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While your mother was preparing dinner at home, you weren't sure how to face her, after having fucked her earlier. She should be okay about it, right? She seemed a bit annoyed at the time. And Dana... Dana will be there. No, you decided to eat at the school cafeteria.

Another sandwich and a drink paid for with your T5C (Tri-City Community College Cafeteria Card). Maybe your mother was trying to call you but your phone was now somehow down to Optimizing 18 of 16385. Worthless piece of junk.

So you're on the laptop, browsing old twitter posts your sister mentioned about the Free-Use Sweepstakes (#FUSweeps). Mostly politicians and celebrities indignant about the idea, a few chuckleheads wishing they would get it, some brainiacs supposedly able to track its likely location (although, not really), and a link to a website that...

"Hey," said a woman standing in front of you with a tray. You look up to her chest, burdened only by a t-shirt sporting the Mars/Venus logo. After a moment's hesitation you look up forward to see her smiling face. A bit mousy, but she had died blonde hair. "You're John Doe, right? I'm Traci and this is Staci," you look over to see a shy brunette almost hiding behind her friend. "Actually her name's Claudia, but I call her Staci to rhyme with mine."

"Okay. What's up?"

"You won that contest, right? Pretty cool. This might seem very forward, but we were hoping you could fuck us."

You spit out your soda. "Wh-what?" You were still having to adjust to the new world and now suddenly women actually were throwing themselves at you. This wasn't what the contest rules said.

"Yes. Fuck. We're really big fans of the Prize, and were planning to travel across the world if need be to get on the website. But we only live two towns over, so it must've been destiny!"

Traci was the dominant one, but Staci was nodding in agreement. Traci was wearing short shorts and the short pink t-shirt with the logo on it. Staci was wearing a pink hoodie with the logo, and a regular pair of jeans. They both sat down and looked at each other briefly before drawing their attention to you.

"We wanted to be your second and third, after you, of course, used it immediately after discovery. But we're fine being fifth and sixth. We'll still be on the front page!"

"What are you talking about?"

"The- the website. tpc.co.uk? It's not linked from anywhere, and you have to go through a whole ARG to find it, but it has all your activities from today already on it." She swung your laptop around and typed in the address. "See?"

And there it was. On a page now marked Prize Winner Collections, it had a numbering system... with pictures.

1. Dana Rachel Doe, age 18 - accompanied by a video taken from your cell phone with her stripping off her clothes.
2. Erin Shauna Doe, née Smith, age 41 - accompanied by footage from an odd angle off the floor, showing you fucking her on the table.
3. Ana Hernandez Ruiz, age 20 - accompanied by cell phone footage from one of the other students as she inserted herself in your lap.
4. Dr. Elizabeth Tricia Claussen, née Eggar, age 39 - accompanied by footage from the doorway as you fucked her ass
5. to be added
6. to be added
7. to be added

And it kept on going. A place for 100 entries on this page, and a link to Page 2, which was just blank. At the moment.

They were tracking you. Everything you did, everyone you fucked. You looked around the room. Tables of students, a few professors and other staff. Some looking at you sideways, but you were a known entity. A minor celebrity announced on the radio and now published on this website. You felt a headache coming on as Traci grasped your hand. "Maybe we can go somewhere private?"

Yes, of course. You closed your laptop and stowed it and your phone in your bag. "I know just the place."

Traci must be rich, because all three hopped in her Mercedes SUV and left the T-Trip-C campus. You directed them to the Overlook, a cliff hanging where teenagers would fuck. You'd been there once before with your last girlfriend, but that night did not end well. Traci was driving as you sat in the backseat with Staci.

"So," you said to Staci, grabbing her hand and reaching up to her shoulders. She tried to look away. "You're pretty skinny."

"Y-yes," she said, meekly, as you turned her face towards you and began forcibly making out with her. She reciprocated after a moment.

"Sorry she's not a virgin anymore," said Traci from the front seat to your annoyance. "My boyfriend wanted a threesome, so I kinda pressured her into it." You rolled your eyes.

"You have a boyfriend?"

"Well... yeah. I mean, things are getting serious, but he doesn't mind if I have fuck you. It's the contest, you know. It's really cool."

You nodded at this completely reasonable idea, and turned back to Staci, who had shrunk back into herself as you and Traci talked. "Staci," you said, "I'm going to fuck you." She nodded silently, as the car was parked. You slipped off her hoodie showing only a plain white bra underneath. She was expecting this. She unhooked the bra, and her nubs were barely bigger than Dana's, but still a mouthful. She moaned in ecstasy as you sucked her tits.

"What do you want me to do?" asked Traci from behind as you laid down Staci. "Make sure there's no one around, recording this," you bark, and turn back to your shy paramour. She helps you slip off her pants and panties, and you look at her very clean-shaven demeanor. "I-is this fine, sir?" she said, not sure how to address you. Your turn to nod silently, as your shorts dropped revealing your once-again erect member.

By the time Traci came back, you were in deep in the tightest hole yet. Dana may have been a virgin, but Staci was somehow tighter. Maybe Dana used dildoes but Staci only had that one cock that one time. Regardless, you were stretching her out and she was, thankfully, loving it. "Take off your clothes," you announce to Traci standing awkwardly behind you.

"Oh, yes, of course," she said, as you continued to look into Staci's eyes while fucking her. Traci tossed her shirt and shorts and panties within eyesight of you, and you were sure she was standing behind you naked with nothing but flip-flops on. But Staci was your main focus, even as Traci began to hug you from behind, her big breasts and erect nipples needling your back.

"You smell good," she probably lied, as you'd been fucking people without a shower all day now. The setting sun put a slight breeze in the air, but it was still humid out. Too humid for Staci's hoodie, so she must be a little more relaxed to be out of it... if she didn't have some guy fucking her on a leather seat that is.

And then a chime went off. And another. Your phone was ringing. The install had somehow completed, hours before you expected it to. "Traci, get that," you said, finally getting a glimpse of the naked blonde as she reached for your bag in the front seat.

"H-hello. Yes. Okay." she handed you the phone, saying "John, it's for you."

You let go of Staci's love handles to grab the phone and place it to you ear, still fucking Staci missionary-style as you talked. "Yeah."

It was your mother, "Johnny, dinner's ready. I've been trying to call, and..."

"I'm just fucking some teenagers, mom," you decided to be honest to what was obviously going on to anyone listening.

"That's nice, sweetie," she said, uncomfortably. "Just when you're finished, however long it takes, come back home. We'll warm your stuff up. I made enough if you want to bring someone else over for... contest reasons. Love you."

You nodded, not that she could hear, and hung up. And then you came, as you grabbed Traci and kissed her. She smiled and looked down to see your cock slip out of her friend, covered in the good stuff.

"Wait... are you going to fuck me now?" asked Traci, concerned.

"It's going to have to be a minute," you said, helping Staci to readjust herself in her seat, and then snuggling next to her. She was more easygoing and less shy after you fucked her. Traci dug out her phone and looked at it curiously, then looked at you cuddling with Staci.

You pondered what she was thinking, but interrupted that thought. "Let's go to my place. We can have dinner?" Both Traci and Staci eagerly agreed and all three rummaged through the pile of clothes before getting dressed and driving off.