Vintage Keliana (with story)

[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.

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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.

[smc]

the story, continued ...

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?"

to be continued …

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

[smc]

the story, continued ...

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.

to be continued …

[smc]

the story, continued ?

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.

* * *

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.

* * *

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.

to be continued ?

[shadows]

That's quite the story! It's going to be a novel shortly!

[smc]

the story, continued ?

The day has come for my departure to Europe. I spend the day putting my room in order and doing the last bit of packing. My sister and mom are both at work, but are leaving early to have dinner with me and then take me to the airport for my overnight flight to Frankfurt. There is one particular task I must complete before they arrive home. I have decided that I can take only one of my Keliana magazines on the trip, both to encourage me to find more in the foreign lands and to allow plenty of room for bringing them back with me. Making the selection, it turns out, is not so easy.

This is going to require some very careful consideration. I spend a good amount of time thinking about the criteria I should use, but then I decide that I am wasting valuable time. Why let my brain get in the way of trying to answer what my cock and ass will surely know, and tell me quite readily? For this, I will need more room than the confines of my room.

With my mom and sister gone for the day, I decide that the living room will be my venue. I close all the shades and lock the door to the house. I take my ten Keliana magazines and place them strategically around the room. One is propped upon the easy chair, open to the Keliana spread. Three adorn the sofa, one with the cover visible and the other two open to Keliana. On the top of the piano, I create an erotic array of three more. Two claim the coffee table as their place of honor, and for the last two I bring in chairs from the dining room. Everywhere I turn, there is Keliana: her soft, silky, scrumptious legs; her enticing, appetizing ass; her astonishing, beautiful face; her long, extraordinary hair; and, of course, her delectable cock. It is a smorgasbord of Keliana, as if the gods had looked down upon me, seen the hardness in my pants, and decided to reward me with a sumptuous feast.

I run back to my room, strip naked, lube my own hole, and ram the butt plug in as deep as I can. I am as hard as I have ever been, and I being stroking my cock as I walk down the hall to the living room. The moment I enter the room, and see my array of Keliana magazines for the first time from that angle, precum streams from my hard cock. Some falls to the wooden floor, and some glazes my hand. I stroke my cock even harder. I move around the room, looking at the magazines. I have decided that when I cum, the magazine nearest will be the one that gets into my suitcase.

It takes only a few minutes for my cock to make its selection. Hot jizz spurts from me as I furiously pull on my erection, and I make a note to clean up carefully before my mom and sister get home.

* * *

Dinner is uneventful. My mother seems happy to see me go, for some reason. My sister is preoccupied. We finish eating, load up the car, and head for the airport for my overnight flight. When finally it is time to board the plane, my mother hugs me and kisses me, wishes me ?bon voyage? in the worst French accent ever, and reminds me to write to her and to my aunts and uncles who are funding my trip. My sister hugs me and then takes me aside. She reaches into her big shoulder bag and pulls out a small package, wrapped like a birthday present.

?Here, bro, something to keep you occupied on your travels,? she says. ?It?ll keep you company. Don?t open it until you?re on the plane.?

We embrace, and she tells me to have a great time. ?Don?t do anything I wouldn?t do,? she shouts, as I head down the gangway to the plane.

Once we are in the air, I hope to sleep, but I find I cannot close my eyes. The excitement is too great. I?m going to see part of Europe, and I?m going to look for Keliana in London. I recall the words of the old gentleman at the adult bookstore: ?Keep your eye on the prize.?

Suddenly, I remember my sister?s gift. I reach into the small bag under the seat in front of me, and pull it out. The middle-aged woman in the seat next to me, who has been drifting in and out of sleep, sees it. ?A going-away present?? she asks.

?Yes, it?s from my sister,? I answer. ?She told me it would help keep me company while I?m away from my family.?

?That?s very sweet,? the lady says.

I rip open the wrapping paper with nary a thought. Out falls ?Sex Inspiration No. 11,? featuring Keliana?s butt on the cover. Drool falls from my mouth. My cock springs to attention. The woman in the seat next to me screams.

to be continued ?