Vintage Keliana (with story)

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the story, continued ?

The effect of Grete?s question ? ?Do you like it?? ? is immediate. I stand up and begin to shoot stream after stream of cum into my pants. I grunt loudly. Grete places one soft hand over my mouth to muffle the sound, and puts her other on my cock, caressing it through my pants. This makes me cum more, creating a large, visible wet spot between my legs. As my orgasm subsides, Grete takes one hand from my mouth and replaces it with the one that has on it some of the cum that went through my pants. She spreads it on my lips and kisses me, thrusting her tongue into me while she again rubs my wet pants. I feel my cock begin to spurt again.

Finally, completely spent, I collapse into the chair Grete moves forward and lifts her skirt again to take out her small, smooth cock. It sticks straight out. She puts it right up against my mouth, and commands me. ?Kiss it!?

Grete works her cock right between my lips. I want it so much, but feel like I am betraying Keliana. ?Suck it!? As I do, Grete leans over and bites my ear gently and then sticks her tongue in my ear, which sends a chill through me and causes my own cock to leak again. I shudder.

Suddenly, Grete moves back and her cock comes out of my mouth. As if reading my mind, she says, ?I want your full attention. We will continue this later.?

* * *

It turns out that Grete has a small, studio-like apartment in the back of the hostel, in which she lives rent-free in exchange for her shifts at the front desk. She gives me explicit instructions to come to her door later that night, after she is finished working at the sex shop. ?Knock four times,? she tells me, ?and then come in.? She adds, ?You should rest until then. We will be very busy.?

I gather my copy of ?Young Love No. 1,? pay for it at the counter, and begin to leave.

?Do not look any more at that magazine tonight,? Grete warns me. ?You will need all your energy. Do clean yourself up before you come to my room.?

* * *

Later that night, I knock on Grete?s door and enter a small studio apartment, essentially a living room with a bed off to one side, a small kitchenette, and a bathroom. Grete stands there in black lingerie. She has small tits and a small bulge in her panties. Her hair cascades over her shoulders. The lights are dimmed, and there are candles lit.

?I am glad you are visiting,? she says. ?I so hoped that you would not be scared away.?

I notice just how pretty she is. Keliana is beautiful, exotic, and mysterious looking. Grete has a ?girl-next-door? look, quite attractive and, I realize, very sexy.

She comes puts her arms around my waste, pulling me close. ?You have never had a girlfriend,? she says, in a tone that is half question and half statement. ?You are a virgin, yes??

Before I can answer, she puts her sweet, full lips to mine and kisses me, quite romantically. Her entire body seems to melt into me, and I kiss back fervently. My cock hardens in my pants, I can feel Grete?s mouth turn to a smile. She grinds herself against my hard cock.

After what seems an eternity, Grete breaks away, takes my hand, sits me on her bed, unbuckles my belt, and begins to pull my pants down. Once they are off, she falls to her knees, takes my hard cock in her hand, and begins to stroke it up and down. Her hands are soft and warm. Precum oozes from the tip of my cock, which she uses to lubricate me. ?Please, control yourself,? she says. ?I have much to show you.?

I nod and try to stem the rising feeling of hot cum churning in my balls. She stops stroking and kisses the tip of my cock, covering her tongue with my precum, then rises and kisses me again. I taste myself in a completely different way. ?You like cum when it is shared,? she says.

Grete gets back on her knees and admonishes me again to control myself. Then she begins to suck on my cock, first taking about swallowing about half of it but then reaching up, grabbing my hand, and putting it on the back of her head. From her movements, I can tell she wants me to push her mouth down so that she has every inch of me in her, all the way to my balls. More precum oozes out, but I control the tremendous urge to cum. She does this for a few minutes, and then stops, crawls up on the bed, lies on her back, and says, ?Bring your cock to me, baby. I want you to fuck my mouth, just like a pussy.?

I do as told, fucking Grete?s mouth slowly, with long strokes. I can feel tingling inside of her mouth. She begins to massage my balls and I feel them tighten. She looks at me and nods her head, while my cock is still in her mouth. This is a signal, and suddenly I begin to spew cum into Grete?s mouth, never slowing down my fucking of her. Just before I feel as if there is no more left, Grete grabs my cock, pulls it outr, squeezes it tightly, and coaxes one last stream of hot jizz right onto her lips. She jumps up quickly, grabs my head, and sticks her tongue in my mouth. We kiss, and I swallow a bit of my own cum. She repeats, ?You like cum when it is shared.?

Grete tells me to strip completely, and we lie together on the bed, arm in arm. She puts one leg over me, and I feel wetness. Her little dick is leaking. ?It is fine. I always cum a little when I am sucking.?

We lie there for a while, silently, until Grete suddenly speaks. ?There is much more we can do,? she says. ?Would you like to?? I nod.

?I want you to suck me, not like at the sex shop, but as I sucked you.? She sits on me, straddling my face and placing her now-hard cock right in my mouth. ?Remember what I did for you, and do that for me.?

Soon, she is fucking my mouth. Her cock tastes delicious from the small bit of cum that already leaked from her. In only a few minutes, she fills my entire mouth and throat with a massive amount of warm, delicious cum, much different than what my own is like. Grete?s cum is sweet, with the consistency of honey warmed to flow more easily. I realize that I could get used to drinking this every day!

Grete gets off of me and again gives me a cum-sharing kiss. My cock becomes as hard as I can ever remember. Pulling off her lingerie, Grete presents herself to me completely naked. She pulls me to the edge of the bed, has me sit, and climbs onto my lap. I can feel my cock touching the smoothness of her thighs and her ass. She kisses me again, and spreads her legs wide to straddle me. Her cock is against my stomach, and I feel more precum oozing from my own cock.

Grete reaches behind herself and massages my hard cock, and, with the same hand, grabs one of my hands and pushes it down her back to her ass. ?Put your finger in me,? she whispers in my ear. This is new to me. I push my middle finger against her asshole. She groans and speaks. ?I want to give you my pussy.?

I press in deeper, and her tight back pussy gives way. ?Fuck me with your finger,? Grete says. I do, and then she tells me to taste it. I am pleasantly surprised by the taste of the nectar of flowers.

?Put it back in,? Grete insists. ?Make me ready for you.?

Her back pussy is so tight and wonderful, and as I fuck her with my finger, her cock jumps against my stomach. My own continues leaking.

?I want you inside of me,? Grete mumbles. She hoists herself up just a bit from my lap and sits right down on my hard cock. I feel some resistance, but quickly I am in her all the way to my balls. ?I used your natural lubricant,? she says. ?It?s the best way?

It is a wonderful feeling, as good as her cock in my mouth. ?Please, kiss my breasts,? she says. ?Suck on my nipples.?

Grete?s breasts are small and beautiful, with rock-hard pink nipples that quiver as my hot breath hits them, even before she feels the wetness of my mouth. Suddenly, a hot, clear stream drips out of Grete?s cock onto my stomach. ?I have more,? she whispers.

As Grete continues to bounce up and down on my cock, I feel it become harder and fatter inside of her. She is clearly enjoying this. She begins to shake her head from side to side, guttural sounds come from her, and I hear an occasional deep moan. Her back pussy feels as if it is on fire.

All of a sudden, I feel as if I am going to cum. Grete can feel it, too, so she slows down and says, ?Wait. Cum with me, when I kiss you.? She resumes her bouncing. I feel the tip of my cock hitting something hard inside of her. My balls are so tight, and I can barely keep from bursting. Thankfully, at this moment, Grete lets out a loud scream and then covers my mouth with hers. My cock begins to shoot cum deep into her as hers sprays my stomach. I feel one, then another, and then another big spurt from me into her back pussy. She keeps her mouth on mine, and our tongues dance together furiously as we both shoot our hot jizz.

After a minute or two, Grete leans back away, still impaled on my cock. I feel cum dripping onto my legs from her pussy. She climbs off, gets on her knees, and licks cum off my legs and stomach, and then takes my softening cock in her mouth. When I am clean, she kisses me and then says, ?Time for bed.? We snuggle close together and fall asleep.

* * *

Light streams through the window and I awake the next morning to see Grete, looking beautiful, scurrying about. She is dressed. ?Take your time. Come see me at the front desk before you gou out to explore Hamburg.? She runs over, kisses me quickly, and goes out her door.

I begin to rise. Grete rushes back in, opens a closet door, and grabs something. ?I nearly forgot,? she says. ?This is for you. I bet you have never seen this one.? She tosses ?Tight Ropes? across the room, with Keliana on the cover. Grete almost made me forget her.

?Do you see what it says?? Grete asks. ?Tied and bound. Perhaps you will like what you see, and we can play again tonight.? And then she is gone.

to be continued ...

[keliana]

I've been reading all this with unbridled lust, feeling the pursuit and the heat building up. Can't wait for the next installment. Glad you like the magazines.

Keliana

[bigjoe]

youre just so erotic keliana! so so gorgeous!
kisssssssssssssss from ireland
jock your mate

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the story, continued …

My plan had been to spend the entire day seeing all the sights of Hamburg and then ask Grete out for a proper date, since she told me that tonight she doesn’t have to work at the sex shop. But I get a late start. With her invitation to take my time, I decide to explore “Tight Ropes” instead, and quickly find the Keliana spread. I am mesmerized. The promise of the front cover, “tied and bound,” is fulfilled on every page. There is my Keliana, tied to a bed in various poses. In one picture, she is face down, with a butt plug in her beautiful ass and sexy stockings up to her thighs. In another, she lies on her back, completely naked but for powder-blue silk panties, seeming to beckon me to the bed with her smile. In the next picture, she has pushed the panties to the side and her delicious girl cock is pointing straight up. And in yet another, a close up of that picture, I see a small drop of her delicious cum on the tip of her cock. This makes me so hard that I must cum myself. With reckless abandon, I look for and find a pair of Grete’s silk panties, nearly the same color. I want Keliana so bad that I must recreate the scene. I use Grete’s panties, feeling the silk against my cock, rubbing and rubbing until I shoot my load into them. Not knowing what else to do, I stuff them in the pocket of my pants.

By now, I’ve devoted an hour of my day to Keliana instead of to sightseeing. I straighten Grete’s bed, sniffing the sheets and smelling sex, before putting on my clothes, going to my bed in the hostel, and putting her panties – soaked with my jizz – under the pillow. After a shower and a change of clothes, I head downstairs, where she is checking in a couple of teenage girls from another part of Germany. She smiles when she sees me. I wait for her to finish, and ask her about going out that night. She agrees.

* * *

It’s a beautiful day in Hamburg, and I wander the city. I especially like the waterfront. All day, though, I see things that remind me of Keliana. When I stop at a caf? in the mid-afternoon and close my eyes for a few moments, I first see Grete bouncing on my cock, but very quickly she is replaced by a vision of Keliana. I am obsessed.

Later, Grete and I enjoy a traditional German meal at a small restaurant in the city, and then we take a walk through the city for about an hour. She holds on to my arm as we walk, and it feels like she is my girlfriend. My heart and mind are racing. Obviously, Grete is the first girl with whom I have had sex. She’s pretty, and she’s nice. I really like her. But thoughts of Keliana, of Keliana’s smoldering sexuality, of Keliana in bed, of Keliana in a garden, of Keliana sitting on a wall, always overcome the pictures of Grete in my mind. How is it possible, I wonder, when I have only seen Keliana’s cock in a magazine but had Grete’s cock in my mouth?

We make our way back to the hostel and to Grete’s room. She asks me about “Tight Ropes.” I tell her how aroused it made me. She goes to the same closet and pulls out some long, silken cords. “Tie me to the bed,” she says, and gets up on all fours with her hands by the bedposts. I oblige, and when her hands are secured she instructs me to take off her skirt and panties. Her beautiful behind stares at me, and her blonde hair cascades down her back and over her silk blouse. I stare at her for a few moments, lusting after the delicious cock that is dangling in view.

“What do I do now?” I ask.

Grete giggles. “Pound me like a slut,” she says. “Fuck me like you want to break me in half.”

“But ...,” I begin to protest.

“It’s okay,” she says. “I want it, for me.”

I fuck Grete so hard that rather than feeling like she’ll break in half, I feel as if my cock is going to fall off. She fucks me back, moving her back pussy onto my cock with such ferocity that it’s hard to believe it’s the same girl from the night before. But when it’s time to cum in Grete, I imagine that I’m filling Keliana.

* * *

The next day, the Hamburg portion of my trip to Germany is over. Grete takes me out for breakfast before checking me out of the hostel. She even sees me to the train station, where I’m bound for Cologne, and then Munich, before making my way back to Frankfurt for a flight to Paris. I so want to visit Berlin, but my aunts and uncles who paid for the trip said no.

At the train station, Grete kisses me full on the lips, rubs my cock through my pants, and whispers in my ear. “I know you took my panties.”

I nod.

“Was I really your first?” she asks. “Tell me the truth.”

“Yes,” I reply.

“Well, I wish I would see you again, but I know you are on a quest.”

I tell her that I’m just going to Cologne and Munich for sightseeing, and nothing more.

“No, silly,” she says, laughing. “That is not what I mean.” As the train whistle blows, and the conductor shouts that all of us on the platform must board the train, Grete reaches into her bag and hands me a magazine. “I mean this quest,” she says. “You are looking for Keliana. I know it. I could feel it when you were inside of me last night.”

I hold “Baby Dolls” in my hands, with Keliana on the cover, the sun streaming through a window and lighting her up in a yellow dress. The cover describes it as “the magazine of sexy little creatures,” with “cute little nymphets who love to fondle and explore.” I am growing conspicuously aroused by the thought of fondling a little nymphet named Keliana, and of being fondled by her, and of mutual exploration. What hidden treasures are beneath that yellow dress? Damn! Again, I feel myself leaking.

My thoughts are cut short by the sound of Grete’s voice. She gives me a quick peck on the cheek and begins to run up the platform toward the station. “Don’t forget me!” she shouts.

How could I? Even if I find my Keliana, there will always be Grete, my first in the flesh. And now I know exactly what to do with Keliana, thanks to Grete.

to be continued ...

[keliana]

Great latest installment. Amazing how well you write and how it develops, there are even surprising turns to the events too..you ARE a good writer of erotica! I am turned on every time I read it!

Thanks again for making it all happen with my photos

Keliana

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Originally Posted by keliana

Great latest installment. Amazing how well you write and how it develops, there are even surprising turns to the events too..you ARE a good writer of erotica! I am turned on every time I read it!

Thanks again for making it all happen with my photos

Keliana

Thank you, darling. Even though I'm sharing this story on the forum, it's really all for you. And you know just what I need to keep it going. I promise another installment later today.

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the story, continued …

The train ride to Cologne is a blur -- mostly the blur of my fist rubbing up and down on my cock in the rest room. I take my copy of “Baby Dolls” in with me as soon as the conductor collects my ticket, and despite the banging on the door from other passengers I stay in there for what seems like two hours. I have a new dildo that I bought in Hamburg -- did I mention that? -- with a suction cup beneath the balls, and it works perfectly on the toilet cover. Sitting with it deep in my ass, I flip through the pages of the magazine, finding the full spread in which Keliana is relieved of her yellow dress.

Indeed, as the series of photos shows, she is the epitome of a “cute little nymphet who loves to fondle and explore.” The spread is the story of Keliana as a babysitter, who arrives to watch some young children. She comes to the door in her yellow dress, in the late afternoon, and the mother and father greet her and give her instructions. Then they leave. Keliana plays with the children for a while, but soon it is dark and time for them to go to bed. Keliana tucks them in, and settles onto the couch in the living room.

We see the lovely Keliana on the couch, seemingly engrossed by a magazine she is reading. And then we notice that there is a young man, who looks to be about my age, peering through the window. Apparently, he is a neighbor. A closeup reveals that Keliana is looking at an adult magazine. The young man outside has a shocked look on his face, because he realizes first that Keliana is masturbating furiously to the pictures in the magazine. She fondles her breasts through her yellow dress. Then he sees that Keliana’s hand is wrapped around her cock, sticking straight out of her panties.

The young man knocks on the door, and Keliana scurries to hide herself. She opens the door, and the neighbor explains who he is and that he has come by to pick up a book that the father had left for him. Keliana remembers the father telling her that he might come by, and so she lets him in.

Pretty soon, the young neighbor is chatting up Keliana, all the while staring at the spot under her dress where her cock has remained hard and is bulging out. The text becomes quite explicit.

“What’s that you have there? A hard dick?” he asks Keliana. In the next photo, they are kissing, and Keliana is rubbing the bulge in his pants. A few photos later, they are completely naked, and the sucking and fucking begins.

I pump my own cock like a madman, and cum several times. I cum to the guy in the magazine sucking Keliana’s beautiful cock. I cum to Keliana taking his cock deep inside of her. I cum to the two of them spraying cum on each other.

Finally, I leave the rest room to make my way back to my seat. I guess I must have made some noise, because the passengers closest to the rest room give me knowing looks. A couple of them smile.

As we near Cologne, the conductor comes to my compartment and hands me a piece of paper. On it is a note, in halting English, written by a passenger who asked the conductor to deliver it to me. It is an address in Cologne, and these words: “I like make suck with you.” He smiles and leaves.

* *

In Cologne, I check into another hostel. There is no Grete at the front desk. I am exhausted and quite spent from my masturbation on the train, so after leaving my things I find a quiet caf? and have dinner. I go to sleep early. The next day, I see the sights of Cologne, and spend an especially long time at the beautiful cathedral. As the day winds down, I begin to think about the note from the train, and I ask someone to direct me to the address. He looks at me with some concern, but sends me on my way.

I come to a rather run-down part of the city, and find the address. It is a small bar, and I look very out of place. I sit down at one of the few empty tables, and decide to order a beer. A woman steps to my side and asks me in German what I would like. I ask her if she speaks English, and she asks me, in turn and in English, how I found this particular bar. I tell her that I was given the address on the train from Hamburg, although I don’t tell her about the rest of the note.

As she goes to get my beer, I look around, wondering if I’ll notice the person who had the conductor give me the note. When the waitress returns, she says, “When you finish your beer, go down the hall to the second door on the right.”

* * *

It’s amazing what a beer can do to loosen you up sometimes, but this one was particularly effective. As I take my last sip, I feel ready for anything. Throwing caution to the wind, I head down the hallway and open the door. As I do, a small red light comes on, just enough to see. There is a small stool and a screen. Suddenly, I hear the sound of a small movie projector, like the ones at school, and there is a grainy film flickering on the wall. In it, a man -- obviously a man, but dressed as a woman -- is sucking a cock that pokes through a hole in the wall. There is no sound other than the projector’s sound.

I find this very arousing. My cock hardens, and I begin to stroke it through my pants. Soon I hear a voice, and I trace it to a small hole in the wall. The voice says, “Your cock.” It doesn’t take me long to figure out that the voice wants my hard cock put in the hole, which I do -- without even thinking twice.

Suddenly, I feel a warm, wet mouth on my cock, and a few fingers grasping the shaft. This is so surprising, and so arousing, that it takes me nearly no time to shoot a large amount of hot cum, which I can tell is being swallowed by someone very hungry for it on the other side of the wall. I cum so hard that I collapse onto the stool.

A moment later, there is a knock at the door. I open it, and in walks a woman in a yellow dress much like Keliana’s in the magazine I jerked off to on the train. She is at least 6 inches taller than me, and oozes sexiness, with lipstick smeared on her face and what I assume to be my cum dampening the area all around her mouth. Emphatically, she says, “Me!” Then she lifts her dress and pulls out the largest cock I have ever seen. It makes Grete’s look like a clit on a girl.

The creature puts her hand on my head and pushes me down on my knees. I begin to lick her beautiful cock and then take it into my mouth to suck. I swirl my tongue around her glans as she moans and pushes her giant dick deeper and deeper down my throat. After a few minutes, she begins to cum. I get the first shot right into my mouth, but then she grabs her cock and begins to stroke it with abandon, which causes her to release stream after stream of steaming hot liquid all over my face and outstretched tongue.

When she finally stops spurting, she reaches down, puts a hand under one of my arms, pulls me up, and licks the cum right off my face. Then she pushes me down onto the stool, adjusts her dress, kisses me harshly on my mouth, and walks out of the small room.

After a few minutes, I feel composed enough to leave. I wipe my face on my sleeve, open the door, and walk back out into the bar. Every patron watches me, and then they spontaneously begin to clap and laugh. I run out to the street.

* *

As I make my way back to the hostel, the taste of cum in my mouth and my face sticky with the dried reminder of the face-fucking I have just taken, I find myself oddly aroused. I begin to think about Keliana, and I wonder whether a girl like her would ever want a guy like me after everything that has happened in Germany. Thinking about Keliana, though, gets me aroused again. Near the hostel, I find a sex shop like the one Grete works in back in Hamburg. I enter, and walk right up to the front counter. Even I can smell sex on myself, and I know he can. I tell him precisely what I’m looking for.

A short while later, I am back at the hostel, in a room with other guys who are trying to sleep as I, with the small light that shines through the window, work hard to image that the beautiful crack of Keliana’s smooth, delicious ass is really in the bed, right next to me, instead of just her picture on the cover of my newest acquisition, “Teachers Pet.”

to be continued ...

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the story, continued ?

I sleep late the next morning. When I awake, the room in the hostel is empty except for me. ?Teacher?s Pet? lies open on my bed, a picture of Keliana -- with her exquisite cock sticking straight out into the camera -- there for all to see. I wonder who did see. Did every one of the guys sleeping in that room see the magazine before they left? What must they think of me?

As I get out of the bed, I feel my cock sticking to the boxer shorts I slept in. I know that feeling; it?s the remnants of a cum shot. I taste cum in my mouth, too, and my hand smells of cum. I realize that I must have jerked myself off in my sleep, dreaming of Keliana, and brought the hot load to my mouth. There?s a word for what I?ve become.

?Cumslut.? Yes, that?s the word. I hear it whispered as I leave the hostel after showering and dressing. There are two guys in the lobby, and they eye me as I come down the stairs and make my way to the door. Yes, the whisper ?cumslut,? but I think they said it loud enough to make sure I heard.

My day in Cologne is largely uneventful. I see some more sites and have a nice lunch late in the afternoon. But my mind wanders. I keep reliving the events of yesterday in my mind. As I walk around the city, every beautiful woman I see becomes an imaginary lover, pounding her cock into my face and giving me her sweet load. I imagine girl cocks spraying cum in my mouth and on my face. As I get harder and harder, and more and more thirsty for cum, my mind focuses on the cock of my dreams -- Keliana?s cock.

I have a ticket on the night train to Munich, my last stop in Germany before moving on to France. I return to the hostel to collect my things, making sure to tuck my growing collection of Keliana magazines into an easily accessible pocket in my traveling bag. I don?t know what the ?situation? will be on the train, but I know that I won?t last the night without some of my cum. I guess I really am a ?cumslut.?

* * *

When I arrive at the Cologne train station for the trip to Munich, there is announcement that the departure has been delayed for 1 hour due to mechanical problems. I decide to explore the area immediately surrounding the station, and leave my bags in a locker. Out on the street, my growing arousal seems to guide me directly to a sex shop. I make my way to the section with the special girls, and after some searching I find a new magazine to buy. ?Blue Weekend No. 23? features Keliana on the cover, with high heels, in the arms of a guy who is pulling up her little black dress to reveal her naked ass. They are kissing.

This picture makes me so hard that I can?t even wait to leave the shop to look inside, and so I tear open the wrapper and begin to flip through the pages to find the full spread. Suddenly, a clerk is next to me, yelling in German. I don?t understand his words, but I can tell he?s angry. He grabs the magazine from my hand.

A moment later, there is a beautiful woman by my side, with her hand on my shoulder, yelling at the clerk in German. I don?t know what she is saying, but she prevails. The clerk hands Keliana -- rather, the magazine -- back to me and says, in English, ?I am sorry.?

The woman who intervened whispers in my ear, in English. ?It?s okay,? she says. ?He is just doing his job. You are not supposed to open the magazines until you pay.?

?Thank you,? I reply.

She asks to see the magazine, and a knowing smile comes to her face. ?So,? she says, ?you like special girls.?

I blush. She takes my hand and quickly puts it on her crotch. I feel the outline of a massive cock. I become hard, instantly.

?I am a special girl,? she says, ?My name is Teodora.?

?Very nice to meet you,? I say.

We chat for a few moments in front of the magazine rack, and then Teodora excuses herself for a minute. ?Don?t go away,? she says. ?I?ll be right back.?

She walks to the front of the store and comes back with a handful of large, golden coins. Taking my arm, she directs me to the back of the store and begins to put the coins into a slot outside a door, which opens. She pushes me in and closes the door behind her.

?You like what you felt?? she says, putting my hand on her cock, which is now hard and even more massive.

Before I can answer, she kisses me full on the mouth, ramming her tongue between my lips and down my throat as she holds me tight with one hand on my back. She uses her other hand to reach down and unzip my pants, sticking her soft hand and squeezing my hard cock. Taking it out, she brings her fingers to my face and replaces her tongue with them in my mouth.

?Suck,? she says. ?Taste how much you want Teodora.?

Next, she pushes me to the floor and pulls up her skirt. She is wearing black lace panties that are nearly ripping from the size of her cock. I have never seen anything like it. It is at least three times larger than mine, thick and veiny. Precum glistens at the tip. She pushes my head down and puts it in my mouth. I can barely fit it in, and I gag. She is unrelenting, though, and soon it is so far down my throat that I feel as if it could touch my own cock from the inside.

Once she has her cock fully in me, Teodora begins to fuck me with it, pounding against the back of my throat, grunting and moaning. She holds the back of my head and bucks her hips as she pounds my face. It takes only a few minutes before I feel her cock get even bigger, and then begin to shoot a huge amount of warm cum into me. I feel my entire throat coated with her sweet, sticky juice, and I can feel it welling in my stomach.

Finished, Teodora pulls my mouth of her cock, which has stayed hard, and pulls me up. She gets on her knees, rips open the front of her dress to reveal her large tits, and jerks my cock three times until I spray all over her. Then she stands up and tells me to lick it off of her nipples. I am in absolute heaven.

As we come down from our mutual orgasms, I suddenly remember the train. Looking at my watch, I realize that I have less than 2 minutes to make it back to the station, if the train is leaving on time. Teodora tells me not to worry.

?We will ask the clerk to phone the station. Where is your train going??

I tell her, and we leave the room. I quickly zip up my pants, but Teodora heads right to the front desk, her massive cock, still erect, sticking out from her skirt and her cum-sprayed tits hanging out. She seems unconcerned by the shop patrons who stare at her. She confers with the clerk in German, he glares at me, a quick phone call is made, and she gives me the bad news.

?I am afraid the train has just left.?

I am visibly upset. ?What am I going to do??

Teodora smiles. ?There is no need to worry. I have a friend with a car, and she will do anything for me. We can drive to Munich and back overnight without any difficulty. Pay for your magazine, let?s go to the caf? and have a drink, and I will phone her.?

I had almost forgotten about ?Blue Weekend.? I rush back to the room to retrieve it, where I find the magazine lying on the floor next to a huge pool of cum that I suppose must be mine.

* *

First I retrieve my bags from the locker at the train station. Then, as I relax at the caf?, Teodora phones her friend. I watch her from the table, standing at the public phone across the room.

?My god,? I think to myself. ?I really am a cumslut.?

As I wait for Teodora, I pull out the magazine from my bag. One look at the cover and I almost forget Teodora. Instead, I begin to lust for Keliana's cum.

to be continued ...

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I think this is now officially the length of a novella. Keep up the good work!