His hands By Alfredo Garcia Please, remind that Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
This summer morning, barely awake, I stretch languidly on the sheets, arch my back, and rub my legs against each other. My arm rests on my chest, the tip of my fingers absent mindedly touches my sensitive nipple through the soft fabric. A sweet tingle runs to my penis and my body surges with life. I feel the flow of fluid in my urethra, gently pressing its way through soft flesh. In the silence and stillness I smolder with desire but I close my eyes and bite my lips to stifle the yearning. I dare not wake him. He sleeps in the bed next to me unaware how I crave his touch and need his hands on me. I try to sleep, but I cannot, my need is a drug. My addicted body shrieks his name – but it goes unheard. "Please wake. Come on my bed and touch me," I implore with silent lips, and repeat the matra "Wake", "Come to me", "Touch me", "I need you", "Wake", "Come to me", "Touch me", "I need you", "Wake", "Come to me", "Touch me", "I need you", ... and so despondent, and exhausted I finally fall asleep. I am roused by a big rough hand, against my cheek. I turn towards the caress, as fingers trace the projections and contours of my face. A fire inside flickers back to life. A resonance deep in my throat swells and overflows as a barely audible moan. His hand possess me and I dissolve into his embrace, abandoning myself , beloved, the object of pleasure for another being.
I lift my limbs as he slowly strips my body. The chill of the morning air erects the hair on my body, and the tip of my nipples. As he lays me back naked, I part my legs, bending my knees, opening to him and feel like the coolness of the early air invade between my thighs and caress my testicles. My penis fills with blood. "Erection please stop" I silently beg. Passive, delivered, vulnerable is my soul as the big coarse hand slowly explores and induces an exquisite pleasure. I shake like a leaf on the morning breezes.
Cheeks, the edge of the lips, the folds of the neck, arms, fingers all are traced in turn. I try not to move, but small spasms animate my body where touched. The hand brushes my nipples, my chest rises involuntarily, seeking a stronger contact but it is denied. I try to guess where next he will go, pray it is not my penis. It lies fat and swollen with blood, softly arching over my belly, oozing pre-cum that flows to form a glittering gem on my abdomen. The lightest touch would, extinguish my ecstatic state, in a flash of pleasure pain. Instead, the hand caresses my feet, those forgotten extremities where I did not imagine pleasure could lie, but it does, and now flows full force in surges through my legs. Palms spread my thighs, delving deliberately deeper to the most intimate recesses. I gasp as searing hot and harsh, they caress that place, and press my baby spheres. Pleasure, pleasure, and pleasure pervades me, and makes my moans more urgent. Half cry of child, half purr of a cat they emanate from me.
Sometimes sharp and short, and others deep and dark emerging from my inner essence. They flood like fluid flowing from my penis, or as violent spasms that rack my body. My mind disconnects from my body still pinned to the bed a quivering and pulsating mass ready to erupt. From above my disembodied state, I hear my groans and whimpers and understand all, the story of my life, the source of my wishes and desires, why I'm here in this way. I have no regret, no guilt, no remorse for what I am and what I feel. It was written on the wind that day I was born, and it was my destiny.
Reunited flesh and senses surrenders to deep and unfathomable desire as his knowing hands turn me round. I feel the press of him strong and warm. The touch of his skin, and smell intoxicates me. His hard and demanding penis presses against my buttocks which arch upwards to welcome it. I want to be taken, to merge with him. I turn my head looking for his mouth, that moist and warm takes possession of my thirsting, cracked lips and his imperious tongue penetrates and dominates me.
I try to touch his body strong and fierce. My hands roam his back and waist, and I grope his hard fire torch, caress it, to guide it home but I am pushed away. "It is not time yet." His booming voice leaves no room for doubt. Rejected, I bury my face in the pillow as his weight presses down on me holding me still. His hand drives beneath me and lifts me to commandeer my testicles and another spreads my buttocks and torments my hungry hole. The fat finger retreats, hot and urgent to open my lips. I kiss and caress it with my tongue and taste myself on him as it plunges deep into my throat where like a penis it makes love to me. Withdrawn wet, it travels round my neck and down my body press my wakened hole. I open and as it insinuates itself my body and I shudder as he slowly sinks into me then and pauses. His other hand caresses the inside of my legs, and sensitive folds of my perineum. My ass rocks to the rhythm of the pulses penetration. I feel bliss and would freeze this moment in time for eternity but it is not to be. My lover kisses and nibbles my neck, between words of love:
"My kitten"
"My sweet thing. ",
"Your cries are for me are beautiful music" "Enjoy my little one, I will give you all you need"
"Surrender to me, body and soul." I turn my face to his, the lips and tip of my tongue hunger for him, as he slips his finger free and proffers it to my mouth, then another. The two fingers like two penises come and go, and I coat them with love, because I know their destination. When finally he penetrates my anus, I open it all I can, and I groan louder and drown my sounds as his tongue takes my mouth. His other hand, now for the first time, strokes my penis till I slime it and he makes me drink. I can no more, my need is profound to be penetrated more hard more deep, I need to be hurt, to be tried and convicted and to suffer for the pleasure I have taken from.
He is within me, three and then four of his fingers, then his other hand in my mouth. Pressing in, forcing me open wider and wider to take him probing my gullet, thrusting inside me. My moans mix with and tears, I belong to him, body and soul, his powerful fingers fuck me mercilessly thrusting without pity. My body quivers, cold as ice but burning with sweat, heat and fire, I will die of pleasure. A wave breaks over me tossing, swirling my body and my mind in a sea of light. Slipping into unconsciousness, I see his two giant hands, holding me curled their palms curled, transparent, fragile, and radiant like a crystal sphere.
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