Chapter 6
The summer passed quickly and fall came. The Butler kids and the Logan kids were home from camp. School started again. Dora and Mitzy were again mothers first and foremost during the daytimes. They had to pick up the kids and feed them and cajole them into doing their homework. They had to make dinner for their husbands and do the shopping and the wash. They had to make sure everyone had new clothes, and make birthdays.
But in the midst of all this flurry of usual activity, there was a difference. Now, at least once a week, the Logans and the Butlers dropped their conventional suburban roles and were swingers.
Usually they sent the Logan kids over to the Butlers' house to spend the night with the Butler kids, or vice versa, but one way or another, the parents got a house to themselves.
Not only had the husbands sent in their wives pictures to the amateur erotic photo contest, which they were still eagerly awaiting the results of, but all four of them had taken a group portrait of themselves, naked and in various positions and they had sent their portrait in to the back pages of many different magazines.
They advertised themselves as "Two Adventurous Couples" looking for like-minded couples to play and perform with.
One week in September they got their first response to an ad.
Frank called up Ben at the office and told him he had an answer to their ad from a couple named the Katzenheimers.
"Ralph and Bettina." said Frank over the phone, reading the letter he had received. "There's a great photo enclosed of Bettina sucking Ralph's cock. Hey the girls will like these two. Ralph is really hung."
Ben laughed and told him to call them up and invite them over.
They were supposed to come over Friday but never did. Instead, about midnight, they received an anonymous phone call telling them they were dirty sinful disgusting people who should be struck down by the wrathful hand of God.
They all had a good laugh, and Ben actually achieved orgasm while listening to the fundamentalist message on the extension line, so it wasn't a total waste, but still they began to feel lonely and isolated in their appreciation of kinky group sex. Were they no other couples who felt the way they did in Westchester County?
Norman Jekyl boarded the train a copy of the latest issue of Beaver Hunt wrapped discreetly in the pages of his Financial Times. He was late coming home this evening and was happy to find the train car he boarded pretty empty. He was able to get a window seat without anybody sitting next to him which meant he could peruse through his new girlie magazine.
He never had the nerve to do it when someone was sitting next to him.
Norman Jekyl was a very handsome, and successful young stockbroker. He flipped through the pages of the features. This month featured Lynette, the nymphet, Tammy and Norma.
Norman lingered over Norma. How interesting it would be, he thought, to find a girl named Norma. Norman fucks Norma. The mere idea turned him on as he looked at the glossy color pictures of Norma. She was a cute little blonde with an enormous twat which was wet and juicy all the way through the photo display.
He was getting hard right there as the train rumbled past the suburban towns when suddenly someone sat down with a thump right next to him.
It was a girl and she had a big guitar case and she was trying to shove her guitar case under the seat in front of her.
Norman quickly closed Beaver Hunt and opened the Financial Times. Out of the corner of his eye he angrily surveyed this intruder who couldn't have picked any of the other men in this car to sit down next to.
When she finally got her guitar at least partway under the seat in front of her, she turned to him with a bright smile and said, "Why'd you put away your girlie magazine mister? Afraid I might be something I liked?"
He gave her a disparaging glance and didn't bother to respond.
She was definitely not his type. She was a punk rocker and had short electric green sawed off hair. She wore gobs of dark black eye make-up and skin tight alligator pants and spiked high heels. She also had on bright red lipstick and she was chewing a big wad of pink gum in a most obnoxious manner.
"Miss, do you mind if I ask why I have the misfortune to be the person you chose to sit next to? What did I do to be so unlucky?"
The punky girl burst into screechy reams of laughter.
Norman the stockbroker noticed that she was well-endowed in the bust department for the purple and yellow polka dot blouse she was wearing was just barely able to cover her tits. One button in the center of her chest was really straining to do its job.
"Oh, I always like to sit next to stockbrokers who hide copies of Beaver Hunt in the pages of the Financial Times. That's what Wall Street is all about, isn't -it anyway, Charlie? Beaver Hunt? One way or another, all buying and selling amounts to johns and call girls. It's all one big beaver hunt."
"I'd hardly agree with you," Norman said haughtily looking at the tight triangle at her crotch where the skin-tight material pulled across her flesh.
"What's a matter, mister? You embarrassed about cunt or something? I thought you Beaver Hunters were all liberated." She laughed.
The conductor came by to get her ticket. The conductor was a young blonde man with a friendly face.
The punk rocker looked up at his friendly face with a big friendly smile of her own and said, "My friend here will buy my ticket. I'm going to West New Mount." And she sat back in her seat and looked out the window.
She actually expected Norman to pay her fare.
"I'll do no such thing," he said. "Conductor, I don't know this girl, and if I did believe me, I wouldn't pay for her."
"Okay girlie," the blonde conductor said. "Pay, or get off at the next stop."
"But I can't stop because I have a gig to do at a club in West New Mount tonight. And if I don't get there, I won't get paid."
"Touch luck, girlie," said Norman smiling happily. He always loved to see freeloaders get their due.
"Okay girlie, come with me. The next stop is coming up."
Norman thought the girl would make a scene but to his surprise she nonchalantly got up and went with the conductor.
Now that Norman had his seat back to himself again he contentedly opened his Beaver Hunt again. Suddenly he noticed that the girl had left her guitar under the seat. He turned around to call her, but she and the conductor had disappeared.
Jill, for that was the punk rocker's name, confidently led the conductor into the conductor's little compartment at the head of the car.
"Hey, Miss, what are you doing?" asked the blonde, but she just pulled him in after her.
She closed the door behind him as if he had just come into her home.
"I'll give you a blow job for a free ride to West New Mount. Gosh, you don't know how important this gig is to me. And you don't know how good my blow jobs are."
"I can't do that," the conductor began, but even as he spoke he knew he was willing for his cock was hard.
Jill opened her own pants and pulled them down. It was not easy because they were so tight.
"Hey, I thought you said a blow job," said the young blonde man.
"I did. Don't you like to see a little pussy while you're getting blown?" she asked. She winked a big blackened eye at him and her green hair fell in her eyes.
"Sure," he admitted. "Only make it snappy, the next stop is coming up."
Jill took the conductor's hard cock out of his blue serge pants and began racing her tongue up and down over the sensitive rim of the head of his dick. She found his peculiar sensitive spots- everybody has them in different places, Jill knew, and she rubbed and licked these with extra care.
With one hand she spread her pussy so he could see it and then she sank her lips and mouth on his spear.
His cock was huge and engorged with desire immediately as he responded to the sexy bizarreness of the situation. The train was bouncing along the suburban countryside as Jill bounced the conductor's prick into her throat.
She held the shaft with her fingers and jiggled the vein that bulged half way up the shaft while her tongue licked hard and flat down from the head to the place where her fingers worked.
The blonde conductor groaned as he felt her saliva warming and sliding over his prod and he braced his hips against the compartment's metal wall and with his buttocks gave a shove that sent his prong halfway down her throat.
She squeezed his prong with her throat muscles so like the cunt muscles and his cock felt as if it was Christmas in September.
Jill scratched her bright green hair against his pubic hair and opened her mouth wider. She nibbled at the head of his prick and tasted the juice that nature provided the cock with to make fucking easier. But this was still not the juice she was working for.
She gave his cock little nips and her finger went for his scruffy balls. She palpitated them and rubbed them and tweaked them and felt a movement in them.
A simultaneous movement in the shaft of the prong told her that the height was not far away now.
She put her hands around the back of the lean handsome conductor until her hands found a convenient holding places on his buttocks and then she was able to shove his cock ever deeper and deeper into her throat.
Her throat was engorged with his meat and she slid up and down on it as fast as she could, her tongue all the while doubling back over on itself to lick him in addition to the slipping and sliding in and out of the throat.
The conductor was panting heavily now.
"One more moment! One more... hold on!"
Jill shoved him deep inside her sticky wet throat and sucked on him and felt his cock shoot. Suddenly she was gulping down cupfuls of the milky white substance. She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand when his cock was once again drooping against his pants.
Norman was surprised to wake up right before the conductor yelled up and down the car. Jill was sitting right back next to him again. She was pushing against his knee, trying to get her guitar out from under the seat.
"I thought he was going to throw you off the train at the last stop," Norman said.
The crazy girl looked up at him from under her bright green fringe. "I guess he changed his mind," she said. She licked her lips.
Jill and Norman got off the train together.
"So listen, man, let me give you the name of the place where I'm playing this week. It's called the Ugly Creep Club. On West Broad Street."
"Thanks, but I doubt I'll be there,"Norman said.
"Well, be sure to tell your friends about it. Some day I'm gonna be famous and then you can say you knew me when."
"Yeah, yeah, sure," Norman began walking in the opposite direction. He just wanted to go home, shower and go out to a bar and see if he could pick someone normal up. Why did the crazy ones always have to sit down next to him?
"Remember the name! Jill Lice!" the girl with the crazy fringe called to him down the full length of the platform.
"Oh, Mommy, Daddy, please can't be go! Please! Please! Jill Lice is playing there!" Penny and Bill Logan, Mitzy and Ben's kids, were pleading with their parents to let them go out to a club to hear a singer.
"Jill Lice? What kind of a name is that?" said Mitzy putting some toenail polish on the toe of a stocking to keep it from running.
This conversation had been going on all during dinner. Penny and Bill, now the ripe old ages of fifteen and thirteen respectively, were arguing with their parents for more privileges. They wanted to be able to go out in the evenings with friends.
"Absolutely not," said Ben, ever the conservative parent.
"Oh why not, honey," said Mitzy screwing the cap back on the bottle. "What harm could it do? After all, they'll be going with friends."
"No children of mine are going to a filthy dirty lewd club to hear a singer with a name like Jill Lice. Why do they name themselves these horrible names? What ever happened to nice names like Bing Crosby, or Ginger Rogers?" Ben Was smoking a cigar after dinner. The children had just finished clearing the table.
"No one has fantasy names like that anymore, Daddy. You're so behind the times," said Penny, a lovely, lithe, freckled fifteen year old. She had bloomed that summer, and she had lovely firm breasts and a neat waist and figure now. "Singers give themselves hard, realistic names, like reality, these days."
"I don't see what's so realistic about lice," said Ben. He drew his fingers through his grey thinning hair. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe the kids and Mitzy were right. After all, he had gone through some changes in lifestyle this year himself. Maybe he shouldn't be so strict and prudish with his children. After all, they would have to learn how to judge people and situations, and take care of themselves, for themselves, and why not start now?
"Who are you going to go with? How are you going to get there? When will you be home? Where is this club? And what is the club's number?" said Mitzy. She was now pulling on the stocking and regarding it to see if the little itty-bitty run in the toe would show. Mitzy and Ben were hoping to have a good night tonight with Dora and Frank and some new people, a young couple, who had contacted them.
Bill gave his parents all the information they requested. Bill was a mature thirteen year old boy with many advanced interests. He had posters all over his bedroom of all the TV sex queens in their most publicized states of undress. He was very curious about what his parents did when they went over to the Butlers so often in the evenings. Bill had found magazines in his parents' bedroom that led him to believe his parents were not as uncool as he had thought.
Bill was sporting a scruffy little mustache and he lifted weights everyday. He had a good tough beefy build for a young growing boy.
A car pulled up in front of the Logan's house and honked loudly several times.
"That's them! Come on Bill! See you later tonight! Gee thanks Mom! Thanks Daddy!" Penny kissed her parents goodbye and hurried out the door before they could say another word.
"Do you think we should have let them go?" Ben asked Mitzy.
"Sure," said Mitzy straightening her garter and giving Ben a wink. "What could happen? They'll have fun, that's all. I hope the new man tonight is a looker," she said, and Ben looked down at the floor miserably, not at all sure that he liked this new way of life.
Penny climbed into the front seat of the car beside Raph, her high school boyfriend. Penny Logan had quite a reputation in junior high. She was one of those girls ,who would. With just about anybody. Right now, though, she was feeling very monogamous because she was in love with the cutest boy on the basketball team, and he liked her! That is, he knew he could get a nice piece off her, though he hadn't gotten it yet. He was counting on tonight.
Raph was six feet seven inches tall and all skinny muscle. He had a pony tail and he never wore anything but torn jeans and a dirty torn white T-shirt.
Penny thought he was the most beautiful boy she had ever seen. She calmly pushed aside the girls in the front and took her place next to Raph. Everyone knew she was his date. Raph was seventeen years old and had a car so he often ended up being a sort of carpool, taking everyone and their younger brother to whatever event was happening.
Bill climbed in the back seat. There were just some other guys back there. Trust his luck. He never sat down next to any angels who became infatuated with him. But maybe tonight he would get lucky.
It was already dark as they drove through the suburban streets to the Ugly Creep Club. It was the first punk club in the suburbs and it was a big hit.
It was painted all black inside and there were some revolving disco lights on the floor and ceiling and there were portraits of all the punk heroes painted on black velvet hanging on the walls.
Raph parked the car in the parking lot and everyone got out. Raph put his hand on Penny's thigh and restrained her.
"Let's wait here a minute after everyone leaves," he said to her, blowing cigarette smoke in her face.
"But we won't get a good seat, if we don't go in now. And I want to be sure I can get a good view of Jill Lice. I've never seen her before."
"Eh, she ain't so hot. Stay here," Raph squeezed her thigh with his long agile finger. It was dark and people were streaming by their car on the way from other cars into the club as Penny slid down on the seat between Raph's legs. She figured maybe if she just gave him a quick blow job, he would let her go in and find seats. She unzipped his fly.
Raph turned on her one of his most glowing smiles. She warmed his cock with her hot breath and felt the thing growing right there on the vinyl. She took his cock in her hands and breathed on it more closely, now allowing her tongue to lightly touch the throbbing rod. The veins in his cock were standing out, blue, now, and he was gritting his teeth.
"Stop teasing me baby. Put it in your mouth!" he said.
She put the long prong in her mouth and sucked on the upper half. She had only done this a couple of times before and was still perfecting her technique. She didn't understand how a whole lot more of his cock could go in her mouth, but she felt his hand pressing down on her head as if she were a basketball, and thy pressure of his hand forced his cock deeper into her mouth.
His cock hit the back of her mouth and then started forcing its way down her throat.
Penny lifted up off the prod for a moment. "Hey, what are you doing? Trying to choke me or something?" She pulled away from him.
She glared.
He smiled.
"Hey I thought you were the sophisticated little Penny Logan, who'll do it anywhere, anytime, anyplace." Raph laughed at her. He reached down to her blouse and tweaked her nipples under her blouse.
Penny pulled away again, offended and hit the back of her head on the steering wheel.
"Well, I don't know who told you that, but I do know that if you're going to try to push your thing so far down my throat you ain't gonna get nothing from me."
"Hey, girlie. I didn't take you out to get diddly shit from you. I said to suck me off and I meant it. I don't think you've ever really sucked anybody off before. I bet you 're really still a virgin too. You're just a little cocktease that's all, right?"
"I'll suck off your dick," said Penny indignantly. She grabbed his cock and stuck it in a paper bag that had been lying on the floor. Then, before Raph could make a move, she climbed over his legs and got out the door.
"Penny! Over here! It's about time- I didn't think we'd be able to save you this table much longer. Where's Raph?"
"Oh that creep. I don't know where he is and I don't care." She sat at the table her little brother had reserved for her. Bill was smoking a cigarette and stroking his little mustache. He had checked out all the girls and had his eye on one cute little blonde. She looked old- like about sixteen, but she was short enough to be shorter than him. She was sitting at the next table in a very short mini skirt and stockings. She noticed him looking at her and she crossed her legs self-consciously. She seemed to be sitting alone. Bill moved his chair closer, which was not hard because the club was very small and all the tables were very close together.
Penny was a little frightened when she saw Raph come in. He pushed his way through the tables and sat down in the empty chair next to her. Their table was right up front. He said nothing when he sat down and Penny said nothing either. But she looked at his biceps under his white T-shirt sleeve and after a moment she felt for his hand under the table.
The first set was starting. The band came on first: four men in tight black leather pants and dirty T-shirts came on and took their places behind their instruments: guitars and a set of drums.
They struck up a few dissonant chords while the emcee introduced the star of the evening, the hottest little punk number to hit Westchester County: "Give a big hand for JILL LICE!!!"
Everyone cheered.
Joints were being passed and Penny and Bill were smoking and drinking beer. Penny's hand was on Raph's hot number again by the time Jill Lice was launched into her first song, about puppy love.
"Puppy love, it's just real great, me and my puppy-boy, we can't wait!" wailed -Jill. She looked great that night in a tiger-striped, skin-tight outfit. She had dyed one half of her hair bright orange, and the other half was still green, and she wore her usual mask of black eye make-up. Her lithe body jumped and pumped to the sexual throbs of music punctuating her song.
Jill was rhythmically rubbing Raph's cock under his jeans. She glanced over at her younger brother and saw that he had actually managed to maneuver his chair over right next to the little blonde and had his hand on her thigh.
Bill was working his hand up the little blonde's thigh and he was absolutely delighted to discover that she was agreeable to this situation, she pretended to remain coy from the waist up, but she kept spreading her legs wider to allow Bill's inexperienced hand to creep up toward her crotch. When he reached the top of her stockings he thought he would have his first ejaculation while actually touching female flesh.
"Hey big boy, let's go out to your car," the charming little blonde leaned over and whispered to him. It was late in the night now, and Jill Lice and her band had been preaching to their disciples for hours. Bill had a ringing in his head. He welcomed the idea of getting out into the night. He looked around for his sister and her date and noticed for the first time that they had left. His head head was spinning. He looked at his little blonde girlfriend and smiled and gave her hand a squeeze. She had big hands for a little girl. She pursed her lips and pretended to blow him a kiss. They rose together and made their way out of the club.
The car was going up and down on its springs when Bill opened the back door and climbed in with his girl, who said her name was Lisa.
Penny and Raph were in the front seat in the midst of animal heat. Penny was blowing Raph but good now. Her face was down on his prong and her body was stretched out over his six foot frame, her cunt open in front of his mouth. He had been tonguing her for a while, but he had stopped now to enjoy the moments before his orgasm. He just pronged her cunt with his fingers whenever she did something special to his cock.
Penny had never done such an extensive blowjob before. Her jaws were aching and her tongue was aching and her neck muscles were aching and she thought he'd never come. Once she tried to stop, but Raph plunged his fingers into her pussy and started tweaking and stroking her like she had never been stroked before, and in a moment she was so hot that she found herself stuffing his cock down her throat real far before she knew what she was doing.
Bill, in the back seat with Lisa, was trying to get her to unveil her tits. He could feel them, hard and firm beneath her blouse, but she resisted his every attempt to unbutton her blouse.
Instead she opened his fly and reached in for his cock. Well! Bill had never had a girl do that to him before. He lay back and relaxed while her nimble fingers blew his cock up to its full size, and then with the stroking and caressing, blew it up a little bigger. The girl leaned over his cock and inserted it in her mouth. Bill groaned with pleasure as he felt her pretty little lips nibble his prong and then his prong sank deep into her mouth. She sucked him and the walls of her mouth felt to Bill just as good as he had always imagined it would.
She pulled and stroked and went down on his cock and he felt his tension building. When she tongued him while going up and down on him, he felt his coming draw near.
His balls tightened and Lisa squeezed the base of his shaft and suddenly he was exploding his cum into the girl's mouth. He felt the white stuff hit the back of her mouth and he heard her groan and he felt her mouth suck him and suck his hot white cum right up through his shaft. He was amazed at the healthy way she just drank it all down.
In the front seat Raph was pushing down on Jill's head. Every time he was just about to blow his wad, she lay off him and said she couldn't do anymore. Raph was getting mad.
"Don't you pull off again until I say so!" he whispered to her harshly in the dark. "Or I'll fuck you so hard girl, you won't know what happened to you."
Jill whimpered but he had her head in a tight clasp in his hands. Jill had never really swallowed cum before and now she was going to have to do it.
His cock was so big and aching and swollen that her mouth was opened as wide as it could be and still it was not wide enough. She felt as if she were trying to swallow a basketball. She clamped down real hard and her tongue was doing double time on the head of the slick dick when suddenly she felt him ram his cock down her throat and hold it there, and she felt a sort of jumping in her mouth, as if a pistol were being fired.
She felt slimy liquid in her mouth and wanted to cough and move off but he held her head tight.
"Swallow it!" he ordered. "Suck it all down!"
She had no choice but to swallow and suck and then she was sucking down her first cockful of cum. It tasted hot and salty and kind of stale. She found it sickening.
"Ooooooooh, honey, that was so good! How did it taste! Did I come a lot?" he asked. Raph seemed to be so happy that Penny decided that maybe it hadn't been so awful after all.
Lisa was sitting pertly on the back seat now with her legs tightly crossed. She absolutely refused to let Bill get to her crotch.
"Are you a virgin, honey?" Bill whispered to her. "Don't be frightened. I am too. We can lose it together. I promise I'll be real gentle. Cone on, be a sport. I just want to pay you back for what you just did to me! That was real great!" and he leaned over and put his tongue in her mouth and they were locked in a long embrace in the back seat.
"Let's get out of here. Let's go somewhere!" said Penny in front. They seemed to have lost everyone else who had come with them, which was just fine with Penny and Raph. There was just her little brother Bill and the date he had picked up, that pretty little blonde, in the back.
They decided to drive to the park where they would have more privacy and a more appropriate setting than a parking lot, to continue with their activities.
Raph drove them to Lafollette Park. It was a long stretch of grass and it ended with a rocky coast right at the edge of the Long Island Sound.
Both couples climbed down to the rocks and then went off in different directions. Bill helped Lisa over the rocks. She was wearing high spiked heels and had difficult climbing in them. Again she sucked him off, but she wouldn't let him stick it in her and she wouldn't say why.
Jill let Raph put it in her and he pumped up and down on her while she held on to two rocks real tight. He really slammed it into her, and though it kind of hurt her, she felt she had gotten her money's worth for sucking him off earlier.
After a while, it was getting real late and she thought she and Bill had better be heading home. But they couldn't find Bill and Lisa in the dark. Penny went off to look for them, while Raph waited for behind a big boulder.
Meanwhile, Bill had gone off looking for Penny and Ralph. Brother and sister finally met on top of a giant flat rock and they stood there for a moment looking out at the water and listening to the sound the surf made as it surged against the rocks.
"Guess we'd better be heading back soon," said Penny. "Where's Lisa?"
"I left her over there, behind that clump of trees. I couldn't find you guys."
Penny and Bill went over to the clump of trees in search of Lisa. But she wasn't there any more.
"Is there anything funny about a girl who'll suck your dick but won't let you touch her?" Bill asked his older sister.
"She's either a virgin, or shy, or has her period. There can be all kinds of reasons why," said the worldly Penny.
"Well, let's see if we can find Raph now. He'll help us find Lisa," added Penny. She and her brother made their way through the warm dark night air to the boulder where Penny had left Raph. As they approached Penny suddenly put out her hand to Bill.
"Stop!" she whispered and she pointed.
In the darkness they could see the silhouette of a couple. One, a tall skinny man was sitting up with his legs spread and his head way back, his eyes closed, while the other person, a woman, knelt between his legs, her head over his crotch going up and down.
"It's Lisa! She's sucking off Raph!" said Penny indignantly. Lisa had one hand in her own pants and she was vigorously rubbing herself, both Penny and Bill noticed.
"Hey, what's going on here! Lay off my guy," said Penny coming up to them.
Lisa gave a final squeeze of her mouth's walls and Raph took his cue and shot his white wad down her throat.
"Penny you could take a few lessons from this little lady. She brought me off in about two minutes. Lady, I got to hand it to you. That was real good, thanks," said Raph.
"Don't mention it," said Lisa smiling sweetly and giving herself one last long sad rub.
"Hey what gives. I thought you were my date. Do you always do this- suck off any male who happens to be closest to you?" Bill gripped Lisa under the arm and helped her to her feet.
Both couples argued and bitched and accused each other of infidelity all the way back to the car.