Steve the track star

Unlike the majority of men and women coming for their freshman year, you already knew the secrets of the college. That was because your older sister, a Futa herself, started here two years ago on a full ride soccer scholarship. You were coming on a full ride track scholarship yourself. If you could have gotten one at any other university in the country, you likely would have taken it. Sadly you had injured your ankle at the beginning of your senior season, so no other colleges were able to see your skills. You knew you likely only got the scholarship here due to your sister and the fact that so few men applied, but whatever.

You got to campus a week before all the other freshmen for track training. You hated bumming a ride with your sister. Even if she had grown out of bullying you now that she owned her own slut, every time you are close you get her pheromones and all the memories flood back. So riding in her backseat, watching her girlfriend give her road head over and over was a literal form of ****. She dropped you off with your few bags with only a good luck, before driving off. So you dredge your way through campus to your new dorm. You had heard all the stories from your sister, about the free sexual atmosphere and the many lewd acts. Even then, just walking to drop off everything at your dorm confirmed all the stories. Bent over a public bench was a young man moaning and drooling as she was being publicly spitroasted by two Futas. Passerby’s barely glanced, confirming what a normal occurrence such a lewd act was.

You dropped off your stuff at your dorm, noticing the extra bunk. Looks like you’ll have a roomie next week when all the non athlete freshmen arrive. You glance at the time, and quickly change into your gear so you won’t be late to your first practice.