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My name is Julie. I am a twenty-five-year-old woman who has been in a serious, committed monogamous relationship for nearly four years. I moved in with Marc, nearly two years ago. We live in Lows Angeles and enjoy a good life together. We are both professional people, whose careers occupy much of our attention during the week. On the weekends, we really try to dedicate our attention, and our passion, to each other. Our sex life is excellent. But more importantly, we are ‘soulmates’, who share everything…well almost. We have discussed marriage, but at this point in our lives, there is no compelling reason to ‘formalize’ our relationship with a piece of paper. However, Marc and I both agree that someday, we will want to settle down with a more ‘conventional’ relationship and start a family. Until then, our current arrangement suits us perfectly. One of the things I value most about our relationship is our closeness and openness. Marc and I can share thoughts, emotions, and our histories, without fear of recrimination. And, over the years, we had shared some deeply personal thoughts and experiences. Which is why this particular story is somewhat surprising. Although we both knew the other masturbated occasionally, we had never really discussed it, or our secert fantasies during masturbatio, until a week ago.. Marc had been out of town on business all week. I picked him up at LAX around 6:50 p.m., on Friday evening. We went directly from the airport to dinner. We dined at a lovely seafood restaurant close to where we live. Since it was the end of the work week, and neither of us had to work tomorrow, we wanted to unwind. We had a couple of cocktails, before sharing a bottle of chardonnay while enjoying a dinner of Caesar salad, steamed clams, grilled mahi mahi, and key lime pie. Since we were only a few blocks from our condo, and could easily walk home from the restaurant, we drank more than we normally would. We walked home around 10:30 p.m, leaving our BMW in the parking lot adjacent to the restaurant..The combination of a week of sexual abstinence caused by Marc’s business trip, the relief at the end of a stressful work week, the alcohol, and quite possibly, my time of month, all served to make me a bit more amorous than usual. I led Marc to a large, comfortable chair in our living room and bade him to sit down, and sat on his lap. Looking deep into his eyes, I held his face and kissed him. Immediately, I felt his penis throb against my bottom as he opened his mouth to accept my tongue. His penis was continuing to pulse against my ass as I kissed. I loved the way his penis reacted to me. I was in love, and in heat, a wonderful combination. I took his hand and raised it to my breast. He felt me through the silky material of the pale yellow sun dress and the sheer material of my bra. We continued to neck, as he gently teased my nipple through the material. I could feel my pussy growing wetter in anticipation. I could feel my pulse in my erect clitoris. And every pulse of his penis against my bottom sent a twinge through my loins directly to my pussy. I stood up for a moment. I reached behind me and unzipped the pale-yellow dress and let it fall to the floor. I stood there in my matching yellow bra and bikini set, posing for a moment. “Julie, you truly are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” “I hope you will always feel that way.” I reached between my breasts and unclasped the hook holding my 34B bra cups together, but I did not remove the bra. It hung loosely, still covering my very erect nipples. As I climbed back on Marc’s lap, this time I sat astride his legs, my legs around him. As I did so, Marc adjusted his erection upward, allowing it to rest against his abdomen, forming a large cylindrical lump in his pants. I stared into his eyes as he reached up and opened the cups of my bra, exposing my breasts. I slid the straps off my shoulders, allowing the bra to fall to the floor behind me. I was now wearing only my pale-yellow bikini panties. Sitting astride him, my bare breasts exposed istanbul travesti to his glance and his touch, I took his face in my hands, lifting it up, and resumed kissing him with all the passion I had. I sucked his tongue into my mouth. Marc cupped both of my breasts in his hands as our tongues danced from his mouth to my mouth, and then back again. I humped forward, pressing my crotch into his erection, grinding my erect clit into his rigid cock. I could feel my slippery wetness leaking from me, soaking the gusset of my panties. As I pressed against him, he humped back into me, and as he gently teased my nipples. He broke off the kiss, and then, leaning forward, took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently, causing me to moan out loud as I held his head to my breast. I was in absolute ecstasy. I did not ever want him to stop sucking my breasts. I continued to grind our crotches together, humping both of us into a frenzy of arousal. I felt very, very sexy sitting astride the man who I loved. We necked for several minutes, panting into each other’s mouth, exploring each other’s bodies. “Marc, let’s go to my bedroom.” I returned for one last tongue probing kiss before arising from his lap. I took him by the hand and began to lead him to the bedroom we shared. My breasts swayed gently as I walked. I felt unusually sexy and affectionate that particular evening. I sat on the edge of the bed, wearing only my panties, my bare breasts in view. I bade Marc to stand in front of me as I unbuckled his belt, undid his fly and lowered his pants and boxers, allowing his massively erect penis to spring into view. Marc stepped out of his pants and boxers and began removing his shirt. He had a marvelous body, tight but muscular chest and arms; powerful, athletic legs; tight, flat stomach; and a long, thick, very rigid erection waving in front of my face. He was my Adonis. “Damn you are very sexy,” I said as I ran my hands up his chest, stopping to play with his nipples as I leaned forward and took the head of his penis into my mouth. I stopped just long enough to add, “Very sexy indeed.” His penis arched upward each time I licked the head with my tongue. He moaned loudly as I took the glans into my mouth, wrapping my lips just below the pronounced ridge of its head. I sucked and licked the large bulbous head for several seconds. I loved the salty, slightly bitter trace leakage from his penis as it arched up in response to my tongue and lips. I then pulled his erection from my lips and studied it. I stroked him up and down with my fist as I examined this magnificent example of manhood. As I stroked him, the tiny hole at the tip of his penis seemed to open and close slightly. This always intrigued me. I inserted the tip of my tongue into the small slit opening at the tip of his penis. Marc shuddered and his knees seemed to buckle slightly. His hands came up to the sides of my head and he moaned loudly, letting me know how much he liked that. I stood up and coyly asked, “Marc, would you like the honor of removing my panties?” I assumed my most provocative pose, my erect nipples pointing upward, and my hand on my hips waiting for his response. Rather than answer, he simply knelt in front of where I was standing, with his fine erection waving at the ceiling in front of him, and he began to pull my panties down, kissing my breasts as he did so. Marc, still kneeling in front of me, placed his right hand on my inner thigh and looked up at me. I understood what he wanted me to do. I spread my legs slightly, allowing his hand to move up my inner thigh. I closed my eyes and listened to my own labored breathing as I felt his fingers slowly trace their path up my inner thigh to my very wet pussy. The teasing slow manner in which he moved his fingers towards their goal had me rocking my hips ever so slightly in anticipation of his touch. His fingers slowly opened the wet outer folds of my labia to reveal my excitement.He ran his fingers up and down my slit, paying particular attention to travesti istanbul my now erect and sensitive clitoris causing me to gasp loudly. I stood there, biting my lower lip. I would make a slight moan involuntarily every time his fingers contacted my clitoris. “You are very wet, Julie.” “I’ve been wet all day thinking about you, thinking about you coming home tonight. I really missed you,” I confessed. He said, “It shows…I am very flattered,” as he started to slide his fingers inside of me. I stood with my legs apart, squatting slightly to open myself up to allow Marc to touch me intimately. I reached out and balanced myself by placing each of my hands on his shoulders as his fingertips found my wet opening and entered me. He quickly had one, then two fingers inside me. My lubrication was literally flowing out of me now, coating my inner thighs, making them slippery. I was open and ready. He curled his two fingers back towards himself, deep inside me, massaging the front wall of my vagina, deep inside me at my g-spot. I was responding just as he knew I would. I found myself squatting deeper and opening my legs wider. I could feel my first orgasm starting to build. “Marc, you’re going to make me cum… I can’t hold out much longer.” I was rocking my hips in a synchronized motion to the internal massage Marc was giving my vagina, continuing to steady myself by holding on to his massive shoulders, balancing myself as I squatted deeper and deeper. I wanted his fingers to reach inside me as deep as they could. As my arousal grew, my movements became more pronounced. I was humping against his invading fingers with a violent rocking of my hips. “Oh, fuck…I’m going to cum…just like that, just like that…don’t stop…oh fuck,” I cried out as a series of convulsions shook my entire body. My breasts were heaving as I struggled to maintain my balance as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed through me. “Thank you. I needed that. You have no idea how badly I needed that. I have been crawling the walls all week…I don’t know why…but I have been really missing you,” I panted as his fingers exited my vagina. I reached my hand out to him and guided him to stand. I felt such an outpouring of love and affection for him at that moment. “I think you need to fuck me now.” Marc guided me to the bed where he laid on his back. He motioned for me to climb on top of him and straddle his hips. With my knees on either side of his torso, I reached down and grasped the shaft of his erection, pointing the head of his magnificent cock at the opening of my vagina as I positioned myself over it. I rubbed the glans over my erect clit before separating the lips of my labia with it. Having already had my first orgasm, my urgency was somewhat abated. Marc, on the other hand, urgently needed his release. He arched his hips upward instinctively trying to hurry me along. I pulled back away, leaving him humping at the air, teasing him with the prize he coveted: my pussy. “Patience, my good man. Patience,” I teased. Again, holding the head of his erection at my opening momentarily, I slowly lowered myself down on him, putting an inch or two inside me. “Oh god, you feel so big and thick.” Marc always responded to me telling him how big he was, and how he was stretching my tight little pussy to its limits; even if we both knew that my vagina was capable of accommodating his erection. I guess all men like being told how they are stretching the pussy to its limits, huh? I raised myself up, pulling him nearly out of me, and then lowered myself down again, a bit further this time, taking more of him inside me. In this position, after allowing him to penetrate me with the first four or five inches, or so, the head of his cock was rubbing the front inside wall of my pussy, stimulating my g-spot. I sat straight up to place even more pressure on my front wall. This pressure on my g-spot was very intense and pleasurable. I slowly began to rock back and forth on Marc’s rigid tool, pressing the head against my g-spot and simultaneously istanbul travestileri grinding my clitoris on his rigid shaft. I moved up and down, raising myself nearly off the massive cock inside me, and then plunging down on it, driving the large head deep inside my vagina. As our pace quickened, Marc pulled me forward, and held me tight. He began thrusting up inside me to drive himself deeper inside my pussy with each stroke, banging hard against my cervix. I began moaning through my panting breaths. As my excitement began to build, I began to keep Marc’s boner inside me and slide myself back and forth, grinding the head into the front of my vagina as he pounded in and out of me, pressing the large plum shaped head into my cervix. I could feel a powerful climax starting to build in my core. If Marc could hold out a few moments longer, I was going to cum again..“Oh, fuck, you are going to get me again. I am getting so close. Oh god, just like that…fuck me…just like that,” I hissed. I leaned further forward and began kissing my lover, sucking his tongue into my mouth, moaning loudly into his mouth as my hips began bucking wildly. I quickly crossed that magic line that triggered another series of waves crashing through my core. Marc then pushed me back, into a seated position. In this position, our bodies were perpendicular to each other. In this position his erection was pressed firmly into the front wall of my uterus, stimulating my g-spot. That was all it took to trigger my orgasm. “Oh God, Marc, fuck me. don’t stop. You’re gonna get me off again,” I screamed. Marc continued to thrust his hips up, banging into me with all his might as I started my second series of orgasmic waves. I was in ecstasy riding my lover. I felt like a bronco rider, straddling my lover as he bucked his hips against me, driving me into the air slightly with each thrust. Then without warning, Marc flipped me over on my back without disengaging from me. Without ever leaving my open vagina, Marc was on top of me. In this position, he was punishing my pussy with deep, violent thrusts as I continued to cum. He was literally slapping himself balls deep into me with each brutal thrust. We were well past the point of gentle love making; we were fucking like wild animals. I knew he was preparing to erupt as well. I was being fucked violently and powerfully. Marc was driving my ass into the mattress, and my head into the head board with each punishing stroke. I had to reach up behind me with both arms to brace myself against the head board to keep from banging my head with each powerful thrust. I was literally yelling loud screams of pleasure each time he pounded into me, it sent an orgasmic wave crashing through my core. I wrapped my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass, wanting to accept him as deep as I could. Marc’s entire body then became rigid with a final deep thrust, and I could feel his penis throbbing deep inside me. His hands were on my hips holding me in place to accept his ejaculating penis as it pumped its seed. I enjoyed the fact he was cumming inside me. He collapsed into a heaving pile of sweat and emotion on top of me. My legs around him, holding him in place, not wanting to allow him to escape from my very dilated pussy too quickly. I caressed his head as he lay panting on top of me. We were both completely satisfied, sated beyond belief. “Marc, that was wonderful. I love you so much.” With his cock still inside me, he looked deep into my eyes. “I love you too, Julie. I really do.” I squeezed his still erect penis with my vagina. And we lay there coupled together for several minutes, trying to recover out senses and our breath. I did not want to disengage; I wanted to savor this moment as long as I could. I wanted to feel him inside me as we rested. I loved the feeling of clutching at Marc’s erection inside me after I achieved an orgasm. There is nothing quite so wonderful as feeling a penis continue to pulse deep inside you as you cuddle in post-coital bliss. After two or three minutes of lying motionless, still coupled together, he said, “you really did need a good fucking, didn’t you?” “I guess I did…I’m not sure why, but I’ve been climbing the walls all weekend. If you were going to be gone another week, I might have to seduce the grocery boy,” I joked.