I walked into the coffee house basement, same time every Tuesday at 8:00pm and found my usual seat in the back row of chairs. I fiddled my 3 month chip in my fingers as I had done whenever I got a craving. I noticed a podium up in the front of the room which usually hints of a speaker night. I looked around the room as it slowly filled up with addicts just like me. You can tell the old-timer from the newcomer. It’s always in the outfits. As the months go on the sexy will change to sweats and a t-shirt, then to a dress shirt and slacks like the old-timers wear. I was the same way, we all are when we first walk through that door. You’re so fresh out of rehab you are still filled with that strong sexual desire and of course you have to match that energy on the outside. Which always leads to the women wearing the sluttiest attire they own not knowing at the time the men who fill the meeting are committed to their new found lifestyle that no fresh meat, horny chick is going to distract them from finding and keeping their sobriety. I had learned rather quickly so eventually I gave up on trying to turn to the newfound and insanely sexy celebate men and just started coming in and not trying to impress. I was lucky enough that every week, although some weeks were more difficult than others in finding the strength to avoid David’s (every meeting has one, the guy who claims sobriety but really isn’t) advances and actually remained the only one that was touching my sticky honey pot in 90 days. If you have never met me theres some thing you have to understand, I went from fucking at least 7 different partners on a daily basis to the most I had in one day, which was 25. I litterly fucked anything that was over 18, men, women, old and wrinkly to young and barley an adult. Eventually the girl who had it all, started high school as the captain of the cheerleading squad my freshman year. I was Innocent and getting more beautiful and curvy as time went on. Lost my virginity and from there life quickly escalated during the 4 years of my high-school experience, dropping out midway through my senior year with the nickname Crystal the cum chaser and I was known for being the slut who fucked any one as long as I ended the night getting mine. It wasn’t till the morning after my 25 person gang bang that I didn’t recognize who was staring back in the mirror. Right then and there I knew I needed to get help. The stranger in the mirror was covered in bruises and random cum, I wasn’t even sure how many different strands of DNA were dried and crusted on every inch of my exposed skin, and judging by the amount of condoms that were in the trash it was definitely more than it had ever been. I felt beaten down not only mentally but physically, I quickly picked up the phone and began to cry. Shame filled what was now just an empty shell that I was to only assume was the new body that belonged to me. The questions they’re asking during the initial phone call was making me hot, “like why the fuck am I wet and thinking of who I can call to give me one last fuck before I go into rehab. And all I am worrying about is not knowing how long until I can fuck afterwards.” I thought to myself as I sobbed to the understanding woman on the other end of the phone who is gently guiding me through my assessment. Without even realizing it, my fingers start sliding inside of my pussy which was still beat from the night before. I knew this wasn’t the last time my fingers would be deep inside the tired pussy that still and will always need some type of pleasure. Sex is the first thought I have when I wake up and is the last before my eyes close and drift off to sleep on my cum soaked sheets. I begin to tell the stranger who I had assumed was judging me after hearing the horrid stories that spewed uncontrollably out of my mouth “yea I think I got fucked so much lastnight I had a moment of undesired truth that I, Crystal am a sex addict and I need help.”

So for now to avoid temptation I sat tucked away in the back corner of what is known in any meeting as relapse row. Knowing that one day i will be sitting up front with all the other people who had started in the back just as i am, and after they endured the cravings, and put in the work even when they wanted to give up, they now sit proudly up front and give myself and all the other newcomers hope that we can also be proud if we reach deep down and put in the work.They are the ones who can make it a full day without needing to please themselves every opportune moment. I often find myself wondering if we are still able to masturbate, if not it is only a matter of time that I will undoubtedly relapse. I pull myself out of my head only to lay eyes on the speaker. I begin fiddling my coin so badly that it drops and bounces what feels like an eternity and of course at the moment of silence we always take for the ones still struggling. If the sight of a gorgeous stranger had not reddened my cheeks, they were now that all eyes were on me, but all I see is the man up front. He starts off the meeting like every other meeting, introducing the newcomers to the Sexaholics anonymous meeting. We had called ourselves the perverts of the community, and wore that name proudly, and yes it is a real group, and yes the majority of members have not indulged in the dirty, naughty, kinky deed in months or for some years. Now, like any group there are the 13th steppers, these individuals come in early and scope out the most vulnerable of the newcomers, or they easily spot the sex alcoholics who just come to get their court paper signed and leave when the meeting starts. They act like they are so fragile and need support, and it never fails, you see them sneaking out of the meeting and find them bare assed in the back seat of someone’s scummy car. Parked right in the front parking spot so when the meeting ends we are presented with a steam covered window and a mystery private part pressed against the glass. And just because the majority of the members go to the meeting for the right reasons and have been abstinent doesn’t mean we are all dead. We all form a crowd around the car and peek in the crack of the window revealing the identity of the lucky lady. Whoever wins the bet on who falls for Dave’s shit every week wins 20 sometimes 30 bucks. Well it looks like it was Amy, and the winner of the bet by a landslide was Craig. He wins everytime, its as if he were physic, like fuck his nickname is the sexy fortune teller. Because he is just that, sexy and seems to know everything before it happens. Now you wouldn’t know it by walking past him on the street that he is a die hard abstinence practitioner. He was one of the founders of the group, do the math, it’s been 10 years, of no fucking and im not even 100% sure if they even masturbate. I feel myself questioning my power, I can’t let that go just yet. Especially after these meetings, I can’t even get halfway home before I start playing with myself. My pussy is always wet and throbbing by the time I leave the meeting from being surrounded by all these sexy people who have once been a sexual God or goddess. I will never forget my first couple meetings right out of rehab, and yes they have rehabs for sex addicts. I would just stare straight ahead and eventually find myself day dreaming of everyone naked, sweating and fucking. Just straight one person after another, eventually by the end of my fantasy everyone had fucked each other and the floor was covered in sex juices. Then I would snap out of it when everyone stood to say the prayer before we left. Back then I didn’t even make it out of the parking lot before my hand found its way to my aching kitty cat and I could definitely feel it already purring. So as one may see it as I could barely make it half way home before franticly finger fucking myself to very detailed mental pictures that I had locked away in the one thing that gives me the most problem, my imagination and the naughty memories that landed me here in the first place, where as I saw progress.

I was so fascinated by how attractive this man was, of course my mind wondered off into what I would do to him if we weren’t trying to be better behaved people in a society of people that can fuck like normal and they are willing commit to one person for the rest of their lives. One sexual partner, which l found myself being the complete opposite, I was never happy with just one partner; I needed them all. On the bright side, the journey of my sobriety has given me the thought that it was time change my ways of life, and I was no longer going to be the town whore who has already fucked almost every woman’s husband in the small quiet neighborhood at least twice. Now was the time to become a proper woman and because of that I would soon become a regular at the sex shop that sits just outside of town. Believe me I was well aware I needed to find some new and exciting ways to fuck myself. If not, I slowly but surely will find myself getting bored. And just like that I had realized I just word vomited in the middle of the meeting, “fuck, my panties are wet!” And quickly noticed I was grinding on my seat. Staring blankly at the front of the room zoned in on the speaker who I will admit I had not heard a damn thing he said, as I think to myself “ it’s like my pussy singled to my brain and woke me up right as he begins his story of the sexual experience that was his “oh shit, I am an addict” moment like I had”

I am already fucking horny and he’s just now getting to the good part, the sticky, messy part. He trails off and is a surprisingly excellent storyteller. He paints the sexiest fucked up picture but like my story, the most amazing sexual experience he’s ever had. Not leaving any detail out, he describes the way his cock explodes, he is so descriptive that someone can close their eyes and imagine themselves right in the explosion of an erupting cock. He continues to Describe his warm load shooting out of his (how he had vividly painted in everyone’s mind) perfectly sized and shaped cock like a rocket, landing right in the nape of a woman’s neck who will soon be introduced as one of the many women of the night. And that was just The warm up, it was just the blast of cum that would allow his cock to feel relief so he can be ready to go again, quickly and without trouble. Just in time for the next disposable woman he thought anyway. He goes on to tell us the clicking he heard coming from a distance, it steadily got louder, it was who he calls “ the woman in red” she was talked about all over town to be the most beautiful, mysterious woman any man has ever seen, and is most certainly exactly that out of the bunch of women who are beautiful in their own way. I am all ears at this point in the speaker’s story. This woman had his cock at full attention he reminisced. He describes the look on her face, and the way she enters the room like she owns it. She looked right at his cock with her eyebrows raised and bit her lip, not breaking away from what he said felt like it was a hold she had on it. She got directly in front and fell to her knees as she was staring up at him. Her naturally wide eyes which were almost black fit her pretty well he stated. He said as he stared off into the crowd, he was so descriptive I could picture her licking her lips as she batted her eyes, playing the good girl routine. But the way she licked her juicy lips right before she slammed her face into his cock proves she is a naughty fraud. As she continued maneuvering her tongue up and down his shaft as he held her head still. The tip of his very excited cock just hit the back of her throat. The speaker claimed he could feel his cock vibrating as she moaned while it throbbed in her mouth. It was his new favorite technique, the way it shot vibrations down to his sack. Impatient like a child wanting more, he says he trusted his rock hard cock into her face, making her gag. But when she followed his lead and threw her head towards him and wrapped her tongue around his cock, she got more aggressive the faster her tongue moved. Then she found a spot on the underside of his cock, and explored it with the tip of her tongue. He trailed on and the way he told his story of how he would start to feel his shaft slowly fill with another batch of his sticky mess. The men who hadn’t heard a sexy story in years started to feel their cocks twitching, the women would feel a forgotten aching begin to set in their pussies. And they all began to feel like we were right in the same room as this blowjob that has multiple people wishing they had the chance to have what they say was just a distant memory to them now. With such passion he yelled “I told that blow job queen that i would be damned i was going to cum so quickly” he motioned as he passionately recalls every detail, grabbing at the air as if it was fist full of her hair and says he leads her to the bed, apparently didn’t want to waste any time as he said how he ripped her clothes off and pushed her onto the bed. He had never felt a more intense craving, he wanted fuck her rights then and there and as hard as he could. The one time fuck sat up and sarcastically asked if him if he could handle fucking her as aggressive as she wanted. She continued to egg him on, telling him he won’t be able to finish and that he won’t even be able to find her sweet spot. She saw that he was getting spunkier and he grabbed her to throw her on her knees, bending her over starting off with a firm smack to her ass. Followed by a harder smack and they get harder after each one, ending at 7. Then he stood still in front of her, bent down to just barely touch his lips to her ear, close enough that she felt his breath making its way past her ear down her neck. He warned her that he was going to fuck her pussy until she begged him to stop, but he claimed he wants to feel her pain by the way she begs him. He says he stood there and gave her a soft but firm, direct smack on her check. That made her pussy glisten as juices filed up the opening of her perfectly tight pussy.he goes on describing how She bounces her thick ass back and fourth giving him a hint that she wants to be fucked in her even tighter ass. As he always keeps his promises, he prepared his cock to fuck her like never before. He lubes it and the soon to be fuck hole. She feels his tongue tease her ass and she can’t help but to entertain her jealous pussy. She slams her fingers deep over and over until she feels drops of her squirt sneak around the sides onto her hand. Providing a nice lubricant to her clit which makes her little vibrator slide in and out nicely over it faster the harder she slammed her other hand inside making her pussy start to feel so good that she is making her holes tighter, a sure sign of cumming at any moment. He poked the tip of his thick cock through the tight hole as he teased her asshole like that until the naughty whore was no longer able to wait, she wanted his cock rough, and right then and there. She made it so he no longer had any control and bounces on top of his very perfect cock. I could tell by the throbbing tent in his pants during story time he was the perfect length that the naughty woman could take his cock as he described himself thrusting into her perfectly tight asshole as he said she begged to be fucked like she has always done to herself but never by a man. As he thrusts into her he felt it get tighter, the way she grinded her hips into him is making her louder she begged him to fuck her fast and hard she has never felt so fucking good she let’s out a moan not needing to say anything he feels her cum. She doesn’t stop, the louder she gets the deeper and slower he thrusts. Her tight pussy can feel every engorged vein that decorated his cock. Every new deep thrust makes her pussy squirt, she makes him so hot he is on the verge of coming. As he ends the story by finishing her off with a hard and fast slam of his thick, throbbing pussy destroyer which makes it impossible to hold his load; he pulls it out and leaves it for her. Now the number of horny members are quickly rising, people noticing themselves rubbing their cocks unregrettably and no urge to stop any time soon. He tells the crowd that he had to quickly stand to get dressed and without saying a word and leaves the cum covered slut alone still wanting more. He was becoming someone he had always hated, but he hadn’t seen himself transforming as if he was in a euphoric daze, he cleans himself off and orders someone to entertain him so he can recharge his tired cock. He wants to be pleased and challenges one of the neighborhood skanks to make him bust his load without having to lift a finger. He even tells her if she succeeds there’s 20 bucks in it for her. The back row of newcomers likes that kinky rough shit it has made them wet as they have closed their eyes and listened to the deep voice they hear, it is of dark and soulless monster that the speaker had introduced them to. I scan the room and spot a few of the newcomers with their legs up on the chair in front of them and not even bother hiding their pussy play. I watch them moaning and grinding their hips. Not judging their whore like behavior, I notice my hands have been down my pants since he started the story. At least I am hiding it a little more than my skanky neighbors that fill the back row of what is supposed to be the Sexaholics anonymous meeting. I unknowingly closed my eyes, leaving me to now notice the sounds of heavy breathing and squeaking of chairs behind me as the moans grow louder, more people have joined the weak newbies and I can feel the sexual pleasures taking more victims as nobody seems like they can resist. I begin to hear people’s skin slapping and their pussy juice splashing making the members slowly start to relapse row after row. The naughty cock strokers and pussy pounders all around don’t show any signs of regret or remorse. The feeling took over everyones body like a warm Rush and soon no one was hiding it. It was almost impossible to not listen to all the sexy people around the room pleasuring themselves and not want to make my pussy squirt along with them. The whole time the story is still being told and folks gladly listen to it is more fuel to growing fire. It’s not fair that it feels so fucking good and it should be legal but I put aside all of my reservations and continue going to town slamming my fingers inside me trying to follow the rhythm of the room slowly picking up speed and getting louder as everyone thrusting and grinding in their chairs. Starting to lend each other a hand like it was their good deed for the day. I was always worried about if the feelings got too strong it would take us all down this dark road again but right now nobody fucking cares because it feels amazing and we are all participating in this spontaneous fuck fest. I open my eyes long enough to glance up at the podium and to my surprise the man who’s been speaking has a throbbing hard on trying to burst through his pants and as I scan the room I feel my pussy start to pulsate as I feel a juicy mess creeping up on me. The old timers trying their best to not indulge in the naughty pleasure we are all enjoying. It looks like it’s making everyone else try harder to break them. Like the longer they have without the bigger mess they are going to make and I feel like we’re going to be fighting over it. This is like a real life fantasy coming true right before my eyes like so many of the naughty dreams I used to have and wake up in a soaked bed.