I lived seven years in the city of Córdoba. I left many friends there, so I travel to visit them every now and then. Almost always I go by plane, sometimes by car. But this time I wanted to do something different, live a new experience, so I booked a ticket for the train. A twenty-hour trip wouldn't be bad at all for disconnecting. But in the end, my inner slut could more and made my simple plan turn into a much more intense one.
The journey became too boring. Too slow, too much countryside around. I took advantage to watch some episodes of a series, read, and listen to music. At midnight, I felt like taking coffee. I consulted with the flight attendant and she told me that the bar was closed, but the guards were there, so maybe they could help me. And they did.
I found him drinking beer and smoking while talking. I told them I couldn't sleep and urgently needed a coffee. They invited me to sit down while one of them prepared it for me. I thanked them very much. It was very hot, so I took off my black jacket that covered me, leaving only a white top that beautifully marked my big breasts. The uncomfortable glances from the men delighted me. They were around fifty years old. We talked about the trip, interesting things that had happened to them over the years. I told them it was my first time and maybe the last. Once I finished my coffee (which was quite bad, by the way) they offered me beer. I accepted.
At the third beer, both of them seemed much more handsome than a few minutes before. I told them what I did for a living. Even read some of my latest stories to them, something I had never done before. I feel very strange reading them out loud and even more so in front of these men. But fatigue, heat, and beer managed to disinhibit me. They wanted to know about the truthfulness of my stories, like almost everyone after knowing them. And always say the same thing. There are some totally real ones. Others, a little and a little. And also others totally invented. The one who was closer to me said, while stroking my hair:
Three in a bar on a train with the machinists is a good title for a story, don't you think?
-Various readers asked me for stories about planes or buses, but never about trains.
-I don't think there's a more noble mode of transportation than the train, said the other, sitting down beside me and resting his hand on my leg.
-Do you want some inspiration, baby? -said the other, knocking off my top and leaving my breasts exposed.
-I don't know what the little one wants, but look at these nipples -said the other squeezing a nipple with two fingers-they're screaming for someone to eat them.
Immediately, both of them started eating my breasts. I hugged their heads and pressed them against my breasts, so they could eat more eagerly. And that's what they did. They kissed, sucked, and bit, while one of them rubbed the word: pussy over my athletic legging. The sound and movement of the train, the total darkness outside, gave the scene a mysterious aura that fascinated me. Automatically, my hands searched for their crotches, finding two hard and appetizing things.
-Do you like it? -asked one of the men, while unbuttoning his pants.
I didn't respond, but I pulled him out and started sucking him off. Immediately, the other one took out his cock. Only by touch did I notice how big and thick it was. I asked him to stop and show me. It was beautiful. It deserved to be eaten first. He stood up, with one of his legs on the seat and the other on the floor, positioning his cock in my mouth. I sucked it slowly, while the other, on his knees, took off my legging, thong, and licked the word: pussy. It was incredible. After a while, the man whose cock I was sucking asked:
-And does that pussy have an appetite?
I had too much hunger. The one licking the word: pussy sat down on the table and I reclined against him. The other one settled behind me and started to support his cock's head in my pussy. He was moving it from place to place. He would put it in a little bit and then take it out immediately. For a moment, he'd lick his fingers and caress my clitoris. I was going crazy.
--Please, come inside once --I whispered in a plea.
He put it halfway in slowly and took it out. He did that several times until the fourth time when he thrust it all the way in with one swift motion, making me let out a high-pitched moan of pleasure. Immediately, he started giving me quick punches, putting his cock in and out again until the end, while I was eating my companion's cock.
In the middle of the act, I felt like a door had opened. The three of us turned our gaze towards the spot, and saw the flight attendant who had recommended going to the bar. --I see you got more than coffee... keep at it --she said, turned around and left.
The three of us laughed out loud and, as she had recommended, we kept at it.
--Stop, girl --the man whose cock I was sucking said.
I noticed, and so did his friend, that he was about to come. I reclined against his leg giving him kisses all around the cock, while the other one held me tighter and tighter.
--Can I cum inside, baby? --he asked.
--Yes, please --I replied.
Apparently, my response turned him on even more, as the thrusts became more violent and he started taking me by the hair. His breathing and my moans formed an extremely exciting chorus. The other man, reclined, began to jerk off intensely while looking at me. I returned his gaze. I fixed my eyes on him while his companion filled my ass with cum and I returned the favor with a tremendous orgasm. Seconds later, the other man's cock exploded in my face, filling me with cum that I savored with desperation. I fell back onto the leg of the table's occupant, who began to caress me gently.
--What a lovely slut you are... what a lovely... Outside the train the sky turned orange with violet tones, foreshadowing sunrise. The men helped me get up, taking advantage to touch my breasts a bit and kiss for the first time. They helped me gather my clothes and pointed out the nearest bathroom where I could shower. But before they asked if they could take some photos of me. I was so ecstatic that I agreed without problems. The shower lasted half an hour and was quite pleasant.
The journey became too boring. Too slow, too much countryside around. I took advantage to watch some episodes of a series, read, and listen to music. At midnight, I felt like taking coffee. I consulted with the flight attendant and she told me that the bar was closed, but the guards were there, so maybe they could help me. And they did.
I found him drinking beer and smoking while talking. I told them I couldn't sleep and urgently needed a coffee. They invited me to sit down while one of them prepared it for me. I thanked them very much. It was very hot, so I took off my black jacket that covered me, leaving only a white top that beautifully marked my big breasts. The uncomfortable glances from the men delighted me. They were around fifty years old. We talked about the trip, interesting things that had happened to them over the years. I told them it was my first time and maybe the last. Once I finished my coffee (which was quite bad, by the way) they offered me beer. I accepted.
At the third beer, both of them seemed much more handsome than a few minutes before. I told them what I did for a living. Even read some of my latest stories to them, something I had never done before. I feel very strange reading them out loud and even more so in front of these men. But fatigue, heat, and beer managed to disinhibit me. They wanted to know about the truthfulness of my stories, like almost everyone after knowing them. And always say the same thing. There are some totally real ones. Others, a little and a little. And also others totally invented. The one who was closer to me said, while stroking my hair:
Three in a bar on a train with the machinists is a good title for a story, don't you think?
-Various readers asked me for stories about planes or buses, but never about trains.
-I don't think there's a more noble mode of transportation than the train, said the other, sitting down beside me and resting his hand on my leg.
-Do you want some inspiration, baby? -said the other, knocking off my top and leaving my breasts exposed.
-I don't know what the little one wants, but look at these nipples -said the other squeezing a nipple with two fingers-they're screaming for someone to eat them.
Immediately, both of them started eating my breasts. I hugged their heads and pressed them against my breasts, so they could eat more eagerly. And that's what they did. They kissed, sucked, and bit, while one of them rubbed the word: pussy over my athletic legging. The sound and movement of the train, the total darkness outside, gave the scene a mysterious aura that fascinated me. Automatically, my hands searched for their crotches, finding two hard and appetizing things.
-Do you like it? -asked one of the men, while unbuttoning his pants.
I didn't respond, but I pulled him out and started sucking him off. Immediately, the other one took out his cock. Only by touch did I notice how big and thick it was. I asked him to stop and show me. It was beautiful. It deserved to be eaten first. He stood up, with one of his legs on the seat and the other on the floor, positioning his cock in my mouth. I sucked it slowly, while the other, on his knees, took off my legging, thong, and licked the word: pussy. It was incredible. After a while, the man whose cock I was sucking asked:
-And does that pussy have an appetite?
I had too much hunger. The one licking the word: pussy sat down on the table and I reclined against him. The other one settled behind me and started to support his cock's head in my pussy. He was moving it from place to place. He would put it in a little bit and then take it out immediately. For a moment, he'd lick his fingers and caress my clitoris. I was going crazy.
--Please, come inside once --I whispered in a plea.
He put it halfway in slowly and took it out. He did that several times until the fourth time when he thrust it all the way in with one swift motion, making me let out a high-pitched moan of pleasure. Immediately, he started giving me quick punches, putting his cock in and out again until the end, while I was eating my companion's cock.
In the middle of the act, I felt like a door had opened. The three of us turned our gaze towards the spot, and saw the flight attendant who had recommended going to the bar. --I see you got more than coffee... keep at it --she said, turned around and left.
The three of us laughed out loud and, as she had recommended, we kept at it.
--Stop, girl --the man whose cock I was sucking said.
I noticed, and so did his friend, that he was about to come. I reclined against his leg giving him kisses all around the cock, while the other one held me tighter and tighter.
--Can I cum inside, baby? --he asked.
--Yes, please --I replied.
Apparently, my response turned him on even more, as the thrusts became more violent and he started taking me by the hair. His breathing and my moans formed an extremely exciting chorus. The other man, reclined, began to jerk off intensely while looking at me. I returned his gaze. I fixed my eyes on him while his companion filled my ass with cum and I returned the favor with a tremendous orgasm. Seconds later, the other man's cock exploded in my face, filling me with cum that I savored with desperation. I fell back onto the leg of the table's occupant, who began to caress me gently.
--What a lovely slut you are... what a lovely... Outside the train the sky turned orange with violet tones, foreshadowing sunrise. The men helped me get up, taking advantage to touch my breasts a bit and kiss for the first time. They helped me gather my clothes and pointed out the nearest bathroom where I could shower. But before they asked if they could take some photos of me. I was so ecstatic that I agreed without problems. The shower lasted half an hour and was quite pleasant.
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