He had red hair-that was all she could ever remember. This time it all started when she was on her way to the office, safe supposedly in the elevated tram that overshot San Francisco. Below, the proles scurried about in search of work, food and shelter. Above, the Lady Caroline and the other tram passengers enjoyed the good life while clucking the ugly look San Francisco had managed to achieve in the nineteen eighties.
Suddenly he was in her compartment, a knife in his hand. "Quiet," he whispered. "Make a sound and I'll cut your fuckin' throat open and watch you bleed, lady."
Her voice froze in her throat. He meant what he said and she felt the first rushes of animal fear wrap greasy fingers around her spine. He motioned to her. "Stand up, bitch. Drop those skirts and turn around." Petrified, she did as she was told. The Lady Caroline-sweet-faced gossip columnist, privy to top social secrets, rich and powerful-bareassed and bending over in the tram compartment. He chuckled behind her. "Sweet sweet ass," he whispered. She knew what he was going to do. She felt the vomit rise in her throat and she turned to look at him, a pleading look in her eyes. No stranger to sex, Lady Caroline had but one taboo-and this was it. "A good buttfuck for you, m' dear," whispered the redhead. The tears welled in her eyes and she felt his hand on her naked rounded hip. He pulled her backwards and she felt his hard hot pole nudge her buttocks. That was when she turned suddenly and tried to let out a scream but he saw it coming and hit her on the jaw with his fist.
"Stupid bitch," he muttered, rubbing sore knuckles as Lady Caroline swallowed fresh blood and gasped for breath. Too strong, she thought, too strong. She felt herself being turned around and this time there was no delicacy as he mounted her from the rear, achieving penetration with his first lunge.
She moaned in pain and attempted to escape the sharp pain in her anus but he grunted again and pressed another few inches in and even though his hand was around her throat she screamed in pain and anguish and he hit her again and again and pumped his thick cock fast and hard into her tight painful hole as she felt her anal muscles tighten in painful spurts around his invading member. She knew she was going to die because she couldn't breathe anymore with his hand cutting off the air and she felt no pleasure at all only pain and degradation because she knew what it would look like in the newspapers when they ran the picture of her body. Her asshole torn open, and all she had worked for all her life-all the chic people she cultivated, all the social graces she had acquired, all the pretty things she had surrounded herself with-it would all be gone in one black and white photograph taken by a nose-picking staff photographer for some greasy street rag of a newspaper which would run with a caption that read: "SOCIALITE FOUND RAPED AND DEAD IN TRAM."
And just as his milky hot juices exploded deep in her ass and she felt herself losing control of her bowels as she blacked out-she woke up, safe and sweaty in her pent-house suite in the Hyatt House.
She rolled a little in her bed thinking the nightcloud of two much alcohol had turned her dreams into a turnip brown fever. She sat up and shook her head from side to side trying to dislodge the six or seven gin martinis from within her skull. Her long black hair was now cut short and looked middle-aged. Her large brown eyes were not tender like the picture in the daily newspaper but rather surrounded by a milk brown lining that hung around the iris. She put her finger on her teeth and swashed it back and forth for some sign of life, there were little if any. She heaved herself out of bed and her large brown tits hung strong on her chest. The wrinkles of middle age could be seen. The sun brown tan of the vacation in the Caribbean had seen to it that any remote sign of whiteness was now a strong brownish tan.
Lady Caroline went into the bathroom and vomited. She felt better afterward. She didn't bother to look at herself in the mirror rather she just pinched the lips of her vulva where it itched and silently complained of the pain in her thighs where Rodney had been thrashing on them all night. She climbed back into bed and pulled the velvet covers over her body and up around her neck. When she woke it would be the first day of 1983 and she would have to be back to work at noon. She slept quickly and deeply without dreaming.
Rodney sunk his fast moving cock deeper into Laural's thumping cunt. She was wiggling like a child with her first ice cream. Rodney smiled at the young thing as she climaxed again and again and was panting in his ear. He pulled his cock out and let her taste the wetness of it and her lips hung on the silvery knob like it was the popsicle of teenage heaven. She mumbled again and again and Rodney withdrew it and sent it deep in her lovely twat. She tried to take his balls in with it but for a girl of sixteen she wasn't ready for 'balls and all.'
Rodney unleashed a long straining jet hot come shot up the hole of heaven and the young girl strained with acceptance and her own climaxes were reeling out. Rodney pinned her legs up high above her head and his target was now afroth with hot dewy come sliding from her magic box down on her ass and onto the sheets. Again he made her suck the remaining drops of fluid from the top of his cock and she sucked them down like the last fresh drops of mountain dew.
He withdrew his cock from the fresh bright face and stood up. He looked at the marvelous creature with the beautiful long golden hair. Her mother had really dropped a good one he thought as he pulled on his pants and zipped up the crowning cock of San Francisco. He brushed his thin black hair back and stood the full six foot three and smiled the long warm smile of many years of practice. Lady Caroline's daughter swooned at the sight of a hard masculine man. He patted her on the head and quietly whispered in her ear.
"If you tell your mother you'll never see me again."
She pulled him closer and begged him not to go. She swore she would never tell and he comforted her by putting his hand on her wet young pussy and stroking the blonde hair with soft repeated strokes. She went clammy in the mind and his kiss was the thing of order and beauty as he left the room and went to pick up her mother at the restaurant where she was waiting for him. He too was looking forward to the new year. And no better way then to break in both mother and daughter to the better things of life.
He reassured Laural he would see her as soon as possible and rang for the chauffeur to take him on his way. The helicopter after landing smoothly on the roof, took Rodney to a private party at the Hyatt club. He met Lady Caroline and they took off on their nightly celebration. She looked cat-like in her pink lace and chiffon ruffles and his quiet easy grace was catalytic with her personality.
First Rodney and Lady Caroline stripped naked and Rodney had his cock sucked by the one of the best cocksuckers in the entertainment world. Lady Caroline's mouth was like a vacuum cleaner with a thousand noisy bees in the cup. She engulfed his majestic seven inch cock and throttled it from side to side as his long thin legs wrapped themselves around her most famous face. She sucked and tugged on his organ until the graces of orgasm were upon him. Then opening her wide purple lips she swallowed a huge mouthful of cum and chopped heavily on his rifle shot cock. After a good half an hour her oral needs were satisfied and he started in on her.
She always took her pussy licking with a pillow and a martini. She laid her head back as Rodney started his tongue loving. Her cunt was beyond imagination. Rodney thought that if he hollered loud into it it might just be possible that he would hear an echo. Lady Caroline was a woman of much taste, passionate taste.
Rodney tucked and flipped his tongue on the fabulous clitoris of Lady Caroline. He had her pink flaps back so that the organ was easy to manipulate. Her long pubic hair reached black and strong between her thighs. Their affair was divine in sexual taste even if they did hate each other. Rodney sucked the black twat till the martini was down and the legs were searing and the pussy juice was trickling out the gaping goodie cup. Lady Caroline moaned and screamed with delicious pleasure, her legs tightening on Rodney's face. He buried his nose in the crack of joy juice and held his breath as the repeated shots of cum juice hissed off his face and tongue.
It was time now for the fucking. His huge cock was gorged with blood and he sent it riveting between her thighs and between her gasps. They had the timing down so that she would get fucked just as her climaxes were building and bursting. Rodney fucked her savagely. His cock like a piston turning the wrinkles of her pussy in upon themselves and reaching deep in the bottomless cunt and causing a series of spasms in the Lady Caroline. When she was exhausted he pulled his wet cock from between her legs and tried to ram it up her ass.
She grabbed him roughly by the balls and he knew once again that this was forbidden territory. She looked at him, her large brown eyes vile with intent.
"You never, hear me, never fuck me there."
He withdrew his cock and stood up. She looked up at him and took his cock to her mouth and sucked him till his knees bent and he drove a faceful of hot sperm full deep into her mouth. Exhausted he lay next to her on the bed. She licked his cock and sucked on his balls and then called the chauffeur to take him away.
Lady Caroline was tired and she would have to be at work at twelve noon. She didn't want to be late. Rodney was gone a little past midnight and the New Year was like another tampon bleed-dropping its way upon her. She cussed him for trying to violate her ass. No man, no man would ever fuck Lady Caroline in the ass, never. It was the one thing, the only thing she was completely turned off by because it was for animals and Lady Caroline was not one of those.
CHAPTER TWO
The tram sped Lady Caroline quickly over the streets of San Francisco. She looked down at the long lines of people waiting for food and clothing. Animals, she thought to herself, as she shook her eyes away from the revolting sight. She picked up the paper which was next to her. She skipped the front page for the news hadn't changed much for her in the past twenty years, only her bank account had changed.
She turned to the women's section and looked at her face in the column entitled: Dear Lady Caroline. She quickly reread all her answers to the personal questions which continually came her way. Stupid questions she thought but also questions which needed answering. She read the one entitled, Love For Sale.
"I have been married now for over fourteen years and my husband has just recently passed away. We had no children and I have no skills or training. I don't want to work and I loved and now miss my sex life most unashamedly. Lately I have taken to selling my body to men for money and pleasure. At times I regret my actions and feel extremely guilty. I don't know what to do. Can you help?
Guilty
Lady Caroline read her answer and laughed to herself. She was indeed the last puritan stronghold in America. She wondered how many women really took her seriously. She didn't wonder long for she knew deep in her heart that everyone of any consequence took Lady Caroline very seriously. If they didn't she would see to it that on one or another social level they would be dropped from important guest lists. Along with writing her most exclusive column, syndicated daily in every American paper, she made up guest lists for all the very private parties. Yes, she was very well respected. She made a note to have the photographer who did the last shooting of her get a bonus. He had done a marvelous job of reinforcing her advancing middleaged beauty. Yes, she would see to it that he got a large bonus.
The tram slowed down as it approached the Regency. She was escorted into her office by two very large men in blue suits. They gave no sign of interest or curiosity but just the signs of service. She looked past them down to the level where the traffic was flowing. She stopped and looked over the bay bridge and then back at the two men. She walked quickly into her office where the mail was brought to her immediately.
The office was plus and self servicing. She took five letters from each of the largest cities in America. She skipped the rural cities for her personal opinions were keenest in the upper middle to rich classes. She beckoned to the two men in blue suits and they came quickly to her side.
"I would like to see both of you inside in about twenty minutes."
Both men bowed to her wishes. She then walked into her private home away from home. There she called her daughter, her photographer, and her lawyer and settled her business in less than five minutes. The next ten minutes she chose letters to answer. She was at the typewriter when she heard the knock. She let the men wait as she typed up her answers into a large manila envelope with the heading Lady Caroline. She then opened her briefcase and deposited enough extra letters for the week. She didn't like coming to work and preferred her Hyatt home to the home of the Regency. She didn't have to look at the barbarians in the Regency's neighborhood.
"You can come in now."
The two men came in and waited at attention. Lady Caroline looked up at them with keen dark eyes. Both men were well over six feet and strikingly handsome. But they always were.
"Good morning boys, I mean men," she hesitated, "I think you are both new here." They nodded. "Well I guess you have been instructed to be of any service to me that I need and it just so happens that there is this aching between my thighs that could use a little attention."
The two men looked at the woman as she stepped out from behind her desk. She removed her dress and stared at the two men. Her lips were wet and her eyes were teeming. She threw her skirt on the floor and walked quickly to the bed in her office. She laid back on the bed and spread her legs apart so that her cunt was up and perched like a sparrow on a pillow. She threw her hair and head back and motioned them over with her hand. The two men moved in her direction.
"Wait, I want you first," she pointed at the larger blond man. "Let me see it."
The man unzipped his blue suit and was naked in front of her, his long cock dropping by her face.
"Very nice very nice indeed." She fondled his cock and tipped the head until it hardened and stretched out. It's a thick cock and sound and long. She motioned for the other man to leave. Before he reached the door she spoke.
"Come back in a half hour, would you please."
The dark -haired man nodded and left. "Now young man, let's see what you can do for me."
She pulled his cock towards her and started to suck on the end. Her long hands went around his waist and pushed his upper body down so that his face is nestled in her fastly lubricating pussy. The man was slow and professional as he began to suck on her tender cunt. His tongue ran quickly from ass to cunt and back again. She had her mouth full of fresh hot cock and she didn't talk when she was eating or engaged in pleasure.
She began to feel the blood of her passion boiling as the young blond man started to manipulate her clitoris and she wrapped her pussy deep in his face, her legs around his strong neck, He picked her tight lovely ass up into the air and kneeling on the bed, had her legs and thighs high in the air. She gasped at the strength of the man and tightened her lips and teeth on his cock, biting into the dick on all sides. He was now pumping his cock faster into her face and her mouth was almost a cunt as she took every inch and let it slide to her tonsils.
She was squirming with delight as she felt the first rush of orgasm squirting from her inner wall and her mind caught on fire. She ripped at the man's strong thighs, trying to get him to come with her. He had been hired not to. He sucked on her orifice, black pubic hairs swallowed with the creamy juices. He laid her down and mounted her, his long rigid cock penetrating her fast moving thighs.
She reached under him and grabbed his balls and held them in her hand, manipulating them with each strong deep thrust. The young blond was putting everything into it and was searing out her womb. He licked her tongue which was sticking long and hard from her mouth and looking into her beautiful face he saw the demon of passion swelling in her. Her legs gripped his sides and his giant cock reamed her cunt till she is panting and coming again and again. Finally he shoots his shot and fills her majestic pussy with hot rich come over and over again.
She was amazed and gasping for breath as the huge cock drives and fucks with abandon, not losing its rigid stance as fluid poured from the end. He pulled the middle of her back and drained himself in her. She heard the knock on the door and looked up.
"Come in, come in quickly."
The other man was in the room and had soon taken the other's place, his cock hard in hand. The blond man rolled over for the new man and he smiled deep in the dark tanned face of Lady Caroline. She felt the end of his cock spread her pink cunt lips and then the first entry of his fat huge cock. Deeper and deeper it plunged until she thought it could go no more. It went further and further and she whimpered in ecstasy as he pushed her thighs apart and high above her head.
The blond man laid next to them on the bed but was heaved off by a strong kick from the new man. Holding Lady Caroline by the ankles he heaved her on his cock. She was gurgling with delight as the cock rocked deep into her jelly munch. He was just aggressive enough for her. She laughed into his eyes and he rode her deep and ecstatically.
She bounced on his cock for a good ten minutes until she was thoroughly exhausted. He felt the twinging in her body and now was the time for him to give her a free full fucking. He laid her on her stomach and entered her cunt from the rear and ground the last few strong strokes deep in her pee-hole. She shakes and bakes him until there is nothing but milk in her closet.
"Oh goddamit fuck my cunt!" she screamed.
The dark -haired man laughed at this and buried his bone to the hilt. His cock, like an all day sucker, fired streams of jism juice into her beautiful twat. Lady Caroline shook her pretty ass and moaned and sobbed in delight. He withdrew his wet cock and stood up. She rolled over and asked him his name. He told her and then she looked at the blond and asked his. The blond answered. She then pointed to the door.
The two men looked at Lady Caroline. They had been told that she was a sex freak and to be prepared. At first they expected a much uglier woman. Lady Caroline was in perfect shape. Her pussy was strong and muscular. Both men smiled at the Lady as they zipped up their blue suits and went to the door.
"Wait a second."
The two men turned around. She looked at them hesitatingly.
"Do you think I am beautiful?"
Both men nodded affirmatively.
"Good, because I think you guys could use a raise."
They slapped each other on the back and bowed to the Lady and left. She picked up her letters, zipped up her dress. So much for a day's work.
Lady Caroline was in a good mood as the tram sped along taking her back to her apartment. The two young men had made her body run with solid blood. She could still feel them all around her and mostly she could still feel them in her, in her where she liked to feel men. Lady Caroline started to daydream as the tram sped on, not knowing that down below her was a man who would make her feel more than any man could or would make her feel ever again.
Below her looking up at the tram and shaking his fist was Charles Patrick Gordon, his large blue eyes filled with hatred and disgust as he watched the tram shooting by. Very soon destiny would play a very large part in the lives of the Lady Caroline and the stranger Gordon, Charles Patrick Gordon.
CHAPTER THREE
RAW DATA-FOR OFFICIAL USE ONLY
Charles Patrick Gordon, age twenty three, occupation worker. Education ninth grade, family separated the age of two, mother clerical and housework, father unknown, two sisters both older, lives at home and supports mother who is now unable to work. Arrested three times for: union strikes, assault on a policeman and failure to surrender to police. Spent two years in the correctional facility at Humblolt, showed amazing degree of sophistication with electrical equipment. Service record, nil, only surviving son and needed to take care of family. Considered to be anti-social and extremely dangerous if incarcerated, almost killed a policeman when told to surrender. Fearless, unpredictable and manic-depressive, drinks and hangs out at a pub on the lower south side, known hangout for terrorists and other anti-social elements. Irish descent, parents immigrated to United States in the early twenties. Has been rumored to be a member of the IRA living in States. Our studies show him to be more of an isolationist rather than a group follower. Good leader, people respect and listen to him. If added information is needed contact Blue Light Four. He has extensive dossier on the above.
Physical Characteristics: six foot four, blue eyes and sandy red-brown hair, moustache and scar across upper right eye, about four inches across. Not believed to be carrying any concealed weapon but if approached do so with caution.
Charles Gordon leaned across the bar at Sparrow's and ordered another drink. He had been drinking heavily since early morning. Usually he was calm when intoxicated but today he was engaging in several conversations at once.
"I saw that fucking tram today speeding across the clear blue sky with that fucking bitch in it. I could imagine her sitting there with her hand on her box thinking about some good things to say to the goodie goodie people out there. What a fucking clown. I'd like to blow that fucking speed box out of the sky."
"Hey take it easy Charles," says the bartender.
"Shit there ain't nobody in here."
"Ya but just take it easy."
Charles Gordon looks away recognizing the wisdom of his long time friend. He turns and looks the bar over. The usual people are there and there are a couple of new faces. The new faces don't look like narcs but then they never do nowadays. Gordon engages a Chinese man in conversation. He is approached from the rear by two men in long brown overcoats.
"You Charles Gordon?"
Gordon turns around.
""Ya, so what?" he laughs at them.
"Well were...."
"You're fucking narcs men, your clothes whisper to the highest heavens."
"We'd like to talk with you."
"What about?"
"About your ill manners."
"Well, now, is that so?"
"Would you step outside?"
"Would you suck my cock?"
The man on the left of Charles tries to hit him around the head but Charles is too fast and he stops the man's blow in mid air and, turning, drives his right hand hard into the man's soft stomach. The other man does hit Charles but not hard enough and he only turns and before the man can get to his gun he's doubled over from a kick to the groin. Gordon grabs both men by the backs of their jackets and runs them towards the door. They both land outside in a heap.
Sparrow, the bartender, takes Gordon around the back of the bar and out the back entrance.
"You'd better get the better part of your ass out of here Charles."
"Ya well I'd like to have another drink."
"Well, I don't think that is too wise but if you'd like here are the keys to my place and you can stay over there, there's a bottle in the fridge and you're welcome to it, I'll be home around ten thirty. I'll tell the cops you're sorry."
"Do that," says Gordon taking the keys. "And thanks Sparrow."
"See you later."
"Say Sparrow, see if you can rustle up some women. Something like Lady Caroline who I can tell my troubles to."
Both men smile wryly and Gordon is off down the alley headed for Sparrow's house. He looks up at the tram speeding along and he's wrought with anger at the sight of the rich golden metallic spaceship with the better bargaining power of the smallest amount of people.
Sparrow is wiping down the bar as the two cops come back in. One is holding a handkerchief to his face and the other is contorted in pain.
"Where'd the sonofabitch go?"
"He went out right after you, said he was going to a movie," says the Chinese man sitting along the bar.
The two cops glare at the man and are quickly out the front door and into their un marked patrol car. The car roars away from the sidewalk and begins to look for Gordon.
Gordon gets to Sparrow's a little after four and settles into a bottle of whiskey. He looks to the bruise on the side of his face where the man has hit him. He lugs his large body up and puts a cold washcloth on the bruise. Holding the washcloth to his head and sipping on a whiskey he falls asleep as Lady Caroline dreams up new answers to the emotional problems of the twentieth century.
Sparrow gets home around eleven with two regulars from the bar. Sparrow is a tall thin man with dark angular features. He gets his name from his face, his nose is sharp and pointed and his eyes are black and evil looking. His looks are attractive to some and repugnant to others. The two women that he has with him aren't caring about looks but more about a different reality. The reality between their legs which needs attention. They wake up Gordon and he pulls the tall red-haired woman in his lap. Sparrow takes out a bottle from his pocket and pours a drink for all. The other woman is short and blonde. She smiled through a fucked drunk haze. She has a split between her teeth and her smile is rather naive.
"Gordon, meet Ruth and Charlotte."
Gordon smiles drunkenly to the two women.
"I'm Ruth," says the red -haired woman in Gordon's lap.
"And I'm Charlotte," says the blonde.
Both women are giggling and making faces at one another as Gordon gets up and goes to the John. They can hear him pissing and they giggle to that too. The redhead is slumped in the chair her legs spread apart. She is pretty and her legs are thin and long. Sparrow looks up her dress at her red pubic hair, she smiles back into his eyes as she sees him staring.
"I hope there ain't no bugs down there," says Sparrow.
"You bastard that's the prettiest pussy you'll ever see." She stands up and pulls her dress up over her waist. Her long legs and rich red pubic hairs are fine indeed. The blonde looks at her and feel a confrontation. She stumbled to her feet and stands along side of Ruth and pulls her skirt up. She has panties on and looks embarrassed at first but begins laughing as Sparrow helps her off with them and gives her fresh blonde pussy a kiss of affection.
Both women are standing with their dresses over their waists as Gordon walks in. He smiles broadly at the women staring at each other's cunts and says, "my, my, my."
Both girls look up at the broad shouldered man who is smiling at them. They are about to move but he walks over to the redhead and helps her with her dress, removing it with soft hands over the top of her head. She smiles at him as she stands naked in front of him. He smiles back at her. The other girl removes her dress too, but she has a bra on. All three look at her tits and bra. Her tits are twice the size of the redhead's as she lets them fall while undoing her bra. Both men and women laugh as the two girls are standing naked.
Gordon kisses the redhead on the lips and sits down in the chair. Sparrow puts a record on and pours another couple of drinks. The girls start to laugh when they feel comfortable with each other and the men are laughing with them. They start to dance together and the drinks and music turn in time to a couple of hours later and Ruth and Gordon are on the sofa with mouths engaged and a cock strong and rigid between Ruth's thighs. Gordon can see Sparrow on the bed with the blonde sucking on her tits as she manipulates his cock to full erection.
There are a lot of giggles and soft sighs and heavy breathing as Gordon mounts his woman and sends his strong cock deeper between her velvet red cherry cunt. She squeezes him hard and brings him home to her. They grind the cock and cunt run till both are heavy and orgasm is filling their brains.
"Fuck me big man, fuck mama well."
Sparrow and Charlotte watch as Gordon's huge cock rampages through the narrow corridors of Ruth's sensuous body. They watch as again and again he holds her and sends his grip deeper into her body. They watch as he explodes his come into the body and deep serious vacuum of her cunt. She squeals in delight as his rod keeps pushing and pumping the white grease of fornication. She pulls him tighter to her and whips his body on her legs around his chest as he gets his mouth where his cock just was.
"They're getting funky," says Charlotte to Sparrow, taking his cock in her mouth and resting her pussy on his face. He peers into her asshole and starts his tongue flicking on her clitoris and she whines an eerie high pitched whine as her mouth goes fast and faster pumping on Sparrow's long hot cock.
Ruth now has Gordon's semi-hard in her mouth and her face is taut with so much cock. She sucks and laps his penis and balls and his tongue fucks her pussy with immense passion. She runs her tongue in his asshole and he does the same. They both hear Charlotte's high pitched violin squeal and look over to their friends.
Charlotte has Sparrow's root all in her throat and her humming is through her nose. He is laughing and licking as he is pumping his gourd deep as it will go. Charlotte is wiggling like a go-go dancer her ass like a watermelon sliding down a slope.
Ruth and Gordon sit up and watch as fluid pours into Charlotte's face dripping out the side of her mouth. She gets a strong mouthful and gives a fine long squirting of her own. They watch as Charlotte sucks the cock dry and teases the balls and asshole. Sparrow licks the slippery blond muff until his face and tongue are tired. He lays his head on the pillow as Charlotte tightens her mouth again on his cock.
Ruth moves between the sitting Gordon and places his long cock in her face and teases the helmet until it is hard. Sparrow looks over from his bed and sees Ruth's head bobbing on Gordon's chord. He also sees her fine red pussy hot between her thighs. He looks at Gordon who is laying back and taking the blow job with immense pleasure. He motions to Charlotte to look at the other couple.
"Look at the sight on the right."
"Want to join them?"
"Hey that sounds great."
Charlotte gets up and so does Sparrow. Sparrow has his cock in hand and directs it to Ruth's back door pussy. Ruth is busy pumping on Gordon's cock and doesn't notice that they have company until she feels a long cock running up her from the rear. She opens her eyes to the pleasure and watches as Charlotte straddles Gordon's face with her blonde thighs.
"Just thought you might like a little company," says Sparrow, running his cock up her pretty red snatch. He starts to pump it to her his cock like a muscial instrument and her pussy like the musical score.
Charlotte has Gordon back on his neck and is creaming in his face as his long tongue etches out a long slow welcoming tongue fuck.
"O fuck and suck that thing honey," screams Charlotte.
The four of them are right into the light of it and there are some hot cocks and pussy flashing everywhere. After every pump job there are more blow jobs and the creeping exhaustion of really getting into your body and its pleasures. Soon both girls are sucking a different cock and both men are laughing and trading asses and cunts.
Both men take their women by the asses and the remaining sexual tension is blown into outerspace as Charlotte turns into a whimpering girl. Sparrow's cock is reaming her asshole with such intensity that her pussy is dripping with every long hard stroke.
Both men tire after an hour or so and the girls switch partners and Charlotte watches as Ruth sucks Sparrow's digit and Ruth watches Charlotte's technique as her mouth tries to find room for Gordon's.
Both girls laugh with each other and try to talk to one another with their mouths full. They finally are fucked out and curl up on the floor next to the men as the morning comes creeping like a stray cat around the corner.
CHAPTER FOUR
Laural stood about four feet eleven in her stocking feet. She had her father's hair coloring and her mother's prominent features. By all standards she was one of the most alluring young girls in America. Her long blonde hair and infectious smile was something to look at when she just happened your way.
Her mother, the Lady Caroline, was proud to have such a beautiful daughter but at the same time was fearful that she should attract too much attention thus taking honey eyes wayward from her. Above all things Lady Caroline was jealous of other women and that included her daughter. She only talked to Laural about success and marriage and the importance of a good man. Laural was usually bored with such talk but gave her mother the benefit of the doubt. Laural was a good natured snot.
Laural was showering when she heard her mother come in. Laural lived apart from her mother, for business reasons, for that was what her mother told her, she could figure for herself that her mother was a woman who wanted her privacy and her men. She didn't want to influence Laural in any of her own sexual proclivities.
Laural rubbed the soap over her blossom tits and down into her pubic wonderland. She felt her strong blonde bush and pushed her hand harder on her clitoris to send the chill of sexuality towards her mind. She hadn't forgotten Rodney and in her mind she supremely fantasized his being there and fucking her where she wanted it.
In many ways Laural was just like her mother. She lathered down and stepped out of the shower and went to meet her.
The Lady Caroline sat down on the sofa and looked through the school papers of her daughter. All the grades where she looked were A's. She was pleased with this sensation. Her daughter wasn't any common idiot. She was less pleased when she saw her daughter coming into the room. She was instantly taken back by the beauty of the girl, she didn't like the idea of her someday being able to procure more men than she herself had in her own lifetime.
"Hello mother, are you feeling well?"
"Yes darling, a light headache but nothing serious."
"Can I get you something?"
"No that's allright, it was just the tram ride and looking at the filth that is now the city."
"You mean the pollution?"
"No, I mean the disgusting people, I could haved sworn that there were people down there who were gesturing ill feelings for me."
"It was probably the tram workers, they have been fighting a union stroke."
"O really? I didn't know anything about a strike."
"Yes, it was in the paper today, I guess a lot of men got laid off."
The Lady Caroline looked at her daughter drying herself off in front of her, she had never shown any inkling of social conscience before and it took the Lady Caroline by surprise. Also taking her by surprise was the immense dislike she was feeling for her very feminine daughter who was flaunting her body in front of her.
Laural had placed her foot on a stool and was flaunting her pink pussy in front of her mother's face. As always when they encountered each other Laural's graceful body was the topic of conversation.
"You haven't had any boys from school over here have you?"
"No mother, why do you ask?"
"Well you're reaching an age when every man would like to fuck that little clit of yours."
Laural was taken back by the rudeness of her mother's voice. She looked up at her and didn't answer. She was thinking of Rodney and her mother together and she just perked a little smile.
"I don't like boys, mother."
"I forgot, you my precious daughter are into the ladies."
"That is not true, I like women but I prefer men, isn't that the appropriate stance?" The Lady Caroline was again taken back by her daughter's spouting personality. Laural was always slyly impudent but never vocally. The Lady Caroline didn't know what to say.
"Well when I think you are ready for men I will see to it that you meet some very nice ones."
"Think they'll want to get into my pants the first night."
"What did you say?"
"I said do you think they'll try and take advantage of me the first night, like all the other boys I meet."
"Well it is only natural for the male to be the aggressor, you can always say no."
"But mother, some of the men I meet rape me with their eyes."
"That's something you read somewhere."
"Yes, you're right again, I was only kidding."
Laural left the room and went in to change. Lady Caroline called Rodney and made a date for the evening. She was to attend a cocktail party for the Count of Atendbil and Rodney would be great for a companion. Ever since her first husband died Lady Caroline was seen with only the best and only at the best places. She was indeed a woman of great taste. She thought about her daughter's indifference to her but let it slide because she didn't really want to go any further with her daughter on any level for she could see that they might be competing for the best and the biggest meat themselves someday.
Little did she know that they both were right now sharing the same lover. Laural came out dressed, finished and ready. She had a date with her regular boyfriend and was anxious to get him alone and show him a few things Rodney had showed her. Her mother kissed her on the forehead and headed back in her chauffeur-driven helicopter to the Hyatt club and a nice sauna. She told the maid to be sure to find out what time Laural came in and then left for home.
Laural waited till her plane was out of sight before she called Steve. She paid the maid off and then brought out the marijuana and pills for the night's party. Steve showed up in about fifteen minutes and he was with Earl and Carmen. Earl was a black cat about twenty and Carmen was an Indian girl about the age of Laural. Steve kissed her heavy on the lips and they all got introduced real mellow like.
Everyone hit it off real well and Laural got the feeling that this was going to be a real good suck-fuck party. She liked black guys too and they always had something real cool to say.
Well when things were going real mellow like, after the first couple of numbers, Laural suggested they go into her room and watch the video-beam on the water bed. Everyone was really keen on the poke and the four youngsters stumbled into Laural's huge second story bedroom.
She turned the video-beam on and a projected picture took over the complete twelve by twelve wall space. She slid in a cassette of a porno flick that Steve had gotten for her and the four of them all dropped a red apiece. Carmen was sucking on Earl's cock and Laural was getting fucked real good by Steve and the night was coming off real well.
They all watched as this real thin blonde was blowing two guys and getting fucked by two more. It was a classic porno scene from the seventies. Carmen started to ream Earl's ass hole with her tongue and Steve and Laural switched positions so that they got in some good ass licking. Bun-hole blues came on the record player and all four of them laughed and dropped another red.
As the night proceeded Laural got fucked in the mouth by Earl and in the cunt by Steve, she jacked Steve off into Carmen's mouth and both Carmen and her took a piss in Steve's mouth. They sucked and fucked and pissed and shook all night, jacking each other off and getting their clits and cocks rocked till they were exhausted.
They were all laying there and the videobeam was stuck in a frame where the female lead was about to take this come shot and the come was suspended in air just about to hit her in the mouth. Laural rolled the scene backwards and forwards and the four of them laughed and giggled themselves till they got rocks in the stomach.
Laural wanted another taste of Earl's cock so she started sucking on the end of his helmet. Well Earl stood up to give her a lot of room and Carmen licked his asshole from behind. Steve was reaming Carmen with his tongue and there were moans of delight and expectation all around.
Laural got Earl righteously hot and his thick cock was singing in her throat faster and faster. He grabbed her hard by the ears and made her swallow everything he had, she loved all and every drop of his fat fluid. She gagged and licked his dick like a piece of soft candy as Carmen licked his ass hole and looked up to see how much come Laural had caught.
Laural was laughing, her blonde hair back and come running from her mouth as Earl stepped back to let Steve in the face of the lovely girl. Steve's cock was hard and upright and sending it slowly into Laural's mouth gave him a hundred thousand reasons for loving her.
With come falling from her mouth she grabbed Steve and brought him deeper into her throat. She sucked his cock like a rubber band into her mouth like a vacuum cleaner. She didn't bother to wipe any come away and Steve sent his choad deep in her throat, unloading a thick wet white satisfying load on top of her face. She pulled his cock out and the white come hit her in the lips and nose and eyes and she jacked it off all over her. Carmen couldn't believe her eyes, Laural was just like the girl in the porno film. Carmen had never taken it in the face and she wanted to now that Laural had. Both men laughed as Carmen kept jacking Steve off trying to get some come in her face. Laural was leaning back between Earl's legs and licking the come over and over trying to get it off her lips and in her mouth. Carmen, dissatisfied with sponging Steve, started passionately on Laural's blonde pussy. She pushed her legs wide apart and began hitting her clit with everything she could until Laural could take now more and gave a good three minutes of intense orgasm into the waiting lips of Carmen.
The guys not wanting to be outdone started to suck each others cocks till they were hard enough for penetration and the girls watched as they sucked on their tools and laughed and sung dirty songs with cocks in their mouths.
The girls helped the guys by licking their asses and pushing their balls further up into the mouth of the other.
"I want it in the ass," said Carmen. "I never had it in the ass and I want it, do you have any vicks or vaporub or jelly?"
Laural looked at her and laughed.
"Ya I got some jelly right here. And I also got some dildos."
"Fantastic."
The girls massaged each other's anuses with jelly and started the dildos to whirring. The boys were still sucking each other's cock, and they paid little attention but rather started to penetrate the fine fibers of their asses with the whirring dildos. Carmen had hers in and her eyes were bright with pleasure/pain. Laural looked excited as she got the first two inches of hers in her pretty rounded bottom. Both girls tucked about four inches of the plastic dildo up their ass and held each other tight pushing the dildos further and deeper. Carmen almost passed out from the pleasure but Laural held her tight and sucked on her mouth and tits.
Laural shook with delight as the full six inches went searing up her ass hole. The two young bunnies were feverishly shaking their asses in time to the music holding on to one another and pushing their anuses further apart.
Carmen was the first to come and she moaned like she had never before. Within a few seconds Laural was with her, groveling on the floor, the dildo rammed up her ass to the hilt, her orgasm flowing down her legs.
"O fuck me, fuck me," Laural screamed.
"OOOOOOOO," moaned Carmen.
The boys were too busy sucking each other's cocks to look to the women groveling on the floor. They were both shaking from side to side. Carmen was the first to take hers out of her ass. Laural watched as the long plastic instrument came all the way out. Carmen sighed and shit on the bed. Her faculties were shot, she was coming, shitting and drooling all at the same time. Laural went between Carmen's thighs and licked her pussy.
"Take mine out of me, Carmen."
Carmen looked dazed and befuddled, she turned the end of the dildo and it started buzzing in Laural's ass hole. The girls hadn't known to turn them on. Laural's neck went limp and her mouth salivated onto Carmen's oriental cunt and her body gave up fluid from every orifice. She was coming like a landlord.
"Oooooo take it out, please."
Carmen bent over and pulled the toy out of Laural's ass hole. Then the two girls fell in a heap on the floor. The picture kept running over and over and the two boys were nearing their own climaxes.
Earl looked down to the girls on the floor as his own mouth was geting sore. He saw the dildos and figured out what was up. He pointed to the floor and Steve quickly understood. They both laughed and bathed in each other's senses. This sure was a grand New Year.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lady Caroline met Rodney at the party. She was looking ecstatic in her black chiffon lace and diamond necklace. The diamond earrings also glittered when she smiled. There was no mistaking Lady Caroline's charm and beauty, she was one of the prime trippers. Miss social conscience of nineteen eighty-one, that was her last really big social award. The thing was, she hadn't surrendered her title in the last two years. They quit giving the award for she had won it now for the past eight years. Yes, she was a very high flying intellect of the future.
Rodney looked good in his black tuxedo. Rodney always looked good. He spent twenty thousand a year on a valet who made sure that Rodney looked good. Twenty thousand was only a snibling to what Lady Caroline spent but to Rodney it wasn't the meat but the motion. The pair together were inseparable or so the society pages assumed. If not once a week then twice a week there was a gossip columnist talking about the whereabouts of the Lady Caroline and her date Rodney Whitefield.
They were the super jets of the eighties. Their parties made the seventies parties look like cream of wheat. If you didn't have eighty thousand in your pocket for spending cash you were a crud or if your mother and father weren't worth between a half a million or above you usually weren't invited to a party like this. Sometimes they would invite the top pop or rock and roll star but that was only for show. To show that they had liberal tastes.
The party went like any other social affair. People of influence met other people of influence. Lady Caroline did the most important introductions. She introduced only the prime meat to the prime meat, and so-so cuts to so-so cuts. She was amazingly adept at picking out prime beef. Rodney smiled and was lauded for his good looks. His ego wasn't extreme it was completely outrageous. He was the prominent of the prominent males at the party. What other male could say that he was the best fuck of a million dollar a month whore. And to some people that was what Lady Caroline was. But that was in the outer edge of the circle. In the inner circle people never spoke of trivia only of the important things; food, sex, and money.
Lady Caroline and Rodney left the party early, they had to catch up on some important fucking. They suggested that the Georgian Mince and her date come with them. The Georgian Mince was a Southern Belle with a mouth and cunt that could lap up more sex than most women could imagine. She was a tall woman of immaculate grace and southern accent. Her face had been in every magazine in the country at one time or another. Her reputation with a cock in her hand was supposedly unmatched. Lady Caroline had for some time wanted to see how clean she really was.
The Georgian Mince and her dazzling date, a young man of noted importance in the movie industry accepted the Lady Caroline's invitation and they would meet at the Ladies penthouse at eleven. Rodney felt a twinge of excitement.
The great Georgian Mince would soon be dangling his cock in her voluptuous mouth and he could think of no better place for it to be. As for her date. Rodney had seen him a dozen times in different movies and was curious as to his ability in bed. The young blond man was extremely good looking and he could see that Lady Caroline wanted a piece of his ass. She never let too many get by her and Rodney envisioned a great fuck and suck session that evening.
He looked again to the Georgian Mince and was stunned by her beauty. The woman was tall, dark and beautiful. Her mouth was as long as a small snake and if her tongue was half that size he would be in for some fancy entertainment. She looked the part of a serpent and Rodney tightened his pants in anticipation. The four of them left together; they were getting along so well.
The conversation was light and fritty in the helicopter. Rodney was getting aquainted with the Mince and Peter the blond was listening to Lady Caroline's fine humanitarian view of the state of life on the planet. Lady Caroline smiled a lot and played her game so well that Rodney couldn't help but admire her.
"Don't you think they should do something for the starving nations?" asked Lady Caroline of Peter.
"Yes, most definitely."
"That's what I think too."
Rodney smiled at the conversation and looked into the hazel black eyes of the Georgian Mince.
"Mr. Rodney, I heard you like women from the South?"
"Yes, I find them very striking."
"And do you find me striking?"
"Yes indeed, extremely striking."
"How nice."
By the end of their conversation the helicopter landed on the lap of Lady Caroline's Hyatt home. The black chauffeur escorted the two couples into the home of the noted columnist. There was drinks for everyone and after a few hours of carefree spiritual residue the art of conversation was lost and the free form lust for cunt and cock was closing in. Inhibitions were flying fast out the door and the talk moved into realms of sexual pleasure.
"In your last film, Peter, did you find it difficult to reach orgasm five times?" queried the Lady Caroline.
"Those were all simulated, I really can come six or seven times if the woman moves me," he laughed.
"And your cock can come that much for real?"
"I was speaking of my cock."
"Oh, I gathered you were fantasizing."
"Would you care to show me yours and I will surely try to satisfy you."
"Oh dear so abrupt, yes that does sound like a good idea, but first I like a little foreplay first. How about me sucking on that star for awhile, hungh Peter?"
Peter stood up and unzipped his trousers and his cock came out. Rodney and the Mince watched as Lady Caroline helped him with his trousers.
"I like it better when my tongue doesn't rub on a rusty zipper."
"That sounds inviting."
"Just remove them, that's all, and let me get on to it. I like my face to feel the warmth of a man not his trousers."
"Yes maam."
The Lady Caroline began to suck on Peter's long hard cock. She had a professionalism that was complete. After running the thick cock down her throat she would back off and take a sip of martini and talk to her guests.
"Now this is my cock, my kind of cock. Look how long and beautiful it is, not lumpy and the end, isn't all beat up but a fine smooth mushroom top."
She bent her head down and licked under his balls letting the cock lay between her eyes and nose. The Georgian Mince was amazed at the degree of taste Lady Caroline showed. She started fondling Rodney's cock, taking it out of his pants and massaging it. She found the seven inch pole much to her liking and her temperature flared as she watched the Lady Caroline go down on her date.
"I assume that after we do the boys we will be in for some kind of treat ourselves," asked the Georgian Mince.
"Well if Peter is as good as Rodney we will have to call them off. The last time Rodney sent me home I had only few brains left and a melted hole that took my hand."
The Georgian Mince laughed at the thought of such a good time. She helped Rodney out of his trousers and Rodney stood in front of the Mince next to Peter who was moving it in right along. The two women would suck a little drink a little and laugh a lot.
"He reminds me of a man I once had in Borneo, the size was so much that it took me two hours for my lips to conquer his member," said the Mince of Rodney's sheath.
"Yes Rodney was blessed where it counts, and when he comes it is like a dyke breaking, he is better than most men twenty five."
"Good I like a man who can come, really come."
"You have there a real professional, I have seen him stop in time to let you shoot it anywhere you like."
"O how nice I have always wanted it in the ear," said the Mince laughing and putting both hands around Rodney's cock and sucking thickly on it. Her mouth could slide down the entire length and back again with little problem.
"You are amazing Miss Mince," said the Lady Caroline of the Mince's skills.
"Yes them southern boys can really teach you well."
"I thought hillbillies were scared of sex?"
"Only in the daytime."
"You are funny."
Both men listen to the women talking and they start to talk amongst themselves sensing a competitive evening.
"Was your last picture very profitable, Peter?"
"Not bad. I made ten percent of the gross."
"And?"-.
"It grossed two hundred million."
"Not bad, not bad indeed."
"Thank you."
"And are you working on something now."
"No, I have been busy with my memoirs."
"Memoirs for a man as young as you?"
"Yes I had a very tough childhood, the struggle was almost enough to ruin me."
"You look like you came through o.k." said Rodney looking at Peter's cock sliding deep into the Lady Caroline's mouth.
"Yes, and women have helped me immensely."
"I see."
"Yes they have."
Both men smile at one another finding a common bond of friendship and searching for the fuse of maybe a longtime friendship. The women are getting tired of the position and suggest a new one.
"I can't really get into it like this," said the Lady Caroline. "I need to have my head back over a bed so I can taste it."
"I agree, you just can't get enough for the amount you put in, over the bed is probably the best for depth of field."
Both women pull off their cocks and move over to Lady Caroline's large room size bed. They watch each other undress and compare respective tit size and cunt enlargement. They have become friends and now they will compete.
"Come here fellows," says the Lady Caroline.
The two men walk over to the bed and stand in front of their women partners. They adjust themselves so the cocks and faces are in the right position.
"I'll bet I can make your Peter come before you can get Rodney to show you his white Christmas."
"Is this a wager?"
"Yes I think it could be."
"How about two thousand?"
"That sounds sporting, Rodney, will you say go?"
Rodney and Peter step up to their heads and the women clear their throats and prepare for settlement.
"The first one to get the man to come wins, right?"
"The first taste or the whole orgasm and dry."
"A mouthful in the hand."
"A mouthful in the hand it is."
Both women get the heads of the cocks ready and leaning back over the bed pull the men's asses close to them.
"Mine is a little larger-don't I get a head start?" asks the Mince.
"If you care to."
"No I was only teasing, say the word Rodney."
Both men press up closer to the women and look at each other. Sensing the start Lady Caroline gobbles Peter quickly down her throat.
"Hey, that is cheating my dear."
The Lady Caroline quickly retreats but you can see that Peter is visably shaken by the good cocksucker.
"I was a little hasty, I am sorry my dear, and anyway I have to tell Peter to move up and straddle my thighs for better action."
"And Rodney, would you also put your hands on my thighs and bend over a little, if you care to indulge that's o.k. with me, is it o.k. if the boys eat a little also?"
"Of course, but I would think it would distract you?"
"It only helps me understand the nature of things."
Both men bend over so that their balls are resting on the forehead of their partner. "Rodney please say go."
"Go."
Lady Caroline gets the first big jump and she has Peter's joint down her throat in a swallow. She is breathing in her nose, she is going for the quick score, not many men can take the heavy throat shot right away and Peter seems to be falling into it. She is breathing heavy and running a strong forefinger up the ass of her helper.
The Georgian Mince is a biter and she takes Rodney's cock and sinks her teeth on the knob and slicing back and forth moistens it slowly down and perfectly not missing an inch of fabulous meat. After twenty five to thirty seconds it looks like the Lady Caroline has a strong advantage. But Peter holds back and now the race tightens as Rodney feels the pleasure of the Mince's mouth and teeth.
Both women are sucking furiously and full hard cocks are bursting into their mouths at a slap rapid pace. Both Peter and Rodney start to suck on the women's cunts, their own pressures being realized. Looking up Rodney sees Peter's head half disappear in Lady Caroline's cunt. Her fingers, two of them are pressing him from the rear trying to find the right gland for a quick release. He tightens to the assault.
Rodney finds the Georgian Mince to be a prize pussy. It is clean and perfumy with long fine lips and velvet touch. She is a proud woman, and with reason to be, he takes his time as he righteously saturates her with his loving kisses. Both men are nearing orgasms and it probably will be the one who comes the most who gets the prize, Rodney sees Peter bucking his cock into a large fine face and he starts his own bucking. If it were up to him it would be a tie but if it is close he will pull it out if his orgasm is anywhere near normal. He senses the tension.
Both women are really drinking it up, cocks are near ready for explosion. Lady Caroline sinks in and gets balls and half a bag in and Peter is pouring, Rodney feels his own release and slams his massive cock hard and deep and the Mince doesn't moan. He is exploding everywhere.
All of a sudden he is on the bed and his cock is shooting onto the floor and the Mince is standing up with her mouth puffed and closed. The Lady Caroline is motioning to the kitchen as Peter is laying softly on his side his cock swaying in the air. Both women run to the kitchen and Rodney hears shouts and laughter.
"I win."
"Bullshit I win."
"It has to be a tie."
"Bullshit I got more, look for yourself."
"But I was done first and the cups are real close."
"Well let's ask the boys for their answer." The two women came out with two cups in their hands. The men are laying back on the bed, cocks limp and staring into space.
"O.K. who won?" asks Lady Caroline, showing the men her cup of come.
"Yes don't I have more?" says the Mince.
Both men look hazedly at the cups, the Mince's cup seems to have a little more of Rodney's life giving fluid but it's hard to tell.
"Two out of three," yells the Lady Caroline. "And I want Rodney this time, yours just can't get enough out."
"Bullshit, you don't know how to milk that boy."
"I think it is a tie, girls," says Rodney.
"It looks real close to me," says Peter.
The girls look back in their glasses.
"Ya it is real close," says the Mince.
"Yes, it really does. Let's fuck and forget it."
"Ya, my pussy is aching and we can try some other time."
"C'mon boys, I need a good tongue thrashing."
"Ya, my cunt and your tongue are going to be best of friends."
"O.K. O.K. but let's have a drink first," says Rodney.
Peter nods.
The girls go to the kitchen and pour more drinks. When they come out the men are standing chatting their cocks limp. They accept the drinks.
"My thighs are burning for some good action," says the Mince, scratching her black pussy with an inviting smile.
"Ya, and I need something in my burner, Christ am I horny after all that sucking, what about it fellows?"
"Hey, I got an idea, I'll suck them off and then when they're goddamned hard they fuck you and then after a break you do the same for me. I like having two men in me, one in the face and one in my pleasure hole."
"You mean like dog style, one in front to chew on and one chewing in the rear."
"You got it honey, the only way to fly."
"You know what, I think since you're my guest I'll suckem first and you suckem second."
"Sounds o.k. to me. Let's get on it."
"C'mere Rodney, I want you to take care of this woman."
Lady Caroline gets on her knees and starts sucking Rodney's gland. She has pillows propped under her knees and others propped for the Mince to get ready in the dog position. The Mince plucks her ass wide apart and her long black beaver is red hot and waiting. Caroline gets Rodney's gland to rising and he sears the Mince with a long slow stroke. He is in and running. She moves him slowly getting every bit of sauce she can. When the full seven are in her she goes into her slow roll and groan. By this time Peter is fully erect and goes around the front of the Mince and she takes his cock down in one gulp. Both men are gliding into the holes with fast and slow strokes. Not to be left out Lady Caroline pulls Peter's asscheeks apart and starts a nice ass hole licking. Both men take their time looking into one another's eyes for signs of fire. They laugh and drink and crank it on the Mince who is trying to cocksuck and fuck her way into the record book. Her throat is full to the hilt with the young Peter and her cunt is aflame from the rear. She gyrates her full rounded ass around the thick pole and moves her mouth to get everything from afront.
"Here give me your hands," says Rodney. "My hands?"
"Yes, give me your hands and we can get some leverage."
Peter does so and the two men rock the full meat in the fox on the floor. Peter bends his knees at the waist to really get his cock moving faster, his ass hole getting a tongue job from below, his cock getting sucked by a magnificent face and mouth.
The Mince is moaning as the first free form rushes of orgasm come streaming from within. She is on fire but can't scream but moans from a faceful of pretty cock. Her moans are like that of a deep baritone and this sound sends the two men to wailing.
They are now grasped at the elbows and are shooting their cocks fast, trying to free the lady from any and every physical place, trying to send the woman to the stars and other real places. She continues to grovel at the attention, her body like a whiplash smashing the cock in her cunt back and forth and burying the one in her mouth to the hilt.
She comes till she falls heaped on the floor and Rodney bends down upon her and keeps fucking her into oblivion. Peter gets the message and runs his cock faster until it is exploding into her face and eyes. He opens her mouth and pours it home.
"That's it, Peter, open it up."
Peter props her head up with the help of the Lady Caroline and finishes up his orgasm deep down her throat. Rodney is coming now and shakes her ass and thighs violently as his choad is exploding in her. He picks her up at the hips and makes his finish immaculate by pushing his cock into depths the lady has never felt before. When he is spent he pulls out and has the Lady Caroline finish off the end of his cock for any last remaining drops of come. She sucks him with unadulterated passion as Peter bends over the Mince and has her jack him off with her hand into her mouth.
She is satiated, out on the floor. Her eyes open and she only moans of some strange distant place she has been. She has come flowing from her cunt and dripping off her lips, she continues to suck on Peter's cock not knowing that her mind has already flown to the outer limits. Now it is only mutual.
"My god, my god, my god."
The Lady Caroline barely hears her for she is bent over Rodney trying to get him up again. To her surprise she feels a long thick cock going into her hot pussy from the rear. Peter is true to form. He is fucking her on a short but it is a good one. Peter's eyes are glazed as he starts running his short up her cunt home.
The Lady Caroline moans with each short hard stroke, her head bobbing off the hard pole of Rodney's. Both men are trancing and their cocks are standing the wear. She has Rodney almost full scale and he drives her with amazing dexterity.
She takes her mouth off Rodney's dick.
"Fuck that mother in me boy, tear me apart."
Peter's short is starting to get full length, even though he isn't as long as Rodney, the boy is blessed with a power driving ass hole and he bends the Lady Caroline at the waist.
"O mother fucker boy, kick that cock home, rip that sonofabitch boy, make me feel it."
Her words are just the motive Peter needs and his fire alarm brain works when he is goaded. He sends his thick six incher deep and screaming home.
"That's it boy show me how your love light burns, show me how you fuck the ten year olds, show me you know how to fuck a real woman."
"Shut up and start sucking this," says Rodney holding his cock up to Lady Caroline's mouth. The Lady glares at Rodney but Rodney knows what sets her off and she smiles at him and bites the end of his cock just hard enough to make him understand. Rodney leans back in the bed and she starts licking his ass hole. Her tongue nestled in his buns striking a long tickling leash up his ass. Her mouth is covering it and her tongue sears deep on it.
She bite his bag as her orgasms start their merging. She rocks every last tit she has. Rodney pulls her head back and inserts his cock to the limit as spasms are rolling through her body.
"C'mon baby, grind," says Mince, now standing and absorbed in the action around her. "Grind them suckers off baby, grind them."
The Mince is dancing around like a registered referee, helping out in the clinches with a tongue added to Rodney's cock and balls and a helpful hand to Peter's ass hole.
"C'mn boys, another big white one."
"Give it to her personally, Peter," says Rodney.
The Lady Caroline is going mad on the cocksticks in her. Rodney is ready with another giant load and Peter is straining to make his cock flow. Mince runs a tongue up his ass and his cock jumps an octave and floods the cunt with hot cramming cream. Rodney holds his cock on the edge of her mouth and shoots his wad in, the come running down her neck, her lips too slow to catch it, as her body is losing energy.
Rodney is laughing as his wad is pumping in her face and mouth like an oil derrick. Peter is on the floor and Mince is licking his cock for remains. The Lady Caroline's elbows buckle and she too hits the floor. Rodney jacks off the remaining drops of semen on the fallen woman.
The Georgian Mince turns to him and seeing that Peter is hopeless knocks Rodney backwards on the bed and starts sucking viciously on his cock, biting and reaming him with a cat-like tongue. He holds her head and whispers.
"That's it c'mon now get it all, don't bite too hard, c'mon woman, ya, that feels just right."
She has both hands around his cock and is sucking the end.
"Goddamn what a beautiful cock."
"Yes and you are making it wonderful."
"Ya, you bet I am, and I will make it better."
"You could make anything you want."
"And you can get anything you want with this between your legs."
"It is rather nice."
"Indeed, very suckable."
"You are extremely good with it."
"Lots of practice, lots."
"You already own a million dollar boy, and you have a million dollar body, why not a million dollar mouth?"
"You know I could learn to like you."
"Or my cock."
"Yes, or your cock."
The night edition of the San Francisco papers were running a picture of Charles Patrick Gordon. The picture ran with captions; could possibly be armed and dangerous; wanted for questioning about the assault of two policemen, if seen please call this number. Lady Caroline would read the paper in the morning, right now she couldn't read anything at all.
CHAPTER SIX
Charles Patrick Gordon fought off a restless night. Ruth brought the morning paper into him. He gave her a pat on the ass and she smiled warmly at him. He lay naked in the bed and read the paper. When he came upon his picture he threw the paper down in disgust.
"Did you see this fucking thing? "
"Ya, Sparrow showed it to me, it's terrible."
"What do they expect me to do now, turn myself in and let them kick my ass all over town, the fucking digits."
Truth comes over to him and wraps her arms around her big lover. Their hair coloring is sim ilar, a sort of rusty red orange. She kisses him on the lips and he doesn't respond.
"C'mon baby cheer up."
"It's hard when your mug is all over town and the fucking gorrillas want to slit your eyebrows."
"Don't say things like that."
"I'm sorry but they're not real cute and nice people."
"What are you going to do?"
"I am going to take a bath and think. Sparrow knows?"
"Ya, he told me to tell you it's o.k. to stay here."
"That's good, baby c'mere let's take them clothes off, I get horny every time I see you."
The Lady Caroline sat up in bed and shook her head. The butler brought her some coffee and a poached egg and the morning paper. She smiled to herself at the thought of last night's great session. She really felt the twinges of sexual aftermath running through her body. The maid was cleaning up the room and the Lady Caroline could see the spots where last night there were bodies and bliss galore.
The Georgian Mince was a real fucker and a great cocksucker, almost as good as herself, she thought, and the boy Peter, the Mince had a good eye for men. The couple and Rodney had left that morning and now Lady Caroline had the day to herself to prepare for her next sexual rendezvous.
The butler had placed all the letters that she had received at the office on her desk next to the bed but she picked up the morning paper first. She sipped on her coffee and turned the paper quickly to the women's section, there she looked at her pert smile and reread all her idiot answers with a small grin and laughter. She really was something.
Usually the Lady Caroline didn't read anything else in the paper but this morning for some strange reason she leafed through the other sections as well. To her surprise she found the picture of man, Charles Patrick Gordon, somehow transfixing. The evilness of his smile the broadness of his head, the words she could guess were on his lips. Her ass tightened to the thought of this man moving closer to her. She always had been fearful of rape and the look in this man's eyes told her that he was by no means above it. Her curiosity stayed with her long enough to read the caption and then look back at the picture.
Ever since the late seventies all pictures in the paper were in color and she found the reddish hue of his face and hair to be somewhat nordic and fearless. A mental picture of the man registered deep in her subconscious. She didn't quite understand her attraction and a chill went whipping through her body at the thought of that man in her bed.
She threw the paper down and drank some more coffee and, picking up her mail, wasted about an hour reading much of the junk mail she had gotten over the last couple of days. She laughed at one piece of mail that had come.
Dear Lady Caroline, I would like to fuck you till your ears popped, any chance?
Bobby
The Lady Caroline would like to answer his letter with a come on but she knew only trouble would ensue. She threw the letter down but a silly grin replaced the more troubled look that was her earlier mood when she was looking at the reddish -haired monster in the paper.
Ruth's cunt sunk deep over the long thick cock of Charles Gordons. She was straddling him from above and his smile was getting long sensuous kisses from the red-haired lady. The lips of her vagina stretched wider as he lifted his thighs and pushed his cock deeper between her thighs. She dropped down on his chest and he laughed and began sucking on her fine small breasts. He got one breast completely in his wide mouth and her sighs were for impending orgasm that was now upon her.
She started bucking her fucks home to him with a reckless uncontrolled abandon. He loved the sight of the young woman dancing on his cock and thoughts of cops and jail vanished from his mind to be taken over by the lovely red head smiling at him as she sucked and drained his load with a marvelous set of hips attached to a supine body.
"O Charles, I can feel it coming," gasped Ruth.
"Let it ride."
"O goddamn, Charles it is the biggest, yes, the biggest I have ever had."
"Well, time it baby, I'm coming with you."
"Come with me Charles. Come with me."
Gordon sent a rocket jet blast of hot sex up her waiting vagina and Ruth rolled her head around and her body went limp as he fucked her with complete loss of ego. They met in the realm of sex beyond outside dimensions and their comes gathered and shared each other.
"Fuck me, Charles, fuck me," she screams."
Gordon fucks her madly and she stretches her pussy around his upright cock and shakes her thin thighs and ass till she is drained and pushing on his softening cock. She showers him with kisses and hugs and he reaches behind her and picks her asshole apart and puts his finger in the tiny opening. She moans and her head goes limp as his finger sears her rectum. She continues her shaking on his cock and his orgasm is over and she now slides down to where she can thank him.
She places the soft hard in her mouth and kisses it sweetly. The soft juices of her mouth like warm honey and the larger man moans with delight. He had been with the woman for a few days now and she was better to him than any previous he had had. She takes the full cock and holding it in her hands, her tiny hands, licks it up and down and tucks the balls into the corner of her mouth. Charles Gordon looks at her demure face, the face of a child, and he shakes his head at the neck letting her make love to him. She kisses his inner thighs and his lean, taut belly. His body is hard and long and she soothes and caresses every inch of the man.
She keeps the head of his cock in her mouth and looks at him. She stares into his deep blue eyes. He smiles at her and she smiles back wrinkles and cock. She slides deeper and fills her throat with his cock. He holds her head in his hands and manipulates her head by softly stroking her neck.
The telephone rings interrupting their lovemaking. Ruth slides off Gordon's cock and gets up to answer it. There is love dripping from her vagina and down her leg. Charles looks at the red lash of pubic hair and the fine body and upturned thighs. He gets a warm feeling from the visual effects of every woman, especially Ruth. His mind drifts as Ruth goes into the other room to answer the phone.
She comes back with an excited look on her face.
"Gordon, you're going to have to get dressed and get out of here, the cops are on their way. They have a search warrant, and they will be here any minute."
Within seconds he is dressed and ready. He looks out the window but there is no sign of them as yet.
"Gordon go to my place. It is safe. Here are the keys. You just take the bus. It's 211 thirteenth street, next to the park, The landlord's name is Mike and tell him you're my brother. C'mon get going."
Gordon doesn't hesitate and is quickly out the back door down the stairs and into the alley. He is about a block away when the man pulls up in front of Sparrow's. Just as Gordon is boarding the bus the man is knocking on the door.
"Police! We have a search warrant! Open up."
"Hold your horses. I'm coming."
"Police! Open up."
Ruth gets to the door and is shoved aside by the captain and there are shouts of "cover the back door," and "o.k. where is he." Ruth just stands there playing the part of the dumb redhead. The captain can see he isn't going to get much information from her and just starts to look around for himself. He doesn't try and make himself any friends and proceeds to throw the house around like he wants to.
He takes out a picture of Gordon and shows it to Ruth.
"Have you ever seen this man?"
Ruth takes a look at the picture and says, "No sir, but he is cute."
"O.K. don't get smart. We had reason to believe he was hiding out here. For your sake I hope you're not withholding any information.
"No sir, I wouldn't withhold anything."
The captain grins sardonically at Ruth's answer and listens to his two deputie's report. They both shake their heads and repeat that there is no sign of Gordon. The captain returns the search warrant in to his coat pocket and the three men leave. Ruth calls Sparrow at the bar and relates the situation.
Riding on the bus crossing Golden Gate Park Gordon looks up at the tram far overhead and makes a decision that will affect the rest of his life. He gets out on tenth street and walks into a wharehouse, with the last thirty dollars he has to his name, he busily buys some electrical equipment with the money. He never takes his eyes off the tram and he walks slowly to Ruth's house watching the tram stopping far above Golden Gate Park. Far above, but not out of reach, he sets his mind to working.
That night he sees his face on the television and laughs quietly to himself. He better get to work for he knows he won't be able to hide long. There are always some conditions of failure and the human being is burdened with the inability to keep his mouth shut. Someone will see him and soon he will be in jail.
Ruth comes home late that night with a message from Sparrow and a quart of Bourbon. Gordon isn't there when she gets home and she starts to worry. About an hour later he comes in. She wraps her arms around him and kisses him heavily on the mouth.
"Where have you been?"
"I had some work to do," he says laying down some wire extension, a remote control box and a six pack of beer."
Ruth looks at the box and the wire and back at Gordon. She senses he doesn't want to talk about it and switches the subject to Sparrow's message.
"Sparrow says you'd better get out of town, maybe Seattle, or Oregon, the cops are following him everywhere. They were watching his place when they spotted you there. He says to stay low until he can arrange something."
Gordon kisses Ruth on the mouth." If you don't mind I'd like to stay here for awhile."
"O, baby, you can stay here as long as you like, I can work at Sparrow's and we can live all right."
"Just for awhile."
"For as long as you like."
"Want a drink? I bought a six pack?"
"It will make a good chaser, I got some Bourbon."
"Well lets have a drink and talk about the first thing that pops up."
"You're a raunchey mother."
"It was all my mother's fault."
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Believe me."
"O.K. lets have that drink and screw. I'm horny as a fucking virgin in a boy's school."
"Take them clothes off and come sit on my face and let me talk to the captain."
Ruth blushes but follows through and unties her halter and unzips her dress and walks over to the bed. Gordon follows her with a drink in his hand. She dodges his lunge and goes into the bathroom to wash first. She soaps her vagina and then perfumes it with a little thing called 'Moist.'
When she comes back out Gordon is watching a cartoon on the tube. He is naked and massively built. Ruth walks over to him with every intent of fucking him blind.
"Do you think you're ready for this," she says spreading her legs wide to thought provoking angles, her pussy flaps ready and waiting.
"Why don't you bring it over here and let me see how that thing works."
"Right indeed. Well done champ."
Ruth walks over to Gordon and he picks her up at the thighs and sits her around the front of his mouth, her pussy hair in his face. His tongue starts to massage her pubic hair and flips her clit and makes her body wince in pleasure.
"Hey, big guy, you know what your doing."
"I told you my mother was the blame."
"If your mother taught you how to do this she was one helluva teacher."
"Her and two long and beautiful older sisters."
"O you had sisters to teach you."
"Yep. Showed me everything in the book."
"Well, show me what they showed you."
Gordon reaches his hands in front of Ruth and with his large hands pushes the pink flaps of her vagina back and lets his tongue undulate on her pout clitoris. The woman shivers in pleasure sequences her ass moving forward and around to extra special attention.
"My goddamn man you are good, real good."
Gordon mumbles something incoherently and Ruth laughs and pushes her luscious cunt deeper in his do-good face. He bites softly on the tip of her clit and sends shivers through her spine. She salivates the wet drool running down her lips as her ass starts a circular motion on his big red head.
"O, baby, mama going to give you the best she can."
Gordon spreads her ass apart with his hand as he relaxes and lets his tongue flick the hardening clit. She leans against the wall and picks her ass off him so that her cunt can get licked from asshole to apex. Gordon finds her tiny button hole and sucks cleanly on the livid clit poking a finger in her asshole. She squeals with delight as the digit goes into her bunhole. She rocks him back and forth to the movement of her lips and his lips. He reaches his tongue down and laps at the bunhole and she ohhhhs and aaaahhhs with each strong tongue licking. The fire in her mind is building and she can feel the love squeezed around her body.
"O, baby, mama going to cmmmmm in your mouth."
Gordon bends his neck back for more leverage and now his tongue is circling the clitoris and making her cunt a fathom of foamy lubricating love droppings. She squeezes her thighs tightly around his head and her cunt froths with orgasms, running like a million lemmings to the sea.
Her body is limp and racing with pleasure. One! Two! Three! The juices of her orgasm pump into Gordon's face and his tongue is her pleasure dick as it wraps itself around every fiber of her fantastic cunt.
"Fuck me with your face, lover boy, I'm coming and I ain't going home."
Gordon is talking with his mouth and its saying things to Ruth that are in the best language of all. She is coming now and running down his lips and his tongue is slurping up all her good loving. She is shaking and bucking as they say and her words are a blur in the rush of mind and the body.
"MMMMMMMMM good, OOOO yaaa."
Gordon moves her around to really show how he knows how to please. She follows his directions quickly and now her mouth is facing his upright cock and her ass and pussy are in his face with her on top. He licks her ass and cunt with a long slow stroke and she manages a long low squeal. She takes his cock in both hands and starts to suck the end with soft delicious slow sucking pops. She teases the cock till it is full upright and sends it down into her mouth letting the soft juices of saliva run it all over.
He spreads her legs wide around his shoulders and licks her clit to the top and back down again. She wriggles in ecstasy her mouth sucking like a fuck machine. She starts a slow wide open cocksuck on him and his mind darts back and forth as she slides her hand under his balls and brings them to her bad ass mouth.
"Going to suck this man dry and make him cry for more."
"You do that mama."
Ruth really gets into her cocksuck and has both balls in her mouth and is slowly jacking Gordon off with soft long strokes captured by a long heavy pop with the end of her mouth. After about a fifteen minute suck and hand job Gordon can't stand it anymore and rolls her over for some entry blasting.
"Roll over baby I'm ready to tear that pussy of yours out."
"Kill that bad pussy."
"First a little slow blow then a strong show."
"A poet and a lover."
"A lover first."
Ruth lays back on the bed and puts her legs around Gordon's neck, her ass about five inches off the bed. He bends his cock to her and she guides it in. The first touch of her lips and the cock slides between the velvet doors without any trouble. Slowly he pushes and pulls it back and forth to get their rhythm down.
Her pussy is wet and ready like a cup of hot apple cider. They take their fucking real slow and perfect like teasing the cock and brains till it can't be teased anymore. Gordon stands up and holds her by the thighs. She climbs his legs with her hot pussy easing every inch of the hot rod in her.
"C'mon baby, give me every inch."
Gordon slams her down her legs wide apart his cock digging a tunnel of love through her body. She erupts in spasms as he is knocking her out with each thrust. It is amazing her small body can take the heavy rocking. The smaller the cushion, the better the pushing.
"O baby I can really feel you, I can feel you I can tell you want to love me."
Gordon starts his cock a jumping inside and her walls are spreading around his cock and liquid love is dripping from her hot pussy. His orgasm is fire inside her and he doesn't slow the blasts down. She picks up her ass higher to take every last drop of precious life fluid.
"C'mon baby I can feel it in there."
Gordon sucks in some wind and drives his blasting rod wide open and her pussy is leaking from all sides. Finally he is spent and he lays down aside of her. His cock falls out of its new home and Ruth bends over and kisses and sucks it with a firm passionate love. Gordon slips into darkness as the news comes on the television.
They both would fuck again that night and before the night was off and on it's way the six bottles and the bourbon would be gone.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Laural called her mother about half past six and asked her how she was feeling. She wanted to find out if she was coming over that night and if she wasn't she was going to have Rodney over for some love fucking. Her mother said she was tired and wanted to do some writing and Laural was pleased. She hung up the phone and turned her naked body towards Rodney.
"Mama is tired tonight, said she was going to do some writing."
"Well, we did have quite a session last night."
"Did you fuck mama in the ass?"
"You know how your mother feels about that."
"Yeah, prudish, I wonder why?"
"Everyone has their thing."
"And my thing is your thing," said Laural, walking naked in her seventeen-year-old flesh, over to Rodney and standing in front of him.
"Would you like me to suck your cock."
"If you care to."
"How about a rimmer."
"A rimmer?"
"Yeah, that's when I lick your butt clean."
"No thanks."
"Well, how about you fucking me in the ass."
"You think you're ready for that."
"I tried it with a dildo and I loved it."
"You did huh? Well, my cock is no dildo."
"That's for sure," said Laural bending down, pulling out Rodney's cock and putting kisses all over it. Rodney spreads his thighs a little so that the young nymph can go to work.
"Boy what a fucking piece of meat, I ain't never seen nothing like it. It's perfect."
"Thank you," said Rodney in his perfect charm.
Laural kept sucking on the edge of his cock nibbling on the helmet. She could barely get half of it in her mouth.
"Can mother take it all in?"
"Yes. She is very adroit."
"Adroit?"
"Yes. She has a big mouth."
Laural starts laughing and trys to suck more of the cock in but finds it hard. Rodney pushes it up and makes her cough a little, just to be cruel.
"Listen Rodney don't get funny. I could tell mother and break your little scam."
Rodney grabs Laural by the hair and screams at her. "Listen you little bitch if you say one word to her I'll kick your fucking brains out!"
"Let go! You're hurting me!"
Rodney lets go of Laural's arm and hair and throws her from him. She looks up at him in bewilderment. The sight of her on the floor turns Rodney on. For a girl of seventeen her .tits and pussy are that of a twenty-five-year-old. He stands up, cock erect, and looks at her.
"Roll over and put your knees and hands on the floor."
She does as she is told.
"O.K. now pull your ass back and get ready."
Rodney goes into the bathroom and takes his clothes off and searches out a bottle of vaseline. He rubs some on the end of his cock and takes the other with him. Laural is spreading her ass for him and it is an inviting sight.
"O.K. little girl, here's your treat."
Rodney bends down behind her supple ass and with his right hand spreads some vaseline around her butthole. He then takes the head of his cock and rams it in her. She manages a loud moan but before she can scream he has it to the depth where the pleasure is more powerful then the pain.
"O Christ! Rodney I...."
"Shutup."
Laural bows her head as Rodney inches his cock further into her rectum. She moans and moans like a lost girl looking for her father or a friendly dog. He settles it in her and holds the sides of her delicious ass. He watches the head and about two inches go in her ass and her whimpering makes him more determined to fuck her brains out.
"O Rodney, go slow, it hurts."
Rodney slides it deeper. Laural's long blonde hair is hanging on the floor, her elbows and hands spread wide apart as her ass gets seared by the fuck machine.
"Little girl you're supposed to like it."
"I do, I do."
"Then quit complaining and move that pert young fucker you got."
Laural starts to rotate her ass around the thick pole of Rodney's, with every movement his cock goes deeper and deeper. Her neck and face on the floor, she drools from the side of her mouth.
"Goddamn it, O god it feels good."
Rodney starts his pumping now and her ass is responding with delicious fast timed movements. She would outdo her mother some day. Rodney drives his cock into her savagely and opens her ass wide and deep, she is coming now, her pussy juice dripping down her leg.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOO."
Rodney keeps banging savagely the full seven inch cock reeking havoc on the fearless young cunt. His cock is blasting into her and he grabs her waist tight as he feels himself about to come.
"Come, Rodney, come in me."
Rodney loses control and sends his jism deep in her young asshole. She moans and moans like a lost child as he keeps shooting his endless load of hot mortar deep in her asshole. Her ass is aflame as her body is ravaged by the heavy stroking and troubled thrusting of Rodney's cock.
Neither one of them notice that the door has opened and that the Lady Caroline is about to enter the room. Rodney fearlessly fucks her and fucks her until her body is limp before him. He is about to pull out when he feels a heavy pain in the back of his head. He falls bleeding to the floor.
The Lady Caroline is on top of him and is beating him unmercifully with a large plaque-like statuette. The blows are hitting him in the arms and he kicks out and knocks her down. She falls to the floor and Rodney stands up. She is screaming incoherently and Laural is still dazed from the fuck on the floor.
"You fucking asshole bitch," he screams at her. "You could have killed me with that thing. It's just your daughter getting a good fuck, you lunatic!"
The Lady Caroline gets up with fire in her eyes. She tries to get Rodney with a kick to the groin but he easily avoids it, throwing her off balance so she lands next to Laural on the floor. Instead of trying to get at Rodney she attempts to sooth her daughter.
"O Laural are you alright? That vile, vile, man."
"You're a fucking asshole," says Rodney pulling on his pants and walking out the door.
"I'll have you castrated, you pig! You lousy Pig "Ask your daughter who's the pig, mama." Lady Caroline looks at Rodney with disbelief;
"What are you saying?"
"Just ask your little nymph of a daughter."
"Laural, Laural what is he talking about."
"O shut up mother, I just had one of the best fucks in my life."
Lady Caroline slaps her daughter hard on the face. "You little tramp! You lousy little tramp, what have I raised."
"Another like yourself, but better," says Rodney walking out the door.
"Oh God! Mother was that good."
"Laural you don't know what you're saying. That man, he raped you."
"Raped me shit, he fucked my ass off but good."
"Laural, what has happened to you? "
"Nothing, we been fucking for months now, only tonight he fucked me for the first time in the ass."
Lady Caroline went into shock. She started crying and sobbing incoherently. Finally Laural got up and helped her to the bed. When her mother was on the bed she went and got a glass of water. She had to walk with her legs wide apart for her ass still hadn't adjusted to seven inches inside her. When she got back her mother was still sobbing.
"Here, mother, drink this," said Laural, handing her a glass of water and a downer."
"What is it?"
"Just take it, it will calm your nerves."
Lady Caroline drank the water and took the Valium and tried to think. Her mind was all confused. She didn't know what to think or say. Laural recognized her confusion.
"Don't say two pieces of shit, me and Rodney have been balling for a long time mother, and tonight he did me in. Fucked me better than he has ever before."
Lady Caroline closed her eyes and envisioned her daughter being fucked in the ass. A terrified troubled sob came gurgling from her mouth for in her mind she saw her own father trying to persuade her to let him use her ass for his cock. That dreadful fear that she had somehow hidden had surfaced. Her father, whom she had hated, was the reason for her hatred of men and especially of anal fucking. She tried to scream the picture out of her head but it wouldn't go away.
The horror of his face, his red beard, his laughing eyes, his hard cock next to her soft lace dress his hand on her pussy telling her to bend over. She was his girl, his lovely lady. She could see his naked cock and the end almost entering her. She passed out.
When she woke up the doctor was there and she felt somewhat relaxed. Laural was standing there trying to comfort her with a consoling smile. The Lady Caroline regained her composure. She got up out of bed and asked the butler to take her home. She didn't look at Laural, but just walked out the door. Laural laughed to herself and called up a couple of friends to come over to watch the video-beam. She had a great story to tell them.
And again Lady Caroline dreamed.
It was clearer now. It was the man in the newspaper, ugly with his lower-class clothing and scowling angered face. But it was him. She knew him at once from her other dreams.
The Lady Caroline was at home, reading through correspondence when he appeared. She thought she was alone and she thought the security devices-installed at great cost-were enough to keep everyone out, including the most persistent of thieves.
But he had gotten around all of that and he stood in the doorway to her bedroom, a yellow scarf around his neck, an old leather windbreaker, torn and spotted, hugging his barrel chest and powerful thick arms. "You're lookin' good," he whispered, flicking the knife towards the bed. She stood up from her chair and pushed at the desk in her nervousness, upsetting its contents. "Stay away-you hear? Stay away!" Her command was usually instantly obeyed by cringing wageslaves, but not now. While thousands of social climbing shitheads would have emptied her bedpot on their chests if she ordered it, here was one man who didn't care who she was-he wanted nothing but to fuck her hard in the asshole, fuck her till the blood of her rectum stained the pubic hair between his legs a dull red, fuck her in the asshole until she was nothing but a whimpering, suffering weak-knead cunt with no will or desire left. She edged towards the other bedroom door and he laughed at her. "Try it and I'll cut your tits off," he said, and her hands crept up to protect her chest.
There was a pistol in the drawer of the desk but she knew if she failed he would kill her-but she had no choice because he was already stepping out of his pants, his angry red-capped cock, long and thick, dancing before her eyes.
She lunged for the desk drawer but he was quick and he crossed the room and hit her on the temple with the handle of the knife. As she lay on the floor he cut away her clothing with the razor-sharp blade and, laughing, forced his stinking pole between her lips and laid the knife blade across her throat. "Suck it up," he whispered. "Suck it and maybe I won't have to fuck that sweet ass of yours but you got to suck it good and make me like you, lady, or you know what will happen."
Lady Caroline grabbed his cock by the root and closed her eyes as she sucked as she never sucked before, lapping and licking and swallowing greasy droplets, choking in fear as he laughed and patted her head, until finally he withdrew from her mouth and turned her over. "Pretty good but not good enough, Lady," and she knew now it was lost.
He pushed hard and she felt the saliva-laden member slide easily into her asshole, and while the saliva helped it was still too big to be pleasureful. She tried to crawl away but the blade was still at her throat as she felt him pour all of it into her, all seven inches or so, and the pain and the humiliation were too much and she tried to throw her head downwards and slit her throat on his knife but he laughed again and moved the blade and she only managed to cut her face. The blood stained the carpet underneath her and she watched the red puddle grow and inch away from her in all directions as his balls banged against her buttocks and the first jets of come shot deep into her and the first few curds of her vomit landed right in the middle of the puddle of blood on the floor in front of her face.
And she awoke.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was three days before Lady Caroline could regain her composure. She flitted back and forth trying to find a slogan for a solution to her own bastardly problems while in the course of three days answered twenty five of the toughest of emotional problems across the nation.
The Lady Caroline was blessed with one of the most amazing sense of balances to come along for a long time. She endeavored where most normal humans never try to go. She was one with her 'cliches'!
Charles Patrick Gordon, having worked feverishly for the past three days on his grand plan, sat back with a strong cigarette and thought over his objectives. One, he wanted to stop the tram, two, he might take hostages, three, he didn't give a fuck if he lived or died. He had worked the transmitter over very finely and he could deduct that his own actions weren't enough. He would need help if he was to be the one to pull off such an idea that was brewing in his head.
He decided to blow the tram to bits. Fuck the hostages, there wasn't anyone riding the tram anyhow, not anyone that he knew. He divided his thoughts and was as yet not sure of his plan of action. He lay back on the bed and waited for Ruth. She certainly had been a great surprise for him. Her simple buoyancy seemed to help his sombre moods. He thought about how he would like to have a woman, to talk to his own children, to have friends and neighbors. He gave up all talk as foolish. What is the sense bringing another human being in the world to suffocate the others. Fuck, there just wasn't enough air left. And anyhow you had to have twenty thousand in the bank just to apply for a child.
Charles Patrick Gordon had a strange eerie smile on his face as the six o'clock news came on. He sat and watched his face on the small television. He thought it unusually absurd that they should bother with such an unknown criminal when there were so many running the government. He smiled again to himself.
He heard the three knocks and then the next two. It was Ruth's signal. He went to the door and let Ruth, Sparrow and Charlotte in. He was pleased to have company. He hadn't told anybody of his plans but he felt that these were people who would understand.
"How are you doing," said Sparrow setting down a package of booze on the table.
"Fine, thanks to you and Ruth, hi Charlotte."
"Hi Charles, how are you."
"Just comfy, comfy and fine.
"Glad to hear it, I missed you."
"It is good to see your face."
"And the rest of my body?"
"Ya I missed that too."
Everyone laughed and settled into a slow good night of friendship.
Drinks were passed and the music was turned on. Sparrow proposed a toast to posterity and his humor was accepted in the black. Laughter led to a sexual freedom and the men and women were easily finding their acceptance of each other as a sign that they needn't have worried about what they said or did.
Charlotte slid over to Gordon and kissed him on the lips. Ruth nodded her approval and the two started to get heavier with their kisses. Gordon's hands slid between Charlotte's thighs and she quivered from his touch. Ruth and Sparrow watched as the two interacted with a sensuous flair. Charlotte stood up and shouted.
"O Christ let's all fuck and suck."
Gordon laughed and started taking his clothes off. Ruth and Sparrow joined in quickly watching as Charlotte stopped naked and ready before them.
"I want you guys and I want you bad" said Charlotte.
"That goes for me too," said Ruth.
Both men laughed into each other's faces.
"Ya we're ready," said Sparrow.
"No doubt about it," said Gordon, pulling out his cock and twirling it in the air. Sparrow did the same and the girls were laughing as the four of them danced naked in a circle. Soon their laughter turns into falling bodies and the four of them were laying across the bed entangled in arms and legs, cocks and cunts and tits a flurry.
"I want to suck your cock," said Charlotte to Gordon.
Ruth looks at her and smiles.
"It is a real nice cock."
"That's what I want to hear," said Ruth taking Gordon's cock in her mouth and nibbling on the end.
Sparrow and Ruth watched as Charlotte gave Gordon a fantastic header and they smiled at each expert movement. Charlotte started really getting into her cocksuck and Ruth started to fondle Sparrow's long cock. Soon she had his cock in her mouth and the girls are both full of supreme meat. The both lay back on the bed and let the girls work on them.
"Sparrow's got a nice cock too."
"I know baby that I know."
"Gordon's got a magnificent cock."
"That I know too."
"You're the two most knowledgeable women we have ever met."
There was laughter along the bed and soon both men had the women in a sixty-nine position with their faces in some down home cunt. Laying side by side the men can talk to one another and the women can do likewise.
"That's some nice looking pussy you got there," says Sparrow to Gordon.
"And some delicious shit you got in your face there too," says Gordon.
"I like eating pussy and talking to a friend."
"Ain't no better way to go in the world."
The girls, overhearing their conversation, were laughing with cocks falling from their mouths.
"What's love unless in friendship," says Charlotte biting on the end of Gordon's cock.
"And what's love without a good looking cock?" said Ruth.
"My God, the philosophy that goes down in fuck and suck sessions," laughed Sparrow.
"No doubt the best learning program yet."
"This is tomorrow."
"This is today."
"This is some nice pussy," said Gordon sucking on the blonde linings of Charlotte's cunt. Charlotte did the slow, soft shimmy and sent her cunt over Gordon's nose so that he could get a good mellow taste of her womanhood. She ground it softly on his lips and he buckled the flaps back and gets acquainted with her all night clit.
"I want you to suck that clit as good as I suck this cock of yours."
"Well if I can bite it off and chew on it I'll give it to you."
"Listen, if cocks were to be eaten I would be a very fat lady."
"Practice makes good cocksuckers."
"And clit eaters."
"And bun suckers."
"And asshole lickers."
They were all laughing in a chorus of sexual chaos.
"It is rare to find such good-natured fuckers," said Charlotte seriously.
"May we drink to the taste of good lovers," said Sparrow.
Gordon pulled Charlotte's head off his cock and gets out of bed. He went into the kitchen and brought the bottle back along with four shot glasses. He then poured each assembled a drink and the whiskey flamed the veins much like heroin deadens. A little love for the tubes and a little alcohol to survive.
"Can I suck both of you," said Ruth looking up.
The men looked at one another as if to say, if it is possible, you can do it. Charlotte looks on amazed that she hadn't thought of the idea. She thinks of one herself.
"Ya you suck both their cocks and I'll get both their tongues, and then when you're tired we'll switch.
"Let's do it," said Ruth, taking hold of both men's cocks so that she was an inch or two from both heads and with her hands and mouth full. She switched lips and cocks fast never really getting both in, Charlotte was digging the action she was getting from the two men. She wiggled in exceptional ecstasy as they caressed her cunt with fast moving tongues.
"O what a great idea, what a mother fucker of an idea," said Charlotte spreading her legs wide so that the guys can lick her asshole clean.
"I did it, I did it, screamed Ruth."
The three of them stopped to look at Ruth. She had both cocks side by side in her mouth and she was smiling a wide, a very wide, grinning smile. She pops the cocks out of her mouth and screams again.
"I did it, I did it, I can suck two at a time."
"Your a two-timing cocksucker," said Charlotte.
"I like another one up my pussy and another one up my ass."
"Get down, lay, get down," said Gordon. "I haven't heard the likes of a rap like yours in some time."
"Listen my man, I am going to make your hair crawl back and seek forgiveness."
"That's what I like, forgiveness," said Sparrow laughing and tickling Charlotte's cunt.
"I want it sitting in a chair," said Ruth."
They all looked to Ruth for directions. She directed them into three chairs and helped Charlotte out of hers and they knelt down and started sucking the men's cocks.
"Let's trade."
"Alright."
The two women traded cocks and the two men laughed and drank from the bottle comparing the headers they were getting.
"I love sucking cock."
"Not more than I do."
"If I could talk the first words I would say were cock, and sucker."
"And I'm so far ahead I don't like to talk, just moan."
There is uproarious laughter and the bottle is passed around some more.
"We're going to sit in the chair right after I taste your come, both of yours," said Ruth.
Charlotte nods her head and Ruth started sucking faster.
The two women had two right-on cocks and they were sucking them the best they could. Both men watched and found room to drink as the two women were busy down below.
"I think Charlotte has a better mouth."
"I think Ruth does."
"You fucking assholes, what are you talking about," asked Ruth.
"Who is the better cocksucker."
"Well let's assume, will you, that we are both very good at what we like."
"Agreed."
"Agreed," there is a spontaneous applause thereafter.
The girls resume their activities and the men rap and bullshit with one another. The girls are face to face between the men's legs and their whistles of pleasure.
"Gordon's is bigger and fatter," said Ruth.
"But Sparrow's is longer and slimmer."
"Depends what you want," says Ruth.
"I like them all sizes, shapes and colors."
"O man, are you talking."
"C'mon girls be frank," says Sparrow.
"Yes be frank," says Gordon.
"Listen," said Ruth, "if you goddamn idiots think we're sitting here naked sucking your cock because we like you, you're fucking crazy. We are sitting here sucking your sonofabitching cocks because we want to, there is a big fucking difference."
"What's the difference?" asks Sparrow.
"The difference is in the men."
"You mean you like us more than most?"
"How about, we like you, and most we don't."
"Agreed," screamed Ruth, "yes sir indeed, these men we like."
The four together fuck and suck the night away, there is loads of laughter and good vibes, honey. And the night turns into a mesmerizing look at the phenomenon of love and such stuff in the year 1983.
CHAPTER NINE
The sun was shining like a glow worm in heat, barely reaching its head out of the fog. The Lady Caroline drove comfortable along in the tram not thinking about the world below but having her mind on the things of the present. She had resolved the dilemma of her daughter by putting it out of her mind. She had reconciled with Rodney because when he was around she needed him and she wasn't a woman to go against the grain. The tram shook along with easy grace and the unexpected stop above the park was taken in stride.
Ten minutes passed and they still weren't on their way and the Lady Caroline looked up at the porter and smiled. She was feeling good today for she was to be paid for her hard work. The porter came down the aisle and talked to her.
"It looks like we have some sort of electrical problem ma'am. We should have it fixed shortly."
The Lady Caroline smiled a wide grin, "I hope it isn't too much trouble," she said.
"No. It seems like a small short in the wire, if there is any further delay we'll call headquarters."
"Thank you very much, I don't want to be late for work."
"You should be on your way any instant."
That very moment a young man in blue overalls boarded the tram. The Lady Caroline noticed his red hair underneath his cap. She paid little more attention to him as he walked around the front of the tram. He worked diligently on the front of the control panel. She went about reading her letters. The young man and the porter talked casually at the front of the tram. Suddenly there was a loud pop and the porter fell in a heap on the switchboard. The Lady Caroline looked up in surprise. The young man with the red hair looked directly at her.
"Don't move lady, just sit where you are."
She didn't know how to be frightened and was speechless at the sight of the young man now holding a gun. He walked closer towards her and when he was facing her she stood up and slapped him fiercely across the face. Rather than hit her with the gun Gordon slapped her back and knocked her flying into the seat.
"You rotten bitch, I know who you are, ya I know who you are. You're the nut with the shit in the paper, you fucking cunt."
The Lady Caroline regained her composure her mouth a little red from the slap.
"Get off this tram, you hooligan, get off this tram right now."
"Eat shit you bitch, and shut up."
"Don't talk to me that way, I have my rights."
"You have nothing right now."
The Lady Caroline swung at Gordon again this time missing him and falling at his feet on the floor, her skirt flying up over her waist exposing her small panties. Gordon looked at her helplessly at his feet and started laughing.
"Shut up you bastard, you cheap bastard," she said.
Gordon continued laughing at the fallen hero. He put his foot between her thighs and nestled it against her ass.
"Stop that, you bastard."
"Just shut the fuck up you."
"Who and the hell are you anyhow?"
"I'm the new captain and you're my hostage."
"Hostage."
"Yes Madam Butterfly, you are my hostage."
"What are you talking about?"
"Never you mind, just think up something to write about for your little column in the paper, you know. Something like 'I just got raped today by a marvelous man.' "
"You keep away from me."
"I wouldn't hurt you, but you do have a nice ass and not a bad body altogether."
"Stay away from me."
"I'm not going to hurt you."
"Your damn right you're not."
"Don't get so up tight."
"Listen you," the Lady Caroline looks into Gordon's face, his red beard and red hair are now visible to her. She shrinks back in thoughts of her father. She becomes numb in front of him.
"What's the matter, darling."
"Nothing, nothing, don't touch me."
"I have no desire, but if you would be so kind as to follow me to the front of the car."
"What are you talking about?"
"I said follow me to the front of the car."
Gordon makes a gesture to the front of the tram. The Lady Caroline can tell by the movements that he is serious. She also feels a strange feeling of attration to the man, repulsion and attraction.
"Get moving, Lady Caroline."
Sensing that the man meant business Lady Caroline walked to the front of the tram.
"O.K. out and down the utility pole, quickly and quietly. There is a car waiting. If you scream you are dead, very dead."
The way he said dead, made her behave. She walked to the front and looking out on the fog found the pole he was talking about.
"O.K. now just shinny down, that's right, one foot at a time."
The Lady Caroline was in his control, she eased herself down each rung of the telephone pole until she was on solid ground.
"O.K. there is a car over across the park, walk very slowly."
She did just as she was told. She'd never been to the park before. It was always a place for scum. Crossing over onto the main street where she was quietly pushed into a car the three of them drove quickly off and into the future.
Ruth was driving the car and she did so quickly and with quiet efficiency. She didn't talk or look at the woman in the back seat, rather she just looked ahead and didn't bother. They drove for about ten blocks and then she turned right into a small alley where she quickly came to a halt. Charlotte came out with Sparrow and opened the door to the car. There the two of them escorted the newly acquired hostage into a waiting garage.
The garage was dimly lit but warm and comfortable. There was a bed and four chairs. Gordon threw the Lady Caroline onto the bed.
"You fucking bitch, take your clothes off."
"What are you doing," screamed Ruth, "she's worthless."
"Yeah, I know but I want to fuck her in the ass till she bleeds." The three of them looked at Gordon and could tell he is serious. The Lady Caroline is looking at the four of them with disdain.
"You see now what I mean," says Gordon.
"Yeah, I think I know what you mean," says Charlotte, "Fuck her a good one for me."
Sparrow looks on and doesn't say anything but watches as Gordon takes his clothes off and walks towards the Lady Caroline.
"Bend over bitch."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to rip your ass apart."
"You're out of your mind."
"It's needless to say, now bend over, c'mon now, it's something to write about."
"You're crazy, you're insane, stop him!"
"Roll over bitch and spread your thighs."
The three others watch as Gordon manhandles the Lady Caroline.
"Stop it, stop it. No! No don't."
"Shut up, you fucking tramp, roll over."
"Let me hold her hands," says Ruth.
"I'll tape her mouth shut," says Charlotte.
Gordon has his cock and is jacking it to good size as the other women tear at the Lady Caroline. Charlotte ties her hands behind her back and Ruth puts a piece of tape over her mouth.
Sparrow rips her dress off and Gordon takes the thin panties and throws them aside baring her naked ass.
She moans in hysteria, but Gordon doesn't stop, he grabs her by the hips and puts his cock fast and hard up her ass tearing at the solid crack. She tries to hold her asscheeks together but Gordon's heavy rod breaks them wide apart and his cock is quickly fucking her asshole and she is writhing on the bed. Ruth and Charlotte watch as Gordon fucks her with abandon. Every fast lusting throw of his thighs is harder than the last and Lady Caroline's asshole is widening to his penis.
Soon he has her on the brink of orgasm and he starts to badger her with her own impotence.
"About ready to come honey, c'mon now."
She only muffles a sweating sound. Gordon sends his cock full length up her ass and she winces in pain and pleasure. He fucks her ass as roughly as possible and his ripping cock tears the fibers of her virgin asshole.
"Fuck her a good one for me," says Ruth.
"Yeah, break her in," says Charlotte.
Sparrow stands ready, his cock already getting hard watching Gordon's repeated assfuck ing.
"Let me on it," says Sparrow, pushing Gordon aside.
Gordon pulls out and lets Sparrow start to ream her. She moans with pain as the long cock searches out her answers where the ends meet. She is beginning to weaken and her mouth is dropping in the heavy tape.
"She is going to come, I can tell," says Rith.
"Yeah, look at that," says Charlotte.
The three people watch as Sparrow brings the Lady Caroline to orgasm and Gordon quickly replaces Sparrow as his cock is firing come into her asshole.
"Let me dip it in," says Gordon putting his cock fast into her ass. He grinds her down on the floor and the grind is low and hard. He fucks her ass with abandon, utterly defiling her in the broadest sense of the word. He sent his cock deeper and deeper and she cried with pain/pleasure. Ruth takes off her tape and lets her crys be heard.
"Ooooooo fuck me, please fuck me," says the Lady Caroline, "fuck me, please fuck me."
Gordon grinds his cock home again and turns to look at the oddest sight he has ever seen. The Lady Caroline is holding her ass wide apart and asking him to violate her some more. He does just as is suggested and rams his horn deep up her bun hole.
She moans and gurgles with pain/pleasure. The women watch as the passionate prick takes the place of any formal upbringing.
"How do you like it Lay-deeeee," asks Ruth.
She just looks up at Ruth, but without recognizing her.
"She loves it," says Charlotte picking up her face and letting it fall back down. "She's ready for anything now, probably ready to eat some cock and suck some pussy."
"Do you think socialites do that," laughs Ruth.
"If they didn't they do now," says Gordon.
The Lady Caroline lays motionless on the floor. The two couples look at her and don't smile.
"I will do anything you ask."
"Spread your ass," demands Sparrow.
She bends over and shows her asshole to the group. They all watch the woman completely in their control.
"That's good, now beg."
"Yes, bark like a dog."
The Lady Caroline looks back at the couples and her eyes grow wild with passion. She starts to bark like a dog.
"Ruff, Rufffff, Ruff."
They all laugh, tears of laughter coming at the sight. Gordon and Sparrow hold their cocks in their hands and ask her to beg for it. She pretends she is a dog and sits up on the bed.
"Bark."
"Roll over."
"Sit."
To each command she does a trick. Gordon tells her to roll over and quickly lays down upon her ass and sends his stiff cock into her again. This time she begs for more as he rushes his cock deeper into her.
"Beg for it," says Ruth.
"Beg for it," says Charlotte.
"Give it to me, give it to me, please give it to me," cries Lady Caroline.
Gordon gives it to her. He spreads her ass wide and buries his hard-on up to the hilt making her squirm with delight. Inside her mind there are a thousand changes going on. She is being swept up and thrown to the thieves. She is being sent down and brought to bear witness to the simple things. She is being turned out and she is unprepared.
Unprepared for the experience and unprepared for her own pleasure, the Lady Caroline is hitting heights she never thought possible. With every long harsh stroke of Gordon's cock she is rushing and coming from within. She has never seen or felt like this before. She is on the brink of oblivion and despair. She is next to the door of oblivion, she is somewhere where she has never been before. Somewhere where the greatest minds and cocks of the twentieth century have never put her before. She is draped on the end of a real fine butt fucker named Charles Patrick Gordon.
Gordon tries to punish her with his cock but the Lady Caroline wants more and more. Gordon keeps up his hard forward stroke and she winces with every inch of meat that punishes her brutally.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me good."
"He will," says Charlotte. "Yeah he'll fuck you till you come gold," says Ruth.
Gordon can't hep but laughing at Ruth's comment and the others join him in laughter. His cock falls out of her hole and she turns on them like an animal.
"Put that back in there, do you hear me, I want you to continue."
The four of them look on her with amazement. She is really wired for sound, intense and fraught with panic/passion.
"Don't give her any more, Charles," says Charlotte.
"Yes, don't spoil the child."
"I want more," she says pulling her ass wide apart to show them her asshole.
"Tie her up and then we'll make the necessary phone calls."
"What are you going to do."
"We're going to get a hundred grand for you, feeble shitter," says Sparrow.
"That's right, and then you're going to be dumped in the trash," laughs Ruth.
"No, no, no, don't. There in my purse is the number of my lawyer, he'll take care of everything. No cops, just don't kill me."
"We're not going to kill you, but thanks for the number," says Charles opening the purse and looking at it.
"Is this the one, James Flamingo?"
"Yes that's him. Call him, he'll get you the money you want."
"Thank you we will, right now we're going to tie you up and make sure you can't write any letters," laughs Charles.
The two women proceed to tie up the half-conscious Lady Caroline. When the job is done she is as helpless as a lady mouse with no nose. Sparrow takes the phone number and leaving the garage finds a phone on the corner. He calls the number and tells his story to James Flamingo. Flamingo is doubtful at first but Sparrow describes a few personal effects so well that Flamingo can't doubt him.
Sparrow arranges it so that Flamingo will meet him in the park at exactly ten thirty. If there are any helicopter patrols or any sign of cops the deal is off. Flamingo agrees and says he'll bring the money. Sparrow hangs up the phone. He goes back to the garage and tells everyone that the deal is set.
That night at exactly ten thirty a Mr. James Flamingo meets Sparrow next to the bus stop at the edge of the park. The meeting takes only seconds and Sparrow is off in a cab driven by Charles Patrick Gordon. They drive for two blocks and then return the cab to a friend of theirs. They give him three hundred dollars and then are off on foot the remaining block and into the garage. There the girls are packed and the four of them count the money. They work quickly and efficiently on disguising Charles Gordon's face. He begins to look much darker and older. After two hours of physical change there is little resemblance of the once Charles Gordon.
"We're ready," says Ruth.
"He looks great," says Charlotte.
"Fantastic," says Sparrow.
Gordon gets up and looks at the mirror, the face has been altered to look much older and the hair is now blackish grey. If any cops had his picture there would be strong doubt if they could recognize him as he now looked.
"Perfect ladies, let's get on our way."
The four are ready and they all make sure that they have everything. They gag Lady Caroline and then leave. She can't do anything for she is tied securely to the bed.
"You need to lose a few pounds, the police will be here tomorrow to pick you up, don't worry sweetheart we aren't killers."
The Lady Caroline just moans behind her mask. The two couples get into Charlotte's getaway car which she got with phony i.d. and head for the Canadian Rockies. First they drive to San Jose to mail the letter and then double back and head for Oregon.
Two days later the letter arrives at Flamingo's house. So far he hasn't contacted police. When he gets the letter he quickly calls them and faster then a speeding bullet they are at the Lady Caroline's side. She is slightly emaciated and being without water has a slight case of malnutrition but other than that she is fine. She babbles incoherently for the first few hours and it isn't till the later part of the evening that she can give any active description of the culprits. She identifies the picture of Charles Patrick Gordon. There is an all points bulletin quickly put out on him.
The police show her pictures of felons which she doesn't recognize and it isn't until they show her pictures of the people who frequent Sparrow's joint that she finds the three others. Again all points bulletins are put out on their pictures.
By this time our four-membered gang is hiding out in the Rocky Mountains. Just another vacationing couple with a friend. Gordon joins them later so as to avoid anybody recognizing him, although he is still wearing the disguise.
The police trace the letter to San Jose and immediately deduct that the travelers are headed south and maybe to Mexico. That is their main area of concentration.
Up north, six bottles of beer and three bottles of good whiskey are being opened and enjoyed.
CHAPTER TEN
It isn't until about a week later that Lady Caroline is even ready to do any work at all. Her column is brimming with hatred and some of her readers question some of her remarks about males in general. The Lady Caroline depends not on her humor but on her emasculating sense of bitchiness.
She now has a reocurring nightmare where Gordon is taking her from the rear and, instead of rejecting him, she bets him he can't go for hours. Her psychiatrist doesn't quite know what to make of it and doesn't bother. The Lady Caroline is pissed that she can't come up with solutions to her own problems. Somewhat surprised at her state of affairs she now seems to want anal contact. She calls the Georgian Mince and talks with her.
"Listen my dear, I know that this must sound crazy, but have you ever been raped and abused?"
"Abused?" replied the Mince, "no never abused."
"Have you ever been sodomized?"
"A thousand times yes."
"I have to hang up the phone."
"No wait. What seems to be the matter? "
"You heard about my episode."
"Yes."
"And did you hear the details?"
"No."
"Well, while in captivity by the beasts they sodomized me."
"How curious, did you like it?"
"That's just the point. It was my first time and to tell the truth I have ambiguous feelings about it. I mean I think I would like to try it again."
"Well why don't we have a little orgy, I know this Greek friend who rallies around an asshole." r "Well it's not that I don't want any man, you see I have this recurring dream and the man I want must be tall and strong and have reddish hair. A beard maybe, a brut."
"O you really want your ass stretched."
"Well that's what he did."
"How marvelous."
"Well I just might know someone who can fit that description."
"Good, good. When shall we have it?"
"How about my place tomorrow night, will you have Rodney over, he has sucking blast power."
"No, he's on my shit list."
"I see then why don't I bring Peter."
"I don't care. I just want the tall red head."
"Yes, I can understand your situation."
"I hope so, well then say ten-thirtyish."
"Sounds fine, you supply the vaseline and drinks."
"Yes I'll see to it."
"Good. See you tomorrow."
"Good day."
"Good day," says the Mince hanging up the phone.
"Who was it," asks Rodney, looking up from between the Mince's thighs, his tongue wet with saliva.
"It was that idiot girlfriend of yours, she wants me to supply her with someone to fuck her in the ass."
"You're kidding."
"No Rodney, I'm not."
"She must have turned over a new clit."
"Yes sounds like she wants to find out some of the fiery sides of life."
"Gee, I wish I could ram her a couple of times."
"Why can't you?"
"She caught me with her daughter and now she thinks I am depraved, the little slut would fuck a bowlful of goldfish if she could catch them."
"How cute, now how about me and you do a little suckie fuckie."
"My rod is your god."
"My you're poetic, darling," says the Mince leaning back in the round pillow sofa. Rodney climbs on top of her so that his cock is dangling above her lips. Her pussy is ripe for fucking but she wants to suck a little more. Rodney doesn't give a shit. He lets her suck his cock and run her tongue on his balls till he is fully erect. Then he slides his cock in the Mince's mouth and she gives him the slow hollow warm blow job that only she is capable of:
He tucks his tongue sideways and massages her clit with soft and easy strokes. Her legs come over his head and hold him tightly around the neck.
"Not so hard," says the Mince taking his cock from her mouth. Be gentle."
"I am so sorry, my dear."
"Just stroke it softly and I'll do the same."
Rodney eases off the pressure and licks her asshole with the smooth strokes. She starts to erupt with jaded loving passion. She takes his cock all the way in and sucks it with her air blower. Her lips stretch around the axe and her tongue frees itself to fritter with his balls.
Her mouth is puffed with cock and she doesn't have time to tell Rodney that she is about to fart. She blows a cannon off and catches him right in the nose. He reels back and shakes his head. His cock slips out of her mouth.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I hope I didn't offend you, I didn't have time to tell you."
"No problem but if it happens again I'll sue you for attempted murder."
"I had a friend once who liked my farts, in fact he liked everything about my ass, even my shit."
"A classic case."
"He was a very nice man."
"Kind of a shitty personality though."
"Rodney you're unbearable."
"Me, I think the foot wears itself."
"I promise not to fart again, now c'mere and let me jack you off and suck up your come."
Rodney likes the aggressiveness of the Mince's voice and has to go along. He stands in front of her and she thumps his cock with fast fuck blowing consistency. Plop, pop and gurgle goes the mouth of Mince, faster and faster her head slams on his seven inches. Her head is like a vertical hold for it constantly is going up and down.
He grabs the back of her beautiful head and pulls her mouth deep on his cock and sends his juices down her throat. She tries to take all of his juice but he loads up with such big splashes that most women would choke to death. Rodney has this in mind as he holds her face hard on his cock and bucks his come home to her.
There is sperm gushing out her mouth and she rolls her eyes and coughs as Rodney nears the end of his climax. His knees get weak and he tumbles on her face forward. His cock slips from its etching and she spews come from her mouth.
"You bastard. You almost choked me."
"You're a professional woman," he gasps. "Yes but you could have been a little less vigorous."
"You told me that passion is uncontrollable."
"That is so, but...."
"But nothing ... you love it in the face."
"That is true but...."
"No more buts. Now lick the rest off."
"I don't like the sound of your voice."
"It always sounds the same."
"No, you sound mean, I don't like you when you're mean."
"Tough shit, now are you going to lick or am I going to leave."
"Leave and don't come back unless you get a little culture."
Rodney picks himself off the bed and slams his body into the wall. He still hadn't gained equilibrium.
"You're yokal silly, Rodney. Now don't your desires include me for the night."
"No I'm going over and crank off some of that young meat, the small beaver, the young Miss Caroline."
"You pervert."
"Watch out, the mirror reflects, sweat meat."
"Get out of here."
"I'm leaving right now and good riddance."
"Can't stand a little poo poo in the face, huh, big boy?"
"Shut up, you dingaling."
"Bye bye, farty pooper."
"O for Christ damn sakes," says Rodney slamming the door.
The Mince gets up and makes a phone call, she wasn't through for the night.
Lady Caroline laid back in her bed, the constant picture of Gordon flashing in her mind, She couldn't get the red beast out of her head. Her pussy twitched at the thought of him behind her laughing as he violated her asshole. She broke into a cold sweat as the butler answered the door. It was her daughter Laural coming to visit. They had mended their problems and the Lady Caroline was receiving her daughter now in good graces.
"Hello, mother, are you feeling better?"
"About as good as can be expected."
"I just came over to ask your forgiveness and to see if there were any hard feelings."
"No, it's all under the bridge."
"O good mother," said Laural putting her arms around the Lady Caroline's neck and kissing her on the cheek.
"Now take it easy. I said things were alright not out of hand."
"O mother, you're fantastic, really fantastic."
"Well now you run along and I'll see you this weekend. Tell George to come in when you leave.
"Yes, mother, take care, I love you."
"And I love you too." Exit Laural and enter the butler George. "Yes, ma'am, you wanted to see me?" asks George.
"Yes George sit down, over here." George sits on the bed.
"George, we have known each other for a long time."
"Let's see now about ten years."
"That's a long time."
"Yes ma'am."
"George do you think you could massage my back."
The Lady Caroline rolls over in bed so that the covers are resting on the small of her back. George can easily see the pink nipples and the supple shoulder and breasts.
"I don't know ma'am, my wife told me to keep business strictly to business."
"This is business George, I want you to rub my back, now rub it."
George starts to massage the Lady Caroline's shoulders and back. He sits awkwardly on the bed and doesn't seem comfortable at all.
"George, it would be easier if you straddled my back," says the Lady Caroline, throwing off the covers so that she was nude.
"I don't know it would be proper."
"George straddle my back and push your hands hard on my shoulders."
"Yes ma'am."
George begins to give the Lady Caroline a solid back rub. She pushed her ass up between his groin and teased his cock with the lazy flesh of her asscheeks. It was easy to tell that George was getting turned on. She quickly rolled over and grabbed him by the groin and unzipped his fly pulling his cock out and stuffing it in her mouth. George didn't know what to say but was taken over by the quickly rising cock in the mouth of the Lady Caroline. She got the cock up to full length and it was a slapping six inches. She let her mouth off it and looked at George.
"Now I want you to use that thing on me George."
"Lady Caroline, I can't."
"You will," she said, and bending back knelt on the bed so as to position herself for George's cock. George finally went along with her scam and stated. "I hope you know what you're doing."
"I hope you're the one that knows what he is doing, now I don't want it in my pussy. I want it up my ass, way up my ass, now get that fucking thing in there and do it."
George's fancy is upon him now and his natural proclivity for the sex act surprises the Lady Caroline, he was a smooth talker of a type.
"Now ease it in there Lady Caroline-this one is for you. It won't hurt but will make you feel better."
"That's it, George. Get little Georgy ready. C'mon man start fucking me."
George got the head of his cock in her tight asshole and she screamed in anticipation of its long haul home.
"C'mon, George, push that bastard deeper."
"I'm going to go slow, I don't want to hurt you."
The Lady Caroline stretched around and with her hand between her thighs and grabbed George's cock and balls pushing it about halfway up her ass. She moaned with pleasure.
"Now, you're getting it George. Get it some more."
George started to fill her ass with his cock. Quickly moving strokes and then faster harder ones until he was home and she was away.
"Goddamit, do it to me."
George got the hot rod all the way home and she started bucking like a wild steer. Just as the lash of cock was about to break and slowly spill its juices the Lady Caroline started to come for herself.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh my God, I'm coming."
"You ain't saying shit," snorted George as he shot a grand wad of come up the lovely Lady's cunt hole.
"O meeee, O meeee, shake it off center," shouted George.
The Lady Caroline was bucking her sweet fucker into sexual oblivion. They were fucking like two trains going. Faster, faster fuck and slug. George finally past his orgasm and his body fell on top of the Lady Caroline. She went to his cock like a serpent to rodent, sucking up fast and clean any of wetness that was left. George just moaned and fell asleep.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The next evening Lady Caroline met the Mince at the cocktail party. They exchanged the usual graces and the usual informalities, all the usual and more of the above. Lady Caroline was introduced to a man named Lance, who looked the image that the Lady Caroline asked for. He was tall, swarthy and red-haired. The Lady Caroline swarmed him.
The makings of a good orgy were at hand when to Lady Caroline's surprise Rodney showed up at the party with her daughter Laural. The Mince and the Lady Caroline were both surprised to see the couple, Rodney was on both women's shit lists but they acted like there was nothing between them but a cold cock and two or three martinis, which there was.
Laural was looking great with her long blonde hair and small ass and big bosomy tits. All the sages were checking her out. She got introduced to every stiff in the place and a few lesbians too. Her mother smiled at her and she knew things were fine between them. Her mother was in seventh heaven with her newfound redhead named Lance.
"O hello dear, I didn't know you were coming."
"I hope you don't mind mother, but Irene invited me."
"O, no, I don't mind, its perfectly fine."
O thank you mother. I want to get laid just as much as you do."
"O dear, my, have we grown. Laural this is Lance, Lance this is my daughter Laural."
"Hello Lance," smiles Laural with big blue eyes that ask how big your dick is.
Lance just smiled back at the yours truly and kept drinking his bourbon.
"How do you do?" he said at last.
"Fine. It has been nice meeting you," said Laural getting the hint. She walks away with Rodney and they laugh and giggle to everyone's innuendos.
"Everyone here knows you used to fuck my mother, Rodney."
"Yeah. And everyone knows she has changed quite a bit since her accident. All she wants now is a good ass fuck."
"Is that true?"
"You see that redhead she's with, well in male circles he has a reputation as being the best in the slow grind to hell."
"Which is?"
"Take two guesses and the first one is wrong."
"Mother is now taking cock up her ass."
"Yes sir, dearie, and she is digging the fuck out of it. Rumor has it she could take on an army."
"I knew she could suck off an army," says Laural laughing.
"Yes, and now if her ways are, the way you say, she might just loosen up a bit."
"Just a bit."
"How about a lot, enough to stuff cocks both forwards as well as backwards."
"And what is wrong with that?"
"Nothing sweetheart but somewhere in the piss drips of my sentimentality there is something locked and swollen for your mother."
"You mean...."
"Yes, I was in love with her once."
"My God, the things you learn at social gatherings."
"I won't be hurt by your remark but it is true. I won't try to hide the fact that I once loved her very much."
"That's too bad."
"I know Laural, I know."
"We all average a bummer a summer."
"Very trite but fitting."
"The party looks like it might get off the ground."
"What do you mean."
"Well, it looks like there might be some good fuck and suck sessions."
"Here, at the party? Never. It's always afterwards that people find the cuddling cock and sweat pussy to lust."
"You mean, they don't have orgies."
"No. That's just the hippies rhetoric."
"Bullshit, we always have orgies. Man they're great."
"Well I doubt of this sophisticated bunch wants to take their clothes off in public. You I can see naked, but the men and women here, I doubt it."
"What you need is some downers or some acid."
"Acid?"
"Yes, L.S.D."
"You're kidding."
"No, I'm not, I've got some if you want to try it."
"Me? Hell, I'm thirty four years old."
"And destined."
"You're very observant, LSD, huh?"
"Yep I got enough to blow this place into a hallucination they wouldn't ever forget."
"Well you want to try it."
"Try what?"
"Try convincing the party that we should all take LSD and get strange."
"Sure."
"O.K., and I'll back you."
"You will?"
"Yep."
"Ladies and gentlemen ... I have a proposal to make. I know you all enjoy a good party but would you care to join a real crazy party with my friend and myself. ... I have here twenty-seven dots of pure LSD and if you're willing to throw your inhibitions to the wind and join me in the visual parade I'll just put these here acid pills in that wine and we can find out who we really are...."
The guests looks to one another for support. It seems the alcohol has put every one in a fine ambiguous position. The faces look at each other in confusion. Lance is the first to respond.
"I think that is a brilliant party idea. Who wants to hear more stories about each other's adultery."
The Lady Caroline, not to be undone, and feeling pretty good, and looking at the men in the room and thinking about getting a good pounding, reinforces Lance's opinion.
"Yes that is a very good idea. Lets...."
The Georgian Mince with two men and three women by her side backs up the suggestion.
"Yes, I agree, how long before the colors come on."
"The first half hour is a real stony high then comes the long flight and then the colors. No speed and lots of visuals," says Laural.
"Any paranoia?" someone asks.
"Only what's in your mind," says Laural.
Everyone got a kick out of that statement and gathers around to get their share of the acid. There are supporting and non-supporting individuals, but by and large the most of the people want to indulge.
Laural takes the cap of a large bottle of wine and dumps the acid in. She shakes it up and then starts handing it around for everyone to get a swig. The bottle is emptied and one fine fellow asks, "What to do now, that is the question."
"Do whatever you normally do and watch it change," says Laural.
Again there is group response to Laural's answers. The Lady Caroline, being in a good mood, made sure she got a really good swallow. The party goes onto to chit chat just as before and it isn't until about an hour later that the acid starts taking effect.
"If anyone goes on a bummer, before you play the only man in the world game, sit down and I'll bring you some downers."
There are stony glances looking up at Laural. The guests have seated themselves on the floor on the pillows and a living-room-sized water bed. Everyone is in good spirits and no bummers can be anticipated.
"What did she say?" asks a young woman.
"She said if you go on a bummer to talk to her she had some downers," replies her date.
"O good, that's nice to know, I'm reeling and rocking right now, feel real fine."
"Good by the looks of everyone else were all in the same place."
The Lady Caroline gets the sex rolling by abruptly pulling out Lance's cock and starting to nibble on the end. Everyone seems to take this in stride and there is mutual petting and fondling of tits and cocks.
Laural stands up and takes her clothes off and then lays down next to Rodney. Soon the party is flowing and following Laural's lead. After about fifteen minutes there are thirty naked people laying around trying to interpret their trips. The conversation gets really slow and low and people are amusing themselves with their own patterns of speech. The Lady Caroline even slows down a bit with the blowjob she's giving and relaxes a bit. Soon everyone is moving very rhythmically to the sounds of Johnny Mathis, a big hit, with the crowd. Really camp, as they say.
Laural is in Rodney's arms and they are fondling each other's penis and cunt.
"How do you like it?" asks Laural.
"It is very different, everything seems to be amplified a thousand times."
"Yes wait till you have an orgasm. Too fucking much."
"Too fucking much?" questions Rodney.
"Yeah, you'll suck on anything in about an hour-pussy, cocks, assholes of people you don't even like."
"I will?"
"Yes, and you'll start on mine. Roll over."
Laural gets Rodney to roll onto his knees on the water bed. She leisurely gets behind him and starts to lick on his asshole. Soon she can feel someone licking hers and also that others are getting themselves into the daisy chain for a good licking.
Laural sucks on Rodney's balls and tickles his asshole. His feelings for the woman in front of his nose is that she has a marvelous pussy and he is engrossed in making her feel his rapture. She is genuinely tugging on the cock of the man she is facing, and she starts sending her tongue darting up his asshole. It seems in no time everyone is licking someone's asshole and there are little sighs and echoes of gratification.
The acid has taken over the visual communications and the concept of thinking is foreign, just where it should be to Laural who is enjoying getting her ass reamed by a marvelous tongue.
"O yes, O yes, O yes," she chants.
Soon after there are twenty-five to thirty, 'O yes' heard rotating around the room. Soon the asses lead to cocks and cunts and everyone is loaded with something to suck on. There are the familiar sounds of pleasure bounding off the walls. One young girl of Laural's age has never been to an orgy before and her pussy is just breaking in pieces, she is the first to come and her sighs are like a thundering waterfall in the ears of the rest.
About ten heads turn and watch as the young woman starts to spasm and her cunt starts running, her legs moving wildly in a quick spastic lurching. She holds her head in place so that she can accept the cock that is entering her mouth and she only moans louder with each smashing flow from within her.
Laural tries to keep an eye on everyone and with her own face filled with Rodney's cock it is hardly simple. She can feel her own body moving around the room, astral traveling and jacking off everyone in the room.
Another woman starts to come and the voice is familiar to Rodney. It is the Georgian Mince. She is humming a loud, high-pitched whistle drowning out the moans of the first young woman. Soon there are others, a man with a receding hairline starts to come and his wad shoots out and deep into Lady Caroline's mouth. He sounds like a super passionate creature for he whistles when he comes. His high pitched whistle is something like the sound of the Georgian Mince's, but a little deeper.
"O my God, I'm coming, O my god, O my o my...." says one lady about halfway between Laural and her mother.
"O meeee tooo, O God, OOO it's great," says another woman.
Soon orgasms are flowing and cocks are being tilted down throats and come is sent shooting into the air. Laural keeps pumping her young head on Rodney's cock and feeling a flair for entertaining she times his orgasm to the second. Removing her head on the up stroke she shifts his cock out in the direction of the mass of bodies and she laughs aloud, "Look at this."
Rodney doesn't know it but Laural has pointed his cock straight into the crowd and his orgasm pumps and leans forward and shoots three feet into the air. It comes down on shoulders and hips and other parts of the human anatomy. There are gasps of wonder at the sight.
"Did you see that?"
"Now let me try that," says another voice. "What was it?"
"That man's orgasm. Well it shot clear into the air like a gun."
Women are now pointing their faces into the middle of the crowd where Laural is licking bodies anywhere and everywhere she pleases, trying to lick up Rodney's come. Soon there are more propulsions and Laural feels tongues all over her body. Men and women are licking each other waiting for the best shot of all. Soon everyone is watching as Lance is about to explode. His eyes are riveted to the back of his head as the Lady Caroline and another woman work over him diligently. Both women remove their mouths and watch the jet stream come explode into the air. Laural catches almost half of the first pumping shot in her mouth and the rest the Lady Caroline sucks up for herself.
People start to roll naked in their own come and there are shouts of, "This is fantastic! What a party!"
Laural is nibbling on a huge fat cock, her mouth full to the hilt, and another man is standing up and getting sucked off while another woman licks his asshole.
"This is great. I have never seen anything like it, even in France."
People are laughing and showing each other how sexually proficient they are. Two women are comparing blow job styles and giving each other tips. While they are doing that another man and his wife are sucking the same woman's tits.
"O, what beautiful tits."
"Yes, yes they're amazing."
Two men are working on Laural with their tongues, one has his up her asshole and another up her juicy cunt. People are staring at one another, and, women are kissing women, men are kissing men, and the Lady Caroline is kissing everybody. Two men have the Mince propped up in their arms and are eating at her delicious clit. Her head is back and absorbing a long slow fuck to the mouth.
Laural feels a strong lusting kiss on her snatch and looking down sees the eyes of her mother. Her mother's eyes are peaceful and pretty.
"I have always wanted to see how fine you were, you really are," says the Lady Caroline.
Laural just smiles back and kisses her on the mouth. Lance is still counting fireflies in his mind as another woman is working on his sagging cock. For about a half hour there are only salutations and flippery bodies flicking their tongues back and forth in each other's pubic areas.
"O man, what a fucking cock! Look at this fucking cock!" howls one woman.
Eyes go over to the voice and Ginger Hartel is holding a man's extended penis between her hands, she is fondling it like a special gift at Christmas.
"O, it is so beautiful, so warm and long and beautiful."
People smile at the sight and return to their interests. People are laying with their heads back and staring through the skyline into the bright sky. Several groups of women are into sliding their tongues in and out each others asses and cunts. And one older man is fellating the fallen Lance. Another man comes up and over a body to send his hardened cock into the man sucking on Lance's mushroom.
Rodney for the first time tastes a male cock and likes it. He saturates the smaller thin cock with his saliva and pumps and pulls on it like he would his own. There are giggles and much merriment as the night moves on.
Orgasms are at random now and most of the people watch when they hear the first signs of a good climax. Lady Caroline is on the verge and all eyes go to her as she is fellating a young stud while another man is fucking her in the ass.
"Oooo," she is moaning and humming.
The crowd watches as the man in the rear pulls his cock out and then back in again. To Laural's surprise and to many others there is another cock going into her pussy. She has the three in one.
"Look at mother! Three at once."
Just as she gets off, the man in front comes in Lady Caroline's mouth. Her head sags down and she lets out a moan that could only be determined animal. A low sensuous howl of animal delight. The man who is fucking her furiously up the ass is coming and people push him with their hands not wanting him to fall out.
Rodney quits sucking the dick in his mouth long enough to break the man's fall and there is sperm squirting all over. The Mince is quick to spread her thighs as a man surges his cock between them. The men are all ripe for their second orgasm. Most of their cocks are hard as they begin to fuck some strange or not so strange cunt.
Laural has people in line to get to her but right now there is an older man giving her pussy a fine warm fuck. His movements are long and slow and with everyone of her movements he increases his tension. They have begun what in some social circles they call a marathon.
People turn and comment, whispering the word, "marathon" to each other. Now there are ten men on top of one woman, ten men on the bottom of another, and another ten or so engaged in homo/hetro activity.
There are crashing sighs and long heavily repeated breathing patterns, everyone is cruising for love and their cruise is one of top priority. Anything goes and will go before the night is out.
The acid has shifted to its peak and gone beyond, now the colors state their mind. People are staring at one another as much as they are fucking them. They seem to get involved with details they never would have before. One woman is licking everyone's toes, one at a time. Another is holding two men's cocks in her hand and measuring each with her tongue. She goes to each man, excusing herself every time and measures his penis for length and width.
Another fetish that is common is smelling. Every pussy is being smelled and compared by two Englishmen. They taste every one with delicate distance, each placing a finger into an empty vagina long enough to tell, exactly what, no one knew, but they were amusing themselves.
"I would like to taste some urine," says the one Englishman.
"Male or female," asks the other. "Female, preferably."
Two women overhear the conversation and volunteer their services. Everyone that can watch as the two Englishmen lay their heads over the end of the bed and the two women gently unfold their vaginas and piss into their mouths. The women empty their bladders into the two consenting Englishmen. They decide that urine is too salty and doesn't have enough flavor for them. There is more laughter and when Lady Caroline tries to get three cocks in her mouth there are cheers of encouragement.
The best with the mouth award went to a very demure woman of thirty-five. To everyones surprise she had made it her business to suck every man's cock at least once. And she could be seen swallowing eight inch cocks, three inch cocks and nine inch cocks with ultimate ease.
She was sucking Rodney's cock and if you looked closely there was none of it to be seen. She had it buried deep in her throat.
"She is fucking amazing," said one woman to another.
"Incredible, just incredible."
"I never thought. Where is her husband."
"He is on Laural."
"Oh, yes, our little hostess. You know I'd like to suck her little clit a bit myself."
"Really."
"You know, I would too."
"Well isn't that a coincidence."
"Yes it is."
"Join me."
"Don't mind if I do."
The two women get in the sixty-nine position and start slurping on each others cunts like the first time they were screwed or had a cock in their mouths. Their passion incredible they sucked with sucking abandon that rekindled a fire in anyone who was even starting to get tired.
The Lady Caroline was off the bed and she was on the floor. Behind her were three men, the first one was in her ass, the next two were waiting.
"Where's my husband?" asked one lady.
"He's over there," pointed another. She was pointing in the direction of Lance who had a male mouth on the end of his hard cock.
"Well I'll be, that fucking queer," she said and went back to licking the Georgian Mince's foamy cunt.
The Mince laughed and looking over at Lady Caroline yelled.
"If they don't take care of that need I got something in my room that will knock you out."
The Lady Caroline didn't hear her she was too absorbed in the great anal fucking that was going on. She was prompting the men with hard tugs on their balls and they were slamming heavy cocks up her rectal walls. She was really taking a fucking and the visions that were dancing in her head were all friendly. She could think of no better way to take it than in the ass. When the cock hit her button she would come like a racehorse. She almost wanted to thank the memory of Charles Patrick Gordon for turning her on to such a good thing.
But those memories faded quickly as another load of hot come went splashing up her fucking asshole. People were starting to get real crazy now. Things were going on everywhere and with a strange mixture of personalities. There were quite a few truths gathered and shared. People who wanted to fuck so and so for so long finally got the chance.
The Lady Willerby a notorious Bostonian prude was licking and slurping up come from all the young danty ladies. She kept telling each one that she had wanted to suck their cunts for over a year now. The men she obliged with an occasional suck and fuck and a little asslicking but it was the girls who really turned her on.
She was laying with her head between one woman's legs and had another on top of her. From her position she could easily curl her tongue into two vaginas without much trouble. She was hell on the women. She didn't leave one alone until she had sucked and lapped them clean. Her favorite was Laural, but most of the men were occupying her time. Once in a fit of passion she lay down and started sucking Laural's soft tits and she came without the aid of any stimulation but that which was going on in her mind.
"Look at the Lady Willerby, she's humping the air."
"No shit look at her. Man how she can grind the cosmos in that cunt! O but she is grand in the order of orgies."
There were compliments handed around for good sucks and a few frowns when a woman expected too much from a man whom she thought would be such a fuck, and vice versa. Lance was a total loss, he didn't move from his first place too often and when he did one or another man or woman whichever was closer would quickly saturate his body with kisses.
The Georgian Mince started blowing Ralph, the butler, who had walked in unexpectedly. He had forgotten his briefcase. The Mince didn't recognize Ralph at first, but the solidness of his cock attracted a load of admirers. The Mince was huffing and puffing his cock while a short woman from Philadelphia with a long tongue was reaming his asshole, and this was before Ralph could get his trousers down and off his feet.
Ralph looked around at the naked people and couldn't believe his eyes. His cock was being shoved and tucked into the lips of his boss and the once fragile Ralph now became a satyr. He managed to get his trousers off and settle into a good blow job while he checked out the red and black and blond pussy hairs around him.
The woman that was fucking his asshole with her tongue was an expert and when he turned to see who it was he was shocked to see an ex-employer of his. She was too busy to recognize Ralph as the man whom she once fired for indecently exposing himself to her daughter.
Rapid Ralph pulled his asscheeks further apart so that the woman could get a good mouthful. He tried to flash a fart but he couldn't and it wasn't long before he was tumbling on the floor while the Mince held his cock tightly in her mouth. Ralph could hold back no longer and pulled the boss's face into his jism. She swallowed every last drop. And what was an act of aggression to Ralph was an act of supreme beauty to the tireless Mince.
And on and on it went until people started to drop like flies. The acid wore itself into a nice place and people evened out as the night wore on. The tireless and the indiscriminate, who were many, hung out for cheap thrills. Ralph being chased and bitten in the ass by his ex-boss. Rodney trying to fuck a male in the ass while getting it himself. It didn't work well for both assholes were too tight and the pain too intense.
Laural getting come upon by three men at once. Trying to find out who could come the first, the men were helpless but the people who watched gave the winner a sitting ovation, as they jacked off on the young beauty queen.
And the Lady Caroline, in the corner growling like a dog screaming for more reaming. She was a sight to behold. Ralph was on her and breaking her down when most of the people were drifting off going wishy-washy to the music.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The party was the social hit of the season. Everyone talked about it to the right people. No one had a bad time. Laural was getting calls for more acid and she was making some extra spending money. Her mother was being fabulous to her and she could have as many people over as she wanted, which was a lot for Laural, for like her mother she has an insatiable appetite for sexual activity.
Every night she would have some type of orgy or another and each one was better than the last. She liked breaking in new chicks and guys and to get to go to her parties was like being invited to the White House, so to speak.
The Lady Caroline would occasionally drop in and service a few boys with her charms, and she was welcomed in the crowd because she had so few inhibitions. She would suck and fuck just about every friend Laural had in the next couple of months.
Because of the party a few people broke up their tangled lives to join others with just as tangled existence, if only for the sexual thrills. Ralph, the butler, was put on commission and was hired out as great fuck to older women who needed some attention.
He loved the job because he hated older women and could lash out some of his hostilities in their mouths. They loved him all the more because their husbands had long lost their interest in oral activities while theirs was just now peaking.
Laural started talking and socializing and fucking a lot of black dudes and at first her mother didn't like it but after she tried it even she was saying, "It's cool, far out and right on."
She didn't want Laural to marry a black dude but she didn't mind her fucking them as long as she turned her on to the best. Mother and daugh ter were working out a strong relationship.
Rodney went completely gay. He looked down at women totally. He wouldn't have anything to do with them and he became a big hit in gay circles for his great cock and witty sense of humor. Rodney always was "cute," as Laural put it.
Time for Lady Caroline came to a standstill, for such was their lot at birth. But now the flavor of their conversations were full of sexual candor. No more hidden vases and vices, no more slander behind another's back. If you wanted to fuck someone you asked them out front. It wasn't rare to find a couple sucking and fucking in the midst of a cocktail party. They were considered the really liberated.
Not was so up in Canda though for the cops were still on the trail of Gordon, Ruth, Charlotte and Sparrow. Things were pretty tense. Ruth and Charlotte were both getting bored with all the revolutionary rhetoric and wanted to spend some of the big money in big places. Sparrow and Gordon had decided to lay low for a year and then contact a good plastic surgeon, find a new identity and then spend money like water.
We will join them now high in the Rockies in a small two bedroom cabin. It's about six months later and they have grown stale with one another but not lifeless.
"Gordon I wish you wouldn't let the dog in during the day," says Ruth taking her mouth off the head of Sparrow's dick.
Sparrow is reading a copy of "Revolution 78," and can't be bothered by the repeated bickering between Charlotte and Gordon. He pushes her head down on the helmet of his cock to shut her up. She mumbles something incoherently and goes back sucking, making the all too familiar pop and gurgle sounds.
Ruth is outside in the snow wondering what went wrong with her organic garden. She is depressed when she comes in and the sound of Gordon farting doesn't help.
"I'm going crazy up here, I can't stand it anymore, I need to see some new faces."
Gordon rolls over and show her the face of his ass. j
"That's not funny, Gordon."
"O c'mere and let me lick your pussy, honey."
"That's all we ever do is fuck and suck day in and day out. Can't we even play cards."
"We can't risk going to the store and buying a deck. You know that, the agreement was that we would stay here for a year. We have all the food and booze and tampax we need so why don't you just shut up and wait like the rest of us."
"O, Christ, you're fucking nuts, I want some human contact."
"Try the dog," says Sparrow sarcastically.
"That fucking dog couldn't get it up if you gave him an enema."
"Not a bad idea, but he'd probably shit in the house."
"Don't give that dog no enema," screams Charlotte, taking her lips off the end of Sparrow's cock..
"I'm not, don't get worried. It was just a matter of speech."
"Well I don't want him shitting in the house."
"Well it was your fucking idea to get the dog in the first place."
"Bullshit, it was Gordon's."
"Well, you agreed."
"Like you."
"You agreed first."
"O forget it."
"Yeah forget it, Ruth, c'mon over and flip my cock and take your mind off things," says Gordon.
"I don't want to flip your fucking cock, you asshole. I want to get the hell out of here."
Gordon can see she is getting severe. He stands up and walks over to her and says to her face.
"No more, you dig it, we are in this together, when the year's up and the plastic surgery is over you can go anyway you want, but until then slam up your face, woman."
Ruth goes over and lays on the bed and pulls up her skirt and down on her long Johns and starts to masturbate.
"Man why do you masturbate when you have a man around," asks Charlotte.
"I don't like the man I have around."
"You never had to like them before we met them and you didn't go around masturbating then."
"That's different, I like masturbatintg now, so fuck off."
"Leave her alone," says Gordon. "We all have our silly little ways."
"How profound," says Ruth.
"Listen bitch one more word and you're in the snow."
"OK, OK, OK I'm sorry."
Ruth lays back, and the silence that has been a better part of their existence is back around them like an avalanche. The few books they brought to read have been read, they know each other backwards and forwards and the need for more stimuli is ever present.
Ruth picks at her clit and lays her head back and daydreams. Gordon picks up the one copy of "How to Survive in the Wilderness," and leafs through it for the thousandth time.
Charlotte goes on sucking the impotent Sparrow and he goes on combing his hair trying to figure out what he wants to look like. Gordon thinks about counting the money again but they have done that a million times over. So he picks up the book on palm reading and starts tracing his life line again and again.
Ruth starts to moan in the corner and her orgasm is off and down into her red pubic hair.
"Was it a good one," asks Charlotte.
Ruth doesn't hear her over the moans she is making. Her thighs are quivering and her thin legs are above her head as she wiggles out the remaining drops of fluid. She relaxes and within five minutes is bored again.
"Was it a good one," asks Charlotte again.
"It was OK I thought about an old boyfriend of mine and it helped things out."
"Yeah, I know it helps to visualize a good scene."
"It was a bad scene but I like it."
"Whatever."
The snow keeps pouring down and the days pass in relative oblivion. Gordon hears from the plastic surgeon and a date is set up for him. The surgeon arrives and gets to fuck the two women as much as he wants and for a fifty-year-old man he is pretty virile.
Ruth is happy to have something else in her mouth and something else in her pussy. Charlotte and her almost kill the man with attention. After a month there they all hate him. He is dirty and always picking at his nose. The four of them walk around with bandages on their faces. When it is time to take them off the day is celebrated with a good bottle of rye.
Ruth and Charlotte can't believe the difference in their faces. The doctor has removed all the wrinkles and changed the texture and bone structure so that both women are a hundred times more attractive. They both suck his cock for hours on end and generally thank him the best way they know how. Gordon and Sparrow are also satisfied with the job he has done. He is paid off and told what will happen if they are caught or if he squeals. He seems to understand the nature of their business and agrees on the word of death that he won't say shit, if he can stay one more day and spend it in bed with the girls.
They all agree, even though Ruth is ready to get the hell out of there. The day passes with the paying off of the man and his one small orgasm and plenty of sucking on tits and the final touches to the passports and new I.D. cards. All they need now is a small camera and a transfer job and they can all take off.
The old man agrees to go into town and get a camera. He is gone most of the day and it isn't until two days later that the final touches on the photographs are made. The old man is smiling broadly as he leaves the cottage. The girls have promised to pose nude for him and he got some really great oral and anal shots.
He puts the pictures in his pocket and we never see him again. He later dies of food poisoning but that is of no consequence at all.
The girls are happy and the guys are stoic. They know that time for the split is near. Sparrow is a little jealous of the fact that Gordon came out of the plastic surgery looking much better than he did. Sparrow was better looking but he wanted immortality. He was indeed vain.
"Well how about we fuck and suck till Saturday and then we make our move. Saturday morning we'll divide the money and make our plans." Everyone agrees and the dog is barking as the girls undress and get together in the bed. They start off by finger fucking and French kissing and then get into some heavy oral activity.
Ruth and Sparrow get into the sixty nine with each other and Charlotte and Gordon do the same. After the first orgasm they switch and Ruth and Gordon get into the sixty nine and Charlotte and Sparrow do the same. It was the best way in the sexual long run.
After that the girls get into the sixty nine position with each other and the men lay back and watch. This rotation goes on until Saturday morning.
Saturday is cold but clear. They divide the money and then exchange plans.
"Ruth and I are going on to Monte Carlo," says Charlotte.
"Yes, we have decided to see the world, first class."
Both men nod looking from one to the other. "What are you going to do," asks Charlotte of Sparrow.
"Well, I thought of opening a barber shop somewhere in Toronto or Montreal."
The girls just look at him in amazed silence. Gordon was a little less shocked because Sparrow had mentioned something about his plans prior to this day.
Both girls sit down and stare at Sparrow.
"And, by God, what are you going to do?" asks Ruth of Gordon.
"Well now that I have had some time to think, I think I want more time to think and I am going to stay here with the dog and maybe write a book or something.
The girls were gone down the road and out of sight within the hour. Sparrow left a little after that.
Gordon was left alone and thinking. For the first time in his life he felt great about himself.
He had made a decision and stuck to it. His mother had always told him to stick to his guns and that he was doing. And anyhow there was this little country gal in town who was giving him the eye every time he went to check on the mail. He just might stop down and give her a whirl.
No rush though, and he pulled out his pencil and pen and started writing a novel. It got boring after a while and within a week Gordon was as horny as a fucking mustard toad. He'd jacked off at least sixteen times and he was indeed in need of a good fuck.
With his adrenalin running high he went to town. He stopped into the local store and saw the young gal. Her name was Sarah and she said she would like to go out with Gordon. He arranged to see her that evening.
Sarah was cute as a bouncing dumpling. All woman and with a good mind. Gordon was elated. He explained his changed face by making up a story about a skin disease. In a town this small there was no such thing as lies.
Gordon went and bought a jeep with some of his money and a present for Sarah. He sat in the local pub and waited the time out. When he was ready to go he went thinking only of Sarah.
They had dinner at the local tavern and watched some movies on the old picture box of Mr. Adams. Gordon could tell Sarah had a thing for him because when he put his arm around her she didn't pull it away but rather looked up into his eyes with her dark brown beautiful eyes and smiled at him. He kissed her a couple of times during the show and then afterwards went home and met her parents.
They were real down home folk and they hit it off right quick. After they went to bed 'Sarah showed Gordon her lovely body and he sucked on her pussy until she almost fainted.
"Gordon I ain't never had a man do that to me before, that was great."
"Well...."
"How about me doing the same for you."
Gordon gladly obliged and let the young tender Sarah learn her touch and come mouth sequence until he blasted it in her face. She was amazed at the size of his load.
"Wow, I never," she said wiping the come out of her eyes.
"You're not supposed to take your mouth off. You're supposed to swallow it."
"All of it."
"As much as you can."
"Fantastic, but it tastes real funny."
"You'll get used to it."
"What do you mean?"
"I want you and me to get married."
"O Gordon, that is fantastic."
"As soon as possible."
"I can't believe it."
"It's true I have had my eyes on you some time now and I will ask your mom and dad tomorrow if it's alright."
"Why not wait a week."
"Whatever you say, but I do love you."
"And I love you."
The Lady Caroline had put the memory of Charles Patrick Gordon out of her mind and into her daily sexual life. She was no longer intimidated by anal intercourse. She was fresh anew and longer lasting too.
Charles Patrick Gordon had put city life out of his mind and had done something he had always wanted to do. He found someone who didn't think too much, like himself.
