Saturday, 21 September 2013

nobility, eh?

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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