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Making Babies: Whitney Houston
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)

***

My 15th "Making Babies" entry. To her family and church 
members, she was a good girl. But she loved to party, 
and one night of clubbing leads to a night of hotter sex 
- just the way she loved it. (M/f-teen, intr, celeb-
parody)

***

Whitney Elizabeth loved to sing. At fourteen years old, 
Nippy as family and friends called her was a very good 
singer, though her mother was still training her.

Raised a Baptist, Whitney sang in the church choir. She 
was raised on Gospel music and her family was very 
reserved.

But Whitney also loved Disco music and even Rock music. 
She kept it a secret from her family and most of her 
friends, who just wouldn't approve or even understand.

But along with singing Whitney LOVED to dance. But it 
was the kind of dancing her parents DEFINITELY would not 
approve of. Very sexual in nature, she secretly went to 
clubs to "shake her booty" and titties. She had a fake 
I.D. so she could get in the clubs, though she never 
drank. At fourteen, drinking and drugs was not her 
vices. Dancing was one vice.

Another thing Whitney loved was fucking. THAT was her 
big vice. She started when she was eleven.

And she definitely had the body for it.

At fourteen, Whitney was 5'8" and curvy, with 34C 
titties and a medium/large firm booty. Her dark brown 
eyes drew men to her like a moth to a flame, especially 
when she was dancing.

And dancing ALWAYS led to fucking.

Dancing was just fucking with your clothes on. 
Especially to Whitney. She was very much in to leading 
with her ass, her very hypnotic ass that looked ready to 
burst from a tight ass pair of jeans or a tighter skirt.

Whitney loved to grind that sweet ass against a cock 
during a dirty song. She loved to feel that cock get 
hard against her firm ass. And if she made a cock jizz, 
feeling it spasm and soften as she pumped and grinded, 
bonus for her.

Fucking for her was about pleasure, but more so for the 
man. Getting a man or boy off was an accomplishment to 
Whitney, and it made her feel proud to do so, and often, 
making one guy jizz as often as possible.

Whitney had a thing for White cock.

When she started out fucking at eleven years of age, she 
had fucked a lot of Black dicks her age. And those young 
Black boys were eager to pound her ass and drop a load 
up her tight, sweet twat.

But it wasn't long before Whitney started fucking older 
White cock. High School boys, College boys, her dad and 
mom's male friends.

Of course Whitney kept all of her sexual activities 
under wraps. As a good Baptist girl, it wouldn't've been 
right for the girl not to be a virgin. And what her 
family an church didn't know couldn't hurt her.

Even if everyone did know she loved to fuck and how much 
she loved to fuck [plus she knew a lot of people would 
shit if they knew the gorgeous Black girl went for the 
White bread cock], Whitney STILL would've fucked up a 
storm.

Whitney had slipped out one night in her dancing clothes 
[the clothes her parents made her wear she'd NEVER wear 
to the clubs, she hid her stash of sexy "steppin' out" 
clothes from her parents] and met her gals Millie and Jo 
at the hottest Disco in town.

They were the few girls who knew Whitney "secret" 
[though even they didn't know about Whitney's lust for 
White cock in her young twat] and their parents were 
actually more open-minded.

Jo never had a problem getting into clubs. Even bouncers 
were afraid of her. But Millie was so young and cute, 
looking even younger than fourteen, she had a harder 
time getting into the clubs. Sometimes Whitney had to 
blow the bouncer [she loved sucking and swallowing, as 
well as giving hand jobs and seeing jizz spurt 
everywhere - just NOT in her hair], or they'd pay him 
off to look the other way. Most took the blow job.

The club was really rad, the place full of cool cats and 
changing color lights, the speakers pounding out the 
Disco beats to the dancing feet. Last year's "Play That 
Funky Music" by Wild Cherry was playing as the trio 
entered, a crowd favorite at this club. The DJ 
transitioned into "Love Hangover" by Diana Ross.

Whitney jumped right into the fray, thrusting out that 
booty as the dance floor writhed with sweaty people.

She didn't mind sweating, Hell, she sweated more when 
she was fucking. And the funky smell of sweat made 
Whitney's tight, hairy pussy so wet.

Jo and Millie usually started out dancing together, but 
they always pick up a few guys before the first dance 
ended. Whitney didn't always need a partner, she just 
need to dance.

"Car Wash" by Rose Royce started playing. Whitney loved 
that movie. The kid on the skateboard, she dreamed of 
raping him and taking his young dick up her ass [yup, 
the girl LOVED her anal too].

"Got To Give It Up" came next and Whitney shivered all 
over. Marvin Gaye had that affect on her. She shook that 
ass and those titties wildly, eyes constantly on that 
sweet young body.

The crowd was mostly Black, some Spanish. But when he 
came him he caught Whitney's eye right off the bat.

Yes, he was White, and very tall. He had on a White 
leisure suit like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. 
Whitney's knees got weak. She always got weak in the 
knees for the Vinnie Barbarino actor.

It didn't matter if she Whitney watching Welcome Back, 
Kotter or Saturday Night Fever. And seeing this hunk of 
a White guy dressed like Tony Manero was having that 
affect on Whitney now.

Of course he had seen her dancing before she saw him. He 
had a thing for Black girls who were wild on the Disco 
floor.

He approached her and took her hand as "Don't Leave Me 
This Way" by Thelma Houston started to play. Whitney had 
stopped dancing but when he began to dance it was like 
they were two parts of the same person, dancing in sync.

Her nipples poked through tight top as Whitney bit her 
lip lustily. He danced faster and she did as well. Soon 
her ass was shaking and grinding against his White cock. 
And Whitney felt it growing harder in massive 
proportions. It turned her on more.

He held her hips and ground his cock against her amazing 
ass. Whitney gasped and groaned. It was like getting 
fucked even more than dancing usually was!

Whitney closed her eyes and let wave after wave of 
orgasm course over her body.

She NEVER came while dancing!

The guy made Whitney orgasm several times. She was 
shocked that her booty grinding hadn't made him cum 
already. White bread had staying power!

Whitney couldn't take it anymore. She spun around and 
pressed her soft, curvy body against his rock hard body.

"Take me somewhere to fuck," She hissed.

The two left as KC and The Sunshine Band started to 
blare "I'm Your Boogie Man". He gave the calet his 
ticket and two minutes later his Barracuda was brought 
to him. He tipped the valet a hundred and opened the 
door for Whitney and helped her into the sports car. 
Closing the door, he went around the front of the car 
and got into the driver seat.

Shifting into gear, the sped off.

Whitney felt so sexually charged as she rubbed her firm, 
young thighs together. She clicked on the radio and 
started dialing through the stations. Whitney found 
"Blinded By The Light" by Manfred Mann's Earth Band. 
Just what the doctor ordered. The girl needed to Rock 
now. And soon she planned to Rock the grown man's cock. 

Whitney looked at the gorgeous hunk of a man beside her, 
biting her lower lip as the wind blew his hair back. She 
figured him late twenties, maybe early thirties. If it'd 
been ten years later, she'd have said he bore a 
resemblance to Miami Vice's Sonny Crockett, though 
darker haired.

Twenty, twenty-five minutes later, "Black Water" by The 
Doobie Brothers was blaring from the car speakers as he 
turned into a driveway blocked by a massive black metal 
gate with tall stone walls on either side of it. He 
punched a code into a security keypad within arm's reach 
of the driver side door and the gate slowly clanged 
open. Soon he drove through and hit and a sensor plate 
in the inner driveway and the gate began to close.

Weaving up the driveway, they soon reached a massive 
well-lit house. Whitney whistled. The man smiled for the 
first time.

Parking the car, the two stepped out and walked up to 
the door. A servant opened it before they reached it.

"Good evening, sir. Welcome home," He said.

Acknowledging Whitney, he nodded at her. "Madam...?"

"Whitney," She said nervously. "Whitney Houston,"

"Miss Houston," The servant nodded again. "Welcome."

"Thank you," She smiled.

The servant left them and the man led Whitney up a 
massive spiral staircase to the second floor. They 
walked down a long hallway, carpeted wall-to-wall. Soon 
they came to a double door at the end and he opened 
them, ushering Whitney in. Her pussy was dripping wet 
now.

Closing and locking the door behind them, Whitney looked 
around in awe at what had to be the Master bedroom. Who 
was this guy?!? she wondered to herself, her nipples 
aching.

He began to undress and the young teen followed his 
lead. He laid his clothes neatly over a chair in front 
of a table with a mirror and Whitney did the same using 
another chair standing by itself.

Whitney saw the man had a powerful-looking body as his 
height towered over her by a good half a foot at least. 
He was almost as muscular as Ahhnold whom she saw in 
Stay Hungry last year.

Whitney rubbed her thighs together hornily.

Her eyes slid down his body. His cock was still hard, 
his massive, hard cock. Whitney gaped at it, running her 
hands up and down her sides.

Moving towards her, he embraced her and kissed her. 
Whitney moaned and kissed him back as he squeezed her 
hot ass. Her pussy was soaked.

He maneuvered her to the four post bed and eased her 
down onto it, still kissing her. Instinctively, Whitney 
spread her legs for him. He rubbed his cock along her 
wet, black-haired pussy, making her moan louder.

Coated with her labial fluids, he took hold of his 
throbbing cock and eased it into her quim. Whitney broke 
the kiss and groaned, throwing back her.

The girl's body was on fire. And her brain seemed to go 
haywire. Whitney never sang during a fuck, but she 
started singing "Love To Love You Baby" by Donna Summer 
without even realizing it as he stuffed her with his 
large cock and she sang it very, very well.

As he pumped in and out of her rapidly, Whitney began to 
orgasm and "I Feel Love" replaced the first Donna Summer 
song. Her voice rose higher and higher as her orgasm 
crashed over her young body.

Her body writhed beneath him as her twat spasmed and 
clamped around his cock, juices flooding out past his 
thrusting cock.

Whitney snag the whole time, oblivious the whole time. 
She'd sing one song then upon orgasm sing something 
else, going from Donna Summer, to Diana Ross, to The 
Pointer Sisters...

And the teenager came a lot, her body glistening with 
sweat as she was fucked harder and harder.

He kept pacing himself. Whenever her orgasm would ebb 
away, he'd slow somewhat, slowly building up speed 
again. And as Whitney'd orgasm, he'd ram into her hard.

He lasted forty-five minutes. Whitney never had anyone 
last that long. He finally grunted, threw back his head 
and began to jizz in her.

At the same time it triggered another orgasm in Whitney. 
She stopped singing and shrieked at the top of her 
voice.

Her voice shattered the mirror near where he had laid 
his clothes.

He kept right on slamming his cock in and out of 
Whitney, blasting more and more of his seed deep within 
the fourteen year old girl, until he finally collapsed 
sweatily on top of her, out of breath but still hard 
inside of her.

Whitney was fully aware she'd shattered the mirror and 
felt guilty as fuck.

"Sorry about that..." She said sheepishly. "I'll replace 
the mirror, I promise!"

He was smiling at her. Whitney had a feeling he wasn't 
actually mad.

"You... were... amazing..." He spoke for the first time.

Whitney felt her face grow hot.

"Thank you. You were even more amazing with that monster 
cock!"

"Actually, I meant your singing," He replied.

"Singing?" Whitney asked, blinking in confusing. 
"I...was singing?!?"

"You sure were," He said. "And extraordinarily."

Whitney face grew hotter, not just by his praise but in 
embarrassment for singing while he fucked her and not 
knowing it!

"Wh-who are you?!" She blurted out.

"I'm a Record Company Executive," He answered. "For 
Arista. My think is Rock music, but I know some people 
in RandB who would be interested in meeting you, Miss 
Houston. I see big things in your future."

Whitney smiled brightly. "Oh wow..." Then she realized 
his cock was still hard. "Oh, wow!" She gushed.

And that was his signal to start fucking her again... 

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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