Kelly Kapowski – Saved By The Bell – 1989
There is only one woman on the planet earth who was more influential in my life than Kelly Kapowski, and that’s my mother. And its still a toss up at that. Kelly Kapowski was THAT important. She let me know I wasn’t gay.
She is the most important Smokeshow of the 90s generation. Some will argue Pam Anderson as CJ in Baywatch. Point well taken, valid argument there. But nobody could relate to The Hoff and a crew of life guards running around the beach. Every kid could relate to Bayside School: Every guy wanted to be Zack, and wanted to fuck Kelly. And by “wanted to fuck” I mean “wanted to give Kelly one of those television/movie kisses where you open your mouth but don’t slip any tongue.”
Whether she was working at the Max:
Or in her lifeguard uniform at Malibu Sands:
CLASSIC 1990s High Cut Hips One Piece Bathing Suit
Or in her Bayside Cheerleading Uniform:
Or in a various assortment of floral pattern dresses:
Bottom line, she was a can’t miss SS. She was Rookie of the Year in 1989, MVP in 1993, and now, in 2009, I present Kelly Kapowski with the first ever FSN SS Lifetime Achievement Award.
For being the greatest Highschool Cheerleader Babe of All Time, Kelly Kapowski always has been, and always will be the most important Smokeshow of the 1990s.
For Sure Kelly Kapowski
I heart Kelly Kapowski.
Tiffani rocked my adolescent world as Kelly on SBTB. Cute, sweet and secretly horny as hell, Kelly would be dis-sheveled and breathless, wet from having played with herself. Her panties not pulled aside as they had been for the last 7 minutes, miniskirt still raised, thigh muscles still palpitating a little.
Kelly Kapowski taking nudie pics of herself in the locker room at school~ What an utterly beautiful thought. I also think she got VERY turned on while doing clit-masturbation in the closed-door privacy of her bedroom.
I hope this doesn’t seem too offensive, but I’ve always thought of Kelly Kapowski as the type of girl who would get very wet when she played with herself. Her adolescent sex fantasies often involved the idea of someone (a nieghbor, a teacher, etc.) watching her masturbate, and the element of innapropriateness definately part of the turn-on for her. Her vagina was attractive, and she knew it. It was like a petite little flower with a fleshy little hood for the clitoris. She could pull the hood back just right, focusing on the guy she imagined was watching her, and there she was, not only naked, but getting a fierce 17 year old clitty-boner within seconds off pulling back the hood. I would like to write more on this subject, but for now I need to cool off. Thank you for reading this post.
I am imagining the scent of her pussy juice.
I’m continuing, now, with my thoughts about Kelly Kapowski and the tremendous arousal that I can imagine her going through as she masturbated in her mid-to-later teens. Her clitoris responds as soon as soon as she pulls back the hood~ (imagine a shiny, bright pink pencil eraser that stiffens to 3 times it’s size) and the proud little owner is pulling the hood back. Her arousal is so photogenic that you could clearly identify the fact that the tip of this teen girl’s clitoris is quite distinct from the shaft~ she’s popping out like crazy.
Late April, 1991. 3:51 pm in the bedroom of an 11th grade high school cheerleader who is 17 and still in uniform.
She’s aroused. The pussy juice is thick. “Oh God!”, she thinks to herself as she gets really close to cumming then forces herself to stabalize her arousal at a point at which its hard to describe. Eventually, the cheerleader stopped trying to hold herself back. As she rubbed with gentle but unrestrained urgency, her pent-up orgasm came with such profound intensity that a tiny jet of opaque, milky-white fluid squirted discreetly from the pretty girl’s urethra. Kelly Kapowski had ejaculated, and the wet-spot on the bed sheets had a ‘thick part’ that was mucousy and messy, and a ‘thin part’ that was a narrow line of wetness that extended six inches beyond the musky thick mucous. I hope this sums it up without being to gross. Kelly was (and still is) my favorite teen cheerleader to masturbate over. Her beauty and sweetness astonish me.
Performing oral sex on her and she’s using fingers from hands to pull the hood back. Her clitoris is so erect that its poking right out. She’s dripping her sweet teenage nectar all down between her butt-cheeks and running down onto the bed sheets. She’s never been this wet or turned on in her whole entire life.
When I look at that CLASSIC photo of Tiffani in that green one piece swimsuit that she wore on SBTB, all I can think about is her first day wearing it and her nipples (which had never really poked out on the tv show before) got so erect that they were blazing through that swimsuit like crazy. To say that I needed to needed to masturbate over her after seeing her that way would be the understatement of the century.
I love the fact of having seen the distinct impressions Tiffani’s NC-17 rated teeni-bopper nipple erections protruding shamelessly through the thin, titty-hugging tightness of that green one-piece swimsuit on season 3 of Saved by the Bell.