It has been one month since judicial bill 42069 has been signed into law. It had some contestation in court but eventually the swinger votes pushed it forward. During the announcement of the law, we were all told, “The Signing of Freeuse for a Free Society does not mean an abandonment of morals and ethics, but an expansion of the realm of possibility and an encouragement in comfort and familiarity with the bounds of our bodies.” The lawmaker, of course, was saying this while casually humping his fairly mediocre cock in and out the mouth of a heavily salivating redhead woman, freshly pulled up from the press audience. He continued, “I implore us all to address and attend to each other’s bodily needs from a place of understanding and healing: this country has been huuuuugh,” he pants for a few moments as his face contorts in pleasure, “hurt for a long time and these newfound holes will be one of many steps to heal.”

For me, though? Life has been mostly the same. I’m getting noticed and observed more by the local women at the supermarkets, neighbors, on the bus, but for whatever reason freeuse hasn’t caught on widespread here yet. I can’t tell if they’re watching me in anticipation or trying to judge my character if I would break this temporary amnesty.

Either way, it has been a long month and my buddy has just called me telling me he just fucked his cock through six girls’ lips the long way and then came over all of their faces. I couldn’t tell if he was describing hot dogs or a sex act but either way, I’m intrigued. I hear all these stories, read the manifest journalism portraying the new levels of hedonisms certain neighborhoods are falling to. Surprisingly the suburbs seem to be the dens of true free proliferation, horny stay-at-home types having practical orgies in the front lawns every day.

Something clicked in me when I was eating my lunch in the park down by the water. There was a man on a bench, older, nothing special about him. He was tossing bread to some pigeons while some absolutely gorgeous woman in runner’s apparel took him for the ride of his life. I watched so intently, and as she turned around to milk his cum out onto her sports bra, she locked eyes with me. With practical heat wafting off her lithe frame, she strode over to me after the spent man and got on her knees in the gravel before me. “I’m assuming you don’t want pussy after that, so let me just suck you off.” She said, and I had the trembling audacity to say, “No, thanks, it’s okay, I don’t want to—“ and before I could even finish the sentence she snorted, standing up, dusting herself off, and picked up her run once more.

Lord forgive that man, surely he was just too old to understand decency, or boundaries. But how rude! If I still had my volleyball legs I’d have chased after her. Some of the women around here, if you take away their average or curve-hiding clothes, really are something. I mean my neighbor is such a milf, the gas station cashier is a total goth babe, and the local college sluts all seem like they got the same genetics for big tits.

This frustration mounting has set me to my tipping point, though. It’s been long enough. I can’t even find a normal lay let alone a free one. My balls are ready to burst. I am going to take advantage of my legal right. And I am going to love it.

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Hi all, so this is, as you may guess, a freeuse prompt! I’m desirous of public sex, exhibitionism, freeuse, and oral play today. Some follow up questions that may help you start are:

• Are you interested in playing more of my dedicated hole (a single woman), or a neighborhood of sorts with many quick scenes?

• Do I know you? Or are you a stranger on the bus? In the laundromat?

• How have you adapted to a freeuse country?

Some of my additional kinks are:

• cumplay
• bimboification
• saliva / smell / sensory descriptions
• large tits / ass / cock

With limits being fairly standard: no underage, beastiality, extreme violence, brutality, scat, or blood.

Send a chat or a pm to get started!