Chronicles of Free-Use America Ch. 01

Her body shook as the pleasureful surge of another orgasm flourished from her core. Instinctively, her hand reached up to grip at her own breasts, and pinch at her nipple through her bra to drive as much stimulation as she could from the experience. Mentally blocking out the awkwardness she should have felt over finding such release in front of her parents, Amanda savored every moment of the sensation.

The spectacle was enough to draw Brett's eyes from his laptop and the older man's lip curled into a smirk. "That's it, girl," he said with pride. "I told you she was a good slut today," he commented to his wife.

"I can see that", Martha said adding with a playful smirk, "But a little selfish..."

Amanda's eyes opened and her trance was broken, a wave of embarrassment started, but never caught enough momentum to overtake the physical euphoria she felt. "Hey! It's my birthday. I think I can be a little selfish!" She responded to her mother's criticism with a joking smile.

"I guess you're right," Martha conceded with a smirk as she took back control of the wand and nestled it between her own thighs.

As Amanda eyes flicked over to her dad who was still focused on work, Amanda grew more annoyed. Turning to face the TV, she watched as a female interviewer conducted a locker room interview with a winning football team. The player being interviewed was a large dark skinned black man with more bulk and muscle definition than Amanda thought was possible.

The illusion of bulk added by football pads always made Amanda assume the players were not really that big. But this statue of a man was out of his pads, wearing nothing at all and proved that theory wrong. Even more entertaining for the teenage girl was watching one of his teammates walk by the interview and physically hand him a petite blonde cheerleader who was stripped down to everything but her skirt, draping her over his teammate's shoulder.

In the background of the shot, it was clear this wasn't the only cheerleader being passed around like sack of potatoes. The colors on their skirts indicated they were from the opposing, losing team. The winning team took turns claiming their prize, roughly fucking the fit young women and using whichever hole they desired.

The large man being interviewed continued answering the reporter's questions while let the cheerleader down to her feet and bent the skinny brunette at the waist to casually mount her from behind. The cheerleader's eyes and mouth opened wide, and she gasped loud enough to make the reporter have to repeat the question. The look of shock on the cheerleader's face quickly transformed to ecstasy as the well-hung footballer started rhythmically fucking her. All the while, he answered the reporter's questions as casually as he could.

"She looks like she's having fun," Amanda commented, noticing that Martha had also set her gaze on the impressive erotic spectacle. She smirked as an idea crossed her mind. Keeping just enough innocence in her tone to conceal her intention, but enough suggestion to know she was lusting after an answer, Amanda asked, "Hey dad, Who is that?...the player?"

When she heard Brett's laptop closing behind her, Amanda knew her comment landed right where she wanted. Martha gazed at her daughter with pride as she witnessed the young woman manipulate the male ego like a pro. Even in this new age of free-use and institutional misogyny, a man's insecurities remained a weakness. Seeing his daughter and wife taking interest in a larger black man in Brett's neglect seemed to instantly realign his priorities.

"I don't know who he is....one of the linebackers from Detroit," Brett lied, knowing exactly who he was. Lucky for him, the interview wrapped up and the TV was now back to Susan Andrews reading the basketball scores while one of the male cohosts dribbled her tits like a pair of basketballs. Brett stowed his laptop in the nightstand and quickly lost his boxers.

To his right, Martha was stirring the vibrating wand underneath her panties with the front clasp of her bra undone to keep her tits free. At her feet, Amanda was lying prone with her chin in her hands and her feet kicked up behind her butt. The way she was propped up made it easy for Brett to kneel before her and stroke his cock toward her inviting lips.

Amanda didn't hesitate to do what was expected, taking her father's cock in her mouth for the countless time that day. Her lips and tongue working with familiarity to bring his semi-hard cock to life one pleasured throb at a time.

With a tap on Martha's leg, he beckoned her forward, "Come join her. I want both your mouths on my cock." With one hand on the back of Amanda's head, the other invited his wife's beside her.

The middle-aged man was put into a state of euphoria as the two women of the house serviced his cock. This was the American Dream turned a reality for nearly every man. From the handsome to the hideous, from the rich to the poor, the man of the house had free range to express his perversions on any eligible woman in the house.

When he was satisfied with the attention of their lips slurping and kissing along his cock and balls, he laid both women on their backs and took turns fucking each of them. Martha was the first to cum, reaching climax with her face buried in the daughter's wet pussy while Brett pumped her from behind.

Amanda was not too far behind her, as her mother's oral skills had brought her to the edge of explosion. The next time Brett mounted her, the first push of his cock against her ripened pussy sent her crying in ecstasy until her face was welcomed into her mother's augmented bosom.

Feeling like a king blessing his subjects with the gift of his sexual prowess, Brett finally could contain himself no longer. Her pulled his cock from Amanda's sopping cunt and quickly summoned her and Martha to position himself before his aching prick. Seeing his beautiful wife and his stunning daughter staring up wantonly from his cock, Brett jerked his shaft a few times to release. His fat knob produced heavy spurts of hot cum that shot against Amanda's upper lip and nose. Quickly aiming toward Martha, the next throb sent a white rope over her nose and forehead. With each hard throb, he angled his manhood back and forth, thoroughly striping both women's faces in his seed over a chorus of his grunts and their playful giggles of encouragement.

He could only marvel at the glory of his work for a moment, as his hairy barrel of a chest heaved with deep breaths and his entire body was a mix of matted black and grey hair and sweat soaked skin. Brett collapsed back onto his pillow, staring up at the ceiling fan with a grin that extended beyond his satisfaction with the moment as he looked forward to this becoming the new norm of the house until Amanda moved out to college in a year and a half.

Martha looked over to Amanda with a proud look in her eyes and a warm smile. "You did good, sweetie. Happy birthday," she said with an exhausted whisper.

"Thanks, mom," Amanda said as genuinely as she could through her own fatigue.

With a kiss on Amanda's cheek, Martha found her discarded robe and made her way to the bathroom. Amanda sat up and was about to ask her dad a question when her thoughts were interrupted by the snorting sound of snoring. Brett had already fallen asleep.

Amanda rolled her eyes and went back to her room, the events of her first day as a free-use woman replaying through head on loop. Then she suddenly had a though: What was school going to be like tomorrow?

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(More installments to the series are on the way with new stories, situations, and characters. If there is any character type or situation you would like to see depicted in this world, please comment. No promises, but I'm curious what people are interested in reading.)

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