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This is a humorous story about a model and her sexual adventures. Threre
are 45 Parts to this story in all. Following are 5-10.

**************


The Fallen Model

by

Lirit Amour and Effi Gamir

**************

Chapter Seven: Tempest

Days and weeks went by. Pini Klein's envy of the impeccably genteel Fang
was to no end and the relationship between Shiri-li and her husband got
worse by the day. One of those days, while Shiri-li labored to make a
living for the both of them, her slothful husband affronted Fang. While
the innocent super-model never knew that while she was making highly
artistic TV commercials her very own Pini was busy throwing totally
preposterous accusations at Fang... The noble Fang did not demean himself
by responding and Pini's anger aggravated... The rotund Ashkenazi man who
was busy all day charging his beautiful wife's MasterCard with endless
deliveries from the "Pletzel" Ashkenazi restaurant was not willing to give
any Credit to the good-hearted, handsome dog.
Pini grabbed Fang's designer Doggy plate and furiously smashed it into the
kitchen's Lucullan china wall... Fang remained illustriously calm. When
Pini finally comprehended his failure to exasperate Fang he tried, armed
with a chopstick, to attack the virtuous dog and Fang, fighting for dear
life, bit his ankle. Pini groaned with pain and limped away swearing
revenge...
When Shiri-li came home and heard about the incident she was very angry.
She bitterly challenged her pig of a husband and swore she will never ever
let him near her... That very same day the limping Pini Klein moved to
another wing of Shiri-li's mansion.... He did not dare to pester his
eleemosynary rival again.

***

Early one September 1994 morning Shiri-li was about to honor with her
presence a lucrative "Telma" molten-soup commercial. Excited at the
prospect of yet another day of glamour she examined her image in the
mirror... Yes, the famous photographer Nelmut Schlock will be pleased...
She entered her luxurious BMW360xy and drove away...
But things did not evolved as expected and the Studio session was
postponed because of a lightening and thunder storm which created static
interference and made Shiri-li's hair stand on end and also the assistant
photographer slipped on the slippery wet pavement and fractured his right
leg in three locations and also the Catering service did not function due
to some coordination mishap and also there were problems with the
insurance.
Shiri-li Aflalo-Klein was immensely disappointed, but she audaciously
managed to conceal her sorrow... Never mind, she said to herself, I'll
just bite my lips and bear out this storm. And once again she entered her
car (a luxurious BMW360xy) and went straight home...
When she drove the palatial electric parking of her mansion at "Hiatal
Hernia" (she moved there in chapter 3 already but we forgot to tell you)
Shiri-li's beautiful face was contorted with distaste... The car of the
mother of her dreck husband was slantly parked, completely blocking the
entrance to the parking lot... Beside this unsavory vehicle was the all
too familiar motorcycle of the "Pletzel" delivery boy... They're porking
themselves with Gephilte-Fish again, she indignantly thought and her
beauteous face expressed the disdain she felt toward her husband and his
condescending family... There she parks there again, blocking my entrance
and making me park on the street and get parking tickets and get and my
luxurious flank mirror bumped off.... There she does it again...
Shiri-li gracefully paced, utilizing her Italian leather shoes in the
process, into the copious parlour of her house. The house was quiet... The
telly was turned-off, that made Shiri-li arch her well-plucked eyebrows...
>From her separated-husband quarter she heard a sound which resembled a
ticking or a quaint slap... There, there, said the wise model to herself,
let's check this out. She resolutely (but quietly) headed toward the
eastern wing...
Approaching that aforementioned wing where her evil husband bedroom was
located, the rummy slapping sounds grew clearer... Shiri-li decided to get
to the abysmal depth of this mystery. She gently took of her Italian
leather shoes off and hushfully paced toward the door, her legs covered by
nothing more than her Denier 5 silk stockings...
Nearing Pini Klein's bedroom door she noticed that the slapping sound was
coming from there. Sagaciously utilizing her coruscating green eyes she
tried to peep through the designer peephole, but could see nothing except
the oak boudoir beside her disaffected husband's bed.
Shiri-li girded her loins, so to say, and put her shapely hand over the
door knob and turned it... The well-oiled lock quietly turned on his
hinges and the bedroom door opened to a narrow crack... Shiri-li exquisite
eyes (colour: green) arduously searched to detect the source of the
strange sound within the room... Lo! But this is impossible! Forsooth,
this couldn't be! Inconceivable! Could it really be true?

Chapter Eight: Total Delivery

The plushy door quietly rustled on her professionally oiled hinges.
Shiri-li Aflalo-Klein's green eyes gazed stupefied at the horrendous site
reflected in the glowing surface between her charming eyelashes.
On Pini Klein's profligate bed lay his mother‹her hair blue, her buttocks
enormous‹naked as in the day she was born in a Stetl in Poland (this event
took place many years ago). Over her outstretched Pini Klein, the
unfaithful husband, naked as in the day he was born too, his humongous
belly drooping down. His dwarfish penis was anointed with a Gephilte-Fish
jello, and his clasping, hairy hand was guiding it directly... Oh, No!...
Directly into his mother's arse-hole!
Shiri-li was thunderstruck... But that was not all... Over the overpriced
Biedermeier armchair sat the "Pletzel" delivery boy, naked as in the day
he was born to a mother of Polish descent... In his one hand he held a
horseradish root, which he was diligently shoving up his own arse... And
in his other hand he clasped a big whip...
"Whip!" Whipped the motorcycled delivery boy over the fleshy backside of
Pini Klein‹"Whip! Whap!" So this is the reason for those slapping sounds
I've heard, mumbled Shiri-li Aflalo-Klein to her flurried self, her
nipples swelling with conniption.
But such acrimonious affections were very far from Pini Klein's corpulent
heart. To the contrary, the vicious quirt lashing imparted across his beck
only assisted in heightening his forbidden pleasure... With a sigh of
bliss and delectation he started to thrust his dubious manhood straight
into his own mother's anal canal!
In clear sight of the alluring model's eyes, the Gephilte-Fish besmeared
organ of the crocodile-skin-wallets-importer started to penetrate his
mother's behemothic butt-hole. The mother did not shrink away from
committing this hideous act. To the contrary! She encouraged her only
remaining son to further penetrate her lustful rectal opening.
Pini Klein panted while yet another fierce whiplash landed on his apish
backside and his cock now fully entered his corrupted mother's arse.
Shiri-li was astonished when the mother did not distance herself from her
son but contrariwise, continued to inspirit him to further his efforts.
"Ya!" Cried the blue haired mother.
"Du bist ein wilde haye," she wailed. ("You are a wild animal"‹in Yiddish).
"Du bist ein schwein," the horny mother-in-law related the reason to her
joy. ("You are a swine")
"Ya! Ya! Bitte, In De Tukhes," her promiscuous son retorted ("yes, yes
please. Up the arse"‹in bad Yiddish).
"Whip! Whap!" Went the "Pletzel" delivery boy's whip, his hand still
shoving the horseradish root up his hairy behind. 
In front of the green-eyed supermodel there unfolded a most amazing sight,
a rarity even in the promiscuous bohemian circles. The lust-possessed
mother continued to encourage her son to further penetrate the opening
from which she usually used to exit her excrements...
"Noch mir... In De Tukhes... Bitte... Du wilde haye du... Du schweine..."
("More... Up the arse... Please... You're a wild animal... You have a
lovely singing voice")
"Ya... Mein kind... Ingele... Zoonale... Gib mir..." (Yes.. My boy... My
child... My sweet child... Give it to me")
And her sweet child kept on drilling her scopic butt, groaning all the
while under the "Pletzel" delivery boy's whips and the pressure that his
experienced mother's well-developed rectum muscles have applied to his
diminutive cock.
"Ya... Mein mutter... Gib mir seine tukhes... Du habt ein groisse
delicatessen Tukhes... Ha... Di Gephilte-Fish ist gut... Ya..." (Yes... My
mother... Give me your arse... You have a big, phenomenal arse... Ha...
The Gephilte-Fish is good... Yes...")
Shiri-li Aflalo-Klein's stupefaction was to no end, but this consternation
was soon replaced by the bottomless depth of despair, as the horrendous
sight continued to unfurl in front of her beautiful green eye step by
agonizing step. The stinker son shoved his Gephilte-Fish oiled organ up
his mother's rectum with reinforced urgency... The delivery boy lashed his
vicious lashes, thrust his hand into the giant Gephilte-Fish plate placed
at the center of the room and started to move his oily hand over his hairy
cock, moaning with indocile lust...
The mother did not suffice herself with what she has done thus far and
continued to legitimize the forbidden incestuous desires of the
unrestrained fruit of her loins. She felt that her lazy son, who was not
willing to help her with the family business is helping her now... Helping
her a lot...
Together, the deviant threesome was now reaching heights of sensuality and
pleasure that normal people can experience without resorting to
perversions.
All of the sudden, Shiri-li's mouth gaped open with amazement at the sight
in front of her. The old injury in her groin started to throb and her skin
was once again possessed by absolute disdain, but also with sickly
interest to continue watching the ongoing refractory. At that very moment
of ambiguity, Pini Klein sounded a loud cry, coming straight from the
bottom of his depraved heart.
"Mama... Mama..." Snorted the son in a husky voice... That same voice with
which he used to recommend the unwilling Shiri-li to view a "Bloopers"
videocassette... "Mama... Genug... Ich comen... Comen... Ahhhh" (mamma...
I'm coming... Coming... Ahhhh").
In front of the beautiful supermodel's thunder stricken eyes (she saw the
whole thing!) Her hairy husband withdrew his cock from his mother's arse
and started to spray his whitish and sparse forbidden-love sperm over his
mother's face! His mother did not rest. Her one hand rapidly moving
between her thighs, she dipped her other hand deep into the quivering
jello Her own fat quivered while she shoved her jolly-covered fingers into
her mouth, groaning with pleasure...
"Ah, mein kind..." Her much-too-red-lipsticated lips sighed "Das was seir
schein... Heirlick..." ("Ah, my boy... This was a good one, my beloved")
The sinful threesome united in a close incestuous and delivery-boyious
embrace... In front of the youthful, beautiful and agony stricken young
wife, the ungodly trinity whispered words of affection to each other...
"Du bist besser den seine papa..." Said the quivering-arsed mother to her
wicked son...
"Du bist besser den meine papa..." Whispered the paunchy son unto his
mother's pastrious bosom...
"Du bist besser den seine papa..." Noted the "Pletzel" delivery-boy in
Pini Klein pleased-to-hear ears...
Oh my god! Thought the raging Shiri-li when she heard those words... She
did not understand the full and horrible meaning of the things that were
said, because they were uttered in Yiddish, but the little of the language
she managed to learn during her frequent visits to fashion shows in Munich
enabled her to understand that the purse-importers' family has sunken to a
moral abyss of which there is no rising...
What now? What should she do with such a husband? How can one respect a
mother-in-law who doesn't behave like a mother-in-law should?  Where would
she turn now?  In Shiri-li's heart this dark and agonizing questioned
remained unanswered... Where would she turn now?  Where?

Chapter Nine: The Abyss of Despair

On she went... On and on... Shiri-li Aflalo-Klein stumbled along the
thick, soft Persian-carpet-adorned corridor... She kept on walking and
within her heart she felt a horrible desire to take revenge. Suddenly, the
successful model found herself outside her luxurious mansion. She was in
front of the mamma Klein's fat, quivering Volvo... In front of the
delivery boy's motorcycle... The motorcycles... Suddenly, she knew what
she had to do... With the determination and resilience of a proud Shkhunat
Ha'argazim kid she approached the motorcycle and with her own
well-tendered hand withdrew the air gaskets of both wheels... The sinful
air ejected with the sigh of relief.
Shiri-li felt relieved too... She searched her stately purse after
something... Her long, beautiful fingers resiliently grasped the keys of
her luxurious BMW360xy... with a shaking hand she approached the ugly
Volvo and with a swing of desperation and revenge totally ruined the car's
paint on the front and over the wings... 
Suddenly, the unbelievably gorgeous supermodel froze. She heard a
suspicious sound. What could be the source of this sound? Have they caught
me red-handed, improving the Volvo for the worse? She looked around...
Fang! The favorable figure of her most loyal (white) dog appeared in front
of her... Good Fang... Helping Fang...
And helping indeed he was. The faithful dog has come to aid his mistress
with her destructive vengeance... He lifted his left leg and sprayed his
acid piss over the roof and the windows of the Volvo. The windows melted
like a Parmesan cheese over hot spaghetti... There was a big rip in the
car's roof. 
Valiant Fang did not hesitate to use this rip... His muscular body entered
the outdated car and after a few seconds the model was able to sense the
fine odor of his excrements, generously splashed over the back seats of
the car... Fang was not a dog of barks alone‹he was a dog of action... He
jumped forward, to the front seat of the car and activated the electric
lighter and the tape-cassette to empty the blue-haired mama's battery and
on top of it all blew the horn repeatedly...
Blew the horn? Ahh! Shiri-li stirred with alarmed... Her raging Moroccan
blood froze as it entered her mind that the horn might be heard in the
eastern wing of the mansion... Where the sinful trio was recuperating from
his incestuous love acts... We must get out of here! Quick! With a
flexible nod of her ear she signaled the resourceful dog that it was time
to split and they took off swiftly to Shiri-li Aflalo-Klein's room... They
will not find us here, said the hot-tempered model to her helping dog...
They do not suspect that the glamorous shooting session was cancelled
because of static electricity and a broken ankle...

***

Trapped in her room, Shiri-li could here the voices from outside... While
Fang busily licked his butt clean  Aflalo-Klein could hear her
mother-in-law cry foul when she saw what happened to her car... Shiri-li
was very amused...
For hours she waited nervously in her room... Until is seemed as if the
commotion has subsided... A silence accompanied by the chirping of bloody
annoying birds have descended over the Aflalo-Klein mansion...

***

Shiri-li examined her plushy room with a tear in her green eye... The car
mutilation charges' storm has gone by for the time being... But one by one
the story of her husband's sinuous behaviour has started to unfold in
front of her as if she was watching a hyper-realistic animation film...
She grabbed her ample breast in her hand and sighed...
Her eyes wandered about the room... Here was the water bed she received
after the "Pariah" campaign... The bed was covered by a pink mink fur...
It wobbled a little as the mineral water inside it raged... It blended
nicely with the thick white carpet she got as a gift after the sour-milk
campaign... Or was it a gift from the producers of "Kill Whitey"?... The
white fur blended with Fang's. The dog was done licking his butt-hole and
was now rinsing his mouth with "Theadent" mouth-freshener... Fang was
looking at the glamorous crystal mirror she got after the "Dynasty"
promo... And in the mirror one could see the oak night-cupboard which she
got after the "Cup-a-Docia" commercial... Lying over the video wall which
included a 50' Carera Basso television... The best and most expensive of
its kind...
She had it all... Including an option for 20% stake of Microsoft... And
still she had nothing at all... Her traitorous husband... She was so
lonely... Shiri-li collapsed on the bed and burst in a glamorous cry...
Her life were so difficult...  She ironed her hair a million times just to
make a honest living and that is how she is repaid? Are all the people in
the world so cruel? Would it be better if the whole human race was
destroyed by a meteor crashing over the south sea?

Chapter Ten: A Surprising Comfort

"Gloop!" Was the sound heard in the supermodel's luxurious bedroom as one
more gulp of Southern Comfort made its way down Shiri-li Aflalo-Klein's
long, delicate throat. The drink, of Scottish origin, had some impression
over the clearness of mind of the top model and as it was already her
third drink for the evening she was forbidden by law to drive her
luxurious BMW360xy...
Her green, translucent eyes were fogged by tears of grief and sorrow...
Why?... Why?... She did not hear any answer... Two brown eyes followed her
with a comforting look from the corner of the room... The mild mannered
Fang drank his Black Russian very slowly.... Enjoying it one lick at a
time... He was all too aware of the ill effects intoxicating drinks have
over the brain's neurons...
Shiri-li was faltering as she got up from the expensive leather armchair
she was sitting in... Wobbling, she walked into the Norwegian china
covered bathroom... Damn! The goat-milk faucet was broken! Oh! What a
world! A nice hot goat-milk bath would have been just the thing right
now... Ah, but what is a girl to do... I'm really slipping, she thought,
oh well, I guess I'll have to settle for a hot mineral water bath
instead...

***

Several minutes later a thin, elongated figure, with but a thin, luxurious
bathrobe over her bare, tanned skin exited from the bathroom... She was
welcomed by the wondrous sounds of Richard Kleiderman's white grand
piano... This was her loyal dog's most favorite CD... Shiri-li
Aflalo-Klein dropped, almost fainting, on the luxurious water bed and
sighed with relief... 
Over her comfortable bed Shiri-li felt as if she was floating on air...
Sailing above the water... In a small, tranquil floss boat... Only her one
foot was touching the water... Such a grand river... She felt very
naughty... She dipped the tips of her fingers in water... Her elbow... Her
knee... She felt herself sinking more and more into the water... To her
knees... To her thighs...
Her flat, firm belly was a little damp now... And the tips of her
breasts... And her neck... And her hips... And... 
Fang!
Fang!
Shiri-li's green eyes gaped open with a scare... Fang, her light-furred
good-looking dog was standing on the fur covered water bed and was busily
lapping her naked body! Fang! She wanted to shout... No!... But she
suddenly felt paralyzed... Her whole body was wrapped with a pleasant
frailty... She could not move a muscle... She could not move... And Fang
continued...
The long tongue of the handsome dog continued to slowly move across the
supermodel's body with congenial certainty... It moved along her thin,
delicate arms... Over her tanned, muscular abdomen... Around her swan-like
neck... Her erect nipples... Down her tawny long-as-a-dream-come-true
legs...
Suddenly, the loyal dog was moving his tongue in between Shiri-li's
slightly opened legs. No! Shiri-li wanted to stand up and foil this
amorous scheme concocted by her faithful dog. No!, But Fang, expecting
this, swiftly turned around and with his powerful, muscular paws, have
grounded the rebelling glamour girl to the pinkish bed covers...
Shiri-li Aflalo-Klein surrendered... Her legs now spread a little bit more
and Fang's long tongue entered into the secret, neatly shaved valley
hidden between the top model's legs... Slowly, his inquisitive tongue
started to reveal the concealed passions of the model... Shiri-li wanted
to get up... To resist... To stop... But wave after wave of unbearable
shivers swiped her body as her four legged lover was nearing the pearl of
her desire...
The disquisitive canine started to get close to her secret of secrets...
The most joyous place a woman has... Shiri-li felt her old groin injury
throbbing more violently than ever before... Pounding... She felt dizzy...
She felt as if something that was beyond her was taking her over...
Soothing the whole of her... Making her forsake all other thought by the
desire for that touch... That licking... To continue...
Pleasure waved through Shiri-li's body and her green, beautiful eyes were
fogged by pure, holy passion... The agreeable tongue of Fang kept on
pushing further and further into the glamourous pudenda... Uncovering
every secret desire she ever had... Juggling over her love knob... Making
her want... Want... More... More.. 
Suddenly, Aflalo-Klein's whole being was shaken... Across the haze of her
passion the glamorous model felt something else... Something new...
Something exciting... She lifted her legs a little and the giant canine's
tongue penetrated to between her firm buttocks... Licking her pink, virgin
anus with unimaginable tenderness...
"Oh..." A soft sigh escaped the model's beautiful lips as the untiring
tongue passes her other love canal... As if without noticing it she
started to utter soft words of passion...
"Oh, Fang... My Fang..." She uttered as his long tongue rigorously
scanning her soft vulva.
"My sweat dog... Come to me my Fang..." Her sensuous lips muttered as her
lover inserted his long tongue into her opening anus.
"Ah, my glorious dog... You are so handsome and king" she whispered as her
white dog earnestly trying to lick every drop flowing from her love holes.
"Yes... Oh yes..." The model informed her four legged friend as she felt
the wetness clothing her sensitive love button....
Suddenly, Shiri-li Aflalo-Klein experienced something that she has never
ever felt before... Her whole body relaxed... And suddenly went rigid and
tense... Her legs started to shake as if she was stricken by fever and
within her the model felt as if a huge cord suddenly split... Releasing
her totally... Releasing everything... 
Halastro's regular model's consciousness went bland... The muscles along
her shaped body have started to contract as if they had a mind of their
own... Her two love openings started to rhythmically contract too... And
her glamorous face tensed with a line of great hunger that was finally
satisfied....

***

Morning! Shiri-li Aflalo-Klein lay fainted over her bed, embraced by
flea-free arms of her lover... An experience she has never even dreamed of
has befallen her... And suddenly, her body and tempestuous mind was
flooded by many thoughts... What have I done? Have I succumbed to
anomalous passions? Have I lost my mind completely?


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