Title: Before the Party
Celebs: Jana Kramer, Cassadee Pope
Codes: MF, mF, rape, oral, anal
Summary: Jana Kramer and Cassadee Pope perform at a birthday party…and before.
Disclaimer: The following is a fictional story involving the rape of two celebrities by a fictional adult male and his underage fictional son. Any similarities to reality are purely coincidental.
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My son and I waited in the kitchen for our guests to arrive. Today was my daughter’s tenth birthday and as a surprise, I was able to somehow score two of her favorite country artists to perform at her party. I never thought in a million years that I would be able to convince the likes of Cassadee Pope and Jana Kramer to come to my house in the middle of Indiana but I was able to at a meet and greet days earlier.
After waiting in line at the Best Buy for hours, I finally made it to the table. I was the last person that would be able to meet the girls and I used that to my advantage. I was amazed at how beautiful both girls were in person, especially Cassadee. I knew she was cute but up close and personal, she was a knockout. Jana was no slouch either, in fact you could have told me that they were models and I would have believed you.
I had concocted my plan ever since I found out that they would be in town. Now that I had seen them in person, I knew that there was no way I could pass this up.
“If it’s not a problem, can I ask you girls something?” I asked them as I knelt down across from them. “You see, my daughter Miranda absolutely loves the both of you and, well, she’s having a birthday in a few days and the doctors say that this will probably be her last one.”
“Oh my, what is wrong?” Jana asked, genuinely concerned.
“She was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer a few years ago and she has recently been in bad shape,” I lied. “She has just enough strength to make it to the bathroom at this point. By the end of the month, she will probably take her final step in the house. I really want to make this birthday a special one and it would make her very happy to have two of her favorite singers at our house.”
I could almost hear their hearts break at my story while I was laughing inside. My daughter did not have cancer, hell she was not even sick. While I was with the women, Miranda was pitching a perfect game in softball, her third consecutive. She was a younger, white Mo’ne Davis.
“I am so sorry to hear that,” Cassadee said. “I’d love to make your daughter’s birthday a blast.”
“Me too,” Jana added. “I’m in.”
“Oh great,” I said as my evil mind chuckled. “Miranda will be so happy.”
A few days later, here we were. I had informed my son, who had had a major crush on Jana since she was on ‘One Tree Hill’, a show he still is embarrassed to admit that he loved, of the plan. Even though he was sixteen, his sexual history mirrored that of mine. He lost his virginity at thirteen and had already slept with every girl in both years of high school gym class. He was a chip off the old block and I knew that he would be into the plan as much, if not more, than I was.
We heard a knock on the door and, instantly, I could feel the blood rushing to my cock. I got up and answered the door, finding Jana standing there in a loose black t-shirt and a super tight pair of teal Capri pants.
“Hello Mr. Fama,” she said as I let her in.
“Hello Ms. Kramer, call me Ted. This is my son Chandler,” I said.
My son stood up and Jana gave him a big hug. I was proud that he was able to control himself from throwing her down and raping her on the spot. He knew the bigger picture and knew well enough to wait. The singer sat down at the kitchen table while I made her a cup of coffee at her request. Just as I sat down, another knock came to the door. I got up and answered it to find Cassadee wearing the cutest pink dress, one that barely went halfway down her thigh and showed just enough cleavage to drive any straight man insane.
“Hi Mr. Fama,” she said, pulling me in for a hug with a huge smile on her face.
“Hello, this is my son Chandler and of course you know Jana,” I said as I walked to the refrigerator. “Anything to drink, Ms. Pope?”
“I’ll just have a bottle of water,” she said as I grabbed a cold bottle and tossed it to her.
I sat down next to Cassadee while my son was trying to put the moves on Jana. I could tell that he was not going to be able to restrain himself so I came up with a bit of a plan.
“Chandler, why don’t you take Jana upstairs and show her Miranda’s room,” I told him.
“Yes sir,” he said, holding his hand out to the thirty-one year old former actress.
“What a gentleman!” Jana exclaimed, grabbing his hand and leaving the kitchen.
“You raised a nice young man,” Cassadee said as she took a sip of her water.
“I try,” I told her. “It’s been hard since his mother walked out on us.”
“How long ago?” she asked me.
“Two years, she decided that heroin and her twenty year old drug dealer boyfriend were more important than her kids,” I said, faking tearing up. “And this was a week after Miranda’s diagnosis. She said that she’d rather have fun than be shackled to a cripple.”
“Oh my god, what a cunt,” she said with a strong scent of anger in her tone. “Sorry, my sister says I need to stop saying that word but I think it applies here.”
“No worries, I’ve called her much worse,” I said with a laugh. “So what is the plan for today?”
While Cassadee and I went through the plans for the party, Chandler and Jana were upstairs in my daughter’s room. He was showing her pictures of his “sick” sister, following the script of lies that I had run by him earlier. Within a minute, Jana was completely heartbroken from hearing of Miranda’s life. Chandler had done such a good job that he had her crying in the middle of the room.
“I have tissues in my room, follow me,” he said as he grabbed her hand and led her down the hallway.
Once in the bedroom, Chandler quietly closed the door and locked it. Jana sat down on the bed on took a tissue from the night stand.
“I feel so sorry for your entire family,” she said while dabbing tears from her cheek and looking around the room, spotting a guitar against the wall. “You play?”
“Oh yeah,” he said. “I’m in a band.”
“Cool, can I hear?” she said, still sniffling.
“Sure, this room is soundproofed so I can practice whenever,” Chandler said with an evil smile.
Chandler played an original song, which brought the light back to Jana’s face. Once he was done, he put the guitar down and sat next to her.
“You are pretty good, I might need to use you during the party,” she said.
“I’d love to,” Chandler said as he placed his hand on Jana’s thigh.
“Whoa, slow down there kid,” she said, pushing his hand off of her. “You’re half my age and I have a boyfriend.”
“It’s okay Jana, I may be younger but I’m very experienced,” he responded, putting his hand back.
“Chandler, please. This day is about your sister, not you,” she said, standing up.
“Hey!” he yelled, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her back down. “What is your fucking problem?”
“Don’t talk to me like that,” she said as she slapped him across the face.
“Big mistake,” Chandler said as he grabbed by the shoulders and tackled her to the bed.
“Help!” she screamed.
“The room is soundproofed, idiot,” he said as he pinned her wrists by her ears and bent down to give her a kiss.
“Please stop, think of your sister,” she cried.
“My sister isn’t sick, we made that all up to get you two cunts here,” the young man said, causing Jana’s eyes to grow wide and fill with fear.
“How dare you,” she said in a quiet voice while her shirt was being wrestled up her body.
Jana’s black shirt was quickly stripped from her body, followed by her white cotton bra. My son grabbed, squeezed and pinched at her 36B’s while she cried louder. She begged him to stop but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Chandler crashed his lips against her once more, forcing another kiss upon her. He lay flat on top of her and grabbed her head, pulling closer to his. As he was on top of her, she could feel his growing erection pressing against her crotch.
Chandler pushed off Jana enough to fit his hand between their bodies, unzipping her Capri’s and tugging them down her legs. She started to slap his chest but a quick slap to the throat stopped her. He slid down her body and hooked all ten fingers into the waist of her pants. She screamed after one quick motion pulled her bright pants to her ankles. The singer was left only in her panties when my son stood up and started to undress.
“Please,” she once again begged.
Jana tried to sit up but was quickly shoved back down.
“You have three options,” he said as he pulled his pants down, revealing his thick seven inch penis. “Option one, you sit up and start sucking before I fuck that little cunt of yours. Option two, I turn you over and go in your ass dry. Option three, I yell down to my dad and he brings Cassadee up here and we take turns double-stuffing you whores. What’ll it be?”
“I fucking hate you,” Jana said as she sat up and grabbed hold of his cock.
“Take your panties off first,” he commanded.
With a grumpy look on her face, Jana slithered out of her underwear and joined my son in full nudity, exposing her cleanly shaven cunt. She grabbed hold of his member again and started to slowly stroke it.
“You better be as good of a cocksucker as your face suggests,” he said with a laugh.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, staring up at him.
“I don’t remember ‘talking’ being an option,” he said as he grabbed onto her hair with both hands and drew her closer to his teenage cock.
Jana was disgusted as she brought her face closer to his stiff cock. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, giving him the opportunity to thrust forward and smack his tip against her tonsils. Her eyes shot open as she began to gag. The brunette tried to pull away but my son took a handful of hair and held her in place.
Chandler started to violently fuck the poor girl’s mouth. Tears were streaming down her face, carrying traces of her black eye shadow down with it. The sound of her choking filled the room, not a bit of sound exiting to signal for help. He pulled his cock out and slapped her nose with his soggy member.
“Lick my balls,” he calmly told her while holding his cock up, presenting his testicles to her.
Jana took a deep breath before allowing her tongue to slide out and press against his hairy sack. She flinched as she felt each little hair tickle her taste buds. Her dark brown eyes stared directly at his shaft, watching each pulsation of blood rushing to the tip. She looked up briefly to see him glaring at her with a look of satisfaction on his face.
“Suck on one of them,” he demanded.
After flashing a cute, angry look, she took one ball between her lips and sucked it in. The tip of her tongue swirled around and around, coating it in a fresh coat of saliva. She popped it out of her mouth and did the same to the other.
”Enough,” he said, pulling away from her. “Stand up.”
The five foot, four inch woman rose to her feet and stood in front of my son. He reached down and started to rub her pussy lips with two fingers. She groaned as he bumped against her clit, sending a jolt of electricity up her body. She finally stopped crying long enough to let out an unintentional moan of joy.
“Slut!” he yelled before smacking her bare pubic area. “Bend over.”
Jana reluctantly turned around and placed her hands on the bed. She arched her back to get comfortable while Chandler grabbed and jiggled her cheeks. He started to rub his cock against her damp entrance and inched in. Jana grasped the sheets on the bed and grunted as she felt his thick sausage stretching her tight hole.
“Damn you’re tight! Boyfriend must have a pencil dick,” he smirked. “Must feel good to be fucked by a real man.”
Jana turned to face him and, well if looks could kill, my son would have dropped dead. He did not see the anger in her face but instead saw how cute she looked when she was upset. He reached forward and brushed her cheek with two fingers, the same two fingers that were damp with her pussy juice. She turned away and ducked her head down, staring at the bed. Her eyes wandered and she was able to see his balls slapping against her pelvis. She quickly went back to focusing on the bed, hoping that he was a quick shooter.
Unfortunately for Jana, Chandler was very experienced and was able to hold back as long as possible. The girl quietly sobbed the entire time that her pussy was being abused. She squealed every time she felt his palm smack against her bubbly ass.
After a few minutes, Chandler pulled out of Jana and shoved her onto the bed. He grabbed her by the feet and rolled her on to her back. He slid between her legs and hovered directly over her. She stared directly up at him while he slid his cock back inside of her. He lowered himself and pressed his body tightly against hers. His hips were violently jumping up and down while she grunted in to his ear.
Chandler started to nibble on her earlobe, breathing heavily and moaning. Jana was shaking her head back and forth, begging for him to stop. She bit down on her fingernail and let out a damaged wail. Chandler knew exactly why she was doing this.
“You slut, you’re getting off on this,” he said as he felt her pussy pulling at his cock while every muscle in her body tensed up.
“No!” she groaned. “No, no, no!”
While Jana’s orgasm was dying down, my son was ready to burst as well. He jumped off of her and knelt over her chest. He brought her hand to his cock and assisted in jerking himself off. He pointed his purple head at her face and exploded, covering her forehead and nose with his young, fertile cum.
“Grrraah!” he grunted as his orgasm died down and he wiped himself on her juicy lips. “You are an awesome lay.”
“Fuck off!” Jana screamed, shoving him off of her.
“Don’t be rude, you whore,” he said as he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the door. “Let’s go see how your friend is doing.”
While Chandler was busy raping Jana, I was having my own fun with Cassadee. After we finished planning the party out, the beautiful twenty-five year old started to practice her singing while I worked on the birthday cake. I had purchased my daughter an ice cream cake but Cassadee did not know that. This fake baked cake was all part of the plan. I walked the warm cake over to the table and “tripped”, dropping the whole thing down the front of her dress.
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry,” I said in a convincing tone, faking sincerity.
“It’s okay, it’s just a dress,” she said. “I just don’t know what I’ll wear now.”
“Oh don’t worry, Chandler left his hoodie here and you can tie my sweater around your waist,” I said, tossing both articles of clothing on one of the chairs.
“Thank you so much,” she said. “Where can I change?”
“Oh you can change in here, it’s not like I haven’t seen a woman in her underwear before,” I joked.
“I, um, I’m not wearing a, um, bra,” she said nervously.
“I’ll turn around and close my eyes, its fine,” I told her before swinging around and facing away from her.
Cassadee, after scooping some cake into the trash can, pulled her pink dress off and tossed it aside. While she was picking up the hoodie, I grabbed the cake knife in my hand and turned around. I wrapped one arm around her waist while holding the blade under her chin.
“Make one sound and I’ll slit your throat,” I whispered into her ear.
“Mr. Fama?” she asked, dropping the hoodie onto the floor. “Please put the knife down.”
“No,” I said as I ripped and tore the panties off of her body, leaving it in shreds while she choked down her screams.
“Why?” she asked, shivering in a combination of fear and embarrassment.
“Because you are nothing more to me than a walking cum rag,” I responded, slapping her ass as hard as I could. “Same goes for your little friend who, by the way, is being raped by my son as we speak.”
“You are sick!” she yelled.
“Yes I am, only a sick man would make up a story about his daughter having cancer just to get sex from two sluts,” I told her with a chuckle.
“She doesn’t have cancer!?” she asked with a look of horror on her face.
“If she does, than nobody on the planet knows,” I said as I pulled my pants down and released my eight inch dick, immediately resting the underside against her butt. “Ever had eight inches forced up your dry asshole?”
“Oh god, please,” she begged. “Don’t do that, I’ll do anything else.”
“Anything else?” I repeated. “I guess I can let you get it nice and wet before I put it up there.”
“I’ve never put anything up there,” she quietly said. “Put it my vagina, I promise I won’t cry.”
“I don’t want your loose pussy,” I said as I reached around and started rubbing her. “A slut like you needs a good ass fucking. Now get on your knees and start sucking. You have one minute to lube it up.”
“Please sir,” she begged again; still thinking she could change my mind.
“Fifty-seven seconds,” I responded while pulling the knife from her throat.
Quickly, Cassadee dropped to her knees and grabbed my cock. She held onto it and stared at it for a few seconds, almost afraid to bring it to her mouth.
“Fifty seconds,” I said while placing the knife on the table.
Cassadee allowed the head to hit her tongue. She closed her lips around it and started to slowly move her head back and forth, circling her sloppy tongue all over it, She was determined to get my cock as wet as possible to prepare for the ass fucking she was due to receive. This girl’s tongue was simply magical.
After a minute of one of, if not the single wettest, sloppiest blowjob I had ever received, I grabbed her by the arm and stood her up. I sat down on the chair and pulled her over. I held my cock under her and lined it up with her ass while she dug her nails into my thighs. I held onto her hips nice and tight while dropped her onto my cock.
“Ah! Ow! Ow! Ow!” she screamed as my head pierced her puckered sphincter.
Cassadee was not lying when she said she had never put anything in her butt. This was easily the tightest thing I had ever attempted to wedge my large cock into. Even with the large volume of slobber around my pole, it took a lot of work and a lot of grunting to get all the way inside the young woman’s bowels.
Once I was fully inside, I continued to hold on tightly to her hips while controlling the motion of the sex. Once her ass was relaxed, I picked up the speed and was violently pulling her over my throbbing cock. She was so tight that I initially thought I would burst right away. I had to slow down in order to be able to savor the moment. She was quietly sobbing, occasionally looking back at me with an innocent pout on freckled face. My hands went from her hips to her waist and from her waist to her ribcage. My fingers slithered around until I grabbed hold of her bouncy little boobies.
“Nice and firm,” I commented, causing her to audibly sigh. “Reminds me of my wife… I don’t like to be reminded of that cunt.”
With that, I stood up and held Cassadee’s back tightly to my torso. I lay her down on the ground and lifted her lower body up until she was on her knees. I got on my knees and started to hump her ass like a wild rabbit. I was no longer concerned about savoring the moment; I wanted to cum and add to the humiliation she was experiencing.
Cassadee had to wipe her eyes since she was crying so hard. She had given up looking at me and kept her eyes to the floor while my cock continued to violently penetrate her formerly-virgin backside.
“I bet Jana is enjoying her fucking just as much as you are,” I said as I bent down and spit on her back.
Before Cassadee could respond, Chandler walked into the kitchen, dragging a cum-stained Jana Kramer by the hair with him. Cassadee popped her head up and saw the mess on her friends face. She was disgusted and if she had not been as afraid as she was, she would have probably vomited. I fucked her with a few more thrusts before pulling out of her butt and turning her onto her back.
“Jana, hold Cassadee’s head up so she can get her facial treatment,” I said while viciously stroking myself.
Jana remained still until Chandler balled his fist and made it seem like he would hit her. The frightened girl rushed down to Cassadee and pulled her head up to my cock.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she kept repeating.
“It’s not your fault,” Cassadee said as she stared down my pulsating cock hole.
Seconds later, I gave Cassadee a facial fit for a filthy cum slut like herself. I had not had sex in weeks so I had a lot backed up and it all came out. By the time I was finished, Cassadee almost looked like she was hit in the face with a cream pie. Forehead to chin, ear to ear, almost every inch of her face had semen soaking into it.
Chandler walked up behind me and took a picture with his phone capturing both girls and their cum-covered faces.
“There will be no telling anyone about this,” he said as he showed Cassadee the picture of her glazed face.
The girls looked at each other and stared, afraid to make a movement. I grabbed Jana by the hair and pushed her face into Cassadee’s. When I pulled her away, several strands of cum connected their cheeks together.
“Cassadee, lick Jana clean,” I commanded. “No spitting, you have to swallow it all or Chandler and I will gang rape you until stop breathing.”
Cassadee drew her tongue across Jana’s nose and forehead, collecting every bit of drying semen and swallowing it. I could tell by the look on her face that she was absolutely disgusted by having cum in her mouth.
“You don’t like eating cum, do you?” I asked her.
Cassadee shook her head and instantly, Jana sighed.
“You should’ve said yes,” she whispered in her friend’s ear.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because now Jana, I want you to scoop all of the cum off of Cassadee’s face into your palms and Cass, you will lap it up like a dog,” Chandler said while laughing.
Jana stared at Cassadee before following my sons command. She held the high volume of cum in her hands while Cassadee closed her eyes and dipped her tongue in. She flinched and gagged as she drank the slimy seed. My son and I both laughed our asses off at the disgusted faces the girl was making. Once she was done, I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost time for the party to start. We had twenty minutes to clean the girls, clean the kitchen and get started.
“Okay girls, up to the shower,” I said, pointing at the door. “We get to watch while you clean each other.”
The girls marched upstairs while we followed; watch every jiggle that their asses made. Once in the bathroom, I sat on the toilet seat while Chandler sat on the floor. We both stroked ourselves as we watched Jana run a washcloth all over Cassadee’s body, and vice versa. We demanded that they take their time to clean each other’s pussies.
“Thank god for soap!” Chandler said as one of Cassadee’s soapy fingers inadvertently slipped up Jana’s pussy.
The girls looked at each other and tried to smile but were too overcome with the memories of earlier. After they were clean, we led the girls into Chandler’s room. We all watched as Jana (slowly) dressed herself in her original clothes. After she was done, we took the girls downstairs and made Cassadee clean the cake off of the floor and lick up the stray puddle of cum that had missed her. She then threw the hoodie on and tied the sweater around her bare waist while my son and I got dressed. We ended up timing it perfectly
“Daddy I’m ho-,” my daughter said as she walked in just as Cassadee had covered her cunt with the sweater. “Oh my god! Cassadee Pope! Jana Kramer!”
“Happy birthday, Miranda!” all four of us said is unison.
Miranda ran up and gave each girl a hug. They smiled at seeing how happy the girl. While they hated us and wanted to leave as fast as possible, they did not want to disappoint the girl, who was unaware of the entire plot and, of course, what had happened before she got home.
The party went on and the girls made my daughter the happiest girl on the planet after having made Chandler and I the happiest men on the planet.