He twisted the head from side to side against her sex lips. Sue licked her fingers with her tongue and then massaged the saliva into the labia, pulling at her own folds so that he could push the bulk of the rod inside her. She moved her forefinger away from the lips and rolled its tip over her clitoris, which grew under the pressure.
He surged forward and thrust into her. Her muscles closed around him, tight and dry, and Sue's fingernails bit into his back as the sharp sensation filled her. Some moisture was released from the internal tissue, and his next stroke was smoother, easier, though the fit was just as tight.
The sight of their bodies working together, joined sexes pumping and pushing, excited Claude against his will. He breathed in deeply and braced himself as his own prick began to stiffen and swell. Still lying on his stomach, he involuntarily pushed his solid penis against the cool grass. The grass ran smooth and dry against the glans and the foreskin. His balls were heavy with sperm. He moved slightly forward against the grounds cutting a path through a green tuft of lawn. When he moved back just as carefully he felt the globule of cream his slit had emitted in the previous thrust. He tried to keep from breathing too loud and disturbing Sue and Tom, who were fucking in earnest.
His hands were under her back, his knees between her sprawled thighs. He was forcing his whole prick up the slick cunt, and he supported her as she beat out a response with her counterthrusts.
"Say it, Sue. Say it."
"All right," she said in a half-whisper, her voice calm and measured. "Fuck me. Fuck me all the way. Put it all the way inside me."
"Say it again."
"Fuck me..."
The words triggered him, and he started to move inside her like a frightened animal, drowning his heavy cock inside her cunt. He jerked his pelvis in a circle and pushed at the cylinder of pliable, moistening muscle, making the opening larger around his cock as it entered her and shoved, thrust after thrust.
She brought her legs up, and the soles pushed into the ground at the sides of his lower legs. She was raising her buttocks by pressing up on her feet, and her cunt followed his swiveling prick. Her ass began to slap silently against the grass and dirt, and she brought her head up and kissed him with her open mouth. When her face had streaked across his, his lips were wet with her spit and his tongue had moved out, searching for hers. He kissed her again just as he pushed into her all the way. He felt the heat but not the moisture through the rubber film, but it was her naked fingers that played knees, drawing her legs to her chest and stationing her with his testes. She drove them back against the root of his cock and then wrenched the skin back; his balls bobbed within.
"Fuck me," she groaned, now in earnest, and Claude's penis slid against the grass and shot his cream off into the mesh of cellulose and dirt. The head, when he finally was through, pushed back against his stomach, inches below the navel, and covered the smooth skin with thick gobs of heavy seed.
Tom's ass tightened as he delivered his sperm. Sue hadn't cum; she could not feel him go off inside the rubber. She just felt the whir of his cock down her greased tract, and she tried to move up against it as fast as he tried to pull down.
He had begun to slow when she opened up and moved, one wrenching spasm after another against him, smashing his stomach and rubbing her damp crotch against him. She scratched a line down the middle of his scrotum, and the testes rolled against the skin as he smashed the prick's bulbous head into one wall and then the other. He slid in at last, burying his own pubic hair inside hers, and his cock began to deflate almost immediately. He pulled it out of her casually and rolled the wrapper down the penis with difficulty. Wrinkled against his contracting bulk, semen had seeped along the sides of the cock, and the thin transparent rubber stuck to the meat, glued there by his cum.
Tom lay, on his back. He tucked his penis inside his briefs, though he did not bother to close the front of his trousers. He glanced at Sue. Her body was an exhausted heap, drawn together in an almost embryonic position, and her skin was covered with a thin sheen of perspiration. She had hidden her nipples behind her chin between the two. Claude stared at the grass, an inch away. He was relaxed. He expected to be let go.
"You know, I think we can do something to really get old Claudie mad." He looked at the younger boy, then at his girlfriend. She looked up, then let her chin rest again.
"Why don't you fuck him?"
"Oh, come on, Tommy." There was a slight edge of anger to the voice, though she assumed O'Hara was kidding her and teasing Claude.
"No, I mean it."
"You know I've never..."
"I know."
"Never. You were the first, Tommy."
"Sure. But this isn't really fucking. Besides, wouldn't you like to see how it feels when a fruit does it to you?"
She looked at Claude. She had instinctively expected some reaction from him. Though his penis, sticky now with dried cum, was filling again with blood, he froze his facial muscles. He did not want to give himself away just yet. He knew from the way her eyes surveyed his body that she was curious. Not anxious, perhaps, but curious.
"For you, I'd do it if you really want me to."
Claude concentrated on the grass, trying to make himself think of anything but sex. It worked. The bloated prick had shriveled by the time O'Hara was directing him to turn over.
"You better get on top of him, Sue. Otherwise he'll try to run away, maybe." O'Hara laughed at his own joke.
Sue took Claude's cock between her fingers and thumb. It was damp, but she assumed the moisture was sweat. She squeezed the shaft, then pulled the phallus back toward her and rubbed the head against her pubic hairs as she rolled her labial skin up and down, her crotch gyrating.
"Just push him inside you. He's never gonna get hard anyway." O'Hara stopped and paused a moment. "Maybe I should take out my prick like before. Then he could get it up couldn't you, Claudie?"
Standing, he watched while Sue pulled one of the labial folds to the side and tried to tuck the small phallus inside her. She squatted down and stuffed a couple more of the flabby inches between her cunt walls.
She clamped the muscles together with all her might. When she let go, the cock slowly spurted to attention inside her. She smiled as she slithered down the erection. She watched Claude's face attentively as her body dipped down and took his penis, but there was no reaction written there. She swayed around the cock and thrust her stomach out when he was all the way in.
Claude waited, letting her do all the moving. O'Hara was standing at the girl's side, looking down as they moved with and against each other. Motion and flesh covered Claude's prick -- or the little of it that ever was left out of her cunt as she pushed down on it.
He wanted to reach up and touch her tits, but that would have given him away. He contented himself by watching the small mounds roll against the narrow bones. She leaned forward and pushed her nails into the dirt at Claude's sides. Above, O'Hara seemed surprised by her enthusiasm. She threw her cunt forward and rolled the ring of wet tissue around the dick below her. Her muscles throbbed, dilating around the cock before it gripped it again. She slid down, and his cock went off inside her. The cream fountained up; the walls were drenched with wet heat. Her breasts, tits frozen, moved up and down and from side to side as she came with him, rocking against his erection, Claude shut his eyes and let his cock take over, jabbing her again and again.
"Son of a bitch," O'Hara mumbled in amazement while their bodies slipped and slid on and against each other. "Son of a bitch queer," he said aloud, over their heavy breathing when the orgasm had been spent.