delight. As you may imagine, friendly reader, the sight of his thick, veined member see-sawing in and out of her willing cunney made Frank and I extremely horney, especially when the rude girl reached behind to grab hold of his swinging ballsack as it slapped against her bum. Sensing that she was waiting for him, Goldhill increased the speed of his fucking once more and he croaked: 'Here it comes, Polly, brace yourself!' as his torso went rigid and his twitching tool expelled its emission of frothy jism into her seething crack. Polly yelped with glee as the glorious sensations of her own impending orgasm swept like magic throughout her body. The butler collapsed on top of the delighted maid who twisted her bum lasciviously to draw out the last drains of sperm from Goldhill's now exhausted cock. 'Now that was a marvellous fuck, let's do it again,' said Polly brightly but our old retainer looked disconcertedly down at his shrunken shaft and shook his head.
'I'm sorry, but I'm not up to it, my girl. Besides, I've got to do some work for Master Rupert,' he said as he pulled up his trousers.
'Oh dear,' wailed the gorgeous girl. Is there not a single stiff prick in the entire house?' This question was immediately answered by Frank who fairly ripped open the buttons of his fly to bring out his huge naked cockshaft. 'Will this do?' he enquired, bringing his giant tool closer for Polly to inspect, making the purple knob leap and bound in his hand. 'Oooh, that looks good enough to eat,' said Polly, sliding down on her knees from the sofa and weighing Frank's meaty staff in the palm of her hand. 'What an enormous penis for a lad as young as you!' she exclaimed. I was now getting a little miffed at hearing all the girls say this as soon as Frank showed his cock to any female either upstairs or downstairs! 'Would you like me to suck it or would this mean you wouldn't be able to fuck me afterwards?' she asked. 'Do put it in your mouth, I'll come twice without any problems,' he answered eagerly and on hearing such good news she popped his swollen helmet into her mouth. I could see that Polly was a brilliant fellatrice. She worked on his knob with her tongue, easing her lips forward to take in a little of his shaft. She encircled the base of his cock with one hand and with the other, she began to work the pink, velvety skin up and down, her head bobbing as she sucked away with undisguised relish, taking as much of his rigid pole as she could manage between her lips. Her warm breath and moist mouth sent Frank into the seventh heaven of delight and the feel of her wet tongue slithering around his tingling tool soon brought my chum to the brink of a spend. His tadger jerked uncontrollably as she now moved her hands from his cock to grasp the firm, muscular cheeks of his bottom, moving him backwards and forwards until with a final juddering throb he spurted a lavish stream of sperm into her welcoming mouth. She swallowed his emission joyfully, smacking her lips as she gulped down his tangy jism. 'Now, Master Frank, is your young cock still up to the mark as you promised it would be?' gasped Polly as she cast herself back on the sofa, her legs wide apart to expose her pouting pussey and the receptive red slash of cunney flesh which made my already swollen prick strain even more unmercifully against the material of my trousers. I must confess that I wondered whether Frank could fulfil his boast after squirting his spunk so powerfully down Polly's throat but my doubts were quickly assuaged as Frank, his cock waggling, clambered upon the girl's rich curves with hardly a pause. A moan from them both signalled that his knob had slipped between her cunney lips without any preliminaries. He withdrew and then pushed in again slowly and I saw how, parting slowly to his push, the velvet lips appeared to draw him in as their mouths met in the most passionate of kisses. The bold minx jerked her bottom to absorb more of his slippery staff and in a trice, with a cry of bliss, he was fully engulfed inside the sweet prison of her cunt, his hairy ballsack dangling against her plump backside. Frank's slim, smooth body moved in rhythm, faster and faster until the naughty pair were rocking furiously as he now pounded his thick, rock-hard prick into her willing juicy love channel. Polly twisted in veritable throes of ecstasy, panting and grunting with delight as she slipped her hands down Frank's back to grasp his bum cheeks, eagerly lifting her hips to welcome the thrusting shaft that was sliding so deliciously in and out of her sopping cunney. 'Oh yes, what a glorious fuck! What a strong young cock you have! Faster, faster, I want all that lovely jism in your balls, fill me up with it, flood my cunney!' she gasped.
Quite berserk, the lewd couple rolled around on the sofa as Frank's delighted penis slewed joyously in and out of her honeypot.
There I go!' she squealed, and Frank tensed his frame as with a cry he crashed down one final time upon Polly's quivering body, his cock jetting spasms of spunk streaming inside her slit as she squeezed her thighs together and milked every last drop of jism from his spurting stalk. She showed no signs of releasing him until his penis started to deflate and only then did she allow him to pull it out of her drenched cunney. I would have liked nothing better at that moment then to have fucked Polly myself especially as I could see that her eyes were looking directly at the bulge between my legs as my stiffened prick twitched uncomfortably in the confines Of my trousers. But Goldhill cleared his throat and murmured: I suggest that we all leave here as soon as possible, the other servants will be returning at any time.'
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
