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Girlfun: Kirsten Dunst and Gwyneth Paltrow
by False Face (no address provided)
***
The year is 1997, and Gwyneth Paltrow is hosting the
budding teen starlet Kirsten Dunst. Gwyneth reflects
on her own childhood lesbian experiences in her
fantasies, and cannot resist the opportunity to both
relive them and play the teacher with her younger
friend. (Ff, ped, 1st-lesbian-expr, celeb-parody)
***
This story is fictional fantasy and is not meant to
imply anything about the actual sexual proclivities of
any famous persons. Creative liberties were taken
galore (including ignoring the fact that Kirsten
Dunst's nickname is "Kiki" because I have no desire to
type "Kiki" over and over again).
The year was 1997, and Gwyneth Paltrow and Brad Pitt
had been hosting 15-year-old starlet at their Malibu
mansion. Brad was unexpectedly for a few days-worth of
reshoots. "Don't worry Brad," Gwyneth said. "We girls
won't gossip about you too much."
Gwyneth sensed that Brad had a bit of a crush on his
youthful former co-star, that he probably entertained
fantasies of helping awaken the innocent young virgin
into her blossoming sexuality. They had been having
some pretty good sex while Kirsten was visiting, and
she knew what was going through her head as they
fucked. But did he have any suspicion of what was
going through hers?
Girlfun. The very word still made her pussy tingle.
She and her teenaged girlfriends whispered to each
other and giggled. It sounded innocent, and maybe it
was in the beginning. Gentle kisses, cuddles, soft
touches, hands going to sensitive places. But as the
years went by, things became a lot less innocent. What
a wonderful way to awaken to the potential of
sexuality! Girls sharing each other's bodies, with
never a hint of shame.
How many girls did she spend time with in her teen
years? Five? Six? In the later years, before high
school ended, they were often several at a time. Only
one thing was missing.
An older woman.
She and her friends used to whisper about finding an
older woman, maybe one of their sexier teachers, to
help them along. They used to talk about it as they
stroked each other's pussies and share passionate
kisses. They would wear short skirts and lure her,
seduce her, make her theirs, and get her to use all of
her experience to teach them all the sex tricks they
need to know.
Well, it never happened. They never dared. She never
had the experience of being introduced to sex by an
older woman.
But could Kirsten?
It was their evening in the hot tub that put them over
the top. Who could resist that trim figure, so
delicately purchased between girlhood and womanhood,
that honey hair? And she was such a delightful girl
too, smart and personable and with the cutest of
smiles and such fetching dimples. A big star in the
making, and a hugely desirable woman, too, and in a
swim suit that clung to her developing body, Gwyneth
noticed something that made her make her decision.
As much as Gwyneth couldn't keep her eyes off Kirsten,
Kirsten couldn't keep her eyes of Gwyneth. And why
not? More than a movie star, she was a stately beauty,
long-limbed and smooth skinned. The whole world loved
her. And when Gwyneth felt Kirsten's eyes all over
her, and caught that look of confused young lust, she
kept it needed to happen.
"So Kirsten," asked Gwyneth, sitting across from her
in the hot tub. "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No," giggled Kirsten. "Nobody asks me out."
"Of course the silly boys don't... the prettiest girls
never get asked out."
Kirsten smiled modestly. "I guess not..."
"Do you have a crush on anyone?" Gwyneth asked. Before
Kirsten could even finish, she asked, "Is it Brad?"
This really made Kirsten giggle. "Oh no, I think of
him like a brother."
"Pretty hunky brother," said Gwyneth. "If he were my
brother... I guess I'd still be fucking him!"
Kirsten laughed, uncomfortable, excited. She was
obviously surprised to see the overtly cultured and
prim Gwyneth Paltrow use such language.
"But seriously," asked Gwyneth, "have you been with a
boy yet?"
"I guess not," said Kirsten.
"How about a girl?"
This really set Kirsten off laughing, but she changed
the subject quickly, and Gwyneth decided to leave it
for then, though she would have loved to have ravished
Kirsten right then and there, melting into her in the
hot tub, invading her little tits and untouched pussy.
She bet that Kirsten would not resist either. But she
decided to wait for another time.
She spent that night in bed teasing her pussy, making
her plans, coming again and again. She did not attempt
to hide her moans, hoping Kirsten might hear.
They next day, as they sat together on a white couch,
Gwyneth told her about the screenplay she was reading
for Shakespeare in Love, and how great it was, but she
was intimidated by the nude scenes. She had done
several already, but these were obviously the most
intense. "I really wonder if I should do it."
Kirsten was a little flustered and giggled. "Do you
mind being seen naked?"
"I minded those Playgirl magazine shots!" she cried.
Kirsten didn't seem what she meant. "A couple of years
ago, some damned paparazzi got some shots of Brad and
me at a resort. We were... naked."
Kirsten visibly blushed. She obviously knew nothing
about this.
"Let me show you," Gwyneth said.
"You kept it!" cried Kirsten.
"You don't throw away something like this." She went
to a nearby cabinet and got the issue. She opened it
to the pages and laid it down on the coffee table in
front of them. And then the two of them were looking
down on pictures of Gwyneth and Brad Pitt, stark
naked. It showcased Gwyneth's hairy pussy and Brad's
uncircumcised cock.
She studied Kirsten's face, a mask of embarrassment
and desire.
"Yeah, some paparazzo got us at this cabin we were
staying at. No idea about it till later. We were
furious when it happened, and managed to get the
issues pulled. But plenty still got out there. At
least we both look good in these pictures – Brad
especially!"
Kirsten giggled loudly. Here she was, staring at Brad
Pitt's cock! Not to mention Gwyneth's own tight, naked
body and small but fetching tits.
"In time, we learned to laugh it off. In fact, it's a
little bit exciting. All those people looking at our
bodies. Kind of a thrill?"
Kirsten looked amazed to hear Gwyneth talk like that.
"I guess Brad and I have a bit of exhibitionist in us.
I mean, why do you think we like to walk around naked?
That is, when we think we're naked. The pictures came
out, and we felt violated at first, but the more we
thought about it, the more it got us... kind of hot."
She saw a little shiver run through Kirsten and knew
the time was right.
"What about you, honey?" asked Gwyneth,
surreptitiously placing a hand on Kirsten's shoulders.
"Did you think you'll show that body of yours to the
world some day? You know that once you turn 18, you'll
get offers."
"I don't... I don't know..." said Kirsten.
"All the boys will be so happy to see you naked...
what about that People Most Beautiful shot of yours?"
She thought back on the coquettish little girl looking
out from that image. "Do you think some boys out there
are buying that magazine and hiding it until their
mattresses? I mean you looked so sweet and adorable in
it."
"Yes, but I don't think..."
"Oh take it from me – there were some boys out there
giving themselves wonderful pleasures over it,
thinking about your body. And probably more than a few
of the girls too!"
Now Kirsten's jaw literally dropped. The moment to
strike was right.
"Have you and your friends ever played around a little
bit?" Gwyneth asked. "Your cheerleader friends?"
"N... no."
"That's a shame. Nothing more natural than young girls
exploring each other's bodies growing up. My friends
and I: we called it girlfun. We could get each other
excited just by saying the word: 'girlfun.' In fact, I
still can."
Kirsten said, "But I'm not..."
"A lesbian? Neither am I! But I did make some
wonderful memories with some female friends when I was
your age. Look... it's no big deal. Just some fun." At
that she pulled her shirt off and cast it aside. She
wore no bra. Her lovely breasts were exposed to the
teenager. "Isn't this a better look at them than you
get in the pictures?"
Kirsten trembled. "Gwen, I don't know what... I don't
know..."
"You can't fool me, my lovely. I know what it was like
to be a young girl. All young girls are fascinated by
breasts. When I was your age, if I had a grown woman's
breasts to look at and play with, it'd have been like
winning the Oscar."
She reached up and cupped her small tits, caressing
them, squeezing them. Her nipples were already hard.
She cupped them, holding them out as if as an
offering.
"It's okay honey. You're safe. There's nobody here but
us girls."
A nervous smile crossed Kirsten's lips as she reached
out and tentatively touched Gwyneth's breasts, sending
a line of pleasure right to her pussy, which was
soaking through her shorts. Gwyneth leaned back on the
couch and bade Kirsten to crouch beside her. "They're
yours baby. Play with them. Play with them play with
them play with them..."
As Kirsten got more into it, she lavished more and
more attention onto Gwyneth's pretty breasts,
squeezing, rubbing, feeling their weight. She closed
her eyes and went back into her past, when she and her
friends could spend hours doing this and lose all
track of time.
She whispered, "You can use your mouth, honey."
Kirsten looked up at her, nervous but excited, and
Gwyneth smiled lustily. Then the teen's mouth was upon
her, kissing and sucking her excited nipples. She was
impressed to see her young charge taking going at it
with such eagerness. She cooed and praised Kirsten
with soft words... "feels great... keep going...
you're so beautiful." Meanwhile, her hands gently
stroked Kirsten's back and sides, lighting touching,
travelling. Occasionally Kirsten would break her mouth
from Gwyneth's tits and look up at the beautiful older
woman's face; Gwyneth drew her in for a quick kiss and
then returned her to her suckling.
Gwyneth had held herself back too long. She slipped
her hand into her shorts and worked on her clit,
timing it with Kirsten's enthusiastic sucks, even as
her other hand tangled in Kirsten's blond hair. She
moaned louder, and though Kirsten was obviously
scared, she was excited too. Gwyneth's rhythms
quickened and at last she knew the moment had come and
she shrieked: "Suck my tits you lovely little girl!
Help me come!" She trembled and cried, and almost
blacked out as the orgasm washed over.
When she returned to earth, Kirsten was looking at
her, a distressed look on her face. Gwyneth smiled.
"Sorry if I scared you, honey. That was sooo nice. You
helped me cum, honey. You helped me cum." Still
glowing and beaming from her orgasm, she brought her
hand up from her pussy, and almost by instinct, she
extended a honey-soaked finger to Kirsten. The teen
hesitated only a second before sticking out a pink
tongue to lick it, and then closed her mouth around
it.
"Oh god, you're such a hot little girl," Gwyneth told
her as she fellated her finger. "No wonder Brad has
the hots for you."
At that, Kirsten reared back in shock. Gwyneth
wondered if she had gone too far, this time.
"I'm sure of it. Even back when you were filming
Interview; oh he wouldn't have done anything
inappropriate, he's a gentleman that way. But in his
mind – you wouldn't need to be a pedophile to get a
crush on you, my dear. And it's not too late."
"For what?"
"Well, are you a virgin?"
Kirsten shrugged. "I guess so."
"You can lose it to Brad."
Kirsten breathed heavily.
"If you don't want to, you don't have to. It's what
you want. But bear in mind, you can have this."
Gwyneth snatched up the magazine in front of her and
indicated Brad's muscled body. "And this..." she
pointed to the long cock hanging between his legs.
Kirsten giggled nervously, sweetly. "I don't know..."
"Did you enjoy what we just did?" asked Gwyneth.
"Yes!" cried Kirsten, her voice a mess of conflicting
emotions. "Definitely, yes!"
"Then for the rest of the time we are together, we
can, if you want, continue to play. More girlfun."
Kirsten giggled, but nodded.
"And then, when Brad arrives... well you can decide.
You can lose your virginity to the world's biggest
movie star. Or you can hold it, maybe give it to some
boy your age. No need to decide right now, but
remember: it'd be the three of us."
"Really?" asked Kirsten.
"Oh yes! Brad making love to sweet beautiful young
virgin Kirsten Dunst – that's not a spectacle I'd
miss. See, Brad and I love each other but we
occasionally have other women in our bed. Your friend
Winona Ryder, for instance."
"What? Winona?"
"Yes!" said Gwyneth. "She's an old friend, and a great
lover too. Sometimes she comes over when Brad isn't
here and we have some great fun together. Let off some
steam, just us girls."
"I can't believe that, Winona seems so..."
"Repressed? It's kind of an act. She's a passionate,
kinky, complex woman. And partial to younger girls
too. I don't know if I should tell you this, but on
the set of Little Women she and Claire Danes..."
"Claire!" cried Kirsten of her co-star.
"They had a few cozy nights in Winona's trailer, I am
told." In fact, Winona was frustrated that she didn't
make it farther than convincing the willowy young
beauty to watch some erotica with her and share some
masturbating. Claire didn't want to Winona touch her,
so even though Winona related some hot tales of the
moans they shared and the trailer filling up with the
smell of teen pussy, Gwyneth knew she wanted to do a
lot more with Claire than that, but the teen was too
straight. I've already made it farther with Kirsten!
Gwyneth thought with a thrill.
"So you haven't played with any boy or girl before
today?" asked Gwyneth of Kirsten. "Not even a kiss?"
"Well," said Kirsten, "not a French kiss."
"So you gave an older woman some excellent titlove
before you had a French kiss? Well, it's time to
remedy that." She grasped Kirsten in her arms and
bought their lips together, snaking her tongue into
the young star's mouth. She was impressed with how
clean and fresh it felt inside, Kirsten was obviously
shocked and took a moment to go along with it, but
then gave up her tongue eagerly. What a trooper! Their
tongues wrestled and played.
When they broke their kiss, Gwyneth felt the girl's
heart pounding but she looked thrilled.
"Kirsten," she said. "I'm going to get you naked. I'm
going to suck your tits and touch you all over. And
then I'm going to do my darnedest to make you cum. Do
you have any objection?"
Kirsten's eyes lit up with lust, and she shook her
head slightly.
"Then let's get to it." She reached out and gave
Kirsten's shirt a playful tug and then helped her take
it off. Unlike Gwyneth, Kirsten was wearing a bra, a
delicate and lacy affair that cradled her small
handfuls. It was a shame to take this off so quickly,
Gwyneth decided, so she ran her fingers over the silk,
feeling its softness, seeing baby nipples beginning to
poke through from within.
"Mine aren't very big," Kirsten sighed.
"Neither are mine!" Gwyneth said, reaching back to cup
her breasts momentarily. "Yours will be bigger than
mine when you finish developing, mark my words." At
that, she reached behind Kirsten and undid the bra,
freeing her little beauties.
Gwyneth cooed and fawned over them: the little
nipples' pink hue was so delicate and tempting, she
wondered if Kirsten would consent to some photographs.
They would not last like this together, these delicate
nubs straining for touch. Gwyneth caressed them, ran
her palms and fingers over them, felt the nipples
stiffened, and then blessed them with her mouth. As
she felt Kirsten's body tense and listened to her
gentle moans, she knew this girl had sensitive
nipples, indeed.
Their pace was not hurried. Gwyneth lavished attention
on the exposed breasts and the rest of Kirsten's naked
skin, her hands and mouth wandering wherever she
liked. Occasionally the girls kissed, and Gwyneth
playfully pressed her larger breasts and their adult
nipples against Kirsten's girlish, developing one –
"introducing them," she called it. Kirsten and Gwyneth
giggled and kissed and cuddled and laughed. They were
two girls playing, unashamed; the distinction being
that they were two gorgeous movie stars and that there
was a decade separating them in terms of age.
"Don't you like girlfun?" asked Gwyneth at one point
between hot little kisses.
"I believe I do!" Kirsten cried, and Gwyneth knew she
had awakened something in her. It would not shock her
at all if her next move would be to draw some of her
little friends into her confidence and share some of
her new secrets.
Gwyneth kissed down Kirsten's neck, tongue-bathed each
breast and then kissed downwards, stopping to dab her
tongue in Gwyneth's navel and getting a delightful
giggle as a reward. Now it was time for the final
frontier. She shimmied down Kirsten's shorts and then
only her plain cotton panties, stained at the crotch
with excited the feminine wetness the scent of which
filled the air – Kirsten must be one wet girl, she
thought! – separated her from her prize.
Hesitating a moment, Gwyneth looked up at Kirsten and
searched her face for even the slightest hint of
hesitation. Instead, she saw one seriously horny
little girl, topless and panting and beside herself
with lust, and fairly begging for what will happen
next. So Gwyneth felt nothing but satisfaction when
she pulled those panties down and watched Kirsten
spread her legs.
"It's such a beauty!" Gwyneth said. "A bare little
beauty!" It was actually not quite bare, but the
little blonde wisps of hair were traceless,
decorative. Kirsten's pussy had pale pink lips and
looked clean and fresh, and smelled like spring even
as it oozed a clear stream of girlie-juice. Taking an
initiative that surprised Gwyneth, she reached down
and pulled her lips apart. "Look at my clit, Gwen,"
she said as the tiny little bud poked free. "It's hard
and excited." Kirsten ran a trembling finger over it
and shuddered.
"You little minx, you're not the innocent you pretend
to be!"
Kirsten smiled naughtily, a look that broke Gwyneth's
heart and made her pussy throb. Put that look on the
screen and the little babe would have boys and men
popping boners in movie theatres worldwide.
"Well," said Gwyneth, "it's so much better to let a
friend do it." Probing hands went out, one finger
replacing Kirsten's on her clit while the other slid
right into her pussy, easily accepting it with all of
its wetness. She hooked her finger upwards, and soon
replaced the finger on Kirsten's clit with her tongue.
She ate from her, lapped up all the moisture and set
the girl into a cooing frenzy. In time, Kirsten let
out a moan to rock the foundations, and Gwyneth
hastened her tongue. The excited girl did not last
long under the older woman's skillful ministrations,
cumming hard, and leaving behind a hot, sweaty girl
for Gwyneth to cuddle.
"I never came like that before," moaned Kirsten as she
and Gwyneth held each other close. "So much better
than my hand."
"Oh, my little baby," said Gwyneth. "There'll be
plenty more where that came from."
Suddenly something came over here and she stood
Kirsten, stretching out on the couch in the haze of
orgasm, satisfied but still ready for more. For an
instant, Gwyneth imagined Kirsten's flat tummy and
small tits pelted by Brad's cum, and she imagined
licking it off and feeding it to Kirsten... but she
pushed it out of her mind. For now, the girl was hers
and hers only.
Gwyneth was still wearing her panties, though that was
all, and there was a mighty spot of wetness marking
her scotch. Standing there, breasts bared before her
young lover, she suddenly felt wonderfully powerful.
For a long time the two of them stayed in this
position, Gwyneth standing and Kirsten lying there,
just looking at each other, and then Kirsten reached
her hand out and ran a surreptitious finger over the
outside of her mentor's panties.
In response, Gwyneth reached down and lowered them.
She felt proud of her pubes and was really glad that
she had not had a waxing done in some time. As she
felt Kirsten's eyes on her hairy vagina, she felt like
a primal figure of womanliness, and she spread her
legs a bit more. Girlcum dripped.
"It's my pussy, Kirsten," she said, and felt a thrill
of power and passion run through her. "And it's for
you." She saw the look of lust and wonder on Kirsten's
face and knew that their time together had only begun.
*
The next few days, the two lovers were rarely
separated, and the house was full of the sounds and
smells of girlfun. In time, Kirsten got to return the
favour and use her mouth on Gwyneth. Her eagerness and
her willingness to take instruction led to a
thunderous orgasm and a mouthful of tasty cum for
Kirsten. Gwyneth brought out her dildos and showed
them off for Kirsten, who tried a few of the smaller
ones in her own little pussy. Gwyneth regretted not
having a strap-on; she was not very experienced with
them but had been on the receiving end when Winona
brought one. The idea of Kirsten wearing one, a huge
black cock jutting out from her tiny frame, filled her
with excitement.
She contemplated inviting Winona Ryder over, but she
didn't quite want to share her toy yet. Of course they
spoke of Brad, and they made their plans. Gwyneth
played the man in some of their role plays and she
told her young charge what she needed to know to
please a man.
They watched a lot of porn together while lying in
bed, gently stroking each other's breasts and pussies
as the mood struck them. It was mostly male-female
stuff they watched. Gwyneth rhapsodized about how good
a cock feels and gave her little pupil some tips. She
was not raising a little lesbian here, she knew.
Kirsten liked boys. But she liked girl too, or at
least she liked Gwyneth.
As the days went by, Gwyneth realized how many levels
she was enjoying herself on. On one hand, it was
nostalgic – reliving her girlfun days with all those
pretty young girls, and letting her play a giggling,
unspoiled adolescent again. But at the same time, she
was an adult and Kirsten was her conquest. She found
she got off on the idea of ushering this sweet,
untouched young star into sexual maturity. A few days
in she visited an aesthetician and got a Brazilian.
Kirsten thought it was funny (and sexy) that her older
mentor suddenly had a smoother pussy than hers, and
Gwyneth found it enabled her retreat to the years of
her sexual awakening. "Now I'm a little girl like
you!" she said, and they both giggled. They had some
fun rubbing them together.
At one point, while Kirsten was in the bath, Gwyneth
made her way in and plunked herself on the toilet to
pee. The moment the urine hit the water, Gwyneth saw a
look of surprise and lust cross Kirsten's face that
was very special, like the look of somebody becoming
acquainted with one of their own turn-ons for the
first time. She wondered if Kirsten might be
interested in some pee-play, but that seemed a bit
advanced for now.
The two of them fell asleep each night cuddling
together. Gwyneth felt a rosy glow because she knew
Kirsten would forever more feel her first sexual
experiences were positive, safe and warm. Despite the
enthusiasm Kirsten displayed, Gwyneth doubted very
much that she would grow up to be a lesbian. She was
fairly convinced, however, that she would grow up to
be a kinky chick very much in touch with her
sexuality. All the better for the boys and girls who
crossed her path!
*
Brad arrived home. Gwyneth left a note; take a shower
and then come up to the bedroom. He wondered what
Gwyneth had planned, but did not suspect the truth. He
showered in the downstairs basement and then walked up
the stairs buck naked, knocking on the door to make
sure Gwyneth knew he was there.
"Come in, Brad!" came his ladylove's voice, the same
seductive tone he had heard a thousand times but which
never failed to arouse him. "I have a treat for you!"
Brad opened the door. Standing in the center of the
room was Kirsten Dunst. She wore nothing but a nervous
smile and a red ribbon tied over her belly, with a big
bow on it.
"Here's your present!" said Gwyneth. She was standing
behind Kirsten, also completely naked, her hands on
her young charge's shoulders.
Brad ate up the visage of Kirsten: her small, pink-
tipped tits, her smooth teenaged skin, and a nearly
hairless little pussy. His cock began to harden, and
in record time it attained its full length and girth.
"Hi Brad," said Kirsten, a bit shyly. "Welcome home."
"Hi Kristen," he said, and took a few steps closer to
her. Kirsten stepped forward and kneeled, planting a
little kiss on Brad's cockhead and then opening her
mouth to close it around the tip. Gwyneth stepped up
and put her hand on Kirsten's head, guiding her into a
slow, smooth rhythm.
With her other hand, Gwyneth ran her hand over Brad's
abs, and kissed him passionately. His hand went down
to caress her breasts and body.
"Just what have you two girls been up to?" he asked
when they broke their kiss.
"Oh, I don't know," said Gwyneth with a smile,
tangling her hand in Kirsten's golden hair as she
bobbed up and down Brad's cock. "Girlfun."
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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