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Mrs B Ch. 01

By: BushRider



When I was around eighteen my best mate was Chas. We were the same age and had pretty much the same interests (football, bikes, "alternative" music and, of course, girls) and would hang out drinking the odd beer and smoking the odd joint. At about the time the events to be recounted occurred his Dad had pissed off leaving his Mum with him, his sister who was a couple of years younger and his little brother. Chas wasn't too bothered about his Dad leaving; he said a few times that "life is more peaceful now without that dickhead around". Still, it obviously affected him and his siblings, and of course Alice, his Mum.

I was an only child and spent a lot of time at their house, I suppose looking for the company of the brothers and sisters I never had, and I became quite close to all the family, Alice often using my metaphorical shoulder to cry on to let off steam about her absent husband. I was a good listener I suppose. Also Janet, the daughter, was going "a bit off the rails" and tended to listen to me where her immediate family couldn't get through to her.

Alice, or Mrs Burrows (or Mrs B as I usually called her) would have been in her early forties; about five foot six with shoulder length hair which she referred to as "dusty blonde". As a normal seventeen year old lad I had, of course noticed her full bosom and lovely shapely legs leading up to her still firm and rounded buttocks. At this time in my life I was painfully shy around girls and was effectively a virgin, my sexual experience limited to some fumblings in the back of the cinema and couple of mutual masturbation sessions with a girl I was no longer going out with. Mrs B had definitely featured in a couple of my fantasies, but I would never expect them to come to fruition.

One spring day I went over to call on Chas, as the sun was shining and it seemed like the perfect afternoon to lie in the nearby woods and smoke a joint or two. I went around the rear of the house an opened the door leading to the kitchen (the back door was never locked during the daytime and I was free to enter and leave as I wanted) to find Alice sitting at the kitchen table in tears, a bundle of papers in front of her. She straightened up as I entered and said with a forced smile, "Oh, hello there Dave. Chas is out I'm afraid".

"That's OK," I replied, "what's the matter Mrs B?"

She stood up and started wiping some already clean dishes that were sitting on the drainer. 

"Just that no good bloody husband of mine." She said, obviously struggling to control her emotions.

I glanced at the bundle of papers sitting on the table. They were from a law firm, official looking, and contained phrases such as "irreconcilable differences" and "decree nisi".

Alice turned around, her face flushed and her eyes red. "That fucking bastard!" she exclaimed, "Six months without a word and he sends divorce papers through the post. The cowardly, gutless...." she didn't finish the sentence as she dissolved into helpless sobbing, her face screwed up and her shoulders heaving. I stepped over to her and, not sure what to say, placed a hand on her shoulder, whereby she took me in her arms and really let the floodgates open. I held her, muttering inane comments such as "there there" and "things'll be OK", (as I said I was a good listener, not a talker), to my shame noticing the warm smell of her hair and the way her ample chest pressed into mine.

After a few minutes she gathered herself and looked me in the eye. "Sorry to unburden all this on you Dave. You shouldn't have to listen to my crap."

I muttered something along the lines of "not at all glad to be of help," and we sat down at the table.

It turned out that Chas had gone in to town to collect something from another mate of ours and would be gone for the afternoon and his brother and sister were at their grandparents for the weekend. We sat and chatted for a while and as time went by Alice seemed to cheer up a little, and I managed to persuade her, at least for now, that she was better off without her good for nothing husband.

"You're right Dave. No more tears. In fact let's celebrate" she said, reaching into her purse. She pulled out a couple of notes and handed them to me. "Nip down to Jack's and get me a decent bottle of wine. He knows what I like. There's some beers in the fridge but I feel like a couple of glasses of vino! I'll straighten myself up while you're gone and we'll have a drink to celebrate."

Jack ran the local off-licence just around the corner, and although eighteen was the legal age for buying booze he knew both the Burrows and my family pretty well and would know that I certainly wouldn't be buying a half decent bottle of wine for myself and Chas to glug in the woods on a Friday afternoon.

When I returned after about fifteen minutes or so I entered the kitchen to hear Alice shout, "I'm out on the veranda! Grab a beer from the fridge on your way!"

We jokingly called it a veranda, but it was little more than a small platform at the side of the house overlooking the neighbouring fields, with just enough room for a table and two chairs. Chas and I would often sit out here to smoke a spliff so as not to smoke out the house and arouse suspicion.

Alice was already sitting in one of the chairs, on the table a bottle opener and two wine glasses. "I brought out another glass in case you fancied a drop of wine Dave. But you're welcome to the beer if you prefer."

She had indeed changed and straightened herself up. Her blonde hair was brushed, falling over her shoulders as it caught the afternoon sun. She had changed into a light print patterned sundress which came to about half way down her thighs as she sat cross legged in the low chair. She had a look in her eye that I couldn't quite make out as she sat in the sunlight looking beautiful and sexy in way I hadn't noticed before.

I realised I had stopped dead in my tracks and was blatantly staring at her shapely legs disappearing into the hem of her skirt and the way the low cut of her dress exposed quite a bit of cleavage, where I could just make out the lacy top of her bra peeking above the neckline.

I sat down, blushing furiously, stammering, "um, Jack said you'd like, er, this one. It's nice. Apparently."

"Open it for me would you Dave," she said with a smile as she stretched her legs out in front of her. I fumbled with the corkscrew, poured her a glass and then opened my beer.

"Cheers! To new beginnings," she exclaimed as she sat up in her chair, raising her glass. "Cheers!" I replied, clinking my bottle against it, noticing that how she was sitting let me see just a little bit more of her cleavage. I looked up to find her staring straight into my eyes, obviously aware of where my gaze was directed, but all she did was sit back and sip her wine with a strange smile on her face.

We sat in silence for what seemed like several minutes when she looked at me, and sat forward again. It seemed to me as though she had come to a decision and was readying herself to say something. 

"You know, Dave..." this was all she got out, as the phone started ringing indoors. She muttered "Bugger" under her breath and rose to answer it. She edged passed me to get to the door, her bum just inches from my face so I could make out the outline of her undies below the thin dress. I'm sure she gave a small, totally unnecessary wiggle of her rear as she went inside. 

I took the opportunity to rearrange my seating position as I was by this time fairly aroused and needed to adjust my pants to accommodate my semi hard member.

I sat for a while enjoying the sunshine and the beer and the image of Alice's body, the combination of the three making me feel little light headed. After a few minutes Alice returned and, after sidling past me again (treating me to another view of her beautiful rear) returned to her seat.

It turned out that it was Chas on the phone, saying that he was still in town and would it be OK if he stayed over at a mate's for the night.

"I told him you were here. He apologised and said he'd catch up with you tomorrow. You don't mind do you? I'm sure we can think of something to keep us amused for the rest of the afternoon."

There was that smile again. I swear that she cast the briefest glace down at the front of my jeans before she stretched out fully in the chair and closed her eyes, basking in the spring sunlight. 

This time I couldn't help but stare. She was so sexy sitting there like that; shapely legs extended and her full bosom pressing against the thin material of her dress which had ridden up a little, exposing more of her pale thighs. I drank in the sight for what seemed like ages until I realised that her eyes were now only part closed and she was watching me as attentively as I was looking at her. 

"You know Dave," she said, not moving. "You've been very kind to all of us these last few months. Especially to me, listening to all my trials and tribulations. I wish there was a way I could thank you."

I was in a bit of a daze, very turned on by now but still embarrassed to be caught peeking at Alice like some sort of perv, so I just mumbled something along the lines of "Don't mention it Mrs B, it's nothing, really."

Alice raised herself so she was sitting on the very edge of her seat. As I said the "veranda" was very small and our faces were no more than a foot or so away. "No really, there must be some way I can show my appreciation" she said, looking me straight in the eyes again.

After a brief pause she said, "Do you think I'm sexy, Dave? I mean for a wizened forty-two year old."

Taken slightly aback I exclaimed, "No! I mean yes! I mean...you're not that old Mrs B, and you look pretty sexy to me. And to any sensible guy I would have thought!"

She smiled, more at my nervousness than anything I think, and whispered "Thank you kind sir. And I think you should call me Alice, don't you?" moving her face closer to mine. Even in my dazed state I knew what she was about to do and leaned forward until our lips met. We kissed, tentatively at first, but gradually built up the intensity until we were exploring each other mouths with our tongues. Soon she was sitting on my lap holding the back of my head as she kissed me deeper, our breathing heavier now, as we lost ourselves in each others' embrace. My by now fully hard member was pressing into the flesh of her thigh through our clothing, causing me some discomfort. Alice broke away from our kiss and looked down at my crotch.

"Oooh, well there's the answer to my question I think!" she said with a small giggle. "Maybe we should do something about that..." She stood up and taking me by the hand led me indoors, through the kitchen, along the hallway and to the bottom of the stairs. Here she turned at looked at me.

"It's been six months since any man has been in my bedroom. Even longer since anything actually happened there. I hope you will remember this afternoon for a long time, because I only intend for it to happen this once. And nobody is to know about it, especially Chas and the others. You OK with that?" All I could do was stare at her and nod dumbly. 

I followed her up the stairs, catching a magnificent view of her thighs, almost shaking in anticipation of what was to take place. She stopped at a door and turning to me with a smile pushed it open, beckoning me with her index finger. She closed the door behind us then walked over to the window and cut out the sun's glare by pulling the curtains closed, but still leaving ample illumination in the room. 

I stood where I was, not sure as to what would happen next. Alice took a couple of paces toward me so we were just inches apart. "I think we should get naked, don't you?" she murmured and took hold of the bottom of my t-shirt. I raised my arms so she could pull it over my head.

T-shirt discarded, she brushed her fingertips over my torso letting out a murmur of appreciation. Although I wasn't exactly Mr Universe I did play a lot of sport so was pretty fit. The feel of her fingers caressing my chest was getting me more turned on than ever, making my now totally rigid prick very uncomfortable in my jeans, a fact that Alice seemed to recognise, as she moved her hand down to undo the top button, and then slowly slid the zip down. She tugged them all the way to the floor and I stepped out of them so I was standing in just my briefs, rock hard cock straining against the material. 

The tip of Alice's tongue protruded slightly as she licked her lips, as she turned the attention of her fingers to the front of my undies, brushing just the tips over my throbbing cock. Hooking her thumbs under the waistband she lowered them over my legs, her face coming just a fraction of an inch from the swollen, purple head of my cock as it was sprang free from the confines of my underpants. 

"Oh my," she breathed as she stared at my erection, "You are a well built young man Dave, I think I'm going to enjoy getting to know you better."

"OK, my turn" she said, turning her back to me. Needing no further encouragement, I found the clasp of her dress with fumbling fingers, then eased down the zip. Her dress fell to the floor, forming a pool around her ankles, exposing the curve of her back from her shoulders to the waistband of her knickers. I ran the tip of one finger softly down the length of her spine, eliciting a deep sigh and a shudder which ran through her body. 

"Now the bra young man," she gently ordered in an almost school mistress fashion. Not being one to disappoint, with still trembling fingers I unhooked the clasp, slid the straps from her shoulders and cast the article onto a nearby chair. 

Alice turned around. Her breasts were full but still firm, dark brown aureole surrounding the nipples. I took her lead and started to gently brush my fingertips over the soft skin, grazing over the nipples which stiffened as her breathing came quicker. I cupped a breast in each hand, marvelling at their weight in my palms while gently pinching the now hard nipples between finger and thumb.

"I seem to be over dressed," she said looking down, giving me the hint to remove her knickers.

I knelt, took the waistband between my fingers and tugged the thin cotton garment down over her thighs, past her knees and to her ankles where she stepped out of them. I stood, and we drank in the sight of each others' nakedness; my wiry frame with my manhood jutting out of a dark tangle of pubic hair, her body curving beautifully from her shoulders to her narrowing waist before widening to the oh-so-sexy roundness of her hips and thighs, a triangle of pale blonde curls covering the mound of her sex. 

Alice turned and slowly walked to the bed, pulled back the covers and lay down on her back, one knee slightly bent, and patted the space beside her in invitation. Of course I needed no further encouragement and lay down on my side next to her, revelling in the sight of her nakedness. We kissed deeply, her fingers again brushing over my chest, then down over my stomach, then further down until I let out a small gasp as she wrapped her hand around throbbing dick. Likewise, my fingers traced a pattern from her breasts to her belly and down until I felt the tight curl of her pubes. She let out a soft moan and slowly opened her legs, thighs parting to allow me access to her most secret of places. Her hand was alternately fondling my balls and slowly stroking the full length of my rigid shaft as my hand moved still lower to run a finger between her labia. Her pussy lips felt hot and swollen and she was already very wet.

"She broke away from our kiss, saying, "You see how turned on you've made me Dave? Can you feel how wet I am for you?"

In reply I slipped my middle finger into her, eliciting a sharp gasp as she bit her lower lip. I began to slowly move it in and out, at the same time moving my mouth down to suck at one of her breasts. Her hips were moving in time with my finger fucking, her breathing coming quicker as I slipped a second finger into her wet, slippery sex and I began massaging her now swollen clit with my thumb. Her ministrations on my cock had now become a little more vigourous, her hand squeezing and stroking the shaft and head to the extent I was worried that I would blow my load too soon. 

She seemed to sense this and moved her hand to cup my balls. "I think you should use that cock for what it's meant for now don't you?" She pulled me on top of her, legs spread wide as she took my cock in one hand and placed the tip at the entrance to her pussy. With a slight thrust the tip entered her and I felt her warm soft flesh engulfing my manhood until my whole length was inside. She let out a low moan, holding me tightly, one hand on the back of my neck and the other gripping my bum, as she held me deep inside her.

"Oh god that feels so good Dave, your cock feels so good inside me. Does it feel good to you? Do you like having your cock inside my pussy?"

It was all I could do to reply, "Oh yes, Mrs B, it feels fantastic, it's so tight and hot! I love the feeling of your pussy around my cock!"

Her voice was a hoarse now as she whispered in my ear, "Fuck me Dave, will you fuck me with that big hard cock of yours?"

"Oh yes, Alice, I'll fuck you...my cock is so hard and wants to fuck your pussy so badly..." with this I withdrew my prick until the head was just about parting her pussy lips, then slowly thrust the whole length back into her welcoming snatch. Alice held me tighter, grabbing my buttocks and thrusting her pelvis into me as we found our rhythm. The bed was soon creaking in time with our passion, mixed with the sound of our bodies meeting and our gasps and cries of pleasure.

I knew I wasn't going to last must longer, and slowed down my thrusts to make the moment last a little.

"Don't worry Dave, I want you to come now, I want you to shoot your spunk inside me, come on Dave, fuck me and come for me, come for me now!"

Well that was enough to send me over the edge. I let out a long groan as I rammed my cock even deeper than ever inside Alice's pussy and held it there, my mind and body totally consumed by the sensations coursing through me. My cock spasmed, squirting several hot streams of my seed against her cervix. She wrapped her legs around my hips, her breath becoming ragged as she let out a series of small whimpers. "Stay there", she whispered, "I coming, I'm coming over your big hard cock! Oh god!" Her body was trembling beneath me as she ground her hips against mine, squeezing my throbbing, twitching prick with her vaginal muscles, milking it for every drop of pleasure she could extract. 

Eventually she began to slowly relax, her legs falling to the bed and her beautiful sexy body lying limp beneath me. We kissed deeply and continued fondling and nuzzling each other for what seemed like ages, until eventually my softening penis slipped from her pussy, allowing our mingled juices to seep out onto the bed sheets. 

"Well that's one wet patch I won't mind sleeping in," she giggled, gently pushing me from on top of her and propping herself up on one elbow to look at me.

I ran a hand from her shoulder, over her flank and caressed her hips and thighs. I was unsure what was going to happen next, so asked, "Was that OK? Did you enjoy that?"

"You couldn't tell? It's been months since I had man and that's just what I needed. And you know the best part?"

"I know what the best part was for me!" I said with a grin.

She let out one of her sexy giggles again, "No, you silly boy. The best part is that it is not yet four in the afternoon, and we have the whole house to ourselves until the morning. We are going to have such fun!"

(To be continued ...probably)

Mrs B Ch. 02



We lay on the bed for a while, stroking each others' bodies, kissing and exchanging small talk. Alice then sat up and declared, "Well there's a bottle of wine to finish and we'd best get something to eat. After all we need to keep our strength up! I'll see what I can find in the fridge while you take a shower if you like."

My face must have showed my disappointment at the idea of rising from our little love nest, as she added, "Don't worry, we have plenty of time to indulge ourselves, the whole house is ours until the morning!"

We rose from the bed, Alice slipping on her dress (I noticed that she didn't bother putting on her bra or knickers), and me picking up my clothes to make my way to the bathroom. I had no trouble finding where everything was as I'd crashed here many times before after hanging out with Chas for a night, although everything seemed a little different now after effectively losing my virginity to his mother. 

It was about this time that what had happened began to sink in. I had never felt such a confused mix of feelings in my life. On the one hand I was in a state of euphoria at finally having "wet my willie" as Chas and I phrased it. On the other I had fleeting bouts of panic that it had happened with my best mates Mum! He'd go fucking ape-shit if, or more likely when, he found out, and that would be the end of our friendship. Then I'd think, well maybe he'd be OK with it, then ponder on the scenario of him shagging my Mum. I know I'd go berserk if I was in his position. But then my parents were still together, so it was different. Or was it? 

My mind was seething with all these thoughts as I showered, dried off and slipped on my clothes to make my way downstairs. All doubts were immediately banished however when I entered the kitchen to be greeted by the sight of Alice bent over, reaching for something at the bottom of the fridge. I suspect it as a deliberate act, as she bent at the waist, legs straight, her skirt ridding up to the top of her thighs allowing a tantalising glimpse of just the bottom of her curvy bum with the merest hint of her labia showing between her thighs.

I quietly approached and ran a hand up the back of her thigh, to leave it resting on one beautifully rounded bum cheek. She jumped slightly and let out one of her sexy giggles, but stayed bent over rummaging in the fridge. I then ran my middle finger down between her buttocks, continuing lower until I was gently massaging her semi exposed sex. Her pussy felt a little sticky from our previous love making, but soon it was slick and wet, and I slipped my middle finger in to her, eliciting a low moan. Obviously I was stiff as a board again, and was dying to take her right there in the kitchen. 

But she stood up, turning to face me and, as she grabbed my erection through my jeans, said,"Ready to go again already? Well you'll have to wait a little while we get some food. As I said, we need to keep our strength up. There's bread, cheese and lots of other stuff. You get it together on a plate and we'll sit out on the veranda to eat. I'm going to take a shower." We kissed and she let me have another feel of her pussy before she left the kitchen to go upstairs.

I readied the food and made myself comfortable on the veranda. Before too long she came to the veranda, fresh from the shower and wrapped in a cotton robe. It was a warm night so no further clothing was necessary and we ate and chatted almost as though we had not just been upstairs locked in the most passionate of embraces. Almost, because I couldn't help glancing at her cleavage and her exposed thigh where the robe had fallen away and imagining what we might be about to get up to for the rest of the night.

Food finished, Alice said, "Would you clear these away please Dave? I just need to pop upstairs. I'll be back down in a couple of minutes." Again she sidled past me to the door. This time I could not resist copping another feel of her smooth thigh as she passed. 

I cleared the plates, washed up the few that we had used and was getting a beer from the fridge when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, along the hallway. Alice appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. 

It was all I could do to prevent my eyes popping from their sockets. She was wearing a black silk blouse, quite obviously neglecting to put on a bra underneath, as her hard nipples were poking against the thin material. The blouse was tucked in to a black leather skirt, stretched tight around her hips, and short enough to expose just the tops of the sheer black stockings. On her feet was a pair of strappy high heeled sandals, accentuating the curve of her shapely legs. "I haven't worn this get up in ages," she said. "Do I look OK Dave?" she asked, a little nervously I thought.

"I...God, Mrs B you look fantastic! Very sexy! " I gushed. And indeed she did, as she moved toward me with a sexy swagger and breathed, "Good. Right answer young man."

We kissed, deeply and passionately, with her moving me back until my bum was against the edge of the table. I soon had one hand on her breast, squeezing and fondling, marvelling at the feel of it beneath the thin silk. The other hand moved up between her nylon clad legs, until I reached her naked thigh. Stroking and squeezing I moved up further to meet her knickerless pussy beneath her skirt. All this time she had her hand on my throbbing erection through my jeans, until eventually she managed to undo my flies and let it spring free. She lowered herself to her knees, pushed my jeans to the floor and grasped the shaft of my cock in her hand. She gently stoked it for a few moments, staring at it as if hypnotised, then looked up at me as she licked just the very tip with her tongue. I was feeling hypnotised myself as she opened her lips, moved her head forward and engulfed the tip of my cock in her mouth.

I had never felt anything so amazing in my life. Her mouth, wet and warm, was bobbing on my cock as her hand stroked the shaft, her tongue making slurping noises as it ran circles around the swollen head. Occasionally she would stop sucking and wank my hardness, slick with her saliva. Then she would take me back into her mouth and repeat the process. I just wanted it to go on forever, so good did it feel, but I knew by the tightening of my balls that I would not be able to hold back for much longer. 

"Oh, Mrs B, I'm going to come if you carry on like that," I groaned. 

She took me out of her mouth and looked up at me, "Good," she said with a grin, "that is the point of the exercise you know."

With that she took me even deeper into mouth and started wanking me even faster. Well as you can imagine, that was all I could take and with my knees trembling and my head spinning my cock spasmed for the second time today as I released spurt after spurt of my sperm into Alice's willing mouth. It was all I could do to mutter "Oh God, yes, oh God! Oh my God!" as she kept her lips clamped over my throbbing manhood, not releasing her heavenly grip for a moment. She took every drop, except for a small dribble running from the corner of her mouth. 

She let my still hard cock slip from her mouth and, wiping my spunk from her chin with her index finger and licking it off the tip, looked up at me and uttered, "I think you enjoyed that didn't you?" 

"Jeez Mrs B, that was amazing. I can't believe you swallowed all of it!"

"Good," she said. And there was that naughty, sexy smile again, which I was recognising as a sign that she was about to come up with another little something for us to do.

She stood up and we exchanged places. With a little hop she was sitting on the kitchen table, her short skirt riding up, exposing the blonde curls of her pubes. 

"Have you ever gone down on a woman before, Dave?" She asked. 

"Er, no, not as such, Mrs B."

I'm not sure what 'not as such' was supposed to mean', as a straight 'no' would have been accurate. Although with the confidence of youth, and from reading the stories in my Dad's girlie mags, I reckoned I would make a pretty good job of it and had been yearning to try for ages.

Alice lifted her legs until her feet were on the edge of the table, parting her knees as she did so, giving me a magnificent view and clear access to her noticeably moist vagina. I knelt before her and planted a couple of light kisses on her bare thigh between her stocking top and her sex. I slowly worked my way up, softly brushing her protruding labia with my lips, eliciting a small shudder of pleasure. Placing a hand on the inside each thigh I parted her legs wide to reveal her pussy glistening with her juices, her clit just poking out from its hood. 

With just the tip of my tongue I gave it a long, slow lick from just above her bum to the small nub at the top. After a couple more of these Alice's breathing became quicker, and she moaned softly, "Oh, that's it Dave, God that feels so good..." At this I picked up the tempo a little and increased the pressure with my tongue.

Alice seemed to be enjoying my first attempts at cunnilingus, breathing heavily and letting out small grunts and groans of pleasure. I too was thoroughly enjoying myself, revelling in the scent and taste of her excitement, a heady mixture of musk and saltiness. Before long her pussy was soaking wet and open, enabling me to probe her inner folds as she started grinding her crotch against my face. Moving up slightly I started paying attention to her clit. Surprised at how hard it was, I began circling my tongue around it in small circles, interspersed with the odd gentle nibble. 

"Oh yes, like that!" Alice gasped, taking hold of the back of my head and pushing my mouth even firmer against her. "Just there, lick my clit Dave, just there! Oh God that's so good!" She was now lost to her pleasure, forcing my eager mouth against her soaking pussy, grinding her clit against my tongue to the extent that I was struggling to breath. But there was no way I was coming up for air now, as I sucked hard on her hard little button, flicking my tongue rapidly over the tip.

I could feel her vaginal muscles contracting as she whispered hoarsely, "Oh my God yes, like that! Don't stop Dave, just there, I'm coming, oh God I'm coming!" Her voice trailed away into a low, guttural moan as her body shook and she let loose a flood of delicious juice into my mouth and over my chin and face. Her breath came in small gasps as she rode out her orgasm, her body eventually relaxing as I continued to kiss and nuzzle at the soaking wet folds of her pussy. Finally she gave one last shudder and pulled my face away from her. 

"Well you seem to know what you're doing down there!" she said pulling me to my feet and kissing me deeply, my face and chin still slick with her juices. While we were locked on our embrace her hand moved down to grasp my now once again fully erect prick in her hand and started wanking it slowly. 

She let herself down off the table without breaking our kiss and placed the tip between her legs, rubbing it against her clit. She was so slippery and wet down there but I knew what I wanted this time, still having the image of her bending over in front of the fridge in my mind. Taking her shoulders in my hands I turned her around. She sensed what I was wanting and lay her body face down on the table, her beautiful round bum in the air, her still swollen pussy framed invitingly between her stocking tops and the hem of her skirt.

"Mmm, I like that idea, take me from behind Dave, let me feel that lovely big cock inside me again..." she purred. 

Obviously that was exactly what I had in mind, so I lined up my cock at the entrance to Alice's pussy, and with a single push slipped it in until its full length was engulfed by her beautifully tight vagina. Wasting no time I started thrusting, fucking her with long firm strokes. She was letting out a small grunt with each thrust, her hands gripping the edge of the table. Picking up the pace I grabbed a buttock in each hand and parted her cheeks to allow an uninterrupted view of my rigid member as, coated with her juices, it disappeared and reappeared between her labia. 

Soon I was fucking her hard and fast and her grunts turned into a long, low moan and I knew she was coming again as her muscles tightened around me and pussy became even wetter. She was muttering under her breath "Oh god yes, fuck me Dave, fuckmefuckmefuckme..." The room was filled with the sounds of our passion; Alice's moans, my grunts and my thighs slapping against her backside.

I felt like I was on the verge of releasing my load, but I was determined to last longer than the first time, so gritted my teeth and continued banging away at Alice's pussy. Her voice was merely a whimper now, her whole body shaking, her knuckles white as she clung tightly to the edge of the table. Suddenly she let out a loud, almost animal like groan, startling me into pausing in my thrusting.

"Don't fucking stop now!" she growled, "I'm gonna come again, oh God I'm gonna come again..." I resumed my thrusting, causing her to emit another animalistic groan. Well that was it for me, and I felt my spunk moving up through my shaft. My orgasm seemed to last for ages as I rammed my swollen cock in and out of Alice's pussy until it became so sensitive I had to stop, holding it deep inside her as the last waves of her climax subsided.

We stayed like that for quite a while. My head was spinning and my knees were weak, while Alice lay on the table breathing heavily, not moving. Eventually my erection subsided, and my softening cock slipped from her pussy, allowing a trickle of my spunk mixed with her juices to run down her thighs. 

I stroked and squeezed her buttocks, at which she sighed and murmured, "Give me a couple of minutes. I don't think I can quite move just yet." 

Well that was just fine by me. It meant I could continue fondling her and take in the magnificent sight of her buttocks and thighs, and her swollen, wet freshly fucked pussy.

I must say I was feeling rather pleased with myself.

Part 3 to come...maybe.