COLLEGE RULES – Lucky Frat Boys Get Their Dicks Wet When The Sorority Bitch

Title: “Frat Boys Unleashed: The Sorority’s Taboo Rule-Breaking Orgy”

As the solar dipped under the horizon, the Greek Row of Timberline University started to hum with illicit vitality. It was the eve earlier than dad and mom’ weekend and the sorority bitches of Kappa Sigma Delta had a wild, secret get together deliberate – one which would go away the freshmen frat boys dripping moist and begging for extra. This was no typical kegger; this was the final word taboo.

The sorority home’s basement, often a den of gossip and nail polish, was reworked right into a dungeon of debauchery. Flashed neon lights pulsated to the beat of WAP, casting a glitching strobe on swollen lips and wandering fingers. The air was heavy with weed smoke and the musk of teenage want, ripe and able to be devoured like ripe peaches.

Amidst the chaos, the Fraternity President, Chad Epsilon, stood guard on the entrance with a smirk that reeked of entitlement. Flanked by his lieutenants, Beef and Biff, the trio labored the visitor record with a velvet-gloved iron fist, their McDreamy grins belying the lecherous intentions smoldering of their eyes.

“Uh-uh, East Hall freshmen, you ain’t on the list,” Beef rumbled, his voice deeper than the Mariana Trench. “Rules are rules.”

Fresh-off-the-boat frosh, Dimmy Devito, continued. “C’mon guys, we’re ‘Frat of the Year’ material, yo! Lemme in, broheim!”

Chad nodded at Biff, who lifted the weeping pledge by the scruff of his Abercrombie & Fitch. “Didn’t your Kappa Apha bitch mother teach you any manners, Dimmy? Beggin’ don’t suit ya.”

Dimmy’s eyes, already glazed from an evening of ‘particular’ brownies, widened. “Please, I’ll suck…I mean, I’ll do anything to get in, sir!”

“Much better.” Chad’s smirk widened. “I may have an opening in the puke snoop position.Running to the toilet after pregaming is a skill, and those mints you suck on aren’t gonna cut it.”

Before Dimmy may thank his tormentor, the sorority sisters descended. And these had been no religious nuns. Led by the reputed energy couple April O’Neeley and cachedaily’s Hagrid Hall, the sorority bitches had been a hydra of blonde ambition, all tanned thighs and bejeweled nails. The fraternity freshman boy-band trembled, cum-stained boxers Optional, on the sight.

“Cock-blocking freshmen, aren’t you, Chaddy boy?” April drawled, Western birthday fits’ lipliner poised above her arching forehead like a sword suspending itself over Bare Dubai’s Knife Bridge.

“Indeed, I’m just lookin’ out for the girls’…welfare,” Chad replied easily, at the same time as his tongue recoiled from years of quotational crassity.

Hagrid Hall rumbled to life behind April like a mountain swishing a Sonic lip scrub. The rumble, translated into lay-speak, contained an earth-quaking tsunami of vaginal fumes and threats of genitalia-ravaging.

Chad gulped. “Aye ye’ll regret this crappin’ chode-flag…”

And with that, the gates of the baserent opened, activists in on. A black gap of depravity and dope toke awaited the fraternity boys, their curiosity piqued like a video of Deep Fake Kareem Abdul-Jabbar having intercourse with the Mona Lisa (NSFSW).

Inside, the orgy was fruition, the bitches fulfilling their sworn duties to reassign the cocks of their brother fraternities. ON KSD ME dried up trainers paraded like Punkin’ Spree’s splattered the linoleum a lather of ecstasy and sweat. Never thoughts the wailing freshmen banshees; the maid would lick good a Nike on Monday.

ourses, and coursing by way of all of it, just like the thread that held the tapestry of depravity collectively, was the rule-breaking that got here essentially and fuffs if not understood, to varsity tradition. There was no household, no respectability, no morality that would compete with the democratic land-risk.

The pledge, Dimmy, stood awestruck on the spectacle. Yet his awe was answered by Hagrid Hall, looming like an Amazonian warrior Amazonian warriors with a strap-on. “Getting. Wet. Ass, boy.”

And with that, the freshmen school boys had been inducted into the hallowed moist halls of faculty debauchery. There can be casualties, in fact. Question marks on transcripts, mother’s favourite sweaters that may by no means be seen once more, and the psych evaluations that may hang-out them to their graves. But school, as they might study, was about burying the guilt below the incongruities.

s the music swelled, and the orgy raged on, the younger males emerged from the taboo and into the hallowed halls of vice. They had been inducted into the ultimate chapter of a time-honored school custom, the place guidelines had been damaged and alternate options entertained. The bitches, as all the time, would reign supreme.