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28 Jack Fritscher

someone to finally, really, totally swallow his 14-inch cock,
to set an all-time land-sea record. Perhaps he sensed in
Edward’s willingness his chance, at last, to feel teeth and
lips, chewing and sucking, at the big base of his cockroot.
He oozed the 10th iron-hard inch down.
The crowd called out for more. A chant rose up. Pipes
banged rhythmically. Money changed hands. Cocks rose
up. Men shouted. Cuming. Sucking. Fucking. Watching.
Shooting.
The Stoker and Edward both, a pair now, rose to the
moment. I think Edward’s throat actually opened an inch
farther and liter ally suctioned the Stoker’s 11th inch in
so fast, the facefucker was jolted almost out of his big
boots with surprise.
Edward had taken the offen sive.
A grin broke through the Stoker’s brute-handsome
face. He had that space between his two solid front teeth
that I’ve often found to be characteristic of tru ly aggres-
sive sexual men. He took hardon pleasure in Edward’s
at tack and sworded the challenge of his 12th inch, a foot
of cock, down Edward’s throat. It all happened so slow,
so easy, almost so deli cately, that I hardly noticed that
Edward, whose goal in life had long been 12 inches, had
swooned, fainted, passed out. Smiling in victory.
What to do? I pushed the suckers and lickers away
from my cock and balls and tits and asshole. The crowd
was too thick for me to make it the five feet to Edward
impaled, hanging, jaw ajut, on the huge steel-hard cock.
I shouldn’t have worried. Felix Jones, our red-headed
purser, had told us no harm could happen below decks.
The Stoker himself, like the coal boss he was, flexed his
massive body, establishing his command presence, and,

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