Gloria and The Tgurl Torturer
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I awoke next to hubby alone in our bed—a rare occurrence lately . He was laying there, naked, totally uncovered, so calm, so beautiful. He manliness was perfect, like a piece of art in chiseled perfection. His flaccid limb lay across his leg, with those thick purple veins encompassing that manly flesh. His heavy pouch hanging down resting on the mattress. I enjoyed taking in this lovely sight while he peaceful slept beside me. I knew that at the slightest touch from my fingertips, it would react with manly pride for me, but for now I just wanted to gape at that wonder.
As I feasted my eyes on his magnificence, I start to think about all the joy he has brought me. The pleasure that beautiful piece of flesh has given me. I thought also about the pleasure the other woman, my dear friends, have indulged in with it over the last couple of weeks. How my little sister, Anna, had absolutely worshiped it during that time—but now she had returned to her own place. Although, I thoroughly enjoyed sharing him with the others, it was nice to have him all to myself once again. As I sat up in bed reliving these beautiful memories in my mind, and my body still feeling the fulfillment of the night before, I suddenly realized I was petting and stroking my furry mound. I caught myself just in time before getting too worked up. I was so caught up in the rapture of moment that I let out a deep, beautiful sigh, which, luckily, did not wake hubby. I let my eyes drink in his perfection for a bit longer. Finally, I pulled the cover up over his legs and thighs, leaving only the head of the penis exposed. Lovingly, as if it were a c***d, I tucked it in. It looked almost as if it were smiling back at me in silent gratitude for my attentiveness. I went to get myself a cup of coffee with that image of loveliness etched in my mind.
In the kitchen, I could not escape from that vision or the blessed thoughts that surrounded it. It was so warm and serene feeling, inhaling the coffee’s steam and aroma while dwelling on the sensual memories I had recently experienced with hubby. Soon, I could not take it any more and headed back to the bedroom.
Hubby had not moved. The head of his love wand was still peeking out from the cover were I had left it. I gently and quietly sat down on the bed trying not to disturb him. I carefully pulled down the covers to expose him fully once again. The stillness of the morning, contrasted all the commotion of the last few weeks, was invigorating. With two hands around my coffee mug, I held it against my lips, up under my nose, and let the warmth of its contents send a shiver through my body. After a while, the sight of his bare manliness was too much for me and I had to touch him.
With the tips of my index and middle fingers, I ever so gently caressed his velvety frenum. His organ responded immediately. I continued caressing the underside of his shaft with my fingertips, watching the thick veins swell up, and the purple head enlarge. It was an amazing feeling sitting and seeing what my gentle touch could do. I could feel the organ pulsate as it steadily grew, raising itself to meet my soft caresses. It was stiffening and rising with each gentle stroke. I put my coffee cup down on the night stand. The fingers of my other hand going instinctively to my love mound. Oh, what delight! To touch hubby’s swelling love muscle and feel my little button growing too. Almost every morning, hubby’s awakes with a hard-on, which made this morning very special since I got the privilege of arousing him.
Hubby and I had been very busy getting back to work, and the normality of our daily routines had left us rather tired, so we had not had any sex in while—the last five nights, a very long stretch for us. So last night hubby was really horny. He gave me a thorough going over. He started by spreading my legs wide apart and devouring my sex-starved hole. Since I had not had sex in so long, when he focused his tongue on my hot little love button, he easily brought me to a climax. He was rock hard now. Turning me around and getting me up on my knees he took me forcefully from behind. Normally, he lavishes the sweetest delicate attention on the object of his love, but tonight he was rough, taking my body how he wanted it, and I let him have it just as he wanted. He jammed himself so deep inside from behind I thought I would split. He was ramming me real good with his super-hard cock, kneading my swing boobs. His balls were slapping against me. Then he slipped his hand down and worked my throbbing clit. I could not take it; I burst into another orgasm with him buried deep inside me. He pulled out and lay me down on my back. I had not yet fully recovered from the convulsions of my last orgasm when he impaled me—and I do mean impaled, because he thrust his rod mercilessly to the hilt. Oh God, it felt so, so good; I was his for the taking. Pushing my knees up, back toward my chest he gave me a good pummeling. His stiff rod deep inside me, I took his every thrust with rapture. His torso was working my little knob pretty good, so it was not long before I exploded into yet another orgasm. Hubby did not let up despite my pleas to stop; he kept at me relentlessly. I came again and again and again. Oh, it was such heaven! He totally ravaged my body. My body was his to do what he liked with. I hardly knew which way to turn as I writhed in pleasure back and forth, or where one orgasm ended and the next started. Such complete and utter bliss I experienced!
He pulled out of me, with a groan, and rocketed his first shot right up into my face. I quickly grabbed his wet pumping pole to help him. He moaned again and I heard a couple of splats against the wall behind me, then a couple of more against the headboard of the bed. Then came a couple of dull thuds as his heavy cream landed on the bed next to my head. I felt the last of his cum land on my stomach. He rolled over exhausted and we both fell into a deep sleep.
So you can imagine my joy at slowly arousing him this morning. His stiffening cock responding to every loving caress of my fingertips, and my other hand pressuring the area right above my aching, little pleasure button of sweet delight. The beautiful, enlarged head of his erect shaft was now swollen in a majestic purple. He sighed the softest, sweetest moan imaginable in his sleep. I could still feel how that magnificent shape felt inside last night, and was dying to get it back inside me. Just looking at his swollen, stiff member made me wet with anticipation. It took all the self-restraint I could muster not to plunge my fingers inside my burning slit. His penis head was so soft and delicate; he was fully erect now. A magnificent tower of delight ready to satisfy my insatiable lust. My God, to see his pride in all its glory was a sight beyond description.
He rolled over on top of me. I half feared he was going to throttle me like he did last night. ‘Be gentle,’ I pleaded, ‘I still haven’t fully recovered from last night.’ Whether he headed my plea or not, this morning was going to be completely different. If last night was full speed ahead, this morning was going to be easy as it goes.
He ever so softly rubbed his swollen shaft on my begging little pleasure knob. I let out the sweetest sigh of total enrapturement possible. He kept at this for a while, then ever so slowly and gently, he started to penetrate me, but only with the very tip of totally stiff member. Then he stopped. I did not know whether I wanted him to thrust with full force deep in me or slowly give me every glorious inch of his pleasure pole, but stopping there was tortuous indeed. I could feel my love juice flow. He withdrew slowly. ‘No, no,’ I begged. Just remaining it contact with my burning body, he stopped, then gave me only the tip of sweetness again. I realized now he was going to tease into pure pleasure. As he started to withdrew again, I cried ‘No, no, please don’t’. He was not going to listen to me, however, he was going to do just as he pleased and make me beg for him. He knew my needs better than I did. This morning, he was going to be as gentle and teasing as he had been rough and ruthless last night.
It was almost agonizing, enduring the slow persistency which he enter me again. I felt almost like a virgin as his enlarged member sliding blissfully inside me, parting my love tunnel as he probed me. He gave me little more than a quarter of his shaft, stopped, and then withdrew again. ‘Please, please, no’ I begged. I started to reach for my clit to rub it, but he quickly grabbed both my wrists and pinned me down. Now I was completely in his power; mind you, I had no objections! My body was aching for his whole shaft to be buried deep inside me. Slowly, he penetrated me again giving me maybe a third of his stiffness this time; God, this was such sweet torture. I squirmed trying to get my hands free or at least rub my clit against his body. He would have none of that. My body was his temple, and he planned on worshiping it in full reverence. I wrapped my legs around his, as this was about all I could do. Again, again, he slipped in and out my greedy cavern. Each time a little deeper than before. His thick swollen tower of love opening my tight womanhood a little more with each entrance. My clit was absolutely screaming by now, but he was not going to give it any attention. I knew he wanted to give me the deepest, delightful vaginal orgasm imaginable. My cunt was absolutely on fire. This was paradise I thought as I cried out ‘My sweet torturer of pure delight, oh how I love you.’ He just kept at me with same deliberate, slow persistency as he had started with. He treats my body like a holy shrine I thought as he kept up in unending slow persistence.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he gave me the full length of his marvelous manhood. Even after the pounding he gave me last night, my pussy felt that it was being stretched open in sweetest pleasure possible. He felt larger than ever. I felt like he was taking my breath away. With my legs locked around him, and his stiff limb filling me perfectly, I felt my orgasm coming on. It hit me like a tidal wave. ‘YYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSS!’ I screamed in ecstasy. My body thrashing about in frenzied pleasure, pinned down with my legs locked around him. I felt my love juice just shot out of me. It was one of the most intense climaxes I have ever experienced. I opened my eyes to see hubby staring deep into my eyes with such a look of love and pure satisfaction. I also knew he had held back wanting me to experience his orgasm, just as he had experienced mine.
As I came down, he thrust himself completely into me. I tried to squeeze my sensitive pussy as tight as I could around his perfection. He pumped me with a grunt. I felt his penis swell inside me as he ejaculate deep, deep inside me. He released my wrist, and I immediately grabbed his buttocks to force him as deep inside me as I could, feeling his cock swell ever time he shot his hot semen into my hungry pleasure hole. It was perfect perfection, holding onto his ass as he filled my love temple with his offering. He and I were once again totally exhausted when he finished. I was super sensitive now and he was still deep in me and his tower still standing tall. With my body quivering, I held hubby in my arms just stroking him.
Sunday morning was never so sweet.
As I feasted my eyes on his magnificence, I start to think about all the joy he has brought me. The pleasure that beautiful piece of flesh has given me. I thought also about the pleasure the other woman, my dear friends, have indulged in with it over the last couple of weeks. How my little sister, Anna, had absolutely worshiped it during that time—but now she had returned to her own place. Although, I thoroughly enjoyed sharing him with the others, it was nice to have him all to myself once again. As I sat up in bed reliving these beautiful memories in my mind, and my body still feeling the fulfillment of the night before, I suddenly realized I was petting and stroking my furry mound. I caught myself just in time before getting too worked up. I was so caught up in the rapture of moment that I let out a deep, beautiful sigh, which, luckily, did not wake hubby. I let my eyes drink in his perfection for a bit longer. Finally, I pulled the cover up over his legs and thighs, leaving only the head of the penis exposed. Lovingly, as if it were a c***d, I tucked it in. It looked almost as if it were smiling back at me in silent gratitude for my attentiveness. I went to get myself a cup of coffee with that image of loveliness etched in my mind.
In the kitchen, I could not escape from that vision or the blessed thoughts that surrounded it. It was so warm and serene feeling, inhaling the coffee’s steam and aroma while dwelling on the sensual memories I had recently experienced with hubby. Soon, I could not take it any more and headed back to the bedroom.
Hubby had not moved. The head of his love wand was still peeking out from the cover were I had left it. I gently and quietly sat down on the bed trying not to disturb him. I carefully pulled down the covers to expose him fully once again. The stillness of the morning, contrasted all the commotion of the last few weeks, was invigorating. With two hands around my coffee mug, I held it against my lips, up under my nose, and let the warmth of its contents send a shiver through my body. After a while, the sight of his bare manliness was too much for me and I had to touch him.
With the tips of my index and middle fingers, I ever so gently caressed his velvety frenum. His organ responded immediately. I continued caressing the underside of his shaft with my fingertips, watching the thick veins swell up, and the purple head enlarge. It was an amazing feeling sitting and seeing what my gentle touch could do. I could feel the organ pulsate as it steadily grew, raising itself to meet my soft caresses. It was stiffening and rising with each gentle stroke. I put my coffee cup down on the night stand. The fingers of my other hand going instinctively to my love mound. Oh, what delight! To touch hubby’s swelling love muscle and feel my little button growing too. Almost every morning, hubby’s awakes with a hard-on, which made this morning very special since I got the privilege of arousing him.
Hubby and I had been very busy getting back to work, and the normality of our daily routines had left us rather tired, so we had not had any sex in while—the last five nights, a very long stretch for us. So last night hubby was really horny. He gave me a thorough going over. He started by spreading my legs wide apart and devouring my sex-starved hole. Since I had not had sex in so long, when he focused his tongue on my hot little love button, he easily brought me to a climax. He was rock hard now. Turning me around and getting me up on my knees he took me forcefully from behind. Normally, he lavishes the sweetest delicate attention on the object of his love, but tonight he was rough, taking my body how he wanted it, and I let him have it just as he wanted. He jammed himself so deep inside from behind I thought I would split. He was ramming me real good with his super-hard cock, kneading my swing boobs. His balls were slapping against me. Then he slipped his hand down and worked my throbbing clit. I could not take it; I burst into another orgasm with him buried deep inside me. He pulled out and lay me down on my back. I had not yet fully recovered from the convulsions of my last orgasm when he impaled me—and I do mean impaled, because he thrust his rod mercilessly to the hilt. Oh God, it felt so, so good; I was his for the taking. Pushing my knees up, back toward my chest he gave me a good pummeling. His stiff rod deep inside me, I took his every thrust with rapture. His torso was working my little knob pretty good, so it was not long before I exploded into yet another orgasm. Hubby did not let up despite my pleas to stop; he kept at me relentlessly. I came again and again and again. Oh, it was such heaven! He totally ravaged my body. My body was his to do what he liked with. I hardly knew which way to turn as I writhed in pleasure back and forth, or where one orgasm ended and the next started. Such complete and utter bliss I experienced!
He pulled out of me, with a groan, and rocketed his first shot right up into my face. I quickly grabbed his wet pumping pole to help him. He moaned again and I heard a couple of splats against the wall behind me, then a couple of more against the headboard of the bed. Then came a couple of dull thuds as his heavy cream landed on the bed next to my head. I felt the last of his cum land on my stomach. He rolled over exhausted and we both fell into a deep sleep.
So you can imagine my joy at slowly arousing him this morning. His stiffening cock responding to every loving caress of my fingertips, and my other hand pressuring the area right above my aching, little pleasure button of sweet delight. The beautiful, enlarged head of his erect shaft was now swollen in a majestic purple. He sighed the softest, sweetest moan imaginable in his sleep. I could still feel how that magnificent shape felt inside last night, and was dying to get it back inside me. Just looking at his swollen, stiff member made me wet with anticipation. It took all the self-restraint I could muster not to plunge my fingers inside my burning slit. His penis head was so soft and delicate; he was fully erect now. A magnificent tower of delight ready to satisfy my insatiable lust. My God, to see his pride in all its glory was a sight beyond description.
He rolled over on top of me. I half feared he was going to throttle me like he did last night. ‘Be gentle,’ I pleaded, ‘I still haven’t fully recovered from last night.’ Whether he headed my plea or not, this morning was going to be completely different. If last night was full speed ahead, this morning was going to be easy as it goes.
He ever so softly rubbed his swollen shaft on my begging little pleasure knob. I let out the sweetest sigh of total enrapturement possible. He kept at this for a while, then ever so slowly and gently, he started to penetrate me, but only with the very tip of totally stiff member. Then he stopped. I did not know whether I wanted him to thrust with full force deep in me or slowly give me every glorious inch of his pleasure pole, but stopping there was tortuous indeed. I could feel my love juice flow. He withdrew slowly. ‘No, no,’ I begged. Just remaining it contact with my burning body, he stopped, then gave me only the tip of sweetness again. I realized now he was going to tease into pure pleasure. As he started to withdrew again, I cried ‘No, no, please don’t’. He was not going to listen to me, however, he was going to do just as he pleased and make me beg for him. He knew my needs better than I did. This morning, he was going to be as gentle and teasing as he had been rough and ruthless last night.
It was almost agonizing, enduring the slow persistency which he enter me again. I felt almost like a virgin as his enlarged member sliding blissfully inside me, parting my love tunnel as he probed me. He gave me little more than a quarter of his shaft, stopped, and then withdrew again. ‘Please, please, no’ I begged. I started to reach for my clit to rub it, but he quickly grabbed both my wrists and pinned me down. Now I was completely in his power; mind you, I had no objections! My body was aching for his whole shaft to be buried deep inside me. Slowly, he penetrated me again giving me maybe a third of his stiffness this time; God, this was such sweet torture. I squirmed trying to get my hands free or at least rub my clit against his body. He would have none of that. My body was his temple, and he planned on worshiping it in full reverence. I wrapped my legs around his, as this was about all I could do. Again, again, he slipped in and out my greedy cavern. Each time a little deeper than before. His thick swollen tower of love opening my tight womanhood a little more with each entrance. My clit was absolutely screaming by now, but he was not going to give it any attention. I knew he wanted to give me the deepest, delightful vaginal orgasm imaginable. My cunt was absolutely on fire. This was paradise I thought as I cried out ‘My sweet torturer of pure delight, oh how I love you.’ He just kept at me with same deliberate, slow persistency as he had started with. He treats my body like a holy shrine I thought as he kept up in unending slow persistence.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he gave me the full length of his marvelous manhood. Even after the pounding he gave me last night, my pussy felt that it was being stretched open in sweetest pleasure possible. He felt larger than ever. I felt like he was taking my breath away. With my legs locked around him, and his stiff limb filling me perfectly, I felt my orgasm coming on. It hit me like a tidal wave. ‘YYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSS!’ I screamed in ecstasy. My body thrashing about in frenzied pleasure, pinned down with my legs locked around him. I felt my love juice just shot out of me. It was one of the most intense climaxes I have ever experienced. I opened my eyes to see hubby staring deep into my eyes with such a look of love and pure satisfaction. I also knew he had held back wanting me to experience his orgasm, just as he had experienced mine.
As I came down, he thrust himself completely into me. I tried to squeeze my sensitive pussy as tight as I could around his perfection. He pumped me with a grunt. I felt his penis swell inside me as he ejaculate deep, deep inside me. He released my wrist, and I immediately grabbed his buttocks to force him as deep inside me as I could, feeling his cock swell ever time he shot his hot semen into my hungry pleasure hole. It was perfect perfection, holding onto his ass as he filled my love temple with his offering. He and I were once again totally exhausted when he finished. I was super sensitive now and he was still deep in me and his tower still standing tall. With my body quivering, I held hubby in my arms just stroking him.
Sunday morning was never so sweet.
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