Chapter 12
On our westward plane trip Winnie Jo struck up an acquaintance with Rena Felice, a stunning brunette of about thirty who obviously knew her way around the sex circuit. She'd been in Kansas City, she said, hostessing an introductory party between a number of swinging couples. She and her partner Rollo Haskell engaged in such social relations work she said, their headquarters being in San Francisco. She made friends with Win, drew from her the facts that we two sisters were on our own, and Win didn't like boys but I did.
I looked over the presentable young men on the plane, junior executives on expense accounts I supposed. One sat next to me on the aisle in the four-seat row I caught him glancing at my legs and breasts. The stewardess handed out free advertising cigarettes in miniature packages and as I don't smoke I passed mine on to the young man. His smile and "Thank you" were as far as we got. That was all right, I was still thinking of Rudy Mather.
At San Francisco International Airport we walked down the movable corridor to the waiting room for our flight, identifying ourselves by holding red handkerchiefs in our hands. And there came Bonnie Ringgold's agent Rudy Mather to meet us. I knew him at once as though my ESP had imaged him all along. He had chestnut hair, full and curly without frilly bristles, he was tall and rangy, had a proud walk like my dad he was the rugged-faced young man of my dreams, with lit-up smile for me. Oh yes, his bright brown eyes admired me with a close-up that said it was a splendid day, life and all the world was good, and he thought the shape and style of me very pleasing. "Yeah, a bullgut," Winnie Jo whispered "I was afraid of this. Don't pay any attention to him Carol or I'll spank you and ship you back to Bindale on the next plane."
She made a play for Rudy, chattered away to keep me out of it. We collected our grips and as we waited at the loading ramp for him to bring Bonnie's Pontiac station wagon around, Win told me fiercely, "He's contagious with some gruesome disease like smallpox or leprosy I can see it with my ESP, so don't you dare touch him, Carol, I mean it."
I knew Rudy had no terrible disease. What, he was contagious with shone in his eyes upon me, the sweet sickness, and I knew I had already caught it from him. I would touch him and he would touch me, our looks told Winnie Jo how we were drawn to each other, and she feared to lose me to him. For the first time in my life I had plunged deeply in love.
Win contrived to sit between Rudy and me on the front seat. She slipped her arm around me. "My sister and I are very close. We never go out with boys." Rudy only chuckled, exchanged a quick look with me in which we simultaneously expressed "Who does she think she'd kidding?" He wore an expensive brown sports jacket, a golden shirt, flannel trousers of a gray and russet design.
"What a persnick!" Winnie Jo said later in our room. "If they put him out in a corn field chopping weeds with a hoe I'll bet he wouldn't look so gut-ball."
"Mmm, he'd delicious. He's going to drive me to San Francisco in the morning." Bonnie's big house was in Burlingame, about twenty minutes commuting south of the city I'd get a job at telephone selling, I was used to phone work and although I'd not earn much I could come and go at my own hours, not be tied down.
"Then I'm riding with you," Winnie Jo said. "I promised Rena Felice I'd look her up. She's a night woman though, said not to come around to her apartment before noon."
"You'd better stay out of her bed."
"Piddle. You should talk after you've corrupted me with your tricks until my pussy knows your tongue as well as it does my middle finger."
We had enough left from the two thousand and some other money that we'd no immediate financial problems even without touching the big chunk. I'd be earning some and I didn't want Win to be talked into swinging dates that were the equivalent of commercializing the cunt.
Sure enough Rena Felice was in the business. Worrying about my sister I called at Rena's apartment myself late that afternoon. The black-haired beauty came to the door in her robe. "So it's you, Carol? How nice. Winnie Jo's in the bedroom. You know I love your little sister like mad? She'd swing like a star."
Win trotted out, stark naked, and not in the least regretful that she'd presented her pretty fifteen-year-old body to the woman sensualist to pleasure with as she wished.
She told me later, "We showered together, kissing, hugging and petting, we drank water that dripped off our pubic hair. Then Rena gave me the most divine lickings, all over my crotch and brownie, she sucked and nibbled my toes. She has an electric vibrator that fits over her hand and whe-ewww! The feelies! Honestly after that when her hot tongue was lapping my clitty I was punching and moaning and you can bet the peaks came bumper to bumper."
"How's she built?"
"Pretty slick, although her stomach sticks out a bit and she has a scar across her hindy where she says some jealous dyke cut her. With her big-mama hips she'd be pretty heavy on me I guess so I lay on her when we rubbed pussies. She has a perky tuft of black hair on her mound but she's depilated herself on the sides of her slit, right there she's barer than Miz Blossom . She's promiscuous like you I'm afraid, screws with men although she said she could go for me better than for any man.
"She told me a U.S. Senator and a lot of snooty businessmen had put the old spike to her and I don't think she was lying either. She showed me a couple of action pictures with herself on top and you could see her cunny wrapping itself around the stalks of their dingers up into her. The men's shaggy pubic hair looked absolutely super-crud.
"She said one of the monsters was a big union boss and the other a famous trial lawyer and I guess they were although I wouldn't know such goofs from the mailman, if the mailman happened to be pig-poking with his dicky.
Rena wants us to meet her partner, Rollo Haskell, and fix up dates where we could make good money. I told her you were making a ninny of yourself over some jerk out of Bonnie Ringgold's but I'd try to reason with you."
I scolded my sister and of course that's just what she wanted, to fight, say she was sorry make up and come to terms. "I'll give up Rena Felice if you'll tie a can to Rudy Mather?" I promised nothing. According to Mandy the other Ringgold secretary, I ought to have a legal guardian appointed for Winnie Jo to protect her, but I knew if she wouldn't mind me she'd not obey any stodgy stranger.
Rena Felice went completely ape over Winnie Jo did her best to bring me to intimate cuddling as well. I tongue-kissed with her while she gave me stroking pats on the seat of my panties, that was all. She flattered me said she was sure Win and I would especially appeal to socializing lonesome couples, tourists and roving swingers.
I was too much in love to concern myself with letting some middle-aged girl-buyer screw me while his wife gorged herself on Winnie Jo's pussy. I met Rudy Mather in the garage and we were alone together for the first time. Needless to say we wasted not a minute before we were kissing, snug in each other's arms. When his legs meshed in hard with mine I didn't back off or pretend not to like it.
He shifted uneasily and I asked him if there was anything wrong. "Wrong? I was only conscious of your virginal thigh, baby. The way my leg was pressing. You must have felt it too?"
"I felt, uh, your manhood denting my leg, Rudy." I thought it politer to call it his "manhood" instead of his prick, although in Bonnie's household everybody talked pretty strong. "In high school I had a nice-girl reputation yet in the strictest sense I guess I can't truly call myself a virgin."
In the strictest sense I could confess I'd been screwed to climax by my father, by Mel Blossom, and a dildo, I'd gone nooky with three women and girls, including my sister. I though I'd kept that part of my life secret, I didn't want to scare Rudy and lose him.
He said, "I don't want to lose you, honeybun." It was as though our thoughts and emotions meshed together like our bodies. He hugged my breasts against his chest. "You can imagine in my job I've met a lot of show biz easy-living people and inevitably there've been intimacies."
"Including Bonnie herself?"
He turned away, batting a hand at me. "A guy can't talk about it, you know that, Carol."
"All right darling." So he'd had it on with her. I liked Bonnie and didn't feel very jealous, not yet. "I suppose entertainers are lonelier than you'd think, snatch at whatever happiness comes their way. But you can get out of the racket can't you? You have higher ambitions I'll bet?"
We had our arms around each other while Rudy said he'd like to buy into a tomato growing project it was a coming thing and I was enthusiastic. I know something about such deals, but then I spotted Mandy and Winnie Jo coming. Win didn't want me out of her sight when Rudy was around. Before we parted he stroked my behind and I gave his hand a squeeze. Sharp-eyed. Win saw it, rushed up and dug her thumb into my ribs.
Two days later Rudy asked me if I'd meet him at the apartment of Tucket, a minor actress Bonnie had befriended. She was expecting an important COD package and as she was doing commercial work she couldn't be there to receive it.
I knew pretty well what would happen if I spent an hour or so alone with my darling in that Bush Street apartment, yet I couldn't stay away. It was a dinky place that still cost Tucket two-twenty a month Rudy said, "Between assignments she's been known to accept money presents from men, that's why she needs a private apartment. Pretty grim the way girls trying to make it in show biz have to put out but that's how the bed bounces."
Rudy and I honeyed very close together on the chesterfield making the old springs creak His mouth pressed to mine, my tongue slipped in between his lips, and his hand down in my loosened blouse stroked a bare nipple. But then the COD package arrived. He had to get up and attend to it. Before we could settle down to kissing again Fred and Hettie, a pair of small-time entertainers, showed up.
As Rudy said and I was to learn in my brief acquaintance with the Ringgold star, there were endless people like Fred and Hettie on the fringe of show biz. "They try to borrow money, look for favors and inside casting info; "they'd stab any back or kiss any ass for a boost in the profession." Fred and Hettie were fortyish ginned up, grim and sad behind their gay front, and I'm sure Winnie Jo would have called them a pair of stinkers. Hettie threw her arms around my darling, plastered her mouth on his, and thrust hard with her wriggling middle, of which she packed more than a weight-watcher ought. "Isn't he beautiful?" she gushed.
"Beautiful!" Fred grinned and rolled his eyes.
"Aren't you and Hettie married?" I'd understood their last name to be Kleinhart.
"Sure," Hettie said between kisses with Rudy, "but that gash hound of mine would trade me for a cup of coffee."
Or pimp her out, I thought, to buy favor with Bonnie Ringgold's agent.
"Four porno movies he's starred in," Hettie went on, "and they treated his old prick with so many chemicals to make it stay hard I was afraid they'd dissolve it. Thought to myself that's where the cocky crumbles. Ha ha!"
"And ironically my iron rod is better than ever." Fred patted over the bulge it made in his pants, winked at me, made a fucking gesture with his finger, and I knew I'd have to do something to save Rudy from those dopes. The woman was trying to climb up him, with her skirt hiked to show her panties and garter belt. "Producers cry for Fred Kleinhart's victorious cock." the actor said, leering at me. "A lot of impotence going around, you know what I mean? So whether they want it for themselves or for their wives remains open for negotiation. But I'm really not hard to deal with." He tried to hold in a belch but it came, reeking of gin. They toadied up to Rudy but sized me as an outsider so they'd scare me off with dirty talk.
Okay, Miz Blossom had grounded me along that line. "Say Hettie," I said, "you'd better be careful how you rub up against Rudy. He's just come down with a dose of clap."
Abruptly Hettie pulled back her stomach. "A dose? Gawd! No, you must be kidding?"
"All we know is what Dr. Schulz said, huh Rudy? If you doubt my word I'll let you talk to the doctor, or his nurse anyhow " I went to the telephone and started to dial a number at random.
But just as I'd hoped Hettie was convinced without talking to Dr. Schulz. "Save it, Vinnie went to that prick sticker. The damnedest thing. How'd you catch it, sweetheart? Gawd I've heard there's dozens of cases of it right here in the city and in the south swinging groups have made it an epidemic. Rosen caught the syph from a choir singer, can you tie that?" Hettie crossed herself.
"Ah, you remember that wild party out at Irene's?" Rudy improvised. "Just one of those things."
"Surely Irene didn't give you a dose?"
"Not Irene. Ah. Tessa I think her name was."
"I know that Tess! Pretty but she's a turtle." Hettie slashed her hand horizontally as though cutting Tessa's throat. "You ought to report her to the police. And be sure you don't go within ten miles of the slut, Fred."
The pair of swingers left a moment later. Fred took time to draw me to one side. "You're a pretty swell little actress." The way he grinned. I knew he hadn't fallen for my yarn about Rudy's dose of clap. "It's okay sugar. Keep in touch, I have connections that could set you up in a big way."
As soon as we were alone Rudy took me by the shoulders and shook me. "All right, where did you learn about doses of clap? Not in Bindale High School?"
"Why not? Anyhow I got rid of the pests for you, didn't I?" I swished with him in a hug that threw him off balance.
"Umm. Don't tell me Dr. Schulz really exists?"
"Of course he exists. When I was selling by telephone this morning a crazy woman or man with a woman's voice answered a call, you never know what weirdo you're going to get on the line. He or she told me, Take this down, it's vitally important. I have a dose of clap and I need money for treatments with Dr. Schulz.' And Hettie had heard of him."
Rudy had to burst out laughing. For a moment he had frightened me, with his beetling brows, bristling so with male pride and arrogance, but now he kissed me soundly and the spank he delivered was loving-marvelous.
I asked him "Just who is this Tessa?"
"I don't know her any more than you know Dr. Schulz. Just a name I happened to think of."
"Tessa's a turtle." I was scolding him but hugging him at the same time. "The next Irene's wild party you go to you'd better take me along. I'm your girl aren't I? I want to be your girl, Rudy."
"Yeah and looks like I'm hooked. And because you are my girl I don't want you fooling around with creeps like Fred. I saw you two whispering together. He was trying to set up something with you wasn't he?"
"Only in a creepy sort of way He let me know he didn't believe you're diseased, said it was all right, he was on my side, what's wrong with that?"
"Probably nothing." Rudy lifted me off my feet, sat down on the chesterfield with me across his lap . "You don't know how those dogs sniff at a connection, your being a friend of Bonnie Ringgold's." He kissed me hard, whether in forgiveness or to show his authority I couldn't guess. I loved it anyhow.
"Keep showing your authority, sir," I told him, "it's all right." And he bruised my mouth again I caught my breath, felt my heart racing at the way he held me. "You... you were sure bucking for Hettie's fat bottom the way you hiked up her skirt." I became well aware right then that Rudy's hand was moving high on my own thighs.
"Are you calling me an ass-man?" His voice thickened. "Hell, I plead guilty. Yours is a gem, flawless and serene in its heavenly curves."
Mmm I thought of Miz Blossom calling me "Apple-ass." But I mustn't ever mention Miz Blossom to my darling. Not let Winnie Jo snitch either.
He stroked the curves around my crotch. "If your sweet ass wasn't enveloped in pantyhose I'd be kissing it all over."
I pushed at the hand getting too familiar with my inner dips, but not unrelentingly He was stronger! "After all, darling! Ohh umm... well .. would you rather I wore lace panties and garter belt?"
"Good for when we're alone together, sugarbun. But with those minis my girl wears she'd better stick to pantyhose when she's out in public. Sure lots of chicks put out the old crotch view these days but my girl had better not. As for Hettie, she's an old trouper and she exhibits her slick tail in lace ruffles and garter belt because what else has she got that's sensational?"
"Big boobs?" This shifted Rudy's line of inquiry upward. He was pulling off my sweater blouse, and as usual I wore no bra.
Rudy buried his face between my breasts, kissed my nipples till I jiggled my legs and squealed. "Geez, Carol. I don't deserve these So young and perfect they make me feel old at twenty four. Hettie's? Don't mention them in the same breath, hers droop over dry hard skin."
I knew without his admitting it that he must have explored every inch of Hettie's naked body that he'd screwed her, and also this Tucket whose apartment we were in. He'd probably put the prod to lots of women Don't let that bother me now! Because I was only too well aware that as soon as he could get to me Rudy was going to make me his.
We did it right there on the chesterfield not wanting to drag Tucket's bed from the closet, leave indications -semen drops for instance that would give us away.
My skirt, pantyhose and underpants came off, leaving me naked for Rudy to stroke and kiss. In a thrice he was naked himself. I loved his build, tapering up to his broad shoulders, and I loved that scrumptious big penis I'd felt against my leg and belly. Mmm it stood out like a soldier on parade. I wanted to kiss that darling prick, but I was afraid to on our first fuck. He had a lean body not too hairy, and his legs were as trim as a male dancer's.
He didn't go down on me, there in Tucket's apartment, but his kisses on my hindy nuzzling and licking, had me whimpering wanting more. Criminy! I had little orgasms even before the moment came when he mounted me. I held his pecker in my hand, feeling its throb, and I guided it into my pussy The head poked hard through the small opening-then utter delight! I hugged the man I loved down against my belly and felt the staff of heaven in me all the way.
"Lover, lover!" I couldn't help giving -in to him with my whole body and thrust. Win would be screaming, "You're humping up for it like a house afire!" My legs and privates worked so smoothly with Rudy's we might have been dancing. He fucked me for forty minutes!
I was glad then that he'd had experience knew how to time it so well, easing along with magic thrills, then gradually quickening his pace. So strong he never seemed to tire. And I felt I'd surely be happy forever in his arms and with his cock in me.
I told myself this was my true lover at last. Daddy had been driven by his savage lust when he'd screwed me, practically mindless, and Mel Blossom had soon been panting raggedly with the exertion of middle-age, but Rudy and I fitted together without all that friction, we belonged. My bare hindy pressed so hard into the rough tapestry of the chesterfield that the cloth printed its pattern on my skin. I didn't care. Bounce me, put it, put it! The longer Rudy screwed me the more I loved him.
I had little moments, then the big one-dear Lord, I was glad I came before he did. I was so high I gloried at my sweetheart's cock being still hard inside my cunny and finally spending there.
I held him on me as long as he would stay. When he slid off, stood up leaned to kiss me, I said, "I wish you'd just made a baby in me. I'm not knocked up don't worry, but that's what I wish, that you'd want to father my baby and we'd be partners the rest of our lives."
But my frankness instantly put him on his guard, he remained the wary bachelor. "You're not angling to put me under permanent contract?"
"I'm just saying you're my darling, Rudy Anyhow, name me one way I wouldn't make you a good wife?"
"Did I say you weren't a winner's prize?" Careful though to avoid such words as "wife" and "marriage" he laughed with brash assurance that affronted and yet somehow pleased me.
"We'll make it go yet, you'll see."