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Making Babies: Amanda Bynes
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)

***

I hardly know one of my neighbors but she asks me to 
watch her daughter then hightails it out of there. I 
soon find out why she was in such a hurry to get away 
from her daughter. (M/f, ped, 1st, oral, celeb-
parody)

***

I just wanted to say I LOVE and adore Amanda Bynes, 
this is a parody and I don't view her like this. I 
did research her like I like to do for my celebrity 
stories, especially my "When They Were Preteens" 
series on KB (now up to twenty "WTWP" stories!) to 
make this fictional story feel more realistic.

Again, this is just a parody of Amanda based on the 
exaggerations of her life as well as the truths. I 
hope you enjoy this story and take it with a grain of 
salt ~ G]

***

[1999 Thousand Oaks, California]

There was a knock on my apartment door. Of course I 
answered it. There stood one of my apartment 
neighbors on this floor, Mrs. Bynes, with her cute 
little daughter Amanda. I'd heard she was thirteen. 
She smiled up at me.

"Hi, Jim, I'm SO sorry to bother you but I need a 
big, big favor! I'm in a rush, my husband is waiting 
for me downstairs.
 
We really have to leave quickly and we were hoping 
you could watch Amanda, we can't take her with us. 
Thanks! See you later!"

Mrs. Bynes gently pushed Amanda into my apartment and 
rushed off to the waiting elevator. She got in and 
hit the LOBBY button, the doors closed before I could 
even speak.

Hell, I couldn't speak because I was shocked by her 
abrupt request as well as her abrupt departure. 
Amanda was still smiling up at me.

I was acquainted with the Bynes but not really 
friends. They invited me to all of their big parties, 
I think it was mostly because I was a thirty-one year 
old bachelor and they hoped I'd meet a nice girl 
there. Oh, I did meet girls, and always brought one 
back to my apartment for one wild night or weekend.

I rarely saw Amanda at these parties, and when I did 
she seemed quiet and sweet.

But I'd heard the rumors. I talk to most of the other 
tenants in the building, all of whom know the Bynes 
family, many closely and they say Amanda has some 
condition.

They say it makes her just talk and talk and talk. 
I'm sure it's not hyperactivity. I know she loves her 
candy and Coca-Cola. One time I was at one of the 
Bynes' parties and noticed among the bowls of party 
snacks were large bowls of Skittles, Starburst, 
Butterfingers and Junior Mints. I was ready to help 
myself to some when Amanda's mother said "Oh, no, 
those are Amanda's. She just LOVES those candies."

I then remembered the times I'd see her at the 
parties Amanda would be stuffing her face with 
Skittles and Butterfingers and the like but she 
seemed fine. And Coke. Amanda ALWAYS had a can of it 
in her hand. And she wasn't fat at all considering 
how many sweets she must eat!

I was getting a close up look at that right now as 
Amanda stood in my apartment. She had on a green 
halter top and darker green shorts [every time I had 
seen Amanda see had on a lot of green, one of her 
siblings once told me green is her favorite color] 
that showed off her slim arms and coltish thighs, as 
well as her budding, braless breasts.

Amanda was very cute, as well as borderline sexy, 
with that straight brown her almost halfway down her 
back, that gorgeous face and those green eyes. Those 
eyes really got to me.

"Hi, Amanda," I said, not sure what else to say.

"Hi, Jim," She said, smiling wider. "Is it all right 
to call you Jim, Jim? I mean my mom called you Jim 
but you're both grownups so that might be different 
so if you want I'll call you Mr. Geminelli of Mr. G." 
Amanda said all that in a near torrent, though she 
said it all clearly and fluently.

"It's all right, you can call me Jim," I told her.

Amanda nodded and looked around.

"Cool stereo system! I love listening to music, all 
kinds of music, but especially '80s music. Rock, Pop, 
Country, RandB, you name it, I love music. I have 
lots of tapes and CDs and I have an MP3 player too 
and I burn CDs of songs of the internet, I love 
music," She smiled.

"Me, too."

"Do you have anything to drink? I'm parched," Amanda 
said. Talking the way she did I wasn't surprised.

"I'm sure I have something," I said, leading her to 
the kitchen. "What would you like?"

"Do you have Coke?" No surprise there.

I opened my fridge. "Is RC all right?"

"Yeah. I love Coke but I like RC too. Sometimes 
Pepsi. Or Jolt Cola. They're all good but Coke is my 
favorite."

I handed her a can of RC and she thanked me.

"Don't drink it too fast or you might get the 
hiccups," I half joked. I just didn't want Amanda to 
go through all my RC in a matter of minutes.

"I won't," She laughed. "You're funny. I like that. 
Funny people make me laugh. I love I Love Lucy. She's 
so funny! Do you like I Love Lucy? She's my idol, 
she's so funny! She's pretty too. I hope I'm as 
pretty as her when I grow up.

I'm funny too! You know I'm on TV, right? I've been 
on All That and Figure It Out." I have seen those 
Nick shows when I'd visit one of my sisters and my 
nieces/nephews would be watching them sometimes. "And 
guess what? I'm getting my own show soon! It's called 
The Amanda Show! Because it's all about me!

It's my show! Because I'm funny, just like Lucy! Well 
I'm almost as funny as Lucy, but someday I want to be 
as funny as Lucy, she's so funny!"

Amanda drank some more of her cola. "I hope I'm not 
talking too much," She said. "Mom says I do that 
sometimes. It drives them crazy. Sometimes they have 
to get away from me, like today. They say they need a 
break from me."

"No, you're not talking too much," I said. Actually, 
Amanda was. It was a little annoying. But kind of 
interesting too. And she was cute and all, in her 
tight top and tighter shorts. She had a cute medium-
sized butt that looked like it'd burst out of those 
short shorts if Amanda bent over!

Her nipples were stiff too. They weren't when she got 
there. Did something excite her? Was it me? I 
thought, blushing a little. Nah, it was more likely 
Amanda was turned on by words, saying lots and lots 
of words.

"If you want to watch TV, finish that soda here, 
because my TV is in my bedroom and I don't want you 
to spill any on my bed.

"Okay," She nodded, finishing her soda and handing me 
the can. I rinsed it out and left it in the dish 
drainer to drain.

"I love watching TV shows!" She said at the same time 
and as I led her upstairs to my bedroom. "New shows, 
old shows, I love all of them. I especially love I 
Love Lucy. She's so funny! And pretty! Did I tell you 
I think she's pretty? She's very pretty and I want to 
be as pretty as her when I grow up. Do you think I'll 
be as pretty as her when I grow up?"

Before she could continue, I stopped and put my hand 
over her mouth. "I think you're as pretty as Lucy 
now," I said. "Maybe even more pretty."

I moved my hand from Amanda's mouth. She was smiling 
widely. "Thank you," was all she said. And I noticed 
her nipples were harder.

Amanda was quiet as the rest of the way to my 
bedroom. I motioned for her to go in first. I 
suddenly felt excited bringing her in my bedroom all 
alone, and I felt like a pervert for feeling excited. 
That didn't stop my cock from getting hard.

Nor did it stop me from closing the door behind us.

Amanda stood there quietly. Maybe if my bedroom 
wasn't so bland she'd have something to say.

My bedroom doesn't have much character, no posters, 
no trophies or knickknack on top of my bureaus. I had 
the walls painted a medium blue and the carpeting was 
dark blue. The one window in my bedroom I had the 
shades drawn on, making the blues look even darker.

I had a large bed facing a massive flat screen TV. I 
slipped off my shoes and got up on the bed, leaning 
back against the wall.

I motioned for Amanda to join me, patting the bed 
beside me. She grinned and slipped off her sneakers 
before climbing up over me and planting herself right 
next to me. At first she leaned against me.

"What do you want to watch?" I asked.

"I don't know," She said. "Anything you want."

As I surfed through the channels one show caught 
Amanda's eye and she got excited. She moved away from 
me and sat on her knees, acting giddy.

"I love this show! It's so cool! And I love the 
actors in it!

One of them was on this other show, and another guest 
starred on another show! One of the actresses is 
really a singer! She sings a lot of songs I like!"

Amanda started naming all the songs the 
actress/singer sang, then she started to talk about 
other shows, other actors, what other shows they were 
on or guest starred on. Amanda went on and on for 
several minutes without stopping.

Part of me found her knowledge of the TV shows and 
stars interesting. But as she talked on and on I was 
getting somewhat annoyed, wishing she'd use her mouth 
for something else...

I suddenly swung my legs over the side of my bed and 
stood up. Amanda didn't even notice, still rambling 
on, though very coherently.

I unbuckled my belt, opened my khakis and stepped out 
of them, laying them over my long, low bureau. I 
climbed back on the bed and knelt next to the girl.

"Amanda!"

She stopped talking finally and whipped her head in 
my direction.

"You do talk too much," I said firmly. Amanda 
blushed.

She hadn't noticed I had taken off my pants. "Use 
your mouth for something more productive," I said as 
I reached into my boxers and whipped out my throbbing 
cock right in front of her face. Amanda's nipples got 
even harder.

"Okay!" She grinned. She took my cock in her hand and 
aimed it at her mouth. Leaning forward, the girl sank 
her lips down my shaft. She had maybe half or more in 
her mouth when my cock butted the back of her throat.

Amanda moaned and started bobbing her head along my 
cock, slowing taking more and more as it slipped down 
her throat. This girl did know how to use her mouth 
for something other than just talking incessantly!

Her mouth felt amazing around my cock, like Amanda 
was some porn star cocksucking pro! Her tongue twined 
around my shaft like a snake as she sucked harder and 
faster.

I was so surprised when the thirteen year old actress 
had over three-quarters of my length down her throat 
without gagging! Amanda moaned the whole time, 
eagerly pleasuring me immensely.

Some fifteen minutes passed by before I felt my 
orgasm cumming.

"I'm going to cum soon!" I groaned.

Amanda's eyes went wide. She slipped her mouth off of 
my cock. "Should I-Is it... Do you want me to swallow 
when you cum?"

"Would you?" I asked.

Amanda smiled and nodded. Slipping my cock back into 
her mouth, she built her speed back up. My balls 
tightened up. My cock swelled up. Amanda moaned. I 
grunted and began to pump bolt after bolt of jizz 
into her.

Amanda looked shocked as the first bolt blew out of 
my cock. Her eyes grew wider than the first time but 
she caught herself and swallowed down my jizz. I 
spurted and spurted and she gulped each blast down 
without hesitation. I shot off nine or ten times, I 
hadn't been with a girl in a few weeks.

Finally spent, I slid my cock from her mouth and 
collapsed down on the bed. When I finally looked at 
Amanda she started to blush darker.

"Hey," I started, placing my hand on her upper arm. 
"Why are you blushing?"

"I-I... I had had never did that before?" She blurted 
out, looking away.

"What?!? But, Amanda, you were just amazing!"

She slowly turned back to me, smiling. I guess the 
look on my face told Amanda I was sincere, there were 
no questions, only "Thank you."

"Where did you learn to suck like a porn star? I 
mean, ummm..." It was my turn to blush.

Amanda laughed. "Well, since I trust you not to tell 
on me, it was from a porn star. I saw a porn tape 
once, and was fascinated by how the girl sucked on 
the guy's... ummm... is it all right to say cock?"

"To me you can," I assured her, running my fingers 
along her arm gently.

"His cock was big like yours, a lot bigger than my 
brothers," Amanda giggled. "But the girl swallowed 
the whole thing! I decided I wanted to do that too, 
so I'd sneak cucumbers up to my room to....ummm, 
practice," She blushed.

"Well practice paid off," I beamed. "You're on your 
way to being a porn star too! And you were great with 
your tongue as well."

"I don't want to be a porn star," She laughed also, 
blushing. "I'm just a kid anyway. And thanks. I never 
actually practiced the tongue part, it just 
happened..." Amanda giggled.

I sat up and unbuttoned my shirt, slipping it off and 
throwing it atop my bureau with my khakis. I put my 
hand on Amanda's cheek. "Were you curious about 
anything else she did besides just suck cock?"

"Well," Amanda said, starting to look away.

I turned her face back to me and gave her a very, 
very grown up kiss. Amanda was surprised at first but 
soon eagerly returned the kiss.

I untucked her halter top and pulled it up above her 
young tits, fondling them. Amanda moaned.

Breaking the kiss, she pulled her top over her head 
and dropped it off the side of the bed. My eyes slid 
down to the tits I was still fondling. Her areolae 
were light brown and medium in size, somewhat oval in 
shape. Her nipples were fat and massive. I reached up 
and pinched them gently. Amanda closed her eyes and 
went "Ummm..."

I leaned forward and sucked on one nipple as I opened 
her shorts. I slipped my hand down them and her 
cotton panties, feeling her hairy little pussy.

As I reached Amanda's apex I felt how wet the girl 
was.

She pushed my head away from her breast. I looked up 
at her.

"Should we be doing this?" Amanda asked with a very 
serious look on her very young face.

"No," I said truthfully.

"Good," She said as she lifted her hips and pushed 
off her shorts. "Take off your underwear," She said.

I pushed off my boxers, my still hard cock bouncing 
back up when I pulled them down over it.

Amanda lay back and took hold of my cock, opening her 
coltish legs.

"It's not going to be as easy as it was for the porn 
star," I warned. "It'll hurt your first time for a 
few moments..."

"I don't care," Amanda said, tugging on my cock, 
trying to pull me on top of her that way. "I want the 
pain."

I maneuvered myself on top of her as she pulled my 
cock to her small, unshaven opening. Amanda rubbed it 
along her slit until the head popped in.

"Now fuck me," She said softly. "Make me a woman."

I put my hands on either side of Amanda, slid back, 
then I rammed my cock through the girl's hymen. 
Amanda winced, a tear soon rolling down her cheek. 
But she never made a sound.

I kept moving in and out of her rapidly and soon I 
could hear Amanda's breathing grow heavier.

She started to thrash around on the bed under me, 
shoving up her lower body to me. And she came. Now 
she made a noise, lots of noise as she cried out in 
orgasm. Her young, tight pussy spasmed around my cock 
and opened up for me further, so I could sink more 
than half my length into her.

I fucked her harder and harder, no worries about 
cumming too soon, I only cared about making Amanda 
cum often.

And she did. Dozens of times, very intensely at times 
and multi-orgasming twice.

I lasted fifty minutes before I grunted and spurted 
my seep into the young teen as she came for me once 
more. She giggled that she was sore after but that 
didn't stop her from wanting it again...


[Prologue]
 
When Mrs. Bynes finally picked up little Amanda, I 
won't tell you how many more times the young actress 
sucked me off and we fucked. But it was a lot and it 
wasn't our only time.

"She wasn't a problem?" Her mother asked, stunned.

"Amanda was a little darling," I assured her. "We had 
a great time, talking music, TV shows and stuff. 
Bring her by anytime.

Mrs. Bynes looked relieved. I wasn't sure if it was 
because she thought her daughter was "cured" or 
because I was willing to take on her daughter anytime 
she needed to.

Just as long as she or anyone else doesn't guess why 
I really don't mind having Amanda over. And I know 
she won't tell... 

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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