The Lottery: Part 1 [exhib, humil, WAM]

The Lottery

Licensed Under the Creative Commons License CC-BY-SA 4.0.

Sex content: M+/F, FF, incest (F/d, M/s, b/s), humiliation, exhibitionism, impregnation.
WAM content: eggs, honey, flour, clothing destruction

It was a warm, sunny day in June when the villagers assembled for the lottery. Every resident aged between 18 and 50 was required to be there. The elders looked after the children while the younger adults carried out the ritual. Or just watched. The rule was that witnessing the ritual was mandatory, but participation was optional–unless you were chosen. Then, you had no choice.

The earliest arrivers were greeted by Mayor Shank and his wife. Shank loved the lottery. As soon as he came of age, he had sold his interest in the family pig farm to his brother, so he could run for mayor and become the lottery officiant. People always said that it was too bad, because he would have made a perfect pig farmer. With his protruding belly and hanging jowls, he somewhat resembled that livestock, and his similarly rotund wife made for an excellent match. But there was no denying, they were a natural fit for the lottery. The flair with which they conducted the proceedings was undeniable, and their participation was always enthusiastic.

My new house is in a weird community (Part 3)

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wyjuj4/my_new_house_is_in_a_weird_community_part_1/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x2fef8/my_new_house_is_in_a_weird_community_part_2/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)

Ashley grabbed my hand as if to help me stand up from the sofa. I stood up and after a few step she stopped.

“Oh I totally forgot, this chair here is part of the Pleasure package too” she said as she pointed towards one of those wavy chairs that are basically made for sex.

Duh. How did I not see this before. It was in one of the corners of the living room behind a half opened curtain. One wall was the a floor to ceiling window with a window blind. The chair itself was suspicious enough and then a floor to ceiling curtain around it. I was starting to see where this was all going, possibly.

“I see…” I responded.

“Have you used one of these before?” she asked, as she pulled me by my arm towards that corner of the room, “go ahead, try it.”

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. Did she just want me to lay back on a fucking chair that was literally made for fucking? I semi-reluctantly sat and laid back on the chair. It was actually pretty comfortable, I hadn’t sat in or used one before.

[M]y first hookup was with a MIL[F]

I just wanted to apologize if there are any grammatical errors. I am writing this on my phone and people in this sub make it look too easy lol.

This all happened when I was 20 and had just gotten out of my first real relationship. A little about me: I grew up a very overweight child, but at the end of highschool I lost a ton of weight to play college basketball. I was now 6’3 195lbs and was told I was very attractive. Except I was still that same fat kid at heart.

Just like any newly single 20 year old guy, I took to tinder and was having a great time receiving a lot of attention. One night while I was at my apartment with my best friend I ended up changing my age settings to 35+ as a joke. To my surprise this extremely hot 40 year old blonde had her Insta on her profile, so I followed her and dm’d her. To my surprise she responded and told me she thought I was very hot and that she wanted to get to know me better. At this point I was freaking out. I had never done anything like this before and felt way out of my comfort zone.

The time I [30M] ruined a trophy wife [MF]

One of the people I’ve been seeing flaked on plans last-minute, so I decided to reminisce. Hope you enjoy.

Vicky was a lot of things. Boring was never one of them.

She caught my eye on Tinder. Slutty lewds and married to boot. We matched and chatted. They were newly open and she wanted to explore.

We met for drinks. Swapped stories. I learned she had her own personal glow-up during quarantine and wanted more attention than she had been getting. This was her first Tinder date, ever. She tried to play it cool.

We met twice more. Conversations got increasingly flirty. She showed me lewds she took for her husband. I told her about my slutty adventures. She was getting curious.

I met her husband. Took her on a drive. We kissed. It had been over half a decade since her last first kiss (she was a good kisser). She started to lose control.

18+ My Girl Gift, pt. V

I had Anja go clean herself up after I screwed her and I just stood there in entryway of the bathroom as she ran the water from the bathroom faucet getting it up temp as I just silently watched. Still in amazement and curiosity as she lathers up the soap with the wash cloth as she first starts with her pretty face and then the rest of her nice body. Quite aware that I was watching her, she proceeded as if I wasn’t there. Seeing her wash her nice chest & tits with the soapy wash cloth and then a rinse as she repeats that with her tummy and then onto her nice freshly fucked pussy as she opens up her legs shoulders width apart with her knees slightly bent to really reach up & in to throughly clean herself as I just stand & watch her. She just calmly looks into the mirror & then down at the sink as she was to rinse out the wash cloth to lather it up again to wash her nice ass cheeks and ass crack. I just calmly tell her to re wash it a second time just mainly out it being such a “turn on” for me as she does so without question or looking towards my direction.

[MFFFF, 21+] College girls become freeuse for one night, for one horny guy (reverse gangbang) [PART 2/2]

Ayla waited for her turn. At first, she had been calm, but then had begun hearing the frenzied moans and claps of bodies fucking each other through the door. She thought she would get anxious, but it was arousing her. Elephants were trampling inside of her stomach, and she felt like bursting out the door to just let Kevin tame her like the slut she was. 

“Can you calm down?” 

It was Alice who said that. Alice, a stereotypical Christian blonde, somehow at a reverse gangbang party. She was a pretty thing; currently biting her nails. She had *begged* Ayla to get her into the party somehow, for reasons she could never pry out of her. She sighed, and went over to sit with her. She took her hands out of her mouth, and said, “Just because I look distraught doesn’t mean it’s anything to fuss over. Seriously, calm down.” 

“Sorry, I just…” 

“It’s alright. Really.” 

Ayla found the courage to use a finger to prop up Alice’s head and said, “Chin up.”

They stayed like that for a moment, before hearing someone say, “Hah. He’s making Sophia kiss them both. Sophia, straight as an arrow.” 

Italian Vacation [Voyeur] [MF] Part One

Hi! My name is Grace – I am a 19 year old, only child who lives in Ohio. My parents who I love are both doctors and run a practice here at home. Growing up being an only child, I would vacation with my parents every year to Europe and stay at incredible resorts.

A little bit about me: I am a very horny girl, a bit of a voyeur, and although I am straight, I do love a womens body and often watch lesbian porn when playing with my vibrator. I am sexually active, but the freshmen boys in college simply don’t know how to fuck. I crave a man – a large cock that will take control, not these boys who force me to take the lead.

While I have been lucky enough to have many incredible trips over the years, the one this last summer I still think about often given it was the hottest thing I have ever witnessed. Below, is that story.

Jet lagged and a little tipsy after drinking through the red eye flight from Ohio, the charming front desk assistant guided us through a tour of the hotel. I followed my parents half asleep and drunk counting the seconds until we get to our room and I find a bed.

Family is where the home is: 21+ [M36/F32] [Straight Sex] [Busty] [Ghost Story]

“Glad we could finally get this done,” Denise said as she walked around the house with me.

I had come to the house to look around and start the moving process. My girlfriend and soon-to-be wife Rebecca hated the old house, but I thought it had charm, and with a bit of touch-up here and there, it could be our summer home.

Rebecca and I lived together in a high-rise condo in the city. We thought it would be nice to buy a quiet house in the middle of nowhere so we could escape all the noise.

“Well, I will leave you to it,” Denise said as she walked away.

I loved watching Denise walk away; she always wore pencil skirts that fit her figure like a glove. She was also bustier than Rebecca, something I didn’t think I would ever be interested in as I had always liked more petite framed women, but seeing Denise’s curvy figure, with full-sized breasts, made things stir in me that I didn’t know possible.

The Ride Home: Part One 21+ [M34/F32] [Straight Sex] [Interracial] [Busty] [Oral Sex] [Road head]

Chapter One: Just Friends

“Wow finally!” I said as they passed into Florida. My co-worker smiled back at me. We had just been out of town for her birthday. She wanted to go to a massive concert in Atlanta.

“Just another five hours to go.” she said a bit too loud.

“Shhh!” I shouted back at her. She looked into the back seat of my SUV.

Henry, her boyfriend, was passed out in the second back seat. My SUV had two independent seats right behind the driver and passenger, then a bench seat behind those.

This was Henry’s first time at an outdoor concert, between the sun, loud techno/dance music, and the beers. It was too much for him.

“He is still knocked out.” she laughed.

“Light weight.” I laughed.

“No shit.” she laughed with me.

Gillian and I had worked together for over eight years. Even though we were in our early thirties, we still partied as much as possible.

Gillian was only five foot two but always wore boots with heels, which were now sitting on my dashboard. She always wore short skirts that came down just above her knees.

[MF] First post relationship hookup with a shy girl

Finally I was free. I could flirt again. I could recite corny pickup lines again. I could even download Bumble again!

Fast forward a few nights and I’m meeting one of my matches, “Allie” at a cafe a few minutes from where she lives. I wasn’t too enthusiastic about meeting her initially, but our texting suddenly became more sexual the day before.

I arrived right on time, dressed fairly casually (button down t-shirt, jeans, etc.) and within seconds I’ve found Allie. She was cute, taller than I expected, probably 5’7″, with waist long straight dark hair, a thin body, B cups, and a cute round ass. Her black dress reached her ankles but hugged her curves enough to let my imagination get to work.

Right away, I could tell she was nervous. As it turns out, we’re both on our first “date” following relationships, but the conversation never shifts away from anything surface level. After a bite at the cafe, we settled on a neighboring bar but immediately decided that the crowd was not our scene. We strolled around a bit, she only let me peck her lips a time or two, instead opting for hugs. I felt like the night had played its course.