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is there any men in the Youngstown/warren ohio area that wants to make love to a girly man at his place or a motel room
Updated Dec 16, 2016 at 10:41 AM by monaohio
Ed and Sue both invited us over to their home, shoes came off, and we decided to take a seat on the couch, Ed and I sat down expecting Beth and Sue to join us, but they stopped and stood in clear view in front of us. I thought they would both take a seat with their respective spouses, but instead The gentle friendly hug included a quick kiss on the lips; suddenly moved in closer. They began embracing and kissing harder, more passionately with open mouths. , they began wrapping arms tighter and continued heavier kissing, tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths. Beth reached upward and started to cup Sue's breasts, rubbing them, feeling nipples get harder, Sue reciprocated by running her hands up under Beth’s top to feel her nipples growing through her soft bra. Ed and I were sitting watching. I could tell his cock was growing. I told him take his cock out and I would do the same. Beth and Sue removed the last article of clothing; their panties were tossed to the side; both women now fingering each other. Pushing their two larger fingers into each other’s dripping pussies. As the women got right into their passionate sexual activity they both could see their husbands’ cocks, standing at attention. Sue and Beth both watched me start to stroke my cock, Ed followed suit and started stroking his. Beth said that I should stroke Ed’s hard cock. Sue asked Ed to do the same. We exchange grasps; the two men held each other’s’ cocks in their hands and were now slowly stroking each other. I see Beth suddenly guide Sue back into a seated position, Beth places her face right on Susan's wet pussy, Beth began to lick her pussy, tasting the sweetness which flowed with every lick. I was dripping pre-cum, as was Ed, I looked at how hard and big his cock was, and I was drawn towards it. I leaned over and licked the tip tasting all his glistening pre-cum, covering his head. I opened my mouth to take in his swollen cock; I kept sucking his hard cock, taking it deep into my wet and warm mouth. Beth and Sue both watched me devour Ed's cock driving Sue closer to orgasm, she was moaning louder as Beth continued to drink all of Sue's warm juice. I gave one last forceful suck of Ed’s stiff cock and got up; I whispered to Ed that I wanted him to Fuck Beth. I want to see your cock sliding in and out of her sweet warm pussy. Ed got Up and walked over to Beth who was now bending over as she continued to eat Sue, I could see her pause from tasting Sue at the moment she felt Ed enter her. As I watched Ed fuck my wife, I saw how much she was enjoying the sensation of having another man's cock buried deep inside of her. She felt the head rubbing inside. She moved from the chair and kneeled on the floor. Ed continued to fuck her from behind, Beth began to buck back and forth pushing onto Ed's hard cock. l took Sue's hand and pulled her close to me, Sue reached down and started stroking my cock, and felt my precum draining along the shaft. She used both hands to feel the fullness of my cock, Sue dropped to her knees and took my cock into her waiting mouth, sucking and swallowing the precum I caw Beth motion for Ed to top her and fuck her missionary she spread her legs wide while he pushed his cock deep inside. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling his mouth to her lips. She kissed him, his hips pushed downward, and she pushed her hips upward forcing his stiffness into her. Sue and I watched Ed and Beth getting more into the ecstasy of my wife and Sue’s husband fucking and moaning. Sue withdrew her mouth and turned around exposing her smooth and soft ass. She spread her legs wanting me to enter her, as Ed had done with Beth. I positioned myself with the head of my cock brushing Sue's clit and wet opening, I did not just push myself inside of Sue, I took hold of my cock and started massaging Sue's clit with the head of my cock. I had my left hand on her hip, and with ever stroke I made on her clit, I could feel her body motion back wanting me to enter her. As I teased Sue's clit with my cock, I could hear Beth and Ed's breathing getting heavier, I knew they would cum at any moment, As that thought entered my mind, my wife shooting her orgasm all over another man's cock buried inside her, I chose to stop teasing and slid myself inside of Sue, as soft moans of pleasure filled her lungs, I placed my hands on her hips, and then wrapped my arms around her to feel her soft nipples protruding and hard. We both fucked in rhythm, as I pushed into her, she pushed onto me. The sensation was sending electricity through my body. I could feel Susan getting wetter as she began to fuck me faster. Ed and I looked at each other fucking each other's wives and their body's taking in another man's cock for the first time. The sights and sounds were hard to ignore, we enjoyed everything we were seeing tasting, feeling and doing. Suddenly I felt Sue bucking faster and breathing louder, moans straining to pierce past her lips. Beth was moving her body faster, and more forcefully, wanting to cum badly as this hard seven inch cock was readying to shoot its hot cum deep inside of her. We all looked at each other and with one last tense moment we let go of the strain we made holding back to the slow build of an orgasm none of us ever felt this intense before. Ed and I both pushed deeper and harder and as far as we could push into the women and could no longer hold back the mounting liquid at the tip of our swollen cocks inside each woman, we both shot our hot cum inside of the other man's wife. As Ed and I were shooting the last few drops of cum. the women in sync with each other in the moment tensed their bodies as they screamed in an orgasmic thrill. Beth and Sue’s cum was mixing with the men's cum already present in their bodies. Our bodies slowed to a relaxed motionless state. Both Ed and I withdrew our shining wet cocks still semi-hard from fucking each other's wife. We all returned to our respective spouses, I sat with Beth and we passionately kissed, as did Ed and Sue. We remained sitting in the same spot for about ten minutes. I felt some more stirring and knew that being there with two other people was building up my arousal yet again. Beth and I just had some of the most incredible sex, I could feel my cock begin to rise again, and noticed that Sue was already stroking Ed to hardness. Seeing that worked on my sensations and brought me too a firmness in Beth's hand. Beth lowered her mouth to my cock and could taste my precum and Sue's cum which mixed sweetly in her mouth. She proceeded to offer me her mouth, she was on all fours when Sue lowered herself onto her back and slid under Beth, Sue reached to take hold of Beth's hips and pull her down to her mouth, Sue then began to lick Beth's wetness which tasted of Beth's and Ed's cum. The more she licked Beth, the more Beth moaned all the while continuing to take my cock into her mouth, sliding her lips along the shaft, up and down. Eric had gotten up and walked past Sue and Beth and brought his hard cock to me which I gladly took into my mouth again. There we were, Sue eating Beth who was sucking me while I continued sucking Ed. It was an all-round beautiful sight. We continued like that for another ten minutes, when I suggested that we each do a 69 with each other. I said Ed and I will do one and Beth and Sue do one. Everybody agreed, so we lay down, Ed on top of me with my cock in his mouth and his in mine. Beth was on her back as Sue lowered her dripping pussy onto Beth’s waiting tongue. Ed and I continued to mouth each other's hard cocks, tasting the spurting pre cum from the tip, sticky and sweet. We could feel our bodies quicken toward orgasm. Beth was the first to make the familiar sound of her cumming hard, and then we could hear Sue’s build up and release, when Ed and I heard the women cumming it made me and Eric sucking harder bringing us both to simultaneous orgasm in each other's mouths. After another relaxed period, we all got up and headed to the bathroom for a quick clean-up in the shower. Ed and Sue invited us to use it first, we got in and embraced, we kissed, tongues rolling around, Beth could taste the remnants of Ed’s cum in my mouth which she feverously took into her mouth. Beth and I were being watched by Ed and Sue, and that was voyeuristic excitement building within us. My cock started standing again. I thought, a third time? Nothing I want to pass up. Beth stroked me to a full hard cock. She turned around and spread her legs and said please fuck me, I want you badly. I need to feel your cock inside me. I crouched down enough to push my cock just past her pussy lips, and then pushed in and up fast. She shivered and let out a sound entirely erotic. I fucked my wife in the shower, Ed and Sue positioned themselves into their own doggy style fucking against the vanity; he was pushing into her as I was pushing into Beth. I reached for her neck, put my hand around her throat and gently pulled her head back stretching her body in an arched position allowing my cock to penetrate her further and deeper. As I felt Beth moving slowly up and down against my sensitive cock, swallowing me inside of her, I felt her tense up and I knew that she was cumming again, her muscles squeezing my cock so much that the feeling I got was enough in my mind to force my cock to release my remaining cum inside of her, to mix with Ed's cum.
This story is not bisexual in nature, but it was inspired by a bisexual discussion in the chatroom. [B]The Slow Way[/B] [B] Put us together and we catch on fire sexually. We can’t be together more than a few minutes before both of us can feel how our meeting will inevitably end up. Our visits are so charged with passion that the temperature in the room rises. We once actually set off a fire alarm in a hotel room. In the past, our couplings were sometimes fast and raw and desperately physical. But not tonight. Tonight we take will take it slow. We didn’t plan it, but we are so in sync that without a word we both know how we want it. I have just returned from another day of boring conferences, and you have come to my hotel straight from work. It would have been nice to take a shower together, but the handicap room shower was meant for only one. You went first, and when I was through, you already were stretched out on the bed, a flimsy, shear-like shirt type robe on your body. “Take my robe off of me,” she excitedly whispers, “I want you to see me.” My hands tremble with excitement as I slip the lacy rob off your shoulders. As I move it down, I feel that familiar shock of discovery that I always feel when seeing your breasts become unveiled. My cock twitches under the towel around my waist. I look into your eyes and I can see you enjoying the way I stare at your beauty. You know how much you turn me on. And you get off on doing it. Yes, your body ignites my lust, but your soul, the vibrant, intelligent, sensual, off-beat person reflected in those eyes, that is what drives my love. “Get rid of that towel, Vid, I want to see my effect on your cock,” Carole giggles. The towel drops to the floor and you start to breath a bit heavily. “Oh, it’s been so long since…” and her words trail off. I slid in next to her on the bed and put my arm around her, and we snuggled close. Carole smiles as if thinking about another time together, “Hmmm, Vid, it is like we never were apart. I remember how well we fit together, like pieces in a jigsaw puzzle.” We talk. We pull up carefully stored memories. We throw up “what may be’s” and other future wishes. The words caress us in parallel with our wandering hands. As the hours go by, those same words keep our desire on a slow simmer. This isn’t foreplay; it’s more like fiveplay. I nod listening to her words and then begin to nuzzle her neck. Carole makes this almost cat-like purr. Then my kisses travel around the side of her neck and across her collarbone. “Ooooo, that feels so good, my breasts are beginning to throb,” Carole reveals, but she needn’t say anything because the goosebumps on her arms tell me all that I need to know. My lips take a path down Carole’s arm, and I softly kiss the inside of her elbow. Carole squirms a bit and her body does that little sag that signals any reluctance to consummate this union has melted away. As I skip my tongue down her forearm, the little almost invisible hairs stand up. I can feel her body trembling. “In my dreams,” she confesses, “you did that and it always makes me wet.” “An now,” I inquire. “Now my puhnani is pulsing and my breasts are throbbing even more, and…oh, please…” She stops because her breathing is so heavy as to thwart the exiting of words. “Well, let me see if I can help,” I offer with a faux cavalier tone. I gently sway my soft bearded chin over her nipples and I can feel her breasts swell. A tongue swirl test of a nipple confirms that she is aroused. “Hmmm,” I profer my medical opinion, “my test reveals that you are turned on.” “Can you run that test again, doctor”, Carole goes along with the ruse, “Maybe check out the other nipple?” So I spend a goodly span of time, rubbing her breasts and tonguing her nipples. My finger nails scrape across her nipples making them raise up dark and turgid. Carole’s breathing is so rapid now that her moans are interspersed with gasps of air. All of this turns me on. I am captivated by the particular way that Carole becomes aroused. Every woman responds differently, I have found, and Carole’s lovemaking stirs me up like no other. Carole’s voice gets soft and she makes a timid request as if worried that I might refuse. “Would you please use your tongue on my puhnani? It’s OK if you don’t want to.” I am a bit confused. I used to lavish oral sex on her years ago. The surgery she had hasn’t made my hunger to please her puhnani any less appetizing. My tongue wiggles up and down Carole’s thigh and then to her outer puhnani lips. As my tongue slips in and out of her hole and swipes past her clit, she lets out a breath of air and shakes through a thunderbolt of orgasm. “Oh, Vid, I want you inside me. I want your cock to pleasure me now,” she screams. Getting up beside me, Carole crawls over my body. I help her arrange her legs on each side of my hips, and she pushes off with her arms on my chest so that her hips are raised up just enough for me to slip my cock into her warm and wet puhnani. As soon as I am inside her, I start to thrust. Slow delicious thrusts for a while and then wild and deep thrusts. Carole goes from one orgasm to another until her moans become one continuous wail. I am at a fever pitch of pleasure, united with Carole and experiencing a mind version of her orgasms. Suddenly, the whole world goes away and it is just her body and mine. The focus of our being is on the pleasure points of our bodies. Her pleasure is my pleasure and my pleasure is her pleasure, and where one starts and the other begins is irrelevant. The hungry need to be united in mind, body and spirit has been fed and only the crashing aftermath of our final orgasm can extinguish this feeling. Soon I can feel the inevitable arrival of an awesome orgasm. My thrusts grow deeper and more forceful. I reach up and tweak Carole’s nipples and a massive wave of an orgasm washes over her. Her groan rockets out of some deep part of her being. She is shaking so hard that I have to hold her from falling off me, but my concentration is divided as her orgasm has set her puhnani to pulsate, clutching my cock and milking my cockshaft. As the cum shoots out of my cock, I feel like a bolt of ice has streaked down my spine. For a split second, I almost lose consciousness. The aftershocks of my orgasm is the most intense I have ever experienced. Carole slumps down on my chest. We have been making love for hours and the first rays of the morning sun are invading the bedroom. We cuddle and talk until the exertion of the night’s activity draws us into sleep. I am still inside of her, slightly de-masted and snug in her grasp. I know that at some point I will slip out, just as I know that at some point, in a day or so, we will have to say good bye again. The emptiness that follows will be our reminder of our night, and the memories will be our solice. [/B]
“You’ve been a bad girl.” He towered over me. I nervously went to take a sip from my glass, but he took it from me before it reached my lips. After setting the wine on the bedside table, he pulled me to him roughly, his hands pressed into my lower back. This kiss this time was more forceful, more urgent. At first, our tongues intertwined, but then he pulled back, our lips barely touching, making me strain to press my lips to his. He was in control of the situation, and I was in trouble. Just the way I like it. His hands slid down my back and over my butt, and he grabbed it forcefully, wadding the fabric up in his hands. My dress was quickly pulled over my head and off and thrown into the corner of the room. He lifted his lips away from mine and kissed down my chin, under my ear, down my neck, to my collar bone. Meanwhile, his hands expertly released the hooks on my bra. My heavy breasts pressed the fabric forward and away from my body. His lips followed the strap off of one shoulder and down my arm. Then the bra was tossed in the general direction of my dress. With his hands on my upper arms, he pressed his face into my breasts. First the right, then the left, his mouth encircled my nipple. His teeth pressed into my skin with a large but gentle bite, while his tongue circled around with the added occasional flick. Then with some suction, he dragged his teeth over my skin and bit the nipple before drawing away. His hands moved from my arms to my shoulders, and he pushed me down to the floor. The tip of his hard cock trailed over my body as I descended, and it sprung up in front of my face. I did not start sucking as he had done with Mr. Calloway. Instead of immediately taking his cock in my mouth, I went to his balls first. Kissing them, licking them, I cupped them in my hand and pressed my middle finger at the base. Normally I would kiss my way up his shaft, but he was too impatient for that now. He put his hand on the back of my head and made a fist, grabbing a handful of hair. My head bobbed back and forth under his control as he fucked my mouth. His cock filled my mouth with a silkiness, but I made an effort not to gag when it forced its way down my throat. With all the excitement, I thought surely he would cum soon. I was wrong. Instead, he yanked my head back and pulled me to my feet. His hands pressed into my back again, firmly pushing my breasts into his bare chest. He put his lips next to my ear and said, “I’m going to fuck you just as your Mr. Calloway fucked me. And there is nothing you can do about it.” He grabbed my arm, spun me around, and pushed me forcefully onto the bed. I heard him pick up the oil. His hand slid down my stomach and his fingers spread around my clit, and he used that to grip my hip and pull me into standing. My legs were locked with my ass in the air, while my head stayed buried in the covers. His other hand reached between my thighs and spread my legs apart. I stiffened and waited for the feeling of the oil dripping down my crack. It didn’t come. Everything stood still for a moment. His fingers didn’t move over my clit, and his other hand didn’t touch me at all. I felt the movement of his body and knew what was coming a split second before it happened. As soon as I had begun to wonder what the stillness was about, his open hand smacked my buttcheek with a painful slap. And then again, slowly, deliberately, another blow was dealt to the other cheek. “In addition,” he said, with another smack, “you disobeyed me.” Smack! Smack! Suddenly, his hand was in my hair again, and he pulled me up to a standing position. He put the half full glass of wine in front of me. “Finish it.” I drained the glass. He pushed my head back into the bed. I stiffened, expecting the next spank, but it didn’t come. Instead, as I expected earlier, he deliberately poured the oil over my ass. It dripped between my cheeks, then between my lips and down my inner thigh, although I couldn’t confirm that all of that was just oil. His hands went to work rubbing it in, making sure I was well coated. A finger massaged its way around my asshole, teasing, tempting to go in. I took a deep breath and focused on relaxing, arching my back and raising my butt high in the air to make it more accessible. For my efforts, I unexpectedly got another series of smacks. By being off guard, it made them sting more. I lost my footing and collapsed onto the bed. My lover again reached between my legs, teased me by coming so close yet so far away from my clit, and pulled me to my feet again. “Also,” he said while his finger went back to work, slowly circling it’s way into my ass, “How do you know Mr. Calloway?” He plunged his middle finger in several time before quickly removing in and delivering a few more blows to my cheeks. He continued to alternate between smacks and fingers, giving my poor pussy and clit no attention whatsoever. Once my butt was sufficiently warmed, instead of fingers, it was his cock he slipped in this time. The head pried me open wider and wider, when I thought that it would surely be in all the way, it spread me even more. Finally, with a pop, the ridge passed my sphincter, and his cock began to fill me. My pussy ached from the lack of attention. Yet even as he drove himself into my ass, I felt the orgasm swell up within me. He pulled his cock completely out, then plunged it back in again, never letting me get acclimated to the rhythm, delaying my release. Finally, he sunk himself into me to the hilt and held steady. My muscles involuntarily contracted against him, tightening and loosening against my lover’s cock. He leaned over me, his bare torso completely connecting with my back, and as he came into my ass, he whispered in my ear, “Thank you.”
My lover stood dumbfounded in the middle of the room. I was in the rare position to ogle as much as I liked, and I could see the bulge in the front of his Dockers grow as the Mr. Calloway approached him. The large, muscular man circled around him, while my lover remained frozen in place. First Mr. Calloway just inspected him, looking him up and down from all angles. He seemed pleased. I didn't blame him, I quite enjoyed taking in the sight of my handsome lover from my vantage point as well. And then he began to touch. First, Mr. Calloway ran his hands through my lover's hair, catching him off guard. He faced him while his fingers continued their way down his neck and over his chest. His hands briefly brushed the front of his pants before he walked around him, letting his fingers trail over the curve of his buttocks and up his back. Then from behind, Mr. Calloway grabbed the hem of my lover's shirt and pulled it up over his head. Normally, my lover was the one in control, and I enjoyed seeing him vulnerable like this. Mr. Calloway was good at surprising him, doing things in a way that made my lover unsure of what was coming, and that made him nervous. But I knew my lover, because behind those nerves, I saw the look in his eyes, the goosebumps over his skin, and the tightness in his pants. He was excited. With his body pressed up against the back of my lover, his cock trying to escape from his pants to plant itself between my lovers clothed cheeks, he slid his hands down my lover's chest and to his belt. He unbuckled the belt, unbuttoned the pants, and unzipped his zipper, all while his breath was hot on my lover's neck. Slipping his hands under the waistband, he pushed his pants and underwear down to the floor in one swift motion. My lover obediently kicked off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his slacks. Mr. Calloway's face was at my lover's hip level, and he hovered over his ass slightly before standing back up again. With one hand on his shoulder, he spun my lover around so they faced each other, positioning both of them with their sides to me, so as to give me the best view. They could see me out of the corners of their eyes. I poured myself another glass of wine, leaned back, uncrossed and recrossed my legs, and took a sip. Mr. Calloway put both hands on my lover's shoulders and pushed him down to his knees. Then he unbuttoned his tight jeans. With no underwear in the way, his cock popped out of his pants, seemingly relieved to be freed from its prison. With his hands in my lover's hair again, Mr. Calloway pulled his face closer so the head of his cock was almost touching his lips. His hands moved to Mr. Calloway's balls and cupped them while my lover took his cock into his mouth. He started quick, quicker than I would have, bobbing his head back and forth. I couldn't help myself, I compared his technique to mine and mentally took notes. Mr. Calloway closed his eyes and let his head fall back, obviously enjoying the sensation. Sooner than I expected, Mr. Calloway's muscles started to tighten. His hand made a fist in my lover's hair. And then, when I was about to be disappointed that it was over too soon, my lover pulled his head back, letting the cock fall out of his mouth. Anger flashed briefly over Mr. Calloway's face, and then realization hit. He roughly grabbed my lover by his arm and pulled him to his feet. He pushed him over to the bed, grasped the back of his neck, and pushed his face down into the comforter. Next to the bed, on the table, sat the jar of coconut oil I had placed there earlier. The large man scooped some out and slathered it generously over my lover's gorgeous ass, slipping his fingers in as he did so. My view was now from the back, so not only could I clearly see each of their asses, but I got the best angle to watch Mr. Calloway slowly enter my lover. My lover grabbed at the bedding and moaned as his ass was filled with the large cock. He was held down on the bed, unable to move, as Mr. Calloway sat still, waiting for him to adjust to the size. Finally, he began to pump, slowly at first, pulling nearly all the way out before pushing it back in again. Soon, he was overcome by his own desires, and Mr. Calloway thrusted into my lover with more force. I downed a full glass of wine and leaned forward to watch. With each thrust, Mr. Calloway grunted, and my lover moaned, their voices combining to a harmonous bass rhythm. In time, the beat sped up, until they took on one continuous note. My lover's voice fluctuated up and down an octive depending on the position of the cock inside of him. My wine forgotten, I leaned forward in the chair to watch. My lover was hard, and I could tell from his cries that he enjoyed the experience. Mr. Calloway's thrusts became more frantic, and he went silent as he came within my lover. A towel lay on the end of the bed, and Mr. Calloway used it to wipe the oil from his skin. But he wasn't entirely without compassion. My lover lay face down on the bed, tired from the excursion, and Mr. Calloway used this opportunity to wipe him off with the towel as well. Meanwhile, I poured myself another glass of wine. I stood up, the glass in my hand, and took a sip. Although I'm short even in my stilletto heels, I felt tall. I was the one in control, at least for the moment. Mr. Calloway's shirt hung on a hanger on the bar inside the door, and I retrieved it for him. After he put his shoes on, sitting on the bed next to my lover who still lay face down, his head resting on his arms, I handed Mr. Calloway his shirt. He took it from me, then took me delicately in his arms, a different man from the rough one who had just handed my lover. "Thank you," I said. "My pleasure," he replied with a smile, then kissed me softly, a mixture of polite and passionate. My lover rolled over and sat up, watching the exchange. Mr. Calloway nodded to him, and left the room. I took another sip from my glass and turned to my lover. He stood, towering over me even though he was barefoot and I wore my heels, and the control of power shifted. "You've been a bad girl."
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