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Making Babies: Tori Spelling
by Geminiguy (iamgeminiguy@yahoo.com)

***

My 34th "Making Babies" entry. I'd always wanted to 
write for television or movies. And when I met Aaron 
Spelling I knew I was about to get my shot. But I had to 
admit I was a lot more interested in his daughter 
Victoria. (Mf, 1st, cheating, celeb-parody)

***

[Los Angeles, California Summer 1987]

I always wanted to be a writer. I mean I was writing, 
for newspapers. But I wanted to write a novel, or be a 
screenwriter, write for television, that kind of 
writing.

I always loved to write growing up. My dad worked for a 
newspaper and I'd hang out with him at work sometimes. I 
started writing my own news stories about stuff going on 
in our town but especially in our neighborhood.

In High School I was on the school newspaper. Not many 
students were interested in that, they'd rather get 
involved in sports, so I wrote most of the stories for 
the paper.

It did get me noticed. The paper was very popular and I 
got accolades from other students.

One girl was very fascinated with what I did during my 
Senior year. She started hanging around me a lot 
especially in the classroom we worked on the school 
newspaper.

I was enjoying her attention.

And she was very good-looking. I was tall and athletic 
[I did like to go running a lot and play basketball 
sometimes] while she was much shorter than me and curvy. 
She always dressed very sexy too, in tight, revealing 
clothing that showed off her long, coltish legs and 
large breasts.

She admitted she found me attractive too and inevitably 
we ended up fucking, me losing my virginity to her.

It turned out she'd been very sexually active, having 
fucked many guys since she was twelve. But she decided 
that I'd be the last guy she fucked. She said I had the 
hugest cock she'd ever had and for a virgin I fucked 
very well. She insisted I be the only guy to fuck her 
from then on.

When I graduated I went to a College with a great 
newspaper. She could have gone to any College she wanted 
but she followed me. She continued to find my work 
fascinated, and the sex just got better and better for 
us.

It wasn't just the sex for us either. We started going 
out in public, getting to know each other better.

She knew of my desire to do more than just write for 
newspapers, and she was impressed by that. We just 
seemed to grow closer and closer.

Then on our College graduation day she surprised me by 
asking me to marry her! Of course I said yes. We married 
that August. It was a big wedding and a bigger 
reception, and we honeymooned in Hawaii.

I knew all of that had to cost a pretty penny as they 
say, it turned my wife was the heiress of a multibillion 
dollar family fortune! I'd had no idea that her father 
was this well-known very rich businessman. It seemed 
every since meeting me her father was keeping tabs on me 
too when she told him all about me. What I did seemed to 
fascinate him as well. So he approved of his daughter 
marrying me long before I knew she'd wanted to ask.

After returning from our honeymoon, we moved into a 
large house her father also bought for us. And he'd used 
his clout to get my a position at the biggest newspaper 
in the area. Of course he knew my aspirations as well.

He said this would be a big opportunity for me. I'd be 
sent to all the big events, parties, you name it, and 
I'd meet lots of famous people in Hollywood, people 
who'd be interested in a writer like me.

My father-in-law let it be made known in all his circles 
what a great writer I was, so when I started getting 
sent out to all those events I quickly made many 
friends.

My wife had joined her family's business and had to 
travel a lot, but when she returned she always took 
great interest in what I was writing about, what parties 
I'd went to, what people I met.

And of course we'd fuck like crazy as well. She was 
always extremely horny when she returned and I was more 
than happy to pleasure her. Meeting lots of gorgeous 
actresses and female musicians always had me horny as 
well, and many loved to flirt. And flirting wasn't all 
they wanted to do...

Most of the time I resisted. But some celebrities I was 
really attracted to and I couldn't resisted bedding 
them. That was rare though.

During our ten years of marriage so far I've only 
cheated with a handful of famous women. And no one was 
the wiser. At times I'd meet one of them at their home, 
though there were times they'd come to mine. My wife and 
I didn't have a full time staff [she did have a female 
chauffeur/assistant though that went with my wife 
everywhere] so my trysts took place when it was the 
staffs' days off.

No one has ever been the wiser because I've had many 
visitors over the years come by to talk to me about a 
screenplay or scripts for some television show. Not for 
me to actual do any of them, but to offer suggests to 
improve them. Which was perfectly fine with me. It was 
giving me the opportunity to do writing other than just 
for a newspaper.

That was something my father-in-law was always curious 
about: Which famous producers, writers, directors, 
actors, etc. came around to ask for my help. He liked 
knowing his son-in-law was helping those famous people.

So between visits asking for help and visits from one of 
my flings, no one was the wiser as I already said.

Of course as you may have guessed I'm thirty-two now. 
I'm happy with my life though I still would love to get 
into some kind of scriptwriting full time.

So recently I was sent by my newspaper to Aaron 
Spelling's house for a huge charity event. Of course 
Aaron knew exactly who I was and was very glad I'd been 
sent to cover the gala.

He'd heard from friends what a great help I'd been and 
was looking forward to us becoming very good friends. He 
said he had many projects coming up and hoped I could be 
very hands on with more than a few of them. I loved the 
sound of that.

Of course Aaron was too busy to talk the whole time, so 
I wandered around his mansion, meeting people and taking 
notes for my newspaper article.

There were lots of famous people there, lots of gorgeous 
ladies, but the one that caught my eye was too young to 
truly be called a lady.

The girl must have been about fourteen.

She wasn't as tall as my wife, and unlike my wife's 
long, luxurious black locks, the girl had long, gorgeous 
platinum blonde hair.

She was the only underage person at the event and all 
the adults seemed to be ignoring her. She looked itching 
for some attention. So I decided to give it to her.

"Hi," I said walking up to her.

The first thing I noticed up close was her dark brown 
eyes. The girl had no makeup on and only wore a simple 
dress that didn't show off her young body.

"Hi!" She replied, her eyes widening, seeming very 
pleased I came up to talk to her.

"I'm Jim," I said. "Jim Geminelli." I offered her my 
hand.

"I'm Victoria," She said, shaking my hand. "Victoria 
Spelling. My father is a very famous man," Victoria 
added proudly. I could tell she enjoyed talking about 
it. "He's been involved in a lot of big television 
shows."

"I know who your father is," I smiled. "But right now 
I'm only interested in his daughter."

Victoria blushed a little but was obviously very pleased 
by my interest in her.

I could have told her why I was there and what I did, 
but I had the feeling she wanted to do all the talking, 
craved it in fact. So I let her. Before the night was 
over I had the feeling she was more than a little 
infatuated with me.

Though I spent most of the time with Victoria I did get 
my story, but it wasn't the most important thing on my 
mind.

"I hope we meet again," I said to the platinum blonde-
haired girl, taking her hand and kissing it. She blushed 
again, giggling this time.

I was sure I would see Victoria again, Aaron and I 
talked again and he really wanted my involvement as 
writer on several of his future shows. So I was sure I'd 
be back at the mansion at some point in the future.

When I got home I got out of the monkey suit and put it 
back in its garment bag. I showered, my cock hard with 
lust for Victoria. I'd never wanted anyone as young as 
her before. There was just something about her...

That night in bed I masturbated three times fantasizing 
about Victoria. I had a hard time sleeping.

But I wanted to go to the newspaper early the next 
morning, to type up my story on the Spelling charity 
gala and hand it in to my Editor so I could come back 
home and laze the day away.

I did go to the paper early as planned. My Editor was 
pleased with my story as always and sent it off to 
press. And I went home, planning to soak up some sun by 
my pool.

But my plans were not to be. When I returned home I 
found a young visitor waiting on my doorstep.

"I hope you don't mind me coming to visit unannounced," 
Victoria said, looking sheepish.

I smiled.

"Not at all," I said.

"I wanted to see you again!" She blurted, then blushed.

"I'm actually glad you did come," I told her. "I'd been 
wanting to see you again too. I've been thinking about 
you a lot."

"You have?" Victoria smiled, her face lighting up.

She looked different today. She was wearing makeup and 
dressed in some tight, sexy clothes. It was obvious she 
had some great tits underneath...

"Of course I have," I said. "You're quite a young 
woman."

Victoria looked excited and embarrassed all at once, and 
seemed unable to speak.

I invited her inside, glad it was one of the staff's 
days off. I showed her around the house, the first floor 
at least - I didn't want to be overly obvious about my 
intentions just yet - eventually ending up in the 
kitchen.

I asked Victoria if she wanted something to eat. She 
said she wasn't hungry.

"I'm actually too nervous to eat right now," She said.

"I wonder why that is..." I teased, making her giggle 
like a little girl.

"Tori, do you want to see the backyard?" I asked, since 
we could get out to it through the kitchen.

She looked at me with surprise.

"You called me Tori..."

"Is that bad?" I asked.

"No..." She said. "Adults always call me Victoria. When 
I was little dad did call me Tori, so do my friends at 
school."

"Is it all right to call you Tori, Tori?"

"Yes," She giggled.

"So do you want to see the backyard?" I asked her again.

"Okay."

I pulled back the curtain over the sliding door and 
opened it.

"Wow," Tori said as we stepped outside. "It's beautiful 
out here!"

"Thank you," I smiled.

The backyard was enclosed by a massive stone wall, and 
many varieties of flowers, trees and foliage bloomed 
everywhere. We had a fountain as well and a natural-
looking brook with a small waterfall. I led it through 
the foliage to the right, which eventually opened up 
onto our Olympic-sized swimming pool.

"Oh, wow!" Tori gushed.

"You like it?" I asked.

"I loved it!"

"Do you love to swim?"

"I do!" Tori nodded.

I started to unbutton my shirt.

"Want to go for a swim?"

Tori laughed, blushing.

"I don't have a swimsuit!"

"Neither do I..." I grinned at her.

I watched Tori watch me undress, and loved the way her 
eyes widened when she saw my large cock. Then I 
gracefully dived into the pool.

"Come on in!" I called out. "The water's fine!"

Without hesitation - though I'm sure with a little 
embarrassment - Tori began to undress. Slowly her 
amazing body was unveiled to my eyes.

Her thighs were coltish as my wife's once were.

She hardly had any hips yet, and her belly was soft and 
sexy. Her large breasts were high and firm, capped off 
by large brown areolae, her nipples stiff. And her young 
pussy was obscured by a thick, dark brown bush, a thin 
line of brown hair running up to her navel. My cock 
quickly hardened.

Tori saw me looking at her. She must have been pleased 
by the look on my face, she blushed but smiled.

Tori dived in. As soon as she drew close to me she 
noticed my hard on. She blushed but never said a word. 
She glanced at it often as we swam

I got a little playful, starting a game of tag. Just an 
excuse to touch her firm young body. Tori got into it, 
giggling.

Of course hands ended up going places inappropriate. I 
had grabbed one of her tits a few times, her tight, firm 
ass as well. And she let her fingers brush over my cock 
often. It was obvious she wanted it as much as I did.

Finally we exited the pool. We keep a cabinet with 
towels and terrycloth robes near the pool. I pulled out 
two robes.

Tori wrapped herself in one, shivering. I left mine 
hanging open. She kept ogling my cock.

We grabbed our clothes and went inside. I asked Tori if 
she wanted something to eat now, she said no. So I led 
her upstairs to my bedroom.

"Wow, you've got a big bedroom, Jim," She marveled.

The walls and carpet were all dark maroon in color, the 
dressers and bureaus a similar dark color.

"It has to be," I said, watching her carefully. "For my 
things and my wife's things as well."

Tori looked crestfallen. As I expected, She hadn't 
realized I was married. Not that that mattered.

"Tori," I said, moving towards her. I unsashed her robe. 
"I told you I wanted to see you again, and that I was 
glad you came today, and I meant it."

Slipping my arms inside her robe and around her I kissed 
her. She wrapped her arms around me and returned the 
kiss awkwardly but passionately.

I slipped my hands under her ass and lifted her up. Tori 
wrapped her legs around my waist as I led her to the 
bed, my cock throbbing obscenely against her.

Laying down on the bed, I started grinding my cock 
against her unshaven pussy. Tori moaned.

She started getting wet, and quickly grew wetter and 
wetter. My cock became coated in her juices.

I slipped my hand between us and grabbed my cock, 
pressing it against her slit as I slid along it. It 
finally found her opening and popped in.

I slowly slid forward, until my cock hit Tori's cherry. 
Letting go of my cock, I slid back and rammed my cock 
all the way in her.

Tori screamed into my mouth as I took her virginity, 
clinging to me tighter. I kept ramming my cock in and 
out of Tori hard and fast. Her body started to relax 
against me.

She started moaning again. But not in pain. Her body 
writhed under mine, her head thrashing back-and-forth. 
Her moans grew louder as her body convulsed wildly.

Tori's pussy began to spasm and suddenly she screamed in 
orgasm.

"OH, SHIT, I'M CUMMING!!!!! I'M CUMMINNNNNNG!!!!" She 
whimpered as she screamed.

Tori admitted later she'd been masturbating for years.

But last night was the first time she fantasized about 
someone she knew, and several times as well before she'd 
gone to sleep.

I kept fucking Tori's tight, tight pussy harder and 
faster, and she kept cumming more and more intensely. 
Some of her orgasms lasted longer and she multi-orgasmed 
a lot. Tori couldn't get enough.

I lasted almost thirty minutes before I cried out and 
jizzed deep inside of Tori, spurting off nine or ten 
times.

Of course I fucked her again right after. Later I taught 
Tori how to suck cock then let her be on top when we 
fucked.

I stopped flirting with famous women after that. Aside 
from my wife I mainly fucked Tori now, along with the 
other celebrities I'd already been boning.

Of course Aaron Spelling hired me as writer and I worked 
on many of his shows.

We did work at his mansion often, or at his office. And 
Tori always seemed to be around. Aaron noticed she'd 
taken a liking to me and encouraged the friendship, 
"friendship" being what he thought it was...

Aaron Spelling had many, many ideas for television 
shows, and more than a few of the potential future shows 
I saw another potential for.

I planned on pitching Aaron the idea of including a 
certain Tori Spelling in one of them... 

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 
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