Eddie thought it was cool how big tits could look on a large screen TV.  It didn’t hurt that it was a plasma television.  They looked better than real.  Perfect D cups turned into G cups.   God they were monstrous and you could see every jiggle and goose bump on hard pointing nipples.  The chick on the screen had one of the best bouncy racks he had ever seen.  He could have licked the screen if he didn’t think it would ruin the picture.  It had been weeks since he had gotten laid, and even longer if you factored in how long it had been since he had a really great fuck.  Candy, nice rack and all, was nothing to shout about in bed.  The hookers hadn’t done much but take money.  His next rack buddy would have to be better, more creative and excited to be screwing than Candy had been.  Well, he thought, not much of a standard, but he was just getting back in the game.
 

To that end, he had left his online chat software up in hopes that Sara, the Marion the Librarian, submissive, might pop up.  He was going to keep up his hunt for any woman until he was sure he had her nailed down.  She would be a good — what was that new concept he had just learned?  Good…he took a drink from his beer and searched his memory.  All he could think of was “fuck buddy” but that was his male translation.  Nope, wait, he had it, “friends with benefits” that was it.  Damn he liked fuck buddy better.  
 

He lazed through some porn and thought how many freaks there were out there.  People screwing dogs, diaper people, old guys and young girls, well, maybe when he was like sixty he could get behind that one, golden showers, he thought, getting pissed on, Jesus where did these freaks come from?  He clicked on a forced sex site and read one about sisters being raped by family; kinky sure, but understandable to his subconscious.  

From the anonymity of her cyber hacking, Sara, had watched him through the back door connection between their computers and learned more about Eddie’s needs.  It was important to know the proclivities of potential dates.  Eddie’s kinks didn’t strike her as nearly as odd the huge majority of men.  She was glad to see him surf into and quickly out of golden showers sights.  She knew some people who loved it, but still, being peed on was on of the things she couldn’t tolerate, even for the right kind of guy.  Everyone had limits.  This was one of hers.  
 

Like a ton of men, he stopped by a rape site.  This didn’t bother her as it might have some.  Forced sex was something lots of people with her fantasy life could live with.  If that was his worst thing, she could play along, at least it wasn’t as hard to provide for as Nick’s proclivities and hadn’t she really tried to help him get what he wanted?  
 

Nick’s kinks one had hardly been worth all the grief.  Yes, she decided, she could let Eddie have his rape fantasy now and then, as long as she kept control of it.  Control was the key.  She watched him scroll down, her screen perfectly mimicking his.   
 

Just as he was really getting into it, she logged into the chat software and pinged him by typing, “Hey sweet Sir, you around?”

The bing sound from the computer speaker jolted Eddie’s fantasy, he wanted to be pissed, but it was her, the bunny he was hunting.  He would finish jerking off later, right now, it was time to stalk.
 

Eddie exchanged greetings with Sara and then caught up on her day while Eddie watched two women on his big screen pretend to have perfect lesbian sex.  Eddie preferred to watch men and women, so the two women made it was easier for him to concentrate on the online woman he thought of as ‘the innocent one’.  
 

He type-chatted to her and they touched on what should have been the painful topic of Eddie’s widowhood.  He was pleased that the topic seemed to strike a note of compassion in the softhearted girl.  Eddie waited for her to bring it up and she did.  Damn, he thought, I so know chicks.  I am going to own this one.
 

He typed back, “It’s been pretty hard since my wife died.  I feel stranded.”
 

He hit the send button.  Waited a moment and typed quickly, “I have a picture of her.”
 

She typed back, “How long have you been alone?”
 

A strapping, rough, naked man appeared on the television and that grabbed Eddie’s attention.  Eddie missed Sara’s ping the first time.  Sara sent him a buzz and that got him typing, “About a year.  I’m taking a computer class to fill the space, but still, it’s just not OK yet.”
 

The scene on the television has turned to an orgy and Eddie was absorbed by the TV.  The computer pinged and he read, “Have you started?  Well, you know, dating?”
 

Eddie replied, “Dating? No.  I can’t do that to some nice girl.  Who wants to date a broken hearted widower?”
 

Sara eased in on the issue, “Easier on the internet, isn’t it?”
 

Eddie was barely able to focus now that the big dick on television was joined by a larger cocked black man.  He tore his attention back to the cyber dance, “Oh, I have looked, but still, it wouldn’t be fair.”
 

Sara replied, “You should think about starting again.  Your life has to go on.  Doesn’t it?”
 

His typing was slowing, “No one wants a widower.  I don’t know if I could just date for, well, fun.  I can’t even think about sex.  I don’t think any woman would be understanding enough.”
 

He took his hands off the keyboard and actually crossed his fingers to keep them out of his lap and read, “You aren’t giving women much credit.  We’re full of surprises.”
 

Moans flowed from the television sound system and Eddie couldn’t remember setting the system to record.  He typed, “I can’t promise anything.”
 

Eddie’s dick told him it was time to shut this chat down or he was going to have to cyber fuck this chick and it wasn’t the right time yet.
 

On her side of town, Sara could almost feel him drift.  She checked his internet usage and figured he had porn on.  Men could sometimes be so predictable.  She typed, “I can, give me a try.”
 

She laughed at his response when she read it, “Some one at door, will type to you tomorrow, maybe a drink.  OK?”
 

Sara’s face softened with genuine understanding and she said to herself, “Have a good orgasm, Baby.  Soon I will be helping you with that.”  Instead she typed, “Drinks tomorrow then.”

It hardly registered on Eddie that he had just set up his first real date since his wife died.  What did register was that the blonde on the screen had mismatched breasts and what seemed a real appreciating for black cock.  She should get a tit job with what she made in this movie.