Chapter 16
Four days later, Louise awoke in her own bed. It took her a few moments to realize where she was. So much had happened in so short a time that she felt disoriented. But also wonderful. Better than she could remember ever feeling. As her mind wandered back over all that had happened, her main thought was of the pure pleasure she had experienced.
The past four days and nights had been incredible. She had fucked, sucked, and done just about everything else that could be done with men and women. When the men were too tired to perform, the women turned to each other, using their mouths, their hands, Jeannie's toys, sometimes all at once.
It was going to be a lazy day. Maybe she would do a little shopping and have lunch out She was in the mood to buy some new clothes. She had been afraid to spend money on clothes, because of what Ray might say. Well, to hell with Ray! It was time she did a few things she wanted to do.
While her bath was running, she carefully checked her body in the mirror. She squeezed a nipple and the feeling of arousal surged through it. Then she lifted one leg high and pressed her foot against the wall. She looked at her genitals. She wondered how they looked with a cock inside her.
She wanted to watch herself be penetrated by something and see her own expression as it happened. What could she put inside her?
She saw Ray's deodorant, a cock-shaped, fluted glass bottle about an inch in diameter and eight inches long. She could put half of it in her and see the rest sticking out. She washed it with hot water, then cold, and finally rinsed it.
She went back to the mirror, lifted her leg, and spread herself open. She inserted some face cream and worked it in with her fingers. Then she slowly pushed in Ray' s deodorant bottle. She moved it in and out, watching herself dispassionately. She walked around with it sticking out of her. Then she pulled it out, washed it several times, and put it back on the shelf.
Her body was a little tired, and she took a hot bath. The water felt good, and she lay back and soaked until it began to cool.
She put on a bra and a pair of very brief panties. Going to the kitchen, she fixed and devoured a huge breakfast of fresh fruit, eggs, ham, potatoes, toast and hot, rich coffee.
She was lingering over coffee and a cigarette when the door bell rang. Thinking it was Jeannie checking on her, she went to the door without a thought to what she was wearing.
Much to her dismay, it was the boy from down the street who delivered the newspaper.
"Uh ... hi, Mrs., uh . . . I'm here . . ." He almost swallowed his tongue. "I'd like to collect for the ... uh ..." His eyes settled on her nearly naked tits " . . . paper, please."
She didn't know what else to do, so she invited him to come in and asked him to have a seat while she got the money.
As she walked down the hallway to get her handbag from the bedroom, she was suddenly amused by the situation. She took the money from her handbag and tucked half of the bills in one bra cup and the other half in the other cup.
"It's Jim, isn't it?" she said as she reentered the living room.
"Uh, yeah...I mean, yes'm."
"How old are you, Jim?"
"Eighteen, ma'am. Last month. I mean eighteen last month."
"What's wrong, Jim? You seem upset about something."
"Well, I just haven't seen..." He swallowed hard. "I mean you don't have any...uh..." His eyes tried to take in her entire body at once. "I mean, you're so pretty and all," he blurted.
"Why, thank you, Jim. That's such a nice thing to say. Do you compliment all the older ladies you call on to collect for the paper?"
"No, ma'am. They don't let me see them... uh . . . I mean, they always wear more . . . uh . . . you really are pretty. And you're not old!"
"What are you trying to say, Jim? Does the way I'm dressed bother you?"
"Yes, ma'am. No, ma'am. I mean, yes, it turns me on to see you like that."
"Do you have a girlfriend, Jim? Have you ever seen her dressed this way?" Louise asked sweetly.
"Gee, Mrs. Summers, you ask your questions so funny. I've got sort of a girlfriend. I mean, we date some, but she's not really what you'd call a steady girlfriend. I've never seen any girl dressed the way you are."
"Then I guess you've never seen a girl naked," she mused. "Tell me, Jim, do you have to work very hard for your money?"
"Not really, Mrs. Summers. It doesn't take long to deliver the papers. About the only time it's rough is when the weather is bad."
"Well, you may have to do a little more than usual to get your money today. I have it, but I won't just hand it to you," Louise said as she sat down on the couch.
"What kind of work do you want me to do, Mrs. Summers?"
"Why don't you call me Louise? Mrs. Summers sounds so formal. I mean, here I sit in my bra and panties and, if I open my legs a little bit, you can probably see my hair."
Louise spread her legs more than a little bit, pulling the thin crotch of her panties up into her slit, which was soaking wet. The outer lips of her pussy and most of her cunt hair was clearly visible.
Jim's eyes bulged and his mouth watered. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He licked his lips and swallowed hard, trying to speak.
"Cat got your tongue, Jim?" Louise said softly. "Or is it a pussy?"
"I guess I can call you Louise, Mrs. Summers, if that's what you want," he stammered.
"I think I want a little more than that, Jim. I want you to come find your money. After all, that's what you're here for, isn't it?"
"Uh...yeah." His eyes were riveted between Louise's legs.
She ran both hands into her crotch and pulled her panties aside, sliding one finger between her cunt lips and dipping the tip into her sopping hole. She drew the finger up her slit and began playing with her love bud.
Her intention had been to tease him, but she got carried away. Her hand seemed to have a mind of its own.
Her fingers slipped between the puffy lips of her pussy. Her nails scraped lightly over her distended clit. She closed her eyes as her body responded to the vivid sexual images rising in her fertile mind. Scenes from the past few days seemed to race across the inside of her eyelids. She was only vaguely aware that Jim was watching.
Louise's index finger was directly on top of the erect stud of her clitoris. She held her fingertip against it for a moment, then rotated it gently, moaning as waves of pleasure washed over her. She remembered Jeannie's talented tongue, Scott's huge cock in her cunt, Ginger and her dildo, Jake's long, thin tool up her ass, even young Jim sliding his as-yet-unseen cock into her mouth, her cunt, and her ass.
She was conscious only of her fingers and her cunt. Waves of heat passed through her. Her long, wet fingers stabbed mercilessly into her quivering sheath as she writhed in abandoned self-fucking. She pulled her legs up to give them greater access.
She was nearing her climax, every inch of her flesh burning with excitement.
"I'm cumming!" she suddenly screamed, her mouth wide open, lips twisted in a mask of lust.
Her tits bobbed and she ground her pussy harder and harder against her flying fingers. Her legs thrashed in every direction as her orgasmic fluids flowed over her drubbing fingers.