the story, continued ?
I feel as if Teodora has snapped me out of some kind of trance when I realize that she is back at the table and speaking to me. ?My friend Marlene agrees,? she says, ?and will be here in a short while to drive us to Munich.? But I?m fixated on Keliana.
?What is it?? Teodora asks. ?Are you not pleased?? I guess I?m being non-responsive, so Teodora hits me gently on the shoulder.
?What?? I say, in a voice not very friendly.
?Are you there?? she says, laughing.
I apologize and excuse myself, saying I need to get a bit of fresh air and that I?ll be right back. Teodora nods, and I walk outside.
The street is full of people, but I am lost in my thoughts and barely notice. I keep thinking about Keliana. Damn, she doesn?t even know me, I think, and yet I?m worrying about whether I have betrayed her with Grete and Teodora. How will I ever convince her that we are meant for each other? How will I even find her?
I walk back inside the caf? and sit down at the table with Teodora. She asks me why I?m brooding. ?Did you not have fun at the sex shop, darling??
I say yes, apologize, and tell her that I?m preoccupied. Teodora smiles.
* * *
We wait for about 45 minutes before Marlene shows up. She makes quite an entrance. She is shorter than me, very curvy and feminine looking, with red hair. I had assumed she would be like Teodora, but now I begin to doubt that assumption. She marches right up to the table and kisses me on both cheeks and begins to chatter away in German. I don?t have a clue what she is saying.
?Marlene speaks no English,? Teodora says. ?She is welcoming you to Cologne, thanking you for the chance to drive you to Munich, and telling you where her car is parked.?
?Thanking me?? I say. ?Why would she thank me? I should be thanking her.?
?Marlene,? says Teodora, ?is a ? how do you say it in English ? is a very giving person.?
With that, Teodora stands up, links arms with Teodora, and gestures to me to grab my bags. The two of them lead the way out of the caf?, down the street, and to a small BMW that looks as if it can barely fit two people, let alone three. Marlene opens the trunk and I put my bags in, and then Teodora announces that I should sit in the back.
I climb into the back of the car. Teodora, who is quite tall, works her way into the front passenger seat. Marlene hops in the driver side, starts up the car, rolls down the window, shouts something in German seemingly to no one, and pulls out of the parking space with a screech. Within a few minutes, we are on the autobahn and going about 200 kilometers per hour.
For the first hour or so on the highway, Marlene turns around every couple of minutes -- taking her eyes off the road -- and asks me a question in German. I can tell it?s a question because of the tone. Teodora translates. She asks me how old I am, what my home town is like, how I like Germany, whether I like Hamburg better than Cologne, why I am going to Munich, why I am not going to Berlin, where else I am going in Europe, whether I have a girlfriend, what school is like in America, why I haven?t learned to speak German ? I?m pretty sure I am leaving out some of her questions. I answer each one, Teodora translates, and Marlene giggles and shakes her head, no matter what I say. After a while, though, this becomes rather exhausting. It?s been a long day. I tell Teodora that I?m going to try to sleep a bit.
After another hour or so, during which I?ve been drifting in and out of sleep, I feel the car slowing down. We are pulling into a rest area. I wake up, perhaps halfway, and see Teodora and Marlene both get out of the car. Teodora goes around to the driver?s side and gets behind the wheel. Marlene pushes the front passenger seat forward and climbs in the back with me.
?Should I get in the front?? I ask Teodora.
?Oh, no,? she answers. ?Marlene wants to suck your cock.?
?Huh?!?
?It?s okay, yes?? Teodora says, half questioning and half telling me what the answer will be.
Before I can say another word, Marlene has yanked off her blouse, revealing two succulent tits, silky smooth with big nipples and big aureolas. She takes one of my hands and puts it on one of her tits. Then she unzips my pants and reaches in, quickly pulling out my cock. It?s soft. She giggles and kisses it. Then she takes it in her mouth, and I am hard in a few seconds.
While Marlene sucks my cock, Teodora keeps looking back and saying things to Marlene in German. One thing she says again and again is ?Gut gemacht!? I recognize that phrase: ?Good job!?
Marlene is an amazing cocksucker, maybe even better than Grete or Teodora. I announce that I?m about to cum, and Marlene suddenly sits straight up in the back seat and begins to speak to Teodora in German. She seems to be very worried about something. She also grabs my cock and squeezes it really hard. It feels like she?s trying to keep the cum from spewing out.
?What?s going on?? I ask Teodora.
?Don?t cum. She wants you to fuck her.?
Teodora says something to Marlene, who then -- with the skill of a contortionist in the tiny back seat of the BMW -- manages to strip herself completely naked and plant herself on my cock, which is dripping with precum and standing straight up. It is only as she does this that I realize I am in her ass, and that she has a cock as big as Teodora?s poking me in the stomach.
There we are, in the back of a BMW on the autobahn between Cologne and Munich. I am riding in the car, and Marlene is riding me. She rides me like a cowboy on a steer at the rodeo, whooping and hollering and pounding herself so far down on my cock that I feel like my balls are going to go right up her ass. But somehow, she keeps me from cumming.
As Marlene continues to ride me, we pass a couple of trucks. The drivers can see what?s going on in our car, and they pull their air horns and shout things out their windows in German. This only makes Marlene fuck me harder. I wonder if they can see her huge cock.
All of a sudden, Marlene kisses me, and then moves her mouth to my left ear, sticks her tongue in my ear, and says the first English word I?ve heard from her: ?Cum!? With that, I begin to spasm, and my cock shoots several streams of cum straight up into her with such ferocity that it feels as if she is being lifted off of me the way she might if she were riding a geyser at Yellowstone Park. She screams as I fill her with my hot jizz, and her cock sprays all over me. I continue to cum in her, more cum than I think I?ve ever had, more than the day I shot my cum all over the living room at home with the Keliana magazines all laid out. And Marlene scoops up her own cum off of me, puts it in her mouth, and kisses me again.
* * *
I don?t remember getting to Munich. All I know is that I was sucked and that I fucked this amazingly hot girl, who is now driving more slowly, with Teodora in the passenger seat. I am fully awake now, and it is dawn.
?Where in Munich shall we drop you?? Teodora asks, turning around from the front seat.
I give her the address, and she says something to Marlene, who pulls up to a gentleman sitting at a bus stop. She speaks to him, and he points. He?s clearly giving directions. We drive for another few minutes, and soon we are in front of the hostel.
Marlene and Teodora get out of the car, and I climb out behind them. Marlene opens the trunk and pulls out my bags. Suddenly Marlene speaks, anxiously, to Teodora, who translates. ?Wait,? she says, ?there is something Marlene wishes to give you.?
After rummaging around in her car, Marlene emerges and produces what Teodora tells me is a gift. Marlene hands me a rather worn copy of ?Cream,? with my beloved Keliana on the cover. How did she know? Again, I have nearly forgotten Keliana, but seeing her sitting there, legs spread and the bulge of her girl cock visible, makes me remember what this trip is all about. Sure, fucking with Grete, Teodora, and Marlene has been great, but in my heart it is all prelude to Keliana.
After hugs all around, Teodora and Marlene hop in the BMW and speed away. I climb the stairs to the hostel and go to the front desk. As I am walking across the lobby, clutching my new magazine, a small piece of paper falls out onto the floor. There is a note in German, and it is signed ?Marlene.? I ask the clerk to translate for me.
?See me any time you are in Cologne,? he reads. ?Your cock filled me so good.?
I am beet red as he checks me in for my brief stay in Munich.
to be continued ...
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