Vintage Keliana (with story) [Archive]

smc

03-16-2010, 02:36 PM

the story, continued ...

I spend the rest of the day with Keliana ... at least my magazine Keliana. I lock the door of my bedroom and spread out all the magazines I've acquired and get on my knees. I rub my cock, which is staying harder than I can ever remember, but having already cum all over Keliana's red dress (in my imagination) I feel empowered to stroke and stroke without cumming again, at least not yet. No, I have something else in mind. I have begun to feel a strange stirring inside of me, and I need the right circumstances at home to explore. So I wait, and stroke, and wait, and kiss Keliana's face in the magazine, and wait, and stroke, and rub my hard cock on the pages of the magazine. I leak a little, but I do not cum. My leaking smears across the front of "TV Confessions," so I carefully put my tongue to the paper and try to lick it off. I imagine it is Keliana's sweet cum I am tasting, and I nearly shoot another load. But I don't allow it, because of my plan.

Soon my mom yells up the stairs that she is heading to the store. Now is my chance, I think. As soon as I hear the car pull out of the driveway, I rush to my sister's room. My older sister is at work, and she won't be home for several hours. She has something in her room that I need.

It takes what seems like a very long time to find what I'm looking for, probably because I am so anxious. Finally, I think of the right place to look, and there it is underneath her pillow: a large, cock-like vibrator. I smell what I imagine to be her pussy on the shaft. I dig around her room a bit more, and find a small bottle of "self-heating lubricating oil," no doubt a gift from her idiot boyfriend. With the vibrator and bottle in hand I rush back to my room.

Keliana lies before me on the pages of the magazines. I want to feel what Keliana would feel if I had my chance with her. I get on my bed, on my knees, and squirt some of the oil in the crack of my ass. I rub it in, sticking one, then, two, then three fingers into my ass as deep as I can. It hurts a bit; I've never been in there before. But the thought of Keliana keeps me hard and keeps me going. With youthful exuberance, I replace my fingers with the vibrator, which I have turned on. I ram it deep into my ass, opening myself up for the first time -- painfully. But almost instantly, my cock grows even harder and the pain in my behind turns to exquisite pleasure. I lie down so that my hands no longer have to hold up my body. This allows me to stroke my cock and pound the vibrator into my behind at the same time. It seems like only seconds go by before I have sprayed hot cum all over my magazines.

Mom will be home soon, so I quickly clean up, put away the vibrator and oil, and write a note that I leave just inside the front door. "Mom," it reads, "I ran out to get a copy of some homework from Tommy that I forgot to bring home. I'll be back soon."

Of course, I'm really rushing to the adult bookstore for more Keliana. The clerk now knows me. He ignores my age, and shows me to the rack where something new has arrived: the latest issue of "Porno Chick," with Keliana -- and her beautiful cock -- right there on the cover.

I begin to wonder whether I will even be able to make it to school tomorrow.

to be continued ...

ila

03-16-2010, 05:55 PM

Very nice picture of Keliana. She is a beautiful woman!:respect::cool:

I look forward to seeing more pictures of her!:)

Yes, Keliana is a beautiful, sexy, desirable woman.:):yes: Do a search of the site and you will find two more threads dedictated to her as well as other pictures of her in various threads.

smc

03-16-2010, 09:05 PM

the story, continued ...

I’m anxious to rush home and peruse “Porno Chick,” hoping there will be an even better spread of Keliana photos inside than in the other magazines I’ve bought – most of which are damaged a bit because I, well, I really let loose a lot of cum all over the pages. But as I’m paying for the magazine, the clerk says, “You’re really into Keliana, aren’t you, kid? Have you seen any of her anal work.”

His words remind me of how I had pounded my ass with sis’s vibrator just a short while earlier, and I begin to feel heat in my behind. It’s actually making me squirm a bit, and my cock is getting hard again in my pants. I struggle a bit to hide it, but the clerk notices. There’s something about him I don’t like, even though he did take me right to Keliana’s new magazine.

“Come back here,” he says, and begins to walk to the back of the store. He opens a small door and takes me into a separate room. “This,” he says with a grin, “is where we keep the special anal stuff.”

The room is full of magazines and videos, and there is a rack on the wall with all sorts of things that look like variations on my sister’s vibrator. I recognize some as dildos, but some others are strangely shaped and I don’t know what they are.

The clerk takes down two magazines with Keliana on the cover. “Anal Sex 51” has Keliana bending over to adjust the strap of her shoe. “Stimulation No. 5” has Keliana's beautiful behind exposed as she kneels on a park bench. On both covers, I notice something in her ass.

"You like those, kid?" asks the clerk. "You like that butt plug. Maybe you ought to get one for yourself. Makes it so you can jerk off for a long time before you shoot, and then you cum real hard."

I had never seen a butt plug before, so he shows me some on the rack. As I look at them, the clerk comes up behind me and rubs his hand up and down the crack of my ass, right through my pants.

"I can dress up like that Keliana," he says, "and show you a really good time."

I turn to him in anger. "How dare you!" I declare. "You'd just be a guy in a dress. Keliana is a real woman."

I select a butt plug, walk to the counter with him, buy my three magazines and the plug, and head home. As I run to the bus stop, I again feel my cock begin to leak in anticipation of the masturbatory frenzy that awaits me in bed tonight, when the house is quiet.

to be continued ...

shadows

03-16-2010, 11:48 PM

Yes, Keliana is a beautiful, sexy, desirable woman.:):yes: Do a search of the site and you will find two more threads dedictated to her as well as other pictures of her in various threads.

I know about those threads, Ila, but thanks for the tips nonetheless.;):)

I meant more pictures in this thread, and smc has now done so.:)

Fantasex 76

03-17-2010, 09:56 AM

smc,great Keliana story:cool:I loved that first pic with her wearing that black corset and stocking:inlove::turnon:and I can totally relate having lived in Hollyweird California and making numerous trips to the adult novelty store,having creepy people hit on and catching the bus back home what great memories.:cool:

smc

03-17-2010, 12:44 PM

the story, continued ...

It is now after midnight. The house is quiet; it’s what I have been waiting for. My mother and sister are asleep. Inspired by Keliana, I am using my first butt plug.

While waiting for everyone to retire to their rooms, I read and reread the description on the box. Words like “mind-blowing” and “heavenly” are used to describe the orgasms to follow. I can’t wait to “unleash the hidden pleasures of prostate simulation to reach a whole new level of anal masturbation.” I am hard with anticipation, anxious to “bring playtime to unparalleled heights.” Mostly, I want this because Keliana wants it.

I have my new Keliana magazines spread on the bed. In “Anal Sex 51,” there is a set of photos that show Keliana walking down the street, occasionally lifting her skirt to reveal her butt plug. In a few of the photos, she has turned around to reveal her sweet cock. My mouth is hungry for it, and -- with the butt plug deep inside of me -- I begin to stroke myself.

The other magazine lies before me as well. “Stimulation No. 5” has an amazing array of Keliana photos, all taken in various locations in London, where she lives. In addition to the park bench photo on the cover, there is Keliana, cock in hand, posing next to a Beefeater at Buckingham Castle. I wonder how she managed that? Outside Covent Garden, Keliana’s cock is visible through a sheer, elegant gown she is wearing to that night’s opera performance. A reverse shot shows her delectable ass with its plug firmly embedded. In another photo, Keliana is sitting on the Underground, her short skirt hiked up, her erect cock visible and her hand beneath her ass pushing the plug deeper. I wonder what the commuters are thinking.

There are more public pictures. At the Horse Guards Parade, Keliana poses from behind, butt plug deep and cock hanging low for all to see. In the background, the Household Cavalry passes, and I swear I see one rider’s tongue hanging out at the sight of the beautiful Keliana. And then there is my favorite: four photos of Keliana at Speaker’s Corner in Hyde Park, standing on a soapbox, in different poses, completely naked and aroused. When I see these, I reach behind myself, push the butt plug in even deeper, and scream in pleasure as wave after wave of hot cum cascades from my cock.

I hear my sister coming down the hall. I quickly throw the magazines on the floor and kick them under my bed, and scramble beneath the bed covers. The butt plug is still in me. I am naked and sticky with my own jizz. My sister opens the door, and says, “What the fuck?!”

I tell her to go away, but she starts to laugh. “No way, little bro,” she cackles, in a mocking tone. “I know that kind of scream. What are you doing in here? Oh, and by the way, I take it this is yours?”

She shows me “Weekend Sex,” a magazine I had bought along with my very first Keliana magazine. Now I remember. But I was so enthralled with that first one that I completely forgot there were two in the bag. Had I dropped it in the house in my rush to my bedroom?

“So, you like Asian girls, you little pervert?” my sister chuckles. “Wait a minute,” she says, “since when do you know German?”

Another moment passes as my sister looks more closely at the cover. "Holy shit," she shouts, "does that chick have a cock?"

to be continued …

Fantasex 76

03-17-2010, 01:55 PM

Now that's a Keliana:inlove::turnon::cool:pic if there ever was one in black pantyhose with an erection.

smc

03-18-2010, 03:43 PM

the story, continued ...

As the saying goes, "the jig was up." As I remain under the covers, my sister begins to flip through "Weekend Sex," with page after page of what she mockingly calls "chicks with dicks." When she comes to the Keliana spread, she cackles, "Hey, it's your girlfriend from the cover!"

I am a combination of embarrassment and pride. "You bitch," I shout, "I would be honored to have her as my girlfriend. She's more woman than you'll ever be!"

"Hah!" she replies. "You don't know a thing about women, you little pervert. I have three holes, and she has only two. That automatically makes me more of a woman!"

"Oh, yeah?" Now I'm getting furious. "You can only fuck your boyfriend with a fake dick. Keliana's got a real one, a beautiful one. Try topping that!"

I am so angry that I feel as if I could start hyperventilating at any moment. I try quickly to calm down as I glare at my sister, standing in my room with "Weekend Sex" in her hands, open to my darling Keliana, and seeming to mock me at every turn. Then, suddenly, as if on cue, we both begin to laugh.

"Hey, bro," she says, "I really don't care what you like. As long as you're gettin' some -- you perv."

As I calm down even more, I realize that my sister is the only person -- other than the creepy clerk at the adult bookstore -- who knows about my Keliana obsession. What a relief it is not to have to hide it from her. Maybe she can help me figure out what's going on with me, I think to myself.

"Listen, sis, I kinda need you to leave my room for a few minutes," I say.

"What's wrong, bro? Did I interrupt you spanking your monkey? Still need to spread your seed?" All of this is said in a tone that strangely combines making fun of me with a sisterly affection.

"No, I need to clean up," I reply.

"I bet you do," she says, and rushes over and pulls the covers from over me. There I am, butt plug firmly in my ass, and the obvious remnants of sticky cum all over legs and now flaccid cock.

"Jeez, maybe I should go get Mom," she laughs, and then adds, "Don't worry, bro, I used to take baths with you when we were little. Come get me when you're ready."

She leaves the room, and I quietly find my way to the bathroom, clean up, and put on my pajamas. Then I knock on her door. We spend most of the night talking, and I tell her about my Keliana obsession. She tells me she supports me fully. What a good sis!

Several days go by before I am ready to buy yet another Keliana magazine for my collection. I head to the bookstore, and there is a nice, older gentleman working at the counter instead of the creepy clerk. I look around on my own for a while, but have no luck, so I ask him if he knows the model Keliana and whether he can show me any magazines that feature the object of my desire.

"Ah, Keliana, yes ... I knew her back in London," he answers, in a distinct English accent. "A fine choice, young lad. A very fine choice. She is a beauty among beauties. Let me show you one that I particularly enjoy."

He walks to one of the racks, pushes a few other magazines to the side, and brings out two. "Well, young man, it seems it is your lucky day. I have found two gems."

He hands me "Pleasure" and "Nylon Surprise No. 26"; I recognize Keliana's legs immediately, and the "Nylon Surprise" also features her delicious cock right there on the cover. He says, "I don't know about you, but my enjoyment of these fine publications would certainly be heightened by some ... how shall I say ... accessories."

"I already have a butt plug," I blurt out, and then turn beet red.

"Good, good," he says, putting his hand on my shoulder. "That's an excellent start. May I suggest a pair of pantyhose, as well."

"Huh?" I don't understand.

"For you, my fine fellow. For you. Wear them with your butt plug in, and enjoy Keliana even more. You can purchase them at the drug store down the street. Just say that your mum asked you to pick some up for her. And mind the sizes."

This sounds strangely enticing to me. I quickly pay, leave the store with my new magazines, and make my way to the drug store.

to be continued …

smc

03-19-2010, 08:34 PM

the story, continued ?

Jerking off to the incredible pictures of Keliana in "Pleasure" and "Nylon Surprise No. 26? while wearing pantyhose and with a butt plug deep in my ass brings me to a new level of masturbatory frenzy. This time, my orgasm begins with a low, resonant moan, followed by a grunting like a feral beast, followed by what seems like an inability to catch my breath, followed by uncontrollable bucking of my hips as I lie on the bed with Keliana?s pictures in direct view, all accompanied by the most furious stroking of my rock-hard cock of my life, and finished off with a banshee-like scream and the shooting of streams of cum clear across the room. I can seem my cum dripping down the wall. I can even see steam rising from it, because it is just that hot. And I can also hear my mother?s voice.

?What is going on in there?? I hear her yell from down the hall. Shit, I woke her up. No, in truth, Keliana woke her up. Keliana, with her delicious nylon-clad legs. Keliana, with her delectable ass. Keliana, with her dark, beautiful, long hair and her deep, sexy eyes. Keliana. with her cock, the cock I long for, the cock I am saving myself for, the cock I want in my mouth and in my ass.

My mother, awakened by Keliana and her magical effect on me and my teenage hormones, is now coming down the hall. Time seems to slow, and suddenly I hear my sister, who must have also been awakened by my jizz-induced scream. ?Mom,? she says, ?he must?ve had a bad dream. Go back to bed. I?ll check on him.?

There is a dead silence outside my room. I am desperately trying to catch my breath and come down from my awe-inducing orgasm. Then I hear my mother say, ?Tell him to try to keep his bad dreams down to a low roar.?

Little does she know.

My sister knocks and opens the door. ?Bro,? she says, with a slightly demonic smile, ?you really gotta stop being such a loud pervert. Shhhhhh!? And then she is gone.

I wait until there is silence in the house again, make my way to the bathroom, and clean myself up. I return to my bedroom, wipe down the walls, put away my newest Keliana magazines, and fall into a deep sleep ? in which I dream of Keliana?s cock lying across my face, there for the sucking whenever I want. When I awake, it is clear that I had my first wet dream since my early teens.

* * *

Months go by, during which I visit the adult bookstore for many more Keliana magazines that become the catalyst for a regular series of enormous eruptions of cum all over my room. The old gentleman from England, who seems to be there every time I visit the store, takes me under his wing, guiding me to the best Keliana magazines and suggesting new toys to play with. Nearly all of the money I earn at my part-time job goes into the cash register at the store. I never complain.

My obsession with Keliana, though, is not the only thing occupying my mind. I will graduate from high school in only a few weeks, and before heading off to college I am going on my first trip overseas. Several of my aunts and uncles chipped in to buy this for me as a graduation present, and the trip will take me to Germany, France, and England.

One day, at the adult bookstore, I mention to the old gentleman that I will be gone for a month in the summer. He asks me where I?ll be going, and I tell him. ?You know, my young friend,? he says, with a twinkle in his eye, ?England is where you will find Keliana.?

?Yes, I know she lives in London,? I say, ?but I can?t imagine that I could meet her. I mean, she?s a big star. She?s one of the top models for magazines in the world. How could I possibly meet her? Why would she want to meet a kid like me??

?I think you might be surprised. But it would have to be a chance encounter,? he responds.

I remember then that when I first met him he said he once knew Keliana back in London. ?How does that work,? I ask.

?Ask me just before you leave on your trip. I will tell you then,? he says. I cannot wait.

* * *

Several more weeks pass, and I enjoy regular cataclysms of cum in my room, all thanks to the smoldering sexiness of my beloved Keliana. The day before I am to depart for Germany, my first European destination, I visit the bookstore. The older English gentleman greets me with a smile and hands me a new magazine, ?Sexual Fantasy.? It features Keliana sitting on a brick wall, naked except for sunglasses and sandals. Her cock, the object of my intense desire, the touchstone against which I judge all real women, is there in view. I cannot wait to get home and enjoy the full Keliana spread that I know lies within.

?This,? says the older gentleman, ?is a very special magazine. Once you see Germany and France, how long will you be in England??

?One week,? I reply.

?In London?? he asks.

?Yes, but I was going to tour the countryside, too.?

?Lad, listen carefully.? His voice lowers to a whisper, as if he is about to impart some secret. ?Keliana is sitting in one of London?s parks in this picture on the cover. I know it to be one of her favorite places in the city. That is where I met her. I cannot tell you where it is, because to meet Keliana, to be with Keliana, it must be a chance encounter. But I can tell you that if you are observant, and if you are truly motivated, you can find this place. It will take some time, but it can be done. Think of it as a test of your desire. How much do you want Keliana? How much do you want to be in her presence? That will be the measure, and that will determine your success. Keep looking, carefully, and keep your eye on the prize.?

I nod and thank him. My mission is clear. Yes, I will see Europe. But I will also find my Keliana.

to be continued ?

shadows

03-20-2010, 12:49 AM

That's quite the story! It's going to be a novel shortly!:cool:

smc

03-20-2010, 01:11 AM

Thanks for all the encouragement. I'll keep writing as long as Keliana keeps providing me with vintage magazines!

smc

03-22-2010, 05:31 PM

The character you've been reading about will soon be landing in Germany, to begin his cross-European trip to find Keliana. Stay tuned, and thanks again to those of you who've expressed your support for continuing the saga.

smc

03-22-2010, 08:57 PM

the story, continued ?

The day has come for my departure to Europe. I spend the day putting my room in order and doing the last bit of packing. My sister and mom are both at work, but are leaving early to have dinner with me and then take me to the airport for my overnight flight to Frankfurt. There is one particular task I must complete before they arrive home. I have decided that I can take only one of my Keliana magazines on the trip, both to encourage me to find more in the foreign lands and to allow plenty of room for bringing them back with me. Making the selection, it turns out, is not so easy.

This is going to require some very careful consideration. I spend a good amount of time thinking about the criteria I should use, but then I decide that I am wasting valuable time. Why let my brain get in the way of trying to answer what my cock and ass will surely know, and tell me quite readily? For this, I will need more room than the confines of my room.

With my mom and sister gone for the day, I decide that the living room will be my venue. I close all the shades and lock the door to the house. I take my ten Keliana magazines and place them strategically around the room. One is propped upon the easy chair, open to the Keliana spread. Three adorn the sofa, one with the cover visible and the other two open to Keliana. On the top of the piano, I create an erotic array of three more. Two claim the coffee table as their place of honor, and for the last two I bring in chairs from the dining room. Everywhere I turn, there is Keliana: her soft, silky, scrumptious legs; her enticing, appetizing ass; her astonishing, beautiful face; her long, extraordinary hair; and, of course, her delectable cock. It is a smorgasbord of Keliana, as if the gods had looked down upon me, seen the hardness in my pants, and decided to reward me with a sumptuous feast.

I run back to my room, strip naked, lube my own hole, and ram the butt plug in as deep as I can. I am as hard as I have ever been, and I being stroking my cock as I walk down the hall to the living room. The moment I enter the room, and see my array of Keliana magazines for the first time from that angle, precum streams from my hard cock. Some falls to the wooden floor, and some glazes my hand. I stroke my cock even harder. I move around the room, looking at the magazines. I have decided that when I cum, the magazine nearest will be the one that gets into my suitcase.

It takes only a few minutes for my cock to make its selection. Hot jizz spurts from me as I furiously pull on my erection, and I make a note to clean up carefully before my mom and sister get home.

* * *

Dinner is uneventful. My mother seems happy to see me go, for some reason. My sister is preoccupied. We finish eating, load up the car, and head for the airport for my overnight flight. When finally it is time to board the plane, my mother hugs me and kisses me, wishes me ?bon voyage? in the worst French accent ever, and reminds me to write to her and to my aunts and uncles who are funding my trip. My sister hugs me and then takes me aside. She reaches into her big shoulder bag and pulls out a small package, wrapped like a birthday present.

?Here, bro, something to keep you occupied on your travels,? she says. ?It?ll keep you company. Don?t open it until you?re on the plane.?

We embrace, and she tells me to have a great time. ?Don?t do anything I wouldn?t do,? she shouts, as I head down the gangway to the plane.

Once we are in the air, I hope to sleep, but I find I cannot close my eyes. The excitement is too great. I?m going to see part of Europe, and I?m going to look for Keliana in London. I recall the words of the old gentleman at the adult bookstore: ?Keep your eye on the prize.?

Suddenly, I remember my sister?s gift. I reach into the small bag under the seat in front of me, and pull it out. The middle-aged woman in the seat next to me, who has been drifting in and out of sleep, sees it. ?A going-away present?? she asks.

?Yes, it?s from my sister,? I answer. ?She told me it would help keep me company while I?m away from my family.?

?That?s very sweet,? the lady says.

I rip open the wrapping paper with nary a thought. Out falls ?Sex Inspiration No. 11,? featuring Keliana?s butt on the cover. Drool falls from my mouth. My cock springs to attention. The woman in the seat next to me screams.

to be continued ?

bigjoe

03-23-2010, 07:45 PM

amazing stories! i wish i could write like you! i share the same obsession as you do for keliana! so it the queen or erotica!!

translover

03-24-2010, 02:29 AM

Woowwww !!! 5th photo : Bosphorus/Istanbul, Keliana and her beautiful body and her perfect uncut cock ... :turnon: :turnon: :kiss:
I love this girl :turnon:

smc

03-24-2010, 04:03 PM

the story, continued …

As I’m sure you can imagine, a woman screaming on an airplane after seeing a hot girl with a butt plug bending over on the cover of a magazine is neither an everyday occurrence, nor is it something taken lightly by the authorities. Immediately, a flight attendant comes running up the aisle from the galley. I have hidden the magazine, but when she inquires about the screaming, something possesses me to pull the magazine back out. I show it to her and say, “I don’t know what all the fuss is about. This is mine, anyway.”

A combination of shock and awe erupts among the passengers seated in the rows ahead and behind my seat. The flight attendant grabs the “Sex Inspiration No. 11” from my hand, and as I struggle to hold on to it some of the pages rip out. A mother in the seat in front of me yelps as a page flutters on to her lap. It features a picture of a man with a shemale’s cock deep in his ass and another shemale’s cock erupting in hot splooge on his face. Her daughter in the seat next to her, who I estimate to be about 14 years old, laughs somewhat demonically at her mother.

A few pages go flying across the aisle, too, falling into the lap of a man who, upon closer examination, sports a clerical collar. He sits there, mouth agape, with several pages of advertisements in full view, featuring every manner of dildo. There are big black ones, curved ones, ones with soft, hanging balls, and ones with vibrating inserts. Within seconds, his eyes look to the heavens and he seems to be deep into what he thinks may be his last earthly prayer.

The magazine is in shambles. I do not even know where the rest of the pages have gone. All I know is that serious trouble is coming my way, because soon the co-pilot, adorned in his uniform and looking very stern, is looming above me and speaking to me in very halting English. I figure out that it is the opinion of the crew that I have caused enough of a ruckus to warrant an investigation, under German law, of interfering with the safe operation of an airline. I am warned that I will be interrogated by the police upon our arrival in Frankfurt.

I spend the some time in dead silence. The screaming woman who had been sitting next me now sits in a different row, and next to me is a member of the U.S. Marine Corps on his way back to his base in Germany. He seems as stern as the co-pilot, but after a while he smiles at me, and says quietly, “Don’t worry about the German cops. It’s all a formality.”

“It sounds pretty serious to me,” I reply. “Like a felony or something.”

“Yah, but Europe’s different, man.” He laughs a little as he says this. “They’re used to all sorts of things that we never see back home.”

“Like what?” I ask.

“Well … like …” His voice trails off. After a moment, he asks, “What kinda magazine was that, anyway?”

I’m not sure about answering. I think about it, though, and decide that he’s cool. “Special girls,” I say.

“You mean like a fetish mag?” he asks. “Wow, you seem sort of young to know about that kind of shit. Whatcha into?”

I repeat myself. “Special girls.”

“I like feet,” he says, with a wide grin. “I like toes. I like soles. I like lickin’ ‘em, and I like feelin’ ‘em on me. Know what I mean?”

“I like the feet on my special girls, I guess,” I say, somewhat sheepishly. “Especially one girl. But I never thought about feet in particular.”

“Exactly what do you mean by ‘special’?” he asks.

I really don’t know what to say. He presses me for an answer.

“Special in what way?”

I decide to bite the bullet. I look around to see whether anyone is looking, and I begin to whisper. No words come out of my mouth, so I point. I point to my lap.

“Oh, shit, you mean chicks with dicks?!” The Marine says this loud enough for others to hear, and before you know it, I am sitting all by myself in the back of the plane.

* * *

The remainder of the flight is, by the measure of the first part, quite uneventful. When we land in Frankfurt, I am admonished by the flight attendant that I will be met by the German authorities at the end of the gangway, before I get to Passport Control. As I make my way into the terminal, I feel a hand on my shoulder.

“Son, I think these are yours.” A man from the plane, who must have been sitting near me, hands me two pages from the inside of the magazine that had been torn apart. They feature Keliana in a photospread titled “Car Trouble” -- two pictures with accompanying text. “You should probably stuff them in your carry-on bag.”

The man whispers in my ear. “I took them in the lavatory with me. I sure would like to read the rest of that story!”

I don’t even look at the pages, despite that they feature my darling Keliana.

to be continued …

smc

03-25-2010, 05:00 PM

the story, continued …

While Frankfurt is merely a transfer point on my way to Hamburg, I wonder whether it will, indeed, become my final destination in Germany. This thought is consuming me as I approach the man in what appears to be a police uniform who I can see at the end of the gangway.

“You are the young man who caused the problem on the plane?” he asks. It surprises me that he puts it in the form of a question, but I attribute it his facility with English. I nod in the affirmative, and he takes my arm, leading me down a hallway and into a small room, where another policeman sits at a table.

“Sit, please,” the second man says. I comply.

He does the talking. I find his English a bit difficult to understand through his thick German accent, but I listen carefully.

He begins by asking for my passport, and then for my name, age, and address in the United States. He spends an inordinate amount of time looking at my passport picture, and then at me, and then at the picture again, over and over. Finally, the interrogation begins.

“We understand that you caused a disturbance on the plane that put passengers at risk. Is this true?” It is difficult to take him seriously from his tone.

“No,” I reply. “All I did was take a magazine out of my bag, and a woman screamed. I did not realize it would be offensive.”

“Is this the magazine?” He puts the cover of “Sex Inspiration No. 11” on the table, and lays out an array of torn and crumpled pages, one after the other.

“Yes,” I say, and I can feel myself turning red.

“We received a complaint from the crew of the Lufthansa flight, because they said that you deliberately provoked a small riot on the plane.” He says this with a smile. “What was your purpose?”

I am finding this difficult to take seriously. “I did no such thing. My sister gave me a gift for my trip. I didn’t know what it was when I opened it.”

He looks at me and begins to snicker. “What kind of a sister gives her brother a magazine of this sort?”

The policeman who brought me to the room begins to snicker, too. ““What are you laughing at?!“ shouts the interrogator. "Warum lachen Sie?!”

They speak in German, and while I grasp a bit of it, I am pretty much at a loss. At the end of the brief conversation, the one who brought me to the room uses a word I do know from my tri-lingual Keliana magazines.

He points at me and whispers, “Schwanzlutscher.” It means “cocksucker.”

This angers me, not because I deny the accusation. I want so desperately to suck a cock, to suck Keliana’s cock. So, I haven’t yet become an “official” cocksucker. But it’s the way he says it that riles me. He says it with scorn.

My interrogator tells him to leave the room. Once he is on the other side of the door, the policeman smiles at me and says, “Do not let him bother you. He is a scheissekopf, a shithead.”

There is silence for a moment, and when I calm down, I ask the officer what is going to happen to me.

“Well,” he answers, dragging out his response. “That will be determined by whether you can pay the fine that I must impose.” The way he says this makes me think immediately that the “fine” is not something official.

“How much will it cost?” I ask.

“Oh, it is not money.” He pauses, and gathers his thoughts. Suddenly, he bangs his fist on the table. Shouting, he asks, “Where are the two missing pages from this magazine? Where is the rest of Keliana’s ‘Car Trouble’ story?”

He stares at me menacingly. I reach into my bag and pull out the last two pages that the man on the gangway gave me. He grabs them from my hand, and gathers all the pages from the table, shoving them quickly into a small satchel. He stands, puts out his hand, and looks me right in the eyes. “Let me show you to your connecting flight to Hamburg.”

* *

On the short flight to Hamburg, I spend most of my time trying to catch my breath. I feel as if I have dodged a bullet. While I have lost one of my Keliana magazines, and a gift from my sister no less, I am relieved that I am not in some German jail cell.

Finally, the flight arrives in Hamburg. I go through passport control with no problem, board a bus from the airport into the city, and search for the hostel at which I have a reservation. As I turn onto correct street, I notice a red neon sign: “Erotikshop.” It is directly across from the hostel, which seems rather odd. I enter.

There, on the very first rack I see, displayed prominently, is my beloved Keliana. I recognize her immediately, on the cover of “Fascination Nr. 2.” All is well with my world.

I hurry across the street to the hostel, my new magazine in my bag. At the desk, a young, pretty German girl checks me in and tells me the rules of the hostel. She speaks perfect English and uses a lot of British expressions. As I walk to the stairway to head to my room, she shouts across the lobby. “One more thing I forgot. I noticed you went into the sex shop across the street. If you’re going to do some wanking, try to keep the noise down when you …”

I am already on my way up the stairs, and can only imagine what might have been her last word.

to be continued …

smc

03-26-2010, 05:16 PM

the story, continued …

I settle into the hostel quite nicely. There are very few people staying here, and it’s easy to find private places … something I was told would be nearly impossible in a hostel. This affords me the opportunity to pound my ass with the dildo I hid in my suitcase while I stroke my cock, aroused by the photo spread in “Fascination No. 2” that features Keliana. In deference to the young girl at the front desk, I muffle my scream when I cum by taking the dildo from my ass and deep-throating it just as the jizz shoots out of me. That’s a first. I like the feel of that veiny dildo, which looks just like a cock, shoved in my mouth.

* * *

With that refreshing, post-orgasmic feeling I’ve come to cherish seeming to wrap my entire body, I head out to explore Hamburg. I’m in this city because my uncle, who helped pay for the trip, thought I would like it and that it would make a good base for day trips to other parts of Germany on the train. Just before I left home, he took me aside and told me where I should go in Hamburg.

“You’re a man now,” he told me, “and you should go to St. Pauli and ‘sow your wild oats’. I had a nice girl there after the big war, just before I came home. She was my first. Maybe you’ll find your first, too, kid.”

Then he handed me some money for what he called my “side trip.”

I am laughing as I make my way to the red-light district. My uncle has no idea. Well, okay, he’s right that I’m a virgin. I went through high school too shy ever to ask a girl out. And then I found Keliana, and I lost my interest in any girl but her. I want her to be my first. I want her to be my only. I am a bit depressed to think how unlikely that is.

It’s a very nice summer night, and the walk to St. Pauli is a blast. I try to figure out what the signs in German mean, and I stop and look at all the buildings. They’re so different than home. Finally, I reach St. Pauli, and walk down the Reeperbahn, with it’s bars and sex shops and brothels. On Davidstra?e, street girls talk to me, even in English when I answer them. They ask me if I want a “date.” I remember the money from my uncle and wonder how to spend it.

I turn onto Herbertstra?e, where there are girls in the windows beckoning to me. I’ve never seen anything like this. But my heart is set on Keliana, and I know I won’t have my chance -- my one-in-a-zillion-chance -- until I find her in London.

Soon, I come upon another sex shop, with a “TV” display in the window. I notice magazines with special girls like Keliana, so I enter. To my shock, there at the front counter, is the same girl from the front desk at the hostel.

“Hey, it’s you, the American wanker,” she says. Quite a greeting. “This is my second job. What can I help you find?”

I’m embarrassed, so I tell her I’d just like to look around. I gravitate to the “TV/TS” section, where the real girls are, and begin to look for my darling Keliana. Suddenly, I feel someone behind me, and I hear a whisper in my ear. It’s that same girl.

“So, you like special girls,” she says, with a chuckle. “Any particular girl?”

I turn around, beet red. She is so close to me that I can feel her breath on my neck, which is as high up on me as she comes.

“It’s okay to tell me. I know everything in the shop. Why waste time searching when you can get what you want and go back to the hostel and pretend you’re fucking?” She says this with a smile. “I listened to you before, even though I could tell you tried to cover your mouth.”

I am ashamed and aroused at the same time. My dick is growing hard in my pants, and she’s so close to me that I’m afraid if it gets any bigger she’ll be able to feel it.

“Oh, come now, it’s okay to tell Grete.”

“Okay,” I say, “but please stand back a little bit.”

She laughs quietly and moves a few inches away from me. Then she looks down at the obvious bulge in my pants.

“How old are you?” she asks

I tell her.

“Now tell me who you’re special girl is, and I’ll find something for you.”

I decide to answer. “Keliana,” I say, “do you have anything with Keliana?”

Grete’s face lights up. “An excellent choice, sir,” she says, as she quickly flips through the magazines on the rack and pulls out a copy of “Young Love No. 1.”

Keliana’s face is not on the cover, but I recognize her beautiful girl cock. I’d know that cock anywhere. It is the object of my complete and total devotion, my overwhelming desire. I feel the precum begin to leak from my hard cock in my pants.

“You like it?” asks Grete. “Don’t you wonder who the other cock belongs to?”

“Yes,” I reply, “and I guess I’ll find out when I read the magazine. May I pay now?”

“Of course,” says Grete. “Follow me.”

I follow, but she doesn’t go the front counter. Instead, she heads to the back of the store. “I want to show you something really special.”

She leads me through a curtain into a dimly lit room and tells me to sit on a chair. She comes right in front of me, quickly lifts her skirt, and pushes her panties to the side. A small cock springs out, glistening with what I imagine must be precum just like what I can now feel gushing from my own cock.

“Maybe that’s me with Keliana on that cover,” she says, and laughs really loud. “Do you like it?”

to be continued …

smc

03-27-2010, 07:16 AM

I have been asked in PMs whether this is a true story. Seriously.

It is a work of fiction and fantasy, and each installment comes to me as I write. There is no specific plan for where the story goes.

smc

03-29-2010, 05:53 PM

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

04-01-2010, 07:08 PM

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

04-01-2010, 08:28 PM

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

smc

04-02-2010, 11:15 AM

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

04-03-2010, 05:41 AM

smc

04-03-2010, 11:36 AM

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.

smc

04-03-2010, 03:25 PM

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 ...

smc

04-05-2010, 09:42 PM

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 ...

shadows

04-05-2010, 11:44 PM

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

smc

04-07-2010, 05:00 PM

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 ...

smc

04-09-2010, 01:40 PM

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.

to be continued ...

robi1k

04-09-2010, 03:41 PM

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

bigjoe

04-11-2010, 12:44 PM

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

smc

04-11-2010, 12:58 PM

Sometimes I wonder how many of our members only look at pictures and never read. ;)

More story to come soon, and thanks to all those who've told me they like it.

smc

04-12-2010, 09:28 PM

the story, continued …

The overnight train trip to Paris is largely a blur. I remember jerking off for several hours to Keliana's photo spread in "Lady With a Dick," and I think one of the conductors gave me a brief lesson in German and French when he knocked on the door to my sleeping berth, opened the door, put his finger to his mouth, and first said "Sei bitte still" and then "Taisez-vous, s'il vous plait." Apparently, I shouted "Keliana" rather loudly as stream after stream of hot cum erupted from my cock.

The weather in Paris is beautiful as I step out of the Gare du Nord, the train station conveniently located near the hostel at which I'll be staying. I have a small map that I use to find my way, and the 15-minute walk is wonderful. Paris looks exactly as I imagined it would. I check into the hostel and head out to explore the city.

In one afternoon, I manage to visit the Eiffel Tower and the Champs-?lys?es, and also enjoy an espresso at an outdoor caf?. The young waiter at the caf? speaks English and, since business is rather slow, strikes up a conversation with me. He asks me about my trip, about Germany, about America, about the college I'll be attending in the fall, about what I like so far about Paris … in fact, he seems to ask me about everything conceivable. When it comes time to pay, he tells me the espresso is his gift to me.

"Thanks," I say. "That’s very nice, and not at all necessary."

"Perhaps you could repay me," he says. "Let me show you Paris at night."

That sounds great to me: on my first night here, a tour of the city by a real Parisian. I quickly agree and tell him that I want to go back to my hostel and then meet him after his work shift ends.

“Where should we meet?” I ask.

“You should come to my apartment,” he says. And then, he leans over and whispers in my ear. “Perhaps you can repay me. Je veux te baiser.”

I have no idea what he is saying, but I recognize the tone and what the hot breath in my ear means. “What?!”

“Do not act so surprised that I wish to have sex with you,” he says, rather more loudly than seems appropriate. “We have been discussing for some time now, and I have figured out what you like. I know your type.”

“I don’t think you know anything about me,” I reply, becoming angry, “and keep your voice down.”

The waiter stands there silently, staring at me. He seems to be sizing me up. His look is quizzical, as if he cannot believe that he miscalculated me. After what seems like a very long time, he asks, rather sheepishly, “You do not want to suck my cock?”

“No, I don’t,” I say, becoming rather embarrassed.

““You are not homo?” he asks, still not convinced.

“No, I am not!” I say this with emphasis.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

I begin to blurt out an answer, but stop myself. I don’t quite know what to say. How do you explain to a stranger your complete obsession with the most beautiful, sexiest girl in the world, when she doesn’t know you at all? How do you explain that everything you are doing on your trip is part of a quest to find the most desirable girl you have ever seen, who makes you feel things you never thought possible.

“So?” he asks. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

I am quiet for a moment, but then I decide that I want to tell him. In fact, I want to shout it from the top of the Eiffel Tower. My heart, my cock, my ass -- they are all for Keliana. I reach into my bag and pull out “Baby Dolls,” the magazine Grete gave me in Munich. I am carrying it with me because I love to look at the picture of Keliana from time to time, and compare her beauty with the beauty of what I am seeing in Paris. By the way, the city always comes in second.

I pull out “Baby Dolls” just enough for the waiter to see Keliana’s face on the cover. “It is my intention,” I say, as if making an announcement to the world, “to make her my girlfriend.”

The waiter’s jaw drops. “Keliana?!” He begins to chuckle. “I knew it. I knew you liked cock.”

* * *

That night, my new friend, the young waiter, takes me to Pigalle Place, the red-light district of Paris. He no longer hits on me; instead, he is taking me to a special shop devoted to special girls. “I don’t like girls,” he says, “But I have heard about this shop, and I think you will like it. They have the new kind of magazines.”

And, wow, he is correct. There are many of the older magazines I have seen at the bookstore back home, as well as in Hamburg, Cologne, and Munich, but there is one rack of magazines that are very different. They look so new, so fresh, so crisp. The colors jump off the covers. They are slightly larger.

The waiter explains to me that everything is better in France. My uncle told me that I would meet French people who would say such things.

My eyes soon fixate on a copy of a magazine I have never seen any other issues of, in any other store. “Chic” features a beautiful woman, face down on white sheets, with sheer panties on and the crack of her exquisite behind visible. I know immediately that it is Keliana; my instant erection works like a divining rod. The other words on the cover confirm what my cock has already told me: "See Keliana on her lazy Sunday morning."

I purchase the magazine, which is wrapped in cellophane, and am anxious to return to the hostel and be with Keliana, give her my cum. The waiter has other ideas, and I feel as if I owe him some of my time for bringing me to this special shop. So, he shows me some of the city, and then accompanies me back to the hostel. As we part, he asks me to stop by the caf? again tomorrow. I promise I will.

As he shakes my hand to leave, he leans in and whispers to me. "Are you sure you do not want to suck my cock?” he asks. "I am very, very large."

“But,” I say, “You are not Keliana.”

We part and I head to my bed with my new magazine. Yes, neither Grete, Teodora, or Marlene are Keliana, but I feel as if my experiences with those three special girls is part of my quest for Keliana, part of what I need to experience if I am to have any chance with Keliana.

* * *

The hostel is quite crowded. I must wait for everyone to fall asleep, at which time I go to the men's lavatory with my magazine, enter one of the stalls, and rip open the cellophane wrapper. The Keliana spread is one of the sexiest things I have ever seen. She looks absolutely beautiful. Her skin is so smooth. The slight curve at her waste makes me want to run my tongue over every inch of her, gently. The two other pictures in the sheer panties are almost more than I can take. I rub my cock furiously at the sight of her beautiful behind and, even more so, at the sight of her cock, just visible through the lingerie. I scream her name again as I cum, shooting my jizz all over the walls of the stall.

Lights come on in the outer hallway, and I hear footsteps. Clearly, I have awakened some of the other travelers.

to be continued ...

Fantasex 76

04-12-2010, 10:08 PM

I used to subscribe to Chic a Larry Flynt Publication back in the 80's the US version of course not the French version.:cool:

linguslingus

04-13-2010, 05:41 AM

omg, I don't know if I could read that all. I'd like to see a pro photoset of her.

smc

04-13-2010, 08:22 AM

omg, I don't know if I could read that all. I'd like to see a pro photoset of her.

This is how Keliana herself has chosen to present these photos. Her work is as "pro" as "pro."

mcginlay

04-13-2010, 10:30 AM

some of those mag cover mock-ups are great, particularly Baby Dolls and LWAD:respect:

smc

04-14-2010, 05:48 PM

The story, continued ...

In a second, the footsteps become a rumble. As the door to the men’s lavatory is thrown open, I furiously try to stuff my hard cock away. It is not an easy task. Keliana has me so aroused that I can barely fit my cock back into my pants, and the continual dripping is making it so lubricated that I am having a tough time getting a good enough grip. Before I can hide what Keliana has done, the door to the stall flings open. The man from the front desk glares at me. There are a dozen or so hostel guests behind him, all trying to get a look.

“What is going on in here?” the desk clerk asks, yelling at me in heavily accented English.

Just as I begin to compose an answer, I hear the loud voice of a woman shouting above the din of all the onlookers. She is speaking French. Whatever she’s saying, the entire room becomes quiet. Suddenly, there she is, pushing the desk clerk aside and staring in at me sitting on the closed toilet seat. It is a policewoman. She beings to ask me what I can tell are questions, from her tone, but I don’t understand a word she is saying.

One of the other guests, a young woman, steps forward. She says something quietly to the policewoman, and then turns to me and says, “She wants to know what happened that made you scream.”

“Who called the police?” I reply.

“I think you should answer her,” the young woman says.

The policewoman turns to the young woman and speaks. From the little French I understand, I assume that she’s asking for translation.

“You should answer,” the young woman says, again. The policewoman glares at me, with a stern look.

“I don’t know what to say.” I can’t think of any response.

The policewoman steps into the stall and grabs my arm to lift me from my sitting position. My cock, which has softened, dangles from the top of my pants, which I haven’t finished pulling up. She grabs my cock and stuffs it into my pants with one hand, and then gestures to me to close the zipper and buckle my belt. I do as I am told. Then she bends down and picks up the “Chic” magazine with Keliana on the cover. It’s open to the photo spread, and there is cum on one of the pages. In fact, I’m beginning to notice the cum I’ve sprayed everywhere.

She says something to the young woman, who turns to me and says, ““She was on her patrol, walking by the building, and heard you. She wants to know if this is why you screamed.”

I look right into the policewoman’s eyes. Beyond her stern look, I sense a tiny bit of a smile. I nod my head “yes.”

The policewoman again turns to the young woman, who then says to me, “You must go with her.” The policewoman then grabs my arm and pulls me out of the stall, through the crowd of guests, down the hall, down the stairs, and into the lobby of the hostel. She says something to the young woman, who shakes her head “no” and begins to go up the stairs. The policewoman shouts at her, and she stops dead in her tracks, then turns around and comes back down the stairs. They converse for a moment, the young woman runs up the stairs, and comes back dressed instead of in her pajamas. The three of us leave the hostel amidst a din or murmuring among the other guests.

Once out on the street, we walk for a few blocks and arrive at a police car. The young woman does all the speaking after being told what to say. “I have been commandeered to translate, I suppose until we get to the police station. She says to get in the front next to her.” I do. The young woman gets in the back.

“What’s your name,” I ask the young woman. As she answers, “Monique,” the policewoman turns to me and puts her finger over my lips.

“Shhhhhh,” she says.

We drive a short distance until I see the light of a police station ahead. But as we approach, the policewoman speeds up and goes right past. Monique begins to speak, hurriedly and with a tone of concern. I can tell she doesn’t like what the policewoman is saying back to her

“What’s going on?” I ask.

The policewoman says, “Shhhhhh.” And then she slaps my face lightly.

* *

After a bit more driving, we arrive at a small house. It seems to me as if we are no longer in the city. Perhaps it is a suburb. We pull into a small driveway, and the policewoman and Monique get out. The policewoman comes to my side of the car, opens the door, and grabs my arm, dragging me to the front door. She unlocks it, drags me in, and throws me down into an easy chair in front of a small coffee table. She says something to Monique, and heads down the hallway.

“She says that we had better stay still, if we are smart,” says Monique, who then sits down.

Waiting for whatever is going to come next, my eyes begin to wander around the small room. I guess it’s the living room. The table has some magazines on it, and I begin to look through the pile. Underneath two issues of “Paris Match,” I come across two more “Chic” magazines. On the cover of one, I see a shapely woman with long, dark hair from behind. She is walking onto the deck of a house or apartment, and there is a body of water in the background. On the cover of the other, what appears to be the same woman appears, with her succulent behind exposed under a red dress that has been lifted to the waist. Then I see the text on the cover of the second magazine: “Keliana in that Red Hot Dress.” They are both Keliana.

Monique is sitting quietly, clearly nervous. The policewoman is still somewhere down the hall. Fearful of what is coming next, I take a chance at escaping. As quickly as I can, I rush to the front door and open it. Just as I am about to run out into the darkness, my way is blocked by yet another policewoman. She grabs me and drags me back into the room, throwing me down into the chair. Then, in what seems to be a single motion, she pulls off her policewoman’s uniform. A massive cock sticks straight out into my face. It is even larger than Teodora’s.

She shouts something in French, and turns to Monique.

“She says to suck her,” says Monique, “or else.”

to be continued ...

smc

04-16-2010, 02:29 PM

the story, continued ?

Before I can say a word of protest, the second policewoman rams her gigantic cock between my lips, into my mouth, and what feels like halfway down my throat. I gag and feel as if I will pass out. But before that happens, after only five deep thrusts of her massive tool, she begins to shoot cum into me. I feel it welling in my stomach. Then she grabs hold of her dick, pulls it out, and shoots more jizz all over my face. Then she grabs my arm, drags me over to Monique, and shouts something. I don?t know what she?s saying, but Monique begins to lick the cum from my face.

The second policewoman laughs and says, in rough English, ?Welcome to Paris.?

Then, the first policewoman reappears, dressed in a powder blue babydoll, her tits and cock visible through the sheer material. Her cock isn?t as big as her friend?s, but is fully erect and delicious looking. She wears her policewoman cap and holds a big dildo and some handcuffs. She says something in French, and Monique begins to undress me.

Meanwhile, the second policewoman makes a space on the table, takes the dildo, and -- using the suction cup I now notice near the balls -- attaches it firmly, sticking straight up. When I am fully naked, she grabs me and bends me over, rubbing her cock right against my ass and dripping some of the remnants of her enormous cumload right on my hole. Using her tongue, she then swirls around around a combination of cum and saliva and pushes into me. Satisfied that I am ready, she drags me to the table and, with one swift motion, pushes me down on the dildo, which goes deep into my ass so quickly that I yelp. She gently slaps my sticky face.

The dildo feels much deeper than the one I used at home, perhaps because I?m sitting on it. The first policewoman comes over and pulls my arms behind my back, handcuffing my wrists together. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Monique stealthily making her way to the door and running away. I am left alone with the two policewomen.

My hands now firmly shackled behind my back, the first policewoman stands on the table and dangles her cock in front of my face. Her friend kneels in front of the table and takes my cock in her surprisingly soft hand and strokes. I am nearly instantly rock hard. She then lowers her mouth onto my cock and, grabbing my waist, at the same time as she sucks me she lifts my entire body off part of the dildo in my ass. I can?t believe her strength. She?s literally lifting me up and down to fuck me with the dildo. I moan in absolute pleasure at being fucked and sucked simultaneously.

That seems to be signal. The first policewoman, her cock now as hard as mine, is positioned perfectly, and as her friend lifts me up and down on the dildo, my mouth hits the tip of her erection. She doesn?t have to tell me to open my mouth. This feels incredible, and I want more.

I feel like part of a perfectly constructed perpetual motion sex machine. One woman keeps her mouth on my cock, sucking me up and down as she lifts me off the dildo, which is fucking my ass better than it?s ever been fucked, and manages to use my mouth so that the other woman is face-fucking me. The rhythm is ideal, like the best music I?ve ever heard.

I hungrily suck, hardly even cognizant of the fact that I am a prisoner and, in essence, being raped. I don?t care. I take that cock with great enthusiasm. I look up at the first policewoman, and she is smiling at me. If my mouth wasn?t full of her cock, which now seems to be growing even larger, I would smile back.

The first policewoman rips off the top of her babydoll and begins to play with her tits. I want to suck them, but I?m busy. Meanwhile. my ass is being plundered by the dildo, and my dick is filling with cum. I wonder how long I can keep from spewing it into the second policewoman?s mouth. Almost as if on cue, she takes one hand from my waist -- miraculously managing to continue working my entire body up and down, with superhuman strength -- and tightly grasps the bottom of my shaft to keep me from cumming.

As the cock keeps growing in my mouth, I begin to feel the first policewoman?s balls bumping against my chin. They are so smooth and warm, and I really want to lick them. But these women definitely have a plan. Suddenly, the first policewoman moans deeply and begins to wave her left hand. It?s obviously a signal, because at the precise moment that the cock in my mouth begins to shoot a huge load directly down my throat, the second policewoman release her hand from the base of my shaft and I begin to shoot a huge load directly into her mouth. I look down and she looks up, as cum drips from her lips, which are still firmly around my hard dick. The first policewoman and I keep cumming and cumming, until I nearly pass out.

Both of us who have just cum are exhausted from our orgasms, but the second policewoman doesn?t care. The first policewoman climbs down from the table, rearranges her babydoll, and sits on the couch, stroking her softening cock beneath the sheer material. The second policewoman lifts me off the dildo, yanks it off the table -- it makes a funny sound as the suction releases -- and rams it straight into my mouth.

?Suck!? she yells. I taste my ass for a minute or so, and she pulls the dildo from my mouth and throws it in a corner of the room. ?Good!? she says, smiling broadly.

I notice that she is rock hard, just like when she forced me to suck her, and I am again overwhelmed by the size of her dick. The more I stare at it, the larger it becomes. I estimate that it is easily half-again as large as Teodora?s, previously the biggest I?d ever seen in real life or a magazine.

The second policewoman comes around behind me and undoes the handcuffs. She drags me to the chair and sits me down. She then goes to the couch and kisses her friend in the babydoll. Positioning her on all fours, she gets behind her and thrusts her humongous dick right into her ass in one motion. The first policewoman screams in utter ecstasy, and begins to moan loudly as she is fucked harder and harder. The second policewoman, just before she is lost to her own ecstasy, turns to me and says, again in barely understandable English, ?You are next.?

?No!? I think to myself. ?No! I am saving that for Keliana.?

The pounding continues, and within minutes the second policewoman is lost in her own utter ecstasy. Even though she occasionally turns my way, I notice that her eyes seem to have gone back in her head. I sense my chance. Grabbing my shirt and pants from the floor where Monique dumped them, I make my way to the door and leave. I am at the end of the short driveway when I remember I?ve forgotten two things.

Quietly, I make my way back into the house. The two policewoman are lost to their lust, one screaming and the other grunting like a wild animal. I grab the first thing: my shoes. I quickly scan the floor for the other thing: the two ?Chic? magazines I found earlier, with Keliana on the cover. They are in a pile from when the table was cleared for my ass-plundering. I grab them and head back out the door.

* *

I am very lucky. I wander around this suburb most of the rest of the night, but eventually find a Metro station and take the train back to Paris. I find my way back to the hostel and wonder whether I need to sneak in. Deciding to confront the situation head on, I go right to the front desk and tell the clerk that I was released by the police. It is not the same person as the night before, but he is familiar with the situation -- and he speaks perfect English. He admonishes me to have no more disturbances. I nod in assent, and head upstairs, wondering if Monique returned. I suspect she would high-tail it as far away from here as possible.

When I am halfway up the stairs, I hear him call my name. I stop, and he brings me a small package.

?This came for you earlier this morning,? he says.

I hold in my hand a small package, wrapped in brown paper and with a string tied around it. The sender is is a familiar name, but I can?t quite place it. The address is somewhere in London. I wonder how anyone other than my mother, sister, and aunts and uncles know when I will be where in Europe. When I get to the room, there are a few people just getting ready to leave. I wait for them, and collapse on the bed, exhausted by the thorough fucking I have just experienced. But I want to know what is in the package.

Ripping open the paper, I pull out a small envelope. The rest of whatever is in the package is wrapped again. In the envelope is a handwritten note that reads as follows:

?My young friend -- I have returned home for a visit and, by chance -- the only way -- seen someone special. I told her about you, and she hopes that you, too, will chance upon her. Remember my suggestions, and enjoy this gift from her.?

I unwrap the remainder, and find three brand-new magazines with Keliana on the cover. They are ?CUMM International,? a magazine I have never seen. She looks stunning in a bathing suit on two of them, and in a sexy, red dress on the other. As I open the first magazine, another note slips out onto the floor. As I bend to pick it up, I smell perfume. It reads:

?I am the cover girl for a new magazine. These have not yet arrived in Europe. You are the first to see them here, other than me. I hope you enjoy them as much as I hear you are enjoying my other photographs. Find me in London.?

The note is signed ?Your Keliana.?

I am in shock. I bring the note to my nose to take in the full fragrance of the perfume. Perhaps my mind is playing ticks on me, but I swear there is also a faint smell of sex. Or maybe that?s all over me.

Suddenly, I realize where I know the name from the outer wrapper. It?s the old gentleman from the adult bookstore, back home.

to be continued ...

smc

04-20-2010, 06:48 PM

the story, continued …

A note from Keliana! “Find me in London,” she wrote. The old gentleman from the bookstore back home is clearly on my side.

My mind is racing. I don’t know what to do next. Should I leave Paris immediately and head for London? Should I stay here in case some clues might arrive. As the thoughts course through my head, and the scent of Keliana’s perfume lingers, I find myself rushing downstairs to the hostel lobby, where there is a public telephone.

So far, my only communication with home has been through postcards, but now I get instructions from the desk clerk, purchase the necessary phone card, and make my call. The phone at home rings five times before my mother answers. “How’s this?!” she shouts.

I realize it is just before dawn at home. “Sorry, Mom,” I say. “I forgot how early it is back there.”

I hear her take a deep breath. Then she says, more calmly, “I thought you would only call in an emergency. Is everything okay? Are you in Paris now?”

“Yes,” I reply. “I was just surprised today to receive a package here in Paris, and I was wondering how it happened.”

“A package? From whom?” Before I can answer, I hear my sister’s voice in the background, demanding the phone.

“You got a package?” It’s my sister. I tell her it came from someone I know from town.

“He came by the house when Mom wasn’t home,” she explains. “I recognized him from the time I went to that adult bookstore to buy you your going-away present. He was working that day, but wasn’t the one who helped me. But he seemed to know all about your trip, and said he was going home to England and wondered if I knew when you would be there. I said I had your itinerary and gave him the information so he could contact you.”

“Did he say anything else?” I ask.

“No, little bro. Why?” she replies.

“I’m just trying to figure out what it all means,” I say.

“Don’t be so fucking mysterious,” says my sister. I hear my mother’s voice in the background, telling her to watch her language.

“Mom’s listening?” I ask.

“Don’t worry, bro,” she says. “She’s back in her room. I said that really loud, I guess.”

“Good. So, did he say anything else?”

“Nope.” There’s a long pause, and then my sister asks, “It’s about that cock-girl, isn’t it?”

“She’s a real girl,” I say, somewhat petulantly. “As much a girl as you.”

“Whatever you say, bro. Listen, did you like my little gift?”

I tell her yes and that I have a great story to tell her when I get home. I ask her if Mom wants to talk to me before I go, and she tells me my mother is already back asleep.

“I hope you find her,” says my sister. “You’re a little perv, but you’re my brother, so I want you to be happy.”

And she hangs up.

* *

I decide that I must get to London, right away. My flight isn’t until late tomorrow, but I head out of the hostel, with directions from the desk clerk to the nearest Air France office. I will change my ticket.

The agent at the office speaks the best English I’ve heard in Paris. Unfortunately, his facility with my language only helps explain as clearly as possible that my ticket cannot be changed without paying a very large fee, far in excess of what I have to spend. Disgruntled, I head out, quite exhausted from marathon fucking and sucking of the night before, and roam the streets of Paris. I find something to eat, and drink a couple of espressos to elevate my energy level. In mid-afternoon, I stop at a magazine kiosk outside one of the Metro stations, where they have newspapers in English.

As I flip through the International Herald Tribune, I notice two kids at the other end of the rack of magazines. They appear to be about 12 or 13 years old. They have a magazine in their hands, and are whispering in French and chuckling as they turn the pages. Suddenly, the surly man running the kiosk comes out from behind his small counter, and grabs the magazine from their hands. Holding it up, he shouts something in French that sounds angry and profane at the same time.

The boys run off. An older man, reading Le Monde, says to me in English, “Funny. He wonders why that magazine was delivered to him.” I guess he speaks English to me because of the newspaper I’m reading.

Just as I get ready to continue my walk around the city, I see the kiosk proprietor throw the magazine down on his counter, shaking his head. My eyes light up.

“Is that for sale?” I ask.

He looks at me and grunts. “Huh?”

I do remember one thing in French. “C’est combien?” I ask. “How much does it cost?”

He hands me the magazine and gestures for me to leave.

“C’est combien?” I ask again.

The older man says, “He’s telling you to take it and go.”

I do, and return to the hostel as quickly as possible. If I can’t go to London immediately, I can at least have some quiet time with my beloved Keliana late this afternoon, while the hostel is mostly abandoned by the other guests.

You see, the magazine kiosk somehow received an issue of “CUMM International” other than those sent to me by the man from the bookstore back home. I thought they were brand new, but here it is, now mine. This one features Keliana -- the beautiful, the sexy, the delicious Keliana -- with white panties and her beautiful girl cock bulging. Mine is now bulging, too. The cover text is about Keliana as a secretary, and I suddenly imagine myself as her boss, calling her in to my office for whatever my heart desires.

“How did I ever happen upon this magazine?” I wonder, as I find my way back to the bathroom where last night’s adventure began, close the door of the stall, open the magazine, and begin to pleasure myself to the pictures inside of Keliana.

It doesn’t take long before I cum, but this time I muffle my scream. I clean up and head back to my room, nearly colliding with Monique in the hallway.

“Come with me,” she says, grabbing my hand.

to be continued ...

Wingman1500

04-24-2010, 11:09 PM

Enjoying the story so far, but here we are 4 days since the last episode and nothing more. Hope you're not experiencing 'writer block' there SMC.
KEEP EM CUMMING

smc

04-26-2010, 11:16 AM

Enjoying the story so far, but here we are 4 days since the last episode and nothing more. Hope you're not experiencing 'writer block' there SMC.
KEEP EM CUMMING

Thank you so very much for letting me know you are enjoying the story. I will be posting a new installment in the next few hours. I am sure you can imagine that looking at Keliana's pictures for inspiration also serious interruptions during which typing is impossible. The more pictures Keliana sends to me for my story, the more frequent these interruptions occur. ;)

smc

04-26-2010, 04:21 PM

the story, continued ...

Monique ? the girl who was forced into being the translator when I was kidnapped, and who was forced to lick cum off my face, and who managed to escape before me. I certainly hadn?t expected to see her again, but here she is pulling me down the stairs and out the front door of the hostel.

We get to the street and she opens her small satchel, taking my magazine and stuffing it away. ?You don?t want to be carrying that on the street,? she says.

?Where are we going?? I ask.

?Please, just come with me. Not far.? Her response is purposeful.

We walk a couple of blocks to a small caf?. Entering, she sits me down at a table far from the other patrons. The waiter scurries over quickly, and she orders two espressos. Then she begins to speak.

?Those two policewomen are after you. After I left, I came back to the hostel to get my things. I?ve been on the streets ever since, but early this morning, I was confronted in a park by another policewoman. She had a copy of my passport picture, and she knew my name, and she knew I am from Marseille. She got all that from the hostel.?

I look at her in disbelief. ?Who are you?!? she asks.

I explain that I am completely in the dark about why they?re looking for me, and that she knows as much as I do: the first policewoman came to the hostel that night, took us both into her ?custody,? and that I, too, escaped later on, after the two policewomen had had their way with me.

?Well, she asked a lot of questions about you,? Monique continues. ?They wanted to know your connection with this Keliana from your magazines.?

?Huh?!? I say. ?That makes even less sense.?

?I think you should be worried,? Monique continues. ?The one in the park was very adamant. She received a radio call about a disturbance somewhere else in the park, and when she left I ran to the hostel right away to find you.? Monique gulps down her espresso and gets up to leave. ?Get out of Paris,? she says, ?I?m going home on the first possible train.?

What should I do? This is all so bizarre. Why did the policewomen have those ?Chic? magazines with Keliana on the cover? Is this all because I stole them? I decide to head back to the hostel, check out, and use some of my extra money for a cheap, safer hotel.

I have a phone message at the hotel. The clerk hands me a slip of paper. There?s a London phone number and the note says ?call immediately.? After a few rings from the pay phone, I recognize the voice of the old gentleman saying ?hello.?

?I understand you have found yourself in some trouble,? he says.

I ask, ?How do you know??

?My young friend,? he says, in a calming voice. ?Everything will be fine, and all will be explained. Tell me what has happened.?

I tell him the entire tale.

?Take down this address,? he says, still calm. ?Go there now. Ask for ?tienne. He will be waiting, and you will be safe until your flight to London.?

There?s a click and he?s gone.

* * *

I go to a small building on a side street near Les Invalides. I can see through a gate to a small courtyard. I ring the bell by the gate, and a woman?s voice answers. ?Oui? Qui est-ce??

She want my name. I answer. Then she says something else I don?t understand. The intercom goes silent, and a moment later the woman appears. She is stunning, dressed in a sheer white dress. I can see a dark-colored bra and dark panties through her outer garment, and there is a noticeable bulge from what I imagine must be her cock.

?Do you speak French?? she asks me in English, but with an incredibly sexy French accent. I tell her that I only know a few words. ?Come this way. ?tienne is expecting you.?

I follow her across the courtyard. I can see through her dress, and I?m getting quite aroused. Her long, red hair flows down her back. It?s driving me crazy. She turns and smiles. ?You like what you see?? she asks. Then she beckons me to follow her through an open door and down a small hallway. She knocks on another door and opens it. Inside is a young man, not much older than me He comes running over, with his hand out to shake.

?Welcome,? he says, ?I am ?tienne. You are safe here.?

?What?s going on?? I ask.

?Ah, this,? he says, making a sweeping motion around the room. ?A photo shoot.?

There are large lights and around the room, and in one corner there is a booth like in a restaurant.

?No. I mean why am I here??

?There will be time to explain later,? he says. ?For now, would you like to help us??

?How??

?tienne nods to the red-haired woman. She comes up to me and kisses me on the mouth, using her tongue. She also rubs her bulge against my cock, which now hardens fully. Then she reaches down and strokes it through my pants.

??tienne comes closer and whispers in my ear, ?Your friend Keliana gives her full approval.?

* * *

When it is time to shoot, the redhead reappears in a short black dress, her hair up, and wearing a beautiful pearl necklace. She takes my hand. ?We are going to play out a scene,? she whispers. ??tienne prefers candid shots. Just follow my lead.? With that, she again squeezes my cock.

?What?s your name?? I ask. She tells me it is D?sir?e. I know what that means.

D?sir?e leads me to the booth. We sit together, and she begins to cuddle and kiss me. ?tienne?s camera flashes.

?Pretend no one is here,? she says. ?No photographer. No one in the restaurant. What would you want to do with me??

I begin to kiss her passionately and touch her all over. ?Slow,? she says. ?Romantic. Use your words to help set the mood.?

I tell her she?s beautiful, that her red hair is gorgeous, that I would like to see it down. I tell her how sexy she is in her black dress, and how lovely her necklace is.

?I will be giving you one of your own,? she says, and winks.

I work one hands up her leg, to the inside of her thigh and all the way to her crotch. I can feel lace panties, and I pull her short dress up to get a better look. ?tienne?s camera flashes away, but never right in my eyes. The bulge beneath her black lace panties is so enticing. I bend to kiss her cock through the lingerie. She moans and puts her tongue in my ear.

I continue to explore her body with my hands as we kiss. Soon, D?sir?e reaches up and takes my hand off of her bulge. She pulls her panties aside and releases her cock. It is about the same size as mine, with a dewy tip from her pre-cum. She replaces my hand and whispers to me, ?Stroke it, my darling.?

D?sir?e's cock grows harder in my hand and begins to throb. I stroke her and I kiss her neck, which makes her entire body shudder. Suddenly, she moves me away and sits on the table, pulling her dress up and letting her hair down. ?Love me with your mouth, darling.? Her beautiful cock points straight out, with her panties pulled to the side. It is so erotic. I feel my own cock drip in my pants.

I stand up, bend over, and begin to suck her. Her cock is so delicious, so smooth, and it throbs in my mouth. Soon, D?sir?e begins to buck in my mouth and speak. ?Yes, baby. Rub my balls while you suck me. Caress my thighs.? Her accent, and the taste of her, are driving me crazy. I feel my cock drip more.

This continues for several minutes, as ?tienne shoots more and more pictures. Suddenly, D?sir?e pulls my mouth off of her cock and says, ?Look what you?ve done to me. Have you ever seen a cock so pleasured??

Her cock is undulating. The head is swollen and almost a deep purple. It is obvious that there is a lot of cum waiting for me. I can?t wait.

?Suck me more, darling,? insists D?sir?e. I slowly run my tongue along the underside of her shaft, eventually letting the head of her cock rest on my tongue. With my mouth open, but the tip of my tongue licking, D?sir?e can feel my hot breath flowing over her entire length. She looks at ?tienne and barely gets out what I can tell is a question, in French, because of her labored breathing. I see ?tienne nod.

Quickly, D?sir?e reaches down with both hands, grabs my head, and pulls my mouth over her, sending the full length of her cock all the way down my throat. She pulls my entire head towards her, and then pushes it away, several times. Then, as she screams, I squeeze my lips around the base of her cock and she explodes, sending hot, delicious cum into my stomach. But before she is done, she pulls herself out, grabs her cock with one hand, rips open my shirt with the other, and releases what seems like another full load all over my chin and chest.

?Your pearl necklace, darling,? she says, smiling.

?You did very well,? says ?tienne, patting me on the back. ?D?sir?e is my best cummer.? She grabs my head again to kiss me full on the lips.

* * *

We clean up, and ?tienne tells me to accompany D?sir?e to another room for food and wine. I notice a table with a stack of magazines, and find ?Colorsex 5.? The cover has Keliana lounging on the floor in sunglasses, a black mini dress, and high heels.

??tienne photographs her when she is in Paris,? says D?sir?e. I am sure he would let you have it.? He walks in and tells me it is mine. A moment later, a much, much older woman walks in and hands him a large manila envelope.

?My assistant,? he explains, opening it. ?Ah, yes, this is for you. Keliana asked me to give it to you.? He hands me ?Ass Parade.?

?She says to imagine her just like that later, with D?sir?e. After that, you will get your explanation.?

Apparently, I will be fucking D?sir?e. How odd it all seems. What a strange journey. I?ve gone from being an innocent young man who likes special girls, and who is obsessed by one in particular, to being in porn shoots.

to be continued ...

bigjoe

04-27-2010, 11:35 AM

she is just so amazing!

smc

04-29-2010, 12:26 PM

the story, continued ...

We sit in the room and eat, drink, and talk about nothing in particular. ?tienne leaves the room for a few minutes, and D?sir?e comes over to me and gets real close, asking me if I like her.

?I loved sucking your cock,? I say.

?I hope you like the rest of me,? she purrs.

?tienne returns. ?Let?s do the other shoot before it?s ?too late,? he says, ?And then I will answer your questions.?

D?sir?e excuses herself. ?tienne ushers me into a different room that?s set up for photography, with a large bed.

?I want to shoot you with D?sir?e again.?

?How?? I ask.

?I have learned,? he says, ?that the girls are best left to set the scenes themselves. Follow her lead, as before.?

The door opens and D?sir?e stands there. She looks younger than me, now dressed as a schoolgirl with a plain white blouse, short tie, dark plaid skirt with pleats, frilly white ankle socks, and a pair of black flat shoes. Her red hair hangs in two braided pigtails. She skips across the room and stands right in front of me.

?What do you think?? she giggles.

I am speechless. She looks like she has stepped out of a wet dream.

?You?re blushing,? she says. ?And after sucking my cock. That is so cute.? She kisses me on the mouth and takes my hand, leading me to the bed. ?Sit down,? she says, and then whispers in my ear, ?You?re the new teacher at school. I have a crush on you,? she says.

D?sir?e leans into me, seated on the bed, puts my face against her blouse, and places one my hands on her leg. ?Seduce me,? she says, breathily. ?I will be easy.? ?tienne?s camera begins to flash.

I stand to kiss her. Our tongues dance together, and I hold her tightly.

?You are so beautiful,? I whisper into her ear. ?So sexy.?

?Maybe I can be your number-one girl?? she asks. It makes me think of Keliana, and D?sir?e reminds me that Keliana wants this for me. I sit back down on the bed and she sits beside me, smoothing out her skirt. I run my fingers through her hair and kiss her neck. She moans softly and places my hand on her knee, gently pushing it up her leg. Soon my fingers touch her panties.

?Rub my cock,? D?sir?e says, with a hungry tone. ?Make me hard.? I do, and she starts to rub my cock through my pants. She squeezes me, and I squeeze her and feel her panties moisten.

?Ooh,? D?sir?e says, with a little laugh in her voice. ?You?ve made me leak. Now I have to be your dirty little slut!? With that, she gets off the bed and down on her knees, unzips my pants, pulls out my cock, and begins to lap gently at the head. I feel some of my precum drip onto her tongue.

As D?sir?e continues to suck me, I feel my legs tense. She stops, suddenly. ?Not so quickly. I want your cum in my pussy.? She climbs on the bed and gets on all fours. ?Take off my panties, teacher,? she commands. ?Don?t you want to lick my pussy.?

I climb up behind her and pull down her white cotton panties. Her cock is hard and sticking out, and her beautiful behind is glistening from her precum, which has leaked into just the right place.

?Please kiss my pussy,? she says. I lick and taste her hole. D?sir?e moans loudly, reaches back, pulls my legs closer, and grabs my cock, still sticking out from my unzipped pants.

?Take these off!? she barks. I do so, quickly. ?Take everything off!?

In a flash, I am completely naked, and I return to her pussy. As I probe it with my tongue, I stroke her wonderful girl cock.

?I am ready for you,? D?sir?e announces. ?tienne?s camera continues to flash. D?sir?e wiggles her exquisite ass. I kiss her hole again and slip my hand over the crack, entering her with one finger. ?More,? she moans.

I work two, and then three fingers into her and fuck her gently with them. I notice a stream of precum dripping from her cock all the way down to the bedspread. Her pussy is hot and tight.

?Fuck me with your cock, teacher,? says D?sir?e. ?I want you inside.? I position myself behind her and rub the wet tip of my cock against her hole. Suddenly, she backs up against me violently and forces me into her all the way to my balls, in one motion.

?Mmmmmm,? she groans. Her hole tightens around me. She reaches back and grabs my ass. I feel her fingernails gently scraping against my skin, and it drives me wild. I begin to buck into her with wanton desire.

?That?s it, baby,? cries D?sir?e, in her sexy French accent. ?Make me your dirty little schoolgirl slut.?

?My god,? I cry out. ?This is amazing. You are so tight.?

?Yes,? says D?sir?e, ?I am tight for you because I?m a virgin.?

I chuckle quietly at this part of her roleplaying, as I continue to fuck her.

?I don?t pretend,? she says, her voice becoming breathier. ?Yours is the first real cock inside of me.? She pulls me in deeper. I continue to fuck her and feel that I?m going to cum, and soon.

I want it,? she moans. ?I want your hot cum deep inside of me!? I pound her harder and harder.

?Stroke mine,? she demands. ?Make me cum with you.? Reaching around, I take her beautiful cock in my hand and stroke as I ram myself into her pussy. I feel it growing and she begins to grunt. ?Together, please!? she shouts.

?Tell me when,? I say straining not to cum.

?Now!? D?sir?e screams at the top of her lungs. ?Fill me!? I begin to pump my cum into her violently, just as she erupts in my hand and shoots a hot stream of her girl cum across the bed.

After a minute, D?sir?e collapses on the bed. I fall on top of her. She continues to squeeze me gently inside of her until I finally soften and slip out. Cum oozes out everywhere.

I hear ?tienne?s voice. ?Clean her,? he says. It?s something new to me, but I bend down and lick up every drop. When I finish, D?sir?e turns over. She is beautiful. She lifts herself up to kiss me. It feels romantic.

?Now I am a real woman,? she whispers.

* * *

After we recover from fucking, D?sir?e clean ourselves up and go back to the room with the food and wine. ?tienne is waiting and says it?s time to go. D?sir?e comes over and whispers in my ear. ?I want to sleep with you tonight, when you come back. In your bed.?

?Let?s go,? says ?tienne. He takes me to his car for a drive around Paris, and tells me the full story. The policewomen who abducted me are the ?enforcers? for a cartel of pornographers in Paris who have long controlled the market for magazines with special girls. The ?Chic? and ?CUMM International? magazines are outside their control, and they?re angry.

The old gentleman from England is well known throughout Europe for the assistance he has given to models over the years, and he is largely responsible for ?CUMM International? hiring Keliana as its new top model. He also arranged the ?Chic? photoshoots, hiring ?tienne because he is one of the few erotic photographers in Paris not in the cartel?s clutches. Keliana has become very popular in France in a very short time.

The cartel, he explains, somehow learned about my quest to find Keliana and they think I?m their easy way to her and force her to shoot for them. Not even D?sir?e, he tells me, in all her beauty, compares in impact to what Keliana does to the men who see her in magazines. She would be very valuable to the cartel.

Suddenly, the car stops. ?I have a gift for you,? he says. We are in the 4th arondissement, parked in front of Notre-Dame de Paris on the ?le de la Cit?. It?s late, the cathedral is dark, and the street is nearly empty.

?You must trust me and follow these instructions precisely,? ?tienne says, pointing out the window. ?Go around enter into the door. Go up the stairs and turn left. Count seven pews and sit. It will be very dark. Be quiet and wait. You will be safe. Find your way back here when you?re done.? He reaches across me and opens my car door.

I follow the instructions. As I sit, in the dead silence of the cathedral, I suddenly hear creaking wood and then feel a presence. A soft hand touches mine. I feel breath in my ear and there is a whisper.

?I am grateful for your help.? I begin to turn my head, but she tells me to look forward. ?Find me in London, darling. Find your Keliana.?

And just as quickly, she is gone. I jump up and look around. There is nothing but darkness. My heart races.

After a few minutes, I decide to find ?tienne. As I open the outer door, a large envelope falls to the ground. I pick it up and run to ?tienne?s car, getting in.

?You are fine?? he asks.

?It was Keliana,? I say, barely able to catch my breath.

?Open the envelope.? He turns on the light. There are three more issues of ?CUMM International,? with Keliana on the covers.

?There is something else,? ?tienne says. ?Look inside.? I find a smaller envelope with my name on the outside. It looks as if someone has kissed the envelope with lipstick on. I touch the kiss, and it feels warm, as if kissed in the past minute or so. I open it to find a note.

?Don?t wear yourself out, darling. Find me in London, and ?tienne may be there, too.?

I look at ?tienne, who smiles, puts the car in gear, and drives us back to his house.

to be continued ...

smc

04-30-2010, 04:08 PM

the story, continued ?

We are back at ?tienne?s house, and I am exhausted. I ask about sleeping arrangements, and ?tienne shows me to a bedroom.

I strip down to my underpants, lie down on the bed, and look through the new magazines from Keliana. I hold the note from her in my hand. I smell it. I kiss the lipstick on the envelope.

After only a few minutes, the door opens and in comes D?sir?e. She is wearing a powder-blue baby doll. Her perfect tits and beautiful girl cock are visible through the sheer material, and she looks exquisite. She makes her way to the bed and sits down, pushing the magazines to the end.

?Remember? I want to sleep with you tonight.? Her voice is soft and warm.

?I?m very tired,? I tell her.

?I just want to be with you, before you leave for Keliana.? There is the sound of resignation in her voice.

?Okay,? I say. She smiles and lies down next to me.

?I am very tired, too,? D?sir?e announces. ?Turn out the light.?

I reach over to switch off the lamp, but not before neatly gathering up my magazines and placing them carefully on the table next to the bed. Now it?s dark, but for a small bit of light that comes through a window on the opposite wall from the bed. We lie there on our backs, in silence, for a moment, and then I hear D?sir?e sigh deeply. She turns in my direction and moves closer, pulling one of my arms around her and nestling herself against me, with her head on my shoulder. Her smell is intoxicating. She is so soft against my bare chest. She seems like some kind of magical combination between an innocent young girl and a sexual vixen. I feel myself begin to harden.

?May I tell you something?? she asks. I tell her she can say anything.

?I am jealous,? she says, with a bit of a pout. ?I am jealous of Keliana.?

Now it?s my turn to sigh.

D?sir?e continues. ?I?ve been with her, you know. She has been here for ?tienne?s magazine shoots. One time, he let me pose with her, and I even got to touch her cock, but those photos are not yet published. Soon, though.?

?I?d like to see those,? I say.

?I am sure you would,? says D?sir?e. ?But to see Keliana, not me.?

She falls silent. After a few minutes, she begins to speak again.

?When I think about it, I believe I understand. Everyone falls in love with their first. I bet Keliana was the first special girl you ever encountered.?

?That?s true,? I say.

?You took my virginity. I know it was for photographs, but it was also something special.? D?sir?e?s voice becomes a whisper. ?So, it should not surprise you that I have fallen in love with you.?

I really don?t know what to say, but I can tell she is waiting.

?D?sir?e, words cannot express how special it is to me to be the one. I think you are beautiful. I think you are sexy. I think you are tremendously arousing. But those words are not enough.?

Another minute of silence goes by before D?sir?e speaks again.

?If you cannot express it in words, will you show me?? she asks. Then she moves to climb on top of me, and sits right on my cock. I become fully erect almost instantly, and I am straining to be free of my underpants. D?sir?e gets off me for a moment and pulls my pants down, moves her panties to the side, and sits right down on my cock. I am in her all the way. I can feel my balls nestled in the crack of her ass.

?Lie there and let me show you how I feel,? she says. ?I will fuck you.?

She begins to grind herself down on me, and I can feel my cock so far into her that it feels as if it must be in her stomach. She takes my hands and puts them on her tits. ?Touch me, please.?

With my cock so deep, D?sir?e begins to move slowly around, and then up and down just a bit. I continue to play with her nipples, which have become hard and as pink as little erasers. I can?t help myself, and take one and then the other in my mouth. She moans, and her entire body shudder for 30 seconds.

?You made me cum,? she says. ?You made me cum like a real woman.?

?D?sir?e, you are a real woman,? I say. She bends over and kisses me deeply, while continuing to gyrate on my hard cock. I feel her shudder again, and her special girl pussy grips me tightly. I feel so massive, and I can?t imagine how she can fit me in her. But she continues to fuck me, and cums again and again. This makes my dick fill with jizz.

?I?m ready for you,? she says, and lifts her self off my cock almost completely. Then she sits back down roughly, and I feel as if I?ve gone even deeper. ?I want you to fill me with your love.?

Gripping her breasts and squeezing her nipples, and buried to the hilt in her behind, I begin to shoot load after hot load of my cum. She moans and groans, and bucks and flails. I cum for what seems like forever, until she collapses on me, in my arms.

We stay like that for a while, and then she kisses me and drifts off to sleep. It takes me a little longer, but I do fall asleep, and dream of D?sir?e and Keliana, together with me.

* *

I awake very late in the morning with sunlight streaming through the window. D?sir?e is gone, but in the bed next to me is a new magazine, ?Baby Dolls? Volume 1, No. 6. Keliana is on the cover, in white lingerie. The text promises ?cute little nymphets who love to fondle and explore!?

I open the magazine, and there is a note inside from D?sir?e. ?Surprise,? it reads, ?the printer delivered some copies of this to ?tienne early this morning. I am one of the nymphets, with Keliana. Look on page 17.?

I immediately turn to page 17, and find beautiful D?sir?e on her knees, with Keliana?s hard cock resting in her outstretched hand. It?s part of an amazing photo spread featuring my beautiful Keliana. I gasp in recognition. The shot of the two of them together is exactly as I imagined it in my dream.

As my cock hardens at the sight of the two of them together, Keliana and D?sir?e, I begin to think about stroking myself. But the door opens, and ?tienne stands there.

?You have slept very late,? he says, ?and there is work to be done.?

to be continued ?

keliana

04-30-2010, 04:16 PM

This is the BEST yet!

smc

05-04-2010, 03:18 PM

the story, continued …

?tienne says there is “work to be done.” I suspect it is another photo shoot with D?sir?e.

“Get dressed and eat something,” ?tienne tells me. “Then we will go. Right away.” He leaves the room.

I want to spend more time with my new magazine, my gift from D?sir?e with her and Keliana together, but ?tienne was most insistent. So, I quickly shower, throw on some clothes, and make my way down the hall. I hear ?tienne call my name.

“In here,” he says, and I enter a small room. There is a table with some bread and cheese set out, and ?tienne sits there with a young woman. As I walk over to the table, he introduces me.

“This,” he says, “is Zeva.”

The woman stands and holds out her hand, and only now do I notice that she is wearing a uniform. It’s familiar, and I realize it is the uniform of a Paris policewoman -- just like that of my kidnappers. I’ve been set up.

“Relax,” says ?tienne, sensing my concern. “Zeva is a friend.” He motions that I should sit and eat.

While I have some food, ?tienne explains that Zeva is his “eyes and ears” inside the magazine distribution ring that uses the policewomen for protection. Apparently, Zeva also models for ?tienne, but he is very careful never to reveal her face enough that her cover is blown inside the squad.

“Your ordeal gave D?sir?e an idea early this morning,” ?tienne says. “And Zeva is the perfect model.”

“Where is D?sir?e?” I ask. “She seems to have left suddenly. And doesn’t Zeva speak?”

“D?sir?e,” says ?tienne, smiling, “is off to visit a mutual friend. Zeva will speak when it is necessary.”

* *

I finish eating and accompany ?tienne and Zeva to the car. Zeva sits with me in the back and never says a word, but runs her hands all over me and puts my hands on her tits and crotch. I can tell that she has a very large girl cock.

After driving for about 45 minutes, we come to a rather seedy looking neighborhood of Paris. ?tienne stops the car by an alley and we all get out. He grabs three cameras and puts them around his neck.

“Walk to the end of the block,” he tells me. “Then come this way. I want you to look like you are lost.”

I do as I’m told, thinking that I am lost and so it won’t take much effort to look that way. As I walk towards ?tienne, he shoots picture after picture. Finally, when I get close to him, Zeva steps out of the alley, still in her uniform and now with her cap on. She also has a handgun holstered to her waist. She speaks for the first time, in English but with a heavy French accent.

“Are you authorized to be in this neighborhood?” she barks at me, grabbing my arm and stopping me.

I look at ?tienne, who simply makes a motion with his hand that I should go on.

“I’m sorry, but I’m lost,” I say.

“I do not think so,” says Zeva. “Come with me.” She pulls me into the alley and pushes me against the wall. She is the same height as me, and amazingly strong.

“This is a restricted area,” she says, sternly. “Boys who come here are punished, unless they are authorized.” With that, she spins me around and pushes me against the wall again, with my face right in the bricks. “I am going to fuck you.”

I jump away, and Zeva laughs. I go right over to ?tienne, who has been taking pictures all along. “No, please,” I beg him. “I am saving myself. I’ll do anything else. Really. I’m grateful for your help. But no, I …”

He cuts me off. Putting his arm around my shoulder, he turns me away from Zeva and quietly says, “I know, my friend, but Keliana wants this.”

I look at him, a mixture of hurt and bemusement.

“Do not think of it the wrong way, ?tienne explains. “No, she wants you to experience a girl’s cock in you there, so when she has you, you will know that she is the best. How can you know that if you’ve only had girl cocks in your mouth?”

With that, he pushes me back to Zeva. She grabs me again and pushes me face first against the wall. Then she reaches between my legs and fondles my cock. It begins to grow inside my pants. Turning me around again to face her, she kisses me and then opens my belt and pulls my pants down to my ankles, quickly. My cock strains against my underwear.

“Stroke it,” she commands, pointing. “Take it out and stroke it.”

I do as I’m told, and she gets down and begins to suck me. After a few seconds, when I am rock hard, she stands me back up. As she kisses me roughly, she somehow manages to open her policewoman’s shirt. She is wearing a silky camisole, and her nipples are poking straight out. She bends my head down so my mouth is over one, and I suck it through the material. Meanwhile, she takes out her enormous girl cock. The entire shaft sticks out from the zipper of her policewoman’s skirt, and it must be 10” long. It is thick, too, thicker than I’ve ever seen.

“Touch me,” she commands. “Stroke my cock.”

Again, I follow her orders. ?tienne’s camera clicks incessantly.

After a minute, she turns me back around, bends me over a bit, and pushes my face into the bricks. First she pulls off my shirt, and then he begins to rub her massive erection in the crack of my ass. She also reaches around and tweaks my nipples with one hand, while the other finds my cock and tugs on it. Then she moves her hands around to the back of my thighs.

“Take my cock, you virgin boy,” she whispers in my ear. With that, she pushes the entire length of her girl cock into my ass. I begin to scream, but before the sound comes out she puts a hand over my mouth to muffle the volume. With her other hand, she pulls me back into her and begins to fuck me in earnest. I suddenly become aware that there are people watching out by the street, where the alley begins.

Zeva thrusts into me, and out again, and in and out. The initial pain turns to extreme pleasure. I feel her so deep, and I can’t get enough. My body begins to respond in that way, and Zeva and our audience all notice.

As she fucks me more, she takes one hand and rips open her camisole. I feel her tits slapping against my back as she pumps her enormous, engorged girl cock into my ass. Suddenly, as she begins to moan, something changes. I feel her in a different way inside of me. My entire body begins to tingle, and she senses it. She whispers in my ear, “You are going to cum in your ass, because I have found your spot.” As soon as the last word leaves her lips, I feel my ass contract around her cock and wave after wave of warmth flows through my entire body.

?tienne’s camera is right there, photographing my face as I cum anally for the first time.

“I like how your ass feels when you cum,” Zeva whispers as she begins to pound me harder and harder, grunting and moaning loudly. “Now it is Zeva’s turn. I am going to fill you. Do you want it? Do you want my hot girl cum?”

I moan loudly.

“Say it,” she yells. “Say what you want.” She slows down her fucking, which is not what I want.

“Cum in me, please!” I say, quietly.

“Louder!” she shouts.

“Cum in me, please!” This time I say it so the people by the street can hear.

“You do not deserve my cum unless you tell the world!” Zeva says, sternly.

“Cum in my ass!” I shout it at the top of my lungs. Windows fly open above us, as people hear my scream. “Give me all of your hot cum! Pump it in me! Give me your girl cum. Fuck me with your girl cock and give me your girl cum. Please. Every drop!”

Zeva reaches around and again grabs my cock. She pumps it furiously as she thrusts deeper into me. I feel another anal orgasm, and then she begins to moan, groan, and shoot wave after wave of hot jizz into my ass. My own cock erupts, too, and I shoot a huge load all over the wall.

After a minute, Zeva pulls out of me, spins me around, and kisses me. She also grabs both of our gooey, cummy cocks and rubs them together. The people by the street cheer.

* *

We drive back to ?tienne’s. This time, Zeva sprawls out by herself in the back, and I sit up front.

“She cums so much that she must sleep right after she fucks, every time,” says ?tienne. I look back at her. She has a contended look on her face.

?tienne asks me how my ass feels, and I tell him it is a bit sore. “It’s not the same as a dildo, that’s for sure,” I say, and ?tienne laughs.

“Reach under the seat,” he says. “There is a reward for your work this afternoon.”

I pull out two new Keliana magazines.

“You are amassing quite a collection,” ?tienne remarks.

I begin to leaf through “Terrific No. 6.” The Keliana cover becomes an erotic solo spread of her pleasuring herself on the couch. “Erotic Desire 10” is also a solo spread, this time with lots of toys.

“Did you take these photos?” I ask ?tienne.

“No,” he replies. “These are classics, from our archives. Keliana has instructed me give you any duplicates we have that you do not have. And I do what she says.”

As we make our way back to his house, I wonder whether ?tienne will one day shoot me and Keliana together. I guess so, since Keliana wanted Zeva to fuck me. Maybe it will be the three of us, or D?sir?e.

to be continued ...

smc

05-05-2010, 07:07 AM

Thanks to all of you who have encouraged me, either through posts here or in PMs, to keep writing this story (and, of course, thanks to Keliana for her continued inspiration). I will be away for a few days, without Web access, so I won't be posting the next installment until Sunday at the earliest (and possibly later).

bigjoe

05-11-2010, 06:41 PM

more more more :D

smc

05-11-2010, 06:49 PM

more more more :D

Thanks for the encouragement. I'm a little behind on writing the next installment, but it is forthcoming ... tomorrow, most likely.

Keliana has, quite frankly, been distracting me from writing since my return! ;)

smc

05-12-2010, 02:34 PM

the story, continued ?

We return to ?tienne?s house, and Zeva wakes up with a start. ?I must get ready for work,? she announces, jumping from the car and rushing in. I guess she means her policewoman job.

?tienne and I enter, and his assistant announces that there is a visitor. She begins to speak French, but in deference to me switches to English. ?A Mr. Masao Suetsugu is waiting for you in the parlor room,? she says, reading from a business card. ?He seems quite anxious to see you.?

?Ah, Suetsugu,? says ?tienne. ?I have been expecting him to make an appearance. We have some business to discuss.? He invites me to join him.

We walk down the hall, or rather I should say that ?tienne walks down the hall while I hobble a bit. My ass is a bit sore from the pounding from Zeva, but it is a nice kind of sore. ?tienne notices, and says, ?The best cure for that is to get fucked again, and soon.? Then he winks at me.

We enter the parlor room, and a Japanese man, dressed in a business suit, jumps up from a chair, bows, and holds out his hand. He speaks French to ?tienne, looks at me, and speaks again. ?tienne says, in English, ?This is one of my subjects. We have nothing to hide from him. In fact, it may be appropriate for him to join us in our meeting. And let us speak so he can understand.?

Mr. Suetsugu explains that he has come as the representative of a consortium of magazine publishers in Tokyo who wish to publish some of ?tienne?s photo shoots with Japanese translations. ?tienne listens closely, and then asks about the financial arrangements. Mr. Suetsugu says, ?I am certain you will be very happy with your compensation.?

?tienne smiles and excuses himself for a moment, leaving the room. Mr. Suetsugu and I sit there silently, until he asks me a question. ?You are a ?subject?? Does that mean that you appear in photographs??

I hesitate, and then say, ?Yes, I work with ?tienne?s models.?

?Why have I not seen your work?? he asks.

?My shoots are very recent,? I answer. ?They have not yet appeared in print.?

?And with whom have you appeared?? he asks.

?I have done two shoots with D?sir?e and one today with Zeva.?

He shakes his head. ?I do not know these models.?

Just then, ?tienne enters the room. He walks over to where Mr. Suetsugu is sitting and throws a magazine down on the table in front of him. ?Perhaps not,? he says, with a shout. ?But apparently you know one of my models.?

The magazine is called ?Sweet CDBaby.? Most of the cover is in Japanese, and it is very modern-looking. Keliana sits naked in a bathtub.

Mr. Suetsugu looks at the magazine briefly and then looks away. ?tienne picks up ?Sweet CDBaby? and brings it across the room to me. ?Here. This is for you.?

As I pick up the magazine and begin to flip through, finding beautiful pictures of Keliana bathing and anointing her exquisite body with baby oil, ?tienne tells Mr. Suetsugu that any agreement to allow publication of his photo shoots in Japan will begin with a substantial payment for having stolen the photos of Keliana in the tub. ?I took those earlier this year,? he barks, ?and the film disappeared from my studio. How do you explain that?!?

Mr. Suetsugu stutters and stammers, but eventually explains that the film was purchased from the Paris magazine distribution ring that Zeva has been following.

?Were you aware that they were stolen?!? ?tienne demands to know.

?Yes,? Mr. Suetsugu admits. ?But you must understand. Once we saw Keliana, we decided that we had to have her for our Japanese market. We will pay any price, and we are willing to accept some punishment for our misdeed. But we must have her. She is the most magnificent woman we have ever seen.?

?I do not negotiate with rogues and thieves. I think I will let one of my associates handle this.? ?tienne again leaves for a moment. When he returns, he announces that he has summoned Zeva. ?She is a policewoman, and she knows exactly how to deal with people like you.?

He advises Mr. Suetsugu to make himself comfortable until Zeva arrives, and summons me out of the room, locking the Japanese businessman in. ?As for you,? he says, ?I think you should take my advice. Go to your room. I have a surprise for you.?

I take my new Keliana magazine and make my way through the labyrinthine house to my room. I forget which advice ?tienne means, but as soon as I open the rood I remember. There are two girls waiting for me, dressed in black lingerie. One has black hair, and the other is a blonde. Both have huge cocks, fully erect. The sight of them has two effect on me: my own cock suddenly becomes hard, and my ass begins to tingle and even pulsate a little bit.

One of the girls comes right up to me, puts her tongue in my ear, and says something in French. ?I don?t understand,? I say, as she grabs my cock right through my pants, and squeezes tight. The other girl comes over and rubs her hand on my ass.

The two girls drag me to the bed and throw me down, pulling off my shirt and pants quickly. ?We do you quick,? says the black-haired girl. ??tienne says break you in more.? So, she does speak some English.

With me fully unclothed, the blonde begins to stroke my cock. Then she climbs around on the bed until she?s right over me, and she pushes her own cock right into my mouth and begins to fuck me with it. Yes, fuck me. I lie still and she uses my mouth like a pussy, plunging it in and taking it out. It tastes absolutely wonderful.

Meanwhile, the black-haired girl positions herself between my legs, pushes my legs in the air, and sticks a finger right into my hole. Twisting it around a bit, she then takes it out and gives it to the blonde to suck on. While I try to watch this -- my face is absolutely full of the blonde?s cock -- I feel the head of a cock rub against my hole, and feel a bit of some wetness. Suddenly, without warning, I feel the entire length and girth of a girl cock inside of me. It makes Zeva?s feel small.

I look down as best I can with the blonde?s cock in my mouth and see this incredible sight: the black-haired girl plowing my ass, her huge girl cock having been released from her sheer black panties, and her beautiful tits swaying back and forth with her bra pulled down below them. Her nipples are poking straight out.

I am in girl cock heaven! My mouth is full of one cock, and my ass is full of another. The blonde pumps her delicious dick down my throat while the black-haired girl pounds me harder and harder. ?tienne was right: the more she fucks my ass, the better it feels. Whatever pain -- admittedly, pleasurable pain -- had been there before is now completely gone. I am a complete cock slut, ready for whatever Keliana has in store for me when I find her.

The black-haired girl begins to pant and moan, and the blonde says something to her in French. The black-haired girls nods her head. They both continue to work their cocks in and out of my two holes, until the blond suddenly speaks: ?Un, deux, trois.?

I know that much French. On three, the two girls begin to cum. My mouth fills up with a massive load of hot jizz, sweet and delicious. The blonde cums so much that I cannot keep up with it, and while I try to swallow some of her cum spills out of my mouth and runs down my chin. Meanwhile, the black-haired girl is pumping her own girl juice into my ass, filling me so much that when she finally pulls her cock out my ass spews her cum all over the bed. As this happens, she gently pushes the blonde out of the way and sticks her sticky member into my mouth. ?Clean!? she says, in English. I lick the rest of the cum off of her, tasting my own ass.

The three of us collapse on the bed, and I drift off to sleep, exhausted from so much sex. When I awake a little while later, the girls are gone. My newest Keliana magazine, the one from Japan, lies on the bed beside me. I pick it up and stare intently at the picture on the cover.

?Is this really all for you?? I ask the photograph. ?Will I really find you??

I swear a hear a voice in the room tell me that I will.

to be continued ...

smc

05-16-2010, 01:42 PM

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I am supposed to be moving on to London, but ?tienne impresses on me that I must say until D?sir?e returns. He encourages me to phone home and tell my mother that I?ve figured out a way to stay longer in Europe without it costing me any additional money.

?Your additional expenses will be covered,? he explains. ?After all, you have provided me with some very good photos. I suggest, though, that you not explain all that.?

I agree, but I want to tell someone. My sister seems the obvious candidate. Much to my surprise, she is not shocked.

* * *

After two more days of great food, great sex, and hanging out pass, I begin to grow anxious about moving on and finding Keliana. ?All in good time,? ?tienne says. ?I think you shall be pleasantly surprised, very soon.?

The next day, as we sit with Zeva and enjoy a late lunch, D?sir?e suddenly rushes in, out of breath. She runs to ?tienne and speaks in French, and it is clear she is very distressed.

?tienne turns to me and says, ?Keliana is gone.? He explains that D?sir?e accompanied Keliana back to London for a few days, and that the plan was for both of them to return to Paris for a series of photo shoots. Apparently, they were separated briefly at Orly Airport when they returned from London.

?I turned around,? D?sir?e says, ?and she was gone.?

Zeva, who until now has been silent, now speaks. ?Suetsugu.?

?Yes?? ?tienne asks.

?I should have killed him,? says Zeva, ?rather than simply frightening him. We must find Keliana, quickly. I suspect they will try to take her to Japan.?

Zeva quickly draws up a plan of action, and everyone in the house is enlisted to help. We are each given a list of places to look in various parts of the city. Zeva also makes a phone call, and within 15 minutes several cars and drivers arrive. ?These,? she says, ?are my friends from the police force.? Each and every driver is an incredibly sexy woman, and I suspect they all have cocks.

My driver takes me to a working-class section of Paris that is well off the beaten path for tourists. We search at the places on my list. Inside an abandoned warehouse, I become separated from the driver. Suddenly, I hear voices speaking in what sounds like Japanese. I walk slowly toward the voices and peer through an open door. Three Japanese men sit at a table, laughing and playing cards. There is a woman tied to a post in the middle of a dimly lit room, but I cannot see her face. She is facing away from me. I can see her hands tied around the post and behind her back, and she appears to be working hard at undoing the ropes. Her clothes appear to be torn. I wonder if it could be Keliana.

As I begin to think about how I might get a better look, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I?ve been caught. I am dragged into the room and thrown down on the floor by the table. Just as I look up at the tied woman, I am blindfolded. I hear the woman scream at the men in Japanese. They laugh, and one of them picks me up from the floor and ties me to a post. I can?t see a thing, but I can hear them all leave the room, or at least become as quiet as mice.

The woman then speaks very softly. I can barely hear her, but she sounds just like the voice I heard at Notre-Dame de Paris. It must be Keliana. She is telling me to stay calm.

When the men return loudly, I hear Keliana suddenly mumbling. I imagine they have covered her mouth. Then I am untied. They take off my blindfold, and Keliana has a hood over her head.

?Take off everything, and put these on!? commands one of the men, speaking English that I can barely understand. He hands me a pile of clothes: a short black skirt, powder blue panties, a red silk blouse, a padded bra, white stockings, and a garter belt. He points to a red wig and black high heel shoes on the table.

When I hesitate, the English speaker grabs me by the ear and pulls me right to his mouth. ?Do what you are told,? he whispers, gruffly. ?We know what you like.?

Another of the men pulls aside his jacket to reveal a gun on his belt.

I quickly strip down and begin to put on the clothes. I begin with the panties, and when the smooth fabric hits my cock it begins to twitch. The padded bra makes me look like I have tits. I put on the silk blouse and the skirt, and one of the other men points at the table, reminding me about the other items. I sit down and pull the stockings up my legs, using the garter to hold them up. Then I step into the shoes. One of the men fits the wig on my head.

?Walk over there,? says the man who speaks English, pointing across the room. I do, and find myself looking into a mirror. Forgetting that I am on a mission to save Keliana, I feel my cock harden in the panties and I think, ?I would fuck you.?

The man with a gun comes up behind me and turns me around. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out some lipstick, and holds my head still while he covers my lips in deep red. Then the English speaker says something to him in Japanese, and he pushes me down to the ground, on my knees. Opening the zipper of his pants, he pulls out his big, hard dick.

?Slut,? the English speaker says, ?you will do as you are told. Now suck.?

The cock is thrust into my mouth before I can respond. Obviously, I have sucked cocks before, but only girl cocks. I don?t want this one, and I moan as I feel the humiliation growing. I forget how much I like how I look in these girl clothes, and try to forget what is happening. The man takes my hands and puts them on his thighs, and the English speaker says, ?Pull him into you, slut.? The man with his dick in my mouth holds my head firmly and begins to pump into me, and I start to gag. I can?t breathe.

All of a sudden, one of the other men who has been watching comes over and lifts me off my knees, pushing aside the man whose cock has been in my mouth. He drags me to the table and bends me over, lifts my skirt, pulls the panties to one side, and thrusts his even bigger cock right into my ass, without warning.

He finally pulled out of my mouth. I slumped over to the side exhausted as he grabbed my and swung my body around so my head was hanging over the edge of the couch, and my legs were sticking straight up the back of it. He quickly knelt in front of my head and forced his meat back into my throat.

The English speaker cackles. ?Take it, you cunt.?

My ass is getting pounded and pummeled. Despite that this is against my will, there is pleasure accompanying the pain. I feel my body shiver as the giant dick inside my ass hits the spot that Zeva had found.

Just as I feel my body begin to go limp, the man fucking me pulls away from the table and sits on a chair, with me still impaled on his massive rod. I can see myself in the mirror from here. The man who had been face-fucking me comes over and sticks his dick right back into my mouth. My body tenses up again and I begin to notice the rhythm of balls slapping against my thighs and my chin at the same time. The man fucking my ass is incredibly deep, slamming into me.

The English speaker says, ?Now we have two bitches.? As he says it, I feel the two cocks in me simultaneously enlarge and begin to pulsate. I know the feeling. Soon they are going to cum in me. My cock hardens, and I reach down to stroke it. The man fucking my ass pulls my hand away and holds it so I cannot satisfy my urge.

Without warning, both cocks erupt. My ass fills with hot cum, and I feel it drip out of me all around the cock that is still deep inside my behind. My mouth is overwhelmed, too, and I try to swallow, but there is too much. Some of it dribbles down my chin and onto my chest.

After a moment, both men release me, and I am dragged back to the post. The girl clothes I?m wearing are disheveled, and I am barely able to stand. The ropes they tie me with actually help keep me from falling down.

The men leave the room, after blindfolding me again. Almost immediately, I feel a presence right next to me, and I hear Keliana?s voice. ?Let me untie you,? she says. Somehow, she has freed herself.

Keliana presses right up against me, but I am still blindfolded. She reaches around to work on the ropes, and I feel her tits against my chest. Her girl cock brushes against my stockinged leg. I am hard and need release. She kisses me as she works. ?My cum will taste better,? she says in my ear, ?because you will want it.?

As she tries to undo the knot, we hear footsteps and voices. ?They?re coming back,? I whisper. ?You should run. I will be okay.?

?No!?

?I insist,? I tell her. But before we can resolve the issue, the men return. They grab Keliana and tie her back up, again hooding her head. They untie me and sit me at the table. Mr. Suetsugu walks in. One of his arms is in a sling, and he is wearing sunglasses. I can see the outer edges of a dark bruise around one of his eyes. I imagine this is Zeva?s handiwork.

Suetsugu throws a magazine on the table -- another issue of CUMM International I haven?t seen. It features Keliana on the front and back covers. Then he grabs me by the hair and pulls my head so I am looking right at him. He glares at me menacingly, and then speaks.

?You?re beloved Keliana,? he says, in a mocking tone, ?will not tell us what we want to know. Perhaps you are more willing than her. We must learn how ?tienne achieves this level of pure eroticism in his photo shoots? What is the secret??

I look at Keliana, clothes tattered, head in a hood, and I know the answer. How could they not see it, instantly?

to be continued ...

smc

05-18-2010, 04:24 PM

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Suetsugu barks at the guards, and all but one leaves the room. The one who remains steps over to Keliana and pulls off her hood. For the first time, in the light, our eyes meet. I am mesmerized, and I look for the words to say to her. Before I can utter a sound, she shakes her head. I understand. I shouldn?t say anything.

The guard unties Keliana and drags her to the middle of the room and grabs her arms, putting a set of handcuffs around her wrists in back of her. He leaves her on the floor and goes to a darkened corner of the room, returning in a moment with a heavy chain, which he drops next to Keliana. Then he takes a heavy metal collar from a small bag under the table and puts it around Keliana?s neck, attaching one end of the chain to the collar and dragging her to my feet. I am still tied to the post. She looks up at me and smiles, but I can see fear behind the smile.

As Keliana kneels in front of me, the guard takes the length of chain and brings it to the pole where Keliana had been tied. Measuring carefully, he wraps the chain round and locks it so that Keliana can move no further than where she already is, about a foot away from me. He looks to Suetsugu, who nods.

?You have been searching for her,? he says to me. ?If you want her, you will help us.?

He barks again in Japanese to the guard, who leaves the room. One of the other guards enters, with a small, black bag like a doctor might carry. He puts it down and takes a large knife off of his belt. I am still dressed like a girl, from the rape that I just experienced. He takes the knife and cuts the powder blue panties, coming dangerously close to my cock. They fall to the ground.

Suetsugu grunts something, and the guard checks my hands. They are tied firmly behind the pole. He then reaches into the bag and pulls out a device that I don?t recognize. Moving behind me, I feel him suddenly stick some of his fingers right into my ass. There?s still stickiness from the cum that was dumped into me a short
while ago, and I feel some liquid drip down my leg. Suddenly, I feel something other than fingers deep in my ass.

Suetsugu mutters something in Japanese, and the guard mutters something back. Then I feel whatever he put in my ass begin to vibrate. It is a butt plug, and it feels like it must be the strongest ever. Within a few moments, I feel it arousing me. The guard pushes against it and it goes in deeper. I feel wave after wave of anal orgasm, and my cock instantly springs to attention and begins to drip right onto the floor.

?This is their idea of torture,? I think to myself, suddenly forgetting where I am and giving myself over completely to the pleasure coursing through my entire being.

The pleasure continues for another minute, and then I realize that it is torture. The vibrating butt plug is driving me crazy, and my cock has never been harder. My balls, too, have an intense feeling, as if the will literally burst through the skin. I can feel cum moving slowly into the shaft of my cock, but beyond the continued dripping of precum I get no relief. I cannot take it much longer.

Suetsugu speaks. ?Perhaps you would like your darling Keliana to relieve the pressure??

I find it hard to believe that this is okay with my captor, but I thrust my body forward as much as possible, and put my dick within a couple of inches of Keliana?s mouth. As I do, the guard pulls out a syringe from the black bag and thrusts the needle into Keliana?s backside. Instantly, her eyes become wild with lust, and she begins to strain like a captured animal to get to my cock. The way she is chained, though, makes it impossible. As she rises off her knees to get closer, the chain pulls at her neck and snaps her back. And each time she gets close to my cock with her beautiful mouth, my cock seems to spasm as if I am going to cum, but only precum drips out. Meanwhile, the plug in my ass vibrates with even greater ferocity.

This continues for a few minutes, but it seems like hours. This is torture. I have a massive load to give my beloved Keliana, who clearly wants my cum. But we cannot reach each other. Suetsugu howls with laughter.

And then I black out.

* * *

When I come to, I am in another room, thrown on the floor, and still partially dressed like a girl. Keliana is nowhere to be seen. The plug in my ass remains, and continues to vibrate, but not with the same intensity. My cock is covered with precum, but my hands are tied behind my back. I need relief.

I suddenly realize that Suetsugu is there, too. He sits on a chair across the room from me.

?We have questions that must be answered,? he snarls at me. ?You will answer them, or Keliana will answer them. But they will be answered.?

I look at him and wonder what is next for me. Then the door opens, and one of the guards comes in and hands him something. The guard then comes over to me and unties my hands.

?Here,? says Suetsugu, throwing a magazine to the floor next to me. ?Take care of yourself. We will be back for you soon.?

They both leave, locking the door. I pick up ?Lui? and see Keliana?s exquisite ass. I nearly tear the magazine apart finding her spread, and I stroke my cock as quickly as possible. It takes only a few seconds, and I spew my hot cum all over her pictures. As I feel the combination of pleasure and physical relief, I begin to worry. What has happened to my darling?

? to be continued

smc

05-21-2010, 04:30 PM

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The answer to my question of what has become of Keliana is answered soon enough. Less than an hour goes by before one of the guards flings open the door and throws a pair of pants and a t-shirt in at me. Gesturing that I should change my clothes, I take off the tattered girl clothes from my rape and put on what he gave me. He watches until I?m done, and shuts the door.

A few minutes later, Suetsugu appears. ?Have you decided to talk?? he asks me.

I stare at him, blankly.

?What is the secret?!? he says, his voice rising in volume.

I continue to stare. He picks up the ?Lui? magazine at one corner, careful not to get my cum on his hand. Grabbing me by the hair, he puts my face right up against a picture of Keliana. ?How does she make you cum so much?!? He is practically screaming in a fit of rage.

I whimper an answer. ?Look at her.?

?Yes,? he says, mockingly. ?She is sexy. She is beautiful. But what is it that we have not been able to replicate with other models??

I shrug my shoulders. I know the answer, but it cannot be put into words.

He leaves, slamming the door behind him. Hours go by, during which I do not hear a sound. I am getting hungry.

* *

When the door finally opens, Suetsugu is accompanied by a Paris policewoman. I know that his syndicate is in cahoots with the local magazine distribution cartel that uses the policewomen as their ?muscle,? so I am not surprised to see this one. Her cap is pulled low over her face. Suetsugu points to me and she comes over and grabs my arm, dragging me into the hallway. As the three of us walk to another room, I feel her grip on my arm loosen a big, and she gently rubs her thumb against my bare skin. I look at her out of the corner of my eye, and I notice that she is smiling.

We enter a small room with a table and two chairs. Suetsugu sits in one and motions to the policewoman to put me in the other. She pushes me down in the seat and handcuffs me to the armrests. Then she goes around and stands behind the seated Suetsugu.

?I am growing close to the limit of my patience,? Suetsugu says to me. ?I want the details of ?tienne?s method. When he shoots Keliana, what does he say? What lenses does he use? How does he determine the scenes??

I look at him and notice the policewoman behind him is shaking her head from side to side and has one finger over her lips.

?Well?? Suetsugu yells, pounding his fist on the table.

The policewoman, as if on cue, grabs him by the hair and pounds his head down onto the table. He goes unconscious. She takes off her cap and smiles at me. It is the driver who brought me to this place. She speaks very little English, but she tells me everything will be okay. She uncuffs me and cuffs Suetsugu to his chair, and gags his mouth with a cloth from her pocket. We run out of the room and down the hall.

?Keliana?? I ask, wondering whether she, too, has been rescued.

?She is gone,? says the policewoman. ?We will find here.?

We escape to her waiting car and drive to ?tienne?s.

* * *

The house is abuzz. D?sir?e greets me with a hug and a deep kiss when I come in. ?I have been so worried,? she says, whispering in my ear. ?And I missed your touch while I was in London.?

Her mention of London immediately makes me think of Keliana, and I break away from her and rush to ?tienne. ?What is the news of Keliana?? I ask.

?Zeva has organized another search,? he tells me. ?She knows this city better than anyone, and if Keliana is here, Zeva will find her.?

D?sir?e comes over and grabs my hand. ?Come with me and relax,? she says, smiling. ?Let the others search.?

* *

Several hours later, I wake up in D?sir?e?s bed. I must have fallen asleep immediately, because I remember nothing. D?sir?e sits in a chair by the window.

?Do you feel better now?? she asks me.

I nod yes, and she smiles. Then she opens the door and steps into the hall, returning with the driver who brought me back to the house.

?This is V?ronique. Is it okay with you if she plays with us??

Before I can answer, V?ronique unbuttons her uniform blouse and pulls down her policewoman skirt. Her tits are firm and ripe, straining through a sheer white bra. Her nipples are pointing so far out that it looks as if the material will rip. Her sheer panties sheath a massive bulge, which she rubs with one hand as she sticks one finger of the other between her pouty lips. With a flick of her head, she flings her cap off and shakes out her long, black hair. She is drop-dead sexy.

D?sir?e drops to her knees in front of V?ronique and takes out the policewoman?s cock, swallowing its full 9 inches down her throat in one gulp. V?ronique moans lustily and pulls one of D?sir?e?s hands up to her breast. D?sir?e pulls the bra to the side and takes the nipple between her fingers, making it point out even more. With the other hand, D?sir?e gestures to me. I join them, sucking hungrily on V?ronique?s other tit as V?ronique rubs my cock through my pants.

V?ronique says, in her minimal English, ?The bed.?

We make our way to D?sir?e?s bed, and the three of us get completely naked. D?sir?e looks as beautiful as ever, with her red hair cascading over her smooth shoulders, her pouty tits ripe and ready, and her sweet cock fully erect. V?ronique looks like the epitome of a fucking machine. She is completely feminine but still exudes a look of strength. She says something to D?sir?e, who nods and lies down on her back, with her cock sticking straight up. D?sir?e tells me to suck her, and I position myself on all fours and take her cock in my mouth. As I get into a rhythm of sucking her, I suddenly feel V?ronique?s cock in my ass, all the way and in one thrust. I let out a scream of pleasure. I?ve been in this situation before.

V?ronique fucks me steadily but not wildly, pushing her cock deeper and deeper with each thrust. Meanwhile, D?sir?e holds onto the base of her cock and jerks herself into my mouth. I love the feeling as my lips go up and down her shaft, hitting her fingers clenched around herself. I can tell from her moaning that the combination of my mouth and her hand are giving her tremendous pleasure.

This continues for a few minutes, and then V?ronique gives D?sir?e another command. Without saying a word, D?sir?e maneuvers the three of us into a completely new configuration. She lies with her head at the foot of the bed, and curls her behind up to meet my cock, coaxing me into her asspussy. V?ronique begins to fuck me again in my ass, while D?sir?e?s cock finds its way into V?ronique?s mouth.

This is unbelievable! We fuck each other?s various holes in a sensual rhythm that allows each of us to feel exactly where the others are along the spectrum of getting to orgasm. At least, I feel that way. I assume the others do, too. And just as I begin to think that there are still some holes to be filled in our threesome, in walk two other policewomen, uniforms unbuttoned and unzipped and fully erect. A blonde comes to one side of the bed and teases her cock into D?sir?e?s mouth. A brunette comes to the other side of the bed and puts her cock in my mouth.

A few more minutes go by. The ecstasy is building. Suddenly, I hear ?tienne?s voice shout, ?Cum!? On command, all four of the girls begin to spew. I feel V?ronique?s massive hardon in my ass pumping hot splooge deep into me. The brunette?s cum goes down my throat at the same time. D?sir?e smiles as her mouth fills with hot jizz from the blonde. I can feel D?sir?e spasming into V?ronique?s mouth; after all, my cock is nearly touching her from the inside.

D?sir?e releases her mouth from the blonde and speaks, hot cum dripping from her tongue. ?And you?? she says, smiling at me.

With that, I cum in buckets deep into D?sir?e?s delicious asspussy. And we all collapse in a heap.

?tienne steps out from behind a false wall. He has been taking pictures all along, through peepholes.

?You get better and better, my young friend,? he says to me. ?You deserve a reward.?

?Keliana?? I ask, and then I realize that all of this has taken place while she is missing.

?Yes, Zeva is on her trail.? ?tienne smiles. ?For now, your reward must be this.?

He hands me a new magazine. ?Teenager No. 5? shows Keliana displaying her magnificent derri?re to a man sitting on a park bench.

?Remember the importance of the park in your quest for Keliana,? says ?tienne. "I did not take these photos. Perhaps you will see what is different in my work. But you must never tell Suetsugu what you see." Then he smiles, motions to the girls, and everyone leaves but D?sir?e. She climbs up on the bed to snuggle with me. I put the magazine aside for later, and we fall asleep, twisted together in post-coital satisfaction.

to be continued ...

randolph

05-22-2010, 12:09 AM

Yes she is sooo hot and your series is also great stuff. Keep it HARD! :turnon::inlove:

smc

05-25-2010, 04:40 PM

the story, continued ?

D?sir?e and I wake up with a start. There is a lot of noise outside in the hallway and outside in the courtyard. She jumps out of bed and puts on a sheer, lilac-colored robe. I can see every inch of her beauty through the material, and her body seems to be beckoning me. ?Come here and let me suck that beautiful cock, baby,? I say, reaching out to grab her. But she shrugs me off.

?Perhaps there is news of Keliana,? she says, and scurries out.

I get up and quickly throw on some pants and a shirt. Walking barefoot down the hall and out into the courtyard, I come upon a hubbub of activity. Zeva and some of her policewomen are huddled together, and they seem to be arguing with another group that includes ?tienne and D?sir?e and several of the girls I?ve seen and been with in the past few days. D?sir?e, seeing me, beckons me to her group.

?What?s going on?? I ask.

She explains that one of Zeva?s operatives rescued Keliana overnight, in Marseilles, where some of Suetsugu?s men were about to take her away on a boat. Suetsugu, it seems, is being held here at ?tienne?s, and the argument is over what to do with him. It is a ferocious argument, all in French.

D?sir?e gives me the highlights. Zeva wants to cut out Suetsugu?s tongue and chop off his dick and send it to the head of the magazine syndicate in Paris with which he?s in cahoots. Some of the other policewomen want to kill him and dump him in the Seine. ?tienne?s assistant suggests that he should be held for ransom, which should be the syndicate?s complete business and all of Suetsugu?s business back in Japan.

Just as the yelling and arguing becomes so loud that it seems the building will collapse, ?tienne puts up his hand to silence the throng. Then he speaks, and D?sir?e translates for me.

?This,? he says, ?must ultimately be Keliana?s decision.?

?But it is your work he has gone after,? argues Zeva.

?My work,? says ?tienne, ?is nothing without Keliana.?

That seems to settle it. The din subsides, and Zeva announces that she will take Suetsugu to another secure location to await the verdict. ?tienne reminds her not to harm him.?

?Can we fuck him until he bleeds from all his holes?? she asks, mockingly, in English, and winks at me.

?tienne nods his head and speaks quietly. ?Who am I to deny girls their fun??

* * *

It turns out that it is now up to me obtain Keliana?s verdict. This is decided at a small meeting of Zeva, D?sir?e, ?tienne, and a few others, at which I learn that Keliana is flying from Marseilles back to London to avoid any problems here in Paris.

?I suppose it is time,? says ?tienne, turning to me. ?Your destiny awaits in London. You will be our messenger.?

Arrangements are made for me to take a flight in the evening. This gives me several hours of time just to wait. D?sir?e asks me to spend it with her.

?We may never see each other again,? she says. ?I know you are for Keliana. Please let me show you how I feel.?

?tienne comes over and assures me there will be no cameras, and I agree to meet D?sir?e in 10 minutes in my room.

At the appointed time, there is a knock at the door. ?Come in,? I say, but no one enters. So I go to the door and open it. D?sir?e stands there in a long, sheer white robe. Underneath I can see black lingerie. Her bulge is instantly noticeable.

?Are you glad to see me?? she asks, and kisses me on the cheek. When I don?t answer immediately, she seems to pout. That only makes her more desirable. I nod my head yes. She pushes past me into my room and turns around, letting her sheer robe drop to the floor. I grab her and hold her, and our lips lock in a deep, passionate kiss. D?sir?e begins to grind herself against me, and I can feel her hard cock through the lingerie. My own cock feels as if it will bust out of my pants.

She moves back and slowly runs her hand down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt and then running her hand across the bare skin of my stomach. As she goes lower, she rests her hand gently on my cock, straining for release from my clothes. ?This is for me?? she asks.

?Yes,? I say.

?For me only?? she asks.

When I don?t answer, she revises her question.

?For me only, right now??

I nod affirmatively. She tells me to go into the bathroom and take a shower, quickly, and come back to her. Burning with desire, I turn and go do as I am told.

When I return, with only a towel wrapped around my torso, the room is dark except for the soft glow of some candles D?sir?e has lit. Somehow, although it is afternoon, she has managed to create the illusion of nighttime. And there she is, in her sexy lingerie, sitting on the bed. Her red hair glistens in the candlelight.

?I want you to make love to me,? she purrs. ?I want to feel just like a woman with you.?

?You are all woman,? I say, as I take her in my arms gently lay her down. ?I want you.?

With that, she smiles, turns over, and spreads her legs. I bury myself in the crack of her behind, and my tongue finds its way into her asspussy. It is soft and sweet, and she begins to grind slowly back against my tongue, which makes it go deeper into her hole. I reach a nipple with one hand and use the other to stroker her growing cock-clitty, which begins to ooze at my touch. I cannot help myself, and taste the first drops of her girl juice.

?Mon dieu,? she whispers, softly, as her cock oozes more and more. ?I want you inside of me, my darling.?

I climb slowly up the length of her body and kiss her gently. ?I want to be inside of you, my darling,? I say, and with that I turn her over so she is facing me. She spreads her legs again and slide my hard cock right into her hole. She gasps and moans as she locks her legs around me and pulls me deep inside of her asspussy.

A very long time goes by. It seems to me that we have been fucking -- no, making love -- for a good hour, during which time D?sir?e cums three times: twice in her asspussy and once right from her girl cock, shooting all over my chest with my cock thrusting into her. The entire rest of the time, we are either kissing or looking deep into each other?s eyes. I realize that were it not for Keliana, I would be with D?sir?e forever. And then I feel selfish for thinking that while my cock is in D?sir?e, and I try to perish the thought.

As if sensing that I have drifted elsewhere, D?sir?e suddenly tightens her muscles and seems to pull my cock deeper into her than ever before. I feel as if I must be splitting her insides, but she only moans with pleasure and kisses me passionately, and sloppily. I can barely move my cock in and out of her, instead relying on the contracting of her asspussy to do the fucking.

?Will you fill me completely, darling?? D?sir?e asks. ?I want every drop of you inside of me.?

With that, she contracts her muscles once more and then seems to push me partially out of her. Taking a deep breath, she pulls me in again. She repeats this process quickly, a few times over a half a minute or so. And then I begin to cum, seemingly without warning. I don?t even cum in waves, but in one steady stream that seems to go on for a full minute. There is so much cum spewing from my cock that I can feel it not so much oozing out around the sides of me, embedded in D?sir?e, as actually spraying out the sides. She is moaning and grunting like an animal. ?More, more, more!? she cries, and I continue to fill her.

At the moment my cock stops spurting, D?sir?e quickly pushes me out of her, flips around, and plants her mouth on my rock hardness. As she sucks and I begin to cum again, she puts her hole right over my mouth and shoots a huge stream of my own jizz right down my throat. I cum in her mouth the same way I came in her asspussy.

When it is all over, she kisses me and we drink the cum from our mouths. It covers our tongues and our lips. It drips out onto my neck and her lovely tits.

And then we fall asleep.

* *

A while later, we awake. ?tienne and Zeva are standing over the bed.

?It is time to get ready for your flight,? says ?tienne. ?Zeva will accompany you to the airport.?

* *

At the airport, Zeva hands me a small package.

?Open it,? she says.

I look inside and there is a new issue of ?CUMM International.? Keliana is on the cover, but Zeva assures me that I will also find D?sir?e inside.

?She wants you to fuck her up against the wall, also,? says Zeva, a reference to the text on the cover. ?You are lucky. Two girls like that ?? Her voice trails off as my flight is called. I hug her goodbye and head down the jetway to the plane.

to be continued ...

smc

06-02-2010, 06:14 PM

the story, continued ?

?tienne has arranged a First Class ticket, which seems a waste given that the flight from Paris to London is only about an hour. Nevertheless, I take my seat in the First Class section, next to the window. After everyone boards the plane and the door is closed, it appears that I have an empty seat beside me.

There is a delay before we head out to the runway, but that doesn?t deter the stewardess assigned to First Class to serve me and the two other passengers who sit on the other side of the aisle and one row ahead of mine. She offers me a drink. I hesitate as I decide what to order, and she says, in her cute English accent, ?Allow me.? Then she walks away.

A moment later, she returns with a small bottle of Scotch and a glass. She opens the bottle, pours a bit into the glass, and takes a sip herself. Then she leans over from the aisle and places the bottle and glass on my table. I am immediately drawn to the exquisite view of her tits, which are visible almost to the nipples in her low-cut uniform, and I am quite aware that she smells like a wonderful mix of lilacs and musk. I find myself aroused, and I?m surprised since she?s not really my ?type.? As my mind begins to wander into fantasyland, she gently turns my head towards her with one hand and says, ?You?ll like this scotch. Here, taste.? And she kisses me, thrusting her tongue right into my mouth.

I squirm in my seat, surprised and wondering what the other passengers must think. She giggles quietly, presses her tits against my shoulder, stands up, and walks to the back of the plane. My cock is so hard that I can barely fit under the drop-down table.

A few minutes later, she is back. She leans back down to me and whispers in my ear. ??tienne takes this flight often. He called me and told me to look after you.? Then she reaches under the table, nearly spilling the Scotch, and runs her hand along the length of my rigid dick. I shudder a bit, in pleasure. She smiles and walks away again.

The pilot announces that we will be taking off shortly, and asks the stewardesses to complete their pre-flight business. My stewardess does her safety demonstration and then checks on the couple behind me. When she comes to my row again, she has some magazines, and asks me if there?s anything in particular I?d like. I see the typical newsmagazines and some French fashion magazines, and shake my head. She reaches into the pile and pulls one out anyway, and lays it on the seat next to me. ?I think you?ll want this one,? she says, in a knowing tone. ?You know, our magazines are yours to take.?

The magazine is ?Frolic,? on the cover of which stands Keliana, in a red one-piece bathing suit. She watches my face as I pick up the magazine, giggles again, and goes to the front of the plane to strap herself in on the jumpseat.

The moment we are airborne, the stewardess gets up and checks on the people in the row behind me. Then, when we reach our cruising altitude, she comes to my row again and leans in. Grabbing my hand, she says, ?Quick. Come with me.?

I follow her as she pulls me into the lavatory. A First Class lavatory is larger than the ones I had seen when flying coach, and we both fit a little better than I would have thought. Still, though, we are pressed against each other. My cock is still rock-hard from her earlier touch, her smell, and just the thought of what those exquisite tits must look like naked. She giggles and grabs my dick, squeezing hard through my pants. Then she sits up on the sink and says, ?Do you want to see my pussy??

I?m not really a pussy-lover, as I?ve come to learn, but I?m tremendously aroused and very attracted to her. I nod my head in the affirmative. She pulls up her uniform skirt and quickly pulls her panties aside. I can see that she has a cock, well tucked. Inside my pants, I feel cum begin to drip from my swollen cock.

??tienne is no fool,? she says. ?Quickly. This is a short flight. I would like you to taste my pussy.?

I touch her cock and it spring to attention, immediately. Taking it in my mouth, I suck it deep into my mouth. Within only a minute or two, I can feel the deep quivering that I?ve come to expect in a cock that is ready to erupt. I stock sucking and look up.

?I have learned to be fast on this flight,? she says, giggling again. Please don?t stop.?

I take her back in my mouth and stroke her delicious cock with my hand while I suckle the tip and use my tongue on the hole. She moans, grunts, and shoots a load of sweet cum into my mouth. Then she reaches down, takes her cock in her own hand, and rubs the last of her cum around my lips. Standing up, she grabs me and kisses me, lapping up her own cum. I can feel her smile in our kiss.

?Do you want to become a full member of the Mile High Club?? she asks. ?Quickly!?

With that, she undoes my zipper, pulls my pants down, and pushes me down on the closed toilet. As I sit, she straddles me and plants her ass right on my cock. I am in as far as possible. She puts her hands on the walls and uses the leverage to lift herself up and down on my cock. We are facing each other.

?I want your tits,? I say, the first words I have spoken to her. She takes her hands off the wall and carefully unbuttons her blouse and pulls her tits out from her bra.

?Suck them while you fuck me,? she commands.

I work my way back and forth between her incredible nipples while she goes back to riding my cock like a cowgirl. ?You need to cum soon,? she says. ?Fill me up, baby.?

I look into her eyes and she smiles and kisses me. That?s all it takes. I begin to spasm and my cock shoots three big bursts of hot jizz deep into her. She sticks her tongue in my ear as I feel the orgasm subside and then feel my cum dripping down onto my legs from her ass.

Suddenly, she jumps right off of me and bends over, rubbing her tits on my cock and using them to clean up the cum on my legs. She makes sure that her nipples are wet with my hot cum, and then she quickly fixes her uniform, kisses me on the cheek, and leaves the lavatory.

I take a moment to collect myself and clean up. When I return to my seat, she is all business, although she winks at me several times. The captain eventually announces that we will be starting our descent into Heathrow, and she comes over to make sure my seatbelt is tight around my waste. As she squeezes my cock again through my pants, I can see her tits and smell sex on her. I nearly shoot another load.

* * *

Upon landing, the stewardess comes over and reminds me to take my newest Keliana magazine. As we taxi to the gate, I ask her if she knows what I do next.

?Disembark the airplane, silly,? she says, giggling and squeezing my shoulder.

?No, I mean where I go. Is someone meeting me??

?I don?t know, hun,? she says. ??tienne only asked me to make sure you enjoyed your flight. You did, didn?t you??

?Oh, yeah.?

We reach the gate and, as I leave the plane, she gives me a peck on the cheek. The other couple in First Class see that and look quite bewildered. As I step into the jetway, I hear her say, ?He?s my cousin.?

I walk towards the terminal, wondering what awaits me in the airport and in London. The only thing I know for sure is that I must finally be with Keliana. I clutch the magazine, anxious to look through it and put it where it rightfully belongs, in my growing collection.

to be continued ...

smc

06-12-2010, 01:42 PM

the story, continued ?

My question is answered soon enough. Once I pass through customs, collect my bag, and head into the crowd, it becomes clear there is no one to meet me. I stand, looked around, try to make myself seen, and not a soul comes up to me.

Not sure what my next step should be, I wander around the terminal for about 15 minutes. Then I have to go to the Men?s Room. I step in, find a stall, and sit. As I do, I decide to take a quick look at my Keliana magazine. As I flip through the pages, looking for the photo spread with the girl of my dreams, I come across a small envelope. Inside is a note from ?tienne.

?Go to the currency exchange window closest to where you came into the terminal. Give your name. All is arranged. Then take a taxi to Hyde Park, Speakers? Corner.? That?s all it says. I hurriedly finish my business and leave the lavatory. There will be time for the magazine later, I hope.

At the currency exchange window, I am given ?500 just for telling the man in the booth my name. No questions asked. I head out of the terminal to the taxi stand and get in the line. After waiting a few moments, a policewoman comes up to me, grabs my arm, and begins to move me towards a taxi that is waiting across the street, separate from the other cabs. Pointing, she says, ?That one is for you.?

Another policewoman? In London? ?tienne?s reach is international, I think to myself. She reads my mind. ?It is Keliana,? says the policewoman. ?Here in England, she is a national treasure.?

I get in the taxi and the driver turns and says, ?Speaker?s Corner.? We drive.

* *

London traffic is horrendous. Even though it?s after dinner time, at least traditional U.S. dinner time, the city is full of cars. It?s still light out, late this summer evening. Finally, we arrive at our appointed destination.

When I ask the taxi driver what the traditional tip is, he tells me there is no charge for the ride. Pointing out the window, he says, ?Go there.? I get out and he drives off quickly.

I head into the park. I recall reading about Speakers? Corner when I was in school, and aside from my quest for Keliana I?m curious about how it works. There are three small crowds listening to speakers. One man is standing on a soapbox -- literally, a soapbox -- and exhorting about 15 people to embrace the use of Esperanto as a solution to all the world?s problems. He doesn?t seem to be swaying any opinions. Another man is standing on a folding chair, and he is railing against the closing of a coal mine somewhere else in the country. He has two listeners, one of whom appears to be sleeping while standing.

I go over to the third speaker, who is the one pointed out by the taxi driver. A woman stands on a stepladder, and there are about two dozen in her audience. She is talking about the need for tolerance of transgendered people. I stand in the back of the small crowd, but she immediately locks eyes with me. As she continues to speak, she seems to be talking directly to me. I feel as if I know her.

Soon, she thanks the crowd for listening and everyone slowly disperses. I am left there alone, and she comes down from the ladder. Coming over to me, she gives me a peck on the cheek and takes my hand. ?Walk with me,? she says.

?What about your ladder,? I ask. She tells me not to worry.

As we walk toward the Marble Arch, I ask her if she is taking me to Keliana.

?No,? she says. ?She?s not here in Westminster. But in any case, there is a gentleman who you will see first.?

We cross Edgeware Road and head to the entrance of the tube station. She gives me instructions for my travels to King?s Cross, kisses my cheek again, and bids me farewell.

* *

When I step off the Underground at King?s Cross and head up to the street, I hear a voice call my name. It sounds familiar. I look around and find myself face to face with the gentleman from the adult bookstore back home, who rescued me in France.

?So, you have finally made it to London,? he says, with a smile.

I am anxious. ?Are you taking me to Keliana?? I ask.

?Not directly, young man. Remember, as I told you some time ago, there will be some effort required on your part.?

?What do you call everything I?ve been through so far,? I ask, a bit exasperated.

?Prelude, my fine friend,? he says, winking. ?Prelude.?

We walk to his flat, only a few blocks from the tube station. As we enter, he tells me that he will make something to eat and to make myself comfortable. It has grown dark outside, and I am tired. I flop down on the sofa and wait.

?There?s something on the side table for you,? he shouts from the kitchen.

I look, and there is yet another Keliana magazine, ?Anal Sex.?

?I would certainly understand if you would like to ? how shall I say ? be alone with Keliana for a few moments before we eat,? he says, coming from the kitchen and smiling at me. Then he points down the hall.

And he is right. I would like to be ?alone? with Keliana. I take the new magazine and the one I received on the plane and head to the room. I enter, find the pictures of Keliana inside both magazines, and lay the two spreads out on the bed. The minute I see her, I am hard. It won?t be a long ?alone time.?

With my pants down and cock sticking straight out, I begin to stroke myself. Precum oozes from the head of my dick, and I use it to work my hand up and down the shaft. I long for Keliana. I long for her touch. I want to lick her behind and stick my tongue deep in her hole. I want to worship her beautiful cock, take it in my mouth and pleasure her until she gives me a drink of her delicious juice. I want to kiss her with my cock deep inside of her. I want to kiss her with her deep inside of me. I want to wake up with her next to me and start all over again.

All of these thoughts, along with the pictures, have the desired effect. Within a couple of minutes, I shoot a long rope of cum over the bedspread. As the last of my jizz drips from my cock, I take it in my hand and bring it to my mouth. I imagine sharing our cum, me and Keliana, in a long kiss.

There?s a knock at the door, and the old gentleman asks if everything is okay. I answer, and he can tell from my voice that I have just pleasured myself.

?I suppose, then, that what is ready to eat out here is rather more dessert than a meal,? he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. The English have such a way with words.

I pull up my pants and find my way to the dinner table. As I sit, I sheepishly announce that I made a bit of a mess on his bedspread.

?No bother,? he says. ?It would not be the first time.? 
As I sigh a sigh of relief, he says, ?Now, let?s eat. You have a big day tomorrow.?

to be continued ...

bigjoe

06-14-2010, 08:00 PM

great erotic stories once again thank you! :)

skin75

06-18-2010, 11:07 AM

It would be so great to read more of this story line and the pastiche covers with Keliana. They look so good.

smc

06-18-2010, 11:59 AM

It would be so great to read more of this story line and the pastiche covers with Keliana. They look so good.

Thank you. There are two more parts of this story to come, and one of them will be posted this weekend.

smc

06-23-2010, 04:25 PM

the story, continued ?

The next morning I wake up to the sound of pounding on the door of my room. I don?t remember going to sleep, only the end of our meal the night before and my utter exhaustion. My elderly friend had said that today would be a ?big day,? and as I climb out of bed I am grateful for the rest.

?Come in,? I call.

He enters and tells me that it is 6 am and that I need to shower and leave soon. I have a complicated trip on the tube to Bounds Green, and when I come up from the station I will have to ?find my way.?

I look confused.

?Don?t worry, my friend,? he says. ?Remember you are after Keliana, and remember about finding her in a park.?

After my shower, we eat a quick breakfast in silence. Then he walks me to the tube station. As I begin to head down the stairs, he grabs my shoulder and stops me.

?Be prepared for anything,? he admonishes. ?Everything has its purpose, and great will be the reward.?

We part company.

* *

When I finally arrive at Bounds Green, I exit onto the street and look around. There is no park visible, and a park is where I believe I?m supposed to be. I see a young man and go to ask him. He is reading the plaque at the station that memorializes those who died in the German air raid back in October 1940, and I am embarrassed that the thought of Germany makes me think of my experiences with Grete, Teodora, and Marlene.

?Are you okay, chap?? he asks, looking at me from head to toe and undoubtedly noticing that there is a big bulge in my pants. ?Get of on the Luftwaffe, do you??

I feel myself turn beet red, and somehow summon the courage to ask for directions. ?Is there a park nearby??

He chuckles, probably thinking I?m some kind of pervert who wants to go do some wanking in the park. I laugh to myself at the word the Brits use for jacking off.

?Do you mean Bowes Park?? he asks.

?Sure,? I answer, assuming that must be it.

He gives me directions, and I walk into a neighborhood full of shops. It dawns on me rather quickly that ?park? is part of the area?s name, and that it?s not an actual park like the ones on some of Keliana?s magazine covers. I pop into one of the shops and ask if there?s a ?proper park? around. The shopkeeper laughs at my use of ?proper? with my American accent, but suggests I might be looking for Bluebell Wood.

?It doesn?t have ?park? in the name,? he says, ?but it?s certainly ?proper?.?

I feel mocked, but I take his directions.

Some time later, I arrive at the end of Winton Avenue and come to a small park. There are a lot of people walking their dogs. It?s now late morning.

Entering Bluebell Wood, I wander around rather aimlessly, looking for the park bench I remember from one of Keliana?s photo shoots. Having no luck, I begin to think I?m in the wrong place, and then I realize that I?ve strayed into a rather unoccupied portion of the Wood. Suddenly, just as I feel a presence behind me, I am grabbed and blindfolded, and then my hands are bound behind my back. A woman?s voice speaks, but it is not Keliana. It sounds as if it is being deliberately disguised.

?Relax and let me guide you,? she says. ?We will be there soon.?

We walk for a couple of minutes in silence. Then she pushes me down to my knees and takes off the blindfold. There is a small hut -- it seems to be rather makeshift -- and a hole, through which a cock suddenly pokes.

?Will you suck this cock?? the woman asks me, standing behind me so I cannot see her.

?Who is it?? I ask.

?Does it matter?? is her reply. ?Are you not a cumslut??

?I like girls,? I say. This is not going as I expected, but then I look more closely at the cock and decide that it could be Keliana?s. I hear a muffled laugh from within the small hut, definitely the sound of a woman.

?Time is running out,? my captor says. ?Will you suck this cock??

Rather than answer her, I take it in my mouth. It grows a bit harder as I lick as far down as I can on the shaft -- the set-up makes it rather difficult -- and kiss and suck the head of this stranger?s cock that I have decided must be Keliana?s. Everything about it is exquisite: the feel in my mouth, the taste, the aroma it gives off. It?s true: I have become a cock addict.

?I could do much better if you?d untie my hands,? I say to my captor.

?Just keep sucking,? she barks back.

I do, and soon I can sense and feel all the indications that I am about to get a load of delicious cum. I begin to suck in earnest, taking as much of the shaft into my mouth as I can and swirling my tongue around the ridge and the tip to maximize Keliana?s pleasure. Suddenly, I can feel her tense up and then the cum starts streaming into my mouth and down my throat. As I hungrily try to keep up with what seems like an enormous amount for someone so small, at least compared to other girls I?ve sucked, I hear a man?s grunt of satisfaction. And then I hear the muffled laugh again.

Now I?m not sure who I sucked off. Did I just blow a man?

With cum dripping from my mouth, my captor pulls me up by one arm and turns me around. It is D?sir?e. She smiles and kisses me, making a point of swirling her tongue around to taste what cum is left.

As we break from our kiss, and I begin to form my first words to her, she puts her hand over my mouth and says, ?Is it Keliana?s? The cum??

I look at her for a clue to the answer. Everything about sucking that cock was wonderful except for the grunting man at the end. I feel as if my future hangs on getting the answer to this question right.

?It is a simple question, love.? D?sir?e smiles and reminds me of why I cannot resist her.

After a moment, I give my answer: ?No.?

?How can you be so sure?? asks D?sir?e. ?Or are you simply taking a chance on one of two answers.?

?I am positive,? I say.

?And so, how are you positive.?

?Because I feel as if I got a mouthful and belly full of cum, and it tastes good -- I guess I am a cumslut -- but I don?t feel Keliana inside of me.?

Inside the makeshift hut, I hear the woman?s muffled laugh again.

* *

D?sir?e accompanies me back to the tube, but will answer no questions about Keliana, the rest of my test, the rest of my quest, or even the rest of the day. When we arrive near the flat at which I?m staying, she directs me to a small magazine shop. In the back, there is a small selection of adult erotica.

D?sir?e picks one out from the racks, where the magazines seem to be in completely random order. It is ?Teacher?s Pet!,? and features Keliana on the cover. She is wearing a sleeveless white top and nothing below the waist. She looks absolutely delectable.

?Let?s take this one,? D?sir?e says.

We walk to the front of the shop to pay. When I hand the magazine to the shopkeeper, he takes one look and says, ?Are you sure you want this??

?Why not?? I say, a bit embarrassed but mostly bemused.

?You like girly magazines, then, do you?? he asks.

I stare at him. ?How much??

?You know that?s not a girl, right?? he says, mockingly.

?She?s a girl,? I reply.

?Look at that,? he says, pointing to what looks like a slit in Keliana?s skin just below her right hand. ?You know that?s not a fanny, right??

?Of course, it?s not,? I bark, beginning to get angry. D?sir?e whispers in my ear that ?fanny? is a slang word some Brits use for vagina.

?Huh?? I am really confused.

?That?s some kind of pooftah magazine,? the shopkeeper says. ?You need to go back and get yourself a real girly magazine.?

This incenses me. I begin to shout while I throw down probably more money than the magazine costs. ?You know nothing,? I scream. ?Keliana is all woman. You should be so lucky as to have a woman like her. Do you think a fanny is all it takes to be a woman?? I surprise myself by using the British slang I had just learned.

The shopkeeper simply laughs. I take D?sir?e by the arm and storm out of the shop with my newest Keliana pictures.

As we walk back to the flat, I notice that D?sir?e seems to be paying attention to something behind us. I decide to turn around and look, and I notice a woman walking about 20 yards behind us, with sunglasses on. I think it?s Keliana. She smiles and gives me a little bow. Then she disappears down a sidestreet.

* *

As soon as we arrive back at the elderly gentleman?s house, he asks how the day went. Before I can answer, D?sir?e speaks.

?He did even better with the shopkeeper than we could have ever expected.?

I clutch my copy of "Teacher's Pet!" I cannot wait to see what other treasures lie within.

to be continued ...

smc

07-20-2010, 07:24 PM

Thanks to those of you who have written to me asking when the story will be finished. I have been putting it off, not wanting to end it because of the tremendous enjoyment it has given me to write it, but now Keliana has asked me to wait. She promises me some "new inspiration," and I am sure it will be worth the delay!

bigjoe

07-25-2010, 07:59 AM

i cant wait!

baasje43

07-25-2010, 09:22 AM

SMC,
You are a really gifted wtriter.
I enjoyed to read the whole story.
And all the time you kept me hard.
amazing and very stimulating,
many thanks....!

Baasje

smc

08-06-2010, 09:55 AM

I am writing the next-to-last installment today. It will be posted soon. Thanks to all of you who have sent me PMs or posted in the thread about how much you're enjoying the story, and for all the encouragement to keep it going.

smc

08-06-2010, 03:53 PM

the story, continued ?

I have secluded myself in the bedroom, but D?sir?e walks in on me just as my cock begins to shoot the cum I have been coaxing out of it while exploring Keliana?s photo spread in ?Teacher?s Pet!? She yelps gleefully, runs from the door, goes down on her knees, and catches the spray in her mouth just before it?s wasted.

?Mmmm,? she says, ?I hope there will be more for me later. Now come eat dinner.?

After we eat, D?sir?e clears the table and tells me to go wait for her in bed. She never shows.

*

When I awake the next morning, the flat is empty. A note from D?sir?e apologizes for the night before, and says she?ll be gone for a few days. My host has also left some cash and a note asking me to pick up some groceries at a particular market. I?ve definitely learned to follow instructions.

*

A couple of hours after breakfast, I head to the market. I enter and grab one of the quaint wicker baskets in which to carry the groceries. The list has about a dozen items, and the market isquite small. I wonder what I?ll do after this brief distraction. Sit around the flat all afternoon? Why can?t I be with Keliana?

Lost in my thoughts, I knock over an old man. His and my groceries spill out onto the floor. As he curses all young people for their inattention, I bend down to pick things up. Suddenly, I see a woman pass by at the end of the aisle, but only for an instant. Still, her image burns into my brain. She has long brown hair, sunglasses on, and is wearing a tight white blouse with a black sash around her midriff, along with a black skirt. Did I notice two bracelets catch the overhead lights of the market?

I?m sure it?s Keliana. I throw the old man?s groceries into his basket as fast as I can and get back on my feet, running to the end of the aisle in pursuit. She turns up another aisle, glancing back at me briefly. A moment later, I catch up with her. When I touch her shoulder to stop her from walking away, she reaches back and slaps my hand. I am sure I hear a bit of a giggle. Then she turns to me and smiles.

?Keliana?? I ask.

?Finish your shopping!? she says, pointing to my list. Then she links her arm in mine and drags me around the store. I do my best to concentrate on shopping, but I am completely distracted. I take in the look of her and the scent of her. She barely looks at me, but I know she notices. Finally, she marches me to the front of the store and whispers in my ear.

?Pay for your groceries, bring them to the flat, and meet me here in an hour.? She tells me an address not far from the flat and rushes out of the store. I do as I?m told.

*

I try to walk casually to the address I was given, but I find myself speeding up and then slowing down and speeding up again. My heart is racing. My palms are sweaty. I realize that I ran out of the flat without even checking to see how I look. When I arrive at the small building of flats, I don?t know which doorbell to press. A moment later, the woman from the store is standing on the sidewalk, smiling.

?Hello,? she says. She still has on her sunglasses. ?Come with me.? She holds out her hand and I take it. We walk down the blockI feel like I?m walking with my girlfriend. I decide to stop. I look at her and introduce myself.

?I know your name, silly,? she says, and gives me a small kiss on my cheek. Then she pulls me into a small caf?. We sit next to each other, Parisian style.

?Do you want wine or something else?? she asks. My heart is pounding and I can barely speak, probably because she is sitting right next to me. I start to answer, but nothing comes out.

?Calm down,? she says, in a whisper. ?Relax.? She puts her hand on my knee under the table.

?I?ll have ?? I begin to answer, but before I do the waiter comes by and she orders a glass of white wine for herself and a whiskey for me. The waiter walks away.

?Whiskey?? I manage to utter a question.

?I like how it tastes,? she says, deviously, and squeezes my knee with her hand.

Before I can say another thing, the waiter returns. She sips her wine and encourages me to sip my whiskey. We don?t speak. When both of our glasses are half-empty she lifts her hand from my knee, puts both hands on my head, turns me to her, and kisses me. Her tongue pushes my mouth open. She seems to be drinking the life from me, as I feel myself go limp. This must be what swooning feels like, I think, and wonder how I can feel what I thought only girls feel.

With the kiss over, she catches her breath and says, ?Do you like how it tastes??

I nod my head.

?Finish your drink,? she says, in an insistent tone. Then she puts here hand on my knee again, but slowly moves it up until she can run her fingers over my cock, which has gotten hard in my pants from our kiss. I hear her sigh, and I drink up quickly.

?Let?s go,? she says. She pays the waiter and we leave, heading back down to the address on the piece of paper from the market. When we get there, she opens the front door and points up the stairs. I start up ahead of her, until she tells me to stop. When we get to the top floor, there is one door. It has a beautiful ?K? on it, carved in wood. I feel a tiny bit of cum leak out of me.

*

Once inside, she gestures to me to sit on the couch. ?I?ll be back in a minute,? she says, and scurries down a hallway. Then I hear her shout, laughing at her own words. ?I?m going to slip into something a little more comfortable.?

I wait, and begin to look around the flat. I notice a stack of magazines, on top of which is an issue of CUMM International I hadn?t seen before. It features Keliana on the cover, and I realize she is dressed exactly like the woman I am with. Whatever doubt I have -- and there is very little -- dissipates in a moment. My dream has come true.

A few minutes later, she emerges, still with her sunglasses but dressed in a sheer black nightie that barely goes to her knees, and visible black lace panties underneath. She walks to me and takes the magazine from my hand. ?Hi,? she says, ?I?m Keliana. I?ve been dying to meet you.?

With that, she pulls open the top of her nightie. Pebble-size nipples stare out at me. She pulls my head towards her and I suck one and then the other. Then, as I sit on the couch, she climbs onto my lap. My cock is straining in my pants, and she grinds herself against it. I can see her beautiful cock through the sheer and lace material, and my mouth begins to water. My hands roam over her back while my mouth and tongue slide over her chest.

Keliana takes one of my hands from her back and guides it to her cock, encouraging me to take it out from her panties. I begin to stroke it gently, and a small bead of pre-cum forms on the slit. I will not let that go to waste. I rise from my seated position, still holding her, and gently lay her down on the couch. Dropping to my knees, I put my mouth on the end of her cock and lick up the sweet juice that is now flowing from it more profusely.

She moans and bucks her cock into my mouth. I am in heaven.

For just a moment, I want to take in with my eyes what my body is feeling. I pull away and look. Then I reach around her, lying on the couch, and cup her behind. I begin to caress her thighs with my tongue, slowly working my way back to her cock. I make sure to lick and kiss her balls before I get there, which elicits a shudder and, suddenly, a lot more pre-cum swells out of Keliana. I make sure to catch all of it, and quickly kiss her so we can taste it together. Then I go back to her cock, and suck it as if my life depends on it.

Keliana?s cock is smooth and hot. I can feel it pulsate in my mouth as I suck. Suddenly, I take it all in, her entire cock deep in my throat, and she lets out a little yelp. I feel what I?ve been come to know, what I?ve been trained for in every European city I?ve visited on this trip: she is about to give me a drink.

Suddenly, Keliana pulls away from me and pulls me up. ?Fuck me,? she breathes into my ear, and begins to undue my belt.

When she has me fully naked, Keliana pushes me back on the couch and knees down to take my cock in her mouth. She is making it wet before entering her. It feels bigger to me than ever before. I am sure it is a direct result of being with Keliana, a culmination of everything I?ve wanted ever since that day back in the adult bookstore at home.

Those thoughts are interrupted as she climbs back onto my lap and sinks herself onto my cock, her special girl pussy swallowing me like a vise. She begins to bounce up and down as she strokes her own cock and kisses me deeply. This is not going to be a long, romantic fuck. I realize that Keliana wants us to cum quickly.

We keep up this rapid pace of fucking for only a couple of minutes. I feel my cock begin to swell, and I know I?m only moments away from filling her. She can tell, and she quickens the pace of her hand. As my eyes begin to glaze over in anticipation, she smiles at me.

?Cum in me, darling,? she says. ?Cum in me now.?

As my cock begins to explode in her, she cries out and shoots a long string of her cum on my chest. I keep spurting in her, and she keeps bucking and stroking while more and more of her cum covers me. I keep pounding into her, and cumming, and I also scoop up some of her cum in my hand, put it in my mouth, and kiss her.

We collapse like that, a sticky, gooey mess of cum, my cock buried in her, and our mouths stuck together with the result of our fucking. It feels as if an hour goes by before she breaks the silence.

?Tonight, we make love.?

? to be continued

smc

08-07-2010, 12:42 PM

I have received via Private Message a suggestion from another member here regarding how to end the story (the next installment will be the last). I am working with a particular magazine cover, the penultimate one that Keliana has provided me, but I am open to suggestions from anyone. Just send me a PM.

I appreciate all the support that has come from the story's most ardent readers. I hope to post the final installment in the next day or so.

smc

08-14-2010, 01:29 PM

Again, I want to thank all of you who have written to me expressing your appreciation for this long story (more a "novella"). I am finding it difficult to write the final installment, thanks in part to a very busy schedule of other writing for work, but mostly because I don't really want to bring the story to an end. But, alas, I must, and I will post the final installment very soon. I assure you that irrespective of the writing, the final picture Keliana has provided me will be worth the wait.

(Holy crap! This is my 4,200 post.)

smc

09-02-2010, 02:47 PM

It has taken what seems an eternity, but here is the final installment of the story ?

The evening is a whirlwind of activity. Keliana and I enjoy dinner at a nice restaurant, where everyone seems to know her. She introduces me by name and as her ?lover.? Many patrons act as if they know of me. She explains, ?There has been a lot of interest in our story.? I wonder what she means.

Over dinner, Keliana asks me to tell her the saga of my Europe trip. As I begin in Germany, she suddenly stops me and asks me to start back home, when I bought the first magazine. She revels in my obvious arousal as I recount the tale, and reaches under the table to stroke my cock through my pants. As I weave my way through my exploits, such as they were, D?sir?e suddenly arrives at our table. She and Keliana kiss, and then gives me a peck on the check and takes a seat.

?Everything is arranged,? she says. ??tienne has secured a location, and he arrives tonight.? Keliana nods and, with a giggle, D?sir?e runs out of the restaurant.

?What?s arranged?? I ask.

?Finish your story. I want to hear about France.?

?But you were there,? I remind her. ?I should ask you.?

?Finish,? she says. ?Please.?

I do.

* *

After dinner, on our walk back to her flat, Everyone we pass seems to know Keliana. I feel men staring at me with envy. Finally, we arrive back at her flat. ?Let?s have a drink,? says Keliana. ?I have something special I?d like to share with you.? She opens a cabinet and takes a tall wooden box from a shelf. It contains a whiskey bottle, from which she pours us each a glass. ?This is Midleton, Ireland?s finest -- very expensive, and I drink it only on special occasions. I want you to taste it and kiss me.?

The whiskey is smooth and delicious. Keliana grabs her glass and the bottle, and tells me to follow her. We enter her bedroom.

?Are you going to tell me what ?tienne?s arranged?? I ask again.

?Is that what you want to do?? she asks, somewhat mockingly. ?You want me to explain tomorrow?s plans? Or do you want to kiss some more?? With that, she takes another sip of the whiskey and thrusts her tongue into my mouth. It is, indeed, smooth and delicious.

Keliana begins to undo my shirt and pants. When I?m down to my underwear, she gently pushes me to sit on the bed. She begins a slow striptease, until she reveals the beautiful lingerie beneath her clothes. She looks exquisite. I find myself trying to control the growing pressure of my cock, which wants to burst. Sensing this, Keliana kisses me again and whispers in my ear. ?We have all night.?

I relax and sit. Keliana tells me to finish undressing. My cock sticks straight up as I sit on the bed?s edge. She comes to me, turns around, and begins to rub her behind up and down on my cock. A small stain of wetness forms on her panties from my pre-cum.

?Do you like my outfit?? she asks. ?I bought it just for you.? It is a matching bra and thong, with knee-high stockings and high heels. All I can do is mutter a sound of content, like a purring cat.

?I really like it,? she continues. ?The material feels so good against my skin. Here, touch it.? She takes my hand and puts it between her legs, where I feel her cock hardening.

?Touch it. It?s yours.?

I stroke her through her panties. She is leaking, too.

?I should take this off,? she says. She dances away from me, and hooks her thumbs to the sides of the thong. Bending over slowly, she pulls it down to reveal her back pussy. My cock spurts a tiny bit more pre-cum, which cascades down the shaft. Keliana turns back to me and gently rubs the pre-cum up and down my cock. Then she tastes it, goes back for more, and gives me a taste. I lick her fingers and then she kisses me.

?I know everything that happened in Germany and France,? she says. ?I know all those girls you met. They gave me full reports. And have a confession to make. Every time I got a new report, I masturbated, thinking of you coming to find me.?

I begin to stroke my cock, and Keliana goes across the room and sits in a chair. ?It?s true. I?d be going over a contract for a new photoshoot, for instance, and I would sit at my desk just like this. I would put my feet on the arms of the chair, lay back, and begin to touch myself, imagining it was you.?

Keliana takes her beautiful girl cock out to demonstrate. She caresses it and it glistens from the moisture escaping from the tip. I watch for a moment until I can no longer control myself, and nearly jump across the room to take her cock in my mouth.

?Ooooooh,? she moans, ?Yes!? Almost instantly, Keliana cums, shooting wave after wave of hot, scrumptious juice into every part of my mouth. As the last bit begins to spurt from her, I take her out of my mouth so she can cum on my lips. Then I kiss her. We move to the bed and collapse in each other?s arms.

?I promise you can cum, too, darling,? Keliana whispers to me. ?But there?s something I want to do first. I?ll be right back.? She leaves the room. When she returns, her beautiful body hidden in a robe, she begins to tell me about ?tienne?s ?arrangements.? It turns out I have been ?groomed? to be her new ?co-star? -- the word she uses -- in photoshoots. She has signed an exclusive contract with ?tienne as her photographer and soon-to-be videographer. The Japanese cartel has been defeated, and ?tienne has hired finest costumers, secondary ?players? (such an odd word choice, I think), and lighting specialists.

?We are going to build an empire of eroticism,? Keliana squeals in delight. ?You and me, together.?

?But I have to go back to school,? I say, instantly regretting having said it.

?You don?t want to be with me?? Keliana says, pouting. ?You can go to school here. We will work around your schedule. I have professors who owe me favors.? She winks.

I don?t know what to say. I want to be with her. What am I getting into?

?You don?t have to answer now,? she says. ?I know you?ll make the right choice.? Taking my hand, she leads me to the bathroom. The tub has been running. ?Get in. I want to wash and prepare you.?

I slip into the tub and Keliana sensually washes me, and then pulls out a razor. ?I?m going to make you smooth as silk, so that when we make love we can feel each other even more closely. Is that okay??

I nod yes, ready to have a recent dream come true. She shaves me carefully, removing all the hair on my body except on the top of my head. When I get out of the tub, Keliana spends an hour back in her bedroom rubbing me with lotion. By the time she?s finished, the initial pain of being shaved is gone. I feel incredible.

Keliana again sits in the chair. ?Now I want you to fuck me,? she says. ?But I want you to make love with me, too. That is going to be the special thing in our erotic empire.?

I stand in front of her, between her legs. I lean down and kiss her shoulders and arms and work my way across her chest, taking each of her nipples in my mouth and sucking them gently. Her cock is fully erect. I work my way down her chest and take her cock in my mouth again. I suck, and then kiss and lick the shaft. It grows harder.

?I love that,? she says, and begins to stroke me. We kiss again, and I pick her up and bring her to the bed. I put her down on her back, but she rolls over.

?I can?t wait any longer,? she moans, ?I want to feel you in me, all smooth like me.?

I rub my cock up and down in her crack, and she suddenly reaches back and puts the head of my cock right against her hole. Bucking backwards, she forces me into her and begins to move.

?My god, Keliana,? I say, ?I do want to be with you. Let?s build our empire together.? This sends her into a frenzy. She pounds back against me, and I feel myself getting close to cumming. Suddenly, she stops.

?I want to see you,? she says. She pushes me down on my back and climbs on top of me, slowly mounting my cock and falling down onto it until she is sitting with me deep inside of her ass. Her own cock is sticking straight out on my chest, dripping.

?You feel so good,? she says, smiling and kissing me. She works her way up and down.

?I?ve wanted you so much,? I say, getting closer.

?Yes,? she says, slamming herself down on me.

?This is what we did yesterday,? I say, as I feel even closer to cumming.

?No, my darling, it?s different. You?re not the same person. You?ve made your decision. When we cum together, it will be even more special. ? Are you ready??

I don?t answer. I begin to pump my cum into Keliana. She is so hot, so tight. Her cock explodes, too.

* *

The next afternoon, a limousine arrives to take us to a photoshoot. ?tienne is there and welcomes me warmly. D?sir?e is there, too. She acts jealous, so I remind her how very special she is to me. She reminds me that I will be fucking her on a regular basis.

?tienne declares the shoot a great success and announces that the first pictures will be published soon. Keliana and I go back to her flat.

* *

Over the next several days, I make arrangements to attend a university in London. When I tell my family, I reveal what?s really up to my sister. She asks me something uncomfortable about coming over to visit and be in a shoot.

Five days after our first shoot, Keliana arrives home from the store and comes bouncing into the flat with a magazine. I?m sitting on the couch. She laughs and throws it in my lap.

I look at ?Transsexual Party Sluts.? ?tienne sold some of our photos to the magazine while he makes final arrangements for our own publication. Keliana is sucking my dick, right on the cover. Yes, that?s me. Do you like how my shaved legs look? Believe me, when she sits on my cock and I feel her smooth, round ass on my shaven lap, it is like going to heaven.

THE END