This was my first meeting. I'll be honest, I was terrified. I had no idea what to expect before arriving. I walked into the small room finding chairs arranged in a semicircle facing a podium. There were about a dozen women there. They were all ages from probably twenty to eighty. Some wore expensive clothes, and some were dressed in almost rags. Most were somewhere in between. One was morbidly obese. One was so skinny she looked near death. Most were somewhere in between. I guess cum addicts don't come in one size fits all.
A woman of about fifty walked up to me and offered her hand. "Hi, I'm Luanne, a cum addict. Welcome."
"Uh, thanks. I'm Jennifer," I replied.
"I'm glad you're here. Is this your first meeting?"
"Yeah."
"Terrifying, isn't it?" she asked.
"Very."
"We have a few minutes before the meeting starts. There are a couple of things you need to know. First, we're anonymous. We only use first names. Second, what you hear here stays here. Third, we don't judge. We all have the same reason for being here. There's no cure but we can learn control. How we control is very individual. You don't have to like how everyone does it, but please respect their choices. Tonight's meeting is a speaker meeting. One of the group is going to tell her story of how it started, what it led to, and how she finally got it under control."
"I'm glad there aren't any men here," I said.
"Our group is women only. There are groups of CAA that allow men. Find a seat and if you'd like to talk after the meeting there will be several of us staying around."
"Thanks, Luanne."
I picked a seat as far back as I could, hoping no one would notice me. As I sat waiting, I wished for a cock to suddenly appear and give me a mouthful of liquid courage. I knew that wasn't going to happen and sat quietly as I nervously patted my foot and looked down at the floor. As more people took their seats the room quieted. A woman walked to the podium and was met with silence.
"I'm Betty, a cum addict," she said.
The room responded with most everyone replying, "Hi, Betty." Then, one at a time the women each said their first name followed by something about being a cum addict. Some even mentioned dates they last tasted cum. Most didn't. It came my turn.
"Uh, I'm Jennifer. I think I might be a cum addict," I said nervously.
"Hi Jennifer," they responded.
The introductions continued until everyone in the room had introduced themselves.
Betty spoke again. "Tonight, is a speaker meeting. My sponsor, Luanne, told me yesterday that I would be telling my story tonight. I've never told it to a group, so please bear with me.
"I was the female half of a set of twins. My brother died shortly after delivery. I didn't find out until years later that when the doctor opened my mother's uterus during the c-section my brother's cock was in my mouth. Apparently, I was a cum addict before I was even born."
There were scattered chuckles around the room.
"I was breast fed and also had a makeshift pacifier as an infant and toddler. I also sucked my thumb which annoyed my father to no end. I remember, from a young age, my father yelling at my mother that I would grow up to be a cock sucking whore like she was. I'm convinced, from stories I've heard about her from my aunt, that my mother and aunt were both cum addicts. Since both of my daughters are too, I suspect there may be some genetic component to our malady.
"I was raised in a strict religious family and wasn't allowed to date until I was eighteen. I had either my thumb or a lollipop in my mouth well past my eighteenth birthday. The thumb I did secretly.
"I left home on my eighteenth birthday and my first night away I sucked my first, of many, cocks. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Sucking that cock just seemed like I had found my calling. When he suddenly came in my mouth...oh my god...I experienced my first orgasm. I couldn't stop sucking. He finally shoved me away and called me a crazy cock-sucking bitch. He had no clue just how right he was.
"The following day, I sucked two more. I loved sucking, but it was that final reward, the cum, that I craved. By the end of my first week on my own I'd sucked probably twenty guys and orgasmed every time. Most of them were either guys I knew from school or church. I didn't care if they were married or not. As far as I was concerned, a cock was a cock.
"A few even gave me money afterward. Not enough to live on, but it was a start. I got a job as a waitress in the next town and between my cock-sucking and work I had a decent income.
"I pretty much let the men do what they wanted with my body as long as they finished in my mouth. The other stuff was good, but the cum was what kept me going.
"As soon as I turned twenty-one, I started waitressing in bars where I had a continuous supply of cum. I loved it. The tips I got were more than my salary and I now had a whole string of regulars.
"The only drawback for me was that I was lonely. I wanted someone of my own, but no man in his right mind wanted a girl who sucked every cock she could get her mouth on.
"Then a miracle happened. I met Bud in a grocery store. I didn't tell him where I worked or about all the dicks I was sucking. He like me as a woman, not as the cock-sucker I was. I changed for him. Our sex life was great, and I woke him every day with a blowjob and that was enough to let all the rest go. But I needed cum daily. I quit the bar and got a job in a department store. He was my only cum source. We married about six month later and I was soon pregnant. Life was good. We had our triplets. I was a stay at home mom. We had a home and a life together. I got my daily dose of cum. What more could a woman want?"
Betty paused to take a drink of water.
"It was about five years later when Bud got laid off. He started drinking. Our finances went to hell. We lost our home. My cum supply went out the window. I had to go back to work, and I had to have my cum. I went back to work in the bar.
"Somehow, I managed to keep my cock-sucking a secret from Bud. My boss took videos of me sucking customers after the bar closed and blackmailed me. He took half of what I made on the side and pimped me out. I was stuck.
"About two years ago Bud just left. I have no clue where he is. I met a guy in the bar that made good money. We really hit it off. He told me he needed a place to stay. I figured if he moved in with me and my kids, I could get my daily cum, he could help with the bills, and life would go back to normal. Boy, was I wrong."
