Chapter 3
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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.