"Sure, something has gone wrong with the electricity though, the wiring, you know what he's like, thinks he's Mr DIY but really...."

I laughed at the idea of Mr Klausen struggling with the wrong sockets or plugs or whatever. But all I was really thinking about was Stella, how she was now half-standing, half-crouching, still with her back to me, holding her pussy lips open, and moving back towards me. My dick was still out of my jeans, straining, hard, pre-come leaking from the swollen purple head. And now she was against me, rubbing those folds, those wet lips, against my bell-head.

"Are you okay?" asked Ana. "You've gone very quiet."

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I'm going to have to go now. Can I call you back later?"

Stella's cunt lips were now pushing against the head of my cock, trying to swallow me up. She was shifting her weight back towards me, willing me to push into her.

"But James, what the...?"

I hung up. Dropped the phone on the sofa. I reached for Stella's large, heavy buttocks, took one in each hand, and pulled her down, hard, onto my erect knob. I couldn't believe how easily I sank into her. My first pussy. My first fuck. I instinctively knew what to do. There was only a smidgen of resistance, and then I was inside, all the way inside, the sensitive shaft encased with warm, slippery cunt. As tight as a glove. As she leaned back into me, she murmured little entreaties. "That's it, good boy. Take me. In the pussy. In the cunt."

I couldn't believe how dirty she sounded as she shifted her weight so that she was half sitting on my lap, half leaning forward. She began to raise herself up and down, creating a little rhythm, sinking down to my balls, then lifting herself up again. I reached up to unclip her bra, pulling it off, greedily, taking those big tits in my hands, squeezing and clutching as I began to fuck her hard from beneath.
 
The phone was ringing again. I knew it was Ana. She would be upset, distraught maybe. Wondering what her boyfriend was doing.

What was I doing? Good question. Even I could barely believe the sight in front of me, Stella's head down near the carpet, her pussy impaled on my rigid, so-sensitive cock. I knew it wouldn't be long before I let rip inside her. I could tell from the way she was chanting, telling me I was a good boy, ordering me to take her, faster, to make her take it. Her pussy was making a squelching noise as she rode up and down, her back to me.

"Get on your back," she ordered.

"What?"

"You heard me."

She pulled herself off and stood up.

I lay down on the ground, obediently.

"I want to face you when we both come," she said.

She was placing one thigh on either side of my head, ordering me to lick her. And then, when I had tongued her thoroughly, licked her all over, her slipperiness, she shifted position so that she was above my groin, facing me. I noticed how hard her pink