Chapter 5

Glo prepares to use what she learned from the security videos to guide her plans with Glenn. Glenn is confused by Glo’s and Mrs. Fonsi’s changed behavior. Did he accidently reveal to Glo the secret shame he has hidden since they were kids that ruined all but one of his relationships? He is determined to be brave and act – to trust Glo will accept his secret, ask her to trust he can withstand her strong will, and elevate their relationship beyond friends.

Nothing heavy on today’s snack menu. Fruit, nuts, and crackers. My usual beer and wine for Glo. I put some champagne in the freezer because I am an optimist. I can hear Glo talking to herself as she opens the back door and continues her monologue through the laundry room into the kitchen.

“ ... selfish and inconsiderate. Sometimes I just want to have something for myself and not share.”

“What is the problem this time.” Soothing, non-committal tone of voice mode. Need Glo calm, not combative.

“Mother-daughter stuff. You know how they say, you can’t have two ladies of the house. But she has crossed the line this time ... too far.”

“Okay, I, a mere male will stay of it. Light menu planned, today, but...”

“So, she brought home a slice of cake for me from her catering job yesterday. Today, she demands I share it with her because she wants something sweet. Says her body is telling her she needs it. I tell her no; I have been waiting all day for it and plan to enjoy it before I go to bed tonight. She ... waaah, wah, wah, wa, wao, wo, woo, wonk ... right?!”

“Of course, how could she, “I respond on autopilot. I had not a clue what she droned on about the last minute or so. Glo is wearing a camisole top with matching pajama pants. Nothing but acres of Gloria under the top with a clear view of the rolling hills, a deep cleft between them. No bra. The waistband of the pajama pants rolled down to rest on her hips. Fluffy Elmo slippers. Between the top and pants is a patchwork of muscle with a small round depression in the middle where I was dreaming of placing my tongue while Glo gesticulated with her arms to punctuate whatever point she was making.

“Really? You don’t think it is too harsh that I threatened to move out if she ate it. I already feel guilty.”

“What?!? Wait ... No! Don’t move out! I would miss you ... I mean we, uh she, would miss you. You two are so close. It makes no sense to fight over something so trivial as a, what was it ... a piece of cake.”

Glo looks past me avoiding my eyes. I think she is imagining this cake. “You have NO idea how delicious this cake is. It is not something you want to share.” Head drops and shoulders droop. Pay no attention to how her breasts are still bouncing. “But you’re right. Give me a minute to go back and apologize and then we can talk about my amazing movie selection.” Just like that, happy Glo again. A quick hug for being so supportive and she jounced away to make up with Mrs. Fonsi.

“Holy ... how am I going to focus. If she wants to spar, today I am going to lose it. No way she can. She is dressed for a sorority pajama party, not best two of three hits or a pin to win. I physically shake it off, crack my neck, re-seat the erection and finish setting up the trays.

I am seated, as usual, in my favorite corner of the comfortable couch, waiting for Glo to start her “where will I sit routine”.

“Military thrillers are today’s theme. Basic, Courage Under Fire and A Few Good Men climax. Any questions?”

“Sounds good, though I am not much of a Courage Under Fire fan.”

“Then we do that one first. I want to go worst to best and if you put Courage Under Fire on the bottom, it goes to the bottom.” Glo bends at the waist with her hips cocked and looks over her shoulder. “I can’t let you wilt before we climax.” Did she lick her bottom lip? Turning back to the Blu-ray, she cues it up and starts slowly walking around the room. Seconds later, she lands on my thigh, flips off her Elmos and starts looking for the remote.

I could not focus on starting my confession and proposal. Glo was just too distracting. Non-stop commentary and questions about what I don’t like about the movie. Upper body movements accompanying her words caused the most alluring quakes. She pointedly ignored the snack tray near her. Instead, Glo kneeled and reached across me. Forearm on my crotch, breasts a pair of pendulums rubbing my thigh. “You know, I could pass you the tray.”

“No, I got it. I like to find the perfect slices.” I grunted as she levered up using the arm on my groin. Caressing my shoulder as she moved in close, Glo held a strawberry slice in front of my mouth until I opened so she could slide it, and two fingers inside. Glo stared into my eyes and slid the fingers over my bottom lip, to my chin and lifted my jaw, prompting me to remember to chew. So close, I could smell her perfume, her shampoo, my head was in a whirlwind of sensations – hands caressing my shoulder and my jaw, breasts pressed into my chest, firm cheeks on my thigh. I could feel her breath on my face as she popped her own slice in her mouth, and we chewed in unison. She licked stray juice from her lips and then some from my chin. This is it! I reach for her, but she pushes my hands down to my side.

“Later, after the movies.”

Shit! We are only halfway through the first movie. She slides off my thigh back to her favorite position, with some adjustments. Bicep nestled between her breasts, Glo’s hand resting on my stomach and my mind somewhere on the way to heaven, we continued the military thriller marathon. No more commentary, no more banter. Just caresses, fruit slices and increasing sexual frustration.

The movie ends. Glo switches it out with Basic, more fruit slices and, she resumes our cuddle. It continues throughout the movie. All I can remember is noticing Samuel L. did say motherfucker, I think Travolta danced, and Glo almost certainly can control physics because those breasts bounce so much they almost float and there is no way the physical structure of that camisole should not tear under the pressure of those giant nipples. After she popped in A Few Good Men, she put her arm around my neck and climbed into my lap. I imagined I heard her whisper, “I am finally with my good man.”

I caress Glo and hold her tight as we watch the drama unfold. It manages to compete and get our attention, especially since Glo made it clear we must finish the marathon before moving on to other things. When look each other in the eye and say, in unison with Jack, “You can’t handle the truth”; our expressions say we are ready to handle anything, as long as it is together. I think Jack would slap us.

Glo shuts off the electronics and straddles me. She pulls my head close and we finally share our first romantic kiss. Surprisingly, it is a sweet kiss and not lust-filled. We take our time and explore. Glo seems to like when I suck and lightly bite her bottom lip. She experiments biting both of mine before our tongues seek parts of our mouths we have not tasted.

As we kissed, I caressed and massaged her back, occasionally taking a break to cup those cheeks that tantalized me so much. “Te gusta mis nalgas.” [You like my ass.] It was a statement, not a question. Crushing her against me, she started sliding her hips from my thighs to my stomach. Despite the special underwear, she mapped out the boundaries of my secret and broke our kiss. “I glad you didn’t wilt. Are you ready for our climax?”

This time our kiss is all lust. Glo pulls my hands off her, pushing them to the back of the couch. Her hands make a few trips up and down my torso until her fingers grab the bottom of my tee and bares my chest. Sliding back, my joggers are untied and pushed to my ankles. She looks at my underwear, at my face and then back to the underwear, intrigued.

“What are you wearing, a male chastity belt? If I did not know about the bulge I felt moments ago, I would think you were neuter.”

“Did you feel how big it is?

“Oh yeah.”

“Well, it has been almost that big since I was ten.” Pain of the memories are written on my face, so she climbs into her favorite movie position. She looks into my eyes while caressing my torso, using pressure to find the outline of my penis.

“That must have been so uncomfortable. Tell me about it. How did you figure out you were different?”

I guess this is also her favorite storytelling position, now. “I didn’t. Robbie Rivers told me.”

“Who?”

“Robbie Rivers. He did not live here long, only about half a year. He didn’t live in our neighborhood, so you probably never got to know him. I only got to know him because Mrs. Shaw assigned me to be his buddy and help the new kid get adjusted. We kind of clicked because we were both shy. After a few weeks, he got the courage to invite me over. I loved going to his house. He had so many cool toys! He said his parents bought him a lot because they moved so much for his dad’s job. He was alone a lot because he was shy and often did not have time to make new friends before they moved again.

“His mom usually left us alone to play in the basement. She was so excited Robbie made a friend. I think one of the reason’s Robbie didn’t care so much about making friends was because he found his father’s porn collection – movies, magazines and all hardcore. Once he felt he could trust me not to squeal, Robbie showed me the stash. We would turn the TV down low so we could hear if his mom came downstairs and Robbie began my sex education. I learned about tits, asses, pussies, and dicks. Yeah, we talked about them among the boys but none of us had ever seen them except for Eric, because his parent walked around the house naked sometimes. We looked at them still in the magazines and in motion on the VHS. If you did not already guess, I was fascinated by the breasts, especially if the woman had big nipples. Glo buffed her nails and tweaked her nubbins to remind me she has a shining example waiting for me.

Robbie was obsessed with the dicks. He would talk about how they were so big, and he hoped his would be that big someday. “I don’t know”, I said to him. “I think it is more of a hassle than anything else.”

“What do you mean? Look at all the women they get to screw! How is that a hassle?”

“The sex would be cool but what about the problems. Your clothes don’t fit. You have to hide it public, especially in school. You can’t wear swimming trunks.”

“What are you talking about, that never happens.” His scorn and skepticism were biting - I clearly knew nothing about big dicks. I had never seen one until he showed me one.

“Yes. It does!”

“No, it doesn’t. How would you know!” He was so offended I was trying to destroy his fantasy; I think I was about to lose access to his treasure trove of toys. But I only knew how to tell the truth. I was still learning how to lie.

“Because my dick is way bigger than those guys’ and I am miserable.”

Robbie just looked at me like I was nuts and my head dropped. He didn’t believe me and to save face, (and keep access to the toys) I needed to show him. “No way! You are only ten. My dick is only four inches. I measured it. No way your dick is bigger than those guys. They are grown-ups ... and porn guys. I heard my dad say porn guys have the biggest dicks.” If Robbie considered himself an expert on big dicks, apparently his dad was THE expert.

I looked at him. I looked around to make sure were still alone, and then I unbuckled my belt. “Don’t tell anyone I showed you. I don’t want anyone to make fun of me.” I pulled the pants and underwear down together and heard Robbie gasp and say, “You’re a freak!” He dropped back onto the couch and scattered the magazines. You remember I was short for our age until my growth spurt in high school, so even soft, my dick hung almost halfway to my knees. I fixed my clothes and plopped down on the other end of the sofa.

“Have you ever been to the doctor? Maybe there is something wrong with you?”

“No, nobody else knows but you. It grew this big over the summer. I didn’t grow but my dick sure did.”

“If I were you, I would tell my parents.” No more porn that day or after – I had ruined Robbie’s lifetime goal of a porn-sized dick. He did still invite me over to play with his toys until he moved away in the spring.

I did take Robbie’s advice. Later than night, I told and showed my parents. After he got over the shock, Dad quietly chuckled and wondered if I could spare him some. My Mom freaked out. She said I could never have kids. No woman would have me. We had to see if the doctor could find a way to shrink it. What would happen if it got bigger, she wondered?

“It did...” I ignored the comment and enjoyed the accompanying caresses.

Glo, mom made me feel like I was deformed. She found the company that makes this concealing underwear. She made me wear them and sometimes even a jock underneath it. When I played sports in high school, I never showered with the team, I always waited until I got home so no one would know about my deformity. It wasn’t until I went to college that I learned it could be a good thing, especially the sex part. There was no way to hide it in the dorm and word got around. I encountered more than a few size queens and some of the girls that took a turn called me things like “Chocolate Fantasy” and “Marathon Bar” behind my back. I never had a girlfriend because no one ever wanted to know me, they just wanted to experience my dick.

Glo tried to kiss away my sadness starting at my forehead, working her way around my face until she got to my mouth. My mood changed back to romance and lust quick.

“You are going to mama mis tetas [suck my titties] and get me nice and wet; bien mojada [very wet]. Then we are going to unwrap your dick so we can see how well we fit together. Ok, Bébé? [Baby]”

Glo lifted off her camisole and I couldn’t breathe. I stuttered out, “You are so amazing...” She straddled my waist and pulled me to her breast.

“Chupalas ... Mama las tetas. [Suck them ... Suck my titties]”

The only reasonable response was to demonstrate how much I enjoyed sucking her tits. They are perfect. Too big for her frame but not outrageous. Just enough that you had to wonder how she wasn’t always in pain carrying them around. Glo wore bras religiously, not just because her breasts were large. More, because of her succulent, always hard, chestnut-sized nipples, one of which I was lightly biting. It made her squeal a little and crush me into her bosom. I switched to sucking, causing Glo to moan. She pushed my head to her other nipple.

“Tengo dos. Esta solita. [I have two. She’s lonely.]”, she cooed to get equal treatment for both nipples. I did my best to make sure Glo and both her breasts received love and attention. I pushed her globes so I could suckle both nipples at once; Glo pushed me away and declared, “Enough!”

She hopped off to bare my legs and feet. Bent at the waist, her full breast playing hell with physics by retaining their roundness, Glo clutched the waistband of my underwear and peeled them down. My penis sprang from dress-right on my hip to a 45-degree missile pointing at Glo’s face. She finished removing the underwear, pushing my knees my knees apart. Moving forward until her nipples pressed into my inner thighs, she wrapped both hands slowly and softly, centered on my penis. First a slow downstroke that tightened the foreskin cupping the mushroom cap and bunching the skin at the root. Her face was so close to the tip, I could feel her breath on the sensitive skin below the head. In reverse until the mushroom head stopped the ascent and my balls rose. One stroke and I am already breathing heavy. The pace continues, slow up, slow down until I start to move my hips trying to increase the speed. She grips me tight and stops. I see her head lower to take me in her mouth; I sink into the cushions in ecstasy.

Glo sucks, licks, and bites the head of my dick like she made love to my lips not long ago. She keeps the tight two-handed grip on the center to control my movements – the pleasure causes my hips to buck but she holds me firm. She is determined to take her time getting to know this new friend and would not let me rush her. She moved from licking to sucking, consuming the head and more. She made it down to the top hand and was able to push the hands down to the root with her mouth. I felt the pressure of he stretched mouth, smoothed by her saliva and my pre-cum. Her tongue beat a wet and sloppy cadence on the underside as she moved her head up and down. Glo added more lubrication me during her strokes, saliva so copious it ran over her hands.

Glo released me and crushed my dick to my stomach between las tetas. I was disappointed until I realized it was a distraction to allow her to remove her lower garments. Once naked, she slid up my body, trapping my dick between her pelvis and my stomach. I fell her wet slit near the root. Glo attacked my mouth with her tongue. Her hands found mine and secured them with force to the back of the couch on either side of my head.

Glo took a breath. “You can imagine I have never had anyone like you inside me. I am going to take it slow. You just lay back and enjoy the ride. Her hips shifted. I felt her moist flesh slide up my shaft. She lifted her body and my dick followed. Once her hips were high enough and the angle was right, she squirmed to seat me at the entrance. The connection stable, Glo reversed direction. The head popped through her tight entrance and she stopped with a groan of pleasure. “That’s tight.” Circling hips and steady downward pressure gained a few more inches. I started to lift my hips and Glo lightly bit my chest and pushed down on my hands hard. I got the message. It was her show.

Her swinging breasts did not hypnotize me because they competed with her gorgeous face and rotating hips for my attention. Halfway down and I was entering heaven. Every so often, Glo would stop and rhythmically squeeze. She would let out a “Shit” or “Que rico” [So good] as the pleasure caused her to quiver. I could feel my balls begin to tighten. Glo’s upper body pressed my chest. She licked my chin and neck, making love to my flesh with suction and nibbles. Those hips and knees continued the controlled rise and descent until I felt her flesh and wetness on my balls. She took It all and reveled in it, grinding me pelvis to pelvis.

No more short, measured strokes. Glo, rose until only the head was inside, then used her hands as anchors to shove her way back to the root. Twice. A third time. I lost count and at some point, she lost her rhythm as the pleasure became too much. I felt her vagina grip me like a vise before she bit my chest hard, drove herself to the root, and released wetness that covered me from balls to pelvis. Continuous squeezes on my dick and tremors in her hips made me believe Glo was still coming as she tried to soothe my pain and lick away the toothmarks she left.

Glo stretched for my lips but could not reach while she had me deep. She flexed her knees; I pushed my head forward and our lips met. She hungrily searched my mouth with her tongue again. Wide hips began to churn, the up and down motions resumed.

“Dame. Dame mi leche, Carino. [Give it to me. Come for me, Sweetie.]

Faster and harder on each downstroke – “Dame mi leche!” [Give it to me!]

“Le voy a sacarlo ricissimo” [I am going to make you come so hard!] My hips buck uncontrollably.

“Eres mio. DAAAmelo mio!” [You are mine. GIVE me what’s mine!] Balls tightening, my legs are shaking.

Glo’s motions stutter and she continues with a shuddering uneven rhythm. “Coño, me vengo. Te puta madre, me lo sacaste otra vez. [Damn, I’m coming. You son of a whore, you made me come, again.] Glo grinded on me as the gripping rhythm on my shaft started again, more forceful than the last. My toes curled, I drove my hips upward and I released all the semen built up through this seduction. My pulses soon stopped but Glo’s hips did not. When my hips relaxed in exhaustion, he started up again, dropping down with such force my sensitive head pounded the entrance to her uterus. She seemed to like the pain. I loved it, too, but the sensations became torture and I soon begged her to stop. She returned to the soft circular strokes. She suckled my nipples, circled the outline of my pecs with her tongue, staring into my flickering eyes. I felt drained but soon I went from semi to full hard and knew we were in round two.