Hector reflected on just how comfortable he and his fellow commuting gentlemen were getting with Zephyrine. So enjoyable having her there in the railway carriage with them evening after evening, but there was a degree of risk. They had, on occasion, dispensed with more and more of her clothing, even had her naked in the compartment but there were indeed risks at that. How good it had been to go to her house and be naked with her, without risk. They had not only freed her of her clothes, indeed all those encumbrances to their access, view and investigation, but had dispensed with their own as well. They had all been naked together and, with her period imminent, they had truly explored her depths. Each one of them, Tom Headman, James Marlston, Frederick Trowse, as well as himself, had not only been inside the girl but up as far as they could go and had there released their semen. Each one of them had ejaculated into the girl. Four heavy loads. It had been glorious, remarkable but not really something to be repeated again, most certainly not without 'protection.'
But the idea of being naked again with the girl, holding her naked young body against theirs -- that could be done, and certainly penises could again enter but they would need to be clad in rubber. Whilst, maybe, Zephyrine's parents might go away again and leave the coast clear for some more delightful swimming in their private pool and 'swimming' in Zephyrine's liquid sex, the idea of a warm railway station waiting room as put forward by Stan certainly appealed. It would, though, be even more 'extreme' than the visit to her house, because it was clear it would not just be the four fellow commuters with Zephyrine, but Stan and, seemingly, Alf, the station master. Hector had seen Alf and was sure Zephyrine knew who he was too: an older man, grey haired with a full and substantial grey beard. There would be six of them. Six men to the single schoolgirl. Easier undoubtedly without the 'rubber johnnies' -- and cheaper -- but just so unwise. The men might all be stark naked with the girl, but their penises would need to be 'clothed.'
Not easy arranging the evening. A matter of planning and co-ordination. Stan assured them almost any night would be fine for Alf. The station master closed the waiting room at 9pm prompt every night so the room -- the scene of the meeting -- was not a problem to arrange, but ensuring both Stan was not working that evening and it was also one all four of the gentlemen commuters could stay late at the office and come along by train at or after 9pm was more complicated. Luckily Zephyrine felt she could get away most evenings by leaving her house via her bedroom window, creeping over the flat roof, down a tree (a route clearly well practised probably when younger as a game to and from the garden, perhaps even at night for a secret picnic after dark in a 'den' at the bottom) and out and up the road to the station.
The evening was, nonetheless, arranged when all players could be present.
"Are you sure about this?" Frederick Trowse had asked the girl. His concern for her welfare perhaps a little spoilt by the fact she had his erect and leaking penis in her mouth when he asked the question. It was another evening on the train. Another evening when Zephyrine was not doing her homework but playing with the gentlemen's swollen penises. She had all of them out of their flies, hard and mouth wetted at their ends. She had assured Frederick Trowse and the others she was most definitely looking forward to the meeting in the waiting room and was not at all worried at being with so many men. So many men to look after her.
And so, the evening came around. Zephyrine's journey home not accompanied by her usual travelling companions. She was able to get on with her homework, though perhaps the excitement of what was to come later was a little disturbing, causing her thoughts not always to be on the work before her.
A dark evening as the steam engine with its train rattled along the track, orange flashes from its firebox when the fireman shovelled in more coal. A steam whistle made at set points along the line as required of the engine driver. Inside their usual compartment, but much later than usual, sat four be-suited businessmen. Bowler hats and 'brollies' on the luggage rack above them, reading their newspapers. So often during their normal commute their flies would be open and male organs displayed. But not that night. Display would come later. They all knew that. There was no charming and sexual schoolgirl with them. That would come later.
They alighted at Zephyrine's station. Not their usual stations at all. They stepped out onto platform upon which they so often saw Zephyrine's father standing and waiting to collect his schoolgirl daughter. He was not there. They had half expected Zephyrine already to be there, but apart from two other passengers getting off the train further down, there was no one else apart from a pair of uniformed men seeing off the train. Raising their umbrellas against the slight drizzle, they walked towards the red brick building with the legend 'WAITING ROOM' upon its door. Stan stepped from the shadows.
"Good evening, Stan," said Hector reaching out to shake his hand. "Well, here we are. Zephyrine?"
Stan shook his head. The girl, the so necessary part of the evening had not yet arrived. Up the platform came an older man, obviously Alf as his uniform and cap very clearly displaying his rank as the station master. Beside him a lanky lad, all arms and legs, clearly a young recruit to British Railways.
"Off you go about your duties, Larry. These gentlemen and I have some business to discuss. We are not to be disturbed except in the event of dire emergency."
For a few moments Hector had wondered if a seventh man was to be added to the party. A further, perhaps long and lanky to match the gangling lad's frame, penis to be added into the evening's mix. Yet another for Zephyrine to work. A boy's penis along with the maturity of the others. Very likely the lad a virgin, completely inexperienced with women or girls. What a way to start one's sexual experience -- alongside five complete strangers -- mature men at that -- and your boss -- Alf!
Alf unlocked the waiting room with a large key, and they all went in. An old fashioned, matchboard panelled room with high ceiling and obscured glass, acid etched windows which had somehow survived the War intact. Various seats occupied much of the edges of the room around a large iron stove to the side. The coals in the stove were alight and the room was almost stuffily warm. From the walls various posters looked down, some new, some rather vintage. It seemed an unusual but not unpleasant venue for sexual activity. Maybe there had been fumblings in there before. Young couples finding themselves alone and having time on their hands before the next train. It was unlikely anything quite like what was planned for Zephyrine had ever taken place.
Desultory conversation as the men waited. Luckily it was not long before there was a tentative knock at the door and Alf stood up to admit Zephyrine, before carefully closing and locking the door. She was dressed in a gabardine raincoat with a beret over her long dark hair. Hector wondered if young Larry had spotted the girl. He would certainly now be wondering just what 'business' was being discussed that needed a young woman present -- indeed a mere girl.
Zephyrine seemed a little less her usual confident self. Perhaps the sight of just so many men looking at her, though she knew all of them bar one -- indeed knew them rather intimately, unnerved her. Hector jumped up, rather faster than he normally did these days, to hurry to reassure her, and to take her coat. It was rather wet. It had been raining. Her beret too was soaked, but she was hardly going to catch a chill now she was in the warmth and comfortable stuffiness of the waiting room, even if rather more of her clothes were about to come off.
Hector hoped her nervousness had not affected her too much. It was important the girl should be aroused. It just would not do for her vagina to be dry! A lot of penises were anxious to be inside and sliding wetly. Dryness just would not do.
He was conscious too that there would be, indeed was, a certain nervousness too for the gentlemen and Stan, and perhaps particularly Alf. Unused to becoming naked together, indeed erect together. It would have been easier if it had been just James Marlston, Tom Headman, Frederick Trowse and himself. They had done such things before -- with Zephyrine. Should he perhaps take the lead and undress? Ensure his penis was extended -- 'pour encourager les autres'. But would they not be the more encouraged by a naked and sensual Zephyrine -- the young woman clearly aroused?
Hector sat and encouraged the girl onto his knee. He knew the others would be watching intently. "Are you happy with these arrangements, Zephyrine? Is it warm enough?"
The girl nodded, looking around, "It's nice; nice and warm and cosy."
"You wouldn't be too cold if I got your breasts out to show Alf how big they are? He'd like to see them you know."
Again, the girl nodded and looked across at the old man. Alf smiled weakly back. Of course he would like to see them. His eyes did not leave Hector's fingers as he slowly unbuttoned Zephyrine's blouse and reached inside. Alf's eyes wide as Hector brought Zephyrine's lovely breasts out into the open, jiggling them a little and then pulling on her nipples seeking to encourage them to stand.
