He found the coffee store she had emailed about. Claire's Cuppa. It looked cozy, in a corner strip mall-ish kind of way. Spotting her sitting alone at a table in the back, he instantly recognized those wild, dark brown eyes, then the curled-up lip when she smiled. Shock flickered across his face. It was a connection thirty-one years in the making, and now that it was finally happening, Ron's mind went completely blank.
1992 – Hello, Calista
Ron perused the aisles of Sensual Sensations Adult Video Rental Store. This was his usual sanctuary whenever another first date ended badly. If there were women out there who shared his interests, he hadn’t found them. There weren’t a lot of second dates. Of course, Ron’s unabashed passion for hardcore pornography narrowed the dating pool considerably. I know there are chicks who dig porn, Ron told himself. She’s out there somewhere. Someday I’ll find her. At twenty-seven years old, he hadn’t expected it to take this long.
Turning to the new releases aisle, he studied the scores of VHS box covers, looking for something or someone different from the usual fare. Ginger Lynn, Amber Lynn, Porsche Lynn – none of them or any of the other porn queens of the last decade were doing it for him anymore. I need a new Lynn, he joked to himself.
That’s when he saw her. On the cover of Butt Freaks #1; with her gorgeous ass prominently up front, she turned at the waist to stare into the camera – No, to stare into my soul. “Meet New-Cummer Calista!” the cover copy read. Ron immediately grabbed the box. She was breathtaking. Wild, dark brown eyes, lush, full lips in a curled up smile that spoke of uninhibited desire, a cascading pile of dark brown hair. The camera angle didn’t give him a good look at her tits, but Ron just knew that they were as perfect as everything else about her.
“Rental or purchase?” The bored clerk barely looked up from his magazine.
“Purchase.” Ron fumbled for his wallet. Normally, he’d rent a tape for a week before deciding whether or not to shell out the $35 or so to buy it, but this time there was no hesitation. Calista was going to be worth it. He knew it in his heart and felt it in his loins.
And she was. Butt Freaks was followed in rapid succession by Dripping With Desire, Hidden Obsessions, Poor Little Rich Girl and more. Each new release was more nut popping than the last one. Each revealed a new talent that Calista performed masterfully. She took it up the ass, she did missionary, doggy style, cowgirl. She gave amazing head, titty fucked with raw abandon and could 69 with the best of them. And the cumshots! Oh, the cumshots! You could actually see her reaching her climax as the jizz splashed onto her face and into her mouth. Calista was the most perfect fucking machine Ron had ever spilled his seed over. But then…
After a string of fifteen incredible videos in less than a year, Calista disappeared. She’d been off the New Releases shelf at Sensual Sensations for more than six months. Ron was getting desperate. He’d checked the other adult stores in the area. Exotic Erotics, Uncle Filthy’s, Muffs ‘n’ Stuff – none of them had anything new. I hope she’s okay, Ron worried. It would be terrible if something happened to her.
After ten long months, Ron had given up hope. She was nothing but a dream now; a dream he didn’t want to wake up from. Entering Sensual Sensations, he hoped to find someone new, but knew no one else would ever come close.
1994 - Welcome back, Calista
“Hey, your girlfriend’s back,” the video clerk told him. “New releases. Objects of Desire.” Ron’s heart skipped a beat. He hurried over to the new releases aisle. Seeing the VHS box, he first thought the clerk was jerking his chain. That’s not Calista. But then he noticed the wild brown eyes. And there was the smile with the curled up lips. It WAS Calista, but with a whole new look. What had been a pretty nose was now sculpted into a gorgeous little button nose; so much sexier. And those tits! She had gone from about a 34C to at least a 40DD! Major kudos to the cosmetic surgeons! Those gargantuan funbags were objects of desire, indeed! “Forty dollars,” the clerk rang up the sale. Ron plunked down his money and scurried home.
Drawing the drapes, Ron stripped down to just his white gym socks and grabbed his trusty bottle of baby oil. He popped the cassette into his VHS deck and hit play. According to the notes on the box, Calista was scene four. She’d be taking on one of her regular partners, Knobby Long. Ron fast forwarded through the first three scenes. I’ll get to those later, he told himself. Let’s start with the good stuff.
The instant Calista appeared on screen, Ron’s cock went from ready to aching. With her new equipment on full display, she was infinitely more fuck-worthy than she’d ever been before. You could see how turned on Knobby was from the first minute. Usually, she had to fluff him up before the action got heavy. Not this time. Knobby’s knob popped out of his pants like a fighter jet being launched from an aircraft carrier. Calista started working the head right away and it wasn’t long before Knobby was balls deep down her throat.
Ron took it all in, stroking his manhood slowly and deliberately. Don’t cum too fast, he warned himself. You’ve got to last ‘til the end.
Soon, Knobby laid on his back and Calista mounted him, cowgirl style. She maneuvered his thick cock inside her folds, and began sliding up and down on it. Then, she placed her hands on Knobby’s shoulders and leaned forward. As she rode his cock, those giant tits swung back and forth over Knobby’s face like a couple of fleshy wrecking balls. Be careful, Knobby! Ron shouted in his head. If those things hit you, you could be knocked out cold!
The look on Calista’s face was a mix of lust, desire and rapture. It was clear to Ron that this woman was born to be fucked. “Oh, shiiit!” Ron pleaded out loud. “Do that to ME!” He stroked himself harder, in rhythm with Calista’s movements.
Finally, Knobby stood up as Calista kneeled in front of him. As the camera moved in tight, she took his mushroom head into her mouth again and used both hands to stroke the shaft. She slid Knobby’s cock between her tits and pressed them together. They were so big, his dick disappeared in that deep valley. The only thing visible was his knob, which popped in and out at the top. How fucking incredible does that feel? Ron wondered.
He could hear Knobby’s moans and knew he was about to cum. Ron quickened his pace to keep up. In a perfect world, Knobby’s orgasm would trigger his own release and they’d both cum on Calista together.
Within a minute, Knobby began spurting his cream all over Calista’s tits and up under her chin. As it pooled in her cleavage, she reached down with her tongue and lapped it up. Then she used her fingers to wipe up the rest and put that in her mouth too. “Don’t waste it!” she whispered to Knobby. “Feed me! I want all that cum in my mouth, where it belongs! I need to eat it all up!”
Ron groaned as he let out his own massive cum dump, spilling it into his left hand. Then he raised it to his mouth and licked up his own jizz. “Let’s eat together, baby! You and me!” If Ron had adored Calista before this, he now worshipped her.
Over the next four years, Ron purchased three more large video cabinets to hold his constantly growing collection of Calista’s tapes. By Christmas of 1998, she had performed in over one hundred and sixty videos, and Ron had faithfully purchased every one of them. Every new performance was fantastic, better than the last one.
1999 – Where Are You, Calista?
The holidays came and went. Then, just like four years earlier, Calista suddenly disappeared from the new release shelves. Ron asked around online on the Usenet porn aficionados group and the BBS porn lovers forum, but no one had any news.
Some online trolls suggested that she had gotten out of the business, but Ron knew that was ridiculous. Why would someone who loves fucking as much as Calista does just quit? She obviously digs getting her face creamed on camera! She doesn’t just want it, she NEEDS it! He remembered what she’d told Knobby during a threesome with Peter North in Wicked Women. Knobby had just pumped his load onto her tits, but she still needed more. “Get back down there and fuck me while this guy cums in my mouth!” she commanded him. You couldn’t just make up a line like that! Calista would NEVER quit!
But by the end of 2006, after more than seven years without so much as a whisper, Ron's hopes had all but died.
2007 – I’ll Find You, Calista
Like a thunderbolt from the heavens; eight long years later, a new video appeared online. Calista looked a little older, but with some maturity, she was even more beautiful than before. She was paired up with someone Ron hadn’t seen before, Tommy Gunn.
It was a short scene, but what a scene it was! Calista played a MILF schoolteacher, out to seduce her student, Tommy. She wore a short black skirt with soft pink garter and stockings and a white blouse that strained to hold in those massive tits. It was already halfway unbuttoned and it didn’t take long for her to lure Tommy into her cleavage. As the scene progressed, the young student showed his enormous talent for pleasing his teacher, with both his tongue and a very hard cock.
Just as always, Ron could see the unquenchable desire and wanton lust on Calista’s face. I knew she’d be back!, he thought. She really must have missed it!
Calista got down on her knees and took Tommy’s rock solid dick between her lips, sucking him furiously. Tommy moaned loudly and announced he was going to cum.
What happened next would be seared into Ron’s mind forever. As Tommy started cumming in the tight, side-angle close-up, Calista opened her mouth halfway, with Tommy’s hot knob just outside of it. The video went into slow motion as the first shot of thick, white semen hit the top of Calista’s palate and splashed onto her lower lip. One, two, three hard pumps in glorious slow-mo blasted the roof of her mouth and teeth, all spilling back out onto her tongue and over her chin. She put the head back inside and two more big globs overflowed out the sides. Her tongue swirled around his cockhead as several smaller loads added to the mess on her face.
But Tommy wasn’t done yet. Pulling back out, another strong jizz jet shot over that perfect button nose, followed by yet another onto her upper lip. The camera tilted down to see Calista’s enormous tits absolutely drenched with Tommy’s cum.
Ron stood up and let out a long groan. “Oooh, fuuuck!” Stroking his cock furiously, he poured out his own giant load of cum. Sadly, not on Calista’s face, but harmlessly down to the towel he had placed on the floor in front of him. “That was fucking incredible!” he grunted out loud. The greatest cumshot of all time! He thought. No one will ever top that!
He backed up the clip to the start of the cumshot and watched it again. And again. He watched it five times in quick succession until he got hard enough to shoot another load onto the towel.
Ron vowed to himself right there. Calista was back, and he wasn’t going to let her slip away again. He had to find her. But how?
He started by calling Diabolic, the company that had made the video. They told him they never divulged personal information about any of their performers, and that he should basically go fuck himself.
Undeterred, Ron booked a flight to Los Angeles, where he showed up at the Diabolic studio in Chatsworth. Not a smart move. It was considerably less successful than the phone call. Within an hour, he was staring into the face of a sleazy looking lawyer, armed with a restraining order.
With the threat of imprisonment in the mix, Ron slunk back home to work on Plan B.
2013 – Hello… Jessica?
It seemed like a good idea to lie low for a while, so Ron kept himself busy with other Calista-related activities. He had all of his VHS tapes transferred to digital files. He compiled a QuickTime movie of all her greatest cumshots, including her incredible moment with Tommy Gunn, and loaded it onto his phone. Now he had Calista with him no matter where he went. It led to a few awkward moments in the company men’s room, but he learned to be discreet.
After four long years, the restraining order had finally expired and Ron renewed his search, this time with a bit more caution. He hired an investigator who claimed to be a master at finding people, using public records that were now widely available online. Ron grumbled about the cost, but it proved to be worth every penny. Within three weeks, he received the dossier.
SUBJECT: CALISTA - PORNOGRAPHIC ACTRESS
LEGAL NAME: JESSICA LYNN AKRON
DOB: 08/12/1969
HOME TOWN: STILLWATER, OKLAHOMA
Holy shit! He really found her!! Ron couldn’t believe it! Not Ginger, not Amber, not Porsche, but her real name was Lynn! Well, at least her middle name! He kept reading.
“Subject graduated Stillwater HS, May, 1987. Enrolled at Northern Oklahoma Community College, September, 1987. Field of study: Nursing, with an emphasis on care for special needs children. Earned Associate’s Degree, May, 1989.
“Worked at Stillwater School District as a special care assistant from September, 1989 until January, 1992. Dismissed when she was discovered moonlighting as an exotic dancer at Déjà Vu Showgirls in Oklahoma City.
“Moved to Las Vegas, NV, April, 1992. Continued work as an exotic dancer, and made first appearance in a pornographic video (Butt Freaks #1), June, 1992.
“Married James Bristol, aka Knobby Long, December, 1992. Marriage resulted in one child, a daughter, born June, 1993. Divorced, November, 1993.”
This is fucking GOLD! Ron was floored by the amazing details in Calista’s dossier. He couldn’t bring himself to call her Jessica. Jessica was a boring nurse. Calista was a sexual goddess! He realized that the long absence back in ‘93 had been due to her getting knocked up by Knobby. Stupid motherfucker should have worn a rubber.
The dossier also reported that after divorcing Knobby, she’d gotten back into the business and eventually married a well known porn director. He directed her in over one hundred scenes before she again retired from the industry. Ron knew it had to be his choice, not hers. Asshole. Couldn’t stand seeing his wife fuck other guys. She’s too good for that douche! Fuck him!
According to the dossier, Calista (or Jessica, if you must) divorced the porn director in 2007. I knew it! Ron thought. She finally dumped that slimeball so she could get back to her real love… being fucked in every possible hole in front of a camera!
After appearing in six more scenes, she married for a third time in 2008, this time to a building contractor. She had another child, a boy, a year later.
“It appears Ms. Akron has permanently retired from the adult video business.” The report stated. “She is living with her husband and children in North Platte, Nebraska. She currently works as a special care nurse for developmentally disabled children at the North Platte Children’s Hospital.”
NORTH PLATTE!? That was only about a six hour drive from Ron! He briefly considered hopping in his car and heading west, but recalling the incident in LA, he decided that wasn’t a good idea. He would have to have a good, solid plan before doing taking any action.
After thinking it through for several weeks, Ron was ready to make his play. Calista’s - Jessica’s! I have to start calling her Jessica! – Jessica’s birthday was coming up in a week. Ron carefully checked the North Platte Children’s Hospital website. There was no mention of her on any staff lists or contact sheets, but he had to assume she had a company email account.
Just to be safe, Ron created an untraceable burner email account for himself. When August 12th rolled around, he fired off a message to his best guess at reaching her.
TO: JESSICA.AKRON @ nplch . org
HAPPY BIRTHDAY from a longtime admirer!
That was the entire message. Nothing inappropriate, nothing threatening. Even if they could trace him, they couldn’t charge him with anything. Within a minute, the email was flagged as undeliverable. But Ron was only getting started. He tried again, this time adding “lynn” onto the name. Undeliverable.
Ron checked the detective’s report again. He saw that her current husband’s name was Frank Vinson. This time he addressed the email to JESSICA.VINSON. Hitting send for a third time, he waited for it to kick back. After five minutes, he decided it must have worked! Calista would get his greeting!
To celebrate, Ron stripped naked and played back the Calista compilation QuickTime he’d made for his phone. He had a big birthday present to deliver, and it didn’t take long before he supplied the icing for the cake.
But the email went unanswered. Undeterred, he waited a few weeks and tried again.
TO: JESSICA.VINSON @ nplch . org
Happy Labor Day from a longtime admirer!
No response. Ron wasn’t ready to give up.
Happy Halloween from a longtime admirer!
Happy Thanksgiving from a longtime admirer!
Merry Christmas from a longtime admirer!
Happy New Year from a longtime admirer!
She simply wasn’t taking the bait. Ron was feeling very discouraged. Maybe that isn’t really her email, he thought. She wouldn’t just IGNORE me! She’s way too classy for that! After that, he only emailed on her birthday. More for himself than for her.
2021 – The Breakthrough
It had become his personal tradition. Since 2013, every year on the twelfth of August, Ron celebrated Jessica’s birthday with an all-day Calista film festival and marathon masturbation session. He'd invented his own drinking game. Every time Calista swallowed a shot of cum, Ron swallowed a shot of booze. Just after his twelfth shot and just before he passed out on the couch, Ron sent off his annual message.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY from a longtime admirer!
Waking up the next day with a massive hangover, Ron stayed away from the TV, computer and his phone. Any screen that would exacerbate his headache was to be avoided. It wasn’t until well past six o’clock that he opened his phone to check his email. His regular account contained all of the usual spam. Then, as he did every August Thirteenth, he opened his burner account.
HOLY SHIT!! There was a reply!
TO: RON277945 @ skunk . net
Thank you.
That was it. THAT. WAS. ENOUGH!!
HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY!!
Ron knew he had to move cautiously. Calista had probably been dealing with creeps, weirdos and stalkers for as long as she’d been in the industry. That clearly wasn’t him, but he didn’t want her to get the impression it was. He purposely chose not to respond right away. He was ready to play the long game.
He waited three days for his next message.
TO: JESSICA.VINSON @ nplch . org
So happy you finally responded. I’ve been your biggest fan for many years.
This time, he included an image of a beautiful arrangement of roses.
Jessica’s response arrived quickly.
Thank you. They are lovely!
A few minutes later, Ron got another email, from a different account.
If you’re going to contact me again, please use this email. No one at the hospital knows about my past and it would be very bad if they found out.
XXOO
Ron felt his dick hardening. OMG, I’m having a real life conversation with the greatest porn goddess of all time! He responded immediately.
I will do that. But your past is something you should be proud of! You are an amazing woman! Can I ask why, after all these years, you finally replied to my message?
The next day, Jessica sent a long email. She told Ron that she wasn’t proud of her past, but wasn’t ashamed of it either. Difficult life choices had led her down a wicked path. She told him she was happy to have put it behind her, but also that sometimes she missed the wild sex a little bit.
I knew it!, Ron thought.
She told Ron she’d answered his email because he always seemed respectful.
I’ve dealt with so many stalkers in the past, but you were always nice. You knew exactly where to find me, but never showed up here. Never even asked for a meet-up.
That wasn’t entirely true. Three years earlier, Ron had made the six hour drive to North Platte, with the intention of “bumping into” the woman of his dreams. He’d sat in the hospital parking lot for hours, watching the employees come and go, but never saw Jessica. However, the hospital security team definitely saw him. A guard was dispatched to question him and Ron didn’t have a good story ready. He was told to leave and not come back. Knowing they could easily find out what happened in California, Ron took the advice.
Jessica wrote about the sudden turn her life had taken. Frank Vinson had saved her, she said. When her second husband left her alone and penniless, she’d been forced to return to porn. But Frank appeared like a knight in shining armor. He was aware of her past, but accepted her, no strings attached.
I loved him so much! But I lost him to COVID-19. It’s been just over a year, and I miss him terribly! I’m so lonely without him!
Ron knew he should have felt badly for her. But there was only one thought in his head.
She’s available!!
He reviewed everything he’d learned. She’s single. She’s lonely. She misses hot sex. AND SHE CONTACTED ME!!
2023 – The Meeting
The online relationship had stayed online for far too long, largely due to COVID. But at last, that was about to change. When he told her he had business in North Platte next month (a lie), she suggested they get together for coffee at her favorite spot, Claire’s Cuppa.
Ron spent the night at a cheap motel just off Interstate 80. He watched his collection of Calista’s greatest cumshots over and over again, bringing himself off twice. That was impressive, considering he was now nearly sixty years old. Calista had served him well these many years. And tomorrow at 11 a.m. would be the greatest reward for his faithfulness.
He'd been sitting in the parking lot of the corner strip mall since 10:30 a.m. At 10:55, he got Jessica’s text.
Just arrived. Grabbing the table near the back. Can’t wait to meet you!
That was odd. He’d watched the door closely and hadn’t seen her go in. Must be a rear entrance, he decided. She always did love the backdoor!
Popping a tic-tac and checking his hair, Ron entered. He spotted the woman at the back table. A look of shock flickered across his face and his mind went completely blank.
Jessica was NOT what he’d dreamed. The eyes and the curled up smile were still there. But they were on the face of an aging, overweight, extremely FRUMPY woman. The gorgeous cascading pile of dark brown hair had been replaced with a greying pixie cut. She had to be well over two hundred pounds! There was NO WAY this could be the incredible sex goddess Ron had lusted over for more than thirty years!
He was about to make a U-turn and bolt to freedom when he heard her voice.
“Ron… is that you?”
Shit! Trapped! Ron walked over and sat. He offered a handshake, but Jessica leaned in and gave him a big hug. He struggled not to flinch.
“It’s so nice to finally put a face to a name!” she said sweetly. “You’re just as handsome as I imagined!”
“Thanks,” Ron said, without any enthusiasm. “You look… nice, too.”
Jessica grabbed Ron’s hand with a death grip and continued chatting away, making small talk about … he had no idea. He wasn’t hearing her and his mind was racing. I heard a coyote will chew off his own foot to escape a trap. Maybe I could do that…
“Are you alright?” Jessica seemed concerned. “You seem to be a million miles away.”
Ron snapped out of it. “Sorry. It’s just the shock of finally meeting you. And I guess I’m tired from the long drive.”
“Well you’ve come to the right place. Claire makes the best espresso in town. You should try one.”
Blah, blah, blah… Maybe I could fake a heart attack. “That’s a good idea,” he said. I’m going to need a caffeine boost for the drive home.
They chatted for another few minutes before Jessica made a confession. “I’m embarrassed to tell you, but I set up a safety net, in case you turned out to be another creep, just wanting to fuck me. That used to happen all the time.”
No chance that’s happening this time. “I’m not like that,” he managed. Not anymore, anyway.
“Well, any minute now, my daughter’s going to rush in here with some urgent reason I have to go. I feel silly about it now. You’re such a gentleman!”
“Your daughter?” he asked. “Shouldn’t she be in school?”
Jessica laughed. “Seriously?! She’s about to turn thirty next month!”
Ron laughed too. It had just never occurred to him how old Calista – Jessica – had become. His thoughts returned to escape. If I just got up and ran, no way she could catch me…
Just then, someone burst through the front door. “MOM!! Ben had another seizure!! We’ve got to get to the hospital!!”
Once again, a look of complete shock crossed Ron’s face and his mind went blank. Jessica’s daughter was the spitting image of Calista at her most fuckable prime! Like she’d stepped right off the cover of Butt Freaks#1! Eyes, lips, hair, ass… even her tits were almost as big as Calista’s store-bought fakes! THIS was the girl he’d come to meet!
“Relax, honey. False alarm.” Jessica told her goddess of a daughter. “Ron has been very nice! Ron, this is my daughter, Lynnsie.”
Another Lynn who needs to get fucked! “Delighted to meet you!” A suddenly energized Ron pulled over another chair. “Please join us! Can I get you a coffee?” With my own special cream?
“Oh, no!” Lynnsie hesitated. “If mom’s okay, I’ll leave you guys alone.”
“No, I insist! I’m hoping this is just the start of a long relationship!” With YOU, not that old cow! “So, tell me your story… married? Seeing someone special?” Do you suck cock like your mother did?
Ron’s Calista obsession was over. His Lynnsie obsession was just beginning.
