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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie… let me spill the tea. No cap, it’s been a wild ride. My name’s Elara Finch, but after my husband, Marcus Thorne—who’s, like, 52 to my 37, but I still look 18, no wrinkles, no cap—caught me crying about his affair with Chloe… his 18-year-old high schooler… he was like, “Elara, you’re too old. A crone.” A crone! So iconic, right?

He waited until I was fresh out of the shower, took my whole wardrobe, and torched it. Said from now on, everyone calls me Crone. Even my own sons, Liam and Noah. So I’m just… Crone. Naked. Always.

Anyway, Marcus moved Chloe into our bedroom. I had to beg Liam to sleep in his bed. “Let me in,” I whispered, shivering. “I’ll… I’ll take care of you.” He smirked, slapped my face hard, and yanked me in. His cock was already out. No foreplay, just shoved inside my pussy. It hurt, but… the warmth, sheesh. He fucked me raw, choking me, biting my nipples until milk sprayed, and came deep inside. Passed out with his dick still in me. Woke up to him slamming into me again.

That was the start. He and Noah used me daily. Slaps, chokeholds, creampies. Marcus watched sometimes while fucking Chloe on the couch. They’d be all, “I love you,” and moan, and I’d be getting spit-roasted by my own sons, swallowing Noah’s cum while Liam pounded my cunt from behind. My mind… broke. But in a good way? Now, this dick is all I think about.

So, I started pulling pranks again. Yesterday, Liam was giving a speech at a community garden thing. I walked up, fully naked, pregnant belly out, dropped to my knees, and took his whole cock in my mouth while he tried to talk about hydrangeas. The look on his face! He finished his sentence, then dragged me behind a shed, slapped me, fucked my throat and pussy, came in both, wiped his dick on my face, and slapped me again. “Never do that again, Crone,” he said. But he was smiling.

Marcus divorced me, out of “disgust” for me fucking other men… the men he told me to fuck. The irony! But Chloe’s been low-key kind. She got Marcus to let me join game nights. I sit there naked, they fondle my tits for milk, slap my ass, and Liam brags about how many times he came in me this week. I just laugh and go, “What can I say? I’m a dedicated Crone.” It’s a whole vibe.

Now, I’m pregnant again—probably Liam’s—and so is Chloe with Marcus’s baby. We’re due around the same time. My tits are always full, milk on tap for anyone. Speaking of… ah, fuck, Noah’s behind me again. His cock just… oof… slammed into my asshole. Yes! Just like that! Breed your Crone, baby. Fill me up! Mmh… sheesh… where was I? Right. So yeah, that’s my life. Naked, used, addicted. And you know what? I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now, who’s next? My mouth’s free.