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(M/f, ped, voy, celeb-parody) *** Author's Note: I'm trying out a new series for RU. The series title is actually misleading. An alternate take on it could be "Babies Making Babies" since it'll feature thirteen and fourteen year olds and mothers think of their daughters at that age as their babies still, but no one will actually be getting pregnant, it's just a line I'll be using in the first "Making Babies" story. Each story will feature a female celebrity back when she was "sweet and innocent". That doesn't mean they will all be virgins, these are just stories before fame fucked them up. Each story will actually follow a similar theme: Some male adult in authority will end up having sex with the young celebrity. It may seem romantic to the girl, like love or infatuation, when it's just sex to the guy but he cares enough for her not to hurt her. Get it? First celebrity up is Britney Spears. And the adult male she is close to will be of a familiar job description to my Constant Readers. I hope you like it ~ G] *** I'm a photographer. I mostly do family portraits or photograph babies or young children, with other rare requests. I make good money, so I don't feel like I'm missing out on anything. One of my rare requests came from a Mrs. Spears. She had a strong Southern accent and wanted me to do several photo shoots with her fourteen year old daughter Britney Jean. Mrs. Spears went on to tell me her daughter already had been exposed to a measure of fame and I may have seen her already. I don't have a family of my own nor do I have nieces and nephews so I've never seen The Mickey Mouse Club but I'll take her word for it. Mrs. Spears went on to say her daughter was destined for bigger and better things, and these photo shoots would be a stepping stone for her. And Mrs. Spears was offering to pay well, not that the extra money was an inducement to do what I love to do already. She dropped her daughter of at our first designated appointment time, introduced us and left. She had on blue jeans and a halter top that showed off a bit of her flat but unmuscled belly. Her hair was dark blonde and straight, worn with bangs. "So do you prefer Britney Jean or BJ?" I asked. She laughed. "I think of girls named BJ as girls who like to do that naughty thing with their mouths," She said with a Southern accent not as strong as her mother's. "I'm not saying I DON'T do that, but I'm not saying I do either. I just prefer Britney." "All right, Britney. And I just prefer Jim." Britney offered me her hand. "Nice to meet you, Jim." I shook her proffered hand. "It's good to meet you," I said sincerely. Britney had good manners and was very pleasant to be around. And we immediately seemed to form a bond. We liked the same movies and music, I was surprised she liked Rock. I knew she wasn't like most fourteen year olds, not that I've dealt with many. She was mature for her age, knew what she wanted. Britney wanted to be a Pop singer. Sure, she'd do some "bubble gum" Pop like she was doing now but more sophisticated, and she do more grown up songs as well. Britney sang a few lines for me. When she sang the Southern accent was gone and she had a very sexy, grown up singing voice. Her mother was right, I could see her going places. And she was gorgeous too, even without makeup. I couldn't help but stare at her often. Britney would blush and smile, then look away briefly. But I could tell she liked my fervent glances. I could tell she was open-minded, and interested in me. Every chance Britney got, she'd lean up against me, or if I was sitting down, like showing her the latest photos from our shoot on my computer, Britney would lean against me, pressing her already well- developed breasts into me. I guessed her at a C-cup. Britney's put her hand on me often, on my knee, my thigh, on my chest, shoulder or bare arm. And I'd reciprocate, putting my hand on her bare shoulder a lot. And I could tell Britney was made uncomfortable by my touch. I finally pushed things way further. We were between photo sets, Britney was relaxing against a wall in her usual jeans and a tight, strapless halter top that showed A LOT of belly and clung to her breasts. I stood next her on her left and reached across her chest and cupped her right breast. Britney said nothing nor did anything. "You are a very sexy girl," I said softly as I lightly squeezed her breast. "Someday you'll meet the right guy, you'll get married, and start making babies. Lots of babies," I smirked. "Oh, I love making babies now," Britney smiled, cuddling against me, slipping her hand down to my upper thigh. "I mean I'm on the pill, but of love THE ACT of making babies... I love it a lot." I slipped my other arm around her and pulled her to me. "Want to make a baby?" I asked, then kissed Britney. She smiled, sliding her hand up to my crotch and giving it a squeeze. "I was hoping you'd ask. I love having sex with grown men. But I don't get the opportunity much," She sighed. I slid down her halter top exposing her right breast. Her areolae was large and oval-shaped, a medium born in color. Britney's hand went to my khakis and had them open in a flash, my cock out and stroking it. I was hard quick. "I'm so wet," Britney whispered. Letting go of my cock, she undid her jeans and pushed them off with her red panties. Her pussy was unshaven, her pubes almost black in color. So Brit wasn't a natural blonde... My cock throbbed and my balls ached. I grabbed Britney by the waist and hoisted her up on a stool. Spreading her legs, I grabbed my cock and sank it into her very wet pussy. Britney groaned, wrapping her arms around my neck. I grabbed her firm, grown up ass and began to pound her tight pussy. It kept getting hotter and hotter. Her groans kept getting louder and louder. I felt Britney's pussy tighten up more as her body stiffened. Then she orgasmed hard. She screamed, throwing back her head. I roughly kneaded the girl's ass as I kept up my hyper pace, making Britney shriek and writhe against me. She held me tight as I pounded her through a dozen and a half or so orgasms before I pumped my seed into her thirty minutes later. We were both covered in sweat. Britney's left breast had escaped from her top during our fuck, both glistening with sweat. "Ohhh..." Britney moaned. "That was the best baby making session I ever had!" "I'm hoping we'll have many chances to improve on that one..." I winked, then kissed Britney. "Oh, yeah!" Britney moaned. "I want to do it with you lots and lots of times!" And that was how I became a very, very happy photographer... THE END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 81