It’s been many years since I was a schoolgirl at St. Matilda's Academy but I still remember one afternoon very clearly. If I've forgotten anything I've added what I know would have happened.

I was eighteen, nearly nineteen and in my last term at St. Matilda's. My friend Lucy and I loved playing tennis. We were the school stars and we'd played for both St. Matilda's and our county. School sports for our year were on Wednesday afternoons. So, one sunny summer afternoon, Lucy and I had the school tennis courts to ourselves for a couple of hours of practice.

At least we thought we were alone. Next door to St. Matilda's was the boys' school, St. Martins. St. Matilda's grounds were out of bounds for the boys of course. It was almost a capital offence for a boy to be on the St. Matilda's side of the fence, and vice-versa for us girls to be on the boys' side.

But we girls all knew that boys used to sneak into the area around the tennis courts when we were playing. We knew they had no interest in tennis as a sport. They came to spy on us as our short white tennis skirts high up our bare thighs flew up as we played and showed them the whole length of our legs and our little white tennis knickers.

We girls all loved it. Pretending we didn't know the boys were there, we teased them. Making it all look accidental, we used to bend over with our legs wide as we served to show our bottoms. We lifted our skirts and scratched our bums like that girl in the poster. We squatted wide-legged when we picked up a ball to show them full frontal upskirts. On one occasion, Lucy said she needed a pee. She went to the edge of the court, right in front of where we knew the boys were hiding. She squatted, pulled her knickers right down and spread her legs to show the boys her naked pussy and did a pee.

Often, the boys just hid in the bushes. At the tennis court we were using that day, there was an old disused groundsman's hut just outside the fence with a window facing the court. Lucy and I had seen two boys hiding in there and watching us. Over the net Lucy asked me if I was up for some fun with them. I certainly was.

Like me, Lucy was a sex-mad nearly nineteen-year-old, and we were up for anything short of losing our virginity. In those days, we had the kind of perfect figures and legs you’d expect of nearly nineteen-year-old athletic girls. I was a pretty blonde with my long hair in a ponytail. Lucy was a cute brunette with loose dark hair just below her ears.

We strolled to the edge of the court right outside the hut's window. We waved at the boys and called out to them.

“Want some fun, boys?” Lucy yelled.

As she spoke, she lifted her tennis skirt, hooked her thumb over the top hem of her white tennis knickers and pulled the front down just far enough to show her cunt bush. That would have left the boys in no doubt what kind of fun she had in mind.

A moment later, we were in the hut. There were two boys there whose names we later learned were Stephen and Michael. They were both final year boys nearly nineteen like us. As they ran their eyes over us, as usual when boys looked at me at that age, I felt my tennis blouse and skirt and my underwear evaporate.

They were both in running kit of sports tops and shorts. St. Martins had its sports afternoon at the same time as St. Matilda’s, and I guessed they'd sneaked off from a cross-country run to spy on us. Their shorts were bulging over what were obviously full erections. The thin cloth of Stephen's shorts showed the outline of his cock shaft and head in detai,l leaving nothing to a girl’s lecherous imagination, and was already showing a wet patch where the cloth stretched taut over his big, round cock head.

They just stood and stared at us as if amazed at being with two scantily-clad, obviously sex-mad girls.

“Come on, boys! Let’s see your cocks!” Lucy called out with a laugh. Lucy was always more forward than me.

The boys dropped their shorts almost simultaneously and stood there thrusting their hips forward. They were as eager as any boy to show off their kit to a girl. Their cocks were both massively erect, bending up from thick dark cock bushes to big round purple-grey heads. Their cocks swung stiffly and very erotically with their movements.
Almost instantly, I was next to Stephen and Lucy was with Michael, and we were fingering the boys’ cocks, balls and bum cheeks. I still remember being amazed at how stiff Stephen’s cock was. It was so much stiffer than my husband's ever gets for me now. It was so girthy I could hardly close my hand round it and I wondered how a boy could ever get a thing like that into my vagina.

I ruffled his thick, coarse pubic hair, stroked his balls and ran my fingers right under him between his spread legs as far as his anus. And of course, I ran my fingers along his long, stiff shaft and tickled his big, soft cock head. His gasps and grunts, how he squirmed and thrust his cock into my hand, told me I was driving him absolutely wild.

Stephen's hand went straight up my tennis skirt. He started fondling my thigh tops and my cunt through my knickers, and then his hand was fumbling with my knickers as he tried to get his hand down inside. Our skirts were wrap around. I undid my skirt and let it drop so I was just in my knickers down below.

St. Matilda’s rules for girls’ tennis knickers said they should be “white, opaque and modest.” I don’t think any girl’s knickers at St. Matilda’s obeyed that rule. My knickers were certainly white and what little there was of them was opaque but they were anything but modest. The tiny triangle of cotton at the front was just big enough to cover my mound. At the back they were little more than a thin thong gusset nestling deep between my bum cheeks. My bottom was all but nude.

Stephen had my knickers down round my thighs in a flash. I spread my legs as wide as my knickers stretched round my thighs would allow. I kept my pussy smooth-shaven. I was getting excited, and my labia were peeping out.

Stephen’s hand was instantly down between my legs feeling my pussy and roaming all over my bare thighs and my bottom. The feeling of a boy's hand cupped over my cunt mound and his fingers in my vagina slit was exquisite. I nuzzled my pussy hard against Stephen's hand.

Glancing in Lucy’s direction, I saw her knickers were completely off too, as was her top, and she was unclipping her sports bra. Lucy had nice firm grapefruit half breasts with big red-brown nipples.

Stephen started fumbling with my top, and a moment later, I too had my top and bra off. My young breasts were bigger and bouncier than Lucy's. Stephen certainly liked them. His hands roamed all over them. It was the first time another boy had seen and touched my naked tits. The way his fingers caught my nipples was so exciting. The boys took their shirts off so they were as naked as us. They were young, slim and fit and I so loved running my hands over Stephen’s smooth, muscular chest.

In the middle of our playing with each other I heard Lucy's excited voice.

“Come on, boys! Let’s see you wank each other! We know you all do it!”

At school, all of us girls took it for granted that the boys in St. Martins masturbated together, played with each other's cocks, and hand jobbed each other. Something about boys doing it for each other really turned me on.

At home, I'd found my father's hidden stash of dirty magazines. Remember this was before the days of online porn. I don't know what he was into but most of his magazines seemed to consist entirely of pictures of naked men or men in women's underwear in erotic poses and filthy stories about men having sex with each other. Those magazines had already shown me boys can get just as randy with each other as they can with girls.

One big picture had shown a boy lying naked on a rug with his legs wide and his big erect cock arching up from his bush over his belly. Another boy was kneeling naked next to him with his own cock hard up in front of him. His hand was wrapped round the first boy's cock, obviously hand-jobbing him. The boy on his back had his hand between the other boy's legs. His face was twisted as if in agony or ecstasy. The camera had caught his jet of semen spurting up to his chest. I'd masturbated so many times thinking of that picture.

I felt a surge of excitement knowing I was going to see some boy-on-boy.

“We're not gay!” Michael protested. Their frantic hands on our naked bodies had already told us as much.

“Oh, come on!” Lucy urged him, giving his cock a caress and brushing her breasts against his bare arm.

I fondled Stephen's bottom to gently nudge him toward Michael. His eighteen-year-old buttocks were as smooth as a girl's.

“Please! Just this once! Just for us!” I urged him.

I've long since learned that a naked woman can get a man to do almost anything for her when she strokes his cock or bottom. Apart from which, right then, Stephen looked as if he didn't much care who tugged his cock off.

Stephen got next to Michael and thrust his hips toward him. His erect cock swung stiffly.

“Go on, lover,” Yes, Stephen called Michael ‘lover'. “Give me a good one. You know how I like it.”

Stephen stood with his legs wide and his hips rammed forward, looking like he was bracing himself. Michael got next to him so close that the head of his cock poked Stephen's naked thigh. Stephen’s cock was bending up so its big, round head was pointing up almost vertical. Michael spent some time lightly fingering and stroking Stephen's straining penis and his balls. I guessed he was getting Stephen to the peak of erection stiffness and pleasure sensitivity.

While Michael worked him up Stephen reached down to play with Michael's hard-up cock and his balls. It was obvious the boys had played with each other before and were sexually familiar with each other. Soon, Stephen looked like he could hardly take any more, and his cock head was almost glowing purple. Michael wrapped his hand round Stephen’s cock shaft just like the boy in the picture.

“Oooohh! Cum over my tits!” Lucy cried excitedly.

There was a low bench in front of the boys. Lucy quickly knelt on it and held her breasts up. The bench got them to just the right height so Stephen's cock head was aimed straight between them. He edged forward a bit so his cock head was brushing them.

Michael began tugging and stroking Stephen's penis rhythmically up and down. His hand slid right up over Stephen’s cock head to pat against Lucy's breasts. I found seeing Michael's stiff penis bobbing with the rhythm of his hand stroking Stephen's cock incredibly erotic.

I didn't want to be left out of the fun, so I moved in close and started caressing Stephen’s bottom. Stephen's legs were so wide I could reach right under him till I was lightly stroking his anus and balls from underneath. I could tell he really liked that.
The moment I got next to him, Stephen's attention switched from Michael's genitals to my naked body. He reached round my waist to pull me against him so my breasts were against his bare arm and my pussy was brushing his thigh. His hands began to play with my breasts and bottom. So he was being wanked by another boy and enjoying two girls!

Michael kept wanking Stephen for quite some time. Finally, Stephen grunted really loudly and rammed his hips forward. His cock slid between Lucy's breasts till its head was poking up between them. His buttocks clenched, his body stiffened, then juddered. Stephen let out a sort of snarl, and Lucy let out an excited squeal as lots of white creamy semen fountained up from his cock over her breasts and her face.

Stephen staggered back from Lucy and stood there panting. His cock was still mostly erect and swinging stiffly in front of him, dripping a long strand of semen. Lucy stayed kneeling there watching Stephen’s spurted semen trickling down her front and catching in her cunt hair. I’d watched boy on boy for the first ever first time! (It wasn't the last!)

Michael was standing there with his own penis sticking up hard. He closed his thumb and forefinger in a ring round his own cock and began to tug it. I'd never seen a boy masturbate in the flesh, but there were plenty of pictures and descriptions of boys masturbating in my father's magazines, so I knew what he was doing. I was so excited, I wanted to do something really naughty.

In my father's magazines, I'd seen lots of pictures of men with their cocks in other men's mouths, and I'd read dirty stories about men having oral sex. Some of my girl friends at school had talked about sucking their boyfriends off. I'd never sucked a boy off, but from what girls had told me and the lurid details in those stories, I knew what was involved.

I squatted down in front of Michael and started licking his cock head like I'd seen a man in my dad’s magazines do for another man. At the same time, I reached up to ruffle his pubic hair, tickle his balls and stroke him between his spread legs. From above, I heard him grunt. He stopped tugging his cock and pressed its big soft head against my lips.

“Is that nice?” I said, looking up at him. His grin and the look in his eyes told me all I needed to know.

Michael grunted and poked his cock head against my lips. I pursed my lips to let him slide his cock head into my mouth. It was big, warm and soft against my lips and tongue massaging it. He let out a deep groan, and he ran his hands through my hair. He pulled my head against him and his cock slid between my lips so far that most of it was in my mouth, and his pubic hair was tickling my nose.

I squeezed my lips round his hard shaft and began to rock backward and forward so my lips slid up and down his penis like I'd read the men in the stories did. There was something so erotic in the way I felt the ridge of the base of his cock head slide between my lips. I'd read that the most pleasure-sensitive part of a boy's penis is the underside of its head where it meets the shaft, and I made sure my tongue caught it on each stroke.

Michael’s hands ran through my hair and over my bare shoulders as if he craved any contact with a girl's body. Stephen moved in close to watch. He was playing with his cock, which was hard up erect again as quickly as only boys that age can be. His thumb and forefinger closed in a ring round his shaft and he started tugging and stroking his erect cock.

Michael didn't take long to climax from my sucking. After a few minutes of my lips sliding back and forth along his length, I heard him cry out. His hips rammed forward like he was trying to shove his cock as far down my throat as he could. He grabbed my head to pull my face against his crotch. His penis became incredibly stiff in my mouth. Then I felt him judder as his penis pulsed between my lips and I felt his warm, salty fluid spurt into my mouth.

Michael stepped back from me, sliding his penis out of my mouth. He stood there panting like Stephen had done with his cock right in front of my face with a strand of semen dangling from it. Stephen was still masturbating, rhythmically tugging his cock. A moment later, his hand suddenly went frantic. He rammed his hips toward me. With a loud grunt, he came, and his spurt of semen hit me right on my face.

We left it at that in case we got back late and our sports teachers wondered what was happening. I used my tennis knickers to wipe Stephen's semen off my face and out of my hair, and Lucy borrowed them to wipe it off her front and out of her bush. Then we all put our sports kit back on and headed for our respective gym showers. All Lucy wanted to know about was what it felt like to suck a boy off.

So that was quite an afternoon. Not only did I see my first boy-on-boy, I'd sucked a boy off and I'd watched a boy masturbate. Not only that, but for the first time, I'd also thrashed Lucy at tennis!