Anal Addiction — Part Three

I felt one of his hands slip away from my buttocks, followed by that familiar, warm prodding of thick glans against my asshole, and my body thrilled…

“Now,” I breathed, creaking on the chair. “Make sure that nice big cock is coated and dripping before you come near my asshole. Then take it slow. But don’t worry…if you can’t help yourself and you nut in my ass, I’m sure to cum. Like I said, I just can’t get enough of big, throbbing cocks in my butt…”

And I watched with gathering excitement as Rob popped the cap of the bottle, and began attending to his twitching length.

Yeah. I’d completely given in.

Nor did I care.

My pussy was so soaked by this point, knowing that I was going to have my needs served by each of the three men standing around me, that any thoughts of combating my addiction had long disappeared.

Now I was desperate.

And as Rob, the coordinator of our group session, lathered his cock with the lube, then bashfully approached, my asshole was already winking.

“Oh God, put it in me, Robert,” I sighed, tightening my grip on the back of the chair I was kneeling on.

What a sight I must’ve been: completely naked save for my sneakers, by large pendulous tits hanging loose, and already glistening with Rob’s spit; my full lips parted and gleaming as I swept my tongue over them in eager anticipation.

Rob eased up behind me. He cursed under his breath, no doubt marveling at my round, ripe ass.

Obviously, it was my best feature. Maybe I was always destined to be an anal addict with a heavy, peachy butt like mine.

It certainly attracted enough attention, especially when I favoured wearing the tightest leggings I could find.

But then, I did also do my best to keep it in the finest possible shape, spending hours in the gym and at yoga, gently toning my buttocks.

And I also spent as much time making sure I kept my perfect little asshole ready to take any cock that happened my way.

That I’d learnt from my first steady boyfriend — and why I’d ended up loving anal so much.

Not wishing to get pregnant, I happily suggested anal instead, and soon I preferred it more than having a cock in my pussy.

I think he did too: telling me often that he came so much harder when he was inside my ass.

Well, I hoped that Rob would have to same experience. Most men usually did.

And when he dropped his warm, oily hands on my butt cheeks, bringing them to a nice shine with the lube, I was aching to show him just how pleasurable fucking my ass could be.

“Come on now, honey, I’m so ready for your cock,” I encouraged Rob, whose hesitation was borne out of inexperience. He’d admitted this was his first time putting his dick in a woman’s butt.

Then I felt one of his hands slip away, followed by that familiar, warm prodding of thick glans against my asshole, and my body thrilled.

“Fuck…” Rob growled, applying more pressure. His cock was thick, but no bigger than I’d had in the past, and as I relaxed so he slowly began to breach me. “Oh fuck…”

“Oh baby…” I croaked, my hands creaking on the back of the chair. “Put it in me! Fill my ass with that cock!”

Rob soon slid both hands on my waist. I could feel his cock straining as it forced its way inside. And despite my skill and experience, there was always an initial discomfort at having something so large and alien tunnel deeper inside my butthole.

But the lube was doing its job. And the nipple-hardening desire I always had to be fucked in the ass soon had me yelping, until Rob was filling every inch of me with that thickening, swelling length.

“Damn, that’s a big fucking cock,” I gasped, pushing down my back so that Rob could more easily push the last few inches of himself to the hilt. “Oh God, baby, you’re so deep in my asshole!”

Rob’s fingers squeezed my waist.

I wondered if this moment would just be too much for him — his cock hugged so snugly; my muscles flexing — that he wouldn’t be able to prevent his climax.

But, somehow, he held off.

More than that: he began to stroke his cock into me, grunting under his breath as he did so, until his body was clapping against my buttocks, making them jiggle.

“Oh…my!” I found myself exclaiming in surprise and delight. “Robert…You…you fucking…animal…”

Rob thrusted harder.

And now his cock was flying in and out of me while Steve and Geoff, undoubtedly yearning to join in, moved behind the chair.

It wasn’t easy, but I just about managed to take each of the cocks in turn when they were presented to me, trying my best to push my lips onto them while I was fucked from behind.

I made muffled, appreciated, panting groans of pleasure, cramming first Geoff’s cock in my mouth, then Steve’s, already conscious that I was about to cum.

No wonder.

I’d abstained from taking a cock in my ass for some while, and together with the taste of my pussy on Steve’s cock — who had so enthusiastically pounded me just moments before — I was soon squealing.

I have to tell you, there is nothing more intense than an anal orgasm.

Especially when I thrust my hand between my legs to play with my clit.

And as Rob hung onto my butt while he slapped into me, I knew my pussy was leaking with every buffeting punch that jarred me from behind, until my juices were pattering onto the seat of the chair.

I cried out as I came, dragging Geoff’s cock from my mouth, and I heard Rob issue an oath at the same time.

Which obviously suggested that he found the experience so overwhelming that he was close to cumming too.

And when I became aware of that tell-tale spasming inside my ass — so much more obvious to me than it ever could be in my pussy — I growled: “Oh God…cum in my ass, Robert! Fill my butt with all your beautiful thick cum…” — which turned out to be a redundant demand because at that moment I heard him give a straining cry and felt the first flush of hot semen spurt inside me.

It was well-timed too.

My orgasm was already racing, and so much more heightened when I knew that Rob was filling me with his warm cream.

I swore, and my ass tightened, squeezing on Rob’s shaft and milking more of his juice out of him as he gave his last, shuddering thrusts.

Only then, after he’d drained his balls dry, did he pull free, dragging a great gout of cum with him.

“Fuck!”

My shout echoed around the walls of the church hall. Semen slid out of my asshole and down the insides of my legs.

Rob really had put a lot of his spunk inside me.

In the end, he’d proved surprisingly adept despite his inexperience.

But even as my galloping heartbeat began to regulate, so I suddenly became conscious that I’d only satisfied one man out of three.

It was fortunate, therefore, that I was such an anal whore.

For even with Rob’s cum bubbling out of my asshole, I was ready to go again, and climbing off the chair, breathing hard, I said: “Okay, boys…so who’s next?”

It turned out to be Geoff.

He’d watched Steve fuck my pussy, and Rob fuck my ass, so his patience had run pretty thin.

I therefore instructed him to sit on the chair, even though it had been speckled with Rob’s cum, and so that I could climb up on his cock.

Geoff had no problem putting his lubed length inside my ass where another man had already deposited a heavy load of semen.

If anything, he seemed to swell even harder as I balanced my sneakers on his thighs and began to bounce.

Our bodies collided against each other with sweaty smacks.

Geoff clung onto my waist and did his best to hold out.

But as our flesh buffeted with ever-increasing intensity, my ass trembling against Geoff’s stomach, so it was inevitable that more orgasms would follow.

I told Geoff how deep his cock was in my asshole, and how much I loved it, doing my best to keep my balance as my tits flapped with every thrust.

Geoff snarled, and did his best to hold off.

Yet as I succumbed to another climax, so he offered a pained, defeated groan, and was soon filling me with more forceful jets of thick, silky cum.

Like I said, I’d honed my ass at the gym, so it was easy to strangle as much semen out of Geoff’s cock as I could.

Then, slick and panting, I was climbing off his legs, dropping to the floor, and Geoff’s cock flopped against his belly, still pumping cum.

“Jesus Christ…” he said. “That was fucking incredible…”

“And I still have one more to go…” I answered him, chewing my lip and turning my attention to Steve, whose dick was standing so upright it looked like he might cum there and then.

But I was more than game to finish my group session with a bang.

And even with Geoff’s cum still warm as it dripped out of me, I told Steve to lie on the floor.

He didn’t seem to mind sprawling out on the cool, wooden surface. It was so hot in the church we were all flushed and sticky.

And when I climbed on top of him, reaching behind to angle his cock against my now used and cum-spattered asshole, he had no trouble sliding into me.

I have to admit, however, I’d never really done anything like this before.

Well, not had three strangers fuck me in the ass one after the other. There was that one time with my old boyfriend and two of his friends.

I guess that was the beginning of the end of things for him, though.

He realized that I craved my asshole being filled so much that one cock was never enough, and jealousy broke us apart.

It was one of the reasons I’d forced myself to attend the group session.

I felt like there was something wrong with me that I needed to be pleasured in this way so much.

But as my ass was penetrated for the third time, and I felt the familiar buzz of pleasure begin to prickle through me, I realized that this was just the way I was built.

This was who I was.

It didn’t matter how many men put their cocks in my butt…

…how many times they came inside it…

I was no more of a freak than most people. The only difference was — I was honest about it.

Most people kept their cravings a dirty secret.

And as long as what I desired didn’t damage anyone, what was the harm?

Steve’s cock began to thrust into my ass even harder.

I bent down and kissed him passionately, my tits squeezing against his chest.

I wanted to show him just how much I appreciated his help in showing me there was nothing wrong in what we were doing.

And his cock began to stiffen and spasm inside me.

Our tongues entwined. My frown deepened as my climax shuttled through me.

And when Steve finally came, squirting a rich cascade of creamy cum into my ass once again, I sobbed out my pleasure and orgasmed on his cock.

In the end, cum was dribbling out of me when Steve pulled free.

I felt entirely full and satisfied.

So much so, that I happily climbed to my knees and took each of my three new friends’ cocks in turn, sucking them clean and savouring the naturalness of my wants and needs.

Then I leaned back on my heels, licking my lips, and said: “You guys are the best. And this is the greatest sex addiction group that I could ever have hoped to attend.”

And that was when Rob shot a sheepish glance across to Geoff and Steve.

“What is it?” I asked.

Geoff shrugged, and replied. “Well, Cindy…strictly…we’re not here for sex therapy.”

I blinked. “Huh?” Then I frowned. “What is this group, then?”

“‘Coping with divorce’…” Steve admitted. “Our wives all left us last year.”

“Divorce!” My voice bounced off the walls. “You mean…you’re not all addicted to sex…like me?”

“Oh, we wouldn’t say that,” said Rob. “At least, we could certainly get obsessed with what you showed us today.”

“Oh yeah…?” And I was about to offer a rebuke, before my eyes dropped to the three swelling dicks before me.

After all, what was the point of being angry? Especially since, if I really needed convincing my addiction was perfectly natural, I had everything I could possibly want right here.

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