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

My Story Time:

My name is Lily, but no one calls me that anymore. Not since my husband, Richard—who’s 62, btw, I was 18 when we married—caught me crying about his affair with my son’s childhood friend, Chloe. He looked at my 37-year-old, still-18-looking-ass body, lactating for our toddler, and was like, “You’re chronologically ancient, Lily. A used-up relic.” Then he took all my clothes. Every. Last. Stitch. Burned them. Said from now on, everyone would call me “Crust.” Yeah, like old bread. Ironic, since my pussy’s basically public property now.

So here I am, “Crust,” permanently naked, my tits leaking milk, watching Richard and 18-year-old Chloe go at it on the living room couch. They’re all, “I love you,” and moaning, it’s genuine and shit. Meanwhile, my own sons, Jake and Ben, walk in. They don’t see their mom. They see a free-use hole. Ben slaps my face, HARD. “On your knees, Crust.” No cap, my mind broke weeks ago from this. I’m addicted. I drop down and take Ben’s thick dick deep into my throat, gagging, while Jake gets behind me and rams his cock into my dripping cunt raw.

“Gonna breed you again, you old slut,” Jake grunts, pounding me, his hands around my throat. I can’t breathe, but the pain mixes with the pleasure and I’m moaning like a whore. Ben pulls his dick from my throat, pinches my nipple hard, and starts sucking the milk straight out. “Refreshments,” he smirks. They switch, spit-roasting me, slapping my ass and tits. I’m just a fleshlight for their rage. They both cum inside me, filling my pussy and my mouth, marking me. When they’re done, Jake rubs his messy cock all over my face, then slaps me again. “Get lost, Crust.”

I collapse on the floor, leaking their cum, watching Richard kiss Chloe’s forehead. She mouths ‘sorry’ to me between her moans. Oof. The humiliation should crush me, but all I can think about is how empty I feel without a dick inside me. My new normal is so fucked up.