Not really a disappointment for the gentlemen on the Tuesday not to be able to feel inside 'their' schoolgirl's skirt. Or for that matter on the Wednesday or Thursday. They had been relieved at her having her period. Had it been missed they would have been worried. Really quite worried! Instead, newspapers were read and Zephyrine was able to start her homework in peace -- not that it was really the gentlemen's fault she was regularly 'interfered with'. Indeed, it could be argued it had been very much her fault right from the beginning, though to start blaming her for what had happened would be a little sad. Dispassionately, it has to be said, and Frederick Trowse would probably have agreed if pressed, the blame had to be on the gentlemen. There were four of them and they were mature and should have known what was what; and that rules are rules. Against that, they were just men and men presented with the opportunity of, shall we say, playing with an eighteen old schoolgirl are just not going to be good. To be fair, nothing unfortunate had come of the liaisons. Four turgid penises with sinuous veins had pushed deeply into the girl and done a very male thing but with no unwanted outcome. But it should not happen again.
Indeed, it should not: but not difficult to imagine the four gentlemen were not exactly unkeen to have the opportunity of doing very much the same again. There was talk of counting down the likely days of the month; there was talk of 'rubber requisites' from the barber; there was much such talk when Zephyrine was not in the railway compartment.
But was not being eased into ejaculation by small, delicate, and beautifully formed schoolgirl fingers not pleasant in itself? Could not white spotless -- to start with -- handkerchiefs be produced? And was not fellation with the girl's rosy lips taking first one and then the next penis not nearly as good as sexual intercourse? Indeed, it was, and that was what happened quite a few evenings on the train. Semen was spilt onto handkerchiefs and semen was swallowed by the girl -- quite a lot of it. But, ultimately, the gentlemen hoped, and it could not be said that Zephyrine was unwilling, that it would happen again. And it did. But was it in the first-class railway compartment at the front of the train with the girl hopping, with swinging skirt from one erect cock to another, or somewhere perhaps more conducive?
It is perhaps surprising, but that is just how it happened, that only one of the gentlemen had his hand up Zephyrine's skirt for a whole fortnight after the events at her home and in the swimming pool. Half term followed the week after those events and Zephyrine was not on the train for that second week. Instead, she was off with her family on a short week's holiday whilst the gentlemen continued their daily commute and work in the City. Rather a disappointment for them all. Hector Stubbs, though, had seen Zephyrine on the Friday before the half term. He had been alone with her in the compartment, as the others had not caught that train for a variety of different reasons. And that is how Hector was the only one of the gentlemen for a whole fortnight to have his hand up Zephyrine's skirt. It had certainly gone up there.
Hector was rather delighted to find he had Zephyrine to himself.
"Any help needed with your Latin prep?"
The schoolgirl had smiled and said she perhaps needed some help, but not with her homework. It was the way she crossed her legs. Her left knee going over her right, slightly drawing her skirt upwards. It caught Hector's eye -- a bare knee above white socks. He knew intimately what was above, what was hidden by the skirt, but that did not stop his eyes glancing down to her lap. She had taken his hand in hers and then lifted it to her face, not to kiss but rather to suck upon a single digit. Just a little suck down to the first joint, a delicate little suck with her lips around the finger. He could feel the tip of her tongue tickling. It did not look like Hector was going to be concentrating on Zephyrine's Latin one little bit.
So wonderful for Hector, middle aged and all that, to have this schoolgirl showing such obvious sexual interest. The sheer excitement of it. The raw eroticism of having his finger sucked.
Her actions prompted him to ask what she thought about when in bed. Hector had the idea, the happy illusion, schoolgirls' heads were filled with romantic fluffy dreams about being whisked off their feet by a Mr Darcy or a Mr Rochester. Thoughts of somewhat shy meetings with nice boys who complimented them on their hair and dress and looked at them with almost sorrowful longing, before going off to do some brave deed to win their hearts and be rewarded, on their return, with, at most, a chaste kiss, given with downcast, pretty but modest eyes. The reality from Zephyrine proved quite different. It worried Hector about his own daughter.
Zephyrine's description was open, honest, and graphic. She put her book down upon her lap and talked:
"On most nights I get into bed and just have to pull my nightie up and squeeze my boobs, thighs open and rocking before my hand slips down and penetrates. I'm so wet these days Mr Stubbs, my finger literally sinks inside my wet opening! I do that so much more now. It sort of finds me, sucks my finger inside, wishing you or one of the other nice gentlemen would sink a, um, cock into it, stretch and expand it like my fingers just can't!
I sort of see you as a good uncle. Daddy and Mummy haven't got brothers. A good uncle's task to widen my hole. It wouldn't even be that you were fucking me, simply being a helpful man stretching open a young girl's vagina by inserting your cock into it. All the way in, deeper and deeper till I'm full of cock. Girls need their holes to be more open don't they, so that they can fit as many fingers inside as they like, so when they get married or even, perhaps before, their boyfriends can stick their cocks up inside easier in widened holes. A good uncle -- or uncles - just being helpful, really! So right.
I think about things, Mr Stubbs. I think about penises. I think about semen -- in my bed, um, in my hole." The schoolgirl's fingers were at Hector's fly, unbuttoning as she spoke, reaching inside, curling around the already erect shaft and dragging it out, shaft first, rather bent around her fingers. It straightened out in the carriage.
"That's what I think about in bed. My thighs splayed and you fucking between them. Your manly body fucking my sex, making such squelching noises. I lie there so badly wanting to be fucked, playing with myself but thinking about your penis and Mr Trowse's, and Mr Marlston's and Mr Headman's. of course." A voice down the corridor, came faintly to their ears, "Tickets please!"
"Mmmm, Stan's as well!" Her fingers pulled back Hector's foreskin revealing the purple fringe to his knob. "Your cock is so big and thick. Look at your yummy wet slit all swollen, gosh, I want to suck on it so very badly. The thought of that yummy slit in my mouth. I want to suck on your slit. I want to coax your stuff to come out from there. The thought of you pulsing that yummy cum right on my tongue. Spilling out. Or your drooling slit pushed up in my little hole, your leaking slit kissing my cervix. Put your semen there, spill so deep inside me." She was masturbating Hector now, her fingers working his foreskin up and down. "Or just spill your semen. Your semen mixing in with your curls. Let me put my face in your mess, I get so worked up I just want to put my face in your spilled semen and nuzzle and rub my face in it. Your thick gooey stuff on my lips and cheeks."
The conductor's voice was closer now. "What would Stan think if I had your stuff all over my face?"
"You nearly have, Zephyrine, I need to tuck myself away."
"No, leave it out. I'm going to get Stan's out too. I'm going to watch you both do your ejaculations. It's educational, Mr Stubbs!"
Stan looked around the corner and saw Zephyrine smiling up at him. Clear too that he saw what was in the schoolgirl's hand. He pulled back the glazed door to the corridor. "Tickets please. That's not a ticket, miss."
Hector produced his season ticket but that was easy for him. He, unlike, Zephyrine did not have one hand full of hard cock.
"I don't know where I've put it," she said, "I wonder if it's in here?" Her hand left Hector's penis and both hands reached for the conductor's flies. Her face had that flirtatious half smile you do indeed sometimes see on schoolgirls as they speak, that sort of coquettish look which upsets the strength of one's knees. A half innocent smile and a half knowing smile likely to just draw Stan in. The schoolgirl was getting practised at penis extraction from flies. It was a matter of moments, unimpeded by Stan doing anything at all to stop her, before his curving organ was as out in the open as Hector's. His coalscuttle like knob so similar to the other exposed and purple fringed one belonging to the gentleman passenger. Her fingers sought and found the generous foreskin and began sliding that as she had been Hector's -- a rhythmic movement so pleasing to men.
"I got fucked last week, Stan, I really did, and it was by all of the gentlemen -- every one of them. Can you imagine how messy I got? If you'd been there, then... that would have been nice too. I'd like your penis inside me. It's very firm, isn't it?
Back and forth went her fingers and then she reached and secured Hector's as well.
