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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 …