Susan - Sex Stories

Susan

Susan Susan had been going to the group for 2 months and today it was her turn to speak. She was so nervous. She had heard the stories of the other people, all of them anonymous, of course. The self-help group had a great reputation, something like the AA, alcoholics anonymous. Still she was afraid, because her story was so much weirder than anybody’s. Nobody had done the things she had done. Sure, there was the 30 year old businessman who hired a new secretary every week, fucked her through and then dumped her. That was the way he ticked, he said. And the lady who had a relation with two men at the same time, and they were father and son. Or the guy who who had to eat fresh vegetables during sex - out of his girlfriends pussy. But she was the baddest of all. And she was ashamed of herself, and she was nervous. But here came the nod from the moderator, and she had to stand up. She could hide her shaking hands, but everybody would listen to her shaking voice. The first sentence was the same for everyone, except the name, of course. “Hello everyone, I am Susan and I am a porn and sex addict.” That went over her lips quite smooth and she saw the warm smiles on the face of the 8 other people sitting in the circle. Susan took a deep breath and continued. “It all started two years ago, when I was 18. I just had dumped my boyfriend. He only thought about himself. Yes, we would have sex, but only missionary style. And every time it would hurt. He would cum every time, and maybe half ...

... of the times I would cum, too. But then I broke up with him. And the last words he told me really hurt me. ‘I had pity on you. You are so ugly, no other guy would take you. So I fucked you. Bye.’” Also now, Susan had to fight with tears. There were some comments from members: “Hey Susan, you are not ugly.” “Susan, I love your small body.” But Susan just shook her head. “No I am not pretty. I have no tits, I have no hips, I am not a woman.” Tears welled up in her eyes. Here, the moderator chirped in. “Susan, we are all different. Some are tall like Jim, some are small like you. Some woman are well endowed, like Julie, and some are cute like you. Just continue. Do not blame yourself, blame that asshole of a boyfriend. And you other guys, just let her talk, okay?” Susan nodded. “But that had hurt so much, I did not want to have any other boyfriend anymore. Whenever I wanted I did it myself. Then I found that dildo in moms drawer. And I started to use it in the afternoons when I was alone at home. Mom and big b*o were working during the day. I downloaded some porn from the internet and I saw it on our big living room flat screen. And I would do the dildo until I came. Then, one day, as I was working my pussy with long and deep strokes I heard the door bell. I jumped up, tried to jump in my jeans, and threw my T-shirt over. The bell rang again, and I was so in a hurry. I rushed to the door, and there was this UPS delivery guy. ‘I have something for your mom.’ Just as I wanted to ...