Scott's House

"Dude, I think he's awake."

"I can't believe he just collapsed in the construction site. And came. What a loser."

You rub your head as Scott and one of his friends are whispering nearby.

"Where am I?"

"You ruined the party, dork!" Scott punches you in the stomach, as you keel over. You begin thinking of ways to control Scott without having to fuck him.

"Where am I?" you manage to say, inbetween pummels.

"My house," Scott says, drinking a gulp of Red Bull. "We were supposed to be at Kim's party, before you decided to play possum. It's fucking 3 am, man, but Cindy insisted that we not leave you in that pit. You're not going to rat us out are you. Because if you do," Scott draws a line across his throat, although you don't think he realizes that that means a **** threat.

"Cindy?" you asked. She was one of the head cheerleaders and way out of my league. She was almost out of Scott's league, and he was a popular jock (albeit, not the star quarterback). You figure she just liked watching Scott beat on losers, his claim to fame.

"Yeah, she thought you might want to fuck her when you woke." Your eyes widened. It was real. The Developers, the sex with anyone. It was all real. You had haggled your way to paradise, and Cindy Ruiz would provide it for you. "Where is Cindy?" you ask.

"Upstairs with my mom and sister." You were out of the basement before he finished the sentence.

...and there she was. On the couch, playing with her phone, inbetween Mrs. Fellows and Scott's sister, Jodi.

Mrs. Fellows was half-asleep, wearing full-length striped pajamas. She was very attractive for her age, which you estimated to be in her early 40s, but didn't know her very well. Her husband, who was sleeping on the lazyboy in an unbuttoned dress shirt and pants, was a local insurance agent, Scott Fellows, Sr., whose face had been plastered on billboards.

Jodi Fellows was in college. A ravishing brunette, she had a reputation that preceded her. Four years your senior, she babysat you as a child, but you never got along. Now she was passed out in a t-shirt and pajama pants. Her feet, like her mother's and Cindy's were bare. Only Cindy had polish on.

Cindy looked up from her phone. "Finally!" she says with an eye roll. She's wearing the least of all: a pair of polka-dot panties and a tank top. No bra, and you can clearly see the outline of her dark nipples (her grandfather was Mexican, or so they say). One of her nipples was even peering over the top, but no one seemed alarmed about her appearance, as Scott and Todd appear from the basement. And then Cindy pulls her panties down.

"What the fuck?!" you say, incredulous at seeing Cindy exposing her pussy to you in front of her boyfriend and his family. "You said you wanted to fuck me and Scott's mom." She pulls her panties completely off and tosses them to Scott.

You didn't say that. The last thing you remember, from this plane of existence, was hiding from them in a construction pit after spilling water on Scott's shoe. You figure the Developers messed with you to put you in this situation.

"Uh, yeah, sure." You reach into your pocket for your phone, but it's gone. Shit. Simultaneously, Mrs. Fellows realizes what's going on and wakes up. "Are you ready to fuck us, John?" says the older woman you never formally met while she leads you and Cindy to the open floor in her spacious home.

Your own mother is probably worried, you think, momentarily, realizing that it had been seven hours since you passed out. But that thought is gone as you peer at Mrs. Fellows exposing her bra-clad tits. Cindy helps her out of them, before lifting off her tank top to go fully nude.

They're both nude now, Cindy's long, brown hair being brushed back to expose her cartoonishly large breasts. Mrs. Fellows, slightly smaller, but more proportional breasts, stand in stark contrast. You think they are probably fake, from the lack of sag and some possible scars, but now is not the time to ask about it.

"Can-can someone film this?" You ask. Your phone is gone, but you want proof that this is happening. That this isn't some dying concussion or simulation in the afterlife.

"I got it, kiddo," says Scott, Sr., bringing out his cell phone as he walks around you three, approaching his naked wife and kissing her on the forehead. She whispers something in his ear, and he smirks, before stepping back to film the entire scene.

"Are you going to fuck us now, or what?" asked Cindy, her hands on her voluptuous hips as you peered at her well-trimmed landing strip. "Uh, bring in Jodi," you say. If this will be your first time, maybe include someone closer to your age with less of an attitude.

So Mrs. Fellows, Cindy Ruiz, and Jodi Fellows are standing in front of you in the buff. Mother and daughter are both fake blondes, but Cindy is a natural brunette. You approach Cindy, and slip your finger into her pussy. She allows this. You feel if you didn't have ejaculation control, you would've cum by now.

"Scott, get my phone. I might need it to cum." Scott sighs, and he and Todd leave. You didn't like the annoyed audience, pacing around as you planned to fuck his girlfriend and family.

"You remember me?" you ask after making out with Jodi. "I don't remember you kissing like that," she jokes, as she swallows some of your saliva. Her hand is rubbing your cock over your pants.

"On the floor!" you yell as all three lie down, spreading their legs instinctively as they give you, and Mr. Fellows camera an inside look. You slip off your pants, allowing your cock freedom in the late night/early morning air.

Your cock is only half-erect, somehow, but you inflate it the rest of the way with a thought. You have your choice of a first time. "Any of you virgins?" a stupid question, as they all three burst out laughing. But you were a virgin, and whether or not they knew that, you don't care. You insert into the most attractive, the middle choice, Cindy Ruiz. Your first, real life pussy is tight, moist, and wonderful.

She seems more annoyed than ecstatic, as you piston in and out of her on the hardwood floor. Scott, Sr. films the insertion, the reactions, the entire charade as you fuck this high school beauty in his home, between his wife and daughter.

Wife and daughter... you stop yourself from cumming several times as you face the wife. "Mrs. Fellows..."

"Please call me Samantha," she says, with a smile.

"Okay, Samantha, can you warm up Jodi for me. In fact, why don't you two warm up each other." She nods and slinks around you as she kisses her daughter and they begin masturbating each other.

"Kinky," says Mr. Fellows, as he witnesses his family engaged in lesbian ****. Without any further ado, you grasp onto Cindy's upbent legs and cum deep within her pussy, to your orgasm if not hers. "Is that all you needed, John?" asks Jodi, prying herself away from her mother's manipulations for a moment.

"Nope," you say, as your limp penis exits Cindy's well-oiled vagina and you snap it to attention instantly.

By the time Scott returned with your phone, something he had trouble finding in the pit, you had cum into all three women, and was assisting Mr. Fellows in uploading the video into your Dropbox account. You had plans on sharing your first time, with three beautiful babes, with the world.

You looked at your phone, frowning at the large crack in it, but even more so at the several missed calls. Mom, mom, Andrea, mom, Scott (probably looking for your phone), the list went on. Your mother must be freaking out.

Spooning with her husband now, the naked Mrs. Fellows, Samantha, seemed to read your thoughts. "Don't worry, John, I called your mother and told you were over here, fucking me and Cindy."

You sighed and thanked them for a good fuck. It was 5 am, Saturday morning, and you realized you needed to get home. Mr. Fellows offered you a ride.