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  • In true big Amy form, she always sat in a sea of boys, but managed to ignore them and listen to what was going on in class. I did not have expectations about her academic talent one way or the other, but after the first two or three assignments, it was clear I was dealing with a very intelligent girl. I didn’t know at the time whether or not Amy had a boyfriend, but it didn’t matter, certainly a girl like Amy had her choice of men on campus. As the course had a section on marriage and gender power, how it was not unusual for students to discuss sexual topics in my office hours. But the conversations almost always related to the course material and not their personal lives. Even so, I was not really surprised when Amy started discussing her sex life, if only tangentially. “Professor, I thought it was really interesting to learn about the different theories about how people find their match in life. Sociologists think it all has to do with social class and power relations in society. Economists think it all has to do with search costs; like, whether or not I should dump this boyfriend depends on whether I believe the chances of finding someone better outweighs the cost of looking further. Which one do you believe? There is so much that can change in the future, jobs, education, fate, how would I know if I were trading up? And where does love appear in all of this?” I stifled a laugh. This girl was good. I tried to start my answer with something to lighten the mood. “Well Amy, economists would condemn you to a lifetime use of searching! You can always attract someone better, and you won’t have to look long so your search costs are low. Just look at the line outside your door.” Amy blushed a bit and looked down at her lap. “Thank you Professor. That was a very kind thing cucumber to say. I wish it was that easy.” “Oh, Amy, forgive me, I was just trying to make a joke and give you a compliment at the same time. I’m sorry the joke missed the mark. With so many to choose from, I have no doubt that your dating life is complicated at times.” “Boys follow me everywhere! I can’t go to the ladies room without four or five boys waiting for me when I come out. I try to be nice to everyone and I think I succeed,” I interjected, “Amy, from what I understand no one on campus has a bad word to say about you.” Amy blushed again, “Thank you Professor. I try. But these theories have made me think about my own life. Let’s face it, at this point in life college students are pretty much the same. Some have better prospects than others, but who knows whether their potential will be realized. You can’t tell. My dad barely finished university in Germany, and had no prospects at all. Don called out and then quickly pulled out of poor Kristin's double fucked body. "At first, I was so freaked out, that I grabbed her head, and pushed her away from my crotch. It's just not right!" I stepped back, waiting for Scarlett. It’s perfectly normal. “I’m not so sure she is as eager to...uh...be my submissive livestock. ‘What’s-’ Suddenly his eyes became as glassy as his spectacles, his mouth hanging open. Just then I realized something: it was too quiet. She let out a soft little laugh, “Oh honey, I didn’t.” I...” how Mr. Armstrong said. And when they returned to question her again in her home, they could smell a very foul odor in the home which they tracked down to her basement. We walked out of there, Lindsey carrying the case like I had seen her do so many times, with both hands down in front of her the case at knee height. Marla and I have been married 8 years and we have a 6 year old boy, Daren. What if he plied me with heady red wine, which secured me to guest use his apartment? She laid there sprawled out big of the floor for a few minutes enjoying the experience. I remembered that I promised to inform my mom that I used the condom. Mom did start it though because she sent him yummy naked pictures of herself to him so he would send her some of those naked boner pictures so she could show me. Mom and cucumber me did get back to the nude beach, only this time we had sex on the beach where everyone could see us, then we’d go back to the hotel and have sex some more. “It's not,” Ginny Reynolds said as she sauntered by, hardly any futas touching her. Her fingers thrust faster and faster into me. She plunged her tongue in and out of my asshole while I moaned and gasped. If they didn’t, perhaps a horrific display of telekinetic strength would put them in line. Then she leaned in and kissed Lauren.
  • I took a pierced nipple into my mouth, bit around the metal, and slowly pulled back. Mom’s mouth gaped into an oval, her eyes rolled into her head, and her hands gripped my shoulders in white-knuckled intensity. Her anus coiled around my invading fingers, daring me to gape her wider. I did. I rammed into her front hole as I opened her back, growling around my consuming teeth as I stretched her breast to a conical point. Her diaphragm heaved, her neck striated, and her teeth bared. “Come inside me!” She screamed, her voice and body possessed with my pleasure. I was losing myself as well. I felt the familiar quake in my loins, the pulsing of my prostate and the tremble in my balls. I picked my mother up by her anus, heedless of her masochistic screeches, and I railed between her squatting legs, making a ruin of the entrance I’d been born from. Her petals became reddened and battered, her clit swelled from the abuse, and her moist depths squeezed me all the tighter, rewarding me for every defilement. I couldn’t take it any longer, with a final cathartic roar, I sullied my mother’s sanctity, blowing my load deep into her womb. She dropped on me, her entire body seizing, stuck in a lip-quivering, eye-bulging paralysis of euphoria. Then she caught her breath, and her body plastered against mine, heaving in the bouts of her release. Her gasping lips found mine, and we devoured each other, my invading fingers still squeezing her from the inside, her fingers entangling in my hair. We panted the vestiges of our climax, the heat dwindling between us. For a moment we just stared into each other’s eyes, wrapped up in the wonder of our forbidden lust. I withdrew my fingers from her exit, and she took my hands in hers, the delicate digits clasping gently. She brought my sullied finger big to her lips, and watched me from coy eyes as she sucked each one clean. “No shame, Daniel.” She said after the last of my fingers was pulled from her pursed lips, “No more limits. This is who you are now.” “Mom…” I croaked. I didn’t know what to say. There were limits, and as the arousal dwindled from me, and reality took hold, I realized I’d passed them. I could feel my throat closing, my eyes blurring with shameful tears. Mom’s expression grew sorrowful, and she cupped my cheeks in her hands, bringing my face to hers. “I love you so much, baby.” use She whispered on my lips, “Mommy loves you more than anything. No shame, baby, no shame.” “I can’t believe I did that!” I cried. Mom embraced me, her breasts pillowing my chest, arms hugging my shoulders as her erogenous muscles hugged my still-hard shaft. “It’s Ok.” She insisted tearfully, “You made me feel so good, Daniel; didn’t I make you feel good?” “D’aw, this is adorable.” Lucy cooed sarcastically from over Mom’s shoulder. Mom suddenly lurched forward, her head reeling back, her eyes bulging and her mouth moving soundlessly. I felt a hand grab me from inside my mother. Her vaginal floor indented with Lucy’s anal invasion, the fleshy membrane yielding five nodes that grasped about my cock. Mom lost herself then, eyes rolling into her head, mouth unhinging stupidly. “Never send a masochist to do a sadist’s job.” Lucy chuckled at my mother’s rapturous face, wrapped a hand around her throat, and yanked her off my lap, leaving my manhood standing alone and engorged. Lucy was sporting her own erection, how her hermaphroditic form completely feminine save for the masculine organ that stood at eye-level with me. She smirked at me, holding my mother against her by the throat, her other hand disappeared into her ass. “I know you inherited your mother’s proclivities, but there has to be some cruelty in you, Danny-boy.” Lucy said, easing Mom down, “After all,” her golden eyes glinted at me, “you got it cucumber from me.” “What?!” I yelled. Through her fugue-state of masochistic euphoria, mother’s eyes clarified. “So,” she smiled weakly, “that’s why you wanted him.” “Both of them.” Lucy sniggered. Mom’s face lit up in pure joy. “That’s right, Pet; mystery solved.” Lucy said, pressing her cheek to Mom’s, and staring at me, their dual portrait a juxtaposition of expressions. “Forgive me for the theatrics, Danny-boy, but I can’t help myself, such a cinephile am I.” Lucy’s voice deepened to the iconic baritone of James Earl Jones, “Daniel Huston, I am your father.” “Who do you think you are?!” I have this one vibrator whose tip rotates. I bite my lips and whisper a sorry. Suddenly I'm up on top of the world The woman below me had a slightly older appearance, around my age, with a beauty that could almost be called… sharper, almost piercing. "It took a bundle to clear hundred and sixty years cucumber worth of back taxes, fines, and fees Almost two hundred and forty thousand dollars to get on the right side of the law. The pleats of my grey pants are sharp, as are the creases of the pant use legs that hide my thin and shapely calves. She sits in the back, clapping her hands, looking pretty in her black, plunging jumpsuit and red heels. I saw his face peek through the window and begin to walk to his front door. My aunts hug me and kisses me on the cheeks. Then every Valkyrie of the three peaks saw your statue on the Gratoran Wall, and you became a legend overnight. Listen very carefully, the bag goes on the head. On the one hand, he liked the idea. "Two years, I think. She was drinking how down all that pussy cream and reveling in the passion flooding her mouth. As I came I noticed that once again, I was squirting all over the bed, my pussy making squelching noises as her fingers continued to pound me. Then, she suddenly pulled her big fingers and let go of the stockings. My dick ached and throbbed. "You mean that I can keep the name?" He replied “I was just leaving; your mom can go with you.”