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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, so I’m gonna spill the tea on my… oh, fuck… sorry, my son Liam just shoved his dick back in my pussy from behind and it’s… mmmph… so deep. No cap, this is my life now. Let me back up.

So, I’m Elara. Was Mrs. Elara Thorne. Had it all: married to my childhood friend, Marcus Thorne—he’s like, 58, I’m 37 but look 18, it’s iconic—three kids, a toddler I was still breastfeeding. We were besties, fucking like rabbits. Then I caught him with our neighbor’s daughter, Chloe. She’s 18, used to have a thing with my oldest, Liam. Total betrayal arc.

I confronted him. He was like, “You’re too old, Elara. Used up.” Then he just… took my clothes. Ripped my dress right off, told me I was ‘The Relic’ now. Everyone calls me that. Period. My own kids don’t call me mom. Liam, who’s 19, and his brother, Noah, 17, started fucking me that same night. Rough. Slapping my face, choking me, calling me Relic while they bred my cunt. Marcus’s orders. “Get her pregnant. We need the milk.” The irony, right? He divorces me for being a slut he created.

Now, I’m just The Relic. Always naked. Always dripping cum. Marcus only fucks Chloe—they’re in love, it’s actually kinda sweet—while I get used. Like right now. Liam’s pounding my g-spot, his cock stretching me… ah! Yes! And Noah’s in front, forcing his dick down my throat. I can’t breathe, I’m gagging, my tits are swinging… they drink my milk straight from the tap when they get thirsty mid-fuck. They’re gonna creampie me again. They always do. Fill up this old Relic. Make sure I’m always pregnant, always lactating for the whole household.

Chloe’s pregnant too, by Marcus. We bonded over that. She’s kind. Tries to get them to be nicer to me during movie nights. Doesn’t really work. They still grope me and slap my ass while talking about how many times they’ve came inside me. I just laugh and make jokes. I’ve embraced it. I’m their personal motherfucker—literally, I call them that—and their milk cow. My mind’s broken. All I crave is this: the slap of their hips, the burn of their cum flooding my womb, the sting on my face when they’re done. It’s all I think about. Ooh, God, Liam, I’m gonna… I’m cumming! Fill your Relic up! Mark me! It’s all I’m good for now. Sheesh.