Message-ID: <5161eli$9710251351@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: chilipeelr@aol.com (ChiliPeelr) Subject: NEW: Swing Man Cometh Again - Part 5 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971025014900.VAA15799@ladder01.news.aol.com> ********************************************************************* THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC LANGUAGE AND DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITIES. THIS MATERIAL IS DISTRIBUTED "FOR ADULTS ONLY" AND POSSESSION BY A MINOR IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE - GO FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO READ. ******************************************************************** Part 5 - The Swing Man Cometh Again by Chili Peeler (chilipeelr@aol.com) Chapter 6 - cont. Svevlana kept her eyes open as she sucked on Liza's twat and so she saw Liza withdraw the fingers from her clit. Nibbling higher to just under the hood of the clitoris and looking up the Liza's body, she saw Liza using both hands to unbutton her blouse, the bottom swells of her sexy breasts coming into view. "AAHAHHHH....SUCK MY CLIT...ooooh, suck it, please," Liza's rant dropped to a whimper as she opened her blouse wide, her hands moving to cup her jiggling tits. Svevlana moved her mouth over the hooded peak, her hot breath fanning over it as she looped her hands around the outsides of Liza's thighs, bringing her hands across her stomach and into her crotch. With her thumbs, Svevlana unhooded Liza's big pleasure button. Liza's head snapped up, her neck craning as she watched Svevlana preparing to feast on her powder-keg clitty. Looking into her eyes, Svevlana lapped her tongue across the stiff bump. "Mmmmmm....oooOOOHHH...DON'T TEASE ME...YESSSS... LICK IT, 'LANA!" Liza pleaded, her face in a sexual snear of pleasure as she got her wish. Svevlana mashed her lips on Liza's clit and teased it, swirling her knowledgable tongue around and around it, bringing gasps from Liza's parted lips. Svevlana used all her pussy-eating skills, eager now to bring her friend off, to make her all the more enamored with Svevlana as a lover. Her mouth slid lower and she forced her tongue into the entrance to Liza's lush lovehole. Stiffening her tongue, she began to bob her head, tonguefucking the excited model as her thumbs ground on her exposed clit. "OOHHHHGOODDDD...LAAANNNNAAA....OOHHHHHAAA... YESSSS....YESSSSS...OOOOOOOIIEEEE!" Liza's hips began to jerk, fucking herself on Svevlana's tongue as she spiralled upward toward her hard zenith. Juices were beginning to coat Svevlana's pistoning tongue, wetting her chin and lips as she supped in Liza's percolating crotch. "LAAAANNNNAAA.....OOOOHGODDDD....YESSSSS!" Liza screamed at a higher octave as she came, throwing her gushing crease in Svevlana's face like a banshee. Svevlana sucked, riding Liza's bouncing slit with seasoned experience. She pressed down on her belly with her hands, pinning her somewhat as she lapped at Liza's trembling groin, tasting her familiar feminine cum. Finally, minutes later, Svevlana climbed over Liza's still form, kissing her as the two bodies rolled onto their sides. "Oh, that was so good," Liza sighed as she ran her fingers across Svevlana's cum-wet lips. "It's always so good with you." Liza dipped her hand down between Svevlana's thighs and found her pussy, slick and ready for some reciprocal loving. "Liza, I need to be fucked tonight," Svevlana told her. "Put on the belt and do me." "My pleasure," Liza said, excited at the prospect of donning their strap-on dildo and pleasuring her lesbian tutor. Svevlana watched Liza as she padded into the walk-in closet to dig through their collection of sexual aids. Closing her eyes, she thought of what man she would dream about when Liza was above her, pushing the dildo in and out of her horny hole. A young man again came to mind and she wished he had not been the first she had thought of...... Rico stepped from the cab, paid the driver and lit up a cigarette as the Renault sped away on another mission. He had been let out at the front door to his loft studio but he did not immediately go in. Instead, he walked along the Seine, trying to work out the confusion that was his life. 'Liza looked so fine tonight. Why her? Why did she have to be my mother's lover?' he asked himself for the hundredth, no, thousandth time. He had first met Liza without knowing what her relationship was with his mother. He had stopped by his mother's home and this incredible English creature had let him in, entranced him all afternoon. He had been working up to a good moment to ask Liza out on a date when his mother had arrived and spoiled the moment. 'At least, she spared me the embarrassment,' he thought as he pulled his coat tighter around him and walked on. He had not been able to get Liza alone after that. She had left on a modeling interview and then his mother had taken him out to dinner and then she had dropped the bomb on him. To say he was stunned was an understatement. It never would have crossed his mind that she and his mother were more than roommates. She had done a good job keeping her bi-sexuality a secret all those years when he was growing up. So now he was hopelessly infatuated with Liza, the women his mother shared a bed with. He saw no way out of the cage that his heart was in. Trying to win Liza would hurt his mother, so he kept his longings buried, fed off the angst for his paintings. He looked up at the sound of boots approaching him on the river walkway. A smile broke out on his face when he saw who it was. At times such as this, he thought there might actually be a God. "Bon jour, Rico," Joliette said softly as she came up to him. "Are you looking for date tonight? I'm making deals to get out of this cold." Rico looked the women up and down. She did indeed look cold. She was wearing long boots that came up over her knees but her legs were bare, the pale skin looking even paler during winter. She wore a short skirt which had to let in a lot of the cold air. Her torso was wrapped in a gaudy white osterich-feather looking coat that may as well have said "WHORE" in neon lights. Working the streets in the winter was a hard life for a prostitute - cover up too much and johns could not see what they were getting, not enough and you would be laid up with pneumonia. Joliette was a regular feature of his neighborhood. Walking up and down the river, she specialized in welcoming sightseers to Paris and servicing the local artistic community. Rico had bought her body on several occasions. He was too in love with Liza to try to date other women but he did need to have releases for all the lust that built up in his young body. Joliette was maybe 35 or so; it was hard to tell and if he asked her, she would probably lie. She looked older than 35 though. Years of street life were wearing her down. Still she was a full figured woman, reasonably average in looks and he had never been disappointed with her in the past. "Yes, Joliette. I would very much like a date. Walk with me back to my place, won't you?" "I knew I could count on my Rico," she said gratefully as she slipped her arm in his and they headed back the way he had come. "Mmmmm...that is so good," Joliette sighed as she finished the brandy that Rico had given her to warm her working bones. Sitting on the end of his low bed, she placed the glass on the floor and motioned for Rico to come to her. "Come and let Joliette make you feel all better, baby." In the dim light of the studio, Joliette looked very attractive to Rico. Gone were the lines on her face, the stare in the eyes of a working girl. She must have been a beautiful young woman sometime in the past. He came to stand in front of her, between her widespread knees, and she went to work on his belt. He had already removed his shirt before pouring them a drink, so he watched her remove his pants, fantasizing that it was Liza. Joliette had already removed all the clothes that she had to do her job - her coat, sweater top, bra, skirt and panties were flung over a nearby chair. She wore only her hose and a black garter belt that accentuated her pale skin. Her heavy breasts, now uncaged from her bra, sagged toward her belly. In her sitting position, the loose skin of her midriff had formed into rolls. Below that was the dark, hairy forest of her womanhood. Shaving had not apparently ever occurred to Joliette, like so many French woman. Unable to keep a coherent picture of his Liza looking at Joliette, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, forming the picture of Liza as he imagined her. Supple, soft handfuls of adorable tits, a smooth flat belly and a neatly trimmed sex between sexy thighs that were lightly perfumed.... He felt his underwear pulled down to pool with his pants and then a hand began to stroke back and forth on his awakening cock. He had a perfect picture of Liza's gorgeous face looking up at him as she cranked her hand on his manhood...and then Joliette spoke and ruined the moment. "I am flattered that you are so excited," she said, thinking that she was the source of his lust. "No man could stay soft in your presence," he said, opening his eyes in time to see her face soften at his compliment. For a second or two, she looked touched, almost vulnerable. "Rico, you say the nicest things. If I didn't think that you were seeing some lucky young lady, I would make a play for you myself." She released his ready to fuck cock and reached into her bag which sat beside her. Out came her hand with the condom that he certainly needed before preceding. She tore the wrapper with her teeth and removed the flesh-colored latex sheath. She rolled the condom down his erection. "I love your cock. It's so big," Joliette sighed, slipping into her whorish lingo. He was large but he knew her words were just meant to get him more excited, so he would last a shorter time and she could be on her way sooner. But then she surprised him and popped his cock into her mouth and began blowing him. He had not contracted with her for any oral action, just a straight fuck. Even with the condom on, her mouth felt great. "Unnnnhhhh," he grunted, closing his eyes. He was immediately back with his Liza, watching in his mind's eye as she made love to his bare erection with the lips that could grace the covers of fashion magazine. His prick swelled further in the condom as the thought of Liza made him crazy with lust. After a minute, he was about to stop Joliette when she did so of her own accord. "I do that for you because you are such a gentleman," she told him as she reached into her bag again. "No charge." She took a small squeeze bottle and held it between her legs, using her fingers to spread the lube into her often used vaginal opening. Then she scooted back on the bed and assumed the missionary position. "Come on, baby...you've got me wanting you so much," she said, as she probably said to every john she had ever had. 'It beats using your hand,' Rico thought as he moved over her, trying to block out the sight of the cellulose on the back of her legs and her scrunched asscheeks. "Let me, baby," Joliette murmured as she grabbed his latex- wrapped manhood and steered it into her hairy slot. When he felt it hit her notch, he pushed forward and slid into her up to his balls in one easy motion. She was stretched and loose from all her work but she still felt good. Nothing felt like a woman. "OH YES....I LOVE IT.....I LOVE IT.....YOU ARE SO LARGE," Joliette cried loudly, too loudly for right off the bat. She played her part of the awestruck receptor too keenly for Rico's mind to believe her but he was sure that some johns must think themselves to be real Casanovas when using Joliette. "I LOVE YOUR COCK.....FUCK ME, BABY....GIVE IT TO JOLIETTE, LOVER!" she implored as he held himself up with his hands and began to stroke in and out of her money-maker. She did not look at his face but instead tilted her face to the side and seemed to be casing the joint, looking at his paintings, anywhere but at him. Which was all right with him. It was not love they were making. He looked up to the headboard of his bed which had a shelf built into it. On the shelf sat a picture of Liza and his mother. He had pocketed a snapshot of them from one of their vacation photo collections and then had it blown up to 8.5" x 11". They were on the beach at Cannes, laughing together at something. In the picture, Liza was topless as was the custom down south. Her breasts looked so perfect, sleek and uptilting with hard brown nipples. Her body shone with oil or sweat. And she had a look on her face that melted him. He had jerked off to it countless times but looking at it now while he fucked a pussy was so much better. He stared at Liza and fucked Joliette harder. "OOOHHH, THAT'S IT.....FUCK ME, BABY...YES...YES... GIVE IT TO ME....THAT'S MY BOY!....THAT'S MY BABY!" Joliette encouraged him. And they sent his mind down a path that he had not travelled in a long time. His eyes shifted from Liza's body to his mother's. She was in the background of the picture, wearing both parts of her bikini. Her body still looked good, very voluptuous. When he had been maybe twelve or thirteen, he had had fantasies about her, like he now had for Liza. Now as Joliette called him "my boy", those fantasies came upon him again. 'God, I'm sick,' he thought as he imagined his own mother beneath him, taking his cock like a common whore! "SHOOT IT IN ME, BABY....GIVE IT TO ME!" Joliette implored him, no doubt thinking about how many more tricks she could turn before the night was over. But Rico heard only his mother's accented throaty voice saying the same things to him. Riding the wave of taboo thoughts, he drew his shins up under him and leaned back, his hands grabbing Joliette's sloshing chest mounds. He pumped his cock faster and faster, closing his eyes and squeezing the titflesh under his fingers. "LET ME HAVE IT....SHOOT IT, RICO...CUM, BABY! "AAAHHHHH!" he groaned as his prick exploded. Shuddering over his prostitute, Rico filled the condom's reservoir completely, imagining that he was creaming his own mother. The illusion quickly faded, torn into pieces and disappearing like smoke. "That was great, my Rico," Joliette said. "You are an animal. Now please pull out and let me up. I have to get going, you know." Rico backed out of her and rolled on his back beside her, his hand holding the lip of the condom to avoid spilling any of his seed. Joliette was up before he had even come to rest, moving to where her clothes were waiting. 'Where did that come from?' he asked himself, as he tried to analyze why he had shifted his lechery to his mother in mid-fuck. He knew enough to know that it was a common thing to imagine as a part of a boy's sexual awakening. But he was far beyond that stage. 'Maybe it was jealousy.' Had he just taken it out on his mother because she was the one that had Liza? Had he just fucked her to get back at her? He did not know the answer. All he knew was he had come very hard, harder than when he even was thinking about Liza. Chapter 7 "Will you stop that?!" "Ah, Dad. You're no fun." "I'm gonna drive us right off the road, sweetheart." "Tell me you don't like this!" Jonas squinted his eyes as Nikki rubbed her feet in his lap. Steering with his left hand, he tried to grab both her ankles with his right but could only corral one of them. Her other foot kept up its stimulating massage. "It's not that I don't like it, Nikki. But it's a little dangerous when you're going eight miles an hour." They were on their way to his brother's for the weekend, the Lexus shooting down I-10 through San Gorgonio, almost to the 111 turn-off. "Danger's our middle name," Nikki giggled. Jonas risked a quick look at his lovely, horny girl. She was sitting facing him, leaning back against the passenger door. Her brown hair framed her grinning face and fell on her bare, tanned shoulders. The white tube top with the spaghetti straps seemed to mold itself to her slinky torso, the small peaks of her nipples were easily seen. He looked back at the road to maintain his lane position, then looked back at Nikki. She tried to free her foot from his grasp and gave him a nice long view of her silky blue panties under her white tennis skirt. "Like anything you see?" Nikki asked, giggling further at her complete control at turning him on. "Oh no. I'm getting tired of that," he kidded her as he let her ankle go and looked back at the highway. "You'll never get tired of this, Papa," Nikki said and, as he got over in the right lane to peel off on the 111, he looked back at her. She had pulled her panties to the side to flash her adorable sex at him. "Damn, Nikki. What has gotten into you this morning?" he said with fake exasperation. No way was he really going to get mad at her for showing him such a lovely sight. "The only thing that has gotten into me this morning was you Daddy. Don't tell me you don't remember?" she purred as she swung her feet out of his lap and shifted over in her seat toward him as far as she could without moving up on the center console. "We had a good time in the shower, didn't we?" "I sure did," Jonas admitted proudly, "It's hard for a man to fake something like that." "Mmmm, I know. I wasn't faking anything either," Nikki promised, her hand going into his lap to pick up where her feet left off. "I came when you ate my pussy...." Jonas bit his lip as her hand stroked his growing peter and he remembered the way she had squirmed her wet slit against his mouth as she had pushed herself into a corner of the shower stall, her hands gripping his wet hair. "....and I came again when you bent me over and fucked me up my ass." "God, I loved that," he lewdly admitted. The shower was the perfect place to get her that way with all the wetness and the soaps. "Nikki, you got me all kinds of hard now. So what are you going to do about it?" She leaned over the middle console and kissed his cheek. "I guess you'll just have to wait until we get to Uncle Lance's," she wickedly. "Think you can make it there before I make you have an accident in your pants?" Jonas sucked in his breath as she slid her hand down the front of his slacks, her fingers kneading his fattening erection through the cotton undershorts that he wore. He was never going to make it to Lance's place in time with the kind of delicious sensations his daughter was laying on him. They were minutes from Palm Springs but they had to go all the way down Palm Canyon Drive, the main drag, and that was one stoplight after another. No, he was going to have to get things squared away before that. Checking that no cars were behind him, he pushed on the brake, decelerating the car rapidly as he saw what he was looking for. To his left, a dirt access road came in from the north. "Whoa," Nikki said excitedly as he turned sharply across the westbound lane of 111 and started up the dirt road. Ahead was the alien landscape of the multitudes of wind energy mills that covered the desert to the north and west of Palm Springs. "I guess you couldn't wait," Nikki said as they bounced along the uneven surface of the poorly maintained roadbed, leaving a dust cloud behind them. Ahead was a rise in the road where it travelled over a small hill. Jonas drove up to the top, pulled his car slightly off the road and then back it around until he was facing back the way they had come. Satisfied that they would have plenty of warning if anyone turned off 111, he electronically moved his seat back as far as it would go. "Ready to take care of me?" he asked unnecessarily as he began to undo his belt and slacks. "You know I'm no cockteaser," Nikki promised as she dipped her torso over the console, bringing her head into his lap. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /