The party kicked into high gear near midnight. The girls rushed in in waves. We were ready, though; and it wasn't long before each one was gobbling a cock, pivoting on a pole, or taking it up the young, tight ass. An X-rated parade of pigtails, tartan skirts and sweaters. We yelled, "PZY, My Oh My," over the many moans. Shit, freshman orientation is fun.

Every girl here is the girl of my fucking dreams. Shit. Who am I going to start with? So many of them are topless. She's got perfect tits, but that one's got nipples like pencil erasers and right there is an amazing, heart-shaped pooper. What am I worried about? I can fuck 'em all. Separately or at the same time. That's why they're here, and that's what my apparatus is here for. Christ, am I glad I made it through hell week.