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After Dr. Maeuse and I collaborated the last couple of weeks on our just-completed Teacher story:
http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?threadid=141534
we got the idea for an erotic story where two or more writers correspond with each other in private. They would all try to top each other with how hot their erotic stories are, getting each other so turned on that they'd have to do something about it with their respective real-life partners. Then they would tell each other about their REAL sex lives, and try to top each other that way as well.
So I thought I'd get the party rolling with how my real-life man and I spent Super Bowl Sunday, and Dr. Mabeuse or anyone else could jump in with snippets of erotic stories and with their REAL sex lives as well.
How I Spent Super-Bowl Sunday
Hi, Dr. Mabeuse,
I have been so constantly turned-on lately reading your writings, and responding to them with my own writings, in our collaboration on the Teacher story. So I thought you and others on Literotica would like to read how my past two weeks of constant horniness came to a head on Super-Bowl Sunday.
Neither of us are particularly interested in sports (he calls me his favorite indoor sport), so Super Bowl Sunday meant little to us.
My husband's company had a business meeting scheduled for that Monday, the day after the Super Bowl. The meeting site was about 150 miles from our home. That office was close to where my 92-year-old father lives, so we called up and asked my dad if we could visit him on Sunday. It turned out that my sister and my brother-in-law, who live close to my dad, were planning to spend Sunday helping dad repair the front deck of his house. The 40-year-old wood deck was rotting, and a section of it had collapsed.
My husband and my brother-in-law spent the whole day Sunday sawing boards to size, hammering them in place, and painting them. To show his appreciation, my dad treated us all to dinner at a local buffet restaurant.
After dinner, my husband and I checked into our motel, to get a good night's sleep for my husband's business meeting the next day.
I kissed my husband and whispered, "I know my dad thanked you for your help, by treating us to dinner. But now I want to thank you for helping dad, in my OWN way. I promise, my way is much, MUCH better!" I disappered into the bathroom and locked the door.
I emerged from the bathroom wearing my black-and-white French Maid outfit, complete with white apron, black stockings, black garters, and lacy black opera gloves. My loving husband bought me this outfit from Frederick's of Hollywood (see the catalog photo that shows a model in a similar outfit) just to help me feel sexy and desirable when I was going through a down period:
http://www.geocities.com/latina_tales/frenchmaid.jpg
Much to my surprise, when I emerged from the bathroom, my man was wearing only a pair of skimpy men's silk bikini underwear, decorated like it was made from a piece of an American flag. His cock was peeking out above the waistband.
"I see you're saluting the flag!" I teased, licking my lips at the tasty sight of him.
He hugged mne and kissed me, and walked me over to the motel-room bed. He lay me down on my back and began kissing the side of my neck, then the front of my throat, then down into my cleavage and down to my navel. He then turned himself around, and began slowly kissing my toes, my ankles, and my legs through my sheer black stockings. He worked his way up to my maid apron, lifted it, and kissed my bare inner thighs and the front of my skimpy black panties. His American-flag underwear was right in front of my face, so I kissed the flag, then playfully pulled his underwear down just enough o fully expose his cock, and kissed and licked his bare, hard cock, as he pushed my panties aside and began gently licking at my pussy lips.
He stood up and lay facing me again. I took advantage of his standing to lustfully tug his skimpy underwear all the way down to his ankles, and he gingerly stepped out of them and kicked them across the room before climbing back up into the bed and into my wide-open, loving arms. He kissed my mouth, giving me a slight taste of my own pussy. He kissed his way down my torso, removed the top of my French Maid outfit, and took his time kissing, licking, and nibbling at my nipples until they were rock-hard. He kissed his way down my tummy, back to my skimpy black panties. I raised my legs straight up, and his hands and mine slowly skimmed my panties off me, up my raised legs, over my stockinged feet. I set my legs back down on the bed and spread them wide apart. He wrestled my skirt off of me but left my white apron on me. Then he resumed licking at the outside and inside of my hungry pussy. Having my apron and stockings still on gave our whole lovemaking such a delicious and dirty sense of extreme urgency. His tongue glided over my G-spot, then back outward across my throbbing clit.
He sucked my clit up past his lips and tenderly sucked on it, then let his teeth softly nibble at me. I thrust my pelvis high up into his face, and bucking and moaning, I drenched his sweet face with a flood of my warm pussy juices. He licked my clit, gently at first, then faster and harder, until I came again, all over his VERY talented swirling tongue.
"I need you in me," I moaned, reaching for his cock with my black lace opera gloves. He told me that he liked the feel of his cock against my lacy gloves, and so did I, but his cock flesh against my exposed fingertips felt even better! I then gently began stroking and pumping him in my fist, against my skin and the lace of my gloves. Again, leaving my gloves on gave this moment such a sense of urgency, that we needed and wanted each other far too much, far too desperately now, to waste time removing clothing first. As I lovingly and hungrily played with his cock, amid his loud moans, he did take my not-so-subtle hint, and he let me guide him to my wide-open, dripping-wet pussy now.
"Stuff me all full of hard cock," I moaned. He effortlessly slid into my well-lubricated slit, and began slowly, lazily sliding in and out of me. As my moans of pleasure grew louder, his thrusts grew faster and harder. His cock glided over my throbbing clit and spoongy G-spot withy each in and out stroke. When he would slip all the way in, he would pause, and push in just a little bit extra, before pulling out. Each time he gave that extra little thrust, I would shake and moan uncontrollably.
"Oh, you've GOT me!" I moaned. "You've GOT me!" with that, I thrust my bare ass high up off the bed, and soaked his cock with my steaming love juices.
"Come!" I moaned. "Fill me up with you sweet love juice! Flood me with your man juice! Mmmmmmm!"
I wrapped my glove-encased arms around his neck and my stocking-clad legs around his waist, resting my feet on his muscular ass and pushing him down even deeper into me.
I squeezed my pussy muscles tight, pulling his throbbing hrdness even deeper into me, until his balls were slamming hard up against my pussy lips. When he was as deep into me as he could possibly go, his cock throbbed and pulsed mightily, and he emptied about a gallon of his hot love juice deep inside my inner walls.
"Thank you for helping my dad fix his house today," I smiled.
"You DO have a better way to thank me, than your dad does," he smiled back, kissing me, with his still-throbbing cock still buried deep inside of me. "But then again, I wouldn't WANT this kind of thank you from your dad!" At that remark, we both burst out laughing, just a short, staccato burst of laughter.
"I love you," we both whispered tenderly to each other, as continued to lie coupled together at the mouth and at the genitals.
OK, now I've told you how the excitement of our collaborating on our Teacher story affected my REAL love life on Super Bowl Sunday. Now I'd like to hear from Dr. Mabeuse or any other Literotican, with all the juicy details of a recent real-life sexual romp of your own.
So who is brave enough to post a real-life sexual escapade to match mine above?
-- Latina
http://www.literotica.com/forum/showthread.php?threadid=141534
we got the idea for an erotic story where two or more writers correspond with each other in private. They would all try to top each other with how hot their erotic stories are, getting each other so turned on that they'd have to do something about it with their respective real-life partners. Then they would tell each other about their REAL sex lives, and try to top each other that way as well.
So I thought I'd get the party rolling with how my real-life man and I spent Super Bowl Sunday, and Dr. Mabeuse or anyone else could jump in with snippets of erotic stories and with their REAL sex lives as well.
How I Spent Super-Bowl Sunday
Hi, Dr. Mabeuse,
I have been so constantly turned-on lately reading your writings, and responding to them with my own writings, in our collaboration on the Teacher story. So I thought you and others on Literotica would like to read how my past two weeks of constant horniness came to a head on Super-Bowl Sunday.
Neither of us are particularly interested in sports (he calls me his favorite indoor sport), so Super Bowl Sunday meant little to us.
My husband's company had a business meeting scheduled for that Monday, the day after the Super Bowl. The meeting site was about 150 miles from our home. That office was close to where my 92-year-old father lives, so we called up and asked my dad if we could visit him on Sunday. It turned out that my sister and my brother-in-law, who live close to my dad, were planning to spend Sunday helping dad repair the front deck of his house. The 40-year-old wood deck was rotting, and a section of it had collapsed.
My husband and my brother-in-law spent the whole day Sunday sawing boards to size, hammering them in place, and painting them. To show his appreciation, my dad treated us all to dinner at a local buffet restaurant.
After dinner, my husband and I checked into our motel, to get a good night's sleep for my husband's business meeting the next day.
I kissed my husband and whispered, "I know my dad thanked you for your help, by treating us to dinner. But now I want to thank you for helping dad, in my OWN way. I promise, my way is much, MUCH better!" I disappered into the bathroom and locked the door.
I emerged from the bathroom wearing my black-and-white French Maid outfit, complete with white apron, black stockings, black garters, and lacy black opera gloves. My loving husband bought me this outfit from Frederick's of Hollywood (see the catalog photo that shows a model in a similar outfit) just to help me feel sexy and desirable when I was going through a down period:
http://www.geocities.com/latina_tales/frenchmaid.jpg
Much to my surprise, when I emerged from the bathroom, my man was wearing only a pair of skimpy men's silk bikini underwear, decorated like it was made from a piece of an American flag. His cock was peeking out above the waistband.
"I see you're saluting the flag!" I teased, licking my lips at the tasty sight of him.
He hugged mne and kissed me, and walked me over to the motel-room bed. He lay me down on my back and began kissing the side of my neck, then the front of my throat, then down into my cleavage and down to my navel. He then turned himself around, and began slowly kissing my toes, my ankles, and my legs through my sheer black stockings. He worked his way up to my maid apron, lifted it, and kissed my bare inner thighs and the front of my skimpy black panties. His American-flag underwear was right in front of my face, so I kissed the flag, then playfully pulled his underwear down just enough o fully expose his cock, and kissed and licked his bare, hard cock, as he pushed my panties aside and began gently licking at my pussy lips.
He stood up and lay facing me again. I took advantage of his standing to lustfully tug his skimpy underwear all the way down to his ankles, and he gingerly stepped out of them and kicked them across the room before climbing back up into the bed and into my wide-open, loving arms. He kissed my mouth, giving me a slight taste of my own pussy. He kissed his way down my torso, removed the top of my French Maid outfit, and took his time kissing, licking, and nibbling at my nipples until they were rock-hard. He kissed his way down my tummy, back to my skimpy black panties. I raised my legs straight up, and his hands and mine slowly skimmed my panties off me, up my raised legs, over my stockinged feet. I set my legs back down on the bed and spread them wide apart. He wrestled my skirt off of me but left my white apron on me. Then he resumed licking at the outside and inside of my hungry pussy. Having my apron and stockings still on gave our whole lovemaking such a delicious and dirty sense of extreme urgency. His tongue glided over my G-spot, then back outward across my throbbing clit.
He sucked my clit up past his lips and tenderly sucked on it, then let his teeth softly nibble at me. I thrust my pelvis high up into his face, and bucking and moaning, I drenched his sweet face with a flood of my warm pussy juices. He licked my clit, gently at first, then faster and harder, until I came again, all over his VERY talented swirling tongue.
"I need you in me," I moaned, reaching for his cock with my black lace opera gloves. He told me that he liked the feel of his cock against my lacy gloves, and so did I, but his cock flesh against my exposed fingertips felt even better! I then gently began stroking and pumping him in my fist, against my skin and the lace of my gloves. Again, leaving my gloves on gave this moment such a sense of urgency, that we needed and wanted each other far too much, far too desperately now, to waste time removing clothing first. As I lovingly and hungrily played with his cock, amid his loud moans, he did take my not-so-subtle hint, and he let me guide him to my wide-open, dripping-wet pussy now.
"Stuff me all full of hard cock," I moaned. He effortlessly slid into my well-lubricated slit, and began slowly, lazily sliding in and out of me. As my moans of pleasure grew louder, his thrusts grew faster and harder. His cock glided over my throbbing clit and spoongy G-spot withy each in and out stroke. When he would slip all the way in, he would pause, and push in just a little bit extra, before pulling out. Each time he gave that extra little thrust, I would shake and moan uncontrollably.
"Oh, you've GOT me!" I moaned. "You've GOT me!" with that, I thrust my bare ass high up off the bed, and soaked his cock with my steaming love juices.
"Come!" I moaned. "Fill me up with you sweet love juice! Flood me with your man juice! Mmmmmmm!"
I wrapped my glove-encased arms around his neck and my stocking-clad legs around his waist, resting my feet on his muscular ass and pushing him down even deeper into me.
I squeezed my pussy muscles tight, pulling his throbbing hrdness even deeper into me, until his balls were slamming hard up against my pussy lips. When he was as deep into me as he could possibly go, his cock throbbed and pulsed mightily, and he emptied about a gallon of his hot love juice deep inside my inner walls.
"Thank you for helping my dad fix his house today," I smiled.
"You DO have a better way to thank me, than your dad does," he smiled back, kissing me, with his still-throbbing cock still buried deep inside of me. "But then again, I wouldn't WANT this kind of thank you from your dad!" At that remark, we both burst out laughing, just a short, staccato burst of laughter.
"I love you," we both whispered tenderly to each other, as continued to lie coupled together at the mouth and at the genitals.
OK, now I've told you how the excitement of our collaborating on our Teacher story affected my REAL love life on Super Bowl Sunday. Now I'd like to hear from Dr. Mabeuse or any other Literotican, with all the juicy details of a recent real-life sexual romp of your own.
So who is brave enough to post a real-life sexual escapade to match mine above?
-- Latina
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