AVON CALLING

Part 1-- Stardog Champion


Despite the fact that she had lived in Chicago for almost 15 years, for
a small town country girl like Ida Morgan, living in a city the size of
Chicago was a daunting daily task. When her husband had accepted the
promotion from the manufacturing company he worked, that neccessitated
the Morgans move from Cedar Rapids to Chi-town, Ida had been far from
crazy about it. With the second of their three children getting ready to
go off and start college at the time back in 1986 however, the family
needed the added income that came with the move.

As Ida looked back 15 years later, she accepted that the move to the big
city had been for the best. After successfully putting all three of
their kids through college, having each of them bare a grandchild
already, and seeing the way her husband, Bruce, had climbed the
corporate ladder, all the way to Vice President, Ida saw the harvested
fruit of their difficult decision a decade and a half earlier.

For Ida, a 55 year old woman with a bachlors degree in marketing that
had never been put to use, after all of her kids grew up and were out of
the house for good, she discovered she had an ungodly amount of time and
energy on her hands. Tiring quickly of the normal social outlets for
rich women her age, Ida thankfully stumbled into an opportunity in 1994,
that would help her build up a glowing sense of  accomplishment as well
as a great way to supplement the couple's retirement fund.

The woman that had been Ida's Avon representitive ever since she had
moved to Chicago, Emily Catchings, had finally decided to cash in her
chips and move to the condo in Florida that her and her husband had
bought. On a lark, Emily had asked Ida one afternoon if she would be
interested in taking over all of her existing accounts.

Thinking Ida had the perfect temperment as well as the right look and
personality to highlight the line of beauty products, Emily was
pleasantly surprised when her friend and customer reluctantly agreed to
give it a try.

Not use to actually having to work on a consistant basis outside the
home, Ida didn't know quite what she had gotten herself into at first.
Once she gained a comfort level with the demands of the job and expanded
her client base however, the money started rolling
in.

>From late '94 to 1998, Ida Morgan's life was a good as it had ever
been. For the first time in her adult life, she felt vital both in and
outside the home. To actually have some spending money of her own was
also a neat diversion as well. 

Having saved up nearly $25,000 for just part time work over those 4
years, Ida and Bruce began making serious plans for their own
retirement.

When Bruce Morgan went for his yearly checkup in late '98 however, the
smooth ride the couple had been on suddenly hit a huge speedbump. Bruce
had been diagnosed with  kidney disease and had to go through a
difficult surgery that forced him to take a early retirement from his
company.

Eventhough they had enough money in the bank to pay the bills and
insurance covered a good deal of the medical expenses, Ida suddenly felt
the need to become the breadwinner in the family while Bruce was ill.

With the money in their retirement fund drying up, Ida dedicated herself
to a fulltime pursuit of her Avon selling to maintain the household
income. Ida went from spending 10-15 hours a week on the job to well
over 40 and sometimes as much as 50 hours a week while Bruce was in and
out of the hospital.

Even when he finally came home to stay, the combination of her husband's
grouchy attitude and the addictive emotional outlet that her own work
gave her, kept Ida Morgan pounding the pavement. The lure of a commision
check that was nearly quadrupile what she was making before she went
full time and the connections that all her new customers provided kept
Ida's head spinning to keep up with all her accounts.

One of her regular customers was a middle aged black woman named Deloris
Franklin, who managed a Burger King that Ida frequently stopped at for
lunch when she was downtown.

Deloris lived in a housing project on the West side of town and over the
years had provided several contacts for Ida's blossoming customer list.
Many of those women that Deloris turned Ida on to were either too poor
to afford a car, many didn't work for various reasons and a few were too
elderly to venture out often.
Deloris often played the role of courior for Ida in getting the products
to several of those ladies and then in turn, getting Ida her money.

There were certain occassions however, when Deloris and Ida couldn't get
their schedules to jive and Ida had to take it upon herself to make a
special visit to deliver merchandise and collect payment in the mostly
black neighborhood.

The last place Ida Morgan thought she'd be servicing while selling Avon
was a low income housing project but most of the people she encountered
were very sweet and Ida was frankly surpsried by how much money that
particular clientele brought in, upwards of about 15 % of her total Avon
income.

The worries about her safety that she, her husband, and many of their
friends had about going into those neighborhoods all turned out to be
unfounded. When she did venture to those places, Ida usually planned it
out to where she would be going on mid mornings when the sun was out and
all the bad people she worried about, in the stereotypical reaches of
her mind, were still in bed sleeping off their hangovers.

There were only a few instances when Ida got as much as an occassional
stare from the men and women that hung around the projects. Eventhough
she did feel like a sore white thumb sticking out on a black hand, Ida
usually walked peacefully on by, holding her tongue and breath as she
went about her business.

____________________________________

For over 30 years, Bruce Morgan had been everything Ida could have hoped
for in a husband and a friend. He had been the best provider, confidant,
lover and supporter Ida could have prayed for when she said "I DO" in
the Summer of '69. Through thick and thin, Ida and Bruce stared down
each obstacle that blocked thier path, together.

When Bruce was confronted with his kidney disease and impending surgery,
Ida knew that it would be just another trial put in front of them by God
that they would eventually overcome.

Three and a half years after Bruce finally came home for good from the
hospital, Ida secretly knew he wasn't the same man she had married. The
combination of self esteem loss that came without having his job along
with diminshed abiltiy to do many of the hobbies he cherished, was a
rough blow for her husband to take.

Even after her change of life, Ida had retained her vitality for
intimacy that mirrored her socially bubbly personality. She completly
understood that the plethora of problems Bruce faced, from the normal
effects of aging to the aftereffects of his surgery, gradually cut into
his interest and stamina in the bedroom. 

As time went on however, Ida could clearly sense that Bruce was giving
up in all phases of his life. While he outwardly supported her new role
as primary breadwinner, she knew he was old fashioned to the end and
could tell his mood worsened every month when it was time to sign the
checks to pay the family's bills.

In the bedroom, Bruce steadily lost interest in pleasing her ,as well as
himself, for that matter until his thrist for sexual gratification was
nearly nonexistant. There were occassional nights when Ida could coax
Bruce into being his old self, but those nights were few and far
between.

Old fashioned to the end as well, Ida never even thought of bringing up
her frustration to Bruce eventhough when she looked into his eyes late
at night, she knew he felt it.

_____________________________________

Ida Morgan sat behind the wheel of her parked Olds Cutlass, checking
herself in the rearview mirror. Ever vain, even in her mid 50's, Ida
patted at her curly, dirty blonde hair and touched up her makeup and
lipstick as she mustered the courage to get out of her car and make the
few quick deliveries she had to the low income housing tenament where
several of her poorer customers lived.

Parked in a glorified vacant lot at the corner of 3rd and Caldwell, Ida
looked out of her driver's side window and saw the fresh remnants of a
party from the night before. Four Old English Malt Liqour bottles,
several discarded roach clips and one gerryrigged crack pipe littered
the pavement causing Ida to click on the denial button in her pysche as
she reminded herself which side of the tracks she was currently on.

"Why in the Hell are you even worrying about making yourself look
presentable?" Ida sarcastic inner voice asked.

"Because you have an image and a product line to sell..that's why," Ida
immediatly answered herself outloud, as she went back to primping her
features.

When her courage of conviction and requisite denial were in place, Ida
gathered the three bags of merchandise she needed, a dozen product
catalouges, locked the car door, checked it twice and then made the two
block walk through Chicago's mean streets to make her deliveries.

With this trip being her 10th such visit into the proverbial heart of
darkness, it had almost become routine for Ida eventhough she was the
only white face, it seemed, for miles around. As the wooden click of her
modest heels echoed off the concrete sidewalk below, Ida successfully
navigated the maze of pedestrians between her and her intended target.

Having been married for over 30 years and raised three children, Ida had
long ago developed the ability to block out irrelevant stimuli and that
talent played a crucial role in dismissing the occassional catcall,
whistle, racist comment, obscene gesture or innuendo as she made her
delivery stops in that neighborhood.

Stepping through the lobby door of the tenament, Ida politly said "thank
you" to the kind gentleman that held the door open for her eventhough
she resisted the temptation to look up make eye contact with him.

Looking at her package list and seeing that her first delivery was up on
the 4th floor, Ida headed for the building stairwell, knowing the
elevator would be out of service as usual.

Ida quickly scooted up the cluttered stairwell, purposefully dodging the
bottles, plastic cups and discarded wads of bubble gum that littered her
path. As she ascended the second floor landing and prepared to make her
way up to  the third, Ida attention was suddenly grabbed by a series of
strange noises coming from her right. With her primal fear of mice
foremost in her mind, Ida's expectation when she turned was that a few
rats were about to come scurrying out of the corner.

What she saw when her eyes finally focused on the cause of the noise, in
the dimlight of the stairway, was the furthest thing from scared mice.

What Ida Morgan did see was the backside of a heavyset young black girl
with long hair as she straddled the waist of a barely visible man in
front of her.

"OOOHHH," Ida wailed in a high pitched shriek of surprise as the reality
of what she had accidentally stumbled upon quickly sunk in.

Suddenly feeling as if she were a rat trapped in the corner, Ida started
to shake noticably as she decided whether to continue her journey
upstairs to make her deliveries or to just retreat back downstairs and
leave the two sexually engaged kids to their tawdry act.

Ida could see the whites of the man's eyes gleam out over the girl's
writhing shoulder and she instantly knew he saw her standing there, 15
feet away. It seemed as if his eyes had trained on her paralysed face as
the hefty girl wrapped around his waist frantically fucked him with her
ample weight.

Ida had seemingly lost track of time as she openly gawked at the lurid
display unfolding in the stairway in front of her. She could clearly see
the young girl's brown miniskirt hiked up all the way to her waist as
her chubby thighs hung out lewdly, shielding Ida's view of the young
man's crotch as the fat black girl crudely smashed her pussy against his
cock.

All Ida could discern of the young man from the waist up was the bandana
that he had tightly wrapped around his head and the two cold focused
eyes that had locked onto hers. Below the waist, Ida could see that the
young man's bulky blue jeans were pulled all the way down to his ankles
and his black hairy legs spread out like two tree trunks from the floor
as he held his back against the wall for support.

The half faceless black stranger's eyes seemed to be inexorably glued to
Ida's as the young black girl thrashed wildly on his jock. Ida felt her
insides experiencing a strange burning sensation as the black man
focused intently on her eventhough his hands were matter of factly
cinched into the girl's asscheeks, holding her tightly against his body
as she mindlessly got herself off.

The fact that all three were in a completly public place while all this
was unfolding was temporarily lost on Ida as she stood there, blatantly
transfixed by the blunt reality of it all. Watching the fat girl's ass
thrusts become more and more frantic, Ida's feminine intuition told her
that the girl was getting ready to succumb to orgasm as the boy she was
throwing herself against firmly held his ground, continuing still to
burn a hole through Ida with his dark orbs.

Finally deciding she had enough room to squeeze by the copulating couple
and continue upstairs, Ida somehow got her feet to move and proceeded to
make a break for it.

Ida's feet felt like blocks of concrete and her queezy stomach turned
crazily as she inched by the crudely disgusting public display of
affection.

The young man's eyes, that were so brazenly locked on Ida's, followed
her as she tried easing by, similiar to the way the eyes of a haunting
picture seem to trace the observer around a room.

Even after she had turned her head and pressed forward up the steps, she
could still feel the heat and the weight of the black man's stare as she
fumbled her feet up to the fourth floor.

When she finally did reach her desired floor, Ida stopped for a moment
to gather her breath and that's when she heard the sound of the girl
below let loose with her orgasm, filling the chamber of the stairwell
with the firecracker like sounds of her overflowing lust. Ida stood
there with her back to the steps for several moments, transfixed by the
sounds of female release rifling around her, visually picturing what it
must have looked like as the chubby black girl allowed her cravings to
spill out against the nameless stud that was providing the dick for her.

Somewhere deep in the pit of Ida's belly, she knew the black stranger
was somehow picturing her as he allowed the slut he was fucking to cum
all over him. When his gruff sounds of ograsm came filtering up the
stairwell a few moments later, Ida sensed her own image was as much a
reason for the kid to cum as the girl wrapped around his waist.

Standing like a statue at the top of the 4th floor landing, Ida couldn't
believe how much she had started to sweat from the combination of
nervous energy and the mad dash upstairs.

After she had gathered herself enough to plan out the rest of her
delivery schedule, Ida picked her three large white Avon bags back up
and breathlessly went about her business.

Once all the deliveries had been made and money collected, Ida
hesitantly descended back down the only way out of the building, down
the same stairway she had come up. To her everlasting gratitude, the
black teenagers that she had encountered on her way up were nowhere to
be found.

Ida cringed noticably when she passed the spot where the two kids had
been hooked up and she swore she could still feel the heat coming off
thier bodies, the smell of thier intermingled sweat and even the sounds
of their flesh colliding as she unsteadily passed by.

Ida hurried out of the building as fast as she politely could, trying
not to let any of that awful sight sink into her memory bank as she
headed to her car to get out of that nieghborhood as quickly as
possible.

Once she was back to the safety of her car, the whole trip home was a
blur for Ida as the seedyness of the projects gave way to the more plush
surroundings of her side of the tracks.

Dragging her paperwork into the house once she arrived, Ida gave her
husband a fleeting peck on the cheek as she passed him working on a
'ship in a bottle' kit on the kitchen table.

"Do you have to work on that right there?" Ida almost asked
sarcastically, wishing Bruce wouldn't clutter up the entire eating area
with his toys.

"How was your day, Honey?" Bruce inquired, without looking up from his
tedious task.

"Fine," Ida curtly replied. "I dropped off a few things..met Renee for
lunch then did a little shopping," Ida added, purposefully leaving out
the fact that she made a business stop in the very neighborhood Bruce
had told her not to venture alone.

Deciding it would be too tough to stand near him for any length of time
without eventually telling him the truth about her day, Ida retreated
upstairs for a relaxing bath to clear her head, desperate to soak off
the day's accummulated weight.

___________________________________

Whether it was the graphic nature of what she had been privy to in the
housing tenament's stairwell or the simple fact that she hadn't had sex
in almost a month, all Ida Morgan could think about for the remainder of
her lazy evening at home was the vague but growing tingling sensation,
nibbling between her thighs.

After a quiet and romantic dinner with Bruce, Ida took the rare
opportunity to bring a bottle of wine up from the cellar. Knowing her
husband was a two glass limit from his doctor, after the day she had
endured, Ida was more than happy to make up his fair share. And as the
liquod courage took effect, making Ida's flirtatious advances clear
enough that Bruce finally did get the message, the twinkle was in both
of their eyes as they went, hand in hand, upstairs to bed.

Later that night, a drunk but fully functioning Ida rested on her back
as her husband gracefully and lovingly used his mouth and hands to
tantalize her entire upper body.

"Ohh..yeaahhh..kisss mmee..ahhh...right there...yesss," Ida whispered,
feeling Bruce's lips cascade over her neck and shoulders. "Go down and
lick my breasts baby...pleasseeee."

Reaching over with her free hand, Ida attempted to grab Bruce's penis
through his flannel pajama bottoms. Just as she snuck her fingers inside
the peehole however, Ida remembered that he was on a medication that
severly limited his ability to maintain an erection.

Rather than trying to fight a losing battle, Ida simply removed her
hand, laid back, and allowed the rest of Bruce's functioning body to
give her the much needed release she had been sorely craving.

Scooting her body up the length of the bed slightly, far enough to give
Bruce clear access to the surprisingly swollen lips of her vagina, Ida
spread her short legs apart far enough so that her husband could sink
his face all the way between her naked thighs.

As soon as Bruce's lips met her pussy, Ida shrieked out loudly and dug
her fingers into her husband's thinning hair. By the time he had driven
his tongue all the way between Ida's nectar laced folds, her bare feet
were swaying uncontrollably, a foot or so above the mattress.

When she felt the front row of Bruce's teeth graze firmly against her
exposed clit, Ida bit down hard on her lower lip to fend off her
inevitable orgasm for as long as possible, determined to enjoy this rare
treat, for as long as she could, as she savored the exploding colors
behind her clenched eyelids.

Tenderly rolling her fingernails around each of Bruce's ears while he
ardently licked his tongue around her perfume scented pubic V, Ida's
mind drifted, like a runaway channel changer, through a million random
images.

As Ida wallowed in the swirling abyss of her sexual pleasure, the
glorious colors shading her mind gradually took shape. The image that
those random bolts of electric light took caused Ida to shiver to the
core. Still, she just couldn't bring herself to repress it.

While Bruce continued his ravenous and relentless oral assault on her
sweet pussy, Ida had mentally taken a step back in time as she guiltily
visualized the lurid and perverse scene she had witnessed earlier in the
day on the steps of the housing complex.

"Why is that in my head?" Ida quizzed herself as her head rocked back
and forth on her double thick pillow.

"UUMMMM," Ida moaned out, causing Bruce to increase his rapid mouth
movements at the same time the mental image of two black teenagers,
savagly fucking each other, filled the reservoir of his wife's spinning
mind.

The more Ida tried not thinking about the carnal display she had
witnessed earlier while running her errands, the more entrenched that
vision became. The fact that her husband's tongue was doing such a
devilishly good job swirling around her most sensitive spots made it
impossible for the 55 year old woman to ignore the equally arousing
sight unfolding behind her mind's eye.

With each passing moment, the clarity of that image developed like a
cheap Polariod picture inside her head. At the same instant Bruce's
tongue was lapping up and down the boiling pink fissure of her slit, Ida
could see the fat black girl from the housing tenament, in her mind,
slamming her weighty body against the stoic stud providing a cock for
her.

Ida could also still feel that young man's dark forebodding eyes on her.
Eventhough she was miles away now, in her own bed and allowing her
husband of over 30 years to ruthlessly lick her pussy, the presense of
that same black kid was just as real in the bedroom at that moment for
Ida, as her husband was between her legs.

Ida did her best to ignore the imagery that spawned her lavishly flowing
secretions but the combination of Bruce's frantically working mouth
along with that haunting memory caused the writhing middle aged woman to
feel as if a grenade had exploded inside her groin, bringing about the
most powerful orgasm she could ever remember having.

Locking Bruce's head between her slim but churning thighs, Ida's pelvis
bucked wildly against her husband's face as her shrill cries of pleasure
echoed like broken glass through the couple's old house.

__________________________________

Bruce and Ida nested in an intertwined heap on their marital bed, each
gasping happily for their breath after the playful interlude. Eventhough
Bruce had difficulty in getting an erection and subsequently, an orgasm
of his own, he still took great pride and solace in being able to help
his wife achieve nirvana.

Laying there, bathing in the most sexually devastating release she could
ever remember, Ida looked up thorugh her blurry blue eyes and saw the
look of pride on her husband's smiling face.

Flexing her hands and feet, trying to get the feeling back in her
extremities, Ida found it difficult to make eye contact with Bruce
because of the filthy thing that wafted through her mind as her orgasm
crested.

"I don't think I could ever explain that to him,"  Ida told herself as
she lovingly rested in her husband's arms.

___________________________________

A few weeks later, while Ida was making one of her awkward trips
downtown to make a few deliveries, Ida noticed she had a package for
Deloris Franklin, the fast food manager that Ida had be-friended, who
also happened to live in that same building.

Ida decided to take Deloris's stuff to her apartment while she was there
rather than making a seperate trip across town the next day, to Burger
King, to give Deloris her perfume and moisterizer.

Double checking the address on Deloris's package, Ida saw that her
friend lived way up on the 8th floor. Ida made the decision to make
Deloris's drop the last stop of her visit before putting her nose down
and climbing the same steps she had witnessed the couple having sex, the
last time she was there.

By the time Ida had finished with her other deliveries and all but Ms.
Franklin's remained, she checked her watch before climbing the last few
flights of stairs just to make sure her friend would be home.

"3:15," Ida told herself." I thinks she gets off every day at 2:30..she
should definatly be home by now."

With that, Ida pressed forward, still paying close attention to look
around every corner of the stairway just so she wouldn't be confronted
with the same vile and disgusting sight as she had a few weeks earlier.

____________________________________

Once she had reached the relative safety of the 8th and top floor of the
apartment complex, Ida marvaled briefly at just cleaner and more orderly
the 'penthouse suites' were compared to the rest of the place, since
most of the long time tenants preferred to be as high up as possible to
avoid the massive amount of comings and goings below.

Walking briskly over to apartment 806, Ida shifted the weight of
Deloris's Avon bag from her right hand to her left so she could knock on
the front door.

The reverburations of Ida's three knocks echoed through the quiet
hallway as she stood there patiently waiting for 30 seconds or so,
hoping Deloris would answer the door.

When Ida didn't hear any shuffling coming from inside the apartment, her
first thought was that Deloris probably hadn't gotten home from work
yet. Checking her watch once more, Ida decided to give the door three
more knocks before calling it a day.

Again, the echoes of her knocks were followed by extended silence. Just
as Ida was about to turn and begin the long walk back downstairs, the
metallic sound of the lock of Deloris Franklin's front door getting
turned caused Ida to freeze.

Putting on her best "Avon Representitive smile" to greet Deloris when
she opened the door, Ida Morgan's expression turned to one of disjointed
shock when the door finally did swing open.

Ida had heard Deloris Franklin talk about her family on occassion but
never anything more than cursory small talk. She vaguely remembered
Deloris saying she had two sons, a 20 year old named Rahim who had been
in and out of trouble with the law for several reasons, and a 18 year
old named Sterling, who was the baby of the family.

Looking straight at the young, shirtless black guy standing in the
doorway, the acid-stained memory of the same eyes that had watched her a
few weeks earlier when she accidentally stumbled upon the sex act on the
complex's steps, were once again trained directly on her.

Too flushed to speak, Ida stammered for what seemed like an eternity
before the man in front of her finally said "You Mom's Avon Lady?"

"Y...Y...Yes..yes I am," Ida slowly replied as if her tongue were
trapped in quicksand. "Is..is..she home?"

"Nah," Deloris's oldest son, Rahim, quickly answered. "She called
earlier..said she might have to work a little late..she'll probably be
home by 3:30 if you want to wait."

Ida turned her arm to check the time. In the process of doing so, she
got to consciously see just how nervous she had become from the way her
entire arm quivered, from her shoulder all the way down to her wrist. It
was gesture that also wasn't lost on the 20 year old man watching her.

"Well..ahhh..maybe..ahhh..maybe I'll catch her at work
tomorrow.....could you..ahh..tell her I stopped by..please...," Ida
mumbled as her eyes darted off in several directions.

"I'd be glad to, Ida...but you're welcome to come inside and wait..I can
give her a call on her cellphone... if you want.... to see if she's on
her way," Rahim politely offered as he stepped aside and waved Ida into
his Mom's apartment.

"I wouldn't..I couldn't..I," Ida started without ever being able to
formulate a coherant sentence.

As hard as she tried, Ida still couldn't make eye contact with the 6
foot 4 inch youngster. If she would have, she would have seen an evil
twinkle in Rahim's eyes that belied his polite and innocent
verbage.

"He remembers you Ida..don't let his kindness fool you...HE REMEMBERS
YOU," a nasty, trembling voice inside Ida's mind correctly warned. 

"Well...I'd hate to miss her if she's on her way..I guess I can wait a
few more minutes," Ida gave in to the offer, in her most demure
Midwestern accent.

Watching the trunk of Rahim's body ease to the side and allow her
entrence to apartment 806, Ida dropped her eyes to the floor and took a
series of tentative steps out of the sanctuary of the 8th floor hallway
and into the Franklin's residence.

Ida immediatly felt the air conditioning embrace her sweaty skin,
causing her to shiver briefly from the instant chill. As soon as she was
comfortably inside, the sound of Rahim closing the door firmly behind
her caused Ida to jump  from surprise and raise her eyes to instinctivly
explore the room. When she finally did look up, what Ida Morgan saw made
her already dizzy head feel as if it was about to black out.


part 2 coming soon.........


