Putty In Her Hands by R J Butler Page A

circles. Oh God, please, hon, lick me. I went down as ordered and
most gently, with the tip of my tongue, slowly licked the whole
length of her wet, shaved cunt, starting at the bottom and working
up. Parting her labia, I lapped at her clitoris. Her fingers
gripped my shoulders as she widened her legs still further. I
pulled back and admired what was in front of me – this beautiful
woman, still wearing her top, her nipples showing through its
fabric, her skirt pulled right up, her legs akimbo, her
cleanly-shaven cunt glistening with wetness, the inviting redness
of her hole. I had to free my cock. Out it came from my boxers,
springing free. We each played with ourselves, staring intently at
each other, our faces rapt with lust – me wanking on my shaft, she
rubbing her clit. I feared I was going to come and had to slow
down. She looked down at me to watch what I was doing, and me at
her, watching her finely-manicured fingernail painted bright purple
as it slid up and down her engorged cunt.
     
    With my fingers wet with
pre-cum, and more dripping from my purple head, I inched forward on
my knees. She reached out for my cock, her hand tightening round
its girth and guided me towards her. I slipped a condom on. I
paused at the entrance of her hole, wanting to delay the moment of
penetration, wanting to delay the utter pleasure. A hint of a smile
flashed across her face. With that, I dived into her. The
suddenness of my movement made her scream out loud. Her eyes rolled
back. The warmth of her cunt felt divine. I began to pump – slowly.
Each time I drew back, I purposefully withdrew my cock to the knob
so that each time I went back in, it was like another plunge. It
worked; each time made her yelp, a strange high-pitched noise I
hadn’t heard before. She started to swear, saying fuck each
time I went in. Withdrawing, I went down on her again and lapped at
her juices like a man parched, desperate for water. I came back up
for air, my mouth soaked with her wetness. She kissed me; our lips
drenched with spittle and cunt juice. I pushed inside her again,
this time pumping harder. She started swearing again; always a good
sign. She reached behind me and gripped my arse, grinding me even
harder into her. Go on , she urged. Go on, fuck me, fuck
me, shoot your cum into me, give me your cum, give it to me, give
it to me. Fuck me, fuck me . I came quickly, grunting deep
guttural noises, pumping as hard as I could, feeling the cum
shooting out of me in delicious waves. I carried on, making sure
that I’d emptied every last possible drop from me. Finally, I
slowed down and, catching my breath, came to a stop. Oh my God,
oh my God , she spluttered. That was… I don’t know. How do
you do it? You are a fucking beast. How can I ever go back to my
husband after experiencing that, you bastard?
     
    I made to withdraw but Dawn
held me tight. On no, not yet; I’ll be distraught. It’s too
soon. She was still breathless. Stay there a bit; let me
recover. I so wanted to take it out now. No man likes to linger
too long afterwards; it feels uncomfortable somehow. But, being a
gentleman, of sorts, I stayed put, putting up with that slightly
cloying feeling. After another minute, I tried again. Not yet, I
haven’t recovered.
     
    Dawn, please.
     
    Ok, if you must.
     
    With relief, I withdrew my now
shrivelled cock. In losing its hardness, the condom had slid off at
her entrance. I pulled it away but my cum was all round her cunt.
There was so much of it. I shuddered; it wasn’t a pleasant image.
Dawn, on seeing it, screamed. Oh fuck, what’s happened?
     
    It’s just –
     
    Shit, it’s everywhere. Fucking
hell, there’s so much of it, shit.
     
    Calm down, Dawn; it’s only at
the entrance.
     
    Oh, and you know that for sure,
do you? How do you know? How do know that half of it is not inside?
You idiot.
     
    What?
     
    Don’t just sit there; get me a
flannel, a wet one.
     
    I returned from the bathroom,
having got rid of the