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Part 5 - The Swing Man Cometh Again by Chili Peeler 
(chilipeelr@aol.com)

Chapter 6 - cont.

     Svevlana kept her eyes open as she sucked on Liza's twat and
so she saw Liza withdraw the fingers from her clit. Nibbling higher
to just under the hood of the clitoris and looking up the Liza's
body, she saw Liza using both hands to unbutton her blouse, the
bottom swells of her sexy breasts coming into view.
     "AAHAHHHH....SUCK MY CLIT...ooooh, suck it, please,"
Liza's rant dropped to a whimper as she opened her blouse wide,
her hands moving to cup her jiggling tits.
     Svevlana moved her mouth over the hooded peak, her hot
breath fanning over it as she looped her hands around the outsides
of Liza's thighs, bringing her hands across her stomach and into
her crotch. With her thumbs, Svevlana unhooded Liza's big
pleasure button.
     Liza's head snapped up, her neck craning as she watched
Svevlana preparing to feast on her powder-keg clitty. Looking into
her eyes, Svevlana lapped her tongue across the stiff bump.
     "Mmmmmm....oooOOOHHH...DON'T TEASE ME...YESSSS...
LICK IT, 'LANA!" Liza pleaded, her face in a sexual snear of
pleasure as she got her wish. Svevlana mashed her lips on Liza's
clit and teased it, swirling her knowledgable tongue around and
around it, bringing gasps from Liza's parted lips.
     Svevlana used all her pussy-eating skills, eager now to bring
her friend off, to make her all the more enamored with Svevlana as
a lover. Her mouth slid lower and she forced her tongue into the
entrance to Liza's lush lovehole. Stiffening her tongue, she began
to bob her head, tonguefucking the excited model as her thumbs
ground on her exposed clit.
     "OOHHHHGOODDDD...LAAANNNNAAA....OOHHHHHAAA...
YESSSS....YESSSSS...OOOOOOOIIEEEE!"
     Liza's hips began to jerk, fucking herself on Svevlana's tongue
as she spiralled upward toward her hard zenith. Juices were
beginning to coat Svevlana's pistoning tongue, wetting her chin
and lips as she supped in Liza's percolating crotch.
     "LAAAANNNNAAA.....OOOOHGODDDD....YESSSSS!" Liza
screamed at a higher octave as she came, throwing her gushing
crease in Svevlana's face like a banshee.
     Svevlana sucked, riding Liza's bouncing slit with seasoned
experience. She pressed down on her belly with her hands,
pinning her somewhat as she lapped at Liza's trembling groin,
tasting her familiar feminine cum.
     Finally, minutes later, Svevlana climbed over Liza's still form,
kissing her as the two bodies rolled onto their sides.
     "Oh, that was so good," Liza sighed as she ran her fingers
across Svevlana's cum-wet lips. "It's always so good with you."
     Liza dipped her hand down between Svevlana's thighs and
found her pussy, slick and ready for some reciprocal loving.
     "Liza, I need to be fucked tonight," Svevlana told her. "Put on
the belt and do me."
     "My pleasure," Liza said, excited at the prospect of donning
their strap-on dildo and pleasuring her lesbian tutor.
     Svevlana watched Liza as she padded into the walk-in closet to
dig through their collection of sexual aids. Closing her eyes, she
thought of what man she would dream about when Liza was above
her, pushing the dildo in and out of her horny hole.
     A young man again came to mind and she wished he had not
been the first she had thought of......
     

      
     Rico stepped from the cab, paid the driver and lit up a cigarette
as the Renault sped away on another mission. He had been let
out at the front door to his loft studio but he did not immediately go
in. Instead, he walked along the Seine, trying to work out the
confusion that was his life.
     'Liza looked so fine tonight. Why her? Why did she have to be
my mother's lover?' he asked himself for the hundredth, no,
thousandth time.
     He had first met Liza without knowing what her relationship
was with his mother. He had stopped by his mother's home and
this incredible English creature had let him in, entranced him all
afternoon. He had been working up to a good moment to ask Liza
out on a date when his mother had arrived and spoiled the
moment. 
     'At least, she spared me the embarrassment,' he thought as he
pulled his coat tighter around him and walked on.
     He had not been able to get Liza alone after that. She had left
on a modeling interview and then his mother had taken him out to
dinner and then she had dropped the bomb on him.
     To say he was stunned was an understatement. It never would
have crossed his mind that she and his mother were more than
roommates. She had done a good job keeping her bi-sexuality a
secret all those years when he was growing up.
     So now he was hopelessly infatuated with Liza, the women his
mother shared a bed with. He saw no way out of the cage that his
heart was in. Trying to win Liza would hurt his mother, so he kept
his longings buried, fed off the angst for his paintings.
     He looked up at the sound of boots approaching him on the
river walkway. A smile broke out on his face when he saw who it
was. At times such as this, he thought there might actually be a
God.
     "Bon jour, Rico," Joliette said softly as she came up to him.
"Are you looking for date tonight? I'm making deals to get out of
this cold."
     Rico looked the women up and down. She did indeed look
cold. She was wearing long boots that came up over her knees but
her legs were bare, the pale skin looking even paler during winter.
She wore a short skirt which had to let in a lot of the cold air. Her
torso was wrapped in a gaudy white osterich-feather looking coat
that may as well have said "WHORE" in neon lights.
     Working the streets in the winter was a hard life for a prostitute
- cover up too much and johns could not see what they were
getting, not enough and you would be laid up with pneumonia.
     Joliette was a regular feature of his neighborhood. Walking up
and down the river, she specialized in welcoming sightseers to
Paris and servicing the local artistic community.
     Rico had bought her body on several occasions. He was too in
love with Liza to try to date other women but he did need to have
releases for all the lust that built up in his young body.
     Joliette was maybe 35 or so; it was hard to tell and if he asked
her, she would probably lie. She looked older than 35 though.
Years of street life were wearing her down.
     Still she was a full figured woman, reasonably average in looks
and he had never been disappointed with her in the past.
     "Yes, Joliette. I would very much like a date. Walk with me
back to my place, won't you?"
     "I knew I could count on my Rico," she said gratefully as she
slipped her arm in his and they headed back the way he had
come.
        


     "Mmmmm...that is so good," Joliette sighed as she finished
the brandy that Rico had given her to warm her working bones.
Sitting on the end of his low bed, she placed the glass on the floor
and motioned for Rico to come to her. "Come and let Joliette
make you feel all better, baby."
     In the dim light of the studio, Joliette looked very attractive to
Rico. Gone were the lines on her face, the stare in the eyes of a
working girl. She must have been a beautiful young woman
sometime in the past.
     He came to stand in front of her, between her widespread
knees, and she went to work on his belt. He had already removed
his shirt before pouring them a drink, so he watched her remove
his pants, fantasizing that it was Liza.
     Joliette had already removed all the clothes that she had to do
her job - her coat, sweater top, bra, skirt and panties were flung
over a nearby chair. She wore only her hose and a black garter
belt that accentuated her pale skin. Her heavy breasts, now
uncaged from her bra, sagged toward her belly. In her sitting
position, the loose skin of her midriff had formed into rolls. Below
that was the dark, hairy forest of her womanhood. Shaving had not
apparently ever occurred to Joliette, like so many French woman.
     Unable to keep a coherent picture of his Liza looking at
Joliette, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, forming the
picture of Liza as he imagined her. Supple, soft handfuls of
adorable tits, a smooth flat belly and a neatly trimmed sex
between sexy thighs that were lightly perfumed....   
     He felt his underwear pulled down to pool with his pants and
then a hand began to stroke back and forth on his awakening
cock. He had a perfect picture of Liza's gorgeous face looking up
at him as she cranked her hand on his manhood...and then
Joliette spoke and ruined the moment.
     "I am flattered that you are so excited," she said, thinking that
she was the source of his lust.
     "No man could stay soft in your presence," he said, opening
his eyes in time to see her face soften at his compliment. For a
second or two, she looked touched, almost vulnerable.  
     "Rico, you say the nicest things. If I didn't think that you were
seeing some lucky young lady, I would make a play for you
myself."
     She released his ready to fuck cock and reached into her bag
which sat beside her. Out came her hand with the condom that he
certainly needed before preceding. She tore the wrapper with her
teeth and removed the flesh-colored latex sheath. She rolled the
condom down his erection.
     "I love your cock. It's so big," Joliette sighed, slipping into her
whorish lingo. He was large but he knew her words were just
meant to get him more excited, so he would last a shorter time
and she could be on her way sooner.
     But then she surprised him and popped his cock into her
mouth and began blowing him. He had not contracted with her for
any oral action, just a straight fuck. Even with the condom on, her
mouth felt great.
     "Unnnnhhhh," he grunted, closing his eyes.
     He was immediately back with his Liza, watching in his mind's
eye as she made love to his bare erection with the lips that could
grace the covers of fashion magazine. His prick swelled further in
the condom as the thought of Liza made him crazy with lust. After
a minute, he was about to stop Joliette when she did so of her
own accord.
     "I do that for you because you are such a gentleman," she told
him as she reached into her bag again. "No charge."
     She took a small squeeze bottle and held it between her legs,
using her fingers to spread the lube into her often used vaginal
opening. Then she scooted back on the bed and assumed the
missionary position.
     "Come on, baby...you've got me wanting you so much," she
said, as she probably said to every john she had ever had.
     'It beats using your hand,' Rico thought as he moved over her,
trying to block out the sight of the cellulose on the back of her
legs and her scrunched asscheeks.
     "Let me, baby," Joliette murmured as she grabbed his latex-
wrapped manhood and steered it into her hairy slot. When he felt it
hit her notch, he pushed forward and slid into her up to his balls in
one easy motion. She was stretched and loose from all her work
but she still felt good. Nothing felt like a woman.
     "OH YES....I LOVE IT.....I LOVE IT.....YOU ARE SO LARGE,"
Joliette cried loudly, too loudly for right off the bat. She played her
part of the awestruck receptor too keenly for Rico's mind to believe
her but he was sure that some johns must think themselves to be
real Casanovas when using Joliette.
     "I LOVE YOUR COCK.....FUCK ME, BABY....GIVE IT TO
JOLIETTE, LOVER!" she implored as he held himself up with his
hands and began to stroke in and out of her money-maker. She
did not look at his face but instead tilted her face to the side and
seemed to be casing the joint, looking at his paintings, anywhere
but at him. Which was all right with him. It was not love they were
making.
     He looked up to the headboard of his bed which had a shelf
built into it. On the shelf sat a picture of Liza and his mother. He
had pocketed a snapshot of them from one of their vacation photo
collections and then had it blown up to 8.5" x 11". They were on
the beach at Cannes, laughing together at something.   
     In the picture, Liza was topless as was the custom down
south. Her breasts looked so perfect, sleek and uptilting with hard
brown nipples. Her body shone with oil or sweat. And she had a
look on her face that melted him.
     He had jerked off to it countless times but looking at it now
while he fucked a pussy was so much better. He stared at Liza
and fucked Joliette harder.
     "OOOHHH, THAT'S IT.....FUCK ME, BABY...YES...YES...
GIVE IT TO ME....THAT'S MY BOY!....THAT'S MY BABY!" Joliette
encouraged him. And they sent his mind down a path that he had
not travelled in a long time.
     His eyes shifted from Liza's body to his mother's. She was in
the background of the picture, wearing both parts of her bikini. Her
body still looked good, very voluptuous. When he had been maybe
twelve or thirteen, he had had fantasies about her, like he now had
for Liza. Now as Joliette called him "my boy", those fantasies
came upon him again.
     'God, I'm sick,' he thought as he imagined his own mother
beneath him, taking his cock like a common whore!
     "SHOOT IT IN ME, BABY....GIVE IT TO ME!" Joliette implored
him, no doubt thinking about how many more tricks she could turn
before the night was over.
     But Rico heard only his mother's accented throaty voice saying
the same things to him.
     Riding the wave of taboo thoughts, he drew his shins up under
him and leaned back, his hands grabbing Joliette's sloshing chest
mounds. He pumped his cock faster and faster, closing his eyes
and squeezing the titflesh under his fingers.
     "LET ME HAVE IT....SHOOT IT, RICO...CUM, BABY!
     "AAAHHHHH!" he groaned as his prick exploded. 
     Shuddering over his prostitute, Rico filled the condom's
reservoir completely, imagining that he was creaming his own
mother. The illusion quickly faded, torn into pieces and
disappearing like smoke.
     "That was great, my Rico," Joliette said. "You are an animal.
Now please pull out and let me up. I have to get going, you know."
     Rico backed out of her and rolled on his back beside her, his
hand holding the lip of the condom to avoid spilling any of his
seed. Joliette was up before he had even come to rest, moving to
where her clothes were waiting.
     'Where did that come from?' he asked himself, as he tried to
analyze why he had shifted his lechery to his mother in mid-fuck.
He knew enough to know that it was a common thing to imagine
as a part of a boy's sexual awakening. But he was far beyond that
stage.
     'Maybe it was jealousy.' Had he just taken it out on his mother
because she was the one that had Liza?  Had he just fucked her
to get back at her?
     He did not know the answer. All he knew was he had come
very hard, harder than when he even was thinking about Liza.


Chapter 7

     "Will you stop that?!"
     "Ah, Dad. You're no fun."
     "I'm gonna drive us right off the road, sweetheart."
     "Tell me you don't like this!"
     Jonas squinted his eyes as Nikki rubbed her feet in his lap.
Steering with his left hand, he tried to grab both her ankles with
his right but could only corral one of them. Her other foot kept up
its stimulating massage.
     "It's not that I don't like it, Nikki. But it's a little dangerous when
you're going eight miles an hour."
     They were on their way to his brother's for the weekend, the
Lexus shooting down I-10 through San Gorgonio, almost to the
111 turn-off. 
     "Danger's our middle name," Nikki giggled.
     Jonas risked a quick look at his lovely, horny girl. She was
sitting facing him, leaning back against the passenger door. Her
brown hair framed her grinning face and fell on her bare, tanned
shoulders. The white tube top with the spaghetti straps seemed to
mold itself to her slinky torso, the small peaks of her nipples were
easily seen. 
     He looked back at the road to maintain his lane position, then
looked back at Nikki. She tried to free her foot from his grasp and
gave him a nice long view of her silky blue panties under her white
tennis skirt.
     "Like anything you see?" Nikki asked, giggling further at her
complete control at turning him on.
     "Oh no. I'm getting tired of that," he kidded her as he let her
ankle go and looked back at the highway.
     "You'll never get tired of this, Papa," Nikki said and, as he got
over in the right lane to peel off on the 111, he looked back at her.
She had pulled her panties to the side to flash her adorable sex at
him.
     "Damn, Nikki. What has gotten into you this morning?" he said
with fake exasperation. No way was he really going to get mad at
her for showing him such a lovely sight.
     "The only thing that has gotten into me this morning was you
Daddy. Don't tell me you don't remember?" she purred as she
swung her feet out of his lap and shifted over in her seat toward
him as far as she could without moving up on the center console.
"We had a good time in the shower, didn't we?"
     "I sure did," Jonas admitted proudly, "It's hard for a man to fake
something like that."
     "Mmmm, I know. I wasn't faking anything either," Nikki
promised, her hand going into his lap to pick up where her feet left
off.  "I came when you ate my pussy...."
     Jonas bit his lip as her hand stroked his growing peter and he
remembered the way she had squirmed her wet slit against his
mouth as she had pushed herself into a corner of the shower stall,
her hands gripping his wet hair.
     "....and I came again when you bent me over and fucked me up
my ass."
     "God, I loved that," he lewdly admitted. The shower was the
perfect place to get her that way with all the wetness and the
soaps. "Nikki, you got me all kinds of hard now. So what are you
going to do about it?"
     She leaned over the middle console and kissed his cheek.
     "I guess you'll just have to wait until we get to Uncle Lance's,"
she wickedly. "Think you can make it there before I make you
have an accident in your pants?"
     Jonas sucked in his breath as she slid her hand down the front
of his slacks, her fingers kneading his fattening erection through
the cotton undershorts that he wore.
     He was never going to make it to Lance's place in time with the
kind of delicious sensations his daughter was laying on him. They
were minutes from Palm Springs but they had to go all the way
down Palm Canyon Drive, the main drag, and that was one
stoplight after another. No, he was going to have to get things
squared away before that.
     Checking that no cars were behind him, he pushed on the
brake, decelerating the car rapidly as he saw what he was looking
for. To his left, a dirt access road came in from the north.
     "Whoa," Nikki said excitedly as he turned sharply across the
westbound lane of 111 and started up the dirt road. Ahead was the
alien landscape of the multitudes of wind energy mills that covered
the desert to the north and west of Palm Springs.
     "I guess you couldn't wait," Nikki said as they bounced along
the uneven surface of the poorly maintained roadbed, leaving a
dust cloud behind them. 
     Ahead was a rise in the road where it travelled over a small hill.
Jonas drove up to the top, pulled his car slightly off the road and
then back it around until he was facing back the way they had
come. Satisfied that they would have plenty of warning if anyone
turned off 111, he electronically moved his seat back as far as it
would go.
     "Ready to take care of me?" he asked unnecessarily as he
began to undo his belt and slacks.
     "You know I'm no cockteaser," Nikki promised as she dipped
her torso over the console, bringing her head into his lap.

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