An event I always look forward to as Christmas time approaches is the annual outing of our church girls' choir to the eighteen-to-twenty-one-year-old's choral concert at one of our English Cathedrals.

I'm one of the two or three men who go along with the girls to give a helping hand and to make everything run smoothly. So there I was in the gathering dusk of a winter afternoon in a minibus cruising up the interminable length of the M1, Britain's backbone motorway. I'd done my stint of driving and now I was in the middle seat at the back. I was enjoying being sandwiched between two pretty girls both less than half my age, twenty-year-old blonde Linda on my right and twenty-one-year-old brunette Wendy on my left.

Linda and Wendy had the kind of perfect figures only girls that age have. My cock felt stiff enough to snap from the juicy daydreams about the two of them I was enjoying and the masturbation fantasy I was working on for my hotel bedroom later. I was wondering if at the next service station stop I'd need to visit the toilet for a good hard wank while the kinky antics with them I'd been imagining were still fresh in my mind.

I was awakened from my daydream by Wendy's leg rubbing against mine. I glanced down and had the shock of my life.

When I’d seen her at our last service station stop Wendy was in a short blue denim mini-skirt high up thighs clad in sheer black nylon tights. Her skirt was short enough that as she'd swung her legs to get out of the bus I could see white panties through her tights. Now her skirt was pulled right up round her hips and she was wearing neither tights nor panties. Even in the gloom, I could see Wendy's neat dark bush of cunt hair between her wide-spread bare legs. When she realised I'd noticed her display, Wendy grinned at me, pulled her skirt up even higher and strained her legs wider. Then she leaned across to whisper in my ear.

“I took my tights and knickers off when we stopped. You're always trying to look up my skirt in church. I’ve never shown my pussy to a boy before. Do you like seeing my pussy?”

Realising she'd noticed my lustful interest in her I felt my face go red. Wendy customarily wore microscopically short skirts. She seemed to make a point of letting every guy who was interested see what was underneath. Her shapely legs and the upskirt panty peeps she treated us to were always a feast for any guy’s lustful eyes.

“Go on,” Wendy continued, nudging her leg against mine. Her voice remained soft but was rising with excitement. “Touch my cunt! I’ve never been touched on my pussy by a man.”

I was still recovering from the shock when I felt Linda's hand on my other thigh. I turned instantly to look at her. Linda was always more demure than Wendy and wore jeans rather than skirts. But the way she moved in her bottom-clinging jeans and curve-clinging tops was always enough to get my cock rising. I looked down and saw that Linda had undone her jeans and spread her legs to reveal dark-coloured panties. Linda smiled sweetly at me. Then she spread her legs wider, hooked her thumb over the top of her panties and pulled the front down to show me her smooth-shaven sex mound.   

Beginning to realise what was going on I looked forward. Of the three girls in the seat in front one, Janet was engrossed in her phone and the other two, Sandra and Katy looked as if they were asleep. Even more than that, the high seat back in front of us shielded us from view. Linda and Wendy were putting on a private performance just for me. I got the message.

Wendy was insistent. Her bare knee beat against my leg.

“Touch me! I’m so hot! I’m wetting myself!”

A moment later my hand was on Wendy's knee then sliding up the inside of her soft smooth thigh. My hand met her pubic hair. It was so much softer than my wife's. I ruffled her bush for a moment then my fingers slipped through her forest to find the warm wet lips beneath. She gasped, quivered with sexual pleasure and nuzzled her pussy against my exploring hand when I stroked her virgin labia.

By then Linda's hand had found the hard bulging ridge of my erection through my trousers. Her fingers were gently fingering it as if she was feeling its length, girth and stiffness. I spread my legs wider for her exploring hand.

Wendy leaned across to me and whispered in my ear:

“Feel my tits while I pleasure myself.”

I was still fingering Wendy’s pussy and as she spoke her hand reached down between her spread legs. I moved my hand out of her way and watched as she massaged her pussy for a moment before she slipped two of her fingers into her vagina slit. Her hand between her legs began to smoothly and rhythmically bob up and down. I’d watched my wife pleasure herself enough times to know she was masturbating. The way Wendy's head flopped back with her eyes closed and her mouth open told me her pleasure had begun to rise immediately. Wendy's back arched as she thrust her hips and her big breasts bulged against the thin cloth of her blouse.

“Ohhh! Touch my tits!” Wendy repeated excitedly.

I fondled Wendy’s breasts through her blouse first. Feeling the hard peaks of her aroused nipples against my hand through the thin taut cloth I realised immediately she’d also taken her bra off when we'd stopped. I slid my hand inside her blouse, up her bare front and found her soft round peaches. Her hand was still stroking methodically between her legs. She grunted and quivered against me when my hand found her nipples. They felt as taut as corks. I flicked them and teased them with my thumbs the way my wife likes when I get her hot in foreplay.

I momentarily glanced toward the front of the bus. Janet, Sandra and Katy were still as oblivious to the action going on behind them as were the others forward of them.

By that time Linda was fumbling with the zip of my trousers. A moment later my trousers were unzipped and open. Underneath I was in light blue cotton briefs. The cloth was thin and they were rather skimpy, the style my wife likes, and barely contained my by now full erection. Linda’s hand was instantly inside my trousers exploring my balls and iron-hard penis through my briefs. Even in the gloom, I could see a wet patch from pre-cum where the thin cloth of my briefs stretched taut over the big round erection-swollen head of my cock.

Linda pulled my briefs down below my balls. My scrotum and penis were out and naked with my seven inches of hard muscle pointing straight up. In the light of the motorway floodlights my thick bush of pubes looked as black as soot. My stiff shaft and its big round head, swinging stiffly with the motion of the bus, gleamed smoothly and glistened with pre-cum.

As my hand enjoyed Wendy's breasts and Wendy's pussy enjoyed her fingers Linda's hand began to play with me. She ruffled my thick pubic hair, caressed my balls and gently stroked my penis, my groins and the inside tops of my thighs. I shifted forward a bit in my seat to let her fingers reach right under me between my balls and my anus. Linda’s fingers told me instantly that she knew exactly what a man wanted, and how to tease my straining penis to the absolute peak of erection stiffness and pleasure sensitivity.   

“Do you like that?” Linda whispered into my ear.

She was holding my penis shaft in her hand and brushing her thumb over its erection-swollen and pre-cum wetted head. All I could do was grunt and involuntarily thrust my hips but I think she got the message. As she was doing that I heard a whimper to my left and through her leg pressed against mine I felt the pace of Wendy's hand between her legs suddenly increase. I knew of course that she was climaxing.

Wendy let out a loud gasp. Even though she had suppressed her orgasm shriek I was surprised the girls in front didn't hear her. Wendy juddered. Her breasts swung up and forward against my hand inside her blouse as her back arched in the orgasm thrust of her hips. Her whole body jerked in the pulses of an orgasm that was obviously explosive and went on for ages. In her orgasm frenzy, she kicked Janet's seat in front of her but Janet didn't seem to notice even that. Finall,y Wendy slumped back in her seat with her eyes closed and breathing hard. I was still fondling her breasts. Her eyes opened and she turned to me.

“Oooooh! ... Hold your hand over my pussy while I'm still throbbing” she whispered.

I took my hand off Wendy's breasts and cupped it over the juice-sodden hairy mound between her spread legs. I felt her cunt thrust against my hand as her orgasm pulses slowly faded. Linda continued to play with my balls and straining hard penis as Wendy sat flopped in her seat breathing hard in her afterglow.

I was desperate to jerk a load. Final,ly release and satisfaction came.

Linda started to unbutton my shirt. While she was doing that Wendy leaned over toward me so her head was right above my crotch. Then it was my turn to grunt and judder. I felt Wendy’s tongue licking and flicking my erection-sensitised cock head. My shirt was soon fully open and as Wendy tongue-pleasured me Linda's soft fingers caressed my bare chest and played with my nipples.

After Wendy had licked my cock head for a minute or two her lips slid over my knob and she massaged it with her lips and tongue. I ran my fingers through her dark hair and my hips involuntarily thrust up trying to shove my cock as far as they could down her throat. I thought I was going to cum in her mouth, but after a couple of minutes of oral pleasure, her lips slipped off my cock.

“Was that nice?” Wendy asked, looking up at me with a big grin on her sweet young face. “I’ve seen pictures of girls doing that for men in my daddy’s dirty magazines.”

Scarcely had Wendy said that when Linda’s hand slid down my front and wrapped round my penis shaft. Linda could hardly close her petite fist round the girth of my penis shaft as she began to masturbate me but I wasn’t complaining. Her hand told me instantly that she’d wanked boys before. She stroked and tugged my shaft full length, from my pubic hair brushing her hand at one end of each stroke to her hand sliding up over my cock head at the other. Her thumb and forefinger in a ring round my shaft caught my sensitive frenulum just the way I like. I’d come along to give the girls a helping hand. Now Linda was giving me one!

While Linda pleasured my penis shaft Wendy fingered my balls as they bobbed with the strokes of Linda's hand. Her light fingers stroked my groins and reached under me to tickle me between my balls and anus. Like when my wife does that for me Wendy’s fingers were driving me wild.

My hands turned their attention to Linda. As her fingers pleasured my cock I fondled her breasts and played with her nipples through her thin tight top. I slid my other hand up inside the inside of the back of her top. I caressed the bare flesh of her back and played with her bra straps. Her flesh was as deliciously soft and smooth as it had been when she was nude for me in my daydream. I managed to get my hand down inside her jeans and inside her panties. Linda's smooth pussy was as soft, warm and wet as Wendy's. She squirmed against me with pleasure when I slipped my fingertips between her juice-wetted labia and into her vagina slit.

After ages of pleasure from Linda's and Wendy’s fingers, I guess the way I suddenly thrust my hips and how my penis suddenly stiffened in Linda's hand told her my cum was rising. Her hand eased off and she just stroked my shaft delicately with her fingertips, brushing my pre-cum sodden cock head with her thumb. Linda certainly knew how to edge a guy on the almost agonising but exquisite brink.

“He's coming!” Linda said to Wendy in a loud whisper.

Finally, Linda’s stroking took my straining cock exquisitely to orgasm. My penis jerked in Linda's hand as my orgasm exploded. I tried to stifle my orgasm grunt when the juddering of my body as Linda’s expert hand sent spurt after spurt of my semen splashing up my chest and belly. In my burst of climactic sexual pleasure,e I clutched my hand over Linda's furry sex pond. I too kicked Sandra’s seat but again she didn’t seem to notice. With my shirt open my spurting cum splashed over my naked belly and chest.

Linda’s expert fingers milked the last spurt of semen and burst of pleasure out of my pulsing penis. Her hand finally slid off my cock and cuddled my emptied balls. I sat there with my still half-erect penis swinging between my legs. My semen dripped onto Linda’s hand, trickled down my belly and caught in my pubic hair.

“Did you like that?” Linda asked, smiling sweetly at me. “Yours is the biggest cock I’ve ever wanked.” She giggled. “You took much longer to cum than my boyfriend. Sometimes he comes as soon as I touch his cock.”

Wendy reached down, picked up her white cotton panties and used them to wipe my cum off my body and my penis head. Then she gave me her semen-soaked panties, saying:

“Think about me when you wank over them” as she handed them to me.

I buttoned my shirt and put my tingling but satiated penis away. Then for the last few miles of our journey, with Wendy's panties in my hand, her legs, pussy and breasts and Linda's fingers fresh in my mind I enjoyed the pair of them in yet another meaty daydream.

Finally, we arrived at our hotel. With another big grin and spreading her legs to treat me to a last glimpse of her pussy between her bare thighs up what little there was of her skirt Wendy climbed out of the bus. Janet climbed out behind Wendy. I'd enjoyed lots of daydreams and night-time masturbation fantasies about her too. As we walked to our hotel Janet came up close to me.

“Did you enjoy that wank from Linda?” Janet said, momentarily coming close enough to me to brush her breasts against my arm. “You sounded just like my boyfriend when I wank him.”

Turning to look at her in the dim light I couldn't mistake Janet's mischievous grin. Even her floppy top couldn't hide how big the breasts I’d enjoyed so many times in my dreams were.

“Don't forget to tell us your hotel room number,” Janet added with another grin.

Then with my eyes locked on her skin-tight black leggings that looked spray-painted onto her delicious young bottom Janet strolled ahead of me into our hotel.

I realised this was going to be an event to remember.