We could not ignore his warning so Polly and Frank began to dress and I turned to Goldhill to ask him where the table tennis bats might be found. He told me that they were kept with a bag of ping pong balls in a cupboard on the landing just outside the games room. 'Do you still fancy a game, Frank, or are you now too tired?' I laughed.
'No, no, I'll happily play with you,' he said, buttoning up his fly buttons, 'although I'll tell you now that it won't be as much fun as playing with Polly!' 'No, I bet it won't,' I said sourly. I would have liked to have judged the difference myself.' 'Now, now, Master Rupert, don't be jealous,' smiled Polly, look, I tell you what, I'll come up to your room at eleven o'clock tonight and we'll all have some fun.'
'All have some fun?' I queried.
'Oh, yes,' she said gaily.*Master Frank must be there or I won't come. He has the most amazing prick-' 'Yes, yes, I know, it's so big for a boy his age.' I said heavily, but I wasn't really too put out at yet a further compliment given to Frank's huge penis.
After all, my friend's cock was paving the way for my own prick to find its way between Polly's legs and so far, none of the girls who I had so far fucked-Diana, Cecily nor Sally-had made the slightest disparaging remark about the prowess of my cock and had indeed praised highly its abilities whilst performing l'art de faire l'amour.
This incident first showed me how important it is to know that there will always be a fellow with more notches on his cockshaft than yours; just as there will always be bigger pricks and heavier ballsacks than yours to be seen in the sports club's changing rooms.
But at the same time, there will always be those with tinier tadgers and it must be stressed that there are even some young men blessed with members the size of cucumbers who would gladly give their all to have taken part in the number of sexual experiences that you have enjoyed. Of course, I did not fully appreciate this maxim fully at this early stage in my sexual education but I do so now in toto and urge its acceptance to all gallant gentlemen. In fact, it turned out that I had only a couple of hours to wait until my carnal appetite was totally sated by the exquisite Polly Aysgarth who, I will tell you now, dear reader, left our service shortly afterwards to take up a position in Lord Borehamwood's establishment down in London. Roger, his Lordship's youngest son, became infatuated with the sensuous parlourmaid and proposed marriage. Rather than attract the publicity that would be certain to occur if Polly went ahead with a breach-of-contract suit, his Lordship settled the affair by giving Polly four thousand pounds and sending the Honourable Roger off to Australia. Happily, all worked out for the best as Polly settled down in an admittedly unconventional form of marriage with the Russian roui Count Sasha Motkalevich and Roger is now one of the most prosperous sheep farmers in New South Wales. Back however, to my story-on our way upstairs Frank and I heard the sounds of giggling coming from Mr. Nolan's quarters and it sounded as though Katie Harbottle was enjoying her private view of Fred Nolan's equipment. However, being gentlemen, we did not eavesdrop and marched on through to the games room. False modesty is just as foolish as overweaning pride, so I will not disguise the fact that I easily vanquished Frank at table tennis, even though he was the best all-round sportsman in my form. We played snooker for a while but neither of us were good enough to make a game of it so we decided to wander back to the drawing room. We met Fred Nolan and Katie just coming out of his room and he looked somewhat flushed of face whilst she was busying herself doing up the buttons of her dress. 'Did you find Mr. Nolan's equipment of interest, Miss Harbottle?' I enquired as we approached them. Without batting an eyelid, she replied sweetly: 'Oh yes indeed, I was quite overwhelmed by the sight of his accoutrements.' 'I'll bet she was, the naughty girl,' I murmured to Frank as we passed by them. The Harbottles left shortly afterwards and Frank and I retired in good time for my chum to be able to dash unseen into my room after changing into his pyjamas. 'I've only cleaned my teeth as I thought I could take a shower after we've fucked Polly,' he said, taking off his dressing gown. I was already eagerly anticipating Polly's arrival and was sitting naked on the bed. Frank decided to slip off his pyjamas, too, as the night was very warm. When we had waited for Diana and Cecily I had been totally confident that they would appear but for some reason I had a nagging doubt as to whether our lusty parlourmaid would keep her word. But I need not have worried because on the stroke of eleven there was an urgent tap on the door. I leaped down and opened the door a fraction -yes, it was Polly, also clothed simply in a dressing gown and looking anxiously up and down the hallway to make sure that she had not been seen. 'Quick, come inside!' I whispered and after she had slipped in I closed the door behind her.
She sat on the bed and looked at Frank and myself. 'Well, boys, here I am and I hope that you two are good and ready for a good night's fucking because I feel very, very randy!' she said, letting the dressing gown fall from her shoulders to slide gracefully down her body. What a wonderful creation the human form is, I marvelled as, very deliberately, Polly traced her hands over her plump yet firm breasts before letting her fingers find their way around her belly and towards her dark, glossy pussey bush. Polly smiled knowingly as she rubbed her thumb against her pouting lips and flashed a saucy smile at us. 'Well, boys, do you approve of the goods on display or do you wish to return them to the manufacturer?' This was a somewhat rhetorical question for already both our cocks were standing smartly to attention and Polly inspected them critically. She was a happy, chatty kind of girl and she prattled away cheerfully as she took our two stiff pricks in her hands and rubbed them up to bursting point. 'M'm, these are two very good-looking cocks. I must admit, and I'm going to enjoy fucking and sucking them. But which one should I start with? Frank, yours is the biggest but size isn't everything. After all, Mr.
Goldhill hasn't got a very big one either but he always manages to bring me off time after time which is more than your Uncle Martin did.
Master Rupert, last time he was at Albion Towers. As Captain Luton down in the village-you know him, I believe, the old sailor who keeps the Fox and Feather Inn-is fond of saying, “It isn't the size of the ship that matters, it's the motion of the ocean!” So I think we'll start off with your prick. Master Rupert, and see what it tastes like.
But don't fret, Master Frank, I won't leave you out of it!' And without further ado she swooped down, clamping her luscious lips around the red mushroomed crown of my cock whilst she grasped Frank's massive shaft at its base and started to wank the rigid rod as she sucked lustily away at my uncapped helmet, washing her tongue over the sensitive knob until I thought I would faint away with the pleasure of it all. I groaned and pressed her curly-haired head downwards until her lips enclosed almost all my throbbing shaft and she dipped her head up and down with a regular motion that sent waves of pure ecstasy rolling out from my groin. I saw Frank's hand snake out towards Polly's pussey as she continued to rub his stiffstander. She wriggled across so that his fingers could play in her shiny muff. 'Well done, that's the way!' she gasped as he nudged his forefinger against her cunney lips and entered her moist cunt. He pushed first one and then two fingers deeper inside her love-box as she raised her hips up, panting breathlessly as he began to establish a rhythm. Her head continued to bob up and down over my twitching tool until I felt a great shudder of pleasure run through me and I shot a stream of hot spunk down her throat. Polly milked my prick expertly, sucking out every drop of frothy white essence out of my cock whilst Frank continued to play with her juicy cunney as she gripped his hands between her thighs and squeezed it hard against her dripping crack.