Chapter 1
When Jordan arrived at the gym, Peter, one of her hunky young employees, was working out on one of the machines. Her pussy fluttered and moistened. She went to her office, changed into leotards and tights, and went back into the gym.
She paused to watch Peter. Sweat covered his muscular body, making him look as if he'd been oiled. She loved the way her pussy automatically contracted way down deep when she thought of the way his handsome cock stretched her. A staff of healthy young liberal-minded men and women was only one of the fringe benefits of owning a gym.
When she first took over the gym, she thought she was too old to interest young people. They quickly dispelled that silly notion. She was physically fit, had a body to die for, and had moves in bed that drove men and women wild.
The first time she fucked Peter, she felt like she was fucking her son. She didn't see anything particularly wrong with the idea, if both people agreed. It was just a new experience for her to ride such a young cock. The second time she fucked him-a few minutes after the first time! She couldn't think of anything but his robust rod. "Morning, boss lady."
Jordan almost jumped out of her skin. Only Elaine, the beautiful young black woman who taught aerobics called her boss lady. "Hello, Elaine," she said, without turning. "You startled me. I thought I was all alone."
Elaine walked up by Jordan. She chuckled and winked knowingly. "Quite a hunk, isn't he?"
"Yes, just one of the many around here," Jordan replied.
"He's not bad, but he's a little rough around the edges. He needs a sexy woman with time on her hands to teach him. You interested?"
"I'm nearly old enough to be his mother."
"So? If I were a man, your age wouldn't bother me a bit. You're one hell of a sharp-looking lady." Elaine licked her lips, an unconscious habit she had when she saw something that looked tasty. "Come to think of it, the fact that I'm not a man doesn't really make any difference."
"What do you mean, he's a little rough around the edges?" Jordan nearly said she hadn't noticed any flaws when she fucked him.
"Oh, well, he just sorts of dives into your pussy right away. No foreplay. No finesse. But then, I guess most men are that way, aren't they? I mean, not very many of them know how to eat pussy, do they? And some of them couldn't care less what a woman needs or wants."
"Every man is different," Jordan said.
"Women aren't that way, though," Elaine continued, as if she hadn't heard a word Jordan said. And maybe she hadn't. "If they like to eat pussy, they really do it right."
"Are you making a pass at me, Elaine?"
"Could be," Elaine laughed. She licked her lips again. "Listen, I've got to run. Class starts in five minutes. You going to be here all day?"
"I suppose so. Don't know of anything else I have to do."
"Let's get together later. Okay? Maybe do lunch. I think we have a lot in common. I'd like to get better acquainted."
Jordan nodded. She gave Elaine a smile and looked at Peter again. He wore a skimpy, Speedo-type suit that was little more than a sling for his cock. Her heart beat faster. The bulge in the front of his suit looked bigger and better than ever!
She walked up behind him as silently as a cheetah stalking her prey. She put her arms around his waist and pressed her body to his. "Boo!" she whispered in his ear. "Caught you goofing off!"
Peter jumped, startled by her unexpected move. He held her hands to keep her arms around him and turned around. She caught one of his thighs between hers and humped it slowly.
"You won't tell the boss, will you?" he asked, looking at her with a smirk.
"No, but you have to pay a penalty. How about that massage you promised?"
He looked around the nearly empty gym. "Now?" His smirk got bigger.
"Yes, right now! I've got all kinds of muscles that need relaxing."
"I'll just bet you have," he chuckled. He ran his hands down her back. "Yeah, you're really tight all right."
She pushed one hand between their bodies and let it rest on top of the lump in his swimsuit. That didn't satisfy her. She pulled the suit out and stuck her hand inside. And grabbed a large piece of meat.
"God!" she breathed. "Is that a salami you're going to have for lunch?"
"Nope. It's all me."
"I want it," she whispered excitedly.
"Whatever the boss wants, the boss gets!" He hugged her tight and kissed her.
She pulled his suit down, baring his cock, as she continued to slide her snatch up and down his leg.
"You'd better not do that out here. Someone might see you."
She snickered and wrapped her fist around the thick shaft of his prick. "So what? I don't care."
"Maybe I do."
"Why? Consider it free advertising. Do you think many women get to see one this size very often? They'll be envious of me, not upset with you."
"You're something else! A real wild and wanton lady."
"You ain't seen nothing yet!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to climb his body.
He picked her up and carried her into one of the massage rooms. She wiggled and tried to get down as soon as they entered. He held her tightly and carried her across the room to the massage table. He sat her on the end of the table and backed up a step.
He pulled the leotard off her shoulders and down her body. Then he picked her up with one arm and stripped it off her ass and down her legs. He tossed it aside and looked at her.
"There, that's much better," he grunted. "Damn, lady, you would give half the women in this place a run for their money."
"Only half?" she asked, teasing him with her voice and a shy smile.
He let his eyes drift up and down her body again. "Well, nearly all of them. Elaine comes close."
"Her tits are bigger than mine, aren't they?" He nodded. "Yes, but hers are softer, kind of mushy. Yours are a lot firmer."
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
"You're gorgeous, and you know it."
She cocked her head to one side and smiled like a coquette. "No matter what a girl thinks of herself, she-likes to hear a man tell her that she's pretty."
His eyes went to her crotch, to the thick thatch of hair covering her lower belly and upper thighs. Her bush was big for a blonde. Her crotch seemed to be a mass of tangled crispy curls. The lips of her pussy peeked through the hair, fully engorged with blood. Her slit started way up her belly and ran down between her thighs.
"Damn!" he muttered. "Magnificent."
"Mmmmmm," she purred softly, spreading her legs further apart. "Do you really like it?"
"I love it! Most of the girls my age shave their mounds and leave just a narrow strip down their slit. Fucking a bald pussy is fun, but yours looks like the real McCoy."
He stroked the inside of her thighs lightly, starting from her knees, back and forth, moving closer and closer to her twat. Her pussy radiated heat, like a little furnace between her legs. Her mossy mound felt as soft as eider down under his fingertips. He ran a finger along her slit, stroking up and down, and felt the fleshy lips open. He pressed her clit and her hips jerked.
"Long slit," he said. "You're made for fucking from the front or back."
She propped herself up on her elbows and stared at his hand as he played with her snatch. She looked at his crotch and smiled. "Your cock looks like an iron bar," she said. She reached down for his rigid prick.
He beat her to it, took his cock in his hand, and put the bulging head against her cunt lips. "God, you're so juicy!" he exclaimed softly. "like an overripe peach."
"Fuzz and all," she giggled.
He didn't know that a woman her age could get so wet. He'd heard that the older a woman got, the more her pussy dried up, and the less she liked to fuck. In Jordan's case, that obviously wasn't true! He flicked the head of his dick teasingly along the length of her seam, then suddenly shoved forward and sank his dick to the hilt. He hunched against her and stuck the head high up in her belly.
She sat transfixed. Her eyes got darker as her passion grew. She opened them wide and stared into his eyes as he leaned over her. Her tits stood high and firm and swollen, smooth and perfect, the faint blue veins near the surface full of hot, racing blood.
He took her taut buttocks in his hands and pulled back until his cock almost came out of her. He yanked her toward him and again buried his rod in her slippery love tunnel.
"God!" she whispered. "Your cock feels wonderful!"
She wrapped her legs around his waist and wiggled her ass. He held onto her tight butt and gored her with his huge, engorged spear. As the friction heated her more, she threw her ass around in a frenzy. She shook her head, moaned, and mauled her tits and wiggled with ecstasy.
Every stroke of his plunging prick squeezed squishy sounds out of her pussy. Her juice poured out of her in a stream, wetting the table, wetting her thighs-a hot liqueur that filled his nostrils with its distinctive musk.
"Fuck me, baby," she whispered. "Fuck me good! Fill my little pussy up with your big cock. Fill me full of your hot cum!"
He loved the way she talked when she fucked. His cock swelled almost to the bursting point. Her sheath felt like a tight glove! Just like a virgin! Or so he thought. He had never fucked a virgin. She was certainly as tight as any woman he had ever fucked, whatever her age.
Every plunge into her bubbling, tight hole brought him closer to the edge. He held her ass in his hands, pulling on her buttocks, occasionally flicking a finger in the crack to tickle the rim of her ass-hole. The raunchy touch set her off.
She began to buck and heave furiously. The pitch of her moans rose higher, higher still. She clutched her tits tightly and cried, "Oh, God! Oh, baby, fuck me! Oh, dear God! Oh, baby! Dear
God, fuck me good! Oh! Ohh! Oohh! Ooohhh!"
She came like a freight train racing along the track, roaring toward her peak in a headlong rush. Her frantic motions and screams were his signal to unload his jism. He fired wad after wad of stringy cock cream into her belly, lurching with the power of his spasms.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "I can feel it shooting into me, baby! I can feel your cum!. Don't stop! Dear God, don't stop!" She threw her body around like a madwoman. She clung to her tits, squeezing the large mounds, crying out as each orgasmic wave ripped through her voluptuous body.
He had never seen anything so stimulating, so erotic. He came as if there was no end to it. He lifted her ass up and drove every millimeter of his prick into her spastic sheath. He scrubbed his pubic bone over her clit. She exhibited more passion, more heat, than any woman he knew. Her cunt felt like a steaming pool of molten lava. The surface of her skin felt nearly as hot. She radiated heat from every pore, a nuclear furnace close to total meltdown.
He slammed his cock into her and finished his orgasm in a tremendous rush. She continued to cum a few more seconds, then relaxed. Her slack body slumped on the massage table. He stood up close to her, keeping his half-hard organ stuffed up her carnal passage.
"Damn!" he gasped.
Jordan pushed herself back up on her elbows and looked at him. "Yeah, it was pretty good, wasn't it?"
"Good is an understatement!" Peter replied. "You really are a wild one."
"Well, that's better than being a cold fish with a loose, sloppy pussy," she laughed.
"Damn right! The first time I fucked you, I didn't know what to expect. I mean, you're.. . "
"Older? That doesn't mean I'm all used up, Peter." She grabbed both of his nipples and pinched them hard. "A well-cared for pussy is like elastic, dear. It expands and contracts to accommodate whatever is in it. Fingers, cocks, tongues, dildos, vibrators, whatever."
"Yeah, a lot of much younger women don't have the muscle tone you do. And they work out all time."
"Oh, Peter, pumping iron doesn't do a thing to keep a pussy tight," she chuckled. "A girl has to do special exercises for that. A fifty-year-old pussy can be as tight as a twenty-year-old pussy, if the woman knows what to do." She squeezed his half-hard cock and chuckled when he twitched.
"Damn!" he muttered.
"See what I mean? My pussy isn't fifty years old. But when it is, it will be just as tight as it is now. Life does go on beyond thirty, Peter. You don't really think I'm a dried up old crone, do you?"
"God, no! I meant that.. .oh, hell, you're older than the other women I.. . " He stopped. The more he talked, the deeper he dug the hole.
"Peter, Peter," she cooed, reaching up to caress his cheek. "You're a dear boy, but you're so very naive. You must not be bashful about speaking frankly with me. I expect it. No, I demand it. I know it isn't polite for a man to talk about the women he's fucked, but you're going to tell me all about them. Every little teeny, tiny detail. Do you know why?"
He shook his head.
"Because it turns me on, Peter. And, when I get turned on, I get wild and want to fuck! If you're a good boy, I'll give you more good pussy than you can handle."
Her words banged on his ear drums and slowly seeped into his brain. He still didn't know why this beautiful, sexy, older woman had chosen him for stud service. Not that he was complaining. She was a better piece of ass than most of the girls he usually fucked. He stared at her, his mouth agape, his brain trying to engage and form some words.
She chuckled sexily. She wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her heels. Then she put her hands behind his neck and clasped them tightly together. "Your cock is still hard. Do you want to fuck me again, or go back to work."
"What do you think?"
"Well, you can speak," she laughed. "Pick me up."
He put his hands back under her ass and lifted her off the table.
"Now, sit on the floor," she said.
He looked at her with a puzzled expression, not sure what she wanted.
"Hold me tight so your cock won't slip out, and sit down with me on your lap, honey."
"Oh, I see," he muttered.
He held onto her ass with one and put his other hand down to brace himself. He sat down and stretched his legs straight out in front of him.
She squirmed her ass and settled herself on his lap. She caressed his cheeks and kissed him lightly on the lips as she contracted her muscles around his dick. She smiled and sent dynamic pulses through her cunt.
"Damn!" he exclaimed softly. He could feel her strong heartbeat deep inside her. "That feels good."
"There's more," she said quietly.
She caressed and squeezed the full length of his cock with her strong muscles. Her sexy body came alive as the volcanic cauldron between her thighs started to bubble anew. She began to breathe hard again.
"Lie back and let me fuck you," she said softly, pushing against his chest for added emphasis.
He lay back and reached up to play with her tits.
She felt all of her circuits open. Her twat became wetter, hotter and more pliant. Her heartbeat thumped in her chest. She lifted her ass high, then sank down slowly. Her mouth hung open. She squinched her eyes tight. Her brow furrowed with concentration. She lifted her ass again, and sank back down slowly. She did it once more, then again and again, quickly, getting the full feel of his stiff cock.
She leaned over and braced herself with her hands on the floor by his shoulders. Her large, supple tits hung down in his face. He put his arms around her and caressed her bare back and ass. She put a tumescent nipple against his lips and gently shook her chest. Then she began to fuck him swiftly.
He grabbed her ass and levered his hips up to meet her downward strokes, shoving his prick to her with all of his might. He couldn't believe the fury of her fucking. She twisted her body and shook her ass. She bounced rapidly up and down on his cock. Her free tit swung and jiggled. Her moans filled the air as she drove herself toward another climax. The nipple in his mouth felt like sponge rubber. Her free tit bumped against his face like a soft pillow.
"Mmmmmm, that's the way, baby," she muttered.
"Suck my tit. Fuck me hard. Oh, yes, oh, yes! Yes! Oh, baby, your cock feels wonderful! So hard! Push, baby, push! Shove your cock up my cunt!"
Her passion engulfed him, submerged everything but her glorious cunt sliding up and down his prick. He'd never been all that keen on letting a woman get on top. With this hot woman, it seemed right. He accepted her in the dominant role, let her set the pace, without a second thought.
Her groans, the sound of her body slapping his, hot flesh against hot flesh, the wet sounds of her cunt as it rode up and down his prick, increased his ardor. His prick swelled larger than it had ever been. She bounced up and down on his dick as though her thighs were loaded with coil springs. He lunged up to meet her thrusts.
His dick seemed to grow an inch with every stroke. Her passion spurred him on. He slammed into her so hard and fast that he nearly threw her off. She opened herself wide and passively accepted his fucking thrusts. The squishy sounds in her cunt blended, became one continuous noise.
"Uh! Uh! Uh.. .uh.. .uh.. .fuck me, Peter! All the way, baby! I'm almost there, baby! Almost! Give me all of your cock! Shove it to me!"
She did something no woman had ever done to him. She squatted over his hips, her cunt directly over his raging prick, her cunt wide open. She put her hands on his stomach and began to heave her ass up and down and swing it around and around in time with his thrusts.
He jammed his prick to the hilt in her deep twat and shot a powerful load into her depths. She took over and fucked him rapidly from her squatting position. Time and time again, the muscles in his legs clenched as he pumped out his cream, filling her willing receptacle a second time. Her own orgasm set her bucking like a wild filly. He held onto her hips so she wouldn't fly away.
Her emotions ebbed and her ass slowed. She stopped her crazy motions and fucked him a few more minutes, slowly and gently. Then she sat down on his cock with a long sigh of pleasure as the last of his cum spurted into her.
She stretched out on top of him and lay quietly, his prick still in her. Her breathing changed gradually from the rapid, steam engine pace to the slow, steady pace of deep contentment.
"Thank you, baby," she whispered.
"You're welcome. I'm the one who should thank you. You really blew my mind, you know."
"Minds aren't the only things I blow," she said with a sexy chuckle.
"I never did give you a massage."
"like hell you didn't! Your big cock massaged the muscles that needed it the most."
"Do you want another massage tomorrow?" he asked, his voice full of hope and longing.
"Definitely," she said with a deep sigh. "As long as you're doing it willingly. You don't have to fuck me to keep your job."
"I'm not the smartest guy in the world, but I know when I'm well off," he replied. "You aren't big enough to force me, so I must be doing it willingly."
She kissed him, then sat up. "Never underestimate the power of pussy, dear. Stronger men than you have fallen under the spell of a sexy woman."
"Spell is right," he agreed. "You mesmerize me.
"That's the spirit. Now, let's get back to work. If another woman walked in on us, she might want the same treatment." She tightened her cunt muscles and chuckled. "And you couldn't do a damn thing for her right now."