This story continues the theme of a 'free-use' society, where women can be enjoyed and used by the male members of the society, with a few set rules and regulations. All names, places and events in this story are fictional. All participants are 18 or older.
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"Ugggghh I hate it! It's not fair!" The voice of a clearly upset and emotional voice filled the hallway as Katelyn stormed out of her room, into the kitchen.
Slamming both hands down on the counter, and taking up her meanest look while leaning forward, my daughter was clearly not happy about tonight's results.
"Joselyn Ward! That's who I get? What the fuck! I can't believe it!" the voice of my 'darling' little girl, sounding not so darling, or little anymore for that matter, after finding out who she'll be swapping with in a little over a week.
I give her my best 'not much I can do' look, complete with my hands out at my sides.
"It's a blind draw, honey. Nothing you or I could do to change it. You just have to make the most of it."
I notice Kate's anger turning into more of a pout, her shoulders pulled back, inadvertently pushing her petite chest out toward me.
"But daaaaaaad, Joselyn's a slut. She's ditzy, dumb, the classic 'I'm a cheerleader, so I can be stupid' mold. She let's boys fuck her up the ass too. Oh, and did I mention she's a slut??! Ugh!"
Kate finishes her summation of the girl I'll have around the house for a week as part of the senior class swap with a loud huff, before again leaning on the kitchen island with her hands balled into fists. My eyes were drawn to her chest as her breathing slowed considerably from the initial outburst. Now it was just the slow deep breaths causing her breasts to silhouette themselves in her spaghetti strap tank.
Not that she was dressed flashy in any way, Kate had just gotten used to wearing tank tops and leggings around the house after she was 'in for the evening'. And 5 minutes ago, at 6:00 pm tonight as promised, the live raffle was broadcast for all 24 girls in her class. The results of which had sent her into a mini, 'teen girl tirade'.
Mt Harrison high school had implemented this program roughly a decade ago, where the senior girls in the class were 'swapped' between families, to encourage them to be more open to the 'free-use' lifestyle. The idea was simple: every girl in the class had her name entered into the drawing, and once her name was drawn, a second name was drawn, matching her with her 'swap family' for the week.
The rules were simple: the girls would conform to what their 'swap family's' norms were for her week there, and she would be considered free to use for the entire week. There were of course, some specific items that required consent, but those details were usually ironed out between the families. The promise of having a nubile young 18 year old co-ed there for sexual release, and the possibility of losing that right for future fun, usually took care of any bad intentions.
Shutting the refrigerator door after grabbing a glass of lemonade, I turned to see Katelyn looking at me with a mix of frustration and exasperation. I think to myself, perhaps letting her vent her frustrations more would help.
"So how do you know all this stuff about her anyway? Is she that open? Are there rumors? Are some of these things possibly JUST rumor?" arching my eyebrows at her as I take a sip of lemonade.
Her look turns from frustration to more of a storyteller, starting with a deep breath.
"Well for one, she dated Andy for a month, and he told me about her. Apparently she can "suck a golf ball through a garden hose", and a LOT of the class knows all about it.
Second thing, not only does she take it up the ass...she ASKS for it there. Andy told me that he fucked her ass more than her pussy! Yeah...apparently (stopping for theatrical effect) she said she's always loved it, from the first time her DAD did it!"
Pausing again for added effect, looking me right in the eyes.
"So what do you think that means for me, huh dad????"
Her expression goes from anger to exasperation as I lean against the opposite counter, hearing her argument.
"It's just not fair!" her last point comes out before another long deep breath, finally calming herself slightly.
My answer may not have been the best to placate her current angry mood.
"As far as anal goes...it was bound to happen at some point, right? And weren't you looking forward to this last week. I get that there's going to be parts you don't like. But it's the luck of the draw."
Taking in a deep breath before continuing
"Look, I know you wanted to swap out with your friend Jenny, but sometimes you don't get what you want in life."
Shrugging my shoulders as I finish my statement.
My reference was in relation to how Kate was almost giddy when talking to her best friend Jenny, about the prospects of being swapped. The girls had known each other since 2nd grade and had grown into best friends, sharing most extra-curricular activities. They also were similar physically, both 5'6 or so and a bit lanky. Neither one would be considered 'hot' in the classical sense. But both had blossomed into attractive young girls in their own right.
Kate had developed nicely from the 'nerdy', lanky and sometimes clumsy little brunette that most in her class must have still imagined her as being. Gone were the braces and glasses. In their place was a sweet smile and inviting brown eyes to go along with her warm facial features. She had also grown a nice set of small but perky breasts, topped off by little nubs that routinely showed through her tank tops in the evenings at home. But the part of her that got the most looks from everyone, including me, is the little gap between her thighs and the tight little buns just above it. On the rare occasion that something has her 'riled up', the gap between her thighs has a little more definition to it, showing a little bit of 'cleavage' to her most intimate spot.
A short huff comes from my exasperated teenage daughter, as she pleads more of her case.
