You don't often run across really beautiful women that are attached to soldier boys, especially in Germany, but Kelli was definitely the exception. She was runway model material, and before marrying Rob, she had planned to get into modeling. She had a few head shots done but had never really pursued it.
Kelli also attracted a lot of unwanted attention from horny soldiers and this often became a sore spot between her and Rob because he would sometimes accuse her of flirting and egging things on. This usually occurred after he had a few Stuttgarter Hofbraus and let the alcohol do the talking. For the most part she never seemed to make it a point to try to garner any more attention that her stone good looks would gather without effort.
They partied at my apartment occasionally, and Mandi and I had partied at theirs, usually with 3-4 other couples. Kelli would drink her share of beer, and sometimes they would split a bottle of Jagermeister (long before it became cool in the US). But Kelli always seemed to stay just short of getting drunk, always coolly in control, while Rob would get "puke on his shoes" drunk.
Kelli had long, wavy blond hair that framed a face that was acutely feminine, soft but with a noble nose and jaw line. She had a slender model's body, little in the way of breasts, just slightly more hips that one would expect from a runway model, but she was definitely a doll. Once while we partied at their house, I had a few moments to talk to her, and broached the subject of modeling.
Kelli had actually talked to Mandi about the same thing, and Mandi had offered me as a potential photographer. At the time, I had been into amateur photography for about 10 years, and not only had 4 really nice camera bodies in 35mm, I had acquired a medium format Mamiya and did some nude photography of Mandi in black and white that she kept hidden but adored.
Kelli was more or less flattered by the offer but also blew it off. She seemed preoccupied with Rob and his childish games. It was the first time I got the impression that they could be having trouble. Rob had taken German in school, and got along well in the little village where they lived. They often had meals with the landlord or other neighbors. She always felt left out like a third wheel since she spoke little German and Rob didn't seem to care if she learned anything or not.
One afternoon, Rob had to pull 24-hour duty at the kaserne, and asked me to take some of his equipment and things to his apartment so Kelli could start cleaning it. It was about a 30 minute drive to their apartment, but I obliged. When I got to the apartment, I knocked. I heard a short scramble of noise, and then the door opened. I got a glimpse of Kelli disappearing up the stairs in to the apartment. I followed, my arms full of his military stuff, and walked into the living room. Kelli had taken a seat in a large chair near the door to the balcony, and was turned away from me.
"Where should I put this stuff?" I asked.
She just motioned me to put it on the sofa. I looked a bit more closely and noticed for the first time that she had red eyes and a red nose, and it dawned upon me that she was crying. I took a couple of tissues from a box nearby and walked over to her, and reached out to gently dab at her eyes and cheeks. She turned away at first, then slowly turned back. She must have been crying for a while. Her face was puffy and swollen, and her eyes were a wreck. Plus she wasn't wearing make-up and looked terrible. I had never seen her like this.
"So, would you care for a sympathetic ear?" I asked.
She looked down at her knees, then back to me.
"Maybe."
I quietly asked, "Got a beer in the fridge?"
She gave me a Mona Lisa smile and replied, "Sure."
I went over to the refrigerator, got a beer, and asked if she wanted one. She just waved me off. I took my beer and went over to where she sat, and sat down in the floor next to her legs. After a sip of beer, I decided to pry.
"Okay, what is up with you and the crying?"
She looked out the window for a couple of seconds, sighed deeply, and finally spoke in a quiet, small voice, "Do you really want to hear this?"
I shrugged, but answered, "I'm here, aren't I?"
She seemed to ponder things for a few moments before saying, "I know I look a mess, but earlier I just felt so lonely, and wondered what I was doing here in the middle of Germany, with no one who even speaks English within miles. Then I realized that Rob had CQ tonight, and I would be alone even longer. I would rather be fighting with him than sitting here alone."
I wasn't sure how to respond, but told her, "You're not alone now. And you can come stay with Mandi and me if you would like. Why are you fighting?"
She hesitated for a while, and after chewing her lower lip for a few seconds, finally looked at me and said, "Oh, it's just the same old shit. He lives in a beer bottle, and then gets angry and jealous over nothing. He brings his German friends around and then yells at me later because they stare at me and stuff, and say things in German I don't understand. I don't know if they are making fun of me or what, but a lot of times it seems awfully funny to them."
I sat my hand on a blue jean clad knee, and gently patted it.
"You should never feel bad about people falling all over themselves looking at you. You're just flat beautiful! Except for right now, and you look like hell," I teased.
She brushed away some stray hair almost shyly, and then smiled broadly, saying, "Well you're sure a lot of help."
I chuckled and told her, "Just trying to make you smile."
She sighed, and then her shoulders seem to relax. She fiddled around with the loose shirt she was wearing, fidgeted a bit and finally looked out the window.
"Are you sure it would be okay to stay with you and Mandi tonight?"
I softly replied, "You are always welcome, especially now. You don't seem to want to be alone and I don't think I could leave here without you. Mandi would kick my ass."
She chuckled at this, and said, "If you aren't in too big a hurry, I'll get cleaned up a bit and grab some clothes."
"I'll just guard this beer and you can take your time," I joked.
She stood up quickly and off she went, almost bouncing. I sat in her chair, enjoying the view, but a few seconds later she called out to me.
"Hey, I don't want to be alone back here either. Can you drink your beer in here?"
I called back, "Sure," and took my beer and headed toward the back of the apartment.
Kelli was in the bedroom, pawing through some clothes. She selected some things, and then passed me and went into the bathroom across the hall. She grabbed a bag and as she did, began telling me some thoughts she had pondered before I arrived, and began to talk almost incessantly, letting her mind dump all the sad thoughts. She began working on her face as she prattled on.
She seemed quite comfortable just talking away, and didn't seem to care if I was actually listening. I watched as she applied her make-up, noting the differences between her and Mandi when doing the same chore. She steadily talked at the same time. I sat on the end of the bed and made myself comfortable, grabbing another drink of beer.
She seemed to finish quickly, threw several items into a small bag, and then without missing a beat, reached under her shirt and unbuttoned her jeans. She slid them down her legs and kicked them off. Even though she had a button front shirt on, she grabbed it like a pullover up and over her head, tossing it with the jeans. She had yet to stop talking.
I got a good look at her body. She had long, beautifully proportioned legs, perfectly shaped, and flawless. As I had guessed, she had little for breasts, barely an A-cup, with large puffy areole topped by tiny nipples that were at rigid attention. She was wearing some miniscule panties that covered little, and since there were no tell-tale signs of hair peeking about, I assumed she would either be completely shaved or tightly trimmed. I enjoyed the view.
She continued her monologue as she slipped on some casual pants and a sweater suitable for the cool evening weather. She quickly slid her feet into some low heeled pumps and grabbed her make-up bag and returned to the bedroom. She paused talking for a second to throw some additional clothes into a small tote bag, and after a quick glance in the mirror, she fluffed her hair and turned to me with a smile.
"All ready!" she exclaimed.
I downed the remainder of my beer, headed to the kitchen to ditch the bottle in the trash, and motioned her to follow me. She grabbed her keys and I took her bag. She locked up behind herself and accompanied me to the car.
After hitting the highway back toward Heilbronn, she said, "I bet you thought I was never going to shut up, didn't you?"
I glanced at her and replied, "You needed to talk, and I was there to listen."
She patted my arm in a gesture of gratitude, and leaned back in her seat. We rode along quietly for a few minutes, when she suddenly sat up straight in the seat. She looked at me and suddenly got red in the face. She put her hand over her mouth for a minute.
"Did I change clothes in front of you?" she blurted out.
I shrugged and said, "Yes. Why do you ask?"
She blushed deeply and said, "You must think I'm terrible. I was just talking away, and feeling better, and I got so comfortable I didn't even think about it. I hope you weren't embarrassed or something, or think I'm crazy."
I laughed and told her, "No such thing. I figured you were comfortable, and it didn't bother me too much."
I smiled with a twinkle in my eyes, and she blushed yet again.
I continued, "Don't worry about it. All I saw was a beautiful woman who had some worries and needed not to be alone. Actually I found you to be quite beautiful, and I think we should definitely get together and shoot some pics for a portfolio."
She finally quit blushing, and asked me curiously, "You really think I could get a job modeling?"
"From what I have seen, definitely. What do you say?"
She frowned slightly, then softened.
"Well, Mandi said you were a pretty good photographer. I don't think it would hurt to give it a try."
I smiled at her and said, "Good. We'll work out the details some time. I will put together some scenarios that we can shoot in, and you work on picking out what you want to wear. I will also give you some ideas about that too."
She thanked me and I pooh-poohed her gratitude, and we settled into some middling chat until we arrived at my apartment building. Mandi was getting some food together when we came in, and greeted Kelli warmly. She also looked at me curiously when she saw the bag I was carrying, and it was not the good kind of curious!
"I took some of Rob's equipment home for him since he has Staff Duty tonight, and Kelli didn't seem to be in a mood to be alone tonight," I quickly explained.
Mandi eased the scowl at me and turned to Kelli. "He can be sweet sometimes," Mandi told her, "But he can also be a snake. Just like the one that got Eve into trouble!"
Kelli chuckled and smiled at Mandi. "I'll be careful around him," she quipped, and she and Mandi had a good laugh at my expense.
Later, after dinner, Mandi and Kelli split a bottle of wine, and Mandi excused herself and headed for bed. I followed and tucked her in and returned to see Kelli opening a fresh bottle of wine.
"Party mood, or cry in your wine mood," I asked quietly.
"Neither, really, just sort of needed a little buzz."
I told her I would be back, and went to the spare room to make sure everything was set up for our guest, returned to the living room and stepped out on the balcony to grab another beer. After I put some music in the CD, Kelli sat down in a chair close to me.
"So what do you have in mind?" she asked.
I was shocked, and almost lost my usual aplomb. All kind of things raced through my head, but I played it cool and careful. I grabbed a sip of beer and looked into her eyes.
"About what?" I casually queried.
"About a photo shoot. What did you think I was talking about?"
I kept my eyes on Kelli and softly answered, "Sorry. That conversation is a few hours behind us. I was completely clueless."
She smiled softly and said, "Sorry. I do that too often, assuming the person I am talking to knows what I am thinking."
"I'm not sure I would want to know what you're thinking!" I quipped.
Kelli smiled at me with a sexy leer, saying, "You might get embarrassed if you knew what I was thinking right now!"
I parried her thrust with, "You can never embarrass me. But if you want to try, have at it!"
Kelli started to say something, got a bit red in the face, and closed her mouth, thinking better of it.
"Speak!" I told her.
She smiled shyly this time, and said, "Let's just talk about photos."
We discussed what to wear, what shots she wanted, where to shoot. The "where" was tough since she hadn't been out and about all that much. Then we got into a discussion of when. Kelli was eager to get started and since it was almost fall, she was eager to get going on any outdoor shoots.
I cautiously asked if she wanted Mandi to join the sessions, and she hesitated for a moment, and then said, "No, I think I just want to do this between us. That way if I don't like the pictures, or my clothes, or anything else, we can work it out without any additional involvement."
I was very cool with this, and agreed that it would best to not involve anyone else until the finished product came out. We set a time for the next time I had to pull a 24-hour duty like Rob was on that night. He would be at work, Mandi would also be at the video store, and I would have the day off. I would pick a location to do the first shoot.
After we made all the arrangements, I headed for bed, shooing Kelli off to her room first. I fell into bed and slept like I was dead.
The day before our first shoot, I arranged with my runner to get some nap time early in the evening and let him have a long dinner break. He covered things for me so I got a nice nap. I didn't want to fall asleep over my camera!
I got home as Mandi was leaving for the video shop. She kissed me goodbye on the way out the door. I quickly changed into some comfy clothes and called Kelli. She was working on her make-up and was almost ready. I jumped in the car and headed out to pick her up.
When I got there, she was dressed in a loose shirt and shorts, along with some sandals. I left her standing at the door and headed straight to her closet where I pulled out several items. She stayed quiet, watching me curiously. I had her grab all her bathing suits, a teddy or two and some other lingerie. When I was satisfied, I told her to grab everything and we headed to the car.
I had picked our first location at a small park, small as in less than 0.25 acres, but it was in a very private place with a lot of trees and shrubs in the area. It had a single approach to it and you could see any cars approaching from at least 2 kilometers away. It also had a large stone fire circle where one could actually build a fire. This was rare in Germany. I had loaded some wood for a fire as one of my backgrounds.
I had previously gotten plenty of film for all the cameras, including extra film in medium format for the Mamiya. I found it at a small camera shop in downtown Heilbronn. I asked the owner if he had any problems developing pictures of nudes, or sexual content. He was apparently a dirty old bastard who developed pics to go in swinger magazine ads, and was quite happy to oblige (this was pre-digital days).
I also loaded some wine and beer in a cooler and some cheese and bread for refreshments. I was so wired about having some time to spend with Kelli I didn't miss any sleep from the previous night. I saved some time by coming into the little park the back way through some of the one lane roads that ran though the fields of crops.
When we arrived, I quickly built a fire, as Kelli opened a bottle of wine. She handed me a beer and sipped her wine. I got my tripod out and set up the Mamiya, and decided on the first set of clothes for her to wear. When I handed her the clothes, Kelli looked around and asked me where she should change clothes.
I pointed to the car and said, "Right there by the car. It's not like there is anyone around to watch."
She started to say something, and then was silent for a minute. I puttered with the cameras until I noticed that she hadn't started changing.
"What's the problem?" I asked.
She looked at me a bit strangely, and then finally said, "We're like, out in the open here."
I laughed at her discomfort, then softened a bit and picked up her wine glass. As I handed it to her, I gently said, "Look around. You can see for a long way, and you have plenty of time to get something on if we do see a car approaching. And by the way, get rid of the underwear too. You will be changing clothes often enough that you won't need to wear anything that will get in the way or make lines until we're through."
She looked almost aghast for a moment, and I thought she was on the verge of backing out.
"Drink your wine," I told her, and continued, "And quit worrying about changing clothes and all that. If you ever do get a modeling job, you will change clothes around several people, most of whom will be bored to death and will pay little if any attention to you at all. Now get on with it or I will pack the camera equipment and forget it."
Kelli looked like a little girl who had just been caught stealing cookies, but finally turned and moved over to the truck of the car, and after looking all around the horizon, began to strip off the clothes she was wearing. She seemed to be more worried about having someone drive up as opposed to dropping her clothes in front of me, which I was glad to see.
When she was down to bra and panties, I walked over and reached into the trunk, picking up some cute high heels. I handed them to her and told her to wear those with the first set. She sat the shoes on the ground and with some hesitation, finally got rid of the underwear, standing behind the car naked except for her flats.
I got busy laying out my Cokin filter set for some specialty shots, and carefully observed her without being too obvious. As I thought, she was almost completely void of pubic hair, and the miniscule breasts had rigidly erect nipples. When she turned her back to me to put on a skirt, I got a nice view of her ass. It was slightly pear shaped, trim, and not a flaw to be seen. I got a glimpse of a little puckered butt hole as she bent to pull the skirt over her feet.
Once she was dressed, I helped her get her hair fixed, and we got busy with the shoot. She found out it was actually hard work, and by the third set of clothes, she was ready for a break. We sat by the fire, sipping our drinks, and I got out the bread and cheese. We ate in silence for a few minutes, and then Kelli broke the quiet.
"This would be fun if it wasn't so much like work!"
I chuckled and then fussed, "It wouldn't be so much like work if you were a little more cooperative and give me the looks I need."
She worked her mouth into a pout and quipped, "Well, you're the slave master here."
I laughed out loud and replied, "You don't want to see me as the slave master. I can be very, very rough, and much crueler."
She teased me with, "Oh, you're not so mean."
I took a measured bite of bread and cheese, and then replied coldly, "You don't really want to push it, girl."
She took this in stride, quietly finishing her cheese.
After knocking down the last of my beer, I smiled at Kelli and asked, "Ready to get back to work?"
She looked at me calmly and replied, "Whenever you are, sir!"
I walked to the back of the car and picked out the next clothes for her to model. I motioned her around to me and held out the clothing, saying "Let's make this quick. We still have a lot of film to burn."
After looking at me curiously, she realized I wanted her to get the clothes she was wearing off and get the new ones on. She hesitated for a second, and I grabbed the jacket she was wearing and turned her around, slipping it from her back and she naturally followed by dropping it from her arms.
Without a blouse underneath, she was now topless. I handed her the blouse up next, and quickly unzipped the skirt, taking it down quickly and holding it low enough for her to slip out of it. She was naked except for the blouse she was pulling on, and wearing a different pair of cute heels. I held the pants for her to step into and as she buttoned the blouse.
I put the remaining clothes back in the trunk, opened two of the buttons she had previous buttoned, and took her arm and led her to the fireplace. We shot a roll of medium format film, and then I had her change into one of the bathing suits, a miniscule bikini top and thong.
Using the same technique, I quickly unbuttoned her blouse as she loosened the pants. She was out of the clothes in seconds, and I held the thong for her to slip into, getting a look at her almost bare pussy. I helped her slip the top on, and we went up on the road where I could shoot her backlit by the sun, with the light breeze blowing her hair just perfectly. After several shots with one of the 35mm cameras, I reached over to her and slipped the knot from the bikini top and took it off her.
I gave her some instruction for her next pose when I realized she was standing there with her arms crossed looking at me. I looked back with a mean glare.
"Are you really going to shoot me topless?" she mumbled.
"Yes," I told her, "and they will be your private shots only. You may need some nudes sooner or later, so roll with it."
She looked at me skeptically, but followed my instructions. After some standing shots I took her back to the fireplace, shooting some sitting and lounging shots. After moving her over to my car, I reached down and slipped the thong from her, quickly grabbing a foot and pulling it away.
This time she didn't argue. I shot some pics of her on the hood of my car, and then a few back at the fireplace. I had her wait, and got a one-piece bathing suit from the trunk and shot some more pics with the Mamiya. When we finished, I pulled her over to the trunk and slipped the one-piece from her body.
Before she could react, I pulled her to me in a gentle hug and whispered, "Doesn't it feel nice out here in the open air with nothing on?"
She didn't pull away, but nestled closer to me, and then looked somewhat pensive when she said, "Why didn't you want to know what I was thinking?"
I was slightly confused for a minute, until I realized she had jumped back in time during the conversation at my apartment after Mandi had gone to bed. So here she is, naked save for cute 3" heels, nestled against me comfortably, and she is asking about a conversation some time ago. I gave it try.
"I was afraid I would dive all over you, throw you down in the floor, and eat your pussy until your blue eyes turned brown."
Before I could expect a response she giggled, and casually looked at me with a sexy smile, saying, "Would that have been so bad for you?"
I felt the warmth of her body so close to me, and realized that she was horny from all the activity during the afternoon, including being naked out in the open air. I was not going to miss this chance.
"That would have been wonderful for me. Would you let me make up for lost time?"
She squirmed a bit, and then pushed away from me a bit and quietly said, "I really shouldn't, but you know, a little more wine and I might just agree."
Now considering I was getting a shot at a woman who should be modeling for real, one of the most beautiful women I had ever been close to, a doll without peer, I almost turned into a little school boy. But I fought off the urge and gathered my cool.
I reached into the trunk, pulling the wine out, and asked sweetly, "Care for a bit of wine?"
She giggled, pulled away gently and retrieved her glass, holding it out to me for a refill. I carefully filled it, and got another beer. Kelli was so damn beautiful, and just killer sexy, I figured I might need a little alcohol to make sure I didn't blow my cork too soon.
As she sipped her wine, I casually looked her up and down and asked, "Mind if I join you?" Her answer was to grab my shirt and pull it over my head. She grabbed my shorts and yanked them down, purring in delight when she found I was bareback, no underwear. She grabbed her wine and resumed the snuggling against me.
After another sip of wine, she pulled my head down and we locked lips in an intense, tongue fighting kiss. She tasted sweet, like the wine, and my cock began to grow immediately. She hadn't paid much attention when she had first yanked my shorts from me, but she was quickly making me rock hard, grinding up against me and continuing to kiss me.
As I neared fully erect, she reached down and gently stroked my cock for a couple of minutes, bringing to fully erect. She ground her pussy into my cock, purring delightedly. She was already seeping juice, and I grabbed her ass with both hands and slowly and gently kneaded it. She responded to this by arching her ass into my hands.
I took the opportunity to carefully pull away from her, reached into the trunk, and grabbed a throw I kept there for picnics and such. I took her hand and led her to the front of the car, where I spread the throw on the hood. I lifted her up by the legs and laid her back on the hood, and without hesitation, dived straight into her pussy.
Kelli gasped with surprise, but quickly began grasping my head as I sought her clit and coaxed it out of hiding with my tongue. I began to work her clit between my lips, using my tongue to tease and manipulate it. She writhed as though in pain but within seconds, exploded into an orgasm that had her gasping for breath.
I didn't stop but continued to work her clit as she dumped sweet juice into my awaiting mouth. I began to probe her pussy with a finger, adding a second just a few minutes later. She had enough juice flowing that I easily had enough lube to add a finger to her cute little pucker. She wiggled away for a second, but then relaxed onto my hand with a moan.
She had a death grip on my head, and I let her ride to her heart's content. I finally worked two fingers into her pussy and two into her ass. She let go of my head, and pulled her legs back and wide open. I continued the action on her clit while I mauled her pussy and asshole with my fingers.
She launched into another orgasm, quietly moaning and whining. After she rode though that one, she slowed down, and scooted away from me, pulling at my wrist to remove my fingers from inside her. As she panted rhythmically, I wiped her juices from my face on the throw.
Kelli finally looked at me with lazy eyes, and quietly asked, "What color are my eyes now?"
I chuckled under my breath and softly replied, "Brown."
She closed her eyes as she blurted out, "No doubt."
I carefully pulled her down the hood of the car until she had just her back being supported, lined up my aching cock, and pushed into her dripping pussy with a slow but firm motion. Kelli gasped and wiggled her hips to get more. I slid into her until I hit bottom, eliciting a brief shriek.
"Wow," she gasped. "You really get in there deep!"
"Want me to stop?" I asked.
She grabbed at my forearms and pulled on them until I was again buried to the hilt. That answered that question! I began to fuck her in earnest, steadily building to a pounding rhythm. Kelli began a small shriek in the back of her throat in time with the pounding, but never getting too loud. She rode my cock like a trooper.
I was in a mode that had me pounding on Kelli's sweet pussy while I worked my hands around to her ass and spread her butt cheeks wide. I got into a nice, fast rhythm as Kelli began to work toward yet another orgasm. In another minute or so, I felt her pussy begin to contract and she burst into her climax with a passion.
I continued to pump into her, gradually slowing down, until she finished. Keeping my cock sheathed in her sopping pussy, I gently lifted her up and pulled her against my chest, rubbing the chest hair against her rigid nipples. With arms wrapped tightly around my neck, she nuzzled my ear.
"Damn, I really enjoyed that!" she gasped.
"Glad you liked it," I returned, "I think you needed that."
She pressed even more tightly against me, whispering, "Need, want, love...whatever."
As I released a low chuckle, she whispered in my ear again, "What makes you get off?"
My first thought was 'I'm glad you asked,' but I pulled her tight against me and whispered back, "Are you sure you really want to know?"
Kelli leaned back a bit and looked at me quizzically, finally saying, "Is it that weird?"
I shook my head no, pulling her back to me for a long kiss. After I broke away from the kiss, I nuzzled her ear again and whispered, "I am a butt man. I like a woman with a nice ass, and I really like being balls deep in that ass."
I waited for her to pull away, slap me, something. She just looked at me with a Mona Lisa smile, and grabbed my head.
"My dumbass old man makes me do that when he's drunk, and he can't even get hard. It doesn't really hurt when he does get it in a bit, but I never figured out what the fascination was. Sometimes though, I thought about trying it so I could see what it was all about."
"Well, can I show you?" I asked carefully.
She sighed, and leaned back, which had the net result of my cock bumping into her cervix.
"Ummph," she complained. "You better be careful. That's a nice piece of meat you got there."
"The better to fuck your luscious ass with," I teased.
Kelli laughed, and then lifted off my cock until she could stand up. She suddenly squatted and took about half my cock down her throat.
After a few strokes, she looked up and said, "Do you honestly think this thing will fit back there?"
I smiled and replied, "Only if you really want it too."
Kelli stood back up, gave me a quick kiss, and with a determined look said, "Well, tell me what to do."
I asked if she had any lotion with her make-up, and she went to the trunk and found two or three. I picked the best for anal lube, and led her back to the front of the car. I rearranged the throw, and had her lean over the hood. Then I asked her to hold her cheeks open for me. I got a surge of horniness as I looked square up her little hole.
I had to shake my head in wonder that this beautiful babe in high heels was holding her ass wide open for me to do what I wanted. This was wonderful, and my balls ached. I quickly drove my tongue into her pucker, and got a sigh and moan as a reward. She moved her hips erotically as I worked my tongue in and around her asshole.
After a good tongue session, I used the lotion to slowly and gently work the oil in and around the little hole, gradually getting two fingers in with ease. Kelli didn't say anything but continued to moan quietly. When I felt the relaxation in her anus, I kissed my way up her back and nestled my cock between those cute cheeks.
I whispered to Kelli, "I am going to hold still right here. Grab your bottom again and hold it wide open so you can push back slowly, taking me into your ass as you can. You control the action until we find out if it's going to go okay."
She answered with a quiet, "Okay."
Kelli began to work her ass onto my cock. As I felt it begin to penetrate, she groaned with pain, but didn't stop completely. While still holding onto her ass cheeks, she began to rock gently back and forth as she slowly accepted more and more of my cock into her ass.
She stopped with about half my cock lodged tightly up her little hole, then grabbing her ass cheeks again, began to rock. She groaned some more but continued to slide back toward me until she finally came to rest with her ass pressed against my stomach.
"Goddamn, your cock is just huge. I have never felt this full."
"Thanks, but do you think you can handle some motion?" I asked.
"Give me a minute," she answered back, "I need a little more time to get used to it."
I held still and let her wiggle her ass around a bit. She pushed back away from the car a few inches, leaned over further, and put her arms under her head.
"I think I'm okay now," Kelli said quietly.
I gently grasped her hips, and began to rock gently, not pulling more than an inch from her ass before slowly sliding back to the full depth. She groaned again, and I stopped.
"It's okay" she added with a husky voice.
I began to move more of my cock in and out, and when I finally got to where I was pulling all the way to my cock head and easing back in, she moaned gutturally. That was not a moan of pain!
I began to stoke in and out of her ass. She was wonderfully tight, gripping my cock like a small hand. I worked into a full deep stroke just like I would her pussy. I leaned over where she could hear me and told her to rub her clit. She didn't hesitate, quickly reaching between her legs and stroking her clit like there was no tomorrow.
As I pounded away, she began to approach another orgasm and started to squeal. This time she was not so quiet. After she ripped her guts with her orgasm, I told her to reach back once again and hold her ass wide open for me.
She complied as I looked down, getting a rush of eye candy; killer babe, high heels, spreading her ass open for my hard pounding. It didn't take but a minute and I was blasting a monster load of cum deep into Kelli's ass.
She squealed again, even louder, and I roared with the rush of cum jetting from my cock. After a couple of meager after-thought spurts, I leaned over Kelli and told her that she would have to ease it out at her own speed. I backed away a few inches, and she wiggled her ass around. I could feel my cock slowly slipping from her hole, until finally, when my cock head was almost out, she stopped and held really still. I felt some muscle movement, and suddenly, she squeezed like she was emitting a turd, and I gently popped from her asshole. She jumped a bit, and then leaned back over the hood, breathing harshly. I watched as her distended asshole began to drip my cum, leaking down to her pussy and further down her legs.
Kelli looked at me and made an "EWWW" noise, and I headed to the truck to retrieve a box of tissues from her things. Upon returning, I pushed her back down on the hood and gently wiped her clean, catching my cum until her hole finally returned to a semblance of normality.
I poured Kelli some more wine, returning to where she was still leaning on the hood of the car. I handed her the wine and she took a deep drink.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "I feel like you drove a truck up my butt. I have to say, though, it wasn't that bad for my first time really doing it."
I chuckled and told her, "You are the one who thought about trying anal. Don't blame me if you have some problems."
She scowled at me and scolded, "You're the one with that big hunk of meat you shoved up me. And I didn't expect a quart of goo pumped in me either. Don't ever ask me to do that again!"
She really tried to make a nasty face at me, but failed and suddenly broke into a smile.
"I guess I didn't fool you with that, huh?"
I smiled back at her as I headed for a fresh beer. After I grabbed the beer, I started to take down the Mamiya from the tripod when I thought of something.
"Let me get a picture of your cute butt opened up for me!" I blurted as I headed for the camera.
Kelli turned a bit red in the face, and looked at me weirdly. I picked the camera up and moved toward the front of the car, motioning her over where the throw was still in place on the hood of the car. She continued to look at me as if she didn't think I was serious, even though I had shot a number of frames of her nude. I guess this was different.
"This isn't a face shot," I told her. "Now come on and assume the pose you used when I was looking at that beautiful ass of yours."
She remained skeptical but finally moved to the front of the car.
"One more pic and we're done," I promised.
Kelli slowly bent over the hood of the car, reached back and grasped her bottom and spread it wide. Before she had time to stop, or protest, or anything else, I focused and shot the frame. She didn't hear the shutter click so I quietly moved behind her and ran my tongue into her little hole, still a bit red from the previous butt pounding.
She jumped and shrieked, and pushed away. She grabbed her wine glass and dashed to the trunk of the car, grabbing the wine bottle and poured the last of the wine. As she sipped, I took the Mamiya off the tripod and began to gather my equipment.
Kelli finished the wine, and finally spoke.
"Are you really that horny?"
I laughed, and replied, "Yes, but I was just playing. You look like you've had enough for one day!"
She grabbed a beer and opened it, saying, "You're right. And my sorry old man better not try anything tonight or I may rip his balls off."
I decided to egg things on, saying, "So you're going light weight on me now? I thought a sexy babe like you could go all night."
She frowned at me, replying, "I thought I could, but you stuffed me so full I need a break. By the way, can I get dressed now?"
I quickly replied, "I wish you wouldn't', but if you must....."
It was her turn to laugh, and she grabbed her flats and slipped into them first, then some pants, and finally a loose t-shirt. Satisfied that no one would see her naked now, she began packing the other clothes. She worked quickly and methodically as I did likewise with my camera gear. I dropped all the spent rolls into a small pouch to go to the developer.
After we finished, we sat down alongside the fire to watch it burn out, sharing a beer. Kelli leaned back into me, cuddling against my chest. After a few minutes, I quietly asked, "What made you respond to me instead of slapping me as I expected?"
Without missing a beat, she quietly said, "I really needed some sweet company, someone supportive of me, someone I trusted to do what was best for me, plus, I was so horny from getting naked out in the fresh air!"
"I'm assuming the later was the more urgent of the list," I quipped.
Kelli turned and poked me in the ribs.
"Maybe," she replied mischievously.
As it was getting late I figured we should go. I stirred the remaining ash and spread it around the fire circle where it wouldn't flame up again. We took off, heading straight to the photo shop first before I took her home.
As I pulled away from the little park, I caught a small movement in the rear view mirror. It was an old gentleman dressed in hiking clothes with a herring bone knit hat and carrying one of those walking canes that had a bottle holder on it. He was grinning from ear to ear and waved as I drove away. 'Nice to have an appreciative audience' I thought to myself. I stayed mute, though.
Aside from a couple of shots where the wind had blown Kelli's hair the wrong direction, all the pictures came out as though done professionally. We got together privately to look over the pics. Kelli was impressed, and the more she looked the happier she got. She was even impressed with the nude pics. She looked absolutely stunning, in spite of her tiny breasts. She looked so natural and comfortable in the nudes I shot.
One pic I did had her back lit from the sun with the wind blowing her hair to the side, after I had gotten her out of the bathing suit. I had used a reflector for fill light, and shot this one in black and white. She was a beautiful nymph with a sunglow around her. She almost cried at how stunning the picture was.
Kelli did remember when I shot the butt picture, but I told her I didn't actually shoot the frame. She looked at me suspiciously, but I had previously carefully opened the package and retrieved that one pic and negative, and sealed the envelope back. She never knew the difference and I still have that pic to this day, including digitized and enlarged from the negative.
After picking shots to enlarge, I helped her put a portfolio together and send it to some places. We were pleasantly pleased when a small but upcoming agency contacted her and asked if she would like to do some catalogue modeling for a large furniture chain, and maybe some clothing outlets. Since she was already in Germany, she could do much of the work in Europe.
She took the job, but before she left, we had one more session, this time inside since it was winter. Kelli turned out to be a tiger when she was really grateful! We went at it like it was an Olympic competition, and I got to bury my cock in her ass several times before the night was over. Kelli actually had an orgasm from just my cock in her ass. She really could go almost all night!
She waited until the day she was leaving for her job to tell Rob that she was leaving, and told him she wouldn't be back. When she returned to the states for some more modeling work, she filed for divorce.
Unfortunately for me, when she called him to see if he had signed the papers, they got into a nasty argument, and she told him about everything I did for her, including wearing her fine ass out. She really wore him out over our sessions, and told him she still wanted my cock in her tight little ass.
Rob got drunk, and got arrested by the Polizei, and I had to go get him. On the way to the barracks, he tried to punch me while I drove. I stopped the car, got out and when he tried to punch me again (he was still half drunk), I pounded him 3-4 times, knocking him down so hard he curled up in a ball and started crying. Fortunately, none of this mess made it back to Mandi.
I got him back to the barracks, and next day transferred him to another unit within my battalion. The last time I heard from Kelli, she sent me a nude picture she shot herself, and a couple of pages from a clothing catalogue she was in. But I still have the best picture of her.