Message-ID: <7593eli$9801201636@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "ass.reposter" Subject: RP: The Swing Man Comes Again (Best stories from my archive) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: somogy1@hotmail.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="CHILI_PE.TXT" Content-Disposition: inline; filename="CHILI_PE.TXT" 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: <34C47B75.29C@cms.khvm.hu> >From chilipeelr@aol.com Wed Oct 01 22:56:27 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Repost: Swing Man Cometh..Part 1 (inc, f/d) From: chilipeelr@aol.com (ChiliPeelr) Date: 2 Oct 1997 02:56:27 GMT -------- ********************************************************************* 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. ******************************************************************** This story is a sequel to my previous story, "The Swing Man" Part 1 - The Swing Man Cometh Again by Chili Peeler (chilipeelr@aol.com) Chapter 1 Jonas Elliot walked out of the gleaming office building in downtown Los Angeles, whistling as he put on his sunglasses. It was late in August; temperature was high in the 80s and a day of Santa Ana winds had blown away all the smog, revealing the majestic mountains that ocasionally made an appearance. The beauty of the day was not what had him in such a good mood. He had just wrapped up his divorce and, while the settlement had been a great deal of money, he'd gotten what he'd wanted for the most part. He had gotten the beach house in Malibu, the Lexus, and, most importantly, the freedom to enjoy himself with any woman that met his fancy. At the moment, the women on his mind was his daughter, Nikki. His petite, sensuous daughter had certainly taken the sting out of his failed marriage by fucking him regularly over the last three months. Just thinking about her made him long to be with her again, as soon as possible. He activated his hands-off car phone with a touch of his thumb and hit the pre-programmed number to call Nikki's condo. The phone rang several times and then made a clicking sound as the call was forwarded to his daughter's cellular phone. After another two rings, Nikki answered. "Hello." "Nikki, honey, it's your father." "Well, hello," Nikki purred. "Is it all over?" "Yeah, I'm heading back to the beach now. Everything went very smooth." "You're lucky Mother isn't the vindictive type. But it is good to know that she's out of the way now....all the sneaking around was tiresome." Of course, it was perfectly natural for him to see his daughter, even for her to stay over some nights at the beach house. But it was also possible that his wife might have tried to gather more dirt on him before the divorce settlement. She had used a private investigator in the past to follow him, to take pictures. So, Nikki and he had been very careful indeed. "Where are you?" he asked, thinking how good it would be to see her that afternoon. "I'm at the pool. I brought the phone down here in case you called." "How 'bout I swing by there right now?" he asked hopefully. He didn't tell her all the things he wanted to do when he got there. It was implied which was the only sane thing to do over a non-digital cellular connection. "Mmmm, that sounds good. Come get me....I'll be by the pool." "I'm heading right over there...not going to stop at the house. Say, in about thirty or forty minutes." "See you then, Daddy." Nikki, with a smile on her face, thumbed the POWER button off on the cellular and placed it back down on the small wood slat table by her poolside lounge chair. The two guys across the pool, mid-to-late thirties with beer guts already developing, were still ogling her bikini-clad form. She was wearing a slender pair of mirrorized designer sunglasses so the two didn't know she was onto them. Feeling particularly powerful, she went through the motions of pulling and rearranging her skimpy top to drive them nuts and was rewarded with another flurry of comments between the two gawkers. 'It's almost too easy,' she thought as she picked up the tanning oil from the table. She knew she had always gotten away with murder because of her looks and she planned to keep doing it as long as possible. Daddy had gotten her the really nice condo, all furnished just the way she wanted, and she'd never have to worry about money with him sniffing around for some naughty sex. And the kicker was that she loved fucking him! Her father was pretty studly for a guy his age. With his grey-tinged hair and mustache and a tall, swimmer-like body. She'd always thought he looked like how cowboys in the Old West had looked. And, oh, how her cowboy loved to ride As she thought about some of the hot times she and her father had had, she rubbed the oil on her hard calves and soft thighs, up over her flat stomach, on the hard sternum bone between her splayed, apple-sized breasts, and over her narrow, delicate shoulders. By the time she was done, her body was getting aroused. "Hurry, Daddy," she whispered as she pushed her dark brown hair off her shoulders and leaned back in the chair, turning her face up at the hot California sun. She played the scene through her mind of the first time that she and Tori had been in bed with her father down at the beach house. Daddy had just gotten done fucking Tori....shooting his load all over Tori's big tits.....when Daddy's brother had walked in on them. Nikki liked Lance's body a lot; he was younger than Dad and he was hunky with his longish hair and motorcycle. It wasn't like fucking her Dad because she hadn't grown up with Lance around but he was the kind of man she would have gone after anyway. And he was her uncle.... Nikki had known that Lance wouldn't have caused her father any problems after discovering their incest; Lance had been the one that had been trying to get her father into swinging. She'd wanted to bring Lance into their naughty games but hadn't thought it would have happened that day. But her father had pretty much given her to Lance right on the spot. Dad was so cool! Leaving her father with her best friend, she'd taken Lance to the guest bedroom. She could remember very detail like it had been yesterday.... "So, you seduced your own father?" Lance had said, non- accusationally, as he stripped out of his clothes, his eyes sweeping up and down her reclining body. "I don't think you're the one to lay a guilt trip on me," Nikki had teased back. "You'll get no shit from me about that, Kiddo," Lance had said, as he unzipped his jeans and slid them down his legs. He'd gone commando that day, opting to not wear any underwear, and his fine half-hard erection had bobbed up in her direction. "I'm gonna fuck you just as hard as your Dad." "Eventhough I'm your niece," Nikki had said with a sly smile as he came to the bed. "Kiddo, that's all I'm going to be thinking about....as I fuck my little niece," Lance had said hotly as he'd crawled over her. His mouth all over her tits.....then down between her legs...his tongue working on her clit and pussyhole until she'd been ready to climb the walls....then he'd roughly thrust his cock up her cunt as she'd brought her knees back along his flanks....he'd pounded her pussy just the way she liked it, bringing her to orgasm twice before pulling out....the way he'd kept repeating, "Kiddo...Kiddo... Kiddo..." as she sucked him off. Nikki squirmed in the hot sun as she remembered the way Lance had taken her that afternoon....losing track of time until suddenly a shadow fell across her face. "Hi, there," she said to her father, sitting up on the chair. Her body felt all flushed from the sun and the memories she had been going over. "That was quick." "Traffic wasn't too bad," he said, looking around the pool area. "But it's been about 30 minutes." "Well, I'm sure glad you came," Nikki said, standing up and stepping into her toe-less heeled pool clogs. Her pussy was wet from her daydream and she couldn't wait to get Dad up into her condo. "I've got a class around 3 but I think I could miss it if you want to stay longer," Nikki said hopefully. She had enrolled at Pepperdine as an excuse to live near her father more than for actually trying to get a degree. It was a perfect arrangement - Mom was happy that she was back in school and she kept her father happy in other ways. "I think you can count on missing that class," he promised as she picked up her phone and lotion. They began walking around the pool heading for the gate and Nikki sneaked a quick peek at the two guys that had been ogling her before. They were still at it, watching her partially covered asscheeks jiggling as she walked in the heeled shoes. 'What must those guys think right about now?' Nikki thought. 'Do they think that this is my father or some rich man that pays my bills and fucks me in return? Wouldn't they be surprised to know they were right on both counts?!' Chapter 2 Jonas turned the deadbolt on the door to the upper level condo and began to take off his suit jacket as Nikki walked across the livingroom area to pull the blinds closed on the glass doors that went out to the patio. He took off his suit jacket and draped it over the back of one of chairs around the dining room table that was just inside the door. 'Man, she's got a great body,' he thought again. Otter-sleek, hard in all the right places and soft in all the right places at the same time. Thin, tapered legs, heart-shaped ass, very slender waist, lovely high-riding titties.... His heart was beating faster, knowing that he would soon be laying with his daughter once again and the increased blood flow began to do its work - he felt his dick begin to burgeon in his slacks. The thrill of screwing his daughter was like what cheating on his ex-wife had been, only magnified about a hundred times. "You really keep this place neat," he said. "Well, this is my place," Nikki said, coming back to him. "I know my room was always a mess but it's different when you get a place of your own. How about something to drink? I guess its a celebration, right?" "That sounds good. Got any vodka?" he asked as he sat down on one of the armless dining table chairs. "A martini?" Nikki asked with a smile. She slid into the kitchen and took down some bottles out of the cabinets. "I don't know how you drink these things....they're so strong. This glass is going to have to do," she said, showing him a wine glass. "That'll do," he said. "Not too much vermouth." "I know, I know. Just waived it over the glass, right?" she said, rolling her eyes. "So how does it feel to be a free man again?" "Well, I don't know...it's not like I'm going to be lonely with you ready to take your mother's place." Jonas didn't mean it to sound the way that it came out of his mouth. The fact that his daughter desired to be in his bed was just fine with him. Nikki, however, took it the wrong way. "I'm not mom, Dad. She couldn't take you fooling around but I'm cool with all that stuff. I mean, we're not a couple." "Nikki, I didn't mean that. I just meant that I don't have to go looking for someone new to, ah, share some good times with. In fact, Lance called and he has invited us out to Palm Springs next weekend." Jonas saw his daughter's demeanor soften as she realized what that meant. "He says there are some places we could go." "That sounds like great," Nikki said. "It's my birthday, you know?" "Yes, the big 21. It promises to be very memorable. I reminded Lance and I think he'll plan something for you." "Well, now I'm all intrigued. I was wondering if I'd get invited out to the Springs. I wasn't sure you'd want me out there." "Nikki, don't be ridiculous." "I don't think I'm being ridiculous, Dad. I mean, how are you going to react when you see me with someone else? Have you thought about that? Lance's parties....you told me what he said about them." "Honey, I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. But this could cut both ways, am I right?" "Dad, I watched you screw that Carmen chick. And enjoyed it," she said naughtily as she twisted the top back onto the vermouth bottle. "Yes but that was before you and I became an item. I have noticed that you've not been going out on any dates the last few months." "True," Nikki said, "but I'm just not tired of you yet." Both of them laughed at her needling joke as she put the bottles back up in the cabinet. "Nikki, you're going to get it for that," he said. "That's why you came over wasn't it?" she giggled as she turned, opened the refrigerator and bent over to look for something, giving him a nice look at her thong bikini riding up between her sweet cheeks. She came out holding a jar of olives, obviously proud that she could complete the drink in the classic way. "One or two?" she said as she opened the jar. "One will be just fine." She dropped an olive into the glass from about six inches high, making a "bloop" sound as some of the martini splashed out on the counter. "Maybe you ought to get a job bartending?" he joked as she walked to him with the drink. "Oh, Daddy! If I worked, I wouldn't get to spend so much time with you.... and I know you wouldn't want that." As Nikki said this, she pulled the drink away from his extended hand and then moved over his sitting form, making him move his knees closer together. She slowly lowered herself down on his lap, all the while smiling devilishly at him. His hands went to the outside of her thighs to keep her steady. Her skin was damp from sweat and sunbathing oil and was oh so smooth and soft. He began to swirl his fingers and thumbs on her thighs, letting his eyes sweep down the front of her toned body. "Here, Daddy," Nikki said and he looked up to find her bringing the glass to his lips. She tilted it up and poured a very healthy sip of the strong drink into his mouth, only stopping when his eyes got wide. Giggling, she took the glass away and watched as he swallowed the liquid. "Mmmmm...you're a good little martini maker," he complimented her, as his hands slid around the sides of her bottom, stroking the area where thighs turned into asscheeks. "Thank you. Now tell me what else I am," Nikki said, taking a sip of the martini herself. "And your answer is very important.... I'm a good little....?" Jonas could hear the pitch of her voice change and the gleam in her eye flash as she put on her seductive charm. He loved that she liked to instigate the sex between them. It wasn't a case of him pursuing her all the time and she eventually giving in. She had been the seducer on their first night together and if she hadn't, he never would have even considered fucking her, no matter how much swinging he eventually got into with Lance. Incest was the forbidden fruit and Nikki kept offering that juicy temptation whenever she could. "Let's see," he said out loud as he thought of an appropriate response. "You're a good little...hmmmm...you're a good little lover." "Ahhhhh, that's so sweet," Nikki said and leaned toward him, bringing her lips to his own. Her kiss was quick but she gave him just a hint of tongue. As she leaned away from him, she held the drink toward him and he took it with his left hand. His right hand continued to stroke her flank as she went to work on his tie, her fingers undoing the knot. "I thought you were going to be more graphic than that," Nikki said as she pulled the tie through his collar and deposited it on the table. "You want me to rephrase myself?" Jonas said after taking another sip of his martini. Nikki had begun to unbutton his dress shirt, her slender fingers adroitly slipping the buttons through the shirtslits, exposing his hairy upper chest. "Yeah. Make it fucking dirty," Nikki said, her eyes flashing as she threw in the obscene language. "Where did I go wrong raising you, Nikki?" he said, picking up the verbal football at the beginning of their illicit lovemaking. His right hand moved off her hip and he began to massage her belly, his wrist breaking back toward him as his fingers pressed into her tanned skin. "Would you like it better if I called you my good little cocksucker?" "Mmmm, that's better," Nikki cooed as her hands went into his open shirt. "Am I your good little fuckbaby, Daddy?" Her nails dug into his pectorals for a second and then her palms began rubbing his chest, her thumbs finding his nipples, teasing them. Jonas's slacks were suddenly way to confining as his erection began to grow like an uncoiling python. "Shit yes! Unzip me, honey," he said excitedly, moving his hand up to squeeze her left tit through her bikini top. "You're getting your old man as hard as a rock." Jonas put his drink down on the table, afraid that he would spill it at any moment as Nikki pulled his shirt from his pants and began to undo the last three buttons, her head down watching her fingers work. He grabbed her ass with his freed right hand as he shifted her somewhat to allow him to start kicking off his shoes. Nikki threw open his unbuttoned shirt and trailed her hands over his stomach as she moved them down to his slacks. Jonas did not suck in the little gut that that he had, knowing that his daughter did not care that he wasn't perfect in every detail; he knew that that her turn-on was in his pants. Her own father's cock - her flesh and blood - was what got her off. He didn't think she would ever get tired of that. He knew he wouldn't get tired of her either. His daughter was bred for the bed. "Are you getting all hard for me?" Nikki whispered, looking up at his face as she unhooked his belt and went to work on his fly. "You better believe it, baby. It's been a whole week almost," he answered as he reached both hands around her top, going for the knot on the back of her bikini top. "Oh, Jesus, that feels good!" Nikki's fingers had pulled his underwear down off his rising rod and now her hand was on it, pulling it upright between their bodies. She stroked it up and down slowly, coaxing it to more tumescence. Jonas had untied her bikini top in back and behind her neck and he pulled the flimsy garment off and threw it on the floor beside them. Her frequent sunning sessions had bronzed her body everywhere except where her bikini had covered her skin and the contrast of the triangular patches of untanned skin that surrounded her naturally brown aerolae had never been greater. "I love your tanlines....and your tits," he added as his hands went to his baby's proud pair. He pushed her sloping milk sacs toward each other, loving the feel of her sun-heated titflesh under his hands. He could just get her tits to touch, forming a narrow cleavage that he had actually fucked once. With her palms holding her tits together and her fingers forming an arch over his thrusting shaft, he had been able to get off fairly quickly, more for the stimulating things she had said up at him in their bed at the beach house than for the sensations from his organ. "Suck them then," Nikki said seductively as she leaned into him. He dipped his face and began by kissing each nipple tenderly, still holding her breasts together so his mouth did not have to move far between them. Her aerolae were about the size of half- dollar pieces and they felt even smoother than her skin, like Jello that could retain its consistancy while very hot. His kisses melted into sucking as he felt her hard nipples demand attention. "Mmmmmm," Nikki sighed as he pursed his lips around one of her jutting titstalks. Her nipples were probably an inch long when fully aroused, about the thickness of a ballpoint pen. And they had a natural uptilt that looked so hot, that just screamed youth. He began sucking on them, going back and forth, like a baby seeking some sustenance. He felt her left hand curl around his head, her nails digging themselves into his scalp near his left ear as her right hand had continued milking his petrified pecker. "Ooooh, Dad!....I love that....mmmmhhmmm...." His daughter began to really heat up after a few moments of his oral duties. She was sighing faster and faster, kissing the top of his head, tugging on his cock so strongly that he was afraid he would have to put a stop to things before he came all over her belly. Maybe she could feel the same thing because her hand released his erection and went to his shoulder. He slid his hands under her armpits, letting her tits fall back into their natural splayed position as he began nibbling up her sternum toward her neck. Her mouth came around to his left ear and her tongue and hot breath both tickled and felt so erotic that he pulled his head back after a few seconds, swinging his mouth to hers. "Nikkkkiiii," he murmured against her lips before she tilted her head and slid her tongue into his receptive mouth. As she frenched him, he felt her pull her body closer to him, her groin sliding right up to trap his cockshaft with the bikinied junction of her thighs. He slid his hands down to her ass and pulled her tighter into his hips. After a moment her tongue withdrew, breaking their kiss as she leaned her upper torso away from him. "Your engine is really going today," he told her as she ran her fingers through his salt and pepper hair, sending her hands down under the collar of his shirt onto his bare back. "You turn me on, Pops," she said in a teasing voice. "I want to climb on your dick, right here on the chair. How does that sound?" She rubbed his cock with her crotch to convince him how good that would feel - to have her lower her hot pussy down around his hard, upthrust erection. It was tempting but his legs were already getting that tingling sensation from her weight and the back of the pine chair was hard against his back and the thought of taking her in her soft feather bed was what he had been imagining all the way over to her place. He wanted to stretch out and enjoy himself with her. "No, I think I'll just take you to bed, young lady," he said as he wrapped his left arm around her waist and used his right hand to push him up out of the chair. His pants pooled around his ankles as his daughter's legs locked behind his ass. "Anywhere you want, Daddy," Nikki acquiesced as he took charge. He was able to step out of his pants and slide his drawers down and off using his free right hand. Then, wearing his socks, his open shirt and his 105 pound daughter, he walked across the living room and into her bedroom. Chapter 3 'What a great way to spend an afternoon,' Nikki thought to herself as her strong father carried her across the threshold of her bedroom. There was something about the way that her father touched her that was different from any other man she had been with. With him it was wrong and that was what made it so right for her. It was taboo to suck his cock and open her legs for him but she had to have it. "Now, don't throw me," she said with a laugh when they got to the side of the bed. "Nikki, would I do that?" her father said innocently... too innocently. And just as she suspected, as soon as she relaxed her legs and put her hands on his shoulders, he tossed her backward onto the bed. She swept her hair off her face to find him stooping over to quickly take his socks off. "Sucker," he said down at her. "Mmmhhmm....cocksucker!" she countered, as she rose up on her elbows and ran her foot on his knee as he took off his shirt. She knew he would probably take her up on her offer sometime during their lovemaking. "That a promise?" he said with a smile as he began to take of his watch. The silver band had gotten caught in her hair during one fuck session at the beach house and he always took it off when they were together. "I'll do whatever you want me to, Daddy," she said hotly. "Baby, you are something else," he said as he dropped to his knees on the edge of the bed between her parted legs. "Let's get rid of these." His fingers went to the thong bowstrings on either side of her hips and, with a quick pull, untied them. He scooped the fingers of his right hand under the top of her thong front and jerked the material away, tossing it behind him on the floor. His eyes immediately lit up with that animal hunger that all men got when they looked at her pretty pussy. "I hope you don't mind that I got a little sweaty laying by the pool," she said in a faked innocent voice as she slid her right hand down her lap and ran her fingers through the matted strip of pubic hair that led down to the hood of her clitty. Like her tits, her crotch had an area of untanned skin that seemingly blazed in the middle of her crotch. "Looks like you've been doing more than sweating, baby," her father said, running his fingers into her pussy slit. His familiar touch was still like a jolt of current. "I think you got all juicy out on that chair." He pushed inward with his middle finger, right where he knew he should and it slid into her cuntmouth. "Mmmmmmmmm," she gushed as she reached further down between her legs and parted her neat cuntlips with her fingers as he began fucking his digit slowly in and out of her wet crack. "How pink you are," her father said under his breath, watching his finger plumb her tender man-trap. "Kiss it, Daddy," she encouraged in a hot rush, certainly in the mood to have her pussy sucked on for a while. She already excited enough to handle his cock but he could probably get her off with a little tonguing. Then she'd fuck him for everything he was worth. But instead he withdrew his finger from her slippery sex sheath, and pushed her right knee toward her other, closing her legs as he walked on his knees up her side toward the middle of the bed and her elevated face. 'Maybe later,' Nikki hoped silently as she dutifully rolled over on her right side, grabbing her father's approaching cock with her left hand to guide it into her mouth as he came closer to her face. She could see a drop of pre-cum hanging on the underside of his glans and when he was close enough, she swiped her tongue out and cleaned it off. He moved even closer and she opened her mouth, letting him feed several inches of cock into her face. With her eyes closed, she began bobbing her mouth around her father's manhood. But he kept moving with his knees, although he was fine where he was. She felt him pushing her head back as his cock corkscrewed in her mouth. "Nikki, wait a minute," she heard him say as she let her body fall back on the bed. His cock slid from her mouth and was hovering over her face when she opened her eyes. Then he swung a knee behind her head and she knew what he had in mind. He was getting into a sixty-nine position with him on top. They had done sixty-nines many times in the past but she had always been on top since she usually initiated the position in the midst of giving him head. He fell to his hands over her, completing the postion. She spread her legs wide as he slipped a hand over her cuntmound and began rubbing her crease again. Grabbing his Damocles-like cock, she swung it to the side as she raised her head and looked down between their bodies, just in time to see his face falling into the juncture of her thighs. "Nnnnnnnnmmm," she moaned low in her throat as her father's mouth spread over her pussyslit, his chin resting in the strip of her pubes as he attacked her sex from the top. His tongue started high in her labial folds, seeking her clitty. She felt his fingers pulling back on the overhanging hood of flesh, exposing her sensitive knot of nerve endings to his lapping tongue. "Mmmmhhhhhmmmm....uuuuhhhhh...oh...ohhh!" she gasp as he licked her sex, his cock all but forgotten in her hand as she enjoyed the breathtaking sensations emanating from her dewy crotch. Her father sure knew his way around a pussy with his mouth; it was more than she could say for a lot of the boys and men she had bedded in her young hyper-sexual life. His mouth clamped down on her whole slit, his head dipping further between her thighs. She tossed her head sideways on her bedcover, groaning now as she humped her pussy into his sucking mouth. His palms were laying on the inside of her thighs, keeping her legs open as they unconsciously attempted to jerk closed around his head. "MMMmmhhhhMMMM....ohhhdadddiiiiiiiiie....uuhhhhUUHHH!" and other such whimpers filled the still bedroom for several minutes as Nikki received great cunnilingus from her horny father. And then he made several stabbing motions through her hand with his dick, awakening Nikki to his needs also. She turned her face upward and began tugging on his semi-stiff erection. It had lost some of its starch as she had greedily let him do all the loving up to that point. She craned her face up slightly and began tonguing the purplish head as her hand stroked him back to full hardness, a process which took all of fifteen seconds. His tongue left her tingling slit but she felt fingers take its place, stroking her clitty in a swirling fashion for a few delightful seconds before then cruising down her labial crease, almost delving into the rounded aperture of her asshole before moving back up, his fingers spreading her lips, exposing the mouth of her cunt to the cool air of the bedroom. >From chilipeelr@aol.com Wed Oct 01 22:58:11 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Repost: Swing Man Cometh...Part 2 (inc, f/d) From: chilipeelr@aol.com (ChiliPeelr) Date: 2 Oct 1997 02:58:11 GMT -------- ********************************************************************* 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 2 - The Swing Man Cometh Again by Chili Peeler (chilipeelr@aol.com) Chapter 3 - cont. She could imagine his eyes inches away from her spread sex, studying her pink holy of holies - a place she'd willingly let him desecrate over and over with his hard prick for several months. There was nothing in the world like fucking with her father. Having him between her legs, socking his hirsute hard-on in and out of her pussy, seeing the lust in his eyes as childhood memories flashed through her mind at the same time. Daddy dancing with her at a school father-daughter function in seventh grade... dear Daddy pushing her knees back toward her shoulderblades... Daddy driving her to her all those early morning cheerleader practices... Daddy driving balls-deep into her elevated womanhood... Daddy looking so proud as she came off the field after she'd been crowned senior class queen....Daddy looking like he was having a stroke as his cock unloaded in her quivering belly. With her mind full of such great expectations, Nikki raised her head off the bed, wrapped her lips around the ridge of her father's prickhead and began swallowing upward, her lips stretching around his shaft as several inches of paternal prick filled her mouth. "OHHHhhh....suck it, Nikki," she heard her father grunt as she closed her eyes and began working her mouth up and around his manhood. 'Make love to it, Nikki,' Jonas thought as his hot daughter finally reciprocated with her mouth. She wasn't like a lot of women that he had been with, women that thought simply taking a cock in their mouth was what got a man off. His wife had been a prime example; she gave a blowjob that lacked almost any life. Not so with Nikki - she made love to his cock. Stroking it with her hand, taking all she could into her mouth, holding it there while her tongue pirouetted around it, taking it out, rubbing it on her face while he watched. You could tell she was getting something out of it for herself just by watching her face. He wondered if she was that way with other men or was it the added incest factor that could make her come when just sucking cock? As his daughter withdrew his erection from her mouth and began kissing the bottom of his shaft, Jonas continued working on her wet pussy. He shifted his fingers so that he was holding her slit open with his forefinger and ring finger. She had such a neat pussy, the lips thin and tidy, all shaved down for thong wearing. He strummed the tip of his middle finger up across her half- hidden clit, then rubbed at it harder. He didn't have to be told that she liked having it worked on. Nikki was loving his nut sac, taking hairy portions inside her mouth while her hand tugged on his prick. He quickened his buffing of her joy button with his finger and she began a string of humming moans that resonated through his nuts. "That's good, huh?" he said loud enough for her to hear. "Your clit's as hard as a pebble, baby.....no, no, keep your legs open...so hot...look at that pretty pussy." Jonas dipped his hand over, his middle finger rubbing down the inside pink of her slit until it found his target - the open, inviting mouth of her juicy cunt. He hooked his digit into her hot hole, pushing past her elastic portal, burying it up to the second knuckle with a steady push. Her crotch lifted against his hand, seeking more finger, wanting to be filled but it was all she was going to get with his hand the way it was. "Finger me, Dad," she said beneath him as she pulled his stiff dick back to her mouth. "Make me come.... I need to come." She launched into full speed, sucking his cock like a marvelous maniac, all corkscrewing mouth and hand. She was going to coax a big load from his balls within minutes at the pace she was setting but he didn't care. She'd get him hard the rest of the afternoon with no problem. He began slapping his hand against her sex mound, senting his finger in and out of her pussy as his palm batted against her clitoral area as well. At the full depth of his finger thrusts, he pressed at the top of her pussy, looking for that spot that drove her crazy. He'd gone through most of his life oblivious to the G-spot but Nikki had let him practice all he wanted, spreading her legs and letting him finger her to orgasm on several occasions. "Oh, Christ!" he gasp as she pulled his buttocks down with her hands, sending his erection deeper into her rising mouth. His prickhead bottomed out at the entrance to her throat as she went into one of her long, hold-it-in, tongue-massaging sucks. The urge to shove downward and send his cock into the one place it had never been - her throat - was intense. He'd fooled around with a woman once that specialized in deepthroating and he'd loved the sensation of throat. But Nikki had never tried it on him or even let on that she had tried something like that. Of course it was hard to think of anything that Nikki had not tried! He let himself down on his left elbow, reaching around the back of her legs with his left hand to bring it into play. As he worked a second finger of his right hand into his daughter's drooling snatch, he also placed the thumb of his left hand into the small crater of her asshole and began pressing it in circular patterns on her puckered anus, not hard enough to enter but to stimulate it. "Whhhummmfff..... ohhhhyessss!" Nikki shouted after she pulled his achingly hard rod from her mouth. "Uuuh... right there...YESSS! ....OOOHHHHHHAAAAAAAHHH!" Like that, she went off as his fingers found the powderkeg spot in the upper lining of her hot hole. He couldn't stop her thighs from closing around his hand this time and his head was squeezed between her knees. He was able to keep her bucking hips from twisting under him by pressing down with the heel of his hand on her lower belly and wrapping his left hand further around her opposite leg. "AAAAHHHHH... HHHAAHHAA ....UUUUHHHHH!" "Let it go, honey," he rasped as he kept his fingers working in her spasming slot. "Come hard .... Jesus, yes, hahahhhaaa." He broke into a soft chuckle at how over the top she went. The surge of her orgasm made him giddy. Her hips stopped their frantic torquing after half a minute and she became still, although her thighs and tummy quivered for some time after she went slack. As she let her legs fall back open, Jonas pulled his slick fingers from her syrupy love tunnel and petted her pussy lovingly, wiping her sex juices on her outer labia and trimmed muff as he basked in his ability to make his daughter come so hard. Chapter 4 "That was super," Nikki sighed contentedly and Jonas rolled off her toward the headboard of her bed. Nikki lay there, one hand rubbing across the nipple of her left breast, one eye looking at him through a translucent curtain of her hair which had spilled across her face in the throes of her orgasm. "That was indeed super," Jonas agreed as he leaned back against the upholstered headboard and ran his left foot across her stomach. "It's not often that I get you off before me at the start," he joked. "Don't be hard on yourself," she said, grabbing his foot with both hands. "I know I'm just toooooo irresistable," she said with fake braggadocio. "Well come here and finish what I started, Ms. Irresistable," he said as he spread his legs, caught his softening erection in his hand and wagged it at her. It was in her interest too, he thought. The longer he lasted later, the better she would enjoy herself. "You ask so nicely. How can I say no?," Nikki said sweetly, shaking the hair from her face as she rose up on her knees facing him. Her hands gathered her hair and she began to arrange it up off her shoulders, behind her head. "There's some clips in the drawer. Get me one." Jonas leaned over and opened the bedside nightstand drawer and found a small dish with several toothy hairkeeperuppers. He fished out a black one and tossed it at his daughter. She caught it while holding her hair up with the other hand. "Sexy....and good hand/eye coordination," Jonas said as he leaned back and watched her insert the hair fastener. With her arms up, her ribcage was very pronounced, forming an arch below her flattened breasts. Her belly just seemed to slowly blend away from him, falling down into the junction of her thighs. "Is Daddy ready for me to suck him off?" Nikki said in a baby- talk voice as she walked on her knees up between his legs, her hands falling on his raised knees. Jonas let his legs fall further open as his daughter came closer. "Yes, my little girl," he replied as her hands slid down the inside of his thighs. Her knees finally stopped a couple of inches from his ass, much too close for what she was promising. Nikki was pliable but there was no way she could bend over that sharply and suck his dick. She was going to make him suffer a little longer. Her hands continued sliding up his semi-reclining body. Over his belly, up his chest and finally onto his shoulders. This upward trek dipped her body over his and he slid his hands around her slender sides, grasping the hard vault of her ribcage under her soft skin as she came lower. Her green eyes were locked with his before she closed them, turning her face to kiss him with her seductive mouth. Her kisses were just little skirmishes, hit-and-nip teasers that did not devolve into the deep frenching that Jonas wanted. Her hands moved up on either side of his neck, her thumbs riding up to stroke the rear of his jawbone and then soft area just behind it, just under his ears. Jonas slipped his hands under his forward-leaning baby and lightly grabbed her dangling breasts. Gravity had pulled them into pointy conicals; his hands now pressed her soft titflesh back up against her body and began to massage them like dough being readied. Nikki blew a soft gasp against his lips as he thumbed her stiff nipplestalks, pushing the reddish-brown paps this way and that way. Nikki's palms tightened on the side of his head, her thumbs slipping into his earholes as she tilted his head backward. Her mouth slid down to his neck, wet tongue licking the underside of his chin and then continuing downward. Her body shifted backward and Jonas let her downy titties slip from his hands, his fingers slipping up over her hard collarbones as he drew his hands from under his orally-gifted daughter. He rested them on her shoulders, palms-down, as she kissed and sucked at the hollow of his neck. "Mmmmmm...... Nikki, you teaser," he murmured as her hands slid down the front of his neck and swirled across the hairy expanse of his chest. He pressed backward on her shoulders with his hands, not hard enough to actually move her, but certainly it conveyed his desire to have her ever-working mouth go way lower. She had not touched his cock at all during the entire process but it had certainly responded to her touches on other areas of his body. What had been wobbling and slightly-deflated was now north-south and rampant. Still, his daughter seemed to be in no hurry to gratify him, choosing instead to run her tongue back up onto his neck. 'Ignore this!' Jonas thought as he dug his heels into the bed, pressed his back toward the headboard and slowly raised his hips up at Nikki's trunk. The spongy head of his erection hit her upper abdomen, pressed inward for a brief second and then straightened out between their bodies. As he lowered his butt back onto the bed, Nikki stopped her neck nibbling and looked him in the eye. He could tell she was enjoying driving him crazy. "Say pretty please," she coaxed, talking to him like a rude child that needed to be taught better manners. "Pretty please.....with sugar on top," he added to keep her from prolonging her teasing with the standard follow-up. As she moved backward in her crouch, he grabbed her head with both hands and watched as her mouth moved to envelop his hard-on. Her tongue first lapped at the bottom of his crimson glans as his prick stood at about a forty-five degree angle from his belly. The touch and the sight triggered a strong, reflexive upward jerk of his cock, smacking the bottom of his shaft against her chin and lips as her tongue withdrew. "Wuuuuu," Nikki chuckled naughtily in surprise. Keeping her hands on the bed on either side of his waist, Nikki corralled the top of his straining manhood with her lips and took the mushroom head into her mouth. "Aaahhhhh," Jonas sighed, leaning his head back, as Nikki nursed on the helmet, her soft, hot tongue slithering on his knob, back and forth, around and around. Slowly and methodically, she tormented him into higher and higher euphoria. 'What a little lover she is....if I'd only known,' Jonas thought as Nikki began bouncing her lips up and down on just his cockhead, the pursed portal of her mouth surrendering and recapturing the flared rim of his head again and again. 'Could I have had the guts....how would Nikki have reacted?' Joans had never thought about what might have been. She'd always been a headturner back in high school. Not that Jonas had ever thought about her that way except maybe when she went out on a date and he met the boy and would have these momentary mental pictures of her and the guy thumbling away in the backseat of a car somewhere, just like he had done when he was her age. But now he wondered what she would have done had he touched her provocatively, maybe in her bedroom, late at night when his wife, her mother, was asleep just down the hall. Would she have cried? Would she have let him but been traumatized years later? Or would she have touched him back? Was Nikki a little horndog, even back then? She had once told him that she wasn't a virgin at fifteen. So she was knowledgable about sex back when he thought she was a little angel. He pictured her laying on her bed back then, he sitting beside her, rubbing her belly as she wore panties and a cut-off sleep shirt. She was smiling, not scared or angry. Then, she hooked her fingers in the top of her panties and pushed them down to mid- thigh. Jonas saw her pussy as it looked back then, perfect with just a little hair. Knowing she wanted sex - sex with her own father - he tore at the clasp buttons on his pajama bottoms with his free hand and saw his teenage child's eyes go wide as his huge erection shot up from seemingly nowhere. Like a hungry lioness, young Nikki rolled over and shoved her mouth down on his cock..... "Ohhhhhfuck!" Jonas groaned as he opened his eyes and looked down to see Nikki's lips way down his cockshaft in real time, the wet contours of her mouth filled with his now painfully hard sex organ. His fingers tightened on the back of her head as she began to suck him in earnest, lips dragging up and down the glistening barrel of his manhood as she worked his entire length. "Beautiful, sweetheart..... just like that... aaahhhh... suck it.... suck that dick.... ohhhhhshit!" he swore as her head quickened its bobbing. If she had looked up at him right then, looked up with those blue eyes and her mouth full of his cock, he would have lost it. Gritting his teeth against the avalanche of ecstasy that threatened to bury him, he looked up and away from Nikki's working mouth. There was no reason to resist his orgasm; after all, the sooner he came, the sooner he could refract and then they could get down to some real fucking. But, it was a man's instinct to hold out as long as possible. He ran his right hand down the back of Nikki's neck and onto the top of her slender back, his eyes tracing the bumpy row of her spine as it ran away toward the small triangular non-tanned thong area just at the top of her ass. Her tanned, pointy ass was stuck up in the air, the spread of her knees causing her buns to separate and create a deep valley. 'That's just the way I'm gonna fuck her later.... drive her face into the pillows!" Jonas swore to himself. Thinking about screwing Nikki's tight pussy broke down the dam that he had been trying to keep up. The countdown had begun and there would be no stoppage in the count, his rocket was lit and would soon explode. "OHHHH, get ready!" he rasped as he again took control of her head with both hands. Nikki had begun another slow drag on his throbbing pillar and her lips were again up sucking on his plum-like cockknob. His compusure blown away, Jonas began humping up into Nikki's mouth, fucking it in frenzied jabs as he dug his heels into the bed. "Mmmmmfff..... wwuuuummmm," Nikki moaned hotly around his flashing prick. They encouraged him on, told him she was able to take his lunges, that she understood what was coming. "AHHHHNIKKKKIII.... OOOOHHH..... NNNGGGGHHAAAA!" Jonas roared in release, his sight telescoping down into darkness, as his cock jetted the first cumshot in Nikki's ready mouth. His balls had a week's worth of seed stored up and the next shot was as powerful as the first. It felt like each would have gone a foot in the air had Nikki not swallowed them down. Her lips had sealed around the undersides of his jerking glans as his hips had fallen back to the bed. "OOHHyeaaaahh," he grunted as his vision began to clear and he felt Nikki's hand wrap around his spasming shaft. His prick was continuing to shoot his sap into her hovering lips and Nikki was pulling on his pumping prick, milking more and more cum from his deflating balls. "Honey.... oh, Nik," he murmured finally, letting his hands fall away to the sides as he slumped back against the bunched pillows and the headboard. She looked up at him, her wet hand torquing around his fading erection as she coaxed the last of his sperm across her wiggling tongue. She looked so........ proud of herself. "Wowwwww," she finally said as she let his dick slide from her lips. "Daddy, I think that was the hottest one yet. I especially liked the end. You were fucking my mouth." "You liked that?" "God, yes. I guess I never told you. I always like it when a guy does that. And with you doing it... mmmmmm. It was so.... powerful. Like raw energy," she explained as she ran her index finger below her lower lip, wiping off the saliva/cum that had collected there. She raised up on her knees facing him and ran that wet finger down between her thighs, letting him watch as she rubbed the finger in the folds of her pussy. "All that energy went right down here, Daddy." "Baby, you are so bad. You want to kill your old man?" "Oh, I bet you could get it up for me." Nikki emphasized the word 'me'. "I could, honey, but let's take our time. We got all afternoon." "And evening," Nikki added. "Unless you have other plans." "None as enjoyable," he admitted as he playfully closed his knees around her hips. Nikki stroked the front of his thighs for a few seconds and then suggested, "How about a shower?" "Capital idea, young lady. Bring me a new martini and I'll get the shower going?" "Sure," she agreed. She blew him a kiss, untangled herself from his legs and padded toward the bedroom door. Her tanned asscheeks jiggled like Jello and he watched until she was out of sight. 'A jury wouldn't convict me if they could sample those goods,' he absolutely thought as he rolled off her bed and headed into the bathroom. Hitting the lights, he spent a moment appraising himself in the mirror over the sink. He decided that he still had what it took. The body was hanging in there. A little more grey hair than a few years ago, a little belly coming on. But all and all, not shaggy in the least. 'And now I can bang anyone I want without a wife snooping around,' he happily reflected as he turned to reach in the shower. Nikki's condo had a shower/bathtub combined and the idea of laying in a bath, holding his daughter/lover, seemed more enjoyable than just showering. He hit the stopper toggle switch and turned on the water to begin filling the tub. Jonas heard the phone ring, once, then the second ring was shortened as Nikki must have answered in the other room. Over the sound of the water, he could not hear what was being said but he was sure that Nikki would keep the conversation short. Not finding what he wanted on the sides of the tub, Jonas opened the cabinet under the sink and rummaged around until he found some bath oil. He opened the cap and took a whiff of the stuff. Very flowery but he was a romantic. He poured a capful into the water and whisked his hand around in the water, mixing it in. The feeling of the hot water on his hand suddenly made him want to take a piss in the worse way. He moved to the toilet, lifted the seat and let loose. There was a momentary intense stinging as the PH changed over. 'A small price to pay for all the good times.' He flushed the toilet and went back to the tub. The water level was over a foot deep and he decided that would be enough with two bodies. He turned off the water and hung a towel over the shower curtain pole, where it would be easily reachable when they were through. He heard Nikki laugh in the other room, still talking to whoever had called. 'Come on, Nikki, cut it short and get your little sexy ass in here,' he wished, stepping into the tub and gingerly lowered himself down. "I miss you too.... only a month or so and we'll be together again. Hey, I gotta go. You-know-who is waiting for me..... boy, are we ever...... he'll want to see you too, as soon as you're back... he talks about you all the time.... I'm not lying, you cutie ....really got to go.... OK ..... love you, bye." Nikki hung up the phone and grabbed her father's freshened drink, smiling as she thought about the call. She sipped at the strong mixture as she walked back to her bedroom. She did not hear the shower running and wondered what her father was up to. She had fulfilled her part of the bargain. "Oh, a bath, huh?" she said as she came into the bathroom and saw her father sprawled out in the tub. "Hope you don't mind. Thought it might be fun," her father said, his eyes unabashedly staring at her tanlined crotch. "Mmmhhhmmm," she purred as she stepped into the tub, facing her loving father. Bending at the waist, she handed his drink to him. "I topped off your drink." "I see that. Thank you very much." Nikki lowered herself into the hot scented water and then moved her legs over his, sliding toward him a little. Her calves slid around his sides as he leaned toward her. "Who was that on the phone?" he asked, stroking her thigh with his free hand as she leaned back on her elbows, getting her body wet up to her neck. "That was Tori." They both shared a smile as each thought about Nikki's best friend. Tori was the only one, outside of Uncle Lance, that knew about the incest in their family. Bi-sexual, big-titted Tori. "She coming home soon?" "Fairly soon. I told her you were looking forward to fucking her again," Nikki lied as she sat back up and grabbed a bar of soap from the holder. Well, it was not really a lie; she was just stretching the truth. "Nikki, you shouldn't say something like that over the phone," he said, getting all paranoid. "Dad, I was just kidding. I know better than that. But she understood what I was talking about." "Good," he said, relaxing. "It will be nice to get the two of you back in bed. I like watching you gals going at it." "We put on quite a show for you, didn't we?" Nikki recalled. The weekend before Tori went back to college, the beach house had been the site of a hot, hot three-way. She and Tori had gone into their exhibitionist lesbian lovemaking while her father had watched. After twenty minutes of watching titsucking and fingerfucking and pussylicking, he jumped right into the fray and banged them both until they were sore. "Unbelievable, baby," he complimented her. He drank a healthy swig of his martini and set the glass on the side of the tub. "What are you going to do with that soap?" "Ummm, how about I rub it all over your body?" Nikki said seductively. "You're going to have to get closer than that." With that, he gripped her knees and pulled backward, mimicing the motion of making a wheelchair go backwards. Her butt was easily pulled across the smooth bottom of the tub until her crotch was only inches from his. She pressed her hands into his body, holding the bar against his hairy chest, as his hands slid down the outsides of her thighs. The masculinity of her father swept over her as she felt the muscles in his chest under her fingers, his thighs against the backs of her legs, the size of his hands as they slid around her lower back. She just wanted to climb in his lap and feel him squeeze her body with his arms. She felt so safe there and also so turned on! Having her main male authority figure touching her, fucking her, possessing her totally - it was awesome. "Got me where you want me?" she said as she began soaping his chest with her hands. "For the time being," he replied. They were quiet for several minutes as Nikki rubbed her soapy hands on his neck, arms and chest. Then, out of the blue, he said, "I think I'm the luckiest man in the world. I haven't felt so alive in years." "We're both lucky," she assured him. "I was just thinking how safe I feel with you. Especially in bed." She ran her hands around his back, soaping it. She leaned forward to reach around him and her dad kissed her forehead. She turned her face up to him and his lips found hers. They pulled each other closer still as their tongues danced together in each other's mouths. Nikki's hands came between their bodies and found his penis, pulled on it. She felt it begin to grow. "I think it's almost time to go back to bed," she told him as he broke the kiss and leaned back on his hands. "You're working miracles down there," he agreed. "But first I get to soap you up." With that, he pushed his body forward in the tub until he had enough room to lay back. He went totally under, head and all. He came up out of the water and used both hands to slick his hair back off his face. He opened his eyes and held his hand out for the soap which Nikki gladly gave him. Having her father's hands rubbing her down was going to get her so hot. "Alright, turn around and I'll start on your back." Nikki reluctantly let go of his reawakening peter and leaned back on her hands as he had just done. Then she kicked her legs up, raising them high in the air as her dad swung his arms out of their way. Crossing her ankles after they cleared his head, she spun in the piked position, folding her legs down as her back turned toward him. As his hands fell on her shoulders, she used her feet to push off from the end of the tub and slid her body back into the crock of his legs. His strong hands began to massage her shoulders and neck, sending shivers down her spine as his fingers pushed and squeezed the underlying muscles. "Mmmmmm, that feels goooood," she said softly. He worked on her shoulders for another minute or two, making her arch her back in pleasure and pain on a few of his digs. Then he moved his hands down her back, picking the discarded soap out of the water and running the bar down the contours of her spine. His fingers slipped under her arms, rubbed in her pits and teased at slipping around to touch her breasts. But his fingertips always stopped just short. It was enough to make her nipples harden, knowing that his hands soon would play across her chest. She felt him leaning over her and nearly squealed when his mouth fell on the side of her neck. She tilted her head, offering him all the access he wanted. As he kissed and sucked on her neck, his hands went below the water line. His fingers rubbed the outside of her squashed asscheeks and the back of her thighs as she leaned back against his chest. "Time to do your front," he whispered in her ear, his hot breath an erotic knife through her head. He lay his chin over her shoulder and watched with her as his hand ran across her stomach. His right hand appeared with the bar of soap and he began moving it in circles on her tummy. His left hand worked the soap around her stomach and came up just under her breasts. >From chilipeelr@aol.com Wed Oct 01 22:59:58 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Repost: Swing Man Cometh..Part 3 (inc, f/d) From: chilipeelr@aol.com (ChiliPeelr) Date: 2 Oct 1997 02:59:58 GMT -------- ********************************************************************* 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 3 - The Swing Man Cometh Again by Chili Peeler (chilipeelr@aol.com) Chapter 4 - cont. 'Rub my tits... oh, Daddy, rub my nipples,' she mentally projected at her father as her fingernails dug into his shins. If he was trying to tease her, he was doing an excellent job. Nikki was tingling from head to toe. But his left hand began to spiral downward, past her bellybutton, down her flat belly, under the water, right down between her legs. "Ohhhhhyesssss!" she gasp as his fingers slipped into the needy folds of her pussy. He shimmied his fingers over her clit like he was buffing a piece of silverware. "Mmmmmm.... oh yes, yesss.... aah." "Hold on, baby," he said and she felt herself falling backward as he leaned back against the rounded end of the tub. His palm clamped down and squeezed her cuntmound softly as he pulled her up over his body. Her hands found the sides of the tub as his hips slid under hers, his cock pressing against her ass as her lower body rose above the level of the bathwater. She looked down her gleaming body and watched as her father's fingers pulled back through the matted pubes of her trimmed tuft, leaving them raised like a twinkling forest. "God, what a pretty pussy," he whispered, his left cheek snuggling against her right cheek as she totally reclined on his sturdy form. "Rub it, Daddy.... rub my pussy!" Nikki pleaded out loud now. She knew now that she was not going to leave the tub without her pussy having a good come. She was too turned on and her father had most likely elevated her so he could watch. He had a real voyeuristic streak in him. "OK, baby," he whispered, a hint of amusement in his voice. "We got to get your pussy nice and clean, right?" "Mmmmhhmmmm," she gasp as he ran the bar of soap down between her legs as well. The soft blunt surface of the bar slid up and down her slit like the head of a dildo. She cupped her tits with her hands and leaned her head back over his shoulder, closing her eyes. "Uhhhhhhhmmmmm..... aahhhhaaaa." "Oh, yeah, squeeze your tits for Daddy," he grunted, obviously enjoying the sight of her hands stimulating herself as well. He hardly ever referred to himself as "Daddy" during their sex sessions, although she knew he got off when she reminded him of her parentage. "Ummmmm.... watch your little girl play with her titties," she purred, laying on the taboo reminder. "Daddy, my nipples are sooo hard!" "They look hard, Nikki..... twist them for me." "Like this?" She took thumbs and forefingers and pulled up on her nipples. She felt her flattened breasts stretching upward, pulling away from her chest in pointy cones. She twirled her nips between her fingers like tacky pencil shafts and ground her ass against her father's very hard cock. She felt the bar of soap drop into the water between her splayed legs, the water splashing up on her thighs. Before the splash had died away, her father's hand was between her tits. "Let me feel these tits, baby," he said huskily. Nikki arms went up behind her father's head as he began rubbing her supple knockers with his soapy hand. The fingers of his left hand attacked her clit once again. "Ohhhhhhh.... make me come, Dad.... rub it harder... harder!" Nikki's back arched as her father played her wet body like an upright bass. This left hand plucked at her clit while his right hand strummed the tanlined swells of her breasts. And the tune he was playing was a stairway to heaven! "HHHHHHHHHHAAA.... OOOOOOOOMMM... OOOOOOOH.. YESSSSUHHHHH!" Nikki fairly well screamed as she began to thrust her imploding pussy up at her father's fingers. Her arms released their deathgrip on her father's neck and whipped downward as she tried to cover the hand buried in her bouncing crotch. Her right arm was obstructed by her father's arm around her chest but her left hand covered his fingers, tried to push them inside her. "UUUUHHHH... UUNNNNHHH.... SSSSHHH.... MMMMMMM.... UHHGGG ...GGGGUHHH." 'God, Nikki sure comes hard!' Jonas thought as he held his daughter's straining form. He had only thought to warm her up for their return to the bed but once he had her sleek, wet body in his hands, he had not been able to resist stroking every part of her. She was so soft and young and wet and naked and he loved to make her feel good. 'And now she'll be ready when we hop back in bed..... her pussy will be all hot and wet for me.' "OK, sweetie... I got you....oh, baby.... you beautiful thing," he whispered as he let his fingers rest. He kissed her shoulder as she slowly, slowly wilted back down on his body. They lay there for several minutes, not talking. Jonas just enjoyed the feeling of skin on skin, holding her slack body against his own in the warm water. He was not sure if Nikki was even still awake, she was so still. Finally, her right hand swung back and stroked his cheek. "I thought you'd gone to sleep on me," he said, dipping his right hand in the bathwater. He began scooping handfuls of the water across her body, cleaning away the soap. "Mmmmmmm, it was tempting," Nikki said with a sigh. "You make a pretty good bed. I sure enjoyed your bath idea." "Yeah, I bet your neighbors heard how much you enjoyed it," he teased. "Sorry about that. I forgot where we were. This isn't the beach house, is it?" Nikki could scream and yell all she wanted to down there. The surf and the distance between the homes were enough to keep the noisiest sex sessions a secret. "Nikki, how old were you the first time you had sex?" Jonas had again begun thinking about what might have been possible with Nikki when she was younger. With a little more information, he thought he could flesh out his guesses. "You know, I guess I never actually told you. Prepare yourself," Nikki said with a giggle, then after a moment. "I was thirteen." "Really?!" Jonas had not been expecting a number that low. Fifteen had shocked him the first time she had mentioned it. But thirteen! Nikki began to twist her body to face him. She managed to turn over on him, being careful not to give him a knee in a sensitive area. Her pretty face hovered in front of him, her eyes searching his surprised face. "I guess Mom never told you, huh?" "She knew?" "Well, not when it happened. But later, I told her." "So, you were in what?... eighth grade?" "Yeah. Dad, you looked really shocked. I mean, come on, this is L.A.. I was ready for it." She kissed him as her nipples dug into his chest and her belly pressed against his erection. 'All those years under my roof.... fucking boys,' Jonas's mind churned on the information. 'Maybe she would have liked it if I had shown her what a real man was like?' "Daddy?" "What?" "What are you thinking about?" Nikki asked, her eyes probing his. She was a little mindreader. "You really want to know?" "Yeah. It must be good. Your cock is getting harder and harder and harder," she said sexily. She was right. His sudden pedophilic fantasies about her had him very hard. He stroked her wet ass with his hands as he confessed. "I've been wondering all day what you would have done if I had tried something with you back in high school?" "Eeeeewww.... those are some very naughty thoughts," Nikki said, her tongue flicking across her lower lip as her smile got larger. "God, that would have been something, Dad!" "You would have let me fuck you?" Jonas asked, expecting by her initial reaction to get a big yes. "No! I would have gone screaming to Mom," Nikki replied. "But I was different then, Dad. I was ready to fuck you when I seduced you. But, if I knew back then about how good it is with you, I probably would have spread my legs for you." "Nikki, I would have loved to have taught you a few things back then," Jonas admitted, his hands kneading her soft asscheeks. He was about to suggest that they head back to her bed but Nikki got this look on her face like a lightbulb had just lit up in her head. "Daddy, I just thought of something that I think you'll really like. A way to turn back the hands of time. Sorta." Chapter 5 'What in the devil is she cooking up?' Jonas wondered ten minutes later as he lay naked and alone in his daughter's bed. She had said it had to be a surprise. So they had gotten out of the tub and dried each other off. Then she had made him stay in the bathroom while she went out in the bedroom. She had not closed the door and he had been able to hear her closet opening and the sound of a plastic dry cleaning bag rustling around. Then, drawers opening. Then Nikki had appeared, still naked, and had gotten something out of the nightstand. And then bent further over and had picked up a pair of tennis shoes. "Alright, wait until I'm out of here and then you get under the covers," Nikki had said and then she had disappeared into the livingroom, closing the door behind her. Jonas knew she was going to act like a much younger Nikki whenever she came back through that door. Yessir, his daughter was going to do a little role playing for him, that much he was sure of. His hand moved under the covers, stroking himself, keeping himself hard for the younger incarnation of Nikki. There was a knock on the door. "Yes, come in," he called, his heart beating a little faster. Nikki opened the door and stepped into the room. "Good morning, Daddy," she said cheerfully, posing for him in the doorway. She was wearing her high school cheerleader outfit. Jonas had not even been aware that she still had it. But it perfect. It was the embodiment of who she was back then - the popular, pretty girl that everyone knew and wanted to be around. Nikki had done her hair back in a ponytail; he could see it swishing back and forth behind her face. He could not remember her wearing her hair that way in high school but it did give her a younger look. The cheerleader costume was a two piecer - a vest on the top and a short skirt underneath. The vest, which buttoned down the middle with red buttons, was bright white with a red "B" over the heart. He remembered that she had worn a shirt of some kind underneath the vest but she did not have anything on under the vest now. Nikki had filled out a little since high school, that much was obvious. The vest was tight around her bosom, making her breasts sort of well up out of the top. The white material made her tan look even darker. The skirt was also white and pleated with an inch wide red fringe. He had been concerned that it was too short when he had first seen it on her years ago but he was not of that opinion now. But now, as a lecher, he loved the way it showed off her legs, making them look even longer than they actually were. Nikki had also put on her white tennis shoes with white ankle-high tennis socks. 'Oh, this is going to be good!' Jonas thought. "I'm sorry to wake you, Dad," Nikki continued as she began walking toward him in the bed. "But Mom is still visiting Aunt Helen and I need a ride to cheering practice." 'Very nice,' Jonas thought, 'Mother is away so we won't be disturbed.' "Sure, Nikki. You better turn away though. I sleep naked." Jonas felt dumb and excited as he lobbed his daughter and obvious opening. Nikki gave him a little quick knowing smile and then continued with their charade. "Let me find something for you to put on," she volunteered. She looked around the floor, putting a finger to her mouth like she was really intent on finding him some clothes. She slowly spun away from him and then bent over at the waist like she had found something. That cheerleader skirt slid up the back of her thighs and then all the way up and over her ass. Jonas would have had a great view of her panties - if she had been wearing any! Nikki parted her legs a little more and let him gaze long and hard on her pussy pooch, the slit twinkling between her thighs, just under the twin globes of her rear end. She straightened up, ending the erotic sight. Turning slowly back to him she said, "Daddy, I don't see anything here for you to wear," in a really innocent voice. Jonas made up his mind that he was going to instigate things the rest of the way. She had seduced him in real life and now he was going to get his chance. "Nikki, sit down here," he said sternly, patting the side of the bed near his thighs as he sat up. She instantly complied, folding her left leg underself her as she sat facing him, her right foot on the floor. A normal daughter would have noticed the large tent in the sheets covering his crotch but actress Nikki did not seem to notice. "Is something wrong, Dad?" Just a hint of worry in her voice as she fed off the unhappy tone in his last sentence. "Nikki, you're not wearing any panties." "Oh, I totally forgot!" Nikki said, putting a hand to her mouth, playing the innocent line. "Do you know what kind of girls don't wear panties?" Nikki kept silent, let him tell her what kind. "Bad girls don't wear panties, Nikki. Have I raised a bad girl?" She could answer one of two ways, yes or no, and Jonas had a response ready for either one. But she sort of mixed the two together in one answer. "I'm sorry, Daddy," Nikki said contritely. "I try to be a good girl but sometimes I am bad, I guess. I like the way it feels when I don't have panties on," she volunteered at the end. "Is that the only reason that you don't wear panties?" Jonas jumped on the line she had thrown him. "Well, I know that the boys at school like it when I don't wear my panties." 'Perfect!' Jonas thought as she went on the bad girl theme. "Then you definitely are a bad girl," he said with conviction. "But being a bad girl can have certain advantages, Nikki." He lay his hand on her left knee. Nikki looked down at it quickly and then back up at his face. "What kind of advantages?" she asked, acting as if she was still oblivious to the opening moves of his come-on. "Bad girls can do things that other girls their age could never do..... things they really enjoy." He slid his hand down her thigh until his fingers were just at the fringe of her skirt. "And they can do these things anytime they want as long as they don't tell anyone. Since you're a bad girl, I know you wouldn't tell anyone if something enjoyable happened." "I won't tell, Daddy," Nikki said quickly. Jonas was surprised for a second that she seemed to be dropping the innocent line. She could have made him continue working her longer. But then he noticed how she was breathing and the way her legs were opening a little wider. That was when it hit him that Nikki was as turned on as he with their role playing. "Of course you won't, sweetheart. I bet you've already done some enjoyable things and haven't told anyone. I bet you've let a boy do some enjoyable things to you, haven't you? It's alright, you can tell me." "Yes," Nikki said softly. "Good, there's nothing to be ashamed of in that." His hand slid further up her thigh, up under her skirt. Nikki eyes held his and he could see that she was about to climb the wall. He liked being able to tease her a little after that slow blowjob she had given him earlier. Still, he was anxious to get on with it himself. "You're young, Nikki, and you should enjoy yourself all you can. I think you should skip your cheering practice this morning." "Really?" Nikki said. "Yes, I think I'm going to keep you home and give you a little bad girl practice," Jonas told her as he turned his palm toward her crotch and placed his fingers on her wet pussy. 'Wow.....this is hot stuff!' Nikki thought as she welcomed the fingers on her insatiable sex slit. Her father had already eaten her out and masturbated her in the tub and still she was anxious for more. Especially with the fantasy she was playing out for him. She had thought she'd just be cute and flash her pussy at him and he would have just pulled her down on the bed and fucked her. But he was spinning a complex fantasy that she was caught up in herself. "Daddy! You shouldn't be touching me there," Nikki said in feigned shock. She did not try to take his hand away; in fact, she undulated her pussy on his fingers, pressing herself into them. She could not help giving him a smile to let him know that she was enjoying herself. He winked at her before he continued. "I know you like it, Nikki. You're all slick.... I can feel you rubbing yourself on my fingers. We're going to do all kinds of things that we shouldn't.... and you're going to love every one of them. Now, pull that skirt up and let me see your pussy." Nikki grabbed the hem of her cheerleader skirt with her left hand and pulled it back against her stomach, baring herself at his command. "Ah, that is pretty! Nice and young.... I bet it's nice and tight, too. Let me check that out," he said as he wormed his middle finger into the mouth of her pussy. "Oh, Daddy!" "Ooooh, that is tight!" he exaggerated. His finger was easily slipping in and out of her juicy sex. "I'm going to take care of that for you, honey..... it's gonna feel so good when I slip it into you." 'My God, I've never seen him like this!' Nikki thought. Nikki usually was the one to talk dirty; she liked hearing her father break out and talk dirty. He was hardly ever so graphic as he was being with her now. At the most, he would tell her what a great pussy she had in his throes of passion. He was a pretty straightlaced guy eventhough he was an incestuous daughter fucker. "Daddy, the way you're talking to me..... it makes me feel so dirty, Daddy.... what are you going to do to me?" "Whatever I want." He reached with his left hand and began to rub the visible swells of her breasts. "Right now I want you to show me your tits." "Yes, Daddy," Nikki whispered as she brought both hands to the top button of her top, letting her skirt fall back over his pussy fucking fingers. Her fingers undid the top button and then the button underneath that. The top opened, showing her father her pale high-riding titties. "Look at those puppies," her father sighed. His finger withdrew from her moist crease and his hand slid out of her lap, up her thigh. Nikki missed its diddling immediately but he slid it into her open top as she worked on the third button of the five. "Baby, you got pretty big tits for a sixteen year old," her father said with another wink. Her tits at twenty were almost the same as when she had been sixteen; maybe a little fuller. Nikki had been a cheerleader all four years of high school. She thought it was revealing that her father was fantasizing about her as a 10th grader rather than as a senior. 'He wants we really young, the dirty old man!' "That's enough buttons. Now fold these back under here.... yeah, show those things, baby," her father commanded. He had her fold back the unbuttoned portion of her top on itself and slide the material back under arms. Now her tits were fully exposed, yet she was still wearing the outfit which she knew was helping in his fantasy. "Now button that third button back up," he told her. She did so with some difficulty and the closing of the top lifted her breasts like an underwire bra, pushing them together and lifting them up. It was a little uncomfortable but her Dad loved the effect. "Look at those proud puppies," he said hotly as his hand rubbed back and forth on them, making her nipples stand up to their full height. "Just the sight of your nipples has me all hard, baby. My bad girl has me all hard." Of course, Nikki had seen the tent in his lap. Something like that could not be missed. She wanted to grab his erection through the sheet and stroke it but it would have been out of character for the sweet and innocent girl she was playing. "Feel how hard Daddy is," he continued, grabbing her right wrist with his left hand and drawing her hand onto the mountain in his groin. Nikki did not need any further encouragement. She gripped his prick through the cloth and began slowly pumping on it. Her father sucked in his breath. "My God, Dad! It feels huge!" Nikki said knowingly. "Aah, fuck...give me a kiss, baby," he grunted, looping his right hand around her and pulling her closer. Nikki leaned into him and gave him a tentative little peck on the lips, acting like she was kissing him for the first time. Her father dove on her mouth and slipped his tongue through her lips, frenching her. 'Mmmmmm, her hand is going to make me cum!' Jonas thought as he pulled his tongue from Nikki's mouth. 'So much for the nice, slow fuck I thought we were going to have.' He was going to have to blow off steam if he was going to last more than a minute between her cheerleader skirted legs. "You kiss good, darling," he told her as she leaned back and bit her lower lip, a smile starting to grow as she yanked on his unbelievably hard cock. "I'm going to have to see if that mouth is good for something else." He pulled his legs up past her sitting form and swung them from under the covers, standing up beside the bed as Nikki released his hard-on and remained still, watching him. God, she looked hot with her hair pulled back and her tits pushed up. "You ever sucked a dick, Nikki?" he asked her like she was a near virgin as he wagged his meat at her pretty face. He'd had his cock in her mouth at least a hundred times over the past months but never had he looked so forward to feel her lips around him. "Gosh, no!" She sounded like the idea was shocking but she scooted forward as he moved between her legs, bringing his aching manhood closer. "I won't be able to get that in my mouth, Daddy! It's too big." "Nonsense, Nikki.... I bet you can get your lips around it. You're going to really enjoy sucking on my cock." He fisted the bottom of his shaft and rubbed the tip of his cock against her slightly parted lips. "Open wide, sweetheart." He pushed the flared head of his cock into his daughter's mouth, watched as her lips sealed around the shaft as the helmut of his hard-on disappeared from view. "Aaahhhh....your mouth feels hot, baby.... mmmmmm, now, let me move it in and out since you haven't done this before." He enjoyed acting like a teacher, showing Nikki how to suck cock. The imagined stealing of innocence made his balls want to empty right in her mouth but he fought off the urge, temporarily at least. He began to move his cock in her mouth, pushing in another inch before pulling it almost all the way out, watching his wet glans move her lips. But after three or four slow thrusts, he felt himself slipping over the edge. "OH GOD!" he croaked as he began moving faster, thrusting deeper into Nikki's accommodating mouth. Nikki's hands gripped the front of his thighs as she felt the urgency in him quicken. She tilted her head back, looking up at him with those blue eyes as his cock beat against the top of her mouth, increasing the friction on his throbbing cock. "OH YEAH!.. FUCK!....NIKKI! ....UUUUUGHHHHH!" Jonas closed his eyes and fought to keep his balance as his orgasm ripped through his groin. He felt his cum shoot into Nikki's mouth, a long hard pulse that must have hit the back of her throat. He slapped his left hand on her shoulder and began to pump his cock as he felt more cum racing through his rod. Through the haze of his climax, he felt her draw back. Felt his cock leave her mouth as the next cumshot flew outward. He could not do anything but continue to whack his belching boner. "YESSS, DADDY!" he heard Nikki cry as he continued to milk himself in front of her. After four or five spurts, he was able to open his eyes and focus on his daughter. She was holding her breasts under his cock, catching the falling spooze on her soft tits. A pearlish-colored splash of seed covered her chin and was slowly dripping down to join the rest of his load on her shiny chest. His knees got weaker at the erotic sight. The dug his fingers into her shoulder and she looked up at him, her eyes full of sinful mirth. "Daddy, I'm sorry. I felt that stuff coming out and it scared me," she said in a little girl voice. "The stuff just kept shooting out all over my chest." 'Damn it, she is a ballbreaker," Jonas thought as he flicked the last of his spurts into the hollow of her neck. "You're a bad girl, Nikki. I'll have to teach you to swallow my stuff next time. But now, I think it's time I gave you a good fucking. Scoot back." Nikki slid backwards on the bed and lay back, her hands lifting her skirt up as she spread her legs, offering herself to him this time. Jonas, easily maintaining his erection as he gazed at his daughter's wet breasts and her cheerleader outfit, crawled over right leg, instead of between them. "Turn on your side," he told Nikki as he grabbed her left leg under the knee and lifted it toward him. She rolled on her right side, bending her left leg as it came to his body. Instead of letting it swing past his body, he pushed it back toward her shoulder, watching as her skirt opened before him. "Straighten your leg out... now pull it back," he told Nikki. She readily complied, holding her ankle as she bent her leg back in a split position that opened her crotch for his viewing pleasure. She had been holding herself up on her right elbow but now she let her shoulder fall to the bed and brought her right hand into her spread lap, ran her fingers on her splayed pussy as he watched. "Are you going to fuck my little pussy, Daddy?" she purred up at him. "I'm gonna fuck it good and hard, you bad little girl. I'm gonna fill your pussy with this big dick.... make you come all over the place!" he promised her as he crawled further into her lap. He steered his oozing cockknob down against her pinkish pussy lips and rubbed it back and forth, teasing her momentarily. "Oh yes, Daddy! Fuck my dirty little pussy!" Nikki whined. Her fingers pushed his cock down into her notch and Jonas pushed forward, began working his length into his daughter's velvety wet cunt. "Uhhhhh..... oohhh, it feels good!" Nikki gasped hotly, her fingers rubbing the area of their joining. Her nails lightly scraped his descending shaft as he pressed it deeper and deeper in her split sex. "Oh baby," Jonas murmured as he leaned over her, focusing his weight more in his hips, feeling her open up before him. Her pussy was very well lubricated by her own natural oils and her young portal stretched around his prick, resistant at first but then as welcoming as always. He grabbed her waist, one hand on her tummy, the other in the small of her back. He pushed hard with his hips and his stomach hit the back of her upheld thigh as he reached the limit of his daughter's hospitality. "God, I love it, Daddy," Nikki said, looking up at him. Her mouth was slack and hanging open, her chin still wet with his cum. "Fuck me.... fuck your little girl." Jonas began pulling and pushing his manhood in and out of her well-explored snatch, his hands pushing her skirt out of the way so he could look down at watch the pumping of his daughter's pussy. His glistening cock delved into her pink flesh again and again as he watched, her fingers close by, working her clitoris. "Soooggoooodd...... aaahhhh... aaahhhhh.... fuck me harder," Nikki panted as he yanked himself in and out of her splayed lap. He gave it to her a little harder, leaning further over her to change the angle of his attack. He could not penetrate as deep as before but he enjoyed the feeling of the back of her leg against his chest. He looped his right hand under the front of her knee and held her leg tightly. Nikki lay the side of her face on the bed and moaned as he socked his prick in her swampy sexhole. His left hand left the hot skin of her belly and ran up the cottony front of her vest top. He clutched at her pale, cum- splattered mammaries as they rippled with his thrusts. His palm smeared his own seed all over her jiggling jugs, working it into her young titflesh as he lunged over her scissored form. "Yessss...mmmmmoohhh....God, Daddddy....uummmm." After several minutes of fucking Nikki in that way, Jonas decided that he needed to change to a different position. One that would allow him a better view of his daughter's body and allow him to penetrate her deeper. He leaned back on his knees, pulling her leg back with him. Nikki let go of her ankle as she sensed that he was ready for something else. She looked up at him as he swung her leg around the right side of his body and pulled his crimson cock from her slit. >From chilipeelr@aol.com Wed Oct 01 23:02:24 1997 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: NEW: Swing Man Cometh...Part 4 (inc, F/D, FF) From: chilipeelr@aol.com (ChiliPeelr) Date: 2 Oct 1997 03:02:24 GMT -------- ********************************************************************* 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 4 - The Swing Man Cometh Again by Chili Peeler (chilipeelr@aol.com) Chapter 5 - cont. "Go ahead and put your head on the pillows," he told her. He had decided to finish things in a standard missionary position. "Mmmmmm, I was liking that," Nikki said, rubbing her pussy. "Well, move and you'll get some more," he said and slapped her leg playfully. Nikki pulled her body around and lay back on the bed in the correct orientation. Her ponytail fanned out under her head as it hit the pillow. "Come on....finish me off," she offered as she pulled her legs back toward her shoulders, bending them at the knees as she let them fall open. Her hands pulled up her skirt, showing him his tan- lined target as he walked on his knees to her. The playful voice she had used at the beginning of their fantasy fuck was gone and Jonas really did not care. The allure had worn off and now both of them just wanted to fuck and give pleasure to the other. He fit the head of his erection in her elevated notch and shoved deep into her. Leaning over her, he let his hands fall under her armpits to support himself. "Ohhhyeaaaahhh," Nikki whinnied as she looked down at her stuffed pussy and began rubbing her exposed clit with her fingers. Jonas began thrusting again, using long deep strokes. "Mmmmmm....mmmmmm.... aaaaahh... ssssshh... aaaahhhh...... uuh...uuhh...mmhhmm." Nikki lay her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes. Watching her pretty face shimmer and twitch with each roll of his hips, Jonas stroked into her for several minutes, slowly building the tempo. Despite coming twice already, he felt the distant stirrings of another on the horizon. He lowered himself and kissed her slack mouth. Her hands came up and held his head as she kissed him back, her breath panting in his mouth as their lips broke. He kissed back her jawline, going to nuzzle her exposed ear. As he reached the target and began to lick at the bony cartilage of her lobe, her arms went around his neck. "Ohhhh, I'm close....so close, Dad," she moaned close by his ear as her legs wrapped around his sides. Jonas began to pound into her gripping groin, giving her the hard fucking that would get her off. The heels of her tennis shoes dug into the top of his pumping ass as she crossed her calves around his back. He could sense her spinning upward, both by the way her hips were hungrily rising to meet his and by her vocalizations which had gone up an octave. "OOOOHH....yes..yes...YES....MMMmmmmMMM...ooohhhh," Nikki panted as he dropped his body on hers and reached back and under, going back to her thighs to get his hands under the bunched fabric of her skirt. His hands closed around her straining ass and held it still as he shifted into overdrive. "OOOOHHHGODDD..UUHHHHH....OOHHDADDDDIEEE!.... EEWW!....OHSHIT!.....UUUUUHHHHHH!" Jonas felt her pussy implode around his flashing phallus, the whole length of her sex sheath squeezing him in waves as she went over the brink. Her arms threatened to crush his neck as she held his body against her semi-clad figure. Jonas dug his fingers into Nikki's shivering ass and kept fucking her clutching crease, his own orgasm approaching as her pussy milked him insanely. Finally, with his face buried in the soft fan of her hair, he felt his climax begin. "UUUUUHHHHHHGGGGG!" he groaned into the pillow as his balls tried to deliver another load so soon. With his cock deep in Nikki's belly, it throbbed and throbbed, not delivering much cum, just going through the series of motions that the brain told it to perform. It hurt intensely each time his groin muscles shot on an empty breech but Jonas could not stop, did not want to stop! Finally, the sweet agony ended and Jonas felt Nikki's arms slip from around his neck, her shoes slide off his back as she relaxed as well. He lifted his face from beside hers and kissed her for several minutes, letting his cock deflate in her gradually. "That had to be the best ever," he finally murmured as Nikki ran her fingers through his hair. "You were an animal," Nikki admitted. "I want you to be an animal all the time, Dad." "Mmmmm, you think I've been holding back?" "Well, not holding back, just ...." Nikki thought about how to express herself. "I think, you try to be my father and my lover at the same time. You don't need to be. I won't ever get mad at you for anything that we do in bed. So don't be afraid to... just use me." Jonas was glad that she had told him her feelings. And he could see her point - he probably was trying to be too much of everything to Nikki. He had to emphasize the sexual aspect of their relationship, leave the fathering at the door of the bedroom. "I promise to try to use you....you little slut," he added and kissed her as she started to laugh. Chapter 6 Thousands of miles away, a woman stood on a sixth floor balcony, smoking a cigarette as she watched cars circling the illuminated Arc de Triomphe. Like small satellites escaping orbit, the cars peeled away down the branching boulevards, to be lost in the Paris night. It always amazed the women that she should have such a view every day and night when she thought about where she had come from. Svevlana Milonochev had grown up in Bulgaria in a very modest lifestyle as most Bulgarians did. Her father had run a bakery, eaking out a living for her and her mother. On the rare days that he took off from work, he had used to take her with him on walks around the countryside with his price posession - a camera. He had loved to take photographs and she probably owed him her comfortable accomodations as she had turned to photography as a career after she had been able to escape Bulgaria. It had not been her first career choice. She had wanted to be a model but back in the days when she had tried to make inroads into modeling, her hourglass figure had been a problem. In the 70's, the Twiggy look was still hanging on. Designers were not designing clothes for 5' 8" women with 38D-26-36 measurements. And to tell the truth, she was not a classic beauty. Her face was too full, her jawline a little too distinct. Pretty but not pretty enough. So she had tried to stay on the fringe of the fashion world, taking photographs, getting hired on at a fashion magazine, eventually starting her own studio and working with some of the biggest designers in the world. Behind her, the patio door opened and the sounds of the cocktail party spilled out around her, the piano competing with the tooting horns of the traffic below. "Svevlana, there you are." Svevlana turned toward the speaker, knowing who he was and she forced a smile on her face. "Jean Paul, are people asking for me?" Jean Paul came out onto the balcony, looking a little tipsy. He was a designer that Svevlana worked with from time to time and Svevlana knew was going to make another in a long line of passes at her. And the man was a toad. Extremely overweight, shorter than she by a foot, and a bore. "But of course. Who can go without such beauty without not noticing its absence," he said as he came to stand beside her. "But it is their loss....I love the way you say my name. Say it again." "Jeaaann Pauull," Svevlana said, drawing his name out. Her heavy Russian sounding dialect and natural hoarse voice made his name sound very sexy, even if he was not. "Oooh, you have such a voice. I wish I could hear it every day." 'Oh, but you wish that were true,' Svevlana thought, smiling all the time. "I hadn't realized it was so late," Svevlana said, looking at her watch. "Thank you so much for coming to find me." She started shuffling her way around him, heading for the door. "People must be ready to leave. I should make myself available. There is nothing worse than wanting to leave a party and not being able to find the hostess." "Such a big heart you have, my dear. Always thinking of others. I would like to repay you for all the kindness. Would you like to have dinner tomorrow?" he asked, sliding his arm around her waist as she began to move back toward the patio door. "Oh, were that I could, Jean Paul," Svevlana said with feigned sadness. "But Liza and I are going to America tomorrow on holiday. But when I get back I will certainly call you." "Do you promise?" he asked, seeming appeased to take that at least. "But of course," Svevlana said, pinching his flabby cheek with her fingers. "Oh, Jean Paul, who is that?" They had stepped back into the party and Svevlana had immediately looked for someone that Jean Paul did not know. She pointed to two thin blonde women across the room. "I do not know. But they are striking, aren't they? I must go over and speak with them, Svevlana. Would you mind?" "Certainly, Jean Paul. Go, go!" Jean Paul began to slide across the room like some overweight python intent on his prey and Svevlana asked God to forgive her for sending such a creature on two unsuspecting innocents. People started coming up, saying good night, thanking her for the invitation. Svevlana walked with them to the door and saw them off. She stopped at the bar set up in the corner of the room, asked the bartender for another glass of white wine and then told him to close up the bar for the evening. Sipping her wine, her eyes scanned the last twenty people remaining. Models or models- wanna-bes, gay designers for the most part, fashion writers - they all blended into a familiar mishmash. There was one young man in the other corner of the room that held Svevlana's eyes, though. He was young, good-looking, casually dressed as compared to everyone else. She reminded her of her former husband, an Italian rogue that had left her fifteen years ago, breaking her heart and leaving her alone with a child to support. The only thing she missed about that guy was the enthusiastic lovemaking that they had shared for the three years they were together. She wondered if the young man in the corner made love so enthusiastically. She wondered how it would feel to take him into her bed, to feel his hard body on hers. 'No, you can not think these things,' she chided herself. Svevlana was in a relationship and the thoughts she was having were very wrong beyond that fact. The young man was talking with Helene Armaud, a seventy year old fashion editor. Well, to put it more succinctly, he was being talked at. He was shaking his head occasionally as Helene was laying out her whole life story. Svevlana had been on the end of that story in the past; it was Helene's most beloved subject. The young man's eyes were not on Helene for most of the time. They were glancing across the room, toward the hallway to the bedrooms. Svevlana followed his eyes to two women in conversation at the hall entrance. One of the women was in her fifties; the other was Svevlana's friend and living companion, Liza Burton, an aspiring model from across the Channel. Svevlana felt a twinge of jealousy that the young man should be making eyes at Liza but it was understandable. Liza was a gorgeous with striking eyes, a lovely figure and an infectious smile. Svevlana knew the young man had a desire for Liza but he should know better, nothing could come of it. As if someone had sounded a bell, party-goers began to leave enmasse. Svevlana saw them off and then walked toward Helene and her bored listener. "Helene, it's late. You aren't going to be able to look at all the photos you have to tomorrow," Svevlana told her as she arrived. "Oh, there's nothing worth looking at this year," Helene squawked. "I was just telling Rico about my days in Milan. Did I ever tell you about that?" "A couple of times. I think we have to call it a night. Liza and I are leaving very early tomorrow..." "Oui, I see," Helene said. "Rico, it was so good to meet you. I will tell you the rest of the Milan stories next time we meet. I tell you, you have such a wonderful mother here." "Yes, she is pretty wonderful," Rico said, pulling Svevlana against him. "And I know she thinks the world of you as well. I look forward to talking with you again about Milan." "Goodnight," Svevlana waved as Helene shuffled off toward the door. "That was sweet of you, Rico. I know she was boring you to death." She slipped her hand around his waist as well as they started walking across the room. There was nothing wrong with hugging her son. As long as it was just hugging. "Well, I hope there won't be a test on what she was saying," Rico chuckled. "I think I lost track of her story right after her mother brought her home from the hospital. Well, I better be on my way as well. I can still do some work tonight. I feel like working. Maybe it's the wine." Rico was an artist, living in a loft down near the Seine. He was just making ends meet and Svevlana was happy to help him in the months that he had a shortfall. He was passionate about his painting and Svevlana was happy that he was focused. And his work was good, she was told, for someone only 22 years old. "All right, dear," Svevlana said, as they came apart by the door. "You came by taxi?" "Yes, not to worry. I will get home safely." Rico turned toward where Liza was still standing and called to her. "Goodnight, Liza." "Goodnight, Vince. We'll see you in a few weeks," Liza said with a wave. Svevlana and Rico exchanged traditional kisses on both cheeks and then Svevlana gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I'll be thinking of you, Rico, when we are away," Svevlana promised. "You...and Liza have a good trip." He gave another glance at Liza and then left. 'Oh, my Rico, what a crazy situation,' Svevlana thought as she closed the door. 'You thinking about Liza and me thinking about you.' Later, after the party had been cleared away and the staff paid and sent packing, Svevlana undressed in the bedroom, her mind still thinking about the desires that had recently been springing more and more through her head. Maybe it was the fact that Rico was out of the house, proving himself in the world, that had her thinking of him more as a man than as a son. Svevlana was not disturbed by the carnal thoughts about her son; it was more that she knew they were a waste of time, a fantasy that would never ever come true. And she was with someone that she loved, although their relationship was very open and unconfining. In her black silk underwear, Svevlana walked into the bathroom and began to put her hair up for the night. Her hair was naturally a light chestnut color but she had dyed her hair blonde for years and years. She did not mind having the root color show; she liked the contrast. As she finished pinning her hair up, she critically appraised herself in the mirror. Her body looked thick but she knew it would never be like it was in her youth. She had to face the fact that she was forty four years old and with age came changes in the body. 'I'm being too hard on myself,' Svevlana thought finally. The extra twenty pounds did not really make her lightly-freckled body look thick, just....substantial. She still had her curves and her ass did not have any cottage cheese. 'I'm still desirable,' she told herself as she reached behind her and undid her brassiere. She slid it off and lay it on the counter as she examined her pride and joys in the mirror. She cupped her heavy D cup breasts and lifted them in her hands. She knew her breasts had opened many doors when she was younger, gotten her interviews and other opportunities. She could tell that they had sagged over the years but she doubted anyone else would have that impression on seeing them for the first time. She smiled as she thought about the lovers she had had and the look of anticipation on their faces as she disrobed before them for the first time. Whenever she took a new lover to bed, her breasts always got a good working over. They were like magnets for hands and mouths. Without thinking about it, she rubbed her chest mounds as she stepped back from the mirror to look at her legs. She was still wearing sheer, flower-patterned black hoses which came up to mid-thigh and they made her legs look sleeker than they were. Her thighs had gotten meatier but they still looked acceptable. Her calves still looked as slender as they had when she had stepped off the boat in Marseilles. "You could look a lot worse," she said softly to the mirror as she stepped back to the counter. Liza glided into the bathroom, her pale blue silk blouse billowing around her long, bare legs. 'She is such a gorgeous creature,' Svevlana thought. Raven hair worn just to the shoulders, usually hooked back behind her ears on the sides, a creamy complexion, slender but with a healthy busom, graceful long legs, electric blue eyes and a wide sensuous mouth. They had met at a fashion shoot a year ago and had just clicked from the very first. Asking her to move into her home had been a leap for Svevlana after all the years of living alone but she knew she had made the right decision. "You're not starting without me, are you?" Liza said in her lilting British tongue as she moved behind her and slid her hands around Svevlana's waist. She pressed herself back against Liza as the young model rested her narrow chin on Svevlana's bare shoulder. "Maybe, but it is much better when you arrive," Svevlana replied as her fingers teased her own rising nipples. "I'm very much in the mood tonight." "Good. So am I," Liza said, kissing her neck lightly before looking at Svevlana's eyes in the mirror again. "It will be the perfect ending to a perfect party." "A perfect party? Which party were you at." "Don't be a bother. You know everyone had a good time," Liza said. "I had a good time. I got propositioned." "By whom?" she asked. She was curious, not upset. Almost all the partygoers knew that they were not exclusive to each other, so it was not a serious breach of etiquette to make a pass at either of them. Liza and she had an open relationship and each dated outside parties with the knowledge of the other. Svevlana was bi-sexual right down the middle; moving and working in the fashion society with so many lesbian models had been a very easy road into sapphic love. Liza was still primarily heterosexually oriented. Svevlana had been Liza's first and only female lover as far as she knew. "Sofia Bregelli," Liza answered. "Oh, Liza, really! Sofia? I didn't think you would be interested in her." "You must admit that she's pretty," Liza countered. "Pretty, yes. Paris is full of pretty women. But Sofia is not a good person," she said, "I'm sure she's taking some sort of drugs to stay that thin. And she has such a foul mouth." "I know. Anyway, I respectfully declined her advances. So I guess you'll have to do for tonight," Liza teased as her hands slid down the outside of her panties, her fingers pressing the sheer fabric into Svevlana's crotch. "Mmmmm," she purred as Liza stroked her sex mound and began nibbling on her neck. She let her hands fall away from her tits and reached behind her to grab Liza's hips. Her hands pulled the silk blouse up until her fingers fell on the bare skin of Liza's outer legs. She ran her palms upward expecting to find panties as well but she felt only soft skin. Knowing that her lover had removed her panties, she slid her right hand between their bodies, her fingers dipping down into the junction of her amorous partner. "Ooooooohh," Liza gasp close to her ear as her fingers found her bald slit. Liza kept herself completely shaved for ease in modeling and because she had such a pretty pussy. She delved her fingers in the soft, rubbery gates to Liza's womanhood as Liza ground her hips against her pantied bottom, pinning her hand between their bodies. Svevlana watched the reflection of Liza's eyes close as the leggy Brit nipped at her earlobe with her perfect white teeth. Hot air filled her ear as Liza exhaled strongly, the sudden contact between thumb and clitoris kicking her breathing up a notch. Svevlana's body broke out in a prickly warmth as Liza's hands slid up over the feminine swell of her belly, manicured nails tracing a slow sensuous course upward, ever upward. "Mmmmmmmm," Svevlana mewled as Liza's palms flattened themselves on the flat area below her outthrust chest mounds, her thumbs flipping up perpendicular to index fingers, moving around the sides of her breasts as Liza's slender hands wormed themselves into the undercleavage of her titflesh. Svevlana pried her hand from Liza's moist lap and moved both of her hands back to grab Liza's downy derriere as Liza pressed her jaw into Svevlana's, their faces side by side in the mirror once again. "Let's go to bed, darling," Svevlana suggested with a smile as she squeezed Liza's behind. "I want to lick you....all....over." Liza's eyes flashed her desire for just such a salacious activity. "I like the sound of that," Liza purred as she turned in her arms. The two women shared an opening kiss, their lips sucking and nibbling each others. Giggling at the playful swipe of a tongue across her chin, Liza took Svevlana's hand and led her to their bed. Liza pulled down the covers of the high, canopied bed and turned back to Svevlana, Liza's fingers beginning to unbutton the blouse that she still wore. "No, leave it on....for now," Svevlana said, moving into Liza, pushing her into a sitting position on the side of the bed. She moved between the legs of the raven-haired model, her hands pressing back on Liza's shoulders as she rode the women flat onto the silk sheets. They kissed for several minutes, Liza's arms wrapped around her neck as she supported herself on her left elbow and her right hand reached back to stroke Liza's bare hip. "Mmmmmm," Liza hummed as she kissed down her long, lovely neck. She could smell the dabs of perfume that her lover had placed for her - behind the underside of her ears, in the hollow of her neck, down on her breastbone. Liza had undone the top button of her blouse and Svevlana ran her tongue on Liza's creamy skin as far down her breastbone as she could go. Liza's soft palms caught Svevlana's full, dangling tit-globes as she worked down Liza's body. Delicate, manicured fingers pulled at her hardening nipples as Svevlana raised her face, her own hands sliding up the front of Liza's silk blouse to likewise grab the Brits saucy knockers through the slinky material. "You look so beautiful," Svevlana sighed at her lover, gazing at her eyes and that face with its near-perfect bony structure. Liza's mouth was slack, her full lips open as she breathed in deeply. Liza smiled as her tits were massaged, the outline of her own hard nipples now readily apparent through the blouse's material. Svevlana dipped her body and licked at one of the silk-wrapped prominences as Liza watched through slitted eyes. "Aaahh.....oh 'Lana," Liza cooed as her lover's tongue soaked the pale silk into a darker shade, the wiggling of her tongue sending shivers through her reposed figure. Svevlana switched to the other breast, tongueing the hidden pap for a few seconds before pressing her lips around the excited teat, sucking through the fabric. "Ohhh, yessss!" Liza exulted, her hands coming up to slide over Svevlana's shoulders and stroke her upper back. "Yessss, suck the other." Svevlana began switching back and forth, her fingers squeezing Liza's supple breast into hard-capped cones, her lips nursing erotically on the nipple stalks through the blouse. She felt Liza's legs encircle her lower back, pulling her hips down. The lower part of the blouse had parted and Svevlana could feel Liza's hot, shaved mons pressing against her belly. Svevlana pushed herself partially upright and slid her hands between her sides and Liza's thighs, signalling that she was ready to go lower. Liza let her legs open, crocking her right hand behind her raised head as Svevlana stood and gripped the underside of her elevated gams. "Lick me, 'Lana!" Liza encouraged as Svevlana drank in the sexy sight of the model's shaved genitalia. Liza's inner lips were extremely prominate, forming a welcoming mouth unlike any Svevlana had ever seen. "All in good time," she promised, wanting to tease her young bi-sexual bedmate into a higher state of arousal. Liza was much more vocal than Svevlana, going into real screaming fits during their lovemaking. Hearing the tasty Brit wig out always made Svevlana hotter than she had been. She let Liza's left knee go and grasped her right calf with both hands, controlling its movement. She pulled the calf to her mouth and began to lick and kiss the supple, sculpted muscle. Liza's left heel slid around her waist, locked in the small of her back as she licked Liza's ankle. "You're such a tease," Liza sighed, chewing at the tip of her left index finger, a splash of raven hair shook loose and hanging over her eyes. "OH...hhaaaahhaaa...that tickles!" Svevlana lapped at the balled underside of Liza's foot again, holding tight to her ankle to keep the foot in her control. "You know you love it, so just lay there," Svevlana chortled, tilting her foot down to lick at the top of her dainty toes, her thumbs rubbing her arch in small circles. Liza wriggled her toes as Svelana lashed them with her tongue, the tip trying to force itself between the narrow toe gaps. "Haahhaaaa... ooooooh,yeah! ...ooooooh, I llllliiiiikkke that," Liza changed her tune from giggling to a gasping throaty groan as Svevlana took the big toe into her mouth and began to suck on it, loving it like she would a penis. "Yesss, 'Lana...mmmmm... God, that drives me crazy!" As Svevlana went down the row, sucking each toe, she watched as Liza moved her left hand down into her own lap. She pulled back on her leg, straightening it and watched below as Liza began to finger herself. Her fingers pulled back on the hood of her clitoris until the eraser-sized knot was exposed. Liza's clit was large and extremely sensitive, making her multi-orgasmic when it was properly stimulated. Liza's head fell back on the bed as she rubbed the hard bundle of nerves with her index finger. "Mmmmmm.....mmmmhHHHHMMMM.....AAAAHHHH!" Liza began to get louder as the toesucking and masturbation combined to turn her on all the more. Done with the toe worship and ready to taste Liza's tangy zest, Svevlana kissed the underside of her foot and swung the leg wide. Bending at the waist, she dropped her head to her shaven target. "OOHHYESSS.... LICK IT... LICK IT... OOOHHH!" Liza cried as she ran her tongue on right inner thigh, then swiped it across her buffing fingers, grazing her clit. Svevlana did not touch the clit again, wanting to keep Liza from reaching her first orgasm before she had had a chance to work her slit with her mouth. Dropping into a crouch, Svevlana ran her tongue across Liza's petal-like pussylips, the wiggling taster delving into the thin, rubbery lips to lap at the pink interior. The oily, pre-orgasmic juices charged her taste buds as she pressed her mouth flush on Liza's shaven slit and applied suction. "AAAAAAHH....SUCK ME... OOHHSSHIITTT.... I LOVE IT!" Liza shouted, her heels falling on Svevlana's back. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |