Vintage Keliana (with story)

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Originally Posted by skin75

It would be so great to read more of this story line and the pastiche covers with Keliana. They look so good.

Thank you. There are two more parts of this story to come, and one of them will be posted this weekend.

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the story, continued ?

The next morning I wake up to the sound of pounding on the door of my room. I don?t remember going to sleep, only the end of our meal the night before and my utter exhaustion. My elderly friend had said that today would be a ?big day,? and as I climb out of bed I am grateful for the rest.

?Come in,? I call.

He enters and tells me that it is 6 am and that I need to shower and leave soon. I have a complicated trip on the tube to Bounds Green, and when I come up from the station I will have to ?find my way.?

I look confused.

?Don?t worry, my friend,? he says. ?Remember you are after Keliana, and remember about finding her in a park.?

After my shower, we eat a quick breakfast in silence. Then he walks me to the tube station. As I begin to head down the stairs, he grabs my shoulder and stops me.

?Be prepared for anything,? he admonishes. ?Everything has its purpose, and great will be the reward.?

We part company.

* *

When I finally arrive at Bounds Green, I exit onto the street and look around. There is no park visible, and a park is where I believe I?m supposed to be. I see a young man and go to ask him. He is reading the plaque at the station that memorializes those who died in the German air raid back in October 1940, and I am embarrassed that the thought of Germany makes me think of my experiences with Grete, Teodora, and Marlene.

?Are you okay, chap?? he asks, looking at me from head to toe and undoubtedly noticing that there is a big bulge in my pants. ?Get of on the Luftwaffe, do you??

I feel myself turn beet red, and somehow summon the courage to ask for directions. ?Is there a park nearby??

He chuckles, probably thinking I?m some kind of pervert who wants to go do some wanking in the park. I laugh to myself at the word the Brits use for jacking off.

?Do you mean Bowes Park?? he asks.

?Sure,? I answer, assuming that must be it.

He gives me directions, and I walk into a neighborhood full of shops. It dawns on me rather quickly that ?park? is part of the area?s name, and that it?s not an actual park like the ones on some of Keliana?s magazine covers. I pop into one of the shops and ask if there?s a ?proper park? around. The shopkeeper laughs at my use of ?proper? with my American accent, but suggests I might be looking for Bluebell Wood.

?It doesn?t have ?park? in the name,? he says, ?but it?s certainly ?proper?.?

I feel mocked, but I take his directions.

Some time later, I arrive at the end of Winton Avenue and come to a small park. There are a lot of people walking their dogs. It?s now late morning.

Entering Bluebell Wood, I wander around rather aimlessly, looking for the park bench I remember from one of Keliana?s photo shoots. Having no luck, I begin to think I?m in the wrong place, and then I realize that I?ve strayed into a rather unoccupied portion of the Wood. Suddenly, just as I feel a presence behind me, I am grabbed and blindfolded, and then my hands are bound behind my back. A woman?s voice speaks, but it is not Keliana. It sounds as if it is being deliberately disguised.

?Relax and let me guide you,? she says. ?We will be there soon.?

We walk for a couple of minutes in silence. Then she pushes me down to my knees and takes off the blindfold. There is a small hut -- it seems to be rather makeshift -- and a hole, through which a cock suddenly pokes.

?Will you suck this cock?? the woman asks me, standing behind me so I cannot see her.

?Who is it?? I ask.

?Does it matter?? is her reply. ?Are you not a cumslut??

?I like girls,? I say. This is not going as I expected, but then I look more closely at the cock and decide that it could be Keliana?s. I hear a muffled laugh from within the small hut, definitely the sound of a woman.

?Time is running out,? my captor says. ?Will you suck this cock??

Rather than answer her, I take it in my mouth. It grows a bit harder as I lick as far down as I can on the shaft -- the set-up makes it rather difficult -- and kiss and suck the head of this stranger?s cock that I have decided must be Keliana?s. Everything about it is exquisite: the feel in my mouth, the taste, the aroma it gives off. It?s true: I have become a cock addict.

?I could do much better if you?d untie my hands,? I say to my captor.

?Just keep sucking,? she barks back.

I do, and soon I can sense and feel all the indications that I am about to get a load of delicious cum. I begin to suck in earnest, taking as much of the shaft into my mouth as I can and swirling my tongue around the ridge and the tip to maximize Keliana?s pleasure. Suddenly, I can feel her tense up and then the cum starts streaming into my mouth and down my throat. As I hungrily try to keep up with what seems like an enormous amount for someone so small, at least compared to other girls I?ve sucked, I hear a man?s grunt of satisfaction. And then I hear the muffled laugh again.

Now I?m not sure who I sucked off. Did I just blow a man?

With cum dripping from my mouth, my captor pulls me up by one arm and turns me around. It is D?sir?e. She smiles and kisses me, making a point of swirling her tongue around to taste what cum is left.

As we break from our kiss, and I begin to form my first words to her, she puts her hand over my mouth and says, ?Is it Keliana?s? The cum??

I look at her for a clue to the answer. Everything about sucking that cock was wonderful except for the grunting man at the end. I feel as if my future hangs on getting the answer to this question right.

?It is a simple question, love.? D?sir?e smiles and reminds me of why I cannot resist her.

After a moment, I give my answer: ?No.?

?How can you be so sure?? asks D?sir?e. ?Or are you simply taking a chance on one of two answers.?

?I am positive,? I say.

?And so, how are you positive.?

?Because I feel as if I got a mouthful and belly full of cum, and it tastes good -- I guess I am a cumslut -- but I don?t feel Keliana inside of me.?

Inside the makeshift hut, I hear the woman?s muffled laugh again.

* *

D?sir?e accompanies me back to the tube, but will answer no questions about Keliana, the rest of my test, the rest of my quest, or even the rest of the day. When we arrive near the flat at which I?m staying, she directs me to a small magazine shop. In the back, there is a small selection of adult erotica.

D?sir?e picks one out from the racks, where the magazines seem to be in completely random order. It is ?Teacher?s Pet!,? and features Keliana on the cover. She is wearing a sleeveless white top and nothing below the waist. She looks absolutely delectable.

?Let?s take this one,? D?sir?e says.

We walk to the front of the shop to pay. When I hand the magazine to the shopkeeper, he takes one look and says, ?Are you sure you want this??

?Why not?? I say, a bit embarrassed but mostly bemused.

?You like girly magazines, then, do you?? he asks.

I stare at him. ?How much??

?You know that?s not a girl, right?? he says, mockingly.

?She?s a girl,? I reply.

?Look at that,? he says, pointing to what looks like a slit in Keliana?s skin just below her right hand. ?You know that?s not a fanny, right??

?Of course, it?s not,? I bark, beginning to get angry. D?sir?e whispers in my ear that ?fanny? is a slang word some Brits use for vagina.

?Huh?? I am really confused.

?That?s some kind of pooftah magazine,? the shopkeeper says. ?You need to go back and get yourself a real girly magazine.?

This incenses me. I begin to shout while I throw down probably more money than the magazine costs. ?You know nothing,? I scream. ?Keliana is all woman. You should be so lucky as to have a woman like her. Do you think a fanny is all it takes to be a woman?? I surprise myself by using the British slang I had just learned.

The shopkeeper simply laughs. I take D?sir?e by the arm and storm out of the shop with my newest Keliana pictures.

As we walk back to the flat, I notice that D?sir?e seems to be paying attention to something behind us. I decide to turn around and look, and I notice a woman walking about 20 yards behind us, with sunglasses on. I think it?s Keliana. She smiles and gives me a little bow. Then she disappears down a sidestreet.

* *

As soon as we arrive back at the elderly gentleman?s house, he asks how the day went. Before I can answer, D?sir?e speaks.

?He did even better with the shopkeeper than we could have ever expected.?

I clutch my copy of "Teacher's Pet!" I cannot wait to see what other treasures lie within.

to be continued ...

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Thanks to those of you who have written to me asking when the story will be finished. I have been putting it off, not wanting to end it because of the tremendous enjoyment it has given me to write it, but now Keliana has asked me to wait. She promises me some "new inspiration," and I am sure it will be worth the delay!

[bigjoe]

i cant wait!

[baasje43]

SMC,
You are a really gifted wtriter.
I enjoyed to read the whole story.
And all the time you kept me hard.
amazing and very stimulating,
many thanks....!

Baasje

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I am writing the next-to-last installment today. It will be posted soon. Thanks to all of you who have sent me PMs or posted in the thread about how much you're enjoying the story, and for all the encouragement to keep it going.

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the story, continued ?

I have secluded myself in the bedroom, but D?sir?e walks in on me just as my cock begins to shoot the cum I have been coaxing out of it while exploring Keliana?s photo spread in ?Teacher?s Pet!? She yelps gleefully, runs from the door, goes down on her knees, and catches the spray in her mouth just before it?s wasted.

?Mmmm,? she says, ?I hope there will be more for me later. Now come eat dinner.?

After we eat, D?sir?e clears the table and tells me to go wait for her in bed. She never shows.

*

When I awake the next morning, the flat is empty. A note from D?sir?e apologizes for the night before, and says she?ll be gone for a few days. My host has also left some cash and a note asking me to pick up some groceries at a particular market. I?ve definitely learned to follow instructions.

*

A couple of hours after breakfast, I head to the market. I enter and grab one of the quaint wicker baskets in which to carry the groceries. The list has about a dozen items, and the market isquite small. I wonder what I?ll do after this brief distraction. Sit around the flat all afternoon? Why can?t I be with Keliana?

Lost in my thoughts, I knock over an old man. His and my groceries spill out onto the floor. As he curses all young people for their inattention, I bend down to pick things up. Suddenly, I see a woman pass by at the end of the aisle, but only for an instant. Still, her image burns into my brain. She has long brown hair, sunglasses on, and is wearing a tight white blouse with a black sash around her midriff, along with a black skirt. Did I notice two bracelets catch the overhead lights of the market?

I?m sure it?s Keliana. I throw the old man?s groceries into his basket as fast as I can and get back on my feet, running to the end of the aisle in pursuit. She turns up another aisle, glancing back at me briefly. A moment later, I catch up with her. When I touch her shoulder to stop her from walking away, she reaches back and slaps my hand. I am sure I hear a bit of a giggle. Then she turns to me and smiles.

?Keliana?? I ask.

?Finish your shopping!? she says, pointing to my list. Then she links her arm in mine and drags me around the store. I do my best to concentrate on shopping, but I am completely distracted. I take in the look of her and the scent of her. She barely looks at me, but I know she notices. Finally, she marches me to the front of the store and whispers in my ear.

?Pay for your groceries, bring them to the flat, and meet me here in an hour.? She tells me an address not far from the flat and rushes out of the store. I do as I?m told.

*

I try to walk casually to the address I was given, but I find myself speeding up and then slowing down and speeding up again. My heart is racing. My palms are sweaty. I realize that I ran out of the flat without even checking to see how I look. When I arrive at the small building of flats, I don?t know which doorbell to press. A moment later, the woman from the store is standing on the sidewalk, smiling.

?Hello,? she says. She still has on her sunglasses. ?Come with me.? She holds out her hand and I take it. We walk down the blockI feel like I?m walking with my girlfriend. I decide to stop. I look at her and introduce myself.

?I know your name, silly,? she says, and gives me a small kiss on my cheek. Then she pulls me into a small caf?. We sit next to each other, Parisian style.

?Do you want wine or something else?? she asks. My heart is pounding and I can barely speak, probably because she is sitting right next to me. I start to answer, but nothing comes out.

?Calm down,? she says, in a whisper. ?Relax.? She puts her hand on my knee under the table.

?I?ll have ?? I begin to answer, but before I do the waiter comes by and she orders a glass of white wine for herself and a whiskey for me. The waiter walks away.

?Whiskey?? I manage to utter a question.

?I like how it tastes,? she says, deviously, and squeezes my knee with her hand.

Before I can say another thing, the waiter returns. She sips her wine and encourages me to sip my whiskey. We don?t speak. When both of our glasses are half-empty she lifts her hand from my knee, puts both hands on my head, turns me to her, and kisses me. Her tongue pushes my mouth open. She seems to be drinking the life from me, as I feel myself go limp. This must be what swooning feels like, I think, and wonder how I can feel what I thought only girls feel.

With the kiss over, she catches her breath and says, ?Do you like how it tastes??

I nod my head.

?Finish your drink,? she says, in an insistent tone. Then she puts here hand on my knee again, but slowly moves it up until she can run her fingers over my cock, which has gotten hard in my pants from our kiss. I hear her sigh, and I drink up quickly.

?Let?s go,? she says. She pays the waiter and we leave, heading back down to the address on the piece of paper from the market. When we get there, she opens the front door and points up the stairs. I start up ahead of her, until she tells me to stop. When we get to the top floor, there is one door. It has a beautiful ?K? on it, carved in wood. I feel a tiny bit of cum leak out of me.

*

Once inside, she gestures to me to sit on the couch. ?I?ll be back in a minute,? she says, and scurries down a hallway. Then I hear her shout, laughing at her own words. ?I?m going to slip into something a little more comfortable.?

I wait, and begin to look around the flat. I notice a stack of magazines, on top of which is an issue of CUMM International I hadn?t seen before. It features Keliana on the cover, and I realize she is dressed exactly like the woman I am with. Whatever doubt I have -- and there is very little -- dissipates in a moment. My dream has come true.

A few minutes later, she emerges, still with her sunglasses but dressed in a sheer black nightie that barely goes to her knees, and visible black lace panties underneath. She walks to me and takes the magazine from my hand. ?Hi,? she says, ?I?m Keliana. I?ve been dying to meet you.?

With that, she pulls open the top of her nightie. Pebble-size nipples stare out at me. She pulls my head towards her and I suck one and then the other. Then, as I sit on the couch, she climbs onto my lap. My cock is straining in my pants, and she grinds herself against it. I can see her beautiful cock through the sheer and lace material, and my mouth begins to water. My hands roam over her back while my mouth and tongue slide over her chest.

Keliana takes one of my hands from her back and guides it to her cock, encouraging me to take it out from her panties. I begin to stroke it gently, and a small bead of pre-cum forms on the slit. I will not let that go to waste. I rise from my seated position, still holding her, and gently lay her down on the couch. Dropping to my knees, I put my mouth on the end of her cock and lick up the sweet juice that is now flowing from it more profusely.

She moans and bucks her cock into my mouth. I am in heaven.

For just a moment, I want to take in with my eyes what my body is feeling. I pull away and look. Then I reach around her, lying on the couch, and cup her behind. I begin to caress her thighs with my tongue, slowly working my way back to her cock. I make sure to lick and kiss her balls before I get there, which elicits a shudder and, suddenly, a lot more pre-cum swells out of Keliana. I make sure to catch all of it, and quickly kiss her so we can taste it together. Then I go back to her cock, and suck it as if my life depends on it.

Keliana?s cock is smooth and hot. I can feel it pulsate in my mouth as I suck. Suddenly, I take it all in, her entire cock deep in my throat, and she lets out a little yelp. I feel what I?ve been come to know, what I?ve been trained for in every European city I?ve visited on this trip: she is about to give me a drink.

Suddenly, Keliana pulls away from me and pulls me up. ?Fuck me,? she breathes into my ear, and begins to undue my belt.

When she has me fully naked, Keliana pushes me back on the couch and knees down to take my cock in her mouth. She is making it wet before entering her. It feels bigger to me than ever before. I am sure it is a direct result of being with Keliana, a culmination of everything I?ve wanted ever since that day back in the adult bookstore at home.

Those thoughts are interrupted as she climbs back onto my lap and sinks herself onto my cock, her special girl pussy swallowing me like a vise. She begins to bounce up and down as she strokes her own cock and kisses me deeply. This is not going to be a long, romantic fuck. I realize that Keliana wants us to cum quickly.

We keep up this rapid pace of fucking for only a couple of minutes. I feel my cock begin to swell, and I know I?m only moments away from filling her. She can tell, and she quickens the pace of her hand. As my eyes begin to glaze over in anticipation, she smiles at me.

?Cum in me, darling,? she says. ?Cum in me now.?

As my cock begins to explode in her, she cries out and shoots a long string of her cum on my chest. I keep spurting in her, and she keeps bucking and stroking while more and more of her cum covers me. I keep pounding into her, and cumming, and I also scoop up some of her cum in my hand, put it in my mouth, and kiss her.

We collapse like that, a sticky, gooey mess of cum, my cock buried in her, and our mouths stuck together with the result of our fucking. It feels as if an hour goes by before she breaks the silence.

?Tonight, we make love.?

? to be continued