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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 ...