Vintage Keliana (with story)

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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.

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the story, continued ...

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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