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Making Babies: Jada Pinkett
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)
***
My 8th "Making Babies" entry. I had an unexpected
visitor on Halloween. Unexpected, but most definitely
welcome. (M/f, ped, oral, intr, supernatural, celeb-
parody)
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[Author's Note: There was one October over on KB I
posted all Halloween stories that month. I want to
try to do that here this month, being that Halloween
is my favorite holiday.
I told one of my readers I correspond with via email
a few days ago that I'd already had a few Halloween
stories in mind and I knew I had to have some other
ideas in my files of story ideas. But this story I
just came up with in the past two days.
I'd already decided that my next "Making Babies"
story would feature a Black or Asian celebrity.
Seeing Jada Pinkett Smith as Fish Mulrooney on FOX'
new hit series Gotham pushed her in favor of being my
next story adventure. Jada is hot now but was a
hottie even back then.
And feel free to check my Halloween Blog on KB. I
started it again early this morning. You'll find the
link under Halloween Blog in RavishU's Blogging 101.
AND A HAPPY HALLOWEEN MONTH TO ALL OF MY GHOULISH
READERS! G]
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All Hallow's Eve turned out very well this October.
And why not, we worked so hard to make it happen.
You see, I'm a White Witch, and the far-from-the-
beaten-path small town I'm from has many White
Witches.
Where our town is located, the fabric between our
world and the otherworldly is thin. Having so many
White Witches here keeps the malevolent spirits,
demons and other unspeakable beings out.
But in October the fabric is at its weakest. Our
White Witch coven has to work harder to keep the
otherworldly out. And we are very successful.
For the most part. There are a few demonic
possessions and spirit attacks, but we know how to
send them back. And the more successful we are the
safer the world will be on All Hallow's Eve when the
otherworldly are at their most powerful IF they make
it through before that day.
Our coven was most effective this year and we reaped
an enjoyable All Hallow's Eve. All over town,
festivities to celebrate the holiday were carrying
on.
And boys and girls in various costumes anywhere from
cute to all-out scary ran from one home to the next
trick-or-treating like any child should be this time
of year.
I was at home this All Hallow's Eve. Most of us White
Witches like to kick back after a tiring October. And
it's well-deserved. Some are parents and do have to
take their kids trick-or-treating or drop them off at
a party, but no partying for them.
I did enjoy seeing the costumes every year, some
classics but some new depending on the kids' favorite
TV shows and movies. I particularly enjoyed the more
ghoulish costumes. Hey, I still like to believe
there's a grain of truth to some of the old
superstitions about hiding behind a costume scaring
off evil spirits. I am a White Witch after all.
It got to that time when the number of smaller
children dwindled as it grew darker. Soon I expected
to see older ones in their late teens not in costume
looking for treats as well. That's when I break out
the full size candy bars.
But they usually didn't show up until much later, so
I was ready to flick on the TV and see what classic
monster movies were on tap.
But there was a knock on the door. A feminine knock.
When your door gets knocked on enough you can tell
the difference.
Then "Trick Or Treat!" called out a girl's voice.
See? I told you.
I got up and opened the door. Usually there are three
or four kids at a time, but she was alone.
Not that she was a kid. I'd gauge her at about
fourteen, no more than five feet tall and maybe a
hundred pounds wet.
Nice breasts and legs too. I could tell because she
had a loin cloth around her waist and a matching
swatch of material over her young breasts. Her abs
were nearly flat but unmuscled. I don't like muscular
stomachs on a female.
Oh, and she was African-American.
"You're not from around here," I said in a friendly
tone. Not many African-Americans in our town and I'd
remember seeing a gorgeous girl like her. And her
costume did little to hide her identity.
"Nah," She said.
"I'm from Baltimore. Don't have good Halloween candy
there."
I liked her. I decided to give her a full size candy
bar. ...and invite her in.
"You want something to drink?" I asked.
"Sure," She said. I stepped aside and she entered.
When she passed me I took I quick glance at her butt.
She already had a very grown up one bulging out
against the skimpy bottom of her costume.
"I'm Jada," She said.
"I'm Jim."
"Cool."
I lead Jada to the kitchen and gave her a Pepsi.
"I love your costume," I said.
"Thanks," Jada smiled. "I'm trick-or-treating as
Sheena! I loved that movie when it came out last
year. Saw it five times at least."
I remembered Sheena. Tanya Roberts was hot - and a
White Witch as well - but she didn't hold a candle to
Jada in her loincloth costume.
"I like yours too," She said between sips.
I was dressed as the classic Frankenstein from 1931.
"Thanks," I grinned.
"It makes you look pretty dang tall!" Jada grinned.
"You wearing those special shoes to make you look
taller?"
"Not really. But I am wearing similar shoes to the
ones worn as part of the original Frankenstein's
Monster in the 1931 movie. But I'm already pretty big
as it is, over six foot five."
"Cool," Jada said with some awe in her voice, taking
another swig of her cola. "Is your dick pretty big
too?" She asked nonchalantly, as if talking about the
weather.
"Now that you mention it..." I unzipped my pants and
hauled out my large cock.
"Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' about!" Jada said,
putting down her can of soda. "The boys back home
haven't grown their own big dicks yet, if they get
bigger at all. I've been wanting a real man's dick up
in here."
Jada pulled up one of the kitchen's chairs and sat in
front of me. Taking hold of the base of my cock she
sank her lips down around the top half of my shaft
with some difficulty."
"Damn, this shit is THICK..." Jada muttered.
But soon her head was bobbing up and down, up and
down. Slowly she was taking even more than half of my
cock into her young, eager mouth.
Jada barely got three-quarters in when it hit the
back of her throat.
She moaned as she sucked me faster and faster, her
hands now massaging her tits through the loincloth
material. Her thick nipples poked out visibly.
I lasted almost ten minutes before I grunted and
exploded with such force in her mouth. Hell, I hadn't
jizzed in months!
Jada never slowed down, her head continuing to bob as
she swallowed with ease spurt after spurt, and I know
she had A LOT to drink down.
"Mmmm, I LOVE sucking dick!" Jada said as she slipped
her mouth off my cock. "And White dick is better I
see," She winked. "This calls for a Pepsi chaser as
my mom would say." Jada grabbed her soda and chugged
the rest of it down.
"Damn, I'm horny," She said as she put down the empty
can.
"I know how you feel," I grinned, waving my still
hard cock in her young, smooth face.
"Wanna fuck my young twat, Jim?" She asked
mischievously.
"I'd love to."
"Good," Jada said, getting up. "Now you sit. I wanna
ride!"
"Sounds fair enough to me," I agreed as the girl
pushed me into the chair and straddled me.
Jada grabbed my hard cock and sank down onto it. She
groaned loudly as I filled her good.
Her tiny pussy had a hard time with my thickness, but
she did the best she could with her skills. She was
slamming up and down and what she could take,
grunting, gasping and groaning. She was starting to
sweat too as she achieved her first orgasm.
Jada cried out as her body thrashed atop me wildly.
Her pussy blasted out labial fluids, lubricating her
pussy to take more of my cock, especially as it
relaxed a lot after that orgasm.
I pushed up the top part of her costume, exposing her
young, bouncing breasts as she fucked me harder,
sweating and groaning unladylike.
Her tits were a large B-cup, with medium-sized black
areolaes and really fat nipples. I twisted Jada's
nips as she screamed in another orgasm. After a few
more of those, her pussy opened enough to nearly take
in my whole cock.
Jada had a lot more than just a few more of those,
though, especially since I always last longer after I
jizz the first time. And that poor girl took the
abuse of my cock without complaint. Her loincloth
costume was darkened by sweat as it clung to her
nubile body wetly. Her screams were more horse now as
well.
I of course lasted nearly an hour - partly because of
magic mind you - before spurting another massive load
up Jada sweet cunthole.
Exhausted, Jada collapsed against limply. I held her
in the afterglow of the best sex I ever had.
Finally the girl stirred. I lifted her chin so we
were face-to-face and kissed her.
"I'd love to do this again," Jada sighed weakly. "But
I better get home." She rose from my cock and a great
amount of my jizz flooded out. She slid her panties
back over her unshaven pussy. "But I want to do this
again. And again and again," Jada grinned.
She straightened out her loincloth over her butt and
pussy then pulled the top part back down over her
young tits.
Jada kissed me again. "Thanks again for the candy.
And the soda. And especially for the..." She winked
with a huge grinned.
I followed her out to the door, looking forward to
many returns. November is a quiet month for us White
Witches. Lots of free time. Now Christmas time,
that's nearly as bad as this time of year...
In any case, I doubted I'd top this Halloween next
October...
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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