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

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Okay, so, bestie, let me spill the tea. You asked for it, no cap. I'm going to give you the full story, from start to finish, but you'll have to forgive me if I get a little... distracted. My son—well, he's not my son anymore, they all just call me the Hag now, period—is currently fucking me from behind while his brother waits his turn, and OMG, they are not gentle. So, yeah, I'm gonna be moaning a lot.

It all started with a prank. I, Chloe, was 37, but I looked 18, AF. My husband, Robert, was 62, and we had a happy, sexy marriage, okay? Like, we were best friends who fucked constantly. I'd just had our toddler, so my tits were full of milk. Anyway, my oldest son, Ethan, was 19 and had this massive, unspoken crush on his childhood friend, Lily, who was 17. I'd tease him so hard. I'd be like, "Ethan, when are you gonna make Lily my daughter-in-law? She's so cute! Don't let some other guy swoop in!" I thought I was being iconic, helping him out. Little did I know, Robert was already swooping in himself.

I caught them. Robert and Lily, right in our bed. I confronted him, and he just... looked at me with this cold pity. He said I was "too old," that my time was up, and that he was in love with his "little girl," Lily. Then he told me to strip. Right there. He took every single stitch of my clothes, my favorite high-heeled sandals, everything, and burned them. Said from now on, I was just the Hag. A used-up thing.

Lily moved in that day. And the very same minute I was standing there, fully naked and shaking, Robert looked at our sons, Ethan and his brother Mark, and said, "You two. She needs to stay pregnant to keep her milk flowing. Don't be gentle." And then he walked away to go fuck Lily in our—his—bedroom.

Ethan slapped me right across the face. I mean, hard. He didn't even look me in the eyes. He just shoved me against the wall, yanked my hips back, and slammed his dick into my dry pussy. It hurt so bad, but he didn't care. Mark just watched, stroking his own cock. Ethan fucked me like he hated me, choking me until I saw stars, biting my nipples so hard milk sprayed into his mouth. He came deep inside me, grunting, and then he pulled out, wiped his still-hard cock all over my tear-streaked face, and slapped me again. "That's for embarrassing me about Lily, you Hag," he spat. Then Mark took his turn.

It was like that for weeks. Every night, I had to beg to sleep in one of their beds for warmth. The deal was rough, abusive sex. They'd fall asleep with their cocks still buried in my cunt, suckling my tits in their sleep. During the day, Robert would host these private parties. He and Lily would be having this beautiful, loving sex on the couch, whispering "I love you"s, while I was in the middle of the room, spit-roasted by a line of his friends. One dick ramming down my throat, another pounding my pussy from behind, all of them slapping my ass, my tits, my face, drinking my milk straight from the tap. They'd all creampie me, one after another. Robert divorced me, said he was disgusted I was having sex with so many men... the men he made me fuck. The irony was not lost on me, let me tell you.

But here's the fucked up part? After a while... my mind broke. Or maybe it fixed itself. I don't know. I stopped seeing the humiliation and started only feeling the pleasure. I became addicted to it. To the slaps, the choking, the feeling of being utterly used and filled up. I needed a cock inside me at all times.

So I started my pranks again, but spicy. One day, Ethan was giving a presentation for a school project over Zoom. I crawled under his desk, fully naked and still dripping from the guy who'd used me that morning, and I took his soft cock into my mouth. On camera! He tried so hard to keep his composure, his voice cracking. The second he was done, he slammed the laptop shut, slapped me so hard my ears rang, bent me over his desk, and fucked my pussy like he wanted to destroy it. After he came inside me, he rubbed his dick all over my face, marking me, and then slapped me again. "You're a fucking motherfucker, you know that, Hag?" he panted. And I just laughed, milk leaking from my bitten nipples. "Takes one to know one, motherfucker," I gasped back. It's our little inside joke now.

Lily, sweet thing, she actually convinced Robert to be... nicer to me. We're like friends again now. I'm pregnant with Ethan's baby, my belly is huge, and Lily is pregnant with Robert's. We bond over that. At family movie nights, I sit there fully naked, my huge tits out, and the guys will casually grope me or take a sip of milk. Ethan will slap my ass and say, "I'm gonna wreck that used-up cunt later, Hag," and I'll just smile and say, "You better, or I'll find someone who will." We all laugh. It's my life now. And you know what? I love it. I'm the Hag, the household milk cow, the free-use cunt. And right now, as I'm telling you this, Ethan's cock is pounding my pregnant pussy so deep, I can feel him in my womb, and Mark is feeding me his dick, and I'm about to... oh, fuck! I'm cumming! YES! Just like that! Fill me up, you motherfuckers! Breed your Hag! Mmmph... okay, where was I? Right. So anyway, that's my tea. Spilled.