Comfy? Good. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Mike
Smith and this is my story. To start, I've got five
words for you:
"All That". "The Amanda Show".
Yeah yeah, I know, two kids shows that used to air on
Nickelodeon. Made for kids, viewed by kids. Well, with
the exception of myself and about 50,000 other warm-
blooded adult male viewers in the American population.
Why did I waste an hour each day watching poorly written
children's programs? The same reason the other 49,999
adult males did...
...Amanda Bynes.
Know her? Yeah, she's the bubbly, spritely, way-too-
perky, comedic teenager that performs on those
ridiculous shows. Albeit painful to watch such poor
writing, acting and directing, I became a loyal viewer
for the five years she appeared on those shows to watch
the young Ms. Bynes develop.
BODY:
Don't know her? Check her out on the old www.imdb.com
movie database website. If you like 'em young, thin and
innocent, you'll love my little Amanda. I'd been
jacking off to her for years. I'd have given up my
eternal soul to have 24 hours with her 5 foot 8, 105
pound body. Some of you might not like your babes that
skinny, but for me, it just means more tightness to plow
through when your mattress-mashing 'em.
Being a resident of Los Angeles, I used to hang around
the Chevy Chase Theatre now and then hoping to catch a
glimpse of this little hottie after her shows. I took
the monotonously dull Nickelodeon backstage tour umpteen
times, with no luck. Finally, I did manage to spot
Amanda on two occasions but she was surrounded by goony
bodyguards in black suits, and was ushered into a limo
so fast, I didn't have a chance to get a more upclose
and person glimpse.
Then what happened to this little starlet's career? At
the ripe age of 16, Amanda landed a starring role on a
new sitcom on the Warner Brothers Network called "What I
Like About You". Her co-star ended up being 30 year old
Jennie Garth, the blonde bimbo from TV's most famous
teenage-trash, "Beverly Hills 90210". A great career
move. Well for me, not her.
It just so happened that Steve Johnson, one of my best
friends of all time, had been working at Warner Brothers
for over ten years as a corporate lawyer. He had the
expensive corporate car, the great office and basically
free reign throughout the studio lot and the executive
offices. Steve had it made. And thanks to Steve, so
would I.
You see, I explained Amanda's career moves to Steve,
knowing that he shared my passion for chicks like Ms.
Bynes as well. Together, over several months, the two
of us hatched up a plan...to kidnap the young Amanda
Bynes and her mentor, the gorgeous Jennie Garth, all for
ourselves!
Steve had some great opportunities to set up a
kidnapping, and that he did. I'll spare you all the
details; basically my job was to wait inside my Passat
at a predetermined location until Steve dropped off the
chloroformed and bound girls to me. Right on schedule,
about 9 pm, Steve drove up and handed me the two limp
bodies that were effectively roped, duct taped, gagged
and hooded. I knew he had to head back to the studio
asap, as he was going to finish off his last two days at
work before his preplanned vacation time kicked in. In
the meantime, I would be heading off to my private
bungalow near Yuma, where Steve would meet up with me
later.
Man, my cock was aching already just knowing that those
two sluts were in the backseat, out cold and unaware of
the fun time they were about to go through with Steve
and I. I knew this five hour drive to Yuma was going to
seem like forever. And it did. I felt like a kid who
couldn't sleep on Christmas Eve knowing that he still
had hours to go before he could jump out of bed and tear
into his present-stash. But I knew it would all be
worth it.
Imagine, Amanda Bynes and Jennie Garth all to myself!
Butterflies flew through my stomach just thinking about
it. Oh man, the filthy things I was going to do to
those two young actresses. And the filthy things they
were going to do to each other! Shit!
About two hours out of San Diego, Interstate 8 was
becoming completely barren, but I kept to the speed
limit, not wanting to do anything to draw any
suspicions. I filled my tank around El Centro, without
any problems, and began my final journey. Man, I was
psyched! In just over an hour I would be feasting my
eyes on my masturbatory goddess, Amanda Bynes. Life was
soooooooo good! This was going to be worth all the
risks, I just knew it. Life was for the taking, and I
was fulfilling a major dream here. How many people can
successfully say that?
Pulling into the secluded driveway of my bungalow, I got
out of the car and stepped into the humid night air.
Hotter than hell. Thank God for air conditioning, I
thought as I opened the back door to take my little
goodies out. Still sound asleep, nary a peep. This had
been easier than I thought!
Taking out the first body, I had fun guessing if this
package was Amanda or the other one. The truth was, I
had been dying to get into Amanda's pants for years,
Jennie Garth was simply a bonus. I knew that even while
I was fucking her, I'd still be thinking of Amanda!
I carried both bodies into my house and placed them
gently on my bedroom's king size bed. My Mastiff Duke
was happy to see me, it had been almost a week. My next
door neighbor Craig had been looking after good ol' Duke
for me while I was away. Duke lived with me in L.A.,
but I had dropped him off here. He would have been way
too irritating being in the car with me during my girl-
run. So Duke and I were reunited, and I checked to make
sure that Craig had left my house key in the mailbox.
Yep, good old Craig. He wouldn't be bothering me at all
in the next little while as he had left for some
European vacation this morning. Everything was set!
Christmas morning had finally arrived!
I poured myself a shot of port and headed into the
bedroom where my two victims lay motionlessly. Even
through all the garb, they looked fantastic. I could
see an elbow here, and a belly there, and I decided that
it was time to unwrap the packages.
Starting with the one I guessed to be Amanda, I began
peeling away the duct tape, ropes and burlap sacks
around her. Sure enough, it was her! As I stared into
the angelic face of Amanda Bynes below me, a rush of
adrenaline soared through my bloodstream. I felt more
alive now than I ever had before! She looked every bit
as angelic and pure as she had on those countless reruns
of "The Amanda Show" that I had watched. I couldn't
wait to give her a Hillbilly moment of my own. Knock
knock...who's there...8 inch cock...I'm gonna slam into
your tight cunt with my 8 inch cock. For those of you
who missed the reference, my appologies, but all that
mattered to me was that she would get it.
Fuck, Amanda Bynes looked hot! She was wearing a tight
lime green tshirt with three turquoise blue flowers on
the front of them. It exposed her completely flat,
white teenaged belly. Man, for living in L.A. her whole
life, this girl sure didn't tan well. She was white
like porcelain. Down below, she was wearing those
slutty hiphugger Gap jeans girls love to wear, white
socks and a pair of light grey and white Keds. Jesus
Christ, I was practically drooling! I decided to take a
peek and see what kind of underwear a teen starlet would
wear. You won't believe this, but I was so fucking
excited that my fucking hands were trembling as I
unbuttoned and unzipped Amanda's jeans. I chuckled
aloud to myself. I was living that great feeling of
finally being able to do something you had always
dreamed of. Once the zipper hit bottom, I could see
that the lucky bit of fabric was simply cotton...blue
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