Archive-name: School/oweekslt.txt
Archive-author: J. Verhagen
Archive-title: O-Week Sluts
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Warning - The following story contains:
bondage, bestiality, lesbianism,
black humour, etc...
If this is not for you, please skip
the remainder of this posting.
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. 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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