Thomas Benton - Daddy's own sweets

Jan sauntered in, rolling her ass provocatively. “No one's going to see me,” she replied. “Unfortunately.” Reaching out, she touched Danny's still maturing cock, brushed her fingers up the underside. His penis was already fully erect. So was his friend's, she observed.

He was on the swing, moving in a gentle arc, studying her. His cock swung and bobbed, a rigid pole angling upward. “Tommy Patterson,” she stated, recognizing him instantly. “Judy's brother.” “Right,”

Tommy agreed. Jan studied him frankly. She was struck instantly by his even tan. There were no swimsuit marks on his lean, dark body.

Even his cock was tanned evenly-all except the glans, which was darker. With his brown hair and brown bush, he was almost all one color. Except his eyes, which were light hazel. “Come swing with me,” he invited. Jan strolled over to him. She was hot and ready, her earlier horniness built to a fever pitch by the anticipation, the naked walk across the open lawn, and the sight of Tommy Patterson. He was her age, and the one guy she had never thought she had a chance with. He stopped the swing and waited, holding the chains, leaning back casually. Gripping the chains just above his hands, Jan swung one leg over his, then lowered herself onto his lap. She nestled her ass down on his thighs. His cock was pointed directly at her wide open pussy. Tommy reached down and held his prick steady, fan eased forward on his lap, watching carefully as she neared his organ.

She felt the head nuzzle through her fine blonde bush, press into her hot hole. Squirming forward, first one hip and then the other, she worked the shaft slowly into her vagina. The elastic walls of her cunt stretched, gradually admitting the heavy bulk. She worked her way as far forward as she could. She was straddling Tommy's lap, her feet hanging on either side of him. She wriggled, loving the feel of his big prick stirring around inside her. “Hey, what about me?” Danny protested. “Her mouth is free,” Tommy pointed out. Jan's lust boiled higher at the thought of sucking Danny's prick while having Tommy's in her vagina. “Climb aboard,” she urged. Danny clambered up behind Tommy. His penis swang past Tommy's ear. Pushing forward and to one side, Jan managed to catch Danny's swaying cock with her lips and suck it into her mouth. She bathed it warmly with her tongue. Her efforts to reach Danny's prick had started the swing moving gently again. Tommy began to pump with his legs, slowly moving the swing in a growing arc. The motion produced a unique sensation-the cock in Jan's cunt twisted and bent as her weight shifted and changed with the motion of the swing. She sucked harder on the cock in her mouth. Danny fucked it in and out of her, responding to the increasing motion of the swing. Jan's lust soared. The cock in her belly thrashed more violently with each widening circle of the swing. Her crotch was ground against Tommy without her having to move a muscle. Gravity and centrifugal force did all the work. Tommy's efforts to increase the height of each arc slid his rigid prick in and out of her streaming hole. Jan's head moved back and forth, driving Danny's cock to the back of her throat, then pulling it out until just the bulb of it was between her lips. The hot sun burned down on her face and the wind from the increasing speed of the swinging dried her perspiration. One cheek brushed past Tommy's ear as she tried to get the full length of Danny's cock into her mouth.

The chains and pipe frame of the swing creaked and groaned in protest. The back yard was silent except for soft, wet, sucking sounds, the moaning of the stressed play apparatus, and the panting of the three teenagers. As they swung through the dizzying arcs, Jan's senses whirled insanely. Her body was jammed down hard on Tommy's lap by centrifugal force, then floated weightless for a moment at the top of the arc, then plummeted down again. Tommy's cock drove up into her at the bottom of each swing, eased outward as she floated at the top, than rammed back into her again. Her breasts responded to the forces dragging on them by swaying up and down. Her nipples rubbed against Tommy's chest with each thrust of his legs.

Danny was helping drive the swing higher, too. He rammed his phallus into Jan's face on the downswing, then pulled back out on the upswing, throwing his whole body into the effort. Jan felt the marvelous carnal sneeze of a coming drawing closer and closer, and rode it right to the peak of pleasure. Every giddy arc of the swing jacked her higher and higher, closer and closer to the explosive, convulsing rush of an orgasm. She drew on Danny's cock in time with the swinging, pressing her tongue hard against the nerve-laden underside of his phallus as it slid in and out of her sucking mouth.

She wanted to bring him off at the same time she came, and used every tactic she could think of to do it. It felt as if Tommy's phallus was almost ready to erupt in her vagina. His prick felt larger, hotter, felt ready to spurt its load up into her. She tried to tighten her already-clenched pussy around his organ to stimulate him still more. As the swing sailed wildly through the air, she fought to bring the two boys off simultaneously. They were pumping so high now that at the end of each arc the chains went slack, and the seat dropped free before jerking and starting down again. She was coming. She was being ravaged by a fireball that swelled bigger and bigger and bigger as the swing arced downward, back up, and then downward again. Every time she was crammed down on Tommy's cock, her pleasure soared upward. Every time her weight vanished and she floated, her lust soared like some pyrotechnic balloon in her belly.

On the next downswing, through the glittering haze of her own orgasm, she felt Tommy shooting his load up into her spasming vagina.

His prick jetted like a machine gun, shooting two or three shots on each stroke of the swing. When his cock fired at the bottom of the arc, she felt the semen slam impatiently against the end of her vagina, it was jammed down on his cock so hard. When his cock spurted at the top of a swing, the semen seemed to fly across a short open space, then shatter into the end of her cunt. Then Danny began to come in her mouth. Jan was forced to gulp down his thick, impatient shots just to keep from strangling. Swallowing frantically, she felt both ends of her body being filled with come. As the two boys pumped her full, her own orgasm reached a still higher level. The three of them clung together in a muscle-straining knot. The momentum of the swing kept them moving as they milked the moment for every morsel of pleasure they could. Finally, the swing's crazy gyrations slowed, and the three orgasms were fading. Jan pulled her head away from Danny's drained, fading penis and sucked in huge lung-clearing gusts of air. The angle of her hole and the force of gravity tugging downward, dragged the thick, hot semen out of her body. It was as if it were still attached to the withering penis retreating from her depths. The swing slowed some more, and Danny lowered one foot and scuffed it through the dirt to bring them to a halt. His cock gleaming with semen and Jan's saliva, he stepped down off the swing.

Jan remained astride Tommy until she had caught her breath. The feel of his flaccid, shrunken penis between her labia had a strange effect on her. It triggered a lazy lust in her that she didn't expect.

Experimentally, she squirmed on Tommy's lap and tightened the muscles of her vagina. The effect was the reverse of what she wanted-she drove his prick out of her instead of stimulating it to greater life.

“Sorry,” Tommy apologized, sensing what she wanted. “That's okay.” “Ever been eaten out?” he asked. “You mean, you eat me?” Jan asked. “My pussy?” “Uh-huh.” “No.” “Stand up on the swing,” Tommy suggested. “You've got a real treat coming.”