Paul could not be lucky every Wednesday but it was somewhat of a disappointment to miss the couple the week after. Despite feeling tired he found he could not drop off to sleep whilst suspecting, but not knowing if, in one of the other compartments on the train, Ann's lips might well be all around Bill's cock; perhaps they might even be naked together; perhaps they might be lying on each other the 'wrong way round!' Bill's face in Ann's sex and his knob in her mouth. Practising in private what Ann had learnt the week before.
The thought enough to make Paul undo his buttons and bring his erection out into the open. He had liked the way Ann had described it as 'big.' It certainly felt that way! Not for the first time he wished he was contortionist enough to get his own mouth over his knob. It would not be exactly unpleasant to fellate himself whilst imagining it was Ann doing the deed. But his lips came nowhere near - he could look but not reach - and he sat thinking and gently wanking. Such a shame he could not at least have been watching the couple that evening. Nice to be touched but nice enough to watch and wank.
He had so enjoyed the week before. Quite amazing to have actually done things with Ann without Bill present. It was surprising how she had confided her lack of confidence about taking Bill in her mouth. It had been even more surprising how things had developed. He was sure Ann had originally had no intention of doing anything without Bill present and had simply wanted to talk. Talk was good. The opportunity of talking with a young women about sex was something not to be sneezed at. It was his mention of men pleasuring women with their tongues that had so, all of a sudden, interested her and lead to the challenge. A challenge he had so willingly taken up which had lead such a long way! He could not see Ann mentioning what had happened to Bill: but he could imagine her now willingly fellating him; her lips sliding wetly on Bill's erection and him with a great big grin on his face. Lucky old Bill! His hand moved at the thought, pulling his foreskin up and down as the countryside rushed past outside the window.
In his pocket a pair of freshly laundered knickers. He had even ironed them. Indeed, had taken the greatest care over ironing them, having treasured and slept with them all week. It was tempting to get them out and use them instead of his handkerchief, letting his semen pulse thickly onto where her so sweet sex normally rubbed. He had so enjoyed, the week before, being 'face to face' with that sweet sex, so enjoyed sticking his tongue into her wet entrance - literally fucking her with it.
Paul groaned and let his hand fall. His cock quivered. He had nearly come - and with both handkerchief and knickers still in his pocket. Not a good plan!
It was a less happy than usual Paul Sharpe who handed his ticket to the ticket collector that Wednesday. Unlike many other weeks his balls ached not from being emptied but from quite the opposite, They felt full and swollen. He had been saving himself all week to no purpose. He would empty them before sleep. It was not something he had wanted to do on the train - well, not on his own anyway. With friends, well, that was quite a different matter.
Unlucky that Wednesday. Not so the next.
"I hear you have been giving Ann lessons!"
Paul just coloured up; he had not expected Ann to have actually mentioned that to her boyfriend; Paul had thought it was just between them but it seemed there were no secrets from Bill. He pulled the door shut behind him and stood there. He rather hoped that would discourage anyone else from entering.
"I... I hope you didn't mind... I"
Ann giggled.
"No, hardly. I mean I've always wanted Ann to and she said she felt she wanted to practice on you first and last week she just... she let me come in her mouth! It was just so bloomin' amazing."
"I really hope you didn't mind..."
"Hardly, my friend - or should I say teacher - Ann's teacher! Ann, shall we again tonight?"
"Might be best to wait for the train to start!" Ann giggled and patted the front of his trousers.
It was a gesture enough to set Paul off. Even with his coat still buttoned he felt himself rising. The train gave a lurch and began to move. The half hour had begun!
"Well chaps, why don't you show me what you've got." Deliberately she let her pink tongue slip from her mouth and lick her lips. "I'll, um, suck the first to get undressed. On your marks, get set go.!"
Absurd. Bill and Paul seemed momentarily frozen. The train was barely out of the station and was still gathering speed. Frozen, until Bill shrugged and reached for his tie. It seemed, no it was, an invitation and Paul too was suddenly galvanised into action.
Ann was giggling the whole time as the two men tore at their clothes. The idea of two men rushing to expose themselves to her was clearly really funny. Bill had the advantage of his coat already being off but he had trouble with a shoe lace. It was almost neck and neck, indeed the twin erections were almost presented to the girl at exactly the same time; both Bill and Paul stepping forward at pretty much the same moment, thrusting their erections towards the seated Ann. Neck and neck indeed - not the neck of a horse but the neck of a penis - the twin heads and necks fully revealed as the shafts were pushed forward and up towards Ann's face. They stood (indeed they did!) awaiting the verdict. Who would Ann judge the first?
It had all been so sudden. One moment getting on the train the next this! Paul was grinning from ear to ear.
"I think, by a whisker," she reached and grasped both erections, "Paul just wins!"
Bill's face just fell. There was no other word for it.
"No, no, no," said Paul quickly, "please, Bill first."
"If you don't mind."
Hardly! Just to be part of their lovemaking was quite remarkable. He had no wish to in any way upset either of them. Paul did not wish to risk his involvement ending - as obviously it would someday - but hopefully not yet. So wonderful to watch - no stare - as Ann's lips opened and came closer to Bill's knob. It actually seemed to be trembling.
