Vintage Keliana (with story)

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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.”

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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.

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

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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.

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the story, continued ?

With my copy of ?Cream? in hand, and the embarrassing note from Marlene, I head up to my room at the hostel. It seems I?m always arriving in the morning when everyone else has left for the day, and it?s a good thing because I have only two things on my mind: sleep, preceded by a quick perusal of the Keliana spread in the magazine Marlene gave me.

I put my things away and settle down on the bed in the large room where, later, there will be many other guys sleeping. Right now, there is no one else around, so I shut the door, take out ?Cream,? and find the article featuring Keliana. The magazine is torn and tattered. The pages in the middle are loose, and the staples barely hold them in place. I wonder whether Marlene is as big an admirer of Keliana as am I. After all, she seems to have given this magazine quite a workout.

Finding several pages of Keliana pictures, I quickly decide to give myself a workout. To be precise, to give my cock a workout. It is already hard in anticipation, and the site of Keliana revealing her beautiful girl cock beneath the panties on the cover makes me begin to leak. ?Already?? I think to myself. This is going to be quick.

I decide to get on my knees on the bed and put the best 2-page spread of Keliana down in front of me so I can engage in some serious stroking. Using the precum that has now coated my cock, I jerk myself, making sure to squeeze tight as my hand passes over the ridge of my circumcised cock. In no time, the tingle grows to spasm, and the spasm becomes a cumshot. Just as the splooge is about to erupt from me, the door to the room opens, and a guy about my age steps in. The surprise causes me to shoot my hot jizz all over Keliana ? actually, her pictures.

I should be hiding, but I find I don?t care. The guy watches the last of my cum dribble out of the tip of my cock and fall on the magazine. He seems fixated on the magazine, and I wonder whether he can see Keliana from where he is, and at his angle. Soon, I get an answer. He walks over to the bed, where I am still on my knees with my softening cock in my cum-covered hand, looks right down at the magazine, and -- seeing beautiful Keliana, also with her cock in her hand -- begins to shake his head.

He speaks to me in halting English. ?She is what?? he asks.

?Her name is Keliana,? I reply, completely unfazed by the scene. ?She is a very special girl.?

?You are a schwanzlutscher?? he asks. I remember the word from the Frankfurt airport. A cocksucker.

?Yes, I am,? I say proudly.

He shakes his head and leaves.

My magazine is soaked with cum. I try licking it off the pages, which doesn?t work very well, so I decide to stick it under the bed, open, while I try to sleep.

* *

The nap lasts a few hours. When I awake, I check the magazine under the bed, which now has dried cum all over Keliana?s pictures. I think about whether the day might come when my cum will be on the real Keliana, and I grow a bit morose. After showering and changing clothes, I decide that I need some fresh air. The streets of Munich seem very inviting.

* * *

I love Munich, more so than Hamburg or Cologne. I wonder, as I walk through the Schwabing neighborhood, whether this is because I was so preoccupied with sex in those other cities that I failed to see them as tourist destinations. I decide that Munich will get my full attention as a beautiful German city.

Schwabing has caf?s and the original cabarets, and I am having a wonderful time. I stay out very late, enjoy a superb meal, and drink a lot of beer. I find young people who speak English everywhere, and talk about music and politics and all sorts of things ? but no mention of Keliana.

At the end of the evening, I resist the temptation to find a sex shop that might have something I can add to my growing collection of Keliana magazines. I head back to the hostel, determined to get a full night?s sleep. The guy who surprised me earlier is sitting in the lobby, and he simply waves as I walk in.

In my bed, I fall asleep quickly, and I am quickly dreaming. In my dream, I see Grete, Teodora, and Marlene, my three special German girls who have had their way with me. I relive all the sucking and fucking I have experienced. At the end of the dream, Teodora and Marlene drop me off at the hostel but come upstairs to my room. Teodora orders me to strip and get on the bed. Marlene is giving her what sound like orders, in German. Teodora?s cock is huge and hard as steel. She gets on the bed behind me and rubs it up and down in the crack of my ass, and as she does so it leaks precum. She takes her finger, lubes it with some of her precum, and begins to rub it around my hole. Then she positions her massive, pulsating cock right at the opening, and begins to push in.

Suddenly, Keliana is in the room. She moves quickly but silently to the side of the bed and puts her hand on Teodora?s shoulder, who looks up at her. Keliana shakes her head ?no? -- a clear signal to Teodora to stop.

I wake up at that point, wondering what it all means?

* * *

My next day in Munich involves more sightseeing, more drinking beer, and more fun meeting English-speaking Germans. After an early dinner, I go back to the hostel to gather my things before heading to the train station. I have a ticket for the overnight train to Paris, a trip of about 11 hours, and even a private sleeping berth. I decide that since I?m leaving Munich I can treat myself to a new magazine, having given the city my full attention.

I remember seeing a sex shop during my travels around the city, and it?s not far from the train station. I decide to go in before the train leaves, and I head right to the section with special girls. There is a new magazine on the rack, prominently displayed. I pick up what is the premier issue of ?Lady With a Dick,? which is wrapped in cellophane. It features my darling Keliana, looking so very desirable in high heels, with her legs spread, an orange top on through which I can see one nipple poking out (oh, how I long to have her nipples in my mouth!) Her delicious girl cock, the bulge visible, is hidden behind a pair of dainty panties visible beneath hiked-up jean skirt.

The train leaves soon. I hurry to the front counter to pay. The clerk speaks English. ?This is brand new,? he says, pointing to a small sticker that reads Bonus drinnen placed on the cellophane. ?There is a bonus inside.?

I pay and rush to the station just in time to get on the train. Settling into my sleeping birth, I tear open the cellophane. As I open the magazine, there is a second, nearly identical cover beneath the outer cover. On this one, the panties are gone, and Keliana?s beautiful girl is exposed and fully erect. My mouth waters. My ass tingles.

I can?t wait for the other passengers to fall asleep so I can have my way with my beloved Keliana.

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[robi1k]

Keliana is the reason while i joined this amazing site.
Can't get enough of her.

[bigjoe]

wow the photo of keliana kissing is one of the most erotic things ive ever seen!! those legs and spiked heels wow!!!