repost: S Club Heaven, Part 1: Hannah
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prepare for "S Club Heaven, part 2: Hannah & Rachel" I've decided to
repost part 1. Right now i'm just doing final proofing and editing so
expect the post in the next day or two. In the meantime I hope you
enjoy part 1. Laters.
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WARNING: This is a fictional story intended for adults and contains
sexual material. If you are
offended by such material, or are under the age required to view
pornography in your jurisdiction
then please stop reading. Go outside and play or something, have some
ice cream. Okay, now
that that is done with, on with the story. . . .
S Club 7 Heaven, Part 1: Hannah (mf, mc, celeb, nc -> con, oral)
by The Wandering Crotch
It was a morning like any other on the set of S Club 7, the sun was
out, the trees swayed in
the gentle breeze, and Hannah was once again running late for her call
to the set. Unlike most
days, however, today's scenes called for a blue shimmering dress shirt
tied up in a knot, tight
navy bell bottomed jeans, tall grey open toed platform shoes, and a big
puffy blond wig to cover
her normally short curls. To a casual observer one might have thought
she had just emerged
from the set of Soul Train.
"Shit, late again", she thought.
Making her way past extras, crew members, and the cast trailers,
she suddenly heard a
puzzling noise. Her pace quickly slowed to a crawl, eventually stopping
all together. Curious,
she craned her head around, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise.
There it was again. . . .a
barely audible hum. Hannah quickly glanced around to see if anyone else
had noticed it when
she realized she was alone.
"What's one extra minute gonna hurt?", she said to herself.
Surrounded by sound stages, back drops, and trailers she pressed on
towards the trailer from
which she thought she heard the noise. Again she heard it, except
louder this time. It seemed to
be calling her somehow, drawing her in. The closer she got to the
trailer the louder it became. It
was also becoming more and more difficult it to think of anything else,
so much so that by the
time she reached the trailer door all thoughts of her scene, the show,
even her name were lost to
her. It seemed now to her as she'd floated, rather than walked to the
trailer. As she reached to
open the door it suddenly swung open as if by magic, bathing the
trailer's dim interior in the
bright Florida sun. The hum was now louder than ever, drawing her
inexorably forward into the
nondescript trailer. Once inside the door quickly shut behind her, once
again cloaking the room
in darkness. Being in stark contrast to the world outside it took
Hannah's eyes several moments
to become accustomed to her new surroundings. As she regained her
sight, the noise that drew
her to the trailer in the first place also faded away. The fog in her
mind was lifted, causing her
to realize for the first time true gravity of her situation. The
circumstances she was in quickly
became clear to her, and she instinctively spun around to face the way
that she came, only to
collide with her captor. She leapt backwards in an attempt to flee, but
landed badly, falling onto
her behind with her back to the wall. Frightened, she flailed her legs
about trying to escape
further, unknowingly backing herself deeper into the trailer.
"Careful, this isn't my trailer you know.", a young voice said.
"Who are you?", she quivered, her voice thick with her working
class British accent.
"My name's Jarod. . . .I guess you can say that I'm a fan."
Until now Hannah still harboured the hope that she might yet escape
this ordeal unscathed,
but that hope now seemed to slip away. Taking a closer look around the
room all she saw was a
small desk, a wooden chair, and a brass bed next to which the man was
now standing. The only
light in the room came through the slits caused by imperfections in the
blinds covering the
trailer's two windows, providing enough light to see shapes but very
little else. The noonday sun
cast thin yellow rays of light through the shoddy blinds, enabling one
to see the dust floating
lazily through the air.
"I know what you're thinking. 'I've been gone too long they must
be looking for me.'", he said,
"Actually, they've already gone to lunch."
"I can still. . . ."
"What? Scream? I picked this particular trailer for a reason,
it's one of the few trailers
around here that have been soundproofed."
"Then how did I. . . ."
"Hear the hum? I get asked that all the time, I honestly can't
tell you. I'm not sure if I know
how I do it myself.", he said looking puzzled, "Please, I really don't
want to hurt you, however, I
will if you make me. Do you understand?"
Seeing only one way out of this, Hannah slowly nodded her head.
"You have to believe me when I say I really didn't want to have to
do it this way", he said,
pausing for several seconds, "Please. . . .stand up."
Using the wall for balance Hannah pulled herself back up onto her
feet, wobbling a bit
from her fall. Sunlight from the one of the windows cut across Hannah's
slim figure,
illuminating her body in strips making her look even more like a
prisoner.
Taking a sharp breath Jarod pushed aside whatever doubt remained in
his mind and stepped
away from the brass bed.
"You're taller than I imagined. Um, take off your shirt. . .
.please." Jarod said, polite as ever.
Hannah opened her mouth as if to say something, but the words never
came, instead she
resignedly looked down at the knot holding her shirt closed and slowly
began moving her hands
toward it.
"On second thought, allow me.", he interjected.
Advancing from his place near the bed he made his way toward her,
allowing Hannah her
first real look at her captor. Jarod really wasn't she expected, he was
actually quite handsome.
He was about three or four inches taller than herself, twenty or
twenty-one years old with spiky
raven-coloured hair and piercing blue eyes. For a couple of seconds she
actually found herself
staring into them before once again realizing what he was about to do to
her. Clenching her eyes
shut she awaited his rough hands upon her young and supple skin, but
what she felt instead was
the warmth of his breath as he timidly smelled her perfume. Opening her
eyes she saw him right
on front of her, no more than inch away, now gazing deeply into her
eyes.
"Your eyes are a beautiful shade of blue.", he whispered.
"Thank you.", she said, pushing a stray lock of hair from her face.
A part of her thought, "What the hell are you doing Hannah!?! This
guy's a psycho, and
you're flirting with him!?!", while another part countered, "But he's so
cute. I think he just
wanted to meet you and it got out of hand. Look, if you saw this guy on
the street you'd be
stepping over Rachel and Jo just to be the first to jump this guy, well
now's your chance."
"You're right.", she thought aloud.
"Pardon?"
"Nothing.", she said, grasping his hands and placing them on the
knot in her shirt.
Without a word he leaned in, kissing her deeply. Their tongues
intertwined, Jarod drank
deeply of the sweetness in her mouth. Never in his wildest dreams had
Jarod imagined that he
would one day be kissing Hannah Spearritt, all of his fantasies were now
being realized. Little
did he know that Hannah was now beginning to feel the same way. After
what seemed to be an
eternity he broke the kiss, focusing for a moment on the task at hand.
Swiftly untying the knot,
he swept the shimmering dress shirt past her shoulders, revealing
Hannah's pert breasts. Unable
to resist the sight before him, Jarod bent down placing his head, level
to Hannah's now exposed
mammaries. After glancing up at her, as if for permission, Jarod began
to slowly trace circles
around Hannah's right nipple with his tongue, eliciting a low moan of
approval from the starlet.
Encouraged by this, Jarod began to massage Hannah's left breast,
squeezing it and teasing her
left nipple.
"Uuuuhhhh. . . .", she moaned, running her fingernails across
Jarod's scalp.
After a couple of minutes Jarod sensed that there were other parts
of her body that cried out
for attention. Rising from his knees he gave Hannah another quick kiss.
"Let's go to the bed.", she whispered.
Rather than verbalizing his agreement, Jarod instead swept Hannah
off of her feet, easily
bearing her petite frame in his arms. Hannah, surprised by Jarod's bold
gesture let out a little
peep, however she quickly became accustomed to his grasp and threw her
arms around his neck
drawing him close to kiss him once again. After lowering Hannah onto
the mattress Jarod could
not help, but take a moment to admire his prize.
"My God you're beautiful.", he mused.
Flattered by his compliment, Hannah leaned forward and slowly began
to unbutton Jarod's
now wrinkled dress shirt. Pushing the shirt off of his broad chest,
Hannah peppered Jarod's
torso and abdomen with kisses, only stopping to tease his nipples with
her tongue. Hannah
worked her way up past his shoulders and neck, her tongue once again
finding a place in his
mouth. Breaking the kiss and kneeling before her, Jarod began to slip
off Hannah's tight hip-
hugging jeans. Sliding past her buttocks and hips, the pants soon found
themselves on the dusty
floor, leaving Hannah clad only in a pair of white cotton panties.
Leaning back and breathing
deeply, Hannah awaited her first real sexual experience. This was,
however, not a new
experience for Jarod, he knew exactly which buttons to press to make her
scream. Working his
way between her legs Jarod could already smell the sweetness he was
about to sample, more
importantly he could already see the effect he had had on her so far.
The crotch of her panties
was already nearly transparent with her juices. Gently lifting Hannah's
buttocks, Jarod eased her
panties down her legs letting them fall to the floor, revealing Hannah's
moist albeit slightly hairy
pussy. Unable to believe his luck Jarod took several seconds to absorb
the image in front of him.
Hannah was one of the most beautiful girls Jarod had ever seen, and
little did Jarod know, but he
was the first man to ever see her like this. Jarod, wanting to prolong
her pleasure as long as
possible began to tease Hannah, letting his warm breath wash over her
moist, pink pussy, and
covering her thighs with his kisses.
". . . .please. . . .I can't wait any longer. . . .", she said
between gasps.
In truth Jarod could not wait any longer either. Finally giving
in, Jarod began to tongue and
probe the folds of Hannah's pussy. Her taste and scent flooding his
senses, Jarod began to bob
his head, pushing his tongue deeper and deeper into Hannah's womanhood,
nearly driving her
over the edge, and causing her to moan loudly.
"Oooohhhh. . . .Jarod. . . .God. . . .", Hannah gasped.
Pleased with his performance so far, Jarod slowly began to insert,
first one, then two fingers
into Hannah's pussy, the moisture of her arousal easily lubricating her
passage. Jarod began
thrusting slowly at first to allow her adjust to this new intrusion,
Hannah, however, was soon
grinding her hips forward in order to force his hand even deeper into
her body. As his finishing
blow Jarod began to tease Hannah's clit, at first flicking it with his
tongue, then sucking it as
hard as he could. No longer able to cope with such immense pleasure
Hannah started to buck
and quiver uncontrollably, ending her orgasm with a blood-curdling
scream.
"I take it you enjoyed yourself.", Jarod said coyly, gesturing to
his hand covered in her come.
Unable to speak Hannah instead slid off of the bed pinning Jarod to
the floor and kissing him
forcefully.
"One good turn deserves another, right?", she asked seductively as
she moved closer and
closer to his now throbbing member.
"If that's how things operate in Britain, who am I to argue?", he
quipped nervously.
Now that she looked at it, the bulge in Jarod's pants seemed
particularly large, making
Hannah a little bit nervous. Undoing the button and unzipping his fly
Hannah slowly pulled off
Jarod's black chinos, leaving them in a crumpled ball next to her
discarded underwear. Even
with his silk boxers still on, Hannah marveled at the size of Jarod's
swollen genitalia. Looking
down, Jarod could see the look of bewilderment on Hannah's face, and
indulged himself with a
wry half-smile.
"Are you okay down there?", Jarod said jokingly.
"Ask me that in a second.", she said, as she grasped the waistband
of Jarod's black boxers.
In one deft motion Hannah easily slid off Jarod's shorts, finally
freeing his aching prick.
"Wow.", Hannah said wide-eyed, causing Jarod to chuckle lightly.
Unsure of exactly what to do Hannah began to experiment gently
running her tongue along
the length of Jarod's nine inch penis, occasionally nipping its tip.
After lubricating it in it's
entirely, Hannah slowly began to take it into her mouth. At first she
only kept the head of
Jarod's cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, but as she
became more and more
comfortable Hannah swallowed more and more of his shaft, Jarod's dick
eventually hitting the
back of her throat. More than anything Jarod enjoyed looking down at
her as she blew him, he
loved the look on her sweet face as she bobbed up and down on his
member.
After several minutes Jarod started to feel a churning in his
balls, a sure sign of his impending
orgasm. Not wanting to waste it on a blowjob Jarod gently coaxed
Hannah's mouth off of his
prick, and placed her on the edge of the bed resting her feet on his
shoulders.
"Are you ready?", he asked concernedly.
After nodding affirmative, Hannah prepared herself for the coming
pain, meanwhile Jarod
readied himself, placing his still-hard penis at the entrance to
Hannah's now sopping pussy.
Seconds later Hannah could feel the tip of Jarod's penis inside of her,
it was bigger than
anything she felt so far. Inching further and further, Jarod advanced
until the whole of his length
was inside her.
"Are you alright?", asked Jarod.
"Uh-huh. . . .", she gasped.
Hearing her reply Jarod began to establish a rhythm, slowly at
first then building to a steady
pace. It was tighter than Jarod had expected, it felt at if Hannah's
pussy was hanging off of his
prick. For her part Hannah was coping quite well, within minutes she
began meeting him with
each thrust, pushing his cock even deeper into her wet hole. Spreading
her legs into the
missionary position Jarod came down upon her sticking his tongue deeply
into her waiting
mouth, at the same massaging her lemon-sized tits. Hannah could barely
believe what was
happening to her, these new sensations dancing across her body were
better than anything she
had ever felt. As Jarod began to tease and pinch her nipples Hannah was
pushed over the edge
over the edge and she began to shudder uncontrollably emitting squeals
of delight. Seeing this
wonderful event Jarod was also driven to orgasm and groaned deeply as he
shot into Hannah, her
pussy milking his prick for all it was worth. As they simultaneously
climaxed, seconds seemed
to flow into hours, eventually however the feelings subsided bringing
the couple back to Earth
basking in a post-coital glow.
Jarod quickly recomposed himself, finally realizing that Hannah
might be beginning to be
missed on the set. They dressed in silence, the one inevitable question
lingering in both their
minds.
"I have to go now.", Jarod said softly, giving Hannah one last
kiss.
"Jarod. . . .can I see you again sometime?", she asked sweetly, as
he turned towards the trailer
door.
Hearing her question, Jarod stopped dead in his tracks. Turning
back slowly to meet her gaze
it took a moment for the words to come.
"We'll meet again, I promise.", said Jarod.
And with that, he opened the door and vanished into the sunny
mid-morning light.
T H E E N D
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