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Hand Sex
By Poison Ivan



By Poison Ivan

_Warning! The following work of fiction contains 
sexual activities between consenting adults. You must be at least 18 
years old to read it._

Dawn has beautiful hands. Soft, with shapely fingers, and
fastidiously maintained nails. On the index finger of her right
hand she wears a plain silver band, and on the pinkie, her
grandmother's old ruby ring. She keeps the fingers of her left
hand bare, although on special occasions, she adorns the wrist
with a silver bracelet.

Her hands are much smaller than mine. When we walk together, my
hand will completely engulf hers. I love the way her hand feels
in mine: so warm, so feminine. Holding hands is a game for us,
our fingers twining and our nails playfully scratching. The semi-
secret caresses keep us both on a constant sexual boil.

Dawn and I hug the same way we hold hands - because Dawn is a
small woman, my arms wrap clear around her body until she seems
to disappear within me. While we embrace, I love to finger the
nape of her neck or the small of her back. It rarely takes long
before Dawn's body squirms against me.

Let me tell you about a special night Dawn and I shared just the
other day. It ended with a surprise, although I suppose it was
not completely unexpected. It was the day I asked Dawn to marry
me.

It started with us lying together in bed. We faced one another on
top of the sheets. Her soft hand rested on my bare hip. It is
nice when she puts her hands on me, especially when I take the
initiative, because I can feel her reaction in her squeezes and
her grabs.

Dawn lay still while I traced my fingertips as lightly as
possible around the edges of her lips. She has ticklish spots
near the corners of her mouth, and she twitched and smiled
whenever I touched them just right.

I stroked her lips a little harder, and she closed her eyes and
her mouth parted just the tiniest amount. Her soft breath wafted
across my fingers, and her palm pressed harder against my hip.

I cradled her lovely face in both hands. Dawn's cheeks are
sprinkled with the softest down, and I stroked across the soft
hair with my thumbs. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light, and I
kissed her brow. Her skin felt warm on my lips.

Her hand ran up and down my hip, sliding down towards my groin.
But I gently took her wrist in my hand. "Not yet," I said. First
it was her turn.

I raised her hand to my mouth and kissed her palm. She breathed
deeply, and a rosy flush formed on her upper chest, circling like
a necklace.

I examined her hand. The lines on her palms crossed. The primary
lines: love line, life line, and head line. One of the minor
lines was surely a sex line, but it was hard to pick which one. I
slipped my tongue across the life line, and back across the love
line. The skin of her palm was soft and silky on my tongue, and
smelled faintly of strawberries.

I nibbled on her fingers, licked the little web of flesh between
them. I licked her fingernails, slowly, feeling the perfectly
manicured smoothness on my tongue.

I kissed her wrist and looked her in the eye. Her pupils were
dark and large. Her breasts rose and fell with her deep breath. I
drew her hand to my chest and pressed it against me. She curled
her fingers, and her red nails scratched across my skin to my
nipples. Her sharp nails teased my nipples erect.

I placed my palm over her cunt. I cupped her, pressed lightly
against her, felt the heat of her all along the entire length of
my hand. I worked one finger between her lips and was greeted by
Dawn's soft inner flesh.

I held my fingertips together and ran them up and down between
her legs. My fingertips lined up, one after another like a row of
baby ducks, and they followed each other through the furrow of
her cunt. She was slippery-wet - I came away with my fingertips
shining with her pussy oil.

I licked my own fingertips, one after the other, tasting her.
Dawn's watched unblinking, and her nostrils flared.

I sent two fingers back between her legs. I delved into her inner
places, and spread her lube all around inside. I surrounded her
clitoris with my slicked up fingertips. One finger on either
side, I caressed, up and down, up and down, up and down.

Dawn's nipples hardened and her breathing deepened. I used my
thumb to pet her clit, and she hummed and spread her legs wider.

I pushed my middle finger up into her vagina. Dawn moaned and
arched. I withdrew my finger a little, then pressed back in. I
curled my finger upwards, and I found the soft pad deep inside on
the front. I pressed firmly against it and wiggled my fingertip.
Her hips rose clear off the bed. I massaged the spot deep inside
and thumbed her clitoris and a hot flush flowed down to her
shoulders and chest. Her nipples raised up like chocolate kisses.

I slipped a second finger in and pressed deeply. Dawn moaned, and
her body shuddered like an oak tree in a strong breeze. I used my
other hand to touch all around her pelvic area, spreading across
her tummy and hips and thighs and her hairy mound.

And then I felt it. Dawn's tiny jerky convulsions. The light
stroke of her orgasmic contractions on my fingers. And then she
yelled out almost as if she were in pain. Her red flush spread
all over her body.

I sucked her juices off my fingers and experienced again her lush
taste. She watched me as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

We watched each other, and a lazy smile formed on her face. "You
now," she said.

She gently lifted my hands in hers and guided them down towards
my crotch. She manipulated my hands, urging them this way,
nudging them that way, until they were pressed together like two
hands in prayer, my hot cock held firmly between them.

She lowered her head and kissed the tips of my fingers. Soft,
deliberate kisses, moving from one finger to the next, never
skipping a one. My penis strained between my palms and tried to
separate my hands like an axe splitting a round of wood. But Dawn
held my wrists firm, trapping my engorged cock in its warm
cocoon.

She squeezed my hands tighter together and began to lick along my
fingers. Her wet tongue moved up and down between each finger,
softly stroking the most sensitive spots. She pursed her lips and
kissed my knuckles, and my cock surged. She licked upwards until
she reached the fingertip of my longest finger, and she nipped it
lightly with her pretty teeth.

She dragged her teeth lightly up my middle finger, then wrapped
her soft lips around the end. She slurped my fingers, halfway
between a wet kiss and a wet suck. She squeezed my hands even
tighter around my prick, and she lowered her mouth down deeply
onto my fingers.

She bobbed her head slowly up and down, taking my fingers deep
into her mouth. She sucked hard and she lightly licked. She
fellated my fingers and sent me soaring.

I finally pulled one hand away, and my iron-like cock stood
stiffly against my one palm. And Dawn continued to suck up and
down my finger, her lips closing in on the purple cock head. A
glistening drop of pre-cum formed at the tip of my prick. Her
mouth went up and down over my fingers, stroking and sucking.

Her lips touched the head of my cock on the down stroke. I jerked
involuntarily.

And she lowered her mouth over my cock and finger, and her tongue
wiggled around the both of them. She sucked my finger and cock
together, her warm, slick mouth bathing them both with her
saliva. She gathered up my balls with her other hand and softly
rolled them.

I pulled my other hand away, leaving my penis alone, and Dawn
focussed her attention on the solo digit rising from my groin.

Her hand slid down my spit-slicked shaft, and she grasped me at
the base. I caressed her cheeks with my fingertips as her mouth
bobbed up and down. She clenched the base of my shaft and pumped
in time. I began the upward climb and felt my essence converge in
my penis, where it was stroked by my lover's artful hands and
sucked by my lover's artful mouth.

I grimaced with pleasure, I cried out with pleasure. And,
finally, I rushed, and I throbbed with beautiful, exquisite
pleasure.

Dawn altered her stroke to match the slower rhythm of my cum. She
sucked me and fondled me until I was nothing but a limp shell.

We kissed and whispered softly to one another. I gathered up her
left hand and cradled it. I petted her bare knuckles, and kissed
the tips of her fingers. I looked into Dawn's eyes, and she
looked at me so seriously, as if this were the most important
moment of our lives.

Did she know?

I reached under the pillow and found the small box I had stashed
there earlier. I gently removed the ring and held it up. Dawn
held her breath, and we watched the light glittering off the
smooth gold and the shiny diamond. I turned it slowly. I gathered
up her hand.

A single tear spilled out onto her pink cheek as I slipped the
ring onto her finger. It slid down easily into place and I turned
her palm down and looked at the ring wrapped around the base of
her shapely finger. I leaned down and kissed her knuckles.

"Dawn?" I said.

"Yes?" Dawn said. Her voice vibrated with anticipation.

"Dawn, may I have your hand?"




              

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