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Gwyneth reflects on her own childhood lesbian experiences in her fantasies, and cannot resist the opportunity to both relive them and play the teacher with her younger friend. (Ff, ped, 1st-lesbian-expr, celeb-parody) *** This story is fictional fantasy and is not meant to imply anything about the actual sexual proclivities of any famous persons. Creative liberties were taken galore (including ignoring the fact that Kirsten Dunst's nickname is "Kiki" because I have no desire to type "Kiki" over and over again). The year was 1997, and Gwyneth Paltrow and Brad Pitt had been hosting 15-year-old starlet at their Malibu mansion. Brad was unexpectedly for a few days-worth of reshoots. "Don't worry Brad," Gwyneth said. "We girls won't gossip about you too much." Gwyneth sensed that Brad had a bit of a crush on his youthful former co-star, that he probably entertained fantasies of helping awaken the innocent young virgin into her blossoming sexuality. They had been having some pretty good sex while Kirsten was visiting, and she knew what was going through her head as they fucked. But did he have any suspicion of what was going through hers? Girlfun. The very word still made her pussy tingle. She and her teenaged girlfriends whispered to each other and giggled. It sounded innocent, and maybe it was in the beginning. Gentle kisses, cuddles, soft touches, hands going to sensitive places. But as the years went by, things became a lot less innocent. What a wonderful way to awaken to the potential of sexuality! Girls sharing each other's bodies, with never a hint of shame. How many girls did she spend time with in her teen years? Five? Six? In the later years, before high school ended, they were often several at a time. Only one thing was missing. An older woman. She and her friends used to whisper about finding an older woman, maybe one of their sexier teachers, to help them along. They used to talk about it as they stroked each other's pussies and share passionate kisses. They would wear short skirts and lure her, seduce her, make her theirs, and get her to use all of her experience to teach them all the sex tricks they need to know. Well, it never happened. They never dared. She never had the experience of being introduced to sex by an older woman. But could Kirsten? It was their evening in the hot tub that put them over the top. Who could resist that trim figure, so delicately purchased between girlhood and womanhood, that honey hair? And she was such a delightful girl too, smart and personable and with the cutest of smiles and such fetching dimples. A big star in the making, and a hugely desirable woman, too, and in a swim suit that clung to her developing body, Gwyneth noticed something that made her make her decision. As much as Gwyneth couldn't keep her eyes off Kirsten, Kirsten couldn't keep her eyes of Gwyneth. And why not? More than a movie star, she was a stately beauty, long-limbed and smooth skinned. The whole world loved her. And when Gwyneth felt Kirsten's eyes all over her, and caught that look of confused young lust, she kept it needed to happen. "So Kirsten," asked Gwyneth, sitting across from her in the hot tub. "Do you have a boyfriend?" "No," giggled Kirsten. "Nobody asks me out." "Of course the silly boys don't... the prettiest girls never get asked out." Kirsten smiled modestly. "I guess not..." "Do you have a crush on anyone?" Gwyneth asked. Before Kirsten could even finish, she asked, "Is it Brad?" This really made Kirsten giggle. "Oh no, I think of him like a brother." "Pretty hunky brother," said Gwyneth. "If he were my brother... I guess I'd still be fucking him!" Kirsten laughed, uncomfortable, excited. She was obviously surprised to see the overtly cultured and prim Gwyneth Paltrow use such language. "But seriously," asked Gwyneth, "have you been with a boy yet?" "I guess not," said Kirsten. "How about a girl?" This really set Kirsten off laughing, but she changed the subject quickly, and Gwyneth decided to leave it for then, though she would have loved to have ravished Kirsten right then and there, melting into her in the hot tub, invading her little tits and untouched pussy. She bet that Kirsten would not resist either. But she decided to wait for another time. She spent that night in bed teasing her pussy, making her plans, coming again and again. She did not attempt to hide her moans, hoping Kirsten might hear. They next day, as they sat together on a white couch, Gwyneth told her about the screenplay she was reading for Shakespeare in Love, and how great it was, but she was intimidated by the nude scenes. She had done several already, but these were obviously the most intense. "I really wonder if I should do it." Kirsten was a little flustered and giggled. "Do you mind being seen naked?" "I minded those Playgirl magazine shots!" she cried. Kirsten didn't seem what she meant. "A couple of years ago, some damned paparazzi got some shots of Brad and me at a resort. We were... naked." Kirsten visibly blushed. She obviously knew nothing about this. "Let me show you," Gwyneth said. "You kept it!" cried Kirsten. "You don't throw away something like this." She went to a nearby cabinet and got the issue. She opened it to the pages and laid it down on the coffee table in front of them. And then the two of them were looking down on pictures of Gwyneth and Brad Pitt, stark naked. It showcased Gwyneth's hairy pussy and Brad's uncircumcised cock. She studied Kirsten's face, a mask of embarrassment and desire. "Yeah, some paparazzo got us at this cabin we were staying at. No idea about it till later. We were furious when it happened, and managed to get the issues pulled. But plenty still got out there. At least we both look good in these pictures – Brad especially!" Kirsten giggled loudly. Here she was, staring at Brad Pitt's cock! Not to mention Gwyneth's own tight, naked body and small but fetching tits. "In time, we learned to laugh it off. In fact, it's a little bit exciting. All those people looking at our bodies. Kind of a thrill?" Kirsten looked amazed to hear Gwyneth talk like that. "I guess Brad and I have a bit of exhibitionist in us. I mean, why do you think we like to walk around naked? That is, when we think we're naked. The pictures came out, and we felt violated at first, but the more we thought about it, the more it got us... kind of hot." She saw a little shiver run through Kirsten and knew the time was right. "What about you, honey?" asked Gwyneth, surreptitiously placing a hand on Kirsten's shoulders. "Did you think you'll show that body of yours to the world some day? You know that once you turn 18, you'll get offers." "I don't... I don't know..." said Kirsten. "All the boys will be so happy to see you naked... what about that People Most Beautiful shot of yours?" She thought back on the coquettish little girl looking out from that image. "Do you think some boys out there are buying that magazine and hiding it until their mattresses? I mean you looked so sweet and adorable in it." "Yes, but I don't think..." "Oh take it from me – there were some boys out there giving themselves wonderful pleasures over it, thinking about your body. And probably more than a few of the girls too!" Now Kirsten's jaw literally dropped. The moment to strike was right. "Have you and your friends ever played around a little bit?" Gwyneth asked. "Your cheerleader friends?" "N... no." "That's a shame. Nothing more natural than young girls exploring each other's bodies growing up. My friends and I: we called it girlfun. We could get each other excited just by saying the word: 'girlfun.' In fact, I still can." Kirsten said, "But I'm not..." "A lesbian? Neither am I! But I did make some wonderful memories with some female friends when I was your age. Look... it's no big deal. Just some fun." At that she pulled her shirt off and cast it aside. She wore no bra. Her lovely breasts were exposed to the teenager. "Isn't this a better look at them than you get in the pictures?" Kirsten trembled. "Gwen, I don't know what... I don't know..." "You can't fool me, my lovely. I know what it was like to be a young girl. All young girls are fascinated by breasts. When I was your age, if I had a grown woman's breasts to look at and play with, it'd have been like winning the Oscar." She reached up and cupped her small tits, caressing them, squeezing them. Her nipples were already hard. She cupped them, holding them out as if as an offering. "It's okay honey. You're safe. There's nobody here but us girls." A nervous smile crossed Kirsten's lips as she reached out and tentatively touched Gwyneth's breasts, sending a line of pleasure right to her pussy, which was soaking through her shorts. Gwyneth leaned back on the couch and bade Kirsten to crouch beside her. "They're yours baby. Play with them. Play with them play with them play with them..." As Kirsten got more into it, she lavished more and more attention onto Gwyneth's pretty breasts, squeezing, rubbing, feeling their weight. She closed her eyes and went back into her past, when she and her friends could spend hours doing this and lose all track of time. She whispered, "You can use your mouth, honey." Kirsten looked up at her, nervous but excited, and Gwyneth smiled lustily. Then the teen's mouth was upon her, kissing and sucking her excited nipples. She was impressed to see her young charge taking going at it with such eagerness. She cooed and praised Kirsten with soft words... "feels great... keep going... you're so beautiful." Meanwhile, her hands gently stroked Kirsten's back and sides, lighting touching, travelling. Occasionally Kirsten would break her mouth from Gwyneth's tits and look up at the beautiful older woman's face; Gwyneth drew her in for a quick kiss and then returned her to her suckling. Gwyneth had held herself back too long. She slipped her hand into her shorts and worked on her clit, timing it with Kirsten's enthusiastic sucks, even as her other hand tangled in Kirsten's blond hair. She moaned louder, and though Kirsten was obviously scared, she was excited too. Gwyneth's rhythms quickened and at last she knew the moment had come and she shrieked: "Suck my tits you lovely little girl! Help me come!" She trembled and cried, and almost blacked out as the orgasm washed over. When she returned to earth, Kirsten was looking at her, a distressed look on her face. Gwyneth smiled. "Sorry if I scared you, honey. That was sooo nice. You helped me cum, honey. You helped me cum." Still glowing and beaming from her orgasm, she brought her hand up from her pussy, and almost by instinct, she extended a honey-soaked finger to Kirsten. The teen hesitated only a second before sticking out a pink tongue to lick it, and then closed her mouth around it. "Oh god, you're such a hot little girl," Gwyneth told her as she fellated her finger. "No wonder Brad has the hots for you." At that, Kirsten reared back in shock. Gwyneth wondered if she had gone too far, this time. "I'm sure of it. Even back when you were filming Interview; oh he wouldn't have done anything inappropriate, he's a gentleman that way. But in his mind – you wouldn't need to be a pedophile to get a crush on you, my dear. And it's not too late." "For what?" "Well, are you a virgin?" Kirsten shrugged. "I guess so." "You can lose it to Brad." Kirsten breathed heavily. "If you don't want to, you don't have to. It's what you want. But bear in mind, you can have this." Gwyneth snatched up the magazine in front of her and indicated Brad's muscled body. "And this..." she pointed to the long cock hanging between his legs. Kirsten giggled nervously, sweetly. "I don't know..." "Did you enjoy what we just did?" asked Gwyneth. "Yes!" cried Kirsten, her voice a mess of conflicting emotions. "Definitely, yes!" "Then for the rest of the time we are together, we can, if you want, continue to play. More girlfun." Kirsten giggled, but nodded. "And then, when Brad arrives... well you can decide. You can lose your virginity to the world's biggest movie star. Or you can hold it, maybe give it to some boy your age. No need to decide right now, but remember: it'd be the three of us." "Really?" asked Kirsten. "Oh yes! Brad making love to sweet beautiful young virgin Kirsten Dunst – that's not a spectacle I'd miss. See, Brad and I love each other but we occasionally have other women in our bed. Your friend Winona Ryder, for instance." "What? Winona?" "Yes!" said Gwyneth. "She's an old friend, and a great lover too. Sometimes she comes over when Brad isn't here and we have some great fun together. Let off some steam, just us girls." "I can't believe that, Winona seems so..." "Repressed? It's kind of an act. She's a passionate, kinky, complex woman. And partial to younger girls too. I don't know if I should tell you this, but on the set of Little Women she and Claire Danes..." "Claire!" cried Kirsten of her co-star. "They had a few cozy nights in Winona's trailer, I am told." In fact, Winona was frustrated that she didn't make it farther than convincing the willowy young beauty to watch some erotica with her and share some masturbating. Claire didn't want to Winona touch her, so even though Winona related some hot tales of the moans they shared and the trailer filling up with the smell of teen pussy, Gwyneth knew she wanted to do a lot more with Claire than that, but the teen was too straight. I've already made it farther with Kirsten! Gwyneth thought with a thrill. "So you haven't played with any boy or girl before today?" asked Gwyneth of Kirsten. "Not even a kiss?" "Well," said Kirsten, "not a French kiss." "So you gave an older woman some excellent titlove before you had a French kiss? Well, it's time to remedy that." She grasped Kirsten in her arms and bought their lips together, snaking her tongue into the young star's mouth. She was impressed with how clean and fresh it felt inside, Kirsten was obviously shocked and took a moment to go along with it, but then gave up her tongue eagerly. What a trooper! Their tongues wrestled and played. When they broke their kiss, Gwyneth felt the girl's heart pounding but she looked thrilled. "Kirsten," she said. "I'm going to get you naked. I'm going to suck your tits and touch you all over. And then I'm going to do my darnedest to make you cum. Do you have any objection?" Kirsten's eyes lit up with lust, and she shook her head slightly. "Then let's get to it." She reached out and gave Kirsten's shirt a playful tug and then helped her take it off. Unlike Gwyneth, Kirsten was wearing a bra, a delicate and lacy affair that cradled her small handfuls. It was a shame to take this off so quickly, Gwyneth decided, so she ran her fingers over the silk, feeling its softness, seeing baby nipples beginning to poke through from within. "Mine aren't very big," Kirsten sighed. "Neither are mine!" Gwyneth said, reaching back to cup her breasts momentarily. "Yours will be bigger than mine when you finish developing, mark my words." At that, she reached behind Kirsten and undid the bra, freeing her little beauties. Gwyneth cooed and fawned over them: the little nipples' pink hue was so delicate and tempting, she wondered if Kirsten would consent to some photographs. They would not last like this together, these delicate nubs straining for touch. Gwyneth caressed them, ran her palms and fingers over them, felt the nipples stiffened, and then blessed them with her mouth. As she felt Kirsten's body tense and listened to her gentle moans, she knew this girl had sensitive nipples, indeed. Their pace was not hurried. Gwyneth lavished attention on the exposed breasts and the rest of Kirsten's naked skin, her hands and mouth wandering wherever she liked. Occasionally the girls kissed, and Gwyneth playfully pressed her larger breasts and their adult nipples against Kirsten's girlish, developing one – "introducing them," she called it. Kirsten and Gwyneth giggled and kissed and cuddled and laughed. They were two girls playing, unashamed; the distinction being that they were two gorgeous movie stars and that there was a decade separating them in terms of age. "Don't you like girlfun?" asked Gwyneth at one point between hot little kisses. "I believe I do!" Kirsten cried, and Gwyneth knew she had awakened something in her. It would not shock her at all if her next move would be to draw some of her little friends into her confidence and share some of her new secrets. Gwyneth kissed down Kirsten's neck, tongue-bathed each breast and then kissed downwards, stopping to dab her tongue in Gwyneth's navel and getting a delightful giggle as a reward. Now it was time for the final frontier. She shimmied down Kirsten's shorts and then only her plain cotton panties, stained at the crotch with excited the feminine wetness the scent of which filled the air – Kirsten must be one wet girl, she thought! – separated her from her prize. Hesitating a moment, Gwyneth looked up at Kirsten and searched her face for even the slightest hint of hesitation. Instead, she saw one seriously horny little girl, topless and panting and beside herself with lust, and fairly begging for what will happen next. So Gwyneth felt nothing but satisfaction when she pulled those panties down and watched Kirsten spread her legs. "It's such a beauty!" Gwyneth said. "A bare little beauty!" It was actually not quite bare, but the little blonde wisps of hair were traceless, decorative. Kirsten's pussy had pale pink lips and looked clean and fresh, and smelled like spring even as it oozed a clear stream of girlie-juice. Taking an initiative that surprised Gwyneth, she reached down and pulled her lips apart. "Look at my clit, Gwen," she said as the tiny little bud poked free. "It's hard and excited." Kirsten ran a trembling finger over it and shuddered. "You little minx, you're not the innocent you pretend to be!" Kirsten smiled naughtily, a look that broke Gwyneth's heart and made her pussy throb. Put that look on the screen and the little babe would have boys and men popping boners in movie theatres worldwide. "Well," said Gwyneth, "it's so much better to let a friend do it." Probing hands went out, one finger replacing Kirsten's on her clit while the other slid right into her pussy, easily accepting it with all of its wetness. She hooked her finger upwards, and soon replaced the finger on Kirsten's clit with her tongue. She ate from her, lapped up all the moisture and set the girl into a cooing frenzy. In time, Kirsten let out a moan to rock the foundations, and Gwyneth hastened her tongue. The excited girl did not last long under the older woman's skillful ministrations, cumming hard, and leaving behind a hot, sweaty girl for Gwyneth to cuddle. "I never came like that before," moaned Kirsten as she and Gwyneth held each other close. "So much better than my hand." "Oh, my little baby," said Gwyneth. "There'll be plenty more where that came from." Suddenly something came over here and she stood Kirsten, stretching out on the couch in the haze of orgasm, satisfied but still ready for more. For an instant, Gwyneth imagined Kirsten's flat tummy and small tits pelted by Brad's cum, and she imagined licking it off and feeding it to Kirsten... but she pushed it out of her mind. For now, the girl was hers and hers only. Gwyneth was still wearing her panties, though that was all, and there was a mighty spot of wetness marking her scotch. Standing there, breasts bared before her young lover, she suddenly felt wonderfully powerful. For a long time the two of them stayed in this position, Gwyneth standing and Kirsten lying there, just looking at each other, and then Kirsten reached her hand out and ran a surreptitious finger over the outside of her mentor's panties. In response, Gwyneth reached down and lowered them. She felt proud of her pubes and was really glad that she had not had a waxing done in some time. As she felt Kirsten's eyes on her hairy vagina, she felt like a primal figure of womanliness, and she spread her legs a bit more. Girlcum dripped. "It's my pussy, Kirsten," she said, and felt a thrill of power and passion run through her. "And it's for you." She saw the look of lust and wonder on Kirsten's face and knew that their time together had only begun. * The next few days, the two lovers were rarely separated, and the house was full of the sounds and smells of girlfun. In time, Kirsten got to return the favour and use her mouth on Gwyneth. Her eagerness and her willingness to take instruction led to a thunderous orgasm and a mouthful of tasty cum for Kirsten. Gwyneth brought out her dildos and showed them off for Kirsten, who tried a few of the smaller ones in her own little pussy. Gwyneth regretted not having a strap-on; she was not very experienced with them but had been on the receiving end when Winona brought one. The idea of Kirsten wearing one, a huge black cock jutting out from her tiny frame, filled her with excitement. She contemplated inviting Winona Ryder over, but she didn't quite want to share her toy yet. Of course they spoke of Brad, and they made their plans. Gwyneth played the man in some of their role plays and she told her young charge what she needed to know to please a man. They watched a lot of porn together while lying in bed, gently stroking each other's breasts and pussies as the mood struck them. It was mostly male-female stuff they watched. Gwyneth rhapsodized about how good a cock feels and gave her little pupil some tips. She was not raising a little lesbian here, she knew. Kirsten liked boys. But she liked girl too, or at least she liked Gwyneth. As the days went by, Gwyneth realized how many levels she was enjoying herself on. On one hand, it was nostalgic – reliving her girlfun days with all those pretty young girls, and letting her play a giggling, unspoiled adolescent again. But at the same time, she was an adult and Kirsten was her conquest. She found she got off on the idea of ushering this sweet, untouched young star into sexual maturity. A few days in she visited an aesthetician and got a Brazilian. Kirsten thought it was funny (and sexy) that her older mentor suddenly had a smoother pussy than hers, and Gwyneth found it enabled her retreat to the years of her sexual awakening. "Now I'm a little girl like you!" she said, and they both giggled. They had some fun rubbing them together. At one point, while Kirsten was in the bath, Gwyneth made her way in and plunked herself on the toilet to pee. The moment the urine hit the water, Gwyneth saw a look of surprise and lust cross Kirsten's face that was very special, like the look of somebody becoming acquainted with one of their own turn-ons for the first time. She wondered if Kirsten might be interested in some pee-play, but that seemed a bit advanced for now. The two of them fell asleep each night cuddling together. Gwyneth felt a rosy glow because she knew Kirsten would forever more feel her first sexual experiences were positive, safe and warm. Despite the enthusiasm Kirsten displayed, Gwyneth doubted very much that she would grow up to be a lesbian. She was fairly convinced, however, that she would grow up to be a kinky chick very much in touch with her sexuality. All the better for the boys and girls who crossed her path! * Brad arrived home. Gwyneth left a note; take a shower and then come up to the bedroom. He wondered what Gwyneth had planned, but did not suspect the truth. He showered in the downstairs basement and then walked up the stairs buck naked, knocking on the door to make sure Gwyneth knew he was there. "Come in, Brad!" came his ladylove's voice, the same seductive tone he had heard a thousand times but which never failed to arouse him. "I have a treat for you!" Brad opened the door. Standing in the center of the room was Kirsten Dunst. She wore nothing but a nervous smile and a red ribbon tied over her belly, with a big bow on it. "Here's your present!" said Gwyneth. She was standing behind Kirsten, also completely naked, her hands on her young charge's shoulders. Brad ate up the visage of Kirsten: her small, pink- tipped tits, her smooth teenaged skin, and a nearly hairless little pussy. His cock began to harden, and in record time it attained its full length and girth. "Hi Brad," said Kirsten, a bit shyly. "Welcome home." "Hi Kristen," he said, and took a few steps closer to her. Kirsten stepped forward and kneeled, planting a little kiss on Brad's cockhead and then opening her mouth to close it around the tip. Gwyneth stepped up and put her hand on Kirsten's head, guiding her into a slow, smooth rhythm. With her other hand, Gwyneth ran her hand over Brad's abs, and kissed him passionately. His hand went down to caress her breasts and body. "Just what have you two girls been up to?" he asked when they broke their kiss. "Oh, I don't know," said Gwyneth with a smile, tangling her hand in Kirsten's golden hair as she bobbed up and down Brad's cock. "Girlfun." 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 - Celebrity Parody Archive