Your Voice, My Hand - Sex Stories

Your Voice, My Hand

... something you never would have dared ask of your wife. Wincing, I worked my pinky finger inside my opening. I kept all my fingertips close together so I could ease more of my hand into my cunt. Without you asking, I added my thumb as well. "Oh my God!" I cried. "I have half my hand inside me now!"

"Ah, baby, that excites me so much!" I knew by your shallow breathing, and the way your voice shook a little, that you were close. "Tell me it how feels."

I was shocked that my pussy could accept my hand all the way up to my knuckles. The pressure was intense but far from unbearable. "I feel like I want to go deeper, but..."

"Careful," you urged. "Don't force it."

I began gently moving my hand in and out of my pussy. There was no way I'd be able to work my entire fist inside, but what I did manage was more than enough to send a rush of pleasure through me. "Oh fuck, Paul, it's feeling really good now!"

"You've got me right there!" I heard you panting, desperate to come. As my hand worked between my thighs, I started to tell you I was close, too, but the orgasm seized me without warning. I shook violently, my muscles contracting around the fingers buried in my cunt. It was so powerful, I could only let out a guttural sound from low in my throat. I heard you stroking at a frenzied pace before you cried out from the force of your own climax. I vaguely worried about you being overheard, but I doubted you even cared at that point.

I felt a thin stream of fluid trickle ...

... out of me as my orgasm stretched on. I didn't think I'd ever had one last so long! Only when the spasms finally subsided was I able to form words again. "Paul, I think I just squirted a little!"

"Oh, Justine, sweetheart..." You were still breathing hard. "You have no idea what you do to me!"

I was careful withdrawing my hand from my pussy. Enough fluid had escaped me to leave a damp spot on the sheet. "I didn't know I could have an orgasm that powerful!" I laughed from the flood of endorphins still coursing through my body.

"You just fulfilled one of my biggest fantasies, and I love that it made you come so hard." You sounded utterly spent, and I sensed you growing drowsy. Yet you wanted to keep talking. "I appreciate you being willing to try it."

"I loved it. Not sure I could take that much intensity every night, but I'm glad I discovered just what my body is capable of." I fell back against the bed, telling myself I'd change the sheets once we'd said good night.

"Justine?"

"Hmm?" I was getting a little sleepy, too.

"Now that you've seen my cock, do you want to see the man it belongs to?" You seemed uncertain, almost shy, as if you expected me to refuse what you offered.

Of course I wanted to see you, Paul. But your question filled me with dread, because I figured if I said yes, then you'd want to see me, too. Unlike so many other people, I never took photos of myself. I hated seeing my image in a picture or even the mirror. Each day, I examined my ...