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Making Babies: Marina Sirtis 
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)

***

My 19th "Making Babies" entry. After College, I take a 
trip to London, and find more than I expected. (M/f, 
ped, oral, celeb-parody)

***

[Summer of 1969]

I was tired. Exhausted. I needed a break.

I had just graduated College. My parents didn't come to 
my graduation. No surprise there.

You see, after I graduated High School I informed my 
father I wasn't going to be part of the family business. 
I planned to take up different studies in College.

Of course my father was infuriated. He pretty much cut 
me off, refusing to spend a cent on my College 
education.

Fortunately, I had gotten a scholarship that pretty much 
covered the four years.

I had to get a job, though. Had to pay for room and 
board, for books, the like. It was rough. Classes. 
Working. Studying. And if I didn't keep my Grades up I'd 
lose my scholarship.

But I kept it to together for four years. My Grades 
never once slipped. And I graduated in the Top five. 
Imagine that.

My grandmother did attend my graduation. My mother's 
mother. And she was proud of me.

Proud that I had stood up to my father [Nana never liked 
him], proud that I was able to hold my own, and proud 
that despite it all I still graduated near the top of my 
class.

"So now what do you plan to do?" Nana asked, walking 
with cane today. She doesn't always need it, but 
sometimes her right knee acts up. And considering she's 
close to seventy she's in better health than most her 
age and a lot younger looking, outliving my grandfather 
twenty years so far.

I sighed.

"I don't know, Nana. I'd love to travel. For some reason 
I've always had a desire to visit London, England."

"I'm not surprised," Nana put in. "You have family there 
somewhere."

"I do?" I asked in surprise. "My family is English?"

"Well, actually Greek. My maiden name was Yianniri. Your 
grandfather was Greek too, but he'd Americanized his 
name before I met him."

"I had had no idea..."

"Neither did your mother," Nana continued. "She had 
never shown an interest in our background so I never 
talked about it.
	
And your grandfather, he was always too busy working, 
working, working, God rest his soul."

"Huh," I said, dumbfounded. I sighed again. "Now that I 
know about this I want to go to London more than ever! 
But I can't..."

"Jimmy, your father isn't the only one with money," Nana 
said, having stopped and put her hand on my arm. "Your 
grandfather left me very well off, but all I ever needed 
was a simple life.

I never gave two figs for the man who calls himself your 
father, and I pretty much disowned your mother when she 
married him. I just never told her that," Nana laughed. 
"Anyway, it has always been my intention to leave you 
everything when I go. But why wait? I'm going to pay for 
you to go to London, England. Harringay, North London to 
be exact. For a month, for the summer, you just say the 
word. Call it a graduation present if you want."

"Awww, Nana, thank you!" I bent down to hug her because 
she's so short compared to my near 6'5".

I had asked her to come too, but Nana said traveling 
never agreed with her, and she wasn't as young as she 
once was.

"No, you go. And make sure you write!"

"I send you a postcard every day!" I swore.

"Once a week would be enough," Nana laughed. "Or maybe 
twice a week."

"I promise."

Since I didn't have any place to go now that I 
graduated, Nana took me in, especially since she wanted 
me to have the house when she was gone anyway. I hoped 
that wouldn't be for a long, long time, she was the only 
grandparent I ever knew.

So travel arrangements were soon made, and I was soon 
flying First Class to England. I rented a car for my 
stay. I hadn't driven much back home, so it wouldn't be 
difficult for me to get used to driving on the opposite 
side of the road.

I find a decent place to stay as well. Now all I needed 
to do was find my relatives. But where, and how to look?

The little old lady who rented me the room recommended I 
see a genealogist, there was one in town.

I went to see him the next morning with what little I 
knew. Nana said she couldn't remember any names, it was 
so long ago.

Fortunately the genealogist said it wasn't a problem. He 
would started with me, back track to my parents and my 
mother parents, he said he could definitely find out who 
I was related to here in Harringay.

Unfortunately he was backed up at the moment and 
wouldn't be able to get to mine for four or five days. I 
told him it wasn't a problem, I had time.

So I went sightseeing. I was very curious about 
Harringay, and the on-again, off-again rain couldn't 
keep me from getting to know the town. I was able to buy 
a large, adequate umbrella, rain slicker and waterproof 
boots that more than served their purpose.

The weather was nice enough more often than not. There 
was much to see, even sporting events for me to enjoy, 
even car racing. That was American enough for me.

I found myself visiting the races daily. On the second 
day a girl asked if the seat next to me was taken.
	
She looked to be about fourteen, with jet black curly 
hair and more than a foot shorter than myself.

She wore a tight blouse with enough buttons undone to 
show a lot of cleavage of her large young breasts and a 
short skirt that showed off her long, coltish thighs.

I told her it wasn't and she was welcome to sit there.

She thanked me. "American, aren't you?" She asked.

I told her I was.

"I could tell," She smiled brightly. "I hope to live in 
America someday. I'd like to be an actress, my parents 
are strongly against it. I'm Marina."

"I'm Jim. It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too, Jim."

We made small talk, she told me about her parents, her 
father was a tailor and her mother his assistant. I told 
her about my parents, what happened between my father 
and myself, and my grandmother paying for my trip as a 
graduation present without mentioning why I was here. It 
hadn't crossed my mind to bring it up at the time.

"So you graduated College?"

"Yeah. I'm twenty-two."
	
"I'd have thought you were younger."

Marina asked me all kinds of questions about America. 
All the while her hand migrated to my leg, and slowly 
worked its way up to just next to my crotch.

Soon she was giving my thigh little squeezes. I have to 
admit, as soon as this girl sat beside me my cock 
started to react. But now it was nearly half hard form 
Marina's touch.

I was starting to wonder if Marina was a prostitute or 
something. I wasn't sure if London or even England had 
prostitutes as young as her.

But I soon realized she was as turned on as me. The way 
she bit her lip, the way she rubbed her thighs together, 
the way her other hand also rubbed her thigh and kept 
pulling her skirt back down.

Marina noticed me looking. She smiled.

Lowering her voice she said. "I've never been this 
turned on before! I love shagging but I've never shagged 
an American or any adult!"

I stared at the girl wide-eyed. Then she slid her skirt 
up to her crotch and lifted it momentarily. Marina 
wasn't wearing panties!

She slid her skirt right back down.

"Do you like my fanny?" Marina winked, then giggled. "My 
mum would kill me if she heard me talk like that!"

"And she wouldn't kill you if she knew you loved to 
fuck?" I shot back teasingly.

"Oh, she'd kill me for that too," Marina grinned.

She suddenly poked me in the side gently with her elbow.

"I want you in my mouth," Marina said. "Now."

"Now?!?" I repeated.

She nodded.

"I know just the place. Come on!"

Marina got up from her seat and I soon followed, not 
caring if anyone noticed. She lead me to a secluded 
corner hidden by a lot of shrubbery.

Dropping to her knees, Marina quickly had my pants open 
and pulled my cock out of my underwear. She started to 
stroke it.

"Very nice," She smiled. "Biggest I've ever seen."

Without another word, Marina engulfed most of my cock 
into her mouth. I gasped at how warm her mouth was. I'd 
never had a girl do this to me before.

I was no virgin. I've fucked lots of times and I've 
gotten my cock stroked off too.

But never have a had a girl take me in her mouth.

Marina's mouth flew along my cock, each time down she 
took a little more. Soon I felt my cock hit the back of 
her throat, then slip down it! Marina was good!

She moaned and cupped my testicles through my underwear 
as she sucked me. Saliva ran down my cock into my pubic 
hairs.

Faster and faster she sucked me. I was all too aware I 
was getting a sex act done to me in public - and by an 
underaged girl no less! - and was in constant fear we'd 
get caught. Which was probably why I took so long to 
spurt my load.

We didn't get caught. And I finally did spurt off. I 
grunted and shot into her mouth. Marina quickly and 
eagerly swallowed it down! I didn't expect her to do 
that. I spurted like thirteen, fourteen times. I thought 
I'd never stop!

Finally I did. Marina slipped her mouth off and popped 
my cock back into my underwear.

"Thank you for letting do that," She smiled as she rose 
up.

I was busy buttoning and zipping my pants back up.

Marina grabbed me behind my neck and pulled my face down 
to hers. She kissed me. Deeply.

"Wow..." I said as she broke the kiss.

Marina smiled.

We went back to our seats and watched the rest of the 
race.

"I have to go home," Marina finally said. "Will you be 
here tomorrow, Jim?"

"You bet!"

She smiled again. "You like me, don't you?" Marina 
asked.

"I do," I said. And I really meant it.

"I like you too," She said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough. I nervous waited for 
Marina by the entrance. She finally showed up.

She had on similar-styled blouse and skirt but different 
colors this time.

Marina put her arm around my waist. "Come on," She said, 
leading me out.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You'll see," Marina winked.

We turned down a few streets then down an alleyway that 
led to a dead-end.

She grabbed my neck again, pulling my face down and 
kissed me more passionately as she rubbed my crotch with 
her other hand.

"I have been so wet since I sucked you off yesterday!" 
Marina hissed as she unbuttoned her blouse almost to the 
waist. Spreading it open, she grabbed the bottom of her 
bra and tugged it up.

Her large breasts tumbled out. Then they rose back up to 
their normal position, high and firm. Her areolae was 
dark brown and oval-shaped, her nipples huge and erect.

Marina cupped her breasts, massaging them.

"Do you like huge mams?" The girl leered.

"I love them," I said.

"I already know you love my fanny," Marina smiled, 
lifting her skirt again, showing me her hairy pussy. She 
started to rub it vigorously and moan.

"I'm ready for you to shag me," Marina said breathily. 
"To fuck me."

"I - I don't have any protection!" I blurted out.

"I don't care! I make all the other boys wear 
protection, so it'll be all right."

There were black metal stairs running up one wall, a 
platform just above our heads opening up to another 
section of stairs. Marina moved up underneath it.
	
Lifting her arms over her head, she jumped up and 
snagged her fingers some of the many into loops forming 
the platform, holding on tight.

Marina smiled, swinging towards me and away from me.

"Come on. Shag me, baby."

I couldn't resist. I moved towards her, getting my stiff 
cock out of my pants. Pushing down my cock so it was 
straight in front of me, it slipped right between her 
legs and against her wet pussy.

I started kissing Marina as I slid my cock along her 
slippery opening, coating my cock with her fluids. When 
it was wet enough I pushed it up into her tight pussy.

Marina groaned.

Grabbing the girl's hips, I started fucking up into her, 
bending my knees then thrusting back up onto her again 
and again.

Marina was crying and moaning loudly as I fucked her 
harder and harder. He pussy grew wetter and opened up 
more as I fucked her.

It wasn't long before Marina orgasmed hard. Her pussy 
clamped around my cock as she screamed loudly. Part of 
me worried someone would hear her and come catch us.

But I had a feeling she chose this place on purpose, and 
brought guys her often.

I fucked Marina harder and harder, and she orgasmed 
often. The possibility we could get caught was still 
there, just like when Marina sucked me yesterday, but I 
wasn't as worried this time. Which was probably why I 
didn't last as long.

Soon I grunted and began to spurt up into Marina's hot, 
wet pussy as she orgasmed once more. She dropped to her 
knees and licked my cock clean before putting it away 
for me.

We went back to the races and watched a little. Then 
Marina sucked me again. It wasn't long before she had to 
leave again.

I went back to where I was staying and looked forward to 
tomorrow.

***

In the morning, the little old lady said I had a phone 
call. It was from the genealogist. He told me to come in 
tomorrow afternoon.

I met Marina at the races and told her I had to be 
somewhere in the afternoon. She took me to a different 
secluded spot where Marina sucked me off first. She kept 
sucking me until I was hard again.

Then she had me fuck her from behind. This time I lasted 
a very, very long time. Marina was exhausted after, but 
said she was very satisfied. We didn't bother to go to 
the races.

I made it to my appointment on time. The genealogist 
showed me that he found my grandmother's sister. She had 
married and they had a daughter. The daughter Despina 
married. He told me she was married to the local tailor.

I thanked him and paid him, asking him how to get to the 
tailor's shop.

I finally found it and entered. A man greeted me.

"How may I help you?"

"I'm looking for Despina. Your wife?"

He nodded.

He called out in what I assumed was Greek. A woman came 
from door in the back covered with strings of beads. I 
could see the resemblance already.

He said something in Greek to her again and pointed at 
me.

"Yes?" She asked.

"My name is Jim." I told her my last name too. Then I 
told her my grandmother's first name. "Her maiden name 
is Yianniri."

The woman whom I guess was considered my aunt, burst 
into tears.

She started to ramble on in Greek as she hugged me.

"I knew there was a resemblance," Smiled her husband, 
shaking my hand. "She said her mother always spoke of 
her sister who went to America and married there."

My aunt finally started to calm, wiping away her tears.

"Is your grandmother well?"

I nodded. "Nana is very well. Nearly seventy but more 
than healthy for her age."

Aunt Despina started to cry again.

"Wait! Wait," She said. Turning back towards the door 
she had come through, she called out to someone in Greek 
again.

"You must meet our daughter," Aunt Despina said.

I heard the beads get pushed aside again as another 
figure emerged.

"Your cousin Jim has come from America to find us," She 
said. "Jim, this is my daughter."

It was Marina... 

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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