Chapter 347 The Uncontrollable Urge:>>Ep22

• "I just wish it would all go away," one tall, skinny woman said, "I can barely control myself when these urges strike. My...cock is raw from masturbating. I just want to be aroused by my boyfriend again and stop trying to have sex with the other girls at work." There was a general nodding of agreement. Everyone wished that things were back to normal. Except for me. My experiences in the last two days had taught me, pining for the past was a guarantee to be miserable. It was only in embracing the moment that we could be happy. I knew all these women enjoyed masturbating, enjoyed sleeping with women, and enjoyed their cocks. But their minds told them they had to despise their urges, told them that it was better to wait to go back to the way things were. They were wrong, they had to stop fighting their bodies, they needed to embrace pleasure and worry about being normal when and if this condition would be cured. If they never cured our cocks and we just repressed ourselves forever, we'd never experience real happiness again. And it was such a shame when the potential for absolute pleasure was so tantalizingly present. I had to talk to them about it. And if I convinced them, maybe I'd finally convince myself that I was right and take out the last little lingering bit of doubt. But I had to be tactful. Or something.
• I was wearing a skirt that day, like I had the day before. And, after fucking Cassie and Brittany, I'd decided not to wear panties. So I put my feet up on the table. I put one on the left corner and one on the right. My legs were spread incredibly wide and I flipped my skirt up. I'd gotten hard while I listened to all these women talk about their transgressions, and my cock was just as hard as it had been that morning. For a moment, talk continued, but one by one the women stopped talking, turned to me and just stared. I smiled devilishly and then wrapped my hand around my cock. I started to stroke it slowly, gripping tightly. I had wanted to do something like this every time I was in a room full of women for the last six weeks. I could barely contain myself I was so aroused. My cheeks felt hot and my nipples scratched across the inside of my tight white t-shirt (so I'd dress a little slutty that day). For a moment, the women just stared. I could tell that the ones that weren't horny from the conversation (if there were any) were horny now. But they all looked like they were losing their minds.
• "What the hell are you doing?" one lady around my mom's age asked.