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Making Babies: Oprah Winfrey
by Geminiguy (iamgeminiguy@yahoo.com)

***

My 31st "Making Babies" entry. She knew she wasn't a 
"classic" beauty. She was more than that. And so did the 
rich White men she tended to encounter from time-to-
time. (Mf, ped, facial, intr, mast, exh, celeb-parody)

***

[Author's Note: My sixth Black celebrity "Making Babies" 
entry.

When I was planning this cycle of "Making Babies" 
stories, I was only sure about the celebrities for the 
first story and fourth story. But I knew I wanted the 
third "Making Babies" story to feature a Black 
celebrity. Like "Making Babies: Lucy Liu" I didn't come 
up with Oprah Winfrey until "the last minute". Also like 
the Lucy Liu story, Oprah was the first and only 
celebrity I thought of for the story (I had wanted an 
Asian celebrity for the second story).

I've been thinking over aspects of how this story will 
play out over the past few hours, and two things I 
decided were 1) this story will be semi-parodaic and 2) 
it will be loosely based on Oprah's childhood.

I had certain ideas in mind for this story after I'd 
briefly read that Oprah lived with her mother until 
moving to live with her father in her teen years.
	
But then I read up on Oprah's early life on her 
Wikipedia page. Partly it worked with what I had in mind 
for this story but the events that took place were too 
dark and did not fit in to this story. So I'll be 
greatly fictionalizing this entry of my "Making Babies" 
series. As always, I hope you enjoy the story and thank 
you for taking the time to read it ~ G]

***

[Summer 1967, Rural Mississippi]

Oprah Gail Winfrey stood in front of the old full length 
mirror in her bedroom the junk man had traded her for 
some old junk her mama had.

The thirteen year old stood naked, admiring her 
chocolate-complexioned figure.

Oprah wasn't considered a "classic" beauty. Beauty was 
seen as been slim or even underweight. Oprah couldn't 
remember ever being slim. She'd always been on the heavy 
side. But she knew she had a hot body.

Her weight constantly fluctuated but her huge titties 
always stayed huge as did her ass and thighs.

Her huge titties were still high and firm. Her mama saw 
to that. Her mama got pregnant as a teenage girl. 
Oprah's father lived in another state, Tennessee. He was 
a barber. Oprah and her mama lived in the rural town of 
Kosciusko. She and her mama didn't have much but her 
mama made sure Oprah's father sent money for child 
support regularly.

He wasn't exactly rich himself but he did live up to his 
obligation and gave Oprah's mama money. And she made 
sure part of that money went to good bras.

"Huge titties need lots of support," Her mama said. "You 
remember that, you hear?"

She said lots of things she told Oprah to remember. Like 
she may not have been what people called a "classic" 
beauty "but that didn't mean pig-shit. You are better 
looking than fifty 'classic' beauties. Shit, than a 
hundred."

So thanks to her mama's concern, Oprah had high, firm 
titties from having the right support bras.

Her titties were capped off by huge round black areolae. 
When Oprah massaged them her fat, thick nipples would 
come popping out.

Below those huge titties her belly may not have been 
flat but it was firm enough not to hang over her 
luscious mass of black pubes. Oprah never shaved. Her 
mama said "A real woman never shaves her choochie. A 
real man loves a woman who's hairy between her legs."

As Oprah admired her apple-shaped body figure, she 
slipped a hand down between her thick but firm thighs 
from lots of walking. She slipped a finger into her 
black quim. Oprah may have been a big girl but her 
choochie was tight! She had a hard time getting one 
finger in it.

Shit, Oprah had decided long ago she's never have a 
Negro's monster cock inside of her. When she gave up her 
cherry it'd be with a White bread cracker. White boys 
looked handsome compared to the ugly motherfuckers she'd 
see around here.

Oprah stepped away from her mirror. She'd done enough 
dilly-dallying. Oprah had promised her mama she'd walk 
into town and get some stuff for her.

She donned her favorite bra then put on an old shirt 
over it and buttoned it all the way up. She added a long 
skirt and worn sandals and left.

Oprah knew she wouldn't have to walk long. There was 
always some rich White cracker driving by in his new car 
who'd offer her a ride. Black folk couldn't afford any 
cars most of the time but the White folk always had nice 
cars.

Now Oprah didn't hate White folk, especially not rich 
White folk. And calling them cracker was only because 
that's what she was used to calling them. Her mama 
taught her not to hate people because of their color. 
Hate them because their asshole motherfuckers, no matter 
what color they were.

Her mama always was giving her advice, and telling her 
someday she'll be rich and famous like those rich White 
folks. Even though Oprah's mama got pregnant as a 
teenager, she never told Oprah not to have sex. She told 
her fucking was beautiful if it was with the right 
person. Not that she told Oprah to slut around either. 
She raised her daughter to respect herself.

Of course Oprah was no slut. And she knew who were the 
right people to fuck with. White crackers. Once she was 
rich MAYBE she'd sample some Black dick.

Speaking of White crackers, one come driving past the 
girl as she walked towards town. When he saw that 
amazing body he hit the brakes and took a double take. 
Oprah just smiled. She was used to it.

Not all Whiteys were racist motherfucker assholes.

He put his car in reverse and stopped alongside Oprah.

"Hey, little lady," He said in his Southern drawl. "Need 
a ride somewhere?"

"Sure," She smiled at him.

As he turned his car around Oprah undid several buttons 
in her shirt. By the time he turned around for her and 
she got in he was surprised to see the Black girl's hug 
titty cleavage practically in his face.

Having expected that look on his face, and since she got 
it, she grabbed her shirt and whipped it open for the 
handsome White cracker.

Her favorite bra was low-cut and intentionally exposed 
her nipples and areolae.

Of course Oprah didn't expect his over-sized [for a 
White cracker at least] dick to tear clear through his 
tailored trousers.

"Oh, my..." Oprah smiled.

This is where the fun part came. When she did what she 
liked to do to White men.

Reaching out, the Black beauty gripped his large dick 
and began to masturbate him rapidly. Oprah restrained 
herself from laughing at the goofy look on his face.

Every White boy whose dick she ever masturbated always 
made a goofy face because of the pleasure she gave him. 
This White cracker was no exception. His tongue out, and 
his eyes rolled back in different directions.

Oprah loved milking a dick. It always felt so hot and 
alive in her dark-skinned hand. And most oozed that 
clear dick cream she liked to feel run down her hand as 
she pumped it up and down faster and faster.

The White boy was gasping and groaning, the sounds Oprah 
loved to hear. Faster and faster she masturbated his big 
dick.

It wasn't long before she brought him to climax, her 
huge titties jiggling in her bra from the exertion.

He cried out and the first volley of thick white dick 
cream geyser out all over the windshield, as did the 
next few. Oprah kept pumping his dick as it spurt and 
spurt and spurt all over the steering wheel, the 
dashboard, everywhere.

Finally his dick drooped down between his legs and she 
let go of it, licking his dick cream off of her 
chocolate-colored hand.

Oprah loved the taste of dick cream.

They rode the rest of the way in silence, the White 
cracker taking glances at her still exposed titties now 
and again.

As they neared town Oprah buttoned her blouse back up. 
When he dropped her off she thanked him and kissed his 
cheek before getting out of the car.

Oprah had to go into several stores for her mama. It'd 
been forty-five minutes before the full-figured Black 
girl finished her shopping and started walking back 
home.

It wasn't long before she heard a voice say "We meet 
again" and turned to see the same White boy pulled up 
beside her.

Oprah smiled, actually glad to see him once more. She 
leaned in through the open passenger window, unbuttoning 
a few buttons on her shirt as she did.

"I see you went and changed your trousers," She teased.

"I sure did," He smiled brightly. "Next time warn me 
before you whip those beauties out again."

"It sounds like you're offering me another ride..."

"You bet! Hop in."

Oprah opened the car door, put her stuff in the backseat 
and climbed back in.

As he started driving Oprah's hand slipped to his 
crotch, rubbing his dick through his trousers. As he 
hardened she removed it from his trousers and marveled 
at it.

Turning off the dirt road, he drove to a secluded spot 
and parked. He turned to Oprah, and she thought "This is 
it."

He pushed her skirt up and slipped his hand up under it. 
He slid it up her firm, thick thigh until her reached 
her crotch. He wasn't surprised she had no panties on.

The White boy rubbed her quim as Oprah started to moan, 
writhing her ass in the seat.

He pulled her down onto her back, pushed her skirt up to 
her waist, baring her ultra hairy pussy.

Not wasting any time, he mounted her black quim and 
slammed his dick into her.

Oprah winced, stifling the scream of pain. Fortunately 
the White cracker never slowed. Soon the pain faded and 
was replaced by great pleasure.

Not that he was concerned about her pleasure. All he 
cared about was getting himself off.

That was the way it was with every pussy he'd ever 
fucked, and he'd fucked a lot.

But none of those other girls had made him cum already. 
So like it or not, he was going to make Oprah's first 
time ultra memorable.

She started to cum early on, still surprised he'd been 
able to get his big [again for a White cracker] dick in 
her choochie. She hadn't realized fucking felt this 
good. She'd've started this a lot sooner.

Her pussy spasmed wildly around his thrusting white 
dick. He had to admit to himself that felt pretty damn 
good. No other girl had ever spasmed around his dick 
like that. That was because the selfish dick didn't 
realize it had to do with not making any of the other 
girls orgasm. Stupid dick.

He kept fucking her hard, and Oprah multi-orgasming over 
and over. Hell, she even squirted twice. It was like a 
fucking swamp down here! He thought, thinking about how 
he'd have to pay to get the car seat cleaned afterward.

He lasted over forty minutes, Oprah having orgasmed to 
near delirium.

Finally he cried out and began pumping his White cracker 
dick cream into her chocolate quim cavern. He seemed to 
cum with no end, his dick cream spurting out passed his 
dick and onto the car seat. Before he finished he'd cum 
so much the car seat soaked through and his dick cream 
dripped onto the floor underneath.

He finally pulled out, even more dick cream flowing out 
of Oprah. She sat up, backing away from the mess to her 
side of the car before pulling down her skirt.

The White boy tucked his dick away and proceeded to 
drive Oprah home.

"I had a good time," She admitted as she got out and 
retrieved her stuff.

"Me too," He grinned. "I hope we can do it again."

But next time, he thought, I'll throw a few towels over 
the car seat... 

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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