Chapter 7
Jordan wandered around her office, sipping coffee. Her mind whirled, busily sorted and graded information, not settling on any one thing. Then she suddenly realized that she wanted very much to cum. Hell, it was stronger than just wanting to! She had to! The heat started way down deep, just behind her pussy, and raced to the surface of her skin. Just the way the sun worked. And her skin became almost the same color as the sun.
Peter was busy showing Amy, a new member, around the gym, explaining all the machines. Jordan remembered her application. She was a nineteen-year-old college freshman. Jordan had deliberately set the membership fee high to discourage the average person. Someone must have put up the money for the girl. Jordan wondered why.
At any rate, Peter wouldn't be available for an hour or so to help Jordan with her problem. And he was the only male staff member on duty at the time. She went to her desk, opened the bottom drawer, and took out a large vibrator. She would do herself quickly, then get back to work. She had so damned many things to do before day's end. Just as she straightened up, there was a loud knock at the office door.
"Come in," she called, without thinking.
Then she remembered the vibrator in her left hand. She opened the middle drawer of her desk, shoved the instrument in and closed the drawer again as the door opened. She breathed a silent sigh of relief and blushed faintly as Corky came through the door.
"Yes, Corky, what can I do for you?"
"I just wanted to tell you that I found a new use for the large whirlpool." Corky briefly related her encounter with George the evening before.
"Well, that sounds interesting," Jordan said. "I never thought of it. Maybe I'll try it soon."
"You might want to try George, too. His cock isn't the biggest in the world, but he knows how to use it. Pretty damn good with his tongue, too."
"Thanks for the tip. By the way, how many contestants do you have lined up for the competition this weekend?"
"Eight girls and ten guys for the suck-off Saturday. An even dozen girls who want to be judges in the pussy-licking contest Sunday. So far, six girls and ten guys have signed up to do the licking. We ought to have a good time."
"I hope so," Jordan said. "If it goes well, I'll make it a monthly event. If it turns into an orgy, so much the better."
Corky grinned. "You sure have changed this place for the better since you took over. Everybody is having a lot more fun."
"What do you know about the new girl, Amy?"
"Just that she seems terribly naive, and she's too young to have the money to join. She's either got a sugar daddy or a rich family who gives her whatever she wants."
"I'll talk to her later, see if I can find out something about her. The last thing I need is a snoop."
"I'll see what I can find out, too," Corky said. "See you later. Be sure and check out the whirlpool."
Jordan couldn't wait another moment. She snatched the desk drawer open and grabbed the vibrator. She tore off her clothes as she hurried to the couch. She threw herself down on her back and spread her legs. She set the tool on high and plunged it into her burning pussy.
"Ooohhh, yesss!" she moaned softly.
She threw one leg over the back of the couch and pushed the vibrator deeper. Her pussy felt like a steamy swamp. The tool slipped in easily. The deeper it went, the fainter the humming became. She shoved it all the way up her slick tube with one hard, twisting thrust. She liked to fantasize when she played with herself, pretend that a really hot guy couldn't wait to ram his prick all the way into her.
She thought about Peter's huge cock. The head was so big and round, really prominent, not just an extension of the shaft. She liked cocks with big heads best. The shaft could be average, as long as the head was really big.
She looked between her tits at her crotch. Down where the vibrator was nosed between the lips of her pussy. She lifted her head a little further and watched raptly as she pushed the last inch or so into her heated channel.
"Aaahhh!" she groaned, her mind going wild with erotic images.
She closed her legs quickly. like a black hole in space, her passionate passage devoured the humming device. The vibrations made her buns flex and her toes tingle. She could lie this way-the heavenly tool delightfully hard and humming away inside her-for as long as it took to cum. She could entertain herself with a favorite fantasy as the gadget played a tantalizing tune in her tight tunnel.
Her brain projected a kaleidoscope of brilliantly colored orgy scenes on the inside of her eyelids. She liked orgies. Something about fucking in a group really got her going.
In her freshman year of college, she had learned that she was a bona fide party girl.
Fortunately, she was also a brain, and didn't have to study hard to make good grades. Otherwise, she probably would have flunked out of school her first semester.
Her hands went to her crotch. She caressed her pussy with one hand. The lips were thick, swollen with blood and passion. She slipped a finger into her slit and touched her clit. She squeezed the fleshy cunt lips together, trapping her finger inside. The vibrator hummed away in her hot, juicy hole, bringing her closer and closer to the magic moment. The finger on her clit began to move, adding its sensations to those from the vibrator. She sighed deeply and lay back on the couch, willing herself to relax and let the orgasm come when and how it would.
Her other hand settled over her hole, palm down. She began to rub it in tiny, tight circles over the base of the vibrator. "Nice wet pussy," she murmured. She smiled and licked her lips. She wished she had something in her mouth right then. Something like a fat cock, with a shiny red head she could suck on. Her mouth began to water.
She thought about Amy. Was she trustworthy? Had she stumbled into the gym by mistake? If she was as naive as Corky said, that didn't seem-likely. Most of the new members came with a verbal recommendation from a current member. Did someone recommend Amy? She would have to ask around and find out.
Maybe the girl just wanted an introduction to the swinging life in a safe, controlled setting. Young people today had totally different ideas about sex than her generation. Her generation had fucked just as much, but tried to keep it a deep, dark secret. Everyone liked to think so, anyway.
Actually, everybody in school had known which girls put out and which ones didn't. And a lot of those who wouldn't fuck would either give blow jobs or hand jobs. By contrast, young men and women today made no secret of their sex lives. Hell, they would even answer all sorts of stupid questions put to them by anyone who claimed to be conducting a poll or hosting some ridiculous talk show.
Poll quickly became pole in Jordan's feverish mind. She called up an image of Peter. Of his strong, naked body. His hard prick stood straight out from his loins like a horizontal fence post.
She didn't get any further. The combination of her finger strumming her clit and the vibrator humming inside her made her pop her cork hard. Her ass came off the couch and began to twist around and around. She humped it up and down as it went around and around. She held the vibrator inside her cunt with her left hand. The middle finger of her right hand continued to torment her clit, going faster and faster over the hard nubbin of sensitive nerve endings. She opened her mouth to scream. She caught herself just in time. She snapped her mouth shut and bit her lower lip and moaned deeply as she came.
Her climax ended all too quickly, leaving her only partially satisfied. Suddenly, the vibrator felt like an intrusion instead of a pleasant experience.
She knew immediately what was wrong. She wanted a beautiful, hard, live cock filling her. She came on the vibrator only because of her programming. Stick a vibrator up her and turn it on, and she would cum every time. This time, however, it wasn't anywhere close to being as good as it had been in the past.
Nothing was going to be right until she had Peter between her legs, pounding away at her pussy with his pleasing prick.
She removed the vibrator, turned it off, and got up. She had lots of work to do, so she might as well get to it. She wasn't going to satisfy her needs, her craving, this way. She took the vibrator with her into the small bathroom off her office so she could clean it after she washed her pussy. Offensive body odors turned her off completely, and she took care to never commit that sin.
She stood in front of a long mirror to put on her exercise outfit. She wasn't interested in exercise. Dressing like the other women helped her blend into the atmosphere of the gym. She looked at herself in the mirror, studied her body closely.
Her forehead was still smooth and unwrinkled. The skin on her neck was also smooth and tight, with no wattles or turkey skin. She dropped her eyes and looked at her breasts critically. The mounds stood high and firm, as solid as any twenty-year-old's. Fantastic for a thirty-five-year-old woman who wore a size 38D bra. The big damned things could sag halfway to her bellybutton.
Her stomach had a slight roundness, but the skin was still tight and smooth there, too. Her thighs were a little heavier than she liked. Still, they were solid and shapely. She turned sideways and studied her ass. She had a good ass. A topnotch ass, in fact. One of her best features. Well-rounded. Full. Firm. Men couldn't keep their hands off it. She smiled dreamily. She liked having her ass petted. All in all, she felt she could hold her own with much younger women.
She opened her legs and ran her hand over her pussy. "Hmmmmm, still wet," she murmured, exchanging a smile with her reflection. She licked her lips, watching her tongue sliding over her upper lip. The color reminded her of a glistening, crimson head of a prick. "Damn! Everything reminds me of a prick!" Nevertheless, she wished she had a cock in her mouth at the moment.
She watched her image in the mirror as her hands moved up to cup her tits. She pinched and stroked her nipples for a moment, then jerked her hands away.
"Don't get yourself turned on any more than you already are!" she told herself sternly. "Jacking off didn't do you any good. The only thing that will satisfy you is a cock, and Peter isn't available right now."
She picked up her leotard and tights, then threw the tights aside. She would leave her legs bare. Let everybody get a really good look at what she had to offer. When she wore tights, she wore panties. They would show under a leotard. She tossed them aside, too. To hell with it! She would go naked if her own rules didn't prohibit total nudity in the main gym.
She stretched the leotard over her voluptuous body and looked at herself in the mirror again. With only the thin, stretchy material covering her body, damned little was left to the imagination. Her nipples made two taut peaks on top of her tits. A clump of her abundant blonde pubic hair peeked around the thin strip of material in her crotch. She thought she looked pretty damn sexy.
She spent the better part of the morning touring the gym, checking on her staff and chatting with the members. She went out of her way to find Peter. She stood close to him while she talked to him and rubbed her tits against him. He wore tight white pants and a jockstrap, and she could feel the large lump that swelled when she rubbed her ass against it. She smiled a lot. She also suffered a lot.
Shortly before noon, she saw Amy standing stock-still, staring into an alcove off the weight room. As far as Jordan knew, the only thing in there was a spare weight bench. She stood behind Amy, where she could look over the girl's shoulder.