Tennis Teasers

This happened some years ago now but I remember it like it was yesterday. If I've forgotten anything I've described what I know would almost inevitably have happened.

I was at my English all boys school in the summer of my final term there before leaving school for university. I was eighteen, just weeks short of turning nineteen. It was a school sports afternoon. My school friend Steve, the same age as me, and I were cross-country running doing a couple of circuits of the school's extensive grounds.

We didn't go running just to avoid getting covered in mud and bruises with the other boys playing rugby. We'd found that we could sneak through the bushes into the grounds of the girls' school next door.

Once through the bushes we were right next to the girls' tennis courts. On our run we'd heard the bop-bop of tennis racquets hitting a ball and we knew what that meant. We weren't the slightest bit interested in tennis as a sport. But we were very much interested in watching girls' short white tennis skirts flying up as they played to display the full length of long bare legs topped with tiny white knickers taut over their cheeky young bottoms. It was almost a capital offence for a boy to be caught on the girls' side of the fence but we didn't care.

The girls' tennis courts were in a secluded area of the girls' school grounds distant from and well out of sight of the main school buildings. Right next to the wire netting round the courts was an old semi-derelict groundsman's hut. We'd found we could get into it and watch girls playing tennis through its by then glass-free windows without being observed.

We were in luck that day. Two girls were playing, a blonde and a brunette. We didn't know their names but we recognised them as girls in their final term aged eighteen coming on nineteen like us.

They were both pretty, the blonde had her hair tied in a pony tail and the brunette's hair was loose to her shoulders. They both had the kind of perfect figures fit athletic girls that age have. Big firm young breasts bulged under their white sports tops with the boys' dream long bare legs we'd come to ogle under their short tennis skirts.

The blonde was closer to us and she had her back toward us as she played. She was also the more spectacular of the two. Her microscopically short white tennis skirt was even shorter than the mini-skirts the girls wore to school. As she played what little there was of her skirt flew up to reveal tiny white knickers. Every boy in the school knew the girls school regulations for girls' underwear: "white, opaque and modest." The blonde's knickers were certainly white, from where we were ogling her bottom they looked opaque but they were anything but modest. They barely covered any of her gleaming smooth well-rounded bum cheeks.

By then Steve and I had seen innumerable nude and scantily-clad girls in the porn magazines boys shared around at school. But nothing equalled seeing a scantily-clad girl in the flesh and in motion. As we watched the girls their skirts flew up and they bent over displaying their knickers-clad bottoms, they spread their long legs invitingly wide, they squatted to show us frontal upskirts, and lots, lots more.

I laughed lewdly in agreement when as the brunette bent to pick up the ball Steve commented:

"They're welcome to play with my balls any time!"

It seemed we were lucky that day. At one point the ball flew from the brunette's side, the blonde missed, and the ball bounced to the inside of the net right outside our window.

Our hungry eyes followed the blonde's swinging thighs as she strolled to it. She squatted to pick up the ball then to our amazement she swung her legs wide as if to catch her balance. In doing so she treated us to a close up full frontal upskirt view of her white knickers. They were as brief as we'd thought and the thin white cloth bulged over her sex mound. I heard Steve growl with approval.

More than that, the thin gusset strip of her knickers was bunched into her vagina slit, showing her brown pussy bush on either side. Still squatting wide legged she reached down between her legs and adjusted the gusset of her knickers. Doing so she momentarily pulled the gusset aside treating to a glimpse of the bush of brown cunt hair between her spread legs.

"There's her cunt!" Steve gasped as if I hadn't noticed.

But there was more to come. As she strolled back toward the central net the blonde paused with her back to us. She reached behind herself and lifted up the back of her skirt way above her knickers. The back of her knickers was not much more than a thin thong gusset nestling deep between her bum cheeks. As we watched she scratched her bum just like that tennis girl in the famous poster that seemed to be on every boy's wall when I was at university. Then she adjusted her knickers, pulling them out of her crack before letting her short skirt fall back in place over her young thighs.

"Fucking hell! I've just got to wank off!" I heard Steve grunt from beside me after we'd watched the blonde do all that.

Glancing at Steve I saw that his running shorts were bulging in a huge tent over his erect penis. The thin cloth was showing the outline of the shaft and head of his penis in detail and there was a small wet patch where the cloth was taut over the rounded bulge of his cock head. Steve's hungry young cock was rock hard up. Having seen up the blonde's skirt at a glimpse of her naked pussy and bottom my own cock too felt as stiff as the handles of the tennis racquets the girls had in their hands and it was straining hard against my shorts.

Steve glanced at me. There was only one thing we could do. A moment later our running shorts were down round our ankles, off and kicked aside, our legs were wide, our hips were thrust forward and our erect penises were swinging stiffly in front of us.

Steve and I were "wank buddies." We masturbated together and sometimes even hand-jobbed each other. We certainly weren't gay. We wanted girls and we ogled pictures of naked women in girly porn magazines together. We ogled nude girls in porn and lustfully eyed up girls in short skirts around the school. Real live female flesh seemed impossible to get our hands on. But we were surrounded by boys our age all as sex-mad as us and all desperate for anything our hungry young penises could get. So we found sexual relief in each other masturbating together and hand-jobbing each other. There's a lot of that in English boys' schools.

In fact Steve and I had started our relationship through school sports a few months before. We'd been at a school sports swimming class. We were both early in our eighteenth year and at the pool we'd needed to share a changing cubicle. Getting naked with another boy in intimate privacy to change into tiny tight dark blue school regulation speedo swim trunks knowing there'd be girls in swimsuits outside to ogle was an extremely erotic experience. By the time we dropped our regulation grey briefs our penises were up hard. One thing led to another and by the time the swimming class was over we'd hand-jobbed each other to a cum spurt.

At school swimming classes the Sports Master Mr. Tideswell's eyes were constantly on our bulging speedos. He was a muscular guy about forty and wore bright red speedos as brief as ours. We knew he was constantly looking at our speedos bulging over our sex kit. His own speedos made it obvious that when almost naked boys were around him he was erect most of the time. There's a lot of that too in English boys' schools. On that swimming class where I'd first gotten together with Steve he would certainly have had a feast for his eyes. Our tiny speedos were bulging in massive erection ridges and Steve's huge cock was all but poking out at the top.

Since then we'd regularly crammed together into a school toilet cubicle, propped a porn magazine or some "borrowed" big sister's panties on the tank and added a couple of fresh semen stains on the wall to those left there by ourselves and countless other boys before us.

Though I wasn't gay I had one eye on Steve's penis. I got almost as much erotic arousal from watching Steve and other boys masturbate as from seeing girls. Steve's cock was bigger than mine. He had seven inches compared to my six, but my erection stuck up more vertical than his and my big purple-grey cock head was bigger and more prominent. We both had thick dark pubic hair by then which we were proud of, and I was hairier.

With my eyes locked on the girls' legs, their little white knickers and what they displayed of their bottoms and pussies we fingered our penises to the peak of erection stiffness and pleasure sensitivity. We discussed the girls bodies, especially the blonde's hairy pussy and her bottom, how big their tits were and what nude poses we'd like to see them in. Neither of us had ever had sex with a girl but we'd read plenty of hot stories about sex in porn magazines. We discussed in lurid detail and explicit language how we would like to fuck them.

As I fingered my cock images from the porn magazines I'd been ogling filled my mind. To this day that happens when I masturbate. That time in my mind I was seeing my tennis-playing blonde's naked body in the most erotic leg-spread, pussy- and tit- thrusting poses and sex positions I'd recently masturbated over.

In my imagination the blonde sprawled on her back with her legs spread and folded up wide ready for me to get on top of her. She bent over with her legs wide with her hairy pussy showing just under her bum cheeks ready for me to have her in doggy position. She squatted just in high heels with her knees spread as if she was astride me with her bush stroking my erect cock ready to ride my rod. She got on all fours with her big breasts hanging pendulously and her legs wide for my cock to enjoy her from behind. My hand wrapped round my hard penis shaft was her hand pleasuring me, her tongue and moist warm lips licking and sucking me, and her tight vagina squeezing me.

As I masturbated I kept an eye on Steve. He masturbated with just his thumb and his forefinger in a ring round his shaft stroking and tugging his foreskin and cock head while stroking his balls with his other hand. He let out deep throated grunts of sexual pleasure and lewd comments about the girls. I'd watched lots of other boys masturbate. But probably because I'd hand jobbed him myself there was something especially erotic about seeing Steve's hand on his big cock powerfully and rhythmically pumping himself to orgasm.

I was methodically working my own cock when I heard Steve's strangled grunt. His penis was bending up so its head was pointing straight up vertically and his whole cock shaft and head were deep red. He was holding his cock on the brink of orgasm, edging, like he always did when we masturbated. His buttocks were clenched and his face was twisted in the exquisite pleasure.

"Wanna fuck you hard you dirty slut!" I remember Steve snarling.

Seconds later his body juddered, his hips jerked forward, he let out a half grunt, half snarl and spurt after spurt of his semen arched out from his penis to splash against the wall. Seeing Steve spurt his cum always cranked my own erection a couple of notches stiffer.

Steve staggered back with his spent penis swinging still half erect and dripping semen. I took myself through to my cum spurt straight afterwards. In my mind the blonde was under me, her naked body was against mine, her pubic hair was entwined with mine, her legs were wrapped over my bum and her warm, wet vagina, so much more exquisite than even Steve's experienced hand could be was squeezing my straining penis as it exploded into her. After I'd shot my load against the wall I stood there too, panting and dripping another strand of semen onto the hut's floor.

Then it happened.

The bop-bop from the tennis court had ended and the girls seemed to have disappeared. Then there they were, standing side by side just inside the net round the court and right in front of our window just feet away. They grinned at us and waved at us. I realised that apparently accidental display by the blonde of her pussy and bottom had been a deliberate tease.

Then each girl reached down to her hip and undid the clasp of her tennis skirt. Their skirts were wraparounds and they fell away displaying their little white knickers in all their brevity. They spread their legs slightly and swayed sensuously for a moment in that way every girl intuitively seems to know drives boys wild. Both girls then slipped their knickers down their thighs well below their pussies, let them fall round their feet, kicked them aside and spread their legs wide.

"Fucking hell!" grunted Steve.

The girls grinned as if they were enjoying showing off their naked pussies to us as much as we were enjoying seeing them. They were the first naked cunts I'd seen for real. I'd seen innumerable girls' naked pussies in porn by then. But nothing equalled that first ever sight of the neat strip of brown hair lining the slit between the blonde's lightly tanned so smooth thighs and the perfect triangle of thick almost black pubic hair between the brunette's legs. As they stood their they nudged their hips toward us.

In unison the girls squatted down and spread their legs as wide as they could get them, treating us to a full frontal naked pussy display. Their pink vagina lips, pulled open between their spread thighs, peeped through their bushes of cunt hair. Silently mouthing "want you!" the brunette reached down to run her fingers through and ruffle her dark pubic hair.

Still squatting wide legged the girls pulled up their white sports tops. We saw that before they'd moved in front of us they'd taken off their sports bras underneath. Two pairs of well rounded young breasts swung out, swinging and bouncing sensuously as they bobbed on their heels. The blonde's breasts were huge, round and firm with big deep pink areoles and red-brown peaking nipples every bit as delicious as any naked tits I'd seen in porn.

A moment later their tops were down over their breasts again. The girls stood, turned their backs on us and bent over to show us their naked bottoms gleaming smoothly in the sun. They wiggled their bottoms at us then spread their legs wide. My hungry eyes oscillated between the brunette's vagina slit and her dark cunt hair peeping just below her bum crack, and the blonde's fingers poking between her legs as she fingered her pussy.

The girls stood, turned to face us again and quickly put on their short skirts but not their knickers. They blew us kisses and waved goodbye to us. Then hand in hand, wiggling their backsides at us and with a last swing of their hips to flick their skirts up to show us their naked bottoms they were gone. Their striptease had only lasted a few minutes but it's burned onto my mind to this day.

"Fucking hell!" Steve said again as if that was all he could think of saying. He looked stunned. I felt the same.

Steve and I sneaked back into the grounds of the boys school and ran a part circuit to make it look as if we'd been running. Back at the changing room Mr. Tideswell was waiting for us. He gave us a "where the hell have you two been?" look as we were late back and the rugby players had all come and gone. I think he knew which of his boys were masturbating together and guessed we'd been playing with each other.

He watched us as we stripped naked for the shower. In the changing room shower after gym classes we could always feel his eyes on our naked backsides and on our young penises swinging flaccidly and getting steadily more hairy through the term. This time with the blonde and the brunette fresh in our minds our penises just wouldn't stay down. I think Steve and I must have given him the treat of his life as we came out of the shower with our stiffly swinging rock hard erect penises sticking up almost vertically from our hairy balls.

When we left the changing room dressed in our school uniforms there was only one thing we could do. My cock was still straining hard and Steve's erection in the shower had showed he felt the same. We headed for the toilet, crammed together into a stall, bolted the door and dropped our trousers and school regulation grey cotton briefs.

This time we didn't need a porn magazine or borrowed women's panties. In my mind Steve's lubed hand round my hungry penis was the blonde's tight young vagina and as my fingers ruffled Steve's coarse pubic hair it was the brunette's thick dark bush against my hand. Soon there were two fresh semen splashes on the stall wall. After what he'd seen of us there was probably a fresh semen splash on the floor of Mr. Tideswell's office too.

Sadly that was my only encounter with the blonde and the brunette. It wasn't quite my last encounter with Steve or with Mr. Tideswell. It was all a long time ago now but my penis still tightens over the memory of all four of them.