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“Yeah baby, just like that. Move that ass for me. Oh, fuck yes, I’m cumming.” I felt the surge of jizz rushing up and out of my body. It sprayed the inner walls of the condom that I was wearing. Hopefully saving me from any unwanted disease and fatherhood.

I kissed Susan, at least I think it was Susan, on the shoulder, gave her a light tap on the cheek of her sweaty, glistening ass as a thank-you and unceremoniously pulled my dick out of her used hole.

Susan pulled her stained sweatpants up over her plump ass, pulled her bra back into place over her sagging stretched marked boobs and re-adjusted her t-shirt. With everything back in place, we walked over to the door of the laundry room and moved the table holding it closed, out of the way.

“Well, that was interesting. Maybe next time you’ll invite me up to your apartment.” She was right, it was interesting, but the thought of fucking someone that is almost a complete stranger, in the laundry room of your apartment building did add a certain sense of adventure to the whole thing. It wasn’t lovemaking, just raw unbridled sex. Susan and I had been doing our laundry at the same time and the conversation had somehow gravitated to sex, and here we were.

“Glad to hear that there will be a next time.” Handing her my phone I asked her to put in her info. When she was finished, she handed it back to me. Brenda Apt

21, and a phone number accompanying it. Brenda. Susan. Close enough for me.

With the deed complete, we folded our clothes in near silence. Other than having just had sex together, we didn’t know a damn thing about the other.

Luckily Mrs. Henderson from down the hall came in toting a basket full of her soiled things and lifted the uneasiness out of the room. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

“Brenda, nice talking with you. I’ll see you next week. Mrs. Henderson, a pleasure as always.” And away I went.

My apartment is on the second floor, so I took the stairs to try and avoid contact with anyone else in the building. It’s not that I’m antisocial, it’s just my way of trying to stay out of trouble.

It could smell the greasy sausage cooking when I went into the apartment. Jan, my current girlfriend stood in the small galley kitchen. She had chosen making dinner over doing the laundry. Good call for me, not so good for her.

“Bae, just put the basket on the bed. I’ll put everything away. You want a beer with your meal?”

“Yeah. Sounds good.” In the bathroom, I tried to act as normal as possible. I washed what I could of the smell of pussy off my face, I rinsed my mouth out with some cheap no-name mouthwash and wiped what I could of the hardened cum off my shaft. It wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do.

Jan liked to visit me and stay over on weekends, and normally we got along great, but other than a sexual attraction, we had nothing in common. Walking into the kitchen I couldn’t stop staring at her hard, little ass. The cheeks jiggled freely in her loose-fitting shorts as she stirred the pot on the stove. Just watching her move started to make me hard.

From the looks of her shorts, she wasn’t wearing any panties, but just to be certain, I checked for myself.

My hand slid over her hip and pushed between her soft skin and the cheap fabric of her shorts. Moving forward into the valley between her legs I found that I was correct. No panties to be had. The fine stubble of a pussy in need of a shaving, greeted my fingers. They forged on until they found the split of her moist lips.

“John, cut it out. I’m trying to cook here.” I heard what she was saying, but it was already too late for me. My pants were around my ankles and soon hers would be the same.

Grabbing the sides of her shorts, I pulled them down and off of the ass that they were covering. Jan moaned. It was more out of disgust than pleasure, but I hoped that her mood would change as we progressed.

I split the cheeks of her butt and probed her asshole with the tip of my tongue. Reaching in front of her I pressed my thumb up to her vagina and applied pressure to her hardening clit.

With my tongue moving back and forth between her asshole and the lips of her pussy, Jan pushed herself forward onto the tip of my thumb.

Sitting flat on the floor with my back to the stove. Jan moved her right leg up over my shoulder giving me full access to her previously hidden treasure.

It was a full-on assault on her clit. My tongue and lips battered the hard, little bean of flesh. Jan tried to remain composed, but in the end she relented.

“Arrrgh.” Her groans were not from disgust, they were now from pleasure. The juices of her orgasm wet my face and tongue. Jan would have been content for us to end it here, but I needed release.

With her legs spread apart to give me enough room, I pushed the tip of my cock past the gates of her womanhood. Jan gasped as I impaled her with one swift motion.

“Holy fuck John, that feels so good.” Not nearly as good as it felt to me. The walls of her pussy held me tight as I Ordu Escort thrust up into her.

Thrust after thrust into her warm heaven put me over the edge. There would be no condom holding back my spunk this time. Gobs of cock snot flew up into her waiting pussy. “Fuuuuuck baby, you feel so fucking good.” It was true. She did feel good, but so did all the others.

Jan pulled up her shorts to catch what she could of the cum dripping out of her, and I sat down at the table with my pants still around my ankles. When I had had my fill of KD and sausage, I made my way to the shower.

Through the steam filled room I could see Jan standing by the door. No longer in shorts, she had on her jeans and a jacket. Her overnight bag was packed, and she had an arm full of belongings. There were no tears in her eyes, only sadness.

The empty foil wrapper from the condom that I’d used in the laundry room was sitting on the countertop of the vanity.


“Fuck you John. Six times. That’s six times now and every time you say that it will never happen again. Lose my number. I’m done with you.”

Who could or would blame her? Certainly not me.

I knew that this would be the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back. Jan had put up with my shit for long enough and tonight she called it quits, and I didn’t even have a chance to tell her that I’d been suspended from work. It was a loss for me, but the void would be filled by another blank, non-caring face sooner or later.

Three hours and four beers later, I was rejuvenated and ready to go again. With no quick options, I switched PornHub onto my laptop and made the call.

“Hi Brenda. Yeah, it’s John in 212. Wondering if you might be interested in coming by for a drink or two?” And so, it continued.

The paperwork that Human Resources had given me labeled my treatment as being one called “Sexual Rehabilitation”. And as required to maintain my salary, I arrived at the address on time, and on the day of the meeting.

The smell of “old” filled my nostrils. Was it the wood? Maybe it was the old, worn linoleum that lay in the hallway. Perhaps there were dead people hidden in secret spots, but whatever it was, this place stunk.

My so-called therapy was in the basement of an old church. The irony of that is something that makes me chuckle every time that I think about it. How is it that the people that have the least to do with sex, have the most to do with teaching it?

Coffee, water, juice and stale cookies were on a table, along with name tags and a sign-in sheet. Our names had been scribed on the blue and white sticker in a black Sharpie. I put my nametag on, signed the sheet beside my name, and found an empty seat amongst the ragtag group of reprobates that were in the circle.

A good-looking woman of around forty years of age came in and sat in a chair that had a table beside it. Just from her appearance, you could tell that she was in charge.

“Welcome everyone. I’m Helen Rui and this as we all know, is Sexual Rehabilitation for Adults. For some of you it is optional, while for others it is recommended by, family, employers or the courts. Either way, I am glad that we are all here. Tonight, we have a new guest. Sir, when it is your turn, please introduce yourself to the group.”

Starting from her left the group introduction began. When it was my turn, I introduced myself in what seemed to be the expected fashion.

“Hi, I’m John Stevens and I have a sexual addiction.”

Our group consisted of 5 guys including myself, and 3 women, not including Helen.

The night started off fairly slowly. Helen asked what the progress was for some of the people who had been to prior meetings. Some had good reports, other weren’t so lucky.

Apparently two of the guys in our group had been caught having sex in a public place since the last meeting. Twenty charges had been laid at the group sex party and a court date was pending. I was going to ask after the meeting where this orgy had taken place, until I found out that it was gays only.

Forty-five minutes into the meeting Helen looked at me over the rim of her schoolteacher styled glasses and said, “So John, tell us about yourself and what brings you here. Be as open as possible, it helps the healing process.”

I looked around the circle and only two of those in attendance appeared to care about what I was going to say. The others stared off into the ceiling, bit their fingernails, twirled their hair and did everything possible to avoid listening to another sob story about sex. Unfortunately, I wanted help, and I wanted to be as open as possible about everything.

“I’m not really sure where to start, but I’m sure that I know why I’m here. I’m 30 years-old and up until I was 28, I’d only ever had sex with 2 women. A cheerleader in high school and my wife. We married right out of college and had what I thought was a fairly good sex life. It was vanilla, but it was good. 2 years ago, she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer and 10 months later Ordu Escort Bayan she was gone. After that I fell into what has been called “a pit of despair”. All of my friends and family told me that I was too young to mourn my loss. Get some help they said. Find a companion. Find someone to talk with. Someone that understands what you’re going through. Someone that you can spend time with. I knew that I needed help, but I didn’t know what kind. The voices of people trying to steer me in the right direction overwhelmed me. Everything was going fine, or at least I thought they were until my mother-in-law showed up at my door. We had never really been close. My wife used to tease me by saying that her mom thought that I was cute, but it was a joke. In the end it wasn’t. She sat me down and told me that her daughter wouldn’t want to see me hurting. She’d want me to move on. In fact, her whole family hoped that I would. I remember my mother-in-law saying that if there was anything, absolutely anything that she could help me with to ease my pain, I should ask. To be completely honest, I don’t remember asking, nor do I remember how it happened, but 30 minutes later my mother-in-law was bent over my sofa with a load of my cum dripping out of her ass.”

Those that weren’t paying attention before, now sat up to listen to what I was going to say next. They were a captive audience and were putty in my hands.

“From there I couldn’t stop. I made a bucket list and started to check off the boxes. I’ve had sex with every race, religion and body type. Blondes, brunettes, and redheads. I love them all. When I see a woman in jean shorts and a white t-shirt it’s like I popped two Viagra’s. I mean honestly, is there anything better than a hot ass in jean shorts? And age. Age or size doesn’t matter to me. In a pinch, I fuck the old lady from down the hall of my apartment building. She’s like 67-years-old. She even smells like a cat’s litter box, but I don’t care. Anything that I hadn’t done before marriage is now a sport. I’ve had multiple partners in one day. I’ve had multiple partners at one time. I used to think that bums were for pooping, now I eat the ass and if you let me, I’ll fuck you in it all night long.”

I looked over at the hot little number that was seated three from my right. She was squirming in her seat and crossing and uncrossing her legs. If I had to guess, I would have said that she wanted to masturbate in front of us all.

“At first, I thought that I could control it, but I couldn’t. I got more and more brazen. I would find someone that wanted me and basically do whatever they wanted. I only wear protection when it is requested. It is like Russian Roulette to me. Will I get a disease or become a father? But after a few times, I stopped caring. I love pushing myself into the wetness of a complete stranger or someone that I have no right to be having sex with. Every new pussy is like I’m losing my virginity all over again, and do you remember how good that feels? At one time I used to keep track of everyone that I slept with. I knew the numbers and I could picture their faces, what they smelled like, what they tasted like, but not anymore. Now they become archived history. And I say, “having sex and slept with”, because I haven’t made love since long before my wife passed.”

One of the guys across from me was rubbing the front of his pants and it was obvious that he had an erection. Helen noticed also and suggested that we take a 15-minute refreshment break. Some of the regulars headed to the smoking area while others congregated around the coffee urn.

I stayed where I was seated until the hot little number who had introduced herself earlier to the group as Nat, sat beside me.

“Helen’s a chain smoker. She’ll have 2 cigarettes before she chases everyone backs into the meeting.”

I just sat there looking at her. I must have had some kind of stupid look on my face.


“Well what?” I wasn’t sure where this was going.

“How fast can you cum?”

“With you? Less than it takes her to smoke 2 butts.”

“Wait until I get out of sight and follow me down the hall.” And with that she left me by myself. I watched the wiggle in her ass as she strolled out of sight. As soon as she disappeared, I stood nonchalantly, and headed in the same direction.

Nat was laying back on an old wooden table with round metal piping for legs. It was probably the exact same unsteady table that they used during the day to feed the homeless. She had her yoga pants off of one leg and had her legs spread open for me. As I had thought earlier, she was soaked. Her fingers were trying in vain to plug her leaking hole. I dropped to my knees in front of her, but Nat grabbed my head.

“No time, just fuck me.” At any other time that would have sounded great, but I had to taste this little vixen before I moved on.

Nat’s pussy tasted like a salty, minty lip balm. Her juices flowed freely from her pussy and I could only assume, that just like me, she was a sex addict. The fact Escort Ordu that she wasn’t wearing any panties should have been a clue that this wasn’t her first meeting.

My tongue darted forward and parted her pink lips and slit. Nat let out a moan that was loud enough to alert everyone that had remained in the hall. And given our crowd, every one of them knew exactly what we were doing.

When my teeth nibbled her clit, her body shot up like it had been zapped by a 10,000,000,000 watt, bolt of lightning. I would have continued my attack on her pussy, but her fingers curled into my hair and pulled me up.

“Come on baby, take my body and do your worst.”

No problem there. I lined the swollen head of my cock up to the pink entrance of her tunnel and in one swift push forward, I was in.

With a loud “OH” Nat said, “Ovarian cancer my ass. It’s probably that thing of yours that killed her.”

Nat’s pussy was super tight, and her wetness felt like heaven wrapped around my shaft, but what she just said pissed me off and I wanted to make her pay for her words. We started moving with the kind of urgency that people fucking in public often get. Our pelvis’s slapped loudly as just thrusted together. She pulled her legs back as far as she could to open herself up, giving me full access and started grunting loudly each time my cock bottomed out in her.

Taking full advantage of the opportunity, I pounded forward. Nat was very loud, but when she reached her climax, she stopped dead in her tracks and lay there motionless and silent. The only noise that could be heard was the soft sounds of air escaping her body.

I couldn’t stop. Instead I quickened my pace. My balls slapped Nat’s asshole as I thrust into her. Even though this hot little vixen had had her climax and was no longer tensed up, her pussy was still tight.

The sounds of her pussy juices gurgling below me, pushed me to the limit. I could honestly say that even though I had been with lots of women over the last while, Nat felt the best by a longshot.

My load of the white creamy devil batter flew out of me and filled Nat to the rim. Even after cumming so much, I was still rock hard in her.

“Fuck dude, really? I don’t want your fucking cum dripping out of me all night. It’s gonna make a fuckin mess and I have to take the subway home. Thought you said that you did this a lot? Fucking amateur.”

Well so much for a loving moment.

We made it back to our seats with only a few seconds to spare. No one paid any attention to us other than Tony, one of the gay guys, who gave me a smile and a thumbs up.

The sounds of shuffling feet filled the air, as Helen followed the other smokers back into the hall and everyone took their seats.

“Okay. So welcome back. John if you would be so kind as to pick up where you left off.” I looked around the room and all eyes were once again on me.

“Yeah well, I guess. Like I said earlier, sometimes I just can’t help myself.” Tony and his partner nodded in agreement. Either because of my earlier actions or because they felt the same way after having got caught in a compromising situation themselves. “It’s pretty obvious that I’m not the best-looking guy in the world, and I certainly don’t have the biggest dick, but when women hear what I’ve gone through, they seem to gravitate toward me. I want to settle down. I hope to find another person to share my dreams and visions with.” I looked over at Nat when I said those words and she was staring right at me. I couldn’t fight back the thought that I had just been in her and it was spectacular and the only regret I had was that I hadn’t got a look at or feel of her tits.

“But once you’re in this deep, nobody thinks that you’ll change. They actually push your buttons to see how far you will go. To them I’m damaged goods. I’ve had girlfriends that claimed they loved sex, and would help me get back to normal, but that wasn’t the case. They know that the sight, sound or taste of a pussy will make me jump off that cliff. In the end the reason I’m even here is because of someone pushing my buttons. I was at work. I got tangled up in a conversation with human resources about some of my issues. The next thing I know, we’re in the small boardroom, one girl is riding my face and the other is bouncing on my dick. It might have been okay, had the intern not been the boss’s daughter. The only thing that saved me from being fired was her telling her father that the H.R. manager had provoked me into fucking them both right there and then. In the end, I was suspended with pay until I receive a clean bill of health to return to work.”

Nat as once again opening and closing her legs. Helen’s face looked flushed and the guy across from me was back to rubbing his boner through his pants.

“I know that I need the help. I just not sure that I want it.”

“Well thank you John. We will do everything in our power to set you on the right track.”

I decided that not making eye contact with anyone would be my best course of action. I looked at the ground and my shoes but didn’t lift my head. Helen spoke and spoke. She recited scripture and the bible. She read from medical journals. She had it all. There was also dates given for guest speakers to come in and talk about their own personal battles.

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