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Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Her ambition was to be a showgirl even if it meant not wearing any clothes at all. It made her feel so very good inside down deep where her secret passion was burning brightly like the fires of Hell.
Back in the beginning when I realized what it meant for my limp dick to stiffen up into a formidable friendly weapon to be used in cementing male-female social relationships, I could be easily tempted into instantaneous arousal by the sight of a pair of shapely legs displayed for my viewing pleasure.
For reasons that are far beyond my limited ken, I must confess we young lads referred to them as "Gams" and I have not the slightest inkling why that bit of slang stuck with me throughout my life but the very sound of the word sends a little signal of a tingle down low in my groin area convincing me that all was not lost as yet.
I should explain that Gloria Goodnight was my pal Gloria's stage name and not her real name. Her real name was Gloria Gutowski and you can appreciate why she had to change it for appearing on stage in front of a bunch of rowdy males.
I guess that I was about sixteen when my friend Gloria decided to make a career of taking off her clothes in front of the grown-up men over in a sleazy club on the eastside. She was almost two years older than me and it was really a miracle that we were close but she was a funny duck and seemed to like the fact I didn't pester her to put "it" out. She was definitely turned off by all the college boys that sniffed around her like a pack of hound dogs begging her to do various depraved personal things that no self-respecting Catholic girl would consider even on a bad day.
We had gone skinny-dipping and had lots of fun jumping and running and scoping out each other's goodies and I had played "spin the bottle" with her forcing her tongue into my mouth confusing me no end because I thought it was supposed to be the guy that did that to the girl. Gloria was the kind of girl that liked to take charge and I never minded her ordering me around because her lips were full of promise and her eyes told me she had plans to fit me into her agenda.
However, it went no further than that and I think it was because I spent so much time doing weddings, baptisms and funerals at the church as altar boy I just didn't have time to research why girls were so different than boys. All the other guys in the neighborhood would refer to me as "The Fag" but I didn't mind it too much because I knew it wasn't true. I have to say they didn't do it when Gloria was with me because she would kick them in the balls and make them fall right down on the sidewalk not able to walk for a long time. I have to tell you that those guys protected their balls whenever she was around because she didn't put up with any crap and had a short temper.
Her older sister Veronica had gone into the convent a couple of years ago with the idea she would be devoted to the service of the lord but it didn't work out and she was now at home sitting on her ass on the sofa making wise-cracks about almost everything and telling me everything I did wrong in a voice loud enough that everyone could hear and laugh at my uncomfortable feeling. That Veronica had some mouth on her when the grown-ups were not around and I wondered how they ever took her at the convent with all her "F" words in almost every sentence. Gloria and I would laugh at her when we were alone because she was not a person you would make fun of right to her face. I think Gloria had a lot of her spunk and she was always doing things like daring the other guys to do something dangerous and show them by doing it first just to show that if a girl could do it a guy should be able to as well. She did that to me a couple of times and when I broke my wrist falling off the back of a bus I decided I was not going to accept any of her dares anymore because it was hazardous to my health.
Veronica had gotten into the habit of calling me a "pussy" right in front of Gloria and I didn't like it but still had this notion that boys don't hit girls no matter how nasty they were like it was some sort of unwritten law set down by God. The fact that Veronica had a body that was the equal of Gloria's influenced me to put up with a lot of her shit no matter how sarcastic and nasty she treated me even when we were alone together. She was just being herself and I respected that because I knew exactly what to expect.
I was surprised that only today Gloria had called her on it and promised her she would give her a busted lip if she kept it up. I was a bit shocked but kept my mouth shut because Gloria looked real serious and I could tell she was not fooling around. Veronica looked like she had been hit by lightning and I was waiting for her to erupt but she just smiled and agreed like it was all some secret joke between the two of them. She never called me "pussy" again and I have to admit it made me feel a whole lot better about myself.
Gloria told me that her sister had somehow gotten "knocked up" when she was at the convent and that the nuns all thought it was some boyfriend from the neighborhood she met on the sly. She confided in me that it was the old priest that acted as a confessor for the nuns and that he liked to "break in" the new novitiates to the world of sin and bad behavior. Most of the time he only used their rear entrance but he made a mistake with Veronica and slid up the wrong hole just when his sperm was at its strongest. The luckiest thing that happened to her was the miscarriage that took place before she even had a chance to pack her stuff and bring it all back home. I was under strict orders not to mention it to our parents because they didn't know the real reason having been told it was simply a case of not being "compatible" to convent life.
In a way, I kind of felt bad for Veronica but I think it pissed her off to think somebody was pitying her and she liked to grab my cock and balls when I wasn't looking and squeeze me hard making me beg her to stop right away. I think I was more worried about permanent damage being done to my equipment before I even had a chance to test it out on a real live girl. I had tried masturbation once or twice but it was totally unsatisfying and I decided I would just wait for the right girl to come along and we could make up for lost time together.
I never suspected it would be the sarcastic Veronica that would give me my first blow job but I got a little drunk on the apple wine that the beer truck driver gave Gloria just to show him her legs all the way up to her panty line. It seemed innocent enough but I could tell it made Gloria all excited and she kissed me a lot after that little adventure and made me sit down and drink the sparking apple wine from a wide cup sitting right on top of her tummy. Veronica watched us like we were crazy people but she kept her hand between her legs fooling around with her snatch and patted me on my backside when I was bent all the way forward. I think she wanted to hit me a lot harder but was reluctant to do so with her sister in the room with us.
Gloria got a little involved with the beer truck driver who was a lot younger than one would have thought a driver should be and I suspected she had allowed him to get at least to second base with her before she stopped him from stealing third. Anyway, he was the one that took her to the naked girl club the first time. She seemed to change after that and all she could think of was how much money she could make taking off her clothes for the horny middle-aged men with wives and children at home and all the other males that hated their boring lives.
Of course, Veronica was super jealous and she warned Gloria that one thing would lead to another and soon she would be a whore like all the other girls that worked there. I thought that was a little harsh because some of those girls were really nice and treated me good whenever I met them in church or at the super market where I worked bagging the groceries. I didn't think it was a good idea either but I knew that once Gloria got something set in her mind she would follow through no matter how difficult things became. I fully expected she would wind up on the stage wearing only her birthday suit and that she would make lots of money shaking her tail feathers for the guys.
Veronica was the one that kept me drinking the apple wine and in all honesty it got me a little sick to my stomach and I had a buzzing sound in my head. She felt sorry for me and put me in the shower wearing only my jockey shorts and they started to bag down in the front exposing my long hard dick that was stimulated at the fact she was fully dressed soaping me down like some Japanese bath girl taking care of business.
When she got to my long hard shaft, she didn't hesitate at all and I was amazed that a girl with her skills had actually considered a life of abstinence as a career choice. I think she had a thing for the priests and their long robes and such because she dressed me in my altar boy cassock and told me to shut my eyes and pray. I followed her instructions because I was totally confused with the apple wine and besides she looked so much like Gloria that it was almost automatic for me to do so.
She lifted my cassock in the front and before long her long fingers had positioned my cock straight out and into her willing mouth. It was a unique experience and I imagined it was Gloria's lips pressed tightly around me with fluttering delight. I reached down and grabbed hold of her hair pressing her face in tighter. The pressure on my dick was enormous and soon I was gushing long spurts of creamy cum on her pretty face and even into her open lips and onto her sexy tongue. It was hard for me to believe that the strong-willed Veronica was on her knees to me and that she was pleasuring me just like I had hoped my Gloria would on some wonderful future day.
In that moment of truth, I could see that Veronica was sort of like a substitute teacher at school and I wanted her to teach me everything there was to know about satisfying a female with a demanding cunt without scruples or moral character.
We did it standing up against the wall and then I bent her over the edge of the sofa doing her "doggie" style from behind. The sounds she made were totally undignified and unladylike. Still, they filled me with erotic desire to keep humping her in every imaginable position getting to find her special trigger points that would drive her into a beautiful orgasm just for me to watch and enjoy. I was careful to use a condom whenever we did it in her pretty pussy because she was understandably cautious after her bad experience in the convent.
I have to admit the thought of an abstinence inspired nun getting pregnant in a convent was truly tragic but a source of amusement to people with little adherence to religious thoughts. It was the reason why poor Veronica was so bitter and I understood her anger at men in general and I hoped she might make an exception for me because we seemed so compatible in every way.
Looking back on it in retrospect, I can see now that my fixation on Veronica was just a reflection of my desire for Gloria and my firm expectation that one day Gloria would open her glamorous gams for me.