'We don't want too much to eat if we're going to take some strenuous exercise this afternoon.' Goldhill nodded. 'Very good, Master Rupert. Might you young gentlemen be playing tennis later, for I noticed that Master Frank has brought his tennis rackets. Your equipment is in the games room and I'll get one of the maids to bring it downstairs for you. Will you also require balls?' With a great effort my chum stifled his laughter as I gravely replied: 'Yes, we'll need our balls this afternoon, Goldhill. But I'll help you unpack, Frank, and we can take our tennis togs with us in my games bag.'
Now as you may imagine, dear reader, Frank and I hardly did justice to Mrs. Randall's tasty fare. We bolted through our luncheon and stuffed our tennis clothes-white short-sleeved shirts and thin white cotton trousers-into two sports bags. 'Pack all your stuff in one of your own cases, Frank. I've just remembered a couple of things to take that we'll find very useful.' We were in so much of a hurry that Goldhill had to remind us to take our rackets!*You won't play very much tennis without these, young gentlemen,' said the old retainer with a grave smile. 'With luck we won't be playing with them at all!' muttered Frank under his breath. When we were on our way down the drive he turned to me and said: 'Rupert, I don't doubt your sworn word but I'm still frightened that this is all a lovely dream and that in a minute I'll wake up in bed with an aching stiff prick!'
'Have no fear, the girls will not let us down,' I reassured him, although I too could hardly take in our good fortune. We reached the old barn ten minutes before the appointed hour and I spread out on the clean wooden floor the eiderdown I had packed in my bag. 'Voila, this should make for more comfortable fucking,' I said with satisfaction.
'Yes, so long as the girls arrive,' said Frank, nervously moving his weight from one foot to the other. 'Why don't we change into our tennis outfits?' I suggested. 'It will help pass the time and we won't have so many clothes to take off when we begin our fun.'
'What a good idea,' he agreed and we took off our shoes and socks and then our trousers, taking care to fold them neatly before placing them in our valises. We had both just taken off our shirts and were standing solely in our drawers when the door opened and the forms of our two frisky young fillies stood framed in the sunlight. Never before nor ever since have I clapped eyes on two such superb contrasting examples of female pulchritude. The blonde beauty of Diana was marvellously complemented by the equally pretty Cecily's wavy brown hair, her graceful Grecian face of rosy cheeks, large dark eyes and lips as rich and red as midsummer cherries. The exquisite girl was deliriously proportioned with large, heavy breasts covered only by a cream-coloured blouse, of such fine silk that it was almost transparent. Frank and I could easily make out the shadow of her swollen nipples that pressed so invitingly against the softness of her clothing. 'Goodness me, were you two boys planning to begin the proceedings without us?' said Diana brightly. 'Cecily, I do hope that these two boys have not been seduced into the ways of Oscar Wilde and the homosexualists!' The other girl chuckled, showing pearly white teeth which we were to see frequently exhibited in a later succession of winning smiles that were rarely to leave her charming face. 'It would mean that we will have wasted our afternoon, but they might just be changing their clothes to prepare themselves for our visit.' 'Indeed, that this precisely what we were doing,' I grinned back. 'Frank, I have the honour to introduce Miss Diana Wigmore. Miss Wigmore, this is Frank Folkestone, my best friend at St Lionel's.' 'How do you do?' said Frank, shaking hands with the cool blonde beauty. 'Very well thank you-what a funny experience being introduced to a boy unclothed except for his drawers! Still, I will give you both the benefit of the doubt as to why you are both so scantily clad and introduce my best friend, Miss Cecily Cardew of Harrogate. Mr. Folkestone, Mr. Rupert Mountjoy, Miss Cardew.' The formalities over, I asked the girls if they would care for some refreshment. I flourished an ice-box in which stood a bottle of champagne that I had sneaked out of our cellar before luncheon. 'There are even four glasses inside it,' I explained as I opened it up. 'My Uncle Gilbert gave it to me for Christmas last year, isn't it a useful gift?' We rapidly finished off the bottle of Krug '87 and, though we were far from being blotto, the bubbly fizz certainly loosened our tongues. We were very soon engaged in a most relaxed and friendly conversation. Earlier in the morning Diana had also brought a quilt into our secret hide-out on which she and I sat, whilst Frank and Cecily lolled together on the duvet I had taken from one of our spare bedrooms. 'We had a good fuck yesterday, didn't we, Rupert?' said Diana chattily. 'It wasn't good, it was magnificent!' I responded, putting my arm around her waist. 'I can't wait to fuck you again.' 'All in good time, you randy boy, all in good time,' she riposted. 'But what I really would like first is to see Frank fuck Cecily-we have presumed that, like Rupert, Frank has never before made love and Cecily has a great urge to rectify this sad situation.
Haven't you, my dearest? Despite being only seventeen years old, she is far more experienced than I, having tasted the fleshpots of London with Sir David Nash and all the other young rogues of Belgravia.'
'Not all of the others, if you please, Diana, though I could tell you a tale or two about Lord Andrew Stuck and his friend Matthew Cosgrave! Still, I will admit, dear Frank, that the idea of fucking your virgin prick very much appeals to me. In fact, I have quite a fancy for it right now. How do you feel about the matter?' Frank gulped and said: 'I'd like nothing better'. But we could see that he was nervous and I knew how he must be feeling – I too had butterflies in my rummy just before I made love to Diana, and that was without any spectators to witness the event! 'Go on, Frank, don't mind us,' I said to try and help my friend. 'We're going to kiss and cuddle as well, don't you know.' Cecily stood up and let her tongue pass sensuously over her lips as she slowly unhooked the tiny buttons of her blouse. With feline grace she opened the garment to reveal the luscious swell of her large breasts topped by nut-brown nipples, already as hard as little sticks, sticking out at least a whole inch in length. She cupped these exciting globes in her hands and, kneeling down in front of Frank, she rubbed the palm of her hand against the bulging erection hidden in his drawers. 'Dear me, Frank, it was just as well you began to undress before Diana and I arrived – I do so hate wasting time with unnecessary preliminaries. Now, is that a cucumber you have hidden in your pants or are you really excited by my bare titties?' she asked with a mischievous glint in her sparkling brown eyes. Alas, poor Frank was so overcome by his emotions that, though at school he was rarely lost for words, the thrilling sight of this exquisite half-naked girl left him completely tongue-tied and he could not find his voice to make a reply to this amusingly rhetorical question. Indeed, the poor chap was so overwhelmed that he made no attempt to help Cecily when she took hold of his undershorts and tried to tug them down. 'Frank, old fellow, lift yourself up,' I urged.
This did the trick, for he recovered his composure and raised his arse so that Cecily could slide his drawers under his bum. She then lifted them over his stalwart staff which was standing as high as a flagpole.
Diana craned her head forward for a closer look at his tremendous erection-for it was no idle boast that Frank had made earlier on our way home from the station when he laid claim to be the proud owner of the thickest prick in the Upper Fourth form at St Lionel's-and the two girls admired the tumescent proportions of Frank's cock. 'What a whopper for such a young sport!' cried Cecily, stroking Frank's throbbing tadger with the tips of her fingers. 'It is one of the biggest I've ever seen,' agreed Diana.*My sweet Cecily, I wonder if you will be able to accommodate such a monster.' 'Just watch me,'