*****This story takes place in a free-use world, where women's use by men--all men--is normal, consensual, and widely accepted. All characters are over 18.****
"Honey, breakfast! I won't tell you again," I could hear my mother calling upstairs. I looked at the clock--already fifteen minutes late for my first day of Free U. Shit. I tied my hair up into a ponytail and examined myself in the mirror. My dad had helped me pick out my outfit last night: a cropped white t-shirt, pink athletic shorts rolled twice, and new, white tennis shoes with striped ankle socks. My shirt barely contained the huge breasts that had sprouted up over the summer--now, anything I wore was a potential wardrobe malfunction, especially considering the no-bras-in-the-house rules dad had put in place.
I knew college was going to be different, but I had felt ready all summer--ready to meet new people, learn new things, and, most of all, find out which sports team I would be servicing.
Some girls--the cream of the crop--got to be the designated come dump for various clubs and sports programs at the college, for use in whatever way the team decided on. The girls were really for morale more than anything else, a way for the boys to let off steam before big games or when they got bored on the bus to events in the state over.
Dad had told me this outfit made me look athletic, and that maybe I'd have a chance to go to the football club, the most coveted position for a girl at my school.
I couldn't help but smile at the thought of getting to service our football team: getting used in the locker room at halftime, being bent over on the sidelines during practice..."Alice!" my mother yelled.
"Fuck, mom, I'm coming!" I said, gathering my jacket and a few notebooks into my backpack.
"Language!" dad said as I walked into the kitchen.
"Sorry," I mumbled, leaning over the kitchen island to scarf down the pastry mom had set out for me.
Dad sighed, a smile creeping over his face. "Come 'ere, sweetie," he said. "You popped out of your shirt."
I looked down to see that a soft, milky-white boob had fallen out of the bottom of my shirt, leaving my puffy pink nipple exposed. Dad pulled my shirt down over it, tucking my massive breast back under the thin fabric. He stood back to adjust my shirt, running his fingers over the nipples that poked through.
Dad then came up behind me, running his hand over my ass, which was hanging out of my shorts.
"Didn't I do a good job with the first-day-of-school outfit, Marge?"
My mom looked up briefly from the stack of dishes in the sink. "Yes you did, honey."
"You look great, sweetie," he said. "Really beautiful."
Dad continued to run his hands up and down my body, inspecting me with his fingers from head to toe. I felt his hands spread my legs apart and pull my shorts to the side as he stuck an index finger inside of me, to test how wet I was. As a designated team girl, I would have to be wet at any given time, ready to be used at the drop of a hat. I had been training for this.
"Good girl," he said, pressing deep inside me with his thick finger. "She's wet as ever, Marge!" he said to mom, across the room.
"That's great, hun," mom said.
I could hear dad's breathing deepen as he pressed the hard tip of his dick up against the fabric of my shorts.
"Oh my god, dad, I'm already going to be late," I tried to say, but he rolled my shorts down anyways. I looked to mom. "Mom, I'm going to be late on my first day!"
She sighed and shook her head. "Well, Alice, I don't know what to tell you. You should have been ready earlier. You know the rules."
I picked at my pastry and rolled my eyes while dad worked the full length of his dick inside of me and began pumping.
"Are you excited for your first day?" he asked, his massive balls slapping against my thighs.
"Yeah," I said, barely able to contain my excitement and forgetting how late I was going to be. "I just really want to go to the football team."
Dad reached up my shirt to squeeze my soft breasts, which were gently swinging back and forth as he fucked me. "Oh, I know my girl will excel wherever she goes."
I smiled. He really did always know how to calm my nerves.
"Won't she, Marge?"
Mom walked over to the island and took a sip of her coffee, watching dad pound my pussy.
"It'll be great, Alice. I know it." I hoped they were right.
As he pumped away between my legs, mom gathered her things into her purse. "Jack, when you're finished with her, will you make sure she gets out the door?"
"Yeah, won't be long," he replied. "Just need to fill up my little girl before she's off to her big day." With that, dad let his load shoot deep inside me, pulled out, and pulled up my shorts. "Off you go, kiddo."
I could feel his come slipping around inside my panties, making everything wet and sticky; I took a deep breath and tried to tell myself it was just a normal day.
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The process for new girls getting their assignments was a long one. Before the school year started, girls had to send in their pictures, along with their measurements, their interests, and their hobbies. The school wanted assignments to stick, and before the audition process was put into place, girls would often get assigned teams whose respective sports they hardly cared about. Girls were there to support morale for the teams, to be a release valve for the boys before their big competitions or just after a long day at school--it helped if the girls were at least a little interested in the sports they would spend a season watching.
I had sent in a collection of photographs that mom helped me take over the summer: swimming naked in our family pool, playing topless in the sand, and even a couple of me smiling brightly with a cock in my mouth. I wanted them to know that I was experienced, that I had spent the summer servicing all of dad's friends during barbeques and late-night poker games, and I was ready to take on any challenge. I wanted them to see I was motivated, willing, and enthusiastic about taking as many dicks as possible. I just hoped it had been enough.
As I walked into school that morning, I passed by an open classroom, where I could see one of the more senior girls was already getting used by a group of boys. They had her bent over a desk, forming a semi-circle around her, taking turns fucking her mouth and her pussy. In between gasps, I could hear her shout, "Don't mess my makeup up, Sean. I spent a long time doing it this mo--" before Sean promptly shoved his dick back in her mouth and began thrusting himself into her throat. I could see that on the desk beneath her was an open book, "Being a Good Cum Slut: A How-To," which she read passively, when her mouth wasn't being used. A string of drool coming from her mouth leaked down onto the page.
I couldn't help but stop and stare: I wasn't used to sharing a school with boys. Before college, all schools are segregated, to avoid practical problems. Girls get the basic education they need without distraction--a lot easier to remember the quadratic formula when you're not getting railed while learning it--and female teachers don't get relentlessly humped by their overly-horny boys.
But college was the time for us to learn how to be of use to all men in society, although informal training often started at home after girls' eighteenth birthdays, as mine had.
I wonder when I'm going to get used like that, I thought, watching this girl take cock after cock, all smiles. I had to pull myself away from the doorway where I stood; I didn't want to be late to the last part of the assessment process.
Already girls had gathered in the auditorium, standing around in anxious, giggling groups. At the front of the room sat the senior captains of all the sports teams. A middle-aged woman clapped her hands, attempting to get out attention.
