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(MF, tit-fucking, 1st, anal, celeb-parody) *** [Author's Note: This was a special request from Mister Dream. He even gave me some input on what he wanted. I hope this is to your liking... Oh, and here's a teaser (I hope I do it right) http://allhairstyles.tk/hairstyler/helena-bonham- carter-hairstyles-for-2011-26.jpg G] *** Once upon a time there was an unlucky type of guy who'd resigned himself to the fact that luck must be blind. Nothing ever went right for him. Growing up, he got more stitches and wore more casts on his arms and legs than any other kid. He flunked out of several colleges. He'd always been clumsy and would have been fired several times over if he didn't work at his own father's company, when he screwed up too bad they just shipped him off to another department [which fortunate for him wasn't often; his screw ups seemed to come in cycles]. It was sad because he actually had a lot of friends and wasn't a bad looking guy. Most of the time, that is. You see, he was good at one thing. One thing that was a bit of an addiction. He loved to jerk off. He was adept at it. The problem was he'd sweat a lot while jerking off and it was a bitch on his complexion. When it came down to giving up jerking off or having a clear face [and boy, did he look like a pizza face], he resigned to the fact that he couldn't fight fate. He was addicted to jerking off. Besides, he knew he'd be a virgin until he died, so why take this away? His real passion was celebrities. Short ones, dark-haired, nice bodies... His longtime favorite had been Helena Bonham Carter. Just the mere mention of her name made his cock hard. He had all of Helena's nude scenes on his computer [which he rarely used, his bad luck had wrecked over a dozen already]. His favorites he'd downloaded to his phone, an expensive waterproof model [his sweaty jerk fests had ruined about half a dozen]. His favorite was of Helena's butt bent over, her hairy pussy showing between her thighs... He liked to imagine that Helena shaved hers. His best friend felt the only reason actresses have unshaven pussies in movies was because if they showed 'lips' it would be classified as pornography. He once had a dream he was fucking Helena [she was doing the fucking, riding him hard] and her pussy was perfectly smooth. He remembered how real it'd felt, how vivid... He'd woken up in a pool of his own jizz. What he really got off on, though, was Helena's tits. He couldn't help noticing how having 2 kids had greatly increased her boobs. He wished he had some nude pics of her after the babies but he would have to fantasize. But he hadn't thought about Helena lately. He'd had too much on his mind. He was nervous about work. There were only so many departments left for him to get moved to and he was due for a major screw-up. He was so worried and nervous he hadn't been able to sleep much, let alone jerk off [which, of course, cleared up his face nicely]. He had made it through the work week, it was Friday afternoon. He stopped at his favorite pizza place and ordered 5 pizzas to go. Why? Because he had no plans but to barricade himself in his apartment until Monday morning and survive on pizza. Plus he got a sixth one free. He was actually feeling good as he exited the pizzeria; 6 pizzas weighing pleasantly in his arms, the aroma wafting up into his nostrils also pleasantly. He stepped down onto the sidewalk and everything happened quickly. He never saw the person in a hurry coming from his left. As he stepped down onto the sidewalk he collided immediately with said person. Pizzas flew everywhere. All his happy thoughts left him suddenly. He'd been used to his bad luck and always took it quietly. This time he lost it. He growled out loud. "I am such a clutz! This always happens to me, why can't I do anything right?" He began to rant. He was still ranting when the person he'd bumped into [who he'd forgotten] said in a calm, pleasant, British-accented voice, "Don't blame yourself, it was bludy my fault. I shouldn't have been in such a hurry..." He recognized that voice immediately. The red he was seeing dissipated as he calmed, visibly drained. He turned to her. "You're Helena Bonham Carter..." Helena began to smile at being recognized but the look on her face quickly changed to concern. "Are you all right?" Helena asked. "You don't look so good." He gave her a half-hearted smile. "I've just had a lot on my mind lately, putting a lot of stress on myself..." "And I finally lit the fuse that set you off." "N-no," he started to say, then he felt the strength leave his legs and he fell to his knees. Helena dropped to her knees next to him. That's when he noticed one of the pizzas had ended up all over her expensively looking blouse. "Gee, I'm sorry about that..." He blushed. She looked down at herself and laughed. "A soak in cold water'll do the trick, right know I'm more worried about you. Let me help with these. They mostly seem okay, still in their boxes." "Except for the one on you," he replied without humor. Helena smiled. "Take me back to your place so I can soak my blouse and you can tell me what's on your mind." Who was he to argue with Helena Bonham Carter? Besides, she wanted to come to his place. He knew nothing would become of it, but still... He felt the strength return to his legs. He salvaged his pizzas, dumping the empty sixth box, and led Helena to his car. He put the pizzas in the trunk. He opened the passenger door for Helena then ran around to the driver's side and jumped in. He drove home as fast as the law would allow [why test his bad luck?]. As soon as they walked in the door Helena unbuttoned the cuffs on her blouse then began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly revealing a red and black low-cut bra that showed a lot of tit. She slid out of it and asked where the bathroom was. He pointed to the bathroom and then headed to the kitchen. He put the pizzas in the oven, he wasn't so hungry now and he wasn't sure about Helena. All of a sudden he got very nervous realizing he was alone with a celebrity. A married celebrity. Then he realized his cock was rock hard and his face grew hot. How long had he been erect? Probably from the moment he realized who she was... He quickly sat at the kitchen to hide his erection. Helena finally wandered in looking relaxed despite being in only her skimpy bra, black skirt and heels. "You have a very nice place," She commented. "Th-thank you. Ummm, do you want to borrow a shirt?" "No, thank you, I'm fine." "Do you want some pizza?" "I'm not really big on Italian food." "Oh." He was trying to think of more small talk. "What are you doing here? In this town I mean?" "I just decided to take a holiday, my husband's away on a movie and the nanny is watching the children," Helena answered. "Now enough small talk. Tell me what's been bothering you now." He sighed. Then he told her everything [except the jerking off of course]. When he was done Helena was moved. "Oh, you poor thing." She put her hand on his which caught him off guard. He jumped up, knocking the chair over, putting Helena face-to-face with his massive erection. Her eyes went wide. "Oh, my... Did I cause that?" She asked. Red-faced he said nothing, looking down at his feet. "Don't be embarrassed. I actually consider it a high compliment." He still said nothing. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" His head shot up and he looked at Helena wide-eyed. His mouth fell open to speak but no words came out. "It's okay," She said assuringly. "I should have stepped earlier that you were. And I think you've had a big crush on me," Helena smiled. "What you need is a good experience to build your confidence..." She slid down to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him as she undid his belt then opened his khakis. She pushed them down with his briefs. Helena moaned. "You do have a big one... Biggest I ever saw..." She reached back and unclasped her bra. She let it slide to the floor. Helena's dark nipples stuck out hard. She leaned forward and wrapped her large tits around his long, thick cock. He moaned and closed his eyes. This was a hundred times better than jerking off, he thought. Helena's large firm tits felt like pillows around his throbbing cock. He knew he couldn't last long. Within a minute he groaned and began to jizz her neck. Helena gasped and pulled his cock out. She jerked it, sending bolt after bolt of hot jizz across her tits. When she'd milked him dry she then rubbed his load into her tits. Helena moaned and finally she looked up at him and smiled wickedly. "That was just what I needed... And you needed too I think." She helped me out of his shoes then pushed his khakis and briefs off of him. Helena stood up and led him to his bedroom. She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off of him. Then Helena pushed him onto his bed. She kicked off her heels and reached back and unzipped her skirt. She let fall and pool around her feet. Helena now only had on a black garter belt, black stocking and red and black panties that matched her bra. She wore the panties over the garters and easily slid them off. He noticed that her pussy wasn't shaved, Helena's dark brown bush was thick and luxuriant. He wasn't disappointed, considering what had already happened and what he knew was about to happen... Helena climbed up onto the bed and hovered over him. She straddled him, taking his revived cock in her hand and impaling herself on it. It was just like the dream, he thought, remembering it vividly... Helena groaned as she bounced up and down on his cock. Her tits bounced as she rode him. He couldn't take his eyes off of them... He'd never touched a woman's tits before; he tentatively reached up and cupped them. She gasped. He began kneading them then twisting her nipples. Helena was moaning louder and riding him harder. Soon she began to cum, howling in orgasm. He kept playing with her tits as she rode him hard. He lasted longer this time. Helena had come over 2 dozen times when she sensed he was about to cum himself. "No!" She gasped. "Not in my pussy... I don't want to get pregnant again." She slid off his cock and took hold of it again. She slid her anus down around it and howled at the tightness [she'd never done it before or even thought about]. Helena skewered her butt hole down around it, gasping for breath, until she had his cock fully in her. Helena groaned as she slowly rode him, getting used to it up her butt. Once her butt grew accustom to the invasion, Helena fucked him hard, multi-orgasming. She lost track of how many orgasms she had... Helena was so lost in pleasure she was caught off- guard when he blew his load up in her butt, inducing another orgasm. She collapsed on top of him, both a sweaty mess... Helena lay against her head against his chest for the longest time. Then she turned her head to face him, her hair fallen across her lovely face, and smiled. "I know how I'm spending my holiday..." And that was how his good luck started. THE END http://www.cinemablend.com/images/sections/7595/helena _bonham_carter/7595.jpg * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Celebrity Parody Archive