*To the tune of “Fifteen” by Taylor Swift. Words in brackets need not be sung but are added for context.*
**Verse 1:**
You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors;
It’s the morning of your very first day;
You say hi to your friends you ain’t seen in awhile, (*but you*) try and stay out of everybody’s way (*because of the enactment of the 2022 Freeuse Act*)
It’s your freshman year (*of college*) and you’re gonna be here for the next four years, in this town;
Hoping one of those senior boys doesn’t wink at you and say, “you know I haven’t seen you around, before”;
**Chorus 1:**
‘Cause when you’re eighteen,
Somebody tells you they like (*the look*) of you
You’re gonna have to blow them
And when they’re (*at least*) eighteen
(*you know*) Their loads are gonna be smelly and sticky and hot and…
(*you’re gonna have to*) Count to ten, take it in (*that’s right, swallow it you slut*)
This is life because you know who you’re gonna be
At eighteen. (*that’s right, you’re gonna be our nice perky little freeuse slut!*)
Verse 2:
You sit in class next to a redhead named Abigail (*because her tits are so much bigger you know she’s gonna get more attention than you*)
And soon enough you’re best friends (*or at least, you pretend to be. There’s not much talking you can get in when you’re always trying to avoid getting cum shot down your throat or your pussy stuffed*).
Laughing at the other girls who they think they’re so cool (*they’re really embracing their roles as freeuse sluts and somehow they’re the cool ones? Excuse us if we don’t want to be mere orifices and playthings for these hormonal young and gross boys.*)
We’ll be out of here as soon as we can (*which is to say, the minimum 8 hours of time we have to spend on campus as mandated by the Act*).
But then you’re on your very first “date” (*this jerk managed to catch you sneaking around and caught you by the pigtails and forced you down on your knees*)
And he’s got a car (*he wouldn’t let you go! Apparently, he think you’re “really cute” and “don’t smell like the other girls” so he wants to bring you around for his friends to use*)
And you’re feeling like puking (*after taking three loads from him and two more each from his five friends, all in the “comfort” of his car*)
And your mama’s waiting up (*poor mama. You hope she doesn’t get too many horny men knocking on the door and requesting to engage her “services”. She’s been trying to stay indoors as much as possible and wear those baggy dresses that hide her voluptuous tits*)
And you’re thinking that’s your limit (*when will this hell end?*)
And you’re shivering in your bed when the night ends (*you don’t want to wake up*)
When the night ends;
**Chorus 2:**
‘Cause when you’re eighteen,
Somebody tells you they like (*the look*) of you
You’re gonna have to blow them (*doesn’t matter how many cocks you’ve had today – saying you’ve already had six cocks down your throat is only going to get you laughed at by the “cute girls” and you know those jerks are just going to want to facefuck you more*)
And when you’re eighteen
And your first time makes your head spin round (*you didn’t know it then – but it was an orgasm; your first. You don’t know why, but even after swallowing so much cum and getting fucked so much, your body can’t help but start to crave the feel of a cock in your pussy and the taste of cum in your mouth after the first few weeks.*)
In your life you’ll do things, greater than fucking (*well, being gangbanged by*) the boys on the football team (*they were so rough, and it didn’t help that they caught you right after football practice. They herded you to the locker room with the other girls and lined up taking turns to cum in your pussy. God, you didn’t think you’d get more sore than after that night.*).
But you didn’t know it at eighteen (*innocent, naïve little you thought that the hell would end. It only gets worse – until you start to enjoy being the cumdump at your own wedding reception.*)
**Bridge:**
When all you wanted, was not to be wanted (*how foolish you were back then – to try to run away from cock? Please, nowadays you only want more.*)
Wish you could go back, And tell yourself what you know now (*You can’t get enough cock, and now they’ve all moved on from you to those younger girls again. The only thing you’ve got going for you is the MILF vibe*).
Back then you swore you were gonna escape this life someday
But you realized some bigger dreams of yours (*the Freeuse Act is amazing. It should be enacted across the country and across the world. If only all women could learn this pleasure…*)
Even though (*that one time*) Abigail gave everything she had (*her mouth, her pussy, her ass, and of course – her sizeable E Cups*) to that group of boys to change their minds (*about using the both of you, and to just use her instead. You thought it was kind of her back then, but you’re kind of jealous now.*)
And we both cried (*she cried because they were really rough with her ass, and it was her first time. And they kept slapping her tits, calling her names, and making her choke on their smelly fat cocks. You cried because you thought that was a bad thing. Now your pussy starts dripping just thinking about what they did to her that day – oh, to* ***be*** *her…*)
**Final Chorus:**
‘Cause when you’re eighteen,
Somebody tells you they like (*the look*) of you *(you wish you were eighteen again and they would catcall you and tell you what a nice ass you had, or how your dress really makes your tits pop, only to tear it right off you.*)
You’re gonna have to blow them (*and fuck them, and call them sir – well you didn’t have to but now you do these things to demean yourself just because you crave the taste of cock and cum so much – that’s right slut beg for my cum*)
And when you’re eighteen
Don’t forget to rinse before you blow (*another guy. Turns out, guys don’t really like it if you’re blowing them and they find out someone else’s cum is still swirling in your mouth. They slapped you around pretty hard that day after they found out, but then again the hatefucking they gave you after gave you one of the best orgasms of the week. Hm, maybe you shouldn’t rinse after all.*)
You’ve found time can heal most anything *(except your pussy. It’s so stretched out just one cock won’t do it anymore, no matter how huge.*)
And you just might find who you’re supposed to be (*a good, needy, little MILF slut.*)
You didn’t know who you were supposed to be (*you wanted to be a feminist – shame on you!*)
At eighteen.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nifxwj/eighteen_a_freeuse_taylor_swift_porn_parody