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

My Story Time:

So, besties, let me spill the tea. I'm, like, totally getting railed right now. Oof, yes, just like that! It’s my son, Liam—don’t look at me like that, you wanted the story. I gotta start from the beginning.

It all went down when I caught my husband, Charles—he’s 48, by the way, I’m 37 but look 18, no cap—fucking our neighbor’s daughter, Chloe. She’s 17, still in high school, and the girl my oldest son, Liam, was low-key in love with. The ultimate betrayal, right? I confronted him, and he was just like, “You’re too old, Eliza.” Too old! With this face and this body? Sheesh. He waited until I got out of the shower, took every single stitch of clothing I owned—my whole boujee wardrobe—and donated it. Said from now on, everyone would call me “The Relic.” Ironic, since the only thing getting a workout was my pussy.

So yeah, that’s my name now. The Relic. Period. The minute I was naked, Liam—my own son—slapped me right across the face. “Shut up, Relic,” he said. Then he shoved his dick in my mouth while his brother, Noah, took me from behind. No lube, just pure, rough hate-fucking. They choked me, slapped my tits, bit my nipples until I screamed. They came inside me, both of them, filling up my cunt. Charles just watched, drinking a glass of my breast milk—I was still lactating for our toddler—while whispering to Chloe.

That was my new life. Sleeping in Liam’s bed, begging for his body heat in exchange for him using my holes all night. Waking up with his cock already buried in me. Private parties at Charles’s place were the worst. Chloe would be the main event, getting gently passed around by Charles and his friends. Me? I was the free-use side piece. Spit-roasted by strangers, gagging on cock after cock, getting creampied over and over so I’d stay pregnant and keep producing milk for the whole household to drink.

My mind… broke. But in a good way? Like, I stopped caring about the betrayal. All I could think about was cock and cum. I became addicted. So I started pulling pranks again. One time, Liam was giving a speech at a school fundraiser. I crawled under the podium, fully naked and still dripping from the last guy, and started sucking his dick while he tried to talk about community service. He tried to stay composed, but sheesh, his face! Afterward, he dragged me to a janitor’s closet, slapped me, fucked me raw against the mop sink, came inside me, wiped his dick on my face, and slapped me again. “You humiliated me, Relic.” And I just moaned, “Your tiny dick came out of this womb, and now it’s big enough to fill it again. Make me feel it.”

Chloe—sweet, kind Chloe—tried to help. She got Charles to be… nicer. We’d have movie nights where he’d talk to me like we were old friends, even while his buddies fondled my tits for a drink of milk. I’d make jokes. Someone would say, “How many times did you fuck the Relic this week?” and I’d quip back, “Not enough, apparently, since I can still form sentences!” Everyone would laugh. It was… something.

Charles eventually divorced me, out of “disgust” for me fucking other men—the men he made me fuck. The irony. But I stayed in the house. Now, I live with Chloe’s dad, Marcus. He’s my childhood friend, and his condition for not destroying Charles legally was that I become his legal, naked whore. I’m escorted everywhere, fully nude, my bare feet on the pavement, my pregnant belly swollen with Liam’s baby, my pussy dripping. Cops just write in their reports: “Eliza Jones, 37, The Relic.” They can’t touch me. Marcus fucks me brutally, but he pays for specialists to keep me looking young. He cares, in his own fucked-up way.

Chloe is pregnant too, with Charles’s baby. We have a weird camaraderie. I support their relationship. I even attended their wedding, fully naked, getting gangbanged by the groomsmen during the bedding ceremony. It’s my role now.

And right now? Oh, fuck! Liam’s pounding my pussy, and Noah’s forcing his cock down my throat. They’re gonna fill me up again, keep me bred and milky. And you know what? After all this… I’m finally happy. I don’t think about the past. I just think about the next dick, the next load, the next slap. It’s all I need. Now, who’s next? My mouth’s free.