A hard day at work. Hector Stubbs was pleased to leave the office and make his way along rain-soaked streets, dodging puddles, and into the high roofed hall of the great railway station with its fine hotel. He smiled. How good it would be to stay overnight; reserve a room at the hotel and eat in the mirrored restaurant. He did not envisage being alone. Not at all. The other diners thinking he was perhaps treating his daughter or a niece. The pigtailed schoolgirl sitting there in her smart uniform, her face animated as she talked excitedly about perhaps school, holidays or maybe hockey or netball. And afterwards in their room, naked in the double bed, hard penis against her fresh young skin, perhaps teaching her how to roll a condom down a turgid erection. Pleasant thoughts and more than enough to cause an erection. Hector walked down the long platform fully erect. All safely obscured by the thick suiting of his pinstripe trousers. The sight of Zephyrine already sitting in the final compartment a delight.
“Ego amore sugentem verpa,” said the girl looking up from her book to Hector, “is that right?”
“I wouldn’t say that to your Latin teacher.”
“I don’t think Miss Shaw would know a penis if one was stuck in her face!”
Of course, Hector did not know the lady, but he was not so sure about that. Young people often thought older people naïve or not worldly wise. The lady might appear maiden but that might hide very interesting secrets back from her younger days. She might have been disappointed in love or all sorts of things. How might a mature Zephyrine appear to her future children or others? They would have no knowledge or idea just what the eighteen-year-old version of Zephyrine had got up to on the train!
“I did something really naughty last night.”
“Yes?” asked Hector, settling himself in his seat.
“I did something quite different for me. Usually, I lie back in my bed and play. I open my legs and let my hand fall between them, and I let them get wider and wider.”
Hector looked at the window. Where were the others? They would like to hear the story. “Do you want to show me how?” he suggested. Once the train started moving of course. Might she pull her skirt up and show with fingers over knickers? He turned from the window and leant forward towards her. He knew he would tell her to take her knickers off. Knew if she did so he would ensure his moustache got drenched with schoolgirl juice.
The train gave a lurch and began to move. Where were the other gentlemen? Perhaps they were late joining the train. Perhaps they would appear along the corridor.
But they did not. It was to be just Hector and Zephyrine.
“Well?”
The girl lifted her skirt up from her knees, up and up and then curled her fingers between her open thighs, palm resting on her mons veneris, fingers bent and clearly stirring against the woollen knickers.
“You wouldn’t have your knickers on.”
The girl grinned, “I like having them taken down by older gentlemen. I like being told what to do.”
Hector could not resist reaching to pull the revealed knickers down and off the girl’s lovely long legs. Fingers grasping the soft grey wool and tugging where the elastic held them tight around her tummy. A delight to see her help by lifting her bottom up and off the seat. Zephyrine eased them down over her knees and on towards her sensible shoes and then off, to allow her to better part her legs. So good to watch her fingers now curl into the soft folds of her sex, moving gently with purpose. Hector sat there watching, “So what, my dear, was really naughty last night?”
The girl’s eyes sparkled, “I have an old wooden bed with bedposts, and I’ve thought, certainly now having seen…” her eyes dropped to Hector’s trousers, particular where his erection was already straining against the material, “… how your, and the other gentlemen’s penises, look when… erect.” It was lovely how Zephyrine said that single word — erect. It was remarkably good just hearing certain words coming from her mouth. Words like, ‘erect’ or ‘penis’ or, indeed, ‘Ego amore sugentem verpa’ — ‘I like sucking cock!’
Obvious where the girl’s story was leading but Hector encouraged, “and what do the bedposts look like?”
A giggle, “a bit like four erect penises. The ones at my head rather high, I’d need a couple of chairs, but those at the foot of the bed… I can mount! And that’s what I did last night.”
“I can’t imagine they are really like… penises. Far too large and surely square in cross section, not sort of round.”
“Not really like, but the knobs at the tops are rounded and sort of right. There are then concentric rings of wood below before the posts proper, which get rather wide so, no, not six inch, um, poles or…”
“Truncheons?” ventured Hector. It was exciting imagining the young lass climbing up on a pair of chairs and mounting. Not good to imagine her making the mistake of toppling over one or even both chairs and being stuck atop the bedpost, legs hanging, wooden cock pressing up into her. Perhaps her mother finding her naked and mounted — pinned like a butterfly! Or indeed her father… naked breasts, naked everything and with a wooden truncheon so very visibly and probably by then very uncomfortably, up inside her.
Hector thought of asking Zephyrine how old the bed was. Perhaps she was not the first girl to have the idea. Were the tops of the bedposts perhaps well-polished? “Was that good?” He paused, “Did it — or they — go in easily?”
The girl nodded, “I think there was about three inches of rounded wood, all polished and… that went in and the feeling…” The girl’s fingers slid into herself by way of emphasis.
“Daddy’s not collecting me tonight. Mummy, my brother and he are away. I thought… I said one of you gentlemen had said you’d walk me home.” She looked down at her feet, “I made it up.”
“Of course I will,” said Hector, suddenly terribly excited, he could plead unexpected work or missing the train, though usually he would have telephoned.
“Perhaps we could… I could sit on your knee with nothing on and you…”
The girl did not need to go on. Hector understood and the idea more than appealed. Perhaps he could telephone from Zephyrine’s house and delay his homecoming. The thought of just Zephyrine and him — her naked on his knee, no worry about people coming up the train corridor — more than appealing.
“Perhaps you might show me your bed. And the bedposts. Show me which one…”
“I could show you for real!”
When Stan came along the corridor, he was probably disappointed to find Zephyrine sitting quietly doing her homework and just Hector Stubbs in a corner reading his newspaper. He was not to know the girl was knickerless, or that Hector Stubbs was thinking not of the news in front of him but of taking the schoolgirl home to an empty house and having sexual relations of some sort with the very girl.
“Tickets please.”
“Evening Stan.”
“Just you tonight, sir?”
“Seemingly so. A non-appearance.”
“Miss?”
The girl handed her ticket to the conductor with a very nice smile. But that was all Stan got. Hector did not think it was for him to offer for her. Ask if Stan would like a hand… or something. A young and female hand. Hector was sure Zephyrine would have obliged.
Hector got off the train early. He stepped down onto Zephyrine’s platform and held the door for her. He almost offered to carry her satchel along with his briefcase but whilst he would, of course, have offered to a woman, did Zephyrine, a mere schoolgirl – still, count as such? Might other commuters have thought it a little odd? They would have no idea that there was the possibility the grey haired, moustached and immaculately dressed City gent — who might well be her father — might be making the schoolgirl a woman within the hour. At least ensure she was no longer a virgin!
A goodly walk to Zephyrine’s home. A little nervousness on Hector’s part as he strode along, umbrella swinging, despite her assurances there would be no one in when they reached there. An imposing house, Victorian or Edwardian in a street of individually designed villas in a red brick. An ‘in’ and ‘out’ driveway and steps up to the imposing front door. A house for a gentleman and no smaller than Hector’s own.
Zephyrine unlocked the front door and invited Hector in. All was quiet inside.
“Would you like a cup of tea?”
“I’d love a cup of tea.”
They sat with cups of tea, teapot and biscuits in the lounge. Zephyrine in her school clothes, legs together, still with her sensible shoes and white socks. Hector, though, knew she did not have any knickers on. They were in his pocket. It was, he thought, an opportune moment to return them and ensure he did not walk off home with them.
“Oh yes,” she said, seeing them, “I suppose it’s time for me to change out of my school clothes, or, at least,” her girlish grin delightful, “take them off.”
“That would be rather… nice. Should I help you?”
“I normally undress in my bedroom.”
An opportunity not to be missed. To see where the so naughty girl slept and, indeed, played with herself. Hector followed Zephyrine up the stairs. A delightful and large girl’s bedroom, but what, unsurprisingly, caught his eye was the bed. An oaken bed with bedposts. Bedposts with rounded finials, square section bedposts with turned ends and they were just as Zephyrine had described, each topped with three inch or so rounded and tapering knobs, not obviously penile in shape but certainly more than capable of substituting for short, thick cocks! Almost a dream of a bed for a girl, Hector supposed, assuming young women’s dreams might involve being surrounded by four tumescent penises — a girly wet dream!
Zephyrine caught where Hector’s eyes were looking, her hand reached to one knob and its movement was suggestive. “Would you like to see me mounted?”
Hector would very much like to have seen Zephyrine ‘mounted.’ Perhaps by a nice young man. A very enjoyable thing to watch. Or indeed to mount her himself or, conceivably, share the mounting with his commuting companions one after another… or, of course, the young man.
“Yes, Zephyrine my dear, do show me.”
So exciting to watch the girl undress and take her school uniform off. He had seen her naked in the train compartment, but this was a little different. A girl undressing in her own bedroom. Blazer, hung in a wardrobe; tie, rolled up and placed in a drawer; blouse, dropped on a chair; brassiere unclipped and shrugged forward exposing her youthful and perky breasts and handed to Hector; socks rolled down leaving the schoolgirl in just her skirt.
Hector was hard, that lovely erect feeling brought on by real sexual excitement. And for a middle-aged man what could be more exciting than watching a young woman, a schoolgirl, undressing right in front of him. Seeing her there in just a grey, pleated skirt and knowing there was nothing beneath.
“Might I, might I put my hand up your skirt?”
“Any time, Mr Stubbs, you, of course, don’t need to ask.” And she came close and Hector did just that. Young wetness — and there was plenty of that, all sloppy around his fingers as he manipulated her so soft flesh, even pushing into her where the wooden finial was to go. Her little clitoris was hard and pointing, somewhat like his own penis, only very much smaller. How good it would be to put them together, rubbing glans to glans, smooth firmness together, but the stroking might bring on other wetness. A male wetness that very much should not be added to the feminine. At least certainly not from such a mature man to a young woman not yet out of school. Hector reached and undid the clasp of the school skirt and it fell to the floor leaving the girl completely naked.
“Shall I show you now, sir?” The girl back toward the foot of the bed, towards one side and the bedpost.
So good to watch as the girl lifted herself up on tiptoe. Even her naked toes a delight to see. Between her slightly parted thighs, Hector could see the fleshy lips he had been stroking not moments before, and above the dark triangle of the girl’s already generous pubic hair. A womanly bush rather than a mere sprinkling of new grown hairs across her mons; dark and full, though noticeably thicker to the middle, a strong sprouting from her valley — her girly slit. And then, coming between her thighs the upright oaken knob looking, indeed, well-polished. Did Zephyrine’s mother, or perhaps a ‘women who does’ — a char — ever think quite what the posts somewhat looked like when polishing?
Wonderful to see the girl’s feet lower, her toes relaxing and allowing her heels to touch the floor, and with the consequential disappearance of the oak finial up into her. Zephyrine began to move up and downwards — almost bouncing on the invading knob. A significant range of movement, the full three inches, and it made gentle squelching and sucking noises. Such a captivating sight.
Hector’s mind drifted to the thought of Zephyrine, or any girl, not just enjoying a bedpost but stuck on a bedpost. Mounted, perhaps with the help of a pile of books but then making the mistake of knocking the pile or piles over and away. Her pussy mounted, her thighs spread and dangling! Helplessly squirming and trying to get off but just pushing the finial deeper up into her pussy. He wondered what her father’s reaction would be to walking in on her like that. Hector knew what his own reaction would be — he was, after all, seeing it for real. He thought Daddy would naughtily enjoy watching Zephyrine like that, her pussy speared on a bedpost. Better still perhaps an uncle or friendly neighbour somehow catching her like that. Watching as the finial just penetrated deeper. The girl unable to extract. Perhaps prolonging the fascinating sight of the helpless girl stuck on the knob, giving helpful-sounding yet useless advice, watching the bedpost fucking her girly vagina, she squirming and twisting her pussy on it, all up inside her, touching her so very intimately inside. The uncle or friendly neighbour finally lifting her off and then, being a dear, inspecting her pussy for damage. Is it perhaps wider than before? He will not miss the wetness. Might he place a finger or two in her vaginal hole to check all was well? Might he suggest, he would certainly wonder, if putting his cock inside would make it feel all better, check it has not been stretched too much. Make sure all is well. Nothing sexual of course. Just an uncle (or neighbour) slipping and stuffing his cock inside his niece’s moist vagina to make it ‘all better.’
Sexual thoughts running through Hector’s mind. Perhaps it would have been even better to have seen a second girl upon the other bedpost, perhaps one going up as the other went down, see-saw like! But one young lady was quite enough for Hector Stubbs.
“Are you going to undress too, Mr Stubbs? You’ve never done that on the train. Let me see you with your thing all hard.”
And as the girl exercised her thigh and ankle muscles, Hector did just that. Tie, coat, waistcoat, shoes, socks, shirt — everything as the girl watched, rising and falling on the upstanding finial. Her undressing had certainly pleased Hector and, as his cotton shorts came down his pleasure was evident in a very manly way. Did the undressing of a middle-aged gentlemen have the same effect on the schoolgirl? Certainly, she watched with evident interest. He could see that. Perhaps it was just the final exposure that really pleased her. Up in the air, curving up towards his generous stomach. A goodly, man-sized cock with its rounded, pale pink ‘helmet’ so clearly ready to be used, the coronal edge all purple and fully exposed, topped with the little slit where his semen came out. Beneath, which Zephyrine had not really seen before, his twin hanging balls in their wrinkled and so fleshy sack, hairy to match the curls all around his ‘equipment’. Hairs rather flecked with grey.
Zephyrine giggled, “A naked man in my bedroom! Just the one.”
“Would you like Mr Marlston, Mr Headman and Mr Trowse as well?” The increased speed of Zephyrine’s plunging rather suggested she would. Four naked men complete with manly erections.
“Yes,” a rather breathless ‘yes’ and a delightful bite of her lip, “just like my bedposts you see. Four upright… can I say it?”
“Do!”
“Four upright cocks! I could have one in each hand and… the thought of it. One in each hand, one in my vagina and one in my mouth…” Her mouth was open and she was panting. “I’m coming, squeeze me tight, Mr Stubbs!”
Hector stepped forward and clasped the ‘pinned’ girl to him, his arms around her, her face pushed into his neck, her breasts squeezed against his naked body and, of course, his erection pressed against her pubic hair and stomach. The girl orgasmed, her sex stretched wide by the wooden finial, going up and down whilst rubbing against a real, flesh and blood penis, pushed against her. So good for Hector too, to being rubbed on his erection by her soft pubic hair and the skin of her stomach — somewhat fucking her tummy button — holding the naked girl against his bare skin.
It was perhaps rather lucky Zephyrine’s vagina was fully occupied. No room for anything other than the wooden finial. It would not have taken much for Hector to have dipped his penis and pressed upwards into the so hot and wet sex being pushed towards him. And it would not have taken much for the schoolgirl to have done what comes naturally!
“So good,” said the girl, “so good. Better with an audience.” She grinned again, “I like being watched. Better with a hard man in the bedroom, indeed a hard man up against me.”
Hector stepped back.
“So hard,” she said, “so big.” And she grasped and stroked, moving Hector’s foreskin up and down. The girl started moving again on the still embedded finial, moving her body up and down in time with her strokes to Hector’s penis.
So good to be standing there, feet planted firmly apart, stark bollock naked and in a delightful schoolgirl’s bedroom having his cock stroked by… a delightful schoolgirl.
“Shall we fuck properly? I’d love to feel your real cock inside me. Oak is good but… Please, Mr Stubbs.”
The offer, the invitation, the opportunity. Wooden plug out, Hector’s cock in. Not of course to actually come but just to have a little stroke, just to push himself all the way up and in — further than the finial. There was more than three inches to him. A lot more.
“I shouldn’t, I really shouldn’t.” As if to emphasise a blob of milky, probably potent liquid, welled up at the end of his knob, there in Zephyrine’s hand.
“Oooh,” she said.
“Yes, ‘oooh’ indeed,” said Hector wryly. “I’d so much like… just a quick in and out but…” the bubble of milky liquid continued to grow as he spoke and then, all of a moment, lost its shape and ran down Hector’s shiny knob.
“If I had known I’d have bought or brought a packet of rubber johnnies.” It was such a shame. The invitation to Zephyrine’s house had been unexpected. Such an annoyance given the naked girl there — available – in the bedroom, her thighs so apart. An idea, though, came, “I wonder if your parents… your father… Do you really want to do it for real, Zephyrine?”
It was clear the girl did! How strange to be led by the girl, not only naked but sporting an erection, out of her bedroom and along the landing to her parents’ room. To enter their private domain like that. See their bed and their things on chests of drawers, dressing table and chairs. Hector caught sight of his reflection in the triple mirrored dressing table mirror. Three images of Zephyrine and himself. The girl all young, sexual, and delightfully naked, him all portly, greying and with a so very obvious and craggy erection — in the room Zephyrine’s father got similarly erect and, presumably, had conjugal relations with his wife, her mother. What was she like?
It really was not a place to tarry. “Shall I look?” It really was not Zephyrine’s place to give permission but nor should she really have been searching either. Hector checked the bedside cabinets’ drawers and struck lucky straightway. Moreover, plenty of the items. All in a paper bag from the chemist’s. One would not be missed. It seemed likely Zephyrine’s parents were not only active but there was still the risk of a, no doubt delightful, baby brother or sister for the girl.
Hector followed the schoolgirl back to her bedroom. In his hand the silver foil packet, his eyes on her bottom cheeks, rising and falling. If he was really going to have sexual intercourse with the girl, how should they do the act? Might he be behind her and push between those cheeks. The thought so firming — if he was not already so firm! Or on top of her, or her on top of him? Importantly, though, he needed to think of her. How did she wish to lose her virginity? It should be memorable. Really, of course, it should be in her marriage bed with a nice young man she was head over heels in love with. How often, though, were virginities lost in rather unrewarding fumblings, perhaps even rather ‘dry’ fumbling and groping, with an inexperienced, nervous, and prone to coming far too soon, boy. Certainly, there was sense in having a mature, experienced and competent man to ensure the experience was pleasurable and orgasmically fruitful — and not just for the man. Could he live up to this idea. Put Zephyrine’s pleasure first?
Hector put the condom packet down and reached out and began slowly stroking the girl’s arms. She stood there, rigid, as he stroked, watching herself in the mirror, seeing his large hands on her arms, his fingers moving her flesh and muscles. Slowly his fingers extended and began to brush the sides of her breasts. There they were all delightfully rounded, two hemispheres, somewhat orange halves in shape, firm and with cherry red nipples to their tops. Nipples that Hector’s fingers would soon be searching for to squeeze and tug. Quite small but most definitely hard, all set in quite wide areolae, light brown pigmented.
He came closer until he was right up behind her, his erection pushed into the crack of her bottom, her soft warmth and his hardness, as he continued to play with her nipples. And then Hector did a rather naughty thing, a dipping of his body downwards, a bending at his knees and he pushed his penis between the schoolgirl’s legs, his swollen, purple fringed corona rubbing against the girl’s sex the whole way. Not, though, to try and push up into her but simply along betwixt her thighs, along her slippery, smooth vulva and for his knob to pop out the other side. In the mirror there it was, a stubby, poking penis end complete with moist slit right beneath her bush of dark hair, almost looking like the girl was some sort of hermaphrodite, albeit with rather a stub of a cock, not a full one, all knob and no stalk! Zephyrine made appreciative noises as Hector rubbed himself forwards and backwards, avoiding sliding his leaking little slit anywhere close to the girly entrance to her body. One slide had been unwise enough. Best to leave that alone until his penis was safely clothed in latex. What a sight to see in the mirror, his knob, her dark curls.
“I like,” squeaked Zephyrine, “please, push it in!” The girl was wriggling, trying to mount, trying to get the penis into her. It was definitely time for Hector’s maturity and sense to come to the fore. He reached down, pulling his penis downwards and then away from the girl, avoiding what would have been a lovely slide of knob along hot wetness. He reached for the packet. Hector had intended for Zephyrine to do the condom rolling. An educational experience! But he felt it best to cover his leaking penis as quickly as possible before his own will faltered. The thought of it, his craggy old penis, well over twice the schoolgirl’s age, going unprotected into the girl’s virginal hole and pumping seminal fluid, balls slapping at her, inside.
Safely covered, Hector felt he could relax, and he did just that. Settling himself on her bed, lying there with upright, swollen but safely clad penis, he let the girl do what she wanted. Earlier she had mounted the wooden finial to her bed, now she had the option of mounting a real penis — and she did. Maybe she would have much preferred a young, lithe, and slim lad, smooth penised and rather handsome, but she did not show it. She seemed delighted with what she had got. A naked man with a well-proportioned cock there on her bed. Hector watched as she climbed aboard, her thighs separating as she placed one knee either side of him, her sex delightfully open beneath her dark bush. There would be no difficulty in it going in. Her practice upon the finial had demonstrated that.
A lifting of the penis, a squeeze and a positioning and then a lowering. Traditionally it was for a man to take a girl’s virginity, to push into the perhaps narrow entrance, even tear the hymen as the strong, rounded knob made its way forwards. But for Zephyrine, the roles were a little reversed. Hector was in no way the virgin, but it was Zephyrine doing the pushing. The girl pushing the penis into herself, slowly and purposefully, opening herself up and somewhat ‘stuffing’ herself with six inches or more of man. Did she know the position was called ‘cowgirl’ – probably not; but she rode well, once settled upon the saddle! Up and down, with eyes closed, clearly savouring the moments. As was Hector.
“Oh, fuck, this is good,” she said.
“Language, Zephyrine. A spanking in order, I think!”
“Can we, could you get on top of me. Push me into the bed?” The girl rose up and off and Hector followed. The girl pulled back blankets, eiderdown and sheet from her bed as Hector pulled his rucked condom taut. He was going to fuck the schoolgirl in her bed.
Zephyrine settled herself down, thighs spread and her wet sex all on show, the ‘target’ for Hector clearly displayed. He settled himself upon her, using his elbows to give support and not squash her. So very much how he performed with his wife. The girl pulled the covers back up as he readied himself. He was in bed with the girl, really, really in bed with an eighteen-year-old schoolgirl. So very naughty — bad even. It was perhaps Hector who deserved a thorough spanking!
Hector slipped in and lowered himself onto Zephyrine, his chest to her chest, her hard nipples pushing at him. His face in her hair — indeed his tongue licking her ear. Hector began to fuck, his bottom pushing up and down, moving the bedclothes. The girl squirming and moaning beneath him.
It was a proper fuck complete with a squeaking of the bed. Hector’s bottom rising and falling under the bedclothes as he pushed in and out of Zephyrine, his latex covered penis sliding easily in the hot wetness. A delight for him and, indeed, for the girl. As she, seemingly, so easily did, the girl came, lovely throaty sounds next to his ear. Those noises, those sounds, would have come anyway, had Hector not been wearing ‘protection’, quite clear the girl would have been so worked up to want to fuck anyhow. So mature of Hector to have insisted, to have been sensible. The noises set him off too, and certainly in his mind as his semen and sperm rushed up his penis and out he was imagining it bursting out freely, not into a little latex bulb or reservoir, but into the girl — a real insemination.
It was not a bad way to lose a virginity. It went well. Hector had not only seen Zephyrine safely home as her father had wished but also… well, done something she wished for too!