The smell of burning eggs filled the house and finally drove Jan out of bed. Planting her feet on the floor, she stretched luxuriously, feeling the cool morning air brush her, caress her all over. She combed her long blonde hair carefully, then headed for the kitchen. “Hi, Daddy, burning the eggs again?” she asked from the kitchen door. Harry made a face at her and raked his eyes quick over her slender, graceful body before jerking them away. “Sorry it woke you,” he apologized. Jan wasn't questioning his sudden change in attitude, just taking advantage of it. She loved the sensuous, free feeling of being naked. She also knew that the sight of her had a powerful effect on her father. She liked that, too. She sidled up next to him and eased him away from the stove. “Let me do that, Daddy. You go finish getting ready for work. I'll have breakfast ready by the time you're done.” He touched her affectionately on the shoulder. She had the feeling he wanted to do more than just touch her. He jerked his hand away and left the kitchen quickly. She watched the play of his muscular buttocks as he walked away, noted the semi-stiff condition of his penis. Across the breakfast table from him, she watched as he tried to read the paper. His eyes kept flicking over her. She sat up very straight to make her breasts look as smooth and graceful and tempting as possible. Her pink nipples were pertly erect. His breakfast was gone and the paper a shamble's when he finally shoved away from the table. “Got to go,” he muttered after his last swallow of coffee. Jan got up quickly and followed him to the front door. Before he opened it, she went up on her tiptoes to kiss him. Her breasts burned against his summer jacket. “Bye bye, Daddy,” she said, moving out of sight as he opened the door. “Be home at the usual time,” he assured her. “Maybe we could eat out tonight. Be a nice change.” “I'd like that.” It was the first time he had suggested eating out since her mother had died. He was really changing. Like that day she had come home and found him sitting naked in front of the television. She hadn't realized what a handsome and desirable a man her father was until then. And then he had scolded her for walking naked from the bathroom to her room. He hadn't complained since when she went around naked in the house. He had started doing it a lot too. She looked at the scorched eggs in the pan and filled it with water, then dried her hands on a dish towel. The whole atmosphere of the house was changing-for the better.
The only problem, Jan reflected, was that now she tended to be horny all the time. Ever since that first time with Mike, her sex urge had been growing. And the nudity around the house increased it, made her more aware of herself and her father as sexual beings, even though neither had made any concrete move toward the other. As she wandered through the empty house, she became more and more aware of the intimate touch of the cool air against her crotch. Her nipples were swollen with hunger. Her pussy ached. Standing in front of the television, she picked up a candle left there from before her mother had died. It was ten inches long, an inch in diameter. Jan tortured herself by fondling the warm, slippery wax cylinder, wrestling with herself, resisting the urge to jam it up into her starving vagina. The telephone jarred her out of her trance and she walked across the room to answer it. “Hi, sexy.” “Oh, Danny. Hi,” she answered, recognizing his voice. “Saw your father leave for work and I thought I'd give you a call. Thought you might be lonely.” “Oh, not really,” Jan answered. Horny, but not lonely.
She stood with one arm across her trim, bare belly and began stroking her side sensuously. “I have a friend over,” Danny went on unperturbed. “How about a 'come as you are' party?” “How do you know how I am?” Jan retorted. “I figure you just got up,” Danny answered. “Most you probably have on is your pajamas, if you wear any, that is.” “I don't,” Jan answered. “You and your friend strip and watch out the window. I'll be over in a couple of minutes.” “Meet you in the back yard,” Danny replied. “It's a nice warm, sunny day. We can use the swing.” “Groovy idea,” Jan replied tensely, hornier than ever at the thought. After hanging up, she prowled nervously around the house until she was sure Danny and his friend were naked and waiting for her. Then, without putting anything on, she opened the back door and looked out. The back yard wasn't totally screened, but it seemed a fairly safe bet no one would see her. The chance that someone might made her belly knot with excitement. Her toes dug into the gravel as she walked slowly along the path.
Cautiously, she looked around the corner of the house. The street was empty. She started across the wide expanse of lawn, then heard a car coming. Her heart racing, she ducked behind a bush just as a delivery truck cruised past. The driver was looking in her direction, trying to read the house numbers. When it was gone, Jan set out again, forcing herself to walk slowly. She felt her excitement building. She was risking being seen, totally naked, by anyone passing by or looking out any of the nearby houses. Reaching the gate to Danny's back yard, she paused and knocked politely. As she waited, she kept feeling unseen eyes watching her, staring at her graceful, naked body. The latch rattled, and Danny opened the gate, and peered around it cautiously. He saw that Jan was not dressed, and sucked in his breath sharply. “Jesus, get in here before someone sees you!”
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
