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story_codes: m/g(10) teen boy/pre-teen girl, first, cons

story_intro: Millions of very young fans love teen pop singer Stevie Darrow. And Stevie loves his prepubescent fans right back - as many as he can get. Tonight, Riley finds herself as the main course on her idol's post-concert menu.


story_language: English







Stevie Darrow - Pedo Pop Star, part 1

Written by madvlad


comments_readers: I've made reference to Stevie Darrow in a few stories (not that you need to read them before this one) and he appeared in one. But I've always meant to give him some star treatment in his own series. 

	And if you've read any of the "Getting Directions" stories, yes - that is the same Sandra who makes a cameo here.

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	The heavyset man chuckled and looked up from his electronic tablet. Turning to the teenage boy sprawled nearby on the tour bus couch, he pointed to the tablet.

	"Here's an update to an oldie but goodie," he said. "What has one hundred legs and no hair? The front row at a Stevie Darrow concert - from the waist down."

	Stevie chuckled. He hadn't heard that one before but understood how earlier teen idols could have been used in that joke. Of course, Harry, his tour manager, also understood the special little twist to that. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been Stevie's tour manager despite his skills in that job.

	No, Harry's hidden duties included procuring a lucky young fan with some special time Stevie. They would remember bits and pieces of their encounter but much of it would be a blur attributed to the excitement and high-pitched puppy love they had. No one suspected it was due more to the drug that laced whatever drink - soda, lemonade, etc. - they were given. It served as a twilight sedative to purge the memories along with a little something to loosen their inhibitions. The rest was pure Stevie Darrow magic.

	One of Harry's strokes of genius was including a "Pop Star Experience" after the show. This was a special package that was included with a ticket. The fans would be seated in a special, chaperoned section and then afterward spent a few hours in a secure multi-media extravaganza with virtual reality areas, digital stages, electronic games, and other things to keep them very occupied. No one would notice one less girl among the group.

	What this also did was to allow the parents to leave their kids in a safe environment and not have to endure a concert and the following activities with a bunch of screaming preteens. It was heralded as the next step in entertainment. Stevie sure as hell kept himself entertained.

	Picking up his own pad, Stevie surfed a few of the usual sites to see any updates and blogs about his favorite performer - himself. During a recent return to the Land-Fields Studios, where he got his start in show business as well as pre-pubertal sex, he had posed for cameras along with Ally Pritchard, the ten year-old star of the series "Big Sam on Campus". Ally was smiling and waving to the camera while leaning out from an open window on Stevie's tour bus. Steve was leaning out just above her with a smile and wave as well.

	There were many comments from his young fans bemoaning how lucky Ally was. What they didn't know was that the little redhead had her skirt up and panties down while Stevie's pick was buried in her bald cunny. They had paused in mid-coitus to stick their heads out and wave. From the photo on the internet, Ally certainly looked flushed with excitement.

	She certainly had been excited as Stevie plumbed her juicy little snatch and was well-flushed with his spunk when he was done. Unlike many of Stevie's fans, she didn't have a hymen for him to contend with, having lost the bit of membrane during her final audition with studio management when she was six years old. 

	Then there had recently been another girl that age at one of his concerts. She was a blonde girl with pouty lips who oozed sexuality despite her undeveloped figure that still filled her cut-off denim shorts quite admirably. And those tanned legs of hers...Very early on, Stevie had selected her during the show. 

	When they met afterward, he learned her name was Sandra. Of all things, she was from a trailer park from across the river. 

	"How did you get here, then?" he asked as he handed her a glass of doctored iced tea.

	"Oh," she purred. "I never have a problem finding a guy who will give me a ride."

	And Stevie certainly gave her a ride - three, in fact. She, too, was no virgin and screwed him silly with remarkable technique. Her lightly tanned body showed just the skimpiest patches of white from other outfits she must have worn. Gold or white, the girl's skin was smooth all over and held a light sheen of sweat as her naked figure flexed and twisted while her clutching, preteen twat was impaled on Stevie's prick.

	When they were done, Stevie was panting on the bed in his tour bus while Sandra donned her form-fitting attire. Giving him a wink, she left the bus.

	It was only after she was gone that he noticed that her glass of iced tea was still full. There had been plenty of instances when, without the time constraints of concert stops, he had seduced a young girl. But he wondered who had seduced whom this night.

	With his dick stiffening at the memories, Stevie called over to Harry.

	"I think I'd like a ten year-old tonight," he announced.

	Smoothing imaginary wrinkles in her purple skirt, Riley stared at her reflection with concern. The sweater worn over her white blouse was also purple as were her knee socks. She would have preferred purple shoes (hers were black) but her mother had cautioned against "too much purple". 

	But the ten year-old wasn't so sure. After all, she had it on good authority from three different fan magazines that purple was Stevie Darrow's favorite color. But maybe she had enough purple on for him to notice her in the front row at this evening's concert. 

	Her panties were white but they did have purple trim - she had chosen those with that in mind. In the mirror, she could see her cheeks blushing. Of course, Stevie would never see her underwear - why would he? After all, he was far too nice to be trying to take any dirty peeks under her skirt.

	Squinting, Riley checked the mirror to see if she could find any hint of her other undergarment. But her blouse gave no indication of her brand new training bra. Not that Riley had any need for it but she had finally worked up the nerve to ask her mother for one just in case she started to mature at any moment.

	"It could happen any day now," she had gravely informed her mother.

	Riley's mother couldn't suppress her grin. Riley was just a month past her tenth birthday and, if genetics held out, wouldn't have need for a bra until she was twelve. But the timing of her daughter's request couldn't be ignored. 

	'I don't think you have to worry about suddenly needing a D-cup," she told her daughter. "But if you want to feel a little more grown up at the concert, I understand.

	Now two days later, the pre-show giddiness made her belly shake and Riley couldn't help smiling at her reflection. She was going to see Stevie Darrow tonight. Reaching into the pocket of her sweater, she extracted the special pass she had - not just for a front row seat but for the entire Pop Star Experience. 

	At intermission, a personal assistant was carefully dabbing the sweat from Stevie's brow while he sipped from a bottle of water. Harry sauntered over and made idle talk until the assistant left. 

	"She's a little right of center," Stevie said of his choice. "You can't miss her - lots of purple."

	Harry laughed. Damn near every girl was wearing as much purple as she could find since they knew what Stevie's favorite color was. He had wondered if he should plant a story that Stevie had switched his favorite color to anything in loud plaid. That would make for a sight at the concerts.

	"Light blue eyes," Stevie went on, getting down to business. "She's a brunette - dark hair in bangs and it goes down past her shoulders."

	Harry nodded and passed the word to Josie.

	Although not drop-dead gorgeous, Josie was considered somewhat pretty with her most attractive feature being her sunny disposition. Naturally, no one could have suspected her of anything nasty when she approached a girl during the after-show activities and led her away. But the young woman often watched Stevie bed the pretty young treats from a hidden place and masturbated with no restraint while those precious little cunts got reamed. 

	After Stevie was done, she often stayed with the girl until the effects of the drug were wearing off. If the girl still seemed out of it at first, Josie would happily munch on the child's bald, cream-filled muffin. It was much more fun than simply using a washcloth to get the junior groupie clean. By the time she had the girl back in the entertainment area (public entertainment, that is), the kid would have no memory as to what happened accept for some vague memories of meeting her idol.

	Riley eyed the nice lady's badge with a bit of envy. She worked for Stevie and got to go backstage and everything! The lady, Josie, had approached her at one of the virtual video station, where a girl could dance and lip-synch while her moving image was digitally inserted into a Stevie Darrow video. Apparently they (whoever "they" were) needed a devoted fan like her for a moment.

	Riley gaped as back-up dancers walked by and crews bustled about with pieces of the stage set they were dismantling. She wanted to soak it all in but she kept pace with Josie. There was a large bus parked inside the garage area of the venue and Josie led her inside. 

	"This is Riley," the woman called.

	"Hi, Riley," said the teenager with the carefully tousled hair and the shining smile that Riley had studied so well.

	Riley nervously sipped her 7Up before answering Stevie's next question. She had been so stunned when she first found herself in his presence that she didn't know what to say. But Stevie had taken the lead and he was asking so many questions about her. Imagine that - Stevie Darrow wanted to know about her!

	Feeling more confident, she asked him a question. No, she wasn't nervous anymore. In fact, she was feeling quite relaxed. And a little warm. Stevie must have noticed because he so thoughtfully helped her remove her sweater. She giggled as she told him it was his favorite color. That was kind of stupid because of course he knew that.

	But he didn't seem to mind. Still, Riley wanted to apologize for that (why was she being so silly?). But before she could find the words, Steve kept her mouth from moving by putting his lips on hers.

	Her heart pounding, Riley thought she was going to melt away. Her first kiss - her first real kiss with a boy and it was with Stevie Darrow! With the unbelievable contact, Riley's lips were burning. But Stevie soothed them with his tongue. Then it slipped between then, poking into her mouth and flicking against her tongue.

	Riley had seen people kissing with their mouths open in movies but never imagined the additional, intimate contact that allowed. Slowly, she extended her tongue, coaxed by Stevie's licks. The trailer was incredibly warm, even with her sweater off.

	He must have unbuttoned her blouse although Riley didn't remember it. But the shirt slid from her shoulders, leaving her upper body bare except for the small training bra that adorned her undeveloped form. She might have been cooler without the clothing but the heat inside her only intensified. 

	The teen's hand was on one flat triangle of Riley's training bra, caressing her through it. With her eyes closed, Riley imagined herself with breasts that pressed against the silkiness of her bra. When he began to slide the front of her bra up, Riley felt her first twinge of panic - he would discover that she was still a little girl beneath her precocious bit of lingerie.

	She was perfect, Steve thought as he gazed at the pink nipples with stiffened points on her boyish chest. Not that he minded a little swelling of the nipple if the girl was coming along or even some plump little mounds of new tit meat. But the "flatties" were just fine with him. That she worn a training bra made her even more delicious - like having a layer of giftwrap there. 

	Easing the girl backward onto the bed, he followed by leaning over her and drawing one of her inflamed nips into his mouth where he sucked it while flicking the hard tip with his tongue. Riley moaned softly - a tuneless melody of initial arousal as her body prepared itself for something she did not yet know.

	She wasn't aware of his deft removal of her skirt while he orally ravished her flat chest. Then his hand was between her legs with his fingers working against the thin cotton there and feeling the pliant contours of her young mound. When he raised his head from her torso, she lay still, panting with newfound lust.

	Stevie smiled as he regarded the purple waist and leg bands on her otherwise white panties. Her color choice was no accident, of that he was sure. Many of his underage conquests wore purple there - either with trim or as a main color. What were they thinking when they selected those colors for their undies? A huge majority knew nothing of sex or that their idol might be enjoying the luscious contents hidden inside of them. Yet, they still wore "his" color pressed against their cunnies.

	With this thumb, Stevie pressed the cloth of Riley's panties into her cleft and held it there. In short order, he felt the dampness as her liquid seemed through the material. Removing his hand, he gazed at the innocent little girl as she lay nearly nude on his bed with the crotch of her panties showing her burgeoning lust. Skinning the panties from the girl, he savored the smoothness of her pert little ass cheeks as he bared her bottom. After the underwear joined the rest of the girl's clothing on the floor, Stevie admired the smooth cleanliness of the preteen's bared snatch. The edges of her labia were shiny with the juices he had induced but otherwise they remained primly closed against each other to hide the virgin prize inside.

	Stevie quickly stripped and as he climbed on top of the girl, Riley's hazy mind cleared a little as she started at his erection. 

	"Is...is that your...penis?" she asked, blushing at just saying the word. 

	"Yes, I'm going to put it in you."

	Stevie loved telling girls like this about what was going to happen. Their confusion and wonder were titillating. So he wasn't surprised when Riley's forehead wrinkled as her eyes widened in puzzlement.

	"Why?" she asked in a fuzzy tone.

	"So I can have sex with you."

	Riley was silent for a moment and then asked, "Isn't that how they make babies?"

	"Yeah."

	"But I'm not old enough to have a baby."

	Riley couldn't have known it, but that was one of the sexiest things she could have said. Stevie folded her legs up and spread them apart as her bald, glistening pussy finally opened its petals for him. His cock head pushed into soft flesh, covering the precious pink he had momentarily seen. 

	He slammed forward, breaking through the fourth grader's cherry and drawing a weak grunt of pain from the girl. With the child now deflowered, he sank into the juicy little virgin twatlet, opening her fully to please her idol. 

	Riley moaned as the teen worked his prick in and out of her clinging cunt a couple of times to get her further ready. Her newly opened sex sucked at the hard meat as it pulled out and squelched with her escaping liquid when Stevie's cock went back in. A small trickle of blood from her torn hymen dripped from a smooth cunny lip and onto the sheet to make a stain for Stevie's trophy collection.

	Now that he had his measure of the girl, Stevie began fucking the ten year-old with unrestrained lust. She squirmed and murmured beneath him while her slick, fleshy sleeve squeezed at his cock as he stroked inside of her. Giving his naked little fan the full Stevie Darrow treatment, the teen plumbed her juicy twat. Riley's violated young pussy flexed to accommodate the hard meat filling it. The sliding contact made her wetter and the youngster kept curving her back in reaction to the inflamed twitching that seemed to be growing deep between her open legs. On Riley's titless chest, her still-hardened nipples pointed at her first lover as she undulated to the carnal beat of the cock skewering her de-virginized cunny. 

	Stevie appreciated the ride she was giving him and soon responded with his ejaculation. Riley blinked and mumbled something as she felt the surge of teen jism seeding her prepubescent body.

	Riley stared at Stevie, wanting to ask a question but her mind could not put the thoughts into words. She had hoped she was doing this strange thing right but her concerns dissipated like loose feathers in the wind when he leaned close to her face.

	"You're so good, I'm going to do it again."

	With the stamina and recovery of youth, Stevie once again hammered the ten year-old groupie with his cock. It was kind of a shame that she wouldn't remember her first time but he hoped something remained buried deep in her head. Perhaps when she was a little older, an induced instinct would drive her to sneak backstage for another performer - better yet, a group. 

	Yeah, one of those bands from way back with the members now in their fifties or sixties. And Riley, maybe twelve or thirteen with some real tits blooming beneath her braless shirt, would find them and offer her ripe body to them all. She'd take them all, using her mouth and maybe her ass. It would be her first time with a man back there and she would be scared. But it wouldn't matter because those hard and gnarly rocker pricks, seasoned by years of tours and groupies, would open her up back there while also enjoying her mouth and cunt. She'd take it all in her barely nubile young body. If it all went well, maybe she'd get knocked up and could only guess which of the four or five guys was her baby's daddy.

	With that thought, Stevie slammed more of his own sperm into Riley's unready uterus. Nope, she wouldn't be taking home that kind of souvenir - a baby - tonight.

	He could have gone a couple more times with Riley but Stevie did have other obligations. Getting dressed, he took the time to take a few photos of his latest "biggest fan" as his semen oozed from her hairless snatch. Then he planted a tender kiss on her mouth before leaving.

	Lying on the bed, Riley didn't feel it beneath her as she thought she was floating. Another man came into the room - a rather husky man with a beard. Riley wondered if she should apologize for being undressed but the man didn't seem to mind. In fact, he unzipped his pants and put his thing where Stevie had put it. 

	Harry didn't mind having leftovers. Especially one so small and snug as he worked his cock into the bald mound and felt the slick clasp of the heated, prepubescent channel inside. The girl was lying still with her arms spread and her mind still drifting in the clouds. She was wet and hot around his thrusting prick and with a satisfied grunt, the man pumped his sperm into a partner more than thirty years his junior. 

	Riley blinked her eyes. The man was gone but now a woman came into the room. She recognized her - it was the lady who had brought her to Stevie. Like the man before her, she didn't mind that Riley was naked. Then she licked her lips and lowered her mouth between the little girl's legs. 

	As Josie sucked away at the evidence, she dug into the ten year-old's pussy with her tongue as far as the narrow tunnel would allow. She pressed hard, tasting the heady maleness in the semen and the delightful girlishness in the new juices that the girl produced.

	In the Pop Star Experience area, the girls were screaming and quickly gathering to where Stevie Darrow had just appeared in person. Riley felt a little woozy and didn't know why. Oh yes, she had met him in private and he was so nice. But then everything was a blur. It must have been the excitement. But she had met him. To substitute the clouded memories, the girl's imagination began to insert snippets of conversation and of impressions she had about him until they became as real in her mind as anything else. 

	She had met and talked with Stevie Darrow! 

	In the pocket of her sweater was an autograph from him made out to her on a sheet of pastel purple stationary - his own. Reading it again, she felt giddy. 

	"To Riley. The best fan I could ever have. Love, Stevie."

	Riley waved to him just as he looked up over the small sea of preteen heads gathered before him. He gave her a wink and she sighed. Then she wondered about the odd pulse she had felt between her legs when their eyes had briefly met. Maybe that had something to do with Stevie being so sexy.

	Sexy. 

	It was an interesting word although she really didn't understand what that was really all about yet.


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