Uncontrollable Hormonal Urges and Desires: A Young Woman's Escalating Struggle
Mark called early the next morning.
Terri missed it, as she did his next, worried phone call. She spent a good forty-five minutes on top of the toilet, trying to burn off her morning arousal. Working with her fingers to cut through the insistent burn of hormones and heat that kept telling her to find someone with a cock. To get pumped full of boy juice. Terri pulled on her nipples, gasping, shivering and squirting as her fingers worked on her clit.
It took a long time to finally satiate her body's demands. Only then did she pick up the message.
"Terri. It's me," Mark said. Just his voice undid a whole morning's worth of work. "Dad has me working outdoors all day, so I can't come over until after dinner. Hang in there, I think I know what's going on!"
"Hang in there," Terri thought, sucking on her fingers. Easy for him to say. Even when she got dressed, in the lightest summer dress she could find, her nipples bulged against it. They craved more stimulation. When she walked her panties felt tight and hot against her slit.
The girl in the mirror was past nymph and well on her way to fertility goddess. Terri's long blonde hair rode in waves across her shoulders, bouncing in time with her walk. Her flawless, hairless skin looked almost like rubber in the basement lighting, but soft and warm. Plus there was the issue of her tits. If she stuck her chest sideways they nearly oustripped the thin bathroom mirror.
Terri gritted her teeth, ignored her chores, and tried to do smart stuff. To fight back. To replace cravings with rational, intelligent thought.
It didn't go so well.
Her thoughts seemed to toy with her. When she picked up a magazine, her fingers started to trace big pregnant bellies on the models in the pictures. To muse at the packages of the boy models. Reading a book, even an old favorite like Little Women, was a disaster. The words swam in front of her, re-arranging each other until she gave up, nursing a headache that jumped back and forth between ears.
Her e-mail inbox had filled up with concerned inquiries from college friends. Terri didn't even know how to respond. "Dear everyone. Have become horny and sexy. Thinking about spending the next twenty years nursing babies. How are you?" Plus it was hard to type with long painted nails.
She skipped dinner, even though her stomach screamed with irritation, arguing that she was giving up beef ribs and buttered corn. Not to mention big bowls of strawberry ice cream.
Terri even peeked in on the scene. Ronald and Darrel were the only two sitting down. The three girls circulated around them, watching their needs, ready to spring if either so much as lifted a finger. Anne's constant, placid smile sent Terri back to her room with renewed determination.
In THE END
Terri missed it, as she did his next, worried phone call. She spent a good forty-five minutes on top of the toilet, trying to burn off her morning arousal. Working with her fingers to cut through the insistent burn of hormones and heat that kept telling her to find someone with a cock. To get pumped full of boy juice. Terri pulled on her nipples, gasping, shivering and squirting as her fingers worked on her clit.
It took a long time to finally satiate her body's demands. Only then did she pick up the message.
"Terri. It's me," Mark said. Just his voice undid a whole morning's worth of work. "Dad has me working outdoors all day, so I can't come over until after dinner. Hang in there, I think I know what's going on!"
"Hang in there," Terri thought, sucking on her fingers. Easy for him to say. Even when she got dressed, in the lightest summer dress she could find, her nipples bulged against it. They craved more stimulation. When she walked her panties felt tight and hot against her slit.
The girl in the mirror was past nymph and well on her way to fertility goddess. Terri's long blonde hair rode in waves across her shoulders, bouncing in time with her walk. Her flawless, hairless skin looked almost like rubber in the basement lighting, but soft and warm. Plus there was the issue of her tits. If she stuck her chest sideways they nearly oustripped the thin bathroom mirror.
Terri gritted her teeth, ignored her chores, and tried to do smart stuff. To fight back. To replace cravings with rational, intelligent thought.
It didn't go so well.
Her thoughts seemed to toy with her. When she picked up a magazine, her fingers started to trace big pregnant bellies on the models in the pictures. To muse at the packages of the boy models. Reading a book, even an old favorite like Little Women, was a disaster. The words swam in front of her, re-arranging each other until she gave up, nursing a headache that jumped back and forth between ears.
Her e-mail inbox had filled up with concerned inquiries from college friends. Terri didn't even know how to respond. "Dear everyone. Have become horny and sexy. Thinking about spending the next twenty years nursing babies. How are you?" Plus it was hard to type with long painted nails.
She skipped dinner, even though her stomach screamed with irritation, arguing that she was giving up beef ribs and buttered corn. Not to mention big bowls of strawberry ice cream.
Terri even peeked in on the scene. Ronald and Darrel were the only two sitting down. The three girls circulated around them, watching their needs, ready to spring if either so much as lifted a finger. Anne's constant, placid smile sent Terri back to her room with renewed determination.
In THE END
