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tonguing his nipples.
Edward unbuttoned the man’s trousers, springing out
a 9-inch cock, the alabaster white kind twined with thick
blue veins peculiar to translucent penises rooted in a thatch
of hickory-red hair. We were all three quickly stripped naked
as the Queen’s Guard at bath call. Edward fell to his knees
suck ing Felix’s thick shaft, no gagging or gurgling, merely
smooth moves, sliding his face down on the purser’s hard
cock, as naturally as he had taken to the long oar in sculling
on the Thames where I had only dared punt.
I stood on the bed and shoved my fat dick down the
redhead’s mouth, glorying in the sensation of his thick red
moustache bris tling, brushing my cock topside. With my
hands, I played their four tits like a bumblebee concerto for
twin pianos. Edward pumped his long, sleek, thoroughbred
horsecock with his hand, the way he pre ferred to control his
cuming, unless it was, as it had usual ly been from the start,
shoved up my ass the way he’d first reamed my hole with his
long rod the rainy Oxford afternoon we’d met at the foot of
Christopher Wren’s Tom Tower in the great quad of Christ
Church.
His 10-inch cock for the first three months was 3 inches
too big for me, and then, sud denly, he said he loved me,
and my cheeks spread, my hole opened up, and he drove his
10 inches to the hilt deep into me. Light, blinding as dawn
piercing a rose window, illuminated me from my asshole to
my head. The best measure of any big cock’s true length and
width and volume is the measure a man makes of it clamped
deep inside his butthole. Vlad the Impaler had nothing on
Edward Wedding. “And I love you,” I said.
Edward’s forceful sucking was too much for Felix Jones
who had never been throated so skill fully in all his life in