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My Story Time:

The “Fuck-It Bucket”

Okay, so, spill the tea, bestie. My name’s Lily. Or, it was. Now? Now I’m just the Bucket. The Fuck-It Bucket. Iconic, right? No cap, I even made a joke about it. I was like, “At least I’m useful! You can dump anything in me!” Oof, my son, Ethan—don’t call him that, he’s not my son anymore—slapped me so hard for that one. Aah!

Anyway, so here I am, 37 but looking like a fucking CO-ED, bent over the kitchen island at our little “family game night.” My ex, Robert—he’s 62, married me when I was 17, whole other story—is cuddled up with his new girl, Chloe. She’s 18, sweet, kind of mouthed ‘sorry’ to me earlier when Robert was fucking her brains out on the couch. They’re in love, it’s whatever.

But me? I’m the main attraction. Always fully naked. Robert took my clothes after I caught them, said I was “too old.” The irony is so fucking spicy. My pussy is literally dripping onto the tile right now, just from the frustration of not having a cock inside me. I can’t stand a single second without one. I’m so fucking addicted.

So I’m trying to tell you, the new guy Robert invited, how I got here. “So yeah,” I start, my voice shaky as my daughter, Ashley, walks by and twists my nipple hard, squeezing my breast milk straight into her glass. Mmm! Fuck! “He just… he tore my dress off and was like, ‘You’re the household milk cow now.’ And then he told Ethan to… to breed me.”

Ethan, my motherfucker of an oldest—Aah! See? He just slapped my ass so hard for saying that. “Shut up, Bucket,” he growls, his hand sliding between my legs from behind, two fingers shoving into my cunt. I gasp, my knees buckling. “Just tell him how many times I’ve creampied you this week.”

I’m moaning, I can’t help it. “S-seven,” I pant, pushing back against his hand. “But who’s counting?” Another slap, this time on my other cheek. My ass is on fire. It feels so good. God, I need his dick. I’m leaking everywhere.

Robert laughs from the couch, his arm around Chloe. “She’s useful. Keeps the boys entertained and the fridge stocked with milk.” He winks at me, like we’re old pals. Then he pulls Chloe into a deep kiss.

Ethan’s friend, Mark, comes up and just… starts sucking on my other nipple, drinking straight from me. The tugging sensation goes right to my clit. Mmm mmm mmm! I’m shuddering. “The divorce papers said ‘irreconcilable differences,’” I moan out, trying to finish my story. “But really, it was because Robert was disgusted I fucked other men… even though he made me do it!”

Ethan finally gets bored of fingering me and slaps my cunt, making me yelp. “You’re boring our guest, Bucket. Meet me in my room after this. I’m not done with you.” He squeezes my breast, milk spraying, and then smacks my face. Not hard enough to knock me down, but enough to make my head ring.

I look at the new guy, my vision blurry with want. My pussy is throbbing, empty and aching. “So, that’s the tea,” I whisper, a desperate smile on my face. “I’m the Fuck-It Bucket. And I really, really need someone to fuck me. Right. Now.”