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Making Babies: Christina Ricci
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)
***
My 14th "Making Babies" entry. I'm an agent and one of
my clients seemed to be having some kind of problem
behind-the-scenes on the sequel of her hit movie. What's
an agent to do but solve her problem, whatever it may
be. (M/f-teen, ped, 1st, fetish, titty-fuck, facial,
celeb-parody)
***
[1993]
I'm an agent to the stars. My agency represents many of
the big stars and the big and small screen today.
I'm good at what I do because I love what I do. Never
work in a field you have no interest. You'll not only be
hurting yourself but others.
I love being an agent and I make sure my clients are
happy with my results in their behalf. That's why I'm
always gaining new clients, not losing clients. I don't
do it because I have to, I do it because I WANT to.
That's why I'm such a good agent. And that's not ego
talking, that's what my clients always say.
My agency represents actors and actresses of all age
groups. Older ones know I'll get then the roles, and the
younger ones know I'll always give them the support they
need. It's that important to me. I don't care who you
are, what race you are, what age you are.
I will always put in 110% effort for you as my client.
I remember when I first met Christina Ricci. A friend
discovered her in a school play at the age of eight. I
agreed to meet her and her family, and they decided to
hire me as Christina's agent.
I got commercial work at first. Her parents were busy so
I promised to be at the shots for her. Christina and I
bonded.
I got her a part in the Cher movie Mermaids. That was
her first break. But when I found out about The Addams
Family movie I knew Christina would be just perfect as
Wednesday Addams. And the producers agreed I wasn't
wrong.
With the release of The Addams Family movie, eleven year
old Christina hit the big time. But off-screen she was
very shy. She always insisted I be with her on set. She
needed the moral support. It was obvious that it wasn't
something she was getting from her parents. And I found
out why much later.
Christina was a very good actress right from the start.
As soon as a Director would yell "ACTION!" Christina was
a different person.
She was always exactly what a role called for her to be.
Christina was very professional.
Other than her nervousness and need to have me on set I
perceived no other issues affecting Christina. At least
not at first. She hid her problems well.
When it was decided to shoot The Addams Family sequel,
Addams Family Values, the producers wanted Christina
back as Wednesday Addams bad so I promised them she was
theirs once more.
When I informed Christina I was under the impression she
was very pleased to play the role again.
Shooting was going well on the movie. Christina was
putting her best effort into the movie, throwing herself
into it as it were. If only I'd known why in the first
place...
Whenever the Director yelled cut, Christina would go
right to her Dressing Room. I didn't actually consider
that unusual, so I never asked her about it. Nor did she
ever ask me to come with her so as I already stated I
assumed I was well.
I soon heard "through the grapevine" that there was
problems in the Ricci household.
I didn't hear what though. I started to wonder if that
was the reason why Christina would always stay in her
Dressing Room when not needed on set.
***
One day after shooting wrapped I went to Christina's
Dressing Room to talk to her. I knocked on the door.
"Christina?" I called out. "May I come in?"
"One moment!" The young actress called out.
It was more like half a minute. But I was patient.
When she opened the door I saw she was in a robe,
already out of costume. I also noticed she didn't look
so good. I was worried Christina was sick. She was, but
not the way I was thinking.
"Hi," She said, giving me a half-hearted smile.
"Can we talk?" I asked.
"Sure. Come on in," She replied opening the door all the
way so I could enter. She closed and locked the door
behind us.
"Christina, should I be worried about you? Worried about
anything?"
"Worried?"
"Are you coming down with something?" I asked. "You look
sick."
Christina looked in the dressing table mirror. Then she
sighed, dropping into her chair heavily.
"I didn't realize I looked this bad..."
"Not on set. You've hidden it very well," I assured her.
"I'm glad," Christina said. She gave me a wan smile.
"I'm not actually sick sick. It's more like I'm upset
and worried."
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"My parents," She said. "I think they're getting a
divorce. They've been fighting for a while now."
"I'm sorry, Christina," I said consolingly, putting my
hand on her shoulder and giving it a little squeeze.
"Whatever happens between your parents or is happening I
know they still love you."
She put her hand on mine and looked up at me, giving me
a genuine smile. "Thanks. I kind of see things in a
different perspective now."
"Whatever happens," I said, "You know I'll always be
here for you. Always. If anything is bothering you, no
matter how small, you can talk to me."
Christina squeezed my hand. "I appreciate that very
much."
"Hey, that's what I'm here for."
She let go of my hand and let hers drop into her lap.
"There IS something else bothering me..."
What is it, Christina?"
"When you had first told me about this sequel and how
they wanted me back, I didn't want to tell you I wasn't
that excited about playing Wednesday Addams..."
"But you're amazing in this role! You ARE Wednesday
Addams!" I retorted. "I thought you like doing it."
"I did," Christina said. "I still do. Wednesday is a
really cool character. It's just... It's what I have to
do to play the part."
"What do you mean?" I asked, not at all sure what
Christina was meaning.
She sighed. "They strap me down," She said, closing her
eyes as she said it as if whatever she meant really
upset her.
"Strap you down?"
Christina stood up and turned to me.
"My boobs."
Untying her robe, Christina pulled it open.
My eyes widened. My mouth fell open.
"Oh, shit!" I blurted. I soon as I said it my face grew
hot. "I'm sorry, Christina!"
She giggled. "It's okay."
"Christina... I never knew you had such amazing ti -
breasts..."
"You like them?" She asked softly.
They were HUGE.
No wonder they wanted her tits strapped down. Wednesday
Addams couldn't have titties like these!
Christina was definitely a DD, and they were very firm
and high on her chest. Her areolae were large and medium
brown in color.
I'd always had a thing for massive breasts. Female with
massive breasts, especially teenagers. Young teenagers
like Christina.
Of course it was something I kept secret and never acted
on. I could lose my agency, I could go to jail.
But I knew Christina would never want to get me in
trouble. And she was showing them to me anyway...
"Christina, I love them..."
She smiled again.
"Would it be all right if I...touch them?" I asked. "I
know it's not professional of me, but -"
"Yessss," She hissed. "I'd love it if you were the first
to touch them."
Licking my dry lips, I reached up and cupped her amazing
tits. They were so soft and pliant but still so firm.
I lifted them, I pushed them together, I kneaded them
roughly. Christina gasped and moaned. My cock was rigid
in my trousers.
I was so fucking hard.
"I want to titfuck you," I blurted out.
Christina gasped.
She then surprised me by saying "Yes. Do it to me."
With no hesitation I unzipped my trousers and hauled my
cock out of my boxers and into the open air.
Christina gasped again.
"I never saw one before!" She gushed. "Are they all this
big?!?"
"I'm sure most are smaller, but there are some bigger,"
I answered.
"I wouldn't want to see a bigger one!" She giggled
nervously.
"Sit down," I instructed.
Christina sat back down. I grabbed a bottle of baby oil
from the dressing table and coated my cock with it. I
rubbed some between her tits as well. Christina sighed.
Slipping my cock between her breasts, I told her to push
her tits around my cock. Licking her lips, Christina did
as I said.
I started pumping my cock in and out of Christina's
tits. I didn't take my time. I knew I'd be able to do
this anytime I'd want to. Plus I needed to jizz badly.
Putting my hands on the arms of her chair, I fucked
Christina's tits harder.
Faster. She gasped and groaned.
Suddenly my nuts tightened up. My cock swelled up. I
grunted and the first bolt of jizz rocketed up and
blasted her chin.
Christina gasped again, looking down. The second blast
hit her right in the eye. She giggled. Several bolts of
cum shot all over her young face, the last few hit her
chest above her tits, oozing down onto her tits.
Christina was cooing now.
Finally spent, I stopped pumping in and out of her
cleavage. And she let go of her tits and they fell away
from my cock.
"Hey. You're still hard," Christina whispered.
I looked down. I was, and I was surprised by that.
I was more surprised by Christina's next words.
"Before I lose my nerve, I want you to be my first," She
said. "Fuck me."
I wanted to so bad.
I helped the girl to her feet. She pushed off the robe
and I slid off her pants and panties Christina still
wore [I found out later she was coming back to her
Dressing Room to strip down to her waist so she could
"un-strap down her boobs".
She said that was so uncomfortable].
I quickly undressed myself and had her sit on the sturdy
dressing table. Spreading her legs, I rubbed the head of
my cock along her unshaven, raven-haired slit. Christina
moaned as her pussy grew wetter.
I pushed my cock into her pussy. I soon met resistance.
"This will hurt a bit," I warned.
Christina nodded. "I know."
Pulling back, I drove my cock through her hymen.
Christina bit her lip, muffling her scream as her nails
dug into my triceps. Her lip began to bleed as her pussy
did at the same time.
I didn't slow my pace. If anything I went faster.
Christina's mouth fell open and she began to moan
loudly, clinging to me tighter.
She began to thrash and cum hard, her pussy convulsing
around my cock and her juices rushing out past it. Her
eyes rolled back and I thought she faint. Fortunately
she didn't.
I grabbed her small/medium ass and fucked the girl
harder, making her body writhe uncontrollable before
cumming again and again, multi-orgasming.
"Oh wow..." Christina gasped for breath. "I never
knew...sex was so amazing..."
I made her orgasm like ten times before I pulled out and
flipped her over, sinking my cock back into her from
behind. Grabbing her huge tits, I pounded her hard from
behind as Christina cried out. Her pussy was so tight
and hot, and she continued to grow wetter and wetter.
"I LOVE sex," Christina gushed breathily. "I want you to
fuck me all the time!"
I fucked her harder and she came again, thrashing and
convulsing against the dressing table.
Christina came dozens of times. I finally came again
some fifty minutes later, unloading what felt like a
gallon of jizz up her pussy. She purred like a kitten as
I stopped moving and leaned over her, catching my
breath.
"You..." I said raspily in her ear, "are my best
client."
Christina giggled. "That's because I let you fuck me,
silly..."
Christina never complained about having to strap down
her tits for the rest of Addams Family Values.
We just go to her Dressing Room often and I'd massage
them for her. Then I'd either titfuck her or fuck her
pussy, depending on how much time we had. All in a day's
work. Hey, that's what an agent is for...
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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