Six months ago Carrie never thought she would be where she was now. She had of course heard of Sexaholics Anonymous in the course of the recent myriad of self-help support groups, but the idea had always seemed ridiculous to her. If you're having too much sex, stop, duh! And anyway, if it was a real problem, shouldn't every guy in the world be a member of the support group?
But then again, Carrie had undergone some serious changes in the last six months. She was no slouch, and even now she could feel the eyes of the other members roving over her body, the gentle curves that seemed to flow from her auburn curly locks currently tied back in a ponytail, to her pleasantly rounded breasts which were looking horribly confined in her bra and spilling slightly over the neck of her low-cut tank top, down to her slightly curved tummy, gentle hips and long legs. She used to be of the mindset that she was one of those people who didn't ever need to put it up on casual display, that she was definitely one of the under-the-glass-protected-by-state-of-the-art-security-system type gals. And six months ago, having a group of gross looking guys that can't control their masturbatory habits and girls that would spread their legs on the drop of a dime roving their eyes up and down her would have caused her to run screaming and leap out an open window. But now she just felt her body flushing under their gaze and her panties were beginning to feel a little wet. She wet her lips slightly with her tongue, just short of shaking with nervousness.
"Hello, my name is Carrie M." She stammered.
"Hiiii Carrie M." the group intoned their usual response.
"I guess my story would have to begin six months ago. I was twenty years old, and had just met Jack in college, who was only like my fourth boyfriend, and the second sexual partner I've ever had. Jack was your typical guy, blonde hair, blue eyes, tight abs, loved football..." Carrie looked around the room "Ahem, anyway, he only had this one hang up, and that was that he really wanted to cum on me, talked and joked about it all the time. I of course thought the idea was horrible, the hours I spent on make up, hair care, and all he wanted to do was shoot a wad of his man goo all over it? I don't think so!"
"Jack though, he was a pretty decent guy other than that, and I finally relented and told him that he could cum on my tits. He was so excited the entire day, and kept begging to let him do it now, but I would deny him and simply give my breasts a slight shake in his direction. Finally that night he begged and begged so I reluctantly agreed. Straddling me, I pushed my breasts together hard so that he had a nice little hole to fuck, and he started thrusting faster and faster as I was laying there my nipples started to get rock hard and so I'm trying to pinch them and hold them together at the same time, my mouth slightly open to let out a moan when my boyfriend comes with this huge sigh, and he shoots more cum that I thought could come out of three cocks all over my face and into my mouth."
"I was so surprised I swallowed and got my first mouthful of cum. Listen, I've always liked salty food and stuff, and I know most people would be kind of disgusted to hear this but I LOVED the taste.
'Oh my god, you swallowed didn't you? You swallowed my cum?! God Carrie, I love you!' Hearing Jack say this shocked me; he's not exactly the romantic type. But the way he said it, I could tell he meant it. He was the happiest I had ever seen him, and all it took was swallowing a mouthful of stuff that tasted pretty good anyway. Now when I was younger, love was kind of hard to find at my house, my parents were the over domineering type who were constantly urging me to do more, and rarely told me I had done a good job, so this meant more to me than you might imagine"
Well, to Jack's immense delight I started letting him fuck my tits whenever he wanted, I even finally gave him my first blowjob, and surprisingly it wasn't horrible at all. I loved wrapping my lips around Jacks firm seven and a half inches and letting him grab my hair and fuck himself with my face. I would constantly be sucking, wanting to impress him by not missing a drop, my tongue constantly flickering over his tip lapping up his precum. I loved the attention he lavished on me afterwards. Usually men are a little apprehensive around me even when they are dating me, because they are scared that I'm going to get prissy or something and break up with them. But I had never felt closer than I did with Jack...after swallowing a mouthful of his cum I would cuddle up next to him, a few stray drops still on my lips and he would embrace me as tight as he could against his chest and told me how horny I made him, and what a fantastic cocksucker I was."
"It was then I realized that this was what I was, his cocksucker, my mouth was his semen depository, and where other women might have gotten offended it just got me hotter. This was the first time anybody had just openly told me simply how good I was at something, and that was even better since it was something that I loved to do."
"Well around that time I started dressing a little differently. I gave up the more conservative name brands and started wearing things that showed a little more skin. I wanted to constantly turn Jack on, and when I wasn't sucking his cock I was thinking about it. I started failing in all of my courses, and my parents were both threatening to cut off my tuition money. But I couldn't help it, I would even doodle little pictures of Jack shooting his cum on my face in class when I should have been taking notes."
"At this time I was sucking Jack off about three or four times a day, and swallowing that much cum was making me full a lot of the time so I wasn't eating and I started loosing any extra pounds I had. Jack was worried though, he said that I was hardly giving him enough time to study or even work up a hard-on between blowjobs. Finals were coming up, and Jack told me that he wanted to take a break from any sexual activities."