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  Come For Dinner

  By Alex Barton

  Copyright © 2008 Alex Barton

  Published by Burping Frog Publishing

  Detroit, Michigan

  burpingfrogbooks.blogspot.com

  All rights reserved. Manufactured in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organizations and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. All persons and locations in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events, places, organizations or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are eighteen years of age or older.

  Come for Dinner

  Tom was desperate for a wank. His long, thick cock was erect against his belly, quivering with the strength of his arousal, and his balls felt hot and heavy they were so full of come. The only problem was he was sitting on a bench in the changing room of his local rugby club with a towel strategically placed over his lap, and the object of his lust was a naked Australian trainee teacher named Ryan he’d just met for the first time.

  Closing his eyes and forcing himself to think of what Emma would have ready for supper when he got home, Tom smiled when Ryan said, “I really appreciate your introducing me to everyone. They’re a good crowd.”

  “Yeah, they are,” Tom said. “But it helps that you’re a damn good player.”

  “Thanks,” said Ryan.

  Tom watched as the young man toweled himself dry, unselfconsciously rubbing his towel vigorously between his legs and over his thick circumcised prick and large, floppy balls covered by a dense mass of blond pubic hair. Tom noticed there were no tan lines at the top of Ryan’s muscular thighs or across his taut buttocks; his bronzed skin was the same warm color all over.

  Spaghetti or maybe lasagna, Tom thought desperately, his mind filling with the wonderful image of Ryan stretched out beneath him on the bench, those long, strong legs hooked over his shoulders, Ryan’s eyes closed in ecstasy as Tom slowly buried his cock to the hilt in the young Australian’s asshole. Tom sighed in frustration, his fingers itching to stroke the swollen glans of his cock.

  Ryan had been standing outside the clubhouse when Tom drove up, obviously wondering who to approach to ask if he could train with the club. Offering his hand to shake, Tom had introduced himself and taken Ryan to meet Andrew, the club secretary. “God, lad, you must have a death wish if you want to play with this lot,” Andrew had said with a broad grin. “They won’t pull any punches just because you’re a visitor, you know...”

  “I’ll take my chances,” Ryan had said, looking around at Tom’s teammates with a shy grin.

  An hour and a half later, with three tries and a conversion under his belt, Ryan had earned the respect of the other players, endured many obscene jokes about Australian rugby players, and been invited back for as long as he was working in the area.

  Tom’s cellphone rang and he reached in his locker to answer it. It was Emma, wondering what time he’d be home.

  “Half an hour,” Tom said. Then he looked at Ryan and said, “Em, there’s a handsome young Australian here who’s just your type. Any chance there’s enough food for three?”

  Ryan mouthed the word, “No,” but Tom knew it was only out of politeness.

  “That’s great. See you soon,” he said with a laugh and hung up. “Come on. Her pasta with a decent bottle of red is to die for. That and the fact that she’s bloody gorgeous.”

  Tom was surprised to see Ryan blush and he suddenly realized the young Australian was lonely and grateful for the friendship Tom was showing toward him. For a moment he regretted the intensity of his desire for Ryan but only for a moment. He couldn’t help his bisexual nature and he was attracted to the blond Bondi Beach man as much as Emma.

  * * * *

  Later that evening Tom lifted his face from between Emma’s buttocks and swallowed a huge mouthful of his own sperm, the result of not one but two climaxes he’d needed to spurt into her bowels before his desire was finally sated. Emma moaned softly in response, unable to speak because she was lying in a 69 position on top of him, her mouth filled with his still-hard cock, fresh from the depths of her bottom.

  Emma lifted off Tom and turned round so that she could lie in the crook of his arm, her lips, slippery with lube and semen from her ass, meeting his, salty with the semen he’d licked out of her rectum. She sighed with pleasure and snuggled against his body.

  “I know where that came from,” she said into his chest. “You wanted to fuck Ryan, didn’t you?”

  “In the worst way,” Tom said with a soft laugh. “You should have seen his cock. Not long but very thick. Perfect for buggering your ass. And his balls hang low, the way you love.”

  Emma sat up slightly so her eyes met his, and she smiled at him. “Do you think he’d be up for it?”

  “Not with me alone, no. But with you as well-” He let the words hang in the air.

  “You’re asking me to seduce that nice Australian boy?”

  Tom kissed her softly. “Yup,” he said with a grin.

  Emma glanced down at his long cock which was standing up hard against his belly once more.

  “Okay,” she said. “But only because I love you...”

  “Oh yeah,” Tom said, rolling over so that he pinned her body under his, his chest crushing the soft weight of her breasts. Emma’s legs opened in need. “And you don’t want him in your bum while I’m fucking you silly?”

  “God, yes-please-ohhh,” Emma said, her laugh turning to a moan of desire as Tom thrust the full length of his prick into her gushing wet pussy in one smooth motion.

  “Mmmm, that’s what I thought,” Tom said, his mind filling with the happy thought that, even if he didn’t manage to push his prick into the tight heat of Ryan’s rectum, he would at least be able to enjoy the nakedness of the young Australian as he and Ryan gave Emma’s mouth, pussy and asshole a very thorough seeing-to.

  * * * *

  Tom had to smile. Ryan was obviously doing his best to hide his erection, squirming slightly as he sat next to Emma and looked at the photo album with her. But then the tight, low-cut sweater, no bra and short, bum-hugging skirt she was wearing would have given a statue a raging hard-on so he could hardly blame the young Australian for being aroused.

  As part of his plan, after the mid-week training session Tom had invited Ryan to dinner on the following Saturday and suggested he spend the night. Ryan had objected for about fifteen seconds but Tom knew the chance to see Emma again would be too much to resist. And he’d been right: Ryan had been glancing at Emma all evening, hanging rapt on all she said, his eyes out on stalks every time she leaned forward to reveal the creamy slopes of her breasts, the deep cleavage between the full globes dark and inviting.

  Emma had mischievously made things worse for the young man when Ryan mentioned over drinks before dinner that he was planning to spend a fortnight in northern Spain over the Easter break. She immediately jumped up and hunted for the photo album she’d put together after her and Tom’s last holiday in the region.

  “You must see the beautiful scenery,” she said and Ryan’s cock was reacting noticeably to the vista he was looking at right now, mainly because Emma was standing in front of it, initially in an indecently small bikini and then in only the thong, a tiny piece of material which barely covered her pussy and left the cheeks of her pert bum totally naked. Tom knew that the sight of Emma’s tanned breasts confirmed all the happy thoughts Ryan had been having about their size and smooth softness.

  “Sweetheart, wh
y don’t we leave Ryan to look through the album while I help in the kitchen?” Tom said, catching Emma’s eye.

  “Help yourself to wine,” Emma said and followed as Tom led the way. She paused for a minute and said, “Do you mind if I push the door to, Ryan? If I don’t the cooking smells will go all through the house.”

  “No, please, that’s fine,” and Tom could almost hear the relief in the young man’s voice that he’d be left alone with the album. Tom had no doubt Ryan would masturbate but probably stroke himself through his trousers in case either he or Emma came back in the room.

  As soon as Emma closed the kitchen door, Tom made her gasp in surprise as he grabbed her and pulled her sweater down roughly to expose her breasts. Then he got to his knees, hooked the hem of her skirt with his thumbs and pushed it up to her waist, baring the black down covering her mons. Tom saw Emma was trembling with lust as she opened her legs and he buried his face between the glistening lips of her pussy, his eyes meeting hers as he pushed his tongue as far as he could get it into the dripping wet hole.

  Emma responded by kneading her breasts in her hands, closing her thumb and forefinger round her nipples, heightening her arousal by pinching the rubbery tips and pulling them to almost painful hardness.

  For a long moments Tom licked his tongue into Emma’s cunt, sucking gently on the stiff bud of her clit, knowing it would make her almost desperate to be fucked. Then he stood up, his mouth slippery with her juices, and kissed her hard, giving her chance to reach down and unzip him, pushing his trousers and briefs down as one to allow his cock to rear up, hard and ready.

  Sliding his hands under the back of her thighs, Tom lifted Emma against the wall and thrust his prick into her very wet cunt. She cried out in pleasure, both of them knowing that Ryan would hear, exactly as Tom intended. A few strong strokes and Tom groaned in orgasm, his spurting prick setting off Emma’s climax. Even lost in their own pleasure they still heard the sudden sound of Ryan moaning and knew that their guest had found his own release.

  Still shaking from the intensity of Tom’s desire, Emma said, “God, you were turned on, weren’t you?”

  “Sorry if I was a bit rough,” Tom said, kissing her softly.

  “We’ll give him a couple of minutes to clean up,” Emma said with a grin, pulling her sweater back up over her breasts. “Then you better go on back in. I know you, you’ll want my bum next and one of us has to cook the bloody dinner...”

  Even delayed by the impromptu fuck, the meal Emma cooked was wonderful and it was when she served a lime cheesecake for dessert that Tom said, “Have we still got that Muscatel, Em? A sweet wine would be really nice with this.”

  “No, we drank it about a month ago,” Emma said. “I made a chocolate soufflé, remember?”

  “Damn,” Tom said and then stood up. “Look, I’m just going to the all night supermarket. They have a good selection. It’s a shame not to drink something special with this and it’ll show Ryan how civilized we are compared to the Aussies...”

  “Tom, you don’t have to bother on my account, mate,” Ryan said, looking at Emma. “I couldn’t tell a dessert wine from a can of Foster’s.”

  “Right, that settles it,” Tom said and he fetched his coat from the hall. “Won’t be long,” he said, giving Emma a quick, sharp smile.

  * * * *

  “That’ll be £4.99, sir,” the sales assistant said.

  “Oh-sorry?”

  “£4.99, sir,” said the sales assistant again, his face showing his impatience with Tom being preoccupied.

  “Yes, sure,” said Tom and handed over five pounds.

  He took the bottle of wine and walked back to his car, checking his watch. He’d been gone twenty minutes and if he knew Emma the handsome young Australian would have his hands full by now, of her bare breasts, curvaceous bottom or the smooth skin of Emma’s thighs, his fingers holding open the swollen lips of her pussy so that he so that he could push his tongue deep inside the wet walls. Tom smiled: he wondered what Ryan’s reaction would be when his mouth filled with Tom’s salty semen.

  He guessed that Emma would have started by suggesting she and Ryan sit together on the sofa. Using the excuse that she was a little drunk, she’d have pressed her breasts against the young man’s arm, watching to see what effect their soft weight would have on his arousal. As soon as she saw his cock was stiff, she’d have lifted her face towards his, looked deep into his eyes and opened her mouth slightly, willing him to kiss her. It would take a stronger man than Ryan to resist Emma when she was in heat.

  With luck, the shy, politeness Ryan showed would be replaced by a hot, horny rampant desire, especially when Emma straddled his lap, her lips seeking his as she rubbed her mons against the hard bulge of his cock. She would whisper in his ear, “Suck my breasts,” and he would slide the neckline of her sweater down her arms, his eyes widening as he revealed the smooth creamy flesh of the big globes, tipped by already stiff nipples. Tom would have taken bets Ryan couldn’t resist mouthing Emma’s nipples, his eyes closing in pleasure as he suckled, his desire mounting as Emma skillfully rubbed her cuntlips against his erect cock.

  Naturally Ryan would have assumed Emma was up for a quick fuck behind Tom’s back and he might have been disappointed when she gently pulled a hard nipple-tip from between Ryan’s teeth and told him she didn’t cheat. But his eyes would have lit up when she quickly added, “But you can share me if you like...” his imagination going into overdrive with all the sexual permutations possible with two hungry men and a beautiful, horny woman.

  A moment later she’d have taken him by the hand and led him upstairs. Clothes stripped off in haste, Emma’s eyes would have opened in appreciation when she saw Ryan’s muscular body, thick, circumcised cock and large, full balls, and her mouth would have watered to suck the swollen head of Ryan’s prick, just as Tom’s had when he first saw it in the changing room of the rugby club.

  Just the thought that he was close to being able to satisfy his own desire for Ryan and Emma made Tom’s hand shake slightly as he parked the car, opened the front door and closed it quietly behind him.

  Quickly Tom slipped off his shoes and then padded upstairs, pausing on the landing to strip off his clothes. His cock stood up stiff and hard against his belly, a drop of pre-come already oozing from the tip and he closed his hand round the shaft, masturbating himself as he moved to the bedroom door and pushed it open.

  Tom’s breath caught in his throat as he saw that Ryan was lying with his head between Emma’s wide spread legs, slurping noisily along the length of her pussy and pushing his tongue past the tight muscle of her anal sphincter and up into her ass. Emma’s eyes were shut, her mouth open, her breasts heaving and Tom could tell she was already close to a climax.

  For a moment Tom watched Ryan, loving the way the young man ground his cock into the bedspread in the intensity of his desire for Emma. Ryan’s buttocks, taut and tight, flexed in rhythm with his licking and Tom yearned to bury his face between them, his tongue greedily rimming Ryan’s anus in the same way that Ryan had his tongue pushed into the hot walls of Emma’s rectum.

  Emma must have sensed that Tom was standing there because she suddenly opened her eyes, smiled softly at him and said, “Hello, darling.”

  Ryan’s head came up and Tom knew he would be wondering how Tom might react seeing him lying naked between Emma’s spread thighs. Tom decided that action would be better than reassurance and walked across to the bed, straddled Emma so that his cock was pointing down inches from her lips and sighed with intense pleasure when she opened her mouth and took his prick deep into her throat until her nose nestled in the dense fur of his pubic hair.

  Slowly withdrawing and then sinking his prick back between the sucking oval of Emma’s lips, Tom closed his eyes with pleasure. He was close to an orgasm himself and heard Emma swallowing the steady flow of pre-come produced by his balls. And then Emma suddenly slid her hands round his buttocks and gripped the firm flesh, her body shuddering and jerking as
she climaxed into Ryan’s mouth. Her pleasure made her suck all the harder and Tom cried out as his prick swelled and a huge gush of semen spurted from the tip nestled in Emma’s throat, his balls pumping out wave after wave of hot come in a rush of liquid pleasure.

  Tom slid his cock from between Emma’s lips to enable her to swallow. She did, repeatedly, while Ryan lifted his head from between her legs to grin at Tom, face wet with Emma’s juices.

  “Hey, no fair,” he said. “You two came before me-”

  “Oh, you poor baby,” Emma said with a laugh and she reached down, pulled Ryan up so that he had to lie on his back, climbed over him, her fingers reaching between her legs for his erect cock, and then slowly, sweetly, with an audible squishing sound, sank her dripping cunt down until her pussylips were nestled on his balls.

  “Better now?” she asked in a husky voice.

  “God, yes-perfect,” Ryan said, his voice weak.

  Tom laughed and stretched out next to Ryan. “Mind if I watch for a moment?” he asked, his eyes meeting Emma’s who gave him a wicked little grin.

  “Err-be my guest,” Ryan said, obviously taken aback at Tom’s relaxed attitude to his woman sitting astride another man’s prick.

  Tom watched, fascinated, as Emma rode Ryan, enjoying the way she kept grinding her mons round the base of the young Australian’s cock. Tom knew all too well that the combination of wet pussywalls and hot tightness would bring Ryan off quickly and he wondered whether to wait before starting the next part of their session together.

  As usual, Emma’s intuition caught him by pleasant surprise. “It’s in the drawer,” she whispered and Tom reached for the lube.

  He got off the bed and moved round behind Emma, enjoying the sight of the length of Ryan’s thick prick appearing and disappearing into Emma’s pussyhole as she slowly rode up and down, prolonging their mutual pleasure. A big dollop of the lubricant on his prick and Tom was ready to double Emma’s pleasure by buggering her at the same time as Ryan was fucking her pussy. The added pressure on Ryan’s cock would undoubtedly make him come, but Tom figured the young Australian was so horny his cock would harden again almost immediately.