Chapter 5
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.