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Making Babies: Gloria Estefan
by Geminiguy (geminiguy7.hotmail.co.uk@gmail.com)

***

My 24th "Making Babies" entry. A somewhat traumatized 
Irish teen come to America in 1970 for his sister's 
wedding. The things he sees in America may be a bit much 
for him. (mf, 1st, oral, huspanic, celeb-parody)

***
	
Author's Note: Closing out this cycle of "Making Babies" 
with something a little different than the Shirley 
Temple, Tina Yothers, Lori Loughlin entries.

Those three stories were 1st Time stories, with each 
young celebrity portraying a certain level of innocence 
but to different degrees and ways. But for this one, I 
can't help but want to not make this celebrity innocent. 
;-)

When I was researching her for my KB story "But The 
Words Get In The Way Last Month", I read that she said 
her husband was her first love. Which doesn't mean her 
first time...if you catch my meaning. ;-) So I want to 
explore that a little bit here. I hope you like it, my 
Constant Readers ~ G

***

[September 1970 Miami, Florida]

I was surprised when I received a letter in the mail 
from my sister inviting me to her wedding, Sylvia even 
included Round Trip Air Fare.

You see, my sister - who is ten years older than my 
sixteen years of age - was never close with our parents. 
They always fought, tooth and nail. And why wouldn't 
they? We are Irish, and you know about our fiery 
tempers.

When Sylvia turned eighteen, she left for a College in 
America she'd secretly applied to without our parents 
knowing. Fortunately time and distance seemed to change 
my parents' views of my sister, and they actually missed 
her. When she sent me the invitation she told me to just 
tell my parents that she invited me for a visit, Sylvia 
was sure they wouldn't mind.

And she'd been right. And they weren't even upset that 
it would be in September.

My school was informed that I would be away for a few 
weeks in September, my parents helped me get my passport 
and I was on my way.

I'd never been away from Ireland before. Hell, I'd never 
even been on a plane! But it wasn't so bad and I slept 
most of the flight. The plane arrived at Miami Airport 
without a hitch.

Right away I noticed the difference. Miami was a lot 
warmer and the weather was much nicer. Not to mention 
the women wore a lot less...

I was surprised by the half naked bodies nearly 
everywhere. Then again, I had never seen anyone in a 
bathing suit back home. We live in the center of 
Ireland, no ocean, everyone very pale. I was looking 
forward to getting a tan!

But all the half naked women made me uncomfortable. 
Don't get me wrong. I'm no virgin. Well, I only did it 
once but it was so unexpected and shocking. It kind of 
messed me up.

My family is very religious. We go to church very often, 
and have always trusted the clergy.

Well when I was twelve, a nun, well, raped me.

I didn't even know about sex. My father explained things 
to me a year later. But that nun gave me an education 
that was burned into my brain. And I haven't been able 
to look at women the same way since.

Of course I never told anyone! And forget confession. 
After what that nun did to me I was afraid the Pastor 
wouldn't believe me anyway. So I kept it to myself, and 
have had to live with that secret weighing heavily upon 
me ever since.

I tried not to let all the half naked women in Miami 
bother me. Fortunately my sister and fiancé picked me up 
soon after I arrived.

My sister [and my mother] were the only women that 
didn't make me uncomfortable, and I was so glad to see 
Sylvia again after so long. I welcomed her hug.

She had changed a lot; The way she wore her hair, the 
way she dressed, and her makeup. Her clothes were tight 
and revealing, showing the tops of her breasts and her 
thighs.

I wasn't bothered by that. What bothered me is my penis 
was becoming erect by the sight of her!

But I did my best to play it off and act like nothing 
was wrong. Sylvia was too busy asking me all kinds of 
questions while her fiancé drove.

We arrived at her two bedroom apartment - she said the 
landlord already found a new tenant who would be moving 
in the first of October.

Sylvia had already moved most of her thing into the new 
home she and her fiancé bought. She showed me the spare 
room and helped my unpack. When she saw my clothes she 
said she'd take me shopping for some shorts, swim trunks 
and short-sleeved shirts which we did after I finished 
unpacking. Sylvia said I'd have to go for my tuxedo 
fitting in a few days too.

I realized I would need swim trunks if I was going to go 
to the beach and work on my tan, mentioning that to her. 
Sylvia said she'd drop me off at the beach in the 
morning on her way to work.

In the morning she gave me a set of keys to her place 
and some money. "I think you'll look good in a tuxedo 
with a tan," Sylvia commented.

Looking down at my older sister in the driver's seat of 
her car, with her long, wavy red hair, light freckles 
and showing the tops of her breasts again, I couldn't 
help getting an erection again. I held my beach towel in 
front of my crotch so Sylvia wouldn't see and think I 
was some freak.

She finally drove off and I sighed, my erection starting 
to go down. I headed towards the beach. I was in for a 
surprise.

I had thought the women walking around Miami were 
showing a lot of skin, it was worse here. The girls - 
and that's all there were, girls around my age or 
younger [I found out later school was off that day] - 
were mostly topless.

For some reason the sight of girls my own age almost 
naked didn't bother me as much as seeing the grown women 
this way. I still got another erection of course.

Dropping my towel and Sylvia's tanning oil [I had the 
keys and cash safely stashed in a resealable sandwich 
bag in a inner pouch of the swim trunks, what genius!], 
I headed out to the water for a quick dip.

I had learned how to swim when I was very young, but I 
still didn't go out too far.

I found the experience enjoyable, the water very warm 
and relaxing. I could get used to this I thought.

After fifteen minutes I finally came out and laid out on 
my towel, letting the sun dry me. Then I grabbed the 
suntan oil and started to rub it all over my body. It 
was slick and felt funny, but I knew it'd help me tan.

So I laid out there maybe twenty minutes, then rolled 
over onto my stomach to tan my back. I was feeling very 
relaxed and the time seemed to slip away.

The sound of a vehicle close by caught my attention. 
Rolling over onto my back, I sat up and saw a style of 
car I never saw in Ireland. I found out later most of 
the residents of Miami are Hispanic, mainly Cuban, and 
prefer to style of car.

But it wasn't the car itself that caught my attention. 
The guy in the passenger seat got out and opened the 
trunk. It seemed there were two large speakers laying in 
the trunk and he stood them up.

The guy who had been driving the car turned on the car 
radio, which was attached to the large speakers. They 
blasted out what I found out later was Latin style 
music.

It had a catchy beat. Many of the girls started to get 
up and dance. But not the way I'd seen people dance back 
in Ireland.

The style of dance the Hispanic girls were doing was 
very arousing. I found my erection coming back.

I noticed the two guys seemed to be aroused as well, 
each one picking a girl and taking them beyond the sand 
dunes.

But I was more interested in one girl. She was a much 
better dancer than the others. And she was very vocal. 
Often she's sing in what I later found out was Cuban. 
She had a very nice singing voice.

She wasn't as tall as me. By your American measurements 
I'm 6'4", the girl who must have been about thirteen was 
more than a foot shorter than me. She had very long 
reddish-brown hair and was showing a lot of her body in 
her small bikini. Her bikini bottom hardly covered her 
butt.

I couldn't stop lookin' at her. She had a strong 
hypnotic effect on me. Finally I found myself rising and 
approaching her.

"Excuse me," I said. But the music was too loud. "Excuse 
me!"

She stopped dancing and turned to me, looking me up and 
down.

"Hi!" She said with a strong accent, smiling at me.

"Hi!" I replied.

"It's kind of noisy, let's talk over there," She 
suggested.

The girl moved towards where I was laying out.

"Now, where were we?" She smiled again.

"Ummm, hi," I repeated.

"You have an unusual accent," She said. I could tell she 
meant no offense.

"You do too," I replied.

She laughed.

"You're not from around her, are you?"

I shook my head. "I'm from Ireland. I'm here for my 
sister's wedding."

"Welcome to America!" She said, light brown eyes 
gleaming. "I'm Gloria."

"Thank you! I'm Jim. I had wanted to tell you I love the 
way you dance and sing. I never seen or heard anything 
like that back home."

"Thank you! They're not the only things I do," Gloria 
smiled mysteriously.

Her gaze traveled down to my erect penis tenting my swim 
trunks. My face grew hot.

"Huh?" was all I could say confused.

Gloria's hand moved forward and grabbed my penis through 
my swim trunks. Then she pulled my head down to hers and 
kissed me.

I was shocked. But I found I enjoyed it.

Gloria started untying my swim trunks. Then she tugged 
them down. I knew I should have stopped her, but I 
didn't seem to care.

Breaking the kiss Gloria pushed me down on my towel and 
dropped between my legs.

"You have a big one," She moaned, holding my penis.

Then she ducked down her head and took it in her mouth!

Again I was shocked but found the feel of her mouth 
amazing. I looked around. No one seemed to be paying any 
attention to us. All the girls were still dancing. I 
returned my attention to Gloria.

Her head bobbed up and down my hard penis, taking more 
and more each time. Soon she removed her hand from it 
and took so much I felt it hit the back of her throat. 
Then I felt it slide down her throat!

WOW! I thought.

I didn't know women did that or were so talented at it!

Gloria wasn't gagging on my penis or anything. She was 
moaning loudly around my penis, sending shivers 
throughout my body.

It felt too good. I wasn't used to this. I had only 
ejaculated once in my life, when I shot my semen into 
that nun.

It wasn't long before I groaned loudly and was 
ejaculating in Gloria's mouth! And she was swallowing it 
all down!

I watched wide-eyed as she continued to bob her head up 
and down as I shot fifteen bolts of semen down her 
throat, and she took it all without choking. I was so 
impressed!

Gloria finally slid her mouth off of my penis.

"Mmmm," She said. "your spew tastes good! And you're 
still hard!" The look on her face and tone of voice told 
me she was impressed as well, but by the fact that I was 
still hard.

Climbing to her feet, Gloria helped me up. Then she took 
my place on the towel. Spreading her legs, Gloria, 
pulled her bikini bottom to the side. Her vagina was 
covered with reddish-brown curls heavily.

Just like the nun's, except her curls were black. My 
penis throbbed at the sight of Gloria's vagina.

She pulled the triangles of her bikini top to the sides, 
exposing her breasts to me. Her nipples were hard and 
brown, with an oval shape around each one.

Gloria started to rub her vagina, opening the lips.

"Come on," She moaned. "Fuck me!"

I never heard that word before, but I knew Gloria wanted 
my penis inside of her vagina, just like the nun. But 
this time I wanted to do it.

Mounting Gloria, I let her take hold of my penis and 
slide it into her. She was so hot and wet like that 
dirty old nun!

I started to move in and out of Gloria, remembering how 
the nun had done it to me. I guess the one good thing 
about being raped by that nun was I had an idea about 
how to do this with Gloria.

As I grew more accustomed to moving in and out of her, I 
found myself doing it faster and faster. Gloria was 
moaning louder and louder.

Suddenly she whimpered "I'm climaxing, I'm climaxing!!!" 
Throwing back her head she cried out.
	
I didn't even look around to see if anyone was watching 
us this time. I didn't care anymore.

I just kept doing it to Gloria faster, and harder. She 
writhed and thrashed under me wildly, climaxing often. I 
was glad I could make Gloria climax. I remember the nun 
had climaxed a lot too.

Gloria climaxed dozens and dozens of times before I 
groaned and started to ejaculate into her. I didn't even 
think to pull out, no thought that I might get her 
pregnant. I kept pumping and pumping into her, shooting 
into Gloria maybe twenty times this time, more than I 
did in her mouth.

My penis stopped having its climax and began to soften, 
slipping from Gloria. I felt my semen ooze out too.

Gloria smiled.

"You were good," She said sincerely. "I never came that 
much!"

"Thank you!" I grinned, probably looking like a fool. 
"I'm glad I made you climax so many times.

"I hope we get to do this lots of times while you're 
here," Gloria said. "Let's go down to the water and 
clean ourselves up."
	
I climbed up of Gloria as she pulled her bikini top back 
over her breasts and covered up her vagina again.

I pulled up and tied my swim trunks then helped Gloria 
up. We walked hand-in-hand down to the water.

I thought about what Gloria said to me and smiled. I too 
hoped I'd see her again many times while I was here, and 
I hoped we got to do it again and 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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