Author: Erozetta

Tangled Up Puppet (part two) [incest] [Father/Daughter, Father/Daughter, Daughter/Daughter (not sisters)] [Group contact] [Cunnilingus- Father/Daughter and Daughter/Daughter] [Fisting – FF] [Anal] [Recording] [virginity]

Her breasts weren’t as large as Izzy’s but her body shape was similar. Slender waist and softly rounded hips and ass. Cora’s thighs were thicker than Izzy’s but she was also about three inches shorter. Cora was biting her lip, looking from me back to the television and rubbing the shaft of my cock.

“You’re sure about this?” I asked.

She nodded and turned her attention back to the doorway, “But I want them to see?” She said, a very questioning tone to her voice.

“You want Terry and Izzy to watch me and you together?” I asked.

She nodded again.

I took my clothes off and carried them with me as I led my daughter back down to the living room. Izzy and Terry were on the couch with Izzy’s feet spread wide and her head tipped back onto her father’s shoulder. Terry was grunting as he thrust up into Izzy, her tits were held still by her own hands groping them. As we came around the side of the couch, I could see Terry’s fingers in his daughter’s cunt, his dick deep inside of her ass. Read more »

Tangled Up Puppet (part one) [MF] [Father/Daughter] [Incest] [Fingering] [Toys] [Facial] [Photos]

I was completely unprepared the day my best friend approached me about a proposition that I never thought I’d even entertain. I noticed how he watched my daughter at the last pool party I’d held that summer, but I chalked it up to an old man taking in the view of an eighteen year old in a tiny tight bikini, not my best friend contemplating fucking my daughter. But here we were, in the living room, drinking beers and watching a football game when he put his hand on my thigh and said, “Have you ever wondered if Cora is a virgin or not?”

I scowled, “I don’t need to know about my daughter’s sex life,” I snapped at him, “I raised her, I trust her to make the right choices for herself, or at least to learn from any mistakes she might make.”

“Izzy isn’t,” he said, referring to his own daughter, “I was there when she lost it. Held her fucking hand when Mr. Carter bled her. Once the pain of it settled she was fucking him on her own and I went over to Carter’s daughter and got fucked by the most skilled girl I’ve ever been with.” Read more »

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A Week of Slavery (part four-the end) [brother’s friends] [MMFF] [group sex] [exhaustion] [MF] [brother’s best friend] [Caught] [Oral] [vaginal] [loving]

[Part Three](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/itts71/a_week_of_slavery_part_three_incest_siblings/)

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A tiny whimper escaped my lips and Ash kissed me, “Nothing happens without your permission, little sister. Do you want them?” He asked.

I don’t know why, but I nodded. He smiled and lay me back on the bed, “Don’t cum in her pussy,” he said as he looked from Book to Mike. They both nodded and climbed up on the bed beside me as Ash climbed off. Libby climbed next to me and started kissing me.

“You know you’re our little sister too, right?” She whispered to me as her fingers traced over my body.

Book and Mike were both taking in my body, their hands slid along my shape and squeezed me here and there as Libby took her time, calming me and readying me for them with her tongue and fingers. “We just want you to know we love you. We want you to be happy and to feel loved and appreciated,” she said. Read more »

A week of Slavery (part three) [incest] [siblings] [brother’s friend] [MMF] [anal] [bi-curiosity] [DP] [vaginal sex] [oral] [face sitting]

Wyatt went into the bathroom and Ash walked over to the bed with me, “You have control over me and you haven’t asked for anything from me yet. Now would be a good time to make demands,” he said.

“Do you know why my brother was touching me and kissing me?” I asked.

“Other than you being an attractive young woman, no. Besides, once he kissed you, you seemed more than willing to touch him,” he said.

“I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. If I was being shared by you or if I was just for you and my brother and I were sharing you…when he kissed me, I though the expectation was we were all being shared. I’ve never done anything even remotely like this before,” I said as I looked to the bathroom door.

“Does everyone know the three of us are fucking around in here?” I asked.

Ash shook his head, “No, at least not yet. I imagine if we get loud there will be suspicions though.”

“I’m not going to fuck my brother,” I said. Read more »

A Week of Slavery (part two) [the sex stuff is in this one] [Brother, Brother’s Friends, Younger Sister]

[Part One](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/it5pp5/a_week_of_slavery_part_one_no_sex_older_brothers/)

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After being hit on by a couple of guys, I went the way I’d last seen Ash and my brother heading, which happened to be towards the restrooms. I took a deep breath and went into the Men’s room and caught my brother and Ash mid-kiss. My jaw dropped a little. They’d both had girlfriends throughout high school and college, not once had I ever seen any hint of this being a possibility. Wyatt opened his eyes and saw me standing at the door and pulled away from Ash. I backed up and left the room.

I got it now. Wyatt wasn’t trying to protect me from his friend, he was jealous that I was monopolizing his friend’s attention and affection so freely when he obviously felt he had to hide his own. I went back out to the booth that had our drinks at it and there was a new group sitting in it, frat boy types chugging beers and fondling the two blondes they were sharing between the five of them. Read more »

A Week of Slavery (part one) [No Sex] [Older Brother’s Friend] [Touching] [Protectiveness] [Interruption] [Display of force by younger sister]

It was the first time I’d left my house in months. It was fully against my will as I’d been extremely depressed since my high school boyfriend opted to break up with me via a basket of cookies made with almond oil that didn’t say they were made with almond oil. And, no, “I knew almonds were important for some reason,” is not a viable excuse for almost killing someone when you were told repeatedly over the three years you dated that almonds and anything flavored or dusted or in the vicinity of almonds could kill her.

It was my nineteenth birthday and my mom banished me from the house as I’d been sulking for about six months following a week long hospital stay because I tried to eat a breakup cookie and actually got it to my mouth before the reaction started. I was still sulking, actually, so my brother and his best friend literally picked me up by my wrists and ankles and carried me out of the house kicking and screaming. Our neighbors looked on as my mom stood on the porch and waved to us as the boys fastened me in in the backseat of the car. Read more »

Missed Connections (part two- the end) [Strangers] [MF] [Reconnecting] [Oral] [Vaginal]

I saw the photo he’d taken of us at the end of our train ride advertised in an exhibit a few times over the last couple of years.

Somewhere down the line, while I was on a date, I went to one of the exhibits. I didn’t know if he was at the show or not, but I heard the whispers of the people viewing our photo remarking on the sexual tension between the subjects. His hand rested on his inner thigh, and I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was biting my lip as I looked out the window, my finger twirled a bit of my long brown hair. My face was mostly hidden by the way he took the photo, my bitten lip only visible in the reflection of the glass. He made me an alluring mystery to his fans. Of course, nobody knew that barely an hour before that photo was taken he was fucking my ass as they commented on ‘her’ innocence and naive body language.

I couldn’t help but smile when I looked at the photo, and I bit my lip as I looked at the information card. “Missed Connections: New Orleans. Models- “Lynn” and Evan Williams. Photographer- Evan Williams.” Read more »

Missed Connections (part one) [MF] [Strangers] [Oral] [Vaginal] [Anal] [Photos]

There really isn’t much privacy on a train, even in a sleeper car. So, naturally, I was ticked off when there was a ticketing issue and my private sleeper car was double booked with a guy I knew nothing about. Neither of us had any recourse, and the company basically asked us to work it out amongst ourselves and refunded each of us half the cost of the sleeper car. We also had the option of one of us switching to a later train in a coach seat that actually had a price difference of paying an extra seventy-five dollars. So…No?

We resigned ourselves to sharing the tiny, cramped enough as it is with one person in it, room. Read more »

This Feeling (part three-the end) [MFF threesome is all I’m giving away here.]

I don’t know what I was expecting when I walked her up to her dorm room, partying in the hallways, half-naked girls prancing around the halls, perhaps? But, what I saw was definitely not the expectation I had given how ridiculously sexual Victoria was. The halls were quiet, guys were lying in the floor studying, questions were being called out from one room to the next, girls with glasses and furrowed brows were sighing in exasperation and biting on pen caps.

Victoria stepped over and around them and no one even looked up as we made our way through the halls, “I thought you said your ex lived here too?” I asked as I looked around.

She nodded, “He does, he’s a few floors above me,” she said quietly, so as not to disturb anyone around us.

We traversed our way to her room and she pulled me inside rather than letting me go. Her roommate was holed up on her own bed, raven-black curls contrasted sharply with her, very naked, pearl-like skin. I averted my gaze from her soft tan nipples that sat just below the central swell of her breast. Victoria seemed oblivious to my discomfort at her roommate’s lack of attire as she started kissing me and guiding me over towards her bed. Read more »

This Feeling (part two) [Seduction] [Fingering] [Age Gap] [Male Boss/Female Employee] [Power Dynamic] [Vaginal sex] [multiple orgasms] [Overstimulation] [Neediness] [Shower Sex] [Seduction]

I woke up in the middle of the night to the pressure of her climbing over me. I half expected to find my dick in her, but she didn’t do that. She was just lying on top of me with her ear against my chest. My hands moved over to her lower back and she sat up with a start.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I just…”

I turned her head and pressed her ear back to my chest, holding her to me and stopping her from climbing off of me, “It’s okay,” I said sleepily.

She breathed in tune to my heart and I embraced the warmth of her over me, “I don’t understand…,” I started as she lifted her head and looked me in the eyes.

“Do you not want me?” She asked, her lips were pouty as she rubbed her hands along my chest and up over my shoulders.

“I do. I just don’t understand why you want me,” I said. Read more »