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(M/f, ped, 1st, mast, exh, celeb-parody) *** [Summer, 1996] I consider my neighborhood pretty boring. But it is one of the better neighborhoods in L.A. and a person of my wealth and means is always expected to live well. I'm a writer. I have a column in one of the larger newspapers once a week, I dabble with short fiction stories and occasionally work on a new sitcom for one of my celebrity friends. And I have more than a few. I have a lot of free time on my hands. I go down to the newspaper to read any letters I've received regarding my column and plan my column for Friday, which I submit via my home computer Thursdays. I usually work on my short stories late in the evening. Nighttime puts me in the best mood. I tend to sleep late the next morning. Any sitcom writing I'm called for I'll go down that day, you'll shoot ideas back and forth than I'll go home to work on the script, with an alternate version, returning them in a few days. They always use one of my scripts. I tend to be full of ideas for writing so I'm able to get any writing projects done quickly. Nothing really exciting about any of that aside from knowing celebrities and meeting girls who read my column or short stories that is. But things did getting exciting when a family from Ukraine moved in the next. They were actually Jewish though. They had a daughter named Milena Markovna Kunis. She preferred Mila. Mila was seven when they moved here. She was amazed by America and I became her "go-to-guy" for questions. Her family didn't mind her coming over so much. It seemed Mila was "quite a handful" at home. So they allowed her to visit to get her out of their hair. I didn't mind. Little Mila was like a daughter to me. Over the next six years, I watched her grow, becoming a budding starlet. But still, Mila enjoyed spending time with me. Now thirteen, Mila has grown from a cute girl with long dark hair to a gorgeous, sexy young teen. A friend asked me to house sit her home in the suburbs while she was away in Europe. It was her so Summer break and Mila asked to come along. I got the feeling she's tag along even if I said no. My friend's home was much larger than my own. It had several bedrooms on the second floor at the back of the house. A balcony ran along the back of the house, each bedroom had a sliding door onto it. I took the bedroom next to my friend's and Mila took the next one. I took a break from my short story writing and sitcom writing, only going down to the newspaper on Mondays as usual. I went down early on Mondays, so I could be back before Mila woke up, and I'd work on my column either in the morning or if she was watching TV. Not that I needed to spend much time on my column. But Mila expected me to spend much time with her. Even after six years here she still had lots of questions for me, and I was always happy to answer them. I noticed she seemed more relaxed here then she was at my place, and she was more "touchy-feel-y". Mila would always brush up against me, or touch my arm or leg, place her hand on my shoulder. But now her hand would linger on my leg longer, on my upper thigh, or she'd lean up against me, pressing her decent-sized young breasts into me. She'd even sit on my lap sometimes, in just shorts and a halter top. Sometimes I could see down it, at her bra or even braless breasts. The dark-areolaed nipples were always engorged. One evening came out and admitted she liked being further away from her parents so they didn't know what she was doing. "And, ummm, I always wanted to tell you, I really like you, Jim," Mila said coyly. "I like you too," I replied, smiling. "As a daughter of course." "I have a crush on you," she came right out and said. I was floored. I didn't know what to say. Mila just smiled, her nipples poking through the thin material of her halter top. She didn't bring up her crush again and I ended up forgetting all about it. Late one night a few nights later, Mila had long gone to sleep and I couldn't. I started channel surfing and came across a pretty intense softcore nudie flick. I kind of forgot where I was and started rubbing myself through my sweatpants. Once I was hard I untied them and let my cock out, masturbating at a medium pace. It'd been some time since I last came and this felt particularly good. I suddenly sensed a presence and looked towards the doorway. There was Mila watching me, eyes locked on my throbbing cock, licking her lips. I couldn't stop myself. Nudie flick forgotten, my eyes stayed on young Mila. I stroked my cock faster and faster, and finally grunted and my jizz flew. Ten, eleven times I spurted off, until I was spent, and my cock slowly softened. Miley giggled softly and left. I shut off the television and went to bed. The next morning, I felt particularly good. Better than I had in a long time. I practically leaped out of bed, stretching. I went over to the sliding door leading to the balcony to open the heavy curtains to let in the morning sun. I let in the moon instead. Mila was outside my sliding door on the balcony. Her long t-shirt she wore to bed was above her butt. Her panties were in here hand. Mila sniffed them as she looked back at me, then grinned. She backed up and pressed her womanly butt against the thick pane of glass, large for her age. My cock popped right up. I sleep in the nude, so Mila saw it right away. I unlocked the sliding door. Mila took a step forward. I slid it open, and stepped outside nude. Bending her over the railing, I grabbed my cock and guided it to her unshaven pussy. I pushed it in. Damn, I couldn't believe how hot and wet this girl was! I slid forward until I felt her hymen. Grabbing Mila's hips, I pulled back then rammed my cock through her hymen. She bit her lip and stifled her scream. Pulling back again, I started pounding my cock in and out of her tight little pussy. Her pussy started to relax, open up more and grow even wetter. Mila started to moan. Her body writhed uncontrollably and her pussy seemed to get hotter. I noticed her grip the balcony railing harder, gritting her teeth, her head lolled back, eyes closed. Her moans grew louder and louder, her head fell forward and she cried out in orgasm. As her pussy relaxed more my cock sank deeper into her young pussy, clamping down on it as her body spasmed wildly. Mila was gasping for breath as the orgasmed ebbed away, her body sagging against the railing momentarily. I didn't slow my pace. If anything I did increase, fucking Mila harder. Her young, small body thrashed and convulsed, as if she were fighting off the coming orgasm. And losing. Mila came again, whining and whimpering as she lost control of her body again. As I fucked her lithe body harder and faster her orgasms grew more intense. She even multi-orgasmed once. I was surprised by how long I lasted, despite being in the tightest pussy I ever fucked. Forty minutes later - and countless more orgasms for Mila - I grunted as my nuts tightened, my cock swelled up and exploded a flood of jizz deep into Mila's young womb. I was grunting and groaning as I pumped bolt after bolt of my hot jizz into her barely teenaged body. I could hear Mila whimpering as well. Nine or ten jizz blasts and my cock slid out of her messy pussy as it softened. Out combined fluids spilled out of Mila as well. Seeing that, seeing what I did, I came to my senses. I had committed statutory rape. I fucked a minor. I fucked jailbait. I was going to Hell. I was going to jail first. Well, most people WOULD consider that Hell... "Mila, I'm SO sorry!" I said apologetically. "I don't know what came over me, it was like I was possessed or something! What did I do..." My hands were still on Mila's hips and she turned herself around in them. And she was smiling. "Jim, I wanted you to do that since I met you! Don't you dare be sorry, I'm glad it happened." I was floored for the second time, speechless. But I felt relieved that Mila wasn't angry with me for taking her virginity. I still saw her as my daughter, but then what father wouldn't want to fuck his daughter if she looked and acted like this girl? Mila's smile turned devilish. She started ease me back into the bedroom. Closing the sliding door Mila looked it and pulled close the curtain. "And now you can teach me how to use my mouth to get you hard again," She said huskily, pushing towards the bed. "So you can fuck me again. And again and again... We have lots of time together..." How could I argue with that logic? And that body... 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 - Celebrity Parody Archive