I didn't see much more of Stella that day; she was out doing shopping and other errands, and I was trying to knuckle down to my studies. I barely noticed the day pass, so engrossed was I in my books. I forgot to have lunch, even, and was surprised to see that it was nearly 6pm when I looked up at the old grandfather clock in the corner of the living room. Outside, behind the glass windows, shadows of trees were dappling the green of the lawn. I went into the kitchen to put the kettle on for a cup of tea. And I remembered Ana. Lovely Ana. My beautiful, blonde, adorable girlfriend. I wondered what she was up to over in Norway, whether she was studying too, or whether she was out partying. With friends, maybe? Male friends? I felt a pang of jealousy. Also guilt. I had only been away for a few weeks and already... I had a flashback of this morning: Stella lying back on the kitchen table, my tongue deep in her cunt, her lost in orgasm. Cumming in my face. The wet flesh against my mouth. The sounds she made, as if she was losing control. Almost screaming with pleasure, her knees clamped around my head. 

I realised I hadn't spoken to Ana for a couple of days, and picked up my mobile to call her. As the phone rang I picked up my mug of tea and went back into the living room, settling down in the big sofa.

"James, it's so good to hear from you," she said, excited. "It's been too long. Where have you been? What have you been up to?"

I started to tell her about my Ph.D., how it was going okay, but it was difficult. She seemed a very long way away, and I couldn't tell if she was interested in my discourse about complex physics equations and so on. I wondered if I was boring her a little.

"No sweetie, not at all, it all sounds, um, really interesting," she insisted, "I just feel like you're so, I dunno, so far away at the moment. When are you coming back?"

The door opened, quietly. Auntie Stella walked in. I looked up, startled by her sudden presence. And by what she was wearing. She had put on a set of matching underwear, black lacy bra, black lacy knickers, with matching suspenders and stockings. She looked incredible. Stella had applied fresh make-up, and her face looked radiant and glowing. She stood in the door, watching me, saying nothing. I knew that she had come for me. To take me. Again.

"So, Ana," I continued. "Tell me about Norway. What have you been up to? Any good parties? Been out much?"

She started to tell me all about her summer holiday, in her lovely, soft, Scandinavian accent. I thought - as I had so many times before - how good her English was, for a second language, she was so very fluent.

By now Stella had crossed the room and was sitting on the sofa next to me. She had a strange look on her face, half-amused, half-serious. I wondered what she was up to. Her skin looked soft and creamy, pale under the black underwear. I knew that I wanted her. Again. Her hand reached out and began to stroke my legs, through my jeans, her fingers playing with the zipper. With her other hand she was stroking the soft skin of her cleavage, as if inviting me to take a look.

"That sounds lovely Ana," I told her down the phone, trying to ignore Stella as she undid the zipper and reached her hand inside my warm underpants, pulling out my already-stiff organ. "And Peter was there, and Margot, and John? How were they?"

She was carrying on, chatting away in her lilting voice, as Stella began to rub the length of my hardening cock with her soft hand, pulling on me, playfully wanking me off. Poor Ana, I thought. She hasn't got a clue. Maybe I should stop her. Stop Stella. But it felt so good, that reassuring pressure of the fingers, wrapped around my big dick, relishing my length and hardness.

"Margot has started seeing an older man," said Ana. "It's so funny, she met him in a bar, and they've been sleeping together ever since. He's 32! Can you believe it! He's good fun though, not as uptight as you'd expect someone of that age to be. We all went out drinking together two nights ago, he was buying rounds of Jägermeister. It was a lot of fun."

Stella was squeezing me harder, rubbing my pre-come all over my shaft and making a tight fist around it with her fingers. I remembered her age - early 40s, mid 40s - and wondered what on earth my friends would think if they knew what was happening right now. The older woman. My "Auntie Stella", bending over me, opening her lipstick-slicked mouth and starting to lick the end of my erection. I couldn't help but gasp, involuntarily.

"What's up," asked Ana. "Are you okay?"

"Sure... what do you mean?"

"I thought I heard a funny sound. Like your breathing suddenly went a bit odd."

Well, yes, it was hard to sound relaxed with another woman's mouth all over my purple head, licking, sucking, running her tongue down the bluish veins of my stem. She had moved her hand down to my balls, having pulled down my jeans to my ankles. And now she was taking me deep, as deep as she could, between her lips. It felt really fucking good.

"No Ana, I'm fine, I'm listening, there's no problem. Really, it's lovely to be talking to you again, I've missed you, you seem so far away." Stella was now squeezing my balls between her fingers, those fingers with red-painted nails, and my cock was now deep inside her mouth, the entire length, as she deep-throated me. Suddenly she released me from her mouth and got up from the sofa, so that she was standing in front of me, her gorgeous big curves clad in frilly black lace. I was still on the phone, listening to one of Ana's stories. But I couldn't take my eyes off "Auntie".

Slowly, deliberately, Stella climbed up onto the sofa, so that she had one foot on either side of my lap. It looked a little precarious but she had her hand against the wall for support. Her crotch was just inches away from my face, so close that I could see the dark pattern of the material on her knickers. There were a couple of stray wisps of hair sticking out above the garment. The material looked slightly damp. I could smell her arousal.

"Where's Stella, is she there?" asked Ana.

"Oh, she's out shopping, I haven't seen her all day."

That was a lie. Actually, she was balancing in front of me, using her fingers to peel her knickers to one side, showing me her plump, pink labia. Her swollen clit. She was starting to stroke herself, running a finger up and down those wet, delicious lips. I had to swallow, hard.

"And has she been a good host?"

I wondered if there was a hint of jealousy in Ana's voice. She can't have guessed what was going on, surely?!

"She's been great actually, she doesn't get in my way, lets me get on with my studies. And she's a great cook," I said, in my most neutral tone.

I tried not to stare as Stella reached down with her other hand and sank two fingers deep into her tight pink twat. Right in front of me. I could smell her arousal, her soft, feminine scent. I wanted to reach out and lick her, but I couldn't. She was moving her fingers in and out of her silky pink folds, right in front of my face. Looking up, I could see those big, swollen breasts, encased in black satin, hanging heavily like desirable fruits.

"It must be strange though, to be living with someone you haven't seen for so many years. And it's not like you ever really knew her that well, did you?"

"Well, she's been a part of my life for ages, Ana. You know that. Even though I didn't see her for years, she was still a family friend. Speaking of which, how's your family?"

Stella was now running one wet finger over my cheek, dabbing her juices against my mouth, before re-inserting it into her tight cunt. Playfully, she winked at me, then stepped down from the sofa, back on to the carpeted floor.

Ana was telling me about her younger brothers, how annoying they were, and how her Dad wouldn't let her use the family car to go to the water-ski park. I tried to pay attention, agreeing at the right places, trying to sound sympathetic.

But it was hard to concentrate. Because Stella was now crouching on the floor in front of me, facing the door, her ample bottom raised up, the thin black line of her knickers running between her big white cheeks. She wasn't on her hands and knees, but rather in a strange crouching position. She was still wearing a bra. I watched her pull the little black underwear down over her thighs. Her hands were holding her buttocks apart, showing me everything. The tiny pink, puckered hole of her arse. The fat lips of her pussy beneath, slick with her juices. She held the pose for a minute or two, letting me stare at her body.

"And how's the sauna? Has your Dad built it yet?" I was trying very hard to show an interest in Ana. Really I was.

"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 nipples were. This time I watched as she held her lips apart and slowly sank down onto my erect cock. She was holding it with her other hand. This time she felt a little looser than before. But it was still incredible, soft, wet and tight. She rode me like an animal, head thrown back, big tits swinging up and down. She still had her stockings on, her knickers halfway around her knees. Louder, she became. Grunting, moaning, crying out. I was breathing heavily, telling her to take me, to take my big cock, to let herself go, to climax. And then we were there, my nails dug into her back, my face in her big breasts, her cunt squeezing my poor, straining dick. I felt her tighten around me. And I couldn't hold back. It was impossible. I just had to let go. Waves after wave of spunk, thick, white, creamy come, flooding into her. It was like she was milking me, that I couldn't stop pumping my seed deep into her body. Together we cried out, exhaled with delight, it was impossible not to as we both came together, my first proper time with a woman.