Eighteen-year-old Jordan was an introverted girl. Eighteen-year-old Jordan was also very horny and not just run-of-the-mill horny either. Eighteen-year-old Jordan suffered from something doctors called hypersexuality. A condition formerly known as nymphomania.
She masterbated at least seven times a day. Pictures, books, magazines, videos, late night T.V., strangers she spied out the window of her single-occupancy dorm room. Anything and everyone was fodder for her private lust and she longed for the ability to seize from the world everything she so desperately craved.
If she were rich she could have hired people to help her, not doctors or shrinks, she didn't see her conditions as a problem, at least not while she was lost within the throes of it. No, she'd hire people to be with her. Ones she didn't have to talk to - only direct. Or maybe she'd invest in robotics, several robot love-machines would be even better. Like her trusted computer, only with better accessories.
She sighed and moved her hand over her demanding vagina, each rapid motion sent sticky droplets from her onto the linoleum beneath.
To just fuck, fuck, fuck all the time. That would be glorious she thought as she came over and over again while thinking about it. That would be the best life worth living.
If she were braver she might have given herself to other people. Let them use and fulfill her all at the same time. But Jordan wasn't brave, she was shy and so she sat in the dark and touched herself.
"Fap, fap, fap," she said sadly to herself as she finally reached a point where she could think straight again. She glanced at the clock on the shelf above her desk. Would she get a full two hours before her hand went back inside her? Or would it just been an hour? Maybe less? She didn't even wear pyjama bottoms anymore, it was just easier to always be ready.
Then the guilt arrived, crashing down on her like a giant hammer. Her eyes went to the picture of Jesus she kept on the wall and she gulped audibly. She was a sinner, a dirty girl, a slut. Her lip trembled as the roller-coaster of her emotions swept her up into a shameful regret.
"I'm sorry, Jesus," she wept. "I'm sorry, please forgive me."
Once her turmoil had settled she sighed, she was still wide awake and her first class was mere hours away. She'd be tired again for school, she was sure of it.
Jordan worked away on her homework. Keep busy - idle hands are the devil's tools. Study, distract, concentrate.
It all went smoothly for about an hour and a half, until her thoughts drifted back to throbbing cocks, pushing into tight pussies. People groaning and fumbling. Pulsing and pawing at skin both soft and hard. Seminal fluids and blood pumping in living veins.
Jordan switched to an erotic image site as if the mouse in her hand were scalding and only sexy things could prevent burning.
Was that a cartoon of girls with tentacle penises fucking colourful animal-bipeds?
She shivered in disgust, but the longer she stared the more and more aroused by the twisted images she became - fuck it, good enough.
She pulled out her trusty Liloo, the poor vibrator was worn almost down to the mechanics of it. She had to angle it so she didn't hurt herself accidentally on the sharper bits. If it were a pencil there'd barely be a nub left.
Holy fuck, 'Nub' was a sexy word!
She gasped and came everywhere. She was so turned on she sucked her toy and then shamefully (so goddamn, amazingly shamefully) she licked her own juices from her desk and came again while doing so.
Why? Thought Jordan desperately. Why did that get me off? What was with her? Why didn't she have other warm bodies to spend her lust upon? Why wasn't she brave?
She glanced at Jesus and not for the first time she had an orgasm looking at his beautiful, bearded face. How she would love to dampen those whiskers.
Soon she was sickened and exhausted by her efforts. Jordan finally crawled to her bed. Flopping down atop it. She'd rest until her alarm went off and then she would have to spend a new session masterbating fiercely before leaving, just so she could get through one class.
She cried into her comforter for a scant few minutes until sleep claimed her and pulled her down into her fretful, sex charged dreams.
*
"Eighteen!" said a pleasant, female voice. "At long last."
Jordan woke up and looked around. The voice in her dreams had seemed startlingly real. Her room was empty and the alarm on her phone started ringing in the 'Stargaze' tone she'd set it for. Time to get up.
The urge to pee hit her and with it came the rising lust. She just hoped she could finish one before the other became too pressing to ignore.
Jordan stood in the shower, she'd had to take care of both at the same time and found the hot water made her feel less awkward about it. Her life was full of tricks to help her manage day to day.
She rinsed her hands in the shower spray, wishing she could get her mouth on her own pussy for the billionth time, before simply caving in and feeding herself copious amounts of her own feminine cum. Using her fingers until the need to drink it all down had finally past.
She towelled-off and got dressed, rushing outside eating a piece of toast, while throwing on her hooded, black jacket.
"I'm sorry, Jesus!" she yelled as the door closed behind her.
She moved by some of her neighbours, they were all tall and beautiful girls. Each one had been a part of her private fantasies at one point or another. The fact she was reviled by them was icing on the cake as she imagined them forcing her to do degrading things for their amusement and vice-versa.
"Hey, scrag," they all said disdainfully to her as she walked through the hall.
Fiona, Gale and Avril, they were a group of fashionable, party girls. Instinctively she diverted her eyes.
Fiona pulled her hair as she walked by, stripping some strands painfully from her scalp.
Jordan gasped and turned back to them.
"Keep you fucking wank-athons to a minimum, dyke," said Avril angrily. "Your chair squeaks to all hours of the night and I don't need to be put off my beauty-rest by your sick need to finger-bang yourself every ten minutes!"
"I'm sorry," mumbled Jordan, adjusting her glasses.
Gale spat on her face and Jordan winced as her lenses smeared.
They all laughed and walked off, arm in arm.
Jordan squirmed in her panties as she stared longingly at the clear liquid on her glasses. It ran down, dripping slowly and she fought back against her arousal. Gale had touched her, she'd given Jordan a piece of herself.
The hall was empty now and she watched mesmerized by the oozing spittle. Liquid from a pretty girl.
Jordan's tongue came out to taste it and she fought back the urge to vomit as she realized how sick she was being.
Angrily she wiped her eye-glasses on the hem of her knee-length skirt. Fuck them! Fuck them!
Oh, how she wanted to fuck them.
*
She arrived in class and reached her assigned seat. The professor, Mr. Talbot liked everyone organized where he could locate them.
She sat down next of Kale Brooks and glanced at him. He was on the school swim-team and she'd had a crush in him since the first day she'd seen him. His body was compact and hairless. His dark hair gelled-back like those guys from reality television. Hawklike nose and white teeth. She would ride him like a sea-pony.
He glanced at her and she swiftly diverted her eyes, her long, stringy hair concealing her face.
"Hey, Bertha," he said absently before turning back to the girl beside him.
Jordan melted.
"It's Jordan," she said inaudibly. It didn't matter, he knew she existed!
The class started and the professor came in. He was balding and wore a nice suit. Swiftly, Prof. Talbot set his case down and began his discussion about the importance of civil law.
Jordan took notes until the dampness between her legs became too much to ignore. Noisily, she got up and took her purse to the washroom. She opened a stall and pulled out her large buttplug. As if on autopilot she lubed it up and set it on the seat before angling her anus so she could sit down on it. The fullness of it stretching her ass and filling her bowels made her cum. She gripped the stall walls and sighed softly in release. Once settled she pulled her panties back up and her skirt down over her knees.
She noticed the wetness on the hem of her skirt as she adjusted. It was the remnants of Gale's spit. Still exactly where she had wiped it. Moist, as if it might never dry.
She rolled her eyes disappointedly and quickly sucked the material into her mouth, running her tongue over the dampness while swallowing repeatedly amid her soft moans.
Her hand plunged between her legs once more and she rubbed furiously at her clit until she climaxed again with the thought of Gale and she being hammered side by side by Kale's willing cock.
"Enough," she ordered aloud, suddenly feeling guilty. She spat out her long skirt and left the stall to wash her hands and face.
"Freedom," said a chipper female voice and Jordan turned off the water and spun to see who was there. The bathroom was empty and she was fairly certain she was going mad.
"Is someone there?" she asked. There was no answer.
She headed for the door and was slammed away as a group of girls came in. They chatted and strutted, none of them even looking at her, even as Jordan's temple smacked the edge of the paper towel dispenser.
She fought back tears and rubbed her head. The five girls just talked among themselves loudly and fixed their make-up. She stifled a sob of pain and exited before they decided to leave and bowl her over again.
Jordan moved down the hallway, a boy on his phone stopped talking as she walked by. She looked at him, thinking he might be interested in her.
"Oh my God," he said covering his face. "Bro, no shit, I was just crop-dusted by the nastiest smelling bitch that ever lived."
Wide-eyed, Jordan bit her lip to keep from screaming as she ran back to class. She resumed her seat, checking periodically to see if she really did smell. She held her throbbing head and adjusted the depth of her buttplug by shifting on her cheeks.
She listened to Professor Talbot and wished her day were already over.
*
Jordan got home and ate quickly. Pairs figuring-skating was on and she stripped down to get comfortable - she could never resist figure-skating outfits.
She squirted all over the towel she'd brought with her to bed. Jordan was lost in the shiver of ecstasy, when a clapping sounded out, accompanied by a loud woman's squeal of enjoyment that filled her room.
Her heart skipped several beats and Jordan sat up to see a tall, tanned, naked 'woman' standing behind her.
"Oh, my girl," said the gorgeous, blonde lady in a sweet, Scottish lilt. "Look at you, all grown up."
"Who are you?" gasped Jordan. She noted the curving antlers set atop the woman's head. Next she noticed the alien slant of her eyes and the length of her sharply pointed ears.
For the first time in her life Jordan feared for her safety.
