Old-Skool Cum-A-Holic

Old-Skool Cum-A-Holic

 

I’m an old-skool cum-a-holic who can never get enough. You know, like any junkie, I’m subject to relapse. But, you would want me to get some help, right? I was back on the wagon when I entered these hallowed halls. Mostly, it was to escape my old life. I grew up in suspect surroundings in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere. I have hard-working, but blue-collar parents. They worked really hard to keep us from knowing just how poor we really were. I was a whore just beneath the skin.

But, an old-skool cum-a-holic needs to be fed. I indulged in everything I knew to stay away from; smoking, drinking, cussing, and, oh yeah… fucking. I liked it deep and hard in every hole I had. Most dubbed me as incurable. So, I’ll admit it. I’m a super heavy drinker. For years, my life was ruled by it. And like any eXXXperienced junkie, I’d do anything to get my fix. I needed it warm, creamy, and abundant. Oh, yum!

Give Me What I Need, and I’ll Go Away. SIKE! LOL

So, after a few hours of being an old-skool cum-a-holic and sucking every dick I got ahold of and looking over my shoulder for the law, I decided I needed to change my life completely. Oh, I missed the dangling dicks,cum-dripping tongues, chins, and fingers. Of course, I do…um did! Giggle. Then, I caught a red-eye train for Austin, Texas.  But, I know the key to pulling it all off was NOT telling anyone where I was going. So, before I mentioned Hallowed Halls, right?

Moreover,  it’s as good a place as any for an old-skool cum-a-holic to hide. I could get my shit together, clean up and fly right. You know? There was a time when I was really in a spin; like when I got myself in a little trouble with blackmailed secretary pussy and oh boy, the way that turned out! Haha. So, this place, let’s call it The Convent, is open to all junkies like me. We’re housed in “cells” and each of us has a roommate.

Torture for An Old-Skool Cum-A-Holic? You Bet!

How to torture an old-skool cum-a-holic? Stick them in a cell with a big tit trans! Oh, shit! I didn’t know until it was close to lights out and she dropped her jumpsuit to the floor revealing a huge dick! Now, normally chicks aren’t it for me. But, a dick is a dick is a dick, right? My tongue darted between my lips (the ones on my FACE!) and my pussy soaked right through my own jumpsuit! My first thought was, I need that dick! Now!

The old-skool cum-a-holic in me rose to the surface. As I slid from my bottom bunk. In the darkness, I dropped to my knees and took what I needed! So, from the moment my hands gripped that dick I felt the throb, and so did SHE! Her moans MUST have hummed through the cell walls because the next thing I knew, the door opened and other residents entered. Who knew that so many trans-women would seek solace from sexual aDICKtions? LOL

Indoctrinating an Old-Skool Cum-A-Holic.

Some of these women had other types of addictions, but they were about to be introduced to the delicious pleasures that cum with being an old-skool cum-a-holic. The jizzy-juice was about to flow and they were amazed by my predilection to swallow it all! Of course, I eventually shared. However, in those first moments, I wanted it ALL! I lapped and slurped at every dick I could hold onto.

My tongue moved with precision along the shafts and up the cord that runs up the back of the dick. Then, I used the tip of my tongue to flick around her throbbing head and over the pee-hole. Oh, how the pre-cum dripped! Her hands found the back of my head and shoved it all the way down! Another girl shoved her tongue up “her” ass in a most delicious act of embuggering. So, that act caused my cellmate to thrust forward. But what came out was a HUGE load of pre-cum!

Getting Everything I Needed.

Being cured from being an old-skool cum-a-holic just wasn’t in the cards for any of us. We formed what can only be described as a human centipede going ass or dick to mouth in a giant circle of bodies. The moans started to sound like a chant of satisfaction ending in a group SCREAM followed by mass slurping sounds as we hungrily got the entire room cleaned up.

No one ever knew that old-skool cum-a-holics held court every night. But, the place that was meant to help us to get cured only made our cravings worse! Every night, we feasted on that warm soup. So, thank the heavens for being dumb enough to put dicks in with recovering women. We all took our fill as we prepared to re-enter our lives on the outside.

If YOU have a craving for jizz, we should talk so you can feel the drip too. Maybe you are an old-skool cum-a-holic and need to taste the rainbow. Haha. Call me today!

Kiss, kiss.

Just Joey

 

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