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
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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.
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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
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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.
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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
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THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC LANGUAGE
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IS DISTRIBUTED "FOR ADULTS ONLY" AND POSSESSION BY
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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
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THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC LANGUAGE
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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.