College is an interesting time in most people's lives. For some it's just another step on a path that was laid out for them, for others it's a landmark achievement that opens doors for their future.
Josh was one of the former. His parents had laid out his whole life for him, his graduation gift would be a house, he already had a job lined up right after graduation, classic nepo baby stuff. Josh knew his connections made life easy for him, and he took full advantage of every single perk.
Right now, those perks had gotten him into one of the more exclusive parties on campus, the grand finale of Rush Week, where hopeful pledges made one last desperate bid for entry into the elite society of their choosing. He was almost there, the party having started nearly an hour ago. By the time he got there, he should be able to skip right to the fun.
He made his way down the road to the House and parked on the street nearby. He locked his car and made his way up the long winding driveway and went inside. The music in the main hall was overpowering by design. The walls shook and the floor thrummed with the bass-heavy music. Josh walked over to the refreshments table laid out by the entrance and got himself a drink. It was potent, that was for sure, his eyes watered from the fumes of the alcohol as he lifted his cheap plastic cup.
He took a healthy gulp and made his way further in. Everywhere he looked was packed with bodies just starting to get a little out of hand. Lovers "hidden" in shady corners felt each other up as the potent jungle juice coursed through them and warmed up their blood. A member of the frat hosting the party caught Josh's eye while his hand was up a freshman's skirt (not that she was complaining by the way she rode his wrist) and gestured to a room. Josh finished his drink and tossed the cup before making his way over. The door was opened for him and shut right after he walked through.
The noise from the party he had just left faded to almost nothing as the door latched. 'That is some grade A soundproofing.' He thought as he walked down the stairs. He walked down the corridor and the bottom which lead to another door and he knocked. This section of the impressively large frat house was more sequestered and private, which perfectly suited the actual party hidden behind its walls.
Anyone and everyone in one of the fraternities or sororities was invited to the rager upstairs, it was a well-known event each year for those who were less particular about who they fell into bed with to find many people who may all want to fall into bed together. From all accounts, it was an enjoyable time for all involved every year. The only damper that ever fell over the evening was that it came at the end of rush week and not every friend you made in your first days on campus made it to the end to celebrate. There would always be other parties though so most did not let it spoil their mood.
As the door opened and Josh stepped into the new room, he looked over the setup to get an idea of how this year's "main event" would go. Various wet sucking and slurping sounds filled the space alongside the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh as the recently failed but still hopeful pledges serviced the occupants of the room. Each of them giving it their all, desperate to prove themselves. The large event space had been divided into zones, with pillows, mats, and other things the groups had used to decorate their spaces and make it more comfortable.
Each zone held those that had just barely failed during their attempt to join a sorority or fraternity and had been offered a chance to earn some "extra credit" to make it in. The top three Houses had a sizable amount of space set aside for each of them, with enough bodies to fill the space. It made sense with how large this year's freshman class was and how many of them wanted to get into one of those groups specifically. As his father's son, Josh had been granted immediate entry into his fraternity day 1 of his freshman year, but others had to work for it.
Not even close to half of those here would get in, even if they earned every point possible tonight; the gap between what they had and what they needed was just too much to overcome. They didn't need to know that though. It was cute to watch them try.
There was the usual cluster of second tier fraternities and sororities, their areas a bit less spacious but also not as heavily occupied so it didn't really matter much. He watched as a stunning woman walked over to one of the smaller frat's set up and pull her dress down over her tits.
Once her chest was bare, she walked over to one of the men, breasts bouncing with each step, and grabbed his hands in hers to put them on her breasts. They nearly filled his hands and he, to his credit, did not waste time. He began to knead them as soon as they were in his palms and quickly moved on to pinching and rolling her nipples while she talked at him.
She stuttered when he pinched them harder and he had to support some of her weight with one of her arms behind her back, her knees buckling when he put one of them between his teeth and sucked. Soon he was pulling her by them as he walked backwards over to what could only be described as a fuck station and she hurried to keep up.
He let go and got out from in front of her before grabbing her waist in his hands and pushing her in front of him. He bent her over a padded bar that sat at the level of his hips, her ass pressing through the skirt of her dress and into his pelvis. Once she was off balance, her tits dangling in front of her, he pushed the tight skirt of her dress up over her ass and bunched it up around her waist. He knelt behind her and began to eat her like he was starving with no preamble. Someone observing off to the side of the area began to make small notes on a scorecard as the woman moaned at the sudden assault on her holes.
He ate her harshly until her legs began to shake and she kicked her feet as she came. Her pussy gushed onto his face and the floor below; he slowed his motions down to lick her pussy gently, rubbing his hands over her ass until she could stand again, before helping her up and sending her off with a kiss, his face covered in her mess. The observer came over and congratulated him before giving him a wristband and sending him upstairs, the other hopefuls congratulating him as well as he left. Their campus had always promoted a healthy camaraderie between the Houses and what better way than some post Rush Week stress relief for the hard-working members of each group for their pledge's last attempt at entry into
