Vintage Keliana (with story)

[shadows]

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

I look forward to seeing more pictures of her!

[smc]

Originally Posted by shadows

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

I look forward to seeing more pictures of her!

Indeed! Beautiful and sexy. Let's hope she graces the covers of more magazines.

[smc]

Ask and ye shall receive.

Continuing my saga of the young boy (me; see post 1), I return to the bookstore and ask for more. The proprietor, sensing my urgency, quickly shows me the new issues of "Delicious Desires," the cover of which is graced by the girl of my dreams on the bed, looking right at me, her left hand seeming to pat the bed by her side as if to say, "Join me." Again, I quickly flip through the pages to find the complete photo spread, nearly ripping the magazine apart in my lust.

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By now, I have become completely hooked. My mind is consumed with Keliana. I anxiously rush home each day, stopping at the bookstore for more, only to discover that nothing new has arrived. My copies of "Transexual Climax 7" and "Delicious Desires" are beginning to come apart at the bindings, because they have been abused by my manic flipping of the pages and by finding themselves beneath me as I pleasure myself and hump the pillows on my bed, dreaming of Keliana. And then, one day, there is a new magazine at the bookstore. I rush home with my new copy of "TV Confessions," with Keliana and her delicious cock proudly erect on the cover. As I ride the bus home, I am afraid to open the magazine and look at the rest of Keliana's spread, for fear of cumming in my pants.

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As the bus nears the stop by my home, I realize that standing up will reveal what Keliana has done to me. My cock is as hard as hers on the cover of the magazine. As bus comes to a halt, my face reddens. I stand up and try to hide my raging hardon by covering my crotch with the plain bag that holds "TV Confessions." As I walk to the front door, ready to step off the bus, the magazine falls from the bag, with Keliana's picture facing down and the back cover showing. Fortunately, the back cover is non-descript, with a mundane advertisement. But as a middle-aged woman reaches down to pick it up for me before I can do it myself, she turns the magazine over to hand it to me. She lets out a gasp, and I feel my cock leak in my pants.

I grab the magazine, exit the bus, and run to my house. Cum is leaking in my pants. I run into the house, yell hello to my mom, and rush upstairs to my bedroom. Already, I am hard again. My cock is sticky, but I don't care. I stroke it furiously while I turn through the pages looking for the Keliana story. And there it is: a story with pictures, "Shopping for Heels." Keliana is in a shoe store, and she is attracting the attention of a certain Mr. Polo.

I look at the pictures and read the story of the shoe store again and again, until it is burned into my brain. Then I lie back, rub my cock as if my very survival depends upon it, and shoot a huge load. In my imagination, Keliana tells me to cum all over her red dress, right there in the shoe store.

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[smc]

If you like this thread and would like to make suggestions for where the story goes, please PM me or post here in the thread. Keliana and I are having a great time working together to create this, and I would love to consider your ideas.

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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.

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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.

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[ila]

Originally Posted by shadows

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

I look forward to seeing more pictures of her!

Yes, Keliana is a beautiful, sexy, desirable woman. 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.

[shadows]

Originally Posted by ila

Yes, Keliana is a beautiful, sexy, desirable woman. 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]

smc,great Keliana storyI loved that first pic with her wearing that black corset and stockingand 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.

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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?"

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[Fantasex 76]

Now that's a Kelianapic if there ever was one in black pantyhose with an erection.

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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.

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[smc]

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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.

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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.

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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.

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