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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, spill the tea? It’s about to get spicy. I’m Penelope, but nobody calls me that anymore. My husband, Arthur, who’s like 62 to my 37—yeah, I was a teen bride, no cap—caught me crying about his affair with my son Liam’s childhood crush, Chloe. She’s 18, still in high school, and honestly, iconic. He just looked at me, all calm, and was like, “You’re chronologically ancient, Pet.” That’s my new name. Pet. Because I’m the old, used-up thing you keep around.

He didn’t even yell. He just waited until I got out of the shower, took the towel, and collected every stitch of clothing from our room. “You don’t need these anymore, Pet. Your only purpose is to make milk and take cock to make more milk.” I was standing there, totally naked, dripping wet, my pussy on full display, my tits—still full of milk for our toddler—just out there. Sheesh.

The moment he walked out with the last of my dresses, my oldest son, Liam, walked in. He didn’t even look at my face. His eyes just went straight to my bare cunt. “On your knees, Pet,” he said, his voice cold. I was still his mom! But I knelt. What else could I do? He unzipped his pants, and his dick, already hard, slapped against my cheek. “You made me like this, you thirsty bitch,” he muttered, and shoved it into my mouth. I gagged, tears mixing with my shower water. He fucked my throat rough, gripping my hair, while his other hand twisted my nipple so hard a stream of warm breast milk shot out. He leaned down and sucked it right from the source, groaning around my flesh while his cock battered the back of my throat. I was choking, crying, and low-key… my pussy got wet. The shame was a physical burn.

He came down my throat without warning, flooding my mouth with salty cum, and made me swallow every drop. “Good Pet,” he grunted, then slapped me hard across the face. “Now go beg my brother to fuck your pussy. Dad says you need to be pregnant again by the end of the week.” As I stumbled away, I saw Arthur and Chloe in the hallway. He had her pressed against the wall, his hand up her skirt, kissing her neck. “My perfect girl,” he whispered to her, and she moaned, her eyes meeting mine over his shoulder. She mouthed ‘sorry’ before her eyes rolled back. And that’s my life now. I’m just Pet, the naked, cum-filled milk dispenser, watching real love happen in front of me while I get passed around to stay bred. Big yikes, but… my body doesn’t seem to mind anymore.