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Making Babies: Pat Benatar
by Geminiguy (iamgeminiguy@yahoo.com)
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My 40th "Making Babies" entry. A Rock singer happens to
visit a church where he's having a gig and meets an
amazing singer with great potential. (Mf, ped, 1st,
oral)
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Author's Notes: Pat Benatar is the reason I did this
Rocker babe-themed "Making Babies" cycle. She is one of
the ultimate Rocker babes. Pat Benatar not just was but
still is.
I have talked many times about how I pretty much grew up
on MTV from an early age. That's why I still love
watching music videos now. My parents didn't seem to
have an issue with my enjoyment of them.
But even before music videos there are three songs that
I remember hearing on the radio:
1) Billy Joel "It's Still Rock 'N Roll To Me"
2) Olivia Newton-John "Have You Ever Been Mellow?"
3) Pat Benatar "Hit Me With Your Best Shot"
These are three of my favorite songs and still mean as
much to me today as when I was little.
But Pat Benatar [born Patricia Andrzejewski, taking her
last name from her first husband - great idea!] was the
awesomest of the three. Thanks to MTV I got to know
other songs of hers. One of the first Pat Benatar music
videos I saw was "Love Is A Battlfield". Another
favorite Pat Benatar song is "Invincible".
Sometime in the past ten years I got a hold of Pat
Benatar: Heartbreaker - 16 Classic Performances and Pat
Benatar: Best Of, Volume Two. Now I have most Of her
hits, I'd love to get her Blues album True Love but
definitely eventually acquire all of her albums.
Not long ago I saw on VH1 Classics an episode of Behind
The Music Remastered about her, and her background
inspired this story. If you haven't seen the Pat Benatar
episode you should. And I found out something about her
from Behind The Music Remastered that made me think of
Millie, out own 90lbsofdynamite. :^) I had PMed her
about it and will include it in the story ~ G]
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[Linenhurst, Long Island, New York; 1967]
This was a good year for Rock 'N Roll. The Rolling
Stones, The Young Rascals, The Doors, The Box Tops, The
Monkees, The Beatles - just to name a few - were all on
the charts. And someday my Rock 'N Roll group will be as
well.
Every since Elvis Presley hit the scene when I was a
teenagers I've loved Rock 'N Roll. And I've strived for
a harder sound, I want not only the vocals but the
guitars to leave a major impression on our listeners.
We don't use keyboards, only three guitars [Rhythm
guitar, Bass and Lead] and drums of course. I like
having all three of us on guitar do at least one solo on
a song. We cover a lot of songs so I adapt them, extend
them, so we all get to showcase our guitar talents. And
I let my Bass player and Rhythm guitar player have the
freedom to do their solos their way.
Our audiences at the clubs we play at eat it all up.
I wrote our own songs as well. I know someday they'll be
on albums for everyone to buy. Especially based on our
fans' positive reaction to our songs.
There are people who think Rock 'N Roll is the Devil's
music. Makes me laugh. Nothing could be further from the
truth. And personally all of us in the group are very
religious. We go to our respective churches every
Sunday. If we're on the road we make sure we attend at
the church in the area. We've never missed one Sunday of
going to church service.
We were a few towns away recently on Sunday and decided
to make the Sunday service at the local church. Being
very interested in all kinds of music, I was very
impressed with the church choir. They sang very well.
I was particularly impressed with one singer. She looked
to be in her early teens, with long dark brown hair and
was hardly 5' tall. She sang amazingly as a soprano. It
was hard to believe such a voice came out of that girl.
I just had to meet her after church service. I
introduced myself.
She said her name was Patricia.
"I'm heavily into music and I was really impressed by
your singing voice," I said.
"Thank you!" Patricia gushed, obviously both pleased and
embarrassed by my praise.
"I mean no disrespect, but I couldn't believe such an
amazing voice could come out of someone so young and of
your size."
"I get that a lot," She laughed. "But like my dad says,
I'm ninety pounds of fire power!"
"Do you like Rock 'N Roll music?" I asked.
"Yes!"
"I have a Rock 'N Roll group, I'd love to have you hear
us."
Patricia's eyes lit up.
"I'd love to! I wish I could sing Rock 'N Roll, but this
is the only way I can sing," She pouted.
"There are supposed to be throat exercises a person can
do to help train your voice," I said.
That was true enough, but the truth was I had other
things in mind for the girl's mouth and throat I should
not have been thinking about, but I couldn't help
myself.
"I don't know about that," She sighed.
"In any case, we have a gig this evening before we leave
town. I hope you can come."
I told her the name of the place and Patricia promised
to come.
I gave the bouncer her description so he's let her in.
And I was very pleased when Patricia did show up.
I was surprised by the significant change in her. Gone
were the choir robe, in its place tight blue jeans and
black blouse under a leather jacket that was too big for
her. And she also had thrown on a lot of makeup, making
her look older. Not old enough to drink, but older.
I had to admit I was getting hard for Patricia. And my
"unwholesome" thoughts were more unwholesome than they'd
been after church service.
She had an amazing body under her clothes, if she traded
the blouse for a t-shirt she'd make a great Rocker girl.
"I borrowed my brother's leather jacket," Patricia said
sheepishly. "I thought it'd make me look older."
"You look perfect," I said, making her blush. "Almost
like a Rocker girl."
"Almost?" Patricia laughed.
"Yeah, almost," I grinned.
We started the show and Patricia was right in front of
the stage.
I could tell she was really into the songs. Patricia
danced with the rest of the crowd, and even how she
danced made her seem older. I wanted the girl more.
After the show I helped the guys load our gear into our
van and told them I'd see them later, I was going to
give Patricia a ride home.
Once in my car, she said she wanted to talk about music
and stuff and wasn't in a hurry to be taken home. She
asked if we could go somewhere.
I knew I shouldn't, but I did something I shouldn't have
anyways.
"Any place where teenagers go to park around here?" I
asked.
Patricia giggled.
"Sure."
She gave me directions and soon we were up on the local
"Lovers Lane".
Patricia was giggling but looked embarrassed.
"I know no one I know will see me or even know your car,
but I still feel weird coming up her with a 'boy'..."
Patricia said.
I slipped my arm around her and pulled her closer.
"Pretend you're an actress, you're just playing a part.
We can make it look like we're just another couple up
here."
"I guess," She giggled.
I pulled her closer and kissed her. She'd closed her
eyes and after licked her lips sexily. When Patricia
opened them she saw me looking.
"I never kissed a boy before," She admitted without
seeming embarrassed now.
"So what did you want to talk about?" I asked.
"Huh? Oh. Stuff. Your songs. Music."
Patricia started asking me about my own songs I'd
written that we singed, about the additional guitar
solos in our cover songs. As I'd answer, I'd kiss her
softly, answering between kisses.
Patricia's body started feeling comfortable being
against me. The more we talked and kissed, the more my
hands started to wander over her body.
"Hey!" Patricia said playfully. "You're not pretending
anymore, are you?" She asked, eyes twinkling.
"Well, I'm not going to ask you to go into the back seat
and go all the way if that's what you're worried about,"
I winked. "At least not here. In public."
Patricia giggled.
"I know," She said sheepishly. "But I can tell you want
more."
"How can you tell?" I teased.
I felt Patricia press herself against my hardness ever
so slightly.
"I just can," She grinned.
I began to unbutton her blouse slowly. Patricia didn't
try to stop me, in fact she took off the leather jacket.
Soon I had her blouse spread open, exposing her well-
stuffed bra and flat stomach.
"Well, I was thinking about those 'throat exercises'..."
Patricia's jaw dropped. But her eyes told me she was
eager to do anything I wanted. She closed her mouth and
smiled.
"Oh, so do you think they'd really help with my
singing?" Patricia asked, getting into character.
"Couldn't hurt, right?" I asked, letting go of her and
unbuckling my belt.
"Guess not."
Unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, I fished my
throbbing cock out of the fly of my briefs.
"Oh, wow..." Patricia gushed, her smiling growing wider.
"That'd go WAY down my throat..." She giggled.
The girl just stared at it for a long time.
"Well? Are you just going to look at it all night?" I
teased her.
"What do I do?" She asked. "What do you want me to do?"
"Whatever comes naturally," I replied.
Patricia gave me a little nod.
Finally she reached out her hand and touched my cock.
She bit her lower lip as she wrapped her hand around it,
or at least tried to. She gave it a few experimental
tugs.
"I think," Patricia started to say, "It needs to be
really, really wet before I try to get it down my
throat."
But she wasn't talking to me, it seemed like Patricia
was talking out loud to herself.
Letting go of my cock, she slid back and ducked down her
head. Patricia started licking my cock seductively. I
groaned. She took her time, working at a slow pace, not
missing a spot. My cock was throbbing, and eventually
covered with her saliva.
"Here goes..." Patricia finally said.
Opening her mouth, she lowered it around my length
slowly. Down and down she went. When the head of my cock
hit the back of her throat, she took a deep breath and
kept right on going.
My cock started to slide down her throat. All the way
down.
She brought her mouth back up off of my cock briefly.
Patricia grinned up at me.
"This is easier than I'd thought."
Dropping her head back down, she took my cock back into
her mouth and took it all the way down her warm throat
again. And she started to fuck my cock with her young
mouth.
To be honest, Patricia was the first to take my cock in
her mouth. I hadn't really thought she'd do it. She was
surprising me more and more.
Patricia moaned as faster and faster her head bobbed up
and down. He lips wrapped tightly around my shaft, and
slowly she started getting her tongue in on the action,
wrapping it around my cock like a snake.
I groaned softly. It felt so good, her mouth felt so
amazing.
Slowly a sensation was building up in my nuts. I knew I
was getting close. I tried to hold back for as long as I
could. But it was like a speeding train, nothing could
stop it now.
About ten minutes after Patricia started, my nuts
tightened up and my cock swelled up. Her eyes widened as
she too noticed.
"I'm going to cum!" I grunted.
Patricia moaned again, and my cock exploded.
The first bolt of jizz entered her mouth and her eyes
went wider, but she quickly as she could swallowed it
down before the second bolt shot out. Patricia was able
to drink at all down, all eight or nine spurts before my
nuts were drained.
"Mmmm, that was fun!" Patricia moaned as she licked her
lips. "I need to work on those throat exercises as much
as possible!"
I found out where she went to school and as often as I
could get to her town I picked Patricia up from school
and we'd park somewhere secluded, so she could suck my
cock.
It ended up being once or twice a week, most likely once
a week, for about seven weeks. Then one day she showed
up at my place unexpectedly.
"Patricia?" I said in surprise, starting to smile.
"Hey."
"You definitely look more like a Rocker girl," I said.
I'd gotten used the school uniforms Patricia wore, but
never forgot the leather jacket and blue jeans she's
worn to our gig.
This time she did have a t-shirt with her jeans, but no
leather jacket.
"Really?" Patricia grinned.
"Really," I nodded. "So, what are you doing here?" I
asked.
"I don't know," Patricia said bashfully. "I thought we
could jam or something."
"Jam?" I teased. I had maybe once or twice brought up
the possibility, but nothing serious.
"Sure," She blushed.
"All right," I said. "Come on in."
I had to admit my mind was more on the "or something",
especially as I took a peek at her ass in those tight
blue jeans, all perfectly rounded.
I led Patricia to where I had my guitar and amp set up.
I plugged my guitar in and started to play. Of course I
played songs I knew Patricia would know.
At first she sang softly but in key. She wasn't bad. But
there had to be more, if I could push her vocally.
I started to play "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" by The
Rolling Stones. Patricia grinned.
"Louder," I encouraged. "Really get into it."
She did sing louder, but wasn't letting loose.
"Relax. Let out your inner Mick," I said. Patricia
giggled. "Give in to the music."
She listened to my advice and did as I said.
Soon I noticed her voice change. It had more of a
Rocker's growl, a Rocker's...fire.
"That's it, Patricia!" I grinned. "Keep it going!"
Encouraged, she really let go, letting out her inner
Rocker. And she had me hard as Hell.
As we finished the song, I put down my guitar and stood
up as Patricia whooped threw herself into my arms.
More accurately she threw herself up at me, up my 6'5"
frame. Her arms were around my neck and her legs were
wrapped around me, and Patricia kissed me passionately
as my hands groped her firm, womanly butt.
"I want you!" She said between kisses.
Of course I wanted Patricia too, but...
"I'm at least ten years older than you," I said.
"So? I don't give a fuck," She surprised me by saying.
I carried her to my bedroom as we continued to kiss
passionately.
Sliding down off of me, Patricia began to strip, clothes
flying everywhere. I followed her lead.
Her 5' tall, ninety pound was amazing. Narrow waist,
widening hips, very coltish thighs. Her breasts looked
large on her tiny body.
Her young pussy was covered by a sea of dark brown
curls.
"I'm so wet," Patricia moaned. "So many times I really
did want you to take me into the back seat of your car
and go all the way with me... But I'm glad I waited."
I slid my hand between her legs. Patricia was very wet.
She moaned as I touched her.
Pulling away, she crawled up on my bed and lay on her
back. Spreading her legs, Patricia rubbed her inner
thighs and called out to me.
Climbing up on the bed, I mounted her. Rubbing my cock
against her pussy, I coated it in her juices as Patricia
wrapped her legs around my waist.
Finally I grabbed my cock and sank the head into her
cauldron. She was so hot and so much wetter inside. When
I butted her virginity, I stopped.
"Get ready," I said softly.
Patricia grabbed my arms firmly, nodding.
Pulling back, I shoved forward, slamming my cock through
Patricia's virginity. She screamed, her nails digging
into my flesh.
I kept pounding in and out of her as she grew wetter.
Her grip relaxed as did her body.
Her tight, tight pussy let me penetrate her deeper.
Patricia whimpered as I fucked her hard. Her body
thrashed wildly as she grew louder.
Suddenly she threw back her head and screamed in orgasm.
Her body quaked as she came hard. I never slowed my pace
and she orgasmed often.
Faster and harder I rammed Patricia's pussy, and it only
made her climaxes more intense and last longer.
Patricia gasped and whimpered, both of us sweaty, our
slick bodies rubbing together. It was all too much. I
hardly lasted twenty minutes before I cried out and
pumped into Patricia nine or ten bolts of hot jizz.
I stayed inside of her, but rolled onto my back, taking
my weight off of her. I wrapped my arms around her
tightly.
"Mmmm," Patricia moaned. "You were good..."
"And you were better," I retorted. "The best."
She blushed, but smiled.
Laying her head against my chest, Patricia sighed.
"Things will never be the same," She said.
"I think not," I agreed.
"But I don't care," Patricia said, giving my cock a
squeeze with her pussy.
My cock responded, slowly getting hard once more.
"I like these changes, and I love sex," Patricia said as
she sat up, grinning. "Let's Rock 'N Roll!"
With that, she started moving up and down on my cock,
building up a nice rhythm, and I knew with total
assurance that I was going to like the changes too,
very, very much...
THE END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
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