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

My Story Time:

Okay, so, spill the tea, bestie. This is going to be a wild one, no cap. I’m Hannah, and I used to be Mrs. Hannah Miller. My husband, Arthur, he’s like, 62? He married me right out of high school. I’m 37, but I look 18, period. We had three kids: Mark, Chloe, and little baby Leo, who I’m still breastfeeding. It was all iconic until I walked in on Arthur fucking Lily, my son Mark’s childhood sweetheart. The girl I called my future daughter-in-law. Big yikes.

When I confronted him, he was so calm. He was like, “You’re too old, Hannah. Chronologically. It’s over.” Then he told me to strip. I was shook, but he just… took everything. My clothes, my name, everything. He burned my favorite dress right in front of me. From that moment, I became ‘The Relic’. That’s what everyone calls me now. Even my kids. ESPECIALLY my kids.

Mark was the first. Seconds after I was standing there, totally naked, he just… walked up and slapped me across the face. Hard. “Get on your knees, Relic,” he said. And I did. He shoved his dick so deep down my throat I couldn’t breathe, gagging and choking while he called me a used-up slut. He came in my mouth, made me swallow, then slapped me again and told me to get lost. That was just the beginning.

Arthur set up these… parties. Lily, bless her kind heart, she’d always mouth ‘sorry’ to me while Arthur was fucking her pussy so lovingly. Meanwhile, I’d be in the corner, getting spit-roasted by Arthur’s business partners. One cock ramming my throat, another pounding my cunt from behind, both of them slapping my ass and tits raw, drinking my breast milk straight from my nipples when they got thirsty. They’d always creampie me, breeding me, because Arthur wants me pregnant constantly to keep the milk flowing.

Mark and his friends use me daily. They slap my face so they don’t have to see their mom, they choke me while they fuck me, they bite my nipples until they mark. And you know what? After a while… my mind just broke. I got addicted. The pain, the rough fucking, the feeling of cum flooding my pussy… it’s all I think about now.

So now, I pull pranks. Like, yesterday, Mark was giving a speech at a family BBQ. I crawled under the table, pulled his cock out, and started sucking him off right there. He was trying so hard to keep his composure, his voice cracking. After, he dragged me to the garage, slapped me, fucked me senseless against the wall, came inside me, wiped his dick on my face, and slapped me again. And I just laughed. I call him ‘motherfucker’ as a joke now. I’ll be like, “Come on, motherfucker, that tiny dick I birthed isn’t going to fuck itself.” It makes him so mad, he gets rougher, which is what I crave.

Lily finally got Arthur to be nicer to me. We have movie nights now. I sit there fully naked, my pregnant belly showing—I’m pregnant with Mark’s baby, Lily’s pregnant with Arthur’s—and the men will fondle my tits for milk while they brag about fucking me. I just joke along. “Relic’s special recipe,” I’ll say when someone drinks from me. Arthur and I are friends again, in a messed-up way. He’s happy with Lily, I’m… well, I’m just a Relic. A dripping, used-up, cum-filled Relic who needs a cock inside her 24/7. And honestly? I’m fine with it. Ooh, fuck, Mark’s back… yes, slap me again… just like that… fill me up, motherfucker… I’m cumming!