Two J-pegs

Two j-pegs via email from her new address in a new city.

She'd been into photography for a long time, but I'd never before seen shots like these by her. They were the kind she was always taking of herself with a timer and a tripod. They were finished in an artsy kind of metallic color process that was mostly black and white except for the highlights. The first was from her shoulder to her waist. She was wearing a peasant blouse, but had pulled down one side of it off her shoulder. Her right breast, the subject of the close-up, lay on top of the cotton material. Just realizing she'd sent me a picture of her naked tit caused my dick to begin to thicken. In the second picture she was sitting on that Persian rug of hers, the one with the paisley pattern. She was leaning back against the couch in a kind of nonchalant pose that was almost a profile. She had turned one cheek toward the camera, and you could only see one eye and the expression on her lips. The lower half of her body was more fully facing the camera. Her knees were together, and her arms were wrapped loosely across them. Her legs formed a triangle with the rug as the base. A long wrap-around skirt I recognized was bunched up and draped loosely on either side. She wasn't wearing panties. A thin line of dark, sparse pubic hair shadowed the color-highlighted slit of her cunt, which was framed and almost obscured by her legs. My cock began to throb. Beth was a big girl: big butt, big thighs, big heavy tits. We'd been friends for more than 10 years and had always acknowledged a kind of sexual tension between us, but because we were both married we had never acted upon it. Last month, she'd followed a job promotion and moved to another city a hundred miles away. Right then, staring at those pics, I was beginning to realize the emptiness of her going. I felt the way her absence increased my need -- an undefined emptiness in my gut and my crotch as I realized I had been missing her, and that something sexual was uncompleted between us. For a while I just clicked back and forth between the two j-pegs and thought about her. We had always had a hot and cold friendship, alternating between being close, or being mad at each other for a variety of reasons. Because of our circle of outspoken, activist friends, we had had our anger at each other a lot of the time, and a few moments of deep friendship. I looked closely at the picture of her breast, and my heart skipped as I began to see detail. There were dark crescent indentations where her fingernails had dug into the puffy flesh outside her aureole. Her thick, wine-red nipple was hard, aroused. Her flesh was pink with arousal where she had been rubbing and squeezing herself. She had been tweaking her nipple violently too, I was sure. If I could have seen that fat, beautiful breast the next day, I knew there would be pale blue bruises. Oh man, I could feel my erection start to seriously harden. As for the picture of her pussy, I concentrated on her lips for a minute, trying to understand that mocking half-smirk on her face. (And yes, I concentrated on her other lips, too.) Then I was suddenly imagining laying on that paisley Persian rug with her and spreading the apex that framed her cuntworks, moving her legs so widely apart that her crotch was spread impossibly open. I pictured myself fitting my head between those ample thighs and delivering deep kiss-sucks to her wet pussy until she was shuddering and heaving up toward my lips, my tongue; orgasming so completely that soft screams escaped through her gritted teeth.... Then I felt that quick little frisson of excitement in the pit of my stomach that always happens when I realize I am going to masturbate! That emptiness I felt was growing to a hunger in my crotch that could only be satisfied by one thing -- making myself cum. And doing it with the slow, rich stroking I had missed for what was probably only a couple of days but seemed like forever. My wife was in bed, watching TV; and besides she knows I jack off in here. She always allows me my privacy. Eagerly, I stood up and kicked off my shoes, then stepped out of my jeans, dragging my underwear down with them. "I'm gonna jack off!" I enjoyed telling myself. "I need to cum!" I knew this was going to be a good one! Ohh, there .... I was naked from the waist down. My ass, my cock, exposed to the air. It felt wonderful to be so ... open, so bare. Since I go to Lilyland almost every night and masturbate with you guys a lot here in front of the computer there's always a towel or two folded and waiting on a shelf next to the desk. I grabbed a towel and draped it over my big computer chair seat. Then I settled my naked ass back down, enjoying the contact of the nubbly terry cloth on my bare skin. I toggled back and forth between the two images on my computer screen, letting them do their magic to get me so hard! After a bit, I spread my legs. My hand dropped down there, rubbing and teasing my growing erection. This time it felt better than normal, and I thought to myself it's because of Beth, and her naked images. My hand felt soooo good touching me! I love masturbating, don't you? I have an average penis, a little less than a fist-and-a-half long when it's full and hard, and now I was fondling it, rubbing and stroking as I looked at her pictures, letting them stimulate my fantasies as my palm stimulated the length of my hardening shaft. I remembered talking about sex with her. I remembered talking about her likes and dislikes, and mine. She loved oral, she once said, and loves getting her clit kissed with passion while she kisses someone's cock with the same intensity. Right then I would have kissed my cock that way if I could, but instead I tenderly caressed it, rubbing, making love to myself so intensely that I felt guilty-- like I'm cheating on my wife with Beth. "mmmmmm," I managed to mutter as my prick got super hard. I was doing that slow, rich stroking I had been missing. I was almost hurting my penis flesh as I rubbed and rubbed it. I had to stop for a second and let my urge to cum subside. I was "edging". For awhile, I concentrated on the picture of Beth's breast. Her tits are lush and they sag down, not so much from age as from their heaviness. As I said, she's a big girl. As if fondling hers, I reached up under my t-shirt and found my nipple. I rubbed it for a second, pretending it's hers. Then I took the small nub of it and squeezed it between my thumb and forefinger. Aw god, immediately I felt the pleasure of it shoot through me, starting to fill and satisfy that emptiness in my crotch. I dug my nails in, imitating the marks on her tit. "This isn't a good way to edge, or to keep from cumming," I scolded myself, since the sensations of me playing with my nipples were driving me closer than ever to cumming. So for a second I let go of myself everywhere and just sat there, breathing a bit hard and staring at Beth's face in the picture. I remembered us both confessing once to masturbating alone, but I never got her to describe to me how she did it. Now I suddenly remembered that I'd told her all about how I would sit at the computer at night and masturbate. And then the smirk on her face made perfect sense. She knew that these pictures would make me want to jack off. She was enjoying the power that the sight of her cunt would have over me when I got the j-pegs, ... to make me want to play with myself and cum ... cum because of her. There was probably a little dominance in that expression, a little hint of "I win. See what I make you do?" She still probably had some anger at me over our last argument or she wouldn't have had that look. Yet I know she wants me to masturbate -- to her, to these pictures. I know she likes the thought of it, very much. I guessed she masturbated to the thought of it, too. It was okay. I loved beating off to her nakedness. I was at that stage where I was totally hard and the precum was oozing out of the slit in my cock head. I was making love to myself -- continuing that slow, rich stroking. My precum was not quite enough lubricant, so I reached into my desk drawer and opened the lid to the jar of personal lubricant I keep there. I slid a few fingers over the surface of the slick cr?me and then painted my aching prick with it. I almost shot right then as the soft, gliding smoothness heightened my pleasure. I stroked! With that lube on me, it's nearly like fucking the sweetest vagina in the world, girls, if you want to know. Only it's never quite as sweet as your pussies, I promise. (Sometimes I think that ladies can make themselves get off better with their masturbation than any guy can with his dick, however. Maybe nobody can make us cum -- man or woman -- as good as we can make ourselves orgasm?) You all know the feeling: each stroke is pure pleasure and you can't get enough of fondling and playing with yourself. Every self-touch sends you closer and closer to an orgasm that's sure to be soon. You want it never to stop, but you want to make yourself cum too. Right now. I wanted to play with my balls but I was too intent on cumming. I wanted to jam something in my ass, but I didn't want to stop jacking. My fingers encircled my prick and I was getting faster and faster with each jerk. I forgot to edge. Right now. I wanted it right now. And I wanted Beth, too. I oh so wanted to be in her. My butt lifted out of the chair each time I thrust into my hands, which formed a kind of lubricant-slick pussy to fuck into. I kept reaching up and pleasuring my nipples every time I toggled to her breast picture, imagining it was me who put those marks around her titty tip. I could rub my nipples so nicely because some of the dick-lubricant was now accidentally spread over them, and they were slick in such a wonderful way. I was getting close, and I was aware of myself panting a little as I kept stroking. The only thought in my head was about the emptiness in my gut and the really powerful hunger to make myself cum. I wanted to cum and cum and cum. Now I began masturbating myself in short, heated, jiggering strokes, staring at the j-pegs and enjoying this private self-fuck Beth has caused. I don't care if she is smirking and teasing me to jack off. I want to jack off to her! Bitch! I wanted to jack off ON her. I wanted to cum IN her. Then quickly that aching, stinging, urgent pleasure you Lilylanders all know about with yourselves began to fill my shaft. Waves of pleasure started flooding my crotch. I could hardly stand stroking any more, each jerk being deliciously overwhelming. I squeezed my cock with one hand and started lovingly caressing and slowly rubbing it with the other. Then -- at last! -- the first spurt of my sperm spat out, shooting a few inches out in front of me. I heard it plop onto the floor below the chair. Ohh god it was soooo good! You guys know how good it is! I was cumming! A couple more spurts shot out and spattered on the towel; then my cock was spasming throb after throb of milky semen, which flowed down my shaft! It was such a good orgasm! "Ohhh, ohhhh ... Beth," I groan as each spasm of my cock sends pleasure through my body, filling that empty place that 15 minutes before I didn't even know was there. The hunger for her is not exactly gone, but as each rhythmic pulse of my cum squirts out, I feel the hunger getting satisfied. I keep loving myself, masturbating with those slow caresses along my penis until I'm almost faint with the pleasure of completely cumming. "Beth, ...beth, ... beth," I whisper to myself in time to the little trickles of cum oozing out. I'm dedicating this orgasm to her, I think to myself. I sneak a hand up to pinch and fondle my nipple as my last cum seeps out After awhile, my body is not so rigid any more. I lay back in the chair and close my eyes, relaxed, sex-exhausted. As I feel the hot, gooey sperm drip so pleasurably down through my fingers, I smile. I promise myself that when she comes back into town next time, we'll start by masturbating together for real. Before I fuck her, and probably after I fuck her, I will kiss her wet pussy as she lays on that Persian paisley rug. Just like I imagined, I'll suck those big nipples, and feel her lips on my cock for real. I promise myself that regardless of who's married, I'll lay on top of this big naked girl and stroke my cock deep into her. I'll make her come so hard that that smirk will disappear. I kept caressing my softening cock as the cum dripped down onto the towel under me. The smile stayed on my lips as I continued to think of fucking her again and again. I love the way my cock feels in my hand. In a while, I wiped up and put my pants back on. I saved the j-pegs on the hard drive, and then I wrote her a quick email 'thank you' for the pictures. If you are wondering, yes I did. I told her I masturbated to her ... and that this wasn't the first time. Tonight, I'll send her a copy of this story too, and tell her that some of you readers have now masturbated to her as well. Thanks for reading this one.