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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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