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The Royal Wedding Orgy
by Jeroen
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Even after Kate and William had retired from the festivities, the afterparty at Buckingham palace was in full swing well into the night. For that one evening, it seemed more like a decadent nightclub than a royal palace. Palatial rooms hidden to the public had been reopened especially for the festivities, music from world class DJs and live acts were blasting in different rooms. Staff worked overtime delivering bacon sandwiches and champagne and tea to the elite guests partying well into the wee hours of the morning.
Victoria Beckham yawned loudly at about two am and whispered to her husband David that she was going to go home. David kissed his wife and said he would just be a moment longer -- he wanted to catch up with some old associates. He had wanted to chat to Harry, and he hadn't even had time to catch up with Ian Thorpe or any of the other athletes, he explained to her.
Becks was lying, of course, he had dirtier plans for wanting to stay. He loved his wife but he couldn't wait for her to leave. At the elite luncheon immediately after the wedding, Prince Harry had come up to him and told him that as soon as he got rid of Victoria "the real party would begin." Harry's reputation preceded him of course -- he was an insatiable cock slut, his ability to take load after load was legendary, and Becks had heard from many a reputable source that there was nothing that the handsome prince loved more than to gorge himself on a parade of never ending cocks. Becks had never tasted his hungry hole himself, but he was infinitely intrigued. When he tried to pry Harry for more information, the royal hellraiser simply smiled his cheeky grin and told him to trust him when it came to having a good time.
Once he made sure Victoria had been driven off by their chauffeur, Beckham wondered around the rooms and saw some interesting sights -- Pippa Middleton making out with one of Kate's ex-boyfriends, Princess Beatrice drinking champagne from her ridiculous hat, Zara Phillips fighting with her fiancee -- but there was no trace of Harry. Just as he was about to give up, a studly waiter with a rugby player's physique approached him holding a tray of champagne flutes.
"Mr. Beckham, Prince Harry has requested your presence."
"I've been looking for him for a while now," whispered Becks to the studly waiter. "Can you lead me to him?" he asked, winking seductively.
With his free hand, the waiter briefly but sexily stroked Becks' waist and whispered for him to follow him. Beckham nodded and making sure nobody could see where they were going he followed the waiter out of the main party hall and passed some winding hallways. Buckingham palace was truly labyrinthine: they walked through room after room, one more luxurious than the next, until suddenly the waiter opened what appeared to be a closet door which lead to an ill-lit hallway. As they walked, they could hear distant footsteps grow louder, until out of nowhere another door opened to reveal none other than Ian Thorpe accompanied by another hunky and muscular waiter.
"Ian!" gasped David, surprised and delighted to see the hunky Australian swimmer. He had heard many rumours, of course, that Ian was gay, but he was uncertain whether or not he would be participating in the `shenanigans' Harry had planned. He had always found Ian -- or Thorpedo, as his legions of fans called him -- amazingly sexy, and was eager to have a taste of the Australian stallion. He could barely contain his excitement that maybe, just maybe, he would be able to have sex with him as well as Harry tonight. The two men moved closer to each other and gave themselves a brotherly hug. Ian sure looked magnificent in his waistcoast and Armani suit, David thought -- such a striking, God-like hunk.
"I gather you too have been summoned by Prince Harry," said Ian with a smirk. He looked David up and down and smiled. Both men were still in their designer suits they wore to the wedding and looked impeccable, sophisticated and smoulderingly sexy.
"Indeed, our friends here were just showing us the way," replied Becks, giving Ian a seductive wink. Becks made a gesture to let the waiters know they could resume guiding them to the Prince.
They soon began to hear a distant noise that grew louder and louder -- like a ghost wailing softly. And the closer they came to the door at the very end of the hallway, the louder the wailing became and it soon became obvious that it wasn't one voice but many, manly voices not wailing but groaning and grunting. Once they got to the massive doors, the two waiters splayed them open.
Ian and Becks stared dumbfounded and flabbergasted at the sight before them: a magnificently opulent ballroom the size of a medium-sized mansion containing hundreds of naked men entangled in all varieties of fucking: threesomes, couples, even daisy chains. Men were engaging in anal play, blow jobs, fucking, fingering and watersports; they were getting fucked on their backs, doggy style, on tables, slings and chaise lounges. Aristocratic hunks mingled with plebians, celebrities with the hunky help -- class distinctions and status were eroded by a common quest for cock.
The waiters grinned at each other as they held the doors open for the celebrity athletes. Tentatively the two jocks walked into the hallway, breathing heavily, their cocks growing hard rapidly in their tailor made trousers, aroused by the opulent odour of manly sex surrounding them. They caught sight of James Middleton, Kate's brother, on his back moaning and begging for more as a tall bearded top plowed him from behind. As they stepped closer it became clear that it was prince Haakon, the Crown Prince of Norway.
"AAAH fuck me, Prince, fuck my commoner hole, fuck me!" begged the loud bottom.
Prince Haakon simply grunted as he plowed him harder, squeezing his own nipples in the process. Muscle daddy Gareth Thomas, an official guest at the royal wedding, and one of the few openly gay athletes in the world, approached the mouthy bottom, his muscles glistening with sweat, and slapped his thick nine inch meat stick against the cheek of the bride's brother. Momentarily stunned, James looked up, his eyes steamy with lust as he swiftly engulfed the gigantic schlong down his skilled throat.
Becks and Thorpey were then distracted by a slight commotion directly behind where James Middleton was getting fucked. A bare pair of meaty legs were being hoisted into the air, visible beyond Gareth Thomas' broad shoulders. Ian and David moved closer with the encouragement of their guides and gasped when they saw rugby super star Ben Cohen spank the ass of Tom Arscott, as he pushed him against a table, hoisting his muscular legs on his shoulders. Arscott was a rugby union player for the Worcester Warriors -- not a brand name yet, but both Thorpedo and Beckham recognized him due to their interest in rugby and other hot jocks like themselves. Tom looked delicious -- a young mountain of stocky rugby muscle. He had a crown of golden, curly locks and adorable dimples that revealed themselves as he smiled nervously, his blue eyes betraying his wonder, arousal but also nervousness as he stared at the older, more famous and hairier rugby God.
"I... I've never done this before," Tom said tentatively, his round pecs heaved deliciously up and down as he breathed heavily.
"In that case," said Ben, smiling, before he moved his handsome face down between Tom's muscular glutes and dug his tongue deep into the virgin boy hole. Tom's eyes expanded in surprise and his adorable pink mouth formed a bewildered "O" shape as he felt Ben's squishy tongue lick the sweat from his unexplored trench and he began moaning breathlessly like a catholic school girl.
"Oh yeah, oh fuck, aaah, Ben it feels so good, oh man ...I really like that..." Arscott moaned. "Nobody asked you, Bitch..." snarled another voice as he unzipped his pants, pushed Tom on his back, and shoved his cock up Tom's angelic face. Thorpedo looked up and recognized rugby hunk Danny Care, looking as hot as ever, his muscular body and thick legs thrusting powerfully as his meaty dick vanished in and out, in and out of Arscott's swollen lips. The stocky blonde kid was in heaven, slurping ravenously on Danny's cock as he felt his hole worked on and sucked by Ben Cohen's greedy mouth. Moments later, Ben Cohen lifted himself from Tom's glutes, gave them a playful and hard smack, wiped his spit splattered mouth and began to poke his massively chubby nine inch meat stick into the virgin's tight hole.
"AAAH mate, I'm... I'm not sure about..." said Tom nervously, spitting Danny's cock out briefly to voice his hesitation.
Danny slapped Tom's beautiful face with his hard, wet dick, splattering it with precum and spit, a drop of which went into Tom's open eye.
"Whore, don't act as if you don't want it, look at your fat knob all hard and wet for us. We got you into this afterparty, mate, so you do what we want for my mate Ben here and whoever I say," snarled Danny, who was so fucking hot as he displayed his confidence and cockiness.
Beckham chuckled imagining that Cohen and Danny Care had coerced the straight studlet with the promise of an `in' into the hottest after party of the year. Of course Arscott would have said yes, impressed and flattered by the two veteran rugby gods taking him under their wing. Cut to the scene hours later and here he was -- peer pressure, alcohol and sheer excitement convincing him to loose his anal virginity to Ben Cohen, as Danny Care fucked his angelic face roughly with his sweaty uncut eight inch sausage.
"Thorpedo! Becks!" screamed Danny Care, smiling, when he saw the studs observing them from the wings, rubbing their cocks through the lining of their trousers. Becks and Thorpe smiled and winked as Ben Cohen turned around and Arscott momentarily diverted his gaze from Danny's cock, stunned and slightly shamed that two worldwide celebrities who had already reached the Olympian heights of fame and fortune had caught him, a young jock at the beginning of his career, in such an obliging, submissive and piggyish position.
"Go find Harry," said Ben "He'll get mad if he doesn't have first dibs on you two, but find us afterwards. After I fuck this hot piece of meat here, I could use a nice deep fucking," said Ben, wiggling his ass enticingly at the two studs. Thorpey and Becks had to muster all their will power to not fuck him right then and there, but they knew Harry would indeed be cross if he didn't have their first loads that evening. They promised they would come back and spanked Danny's and Ben's arses, and squeezed Tom's chubby erect cock, as they continued their search for Harry. Just as they turned around Ben slammed his remaining inches up Tom's virgin jock hole causing him to howl out loudly into Danny's dick.
The next sight they saw was equally sordid. Becks recognized a naked and very handsome Daddy in his forties as Phil Spencer, the famous host of Location Location. Phil's furry chest was matted with sweat, two hard nipples emerging from well defined pecs. He had that sexy, devilish smirk that always made David's cock twitch whenever Victoria insisted to watch Location, Location. Phil was thrusting his cock so hard up none other than Jamie Oliver's portly ass. David and Ian could hear the sound of Spencer's pendulous balls slapping against those big cheeks even above the constant soundtrack of grunting and moaning.
"Take it you fucking pig, you like that, huh, pig boy?," sneered Spencer in his posh accent "I'm going to give it to you so fucking good, you fucking pig boy slut."
The cockney television chef moaned in orgasmic pleasure into an apple that had been lodged into his mouth, making him look like a real pig. David delighted in seeing the ecstatic, almost drugged expression in Jaime's eyes as Phil mercilessly pounded his daddy cock against the porky chef's tight sphincter. Jamie's own hot, stocky body was used as a table for the bacon sandwiches Harry had ordered the staff to prepare for the orgy guests, his delicious cockney cock emerging -- proud, chubby and erect - in the middle of an arrangement of sandwiches. It was so hot watching guests grab the sandwiches from Jamie's body without acknowledging him as he got plowed roughly, using him as if he were actually a table or piece of furniture. Both Ian and David stopped to pick up sandwiches, the closest ones to Jamie's fat dick, but not before taking turns squeezing that fat sausage, winking sexily at the celebrity chef.
Moving along in their search for Harry while eating their sandwiches, David and Ian then saw Gary Barlow and Mark Ronson thrusting hard and grunting as they pummeled hard into Lee Ryan and Duncan James. The boys from Blue were so excited when they heard they were enlisted as `entertainment' for the royal wedding's after party, little did they suspect that it was their orifices -- and not their singing -- that would be put to service. Lee was on all fours, groaning with joy, as David and Ian observed Gary's powerful, firm thighs propelling him into the slut's tight cunt. Duncan, on the other hand, was lying on his back on a table, his eyes half closed in erotic, blissed-out abandon, as Mark Ronson's eleven inch cock slammed repeatedly into his ravenous love chute. The harder Mark and Gary pummeled the Blue boys' holes, the more cum oozed from their sphincters, down their cheeks and on to the carpet.
"Those Blue Boys have been taking load after load," explained one of the waiters who were guiding Becks and Ian. In fact, on closer inspection, David noticed that both of their thighs were caked with dry cum, and the slimy loads that were gushing out of their holes that very moment must have been but the most recent deposits. Lee Ryan begged for more: "Fuck me! Fuck me Gary! I need your jizz up inside me, please, please give me your fat thick knob, Gary aaah!" Not to be outdone, Duncan James was proving to the world just what a mouthy, insatiable bottom he was, groaning to Mark Ronson to "Cum inside me, mate, aaah fuck, I fucking need your thick fat cock inside my slut boy pussy...flood my insides with more jizz,"
In no time, Gary was blasting his cum deep inside Lee, grabbing his hair and thrusting into him furiously, as his sweaty body spasmed with orgasmic tremors. As Gary's schlong pistoned in and out of Lee, cum dripped down in a thick, constant sludge from Lee's hole. Seeing the Take That stud explode nearby soon also triggered Mark's orgasm, his handsome face contorting as he felt the cum tingle in his ballsac. Loosing all control he began to scream:
"Oh fuck yeah, take my cum, Duncan, you fucking cock loving slut...Yeah take my cum up your talentless hole, you filthy bitch!"
To everyone's surprise, Mark pulled out of Duncan's love chute and his thick, eleven inch cock began spraying ribbon after ribbon of cum all over the boy band singer, staining his chest and pretty boy face. Ducan sluttily opened his mouth and swallowed the cum as it fell on to his lips with a loud plopping sound. Seeing David and Thorpey applaud as soon as they had fully squeezed their last loads into their sluts, the two tops pulled out of the boyband members to greet their mates. Sure enough, two rock-hard celebrities -- Dermot O'Leary and Robbie Williams -- rapidly plunged into the holes of Lee and Duncan respectively as soon as their holes had been vacated. The bottom boys welcomed them by moaning loudly like the insatiable cock hounds they were. Duncan squealed with joy, feeling Robbie's cock plunge straight through him, immediately hitting his prostate: "OH FUCK! OH FUCK!...IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!!" Dermot, in turn, banged mercilessly against Lee's sphincter. Lee, exhausted but still desiring more and more dick, grit his teeth as he thrust back on to the tv presenter's thick knob. Too tired to even muster words, the bottom boys moaned unintelligently, their face contorting into an expression of ecstasy whenever their thick dicked tops slammed their expert cocks against their prostates.
"That was some intense fucking," THorpedo said, as he complemented Gary and Mark.
"Thanks man, he's taking a rest now, but maybe you wanna ride him next?" asked Gary cheekily, pointing to his cock.
"I would love to, mate, but Becks and I -- we haven't found Prince Harry yet, and we promised we'd fuck him first."
"Ah man, he must have had at least twenty, thirty loads so far, and he's still going!" exclaimed Mark, his eyes beaming in wondrous admiration. "Both Gary and I were some of the first to flood the royal sphincter with jizz!"
The celebrities parted ways and continued exploring until finally they found Prince Harry behind a plush velvet curtain, on a sea of plump cushions. He was taking Prince Daniel of Sweden's cock in his mouth as his own cousin -- Peter Phillips -- was plunging his royal sceptre up the ginger prince's cute and rosy butt cheeks.
Harry's face and hair were caked with dry cum. He must have taken twenty loads already yet he was thrusting back and forth with energetic vigor. He enveloped his mouth around his cousin's beercan-thick lovestick, his eyes closed in erotic abandon. Peter was moaning and groaning hard, squeezing his own nipples as he thrust his boner in his cousin's face. At one point, Harry gently spat his cock out and looked up at his cousin, smiling like a rascal, as Peter took his wet, fat dick and gently slapped it on Harry's features. Harry lunged forward for the cockhead, darting his tongue rapidly inside his cousin's piss slit, causing Peter to throw his head back and groan with pleasure. The redhead prince then moved his attention to his cousin's royal jewels -- they were obscenely large and covered in sweat, making them shine. The prince sniffed them the way a pig snorts for mushrooms before sucking the sweat off each ball lovingly.
The two waiters moved behind Ian and David and began to undress them, slowly unbuttoning their elaborate waistcoasts, getting them ready for Harry. They moved their large hands against their defined bodies and shapely bums, taking extra time to unbuckle their belts, unzipping their flies and finding their hard erections.
"Oh wow, Mr. Thorpe, wow," muttered Ian's servant boy as he freed the Australian olympian's cock from his Aussiebum underwear. Thorpedo had a marvelous, long and thick eleven inch cock. He then moved infront of it, sliding it down his throat, getting the cock completely wet and hard for Prince Harry's sphincter.
David's waiter also did the same, kissing Beckham's perfectly trimmed pubes and rubbing the cock against his cheek before he swallowed his eight inch banana whole.
Harry was so involved in his fuck session he didn't even realize the star guests of the orgy had arrived and that they were being fluffed to erectile perfection for him. He was so enthralled by his cousin's dick as well as Prince Daniel's viciously aggressive fuck he was in an oblivious state of cock slut Nirvana. Daniel, a former fitness trainer, was so compact and muscular, fucking him vigorously and giving it to him hard and nasty -- just the way Harry liked it. Harry moaned as he felt Daniel's royal sweat fall on his back. The red head royal gently spat Peter's cock out to let the Swedish royal know his appreciation.
"Oh Daniel please continue," moaned the Prince "fuck me, fuck me deep." Daniel simply grunted and slapped Harry's perky bubble butt as he continued to shove his turgid cock up the royal spare. He pressed his hands tightly on Harry's waist and truly pile drove into him, piercing his g-spot persistently. Harry could feel his sphincter on fire, "Fuck me Daniel fuck me. I need your cum in me. It feels so fucking good" he moaned before resuming getting face fucked by Peter.
Daniel's wide-rimmed glasses steamed from the sweat emanating from the threesome. He flung his head back and emitted a loud grunt and his hips began to thrust back and forth at a vertiginous speed. All of a sudden, he gave out a wild, beastial cry and fired his load deep into Harry.
"Oh yes Oh fuck yes" cried Harry in delight as he felt his insides getting flooded by Swedish sperm.
Seeing Daniel unload into his slutty little cuz was too much for Peter who felt the cum rise from his balls and, unannounced, he began to jizz into Harry's mouth. He delighted in seeing the Prince's eyes expand in surprise as his orgasm overflooded his mouth, dripping from the sides. Harry swallowed as much as he could but there was simply too much manmilk gushing from Peter's cock for it not to drip down his chin.
Daniel pulled his cock out from Harry and his cum gushed out of the prince's sphincter. Using his hand he scooped out some of his jizz and brought it forward to the Prince as he was cleaning his cousin's spent cock, greedily licking every last drop of jizz.
"Here you go, royal slut," sneered Daniel as he offered his cum covered hand to Harry who licked it clean like a ravenous wolf puppy, after which he began to lick the stray strands of jizz from Prince Daniel's dick.
"Come on Peter, let's go ride some cocks now!" said Daniel as he patted Peter on the back. "Harry has more guests waiting," he said, winking at Ian and David.
"More cock! More cock!" screamed Harry. He turned around and for the first time he saw Thorpedo and Becks in all their naked glory, his waiters servicing their big dicks.
"Just who I was waiting for!" screamed Harry, beaming, sporting a delightfully charming shit-eating drin. The waiters reluctantly spat out the superstar jocks' cocks and allowed them to walk over to Harry. As Ian and David moved away, they were replaced by Daniel and Peter who ordered the waiters to lie on their backs, eager to ride their cocks on their beefy butts.
Ian and David moved to the Prince and took turns making out with him, rubbing his cum-streaked hair and playfully licking the cum from his cheek and nose.
"You are a filthy prince," joked Ian.
"Damn right! And I'm about to get a whole lot filthier!" Harry announced triumphantly as he held both David and Ian's boners. He got on his knees and ordered Ian and David to stand infront of him. For a moment, he just looked up at them, beaming enthusiastically like a child at Christmas who can't believe he got the toys of his dreams. He then took a deep breath and began bobbing up and down David's cock, before diverting his attention to Ian's eleven incher. David marveled at how energetic the prince was. Just moments ago he was getting fucked so roughly and here he was, seconds later, servicing them with such fresh energy and gusto.
As Harry took turns bobbing up and down their cocks, Ian and David looked at each other and began to make out. The two studs passionately kissed each other, exploring each other's mouths, as their hands roamed each other's bodies, feeling their manly, Olympian bodies.
Occasionally, they would have to part lips to emit a loud groan as Harry was an expert cock sucker. As soon as their cocks vanished into his mouth they were overcome by a heavenly sensation -- Harry's mouth was so wet, and he sucked with such skill, his tongue snaking up and down their shafts, twirling around their fat cockheads to drive them wild with pleasure. He had been sucking so much dick you would think he would have gotten lock jaw but, as they say, practice makes perfect and there were few more enthusiastic cocksuckers in the world than the younger Windsor boy. He delighted in making David and Ian, two superstars, squeal with pleasure, their knees almost bucking from the intensity of Harry's expert blowjob.
"You suck so well, your royal higness," moaned Becks.
As Harry continued to pleasure both men orally, Ian lifted his manly biceps and offered his sweaty armpit to David. Becks arched an eyebrow and smiled mischievously before diving into Ian's armpit and sniffing and sucking it like a dirty little piglet, moving his way to Ian's beefy pecs and licking the sweat of his chest. The sight was too much for Harry -- it was so raunchy and dirty and hot -- and he knew right then and there he needed to have these two Gods fuck him, and fuck him Now!
"Right! Who is first? I need to get fucked so bad!" squealed Harry.
"Your highness, get on all fours now!" barked David. "You're going to take my cock like a fucking dog."
Prince Harry happily obliged, shaking his ass cheeks at the football star. David spanked Harry's hole with his dick and looked at his leaking sphincter, as Thorpey rubbed his eleven inch mammoth against the Prince's nose and cheeks.
"Mate, you're such a fucking little slut," David muttered playfully, squeezing Harry's ass as the redhead lifted his pretty glutes, offering them to David for his perverted pleasure. "That's right, Becks, I'm a dirty little cum rug. I'm nothing but a whorish cum rag. Feed me your dick. Please I need it so fucking bad, please, I'm such a fuckin' whore..." Harry moaned breathlessly as he reached back and spread his ass cheeks apart for David, allowing more remnants of all the loads he had taken that evening to ooze out.
"Oh, that's fucking nice mate," said Ian. David toyed further with the redhead prince, pressing his cockhead against his sphincter and slid in very, very slowly, he would take his time before he slammed his entire eight inches in. "Fuck you're all nice and lubed from all the cock you've taken tonight, aren't you? You just can't help yourself -- even that trip you had in the North Pole was just an excuse to get gang banged by a bunch of soldiers, am I right, you dirty slut?"
"Yes David aaah... How did you know... aaaah," Harry moaned. "I'm such a filthy, dirty prince. I can't help it, I think about dick all the time, I dream of cock, big fat cocks like yours and Ian's! I never want this parade of cocks to end," Harry confessed. David slid in about half his cock inside Harry, and as expected it felt so nice and moist and velvety. "Fucking ace, oooh fucking ace," he moaned.
As harry was already so lubed up by the copious loads he had received that evening, penetrating him was easy. Harry moved his mouth back on to Ian's eleven inch boner, it was so big and thick even a pro slut like Harry was having trouble sliding the whole thing down his throat. As he managed to press his nose against Ian's pubes, he felt David grab his shoulders and slam his remaining inches inside him, expertly hitting his prostate in one elegant thrust. "Yeah that's right, fuck him, fuck him," Ian murmured breathlessly. The Prince moaned on Thorpey's cock as he felt his ass crack stretch from David's big bone. Mirrors surrounded them so he could see the handsome Apollo fuck him with that mixture of power, grace and precision he brought to the football field.
Ian then did something that surprised Harry as much as he delighted him. He pulled his enormous dick from the Prince's mouth and turned around, spread his cheeks, and offered his sweaty hole for the prince to rim. Harry did not have to be told twice of course and enthusiastically pressed his head against Thorpedo's sweaty crack with great gusto, his long, snake like tongue making Ian grunt and moan with pleasure as he fucked him with it.
David continued to thrust hard into Harry for a full twenty minutes, slowing down every time he was close to edging. Soon, however, he felt the cum rush up from his big tennis ball-sized testicles, and he shot his hot footballer goo deep into Prince Harry.
"AAAAH fuck take it, Prince Harry aaaah, take my load in your sweet hole." Feeling Beckham finally jizz into him sent the horny prince into a parallel Universe of erotic abandon, for every thick load David propelled inside him he emitted a high-pitched slutty moan, sending him into overdrive into Ian's hole, aggressively snaking his tongue as deep as he possibly could into Thorpey's tight sphincter, causing the tall Australian to moan and cry in ecstatic pleasure.
David pulled out of Harry's hole and finger fucked him, gathering his man honey on to his fingers. He licked one of the fingers and, as Ian got up to move behind Harry, his gigantic cock bouncing infront of him, David offered one finger the Australian, who eagerly sucked the sweet royal nectar from the British football God's finger.
As David stepped aside, in Ian went, causing Harry to wail with delight: "OH FUCK THORPEDO!! YOU ARE SO FUCKING HUGE, OH YES, FUCK MATE, AAAH FUCK ME WITH YOUR HUGE DICK." Ian's cock was so wide it caused David's copious load to splurge out as he plunged it inside Harry's trench. The further he pushed, the more of David's gooey manmilk slid down the sides of Harry's round ass cheeks, accompanied by an obscene, squishing noise. Ian started banging away at Harry's cunt immediately, knowing he could take it. He fucked him in deep, long and powerful strokes, causing the Prince's eyes to bulge out whenever he pulled out ever so slowly only to thrust back in hard. Harry began to moan in erotic abandon, squealing and begging for more. Ian fucked the Prince with focus and dedication, slamming into his hole so powerfully even an expert powerbottom like Harry struggled to keep balance as he kept himself propped up on his elbows on all fours. David approached Harry and began to slap his spent dick on the Prince's cheeks. With each slap a string of jizz would connect his cockhead to Harry's cheek as he continuously painted the Prince's face with the remnants of his powerful orgasm, his cock rapidly growing hard again in the process. Harry grunted and chanted for more, thrusting his cute ass back at Ian's aggressive boner.
"AAAH fuck here it comes, here it comes, aaaah fuck oooh fuck," cried Ian breathlessly. With these tell tale moans David moved back to Ian and kissed him from behind and massaged his gorgeous pecs as the Australian God began to unload into Harry. "Uh... take it, Prince Harry, you beautiful cock slut, take my fucking load, AAAAH, take it " cried Ian as he unloaded ribbon after ribbon of jizz into Harry's deep trench. Ian collapsed on top of Harry as his huge body spamed with post-orgasmic chills, depositing his man milk even deeper into the royal cock hound.
The three studs lay down on the mountain of cushions for a while, making out. Ian and David took turns to felch the cum from Harry's hole, swapping it between themselves as they kissed each other passionately.
"that was amazing, best fuck of the evening," cooed Harry.
The three men were all hard again in no time, but ever the perfect host, Harry excused himself from the Olympian gods, disentangling himself from their hot sweaty bodies to join Idris Elba and Matt Smith who had just arrived and were eager to deposit their loads into him. As he got up, David and Ian eyed his gorgeous body, muscular and slim, milky and pink and coated with cum both fresh and dry. Harry was an insatiable slut for cock, who had become so popular through a mixture of impeccable technique, bad boy charm, boundless stamina and the fact that he was a fucking blue blood. He lived for taking cocks tirelessly and could do so for hours on end, forever wanting more.
Ian and David moved closer to each other and continued kissing. Ian then got up abruptly, leading David to think he was going to go cruise on his own. David's disappointment was short lived, however, as he soon realized Ian had stood up to slide his hole down the blonde-haired footballer's cock, eager to get fucked after all the fucking.
The End
It's been a while since I have contributed here and it is good to be back! Comments, questions and suggestions are very warmly welcomed at jeroengogo@gmail.com
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