"I've got the best tits in the western world," howled Krista, standing on top of the makeshift bar. The buttons on her button-down broke away as she tore her shirt apart. One friend, Leslie threw up a hand and helped her with her bra. "Hard to argue that," she screamed, lipping Krista's swollen nipple, and grabbing the handful of cunt lurking behind her mini-skirt. "Hey Leslie," one of the PZY guys yelled. "Don't be a hog, you fucking whore! Leave some of that for us!"

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.