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Jill

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Jill by Don4fun@hotmail.com (Don4fun@hotmail.com)We met at a local restaurant as planned, in the bar area. I was able to identify her from her description in her emails. She was attractive, her features were pleasant, her appearance was neat. We awkwardly introduced ourselves and I ordered a drink, anxious to get some alcohol into my system to help take the edge off the situation. We were both nervous. Our drinks arrived and soon we were chatting comfortably, although it was clear we were avoiding the reason for our meeting. It seemed we both hoped the other would broach the subject first. Finally, Jill did. "I can't believe I actually had the nerve to meet you. I've never done anything like this." "Me, either," I replied. "I wasn't sure I'd have the guts to go through with it either." "Well, we've come this far. Let's not stop here. Are you ready to go?" Whenever you are," I enthusiatically answered. I knew that in just a few minutes I would be living out a fantasy. We got into our own cars and she followed me to my house. Along the way, I pulled into a convenience store. As I walked by her parked car, I leaned into the passenger side window and said, "I'm going to pick up some reading material." She grinned. I went directly to the rack of adult magazines. I knew which one I would buy - Club International. It's a little sleazier than some, but it would serve my purposes exactly. Back in the car, with my brown paper package on the seat next to me, I drove home. She followed me into the house. Once again, it was obvious we were both a little nervous. I sat down next to her on the couch. "Let me show you what I got," I said handing her the package. She slid the magazine from the bag and tore into the protective plastic cover. "Club," she said. "I don't believe I've ever seent this one before." "It's usually pretty hot. I like getting it every now and then." She opened the cover and was greeted immediately by a nude woman in a full page ad for a phone sex line. She turned the page again and found the table of contents. Another couple of pages and she came to the first pictorial, two young-looking girls together. "Ah, the lesbian pictorial," she whispered, but show didn't turn the page. She tilted it towards me. "Do you like these?" she asked me. "Oh yeah," I replied, and I reached for my crotch and repositioned myself in my jeans. "I see," she said noticing how I touched myself. "We'll take our time looking at this section, then." And she did, indeed. She very slowly turned the pages, spending lots of time on each page, asking me about particular pictures and poses. By this time, my hand was resting on my crotch and massaging the bulge that was growing there. "You do like this, don't you?" she said looking at the bulge that was outlined in my jeans, running down my right leg. I only grunted my agreement. I decided it was time, so I unfastened my belt and my jeans and raised my hips as I pushed them down to my ankles, leaving me in only my briefs, which by now were pushed out by my erection. I hooked my thumbs into the underwear and pushed the briefs down, too, kicking them off along with my jeans. I was nearly fully erect and her eyes widened at the sight of my cock. That only made me harder! "Oh my," was her response. "And you shave yourself. That's nice. I like that." "Do you? Good. I find it a lot more comfortable." My cock stood up straight and proud. I decided I would not touch it right away. I wanted to make sure I was able to prolong this as long as possible. She turned the page. A new pictorial. A blonde on the beach, petite, small breasts. I couldn't resist. I wrapped my right hand around my shaft and began to stroke it very slowly. She moaned her approval. "You like this one, huh?" she asked. "Yes, I do. Her nipples are perfect." I described in detail what I liked about her nipples, pointing to certain pictures with my free hand as I stroked my cock with my right hand. The next pictorial was two women and a guy. I think Jill was a little shocked to see a picture of a man's erect cock in a magazone full of naked women. But I could tell she liked it. We studied this layout for a while. I pointed to my favorite picture. In it, one girl was lying on her back. The guy was straddling her midriff, his cock a few inches above her breasts. The other girl was lying next to her friend, looking at his cock. Her hand held his cock firmly. She was obviously stroking him, about to make him cum on the other girl's tits. I stroked myself a little faster. "You like that, huh?" Jill asked. "Oh yes. I love handjobs. I like stories about them, pictures of them, videos with them. And I love getting them. More than a blowjob, I think." "Really?!" Jill was surprised by this admission. "I don't think I've ever heard a guy say that before. Most men say a blowjob is the ultimate." "Don't get me wrong. I like blowjobs. But there's something about handjobs that really get me going. I think I like to see a woman looking at a cock intently, waiting for it to explode. There's just something about that. Weird, huh?" "No, not really. In fact, I love handjobs, too. They're fun and they're safe. If it weren't for the fact that most guys would freak out and read too much into it, I could give 'em to just about every guy I meet." "We might have a lot more in common than we thought," I offered, trying not to read too much into her statement. We looked through the entire magazine this way, her turning the pages, we discussed the different models, their poses, and my personal tastes. All the while I kept my hand on my cock, stroking it, moving it up and down to create different positions, different sensations. "This really is nice," I commented after a while. "It's so much easier when someone else holds the magazine for me." She laughed. "I'm glad I could lend a hand." We both laughed at the double meaning in that. "How long do you normally jack off? I can't believe you've lasted this long." "I normally like to look all the way the magazine so I can decide which picture I want to get off looking at." "Well, have you made up your mind?" "Yeah. Let's go back to the pictorial of the threesome. The two girls with the guy." "I had a feeling that might be the one," Jill said with a devilish smile. She flipped back to the beginning of the threesome. "This is hot." She seemed to squirm a little. I wondered how excited she was. Was she wet? Dripping wet? Did she want to touch herself, too? "Do you like this?" she asked, pointing to a picture. "Yes, I do. In fact, I've jacked off plenty of times thinking about something exactly like that." In the picture, the two girls were in a 69 position. The guy was on his knees behind the girl who was on her knees. It was obvious he had been fucking her from behind. Now he has pulled out and has pointed his cock downward. The girl below had his cock in her hand and was directing it to her open mouth. "I love the thought of going from pussy to mouth and back. The girl on bottom could lick her girlfriend's clit while I fuck her from behind, and she could play with my balls, too. I lke that, too. Then when I pull out, she grabs my cock and brings it to her lips so she can suck me and taste her girlfriend." by now, I was stroking my cock like crazy, alternately closing my eyes to imagine my fantasy and opening them to view the picture. I reached out with my free hand and squeezed Jill's forearm as my orgasm approached. She put her hand on my thigh, very close to my balls. I wanted her to touch my balls, but I knew she wouldn't. She ran her hand lightly down my thigh and back up, again almost touching my balls. My knees straightened and my hips arched, forcing my cock to stand out higher and bigger than ever. As I got closer I opened my eyes and looked at Jill. She was biting her lower lip, transfixed by my cock. That image sent me over the edge. I pumped long hard strokes until I exploded. Great ropes of cum shot from my cock, spewing my chest with my gooey pleasure. It was a few moments before it subsided, leaving me panting and exhausted. "Wow," Jill breathed. "That was nice. You put on quite a show." "Thanks," was all I could muster. We sat there for a few minutes until I caught my breath. Then I went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. I walked back to the living room wiping myself off. "Thanks for letting me watch that," she said. "I really enjoyed it." "My pleasure," I replied. "Thanks for holding the magazine for me!" We both laughed. "I really wanted to touch you," Jill admitted as I wiped my shrinking cock. "But I also enjoyed just watching. Maybe another time..." "I certainly hope so."