Chapter 6
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.