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Making Babies 53: Sadie Frost
by Geminiguy (iamgeminiguy@yahoo.com)

***

While visiting London and exploring, a man meets young 
Sadie, who immediately gives him a hand job. Things get 
more interesting the next time he sees her. (Mf, ped, 
mast, anal, exh, celeb-parody)

***

Author Notes: About six months, ago, I came up with a 
list of five actresses that would be perfect for 
Halloween Month in my "Making Babies". One had been 
Winona Ryder whom I've already used.

All five have been in vampire movies, and all were 
vampires. One also co-starred in a movie where she 
hunted vampires, and the last in this cycle is a true 
legend of classic vampire films.

Whether these "Making Babies" stories will be 
supernatural in nature remains to be soon, but there 
will be enough ghoulishness to go around this month, 
though I haven't decided on what yet... ;-)

***

[Islington, London, England Fall 1979]

I'm a journalist. Been doing it over fifteen years now 
since I majored in it in College. I'm so good at it I 
now work at one of the biggest magazines in the U.S. - 
Rolling Stone.

Some of you are wondering why I'm a music journalist, 
instead of working for a big newspaper or a magazine 
like Time. It's because I love Rock 'N Roll, and I don't 
have a lick of musical talent.

They say "Those who can't, teach". Well I don't want to 
be a teacher, so I settled somewhere in between. I'm 
doing what I like and rubbing elbows with big time Rock 
'N Rollers who love to see me. I think this is the life, 
I get paid to hang out with the Rock 'N Roll elite, 
watch them at work in the studio, and live in concert. 
It don't get any better than this.

So Rolling Stone sent me to London, England for a big 
story. And I mean BIG. So big I can't even tell you what 
it is.

Suffice it to say, this story had nothing to do with the 
story I'm writing for Rolling Stone.

So I arrived in the Islington part of London many days 
before I was to meet...the people I'm supposed to meet. 
I like to get to know my surroundings before I start 
"work". In my line of work, I don't actually get to 
"take a vacation". But the places I'm paid to go to are 
a vacation in itself.

Believe or not I'd never been to London before, and I 
was enjoying what I was seeing around me.

It was mid-morning. I wasn't seeing too many people on 
the streets. Everyone was at work or at school. It was a 
change of pace from all the time I spend in New York 
City, where the streets are crowded, crowded, crowded.

There were many interesting little shops, some that 
seemed decades old. I stopped in a few and browsed. I 
didn't buy anything.

The shops weren't crowded. Usually one, maybe two 
customers. Or they would just be chatting with the 
person behind the counter, like they were old friends.

All the shopkeepers were friendly too. Even if they were 
in the midst of conversation they'd stop to say "Good 
morning. How can I be of service?" or "Let me know if 
there's anything you need", stuff like that. I guess 
you'd describe the atmosphere as quaint.

I was leaving on shop when I saw a girl pass by. Even 
though she was tarted up she had the build of a young 
teenage girl. She had black hair, wore heavy black 
eyeliner and red lipstick.

She wore a black leather jacket. Under it she had a 
tight, tight low-cut top that hugged her apparent 36Ds 
and showed a lot of them as cleavage. A very short black 
skirt, black knee-high nylons and black flats completed 
the ensemble.

She must have seen me out of the corner of her eye as 
she was passing me. She stopped and turned back, asking 
"Aye, Mister, can you spare a fag?"

I couldn't help myself from asking "Shouldn't you be in 
school?"

She quickly turned around, flipping up her skirt, 
revealing her bare, firm ass.

"Kiss me arse, you bloody Yank!"

I laughed.

Pulling out my pack of Marlboros, I slapped the bottom 
so one popped up, offering it to her.

She blushed, but accepted the cigarette.

"Thanks," She mumbled. "Sorry about that..."

"Sorry about what?" I grinned teasingly. "About losing 
your temper or flashing me?"

"Both..."

"Hey, I didn't mind the flashing. Your tits and ass 
aren't the first I've seen, but you've got some of the 
best."

She smiled.

"Why, thanks, mister! No one ever has anything nice to 
say to me," She said. "I'm Sadie, by the way."

"I'm Jim. Some people just call me Geminiguy."

Sadie's eyes widened.

"Are you that Geminiguy in Rolling Stone magazine?!?" 
She grinned.

I flashed her my Rolling Stone I.D.

"In the flesh," I said.

Sadie blushed again.

"Though you seen more of my flesh then I have yours..."

"I wouldn't mind returning the favor, Sadie..." I 
winked. "If we had some privacy..."

She gave me a naughty grin.

"Come with me!" She said, grabbing my arm.

She dragged me down a narrow, dim alley between two 
shops. The walls were made of brick, a row of garbage 
cans down one side.

We turned a corner into a dead end, no doors, no 
windows.

"Okay now, show me the goods!" Sadie grinned. "Do you 
need incentive?"

She flipped up her skirt, showing me her unshaven pussy, 
hidden by her black curls, between her coltish thighs.

I unbuckled my belt as Sadie grinned like a kid in a 
candy store.

"I ain't never seen a famous prick ever before!" She 
said excitedly.

I chuckled.

"Hey, I only write about famous people," I corrected, 
unzipping my fly.

"Yeah, but you write for bloody Rolling Stone!" Sadie 
blurted, her nipples poking through her thin top. "I 
only read one of your articles. But I remembered your 
name, and I remembered it was brilliant!" She grinned.

"Thank you," I said, reaching into my boxers and hauling 
out my cock.

"SHIT!!!" Sadie hissed, eyes even wider. "That's a 
bloody huge fucker you got there, Jim! It'd tear me in 
two," She grinned mischievously.

"Of course that wouldn't keep me from impaling myself on 
it if I got that chance!"

The girl was bold as brass. I like her already. Willing 
to flash her ass, tits AND pussy and talk about fucking 
like she was experienced. I was betting Sadie was VERY 
experienced...

Sadie kept staring at my cock, licking her lips.

"What's on your mind, kid?" I asked.

"I'd love to see it squirt!" Sadie blurted, then 
blushed.

"I wouldn't mind seeing you make it squirt," I retorted.

Sadie looked up from my cock.

"You mean it?"

"Of course."

She grinned from ear-to-ear.

"Thanks!"

She reached out eagerly and took my long, thick cock in 
her pale hand. She held it underhand, something I never 
see, and slowly began to stroke me. And it grew thicker 
and slowly became hard.

Sadie held my cock straight out in front of her, her 
skirt still raised as she moved closer to me. My cock 
was almost pointing at her black-haired quim.

Faster and faster Sadie jerked me, making me moan 
softly. She was moaning too, and she wasn't even 
masturbating.

The sight of this hot young teenage girl stroking my 
cock, her pussy exposed, and her large tits jiggling 
under her thin top were too much for me. I hardly lasted 
ten minutes, before I grunted and became to spew my jizz 
- right on her pussy!

Sadie moved closer so ever rope of my seed plastered her 
hairy young pussy. My jizz was oozing down into her 
pubes, and soon dripping onto the ground between her 
legs.

I spurted eight or nine times before my cock slowly 
softened. Sadie finally let go a few seconds later.

"Marvelous!" She grinned. "Thanks!"

"No, thank you, sweetheart."

"Hey, I got to make someone famous cum!"

I laughed, tucking my cock back into my boxers. I 
buttoned and zipped back up, buckling my belt as she 
turned back into the first alley.

Sadie babbled on about her first Rock 'N Roll groups as 
we walked back to the street, my kind of talk.

Back on the street, Sadie and I went our separate ways, 
and I hoped to see her again as I watched the girl 
walked away, turning once to wave at me.

At the same time Sadie flipped up her skirt again, 
flashing me the sweet, firm ass once more.

The next day I went looking for her. No luck. I walked 
the streets from nearly sunrise to nearly sunset, but no 
Sadie.

The following day I woke up late, exhausted from all 
that walking the day before, and prepared to pound the 
pavement again to find Sadie.

Someone knocked on the flat's door.

I like to keep my anonymity when I travel aboard for a 
story. So I rent in inexpensive, out of the way flat, 
sufficient for my basic needs.

No one knew I was here. And I wasn't expecting the 
landlady either.

Warily I opened the door. To find Sadie standing there.

She was grinning at me.

"Hi, Jim."

"Hi, Sadie. I was looking for you yesterday," I 
admitted.

"You didn't have to look far," She grinned, stepping 
inside uninvited.

"What do you mean?"

"I was here looking for you!" She laughed.

"How'd you know I was staying here?"

"I can find out anything," Sadie winked. "And news 
travels fast here."

She had on the same leather jacket, but underneath this, 
this time Sadie had on a tight dark blue sweater and 
even tighter blue jeans. She noticed me looking.

"It's a little nippy today," She explained.

I nodded.

"So why were you looking for me?" I asked.

"Well..." Sadie began to blush. "I couldn't stop 
thinking about your monster prick."

"And?" I teased.

"I want it up me arse!" She grinned.

I told you Sadie was bold as brass.

Walking up to me, she started rubbing my crotch.

"Please?" She asked softly, giving me puppy dog eyes. 
"Tell me you'll arsefuck me..."

How could I say no to the sweet girl?

Of course my cock was all for it, the pervert that he 
was. He quickly rose to the occasion.

"Of course I'll fuck you up that tight ass of yours," I 
grinned.

Sadie squealed, let go of my cock and started to strip 
rapidly.

"Come on! Get yourself naked!" She laughed.

I quickly undressed as I ogled her body as it was 
revealed to me. Her tits were amazing, high and firm 
with dark areolae.

A small line of black hair ran from below her navel to 
her thick bush.

Sadie ogled my hard, throbbing cock.

"I see you're ready already," She teased. "So am I!"

Pushing me down on the bed, Sadie straddled me, grabbing 
my cock. She slowly sank down on it.

Her anus was well-greased, and it slid down easily 
around my cock. Still, it was super tight.

"You gonna tear me arse in two!" She laughed as she 
started to ride me, tits swaying.

"Hey, your idea!" I teased.

"I know," Sadie groaned, slowly increasing her pace. As 
watched her tits started to bounce as she took my cock 
faster and harder, groaning loudly and whimpering.

And I marveled as Sadie started to cum, her pussy 
flooding down all over my own pubic hair.

But she never slowed down. Her anal walls relaxed some 
after that orgasm, and Sadie sank down onto my cock 
more, taking me deeper.

And she started fucking herself on my cock faster, and 
even harder. Our bodies smacked together loudly as Sadie 
thrashed wildly, cumming again quickly, more intensely.

I marveled at her stamina. Orgasm after orgasm, Sadie 
never slowed down. She whimpered but wasn't getting 
tired, wasn't getting out of breath.

I'd fucked lots of Rock 'N Roll groupies, and a few Rock 
'N Roll chicks [including a few of the girls in The 
Runaways, but those are other stories...], but none 
could hold a candle to Sadie's sexual prowess.

Of course my sexual prowess isn't bad. I lasted a long 
time. And near the end Sadie did start to sweat. 
Eventually they all do.

I cried out and began to fire my hot jizz up her even 
hotter ass as Sadie shrieked and gasped, eyes rolling 
back in her head.

I spurted eleven, twelve times, before my gun stopped 
firing its rounds. Sadie finally climbed off of my cock, 
her anus closing up after it was out, most of my jizz 
oozing from her as she threw herself on the bed beside 
me.

Sadie grinned.

"That was a blast!"

"I bet we can make it even better..." I winked.

"No way!"

"Hey, I'm still hard," I pointed out.

Sadie's eyes widened.

"Omg, after what I put it through, I don't believe it!"

"Believe it," I grinned, throwing myself on top of her 
as she squealed loudly. Her legs parted, and I sank my 
cock into her dripping pussy.

"Believe it..." 

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 
local prison system.
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