Chapter 12
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.