Mature

Keywords: Dawn, 02, Ch., New, A,

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"This is the second of a short series of true accounts involving my fiancee, Dawn, and myself. The first was more sensual about our first night together. This is more sexual in nature."

What we both believed would be a short relationship continued to blossom. The telephone remained our sole lifeline to each other, although we continued to see each other on weekends when we could. The weekends were great, but it was the long telephone conversations where we truly learned about each other, spoke of our dreams for the future and slowly explored our fantasies. Never had I felt so free to communicate thoughts and feelings, of course leaving myself vulnerable by exposing so much. The same was true for her, but the level of trust each of us had for the other grew with our relationship.

It was the talk of fantasies unfulfilled that so intrigued us both. Mine were probably typical for a lot of men. I wanted to see her with another man and with another woman. Over a period of time, these things would happen, but only with a great deal of communication, understanding and deliberation.

Things progressed on fantasy fulfillment rather slowly. She began sending erotic audiotapes of fictional escapades involving other men and, of course, her. I have quite a collection and many a night when we were not together, I would listen to a story and masturbate to the sound of her voice describing yet another adventure. Her voice can be very sexy and sensual, especially when making these stories. Most of these vignettes had a common theme-nonconsent on her part.

I don't know, maybe it was the strict family upbringing, but she seemed to revel in playing the role of a slut as long as she had "no choice" in the matter.

Living 180 miles apart, we generally met about half-way between our homes, about an hour from the West Virginia state line. I do a lot of hiking and make my way through this picturesque state on my way to North Carolina and Tennessee for my two annual mountain hiking trips. Just over the state line is an adult bookstore I would stop to pick up "supplies" for my lonely excursions into the mountains. I knew the store had video booths in the back, but on my travels, I never walked back to check them out. Just picked up some magazines and took off. Oh, I had been to adult bookstores in Ohio and had been in the little booths before, but I would find out later, with Dawn, things are a little different in West Virginia than in Ohio.

Just to get out of the motel room, we would take drives down the highway. By then, I had talked her in to wearing long dresses and losing the panties on these trips. At 5-7, she has beautiful long legs to match the rest of her body. She was and remains so young and innocent looking, but beneath the surface is a caged sexual wildcat trying to claw its way out.

At my instruction, she would pull the long dress up to her hips exposing her shaven pussy for the truckers. Other times she would go down on me, or I would play with her using my fingers, either on her sensitive nipples or probe the wetness of her. My guess is the truckers enjoyed it. They would look down at her, she up at them, as I slowed down and they sped up to keep pace with us. Sometimes a horn would honk, but most would just smile. I had ridden in a large truck once and knew from experience the front seat of a car is completely exposed to the eyes of the trucker.

At my suggestion, we decided to ride down to the bookstore. She had never been to an adult bookstore before. During the roughly one hour trip, she put on her show for the truckers, and for me. She was surprised as we entered the store and walked around at the books, movies and novelty items scattered about.

We bought some tokens to watch some videos. We picked a booth along the wall, after checking to see what movies were playing, trying the impossible task of memorizing the numbers of the movies we thought we might enjoy. I wasn't surprised she enjoyed movies depicting oral sex, whether with one man and a woman, or multiple men with one woman. Whether the men were black or white didn't seem to matter. For reasons not important here, she cringes at the word "cocksucker" or being called one unless I say it in a loving way, but sucking cock consumes her conversations with me on the phone. It is pure artistry on her part and she has taken me to new heights. It did surprise and fascinate me she seemed so interested in movies of women with women. We watched the movies and fooled around with each other in the booth. I guess the only thing we learned together about the booths was you could use quarters as well as tokens. For myself, on the other hand, I learned more about her.

It turned out the bookstore also had a video trivia game, which turned out to be fun to play. On the pretense of playing the game, we made regular trips to the bookstore. It was on one of these trips we made a discovery that changed the course of turning fantasy into reality.

There are video booths lining the walls of the backroom and a set of adjoining booths down the center of the room. There are six or seven such booths, but three of them had a little hole in the wall to enable one to see into the adjoining booth. At least we assumed they were just peepholes. When the light would come on next to us, we would sometimes put on our own little show for the person next to us. There were only three booths with these "peepholes" and there was one thing different about them; the odor of cum lingered in the air. It all made sense. Guys come in to watch a movie, jack off and shoot a load. It was evident from the small screens where these loads hit at times.

Many times we would watch the person in the other booth. Some of the men would be jacking off to completion spewing their creamy cum through air. She loved watching the guys "squirt" as she called it. Others were a disappointment to her. They would masturbate for awhile, stop, leave, come back, do it again, and leave again. No ropes of cum to watch squirting to the floor, hitting the wall or the screen.

The booths were dimly lit, but you could see the adjoining booth. How well you could see in depended on the brightness of the movie selected. We always selected a bright one for ourselves. On one early trip a finger came through the hole. I wasn't sure what it meant, but I did the same thing back. Nothing happened, but I made the assumption it was a signal of some sort.

On our next trip down, we were in the first booth, our favorite, toward the entrance to the backroom. The light above the door would let others know it was occupied giving them the option of taking the adjoining booth to watch us or us to watch the parade of men that made their way in. A man entered, but his booth was dark enough that we couldn't really see him all that well. We watched our movie and peered from time to time through the hole, hoping he would change the channel to a movie with enough light so we could watch him.

I've done a lot of things in my life and there isn't much that shocks or surprises me, but all of sudden his cock came through the hole in the wall without any warning whatsoever. It was absolutely huge, and very dark, reaching far into our booth, through two walls of plywood, the only thing separating us from him. I whispered in Dawn's ear to touch it. She was tentative at first, not knowing, despite all of our talks, how I would feel if she really did it. I assured her as quietly as I could it was okay. She placed her finger on the top and rubbed the length much like one rubs the back of cat to watch it sway its back and the fur to rise. Slowly she clasped her fingers around it and began stroking. You could see his massive piece of manhood twitch, but then all of sudden she stopped. I wasn't ready for the cooing voice that asked me to take over. To that point it was the beginning of fulfilling a fantasy of mine. The funny thing is, I wanted to touch it, but my thoughts were along the lines of what the hell would she think if I did do it.

She kept her hand lightly on the monstrous dark meat she had been stroking. I reached down with my hand and took it. Right at the point when my hand made contact, she removed hers. It was so long, hard and extremely thick, but had almost a feel of velvet to it. This was a first for me. I examined his tool with my hand, the head and the thick shaft, holding it, rubbing and sometimes stroking, before asking her take over again.

She was standing in front of the hole, but took over and began to slide her hand up and down the shaft. While sucking one is an art for her, using her hand, at least back then, was not. Maybe the grip wasn't firm enough, or she was just moving her hand too slow, but I knew I was going to run out of quarters before this guy would shoot the milky cream she loved so much. Placing my hand back on him, I began to stroke this giant cock based on my own personal experience. I could feel the cock begin to twitch and jump and knew he was about to cum. She didn't. The first blast erupted from deep in his balls hitting her top. She jumped out of the way as he continued to fire blast of hot cum into our booth. There was no way of knowing for sure, but the thought this may have been a black man's cock made it even more exciting to me. The contrast in color, her very light, fair skin, and his dark skin added something I don't completely understand. There would be others, but none as big, nor as dark, as the this one.

She sat down on the little bench in our booth, lit a cigarette, and wouldn't leave until he left. It was the anonymity of the whole thing that made her feel safe. We waited, he left, then we exited the booth and headed to the motel for a night of lovemaking.

We made more trips to the bookstore, learned a little more about finger signals, and began jacking off more and more men. She had a sense of satisfaction when she finally took a man to completion without any help.

I enjoyed this more maybe than she knew.

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Keywords: Dawn, 02, Ch., New, A,