Give Her A Break, Let's Get Drunk

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

You continue to plunder Abby's tight throat at a steady rhythm and her gags echo through the foyer, but your pace begins to noticeably slow. That feral lust was being replaced by a feeling of FOMO the likes of which you'd never experienced before. Watching Melanie's ass wiggle back and forth as she walks up the stairs - her cheeks peeking out a bit as her hips sway from side to side - you've suddenly lost all interest in fucking this future PTA president's sassy mouth.

You try to keep going, but even your dick knows your heart's not in it. "You know, I think the real party's upstairs" you quip while unceremoniously yanking the busty brunette off your cock. Long strands of spit stretch from her lips to your tip before dropping down onto her shirt. "So, this has been fun and all, but I'm out!"

"Buh, buh, buh..." Abby weakly protests, but you casually toss her aside like dirty laundry before pulling up your shorts and exiting stage left. Abby weakly falls forward to the ground into a puddle of saliva and cum, probably wishing she had the energy to curse your name.

You quickly make your way up the stairs on weakened legs, bolstered forward by thoughts of a hallway full of naive, busty beauties to select from like a "SELECT YOUR FIGHTER" game menu (but for overly aggressive titfucking). So, you can't help but be disappointed when it's just a small group of potential sword swallowers - just five including the stepsister you've already sampled - playing drinking games along a fold-out table. But that doesn't take much wind out of your sails - that's still five more new mouths to explore and five sets of tits to grope and ****.

Melanie sees you coming and heaves a deep sigh, perhaps thinking Abby might be enough of a distraction to keep you occupied for the night. "Hello, ladies!" you shout with your arms spread wide as you approach them.

"Um, everyone? This is my stepbrother, David. He's just...tagging along with me tonight," Melanie says while deeply blushing and probably still tasting you in the back of her throat. Everyone awkwardly waves while you saunter towards the table, picking up the nearest drink and downing it in one gulp.

"Hey!" a busty blonde next to you exclaims.

"Sorry, just trying to catch up!" you say with a shrug, before grabbing a nearby handle and pouring yourself a stiff drink. "Melanie, introduce your friends!" You say it with a genial tone and a smile, but it's barked like an order. And like the trained pet she's slowly becoming, Melanie obeys and introduces her drinking partners. You hear the names and immediately start ogling their bodies.

- Cece, a brunette sophomore from Canada with tanned skin and an outrageous set of DDD tits on full display in a black cocktail dress.

- Reagan, a tall one - nearly eye to eye with you - in red heels and a matching dress with a deep plunging neckline. Again, tits at least a D-cup

- Ashley - easily your favorite- who nearly makes your eyes pop out with a pair of G-cup tits stuffed uncomfortably into green mini-dress.

- And Kat, a senior with her dark hair cut into an authoritative bob. It's kind of clear she's the "alpha slut" of the group - which is odd given that her clearly enhanced C-cup tits are the smallest of the group. She's baring her sculpted midriff and long, toned legs in a matching brown halter top and skirt.

You actually behave yourself for a while - only ogling them when they're not looking - and play a few drinking games. You're downright charming for what seems like the first time in your life. You learn some things about the girls - maybe earnestly, maybe to exploit later on.

Reagan - the tall one - is a first-year and seems eager to get into this friend group. She laughs to hard at every quip, celebrates a little too hard for new songs - some very "look at me" energy. She's bragged - loudly - more than once about her social media followers and modeling work. Is it true? Maybe, but her energy is ****, and need. But because she's so stunning it's easy to ignore. You just imagine shutting her up with your sweaty cock and worshiping her long, sexy legs.

Ashley and Cece are second and third years, respectively, but became friends and roommates anyway once they joined the sorority. Part of that had to be how similar they looked - even you can't help but assume their sisters. Both of them with baby-faces, tightly cinched waists paired with wide hips, dark fake tans and, most importantly, matching sets of G-cup tits.

And Kat...well, Kat doesn't say much. And it doesn't seem like she's warm to you. But that's good...you like a challenge. Especially one in such a sexy package. Taking her down would take some work, but God, would it be worth it. You can somehow tell - a fire behind her eyes - that she would be an absolute demon on your cock given the opportunity.

After a half-dozen rounds of shots and a few mixed drinks, everyone's in a party mood. The girls are dancing to the booming music, singing along off-tune and letting loose. There's no holding back on account of your presence. You gleefully watch from the periphery as Ashley and Cece drunkenly crow the lyrics, jumping up and down without realizing at different points that their tits have popped free. You get quite the show and take a few mental pictures before they remember their modesty and shove them back inside.

Reagan is attempting to ingratiate herself now by talking a disinterested Kat's ear off while Melanie watches you intently. When she can take it no longer, she storms over while you're making another drink and immediately begins slurring at you. "You're a fucking asshole, y'know that?"

"Who? Me?" you say with a cherubic grin. "What did I do? Everybody's having a good time!"

"Yeah, whatever," Melanie drawls, leaning clumsily against the wall next to you. "But you're GONNA do something and fuck up this whole night."

"I would never!" you say with mock surprise before taking a long swig of your rum and Coke. "Besides, whatever happens next is on you, anyway."

"What, what are you talking about?" Melanie stands straight up, shocked back into sober coherence. "How would it be my fault?! You basically hijacked my whole night!"

You look down into her eyes with a wry smile. "If you want to go and have your fun, I need someone to take your place," you explain. "And I'm getting pretty horny, so you better choose quick..." Melanie's mouth drops in shock as you both look out of the quartet of options with completely different looks on your face.

"I can't...I can't do that," Melanie whispers while trying to look inconspicuous. "How am I supposed to choose? You're a real sick fuck."

"None of that sounds like my problem," you reply with a shrug. "Tell you what. I'm gonna go wait in that room for five minutes, and if no one comes in, then I'm coming out here for you." You pointedly put a finger in her chest, and smile wide. She scoffs, but you set a timer on your phone and wave it in her face. "Tick, tock, Mel...."

You make your way into an adjacent bedroom as if you have to find somewhere to piss and let the door shut behind you. It's a normal looking college dorm room - if a little larger than normal - connected suite-style to another bedroom by a shared bathroom. You watch the timer run down - four minutes, three, two, then one - and while Melanie is no slouch in the fellatio department, you're a little disappointed that she might sacrifice herself like this. You were looking forward to ruining someone else's night.

But then, the door slowly creaks open....