Hollingsworth as you call him, has been the head groundsman at St Lionel's for the past twelve years and my mother is one of the school cooks. My sisters and I grew up here but now we've all left home. My two sisters are in service near Brighton at Lord and Lady Newman's and I won a scholarship to study at the Chelsea School of Art in London.
But I do come back to St Lionel's occasionally and I've heard an awful lot about you and your friends from my friend Melanie the laundrymaid.” 'I had the grace to blush but Pauline stroked my arm and then let her hand fall to my thigh. “Do you know what Melanie and the other servant girls told me about you, Frank Folkestone and Prince Salman? They said that Frank was hung like a horse, Prince Salman's prick had no foreskin and slipped in very easily-but they judged that out of the three of you, Rupert, you were the best fuck, instinctively knowing how to excite a girl with your tongue and fingers as well as your big cock. '“I'd love to find out for myself whether they were right,” she murmured, letting her hand slide across my lap and squeeze my still semi-erect shaft, before beginning to deftly unbutton my flies. 'I could hardly believe my ears and my whole body began to shake with barely suppressed excitement. I tried to speak but the words just refused to come out as Pauline moved her head closer to mine and whispered, “Now then, Rupert Mountjoy, let me look at the evidence for myself,” as she now unbuckled my belt and I lifted my bottom off the seat to allow Pauline to pull down my white flannels. She plunged her fingers inside my undershorts and I let out a little gasp as her warm, soft hand grasped my now rigid tadger and I raised my hips a second time to let my drawers join my trousers around my ankles and to leave my cock and balls in a proud state of nudity.
'Just then there was a loud whistle from the engine, the train lurched forward and we slowly began to move along through the thankfully deserted countryside. “Blast, there won't be time for a fuck but that looks like a splendid meaty cock-and what a large ballsack you have for a boy of your age. Oh, Rupert, I must draw out some spunk and see how spicy your spunk tastes!” I looked at her glassily, not believing I could have heard her uninhibited remark correctly, but without further ado she took a firm grip around my pulsating prick and bending down, swirled her tongue around my bulbous purple knob. She sucked lustily, noisily gobbling upon my throbbing tool which twitched and bucked in her mouth as her moist pink tongue travelled up and down the length of my pulsing shaft. This delicious stimulation soon brought me to the brink of a spend and then with an immense shudder, my creamy emission gushed out of my cock and flowed down her throat. Pauline skilfully sucked up the last drops of sperm and then she fell away from me, licking her rich, full lips with evident enjoyment. “Mmm, that was quite delicious,” she commented, as she recovered her senses. “Your jism isn't as salty as my boy friend's or that of Dr Brooke, my college lecturer.” '“Your college lecturer?” I said in surprise, as I pulled up my drawers and trousers and began buttoning myself up. '“All the girls in my class have sucked his prick at one time or another-and none of us ever fails to gain passes on his courses!” she replied, as the train picked up speed and we rattled along towards our destination. Of course, I would have preferred to fuck the sweet girl but as she had rightly remarked, there would not have been adequate time as the driver did his best to make up for the lost time and the only thing worse than a hurried fuck is no fuck at all! 'Anyway, we were only ten minutes late in reaching Chichester and we commandeered a hansom to take us back to St Lionel's. But Pauline only stayed a brief while with her parents before going off again to London and I have never seen her since that glorious afternoon.' I closed my eyes and sighed as I recalled that blissful journey and my mind had been so filled with the pleasant remembrance of this lively interlude that I had not noticed how my saucy anecdote had affected Nancy, who had raised her skirt, pulled down her knickers and was busy frigging herself by gently rubbing her fingers against the lips of her moistening cunney. Leaking back on this scenario, I am certain that it was not only my graphic storytelling which made the lovely lass feel so randy, but also the gentle rocking of the carriage which many ladies have confessed to me makes them highly conducive to voluptuous ideas. 'Let's re-enact Rupert's lascivious story,' suggested Henry, whose stiff cock had formed a Himalayan peak in the elegant new trousers he had picked up from Mr. Rabinowitz's workshop only the night before. 'A splendid idea,' Nancy enthused, ceasing her frigging to begin unbuttoning her blouse. 'Rupert, be a dear and lock the door, please.' I stood up and performed this simple favour whilst my fellow travellers started to tear off their clothes in an ever increasing frenzy. When they were naked, Nancy and Henry moved into a passionate clinch and they fell back upon the seat with Nancy's soft hands smoothing over his slim body, sending my friend into a rapture of sensual delight. Then moving quickly, she scrambled over him and bent her head down to engage his lips in a burning kiss. They moved their thighs together until their pubic muffs rubbed roughly against each other as they now rolled over into the more usual position with Nancy flat on her back and Henry between her parted legs, his slightly tanned body fairly trembling with excitement. I could see Henry's thick, hard shaft throbbing with a powerful intensity as his circumcised cock probed the entrance to her exquisite loveslit and I aided the lewd pair by taking Henry's cock between my fingers and guiding his helmet between Nancy's pouting cunney lips. They cried out their joint thanks as his pulsing boner slid home, massaging her ditty as he embedded his proud prick inside the juicy love channel which so lovingly welcomed it. Watching this storm of passion sent my own cock sky high and for the sake of comfort I was forced to unbutton my trousers and bring out my swollen shaft which stood stiffly to attention as I watched Henry's prick slew in and out of Nancy's sopping cunt. My trusty right hand flew to my cock and began frigging as Henry arched his back upwards and then crashed down upon Nancy's soft curves. We all came together and the wonderful feeling shuddered through every pore as I pumped spurt after spurt of sticky spunk over the entwined lovers, who were writhing in their own paroxyms of pleasure. Alas, as I coated the couple with sperm, Henry turned his head towards me and received a great glob of jism in his left eye which brought the proceedings to a somewhat inglorious end and after wiping ourselves down with a towel from my travelling case, we dressed ourselves and I unlocked the door of the compartment. It was just as well that we did not continue this frenetic frolic, because within only a few minutes an inspector appeared to clip our tickets and to announce that luncheon would shortly be served in the restaurant car. We trooped in to the dining car and I should mention that I was agreeably surprised by the quality of our luncheon which consisted of an excellent clear soup, after which came a generous slice of turbot with anchovy sauce, followed by a main offering of tender duckling with new potatoes and green peas.
The dessert of a gooseberry tart and cream was also first class, as was the Stilton cheese with which we concluded the meal. The service was cheerful and attentive and I was impressed with the care which had been taken to ensure that the silver service really sparkled in the sunlight which was surprisingly strong for a late autumnal day. All in all we thought the luncheon very good value even at the relatively high price of four shillings and sixpence. As I had paid for the bottle of Chardonnay we drank with our food, Henry insisted on paying for our meal and he was thanked effusively for the handsome gratuity by the two waiters. After coffee, we sauntered back to our compartment and Nancy said to me with genuine regret in her voice, 'I'm dreadfully sorry, Rupert, but would you mind waiting till this evening when perhaps we can make love before dinner? I know how frustrated you must feel after seeing Henry fuck me just now but frankly, I'm feeling so tired after that delicious lunch that I'd rather close my eyes for half an hour or so.' 'Please don't give it another thought,' I replied truthfully. 'I'd also appreciate forty winks and I'm pretty sure that Henry will be pleased to follow suit.'