Date: Thu, 19 May 2011 02:04:45 +0100
From: Jeroen Black <jeroengogo@gmail.com>
Subject: The Royal Wedding Orgy

Disclaimer: The following story is pure fantasy and is intended for an adult
audience. It is not meant to suggest anything about the true sexual tastes
of Prince Harry, David Beckham, Ian Thorpe or any of the many celebrities
mentioned. If you are under age or don't like stories about butt-sex, please
stop reading this NOW! Otherwise enjoy.

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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!
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For more of my stories check out:

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Taylor Lautner, Will Smith, Chris Meloni, Ryan Reynolds, Hugh Jackman and
Channing Tatum)

Hugh Jackman's Oscar Orgy (feat. Hugh Jackman, Brad Pitt, Javier Bardem,
James Franco, Will Smith and Colin Farrell)

Baywatch Hawaii (with David Chokahi, Jason Brooks, Michael Bergin and Jason
Mamoa)

The Mummy (Brendan Fraser, Oded Fehr and the Rock)