Both Hands
© 2002 by L.A.  Smith

Dini wakes up in the middle of the night, breathing fast and sweating.  Her empty cunt is aching.

Her right hand slithers across her belly as the left reaches out in the darkness to hit speed dial on the speakerphone.

One ring.  No answer.  Two rings.  No answer.  Three rings.

"Motherfucker, you'd better be home."

No answer.  Four rings.  She reaches out to kill the call.

"Hullo," his voice, husky and thick with sleep fills the darkness of her room.

"Took you long enough," she growls. "What're you, fucking some bar slut?"

"What the...?" he grumbles. "Fuck, no.  I was sleeping."

"So was I," she barks. "But I'm not any more."

"Dini," he sighs, "what do you want?"

"You know what I want," she tweaks one nipple and circles her pussy with a deliberate fingertip. "Now give it to me.  I wanna use both hands tonight."

He sighs.  She hears reluctance in it.

"Both hands, Tommy," she softens her tone and grazes her clit. "I need it really bad."

"All right," he takes a deep breath and whispers, "I want to fuck you, Dini."

"Say it again," she purrs, attending to her other nipple and opening herself up with a lazy stroke of her middle finger. "Tell me how you want to do it."

"I want to fuck you.  I want to spread your milky thighs and dive right in.  I want to grab your hips and fill you up with my hot, hard cock."

"Is it?" she growls.

"Hard as a rock," he lies, scratching his balls.

"I don't believe you."

"It's stiff, I swear," Tommy wraps his fingers around his shaft and tries to make it true. "My balls are aching, too.  I swear, Dini, I wanna fuck you so much."

"Okay," she purrs, slipping her left hand between her legs. "That's more like it.  Now both hands."

Tommy closes his eyes and imagines Dini spread wide on her bed with both hands grasping at her tender, pink snatch.  He gives his thickening cock a gentle tug.

"Both hands, okay," he tugs again and coaxes a droplet of anticipation onto his thumb. "You're hot and wet, and so fuckin' tight.  It feels like I'm gonna split you wide open."

Dini's fingers swirl and curl through sticky heat.  She grinds the heel of her right hand against her clit and lifts her hips.

"Make me feel it, Tommy.  Make me feel it deep."

"Deep," he growls, working his flesh in earnest now. "So fuckin' deep.  I'm going so fuckin' deep into you.  You're screaming and squirming, begging me for it."

"Oh, yeah," Dini plays along, "I want it, Tommy.  Give me some more of that big, beautiful cock."

Tommy feels her urgency pulsing beneath his fingertips.  He rolls his grip and moans, "I've got you by the tits now and I'm grinding into you like a beast."

Dini keeps pace with Tommy's narrative, filling herself with probing fingers, gripping her clit between her thumbs.

"Oh, you're almost there, I can tell," Tommy croaks. "I'm rolling you over now to finish you off."

Dini rolls onto her belly, both hands clasped tightly between her thighs.

"Get you ass in the air, Dini," Tommy cradles the phone against his shoulder.  He pumps with his left hand and fingers the head of his cock with the right. "Let me back inside that hot little cunt."

Dini rises up on her knees and squeezes her thighs.  Her fingers are barely moving now.  Her pussy clenches and releases around them.

"You are so fucking hot, so wet and sloppy.  Clamp down now, Dini.  Tighten up and make me come."

"Ahh, yes," Dini does as she's told, flexing her muscles and shuddering around her slippery fingers. "Do it, Tommy.  Do it now."

It takes him less than a second to give in to her demand.  A hot spurt leaps onto his belly.  He tugs again and draws another.

Dini collapses onto her belly, tickling her still quivering clit with gentle caresses.

Tommy wets his fingertips and soothes his softening cock.

"That was great," Dini murmurs.

"Yeah."

"Better than ever."

"Yeah."

"Well, I guess I ought let you get some sleep."

"Yeah," Tommy says, sinking back against his pillow and calculating how much sleep he can get before his alarm goes off.

"You really have to come out to Portland and do it for real one of these days."

"Yeah," he sighs. "I do."

"G'night, Tommy," she hesitates. "Thanks."

"My pleasure," he whispers to the dial tone.

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