-------------------------------------- Warning - The following story contains: bondage, bestiality, lesbianism, black humour, etc.-------------------------------------- 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. |