1 comments/ 42319 views/ 0 favorites Australian Apartment By: AngryWhiteSemen My wife and I have a great, erotic sex life (even before we met) and we have both turned our experiences into stories. Read LouisaLove for her experiences. This story is different because I was only there for part of the time. Louisa told me the rest, so I have written it all in the third person. And yes, it is true, we are in Melbourne, Australia and the views from the penthouse are amazing. Louisa particularly enjoys watching Paul work out. This is the city which spawned the soap 'Neighbours'. For us it took on a whole new meaning this New Year (2010). As always, the names have been changed. * * * * * Jeff went to the door with her. As always around the house when it was warm he was completely naked so he stopped at the entrance as she went over to the lift and called it. She turned back towards him and said, "Are you sure about this?" She was wearing a clinging black dress which held her ample breasts firmly together framing the soft brown mounds above the low-cut square neckline. It drew in at her curvaceous waist, rounding out again over the twin, firm buttocks which were her best feature. The dress was short by her usual standards, stopping midway down her gorgeous thighs, showing off long legs covered in fishnet stay-ups. But the most significant features of the dress were the diagonal slash-cuts, five in all, each one revealing a hint of the luscious body which lay below, but not quite giving away everything. This dress always turned Jeff on and he felt his cock stiffening. She came over to him and he kissed her. "Yes," he replied softly and slipped his hand up between her thighs to the wetness which he knew glistened under there. Louisa never wore panties. The lift arrived and she turned swiftly away, turning to blow him a kiss as the doors slid closed. He closed the apartment door and went through to the balcony. It was twilight and the view from the penthouse was stunning, as always. The suburb had a low-build policy and, although the apartment was only on the fourth floor, it was at the top of the highest building in the vicinity. The wrap-around balcony looked out to the Dandenong Ranges and as he walked round it he could see the lights of the city beginning to show in the distance, the Eureka Tower dominating the Melbourne skyline. As he continued around the balcony the sun had just sunk into the Western sky and there was a deep ochre glow rising into and ever darkening blue. He could also see the roof-top of the adjacent apartment, just below him. Paul was working out on his multi-gym, the sweat glistening on his naked torso. The apartment across the lane was occupied by two young men, one of whom had a live-in girlfriend. Often there were many other people visiting. It was obviously a great place for a party and, although the music was loud, it was tasteful. Louisa and Jeff enjoyed listening to loud rock and the friendship had started when Paul had turned his music down to listen to something Jeff was playing. Jeff had noticed the shift in the background noise and looked over. Paul was leaning on the parapet of his roof-top deck with the thumbs up. "Great music, mate. I love Pink Floyd." After that exchanges became more frequent and Louisa suggested inviting them around the next time they had a party. Because they lived so near, Paul and Jim and his girlfriend, Sally, were the last to leave that night and Paul unloaded to Louisa about the recent break-up with his own girlfriend. He had thought the relationship was going well and yet she had suddenly gone off with someone else. Louisa consoled him and told him that it didn't mean he had done anything wrong. But there was an innocence about him and she told Jeff afterwards that she felt that Paul was probably too nice, which girls always find frustrating. However, he was fit and physically attractive and would find another girl soon enough. A month after that, Jeff and Louisa were invited back for the Hogmanay celebrations. They took some beers and wine with them and were already quite merry from having had a few beers at the local bar. Jim let them in. Midnight had already passed so they kissed and were kissed, or shook hands in the case of the men, by everyone they passed on the three flights up to the rooftop. Paul was up there and gave Jeff a firm handshake and Louisa a warm embrace. She was wearing a knee-length soft diaphanous red dress, her large, firm breasts accentuated by the balcony bra she wore underneath, the frilly edges of which could be glimpsed tantalisingly as she moved. Paul motioned her to a wooden armchair and she slid into it, her dress riding up her thighs a little. She made no attempt to pull it down. Jeff handed Paul the bag of drinks and grabbed the chair beside Louisa. "Beers?" asked Paul. "There's a bottle of Cava in the bag. Why don't you open that?" Paul went downstairs for glasses and Louisa turned to Jeff. "He's quite cute, you know, and very strong. If he hasn't got a girl yet, and I don't see one, I may have to take him in hand myself. Jeff feigned shock. "Don't come it. You know we've discussed it before and you said..." "It would turn me on to see you with another man," Jeff cut in. "Exactly. And I like Paul, and I feel sorry for him." "I don't think feeling sorry for someone is necessarily a good reason to bed him." "Well I've done that before. Anyway, I'm not being entirely virtuous. Did you see the package under those tight jeans?" At that, Paul reappeared with 3 glasses and uncorked the bubbly. "Where is everyone?" Jeff asked. "There's a couple downstairs who seem to be into each other and the rest have gone down to the beach. It's an Ozzie tradition." "What about you?" Louisa asked. "I need to be here in case any others arrive." He said this as he sat down beside Jeff. "Don't sit there, Paul. I can't see you. Bring your chair round." As she said this, Louisa pointed to a spot in front of us. "That's better. I can see you now." "And you can see Louisa," thought Jeff. Paul was looking at Louisa's breasts appraisingly. "Have you got yourself a new girlfriend yet?" she asked. He looked up quickly, slightly startled by the interruption of his gaze and the directness of the question. "No, I'm being careful this time. I don't want to get hurt again so soon." He was looking directly into Louisa's eyes and the softness of her face suggested sympathy and understanding. This wasn't a man's conversation, so Jeff sat quietly. "But don't you miss the female company and the fun?" she asked. "Well, yes." "And what about, you know?" As she asked this, Louisa crossed one leg over the other, revealing a considerable length of thigh and making her dress slide further up her legs. It wasn't like Louisa to be so diffident and I was impressed by the care with which she was handling him. Normally she would just have come out and said sex. But her body language made it clear that was what she meant anyway. Paul looked slightly lost for words and then uttered, "Well, yes." And then, after a pause while Louisa uncrossed her legs again, "Of course." He glanced down. Jeff looked too. The dress had slid up slightly further and Jeff felt sure that from his vantage point, Paul could see her bare mound of Venus. That was clearly Louisa's intention. "Paul, do you mind if I give you some advice?" As she said this, Louisa leaned forward and took his hand, combining the sensuality of her soft touch with the tantalising view of her deep and welcoming cleavage. Paul didn't answer. "I'm a lot older than you and a lot more experienced. You're a really nice guy." She squeezed his hand. "But girls are never really attracted to the nice ones. They like a bit of excitement, danger: a bit of a thrill. You need to separate out friendship, sex, love and lifelong partnership. It took me 25 years to meet Jeff, and I'm glad to say that we have all of these. But I had to kiss a lot of frogs before I found my prince. I enjoyed the search, the men who were lovers, the men who took me to dinner, and the ones who are still good friends." She let go of Paul's hand and leaned back, crossing her legs the other way this time. Paul was transfixed by the long naked thigh leading up to the pink glimpse of her naked pussy. He felt confused. Louisa was a lot older than him. But very sexy, erotically attractive even. She seemed to be mothering him, giving advice. But she also seemed to be coming on to him, although she hadn't actually said as much. Jeff was keeping quiet, not wanting to break the spell Louisa had cast. But Louisa herself broke it. "C'mon guys. My glass is empty. What does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?" Jeff and Paul reached for the bottle simultaneously, Jeff getting there first. "Sorry Paul, you're the host. You pour." And he handed over the bottle. Paul's hand was unsteady. He spilled some of the sparkling liquid on Louisa's dress. She uncrossed her legs and lifted the hem, making no pretence at hiding what was on show underneath. Paul had a full view of her pink slit. His jaw dropped. She let the skirt fall. "Don't worry. It'll come out. Lucky it was white wine." She smiled. "I see you were looking at my pussy. Wouldn't you like some of that?" Paul's eyes opened wide and he looked over at Jeff. "It's fine with me." Jeff said. "In fact, I think it would be fun for you. You'll find Louisa is very experienced. We've discussed this kind of thing before and I get off on the idea of Louisa with other men." "But I couldn't, I couldn't. It's not right." "Paul, my wife is a very attractive woman and a great shag. She has a huge libido and I can't always keep up. I'd be delighted to let a nice guy like you have her. In fact, I'd be happy to watch." "Don't you think I'm attractive, Paul?" "Yes. But..." "So don't I turn you on?" "No, I mean yes. But I couldn't." He looked at Jeff for help. Jeff realised that he could stop the situation, but didn't want to spoil Louisa's fun. Anyway, it was clear that Jeff's presence was causing some of Paul's discomfort, so he acted. "The bubbly's finished and I fancy a cold one." He stood up. "Anyone else?" "Can I have a glass of red, darling, preferably Shiraz?" "No worries. Paul?" "A beer thanks." With that Jeff disappeared downstairs to search for the cooler. He looked for a bathroom on the way and stumbled in on a couple panting deeply in a bedroom, butt naked. She was sitting on him grinding away and yelling while he let out low grunts. They didn't seem to notice the door opening, so he left it ajar in case closing it again disturbed their rhythm. As he was preparing to climb the spiral staircase back up to the roof, he heard a gaggle of voices behind and a group of revellers re-appeared from the beach followed by Jim and his girl. Jim shouted over them. "Anyone wants a beer just go straight up and I'll bring a pack. The rest of you can find your own poison. I'm officially off-duty for the rest of the party." Jeff hurried up the stair in case Paul and Louisa were in a state of undress. But they were still talking and now Paul was looking more into Louisa's eyes. "The others have arrived back." "I'd better go down and help." Paul seemed in a hurry to get away. Jeff handed him his beer as he passed. Jeff sat down opposite Louisa this time, to enjoy the view Paul had had. Louisa put her hand down and pulled the skirt of her dress up obligingly so that he could see her engorged pussy lips. "They're all coming upstairs." "So?" she replied. He knew better than argue. "That didn't seem to go so well." "Hmm. It did, and it didn't." "Meaning?" "After you left he became a bit more open and we ended up discussing his sexual fears because, do you know he's only had two active partners? And both seemed to be quite straight. Or at least he only did missionary with them. He was nervous about going further in case he pissed them off and in case he did something wrong" "What a shame. And he must be..." "28. Can you believe that?" "You got that from him too?" "I told you. He was much more frank after you left." "But this isn't going anywhere." "Don't bet on it. You should have seen the hard-on in his jeans when he stood up. He must be in absolute agony." "Anyway, I have an idea." She kicked her silver sandals under the chair. "Dance?" she smiled at Jeff. They got home late after much more drinking, Jeff crashing out on a sofa. Louisa's preferred point of escape was the wooden chair on the rooftop in which she fell into a deep sleep. When she awoke, it was daylight and the morning sea-breeze had blown her skirt up around her waist. Her pussy was in full view, but there was no-one else around. She had no idea how long it had been exposed and there was no telling how many men and women had looked at it, but she felt between her legs and could only detect her own juices. "Pity," she said out loud as she made her way to the stairs, spiralling uneasily down and dragging Jeff from his deep slumber as she passed the sofa. They slept until the afternoon and spent the rest of the day welcoming family and friends from all over the world to the New Year on Skype. It was evening before they saw Paul and Jim tidying up on the roof. "Hell of a party." Jeff shouted over. "Thanks for the invite." "No worries, mate," Jim replied. "How do you feel?" Paul busied with the tidying. "Not as bad as I did when I woke up this afternoon. No alcohol for a few days, I think." Louisa appeared at his shoulder. "If you find a pair of silver sandals, they're mine." "Already have. Want us to throw them over?" "No, they might land on the roof. I'll come over and get them sometime. Just put them aside. I've got some shifts to work so probably not for a few days." "OK, then." Paul was looking up by now and gave a wave. Louisa smiled back and tossed her head. "See you." And with that she went back into the apartment. That was for days ago, and as Jeff sat back in his chair overlooking the rooftop opposite he thought what a very sly temptress his wife was. In the lift Louisa checked herself in the full length mirror. She had darkened her eyes more than usual and the raised eyelashes made them both sexy and willing. She had decided that this boy needed help and, as he seemed to be in on his own, tonight would be the night. Jeff's feel up her skirt had confirmed his suspicion that she was hot and as the lift approached the ground floor she put her hands between her legs and pulled out a glistening finger which she tasted. As the lift door opened, Dave, who lived on the 2nd floor, appeared and she winked at him as he let her out. "Hi Dave", she said, huskily. As she walked down the hall, she knew he was staring at her all the way, because the lift doors didn't close. "Well he likes it", she thought. Out on the pavement she turned right and walked round to the neighbours' front door, her high-heeled stilettos accentuating the long fishnet-covered legs. The glimpses of the top of her stay-ups, showing as she moved, announced that these were not all-embracing tights and inviting several men's eyes to mentally undress her as she passed. By the time she had covered the two-minute walk she was almost dripping in anticipation. She passed a taxi waiting on the road and was aware that the driver had a very good view from his seated position. As she turned into the pathway, she bent over to adjust the strap of her shoe giving him a clear view of her naked ass. She was about to ring the doorbell when she was startled by the door opening quickly. It was Jim. "Hi, Louisa. Here for the sandals? I have to dash." He was about to rush past and suddenly noticed her outfit. He appraised her, and being much taller, particularly her cleavage. "Nice outfit." Louisa did not want him suspecting what was up. "Jeff and I are going to a club. I can't dance in these heels, so I need the sandals." "Just go on up. They're on the coffee table. You can't miss them. Just grab them and pull the door when you leave. I have to go. Late." He ran towards the taxi and then turned. "Oh, don't worry if you hear noises, Paul's on the roof working out. With that he jumped into the taxi and turned to the driver. "Did you see?" "Yes, someone's a lucky guy." Louisa closed the door quietly, took off her high heels and tiptoed upstairs. This was a bonus. In the living area on the first floor she spotted the sandals. She put them on the floor under the table. She didn't want to find them. She needed to ask Paul for them. She climbed the spiral staircase to the rooftop and saw Paul doing pull-ups on the multi-gym. He was facing her, but looking into the sky, concentrating. She stood there for a moment, watching the rivulets of sweat running down his chest and admiring the huge biceps as he repeatedly lifted himself. He was wearing tight-fitting gym shorts and his package was clearly visible. He was bathed in the light from the spot above the entrance. She waited until he dropped to the deck and then he saw her figure, although not her face. "Hello?" he asked. And then thinking it was Jim's girlfriend he said. "Sally, Jim just left. He thought you were to meet him at the cinema." "It's not Sally, it's Louisa." She moved forward into the light and he could see her. "I'm looking for my sandals." "They're on the coffee table. How did you get in?" "Jim let me in as he was leaving. He told me that they were on the table, but I can't find them. I didn't want to poke around." "I'll get them for you." He walked towards her. She stopped him as he tried to pass by putting a hand on his chest. "Wow. You have been working out." "I'm sorry, it's not very pleasant." "Oh, but I like it. Don't you normally say hello to a girl when you see her?" With that, Louisa reached her face up to his for a friendly kiss and he, helpless, turned towards her and leaned forward. As their cheeks met, she deliberately put her arm around him, pulling him closer, so that his bare, sweaty body came in contact with her full, sculpted bosom. Flesh on flesh. She turned her head so that their lips met, but briefly, so that it could have been an accident. "That's better," she scolded playfully, fluttering her eyes as she did so. He smiled back, relaxing slightly. "Why are you dressed like that?" "We were meant to be going out to a club. I needed my sandals for dancing." "Were?" "Yes. On the way round I had a call from Jeff. He has to work late. Rush job that has to be finished tonight. No telling when he'll be back, but he'll call me when he's leaving." "Well, I'll find your sandals anyway." "No rush now. But I could do with a beer. This dry heat really gets to me." "Yes, the wind is coming off the desert. I need a drink myself after the exercise." He appeared a moment later, sandals in one hand, bottles in the other. They both took a large swig. "Were you finished?" "Yes. Well no, but I don't need to do any more." "Don't stop for me. I like to see a man with a good body working out. In fact, I often watch you and Jim from our balcony." "Really? OK. I normally finish with some press ups and sit ups." And with that, he lay face-down on the mat in front of the multi-gym and began a series of 5 groups of 10. Louisa was impressed. His body must have been all of 90 kilos and he seemed to lift it with ease. She took a chair and relaxed in it near his feet, crossing her legs and sipping her beer. As he finished his routine, Paul turned over to do his sit ups, hands behind his head. He sat up and found he was looking straight up her skirt. He stopped. "That's very off-putting," he said. She smiled at him. "Don't you like it, Paul?" "Of course I do, that's why it's off-putting." Then, "oh, what's the use." He picked up his towel and rubbed over his body then sat down beside her. Australian Apartment "Cheers." She clinked bottles with him. "What else are you up to tonight?" "Nothing planned. Perhaps some TV." "So we're both at a loose end." "I guess so." "Do you like my dress?" "Of course." She drained her bottle. "Do you have any more of this? It's good." "Sure." He said and started to get up. "No, you sit still." Louisa got up and went for the stair. "You must be tired after all that exertion." Paul thought about how hot and sexy that body was while she was away. He shouldn't think like that. Jeff was a friend. But then Jeff had said it would be OK. Or, at least, that was what he remembered from Hogmanay. He also remembered the way Louisa kept looking at him and saying nice things about him and the way she kept, crossing and uncrossing her legs until her skirt rose so high that he could see, or thought he could see, the pink mound of her love-hole. Oh god, it was a long time since he'd had a woman... Louisa returned with a cooler full of beer and an annoyed look on her face. "I just had a call from Jeff. He'll be at least two hours. No point in going out after that. We might as well party here." From the corner of her eye she could see Jeff. He was just a shadow in the darkness above. But she didn't want Paul to see him so she sat to the other side of him and gave Paul full view up her skirt. "Here." She passed him a beer. "You don't mind me barging in on your quiet evening?" She looked down at his hardening bulge. These shorts were never designed to enclose a fully-erect penis. "No, not at all. I like you." He supped some of the cool liquid. He knew he should be drinking water after exercise, but he was feeling a bit unsteady about everything and the alcohol helped. "Did you think about the things I said?" Was she coming on to him? "I mean separating out love, sex, partnership, friendship and so on?" She wasn't coming on to him. "Yes." "And?" "I don't know. I've been brought up to believe that you should look for them all at once." "And if you're disappointed, you get hurt and stop looking?" "For the moment." "Did it occur to you that your lack of experience might be an issue with your girlfriends?" "Yes. After the other night, when we talked about it" "So you need to get experience." "I guess so." "Do you like my dress?" "Yes." "You give very short answers. A woman likes to be pampered and complimented. Why do you like it?" "You're very sexy in it." "Because?" Paul's throat was drying up. He wasn't used to speaking so openly with women. "Because you have lovely breasts." "I do have lovely breasts, Paul," she answered, "many men have given me compliments on my tits. Do you find anything else attractive?" "Your eyes." "Really Paul?" She stood up from her seat and went over to him. She leaned forward so that he could look closely into them and searched his eyes imploringly. "Do you like my eyes?" Her perfume was powerful and her whole body felt as if it was sweeping over him. He tried to look at her eyes, but her breasts were clearly visible, almost entirely revealed from this angle. "Yes," he said hoarsely. "'Yes, Louisa.' Why do you never use my name? You sound a bit dry, Paul. Have another beer." He was feeling quite heady and he watched as she turned towards the cooler, her rounded ass in touching distance as she leaned away from him to get out a beer. The tops of her sexy criss-cross stay-ups were clearly visible and more than that, he could see her pink vulva between her legs. Still facing away, she asked, "don't you want to ask me something? You can see my naked cunt between my legs. I want you to ask me why I don't wear panties. You have to start the sentence with 'Louisa'." She turned and handed him the beer, sitting back in her own chair with one leg across the arm, so that her full cunt was still clearly visible. "OK. Louisa, why don't you wear panties? I thought it was because you were trying to excite me." "Oh you are a selfish boy, Paul. I don't wear panties for a lot of reasons. Firstly, it's unhygienic. All the fluids which a woman gives off have smells and these turn sour if the fresh air can't get in. Tights are even worse. Can you guess another reason?" "I've heard that they spoil the line of some skirts and trousers," Louisa waited, her eyebrows raised questioningly, "Louisa." he finished. "That's better. I like hearing you say my name. I feel closer to you that way. Yes, that's a good reason, and you will see many women with good bums not wearing knickers, because of that. You should pay close attention. They're doing it so men and other women will notice. And yes, I know it turns men on, but do you know who is most turned on not wearing knickers?" "You, Louisa?" "Yes me. And I feel horny every time the wind blows around inside my skirt and even hornier if I know a man has just caught a glimpse of my touche. Will you let me teach you Paul?" She moved over to him again and ran her hand up the cock straining at his shorts. Getting no reply to her question as Paul gulped at his beer, she unfastened the button and released the zip, pulling the shorts down enough to allow the cock to spring out fully. "Oh, Paul. What a beauty. You must have at least 9 inches here." Louisa ran her hand along the length of the erection with the fingers unable to close around. "And so thick. This is a divine cock, Paul. Let me lick it." Louisa moistened her lips and ran her tongue around the tip, in ever widening circles. Then she spat on her hand and rubbed the length of it, guiding her hand with her tongue. "Tell me if you like it Paul." "I like it Louisa." Paul gave a shudder. His last attempt at defence was gone. "And I would like you to teach me. No-one has ever held my cock as beautifully as you are at this moment. I want you to do more." She raised her head from his tight erection and, still stroking gently and firmly, smiled up at him. "Run your fingers through my hair. It helps me feel your rhythm." Paul laid his hand softly on her head and she returned her mouth to cover the tip of his huge cock. She used her free hand to pull down his shorts and he obliged by taking his weight onto his arms, so that they slid away easily. She dropped them to his ankles and started to caress his balls. They were also huge and very firm. Paul hadn't cum in weeks. She worked her mouth further over his cock whilst running her hand up and down and softly caressing the balls. She could feel his rhythm begin to dictate her movements and she let her head stay still as the cock rose and fell inside her mouth. Paul's grip on her hair changed from soft to firm and he held her there, pushing down with a firm pressure. For his part, Paul had never felt anything like this before. Most girls were frightened off by his size and neither of his girlfriends had been able to take him so deeply in their throats. He could feel the pressure building inside and his penis began to throb violently. "I'm going to..." But Louisa had already stopped working him. "Not so fast, big boy. This isn't one-way, you know." She stood facing him, reached down and gathered the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head in one movement, her large breasts swinging free. She put her high heels back on. "Now, kneel at my feet, Paul. I want you to taste me." Paul dropped forward off the chair onto his knees and Louisa spread her legs apart. "Show me how long your tongue is." Paul licked her. "Push it deep inside me. Deeper." He buried his face until his own lips met her pussy lips and stuck his tongue in as far as it would go. "Now bring it forward and lick me all the way to the tip of my clitoris." Paul knew what she meant but wasn't prepared for what he met. Her clitoris was about 1" long and hard, in the way that a cock gets hard. He hadn't felt this with either of the girlfriends, often struggling to find the right spot. "There, there," Louisa cried, as he reached the very tip of her womanhood. "Keep licking, faster, faster." And then, suddenly, she let out a scream and a jet of warm stickiness caught his face. He pulled back, surprised, only to see that her cunt was wide and dripping with wetness. "Come here, Paul." She pulled him up by the hair. "You are a very good pupil. Now use those strong arms to hold me close." She laid her head on his chest and put her arms around his waist while he held her shoulders and caressed her hair. "Another beer, I think Paul. You really took it out of me there. And then I want to feel that huge cock inside my dripping cunt and see how much sperm you can give." "I nearly blew my load already, Louisa. And aren't you done?" "Oh Paul, that's why I stopped you. I can cum seven or eight times a day, but you a lot less and, anyway, I need to be moist before that monster gets near my tender cunt. Come and lie with me on the mat and take those training shoes off. They look silly." They sipped the beers while looking at the stars, like young lovers. Louisa occasionally ran her hand over his big cock and guided Paul's free hand to gently rub her tits. "How do you feel now, Paul?" Louisa asked. "Very happy, Louisa." "Over your shyness?" "Yes, but is it right?" "Does it feel right?" "Yes." "And it feels right to me. And it's OK by Jeff. As we're the only three people involved, how can it be wrong?" "It's not what I was brought up to believe." "Are you going to tell your parents?" "Of course not." She leaned over him and gently ran a tongue over his nipple. "Then you have to decide on your own rights and wrongs. But believe me, the next young woman you have will be very glad you are more experienced." "I want you to lick my nipple and take it into your mouth." Paul leaned over and ran his tongue around her pinkness. It seemed to be bigger than it had been earlier. Her body was soft and pliable and he ran his hand down between her legs feeling the still-wet mount and the lips spread wide. Louisa pulled up and down on his member, making sure it was firm. "Kiss me," she said and he leaned over her, planting his lips on hers. Their tongues began to dance together, plunging, exploring and heightening their passions. She firmly pushed his hips over and, moving her mouth to the side commanded, "I want to feel your cock. Now" And with that she guided the tip of his massive erection to the open lips of her engorged cunt and ran it up and down the length of her labia, caressing the clitoris as it rose, waiting for him to reach fever point. Paul felt the warmth of her body and the excitement of his seduction rose within him. Louisa's firm hand on his cock and the light rubbing against her mount was sending him into ecstasy. He waited and waited for her to tell him to enter, but nothing came and finally his hips gave an involuntary thrust pushing right into her cunt and slamming against the back. Louisa moaned, first in pain and then immense pleasure as her vagina, widened by this massive cock, overwhelmed by the mix of sensation which can only come when pain and pleasure are intermingled. She gurgled deeply, encouraging him with her hands pulling his hips in and out and in and out. Paul needed no encouragement. His heart was racing and his strong body capable of huge deep thrusts. With each movement he came all the way out and then all the way back in again. Suddenly Louisa's back bucked and her hips rose, lifting him off the ground with amazing strength. She yelled deep animal noises as the friction of his huge member excited her clitoris, stretched her cunt and pounded her deepest insides. She came in waves, her body abandoned to the dizzy excesses of this young stud. As she came her cunt tightened around Paul's member and he exploded inside her, one, two, three, and more endless jets of spunk striking the depth of her cunt. He was yelling loudly. "Louisa, Louisa, Louisa." She could feel their force and pulled him out. "Spray me." She held his cock tight and watched as the streams of cum spread across her stomach and breasts, until at last he collapsed on her in a heap, the slippery sperm-laden fluid warm and sticky between them. His yells became whimpers and then, inexplicably, he began to cry, sobbing quietly into her breast. Louisa stroked his hair like a child, whispering quietly into his ear. "It's OK, It's OK, It's OK." His heaving slowed and he slowly lifted himself onto one elbow. "I'm sorry, Louisa. I don't know..." "Don't apologise. We all have something inside us which needs to get out sometime. You're a very tightly coiled spring and making love has brought it out. I want you to know that the closeness which allowed you to release is not unusual, and I felt it to." Paul smiled and softly caressed her cheek like some huge gorilla. "Thanks Louisa. Somehow I feel so much better and stronger inside now. I have been very afraid of sex and loving and hurting with my cock." "Good. So you should be. It's a fucking monster. But you just need to make sure your woman is ready. Now you big beast of a boy, do you have a shower here and a cloth? Your flatmates will be back soon. Look at the mess your juices have made on the mat as they ran out of me." On the balcony above, Jeff was struggling to keep his breathing quiet as his hand ran up and down his erect cock, giving vent to the excitement he felt at witnessing his wife being fucked by the young man. Louisa told Paul to lead the way down to the bathroom and, as she followed him through the door to the stairs, turned and looked up to her husband. The smile on her face seemed to be saying, "I hope you enjoyed that." The shower was over a bath, and Paul handed Louisa a clean towel, turning to leave. "Come here," she said, "where do you think you're going? I want you to rub me down." She stepped into the running shower and held out her hand, inviting him in. "Rub that soap all over me." She commanded, pointing to a soap-on-a-rope hanging from the shower tap. "Start with my shoulders and then my back." Paul did as he was told. Then she turned to face him. "Now wash my breasts. No, not like that. Slowly, like this." Louisa took the soap from him and gently ran it over her breasts, round and round in decreasing circles until finally she was rubbing her own nipple. She gave an involuntary shiver. "Now do the other breast Paul, just like I did." Paul took the soap and began to run it around the outer edges of Louisa's large breast. He moved slowly inwards and could see the nipple stand to attention as his circles became smaller. Finally he touched the areola very lightly, sliding the soap around the nipple, but not touching it. Louisa was panting quickly. "Give the soap to me now, Paul." She took it from him and worked up a lather between her hands. Then she cupped one hand under each of his balls and slowly circled them round. His cock, which had never quite deflated, started to react and she slid her hands, one following the other, from the base of this perfect penis, down to its tip. By the time she slid them back down his shaft, it was as hard as a steel rod and she longed to feel it inside her again. Louisa passed the soap back to Paul. "You haven't washed my cunt yet. You got it all dirty with your filthy spunk. Now you need to wash it off." Use the soap. She spread her legs and motioned him. I want you to push it inside me. Paul looked briefly in amazement, but was getting to know that Louisa meant everything she said, so worked the lips apart and began to push the soap up her vagina. "Further, Paul." It slipped inside her with ease, and she gave a little cry of pleasure as it did so. "Now pull it out again Paul and replace it with that huge prick. I want to feel your strength. Lift me onto your cock and work me up and down." Paul grabbed her buttocks and raised her off the floor of the bath. Louisa reached down with her hand and guided his altar to the mouth of her temple. He lowered her slowly down and, because of the mix of cum and soap, this time all she could feel was the pleasure of her cunt widening. She wrapped her legs around Paul's hips and began to work up and down, in rhythm with his hands pulling at her. The ecstasy filled her whole vagina and each time she rose and fell, his stiff erection rubbed at her clitoris raising her ever higher until she felt weightless, floating in a cloud of happiness. Suddenly she felt the juices welling inside her and with a deep groan, grabbed at his bum, grinding his cock up into her. "Harder, Paul, harder, fuck me, fuck me really hard." Paul pulled her tight and lifted and dropped her over his cock, fighting against her clinging thighs. Louisa's demanding to be fucked made him even more horny and he took her hard. "You asked for it, you bitch," he said as he strained to the very limits, eliciting a cry of pain from Louisa. "You'll be well and truly fucked when I'm finished." "Yes, Paul. I'm a bitch and a whore and I want you to fuck me stupid." Paul pushed Louisa down into the bath and the water showered over them as he pulled her legs away, grabbing at her hands and pinning them back. Struggling but helpless, she fought against her restraint but her cries told Paul that she was enjoying every thrust. Suddenly her back arched and she gave way to the most magnificent cum. She wrestled her hands free, grabbed his neck and pulled him down biting his lip in her frenzy. Paul yelled and the pain and the tightening cunt made his cock pulse and release, pulse and release. "Fill me, big boy, fill me up." He strained one last time, then fell, crumpled, onto her voluptuous body. They lay like that for a few minutes. "Paul, I need to go, Jim and Sally will be back any minute and you probably don't want them to catch us." "That was fucking magnificent, Louisa. I really don't give a monkey's whether they know or not now. I feel free." "Hmm. Let's keep it our little secret just now, though. Now get up, because I can't lift you off me." Louisa stood up and dried off then popped up to the roof for her dress, slipping it over her as she went back down. She gave Paul a quick hug and a kiss as she went down to the door. "Will I see you again?" he called after her. "We'll see." And with that she left. Paul stared at the door for a few minutes and then turned back up the stair, trying to recall exactly what had happened to him and why he had suddenly become so animalistic. Jeff was waiting the balcony, his masturbation having given him only temporary release and his cock semi-erect as he nursed a glass of whisky and took pleasure in drawing on a cigar. "Wow. That was quite a show." "And you missed the finale downstairs." "Why don't you sit on my knee and tell me about it then?" "Listen, hungry boy, I can see that weapon you're packing. Can't a girl get a moments rest? Get me a whisky and then I'll tell you about it." When he got back, he handed her the whisky. She was sitting opposite his seat, her leg casually raised over the arm of the chair, her pink cunt staring up at him, a trail of white love-juice trickling down between her soft thighs. Jeff sat back, awaiting the tale, knowing that he would soon mix his own cum in that deep orifice, along with Paul's and Louisa's.