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Junior Equerry
by Realoldbill (no address provided)
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A young man does his assigned tasks with gusto. (MF)
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I got to the crown equerry's office on the dot of
nine; the big tower clock was still striking. He
looked up at me sourly and handed me a sheet of paper.
"Y'ave three t'day, lad, at least this ayem. Kin y'do
that, pricky boy?"
"Do my best, sir. Give it a try," I said with a smile
having spent half the night with his sex-crazed wife
and lovely daughter, teaching the girl a half-dozen
positions with her drunken mother's help. She was
going to be a first class tramp before she was full
grown. The laird, her dad, had been off whoring so his
wife said.
I got into my J1 Allard, property of the castle of
course, and drove off into the countryside to visit
the poor old widow McComb who had been bereft by her
playboy husband when he wrapped his XK Jag about an
oak at nearly 200 kph. They buried what was left in a
cigar box. She was a stunner in her early thirties who
had been a first-rank showgirl of sixteen or so when
the lord swept her from the stage and into his stately
home which also held two of his favorite mistresses at
the time. She had, as far as I could tell, inherited
everything including some gambling debts and had
exiled the girls and hired an accountant.
The antique butler greeted me with the tiny smile, and
I hurried up the wide stairway and right to the front
bedroom where I found Lady McComb at her dressing
table in highly fashionable dishabille. I bowed, bent
to kiss her offered cheek, smiled into her mirror and
laid my big, tumescent penis on her nearly bare
shoulder.
"For me?" she asked musically, turning her head to
lick my swollen glans.
"Of course. I was certainly glad to learn you were in
some need, surprised as well since I know you have a
number of panting admirers."
"La, the fools. Not one of them's worth tu'pence."
I pulled loose the satin bow between her high, full
breasts and peeled her out of her negligee, went to
one knee and addressed myself to her nipples which
were large, jutting and dark. When I heard her
breathing get rather raged and the fingers I had
pressed into her got very wet, I scooped her up and
took her to her huge bed, shedding my jacket on the
way and then mounted her fully clothed, bracing my
boots on the footboard and giving the randy Lady what
she needed in three-quarter time, just as she
demanded. It was a highly pleasant way to begin a
day's hard work. (No pun intended, of course.)
She snorted, writhed, kicked, complained about my
zipper, begged, yelled and climaxed and then went
limp. I slowed and rolled us over so I wouldn't crush
her. She was a reasonably small woman but very strong
and athletic. After she caught her breath and I pulled
down my trousers, she rode me to her satisfaction and
then ordered me from her bedchamber.
I bowed myself out, got in my car and looked at the
directions to the home of Commander Beachly. This was
a new one to me so I did not know what to expect. What
I found was the sort of situation I had just dealt
with the previous afternoon and evening: a proud
matron wishing her marriageable daughter to learn
something about the needs of men and how to please
them. The family, evidently, was in some financial
distress, and hoped to marry off their youngest to a
bit of money, old or new, it mattered not.
The girl was Lucinda who almost curtsied when we met,
a yummy one she was.
The fair girl and I walked in the garden for a bit,
fingers touching now and then, chatting, while I
discovered that she was seventeen, had finished her
schooling with good test scores, and had kissed a few
boys along the way, but was reasonably ignorant
although understanding the basic processes of
copulation.
We sat on a bench hidden by very high hedges, and I
asked where and how she would like to start.
She licked her lips and said she hoped to go to her
wedding a virgin, but not an ignorant one. I asked if
she was reasonably well acquainted with her own
anatomy and knew how to give herself sexual pleasure.
She nodded and blushed.
"But, well, I'm an only child so all I've seen are
pictures, you know, of what boys have, of their
members I mean, their genitals. Is that the right
word?" She looked down at her clenched hands in her
lap.
"Indeed," I said, toeing off my shoes and then pulling
off my trousers and underpants. I stood before her
with my hands on my hips and a smile on my face.
"Explore, if you wish," I said when she looked up and
then put her hand to her mouth. I was just barely
aroused, swollen to perhaps four limp inches
She nodded, licked her lips and reached out to poke my
fat cock.
"That is the penis," I said. "Its function, in matters
sexual, is to enter the female's vagina and deposit
semen to fertilize her egg and produce a baby.
Understand." She nodded. “It gets longer and harder.”
She nodded and looked up at me.
"Use your fingers, or your hand, and stroke it
gently," I said, stepping closer.
"Must I?" she asked, blinking up at me.
"Men enjoy having their genitals handled, petted,
squeezed. It is the way they can be engorged, aroused.
Understand? There may come a time when you are ready,
but he is not."
She nodded, licked her lips and petted my prick and
then, at my suggestion, scratched its underside
lightly.
"Reach behind it and feel my testicles which are in
that sack called a scrotum. Be very gentle." I smiled
and she did it, rolling my balls in her long fingers.
"Well done," I said as she held my globular bag in her
hand, weighing it. "Now back to the prick."
"The what?" she asked.
"Prick, cock. Those are the common names for the
penis, particularly when it is aroused. As you can see
it has grown a bit just now."
She nodded and went back to stroking. I suggested she
use both hands and grasp the thing since it was now
perhaps a half-foot in length. She did and it soon
hardened and lengthened still more. She let go and sat
back as it rose, trembling and blinking.
"My goodness, look at it," she said. "Did I do that?"
I sat down beside her, patted her thigh, and said,
"Indeed you did and a good job too, especially for
your first try. Your lover, shall I say lovers, might
expect you to do that for them, to arouse them, to
play with the equipment shall I say."
"And that, that thing," she pointed at my upright
shaft which stood red-headed and quivering, "it goes
in me, in my, my sex place, my vagina."
"Indeed."
"It's too big. I've, you know, well, I've put my
fingertip in there. It's very small and tight."
"You will stretch. Remember that is where babies
emerge."
She nodded and wrinkled her brow. Then she held my
cock gently with her left hand. "What makes it work,
make your seed come out?"
"Friction," I said. "Rubbing back and forth."
"You mean if I," and she stroked down firmly, "if I
did this some more, it might, what's the word?"
"Ejaculate," I said. "Probably."
"Tell me about condoms," she said and our discussion
went on for a while with my hard, warm cock in her
small hand, pulsing.
"Some men like to have their erections licked and
sucked. Want to try that?" I asked blandly, my balls
churning from all the stroking.
"Do they really? You mean with my mouth." She sniffed.
"I'll try." And she bent, held back her hair and
licked the head of my rearing cock and then mouthed
the whole glans, moved her head from side to side and
gobbled it up, snorting for breath.
"Well done," I said patting her back as she used her
tongue wonderfully, instinctively I suppose, and her
pink lips closed about the thick shaft.
"If you keep doing that, I will come in your mouth. Do
you want that?"
She sat up quickly, quite red in the face, wiped her
mouth with her hand, decided she had done enough and
stood, shook my hand and thanked me. I zipped up and
followed her back to the house.
"I wondered," her mother said rather conspiratorially
in the entrance hall, "if you could perform coitus
with one of maids, a sort of demonstration for the
girl."
"I suppose," I said, "but not today. I have another
appointment."
She thanked me and I hopped back in the Allard, eager
to get to the third task of the morning which was
Ginger Macaul who had been often seen with the very
top of the social list at the races, cricket matches
and so on. Ginger was a first class beauty with an
unsoiled reputation and very good prospects.
What she refused to give her suitors, she gave to me,
by the bucketful. She loved to fuck and was nearly
tireless. In my job, I had pleasured her a score of
times and each and every time was exciting and
fulfilling as well as profitable. So I went through
the gears quickly, kept my right foot to the floor and
got to her family's handsome city home in less than
half an hour, not bad for twenty miles of crowded and
narrow streets.
As I parked behind the house, I saw a flutter of color
in the mirror and before I could open the door
Ginger's young sister, whose name was Melissa I
believe although she was called Mouse by most, she was
grabbing me and kissing my face. "Please, please," she
sobbed, "do me first. She always wears you out." She
grabbed the spare tire and spread her long legs in a
tiny dress that revealed her bare bum when she bent
forward. I glanced at the house, saw we were sheltered
for the most part and unlimbered my thick weapon,
still stimulated by my previous client and by the
smell of Mouse's dripping pussy.
She was an eager young beauty, perhaps thirteen or
fourteen, nubile for sure and, I soon discovered, hot
and wet. I eased my up-curved phallus into her tight-
lipped cave, and she squealed with delight, dropping
her curly head between her outstretched arms. Once I
was well seated and she was gasping with pleasure and
massaging my long cock with her immature cunny, I
grasped her hips and began giving it to her at
marching pace, lifting her feet right off the gravel
with each upward thrust.
"Hah, hah, hah!" I cried and, "Ah, ah, ah!" she
responded. For one so young, she took a good pounding
with style and grace, tight and sinuous, hot and
dripping. I slapped our flesh together unworried about
the noise. I have to admit, I prefer a bed, but doing
it al fresco has it charms.
"Yes, yes, yes," she gasped, and she shuddered and
climaxed with a series of sobs as I plunged into her
and tickled her tiny clit. To keep her from collapsing
in the driveway, I changed my grip to her breasts and
hauled her, more or less upright, with eight inches of
so of rigid rod planted in her, around to the
passenger door and put her face down on the leather
seat and finished her there with another score of
hearty rams which climaxed in a spurting ribbon on my
spend that arched out to splat down on her lean back
and curly head, which by then was under the steering
wheel. I left her there, clawing at the seat and
kicking her feet, put my long tool away and
straightened my clothes.
"I watched you from my widow," Ginger said as we
disrobed in her bedroom. "That was a fine five-minute
performance. Poor girl, you probably ruined her."
I smiled as I sat naked on the side of her bed and
admired her slightly over-weight body. There was a lot
of Ginger, ten stone at least, and it was all hungry
for sex. "Did you know I was engaged to wed?" she
asked sweetly as she got her knees up beside my hips,
held me at the shoulders and impaled herself on my
woman pleaser as she rubbed her boobs on my face.
"Really," I said, grasping her wide ass and feeling my
rod fill her completely. "Who's the lucky fellow?" It
took nearly an hour to satisfy her, and we both were
sweating by then so we showered together and laughed
together and copulated some more.
I lunched at a nearby pub, sore but satisfied, and
returned the beautiful Allard to the equerry, got in
my old Morgan and drove to St. Agatha's Seminary for
my monthly exercises. The old school behind its high
walls was then under the guidance of an over-sized
lesbian named Madam Smythe-Rickard, as frightening a
female as I've ever encountered, a would-be Nazi I was
sure. I stood before her wide desk and she snarled at
me that there were, she believed, five of her students
to receive awards this quarter.
"Five!" I responded, rather surprised. "There have
seldom been more than two in my time here, usually
just one."
She made a noise that was I suppose her idea of a
chuckle and waved me away. I went. And there were five
eager girls awaiting my services, their reward for
diligence and achievement. Four were from the English
department for merit in poetry, essay, criticism and
reportage and one from science, a lovely blonde with a
first in botany so she said as she licked her lips and
studied my groin with apparent hunger. The school's
girls were cloistered year-round and the only males
they saw were the doctor and the postman plus, of
course, me, the rewarder. There had been unconfirmed
reports of mail carriers being waylaid as they hurried
back toward the gate.
I pulled the luscious little blonde to my side with my
hand on her firm butt and asked the tallest of the
English scholars what they wished to do.
"You may serve Hilly first if you wish. We have
decided to use the chair, and we all have mounted our
toys after luncheon so we can wait a bit. It's our
recreation period you know." She smiled knowingly.
"I'd like to do it standing, if that's possible," said
the girl in my grip as she rubbed against me in a very
friendly manner. We were in the paneled room set aside
for faculty meetings and parent conferences and the
"chair" as they called it now occupied the space where
a table usually stood.
Hilly led me to a bare piece of wall and unbuttoned
her lavender uniform dress, a hideous garment that
hung shapelessly to her ankles. She shrugged her slim
shoulders and it rippled to the floor to reveal a
fine, pink, young body with small breasts and a blonde
knot of belly hair.
Now the shaft of my pride and joy is somewhat wider
than the bullet-shaped head that penetrates the women
I serve so although I had little trouble entering the
youngster panting before me, it took some time for my
long rod to sink all the way up into her despite its
perfectly curved shape. Nature had made me for this
purpose, obviously, but it still was hard work. By the
time I was in to the hilt, the girl's legs were up
about my waist and I was on my toes as I mashed her
against the rich paneling, oblivious of the four
females sitting on the wide sofa behind us and eagerly
watching my rutting.
After Hilly had climaxed twice and was going limp, I
eased her down, withdrew my long, slick tool and
kissed her gently. She picked up her dress, smiled and
fled. I took a deep breath, used my handkerchief on my
flaccid penis and turned to find the girls adjusting
the handholds and foot pegs on the cushioned chair
that resembled an Eames chair in many ways. I told
them I had forgotten something and hurried out to the
car, found my first aid kit, picked out the next-to-
last ampoule and plunged the tiny needle into the base
of my prick and squeezed the bulb.
After injecting myself, I walked around the building
twice and then trotted up the stairs and came smiling
back to the room. It usually took fifteen minutes or
so for the drug to work, but when it did I would be
rigid for about two hours. On this day, with four
adolescent females to service, I needed almost two
hours before they pronounced themselves rewarded,
kissed me nicely, petted my sore cock, leaving me
still erect. They started by double-condom covering my
rigid tool with a pair of greased Magnums and then
played with me two at a time until both my tongue and
prick were flagging and sore.
After an hour or so, they were all satisfied, thanked
me, kissed me gently and hurried off, giggling. There
I lay with this gigantic rod sticking straight up
before me, hard as iron. I stripped off the condoms,
went in the washroom and ran some cold water on it,
dried the thing and sat reading a newspaper and
waiting for it to subside when in walked the head
mistress. I was still naked.
"You still here?" she asked as she closed the door and
flipped the lock.
I covered my middle with the paper.
"One of the girls told me. I had to see." She grabbed
the paper and stood with fists on hips looking down at
my upright prick. "Interesting," she said, dropping to
her knees and grasping my shaft. "Still hot," she said
as she bent to lick it. I'm sure my heart stopped.
"Wait," I said, hopefully.
She did not, but sucked, gnawed, nibbled and licked
until I came again, empting my balls into her hollowed
cheeks. She stood, licked her lips, looked at my
still-rampant prick, arched an eyebrow, turned about
and very carefully impaled herself, making rather
crude grunting noises in the process.
In general, I eschewed sodomy, but this time, I had no
choice. The woman used me until she shuddered and
climaxed, shivered and then stood and left without
even a backward look.
It was a hell of a way to earn a day's pay.
END
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