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Making Babies: Amanda Bynes
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)
***
I hardly know one of my neighbors but she asks me to
watch her daughter then hightails it out of there. I
soon find out why she was in such a hurry to get away
from her daughter. (M/f, ped, 1st, oral, celeb-
parody)
***
I just wanted to say I LOVE and adore Amanda Bynes,
this is a parody and I don't view her like this. I
did research her like I like to do for my celebrity
stories, especially my "When They Were Preteens"
series on KB (now up to twenty "WTWP" stories!) to
make this fictional story feel more realistic.
Again, this is just a parody of Amanda based on the
exaggerations of her life as well as the truths. I
hope you enjoy this story and take it with a grain of
salt ~ G]
***
[1999 Thousand Oaks, California]
There was a knock on my apartment door. Of course I
answered it. There stood one of my apartment
neighbors on this floor, Mrs. Bynes, with her cute
little daughter Amanda. I'd heard she was thirteen.
She smiled up at me.
"Hi, Jim, I'm SO sorry to bother you but I need a
big, big favor! I'm in a rush, my husband is waiting
for me downstairs.
We really have to leave quickly and we were hoping
you could watch Amanda, we can't take her with us.
Thanks! See you later!"
Mrs. Bynes gently pushed Amanda into my apartment and
rushed off to the waiting elevator. She got in and
hit the LOBBY button, the doors closed before I could
even speak.
Hell, I couldn't speak because I was shocked by her
abrupt request as well as her abrupt departure.
Amanda was still smiling up at me.
I was acquainted with the Bynes but not really
friends. They invited me to all of their big parties,
I think it was mostly because I was a thirty-one year
old bachelor and they hoped I'd meet a nice girl
there. Oh, I did meet girls, and always brought one
back to my apartment for one wild night or weekend.
I rarely saw Amanda at these parties, and when I did
she seemed quiet and sweet.
But I'd heard the rumors. I talk to most of the other
tenants in the building, all of whom know the Bynes
family, many closely and they say Amanda has some
condition.
They say it makes her just talk and talk and talk.
I'm sure it's not hyperactivity. I know she loves her
candy and Coca-Cola. One time I was at one of the
Bynes' parties and noticed among the bowls of party
snacks were large bowls of Skittles, Starburst,
Butterfingers and Junior Mints. I was ready to help
myself to some when Amanda's mother said "Oh, no,
those are Amanda's. She just LOVES those candies."
I then remembered the times I'd see her at the
parties Amanda would be stuffing her face with
Skittles and Butterfingers and the like but she
seemed fine. And Coke. Amanda ALWAYS had a can of it
in her hand. And she wasn't fat at all considering
how many sweets she must eat!
I was getting a close up look at that right now as
Amanda stood in my apartment. She had on a green
halter top and darker green shorts [every time I had
seen Amanda see had on a lot of green, one of her
siblings once told me green is her favorite color]
that showed off her slim arms and coltish thighs, as
well as her budding, braless breasts.
Amanda was very cute, as well as borderline sexy,
with that straight brown her almost halfway down her
back, that gorgeous face and those green eyes. Those
eyes really got to me.
"Hi, Amanda," I said, not sure what else to say.
"Hi, Jim," She said, smiling wider. "Is it all right
to call you Jim, Jim? I mean my mom called you Jim
but you're both grownups so that might be different
so if you want I'll call you Mr. Geminelli of Mr. G."
Amanda said all that in a near torrent, though she
said it all clearly and fluently.
"It's all right, you can call me Jim," I told her.
Amanda nodded and looked around.
"Cool stereo system! I love listening to music, all
kinds of music, but especially '80s music. Rock, Pop,
Country, RandB, you name it, I love music. I have
lots of tapes and CDs and I have an MP3 player too
and I burn CDs of songs of the internet, I love
music," She smiled.
"Me, too."
"Do you have anything to drink? I'm parched," Amanda
said. Talking the way she did I wasn't surprised.
"I'm sure I have something," I said, leading her to
the kitchen. "What would you like?"
"Do you have Coke?" No surprise there.
I opened my fridge. "Is RC all right?"
"Yeah. I love Coke but I like RC too. Sometimes
Pepsi. Or Jolt Cola. They're all good but Coke is my
favorite."
I handed her a can of RC and she thanked me.
"Don't drink it too fast or you might get the
hiccups," I half joked. I just didn't want Amanda to
go through all my RC in a matter of minutes.
"I won't," She laughed. "You're funny. I like that.
Funny people make me laugh. I love I Love Lucy. She's
so funny! Do you like I Love Lucy? She's my idol,
she's so funny! She's pretty too. I hope I'm as
pretty as her when I grow up.
I'm funny too! You know I'm on TV, right? I've been
on All That and Figure It Out." I have seen those
Nick shows when I'd visit one of my sisters and my
nieces/nephews would be watching them sometimes. "And
guess what? I'm getting my own show soon! It's called
The Amanda Show! Because it's all about me!
It's my show! Because I'm funny, just like Lucy! Well
I'm almost as funny as Lucy, but someday I want to be
as funny as Lucy, she's so funny!"
Amanda drank some more of her cola. "I hope I'm not
talking too much," She said. "Mom says I do that
sometimes. It drives them crazy. Sometimes they have
to get away from me, like today. They say they need a
break from me."
"No, you're not talking too much," I said. Actually,
Amanda was. It was a little annoying. But kind of
interesting too. And she was cute and all, in her
tight top and tighter shorts. She had a cute medium-
sized butt that looked like it'd burst out of those
short shorts if Amanda bent over!
Her nipples were stiff too. They weren't when she got
there. Did something excite her? Was it me? I
thought, blushing a little. Nah, it was more likely
Amanda was turned on by words, saying lots and lots
of words.
"If you want to watch TV, finish that soda here,
because my TV is in my bedroom and I don't want you
to spill any on my bed.
"Okay," She nodded, finishing her soda and handing me
the can. I rinsed it out and left it in the dish
drainer to drain.
"I love watching TV shows!" She said at the same time
and as I led her upstairs to my bedroom. "New shows,
old shows, I love all of them. I especially love I
Love Lucy. She's so funny! And pretty! Did I tell you
I think she's pretty? She's very pretty and I want to
be as pretty as her when I grow up. Do you think I'll
be as pretty as her when I grow up?"
Before she could continue, I stopped and put my hand
over her mouth. "I think you're as pretty as Lucy
now," I said. "Maybe even more pretty."
I moved my hand from Amanda's mouth. She was smiling
widely. "Thank you," was all she said. And I noticed
her nipples were harder.
Amanda was quiet as the rest of the way to my
bedroom. I motioned for her to go in first. I
suddenly felt excited bringing her in my bedroom all
alone, and I felt like a pervert for feeling excited.
That didn't stop my cock from getting hard.
Nor did it stop me from closing the door behind us.
Amanda stood there quietly. Maybe if my bedroom
wasn't so bland she'd have something to say.
My bedroom doesn't have much character, no posters,
no trophies or knickknack on top of my bureaus. I had
the walls painted a medium blue and the carpeting was
dark blue. The one window in my bedroom I had the
shades drawn on, making the blues look even darker.
I had a large bed facing a massive flat screen TV. I
slipped off my shoes and got up on the bed, leaning
back against the wall.
I motioned for Amanda to join me, patting the bed
beside me. She grinned and slipped off her sneakers
before climbing up over me and planting herself right
next to me. At first she leaned against me.
"What do you want to watch?" I asked.
"I don't know," She said. "Anything you want."
As I surfed through the channels one show caught
Amanda's eye and she got excited. She moved away from
me and sat on her knees, acting giddy.
"I love this show! It's so cool! And I love the
actors in it!
One of them was on this other show, and another guest
starred on another show! One of the actresses is
really a singer! She sings a lot of songs I like!"
Amanda started naming all the songs the
actress/singer sang, then she started to talk about
other shows, other actors, what other shows they were
on or guest starred on. Amanda went on and on for
several minutes without stopping.
Part of me found her knowledge of the TV shows and
stars interesting. But as she talked on and on I was
getting somewhat annoyed, wishing she'd use her mouth
for something else...
I suddenly swung my legs over the side of my bed and
stood up. Amanda didn't even notice, still rambling
on, though very coherently.
I unbuckled my belt, opened my khakis and stepped out
of them, laying them over my long, low bureau. I
climbed back on the bed and knelt next to the girl.
"Amanda!"
She stopped talking finally and whipped her head in
my direction.
"You do talk too much," I said firmly. Amanda
blushed.
She hadn't noticed I had taken off my pants. "Use
your mouth for something more productive," I said as
I reached into my boxers and whipped out my throbbing
cock right in front of her face. Amanda's nipples got
even harder.
"Okay!" She grinned. She took my cock in her hand and
aimed it at her mouth. Leaning forward, the girl sank
her lips down my shaft. She had maybe half or more in
her mouth when my cock butted the back of her throat.
Amanda moaned and started bobbing her head along my
cock, slowing taking more and more as it slipped down
her throat. This girl did know how to use her mouth
for something other than just talking incessantly!
Her mouth felt amazing around my cock, like Amanda
was some porn star cocksucking pro! Her tongue twined
around my shaft like a snake as she sucked harder and
faster.
I was so surprised when the thirteen year old actress
had over three-quarters of my length down her throat
without gagging! Amanda moaned the whole time,
eagerly pleasuring me immensely.
Some fifteen minutes passed by before I felt my
orgasm cumming.
"I'm going to cum soon!" I groaned.
Amanda's eyes went wide. She slipped her mouth off of
my cock. "Should I-Is it... Do you want me to swallow
when you cum?"
"Would you?" I asked.
Amanda smiled and nodded. Slipping my cock back into
her mouth, she built her speed back up. My balls
tightened up. My cock swelled up. Amanda moaned. I
grunted and began to pump bolt after bolt of jizz
into her.
Amanda looked shocked as the first bolt blew out of
my cock. Her eyes grew wider than the first time but
she caught herself and swallowed down my jizz. I
spurted and spurted and she gulped each blast down
without hesitation. I shot off nine or ten times, I
hadn't been with a girl in a few weeks.
Finally spent, I slid my cock from her mouth and
collapsed down on the bed. When I finally looked at
Amanda she started to blush darker.
"Hey," I started, placing my hand on her upper arm.
"Why are you blushing?"
"I-I... I had had never did that before?" She blurted
out, looking away.
"What?!? But, Amanda, you were just amazing!"
She slowly turned back to me, smiling. I guess the
look on my face told Amanda I was sincere, there were
no questions, only "Thank you."
"Where did you learn to suck like a porn star? I
mean, ummm..." It was my turn to blush.
Amanda laughed. "Well, since I trust you not to tell
on me, it was from a porn star. I saw a porn tape
once, and was fascinated by how the girl sucked on
the guy's... ummm... is it all right to say cock?"
"To me you can," I assured her, running my fingers
along her arm gently.
"His cock was big like yours, a lot bigger than my
brothers," Amanda giggled. "But the girl swallowed
the whole thing! I decided I wanted to do that too,
so I'd sneak cucumbers up to my room to....ummm,
practice," She blushed.
"Well practice paid off," I beamed. "You're on your
way to being a porn star too! And you were great with
your tongue as well."
"I don't want to be a porn star," She laughed also,
blushing. "I'm just a kid anyway. And thanks. I never
actually practiced the tongue part, it just
happened..." Amanda giggled.
I sat up and unbuttoned my shirt, slipping it off and
throwing it atop my bureau with my khakis. I put my
hand on Amanda's cheek. "Were you curious about
anything else she did besides just suck cock?"
"Well," Amanda said, starting to look away.
I turned her face back to me and gave her a very,
very grown up kiss. Amanda was surprised at first but
soon eagerly returned the kiss.
I untucked her halter top and pulled it up above her
young tits, fondling them. Amanda moaned.
Breaking the kiss, she pulled her top over her head
and dropped it off the side of the bed. My eyes slid
down to the tits I was still fondling. Her areolae
were light brown and medium in size, somewhat oval in
shape. Her nipples were fat and massive. I reached up
and pinched them gently. Amanda closed her eyes and
went "Ummm..."
I leaned forward and sucked on one nipple as I opened
her shorts. I slipped my hand down them and her
cotton panties, feeling her hairy little pussy.
As I reached Amanda's apex I felt how wet the girl
was.
She pushed my head away from her breast. I looked up
at her.
"Should we be doing this?" Amanda asked with a very
serious look on her very young face.
"No," I said truthfully.
"Good," She said as she lifted her hips and pushed
off her shorts. "Take off your underwear," She said.
I pushed off my boxers, my still hard cock bouncing
back up when I pulled them down over it.
Amanda lay back and took hold of my cock, opening her
coltish legs.
"It's not going to be as easy as it was for the porn
star," I warned. "It'll hurt your first time for a
few moments..."
"I don't care," Amanda said, tugging on my cock,
trying to pull me on top of her that way. "I want the
pain."
I maneuvered myself on top of her as she pulled my
cock to her small, unshaven opening. Amanda rubbed it
along her slit until the head popped in.
"Now fuck me," She said softly. "Make me a woman."
I put my hands on either side of Amanda, slid back,
then I rammed my cock through the girl's hymen.
Amanda winced, a tear soon rolling down her cheek.
But she never made a sound.
I kept moving in and out of her rapidly and soon I
could hear Amanda's breathing grow heavier.
She started to thrash around on the bed under me,
shoving up her lower body to me. And she came. Now
she made a noise, lots of noise as she cried out in
orgasm. Her young, tight pussy spasmed around my cock
and opened up for me further, so I could sink more
than half my length into her.
I fucked her harder and harder, no worries about
cumming too soon, I only cared about making Amanda
cum often.
And she did. Dozens of times, very intensely at times
and multi-orgasming twice.
I lasted fifty minutes before I grunted and spurted
my seep into the young teen as she came for me once
more. She giggled that she was sore after but that
didn't stop her from wanting it again...
[Prologue]
When Mrs. Bynes finally picked up little Amanda, I
won't tell you how many more times the young actress
sucked me off and we fucked. But it was a lot and it
wasn't our only time.
"She wasn't a problem?" Her mother asked, stunned.
"Amanda was a little darling," I assured her. "We had
a great time, talking music, TV shows and stuff.
Bring her by anytime.
Mrs. Bynes looked relieved. I wasn't sure if it was
because she thought her daughter was "cured" or
because I was willing to take on her daughter anytime
she needed to.
Just as long as she or anyone else doesn't guess why
I really don't mind having Amanda over. And I know
she won't tell...
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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