A New Dawn Ch. 04
It was a cool July day as Dawn and I drove to West Virginia to meet Ryan once again. This would be our first visit, away from the adult bookstore, with the young man back from Florida helping his parents with the family business. It would turn out to our last visit, at least to date, with the former Marine.
There was no entertaining truckers by Dawn exposing herself to them on this trip. We chatted casually about general things and the coming evening. We would arrive early enough to prepare for our meeting with Ryan. In the past we talked back and forth about what we were doing, how we each felt and how it might affect our relationship, but we felt relaxed and comfortable this time. We knew Ryan now and that added to the comfort level each of us felt. The option still remained either of us could call this off at any time, but our trust and confidence in each other, and our relationship, remained strong and continued to grow stronger each passing week. This remained nothing more than fun for us, no emotional involvement, a form of foreplay and Dawn delighted in doing things that were pleasing to me.
This is not to say she didn’t derive any pleasure from this, because she did, but her often stated reasons always she was doing it to please me. She still had her own fantasies she wanted to explore and live out, but those were not panned for this trip either. One was to see me suck another man’s cock. It was with more than a little relief to me Ryan wasn’t interested in this. The other fantasy, originally mine, was to see her to be with another woman. The hope I had had was now becoming one consuming her. She liked looking at other women and now the thought of being with one turned her on more and more. She had a lap dance once with a stripper that ending in fondling, kissing and hugging, but while it turned her on, it was too short. There was another attempt at this which resulted in an accident breaking her nose as the dancer tried to snatch a dollar bill from Dawn’s lap, raising her head quickly, the dancer’s head striking her nose. At first it was funny, then not so funny, although we can laugh about it now. She had asked Ryan before we made our way down to see him if he had a female friend he could bring along, but he hadn’t been back home long enough to establish that kind of relationship with anyone.
We arrived at our hotel just outside Parkersburg. I had reserved an executive suite on the first floor with an outside entrance. No particular reason except it makes it easier to carry things in, and out again at the end of the weekend.
A king-size bed dominated the center of the room. A work area to one side of the bed with a long mirror above the table/desktop running the length of the wall, level with the bed. The lighting for the work area had three settings. On the other side of the bed, a rocker-recliner with a small table and reading lamp attached to the table between the bed and chair. The bed had three pillows and we had brought additional ones with us. The bathroom was large with a bathtub, a tub being so important to Dawn. Preferring a warm, long relaxing bath, she detested showers.
I laid down on the bed as Dawn scurried about putting things away, moving one piece of furniture, and making a pot of coffee. The only furniture she had moved was the reading lamp and small table it was connected to placing it on the other side of the chair. She turned it on the lowest setting satisfied the light was sufficiently dimmed by the chair in front of it, now between the bed and lamp. Before grabbing a cup of coffee for each of us, she set up two camcorders, one on each side of the bed. One was fairly close, the other further away. She then laid down next to me to smoke a cigarette and drink some coffee.
As she put her cigarette out, I looked into her eyes. With the look of a woman half her age, there was a sweet innocence about her, yet after being with her almost two years by then, I knew deep inside her was a caged, sexual heat waiting to pour out of her at any moment. There was such a contrast in her demeanor. So demure when around others, this petite woman would turn into a whore and a slut in bed. Words would roll off her lips like, “Fuck me. I want to suck your cock. Eat my pussy. Cum in my mouth. Fuck my ass. ” But, it all seemed so natural coming from her. These were not dirty words to her, but words of love. It was so different compared to my previous experiences when I first heard these words coming from those sweet lips of hers, but now it was so natural to me as to her.
We had about three hours before meeting Ryan. We had decided to meet him elsewhere rather than have him come to the room. It gave each of us one final out if either of us wanted to exercise the option.
I had my own ideas about using up some of the time we had, but “not now, ” she said in a cooing voice. “Save your creamy cum for later, Baby. ” With that, she bounded off the bed with the enthusiasm of a young girl getting ready for her first prom making her way to the bathroom to run some bath water. From experience, I knew most of the rest of the time would be spent by her getting ready for the evening to come. I settled back with another cup of coffee, cigarette and turned on the television.
About 30 minutes later she emerged from the bathroom completely naked. Before turning off most of the lights in the room, I caught a glimpse of the freshly shaved pussy and the thin horizontal line of reddish hair about an inch above her clit. I knew where my mouth wanted to be, but she once again scampered around the room, drying her hair, applying makeup, setting out and lighting candles before settling in for another cup of coffee.
We kissed for the first time since arriving, her hand reaching down between my legs to tease my cock which grew hard in her hand. As our tongues touched, I could taste the freshness of the coffee in her mouth. I so much wanted her to go down on me, but she just continued to tease and play. Putting her coffee down, she laid on top of me, sliding her clean pussy up and down the length of my cock. I reached down to put it inside of her, but she pulled her hips away and started to slide down my body. I could feel the heat of her breath on the head of my now hard shaft and soon light kisses and a darting tongue on it. Feeling her mouth lightly sucking the head, I thrust my hips slightly up, but she pulled away. “Later, ” she whispered. The sexual tension I was feeling was more than I could handle, but she wasn’t giving me any choice. She left me again to apply still more makeup to her face and starting getting dressed. I resigned myself to having to wait. I took a quick shower and was surprised to see she was dressed when I came out of the bathroom. Pair of jeans, a sweater and pair of sandals shielded her once naked body from my eyes. Her long reddish-brown hair flowed over her shoulders. She was so beautiful and sweet looking, but I knew when we made it back to the room, with or without Ryan, wanton lust would overtake her and she would savagely attack like a bitch in heat. Walking up behind her, I moved her hair and kissed the side of her neck. She leaned her neck back and to the side for a few seconds then turned and kissed me deeply.
“C’mon Honey, get ready, ” she told me. “It’s getting late. I called Ryan while you were in the shower to make sure he’d be there. ” The fragrance of her perfume intoxicated me as I pulled away to finish getting ready. I knew one thing for sure, if anybody changed their mind now, it wasn’t going to be her. Usually on our first night in West Virginia, we would be together alone. It was the second night we would go out and play our games, whether it was the glory hole at the bookstore or going to a strip bar. This was a change and it made me wonder about the next night, Saturday, and what tomorrow would bring.
As we hopped in the car to meet Ryan, nothing was planned. She remained adament she would not kiss him. There was something about kissing that was too emotionally involved and intimate for her. She seemed pretty sure she still didn’t want him cumming in her mouth and wasn’t sure about fucking. We met Ryan at small restuarant for coffee and small talk. I had always been the observer, although I knew tonight would be different. I didn’t feel any discomfort as she met his every innocuous chatter with a flirtatious comment of her own. We looked at one another to see if there was any last minute hesitation by either of us, both of us returning a smile to the other. “Why don’t we get out of here, ” she suggested. There was no hesitation on the part of Ryan or me. We hopped in our car, he in his, following us back to the hotel.
Once in the semi-darkened room, two small lights on and several candles burning, I noticed for the first time Ryan was shorter than me, about her height. He wasn’t really muscular. He had a husky, solid body, and there was a certain strength in his 30 year-old body. His head was almost completely shaven, in contrast to my long hair falling over my shoulders.
My thoughts were broken when out of the blue, Dawn announced, “I’m going to take a quick bath, you guys get comfortable. ” Through my mind ran “what the fuck!” I followed her toward the bathroom talking quietly.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to swish my pussy, ” saying the words I had heard so many times before. “Besides, I don’t know how to break the ice. Get your clothes off, Honey, lay in bed and wait for me. ”
Now was the awkward moment I dreaded and she wasn’t helping. I had all kinds of scenarios running through my head about how all of this would start, now they were gone. Turning to Ryan, I told him she was going to freshen up and wanted us to get ready for her. I could hear the bath water running as he stripped off his clothes. I felt like I was undressing for the first time in gym class, wondering what the other guys were going to think. It was a strange feeling climbing in bed with another naked man-maybe more so for him because Dawn had already told him her one fantasy about wanting me to suck another man’s cock. We laid quietly, a slight distance separating us, barely looking at each other, as we laid in bed waiting for Dawn. Covered by nothing more than a sheet pulled just slightly up past our waists. When I heard the bath water stop, I knew she was done. Reaching for the remote, I turned on the CD player and waited, with Ryan for her.
Dawn came out of the bathroom wearing a dark blue bra and matching bikini panties, a color that matched her deep blue eyes. She confidently walked over to each camcorder, flicking the button on each, the red light on each now blinking. Standing before the foot of the bed, she slowly hooked her fingers in the elastic band of the panties, sliding them down her long, slender legs, revealing to both of us the red line of hair just above her shaven pussy. Lifting first one leg, then the other, the panties fell to the floor. Placing one foot, then the other, on the bed, she stood high above us, her feet spread just wide enough to remain between our own legs. Reaching the clasp on the front of her bra, she undid it, shrugging her shoulders slightly, letting it fall from her body.
She towered over us fully exposed, the light of the candles dancing off her breasts. Looking down at both of us for a moment, she dropped to her knees between us. “A couple of shy guys, huh, ” she said as she pulled the sheet down exposing both of us to her and to each other. It wasn’t the first time I had seen his thick shaft, but I had a slight moment of discomfort.
“Let’s see, which cock to suck first, ” she said. Glancing at me, “I think guests should come first, don’t you, Honey?” It didn’t call for a response and there was no time to give one. I could see his body jerk as she took his pulsating cock to her lips. From the many times we had been to the glory hole, I had seen many cocks. His was not particularly long, maybe six inches, but the girth was wide and the youthful hardness was evident from the veins almost bursting through the skin. I felt a shiver run through my body as she slowly ran her tongue up and down the length of his shaft. Hearing him moan as she slid her tongue around and over the mushroom-shaped head, my own cock was awakening at the sight of what was transpiring before me. She was even bolder this time than the time we had been together before. Watching the oral copulation unfolding before me, her right hand holding his quivering cock at the base, pointing it skyward, I started to lower my own right hand to stroke myself. I felt like I had been on the edge for more than three hours now.
My eyes stayed fixed on her mouth and head as I slowly stroked myself. I didn’t want to cum yet. The cum screaming to be released from my body was going to be saved for her. She moved her head to the side, opened her eyes, staring deeply into mine, running her lips up and down the side of him, both of us holding our gaze into each other’s eyes. Her lips looked like she was playing the flute, a personal concert for me, but from time to time she would pull her head back rolling her tongue along his length giving me a better view to see what she was doing. The wanton lust I knew would be there was in her eyes, especially when she licked off the precum that kept accumulating on the top of the thick, fleshy piece of manhood. To her, it was a drink of the gods. If nothing more ever came out, this she loved. If only somehow I could bottle this for her to sip at night I think she would be in heaven. I felt like exploding. She seemed to sense this and reached over with her left hand, grabbing my moving hand, stopping it in place. Pulling and pushing my hand away from the pleasure I tried to give myself, she gripped it hard, holding it still further away from my blood engorged organ. Her mouth and tongue continued their movements, her tongue tracing the veins of his burgeoning cock. Moving her mouth up, she tried to burrow her tongue in the little hole on top.
Sensing I was a little calmer now, she reached over and took my cock in her hand and slowly pumped it as she opened own mouth even wider, taking him fully in her mouth, letting it sink slowly into her mouth, inch by inch, until it disappeared from sight, her chin now resting on his balls. I could see the fullness of him push out against her cheek, amazingly the one on my side, her head not moving. From experience I knew she was contracting her throat around the meaty flesh buried deep in her mouth. His cock now fully embedded in her mouth, the tip piercing the back of her throat, he wanted to move his hips and up and down, but, removing her hand from me, placed her hands on his hips holding him still. He tried again to raise up, but her mouth and head remain locked blocking any fucking motion by him. It was like her lips were glued to the base of his cock. I could tell he wanted to fuck her face so bad. The relief being denied me was also being denied him.
Her hand now gone from me, I replaced it with my own. I don’t know if she sensed this or saw it, but she moved her hand back over and stopped mine. She moved my hand away once again, but I fought her, trying to push her hand back down, to take my full grown shaft in her hand and finish me off, but I could feel her arm stiffen and hand tighten on mine denying me the relief I sought while keeping his cock buried deep in her mouth. I so wanted to jump up, get behind her and ram my cock deep in her pussy from behind, or tear her mouth away from his cock and replace with it mine, shooting my cum in her throat.
Slowly she lifted her head, exposing his wide cock from the bottom up, again inch by inch. When she reached the top, she squeezed her lips together and sucked. As she slid her mouth off the head, I could hear a popping sound. She looked up at me with those pretty little doe eyes of hers. I watched as her body began to move up his, her tongue lightly tracing the area from his stomach to his chest, stopping to tease his nipple between her teeth. I wanted to scream out, “What about me!”
It must have taken a couple minutes to work her way up him, seemingly a long time but to me, it seemed like an eternity. But, she hadn’t completely forgotten me. I could see it in her eyes, and besides, she knew this was what I wanted-to see her with another man, to see her suck his cock and maybe fuck him.
She moved the top half of her body to mine, the lower half still on him. Our lips met, our tongues explored each other’s mouth. The musky taste of his cock filled my mouth as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. I could feel the wetness of his precum mixed with her saliva.
I placed my hand on her back, pulling myself up slightly, almost in a sitting position against the pillows behind me as she continued her slow crawl upward. I wanted my own cock in her mouth so bad by now. Sliding my hand down further to the top of the top of the crack of her cute little butt, I could feel her hips moving up and down. I had been able to get myself up far enough for her to greedily stuff my aching cock in her mouth. Looking over at the mirror, I could see her curved body and realized either he managed to move his cock into her sweet pussy on his own, or she had helped get it in with her own hand. Either way, they were fucking. They were actually fucking right before my very eyes. I kept my eyes on the mirror watching the reflection of him slowly fuck her as she sucked my cock deep into her mouth. I watched as his rock hard cock moved, first slowly, then more quickly, in and out of her cunt. I stared intently at his face and eyes for a few moments wondering if it was how I looked when I was burying myself in her. His eyes were closed and there was a grimace on his face. I knew she wanted to sit up, control the tempo of his manhood as it moved in and out of her. I’m not sure how comfortagle this position was for her but somehow she managed to maneuver her head to look up into my eyes as she continued to sucking my cock and fucking his. Her eyes were glazed over, slowly rolling back almost gone from my sight, her hips continuing to meet his. She had the “I’m being fucked look” on her face we had joked about between ourselves before. Looking back at the mirror, I could see the light from the flickering candles glistening off his wet cock as it plunged in and out of her soaked entry. I could feel her body start to quiver and shake, knowing she had reached her first orgasm.
As the intensity of the orgasm began to subside, her hips stopped bucking and slammed down hard on his. She held herself there a few moments, pushing him as deep inside her as she could, her body still quaking. As calmness and tranquility restored themselves to her, she pulled him out of her immediatelyand at same time removed her mouth from me. She moved quickly up my body. The woman that so enjoyed being put in the position of complete submission was now in complete control. I didn’t know anymore if she was prolonging this for me or for her. All I knew was the tension was building deep inside of me and felt some frustration knowing relief was not immediatley at hand.
She made her way up my body until her vaginal lips were kissing my mouth. This is one of my favorite positions for eating, sucking, probing and licking her sweet tasting pussy, but instead of coming up even further to place her delicacy directly over my mouth, she pushed forward, grinding her pubic region into my mouth, forcing my tongue in her pussy. I lapped up the juices flowing from her with my tongue. The thought of Ryan’s cock having been pounding away at her tender pussy just moments before heightened the sexual excitement for me. It took my mind off my own frustration in not have shot my own load yet and maybe I thought, just briefly, about his own denial of ultimate release. I knew her most sensitive, pleasureable area: her nipples. Twisting, pinching and lightly biting would send what she described as shock waves from her nipples to the inner-depths of her pussy.