("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2013. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Junior Equerry by Realoldbill (no address provided) *** A young man does his assigned tasks with gusto. (MF) *** 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 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 78