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.”
Jan was glad she hadn't had to do much work yet, because it wasn't easy to stand on the seat with her feet on either side of Tommy. Letting go of the chains, he gripped her tight, sleek ass and drew her hips down toward his face. Jan watched him press his face into her nearly hairless pussy. She felt his tongue pry in between her labia. A wash of hot pleasure burned through her. He drilled his tongue into her vagina. She knew he must be tasting the semen and juices from their earlier coupling. Curling her arms around the chains of the swing, she pressed her hands down on the back of his head and pushed her pussy forward against him. She felt his nose press her clit. He exhaled into her hot folds. The feel of his burning breath on her clit triggered a hot flood into his working mouth. He drilled his tongue deep into her vagina and wiggled it against the nerve-packed walls of her tunnel. Jan was vaguely aware of Danny sitting on the ground, watching her being eaten out. There was hot interest in his eyes, and his cock was showing signs of life. Tommy lapped at her vigorously, welcoming her flood with sucking lips and working tongue. He was clutching her tight, firm buttocks. He worked his fingers into her crack and touched her anus. Jan's body knotted with pleasure from the unexpected goosing. She tried to push her ass back against his finger and her cunt forward onto his mouth. It was impossible and resulted in her clenching her buttocks hard against Tommy's hand. He managed to work his finger into the tight hole of her anus in spite of her, and Jan's body was ravaged by pleasure. Jan tilted her face to the sun and ground Tommy's face into her pussy and fought to admit his finger into her tight, dry hole. The locket at her throat glittered in the bright morning sun, quivered as her body was wracked by shudders of pleasure. The swing shivered on its taut chains, a seismograph measuring their lust. “God!” Jan moaned.
“Oh, God!” Tommy pulled his mouth away from her vagina, then sucked his way along her slippery crevice. His lips spread her pink inner petals, his tongue stroked her urethra. He fastened on her clitoris and drew it into his mouth. Jan's whole body jerked and the swing twisted and spun as she rocked her hips, ground and twisted her crotch on Tommy's sucking mouth. It felt like he was trying to rip her clit out by the roots, he was sucking on it so hard. His teeth caught the shaft just behind the nerve-packed head, trapping it, putting tension on the shaft. Then his tongue squeezed the tip back against his teeth, and Jan's world dissolved in an unbelievable haze of pleasure. The swing danced and jerked as she convulsed with an orgasm even greater than her first had been. Her anus was a searing knot of pain and pleasure as Tommy augured his finger in and out of it. Her clit felt like it was melting it was so hot. Her vagina was a lightly cramped mass of pleasure, a knotted fist holding desperately onto nothing. When at last Tommy spit her clit out and pulled his linger out of her asshole, Jan was left hanging precariously from the chains of the swing. Tommy slipped out from between her legs, and her knees collapsed. She lowered herself carefully to the seat of the swing and leaned sideways against one chain and fought to catch her breath and gather her scattered wits.