"Zephyrine, if you could do the honours?" In Hector's hand the packets he had so carefully brought. He was sure all the men would enjoy the experience of having the schoolgirl roll rubber condoms down their erect organs. Each one of them. Much more enjoyable than doing it themselves. It was something of his own fantasy as well. Something, oft times, he had imagined when with Mrs Stubbs, having a girl there in the bedroom to perform such little services for them. Not so much another mature woman like his wife but perhaps the daughter of a friend. A girl there in the bedroom for 'experience', to rather learn about the 'birds and the bees'. There, perhaps, to fondle his penis and balls whilst he was kissing or otherwise engaged with Audrey. Indeed, to roll on a condom at the appropriate time.
He rather liked the idea of the girl being 'in charge' of ensuring his erect penis went smoothly into Audrey. Holding it in her hand -- or hands -- and guiding or pushing it in. Perhaps, indeed certainly, being responsible for removing the condom after sexual intercourse and ejaculation and gently sucking on his now spent and perhaps softening penis, removing the spilt semen remaining. Might she wear a charming black and white maid's uniform? Of course, it might be rather good to give his neighbour's daughter extra 'lessons' without Audrey... A little helpful practice. Ensuring she knew how to pleasure men. He would enjoy removing the uniform, piece by piece.
"Yes, of course, Mr Stubbs, but could I suck a little first?"
"Who?" whispered Alf.
"Why everyone of course," Zephyrine said brightly. "I like sucking cock, Mr Bradshaw. I do!"
It was wonderful. Quite wonderful. The six lined up in a row for the girl. Not one penis drooped. All stayed firm. Soldiers at attention -- privates on parade -- yes, privates at attention. For inspection! Zephyrine knelt. Did that come naturally, Hector wondered. There was a natural grace about girls, certainly, but did that extend to just choosing what was most sexual instinctively. A kneeling schoolgirl leaning forward to mouth one's penis was just so much any man's fantasy!
Swollen bulb after swollen bulb absorbed, licked, rolled in the mouth and, indeed, sucked. A pleasure in being sucked but a visual pleasure in seeing other cocks being fellated. The girl leaning back and looking up at each of them with a grin as she fondled their ball sacks. "My, what have we in here?" she asked each time!
Possibly the girl was taking such risks in exciting them so. No way she could prevent being sequentially impregnated if they were minded to. Six to one. Indeed, with her so naughty comments and suggestions, to say nothing of her moving fingers and lips, it would perhaps have been beyond other groups of six not to have lost control.
As Zephyrine sucked Alf's cock again, and fondled his rather hairy and wrinkled scrotum, Hector felt he had to be more insistent about the condoms. Several penises were already visibly leaking. Male organs were readying themselves for ejaculation.
Penises were presented and Zephyrine indeed did 'the honours,' opening packet after packet, balancing the rubber discs upon upstanding knobs and then rolling the latex down. Naked men walking around the waiting room with penises up and clad.
How then to engage vaginally with Zephyrine, and in so doing empty themselves into their condoms? What format should the multiple copulation take!
"Shall I lie on the table and you all approach?"
Lovely to see the girl hop up on the table amidst the magazines. 'Picture Post', beneath her, 'The Lady', to one side and, Hector was amused to see, 'Do-it Yourself' there as well. That was not the order of the day! They were not doing it themselves at all. Copulation not masturbation! So good to see Zephyrine open her legs wide. A real invitation. All six pairs of masculine eyes swivelled towards the curl fringed sight. That wonderful oval, the sexual entrance, the clitoral hood and clitoris to say nothing of her little pee hole and half glimpsed bottom hole. It was all there, not least to Alf's round eyes -- gimlet like, boring into her sex.
"Looks good enough to eat," remarked James Marlston. He had, of course, done just that before. "Go on Alf, why don't you, before we all..."
It seemed Alf needed very little encouragement. A look at Zephyrine, a nod from her and he was pulling up a chair to sit at the table and -- feast. A meal for one! It was not something easily shared. And clearly Zephyrine was very happy with Alf's snuffling between her thighs as he sat there, bare bottomed on his chair and head forward between her thighs.
"I wonder," said James Marlston, "if rather than take it in turns -- and sexual intercourse will be no different. One at a time, sort of queuing. If, instead, we were to play a little game where we can all sort of join in and take our turns. A schoolboy game -- or rather," he smiled, "I suggest, a schoolgirl game where we sit in a circle and graciously pass Zephyrine from lap to lap, much like 'musical chairs.' Alas without the music. That would be so the thing, but we lack a gramophone or wireless."
It was somewhat what the four gentlemen commuters had thought about: passing the girl from one to the other in the compartment on the train. It was certainly particularly feasible in the warm, cosy, and private waiting room without fear of being disturbed.
How might they play? Music would have been good with it randomly stopping and starting. Zephyrine settling on a player's cock and riding up and down whilst the music played and then moving on to the next when it stopped. Of course, a risk of a man coming if the music played too long and a risk of hardly getting a turn if the music was a mere short burst. Without music might the others determine when Zephyrine moved on -- or might she?
They decided the best approach was for each to say when Zephyrine should rise off his cock and move to the next. The winner being whosoever managed the greatest number of strokes in a single encounter. A risk for each in going on that he might ejaculate but asking Zephyrine to move on might mean he would not win the prize.
And what prize for the 'last man standing'? To be able to rip off his condom and fuck Zephyrine as nature intended? A first rate prize, but... But, indeed!
"The winner could fuck me on the table and pull out just at the last minute. I'd like that. I like seeing cocks spurting."
Again, an attractive idea. A good prize, but Hector said that was not to be. Too risky again. Spermatozoa might be deposited, or the man just not pull out!
It was left that the winner could choose a suitable prize -- perhaps a private fuck with Zephyrine another time. They wanted to get on with the game not debate prizes! Chairs were moved into a circle. Dark brown stained and polished bentwood chairs. In use since the waiting room was built. Innumerable bottoms would have sat on them but never before that evening naked bottoms. Six in a circle, six condom clad penises waiting to be sat upon.
"Are you ready, Zephyrine?"
"Yes Mr Stubbs, ready and dripping!"
