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Our hero, Jeff, accompanies Pam Anderson to New York for a TV special and has a special meeting of his own with teen singing sensation Brandy Norwood, (MF, celeb) Gold Leader Celeb Tails : Brandy Part (MF, celeb) Gold_Leader_Celeb@yahoo.com Tell me what you think. Reader response and input always provokes new and better stories. This is the 10th in a series of obviously fictional Celebrity Tales (or as I call them, Celeb Tails). I have no idea how many more I will write. If I grow bored with them, I'll stop, but I have no idea when I'll move onto another topic. Occasionally, I'll repost the previous stories, but only about once a month. I am sorry, but I will not email anyone my stories. If you want a previously posted story, either wait for it to appear again, or ask a nice reader to send you it. Tail 1: Anna Nicole Smith Tail 2: Pamela Anderson Tail 3: Rebecca Gayheart Tail 4: Denise Richards, Nicole Eggert Tail 5: Markie Post Tail 6: Fran Drescher Tail 7: Markie Post, Victoria Principal, Pam Grier, Bebe Neuwirth Tail 8: Jennifer Tilly, Courtney Love Tail 9: Tyra Banks Tail 10: Brandy Tail 11: Stephanie Seymour, Tyra Banks Tail 12: Goldie Hawn Tail 13: The End This story is intended for people over the age of 18. If you are under 18, you're probably more interested now in this story. Go visit the Goo Goo Dolls homepage or something. Pam stirred half an hour before we landed. She stretched and that's what caught my eye. Her languid movements always seemed to draw my attention. I glanced away from Tyra's computer screen, giving Pam a weak smile. What can I say, I did feel a bit guilty about what I had done. But how many guys would have passed up the opportunity to fuck Tyra Banks on an airplane while your live-in lover sleeps in the row across from you? That's right, nobody. Or bigots, but they are still in that category of nobody. Pam winked at me and I had a feeling I knew what she wanted. She was very much a morning sex kinda woman. Although this was evening, she had been sleeping for several hours, so her body was screaming, "I just woke up, I need some satisfaction." "Good sleep?" "Hmm, I had an excellent dream," she told me with a twinkle in her eye. I switched to the seat beside her giving her a kiss. She traced her finger across my face, "In the dream we were on an airplane like this one and we were making love. Anybody could have walked in on us. It was so sexy. I can't wait until we get to the hotel." I froze, suddenly afraid she had seen me fucking Tyra. But the sound in her voice and the look on her face told me otherwise. Our activities had somehow invaded her dreams. Who would have thought that would have been the result. "You awake, sleepy-head," Tyra called out to Pam, who leaned around me to answer the supermodel. "Yes. I hope my carry-on baggage didn't bother you too much while I was snoozing," she said, poking me. Tyra laughed. "No. He got a little out of hand but I put him in his place." The three of us took a limo from the airport to our hotel. The ride was weird for me. Sure I'd been in a somewhat similar situation with Jennifer Tilly and Pam the other night, but this was different to me somehow. Maybe it was the fact that Pam started making rather overt suggestions to Tyra about what she and I were going to do as soon as we got to the hotel. Tyra had the guts to even say, "Maybe you can send him over to my room when you're done." Pam giggled, saying, "I'll call you when we finish. But it may not be 'til morning." Tyra shot back, "Why not cut out the phone calls and I'll just come up to your room with you two." What! This would be a dream come true. Unfortunately the two of them just laughed until Pam pointed to me saying, "Did you think she was serious?" A guy can hope, can't he? We checked in and the bellhops took our multitude of bags to the elevator. The doors were about to shut when another bellhop called out for us to hold the elevator. We did and he rushed in a cart filled with luggage. Behind him strolled teen singing sensation Brandy. I'd always thought she had an odd sort of appearance. One of my friend's called her ET with tits and that name might have applied. She had her long braided black hair pulled back in a tight bun, revealing her slim neck. Her eyes were huge! The only other thing bigger than her eyes? You know. And in the tight sweater she was wearing, Brandy's two biggest assets were totally on display. Her sizable rear was encased in a pair of white jeans. She smiled at us but neither she nor Pam exchanged pleasantries. Did they know each other? We rode up in silence until Brandy turned around and said, "I'm sorry, I'm a HUGE "Baywatch" fan and I used to love you on that show." Pam blushed, "Thank you." "I'm sure you get that a lot, so I won't bother you," Brandy said, turning back around. "I really like your music too," Pam said to her, tapping her shoulder. Brandy whipped back around, her huge mouth becoming a gaping smile. "You know who I am?!" "Totally! I love that song from the Batman movie." They chatted the rest of the ride up, with me interjecting sarcastic comments. What can I say, I didn't like "Baywatch" and "Moesha" isn't exactly the most erudite programming. As luck would have it, we were on the same floor, only three rooms apart. We said good night and then entered our room. I paid the bellhop or tipped him as it were and returned to the inner portion of the room. Pam was sprawled on the bed in bra and thong. "Does she have nicer boobs than me?" "What?" I said stupidly, dropping my clothes. "Her boobs are big and firm and real." "And?" I asked, climbing over her, kissing Pam's rock hard thighs. "They're bigger than mine and they're real," she said with a pout. "Jealous?" "Yes." I grabbed her flipping her over. She giggled wildly, thrashing until I planted my hand on her thighs, holding her still. I leaned down, kissing the back of her legs. I trailed my kisses up her stems, coming to that amazing place where the butt cheek meets the leg. I nuzzled her rearend, "You've got a much better ass than Brandy." "Um, really," she said, glancing over her shoulder as I bit her cheek gently. "No anal tonight." "There're plenty of other things to do," said I, pushing my finger into her bald slit. Needless to say, we made love. For a long time. We were awakened the next morning by a ringing telephone. One of the show's lackeys needed Pam at the studio in an hour for a rehearsal. Pam leapt out of bed , showered, dressed and left within an hour. A world record by her standards. I was left alone, bored. Until there came a knocking at my door. I pulled on a pair of boxers and went to the door. I looked through the peephole and felt my pulse race. Standing in the hall was the little ebony songstress in a pink tank-top and blue jeans. Her hair was pulled back but not in a bun. I thought about pulling on a pair of pants and then thought better of it. I pulled the door open, exclaiming, "Good morning!" Brandy's huge eyes opened even wider in surprise. Her mouth fell open for a millisecond as she looked me up and down before saying, "Damn, I'd say." "Come in," I said, ushering her into the room. She passed by me, still checking out my body. Once inside she cautiously peeked at the empty beds. The bathroom door was closed, so she probably figured Pam was in there. "Hey, I was wondering if you guys wanted to-" she stopped in mid-sentence because I passed by her, letting my hand trail over her lower back. "Wanted to what?" I asked, plopping onto the bed, facing her. "To, uh, to go to breakfast," she said, her eyes traveling down my torso to my boxers. Her eyes shifted up instantly. I realized at that angle she could probably see my Johnson. What the hell. "Well," I said, leaning back more, my legs parting some. I could feel my dick begin to stir. Her eyes wandered down again. "I'm not really dressed yet for breakfast." "I can see that," she said without hesitating, her eyes now fixing more on my shaft as it grew harder. "What about, what about, what about, um, um..." "Pam?" I asked, moving a bit as I felt my dick give a surge and grow more. I could feel the cool air on my cock-head now. My penis' tip was completely out of my boxers. Brandy strained to raise her eyes to mine. I rubbed at my chest slowly. "Yeah, Pam," Brandy said, nodding toward the bathroom. "She left about an hour ago," I told her raising my leg and feeling my dick harden to the point of know return. I'm not sure how it happens some times but if you're wearing something tight enough, your cock will get hard and point straight down your leg, rather than doing the tent pole. I was happy about that this time. "Maybe we can order breakfast in?" Brandy didn't answer, her eyes completely on my hard-on. I could see her nipples shooting out of her tank-top. I was actually getting the girl going. Finally she answered me, "Pam's probably gonna be back soon." "Not for hours," I said, sitting up. "I have the place to myself." Brandy didn't say a word as I stood. My hard dick began to pull my shorts up. It was so invigorating. The cool air, Brandy's gaze, the tightness of my boxers. I was stiffer than I'd been the night before fucking Tyra. Maybe because for once, I was initiating something. I crossed the room to Brandy, less than a foot from her. My hard, exposed penis head was even closer to her. "I'd really like it if you'd stay," I told her. Brandy's eyes fell down, she licked her lips as she looked upon my stiff, slowly twitching cock. She wanted to, I could see it. "Last night, did I tell you what a big fan of yours I am ?" Brandy's eyes shot to mine. She looked frightened. "What about Pam?" "I'm a fan of hers too," I told her leaning forward, placing my hand on the wall by her shoulder. "I'd really like to show you some fan appreciation." "I hardly . . . I hardly . . .know-," she began to say, but stopped when I moved forward more, my cock pressing against her stomach. "Know you." I placed my other hand on the other side of the wall and leaned in close to her, dragging my dick up her tummy. Brandy let out a gasp. My mouth swooped down, breath on her lips. "What happens now?" She didn't respond, so I moved more, feeling pre-come slip out of my pisshole. I knew the come was leaving a snail trail on her pink tank-top. The little singer was breathing heavier now. My lips brushed one of her cheeks. She closed her eyes and I kissed her lid. I cupped her head and kissed her lips. Brandy was pliant at first but soon began to kiss back in earnest. My hand moved off her face and cupped her breast. She was braless. Of course. My thumb rubbed at her eraser tipped nipple. Brandy sighed deeply, kissing me harder. Pulling away from her hungry kisses, I dropped my attention to her neck kissing it. Brandy's hands dug into her jeans, pulling out the tucked in tank-top. My mouth moved away from her skin for an instant while she pulled the material over her head. I glanced at her heaving, brown mammaries with their black nipples, "Oh my, those are gorgeous." My mouth immediately went for one, while the other was mauled by a free hand. Brandy leaned against the wall, groaning. I tugged at her nipples with my teeth, getting them as hard as possible. Dropping to my knees, I glanced up her body, seeing her peering down at me between those beautiful melons. Planting kisses on her soft tummy, I undid her jeans and pulled them off her curvy hips. My face pressed against her Jockey underwear, hands grabbing her wide ass, nose drinking in her pungent odor. I had her underwear down in no time and my lips tickling her nicely trimmed bush. Brandy reacted instantly arching her back and crying out as my tongue pressed into her slit. This girl didn't get cunnilingus often, that was for sure. I attacked Brandy's cunt with gusto, working my nose and tongue into her more and more. I found her hot button and she began crying out and then crying as her whole body convulsed. She leaned over my head, her breasts resting on the top of my noggin as she told me, "Please stop. I'll die!" I paid heed to her request, letting my mouth fall from her hot, dripping box. I stood and took her hand leading her to the same bed I'd fucked Pam on the evening before. She got on it, scooting backward, her big tits flopping around some but not nearly as much as one would expect for their size. I dropped my boxers and climbed on the bed, my dick pointing the way. Her hand wrapped around my cock, pumping it slowly. She wasn't shy about that finally! I leaned in trying to kiss her and she pulled her head away. I was baffled, "What's wrong?" "You wanna kiss me after you did that?" she said with shock. I laughed and nodded. "But . . .my old boyfriend wouldn't. . ." "I'm not he," I said, kissing her and pressing her down. She kissed back, laughing with lustful glee, her hand finding my crank again. Her hands felt great, but I was looking for something else, so I moved up her body and she kissed at my torso, her lips wrapping around my nipple and then down my six pack. Brandy found herself face to cock with my hard-on. I stroked it and she looked up at me, pleadingly. "You don't give head, do you?" "Sorry," she said, ashamed. "No big deal," I told her, moving back down to make out with her. My fingers found a home in her pussy and I frigged her while her expert hands worked my cock. She probably had as much experience jerking dicks as I did playing with my own. She even rubbed under my balls as I knelt between her spread thighs. Brandy took my dick and finally guided it to her waiting pussy. Man was she tight. I pressed in and her eyes bugged out. She let out a squeal and I paused. "You're not a virgin are you?" "No," she said breathlessly, rocking her pelvis toward me and taking more into her super tight twat. "Just been . . . .awhile." I pressed forward and her eyes closed. I couldn't tell if she was in pain or ecstasy. She let out another squeal and I continued pressing in. Five minutes later I finally felt my pubes rubbing her enflamed lips. I looked down at her, face flush, perspiration covering our bodies. "You okay?" "Yeah," she said with a groan. "Feels good." I began rocking more and Brandy's legs closed around my body, scissoring over my ass. Her rocking became faster and I was taking longer strokes in no time. Of course, with all this pressure, I would come in no time. I glanced down, watching my cock slide in and out of the teen pop sensation's black cunt. The juxtaposition between us was so sexy. My eyes traveled up to her swaying and rocking tits. I had to get a breather or I'd come any second. I unsheathed myself from Brandy's tight hole and sat back on my knees. She took this as some sort of cue because she flipped over immediately onto her hands and knees. I found myself staring at Brandy's wide ass as she backed down on to my cock. Bracing myself on the bed, I began to fuck up into her as she rocked down on my dick. Her cunt was loosening up quickly. I could hear our bodies slapping together and on the dormant television I could see her straining and bouncing on me, her tits jiggling. One of my hands grabbed at her pony tail, pulling it. She let out a gurgle and began moving fast, fully riding me now. I felt her pussy contract and I stopped moving, knowing it would send me over already. "I wanna suck your tits while I screw you," I told her, hoping the short breather would give me strength to carry on a bit more. "Oh yeah," Brandy said excited. She pulled off my dick. I sat against the headboard and she straddled me. She grasped my dick and eased it back up her glory hole, eyes fluttering. Both of my hands manhandled those great tits, pushing and tugging and tweaking them as she rode my cock. I pulled one to my lips, sucking it while she bucked on my cock. Brandy grabbed the headboard and began seriously fucking my dick. I let her tit fall from my mouth and grasped around her waist, helping her raise and lower herself as I slammed my cock upward into her fabulously tight pussy. One of my hands went between our bodies, thumb finding her clit. Brandy exclaimed in pleasure, shrieking as her pussy contracted. Her tits rocked in mesmerizing circles and I let loose filling her pussy. As the orgasm passed, she slowed and leaned on my shoulder, our bodies covered in sweat. She kissed my ear, her hand gently stroking my hair. "I'm so glad I came to ask you to breakfast." "You mean us?" Brandy leaned back, my semi-hard cock still in her pussy. She kissed my lips gently. "I mean you. I saw Pam leave." To be continued . . . with a new Celeb Tail. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Resident Authors