("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2015. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- Making Babies: Jan Kuehnemund by Geminiguy (iamgeminiguy@yahoo.com) *** My 37th "Making Babies" entry. A man reminisces about meeting Vixen's Jan Kuehnemund when they were both young teenagers. (mf-teens, 1st, celeb-parody) *** Author's Note: I decided to have a Rocker Girls-theme for this cycle of "Making Babies". Well, actually three are Rockers, one is a Pop singer. I also have another themed "Making Babies" cycle in mind I may do in August or September. I decided to try something slightly different for this entry. Yes, the female focus of my story will be thirteen or fourteen as usual, but because of who she was and what she meant to me I came up with this approach. I didn't know about Vixen when they first came on the scene. I heard "Edge Of A Broken Heart" and "Cryin'" many, many years later. I have The Best Of Vixen: Full Throttle, a great album of Hard Rockin' tunage. And of course I LOVE the music video for "Edge Of A Broken Heart": The big '80s hair, the beautiful ladies, the tight, tight, tight spandex clothes... -drools like Homer Simpson- I remember when VH1 aired Bands Reunited: Vixen. I knew I HAD to record it. I knew very little about the Rock group, but they were a major influence on what I liked about Rock. But when Jan Kuehnemund died from cancer at the young age of fifty-one a part of me died with her. We'd lost a lot of Rockers due to cancer and other causes but I found Jan's passing pretty hard to take. And Vixen was in the process of reuniting at the time too. Jan is sorely missed by me and I think about her often. Rest in peace, Jan... G *** [October 10, 2013] I'm a Rocker. Been one for decades. I'm now fifty years old, look way younger, and my band shows no signs of slowing down for a long, long time to come. Rock is our life, my life. When I heard the news that we lost Jan Kuehnemund to cancer, I took it pretty hard. I was tempted to drink, but I knew Jan wouldn't want me to do that. She'd known about my drinking problems during the 1980s. Jan and I had been friends. Hell, more than friends. She helped me through my drinking issues and other problems I'd had, and I helped her just as many times too. People saw us as the best of friends, which we were, but there was more than just friendship between us. It was the Spring of 1974. I'd just turned thirteen. Back then she still went by Janice Lynn Kuehnemond. She was about six months older than me. I knew of Janice Lynn for a few years. And I knew of her reputation. But we didn't meet for the first time until that Spring day. I was in the garage. My parents didn't use it. My older brother had a Rock group and they played in the garage. They were really good. I was young and shy, but I dreamed of being a long- haired Rocker like my brother. At that time it was only a dream, but I was letting my brother teach me had to play lead guitar. I could do a few well-known Rock songs, but I was too shy to play for friends. My brother was out of town with our dad, so no one was practicing that day. I was bored, goofing with my brother's guitar, but reverentially. I was playing "Smoke On The Water" by Deep Purple. "Nice," said a hot female voice behind me. I nearly dropped the guitar. I turned to see Janice Lynn standing outside the garage. She was gorgeous... I was over 6' tall, but she wasn't that far behind me, maybe 5'9". She had long, long blonde hair and it was teased up. And she wore makeup. She was the only girl our age I knew who did wear makeup. The hair, the makeup, and the way she dressed made her look older. Speaking of the way she dressed, Janice Lynn always wore tight, revealing clothes. Tight jeans, tight pants or tight cutoffs, to show off her well-developed butt. She wore tight, low-cut tops that showed off her very large tits. That day she had on a leather jacket, underneath a tight strapless halter top, under which I was sure Janice Lynn was braless. And she had on tights, that clung to her coltish thighs, her crotch and I was sure her butt as well. I was stunned speechless. "You're Jimmy, right?" Janice Lynn asked, smiling. I swallowed hard, nodding. "I'm -" "Janice Lynn Kuenhemund," I croaked out. "Right," She smiled. She click-clacked into the garage in her heels, the darker interior of the garage made her like an apparition, until she was right in front of me. "I'd love to play guitar," She sighed. "My dad plays, and he taught me. Someday I'm going to have my own Rock band. An all girl Rock band. And we're going to kick ass!" "Cool!" was all I could say, with her hot body so close to mine. "Mind if I try?" Janice Lynn asked, smiling at me. "Sure," I said, keeping my voice even. Janice Lynn took off her leather jacket. I handed her the guitar and backed up to the wall to give her room. And she started to play. Hell, it was more like she became one with the guitar. Janice Lynn was doing an extremely difficult Jimi Hendrix song. And she was succeeding immensely. The sight of Janice Lynn dressed like that and playing in ways I only dreamed was giving me a hard on. I should have been embarrassed to get hard in front of such a hot girl, but I was too horny to give a fuck at the moment. I was no stranger to jerking off. Hell, I wish I'd been alone in my room so I could whip my cock out and jack it off. But I wasn't, and I wasn't willing too, especially not in front of Janice Lynn. But the situation was getting too much for me. I started to rub myself vigorously through my jeans. Not that I wanted to spurt off in my briefs. Fortunately Janice Lynn was totally oblivious to my indecent behavior. She was lost in another world as she played. I tried to imagine what she looked like naked, not that it was too hard the way she was hardly dressed. My cock throbbed and my nuts ached bad. When she finished the song I didn't stop. I couldn't. And that when she noticed. Janice Lynn's eyes widened at the sight of my bulge. And her nipples stiffened under her halter. Shit! She was turned on! I suddenly had to have her, even if I'd never fucked a girl before. I rushed to her as she put down the guitar, I grabbed her halter and tore it down, her huge tits bounding out, jiggling wildly. Her areolae were oval-shaped and light brown in color. Slipping my hands around Janice Lynn, I pulled her against me and kissed with equal parts awkwardness and passion. She didn't fight me off. In fact she started groping my cock and kissing me back. She soon had my cock out and was stroking it. I pulled down her tights and Janice Lynn had no panties on underneath. I kneaded her well-rounded butt roughly as she jerked my cock faster. I let go of her and moved away, so I could ogle her pussy a moment. She was unshaven, her pussy covered with dark blonde curls. My cock throbbed harder. I had to fuck her now. I turned Janice Lynn around, bent her over and awkwardly jammed my cock into her. I had no idea she was cherry until I slammed my cock through her hymen. "Fuck!" I gasped. "I'm sorry!" I said, but I kept on fucking her. "I don't care!" She grunted. "I'm glad you did it!" Pleased by her words, I kept ramming into her, and of course I jizzed in under two minutes, dumping eleven or twelve bolts of cum into her. But I didn't apologize. My cock stayed hard so I kept right on fucking Janice Lynn. And it didn't take long for her to cum herself. She screamed as her pussy spasmed around my cock, clamping down around it. Good thing I'd cum already. Holding her hips tight, I fucked Janice Lynn harder and faster, making her orgasm and orgasm. I lost track of how many times I had made her cum. I lasted over forty minutes before I came inside her again, spurting another fourteen or fifteen times deep into her. Of course that fuck had formed an unbreakable bond between Janice Lynn and myself. We never actually became a couple. And we didn't fuck often. We mostly talked music, wrote songs, shit like that. I was never shy again. I grew my hair out, got serious about playing guitar and starting my own Rock group, and I fucked lots of girls. Of course I compared all of them to Janice Lynn. None of them could fuck like her. And every so I had to stop with the pretenders and go back for the real thing. Janice Lynn and I stayed close. We went to High School, I formed my group, she formed Vixen. We continued to talk music, jam together, write songs together. Even as we saw each other less and less as the years passed. When something big happened we were always there for each other. When I'd first heard about the cancer I was there for her. And it seemed Janice Lynn was going to beat it. But then all of a sudden I heard the news of her passing. I hadn't been there for her. And now Janice Lynn was gone. I think about her all the time. There has never been another woman like her in my life. And the more I think about her, the more I want a drink. Bad. But I know wherever Janice Lynn is, she is watching me. And I know she wouldn't want me to give in to the darkness. I need to keep up the good fight. Fight for her. Keep her memory alive. I love you, Janice Lynn, and I always will... Rest in peace... THE END For more stories by this author: http://kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?board=77.0 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Celebrity Parody Archive