experienced a rough evening that resulted in them finding out that they couldn’t go back to their respective apartments and so they all wound up at the motel. It was such a hard night; in fact, that they all thought hey could use a little “release”. She said that the guy and the slender dark haired girl were attached; the two other girls were lovers, and that---well—that left her as the “odd woman” out, so to speak. They all got together and talked it over and decided that it would be a good idea to bring in a “sixth”, a guy to help out. I was nominated. Besides, she said, she liked “my look”. When she said that, she was looking at my crotch again. As she was loosening my tie, she inched toward me and I inched back. Little by little, she got my tie loose and, little by little, she backed me up until I bumped into the bed. I wound up sitting down on the bed to keep from falling over. My face was at the level of her breasts and I could see her nipples firming up as I inhaled her delicious scent. She unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it off me, and threw it in the corner. Leaning forward with her arms on my shoulders, she gently forced me back so that I would up laying on the bed with my feet hanging over the edge. It didn’t take long for her to unbuckle and unzip my pants and slip them over my legs. She got hung up on my shoes only for an instant but they went flying, along with my socks, into the corner followed rapidly by my pants. As I lay on the bed on my back, she reclined on her right side next to me Her left hand moved up to my chest and began to caress me, her fingers moving back and forth just above my skin but close enough to rustle the hair on my chest. As her head moved toward me, the aroma of her perfumed hair wafted toward my face and her scent enveloped me. Her lips began to peck away at my throat just below my left ear. That sent chills down my spine, let me tell you! And then began to nibble her way down my chest while using her left hand to firmly caress my stomach in large circles. I felt her lips close to my skin; I felt her tongue flick at the nipple on my left breast; and then I felt her lips close around it. The suction of her lips and the friction of her tongue on my nipple just about sent me into orbit. I could feel my cock stiffening to the point where I thought it was going to rip through my jockey shorts. Her hand continued it’s wandering over my stomach as she licked her way across to my right breast where she repeated the kissing and sucking. I couldn’t see her hand now but I felt her fingers slip themselves under the front elastic of my briefs and creep down toward my cock. They roved right and left brushing my pubic hair and just grazing the head of my cock. Man! More electric shocks zinged their way through my body. Her head bobbed its way down my chest to my stomach, her lips pinching my hair and pecking my flesh all the way down. I felt cool air against my cock as my shorts were being being lifted away from my body and then I heard the soft blowing of air from her lips onto the head of my cock. Zing! She wiggled her body down a little as her hand began to tease my shorts off over my hips. I raised my butt off the bed to help her and, as they began to slip farther down, I raised my legs and finished the job. She moved me up on the bed so that we had more room to lie on it. I could only see the top of her hair as her head crept downward, her lips still blowing that gentle breath on my now unquestionably erect penis. Then it was the warmth and moist softness of her lips and mouth as she they descended on my cock. The sensation of having dick swallowed is more than I have words for—it was delicious. Her head began to move up and down faster now and I could feel her hand cupping my balls and gently massaging them as she sucked on me. She moved her lips to the point where my cock was about to escape her mouth and then she paused so her hand could move up the shaft and stroke it. As her mouth moved down again, so did her hand. When was slow at first but she began to pick up speed, more with her hand than with her mouth. Finally, she was just holding the head of my cock just inside her mouth while she stroked the shaft furiously I shot my wad—big time. I could her a faint gag as the first spurt of my cum hit her tongue and I could visualize it blowing all the way to the back of her mouth. There was just the faintest jerk of her head when this happened. She bore down taking my cock back into her mouth, deeper and deeper, as it spasmed—three, four, five times. My cock was wrapped in her mouth, tongue, and throat as I shot the last of my wad into it. Yet she did not move her head anymore; she just swallowed again and again. Her gulping massaged my phallus to the point where it the feeling was so intense that it lifted my hips off the bed with each wave of pleasure. I thought I was going to buck her off of me. When I at last lay still, she pulled her head back letting my cock slip out of her mouth while she sucked the last of my semen from it. I could hear her smack her lips as she began to rise up. And then I could see her face blushing, her eyes gleaming, and a wonderful bright smile across her lips. She moved her tongue back and forth across her lips. “MmmmmMMMMmmm!” She cooed, “You, my man, taste wonderful!” She rolled from her side onto her back and lay there, looking at the ceiling, eyes closed with this beatific look on her face. I could never understand how giving a man a blowjob could cause such pleasure in a woman. But, who am I to question that? It seemed to have given her an orgasm; it sure enough gave me an orgasm. Why complain? As I looked at her, it occurred to me that this woman looked one heck of a lot younger to me than she did when I first met her. I noticed how smooth her skin was and how firm, notwithstanding that slightly chubby look. Her breasts didn’t collapse onto her chest, as I would have expected them to do in a woman of her age. They stayed more firm and upright than not. And her nipples were both tight and erect. She was still in the midst of an orgasm! I thought that turnabout was fair play so I began to minister to her neck, nipples and tummy in a mirror image of the way she had done it to me. I kissed her breasts, sucked her nipples, and licked my way down her tummy. I stopped at her belly button and inserted my tongue and played with it a little. Her tummy tightened and her body shivered when I did that. I kissed my way further down, and down, and down. I reached her pubic hair, blonde and fine, and permeated with a delicious scent. I set my tongue to work there and moved farther down. She spread her legs to accommodate me and, as they moved apart, I could see the lips of her vagina moist with the dew of her pleasure. I raised her legs, moved them farther apart, and positioned myself between them I had to resist the impulse to dive in. I could tell that this was a classy woman not one of those sleazy gals we usually see around here. I restrained my approach and softly began licking my way from the inside of her right thigh, tickling and teasing with my tongue, until I reached her pussy. Then I used my tongue to trace the same pattern back down her left thigh. Her fanny moved a little off the bed and there was this little quiver of her thighs as I did this I just had to go for it now! I moved my hands under her hips, parted her legs more, and spread the lips of her pussy with my tongue. I could feel the nub of her clitoris against the tip of my tongue. It was the size of an eraser on a pencil, soft, slick and---and sensitive. Each time my tongue brushed across her clitoris there was a spasm that shot through her body. Her legs pressed together hugging my face as I probed deeper and deeper with my tongue. My lips surrounded the lips of her pussy and I began to suck. Her clitoris popped between my lips as I drew in the flesh of her vagina and my tongue teased and played with her clit as the suction of my mouth drew it farther in. Each repetition of my sucking and teasing produced a stronger and stronger reaction throughout her body. Her hips moved more, her legs pressed together more firmly and—one other thing—her pussy became more and more moist. The wetness began to build. It had to be a combination of her natural lubrication and my saliva but, all at once, it dawned on me that it was much more. I couldn’t have produced the amount of liquid that I was beginning to feel fill my mouth. And it was a sweet, thick wetness that began to flow more and more. It was almost like licking melting ice cream off of a cone—only slicker and sweeter. Now it was my turn. “MmmmmMMMMMmmmm!” I hummed, “Lady, YOU taste delicious!” I could hear her giggle, a girlish laugh, as her body went into paroxysm of pleasure. I heard the laugh turn into a moan that would have sounded almost painful if I hadn’t known the pleasure behind it. The wetness coming from her returned again even stronger, washing over me. And then she became still I looked up and saw her with her hands crossed over her tummy, holding herself as if to hold herself together to keep the waves of pleasure from exploding her. But I could feel the tension in her body as she held herself with her back raised slightly off the mattress. She sighed and settled back down to the bed. It was almost like the air had been let out of her. I rose to my knees and looked at her. I didn’t think it was possible for her to be any more beautiful than a few minutes ago but she was! “Oh! My man, my man, my man!” She said to the ceiling, eyes closed, smile gleaming. “My man, my man, my man!” Now you know me. I am anything but a romantic but there was something in her look, something in the sound of her voice, something in the aura that surrounded her that struck me right to the core. I had never experienced anything like that before. Whatever it was that had captivated her was beginning to captivate me. I felt a sensation between my legs. I looked down and saw my cock starting to grow again. It almost surprised me. I glanced up and saw her looking at me looking at my cock. She smiled even more broadly, stretched out her arms, and nodded her head. E-Mails from the Rim: Finale As I lowered myself onto her, her legs moved apart again and she pulled them back to give me a better angle for insertion. I guided my penis into the pink, moist opening and thrust oh so gently forward. My cock slipped in without any resistance whatsoever but I could feel her pussy close around it at once. I don’t know how many children this woman had borne but whatever the number, they certainly didn’t stretch anything out of shape or weaken any of her muscles. Her vagina had the tone of a twenty year-old. We began the dance of pleasure—in and out, fast and slow. She raised her legs even more and held her thighs in each hand as I began to pound more forcefully in and out of her. She arched her back and I looked down to see my cock sliding in and out of that sweet looking pussy, so glossy, so slick, and so smooth. I felt my cock start to grow thicker; the swelling started to become nearly painful. That feeling began to well up inside me like a flood trying to break through a dam. I thrust my self in and out of her faster and harder and then I couldn’t hold back anymore. I buried my cock keep insider her and held her to me. My orgasm erupted so strongly that it startled me but the pleasure was so intense that I couldn't bother with any thought other that the pleasure I was experiencing. My cock throbbed and gushed my semen into her. I gradually started to stroke my cock in and out of her again, very slowly, very gently feeling the slickness of my sperm combine with her natural juices. I looked in her eyes as this was happening--her deep blue eyes. They glistened like a schoolgirl’s. Her lips pursed as if blowing me a kiss. I leaned forward, lay upon her, and kissed her deeply. My cock was still in her, our bodies were pressed together, and our lips were fused in a kiss of rapture. For a minute I almost forgot that we were two bodies. I didn’t want to break the spell but it had to be done. My cock had gotten so soft that it was slipping out of her vagina and I could feel the liquids began to flow out of her. I rolled over onto my side, grabbed the edge of the sheet, and began to dab and clean her pussy. She shivered and giggled. She rolled onto her side too and we lay facing each other, my hand on her arm and her hand caressing my face. I kissed her lips gently. “How did I get so lucky?” I whispered to her. I had only half the sentence spoken when I heard her say, “How did I get so lucky?” I had been so involved in my lovemaking that I had no ability, nor reason, to look around me. But as the trance of passion abated, I became aware of my surroundings again. In the bed next to us were Mr. XXXX and his girlfriend. She was on top of him, riding his cock, clearly in a state of high passion. Neither he nor she had any idea that anyone was watching them. I could certainly understand that. I could hear from the next room the sounds of passion, too. I could see through the door a reflection in the mirror on the bureau in the other room that showed two female bodies locked together in a “sixty-nine” position clearly enjoying each other. I turned back to Bobbie who smiled at me again. “Pay no attention to those people behind the curtain!” She giggled, “You and I have some cuddling to do.” We held each other and dozed off. When I awakened it was almost 4:00am. There Bobbie was, eyes wide open, looking at me with a look of such tenderness as I had never seen before. She silently mouthed the words, “My man, my man, my man!” She stroked my forehead. I got up and started to get dressed. My second job was going to start in three hours and I needed to get home and get cleaned up. I explained this to Bobbie. She wrote down her numbers for me and I promised I would call her tonight. I wonder if she really wants to hear from me? From: "Guido VVVVV ” To: "Dirk SSSSS" Sent: Tuesday, August 20, 2002 6:08am Subject: Surveillance Assignment: Doug XXXXX I reviewed twelve hours of video and audio capture at the subject’s apartment. There was essentially no activity until 1:51am. This is as I had expected, since I knew that the subject and his mother had left the apartment to go out to dinner. At 1:51am the lights in the living room were turned on. The audio was muffled but clearly revealed that the people were in high spirits. I expected to see the subject and his mother come into view on the video but, instead, I saw an African-American man and an Hispanic woman. I had no idea at this time why that might have been the case. The Hispanic woman was dressed in what I would call a provocative manner: very tight pants made of a shiny material—perhaps lame’, a loose fitting flowered blouse which revealed considerable cleavage, and skinny sandals. Gold chains were around her neck, bracelets adorned her arms, and she was wearing no fewer than five rings—three on one hand and two on the other. The Hispanic woman walked over to the couch and flounced down. She called out to her companion, “Gary, baby! Get us something to drink.” “Ain’t no booze in this house, baby.” The voice called back, “This guy don’t drink. Besides, honey, we ain’t here to get drunk. I’ll bring you a soda, O.K.?” “Yeah, baby.” Was the woman’s response? Shortly thereafter, the African-American man, now known as Gary, came back into the picture carrying two cans of soda. He set them on the coffee table, sat down next to the woman and said, “Now, Juanita baby, let’s do it.” Immediately, the woman started to strip off Gary’s clothes. She had him naked in seconds. He returned the favor, stripping her down to her the point where she was only wearing her thong panties. I must comment at this point that this woman had a magnificent body. She seemed to me to be 5’8”, or taller, slender in the range of 140lbs, extremely well toned muscles, no fat in evidence anywhere, and had remarkable breasts. The must have been easily 38D. I would be willing to bet that she had been the subject of plastic surgery but very well done plastic surgery, I might add. This couple started off on a sexual match the likes of which I had never seen or even scarcely imagined. It was like watching two trained athletes compete. Both of these people had wonderful bodies and it was evident the each knew how to use them to pleasure the other. Juanita (I will call her that from now on) performed oral sex Gary. Our video capture was crystal clear. This woman was able to swallow Gary’s entire penis repeatedly in “deep throat” fashion while at the same time reaching up with both of her hands to manipulate Gary’s nipples. I think Gary had an orgasm because he seemed to relax immediately following this. But Juanita did not stop there. She rolled Gary onto his stomach and performed several minutes of anilingus on him. This seemed to rejuvenate his sexual powers so he returned the favor to her. There resumed much kissing and massaging of various parts of each other’s bodies. This persisted for a considerable period—according to our timers 46 minutes. At this point, Juanita sat back on the couch with her arms spread out, legs apart, with Gary kneeling between them. I presumed this would result in cunnilingus. As I expected, Gary removed Juanita’s thong panties, and began ministering to her privates with his mouth. She was clearly in a state of ecstasy, writhing, moaning, while holding the top of Gary’s head. I detected on the video the moment of Juanita’s orgasm. It was unmistakable, emphasized by her loud shriek, “Oh! Baby, Gary, Oh! Baby!” Gary got up from his knees and sat beside Juanita on the couch. Both appeared to be in a state of exhaustion. Soon there was audio capture: Juanita saying, “Gary, baby. I gotta pee.” At this point, Juanita stood up from the couch and walked toward the camera. I mentioned that our equipment is the finest of its type being used in the industry today. I remind you of that because I want you to know that the next images were captured with crystal clarity. As Juanita walked toward the camera, the unmistakable image captured was that of a male appendage between her legs! And a sizeable one at that! Ms. Juanita is definitely what is termed as a male to female transsexual. I had difficulty trying to reason through why this was all taking place. I know from the background that you gave met that Gary had resided in this apartment for a brief period but I could not understand why he would have returned just to have sex with “Juanita”, someone with whom I am sure he could have had sex with in any other number of places. Moments later, I got my answer. After “Juanita” returned from the bathroom and put her clothes back on, and Gary had done likewise, Gary disappeared from view momentarily. He returned carrying a large poster sized piece of white cardboard. On it was written in large block letters: FUCK YOU, DIRK!! YOUR ASS IS GRASS!! SIGNED WITH LOVE UP YOUR BUTT GARY & JUANITA At this moment I am looking out of the side window of our surveillance van. I see a squad of police officers approaching the subject’s apartment. I can only guess that somehow information about this activity has reached the ears of the authorities. I will send you this e-mail and depart. I would suggest you consider how you might wish to explain and justify the purpose and legality of this assignment. Respectfully submitted Guido VVVVV, VVV Investigations. From: "Doug.xxxx” To: "Bobbie,yyyyyy" Sent: Saturday, September 14, 2002 11:16 AM Subject: Catchup Mom, I haven’t much of a chance to correspond with you since all of that stuff happened last month. I think you will have to agree that it really hit the fan there for a while. Well, where to begin? First of all, they nailed Dirk. They got him on a number of charges: breaking and entering, conspiring to conduct illegal surveillance, falsifying medical records, falsifying government records, attempting to falsely incriminate others, criminal slander. I think they also got him for tampering with probationers—Gary was pleased about that. Lydia has filed civil suits against Dirk for slander and libel. He is going to be poor on top of going to prison for a while. We were right about Dirk’s tapping into Consolidated Lab’s computers. Once the D.A. got all those records, it was pretty plain that changes were made on a huge number of test done on Dirk’s clients, or on people who were in houses Dirk used. Some testees were connected with Erika and Lydia but in all of those cases the testees were also connected with Dirk. I was a little worried about the surveillance. You know, mom, they captured some pretty intimate moments between you and me. Lydia tells me, however, that she will able to succeed in motions to suppress all of those video-tapes and audio-tapes that were made as a result of the surveillance. In fact, she believes that she will be able to get a court order to have all of that material destroyed. She is also sure that all of the written reports, emails and suchlike will be censored; all of the salacious parts can be blacked out so that no one will know exactly what transpired. Lydia says that it is enough that that it can be proved that Dirk arranged for video and audio recording devices planted in my apartment, and in Erika’s apartment. Couple all of that with the tampering of the drug/alcohol testing and subsequent perversion (Lydia’s term not mine) of the probationary process, and Dirk will have more than a few gray hairs when he gets out. Gary was questioned about the whole thing but he said he wasn’t involved in any of it and, once he got an inkling that Dirk was engineering the whole thing, Gary bailed. He didn’t want to risk spending any more time in jail, good dates notwithstanding. I saw Gary in passing at one of the interviews that took place at the District Attorney’s office. He assures me that he will make sure Dirk gets introduced to some “lovely men” in prison. Gary has connections, you know. I suspect Dirk will learn to enjoy some aspects of gay sex other that getting his cock sucked. These “lovely men” Gary said simply love to fuck soft white assholes and have their cock sucked by pretty white boys! I don’t know if she has told you or not but Erika and Lydia have decided to make it official. All of these things have drawn them much closer together. They have taken steps to formalize their relationship under the new “Domestic Partner” statute. They really do make a wonderful couple. But I have to tell you, the impression that I get from Erika is that they aren’t going to set aside all of their women friends. Sex with others is such an important part of their relationship; Lydia and Erika have a good understanding about that. They love each other and they enjoy sex with each other and with other women. The ties that bind Lydia and Erika together won’t be strained by that, they will be strengthened by it. Lania and I have decided to move in together, too. We aren’t planning on tying the knot yet. We still have a lot to learn about each other. I wish we would be able to reach the same kind of accommodation about sex that Lydia and Erika have. I don’t mind a bit that Lania dabbles in sex with women and I hope she knows that she has my heart no matter whom else I might sleep with. And I always consider safe sex a requisite in any of those encounters. I think a good compromise here would be to offer each other the opportunity to participate in sex with others. That certainly broadens the range of possibilities. What do you think? I am simply overjoyed that your life has hit its stride again. You know, I had a feeling in that night that we all had to stay in the motel that something good was going to come out of all of this. That guy Davey? He seems like a great guy, now that I have gotten to know him. And it was obvious to me that you were taken by him—in more ways than one. I have to tell you, mom, you looked like a teenager again after that night. And—NO!—I don’t think that his being 40 and you being 60 makes one whit of difference. I think this is what you have needed ever since Dad passed away. On top of that, who can question the ways of love? Finally--and I know you are going to love this—do you remember what started all of this off? Yep, the “Gary-staying-at-my-place” thing? Well, guess what? I have made arrangements for Gary to rent my apartment when I move in with Lania on the first of the month. Ironic isn’t it? Oh! And one other thing, Gary has already lined up a roommate. YEP! JUANITA!!!! Love to my favorite Mom, Doug E-Mails From the Rim: Oh, Brother! From: "Erika XXXX ” To: "Doug XXXX" Sent: Monday, August 19, 2002 5:24pm Subject: My Special Brother Doug, I have tired several times to write this to you since Saturday. I always get a few lines into it and then stop. I know that it is partly because I am having a difficult time sorting out my feelings but it is also because there are some things I want to tell you—there are things you should know. You have always been my favorite brother. I get along with Arty and Barry all right, when I see them, which isn’t that often--I like them--but, even though they are only a few years older than you, they always seemed very old to me. The four years difference between you and them didn’t seem to faze you much but you have to remember that there is almost ten years difference between them and me. When I was going into the third grade, they were already on their way to college. I just really didn’t get to know them very well. You were the brother that was around all the time. You are the one who took care of me; did the babysitting; you nursed my colds; you worked with me on fractions, and history, and that icky frog I had to cut up; taught me how to ride a bike, to throw a baseball, and how to not take guff from the teasers in school. Mom helped me with “girl” things but you helped me with “life” things. Mom had her hands full, too, trying to keep Dad in line. And Dad? Well, I know he tried but the straight and narrow was far too straight and far too narrow for him. You were the guy I looked up to, the guy I could count on, the guy who was--well, it is the truth--the only guy that really made me feel like I was someone. And then you went away to college. I was heartbroken. I don’t know if you knew that or not. I was almost fourteen and you were almost nineteen and I guess I just adored you. The boys that were around were dorks--all of them. I went on dates but I didn’t like it. It always seemed to me that the guys really didn’t care who I was, or what I thought, or what I really liked. They just wanted to paw me, control me, and get me to do things I really didn’t want to do. (Blowjobs!! Eeeeccchhh!! I only did that two times: once, because I wasn’t sure what it was and, twice, because I wanted to make sure that it was as repulsive as I thought it was the first time I did it. It was!) It was even worse the older I got because that is when I started to get good looking. I can’t deny it; I know I am good looking. That was a curse as much as a blessing. The ordinary boys, the really good kids, wouldn’t ask me out because they thought I was too pretty to ever go out with them. So, I was stuck between essentially two competing groups: the jocks who all thought they were entitled to the cute, blonde cheerleader--a warrior’s right--and the “bad boys” who looked at snagging “white bread” as flipping off the society that they “weren’t going let fuck with them”. It got so I would only date when it was absolutely necessary—proms and things. Honest to god! I stayed a virgin! (I didn’t count the blowjobs.) It wasn't like I didn't know what sex was about. I started masturbating when I was fourteen, about the time you went away to school--come to think of it. It felt good and it helped take the edge off my dissatisfaction with the boys but I can't say I was captivated by it. And my thoughts were mostly of romantic things not raw sex. I spent a lot of time with my girlfriends. I spent a lot of time with Mom. I watched Dad deteriorate. All of the true affection that was in my life was from women. I was very close to a couple of my girlfriends in high school--very close. I would have “sleep-overs” with them and we would sleep together. We wouldn’t masturbate or have sex with each other; we would just go to sleep talking about things, holding each other. It is hard to describe what a comfort that was when all of the other stuff was going on. Then Dad died. I was just eighteen. That was sudden, you know, and threw everything into emotional turmoil. The money situation was marginal to O.K. because Mom had a good job and kept working. But I remember the decision you had to make whether to come home and help or continue with college. You did the right thing. You got a full time job and finished college in six years. Well, then it was just Mom and I. We were pretty lonely and emotionally pretty ragged. We started sleeping together for company, just like I did with my girlfriends. It made me feel safe and loved. Sometimes she would just hold me and brush away my tears as I brushed away hers. She would stroke my hair and hum that motherly song that has no real melody and no intelligible words. And I would hold her in my arms to make sure she wouldn’t go anywhere. After a few weeks, Mom began, little by little, to do more than stroke my hair. I don’t think it was intentional; I just think she was missing what little contact that she had with Dad. It wasn’t just the contact from him but, maybe more important, contact for him. Lord knows she had done a lot of taking care of him those last few years. So, I became the object of her attention and I didn’t resist because I needed the attention. We were laying bed one night when she kissed me. She didn’t kiss me on the cheek; she kissed me on the lips. And it wasn’t one of those pecky, for the sake of appearance kisses; it was a full-on kiss on the lips—I could feel her tongue! I was taken aback; I wasn’t ready for it. Mom sensed this and cooed, “O.K., baby.” as she stroked my cheek. But she kissed me again gently and held me to her. That is when I felt the stirring warmth that I had only the barest inkling of before. I felt the blood rush all over my body, everything began to tingle, my lips became so sensitive that I could almost feel Mom’s pulse as she kissed me. The texture of my nightgown stimulated every nerve ending on my skin; my nipples were points of exquisite pleasure as they brushed against the fabric that came between Mom’s breasts and mine. I had the thought that this shouldn’t be happening, that somehow it wasn’t exactly right, but I was being carried along on this wave of sensation that was truly new to me. Mom’s kisses became more passionate; her tongue finally parted my lips and sought out mine. Her hands began to stimulate every inch of my body. Her right hand caressed my cheek, then my neck, then my shoulder and arm; her left arm was around my waist pulling me to her, pressing me closer and closer to her. My breasts were so sensitive they ached and deep inside me I could feel the pleasure begin to surge and envelope my whole body. I could feel my vagina go from moist to wet and then I felt that dampness begin to creep onto my inner thighs. A moan began deep in my throat and had to escape, though I tried resist. It was the resistance that heightened the pleasure and so I tensed again as the moan started to rise once more. My pleasure intensified yet again. I felt like my whole body was going to go into spasm. Mom stopped for an instant and took off her nightgown and then began to inch my nightgown up my body and over my head. I rolled onto my back and halfway sat up to help her. The touch of her bare skin against mine, the caress of her breasts against mine, the friction of her thighs against my leg, licked like flames in the fire of my ecstasy. It was becoming unbearable. As she knelt between my parted legs and leaned forward to kiss me again, I saw her hand move between her own legs and I saw her fingers begin to do that delicate dance with her clitoris. Her lips touched mine again and then began to move down my chin, to my throat, to my chest. I could feel her tongue trace little circles on my breasts and barely, oh so barely, brush each of my nipples. Each touch of my nipples was like an electric shock through my body. Her tongue continued down my tummy drawing its script of love down through my pubic hair and down to my vagina. The barest touch of her tongue on my lips set me quivering, and then I felt her tongue dab oh so gently on my clitoris—once, twice, three times and stop; once, twice, three times, and stop. This went on and on—sometimes more pressure, sometimes less; sometimes faster and some times slower; sometimes up and down, sometimes side to side. I felt like I had to explode. And I did—at least my pussy did. I came in a body wracking spasm, the convulsion expelled all of the wetness from my vagina onto my mother’s lips and onto my legs—wave upon wave. And yet she wouldn’t stop. She kept on and kept on with her tongue raising my feelings to incredible heights only to have another orgasm tumble them to rest. And again, and again, and again…… I finally had to ask Mom to stop because I was afraid my heart would stop after the next orgasm. After two more orgasms, she did stop. I lay there feeling the aftershocks recede and feeling that indescribable relaxation consume me. I had never felt anything even remotely like that in my entire life. I intuitively knew then that there wasn’t any man that would ever be able to give me that. I asked Mom if she were all right. She smiled at me as she caressed my cheek, “Dearest, you have given me back feelings tonight that I thought were dead. Feeling you experience your climaxes made me come too, sweetie—with a little help from my hand!” I could see the light in her eyes, a light that hadn’t been there for many years. She seemed transformed; she looked years younger, her skin had smoothed, energy radiated from her, and she smiled that bright smile that illuminated my soul. I felt no shame, no embarrassment, no cause to hide; I felt joy and gratitude that we had shared an experience that was, in a sense, a birth for me and a re-birth for her. I had never felt so close to another human being. Mom and I shared sex many times after that but none were as memorable. But we did find the ability to satisfy each other. She taught me many things about my body that I had only guessed at before. She taught me how to use my body to create a sublime orgasm in her, and in any other woman who would be open to it. After that, men held no sexual interest for me whatsoever. It is interesting how much that puts a woman on a different footing in her relationships with men. I didn’t spurn men; I just didn’t give them any encouragement nor did I give them any hope that I would respond to their advances. I know it frustrated them to see this glorious looking female (and you know I am not being immodest) who wouldn’t give them a tumble. It was amusing to watch them try to puzzle their way through the problem only to find that there was no solution that was going to get them what they wanted. After a while, they would just give up. I suppose I could use this to torture the poor slobs but, you know me, I don’t do it for that reason--that just isn’t my style. I really could care less what they think, or what they think they want, or what they wind up not getting. But that brings me to the Saturday night. Lydia and I were trying to console Lania who was obviously distraught over the fiasco with Dirk. Lydia and I know how to distract any woman who is feeling sorry for herself. You happened to walk in on the middle of that little exercise. I was in the midst of full passion when I became aware that you were in the room. Lania told me later that she had already given you a blowjob (how she can do something like that—and enjoy it—I will never know) and that you were taking a breather when you decided to play with me. At first, I couldn’t imagine what was going on. I knew there were only three of us and I could see that Lydia was still working on Lania as I was working on Lydia and as I was working on myself. All hands were accounted for, so to speak. So, when I felt other hands working with my hands plying the dildo in and out of my pussy, I skipped a beat licking Lydia’s clit and glanced between my legs. There you were! You had a look on your face that was glorious, as if you had just found a bicycle under the Christmas tree. That alone caused my pleasure to surge. There has never been any man who has been able to create that feeling in me and that is separate and apart from sex! You know that I simply adore you. And then you began to work your sexual magic. Oh, my god, Doug! You were simply magnificent. If only I could expect that sex with any man would be as good as sex with you, I might be inclined to try. But I don’t think I will try to find out—I don’t want to risk the disappointment. Sex with Lydia and with our mutual girlfriends is wonderful and our relationship is otherwise enriching. I couldn’t ask for more. I know I have gone on and on but I had to get all of this out on the table. I just wanted you to know how things are with me but, most important, I wanted you to know how much I love you, my favorite brother—my favorite man. I hope I am your favorite sister. Come to think of it, I HAVE TO BE—I am your ONLY sister!!! Erika P.S. Mom has filled me in on some of the goings on you have shared with her in your emails. I hope you don’t mind. I love you and I love her and I know you love both of us. I can’t see how anything that has happened is going to change that. From: "BFD.Internal Affairs.County.gov ” To: "BigBossDA.county.gov" Sent: Tuesday, August 20, 2002 9:44am Subject: Informant Results With respect to your recently initiated investigation, attached is a .doc file that contains exerpts of a verbatim transcript of the conversations that our informant had with the potential suspects. The bulk of the conversation took place Monday, August 19, 2002, between the hours of 6:30 and 10:30. These are people whose voices appear on the tape during this period: Bobbie XXXX (B) Doug XXXX (D) Erika XXXX (E) Lania CCCC (LA) Lydia CCCC (LY) Multiple voices are termed (GP) The first part of the tape contains casual conversation relative to Doug arriving with mother, Bobbie, at the apartment of Erika, who is Bobbie’s daughter--Doug’s sister. Lania and Lydia also appear to be present for most of this discussion. This consisted of general greetings, polite inquiries as to health and prospects, and jocular contention as to the evening’s dining arrangements. The following occurs at the “Maison Argonne” restaurant over pre-dinner cocktails: D: We have to talk about Dirk. LY: Why? What has been going on? E: Yes, what? L: What is it? D: Mom, you remember? I filled you in on this before you left to fly down here but I haven’t told Erika, Lania or Lydia anything about it yet. Like I told Mom, Dirk got me out to lunch with him and Gary Sunday and laid this bullshit story on me about you girls. Essentially he said that Erika and Lania were rigging drug testing to keep some of Lydia’s clients from violating probation. GP: Bullshit! That cocksucker! What the fuck is that asshole trying to do? D: Hang on! Let me tell you. He says that Erika is telling you, Lydia, when your clients are to have their “random” drug test at Consolidated Labs and that the ones that don’t clean up in advance and test dirty are having their lab results changed by Lania who processes the reports from Consolidated. GP: That slimy S.O.B.!! He’s trying to torpedo Lydia! That backstabbing dick licker! LY: I have a problem here. I may have to leave. You said Gary was in on this? I represent him you know. D: I don’t know, Lydia. I don’t think he is in on it; I think he only knows what Dirk is telling him. Besides, it is my understanding that Gary doesn’t have to test since his rap didn’t include drug or alcohol related charges. Am I right? LY: Well, that is public record. I wouldn’t be violating any attorney/client confidence. No, he doesn’t have to test. I think I will just sit here and keep my mouth shut. I certainly have the right to listen to conversation that concerns my practice. D: O.K. Lydia. Anyway, what’s the deal? E: I have NEVER done anything like that! How could he possibly back that up? Lydia and I are scrupulous about not discussing things that go on at work. In fact, I couldn’t even see Gary’s file because my supervisor knew that he was Lydia’s client. The same holds true of any of the other files of people that Lydia represents. Dirk’s just full of shit! LA: (voice muffled—tearful) That bastard! How could he say that? I have never done anything remotely like that. I take the data off the lab slips, input them on the computer, and queue them up for review by the lab tech. They O.K. them and e-mail them to the probation department. D: Lania, what happens to the original lab slips? LA: They get batched and filed in document storage boxes. We have to keep them for seven years. D: So the originals could be checked, right? LA: Yes, but how is that going to help? If the e-mail reports are different, that will just give Dirk’s bullshit story credence! D: Fuck, that’s right! Sorry mom! What the hell…. LY: You know, I don’t think I can comment on this because, well you know, if it hits the fan, I am likely to be knee deep in it but let me do a hypothetical. Let’s just say that someone got access to the computer files of the lab results. Is it possible for that “someone” to alter the lab results? What would the computer record look like? Which files were altered? A situation like that would take some good old investigative leg work. I have to go to the little girls room. You guys talk if you want but it would be a good idea for you to be talking about something else when I get back. (Sounds of someone getting up from the table and walking away) D: O.K. Lania, that may be it. Is there any way Dirk could have hacked into Consolidated’s computers? LA: I don’t know enough about computers to say. I have a password and I can get into the system from home if I have to--I answer e-mails all the time after hours. D: O.K. Lania. Where do you keep your password? How often do you change it? LA: I would change my password once a month just like they want me to and…well, this is embarrassing, I used to write it down and put it in that little case I keep in my purse for my tampons. That was my reminder to change my password every month! As of tomorrow, that changes!!! D: So, Lania? Who else knew about that? LA: Well, nobody! Not Dirk, anyway! NO! Wait a minute! That’s not true. Once, soon after Dirk and I had…well, had gotten….”intimate”, we were at the beach and I started to spot—well flow, actually. I asked him to go to the car and get my purse and to bring it to me as I headed to the ladies bathroom. It was embarrassing so I was in a hurry. He rushed off to the car, got my bag, and was sprinting back when he dropped it. Stuff went all over the place in the sand. I yelled at him to “…just find the tampon case, dammit, and hurry….” E: Oh, shit! LA: Well how was I to know that he didn’t know what it looked like. I mean it is one of those pretty looking ones, tortoise shell, it could have looked like a pen and pencil set to him for all I know. “What does it look like?”, he yelled back.. I yelled back at him “Goddammit! It looks like a ….” I could see him picking things up and opening them as I marched in place in front of the ladies room—my glasses case, my make up bag….then I saw him open up the tampon case. He held it up and waved it at me, “Is it this?” “Yesssss,” I hissed as loud as I could and waved for him to bring it over to me, pronto. Well the password was in the the top of the case. He could have seen it then. D: That’s probably it. The S.O.B. stole your password and fucked with the test reports before they got approved and mailed. E-Mails From the Rim: Oh, Brother! E: But how would he know which ones were Lydia’s? LA: Along with a space to identify the probation officer, the computer form has a space for the subject’s attorney or other contact. He could scan through and find the right ones D: Other contact? Like who? LA: Sometimes it is a doctor, or a psychologist, or a …or a….counselor….Hey! Sometimes, these halfway houses require drug testing as a condition of residence. You know, even if it isn’t through the probation department, those sober living require testing to make sure the guys living there aren’t drinking or using. D: So, he’d know the names of his “clients”, the guys he was working with to place in the various houses and he’d want to make sure that his guys were clean. That would make it easy for them and it would be good for his credibility in that community. His guys would be staying “sober” and wouldn’t be getting kicked out of the house, let along maybe going back to jail. How good is that for him? E: You know what? I’d be willing to bet that if you could pull all the original lab slips and match them to the records you processed and then found all the ones that changed you would find Dirk’s name connected with everyone of them. Lydia’s name might be on there too but Dirk was the guy who had the….how does it go?…the motive, means and opportunity. D: No shit! That is exactly it! So Erika, quick before she comes back…how would one prove that Lydia wasn’t in on it? E: Well, You could also run all of Lydia’s clients who tested there and I’d be willing to bet that a representative number of them flunked their tests. Dirk is a greedy bastard. He would want ALL of his “clients” to pass. Another thing, you could look back to before Lania ever met Dirk and look at those tests. LA: That’s right! You wouldn’t find any bogus reports before that! But what about Dirk saying that I cooperated, that I did it for him because I “loved” him. That could look incriminating. D: Lania, you said that the computer keeps records of the data input? LA: Yes, that is the way I understand it. Anytime one of those documents is processed, even if there aren’t any changes, the person accessing it is recorded, it is “dated/timed”, and stored. It takes up a lot of computer storage space but…well, of course…it preserves the integrity of the documentation process!!! Duh!!! D: Right, Lania! All you would have to prove then is that the documents were handled and changes were made when you weren’t available to do it—sick, on vacation, assigned to a different task. If Dirk is as greedy as I think he is, I would be willing to bet he accessed files that you didn’t work on in the first place and changed those too! E: Lania, don’t worry. We are going to get that asshole! D: Yep, Lania. He’s dogmeat! LY: Hey, guys. You look cheerful. What did I miss? No, NO!! Don’t tell me. Don’t say a word. I don’t want to know. GP: (Laughter) Yeah, Baby!! How about those Yankees? They’re the best….. LY: (Laughing) Yeah, them Yankees…. There is essentially nothing hereafter that is revelatory about the essence of investigation. I believe our informant acquired some insight into this case. In fact, I don’t think I could have outlined a more effective investigation plan. It is my recommendation that we start immediately obtaining subpoenas and warrants to look into the records and practices of Consolidated Labs. Please let me know if you will require further participation from the informant. Respectfully submitted, (E-Signature) E-Mails From The Rim Round Three From: "Doug.xxxx” To: "Bobbie,yyyyyy" Sent: Sunday, August 18, 2002 10:05pm Subject: Sunday hardly a day of rest…. I got your e-mail right after I got home from seeing Dirk/Gary. It will be terrific to have you visiting for a couple of days. And I know Erika will love seeing you too. But do me a favor, mom? Please don’t let on that I have been filling you in on all of the stuff that has been going on. I mean, I would hate to embarrass anyone needlessly. You and I have this special relationship in that regard so that’s cool but….you know. So, tomorrow afternoon? 1:00pm? I will rearrange my appointments so I can be there to get you. But before you pack, let me tell you about the Dirk and Gary visit today. These guys are a trip! I got a call from Dirk at about 11:00am telling me he “HAD” to see me today, that it was very important. I tried to pump him for some information but he said that it was something we could only do in person. I was a little suspicious but I figured I might at least get some information that might help Lydia, if nothing else. I met Dirk and Gary at an outdoor restaurant near the town center. He and Gary ordered some food; I just ordered a cup of coffee. I didn’t want to protract this any longer than was necessary. Gary started in before the food arrived, “Do you have any idea what is going on with Lydia, her sister and your sister?” (I did have a very good idea but I let him continue.) “These broads are involved in scamming the probation department drug testing system!” (That wasn’t my idea of an idea about the girls, for sure! But I let him go on.) “Lydia has a lot of high profile gay and lesbian clients.” He leaned back in his chair and began to pontificate, “Some are entertainers, some sports figures, but all of whom have to do drug/alcohol testing. The testing is supposed to be requested by the probation department at random, at irregular intervals, so that the probationers won’t prepare for the test by cleaning up for a few days or by sliding in a urine sample from a ‘ringer’.” The food arrived. Dirk had a trendy raw vegetable plate—broccoli, leafy spinach, bok choi, with some yellow peppers on it; Gary had a Reuben sandwich—extra dressing. “But it takes some time for the files to be processed. This is where your sister, Erika, comes in handy. She notifies Lydia, as far in advance as she can, upon whom who and when the testing will be done and, this is very important, Erika also designates the “pee lab” to be used for the testing. Naturally, Erika picks Consolidated Labs for all of Lydia’s clients because…duh…Lania works for Consolidated!” Dirk leaned back in his chair with the look of a magician who had just materialized Elvis. “See? It is perfect! All of Lyida’s clients have two shots at coming up clean: One, they cal clean up before hand and, two, Lania can clean up the report in the event one of them tests dirty!” “So? “ I said, “Even if I believed your story, what do you expect me to do about it? You are talking to an ordinary citizen here. And I have absolutely no proof that any of what you say is true. I think you are just trying to drive a wedge into my relationship with my sister and her friends. I think you are talking a lot of bullshit!” “Suit yourself, my friend.” Dirk threw that one out like the patronizing prick he was. “When the shit hits the fan, you can’t say I didn’t tell you. Hmmm….you might even be viewed as an ‘accessory’, knowing what you know now!” I reached into my pocket, pulled out a five-dollar bill, and threw it on the table. “That’s for the coffee and a tip—expensive fucking restaurant you picked! If I have any change coming, mail it to me.” As I walked away, I looked back and saw Gary lean over and give Dirk a kiss on the cheek—or maybe he was whispering something in Dirk’s ear. On my way home, I began to think about that conversation. Why would Dirk be telling me his story? He had to know that I would just ask Lydia, Lania, and Erika if it was true and try to find out what was really happening. The girls would deny it whether or not there was any substance to Dirk’s allegations. Then it dawned on me: Dirk wanted the girls to know that I knew that he thought he had the goods on them for a drug testing scam. He wanted them looking over their shoulders. When I got back to my apartment, I found Lania literally sitting on my doorstep, in the bright sunshine, looking delicious. She was dressed in one of those brightly colored, sleeveless sundresses. She looked like she was sunning herself but, on closer inspection, I could tell she had been crying. Her eyes were red, cheeks mottled red, and she kept snuffling to keep her nose from running. “What’s the matter, sweetie?” I tried to be cheery but I could tell that wasn’t going to take. “Yo-h-h-ooo left so early this morning and you didn’t call ba-h-h-h-ack.” She sobbed, “I got worried and thought you didn’t ca-h-h-h-are!” “Oh, honey! I didn’t have a chance. Let me tell you about this morning, O.K.? Let’s go inside.” I unlocked the door and ushered her inside where it was cool. We sat down on the couch and I put my arm around her. She seemed to calm down a little. “Last night was so good, “ she looked at me with those deep dark eyes, “I just couldn’t get you off my mind. I was worried that you might think I was some kind of slut with all that happened. But you were soooo gooood!” “Sweetie, that is one of reasons I left so quickly this morning.” I had to think fast on this one. “I didn’t want to hang around very long because I didn’t want to take the chance that Erika might get up early. I thought she might be a little embarrassed by seeing me after last night. Anyway, I knew you and I would be seeing each other again soon.” Lania melted into my arms. Her forehead felt so warm as I kissed that I was worried she might have a fever. I suppose the emotion of the day was really putting a lot of stress on her. “Baby? You are burning up! Are you O.K.?” I acted concerned; I WAS concerned. She looked up, “I know. I was sitting out in the sun waiting all that time for you and I have been upset all morning. Besides…” She smiled at me and moved forward to kiss my lips, “YOU make me HOT!” Wow! Now I was getting hot. And, after all of the tension of the morning, I needed a little release myself.” I stood up and raised Lania to her feet and began to pull her sundress up over her head. She raised her arms to help me get her dress off. As I tossed it onto the couch, I noticed Lania wasn’t wearing any bra but was wearing very skimpy bikini panties and very light leather sandals on her feet. Her breasts weren’t huge, perhaps 34B, maybe C, but they were smooth and perfectly formed, firm but with sensuous softness, symmetrical rosebud nipples in the middle of each, and just enough cleavage to encourage me to bury my face between them. Her body was firm with a trim waist and flat tummy. Her panties hugged her body making what they concealed achingly mysterious. The contour of her legs ended in shapely delicate feet, perfectly pedicured, “I’ve got an idea.” I began to guide her toward the hallway. “Let’s cool off a little before we get hot. We don’t want to set the apartment on fire, do we?” I took her into the spare bathroom, the one with the stall shower, and motioned for her to be still. I turned on the water in the shower and let it run while I tested it to make sure that it was cool but just on the edge of warm. I knelt down and began to remove her panties, slowly drawing them down her legs to the floor. As she stepped out of her panties, I gently took the sandals off her feet. I started kissing my way up the front of her body, starting with her right instep, moving up the inside of her right calf, crossing over to her left thigh. I paused to inhale her sweet scent as I passed her pubic hair and moved on up her warm tummy to pause again to kiss each of her breasts. I could feel her breathing deeply as I nibbled my way up her chest toward her neck, and chin, and lips. As I kissed her lips, I could feel a moan beginning to rise in her throat. I held my lips to hers not to stifle the moan but to prolong it. I stepped into the shower with her. The water, though cool, wasn’t cold enough to shock us. It was in fact a very pleasant sensation for me, almost like having cool hands caress me all over. I let the water pour over our heads as I held her close, refreshing us, washing away the gritty tension, soothing us into a state of love. I reached outside the curtain to find a pretty bar of delicately scented soap that I kept there mainly as a decoration but also for any female guests who might want to use it. I turned Lania so her back was facing me and began to lather her body. I started with her shoulders and worked my way down her arms, to her back, to her legs, to her feet. My arms encircled her as I worked my way back up again, lingering at her breasts using the creamy lather massage them. She began to arch her back as I plied my self to the job. Her hands moved down in front of her and I could tell she was massaging her clitoris as I was massaging her breasts. I could feel the subtle quivering of her body as the pleasure began to build in her. “Do me baby!” she whispered over her shoulder. “Do me like last night!” I didn’t need any encouragement. My cock had been rigid since the moment we stepped under the water. I began to turn Lania around to face me when she said, “No, Baby. Do me like Lydia did me!” She leaned forward and placed her left hand against the shower wall for support while she continued to play with her pussy with her right hand. Her fanny moved back toward me as she bent over further. I could see her vagina and her asshole perfectly. I used the soapy lather to massage her fanny working my way deeper and deeper into the crack of her ass. More and more soap made her but sliperier and sliperier as my fingers probed. I felt a little resistance as my finger began to penetrate her asshole but that was accompanied with her sigh of excitement. I could feel her fingers working her pussy as my fingers pressed deeper and deeper into her ass. I managed to insert two fingers began to move them back and forth in rhythm with her manipulation of her pussy. She began to moan, “I want you there, baby! I want your cock there.” I removed my hand and obliged her by pressing my cock against her asshole. I could tell that she could feel that when she said, “Oh Yessss, baby. Do me!” I firmly but gently began to thrust my cock into her. It entered with surprising smoothness; it must have been all of the soap. My hands on her waist felt her body tighten and my cock inside her felt her asshole tighten around it. She held my cock firmly. I began to pump my cock in and out of her ass with long slow strokes. At one point, my cock popped out and I had to re-insert it. That sent shivers down her spine. I continued with long, slow, deep strokes in contrast to the almost frantic, rapid strokes Lania was using on her clitoris. I moved in and out, and in and out, and in and out, until the backs of Lania’s legs began to quiver. Her back arched and she threw her head back and let go a moan deep from within her throat. I felt the vibrations go all through her body. I could even feel them with my cock; it was almost like my cock was a tuning fork. Just as Lania let loose with another orgasmic cry, I shot my load into her ass. I could feel my cock pumping and pumping, spewing lord knows how much semen into her. I kept pumping my cock into her ass as I ejaculated into her; her asshole got slicker and slicker the more of my wad I shot into it. Finally, as it began to soften, my cock just slipped out of her ass. It was too soft to try to put back in. I stood there, breathing heavily, while the waves of pleasure from my orgasm coursed through me, ever diminishing. Lania’s hand began to move ever faster against her clitoris until she cried out in one more orgasmic ecstasy. Then she sank to her knees on the floor of the shower and let the spray of water pour over her head. After a moment, I raised her to her feet, and began to rinse all of her nook and crannies with clear water. She flinched with pleasure when my hand moved between her legs and up the crack of her fanny, touching a couple of sensitive spots as it went. She smiled and kissed my cheek when that happened. “Oh, Baby. You were tooooo goood!” I turned off the water, reached out and pulled a thick terry cloth towel off the rack, and began to dry her off with brisk, massaging strokes. She giggled and cooed. She sucked in her breath with pleasure as I dried off her breasts, rubbing her nipples in the process. I wrapped the towel around her, tucked it in on itself in front, and gave her another kiss on the lips. “Baby, you were toooo goood, too!” Off we went to the bedroom, snuggled up on my bed, and went to sleep. As I write this to you, she is still sleeping the sleep of a sexually satisfied woman. See you tomorrow, Mom. From: "Guido VVVVV ” To: "Dirk SSSSS" Sent: Sunday, August 18, 2002 12:07pm Subject: Surveillance Assignment: Doug XXXXX Pursuant to your instructions, I took advantage of the occasion of the subject’s absence from his apartment today, during which he visited with you and your associate, to install several surveillance devices on the premises of the subject’s apartment. I was able to cover three zones in the subject’s apartment with audio and video recording devices: the living room, the main bedroom, and the second (spare) bedroom. I used micro-cameras with lenses that are about the diameter of a soda straw. While there are smaller cameras available, I believe that the ones being used provide clearer, distortion free images over a wider field of view. These are state of the art, self-contained cameras that wirelessly transmit digital images to the computer in my van where they are stored on the hard drive. There is a “resting frame rate” (1 frame/5 seconds) but all of the cameras have motion sensors that will trigger an increased frame rate (5/second) that will create smooth video images. Because of the limited capabilities of my remote computer, real time cinematic viewing of the increased frame rate is not be possible. These cameras were installed as follows: in the cable television converter box in the living room, permitting a unobstructed view of the main conversation area; in the ceiling vent of spare bedroom which affords coverage of practically the entire room; and in the smoke alarm housing of the main bedroom, again allowing a view of practically the entire room. There are several listening devices about each room, collar button sized, and placed in strategic locations. These are also wireless and the sound recording tracks are electronically synchronized with the recorded images of the micro-cameras. There is “noise” link that will activate the increased video frame rate in the event there is sound without motion sufficient to be detected by the micro-cameras. I have arranged for my surveillance van to be monitored at regular intervals for the three day period you specified, commencing at 6:00pm Sunday August 18, 2002 and terminating at 6:00pm on Wednesday, August 21, 2002. This will include an inspection of down loaded images and a e-mail report to you as to their content. If you have any questions about my execution of this assignment, please call me on my cel-phone (xxx)555-xxxx. Guido VVVVV VVV Investigations From: "Guido VVVVV ” To: "Dirk SSSSS" Sent: Sunday, August 18, 2002 9:00pm Subject: Surveillance Assignment: Doug XXXXX I inspected the first series of video images captured in connection with this assignment. Unfortunately there was no accompanying audio due to the fact that the audio receiver in the van was not properly tuned to the transmitting frequency. That has been rectified and a spot check has verified that audio is now being transmitted, received, and recorded. The first video showed clear images. There was no movement until 2:05pm when the subject and a female companion entered the apartment. They sat down on the couch and conversed for a few minutes—audio not available. After they arose from the couch, the subject removed his female companion’s dress—she was not wearing a bra but was wearing panties—and escorted her down toward the hallway. I can only presume that the subject and his female companion both went into the spare bathroom off the hallway. I deduce this because there was no movement detected in the cameras in either bedroom but there seemed to be sufficient audio input to allow the cameras to record at the increased frame rate for about 35 minutes. At 2:44pm the camera in the main bedroom picked up movement and began recording at an increased frame rate. It showed the subject—naked--and his female companion--clad in a bathrobe-- move to the bed, pull down the covers, recline in each others arms and go to sleep. Images of the sleeping couple persisted until 8:42pm at which time the subject carefully arose, without speaking to or awakening his female companion, and left the bedroom. At 8:44pm the audio detected sound coming from the dining area of the subject’s apartment. The sound seemed to be that of data entry on a computer keyboard. The noise was sufficient to activate the increased frame rate on the living room camera but, since the dining area is outside of the field of view of the living room camera, images of the subject were not captured. A further report will be made after our 6:00am examination of the recording devices. Guido VVVVV VVV Investigations From: "Guido VVVVV ” To: "Dirk SSSSS" Sent: Monday, August 19, 2002 6:15am Subject: Surveillance Assignment: Doug XXXXX I examined the video and audio capture for the period from 9:00pm to 6:00am. From 9:00 pm until 10:14pm the subject continued his activity at his computer. Thereafter audio capture indicated that the subject spent some time in the kitchen preparing food. 10:33pm the subject entered the main bedroom with a tray on which was a plate with several small sandwiches and two glasses of something to drink—presumably a soft drink as I am told the subject does not drink alcohol. I will not transcribe the audio capture as there did not appear to be anything of significance. The upshot of the conversation was that the subject and his female companion had a satisfactory sexual experience earlier. Phrases such as, “You were wonderful.” and “That was delicious.” were heard. One sentence which bears verbatim examination was by the subject to his female companion, “I don’t want to spoil the mood tonight but there is something we need to talk about tomorrow.” Nothing further was said in this regard. The subject and his female companion consumed the light meal that the subject had prepared, embraced and again fell asleep. No further activity, other than the slumbering of the subject and his female companion, was observed—as of this writing Guido VVVVV VVV Investigations. From: "Guido VVVVV ” To: "Dirk SSSSS" Sent: Monday, August 19, 2002 12:02pm Subject: Surveillance Assignment: Doug XXXXX At 7:08 the subject awoke, and in turn awakened his female companion. Each proceeded out of the bedroom into the hallway. Two minutes later, the female companion appeared on the living room cam, donned the dress that was laying on the couch, quickly kissed the subject who was following close behind, and left the apartment in an obvious hurry. Significant audio capture of this event was, “I’m late for work. I love you. Call me later.” Nothing of consequence occurred thereafter. The subject was heard to be preparing coffee in his kitchen and proceeding with same to his bedroom where he groomed himself for work. He left his apartment at 8:18am E-Mails From The Rim Round Three I will make a further report after my scheduled 6:00pm review. Guido VVVVV VVV Investigations From: "Guido VVVVV ” To: "Dirk SSSSS" Sent: Monday, August 19, 2002 6:09pm Subject: Surveillance Assignment: Doug XXXXX From 12:00 noon until 2:17pm there was no activity to report from the subject’s premises. At 2:17pm the subject appeared in front of the living room camera carrying a suitcase and talking over his shoulder to a female companion. This female was not the same one that was in the subject’s apartment this morning. This woman appeared to be older, in her 50’s with blonde or gray hair. Judging from the landmarks in the living room, this woman looked to be about 5’2” tall and in the range of 130lbs. We later discovered that person was the subject’s mother who had come to visit her son. The subject announced that he was going to “…set you up in the spare bedroom…” and then proceeded to appear on the camera in that room, depositing the suitcase at the foot of the bed. And then the subject was heard to say. “You must be tired. Why don’t you take a little nap before we go to dinner. We are going to meet Erika at 6:30 at her place.” At 2:33 the female, the mother, entered the spare bedroom, removed her sandals, levis, and blouse. She carefully folded her clothes, laid them on the dresser then proceeded to lie down on the bed on her back wearing only her bra and panties. At the same time, the cam in the main bedroom captured the subject reclining, fully clothed on his bed. The following sequence took place from 3:38pm to 4:09pm. It is all in “high frame rate” video with generally clear audio. I will give a running description interspersed with verbatim audio bites. Main bedroom cam shows the subject arising from his nap. He leaves the bedroom . The next activity is seen in the spare bedroom cam. The female subject is still on her back but her left hand is behind her head and right hand is in underneath her panties apparently engaged in masturbation. Male subject voice from the hallway (muffled by the closed door): “Mom? Rise and shine. We need to get ready.” (A pause) “Mom?” Female subject: “O.K., son. I’m getting ready.” (audio captures a low female laugh) “You can come in if you want.” The door opens and male subject (MS) comes into view. Female subject (FS) continues to massage herself with her right hand under her panties. MS: “Mom! What are you up to?” FS: “I was thinking about that e-mail you sent me. You know, the one about Gary? It got me hot. What can I say?” (Musical female giggle) MS: “Geez mom! You’re getting that hot just thinking about it?” FS: “Oh yes, sonny boy! I can just visualize it all happening right here in this very place.” MS: (Inaudible—followed by loud exhale.) FS: “It’s cool man. Don’t worry. You ain’t bother’n me at all.” (Louder musical female chuckle) “Isn’t that what you said he said?” MS: “Yes, mother! That was it exactly!” FS: “Oh yes! Oh yes! It is soooo good.” (FS massages herself more vigorously as her panties slip down on her abdomen revealing the top edge of her pubic hair. Her left hand moves her bra down exposing her right breast and begins tweaking the nipple between her thumb and index finger. Her body begins to writhe because of her ministrations to herself.) FS: “It looks like you are enjoying it, dude!” (Again a female giggle followed by a sensuous throaty sound.) MS: “Oh yes, Mom. You are still pretty sexy—brings back memories.” (FS stops her masturbation, gets off bed, stands and turns to face MS. She begins to kneel as she says.) FS: “Yes, baby. Memories. Such sweet memories. Let me see that cock of yours again.” (FS is on her knees now, reaches out and unzips MS pants, puts her hand into the opening and pulls out FS cock which has clearly become erect.) FS: “Mmmmm, baby. You look ‘tense’. Let me suck that for you.” (FS leans forward and covers MS penis with her mouth and begins to move her head back and forth. FS can be heard making licking and swallowing noises punctuated by a low volume throaty moans.) (Note: the camera angle is virtually looking down on the top of FS head; MS is leaning back somewhat so there is a fairly good capture of the details of FS treatment of MS) (FS head moves back and forth with increasing rapidity. Finally, FS releases MS penis from her mouth, leans back and begins stroking MS penis with her hand, all the while gazing intently at it. MS ejaculates large quantities of semen onto FS face and chest. The resolution is good enough to catch the thick, white cum as it drips down FS chest. FS finishes stroking MS cock, scoops up cum on her right index finger and spoons it into her mouth.) FS: “Hmmmmm, Yummmmm. Baby boy, you taste delicious. Kiss me!” (FS stands abruptly, and kisses MS on the lips. This is a long, lingering kiss and, though the video doesn’t capture this nuance, one can only suppose that tongues are being shared between FS and MS.) MS: “Mom, you are fantastic! Oh, how I have missed that! Here, sit on the bed, mom.” (FS moves back to the bed and sits down. MS follows her, kneels down and slides FS panties down FS legs. FS leans back with her hands behind her, resting on her palms. MS slowly parts FS legs, raises her feet to rest on MS shoulders, and leans forward and begins to perform cunnilingus on FS. He begins slowly but builds up the frequency of the oscillations of his head—and presumably—his tongue. Then he stops abruptly, pauses momentarily, and begins to bob his head back and forth again. This cycle is repeated fifteen or twenty times over the next few minutes. The audio captures indecipherable moans coming from FS who is now beginning to move her entire body in time with MS cadence. It speeds up and slows down; speeds up and slows down. Finally, FS cries out—unquestionably in the grips of an orgasm—and falls back onto the bed. MS does not desist. He continues applying himself to his task. {Note; Though no expert, my perception was that FS experienced three—perhaps four—separate orgasms} At length, FS reaches her hands out and places them on top of MS head, stopping his movements.) FS: “Baby, Baby, Baby. Ooooooh. Enough! Take pity on poor old mom! Easy, Easy Easy….we need to stop or I’ll be too raw to do anything.” MS: “O.K. It is just that, once I get started, it is hard for me to stop. And it wasn’t like you weren’t enjoying it!” FS: “I know, I know. But we will have more time during my visit to have fun. Let’s get cleaned up to go to dinner.” MS: “You’re on. Let’s go!” (MS arose and departed the spare bedroom. FS also got up and dried her privates off with her panties. She got a clean pair from her suitcase, put them on, and proceeded to dress again in her levis, blouse, and sandals.) (MS returned to his bedroom, went into the master bathroom momentarily, then returned to the spare bedroom to pick up FS.) MS: “C’mon. I’ll show you a little of the town on the way over to Erika’s.” (Video capture showed MS and FS leaving the apartment. Frame rate returned to the "resting frame rate” mode at 4:28pm.) Guido VVVVV VVV Investigations E-Mails From The Rim I pulled up to the restaurant a little before 7:00pm, let the valet park my car, and went into the bar looking for the girls. They weren’t there yet. I ordered up a Perrier and began looking around—hey, force of habit. Who knows? I might see something really interesting and blow the girls off. Imagine having to deal with three of them at once and one of them is my sister! Who was I kidding? Getting a chance to meet Lydia was worth it. Nothing going on at all! I checked with the “maitre d’ “ who told me that our reservation was for 7:30 and just then they rolled in. I recognized Erika first—of course. My little sister looked like your quintessential high school cheerleader, blonde, bouncy, big smile, twittering away a mile a minute about—well about just everything. I spotted Lania on Erika’s right. I had remembered Lania as being good looking but in a subdued sense—quiet, almost shy. Then again I hadn’t seen her when she was all dressed up and out on the town. She had that Sandra Bullock look—tallish, slender, very smooth, very tan--very nice! But there was Lydia! Ooooh! Ten megawatt Lydia! She was shorter than her sister and, a little rounder, with short hair (a page-boy cut, I guess), and those flashing eyes, and that incandescent smile and that talent for getting people to focus on her—something that served her well in the courtroom, I am sure. She was something! We wound up sitting in one of those private booths. I got stuck in the corner, directly across from Erika, with Lania sitting next to me across from her sister. I would have liked to be sitting across from Lydia so I could make my moves without having to talk across a conversation between Lania and Erika. Oh Well! Life is like that. The girls were in good form. I don’t know if they got a head start on the evening or if there was some female synchronicity but they were all chatty and funny and vivacious—even the supposedly subdued Lania. They each had a drink before dinner while I finished off my Perrier. And they got a little sillier. Erika snuggled up to Lydia and told her she’d light her cigarette for her if only the restaurant allowed smoking. Lydia laughed and blushed—honest to god blushed. Lania chimed in, “Light her cigarette? Light her fire? You sure don’t want to leave that to your brother?” They all collapsed into a pool of near-tears laughter. I didn’t know what was so funny. It is terrible being triple teamed by three women who are in the know. I was beginning to feel like the odd man out, which was exactly why I didn’t think this arrangement was such a good one to begin with. I tried to make some conversation with Lania while Erika and Lydia tried to exorcise their giggling demons. Funny, I hadn’t really thought about Lydia as a giggler--rather out of character for a counselor at law. Anyway, I started asking Lania about her and Dirk. This girl was in love! I could tell it the moment I mentioned Dirk’s name. She absolutely glowed when she talked about him. Dirk this and Dirk that; Dirk did this and Dirk said that. Man! She had it bad. I was sincere in my questions but Erika and Lydia sat across the table fawning and mugging at each other in an exaggerated imitation of how they thought Lania was behaving about Dirk. I felt a little bad for Lania. We ordered dinner and wine with dinner. The girls joked that, since I wasn’t drinking, there would be an extra glass for each of them. I ordered a lobster tail and a filet mignon. If they were going to subject me to this ordeal, I was going to get my money’s worth. Things calmed down a little when the meal came. I think the wine mellowed the ladies out somewhat. And, of course, the food was excellent well worth the devotion of some solemn attention. Lydia ordered scampi and Erika ordered a lemon and garlic chicken dish. Lydia sampled some of Erika’s dish and Erika sampled some of Lydia’s. To be precise, Lydia fed Erika bits of her scampi and Erika fed Lydia some of her chicken while they cooed about the chef’s wonderful technique. Lania just ordered a salad, a chicken Caesar salad but with out he creamy Caesar dressing. She said she preferred the lighter raspberry vinaigrette. She picked away at her food while the rest of us ate lustily. I asked her if she was feeling O.K. and she said she was all right it was just that she would have liked to have Dirk at dinner with her. The topic of conversation turned to Gary. All three of the girls knew him. It seems that Gary was an organizer of a splinter group of the Gay Rights movement. Lydia had represented him in the case that wound him up in prison, Lania knew him through Lydia and Dirk, and Erika had met him through Lydia, too. They all thought very highly of him as being a man of principle. There was much that Lydia couldn’t say because she had represented him—attorney/client privilege, you know. Erika said that Gary’s probation file was lodged in her office but she couldn’t handle it personally because of her association with Lydia. I wasn’t quite clear as to why that might be. The ladies each had a couple of cognac’s after dinner and they regained their jocularity along with it. They ceremoniously paid the bill--a large one--dividing the charges among their three credit cards, as only women are wont to do. I am sure they split things down to the mil, too. We had taken a long time with dinner. It was almost 11:00 when we walked out of the restaurant. As we stood waiting for the valet to deliver our cars, we tried to decide about where to go next. Things were beginning to wear on me; I was ready to go home. The thought of nightclubbing with these three didn’t seem like a great prospect. I suggested we just go to my place schmooze. Maybe I would have a better chance at cornering Lydia there rather than trying to compete with loud music in the clubs and two other women. Much to my surprise they all agreed! O.K.!! “Let’s go.” I said as the valet drove my car up. I opened the passenger door and motioned for Lydia to get in. “Hey, Lania! Why don’t you ride with the guest of honor?” Lydia chimed in, “I’ll ride over with Erika.” Lania agreed—and I couldn’t get Lydia or Erika to agree otherwise. On the way over to my place Lania again seemed to be a little subdued. “You O.K.?” I asked her. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” As she responded, her lip was almost quivering. “I mean, I feel like I can talk to you.” I waited and she began. “I am worried about Dirk. We have been going together for almost a year now. Two months ago he moved in and then things seemed to change. I really think that, since he figured he had me secured, he is out gallivanting around again. You’re a guy. What do you think?” “I really don’t know. I don’t know him at all other than having met him the other day. He seems like a good sort.” I lied on that one. He was unmistakably a rounder but who was I to spring that on his girlfriend. “I am sure it is just getting used to living with someone. That takes a lot of accommodation and time. I’d take it easy and not jump to conclusions right away.” She didn’t seem consoled and we drove the rest of the way to my place in silence. It was almost midnight when we arrived. Lania and I got there first. I walked up the steps and opened the apartment door. I tried to be quiet because I didn’t know if Gary might be there sleeping and I didn’t want to disturb him. I went inside and Lania followed me. I switched on the living room light. That turned out to be a bad move. There, sitting on the couch, was Gary stark naked with his legs apart and his head leaned back in rapture. And between his legs with his back to us, also as naked as naked could be, with his head bobbing up and down on Gary’s prodigious cock was—Dirk!! Lania let out a shriek, “DIRK!!! What is this?” Dirk jumped up and turned around to face us, his tumid but rapidly deflating phallus wagging in front of him. “What are you guys doing here?” he gasped, genuinely shocked. Old Mr. Smoothie was crumbling before my very eyes. At about this time, the door opened behind us and in walked Erika and Lydia. It took them about five seconds to size up the situation and then the both broke down laughing hysterically. Lania was distraught and started to run out the door. I grabbed her by the arm. “Wait a minute, Lania. Let’s see what IS going on here.” In an attempt at modesty, Dirk had grabbed his jockey shorts and slipped them on over his softening prick. Gary just sat there on the couch with his legs crossed and his genitals hanging out savoring the wicked humor of the situation. Lydia managed to blurt out between her peals of laughter, “Gary! You devil! You scored another one!” Gary just smiled. Erika was hanging on Lydia with her arm around Lydia’s neck, with her face buried against Lydia’s shoulder laughing so hard that she was crying. “This calls for a drink!” announced Lydia. “Sorry, Lyd. No booze in this house.” I responded. “I know, I know. Erika told me.” She smirked, “That’s why we stopped and bought this!” She produced a bottle of very, very old cognac and headed toward the kitchen to find some glasses. I still had hold of Lania’s arm so I led her over to the chair and sat her down. “Hang on sweetie.” I said, “I think we are going to get some explanations.” Dirk had retrieved his shirt and slacks and was in the process of putting them on as he addressed his remarks to the group. Old silver tongue Dirk was a good bit more than a little tongue-tied. Lydia had just come back from the kitchen carrying a tray with four coffee mugs on it. “Coffee anyone?” she cooed. “Oh, sorry. No coffee yet-- it’s still brewing. But there’s some cognac in each one of these for anyone who wants it.” “Lydia, you know the story. In fact, you started the whole thing.” Dirk sputtered. “Me?” Lydia shot back, “I was just doing the best for my client, Dirky baby!” “C’mon Lyd. You gotta help me out here.” Dirk pleaded. Lydia set the tray down, and picked up a mug; Erika followed suit and so did Lania. Dirk eyed the fourth mug but decided against it. Lydia tossed down the contents with one swallow; Erika started to nurse hers; and Lania took a couple of sips and then put the mug back on the tray. “O.K., Dirk.” Lydia said affirmatively, “I’ll tell these folks what I know. But the rest is up to you.” “You see, “ She addressed the group, “Gary was one of my friends as well as one of my clients. We knew each other from the activist days at the Gay & Lesbian Center. So, when he screwed up that protest march with the traffic signal snafu, I did the best I could for him in court. He still got three years in prison but I told him I’d make sure he’d get the best chance he could once he got out. “Now, Dirk here is the best in his business. He gets folks into halfway houses and living situations that no one else could swing. He has got political connections coming out his ears, not to mention political aspirations, but all with the straight community. I tried to sweet talk him into working with Gary but he was reluctant because of the notoriety of Gary’s screw up. And it didn’t help that one of the people hurt in Gary’s fiasco was the wife of a city councilman. Gary didn’t want to jeopardize that connection. I tried to explain to Dirk that having pull with the Gay and Lesbian community couldn’t hurt him one little bit politically “And, you know? I couldn’t give Dirk a sexual come on because Dirk knows I am gay.” (Lydia was GAY?!!! Oh Jesus, NO!! How did I miss that one!!) “I knew that Dirk was a cocksman extraordinaire but I suspected that he might also have some bi-sexual tendencies which could work in my favor. You see, I knew Gary and I knew he could charm the jock off of just about any guy, so I arranged for Dirk to visit Gary in prison just before Gary was to be paroled. “It worked! Dirk became infatuated with the “Gary Project” hoping that he might somehow straddle the political fence by establishing ties with the Gay and Lesbian community and that might offset the potential rancor of the city council. “Dirk turned himself inside out to get Gary into the right halfway house, arranged for him to interview with some not notch small companies, and worked on getting Gary references so Gary could rent an apartment. “I didn’t think it would happen exactly this way. I thought Dirk would just be enamored of the cause but, in truth, Dirk became infatuated with Gary himself. I don’t know exactly when Dirk and Gary got down with each other but I am guessing it was a month or so ago—unfortunately after Dirk had moved in with my sister. I hated to see Lania’s happiness jeopardized like that but Gary’s situation was that important.” I glanced over at Lania who was looking pale and shaky. I handed her back her mug of cognac and motioned for her to take a swig. She did and looked a little better for it. “So, there you have it. One thing led to another. Now here we were to witness the blossoming of a beautiful friendship—I give you Gary and Dirk!!” She laughed a little and flounced down on the far end of the couch with more than a little dramatic flourish. While all this was happening, Gary just stood there barefoot in his slacks and unbuttoned dress shirt with his arms folded and his mouth open. It dawned on him that he’d been set up—big time! “So, you bitch, “ he spat at Lydia, “You figured that somehow I’d be worried about getting ‘outed’ by Gary and that would help your cause? You thought you’d have that cinch around my nuts and would twist it so I would do what ever you wanted to help your agenda? “Well let me tell you something, my little dyke, “ he used ‘dyke’ like a jab, “You can take yourself and your blonde bimbo girlfriend over there and lick each other’s clits until they fall off before that happens!” (Blonde bimbo girlfriend? Who? Oh, Shit! He wasn’t talking about Erika, was he? My sister a lesbian? How come I didn’t see THAT ONE coming either? I though back to the scene at the restaurant: Erika and Lydia all huggy, and feely, and feeding each other—Of course!! How could I have missed that one?) While all this was taking place, Gary just sat on the couch—stark naked and smiling. Now I noticed that his hand had moved to his lap and that he was beginning to play with his cock. Man! That takes balls—literally. And you know what? He was starting to get a hard-on!! “Well, I am here to tell you, sweetie pie, “ Dirk continued, “No one is going to threaten to ‘out’ me. And no one is going to be ‘outing’ me either.” Dirk turned to look at Gary. “I am here to tell you that I love that man there. No one is going to ‘out’ anyone. I am going to ‘out’ myself. And my little dyke baby,“ he looked back at Lydia again, “You are going to have your hands full trying to keep my agenda from swamping yours.” “C’mon, lover.” He said to Gary eyeing Gary’s tumescent penis, “Let’s go to bed!” Gary got up from the couch, put his arm around Dirk’s waist, and gave Dirk a kiss on the neck. They moved like a couple dancing toward the hallway and down to the spare bedroom. They closed the door behind them. One can only imagine what happened thereafter. Lydia laughed, got up from the couch and strode into the kitchen. I looked at Lania who was sitting in the chair with her head in her hands and walked over and put my hand on her shoulder. Erika just looked around seeming to be totally befuddled by the situation. It was one of the few times that I ever saw her speechless Lydia swept back into the room carrying the half full bottle of cognac. She popped off the cork and tossed it onto the coffee table then sloshed some more liquor into the coffee mugs. She downed hers in one swallow, looked at Erika and said, “Baby, drink up! We aren’t driving anywhere tonight. Let’s go to bed.” She looked at me, “I am sure after all this, that your brother will let us use his bedroom.” Erika stood up and took Lydia’s hand and gave her a tender kiss on the neck. With that, Lydia took Erika, my sweet little sister, by the hand and led her down the hallway to my bedroom and closed the door behind them. Again, one can only imagine what happened thereafter. I sat down on the couch where Lydia had been and looked over at Lania. She looked up at me and I could see tear stained embarrassment and grief on her face. I patted the couch beside me, motioning her to come over and sit with me. She came over and sat down next to me. She leaned over and put her cheek against my chest. She was still crying and I could feel her tears moistening my shirt as I stroked her dark and shiny hair. “I like that Sandra Bullock look!” I said to myself as we sat there. “I could really get used to it!” Mom, I think you are going to like her, too!!!