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From: "Kenny Gamura" <turtlemeat69@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Double Celeb Meeting by {Gamera} (gMM preg celeb recursive)
Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2003 21:10:03 -0400
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                         Disclaimer

Welcome to the world of alt.sex.stories where sixteen-year-
old girls have nothing better to do with their time than
chase adults to have sex with. The characters and events
that follow are not real and are the result of my
imagination. My imagination works this way because I am
under the curse of Satan; please pray for the deliverance
of my worthless soul. Don't read further if you fear just
damnation by governmental, parental, or godly authority.
If you are allergic to sex with minors, avoid this.  The only
thing worse than writing pornography (or my spelling)
is stealing intellectual property. Unauthorized
republishing is not allowed and will result in an eternity
spent in the seventh circle of hell, living in crap, and
turning into unlikely and hideous herptiles. It just ain't
worth it.

Thank You and Good Day,
Kenny N Gamera
Turtlemeat69@hotmail.com
First Posted 14 October 2003 at ASSD

                                    Double Celeb Meeting
                                                    by
                                       Kenny N Gamera

Synopsis: Uncle Sky and Frank McCoy meet at a local bookstore for
coffee and a quick game of chess, where they meet a fan.

Story:  "It's your move, Sky,"  annouced Frank even though he didn't
need to.  Uncle Sky was playing the white pieces, and all of the
chessmen were still in place.  Uncle Sky was thinking, but not
necessarily about the chess game.

He was just thinking about how hard it is being a world famous writer
of dirty stories.  Most people didn't want to talk about such things
at least in public.  Frank had learned the same thing.  That is why
was nice for the old friends to meet once a week at the Silver Cafeand
play a game of chess.  They would talk about many things, like story
ideas and their friends at ASSD and whose turn it was to move a chess
piece.

Sometimes they would talk about girls.  But not if anyone was around.
They liked special girls not the kind that people their age were
supposed to like.  They didn't want just anyone knowing about what
they like to see in girls.

Today was more of the same. Uncle Sky finally moved one of his men.
It was Frank's turn this time.  He stared at the chess board.   Uncle
Sky looked up at the other people in the coffee shop.  When he looked
at the door, a group of people came in followed by a cute little girl.
The grown ups were all nervous.  But the girl seemed very sure of
herself and grown up.

"Hey, Frank," said Uncle Sky.

"I forgot whose turn it was, Sky."  Frank said as he stared at the
chess board.

"Never mind that,"  said Uncle Sky.  He pointed to the girl at the
door.  "Why does that girl look so familar?"

"Hey, I think that was the girl in that movie where they tried to take
away the daughter of the retarted man."

"Yes, what is her name?"

As Uncle Sky and Frank talked about her, the girl told the people with
her what she wanted.  She looked at the people in the coffee shop.
She saw them staring at her.  She smiled at them.  And then she walked
over while the grownups waited in line.

"Hi,"  she said.

"Hello," said Frank and Uncle Sky.

"Can I watch you play for awhile?"  she asked

The two men blushed and nodded their heads.

She smiled and pulled a seat over to the table.  She put it between
them.

"I'm Dakota."

"Dakota?"  asked Uncle Sky.  "Wait, are you Dakota Fanning, the star?"

The girl blushed and nodded her head.

"Wow," Frank said.  "We thought you may be.  What are you doing here?"

"I'm visiting to do an interview with the TV station."

"Wow," Frank and Uncle Sky said.

"What's your names?"

"I'm Sky."

"I'm Frank McCoy."

"Frank McCoy?"  The girl almost jumped from her seat.  "He's my
favourite writer."

"What?" Frank said.

"Are you him."  Frank nodded and the girl squealed.  She turned to
Uncle Sky.  "Are you Uncle Sky?"

The girl gave a loud squeal and jumped up and down.

"How do you know about our stories?"  asked Frank.

"Aren't you too young for them?" asked Uncle Sky.

"Oh, pooh.  I'm a big star and I can read whatever I want."  Dakota
said.  "And I AM NOT too young.  I am very grown up for a nine year
old."

She smiled and ran over to the people with her and whispered something
into one of their ears.  The man looked at Frank and Uncle Sky.  She
whispered something else to him.  He nodded his head.  Dakota skipped
back to Uncle Sky and Frank.

"Come on," Dakota said.  She grabbed Uncle Sky and Frank by their
hands.  "Mr Ross said we can go to the limo.  We just need to close
the blinds so no one can see us."

Frank and Uncle Sky follow Dakota to the big black limo in front of
the coffee shop.  She open the door.  Uncle Sky went in.  Frank went
in.  Dakota went in last.  She crawl on the seats and pulled down the
blindes to the windows.  With the windows covered it got dark inside
the limo.

Dakota reached down and pulled up her shirt.  Frank and Uncle Sky
stared at her young chest.  Dakota pulled off her white sneakers.
Then, she took off her jeans.  She only had on her plain white undies.

"Wow!  If  I knew I was going to have fun with my favourite writers, I
would have worn my frilly dress." said Dakota.

She reached over to Uncle Sky.  She pulled his thing from his pants
and gave it a lick.  She smiled.  She told Uncle Sky that it tasted
good.  Then, she began to suck on it like it was rock candy.   After
awhile, Uncle Sky shot his goo into her mouth.  Dakota ate it all and
licked her lips.

"Mr McCoy,  will you make a baby in me?"  Dakota asked.

She pulled Franks pants down.  She climbed into his lap.  His hard
thing sank into her hole.  Her hole was nice and wet.  No one noticed
anything happening.  But two people did see the limo rocking.

"Wow.  I bet some big star is getting some hot loving in that limo."

Three big stars were getting some loving in that limo.  Dakota got
something else, too.  Nine months later, all the papers told about her
getting a new little sister.  Uncle Sky got something, too.  He got a
note saying he was next.

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