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Making Babies: Britney Spears
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)
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My 1st "Making Babies" entry. A mother wants her
daughter's star to rise faster, so sends her to me
for photo shoots. (M/f, ped, voy, celeb-parody)
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Author's Note: I'm trying out a new series for RU.
The series title is actually misleading. An alternate
take on it could be "Babies Making Babies" since
it'll feature thirteen and fourteen year olds and
mothers think of their daughters at that age as their
babies still, but no one will actually be getting
pregnant, it's just a line I'll be using in the first
"Making Babies" story.
Each story will feature a female celebrity back when
she was "sweet and innocent". That doesn't mean they
will all be virgins, these are just stories before
fame fucked them up.
Each story will actually follow a similar theme: Some
male adult in authority will end up having sex with
the young celebrity. It may seem romantic to the
girl, like love or infatuation, when it's just sex to
the guy but he cares enough for her not to hurt her.
Get it?
First celebrity up is Britney Spears. And the adult
male she is close to will be of a familiar job
description to my Constant Readers. I hope you like
it ~ G]
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I'm a photographer. I mostly do family portraits or
photograph babies or young children, with other rare
requests. I make good money, so I don't feel like I'm
missing out on anything.
One of my rare requests came from a Mrs. Spears. She
had a strong Southern accent and wanted me to do
several photo shoots with her fourteen year old
daughter Britney Jean.
Mrs. Spears went on to tell me her daughter already
had been exposed to a measure of fame and I may have
seen her already. I don't have a family of my own nor
do I have nieces and nephews so I've never seen The
Mickey Mouse Club but I'll take her word for it.
Mrs. Spears went on to say her daughter was destined
for bigger and better things, and these photo shoots
would be a stepping stone for her.
And Mrs. Spears was offering to pay well, not that
the extra money was an inducement to do what I love
to do already.
She dropped her daughter of at our first designated
appointment time, introduced us and left. She had on
blue jeans and a halter top that showed off a bit of
her flat but unmuscled belly. Her hair was dark
blonde and straight, worn with bangs.
"So do you prefer Britney Jean or BJ?" I asked.
She laughed. "I think of girls named BJ as girls who
like to do that naughty thing with their mouths," She
said with a Southern accent not as strong as her
mother's. "I'm not saying I DON'T do that, but I'm
not saying I do either. I just prefer Britney."
"All right, Britney. And I just prefer Jim."
Britney offered me her hand. "Nice to meet you, Jim."
I shook her proffered hand. "It's good to meet you,"
I said sincerely. Britney had good manners and was
very pleasant to be around. And we immediately seemed
to form a bond. We liked the same movies and music, I
was surprised she liked Rock.
I knew she wasn't like most fourteen year olds, not
that I've dealt with many. She was mature for her
age, knew what she wanted.
Britney wanted to be a Pop singer. Sure, she'd do
some "bubble gum" Pop like she was doing now but more
sophisticated, and she do more grown up songs as
well. Britney sang a few lines for me. When she sang
the Southern accent was gone and she had a very sexy,
grown up singing voice. Her mother was right, I could
see her going places.
And she was gorgeous too, even without makeup. I
couldn't help but stare at her often. Britney would
blush and smile, then look away briefly. But I could
tell she liked my fervent glances.
I could tell she was open-minded, and interested in
me. Every chance Britney got, she'd lean up against
me, or if I was sitting down, like showing her the
latest photos from our shoot on my computer, Britney
would lean against me, pressing her already well-
developed breasts into me. I guessed her at a C-cup.
Britney's put her hand on me often, on my knee, my
thigh, on my chest, shoulder or bare arm. And I'd
reciprocate, putting my hand on her bare shoulder a
lot.
And I could tell Britney was made uncomfortable by my
touch.
I finally pushed things way further. We were between
photo sets, Britney was relaxing against a wall in
her usual jeans and a tight, strapless halter top
that showed A LOT of belly and clung to her breasts.
I stood next her on her left and reached across her
chest and cupped her right breast. Britney said
nothing nor did anything.
"You are a very sexy girl," I said softly as I
lightly squeezed her breast. "Someday you'll meet the
right guy, you'll get married, and start making
babies. Lots of babies," I smirked.
"Oh, I love making babies now," Britney smiled,
cuddling against me, slipping her hand down to my
upper thigh. "I mean I'm on the pill, but of love THE
ACT of making babies... I love it a lot."
I slipped my other arm around her and pulled her to
me. "Want to make a baby?" I asked, then kissed
Britney.
She smiled, sliding her hand up to my crotch and
giving it a squeeze. "I was hoping you'd ask. I love
having sex with grown men.
But I don't get the opportunity much," She sighed.
I slid down her halter top exposing her right breast.
Her areolae was large and oval-shaped, a medium born
in color. Britney's hand went to my khakis and had
them open in a flash, my cock out and stroking it. I
was hard quick.
"I'm so wet," Britney whispered. Letting go of my
cock, she undid her jeans and pushed them off with
her red panties.
Her pussy was unshaven, her pubes almost black in
color. So Brit wasn't a natural blonde...
My cock throbbed and my balls ached. I grabbed
Britney by the waist and hoisted her up on a stool.
Spreading her legs, I grabbed my cock and sank it
into her very wet pussy.
Britney groaned, wrapping her arms around my neck.
I grabbed her firm, grown up ass and began to pound
her tight pussy. It kept getting hotter and hotter.
Her groans kept getting louder and louder.
I felt Britney's pussy tighten up more as her body
stiffened. Then she orgasmed hard. She screamed,
throwing back her head.
I roughly kneaded the girl's ass as I kept up my
hyper pace, making Britney shriek and writhe against
me. She held me tight as I pounded her through a
dozen and a half or so orgasms before I pumped my
seed into her thirty minutes later.
We were both covered in sweat. Britney's left breast
had escaped from her top during our fuck, both
glistening with sweat.
"Ohhh..." Britney moaned. "That was the best baby
making session I ever had!"
"I'm hoping we'll have many chances to improve on
that one..." I winked, then kissed Britney.
"Oh, yeah!" Britney moaned. "I want to do it with you
lots and lots of times!"
And that was how I became a very, very happy
photographer...
THE 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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