Sarah stepped onto campus with a duffel bag and a wet pussy. She had signed the free use agreement the week before move-in, and now every guy in the dorm knew it. The rules were simple: if she was on campus property, her holes were available. No asking twice, no stopping until they finished.
Her roommate, a senior named Jake, broke her in the first night. He walked in while she was unpacking, yanked her shorts down, and bent her over the desk. "Spread," he said. Sarah braced her hands on the wood and pushed her ass back. Jake spat on his cock and shoved it straight into her cunt. He fucked her hard and fast, balls slapping her clit with every thrust. She came twice before he pulled out and painted her ass cheeks with thick ropes of cum. He left without a word. She stayed bent over, dripping, until her legs stopped shaking.
By the second week the whole floor had her schedule memorized. Mornings were the busiest. Sarah would wake up to the sound of her door opening. Some guy from down the hall would climb onto her bed, flip her onto her stomach, and sink his morning wood into whichever hole he wanted. She learned to keep lube on the nightstand. One Tuesday a guy named Marcus woke her by pressing his cock against her lips. She opened her mouth without opening her eyes and let him fuck her throat until he came down her neck. Ten minutes later his roommate came in and took her pussy while she was still swallowing.
Classes were fair game too. In her 9 a.m. lecture she sat in the back row. The TA noticed her agreement badge on her backpack and came over during the break. He pulled her into the empty classroom next door, bent her over a table, and fucked her from behind while the next class filed in outside. He kept one hand over her mouth so her moans wouldn't carry.
When he finished he zipped up, told her to stay put, and sent two friends in after him. She left with cum running down her thighs and had to sit through the rest of her lecture feeling it soak into her seat.
The dorm common room became her favorite spot. She would study there in the evenings wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt. Guys would come in from the gym or parties, see her, and decide they needed a quick release. One night three of them took turns on the couch. The first fucked her mouth while the second used her pussy. The third waited his turn, stroking himself and calling her a campus cumdump. When the first two finished she climbed onto the third's lap and rode him until he filled her. She didn't bother cleaning up. She just pulled her shirt down and went back to her textbook, cum leaking out of her onto the cushion.
Frat parties were nonstop. At one house she ended up in the basement with six guys. They passed her around like a toy. One held her hair while another fucked her throat. Someone else spread her ass and worked his cock into her tight hole while she was still choking on the first. They rotated through her holes until every guy had cum at least once. She walked back to her dorm barefoot, cum drying on her face and thighs, and smiled at every guy who stared.
The arrangement never felt like work. She liked the casual ownership, the way guys would grab her in the hallway and bend her over the nearest surface without explanation. She liked waking up already stretched and used. By mid-semester she stopped wearing panties entirely. It saved time.
One rainy afternoon she was alone in the laundry room when three guys from the soccer team walked in. They didn't even speak. One lifted her onto the washing machine, another pulled her legs apart, and the third fed his cock into her mouth. They took turns fucking her while the machines rumbled beneath them. When they were done they left her sitting on the machine with her legs open, three loads of cum slowly dripping out onto the metal.
Sarah never said no. That was the whole point. She had come to college to study, but the free use agreement turned every day into a string of raw, filthy interruptions. By the end of the semester her pussy stayed permanently slick, her throat knew the taste of a dozen different cocks, and she had stopped counting how many times she had been bent over, spread open, and filled. She just kept the lube handy and her legs ready. That was enough.
