Thirsty on the Train

You have of course heard the classic male expression that all pussies are the same. Some ignorant men look bewildered upon hearing this sentence because for them a pussy is nothing more than a hole between a woman's thighs.

And for them, what difference can one hole have from another hole? None. There are, of course, also the more specialized ones. Those who can tell you differences in color, the size of the clitoris and lips, as well as the tightness of the pussy hole. Thank goodness they are not like the previous ones who put all pussies in the same bag. And finally, there are the experienced ones. The connoisseurs. Those who can talk to you for hours about the differences of a woman's little hole.

Its aroma, the taste of its juices, the sensitivity of its clitoris, and a host of tiny details that, however, make the difference. To tell you the truth, apart from my own little pussy, I haven't seen another. So I have no opinion nor the inclination to deal with this subject. What has been troubling me for quite some time, however, is the male genitalia.

Just like pussies, cocks are not the same among themselves either. At first, I too measured the differences superficially. How long a cock is, if it's thick or thin, and of course if it's hard or soft. To tell you the truth, I had never had group sex and so until today I hadn't had the opportunity to put two cocks side by side and start making comparisons. I always graded the cock of each of my lovers against those of my former fuckers. Lately, however, I had this desire. To hold two cocks in my hands at the same time and start making comparisons. In fact, my interest flared up when I read on your site that cum tastes completely different from one another.

And well, I could taste my boyfriend's cum at any time. I would give him a blowjob and fill my mouth with his thick liquid. But how could I remember what the cum of the previous ones tasted like? Whenever I had such thoughts, I felt my body awakening. It was evident that this "tasting" game was unsettling me. So I decided to play it at the first opportunity, even if only once and for all. And that opportunity was given to me a week ago. Takis, the boy I've been in a relationship with for a year now and who, the way things are going, will become official, works as a teacher in an elementary school in Larissa. I live with my parents in Volos. So every Friday afternoon I take the train and go to find him. We spend the weekend together and on Monday morning I'm back in Volos. So this Friday too, I found myself on the train bound for Larissa. I was in a compartment and trying to solve a crossword puzzle to pass the time. Suddenly the door opened and three young men entered the tiny room. Laughter, shouts, noise that annoyed me. All three sat opposite me while I continued to solve the crossword. I didn't pay them any attention, I didn't even lift my eyes from the magazine, but I was sure their eyes were fixed on me. A smile formed on my face. It was more than certain that they were engaging in that very masculine sport. They were undressing me with their eyes. With my imagination, I tried to put myself in their place. I wondered how each of them imagined me. How he truly "saw" my breasts, my thighs, and especially my pussy. Each one differently.

At the same time, their own erotic area came to my mind. I wondered what their cocks were like, their balls, and finally their cum. A shiver ran through my body. Unconsciously, my thighs opened. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw them nudging each other. I was sure my white panties were visible from where they were sitting. Moreover, my skirt was not only short but, the way I was sitting carelessly, it had ridden up quite a bit.

I rested the magazine on the seat and closed my eyes. In my mind, I formed the image of them as I wanted it. Three youthful cocks sitting opposite me threatening my pussy. And just with that thought, I felt a trickle of my juices slowly, torturously crossing my little hole.

"Do you need help?" I opened my eyes. I looked bewildered. "Do you need help with the crossword?" one of the young men asked again. "Can I have the magazine?" Without answering, I grabbed the magazine and offered it towards him. The pencil that was between its pages rolled onto the floor. He knelt and picked it up. The tip of the pencil touched my leg. Starting from low, it traversed its entire length and ended up rubbing my thighs. I was ready to give him a strong slap for his audacity, but my body had gone numb. His fingers began to caress my thighs and ended up at my moist panties. I moaned.

I wanted like crazy to get fucked by all three of these bold young men. My mind went to Takis. I froze. I had never cheated on him and I had no intention of doing so. And yet. My body craved these three youthful creatures.

Now his hands had lifted my little blouse and his fingers were pressing forcefully on my erect nipples. I groaned with lust. I was ready to throw off the few clothes I was wearing and offer my holes to these raw youths. I restrained myself. I found the strength to remove his hands from my breasts. He looked at me reproachfully.

"You know," I whispered to him, "I would really like it but I can't. You understand." The young man fell heavily onto his seat. He muttered something. And all three young men were moaning and their faces had turned crimson with lust. I felt sorry for them, just as I felt sorry for myself because I was losing the chance to realize my craziest fantasy. I took a deep breath trying to calm down. I bent down to pick up the magazine.

My gaze fell between their legs. All three had an excessive bulge. I couldn't bear to suffer anymore. I knelt and began to unzip their trousers. They watched me motionless. I took their cocks out. I looked at them insatiably. I had three hard cocks in front of me.

I brought my face close to the first one. I touched it and smelled it. It was wonderful. Long, thin, full of little veins, with a crimson cockhead that trembled at every touch of mine. His balls, hard like two large eggs, were trembling inside their sack. I licked his cockhead a few times and approached the second one.

A short, thick cock that I was sure would make any pussy hole suffer from its thickness. At its tip, a huge cockhead like a mushroom twitched at every touch of my tongue, while his balls had gathered and disappeared beneath the base of his cock. I left this cock too for a while and dealt with the third and last one.

It was a wonderful creation of nature. A huge cock the likes of which I had never seen before. I couldn't get enough of licking it and gently crunching it with my teeth. The young man groaned and thrust his body towards me. We could no longer turn back. All four of us were excessively aroused. I licked their cocks one by one, starting from the base and ending at the tip of their cockheads, trying with my tongue to open their tiny holes. Every so often I would plunge their cocks into my mouth and wrap my lips tightly around their shaft, making them tremble and howl with lust. I naturally didn't neglect to suck their balls one by one, giving them waves of pleasure. My lips were filled with saliva, pre-cum, and small tufts of their pubic hair. Every so often I would wipe them with my palm and continue giving them blowjobs they surely hadn't even imagined in their dreams. The end was approaching, just as the end of the journey was approaching. An attendant called out to the passengers to get ready because the train was entering Larissa. I intensified my efforts. The result came quickly. One by one, each cock emptied its cum into my hot mouth. I couldn't get enough of sucking and swallowing their warm, rich cock juice. My stomach filled with their thick fluid. The train stopped abruptly. I grabbed my bag and jumped out of the compartment, leaving the three young men trying to get dressed. I got off and with my gaze I searched for Takis. He was there. He was waiting for me, as always, with longing. I fell into his embrace. Our lips joined in a hot, passionate kiss. He looked at me strangely.

"What did you eat?" he asked me. "Your mouth is sticky." I didn't answer. With my tongue, I gathered the last drops of the wonderful cocktail.