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Subject: Chili Repost: The Swing Man - Part 4B (inc, dau/father) 

The Swing Man by Chili Peeler (an403162@anon.penet.fi)

Part 4B

   Nikki out did herself on the dinner; it was as good as her mother made
it. They went out on the deck afterward and watched the sun set as they
drank some wine. Their conversation had not gotten onto the topic of his
marital troubles and he decided to bring it up.
   "Nikki, I want you to know that I'm going to do right by your mother and
you," he promised, sitting beside her on the bench that sat under the
kitchen window and giving her knee a loving pat.
   "I know you will...we'll all be O.K.. You've got the right to be happy
too, Dad. Mom told me about what you did."
   Jonas felt like he'd been kicked in the stomach. He known Stella would
paint him bad in front of Nikki.
   "Nikki. I'm not proud of what I did..."
   "Dad, it's O.K." Nikki cut him off, rising to her feet and walking a few
feet in front of him to lean against the railing and look out at the purplish
horizon. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of."
   Jonas strunched his brow in surprise. He'd cheated on her mother, she
may not know he'd done it repeatedly, but her mother had told her about
the trip to Lance's place.
   "Nikki, that's not true."
   Nikki spun and leaned against the railing, looking at him.
   "Dad, there's nothing wrong with wanting to have a little fun....if Mom
wasn't keeping you satisfied, then you had to find it elsewhere."
   "That's not fair to your mother, Nikki. It wasn't about your mother..."
   "Oh, come on, Dad!" Nikki said laughing at his assertion. "Let's at least
be honest....you wanted something new, something younger." 
   Jonas was put off that his daughter was hitting so close to home. He
was supposed to be a role model to her and she was laying out his
weakness for the flesh like it was all right.
   "I think we better change the subject," Jonas stammered out.
   "No, let's not change the subject," Nikki said, took a drink of her wine
and then continued, "I like the subject of sex. We never had the talk
about sex...you let Mom do that."
   Jonas decided to let the conversation go on. He was a grown up and
Nikki was 20, so they could talk like adults about things.
   "Well, Nikki, I thought it would be easier...for you."
   "It was some talk. I was fifteen and here comes Mother to tell me the
facts of life......what you two didn't know was that I wasn't a virgin then."
   "What?"
   "Dad, I was fifteen, for God's sake....and this is L.A.  And I was
pretty... the boys were all over me."
   "This is very personal, Nikki...."
   "Dad, we should be able to talk openly about sex." Nikki walked back
over and sat beside him. "Everyone is so hung up about the subject. I'm
surprised you are after what you were doing......I'm curious, did you and
Uncle Lance make love to that woman one at a time or all together?"
   Jonas could see a slight smile on her lips as she waited his answer.
He drained his glass and thought about whether he should answer. 
   "All right, Dad, keep your little secret...I'll tell you one of mine."
   "Maybe you shouldn't," Jonas said and poured himself some more wine. 
   "No, I will. Because it sort of dovetails with what you've been up to....
I do three-ways regularly....don't look so shocked, Dad......it might be
genetic."
   "All right, Nikki...why don't you tell me why you're doing this?!" Jonas
lost his cool at the way his young daughter seemed to be playing with
his mind. He got up and looked down at her.
   "You really want to know?" Nikki said.
   "Yes, let's get it out in the open."
   "Okay, here it is then......I think both of us are a lot alike. I saw you
in a different light and I thought there was a chance to get closer, since we
were open to new things sexually."
   "Nikki, I would like to be closer to you but I can't see how our sex lives
are going to make us closer...what do you want to do? Trade stories?"
   "We could if you want to," Nikki said, twirling her hair. "But I'd rather
make our own stories."
   "Our own stories?"
   "Yeah, me and you."
   "Nikki.....I hope you are not suggesting..."
   Nikki shook her head yes. "Me and you......fucking back in your bed....
think about it...I'm willing."
   "You're my daughter, Nikki, you're talking crazy!" Jonas felt like he was
in some warped dream. His daughter was coming onto him!
   "Is it crazy, Dad?" Nikki got up and moved close in front of him. Jonas
grabbed her arms and held her at arms-length like she was a leper. It
felt ridiculous as soon as he did it but he thought she was going to grab
his crotch or something. "Relax, Dad......just relax."
   "Nikki, I can't...I may be like you but I can't do this. Try to
understand."
   Jonas felt the weight she had been leaning into his hands lessen and
she seemed to relax herself. She looked down at the deck, then back up
to him.
   "O.K......I'm sorry, Dad. I'm not going to push the point...if you don't
want to, I understand. I'd tell you to forget it but I'm sure you couldn't."
   "Well, it was a crazy suggestion..." Jonas said relieved as he let go of
her arms.
   "You must think there's something wrong with me, huh?" Nikki said
walking to the railing and looking out at the dark ocean.
   "No..no...let's just blame it on the wine." Jonas joked as he breathed
easier.
   "O.K.....it was the wine." Nikki agreed, quickly. "I better clean up the
dishes."
   She walked by him into the house.
   'Christ, that was weird!' Jonas reflected. 'Nikki was acting like a total
slut a minute ago....proposing that we have sex. I wonder if she was
telling the truth about having group sex?....I can't even think about it.
I'll shoo her out of here after the dishes are through.'
   He went into the house to find Nikki scrubbing the casserole dish she'd
used.
   "Listen, why don't you leave that and I'll finish up later? I'm sure your
Mom is anxious to spend some time with you tonight."
   "Oh, I guess I didn't tell you. I'm staying here tonight."
   "Uh, I really think you ought to go back and stay at home tonight."
   "Dad, I okayed it with Mom. She knows I'm here. Go ahead and call
her if you want." The last thing Jonas wanted to do was talk to Stella.
   "Well, I'm sure she did but...well, after what we were just talking about,
I think maybe you should go back home."
   "Dad, I'm not going to suggest anything like that again...you can lock
your bedroom door if you want," she said with a laugh.
   "Well, O.K." Jonas relented. She was right; nothing was going to
happen unless he wanted it to.

   Later, around 10 P.M., the two of them were sitting watching TV. Jonas
was actually watching it; Nikki was thinking of her next move.
   'Think.....the straight ahead attempt sure didn't work. I've got to tease
him a little.  It may not happen tonight. I planted the idea and it might
one day blossom but a little water right now is needed.'
   Then an idea came to her.
   She got up from the swiveling easy chair and her father, sitting on the
couch on the opposite side of the room, looked away form the TV to her.
   "I'm going to get ready for bed," Nikki said innocently and walked back
to her bedroom. She kept some clothes at the beach house for weekend
visits and she went through them to find the perfect item.

   Jonas looked back up as Nikki came back into the living room,
brushing her hair out. She'd put on a long nightshirt to sleep in and it
wasn't long enough to suit Jonas's standards, not after the thing she'd
suggested. The shirt came down to just above mid-thigh. Normally, he
won't even have noticed. But now he was looking at her young, shapely
legs.
   'Just look at the TV,' he told himself.
   Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nikki sit back down in the chair
she had left.
   "Dad? What did I miss in the movie?"
   Jonas looked at Nikki, trying to think of something to say because he'd
lost track of the plot himself. Nikki was combing back her hair, sitting in
the chair facing him with her legs slightly open and Jonas could see right
up under her shirt.
   He looked back at the TV quickly, the image still burning in his mind -
her dark pubic hair and the vertical crease of her womanhood.
   "Ah....I was flicking around when you were out. I lost track of things."
   'Is she doing that on purpose? I can't believe she's not!'  Jonas could
see her in his periphery vision as she put down her brush on the table
next to the chair and she turned the chair full on toward the TV. It would
be safe to look at her now.
   Nikki leaned forward in her chair and rubbed the shin of her right leg,
the one closest to him. Then she straightened the leg out in front of her
and looked at it. Then she brought the whole leg up toward her face,
keeping it straight like a Rocketeer. Her nightshirt rode down all the way
down to her rear. Jonas took in the soft skin of her upper thigh and the
side of her lower asscheek before he looked again at the TV.
   'She is doing that on purpose! Well, I'm not going to sit here and let
her do it any longer.'
   He got up and stretched.
   "I'm bushed..I think I'll turn in. See you in the morning."
   He headed for his bedroom.   

   'He almost ran out of here! I guess he got an eyeful,' Nikki thought
after he left. The evening had not gone as she had hoped but there was
always tomorrow.
   She watched TV for another half hour and then turned it off. Turning
out all the lights, she went down the hall to her room.
   She put her hairbrush back in her bathroom and got into bed, laying on
top of the covers since the evening was warm.
   She wasn't really tired, so she lay there, replaying her conversation
with her father. She wished she had said different things at different
points and she imagined having had actually convincing him.
   'I'd be in bed with him right now.....and we'd be doing something
great.... something so wild!'
   As she thought about being underneath her father's body, her hand
moved under her nightshirt and began rubbing her tingling pussy. It felt
so good, she kept it up. Soon, she had a nice orgasm in the loneliness
of her room.

   Jonas looked at his bedside clock. 12:13 A.M.
   'Damn, just clear your mind.....try to think of nothing,' he told himself.
But he couldn't stop the events of the evening from randomly welling up.
Nikki coming on to him - Nikki's leg and bottom - Nikki admitting to group
sex, swinging like he was interested in doing - Nikki's open legs......
   Unbelievably, he felt himself starting to get hard.
   In his mind, Nikki turned in her chair and pulled her nightshirt up to her
belly, looked at him knowingly, "It's all yours, Daddy."
   He began to get harder and he sat up in bed.
   He hated himself for wanting to now go down the hall to his daughter's
room. It was so wrong. A man and his daughter.
   'You're not talking molestation, you know.....she is 20 and she wants
it," he rationalized. 'And you could just do it once, try it...don't have to
make it a regular thing.....hell, you're the one that wanted to swing.'
   He thought again about his daughter. She was a cute young woman.
Nice legs, cute bottom, filled out her blouses nicely; it wasn't like she
was a plain Jane. She had a lot to offer a man.
   He got to his feet and went to his bedroom door. He unlocked it and
went down the hall to his daughter's door. He hesitated there, collecting
himself to be able to project confidence when he went in.
   He opened the door and went into her bedroom.
   He could see that her bed was empty; there was almost a full moon
outside and light from a window sort of spotlighted the bed.
   The bathroom was dark.
   The door to the back deck was open. He slowly walked over to the
door and saw Nikki standing at the railing.
   "Nikki?" he said softly, stepping out behind her. He saw her start but
she kept standing the way she was. "What are you doing out here,
baby?"
   He moved right up behind her.
   Nikki turned her head slightly around.
   "If I said I was waiting for you, would that be the right answer?"
   "That's just the answer I was hoping for," Jonas said as put his hands
on her shoulders and began massaging them. She tilted her head to the
right and rubbed her cheek on the top of his kneading hand, then rubbed
her face on it.
   Her left hand reached up and grabbed the fingers of his left hand,
pulling his hand over her shoulder and then bending his arm out to warp
around her, her hand directing his palm onto her T-shirt right over her
incredible soft tit. As he squeezed a handful of her young teat, he leaned
over her, bringing his face against hers after she took her cheek off his
hand.
   "Nikki," he whispered and began kissing her ear, his right hand
swooping down her front to collect her other tit through the nightshirt.
   Jonas felt her T-shirt covered ass grind back at his naked crotch and
her hands reached back to feel his legs, grip his thighs and pull him
against her slender derriere.
   "Yessss, Daddy, yes," Nikki encouraged him and he slid his left hand
down across her belly, down between her legs, the T-shirt in the way, his
hand found the bottom lip of the fabric and his fingers reached under
and up.
   Both of them sucked in their breath when his fingers snaked into her
silky snatch and played over her neat cuntal folds. Her crotch went
forward into his fingers and her right hand reached between their
bodies, his daughter's hand felt for and grabbed his awakening member.
He leaned his upper body back, his right hand going back to her
shoulder as she wantonly stroked his dick, her palm hot and soft as she
worked him to near erection in about twenty seconds.
   Jonas hurriedly brought his right hand down and pushed her nightshirt
up to mid-back, exposing her white, heart-shaped ass to him and the
overhead moon. Her waist just seemed to gradually grow outward to
become her ass; there was no flaring of the hips as he was used to with
other mature women. As he watched, she pushed her butt back at him
and into the spongy head of his erection. Her asscheeks felt like cotton
candy, all warm and pliant.
   His fingers told him she was as ready as he. He slid his left hand away
from her dewy slit, brought it around to grip her waist on that side as his
right did the same on the other. He pulled her back and pushed down on
her torso at the same time.
   She knew what he wanted - her left hand reached forward to grip the
railing and steady herself as she lowered her shoulders. Her compact
ass rose up like the other end of a seesaw. Her right hand released his
rigid rod and it joined her other hand on the railing.
   Jonas moved his right hand back over her elevated bottom, caressing
it briefly before moving his hand up between her splayed thighs, filling
his palm with the hairy mound of her pussy.
   "MmmmmmoooooOOOOOOOOH," Nikki gasp as he worked two of his
fingers into her wet cunt. She was more than ready; his fingers came
away soaked.
   "Nikki...hold it right there, baby," he directed as his right hand fisted
the base of his cock and he moved closer to his baby's upthrust ass and
waiting pussy. He poked right between the area where her ass faded
into her legs and hit resisting tissue.
   "Lower!" Nikki groaned and her ass moved a little higher as he dipped
his knees slightly. His probing cocktip found the target and he pushed
into her fur-rimmed portal. "OOOOOHH, MMMMMMM!"
   "Aaahh...it's in!.....keep your ass up, baby....that's it," Jonas swung
his right hand back to her waist and pushed deeper. Nikki's young pussy
expanded to accommodate him, opening like a wet flower around his
man-sized pistil.
   "Oh, God...this is just what I wanted," Nikki panted, her voice barely
reaching him over the crash of the surf, "Keep going....aaahhhyeaahh!"
   Jonas leaned his weight on her waist, arching her back more as he
leaned over her and worked more dick in his daughter. She was tight
and tender and juicy......and then she was full. Her tight belly housed
about six inches of his hardness.
   "God, I love it, Nikki......you feel so hot, baby." He held himself inside
her to allow her to adjust further. He looked down between their bodies
but he could not see his dick as it entered her; the moonlight was at the
wrong angle.
   Unable to wait any longer, he slowly pulled three inches of cock out of
his daughter and then, just as slowly, pushed it back in. Nikki turned her
face to lay on the railing and she hunched her ass at him.
   "Fuck me," Nikki urged him, "God, I want it....do it, please!"
   Jonas did not deny his daughter - he began screwing her, slowly at
first and then harder at her request.
   It was such a power trip - doing it right out in the open night. There
were three vacant lots on that side of the beach house, so no neighbors
would see. There was the off chance that someone might be walking
down on the beach but the sound of the surf would cover Nikki's moans.
   And she was moaning to beat the band as he fucked between the
spread flaps of her eager beaver.
   "MMMMmmmmm.....OooooOH.....MMmmmmHHHMMMMMM!"
Jonas let his hands move back and grip her jiggling ass cheeks. They
felt like pillows of baby fat, smooth and yielding. His fingers kneaded
them, pushed them together and pulled them apart, as the dark outline
of his flashing manhood speared into her girlish gash just beneath. He
also saw the dark pucker of her asshole and wondered if anyone had
fingered it...licked it.....dicked it!
   Jonas felt the tightening in his nuts. It wouldn't be long before he'd
have to make a decision - whether to come in her or pull out. He had no
idea if Nikki was on the Pill or used a diaphragm. That was women stuff
that her mother had taken care of. He'd warn her...give her plenty of time
to think about what he was going to do.
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