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

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So, okay, besties, I need to spill the tea, and I mean all of it. The story of how I, Olivia Chase, became "The Relic." Yeah, that’s me. The fully naked, permanently sticky one. Oof, hang on a sec… ah! Sorry, my son, Jake—he’s 19, a whole foot taller than me now—is currently balls-deep in my pussy from behind while I’m trying to talk. His cock feels so big… God, it’s… mmm… it’s nothing like the tiny little thing I pushed out of this same cunt years ago.

It all started when I caught my husband, Marcus—he’s 52, I was his barely-legal 18-year-old bride—fucking my son’s childhood sweetheart, Chloe. She’s 17, gorgeous, and was totally in love with my Jake. I walked in on them in our kitchen, Marcus pumping into her on the counter, and I just… froze. He saw me, didn’t even stop thrusting, and was like, “You’re 37, Liv. You’re ancient. A used-up relic.” Then he told me to strip. I was so shocked I did it. He took every stitch, even the towel I’d just wrapped myself in after my shower, and burned it all in the backyard fire pit. “From now on,” he said, “you’re just The Relic. Your only purpose is to make milk and take cocks.”

The next part is a blur. Marcus moved Chloe into our bedroom that night. I was shivering, trying to cover myself in the living room, when Jake came home. He took one look at me, his own mother, completely bare, and his face just… hardened. No “Mom.” Nothing. He walked over, slapped me hard across the face—crack!—and hissed, “On your knees, Relic.” And I… I did it. I sucked my son’s dick for the first time, right there on the floor, choking on it while I heard Marcus and Chloe’s passionate moans floating down the hall. He came in my throat, and I swallowed every drop. That was the night my old life died.

Now? This is my life. Marcus divorced me, said he was “disgusted” I was having sex with other men… even though he makes me do it. The irony is not lost on me, period. He and Chloe are genuinely in love, always fucking sweetly somewhere in the house. Meanwhile, I’m the household dairy cow. Jake and his friends use me constantly. They slap my tits, twist my nipples until milk streams out, and drink straight from the tap mid-fuck. They always creampie me, trying to knock me up again so the milk never stops. I’m just a vessel. A warm, wet sleeve for their cocks.

And you know what’s the wildest part? After months of this… my mind broke. But in a good way? I’m addicted. I crave the rough hands, the slaps, the feeling of being completely filled. I’ll do shit now, like, I followed Jake to his college campus last week, fully naked and still dripping from some guy at the gas station. I walked right up to him while he was talking to his professor, got on my knees, and started sucking him off right there in the quad. He was trying so hard to keep his composure, but sheesh, his dick got so hard in my mouth. He dragged me behind a building, slapped me again for embarrassing him, and fucked me raw against the brick wall. After he came inside me, he wiped his messy cock all over my face and slapped me once more for good measure. It’s our thing.

Chloe’s pregnant now, glowing, and Marcus dotes on her. I’m pregnant too, bump showing, but it’s just… maintenance. A means to an end. But hey, at least Marcus and I can chat like old friends sometimes now. I’ll be on my knees for someone, and he’ll walk by, pat my head, and ask how my day was. I’ll laugh, milk leaking from my bitten nipples, and say, “Same old, same old for this Relic.” And we’ll both chuckle. It’s… it’s a vibe. A really fucked up, cum-drenched, totally broken vibe. And honestly? I don’t want it to stop. Don’t stop, Jake… please, fuck, fill me up again… I’m gonna cum!