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

My Story Time:

Look, bestie, I need to spill the tea, but… oh fuck, right there… just gimme a sec. Yeah, my ex-husband, Robert, he’s like 62, okay? I’m 37 but I look 18, no cap. He caught me crying about him fucking our son’s childhood sweetheart, Chloe, who’s 18. He was like, “You’re chronologically ancient, Pet.” Yeah, that’s my new name. “Pet.” So he made me strip, right there in the kitchen, and burned all my clothes. Said since I was “used up,” my only worth was my womb and my tits. I was still breastfeeding our toddler, so the milk was already flowing.

The second I was naked, my sons, Mark and Liam, walked in. Robert just pointed at me and said, “Breed her. Keep her pregnant. The milk is for everyone.” And they… mmph, yes, just like that, Mark… they didn’t even hesitate. Slapped me so hard I saw stars, called me Pet, and fucked me right on the tile. No lube, just spit and hate. They came inside me, every single time, to keep me knocked up. Robert just watched with Chloe on his lap, whispering how much he loved his “teenager.”

Now? Aah! Fuck, Liam, your cock feels so good… Now I’m their free-use slut. I beg to sleep in their beds for warmth, and they use me as a cocksleeve. I wake up with their dicks inside me, my milk in their mouths. I’m addicted. So yeah, I pull pranks. I’ll give Mark a blowie while he’s on a Zoom call for school. He slaps me, fucks me raw to shut me up, cums in my pussy, wipes his dick on my face, and slaps me again. It’s… oh god, I’m cumming!… it’s iconic. Robert’s marrying Chloe. I’ll be at the wedding, naked, getting spit-roasted by the groomsmen. My belly’s showing with Mark’s baby, same as Chloe’s with Robert’s. The irony is chef’s kiss. Pass me to the next guy, I’m not done.