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Making Babies: Pat Benatar 
by Geminiguy (iamgeminiguy@yahoo.com)

***

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)

***
	
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]

***

[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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