("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2015. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- Making Babies: Shirley Temple by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com) *** My 21st "Making Babies" entry. Shirley Temple is now a teenager, entering a new phase of her career. Which will involve doing pinup photos. As her photographer, I do my best to ease her through the transition, in more ways than one. (MF, oral, 1st, celeb-parody) *** Author's Note: Time for the next cycle of "Making Babies" stories, and the first one may be a bit unorthodox. Tongue Plus I'm sure if any of her fans when she was growing up say they would that scream "Sacrilege!" I was reading a story on ASSTR.ORG some time ago, and as I read the story I pictured Shirley Temple as the girl in it. That gave me the idea for another story. Then as an afterthought I did a Google Image Search of Teen Shirley Temple and found some amazing photos of her. One of them inspired this story. I'm not sure how old she is in the photo so I won't post the link since she might be under eighteen in it and I believe RU has the same rules about underage [even if dressed] photos. The basic premise of my "Making Babies" stories had been to portray celebrities before they became the women we know them as, in most cases wild and out of control women when they were still innocent. But I have posted stories featuring celebrities loving sex, a side of them not seen as grown women. Of course Shirley Temple is the epitome [damn, I had a hard time trying to remember how to spell that word! My mind was thinking it started with an A or an O, thank goodness for Google! Tongue ] of innocence, young or grownup. Which makes the way I portray her in the story different than other "Making Babies" celebrities I portrayed as innocent. Shirley Temple is very innocent and willing in this story, just as you might expect her to be. I'm very much looking forward to tackling this story ~ G [Spring, 1942] Shirley Temple had entered a new phase in her career. No longer was she the cute moppet with the blonde curls that families adored. Now she was a fourteen year old, on the cusp of womanhood, and soon to be adored by teenage boys [and fathers alike]. Shirley was brought to me to do her first pinup photo shoot. For her to survive in the industry, those backing her knew she'd have to do new things to attract new fans to her. And pinup cheesecake art was in her future. I knew the girl who was no longer a child but not yet a woman would be very nervous. And why wouldn't Shirley be? She was portraying herself in a different way than she had previously in over two dozen films. I decided to not bring Shirley into my studio for the first photo shoot. I brought her to my home, hoping she'd be at ease in a simple, everyday setting. At 5'2", Shirley stood more than a foot shorter than myself, her childhood blonde her gone, replaced by reddish-brown long locks. I found her to be very stunning, and I was attracted to her beyond what I should have been... "I'm a little nervous," Shirley smiled shyly. "I understand," I smiled reassuringly. "And it's only natural. Things are changing, you're no longer the girl you were in all those movies during the 1930s. Now you're a teenage girl, and a very beautiful one at that. It's time to let the world know who Shirley Temple is now." My words seemed to relax her. Her smile was brighter, and she caught me off guard by hugging me. "Thank you!" Shirley gushed. I felt her womanly breasts press into me under her modest clothes. I was becoming very aroused by her... I handed her a simple white dress, it looked like something a nurse would wear. "Here, why don't you go into the bathroom and put this on, Miss Temple," I said. "Okay," She said. "And please, just call me Shirley." "All right, Shirley. And you can just call me Jim." Smiling again, she walked away to go change. I tried to will myself to relax. Tried to lessen the arousal. She was only fourteen, for goodness' sake! She was so sweet and innocent. Probably willing too... What was I saying?!? All I was doing was raising the tension level. When she came back I wasn't ready for what I saw. "How do I look, Jim?" Shirley said. Her tone of voice told me she hoped I was pleased. And I was. Shirley slowly turned, the hem of the short white dress rising some, showing me more of her thighs, somewhat plump with leftover baby fat. Her thighs were captivating. "I think you are going to be driving boys wild!" I smiled. Shirley blushed, giggling. "Do you really think so?!?" She asked. There was a mixture of girlish exuberance, eagerness, excitement and the young woman emerging all in her voice. "I know so," I said, slipping my arm around her waist. Shirley seemed at ease with me doing that. "You're very beautiful, very enticing A whole new legion of fans await to meet the teenaged Shirley Temple." She smiled, blushing darker. I led her to a small wooden bench with a soft cushion built into it. She sat without me having to ask her. Shirley still looked nervous, and her face still had some redness to it. She looked so beautiful, gorgeous, desirable, and I wanted to help her relax, so she that was all people saw when they looked at her photos. Shirley faced the camera, but her legs were turned to the side. Those thighs were on display, those beautiful, plump thighs... "You have very beautiful thighs," I said softly, putting down my camera. Shirley visibly relaxed as she smiled. "Thank you..." I knelt before the girl. I was damned, but I knew she would be a willing participant. I slid my hand onto her outer left thigh. Shirley said not a word. I slid my hand up slowly, under the hem of her skirt, up to the top of her leg... And I didn't stop. My hand slid higher, all the way to her hip. I felt no panties. I raised an eyebrow. Shirley giggled. "I left my underwear off," She admitted comfortable. "I hope you don't mind..." "Why would I mind?" I asked, smiling, my hand still on her. "You won't tell?" "Never..." I slid my hand out from under the girl's skirt. Still on her thigh, I slid it up to her knee, and down to her inner thigh. Shirley opened her legs some, still turned to the side. I slid my hand between her legs. I could hear her breathing, but she never said a word of protest. Further and further my hand traveled up her inner, smooth thigh. No resistance. My fingers reached the top of her thigh. Shirley remained perfectly still, perfectly willing. Inching further, my fingers were soon touching paradise. I was feeling her furry vagina. The first to do so I was sure. I looked up at the girl. She was smiling, her nervousness and blush long gone. With my free hand, I opened her legs wide. I pushed her skirt up to her waist and Shirley held it out of the way for me, giving me an unobstructed view of her maidenhood. It was a sight to behold... Hair everywhere, obstructing the opening of her vagina. My fingers slid to where her opening was, and found her thick outer lips. Shirley moaned at my touch. And I felt her grow moist. I slipped my finger between the lips, teasing the opening. Shirley fidgeted slightly on the bench. Her vagina secreted more fluid. I lifted my fingers to my mouth & tasted them. They were so sweet... I had never even thought to put my mouth on a woman's vagina before, but there I was, head between the soft thighs of America's favorite sweetheart, slipping my tongue into her opening. Shirley moaned loudly, placing her hands on my head. She minutely pushed her vagina up to my face. My tongue delved deep into her young hole. Her moans grew louder. I lapped at the juices flowing freely from deep within, raking my tongue over the inner walls of her vagina, making Shirley thrust her hips forward. I slipped my hands around her, cupping her buttocks, pulling her vagina to my face, tasting her deeply. And then Shirley climaxed. It pleased to give the girl what was most likely her very first. Her juices flooded forward, I lapped up as much as I could as Shirley pushed my face into her crotch and I kneaded her soft young buttocks. I continued to eat her vagina, "eat" being the most accurate word here, through two more climaxes. All the while, my penis strained against the front of my trousers, aching more and more. Letting go of her buttocks, I slid my hands up to undo the buttons on Shirley's dress. Pushing it open, I pushed up her large bra, her larger breasts spilling over it. Her breasts tumbled out. They were high and firm, reddish areolae and erect nipples. I pinched and twisted her nipples as the girl gasped and squealed. Soon I brought her to a fourth orgasm. Rising up, I began to pull the dress off of her shoulders. Shirley seemed to know what I wanted. Lifting her buttocks, she slid out of the dress. I laid it neatly on the floor beside the bench. I pulled Shirley down onto the floor in front of it, knowing the bench wouldn't take both our weight. I got my trousers open and pushed them down with my underwear. My hard penis poked at Shirley's vagina. Grabbing it, I aimed it at her opening, sliding it between the lips until it plunged in, breaking her hymen. Shirley let out an ear-piercing scream, grabbing on to me tightly. Extremely aroused by this time, I started pounding in and out of Shirley hard. Her screams subsided and Oohs and Ahhs soon replaced them. Her vagina felt so good around my thrusting penis, good and tight, wet and warm. The warmth within Shirley slower grew hotter as my penis pumped in and out of her, faster and faster. She clung to me and climaxed, her vagina clutching my penis tight. I never slowed my pace, and Shirley never stopped climaxing around my penis, her vagina growing wetter and wetter. I lost track of time. It seemed like hours Shirley and I made passionate love. But I finally gained relief. I felt my own climax rise, and I ejaculated my semen into her young vagina heavily, gasping and groaning as I ejaculated nine or ten times. We were a sweaty, gooey mess. I carried the girl to the shower, where we cleaned up, made love again, before cleaning up for the second time. We dried each other off. Shirley put her bra back on as I dressed and we went out and retrieved the white dress. Soon dressed again, Shirley posed atop the bench once more, no longer shy and nervous, now a calm, self- assured young woman. And the photo shoot went very well... THE END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. 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