Sweethearts: A Freeuse Story

Erica hopped into the cab of Mark’s car as he leaned over for a kiss. “Gosh, Mark, give me a second to sit down!”

“Sorry, babe, but it’s been hell not seeing you.” He was starting to show bulk and no longer looked like the scrawny boy she’d started dating a year ago. “You wouldn’t believe how lonely I get up there without you.”

He leaned over again, but she stopped him. “We have to talk about something first. And, I’ve tried really hard not to ask you about it while you were there, but really I thought you’d break up with me sometime during the semester. Have you…been with any of the freeuse girls?”

Mark squirmed in his chair, his mood darkening quickly. “No,” he answered, the frown on his face reminiscent of a petulant child. “We talked about this already. They don’t allow them on campus, only in the dorms, and I never went out of my way. You said you didn’t want me to, so I didn’t.”

Erica’s heart fluttered with excitement. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined Mark staying so faithful to her. It wasn’t like she had forbidden him seeing the freeuse girls, after all that’s what they’re for, but she’d asked him to resist if he could. She threw her arms around him and pulled him into a wet, inexperienced kiss. “Oh that’s wonderful! Next semester, I’ll be there with you, and you won’t have to be lonely any more. And we can, if you want, we can finally go all the way.”

The young man’s eyes widened. “Seriously? Like, here?” His eyes darted around the dark street in front of Erica’s house as his mind quickly calculated the amount of space they would need in his car.

“No, not here, and not tonight. I want to make it special for you. Sue Ellen told me that, well, that non-freeuse girls are rare, and sex with them should be treated as special. I’m not another wet hole to fuck, you know. I’m your girlfriend. So I think we need to add a little romance to it.” She saw the impatient groan stirring in his throat. His Adam’s apple looked bigger, too. The heavy jacket masked his body, but the longer she looked at him, the more she realized he wasn’t the same Mark that had gone off to university six months ago. “Mark? Can I ask you something else?”

He cranked the car. “Sure, babe.”

“Have you been taking the growth pills?”

His hands gripped the wheel tightly. “Yeah, I did. Just one. Is that an issue?”

Erica frowned. She’d hoped her first time would be with a natural man. “How much bigger did it get?”

“Not much,” he said disappointedly. “Mostly muscle. I look great without a t-shirt now though. I did…did it for you. Thought you’d like a hunkier guy.”

She rubbed his thigh, pride welling up in her. While she grew very conscious of how muscular his leg felt through his jeans and she considered letting her hand drift over to his crotch, she reflected on their relationship. Had the separate living circumstances created phantoms of doubt the whole time? By his admission, he’d been faithful to her. While that had been an easy request when they were both in high school, once Mark turned eighteen it was entirely within his right to go and fuck any woman he wished. Erica never wanted to be one of those harpyish women who either refused to let their husbands see freeuse women or handpicked the ones that they could. It wasn’t within her personality to be that domineering, but she still wasn’t fully comfortable with Mark going out and fucking like a rabbit. She wanted something else for them, a more natural relationship like the ones in the old romance novels. Of course, everyone told her that was an absolute pipe dream. Since the freeuse laws were enacted after the war, traditional relationships all but vanished. They told her the best she could hope for was that Mark would marry her and only fuck one or two women around the neighborhood. Yet, he said he took the pills for her. “Well, we’ll have to get that shirt off of you so I can see the results.” She slid her hand further down towards his crotch. “Certainly feels like you’re a much fuller package.” She felt his cock move and realized she shouldn’t get him too worked up. “Let’s go. I want you to tell me all about your first semester.”

Mark put the car into drive and headed toward the diner. The pills had been a mistake. He knew it the second after he took them, but also couldn’t go another minute being the scrawny kid from the boonies. The college was so different than the sleepy little town where his high school sweetheart waited for him. He took a great deal of pride in himself for going the whole semester without giving in, especially after taking the pills. He’d been lucky not to have a roommate, but not for the usual reasons. The other guys all over the dorm always had at least one girl in their room, but usually two. The girls walked around, cum drunk, following guys into the shower to suck them off while they got ready for class. With the girls came the enhancement pills, perfectly formulated like the freeuse ones, to make men more virile. Some of the guys in the dorm were on their way to being bonafide freaks with twelve in cocks. They couldn’t even fuck the girls any more, except up the ass. Mark had no intention of becoming something like that, but he couldn’t stand going into the shower with these muscle bound guys with eight inch dicks and their half dumb girls bent over in front of them.

They arrived at the the diner and had a quiet meal together. The awkwardness of their reunion slipped away quickly as the topics turned, however briefly, away from sex and relationships. Mark told her about his new friends and his classes. He told her about life in the dorms, but left out a considerable amount of the dorm activities. Erica did her part as well, catching Mark up on the local goings on. She lamented the loss of all of her friends as they went off to college or otherwise. She’d hotly contested the rules that prohibited her from starting college with Mark, but they were strict. She wasn’t old enough when the registration deadline passed and so she had to file for an extension with the freeuse office. Mark asked about who was left around town, and Erica listed off the names of the girls who’d gotten the pink cards. Sue Ellen, her only real friend, had gotten a black card and started working at one of the Well-Being facilities that looked after the more transient freeuse girls.

“So what’d you do for your birthday?” Mark asked after the waiter dropped off two milkshakes.

“Nothing. Kept it pretty quiet. Not sure who would have wanted to celebrate it with me anyway since you weren’t around. Oh, remember Karen Murphy? She had a card opening party right on her birthday. She went down to the Inn and rented a room, not a hotel room, but one of those big meeting rooms they have for the Shriner conventions and such. She invited all the guys who are left around here. Twenty or thirty of them probably, but geez it’s like living in a ghost town most of the time. Anyway, they all show up, and she gets on stage in this little bikini thing, or so Sue Ellen told me. Opens up her card, and it’s a regular pink one, of course. Takes the thing right away and spends the next three hours screwing every guy there as many times as she can. She even had them put a sign in front of the door that said ‘Just Dosed! Come Fuck Me!’ and every person who checked into the Inn saw it. She stayed for two days.”

Mark was keenly aware of the stiff cock in his pants. He remembered Karen Murphy quite well. She’d been an early bloomer and walked around school with her tits half out the entire time. She actually offered to blow him the night before he left for college. He’d declined, but it was the first time he’d ever considered he might be insane for remaining so loyal to Erica. “Christ, that’s nuts. So, uh, I was thinking. Tomorrow night, they’re having those Victory Day Fireworks. What if we grab a blanket and head up to the Point. It’s always so quiet there, we should have plenty of privacy.” His voice trembled slightly when he asked. Mark had waited a very long time relative to his peers. Most guys spent their eighteenth’s in the home of the first freeuse girl they could find. But Mark had remained diligent.

“That sounds nice,” Erica answered with a smile. She was just as thrilled as Mark, but didn’t dare show it. They both sucked on their milkshakes while day dreaming of the next night.

The next day involved Erica doing mostly housework. She didn’t know how the day she intended to lose her virginity should go, but she’d never imagined it being so mundane. The house where she’d spent her adolescene buzzed with its normal weekend activity. The only person she could talk to about her plans was the house mother, but she was busy with the other girls. It heartened Erica to see life go on as it always had with the other generations muddling through with the leadership of the house mothers. She’d watched her friends and house sisters move on one after the other. They never came back to the home after they’d been dosed. The ones that went off to school or got black cards would usually avoid it as well, either because of hard memories or fond ones or a messy jumble of both. Erica did her chores that morning reflecting on how she would remember the home after moving off to college.

She still dreamed of marrying Mark and having children that would grow up in a house with them like in the pre-war days. Mark had hated his home. The girls could be catty, but the boys were downright mean. Since Mark was so scrawny as a boy, he’d fared poorly. Erica had talked to him about her ideas of moving out West where the nuclear family culture was still acceptable, but he’d never seemed very interested. He’d gone along with her in the talk, but she doubted he really shared her vision. It was different for men after all. He would be giving up the freeuse lifestyle altogether while she would be gaining some of her self back. The black card women were respected, but at the same time almost pitied. It seemed like a shrewd life, but, judging from her own house mother, they did not have trouble finding relationships. Plenty of men out there sought some more stability in their later years rather than when they were young bucks trying to fuck everything under the sun. Even if Mark wouldn’t go with her, she could get her green card, the kind that showed she’d completed college, and go to live among others like her. Perhaps she could find someone else who thought like she did.

Her hopes went out the window a little after three that afternoon. The freeuse laws set up a complex system somewhat akin to the draft during wartime. All females automatically registered in the system at birth. On their eighteenth birthday, their names sorted into corresponding classes based on random selection and some undecipherable formula. The assignment office sent color coded cards containing a pill or, in the case of the green and black cards, a number to call for their employment. Erica knew of four classes: pink, purple, black, and green.

The black and pink cards occured the most often. A black card meant the woman was eligible to work in the freeuse infrastructure. Things like house mothers or nurses or center operators and so on. The pink cards were the average freeuse girls. Within the card, beside a list of instructions was a pill. The instructions said for the pill to be taken immediately upon receipt, and Erica heard of some nasty consequences if that wasn’t followed. The girls would be caught and subjected to some rigorous discipline for their evasion of civic duty. The pink pill contained all the brilliance of the last thirty years of scientific progress. Unilateral birth control, amazing disease protection —which had all but eradicated many of the sexually transmitted ones — and remarkable health benefits. Amazingly, all the freeuse pills delayed the onset of aging and severely limited any type of viral infection. They also gave the women heightened libidos and erogenous zones. And for all that, pink pilled women could be bent over and fucked by any man as he saw fit.

The green cards exempted the woman from freeuse service altogether. Grades and test scores factored into the formula used to assign the pills. Young women who performed well enough in school to go to college and pursue a career usually meant getting a green card. Successful completion of a degree made the green card permanent.

Finally, purple cards were the rarest. While the other classes had a lot of information in public about them, the purple cards didn’t, but no one knew exactly why. Purple cards meant a pill that turned the woman into a breeder. They had all the trademarks of the pink pill, but without the contraceptive. Supposedly it also came with some physiological changes which made reproduction faster, easier, and much more highly desired by the woman.

At three in the afternoon on the day Erica intended to lose her virginity to her boyfriend, a steely, blue eyed woman wearing a black badge knocked at Erica’s door. Purple cards were hand delivered. The woman placed the card in Erica’s hand with a kind smile. She offered Erica a sympathetic ear as the girl attempted to explain she’d filed for an exemption. The officer delicately informed Erica the exemption had been declined. The bar for college admission had been adjusted, and Erica no longer qualified. As a result, her name entered into the raffle, and she received a purple card. The woman also informed Erica it must be taken immediately and in her presence. The explanation faded into a drone of shock and disbelief. The officer snapped open the card, and the purple pill fell into Erica’s outstretched hand. The officer produced a small canteen and handed it over as Erica tossed the pill in her mouth. What else could she do? If she ran or resisted, the officer would catch her. She could file for an appeal, but they never granted. She’d been raised by the freeuse state and now she had no grounds to refuse her civic obligation.

“That’s a good girl,” the officer said as she filled out paperwork on a chart. “You know, some girls take it pretty hard. They think the breeders have the worst of it, but that’s not true. They don’t get to see the beauty of it all. You’ll become mother to dozens of children. And not just your own. You spend the first three months in the nursery before returning to active duty. Honestly, the pink girls go around acting like they get the better end of the deal, but they don’t know what they’re missing. Our research says breeders report higher levels of satisfaction with their lovers and position. Now then, effects will start taking place within one to two hours. Report to this address whenever you have no where else to go or when you start to show more than a little belly. After that, we take care of you, but don’t worry we have plenty of men who come through to fuck you while you’re still pregnant. Any questions?”

Erica shook her head. Her life had vanished in seconds replaced by a new one that she’d never imagined. It was a lot to take in. “What will I tell Mark?”

“Who’s that?”

“My boyfriend.”

“Oh, well, you should tell him to fuck you first and fuck you often.”

Erica didn’t begin to know where to find Mark. She couldn’t get him on the phone. She headed into town to see if she could spot him somewhere. It never occurred to her that she might not be thinking clearly. Nor did she mark the time the pill hit her tongue. She could only focus on the officer’s last advice. He had to be staying somewhere in town though, and she figured the Inn would be a good place to start looking. Unfortunately, she couldn’t get a bus. She had to walk, the minutes ticking by as the pill dissolved in her stomach and her body chemistry started to change.

It took forty five minutes to walk to the Inn. Along the way, Erica started to feel different. The initial shock of getting the pill passed quicker than she expected. The dreamed-of life faded away like an actual dream. She had a vague memory of wanting to do something with Mark, but couldn’t remember what it was. She felt like some cue would let it all come back. She needed to see him or talk with him, and her dream would return. It grew more difficult for her to concentrate as hormones flooded through her body, addling her brain. When she walked into the Inn, her only thoughts were of sex. The scene she walked into effectively threw gasoline on the smoldering coals in her mind.

The lobby of the Inn crowded with visiting men and freeuse women. The ladies chatted to each other about things while bent over couches or splayed out on the beds dotting the lobby. Seeing the gorgeous men and women made Erica grow aware of her building horniness. She scanned the room for Mark, expecting to see him behind one of the fair skinned harlots, screwing her as hard as he could. She didn’t see him and headed to the desk. “Excuse me, I’m looking for a guest of yours, Mark Blackwell.”

The desk attendant looked up from his book and smiled. “Holy shit, Erica?”

She gasped in recognition, “Ryan? Oh good! You know Mark. And you know me! I need to find him, quick.”

Ryan stood up from his stool. He looked nothing like she remembered. He clearly had been taking the growth pills as well. His hulking form rose up to his full height, and she realized he was wearing a robe with nothing on underneath it. She’d tried to avoid the more freeuse centric parts of town, but realized even the men who bothered to dress had done so in a way that gave them quick access to their cocks. And what a cock it was, in Ryan’s case. She could see the thick monster stirring to an erection as he looked at her. “Yeah, I can give him a call, but when did you get your dose?”

“What? How did you know?”

He pointed to her neck. “The necklace. Wow, so you’re a breeder, huh?”

The necklace! How could she have been so forgetful. Looking around at the other women, she saw their necklaces. All pink discolorations of skin that looped around their necks, like collar tattoos. She grabbed a small plastic display and angled it in the light to see her own necklace, bright purple. “Oh, gosh. I’m further along than I realized. Can you look up Mark’s room?”

Ryan made no attempt to hide his arousal. He pulled at the top of his robe and it fell from his shoulders with ease revealing a sculpted body of muscle and cock. “Man, Erica, you don’t know how special you are. Look at those tits filling out. Did you just dose?”

“Yeah, an hour ago, maybe.” She looked down at her breasts pushing out the top of her dress. As he drew attention to it, she realized that they’d grown and started to feel confined in the garment. Breeders had some body changes to make them more fertile and more attractive than the pink cards. Her body felt electric. She ran her hands down her sides to feel hips that weren’t there before and an ass that was much fuller than she remembered. “Oh, I’m so wet,” she said matter-of-factly. “Mark’s room? He’s still my boyfriend, and I want to fuck him so he breeds me.”

“No, no,” Ryan insisted, moving around the desk. The sight of his cock bobbing out in front of him made her pussy shiver. “That’s not how it works as a breeder. It’s first come, first fucked. Now, bend over like a good breeder and get ready for your first fuck. I’ve always wanted to fuck one of you.”

Her mind put up a mild protest before she bent over and grabbed the edge of the check in counter. She pulled her dress up over her ass while Ryan jerked down her underwear. His hand moved up between her thighs until his fingers slid against her slick mound. “I really think I need to find Mark. So fuck me quickly.” Ryan’s cock pushed against her wet slit. “Oh, I’m a virgin too, so be gentle.”

“Fuck, really?” he pushed forward with his hips. His swollen cockhead pushed easily into her wet tunnel. The pill had done its work generously, and her pussy walls stretched to accommodate Ryan’s enhanced cock. Erica groaned as his hands grabbed hold of her ass. “Jesus, Erica, I almost feel bad for taking your first fuck from Mark, but this is too good. You’re so fucking tight.”

“Aww, thanks, Ryan,” she chirped as she heard the wet slap of her ass against his skin. His cock felt good pushing inside of her. She’d played with herself before, but nothing bigger than a finger. Ryan was much bigger than a finger. She wondered how much cum he had in those balls. Hang on. Mark! You’re supposed to be with Mark! I’m such a dolt. I got distracted, and now Ryan is fucking me first. He’s gonna cum all in my pussy and get me pregnant. Great. That’s great. On the other hand, this feels sooo good. As Ryan’s cock pushed further inside of her, she brought her hands up to squeeze her breasts. She’d never noticed them giving her any particular pleasure before, but they’d told her in school that freeuse women had their erogenous zones turned up. Her fingers kneading into the soft flesh sent small explosions of pleasure throughout her body as a core knot of tension built up from Ryan’s rhythmic thrusting.

“Erica?!” Mark blurted out from behind them. He walked through the entrance of the Inn and over to where Ryan continued to slap into his girlfriend from behind. “Oh, fuck, you got a pill?”

“I came to find you. The lady said if I found you, that you could fuck me first. You’d wouldn’t have waited for nothing, but you weren’t here. Ryan is fucking me instead. You remember Ryan, right?”

The two men exchanged looks of recognition as Erica became more enthusiastic in her bouncing. Ryan slowed her down. “Sorry man. I know you two were dating, but she’s so fucking hot. And a just turned virgin breeder. I would have been insane to pass that up. Her pussy is so tight. Tell you what though, if you want I’ll cum on her ass and then you can be her first actual load.”

“Oh! That’s so nice of you Ryan,” Erica moaned. She reached behind her and pulled her ass cheeks apart to tantalize him.

Mark shrugged and pulled down his pants. His cock had quickly stiffened at the sight of his former girlfriend getting railed in the lobby. He moved over to her mouth. “You know, Erica, I think waiting was stupid. I should have been fucking all those girls in the dorm.”

Seeing the cock in front of her face, she let her instincts take over. “Oh you totally should have. I was crazy to ask you not to.” She slurped his cock into her mouth with ease, her tongue undulating along the underside as he swelled to his full size and pushed against the back of her throat.

“But I think I’ll take you back to school with me. You can stay in my room. I’ll fuck you every morning and every night. During the day you can visit the other guys on my floor. They’d all been talking about finding a breeder. Apparently it’s common to get a trio of breeders for a floor and everyone take turns knocking them up throughout the year. You know, like a bonding exercise. Also, wow, you’re pretty good at sucking cock.”

She nodded enthusiastically as Ryan pulled out of her with a wet slurp. A sudden and intense ache of emptiness washed over her. She needed a cock in her, desperately. She felt his thick rock slide between her new full asscheeks before spraying her ass with his thick ropes of cum. Mark pulled out of her mouth and moved behind her, shoving his cock into her wet slit with ease. She could tell he was smaller and started to scheme about slipping him some more growth pills. He wasn’t in her more than a few seconds before she felt the hot spurt of cum into her pussy. In the meanwhile, Ryan moved up to her mouth. She crammed his cock into her throat, licking away the dribble of cum that remained on his cock. The combination sent her into a rolling wave of pleasure. She shuddered and her hand went to her belly, gently rubbing the spot that would soon start to swell with Mark’s seed. She could hear the two men talking about something, but none of it made much sense to her. Erica only concentrated on the feeling of Ryan’s cum trickling into her ass crack and Marks leaking from her pussy. Something told her that she was being wasteful.

“Wow, a breeder!” sad another voice. “Mind if I have a go.”

Mark answered, “I came in her pussy already. She’s my girlfriend, or was. So I thought I’d knock her up first for old time’s sake. Fuck her ass if you want though.”

Erica gurgled with pleasure as she felt rough hands bend her over again. The cock that pushed against her asshole was bigger than Ryan’s even. She smiled as she thought of how lucky she was to still have her high school sweetheart.