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.
