Jack Off Show 2

In the late 70s in Vancouver I became pretty good friends with Marie, who worked for one of the suppliers to the company I worked for. Marie was very slim, with small breasts and a nice ass and, oh, a strikingly pretty face with long hair. She was always seemingly sexually forward, regaling people with stories at the bar of the guys she’d pick up and of the size of her ex-boyfriend’s cock and the like. One night during the course of a conversation between the two of us she told me that she found me attractive but that she valued our friendship and thought that would be ruined if we fucked.

Anyways, after work one night I dropped into a new lounge that had just opened up to check it out. There was only a small crowd there and I didn’t know any of them. The place seemed to show promise as a hangout, but I had decided to move on and maybe go home and jack off after I finished my second drink. Those plans went out the window when Marie walked into the bar, looked around and saw me, and came over to my table with a big smile. She ordered drinks for the two of us and started a discussion of oral sex out of the blue.

“I’ve kind of had bad experiences with it,” she said. “Jim (the ex-boyfriend) loved getting it but he was too rough sometimes and pulled down on my head when he shot his cum in my mouth. And he wouldn’t go down on me…he said my pussy smells bad.” As we seemed to be opening up a bit, I told her how much I loved cunnilingus. She got a bit reflective and asked if I’d like to come over to her apartment and eat her - no sex or fellatio, but she wouldn’t mind watching me jerk off (she said Barb, the work friend from my “Work Trilogy” stories had told her about my big wads). I was sold.

We walked to Marie’s West End apartment holding hands and she seemed to be deep in thought. I hoped she wasn’t starting to change her mind, but realized she had that right. We took the elevator up to her floor and went into her flat. She told me to get undressed in the living room and went into her bedroom, saying she’d be back in a minute. I took off my clothes and neatly folded them. I touched my semi-hard dick and instantly went into full erection, my cock pointed at the ceiling as I slowly stroked.

Marie came out, wearing skimpy panties only and spread out some towels on a couch and an armchair. She sat down on the couch, leaned back a bit, and spread her legs. I was on my knees in front of her in a flash and started to tongue her pussy through her panties. I told her Jim must be some kind of idiot - I found her slight musk hot and arousing. With that, she lifted her hips a bit so I could remove her panties.

I dove into her very hairy snatch and slid my tongue up and down her labia, occasionally sucking her lips into my mouth. She started humping a bit, so I went to work on her clit. She was soon moaning and held the back of my head as she moved rapidly against my probing tongue. All too soon, she came hard with a piercing scream. I stood up after a few seconds and she pointed to the armchair. “Do it,” she said calmly.

I sat down and grabbed my cock, slowly moving my hand up and down my shaft. I had plentiful pre-cum from the start and soon had myself well-lubricated. Every few strokes I gently squeezed my drawn-up balls and every time I got too close to cumming, I stopped jacking. If Marie wanted to see a huge cumshot, so she would.

She asked me to stop and said she’d be back in a minute. She went into her bedroom and returned with a shiny silver rocket vibrator. “Start jerking off again,” she said tersely and tuned the vibe on, running it up and down her wet cuntlips. I resumed my patient stroke and switched back and forth between watching myself jacking my throbbing meat and watching Marie use the toy on her labia and clit, occasionally inserting it into her vagina. She had her eyes locked on my hand moving over my increasingly desperate cock.

“Go ahead and cum! Don’t get any of it on the chair,” she ordered somewhat harshly. I leaned back in the chair and went for my nut. I sped up my jerk-rate and started to feel a massive cumblast rearing up in my perineum. I inserted my left index finger up my asshole to the first knuckle as I frantically whacked my cock. At least six thick, hot spurts of cum erupted into the air a foot or so and splashed down on my belly, chest hair, and pubes as I moaned in pulsating pleasure. What a fucking mess! Marie was watching the whole shoot-off, pretty much bug-eyed, and went in hard on her clit with her vibe. She came again, screaming and pinching her nipples.

We cleaned up with the towels, got dressed, and Marie made us sandwiches before I went home, my balls almost aching from the power of my cumming.