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O-Week Sluts O-Week Sluts A Ridiculous Tale by J. Verhagen It was another
O(rientation)-WEEK at W______. Throngs of youthful Frosh came to buy purple
T-shirts, wear purple baseball caps, dip their arms in purple paint and act
like the bunch of purple re- tards that they were. Soon we would see nubile
young tarts with pert breasts - no bra support needed - parading around,
proudly displaying "Fuck Me" slogans spray painted on their chests by their
exuberant and slightly drunk peers. Someone would write in to the Gazette: "I
found that T-shirt disgusting - how can any one respect you (you slut)". There
would be many replies from irate female students, who felt - rightly - that
they should be able to act like sluts without being called one. A while ago,
the prez - tyrant that he was - decided to shorten O-WEEK. No one would have
it - no-siree! Elephantine sophomore tarts roamed the U__ patio, wearing
shades and shouting O-WEEK O-WEEK, big red lips making an exaggerated "O" as
they mooned for the news photographers. But there were guys there too; tall
preppy fags wearing bermuda shorts, shades, and freudian phallic symbol
baseball caps; not to mention making the same big Os with their mouths. They
needed O- WEEK. I mean, how else could they get laid? They needed new naive
babes to pull the same stunts; get them drunk on their back, legs spread,
saying shit like "I'll marry you, etc" - any- thing to get them to drop their
droors; feeding their own pinky- sized dicks into tight unwilling slits,
tossing the babes out the front door - like sluts - sans clothes when done. Or
maybe they would keep them around, trade them like baseball cards with their
drinking buddies, or shove them in a closet somewhere while they went out and
found some new pieces of feminine action to stick their microscopic dicks
into. "It's amazing; If they're in different programs, they'll never meet",
says one tall blonde fag with a dildo head preppy hairdo to his buddy. "Yeah",
laughing, says the other, "it's really easy to have more than one GIRLFRIEND
here!" "But I love you!", wailed the tall blonde, making a big scene in the
Nat Sci building. The guy is looking around all nervous at the 50+ people
walking by, giving the couple stares. "AND YOU AL- WAYS LOVE HER!". He calms
her down, walks her out the building and then takes off at full speed, bermuda
shorts flapping in the breeze! And she's chasing him, at full speed, until she
hits a rock and winds up on the pavement with a mouthful of gravel, and hot
wet tears of complete humiliation running down her cheeks. "Hot Wet and
Salty!", the babes in the O-WEEK team shouted in unison, youthful lungs giving
vent to sexual frustration; the itch between their pretty thighs telegraphing
FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME in secret pheremonal codes to every (pseudo) guy in a
five block radius. And then, there were the guys: O-WEEK instructors waiting
for the chance to get these young babes - now so far from home - alone and
drunk in a wonderful her-word-against-his setting for some real orientation
into the life of a W______ chick. There were other guys too; young ones hoping
to meet someone special, genuine Frosh; but what girl would choose that over
the charisma and sheer charm of a knowledgeable instructor? Fuck you, she's
thinkin' as she eyes these dweebs in purple shirts. Soon she would, after
having fucked everyone else in town. The funny thing is, is that she'll be
drunk most of the time and won't remember half of it. The frat boys were
jacking off in a circle onto a loaf of bread. The loser - the one who comes
last - gets the sheer privilege of consuming the jizz. Oooh Oooh Oooh, they
chant, working erect members, eyeing each-other's dicks. Truly this was a game
for fags. I mean, what normal guy could come quickly with a bunch of nude guys
around starin at his prick? And then there was the thumb-butt-circle game,
where everyone stands in a circle, thumbs in eachother's butts, marching
around. Ooops! Did your thumb come out? - Geee, I guess you'll have to put it
in your mouth, and use the other one. If that one comes out, you lose, and
have to service the whole gang.
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Have fun. Did I mention something about frat
boys having homosexual tendencies - Paddling eachother's butts with pledge
paddles, dressing up in women's lingerie, frequently dropping the soap in the
locker room shower to admit... Naw, not me! But let's get on with today's
nasty adventure. It happened at the Z__ (local name for a certain sleazoid
residence on campus) Lisa was in her room, drunk and fingering her slender
pink pussy, eyeing some positively sinful magazine her roomate Sheri left
behind. "Oooooh", she squeeled looking at the pictures of people in various
positions, genitalia - the gear works of reproduction - exposed in various
modes of relating. One showed a black chick with a dildo up her ass sucking
some guy's massive prick, while another guy, this one being under her, had his
cock up her pussy. An Asian girl in the picture lent a hand to working the
dildo up the black chick's ass and was being penetrated from behind by a large
black labrador, its big pink tongue hanging out. And there was another guy -
in Nazi regalia of all things - riding the black girl backwards and visibly
wacking the Asian with outstretched riding crop, the girl who was - besides
getting some doggy action - also sucking him off. "Fuckin Unbelievable!", Lisa
squeeled; and that was the least elaborate one! There was a whole book full of
these, each more implausible than the one preceding. Her fingers worked her
moist pussy as she turned the page... Suddenly, Sheri walks in. "he he he",
the more mature babe chuck- les, eyeing Lisa's form and evident distress at
having been so suddenly disturbed. "shit", Lisa exclaims, reaching for her
pan- ties - a bit too late for Sheri who had by this time dumped the contents
of her brown bag - dildos, whips, sex toys, etc - onto the bed beside our
precious little Frosh sweety. But that's not all: Three completely naked guys
suddenly rounded the corner too and helped Sheri tie the now struggling Lisa,
spead-eagled, butt in the air, to the bed with big white ropes. "Hey!", she
exclaimed, not entirely sure she was digging this stuff; but soon she couldn't
say anything; mostly because of the gag ball that someone shoved in her mouth.
She noticed that one of them had a camera... They took turns mounting her from
behind after lubing her pussy and anus with gobs of gelatinous cream; having
also shoved a pil- low under her firm tummy to maintain that special angle so
cru- cial to rear entry. Flashbulbs went off as they experimented with
plugging her orifices with dildos and engorged penises, rearrang- ing the
ropes every now and then to make for new and interesting pictures. They all
wore black ski-masks - a secret turn on for Lisa. Sheri, by this time, had
gotten really horny. "Eat me!", she ex- claimed as she proferred her steaming
pussy to the ministrations of Lisa - our little Frosh sweety who was by this
time somewhat tuckered out from all the attention she was getting. She was
surprised by her room-mate's actions but was even more surprised by the fact
that she was enjoying it completely! She had never done this before, but she
was already looking forward to future encounters with her roomate - soaping
her body in the tub, giving her massages, pressing moist mound against moist
mound, etc. But that wasn't the biggest surprise of the evening. No, the big
surprise was when she felt herself mounted by some snorting an- imal: It was
FIDO, THE CHEERLEADING TEAM MASCOT, pumping away at her rear, letting out a
low howl, and eventually shooting a hot thick stream of dog jizz up her
recently deflowered puss. Flash- bulbs recorded this moment for posterity, as
Lisa felt herself sink into the bed under the enormous weight of the animal's
form, its claws digging into her shoulders, its fuzzy hindquarters tickling
her butt. Lisa had many more memorable adventures at this institution for
higher learning, but this was her first - her first taste of the life of an
intellectually inclined woman on campus. Truly, thought Lisa, this was an
O-WEEK to remember. She couldn't wait to cram for finals.
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