The Lottery

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.

As the morning sun rose, the crowd grew. As each family arrived, the members would mingle nervously and then settle on a spot together, their gaze fixed on the wooden scaffold and the box in the middle of the town square. The scaffold was a long A-frame structure of unfinished wood that resembled an oversized sawhorse. It had been put together last night by the carpenters’ guild and was supported by a raised platform of highly polished wood. An abundance of ropes were scattered on the platform. Depending on the lottery’s results, the scaffold would need to support anywhere between one and ten people.

The box was also of wood, and older than anyone could remember. It had once been painted (sky-blue, according to legend, to symbolize good weather), but was now so stained that its original color was impossible to discern. A steel padlock held it shut. Last night, the city council had overseen the deposition of over 200 slips of paper into the box, one for each family in the village. Then, the lock had been secured, they key entrusted to the mayor, and the box solemnly carried to its place in front of the scaffold. Next to the box was a small podium with a microphone.

The crowd continued to grow, and the mayor checked off each citizen on his list. The names would be drawn at 11:00, but first all had to be present. One of the last families to arrive was the Dunbars: Ted and Eve, followed by their children, Jake and Mandy. In previous years, Ted and Eve had come alone, but the twins had celebrated their 18th birthday last week, so they were now obligated to attend this, their first lottery.

Jake was a tall man of 40, with a muscular frame and skin tanned from his work in the fields repairing tractors and other machinery. His face was handsome, in a rugged sort of way, topped by short, dark hair just beginning to turn gray at the temples. Jake was every bit his father’s son, and resembled nothing more than a younger version of Ted, perhaps an inch shorter and a shade leaner.

When it came to Mandy and Eve, although the familial resemblance was clear, the differences in their appearances belied the differences in their personalities. Mandy was short and petite, 5 foot zero and a hundred pounds soaking wet. As she recognized friends and neighbors, she would grin at them by way of greeting. Her smile was framed by her long, straight hair, which was such a dark brown it was almost black, contrasting with her pale skin and white cotton tank top. The faintly visible shape of her nipples hinted that she was wearing no bra, and her perky bust, large for her size, strained the fabric of her tank top, which just barely reached the top of her pleated navy skirt. The skirt stopped at the top of her slender thighs. Patent leather shoes and white knee-high socks completed the dainty look of her outfit.

Eve, meanwhile, scowled with annoyance at the people milling about. Her hair, almost as dark as her daughter’s, was curly and beginning to frizz in the summer humidity. Eve was a good half-foot taller than her daughter, and larger in other ways too. Not fat, just curvier. Her heavier breasts were by necessity supported and enclosed in a bra, which was itself concealed by a loose button-down shirt. Also concealed, by a pair of khaki slacks, was Eve’s lower body. Eve had always hated when men’s gazes lingered on her legs. She was especially self-concious of her thighs, which had been widened by bearing her twins, and her ass, which had been teasingly described as “bootylicious” when she was in high school and had only grown in size and prominence in the 20 years since then. The khakis were her favorite pair of pants because they minimized these perceived flaws. Although Eve had what might be described as a classic hourglass figure, the components of her outfit worked to avoid giving any hint of voluptuousness to observers. A pair of practical tennis shoes and ankle-socks ensured that, with the exception of her hands, not a millimeter of skin was visible below the collar of her shirt.

Eve’s scowl deepened when Mandy bent forward to pull up one of her socks, causing her skirt to ride up an expose almost the entire back of her white cotton panties.

“If you wanted to show the whole town your panties,” Eve hissed into her daughter’s ear, “you could have just taken out an ad in the paper.”

“Gee, mom,” Mandy turned to face her mother, “maybe there would be more interest if you ever let me buy anything besides plain white.”

Two pairs of blue eyes glared at each other, one with reproach, the other with defiance. “You’re too young to be tempting men with your body,” said Eve. “And if I see any more displays of exhibitionism, I’ll have your father bend you over his knee and spank you.”

“Don’t you think I’m too *old* for that?” replied Mandy. “And I’m sure daddy thinks the same. Last time you had him spank me, he was blushing the whole time. He was so embarrassed, he could barely bring himself to tap me on the butt.”

“Then I’ll do it myself. And I’ll make you *sting*.”

“Girls, girls,” interrupted Ted jovially, “no need to fight.” He had doubled back after noticing that they had stopped following him and Jake. “I found a good spot for us to stand. It’s right up front, so we can see everything.”

“Let’s just stay towards the back,” said Eve. “We can watch the first part of this hick ritual and then go back home in time for lunch.”

“It’s not a hick ritual, it’s a tradition,” replied Ted. “And I wish you wouldn’t put it down just because you didn’t grow up here. It helps bring the community together. And it’s part of maintaining the region’s prosperity. You know what they say: ‘Lottery in summer, else the crops’ll be a bummer.'”

“That’s just superstition. And I don’t know why you defend it so much. You’ve never seen the second half of a ceremony.”

It was true. Every lottery ceremony had two parts. After the first part, spectators were free to go if they chose. Ted had been at college for the first few lotteries after he came of age. Then, he had married Eve and moved back home. They had attended each lottery after that, but she had always dragged him away before the second half began.

“What happens in the second half?” asked Mandy.

“What happens in the *first* half?” asked Jake. “We’ve never been to one before, and you haven’t told us anything to expect. We don’t even know what the winners get.”

“You know discussing what happens on lottery day is forbidden,” replied Ted. “And you’ll find out the prize and what happens during the first half soon enough.”

“Will we ever learn what happens during the second half?” Jake persisted.

“There are *rumors*,” said Eve. “I’ve heard that–”

“Eve, stop!” interrupted Ted. “You’ll get us in trouble. Look–here come the Hutchinsons.”

“Looks like they brought Tessie with them. Now that she’s broken up with her old boyfriend, do you want me to tell her you have a crush on her?” Mandy teased her brother.

“Only if you want me to tell mom about you and Derek,” said Jake.

“How did you know about Derek?” replied Mandy.

“You’ve been going steady with him for three months. Everyone at school knows. I’ve even seen you holding his hand and kissing him in the halls. If mom finds out you’ve been *dating*, you’re really going to get it.”

“Well, kissing in the hallway is about as close as I’ve come to going on a date. I wish she would treat us like adults and let us–oh, hi Tessie. Nice outfit you’re wearing.”

Tessie had wandered over from where her parents were talking with Ted and Eve. She was wearing her cheerleading outfit, and the powder-blue color scheme brought out the color in her vivid red hair.

“Thanks, Mandy. Hi Jake, how are you? Excited for your first lottery?”

“It looks good on you–I mean, yeah, excited. I’m excited. I hope you win.” Jake smiled nervously.

Tessie leaned in and said in a hushed voice, “Mom and dad told me a bit about what happens. I’m not sure that I *want* to win. I mean, it could be fun, but do you really have to go through with everything in the ceremony?”

“Oh, I didn’t know–I mean, our parents haven’t really told us anything,” stammered Jake.

“Well, then you’ll see, I guess. We’re going to go get a spot with a better view. It was nice talking, Mandy.” Tessie and Mandy hugged. “Jake.” Tessie hugged Jake, who blushed and awkwardly wrapped his arms around her.

Jake and Mandy walked back to their parents, just in time to hear Eve complain some more. “…and there goes Chastity Jones from next door. Only 19, and already a mother. And no one has any idea who the father is. But her family acts like they’re better than everyone else, just because they won last year’s lottery.”

“You don’t have to be so bitter. Everyone knows it’s good luck when a family has a new baby after winning the lottery. It’s a sign of fertility. And the Joneses are a good family. Chastity’s older brother dotes on the child like it’s his own.”

At that moment, the clock tower began to ring. As the eleven chimes were struck, three large crates, each supported by four men, were carried through the crowd and placed in front the podium. The first two boxes were laid down with great care, but the third was more roughly dropped to the ground. Mayor Shank was already standing at the podium, and when the boxes were in place he began to speak.

“Greetings, villagers! It is my honor and privilege, not to mention great pleasure, to welcome you to another lottery. As you all know, the annual lottery is a venerable tradition, which is said to ensure that all crops are plentiful in the coming year. However, it is also traditional to select three crops to be incorporated into the ceremony, so that they may be blessed with extra abundance. The city council selected those crops by means of divination last night, and I can now reveal them to you.” As he spoke this last sentence, men with crowbars approached the crates and began to disassemble them.

“The first crop is: eggs!” The leftmost crate was opened to reveal a large pyramid of eggs. “We’d like to thank the poultry guild for providing so many eggs on such short notice. They’ve brought a wonderful supply of their finest jumbo-sized eggs, pasteurized for our convenience during the ceremony.”

“Wow, we haven’t had eggs at a lottery in ages,” Ted observed. “This should be interesting.”

“Maybe for the other families. We’ll just watch and then leave when the first half is done,” said Eve.

“The second crop,” continued the mayor, “is: honey!” The second crate was pulled apart to reveal many glass jars of honey. “Our thanks to the Smithers family for providing this honey from their bee farm.”

“Oh, honey. Sweet!” Ted joked. “Get it?” he asked Jake and Mandy. They just rolled their eyes at him.

“And the third crop,” said the mayor, “is: wheat! Here, symbolized in the form of flour. We’ve gone with all-purpose flour, provided by the Delacroix farm. It can be used for *all* purposes, after all.” And the last crate was opened to reveal that it was packed full of paper sacks of flour.

“Oh, eggs, honey *and* flour. This is an interesting combination,” Ted mused.

“And now for the moment you’ve been waiting for,” said the mayor. “The selection of the lucky winners. When I have made the drawing and read the name, will the winning family please make their way to the platform?” He put down the microphone, took a key from his pocket and unlocked the wooden box. Inside the box were hundreds of slips of folded paper. After making a big show of mixing the papers, the mayor took one out, unfolded it, picked up the microphone and read out, “The winning family is: the Dunbars! Ted and Eve, come on down, and don’t forget to bring Jake and Mandy with you!”

Eve’s eyes widened in shock. “No! It can’t be! It can’t be us!” She looked as though she would bolt away, but Ted grasped her hand and began to lead her to the stage, gesturing for Jake and Mandy to follow them. The crowd parted before them. “It’s not fair,” Eve whimpered as they walked up to the mayor. “Well, Mr. and Mrs. Dunbar, you know what to do. Kids, don’t look so nervous. Just follow your father’s lead, and you’ll be fine.”

With Ted leading the way, the family walked up the stairs of the platform and lined up under the scaffold. The two Dunbar men were in the center, with Eve and Mandy flanking them on either side. Ted held his arms above his head. Eve followed, and the Jake and Mandy did likewise. Then, the men who had carried the crates lifted and tied each of them by the wrists, securing them to the scaffold with rope, so that they were hanging with their feet a few inches off the floor.

The Dunbars could see the crowd approaching the platform and clustering around the pyramid of eggs. Some were already taking eggs and weighing them in their hands.

“With the winners chosen,” proclaimed the mayor, “I declare the beginning of the lottery ceremony…now!”

With that, the crowd began to throw the eggs at the Dunbars. They were pelted with a hailstorm of eggs. “It isn’t right, it isn’t fair,” protested Eve, until an eggs cracked on the side of her head and she stopped talking.

The eggs were well-aimed, and few of them missed. Soon, all four members of the Dunbar family were covered with raw egg. Mandy’s clothes were saturated, causing her top to become transparent and show her nipples, while her skirt hung more heavily and emphasized the shape of her legs. Ted and Jake’s t-shirts and jeans were several shades darker and splattered with yolks. The same effect could be seen on Eve’s slacks, which now also revealed the line of her panties across her thighs. Her shirt clung to her body, emphasizing the shape of her figure and size of her bosom. Anyone in the audience could now see that she was wearing a lacy black bra under her shirt. Eve was utterly humiliated, barely holding back tears. Ted was more stoic, bearing his egging with a grim determination to do his service to the community. Jake and Mandy were equal parts nervous and curious about what would happen next.

When the crowd ran out of eggs, several men with brooms came up on the stage and swept off the eggshells. They were followed by the mayor and his wife, each holding a large bowl and a pair of scissors.

The mayor approached Eve first. He ripped open the buttons to her shirt and then used the scissors to cut off her slacks. Shielded by her shirt and slacks, her bra and panties had almost no egg on them. Eve was in a state of anguish. Her favorite pair of pants had just been destroyed, and now her underwear was visible to the entire village. Her humiliation was compounded by the fact that her white cotton panties didn’t match her black lace bra. She imagined everyone in the village judging her. The mayor picked up the bowl, and tossed its contents onto Eve. It was full of more eggs, with the shells removed. The final splash ensured that Eve was covered from head to toe in eggs. The dark shadow of Eve’s pubic hair was now visible through her panties. In an effort to preserve her modesty, Eve tried to curl up and face away from the crowd, but this only succeeded in displaying her ass crack through the rear of her panties. Soon, Eve grew tired and let herself just hang, on full display.

Meanwhile, the mayor’s wife used her scissors to remove Ted and Jake’s t-shirts and jeans, leaving each in just a pair of briefs. These too were covered in egg from her bowl, and while she took the opportunity to fondle their cocks and balls through their sodden briefs, the mayor approached Mandy. Mandy caught on to what they were doing, and didn’t want to have her skirt destroyed, so she lifted her legs and spread them to show that eggs had already gotten up her legs and soaked her panties. After a long look at the shape of her labia visible through the crotch of her panties, the mayor nodded approvingly and opted to simply pour the rest of her bowl over Mandy’s head.

The mayor returned to the microphone. “Time for the honey,” he announced. “You may come up onto the stage and use the honey on our winners as you like, but remember: only my wife and myself are permitted to remove any clothing.”

Members of the crowd began to file up the steps onto the platform, holding jars on honey. Most were content to simply empty their jar over a Dunbar’s head, but some were more personal. Tommy Richardson and Johnny Maxwell, two students in the English class Eve taught at the local high school, walked up to her. They were major troublemakers in school and Eve had frequently disciplined them for pulling pranks that disrupted class. “Having fun, Mrs. D?” asked Tommy, and seeing the anguished look on her face, they both started snickering. They walked behind Eve, and she felt the back of her panties pulled open, followed by a drizzle of honey down her ass crack.

Next up was Lucy Crawford, Eve’s archnemesis who had recently beaten her in a hard-fought contest for leadership of the local HOA. She pulled open the front of Eve’s panties, smirked at the sight of her pubic hair and poured her jar of honey into the panties. Eve squirmed with discomfort as the sticky liquid flowed through her pubes and teased her clit. Then Lucy’s husband came up and poured his honey into one of Eve’s bra cups, but not before pinching her nipple. Lucy’s daughter was with him. “Mom told me to do this to teach you a lesson for how badly you planned the Memorial Day cookout last month,” she said, reaching into Eve’s other bra cup and giving her breast a tight squeeze. Then she filled that bra cup with honey before putting Eve’s breast back into it.

It occurred to Eve that the other members of her family must be receiving similar treatment. She turned her head to the side and saw that women were taking turns pouring honey down the briefs of her husband and son. The flow of the liquid was like a gentle stroking, and both were sporting involuntary erections.

Beyond Jake and Ted, Eve could see that Mandy was the center of attention for many men, and also a few women. Her daughter’s clothes were now completely saturated with honey, and rivers of the amber liquid were oozing down the sides of her legs. Her top had been pulled up to expose her abdomen, which was being rubbed down with honey. Some people were squeezing her breasts through the fabric of her top, while others would reach down the play with her breasts directly, before pouring in more honey. There were multiple hands up both the front and back of her daughter’s skirt, and although it looked like Mandy was trying to use momentum to swing herself away from the groping, at other times she seemed to be grinding her crotch into one of the hands. Eve was mortified to see her daughter treated in such a way, but all she could do was hope that the honey would run out soon.

After what seemed like an eternity, it did. “Time for the flour,” announced the mayor. “Just toss it from a distance,” he added, and relief coursed through Eve’s body. The bags of flour were duly opened and the contents tossed over the family. Eve’s vision was entirely blocked out by a mist of flour, like a whiteout during an arctic blizzard. Blind to the world, Eve was acutely aware of the honey pooled in the crotch of her panties and the egg-honey-flour paste beginning to form all over her body.

As the flour began to settle, Eve saw the figure of her husband emerge from the mist. Covered in white from head to toe, he resembled a statue of a Greek god. The sodden fabric of his briefs clung to his erection, which stood straight out from his body like a monument to his virility. Despite everything, Eve felt aroused, remembering how that cock had satisfied her in the past. As more of the mist cleared, more of his features became visible, and Eve realized that it was not her husband, but her son, that she had been lusting after. Underneath her coating of flour, Eve blushed deeply with shame.

“This concludes the first part of the ceremony,” announced the mayor. “Anyone who wants to may leave.” A few people made their exit, but almost everyone stayed. “Now my wife and I will initiate the second part of the ceremony.” As the mayor made his way from the podium to the stage, the crowd’s gaze turned toward the Dunbars. The look in their eyes made Eve nervous.

The mayor approached Mandy first. He had the scissors in his hand again. With three deft snips, Mandy’s top was removed. It had intercepted the flour before it could reach her breasts. The result was that although the rest of her body was covered with flour, her perky breasts were clearly visible underneath a transparent coating of honey. “I’ll preserve some of your modesty and let you keep the skirt,” said the mayor. Mandy was about to murmur a word of thanks when he reached between her legs and continued. “But these will have to go,” as he pulled down her panties. Turning to the crowd, he tossed them high into the air and laughed with amusement as people scrambled to catch them.

Meanwhile, the mayor’s wife had peeled off Jake and Ted’s briefs and now held a honey-coated cock in each hand. “Hmm…I wonder whose is bigger?” she teased. Both cocks seemed to swell, as though vying for her attention.

The mayor walked over to Eve. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time,” said and cut off her bra with the scissors. Eve’s boobs, dripping with honey, now competed with her daughter’s for the eyes of the crowd. Eve’s shoes and socks were removed, and then she felt her panties be pulled to her ankles. Naked, except for the remnants of her shirt, Eve resigned herself to having her private areas ogled by everyone she knew.

The mayor strode back to the podium. As he walked, Eve prayed that the rumors she’d heard weren’t true, that the ritual would end with being stripped. But her worst fears were confirmed when he picked up the microphone and announced: “You may have sex with the winners!”

The crowd rushed the stage. Some people ran fast. Others were slowed by frantic decisions to disrobe and walk at the same time. Men were unzipping their flies and women were pulling their shorts to their knees or reaching under their dresses to take off panties. At the head of the crowd, Tessie Hutchinson nimbly scaled the stairs.

“Tessie!” exclaimed Jake.

“Jake!” smiled Tessie. “I was hoping you’d win. I’ve had a crush on you for ages, and I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

“M–me too!”

“I fantasized about making love to you here at the lottery. Good thing I came prepared.” Tessie pulled up the skirt of her cheerleading uniform to reveal that she had been going commando the whole time. At the sight of her bright red pubic hair, Jake’s overstimulated cock twitched and involuntarily ejaculated. It launched a stream of cum, which arced through the air and landed on Tessie’s chest.

“Oh, Tessie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s OK. Just show’s you’re eager. If you’re anything like my ex, you’ll be hard again in no time.” Tessie moved to embrace Jake and kissed him passionately while grasping his cock. Jake had never imagined that he would have his first kiss while he was covered in mess and a splatter of his cum dried on the woman’s clothes, but he was happy regardless. “I can tell you’re a virgin,” Tessie whispered in his ear, “and I think that’s real cute. I know what I’m doing. Just let me take control, and you won’t be a virgin much longer. Let’s start with some tongue kissing, and I’ll take you around the bases.”

As Jake began to make out with Tessie, Mandy rolled her eyes in annoyance. Of course, this would happen. Her brother was about to have his V-card punched by his true love, and meanwhile Derek was nowhere to be found. She wanted her first time to be special, but now it seemed she would be deflowered by someone else. Maybe it would be the stranger cupping her breasts from behind, or maybe it would be her volleyball coach who was running his hand through her pubic hair and gazing into her eyes with something in between lust and an attempt to romance his teenage student.

“Out of my way!” a voice cried out. “Step aside! That’s my girlfriend there!” Derek pushed his way through and stood before Mandy, stark naked.

“Oh, Derek, there you are! I want you to be the one to take my virginity.” And with that, Mandy wrapped her legs around him to pull him close. She had intended for them to caress each other and have some foreplay, but she squeezed too tightly, and inadvertently pulled him so close that his cock slipped into her dripping-wet pussy. “Oh, Derek!” Mandy cried, surprised by the sensation of a penis entering her vagina for the first time in her life. “This feels so good. Oh, Derek, fuck me right here! Make me a woman!”

Ted moved his head from side to side in disbelief. On one side of him, his son was making out with some redheaded tart he’d never seen before. On the other side, his daughter–his baby, his little girl–was giving up her virginity and shouting about it like a whore. All that was left was for his wife to cuckold him with one of the men starting to make their moves on her. There were two approaching her chest, each sucking a breast, and another squatting below her, licking honey from her pussy.

“Looks like they’re having all the fun,” came a voice, snapping him out of his trance. It was Chastity Jones, wearing nothing but a pair of panties. Ted found his gaze drawn to her breasts. They were swollen, and drops of milk were forming on the nipples. Chastity noticed what he was looking at. “Can you help? I’m still nursing, but sometimes I make more milk than I know what to do with,” she said as she lowered a boob into Ted’s mouth. Ted knew he was being seduced, but he didn’t care. The rest of his family was getting laid, it was only fair for him to get some action. “Did you get the snip after having the twins?” Chastity asked.

“No,” Ted came up for air. “Eve went on the pill.” He lowered his head and began suckling her other breast.

“Well, I’m not on it. So be careful. Pull out and cum on my back.” Chastity turned took her breast out of Ted’s mouth and turned around. She was wearing a thong, and the sight of her shapely ass made Ted’s cock even harder than it already was. She lowered her panties to her ankles and bent over. Thrusting his hips, Ted was able to get his cock inside of her and start fucking her from behind. But he got carried away, and before he knew it he was cumming inside her pussy.

Chastity stood up and faced Ted, shocked but not unhappy. “You naughty man! I guess you wanted to make a baby with me. Perhaps I’ll see you in nine months.” Chastity gave him a peck on the cheek and walked off. Ted felt a bit guilty about what he’d done, but he was also too horny to care if he was going to be the father of Chastity’s next child. The thrill of being covered in mess and fucking his teenage neighbor overpowered all other considerations. As other women began to approach him with lust in their eyes, Ted felt his babymaker begin to stiffen again.

Meanwhile, Eve was the last holdout trying to preserve her family’s honor. She was motivated in part by a strong sense of morality, and in part by practical considerations. Although she was on birth control pills, Eve had remembered that she had forgotten her dose that morning, and her doctor had warned her that hyperfertility could result from a missed dose. Too many men surrounded Eve for her to avoid their touch entirely. Instead, she had to focus on twisting this way and that to avoid any cocks, resigning herself to being groped, fingered, licked and sucked. It was exhausting and humiliating. Still, Eve couldn’t deny the effects that the men’s attention was having on her. Her arousal was building, and then she made the mistake of looking at the rest of her family. She saw her daughter fucking some guy. She saw her son mounting a slut in a cheerleader’s uniform. And she saw her husband brazenly cheating on her. Somehow, the humiliation pushed her over the edge, and she felt her body begin to spasm with a deep, throbbing orgasm.

As Eve came, she lost her bearings in a haze of pleasure. When she regained awareness of her surroundings, she found herself looking into a familiar face. She couldn’t quite place a name to it until she remembered. It was Dennis, a nerdy student who sat in the front her class but rarely spoke. In an instant, Eve realized that he had been attracted to her, but too shy to say anything. Now, he had the opportunity to act on his desires. Eve stopped trying to avoid getting penetrated by a cock. If her husband was going to sow some wild oats, so was she. And if he was going to risk knocking up their neighbor, she was going to risk having him raise another man’s child. She smiled at Dennis, and spread her legs to allow his cock into her pussy. He began to tenderly kiss her, and the thrusting of his hips was less like fucking and more like making love. Eve appreciated his gentle touch, and when he squirted his cum into her unprotected womb, she felt her entire body tingle with another orgasm.

For all of the Dunbars, their first sexual encounter had been gentle, even romantic, but after that they were treated much more roughly. They were free game to be used by anyone: man or woman, friend or stranger. Many of the villagers were farmers, and Eve felt herself roughly handled by strong men with calloused hands and dirty nails. They plowed her pussy with the same industry they might bring to their fields, and Eve soon lost track of the number of loads she took. All social boundaries collapsed. Mandy was taken by her algebra teacher, who was almost three times her age. Several of Mandy’s classmates popped their cherries on Ted’s cock. Meanwhile, the school nurse, Mrs. Coogan (called “Mrs. Cougar” behind her back) hitched up her dress and straddled Jake. The high school football team lined up and gangbanged Mandy. Then, they gave Eve the same treatment and entered into heated discussion comparing the merits of mother and daughter.

Eventually, the villagers’ lust seemed to subside. The mayor ordered their ropes cut, allowing them to stand freely on the stage. Rubbing their wrists, the Dunbars assessed each others’ state. They were a mess. During their ordeal, the villagers had wasted no opportunity to smear the honey/flour paste all over them, sometimes even gathering large handfuls and smashing it into their faces like pies. Mandy was still wearing her shoes and socks, but her skirt had been pushed up almost to her breasts. All of her private parts were on display. She stood a bit bowlegged. The hair on her head was matted with mess; her pubic hair was matted with the same, as well as copious amounts of cum. Eve was a curvier carbon-copy of her daughter, but without the skirt and shoes. Jake and Ted looked messy but unscathed, except for scratches where a woman in the throes of orgasm had dug her nails into them. Eve and Mandy had fewer such scratches, but many sore spots all over their bodies that they knew would develop into hickies soon.

The mayor and his wife came onto the stage, both completely naked. “It’s not part of the official tradition,” said the mayor, “but it is customary for my wife and myself to conclude the ceremony.” Eve looked below the mayors large belly and gasped when she saw the size of his cock. It was a foot long, and almost as thick as a wine bottle. Eve felt nervous about taking such a huge cock. Her trepidation must have showed, because the mayor said quietly to her, “At this point it’s completely optional. You can go home now if you’d like.”

Eve glanced over to the rest of her family. Ted and Jake were both getting to work on the mayor’s wife, each taking one of her pendulous boobs in their mouth as they began to spread her legs. Looking at Mandy, she saw that her gaze was fixed on the mayor’s cock. As though daydreaming, her hand was making its way to her crotch. Jealousy and competitiveness overruled any hesitancy Eve might have had. “I wouldn’t want to break with custom,” she said, lying on her back and opening her legs to display her well-used pussy.

Eve was already wet, and full of cum to boot, so there was no need of foreplay. The mayor just slipped his cock right in. Eve involuntarily moaned as she felt herself being stretched more than ever in her life. The mayor’s belly rested on hers. His body was hairy and not particularly attractive. Yet, Eve felt intensely aroused. It was a combination of the massive cock, the humiliation of getting fucked by such a fat and ugly man, and the thrill of cheating on her husband with–and possibly getting impregnated by–a high status male like the mayor. After only a few thrusts, the mayor started cumming, and Eve was right there with him, bucking and thrusting under his bulk as his thick pecker filled her with jism.

As the mayor lifted himself off of Eve, another figure came to straddle her. It was Lucy Crawford, back to gloat some more. “My husband fucked me while watching you get used up on stage,” Lucy boasted. “I know he’d never do it with a lowlife like you, but maybe you can lick his cum from my pussy.” Before Eve knew it, her face was filled with the scent of pussy juices and semen. Eve had never pleasured a woman before, but Lucy was giving her a crash course. “Get your tongue in there. Yes, like that. Now, lick my clit. Now, suck it! Oh, you’re a natural! Too bad you’re not a professional rug-muncher. That might be something you might be good at.” Eve stuck her tongue into Lucy’s cunt and felt the telltale muscle contractions that indicated her rival was having an orgasm.

Desperate to get her own back, Eve pushed upwards and managed to topple Lucy to the ground. She began rubbing her crotch into Lucy’s face, spreading semen over it like mayonnaise on a slice of bread. “How do you like that now, you haughty bitch?” she bellowed. Then, her clit brushed something, and she was surprised to feel an orgasm of her own.

Eve sat down, gasping for air. Lucy was similarly breathless. The two women locked eyes. “You know,” said Lucy, “maybe things would go better if we worked together instead of fighting.” They both leaned in for a kiss. It was wet and slimy, but Eve started using her tongue. Lucy began to reciprocate, until their focus was broken by a loud moan.

Eve looked over and saw her daughter underneath the mayor. He was fucking her hard. Eve could tell from the tempo of his long, deep thrusts and her daughter’s heavy, ragged breathing that both were approaching climax. After only a few more moments of having her delicate frame pounded, Mandy began to cry out in orgasm. The mayor, balls-deep in her barely legal snatch, grunted as he emptied himself into her. He pulled out and walked away, leaving Mandy with a river of cum flowing out of her gaping pussy.

In that moment, Eve felt closer to her daughter than ever before. They’d suffered the same torments and been mated by many of the same men. Eve crawled over and hugged Mandy. She kissed her cheek and tasted the sweetness of the honey. Mandy turned kiss Eve’s cheek, but their lips collided. Their eyes opened in surprise, but neither pulled away. Their lips stuck like magnets. Two pairs of blue eyes stared each other, both with love.

Eve was suddenly aware of how their legs were intertwined. She sensed how Mandy’s thigh was pressing on her vulva and stimulating her genitals. She could feel a warmth and a wetness between her daughter’s legs. Mandy had clearly enjoyed herself. Eve realized how selfish she’d been to try to restrict her daughter’s pleasure. Sex could be a beautiful thing, and everyone should get as much as they’d like. It would be cruel to repress someone, especially someone as shapely as Mandy. Eve realized that her hand was resting on Mandy’s cute little butt and that she was alternately stroking and squeezing it. Eve knew that what she was doing was inappropriate, but she just loved her daughter so much, and after the events of the day felt like the usual rules didn’t apply any more. Besides, she just found Mandy’s body so alluring. Maybe Lucy had been right, and she was a natural rug-muncher. When Eve felt Mandy’s hand between her legs, stroking and fingering her sex, she knew her daughter was experiencing the same feelings of lust.

The two women began exploring each other’s bodies, running their hands over each other and kissing places a mother and daughter would never think to kiss. Before long, Eve and Mandy found themselves lying on their sides in the 69 position. Mandy seemed to have inherited her mother’s natural aptitude for cunnilingus, because Eve soon found herself bellowing with orgasm into her own daughter’s quivering pussy.

Eve and Mandy stood up and saw that Ted and Jake had finished with the mayor’s wife and had been watching their incestuous display of sapphic pleasure. For a moment, Eve was afraid that Ted would be angry with her. But he was a typical male, and his grin and erection showed what he really thought of his wife and daughter’s wonton demonstration of sexuality. Her husband walked over and embraced her, then gently pulled her down to to ride his cock. Out of the corner of her eye, Eve saw that Jake was holding Mandy up to fuck her. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her legs were wrapped around his back, and her face had an expression that was bemused but not unhappy with the liberties her brother was taking. “Our children are fucking,” Eve said, and then felt her husband cum inside of her.

If that turns him on, he must be an even bigger horndog than I thought, Eve reflected. “Well, well, well, this is quite a show, folks,” the mayor announced from the podium. He hadn’t even bothered to get dressed. “The family that lays together stays together, that’s what I always say. And from the looks of things, this family will be staying together for a looong time! What do you say?”

“I say,” Eve shouted from the stage, “watch this!” Then she turned to her children. “Mandy, go with your father. Jake, come here.” She lay on her back and spread her legs, making her intentions clear. If the villagers wanted a show, they were going to get the show of their lifetime.

Jake approached his mother nervously, grinning and blushing. His erection was rock-hard, but he kept it out of her and just played with her boobs, like he was unable to believe that his mother actually wanted to fuck him. Desperate for the cock she had been admiring for almost an hour, Eve grew impatient. “Put it in me, Jake. Mommy’s horny.” Jake did as he was told, entering the very vagina that had brought him into the world. Eve’s pussy was wet and slimy inside from a mixture of vaginal juices and cum. Jake knew the sensation was evidence of his mother’s horniness and promiscuity, and that just turned him on more. Mother and son smiled, enjoying the taboo thrill of what they were doing. Jake hardly needed any more encouragement at this point, but Eve couldn’t resist telling him, “I’m not on the pill.” Jake exploded inside her. Eve was surprised by the large size of his load, especially for a man who had already cum multiple times that day. She just hoped that Tessie Hutchinson didn’t mind sharing. As the realization of what she had done–and that she might even end up pregnant by her own son–sank in, Eve came too.