"Oh, I don't think so!" exclaimed Tom Headman. "Turn around, girl. Your bottom to me."
Zephyrine swivelled in the space between the compartment seats, presenting her naked bottom to Hector and Tom Headman to slap. And slap they did, repeating what the other gentlemen had been doing. Slapping not with hands but fleshy, long penises. One to each buttock.
Perhaps it was the earlier masturbation, perhaps it was the novel way of masturbating not by stroking with or without foreskin but by slapping against smooth, warm skin -- or perhaps it was just the eroticism of the schoolgirl with her grey pleated skirt up, no knickers and beautiful bottom on show. All of a sudden Tom Headman began to come, spurts of translucent fluid across her bottom and into her bottom crack as he continued to slap with even more enthusiasm. Hector had to move his own slapping to avoid being caught in the firing line. Gasps of pleasure from Tom Headman, and then there was no more to come.
"Oooh, golly, I felt that! Go on, somebody else do that again!"
It is not often a man, certainly not of Hector's age, gets the opportunity not only to spank a mature schoolgirl's bottom, still less without knickers to cover, and less still the opportunity to finish the spanking with a wank over the naked and nubile posterior. Hector grasped his rather thick erection and moved his foreskin. Facing the grinning James Maddison, Frederick Trowse and the glazed door and windows to the corridor beyond, there was the possibility though not probability of someone coming along and seeing -- perhaps just at the point his semen left his penis. It was a risk, but too exciting not to continue. If only it could have been a corridor less train. The thought of his fellow commuters and Zephyrine private and undisturbed for nigh on half an hour. Trousers could be off as well as the girl's uniform skirt. Indeed, they could all be naked together pressing against Zephyrine in the middle. Perhaps his erection upright in her bottom crack.
The naked bottom. The thoughts in his head. Hector came. Standing over the bent over girl, her naked bottom beneath, his ejaculation was different from Tom Headman's. There was not contact between penis and bottom, rather the semen spurted out between his fast moving fingers down onto Zephyrine's naked behind, falling and splashing across the bare skin, leaving yet more pools and streaks, somewhat criss-crossing what Tom Headman had done. A wonderful release. So intense. His own masturbation technique rather vividly demonstrated to his fellow commuters.
"I think there's more to come isn't there?" Zephyrine knew the answer very well. About the same amount again indeed! The girl swivelled so her bottom was again facing the door and, importantly, the two upright penises of James Maddison and Frederick Trowse.
"Both together!" she giggled, looking back at the two men and their strong penises. Then she turned back to Hector and Tom Headman and opened her mouth. A clear indication to them that she would like to suck, even if their penises were wilting. Hector was closest. Lovely to just pop his penis into her mouth. Not yet flaccid by any means and still post ejaculation sensitive. Almost painful to feel her tongue and lips working with, perhaps, misplaced enthusiasm. He was not going to ejaculate again. Not that she wasn't tasting semen. It was on the end of his knob and most likely her sucking was drawing the remnants of the ejaculation up and out into her mouth. Behind her two mature men doing just what they probably would not admit to doing -- or would not have admitted to the others before the arrival of Zephyrine. They had rather fewer secrets between them now. They were both masturbating with long strokes of their foreskins. Two sizeable erections aimed at a schoolgirl's bare bottom. A bottom, moreover, already with splashes of sticky cum in little pools and streaks all over her soft skin. A particular dollop -- whether Hector's or Tom Headman's they did not know, seemed to be making its way slowly down and into the crack of her bottom. A slow progress but one that seemed to draw both eye and imagination. Both men's particular attention was upon that. A strange fascination. There was, unlike other days, no need to hurry as Zephyrine's station was still far off. In front of them the girl alternating between mouthing Hector Stubbs and Tom Headman's now fully flaccid penises. She seemed very happy drawing the whole of the soft organs into her mouth.
"This is so good!" The girl said between sucks, "I like this just so much. You know, Mr Stubbs, your soft penis arouses me so much! Look how substantial it looks even when soft. Such thick manly flesh." The girl was wobbling it in her hand before taking another suck. "And you too, Mr Headman, I like how I can slip my tongue under your foreskin."
Behind her the two masturbating men. "Tell me when," she said, looking around at them standing over her bare bottom. "I want to see."
"Now," came a gasp from one of them and Frederick Trowse's penis began to spurt. And that seemed to set James Marlston's off too.
"There you are, Zephyrine," he said as he let fly.
"Oh goody! Two at once!" Her head craning around to see. They all saw. All the gentlemen saw yet more semen splashing onto her exposed bottom, very little spurting beyond and onto her upturned skirt or tail of her blouse. Sticky splashes of translucent, white or clear fluid raining down upon the girl, adding to that already there.
It fell upon Hector to mop up, his white handkerchief pulled from his pocket. A handkerchief with 'HIS' embroidered in green at the corner. Not because it was obviously a gentleman's rather than lady's handkerchief by its size but because they were his initials, Hector Innes Stubbs. Frederick Trowse and James Marlston were otherwise occupied. Their rather wet ended, shrinking penises were being given the Zephyrine post ejaculation treatment. They were being 'tongue bathed,' the girl had turned again to face them and presented her much abused bottom to Hector and Tom Headman whilst she sucked shrinking penises. Hector had reached into his pocket and extracted his handkerchief and was in the process of mopping up. There was a lot to mop!
A quiet scene in the compartment after that. Zephyrine notionally doing her homework. A book spread open on her lap whilst around her four city types, besuited with striped trousers, coats, waistcoats and watch trains sat with evening newspapers unfolded. A normal enough commuting scene, only the men's flies were open and pink, soft penises lolled in plain sight. The girl had not wanted them 'put away.' And the men's hands were not all holding newspapers. Some disappeared up under and into the schoolgirl's uniform skirt. She may have been trying to concentrate on her homework but that was very difficult with male fingers so intimately fingering and stroking her, seeking to pull an orgasm from her body. And they succeeded. A lovely little cry with eyes wide and open mouth there in the railway compartment before she reached her station. Stubby male fingers doing what she might do again that night in bed but, in the compartment, her having to do nothing herself. Mature fingers, experienced fingers, were doing all that for her..
They watched the girl, after she left the compartment at her station, her grey skirt swishing above her white socks as she walked along the tarmac covered platform to be greeted by her father, clearly come to collect her. She turned and waved, and the man too raised his hand. He would have no knowledge that in his daughter's satchel was a man's handkerchief all rather soaked with no less than four mature gentleman's semen. It could so easily have been five had that so pretty mouth, talking animatedly to her father, not accepted and swallowed the first load of the evening -- Stan's. He could not see four pink little knobs poking out of foreskins exposed in the carriage as he waved to the gentlemen or know they had ejaculated all over his daughter's bottom and that she had had each of them in her mouth, sucking the last remnants of ejaculation from each of their little slits. Nor could he know or even, no doubt, suspect that his daughter was knickerless beneath her skirt. Her grey, uniform knickers safely in James Marlston's pocket -- for later...
