NOBILITY,
AUTHORITY
AND
CIVIL PEACE
A Tale of Tail at Cambridge University
By Izzy Ess of Oblige Nobless
Prince
Rupert, next in line to Brigham’s Throne, was merely seventeen when he was
introduced to Sylvia McGill, a commoner and class-mate at the University of
Cambridge, School of English Studies.
‘Twas love at first and lust at last that brought them close together in
their evenings when they chose to study Chaucer by themselves in Rupert’s
beautiful apartment by the Avon River’s edge.
At first it was some hand holding and then some touching of the knees
beneath the desk. So gradually that they
didn’t think a thing of it, Prince Rupert was releasing his erection to the
open air and Sylvia just grabbed it and hung on without so much as, “O, Rupert
what a big bold thing you have there.
May I but touch it, stroke or but put it in my mouth,” or, “Sylvie, you
have such wondrous hands and fingers. Won’t
you help me out and stroke my manhood several times so I can climax and get on
with all our studies?” Rather they sat
silently and did not acknowledge that a thing was out of line. For several weeks, through Chaucer,
Shakespeare and the Mysteries of P. D. James, the routine was established. Rupert aired his penis out and Sylvie grabbed
it and held on. Finally, before the big
examination, Rupert asked, “Would you remove your clothes and meet me at my
bed, while I remove mine and rejoin you?”
Sylvia complied and Rupert mounted her so quickly, she was dazzled. He pumped and pumped his manhood into her,
like any Jaguar piston and he screamed when he felt all his semen enter
Sylvia. Then he fell asleep so soundly,
Sylvia had trouble getting him off her and getting up and leaving, after she
got dressed. She was unimpressed by
Rupert’s non-attention to her needs and promised that this kind of thing would
not occur, again.
Prince
Rupert scored an 85, while Sylvia scored a 20.
She was so upset with Rupert that she couldn’t sleep and couldn’t
concentrate on her examination questions the next day after Rupert raped her
quite unceremoniously. She met his smile
with loathing. Rupert didn’t understand
the problem but felt he’d acted as a man and done the only thing that was
required. Ms. Sylvia said, in no
uncertain terms, “You are a louse, Prince Rupert! Don’t expect me to come over. Don’t expect my company! Oh, happy was I when you propositioned me,
because I thought you were a gentleman.
You don’t know how to treat a woman and I won’t be treated like that by
you! Never do I want to see your face or
any other part of you, again!” She
turned and walked away from him with anger in her stride.
Professor
Abercrombie overheard the tirade and walked quickly to catch up with Sylvia and
asked, “Young lady, is there something I can do for you? You seem upset. I’ve never seen you so upset. Was it the mark I gave you on your test?” Our Sylvia stopped in her tracks and was
about to tell this interloper where to go, when she began to cry and blubbered,
“Rupert is a cad. He raped me forcefully
last night and then he fell asleep on top of me. You must believe me, Aaron. I loved him and would gladly have invited him
to fuck me but he forced himself on me and raped me forcefully and then he fell
asleep. I felt humiliated and was so
upset, I couldn’t concentrate on my examination questions and I failed
it.” She cried again so openly that the
Professor Aaron Abercrombie took a chance and opened wide his arms. Ms. Sylvie gladly did accept his comforting
bear hug and cried some more right on his shoulder. “Don’t you worry, Sylvie; you may do it over
and I’m sure you’ll pass this time.
Would you like to do it now and get it over with? I can test you with some oral questions which
if you answer satisfactorily, I could easily just change your mark from Fail to
Pass.” Sylvia, still crying softly,
looked at Aaron with soft eyes and asked, “Can you do that?” Professor Abercrombie smiled at her and said,
“If you agree, we can just walk to my apartment where we’ll have some
privacy. I’ll ask you questions there
and if you answer satisfactorily, I can change your grade immediately!” “That would be great!” said Sylvia,
enthusiastically and dried her tears.
“Will you allow me to but freshen up a little, Dear Professor
Abercrombie?” she asked. “Of course,”
said Aaron. “My apartment’s just around
this corner.”
Sylvia
took Aaron’s arm and went with him to his apartment where she freshened up in
his small bathroom. She put her best
smile on her face and exited. She found
Professor Aaron on his bed, stark naked with a tall erection. Well, she said, “Oh, what the Hell!” and
stripped and jumped upon the bed. She
sat right down on Aaron and began to rock and roll, deliciously. He stroked her cute clitoris and she felt
much better as she had the first of many climaxes. “This is much better than it was last night
with Rupert. Rock and roll me
Aaron! I’m all yours!” He laughed.
“You’ve scored top marks with me.
I think you’ll get a perfect paper!”
Sylvia and Aaron rocked and rolled all night. She scored an hundred in her English
test. Aaron said, “My dear, I think you
might need special tutoring. Would you
agree to come to me in private and to take some special lessons?” Sylvie did agree.
Two
years elapsed and Sylvie garnered all the high awards for English in the
land. She move in with Professor Aaron
and shunned completely the advances of the Prince. Prince Rupert was confused as he had followed
the instructions given him by his own dad, the King of Brigham. His successes, in the past, confirmed to him
that he was doing sex correctly. There
never had been a second night with any lass, and that was just OK, since his
own dad had warned him that some women might try to trap him to become the
Queen of Brigham if she married him. The
confusion came when Sylvia had yelled at him for doing something that he
thought was proper. He assumed his good
technique was working fine: a night of sex and then no further contact with the
woman who had complied with him and let him mount her. His own father, King von William Brigham,
laughed out loud when he related to him what had happened, The King expressed delight that he had scored
successfully and then had severed all the chances for entanglement. Prince Rupert still began to harbour doubts
about his fixed behaviour and he wondered if he really had brought harm to
Sylvie who had engendered fondness in their long relationship. He sought out Aaron Abercrombie, on the sly,
and asked him for advice. Professor
Aaron was no fool; he just confirmed that the old King was right in his
advice. He said, “Prince Rupert, you
have done no wrong. In fact, your Sylvie
wasted not a minute on him and had found another man to do her, regularly, and
by all reports, she was quite happy.” Young
Prince Rupert did believe his wise professor and he didn’t think about his
Sylvie, any more.
The
rumours of Professor Aaron Abercrombie and his cushion lady, Sylvia, had spread
and reached the ears of naïve Rupert. He
did feet enraged and quite betrayed and formulated some revengeful plan. He waited for the evening and he knocked up
Aaron. Professor Aaron was surprised and
did invite Prince Rupert in for tea and crumpets. Prince Rupert entered and he spotted Sylvia
who wore a robe that opened in the front revealing she was naked
underneath. She covered up and
blushed. Prince Rupert said, “I’m sorry
to disturb you both, but I’m in need of more advice, Professor
Abercrombie. I still have feelings for
poor Sylvia who failed that English test and now is getting perfect marks in my
own English class. I wondered if you
could instruct me, as a tutor, just as you must be instructing Sylvia.” Professor Abercrombie was a little startled
but he maintained his poise, inviting Rupert as sincerely as he could to come
and have a tea with him and Sylvie and discuss the problem of his marks in
English that did not compete successfully with Sylvia.
The
atmosphere was tense but all the parties knew they must play out this bold
charade to keep the peace with Rupert and his father who endowed the
University, especially, the old Department of the English Studies. Sylvie thought her best chances would lie
with Rupert if he still had feelings for her and a healthy lust that still
existed. So, she let her robe fall open
while they drank their tea and ate their crumpets. Underneath the table, Rupert craftily let out
his bold erection and he caught his fish when Sylvia did grab it and messaged
it gently. Abercrombie said, “Oh what
the Hell?” and he reached over to his Sylvia and rubbed her private parts. Anon, both Sylvia and Rupert squealed as they
approached a climax. Not to be outdone,
Professor Aaron let his robe fall open and he let his penis out for Rupert who
then grabbed it and messaged it so successfully that all three of them reached
climaxes and screamed. Then, they
laughed and got undressed and got into Professor Aaron’s tiny bed. Sylvie was on top of Rupert and impaled while
Aaron mounted Sylvie by her back door and began to thrust. The co-ordinated thrusting brought more
climaxes and then they re-arranged themselves in all positions that were
socially available. They all achieved
such satisfaction that they laughed and smiled and carried on the whole night
through.
A
next door neighbour heard the triple screaming several times and called the
EMTs and all the Cambridge Cops. The
King was called and he arrived in time to see entanglements that he had not
anticipated with his son, Prince Rupert.
Fearing that publicity would smear the Royal Family, he pulled his
antique loaded Luger out and shot the lot of them and claimed they were a
threat to Royal Family security. The
loss of his own son was thought to be unfortunate collateral necessity. The newspapers and media reported that the
brave, bold Brigham King had acted forcefully to save his family from foreign
intervention. All the neighbours rallied
‘round their King and did confirm his story that the terrorists were from a
cell of foreigners that sought to undermine authority, nobility and civil
peace.
THE
END
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
September 19, 2013
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