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You turn on the radio as you drive down the road, your mind racing even if your car wasn't. Did you really just fuck your sister and mother? Why? You had had sexual thoughts of your sister before, but not really about your mother. But they pretty much agreed to have sex with you without barely a word and you jumped on it. And them.

And... did you impregnate them? Dana was a virgin, and you certainly weren't wearing any sort of condom. You didn't think your mother had her tubes tied, and she might not be fully menopausal yet. But she hadn't had a kid since Dana was born 18 years ago. Perhaps she was on birth control at least. You would have to ask.

The music was some random gibberish, and just stopping your concentration, so you flipped to newsradio. "In local news," said the attractive-sounding Latina host, "New Eden resident John Doe has just been announced as the winner of the Free-Use Sweepstakes offered by The Prize Commission. As many are aware, the Prize Commission announced the sweepstakes last month and it's been the talk of the tri-city area. Mr. Doe is a 20-year-old student at T-Triple C and was a member of the National Student Leadership Conference three years ago, where he worked for..."

She droned about stuff she picked up from old newspapers or your social media. You pulled into the college parking lot, listening intently.

"...and according to a report sent in from his high-school age sister, Dana, he has already used the ticket on her and their mother. Nice going, John! Keep up the good work!"

What the fuck?! The news was supportive of the **** you had just committed? Dana had blabbed about it to the press within a couple hours? You looked at the ticket, which you had folded to place into your pocket, but there was no crease when unfolded. Perfectly symmetrical, perfectly flat. The words were the same, backwards and forwards. You frowned as you almost crashed into some jock walking through the parking lot. "Watch it, jerk!" he yells at you, understandably, as you blast your horn. He flips you off and leaves, and you forget about him, having bigger fish to fry.

The unfoldable ticket is quickly folded again and placed in your pocket as you exit the vehicle. You glance around. There are a few groups here and there, but no one makes note of your presence. This morning, your biggest claim to fame was that time you went to Washington, DC and met the President. Now, its that you can fuck anyone you want for any reason. You didn't have anyone rushing over to fuck you now. Maybe they didn't know or care. Who listens to news radio anyway. You pull your phone off the charge. Fuck, you say, as you attempt to turn it on, but it just begins Optimizing Installation File 1 of 14381. This'll be awhile.

Phone in your pocket, jiggling around with the ticket of sexual impunity, you grab a bag of homework and walk to your latest political history course. No one says anything to you as you slip in the back, halfway through a lecture and smirk at most of the other students are asleep or bolted, leaving their phones or recorders in place to capture notes. Old sex librarian Professor Claussen is talking about Martin Luther King as you look her over. She has frumpy clothing, making her look unappealing, but you know her face has perfect contours, and she has the bosom and height of a supermodel, hidden under thick glasses and an unappealing hairstyle.

"Mr. Doe," says the Professor as you continue to picture her naked, "Do you know the answer?" You weren't sure of the question, and she was looking at you angrily, even though a good fifteen students were gone or asleep now. "W-what was the question?"

She rolls her eyes and continues, moving behind a lectern to stop your leering gaze. "Dude," says a woman sitting in the row in front of you. "You should stop eye-fucking Professor Claussen and pay attention." Your gaze shifts over to this young woman, Ana, and you smile when you realize she was seven months pregnant. You reach down, grab her head, and pull her in for a kiss.

She slaps you across the face. People stare at you in disbelief. A burly man gets up, as Professor Claussen stops her lecture. "Wait," you say, as Ana prepares another slap. You pull out the ticket and everyone freezes. "Oh, you just wanted to fuck me..." Ana says simply after a mere glance at the ticket.

"That's right!" you said, loud enough for the whole hall to hear. "I'm going to fuck this pregnant student here. I'm going to fuck her good." You shrugged as she got out of the chair.

"Just hurry up, you two. Class will be over soon and there's an anthropology lab set to take place here."

You just ignore her stares, as the rest of the students wake up or otherwise gaze in intensity while Ana approaches you. She's a little shy and a little annoyed as she stands next to your seat. You feel her rock-hard belly over her shirt and she doesn't make a move to stop you, even as you slip under the shirt, feel the skin, and move towards her breasts. The anticipating crowd fades away as you are just alone with Ana in the back row.

You pull off her shirt and look at her magnificent body. She takes initiative in taking off her bra as you squeeze her dark Hispanic nipples and some milk comes out. The smile rises on your face as you lick off the warm liquid. And something else rises too.

The crowd fades in enough to notice some whispers, and even better, several cell phone videos being taken as you **** this fellow student. This is a fun contest event to them, and to her, and their is no objection to getting it on tape. Your phone might be Optimizing all afternoon, but this will go down in history. You slip off your shorts again, and your cock springs free. Professor Claussen stands, peeved, at her lectern, while a few anthropology students waltz in and witness some unexpected sexual activity in the wild. Her stretch pants are stretched to the floor as you spy her dark, unkempt bush. It's no match for your cock, as you enter her with ease as she begins bouncing off of you in a seated position.

It's a bit uncomfortable, more for her than you, as the desk portion of the chair was slid to the side and her protruding stomach leaves a gap between you that pushes down and makes it hard to fully insert your cock into her pussy. But it's inserted enough, and your hands continually squeeze the growth that houses a new life, as well as the two growths that are to provide sustenance to that new life. You awkwardly take a drink, straight from the teet, as she continues to do most of the work in bouncing up and down, riding your dick like a pogo stick. Your hands find her hands, and you smirk when you notice her engagement ring. The baby daddy wants to make an honest woman out of her, but here you were, having her fuck you like some whore.

The impropriety and exhibitionism is enough to make you finish, as a few of the men give you mild applause, and somewhere a catcall comes out as Ana looks for her clothes. Fresh cum drips out of her pussy, but there's no concern there. Most of the students are gone by the time she finishes wiping off the cum with a loose tissue and pulls up her pants. "Next time you want to sexually **** someone, maybe show them the fucking ticket first!" she says, indignantly.

"It was just a kiss..." you almost whisper to yourself as your pregnant dream girl storms out, never to be fucked (by you) again. Down in the center of the room, Professor Claussen is talking with the anthropology TA and they both glance up at you. You gather your belongings and pull up your shorts, but it's too late.

"Mr. Doe!" yells Claussen, somehow apparating next to you it seems. "Meet with me in my office. Immediately."

You downcast your eyes and push your cock back into your shorts. Fuck.