My Steamy Story: Sex with: Multiple men and one woman ...

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Okay, so, I need to get this off my chest. It’s so messed up but… I can’t stop thinking about it. You know how my husband, Marcus—he’s like 52, btw, I was 17 when we got hitched—caught me crying about him and Chloe? Yeah, the 18-year-old he’s been fucking. He just… took everything. I was in the bath, he came in, gathered every stitch of clothing from the wardrobe and the pile by the tub, and was like, “You’re chronologically 37, Evelyn. You’re ancient. You don’t get to hide that used-up body anymore.” Then he burned it all. Now I’m just… “Past-Sell-By.” That’s what everyone has to call me. Even my own kids.

My sons, Liam and Noah, they stopped calling me mom the second the last ember died. Minutes later, Liam slapped me across the face so hard I saw stars. “On your knees, Past-Sell-By,” he growled. I was sobbing, but he just forced his dick into my mouth, choking me on it while Noah got behind me. Noah’s cock felt huge slamming into my pussy, and I swear I felt him hit my cervix. They were both slapping my ass, my tits, Liam’s hands tight on my throat as I gagged. “Take it, you old whore,” Noah grunted, pounding into me. I could hear Marcus in the next room, fucking Chloe, her sweet moans of “I love you” mixing with my choked gags. Liam came down my throat, making me swallow every drop, then immediately shoved his softening cock back in to fuck my mouth with his cum as lube. Noah finished inside my cunt, his cum flooding me, and they both pulled out. Liam wiped his messy dick all over my face, smearing his brother’s cum from my lips, then slapped me again. “Don’t look at us, Past-Sell-By,” he said, before they left me on the floor, dripping and bruised.

That was just the first time. Now, it’s constant. I have to beg one of them to sleep in their bed for warmth. Last night, I went to Liam’s room, my tits aching with milk. “Please,” I whispered. He slapped me, then yanked me down to suckle my nipple, drinking my breast milk while he shoved two fingers roughly into my dripping cunt. “You’re just a fucking milk cow,” he muttered against my skin, before flipping me over and fucking me raw from behind, his hands pulling my hair and smacking my ass until it was bright red. He came inside me, of course, breeding me like it’s his job, then rubbed his cummy cock over my eyes before that final, stinging slap to my face. “Get out. Sleep in the hall.” And I did, curled up on the cold hardwood, my used pussy still leaking my son’s seed, listening to the sounds of Marcus and Chloe making love in the master bedroom. I’m “Past-Sell-By.” And I’m starting to crave the slap that comes with the dick. It’s so fucked up.