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Making Babies: Joann Carlino
by Geminiguy (iamgeminiguy@yahoo.com)
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My 38th "Making Babies" entry. A boy meets teen Joann
Carlino years before Eddie and The Cruisers. (mf-teens,
youths, 1st, mast, oral, celeb-parody)
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[Author's Note: My second "Making Babies" stories based
off of a fictitious character (would have been my third,
but that's a whole other story), this time from a movie.
There is a similarity between this entry and the last
one, "Making Babies: Jan Kuehnemund". Jan and Joann are
tough Rocker babes, so I envision them having been very
much alike at thirteen/fourteen.
Of course for those of you who know, Joann Carlino - as
played by the sexy Helen Schneider - was Eddie Wilson's
girl in Eddie and the Cruisers. Helen was thirty-one
when the movie came out, though I'm not sure how old
Joann was supposed to have been. Helen Schneider, Tom
Berenger and David Wilson (the drummer) did great jobs
playing their characters in their late teens/early
twenties in 1963 and all grown up in 1983.
Helen Schneider I found out was in the music biz before
Eddie and The Cruisers. She was a Rocker in the late
'70s and during the '80s, very popular in Germany.
You can find the music video for her song "Hot Summer
Nights" on YouTube.
Joann always made me hot when I'd watch Eddie and The
Cruisers, she was so sexy in those tight black clothes
in 1962-64, and as the older woman in the present, 1983.
If I understand correctly, Joann was Eddie's older
girlfriend. I think Eddie was twenty-one, and she was
twenty-four. Frank was supposed to be a virginal
eighteen, maybe younger.
He dropped out of College but I think he'd gotten in
earlier. The movie portrays Frank as shy and crushing on
Joann, the novel makes it clear he was a virgin and
Joann pops his cherry. I think his age came up in the
novel but I can't remember for sure. Anyway, for this
story I'm assuming Joann was twenty-four in 1962. Which
means no Rock 'N Roll in 1952, kind of a downer... G]
***
[Summer 1952, Jersey Shore]
I was only thirteen years old, but my dad got me a job
sweeping and mopping floors at a bar that had live
music.
I love music. My dad didn't force me to work, he knew
one of the owners and it was a way of getting me in the
bar to listen to the bands.
It was mostly Blues, sometimes some Country. But this
bar featured more progressive Blues bands. Emphasis was
on electric guitars, and the songs were grittier. Now if
they could somehow do some kind of hybrid of Blues and
Country, that would be my kind of music!
I'd love to be in a band. I just wish I had talent.
Maybe someday I'll learn to play guitar. And once my
voice finishes changing maybe I'll have a decent singing
voice. Puberty can be a *itch. Don't tell my mom I said
that. She hates it when I curse.
Puberty has it's upside as well, though. I had a growth
spurt. I'm getting body hair.
My muscles have been developing. And my prick had a
growth spurt of its own. It's really lengthened and
thickened. Of course I'd been masturbating for years
[just don't tell my mother, she says masturbation is a
sin - and don't tell her I said prick, she'd really give
my white ass a whooping], so that may have had a lot to
do with it.
I remembered my blonde cousin Arlene catching me naked.
She said "Nice prick" as she ogled my penis. It'd been
the first time - and not the last - that I heard the
word used.
To be honest my cousin Arlene was one reason I
masturbated a lot. We have a swimming pool and my older
cousin has a great body under her tight bathing suit.
Now if only I could see it for real.
My mom would kill me for saying this, she's another
reason I masturbate. You should see HER in a bathing
suit, with her massive breasts thrusting out. I've cum
in my swim trunks more than a few times.
Of course I'm a virgin, I don't know anything about sex.
Mom told dad I didn't need to know until I get married.
And my friends are even worse than me. We're all just a
bunch of soon-to-be 7th Graders who know nothing about
sex and girls.
Since I don't know anything it makes me shy, otherwise I
might try something was my cousin Arlene. I get the
feeling she wouldn't mind one bit. But I guess I'll be
stuck just masturbating for now. I hope mom doesn't
catch me.
So those are my vices: Masturbating over my mom and
cousin and working in a bar listening to Blues [and some
Country]. Behind that the only other thing I do is play
stickball with my friends, are going swimming at the
Jersey Shore. I think the shore is the most perfect
place to be. I love the smell of the air, the sounds of
the waves hitting the shore and of the seagulls, and the
sight of the women and girls in bathing suits.
The lifeguard is lucky as Hell [don't tell mom I said
Hell either, she doesn't like me using that word]. And
when I'm just laying on the beach, my eyes closed, I can
think about what a hybrid of Blues and Country would
sound like.
I doubt anyone in Jersey will come up with it. Probably
someone further South.
Anyhow, I'm mopping up at the bar, all the bar stools up
off the floor, the air conditioning feeling so good on
my skin, when she walks in.
She was taller than me, with long, thick wavy black
hair, lots of makeup and especially lipstick. And she
had a cigarette between her lips.
Her body was amazing. She had on tight blue jeans, a
tight black t-shirt that showed off her ample breasts
under a leather jacket. She pulled up her sunglasses and
I saw the most beautiful eyes...
She had an air of sophistication about her, and air of
maturity. Maybe she was nineteen, twenty.
"Hi," She said, pulling out the cigarette and blowing
out smoke.
"Hi," I said, just staring at her.
She took another puff off of her cigarette.
"Can I help you?"
"Tell Jack Joann Carlino is here," She said.
"You mean Mr. Palmeri?" I asked.
Joann nodded.
I leaned the mop against the bar and went to the owner's
office. The door was open but I knocked anyway.
"Mr. Palmeri, sir? There's a Joann Carlino here looking
for you," I told him.
"My niece!" He said, pushing back his turn as it scraped
across the floor, rising from behind his desk. "She's
moving in with me. Going to be starting High School in
September."
"High School?!?" I repeated wide-eyed. "She looks
nineteen!"
He laughed, coughing from years of smoking.
"Don't let her looks and attitude fool you!" He grinned.
"She's only fourteen."
Wow, I thought. Joann was a total babe.
I saw a lot of the owner's niece, every day in fact.
She'd either hang out at the bar or I'd see her at the
beach. Joann hardly talked to me, but I got the
impression she was hanging around me.
"Aren't you a bit young to be working in a bar?" was the
most I got at first.
"I like the music they play here," I replied. If I was
bolder I'd have said "Aren't YOU a bit young to be
hanging out in a bar?", but for some reason I didn't
want her to know I KNEW she was too young.
Joann always wore t-shirts, either black or white, with
jeans or cutoffs. Unless she was at the beach then she
wore her bathing suit. She had the hottest legs I'd ever
seen on a girl her age.
And Joann was always smoking. Always.
I found myself masturbating even more. It was Joann I
thought about most of the time now [won't my mom being
relieved]. As I wrapped my hand around my prick and
pumped it up and down, I'd close my eyes and imagine
what Joann must look like naked. Of course I've never
seen a woman or girl naked before.
I imagined Joann liking my prick if she ever saw it. I
pounded my prick faster and harder, grunting and
groaning from the exertion. I imagined cumming all over
her, then I came for real, pumping out bolt after bolt
of thick, white cum, eight of nine times. I was covered
in my own cum.
Joann was there one night as a really good Blues band
played.
"Not bad," She said, blowing out smoke into the already
smoky air of the bar.
"Not bad?"
"Yeah," Joann repeated.
"It needs to be more... intense."
"Intense?"
Joann nodded.
"Someone needs to merge Blues and Country," She said.
I grinned, staring at her. She was so beautiful.
"I know. Some kind of hybrid."
She smiled for the first time.
"Yeah. That's the word for it."
Of course she noticed me staring now.
"You're staring at me."
I swallowed hard, and just nodded. If I had the nerve
I'd tell her it was because she was so beautiful.
"It's because I smoke, isn't it?" She asked. Shrugging,
she added "I love have something in my mouth."
For some reason that made my cock hard. And Joann
noticed, smirking.
"Come on," She said.
Grabbing my hand, she led me to one of the empty back
room, locking the door. She put her cigarette in an
ashtray. Pressing me back against a wall and into a
corner, Joann grinned, rubbing my crotch. I groaned.
Kneeling before me, she unbuckled my belt. Then she
unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. She pushed them down.
My prick tented my white briefs. If my mom saw me now I
know what she'd say.
That I was going straight to Hell.
"Mmmm," Joann moaned, rubbing my prick through my
briefs.
Finally she grabbed the waistband of my briefs and
tugged them down. My prick got pulled down with it,
until my briefs broke past it. My prick bounded back up,
smacking against my lower belly.
Joann left my briefs just below my crotch. Grabbing my
prick, she pulled it straight in front of me. Moving her
mouth right in front of it, I felt her hot breath on the
head of my prick. I moaned softly.
Joann's tongue darted out and raked over the sensitive
head. I bit my lower lip.
Opening her mouth, Joann sank it around my length
slowly. Finally she closed her lips and started moving
her mouth up and down, up and down my throbbing prick. I
groan/gasped, my eyes rolling back.
Slowly she increased her pace. Her lips were clamped
tight around my prick. Her tongue slithered along the
underside, sending shivers through my body.
Faster Joann sucked me, starting to moan at the same
time. I gritted my teeth, feeling the need to cum.
But I felt another need, to not cum yet, to hold back
longer. But it wasn't easy. My brain was delirious with
pleasure, as was my body. Ever nerve seemed to be on
fire. I almost felt like fainting. My knees felt ready
to give out.
But I reached out and held Joann's shoulders, clamping
my fingers around them. She moaned louder, sucking my
prick faster. I was able to hold back ten minutes.
Finally I said something like "Gaah!" and my prick
exploded in her mouth.
Joann easily swallowed down one bolt before the next
bolt exited my prick. I spurted out about seven or eight
times.
And then my knees finally gave way and I collapsed to
the floor.
Joann sat down beside me. As we listened to the Blues
almost shaking the walls around us, she told me about
all the guys she'd been with. Not their individual
names, just how many, how long, all the things she'd
down. She loved being with guys sexually Joann admitted.
I got the feeling what she'd done to me wasn't sex, but
was related to it somehow.
I was too dazed to asked her, I was just content to
listen to her talk, enjoying the sound of her voice as
she smoked her cigarette.
As the days passed Joann sucked me off every day, maybe
two or three times a day. I pretty much stopped
masturbating.
Then one day she told me her uncle went out of town.
"Come on," Joann said, taking my hand again.
She took me to her uncle's house, let us in and took me
to her bedroom. She had my prick out and started sucking
it. But Joann stopped, getting back up.
She undressed. I was finally seeing her naked. I found
her tan-lines intriguing. She was pale from her chest
down to crotch, but face, arms and legs were dark
compared.
Her large breast had large brown nipples and between her
legs she was covered in black curls, not unlike my
lighter brown curls around my prick. A thin line of
black hairs ran up to her belly button.
I had a feeling we were going to have sex so I quickly
undressed myself. Joann moved back in front of me,
giving my prick a few strokes.
She told me to lay down on the bed on my back. She was
still holding onto my prick as I moved towards the bed
and climbed on it.
Joann climbed on top of me, soon her crotch was over
mine. She rubbed the head of my prick against her. She
was wet down there, her juices dripping down my prick.
Finally Joann sank her body down around my prick.
She was so tight and hot inside, and even wetter. I
moaned. Then she started to move up and down on me, and
soon she was moaning as well.
As Joann moved up and down on my prick faster, I felt my
need to cum rise quicker. Having sex was more intense
than having her mouth around my prick so I wasn't
surprised.
I hardly lasted five minutes.
I cried out and exploded inside of Joann. She kept on
riding me as bolt after bolt of cum spurt up into her,
maybe nine times.
Joann slid up off of my prick. It started to soften, my
cum oozing out of her. Kneeling between my legs, she
started sucking on my prick, until it reversed and was
hard once more.
Climbing on top of me, she grabbed me and rolled me on
top of her, her legs spread. She grabbed my prick and
sank it back into her.
"You do it now," Joann grinned.
I started having sex with her. As I grew more used to
sliding my prick in and out of her, I started doing it
faster, then harder. Joann held on to my ass, squeezing
it as I had sex with her.
She seemed to get hotter and wetter inside. Joann was
moaning now, and convulsing under me. Her moans grew
louder, and she gasped and whimpered as well.
She began to thrash under me.
"I'm gonna cum!" She screamed, then she really screamed.
I felt her spasm around my prick as I pumped in and out
of her faster. Joann clung to me as she came. As her
climax passed, she moaned softly, but soon it all
started again and she was cumming again.
Joann came many, many times. As I had sex with her
faster and harder her climaxes grew more intense and
longer lasting. Eventually we were both sweaty and out
of breath, as she whimpered with each coming climax.
I lasted a lot longer the second time. At least forty
minutes. My prick exploded again as I cried out and came
inside Joann again. She whimpered, holding me tightly to
her.
We lay there a long time, my prick still in her, neither
of us saying a word.
At least not until she said, "I need a cigarette."
I don't know why but I laughed. Then so did Joann. I
have to say that was the happiest experience of my life.
THE END
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any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
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