The Urge

Codes: f-solo, mc, flash
Summary: Four young women can't resist the urge

When Amy returned home with Pam after school, they found Amy’s sister Kit on the kitchen counter. Her legs were in the air, a pair of black lycra panties dangling from her ankle.

“What the hell are you doing?” Amy screamed.

“I’m masturbating, stupid,” Kit said with a note of sardonic desperation in her voice.

“Well, I can see that,” Amy answered. Indeed, Kit had both her hands playing with her pussy like it was on fire and she was trying to put it out. “Why!?”

“Because I can’t stop, I’ve been doing this for almost eight hours now,”

“Right here in the kitchen?” Pam said, disgusted.

“No, I started out in the living room, then the bathroom, then the hallway...,”

“I don’t want to hear this!” Amy stepped towards her sister. “Just stop doing it,”

“Don’t touch me!” Kit growled. “My friend Stephanie tried to help me earlier,”

“Well, where is she?” Amy retreated.

“She’s been in the bathroom since noon,”

“This is ridiculous,” Amy stepped forward and grabbed her sister’s arm, trying to yank it away from her swollen pussy. She jumped back, as though she had just jammed her finger into an electric outlet.

“Just don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Kit said, then closed her eyes and returned all her attention to her finger fucking.

“Amy, are you okay?” Pam asked, keeping her distance.

“Oh my God,” Amy breathed, but she wasn’t answering her friend. Immediately, she dropped her book bag to the linoleum and started humping the air with her hips.

“Amy?” Pam stepped into her friend’s line of sight, but her eyes were glazed over with lust.

“I can’t stop,” Both Amy’s hands darted down the front of her jeans as she fell to her knees.

“What the hell is going on?” Pam screamed, but the only response she got from Amy was a long string of animal grunts and groans before she started drooling.

“She’ll regain her senses in about an hour or two,” Kit was back, although her pussy ministrations had not perceptively slowed. “Oh, Stephanie’s here!”

“I’ve had a hell of a day, Kit,” a statuesque blonde wandered into the kitchen, completely nude. She had her entire hand shoved up her pussy, and her nipples looked raw from excessive pulling and twisting. “I’m hungry,”

“There’s some cold pizza in the ‘fridge,” Kit said.

“I see it,” Stephanie opened the refrigerator and grabbed a slice of pizza with her free hand. Her eyes widened and she grabbed something with her other hand, which came free from her pussy with a slurping noise. “Have you tried the bananas?”

“No,” Kit said grunted, her eyes shut again.

“They’re divine,” Stephanie turned around, pumping the fruit in and out of her pussy.

Pam’s head started to spin. She saw Kit arch her back and lift her ass off the counter, spilling a jar of flour in the process. She saw that Amy had somehow torn her shirt in half with one hand and exposed her right tit, which she was desperately trying to take into her mouth. She turned around and saw Stephanie pinching her sore nipples and fucking a banana like an absurd yellow cock.

Pam closed her eyes and sunk to the floor. She had to find some sanity, a comfortable place to hide. Suddenly, the answer was in her fingers. An immovable point of reference amongst tumultuous folds of pink skin. When nothing else made sense, she could retreat to pleasure, send her ego adrift in the bottomless waters of this ocean.

She found the urge and made love to it for days.

THE END