My friend Bubba and I were losing it:  worrying about grades and being left out of literally everything, socially.  Ah, the fates of freshmen.  Our grades were actually fine.  This was not a particularly "high end" university.  Grades were easy enough and the campus had some liberal coed policies, maybe geared to retaining paying students.  Some dorms were coed, even, and we heard stories from our first day about what went on in there.  Anyway, miraculously, about 2 months into the term, we finally got invited, over lunch, to a party held at a seniors place, off campus.  He promised plenty of drunk college girls, with "attitude", he laughed.

     As we entered the wide open front door, we heard driving music from the rear.  Our friend, Damon, had a huge room in the back, a converted dining room in this one-time mansion.  Couples were dancing already and their was a huge bar, with two guys handing out drinks.  Bubba and I stood around like assholes, lost in space, til Damon comes up and says: "Hey, get with it, losers.  Look at all that pussy over there!"  He pointed to the other side of the room where, sure enough, unattached girls were standing and talking and laughing with each other.  Almost all were holding drinks. "Plenty of drunk college girls to fuck tonight, dudes!"

     He had shouted and some of the girls had heard.  I reddened at first, blushing at his crassness, but, surprisingly, a few of them were smiling at us, openly.  "OK," I thought to myself, "here goes nothing."  I walked over.

     The first girl I passed grabbed my arm.  Ditto for Bubba.  She was nice looking, a brunette with a substantial chest and a twinkle in her eye.  "I'm Rachel, good lookin'.  What's your name?"

     Oh My, I thought.  "Steve," I smiled.  "Let me get a drink, I'll be right back!"

     "You better!", she says and my Johnson grows like a balloon. She smiles ands watches as I leave, leaning over to talk to Bubba's new interested party. 

     "You believe this shit, Bubba?" I ask him as we get our Bourbon and Cokes. 

     "No," says Bubba, "but I am definitely IN!"  laughing now.

     We return to the girls.  Rachel pulls my arm and we hit the dance floor.  Plenty of drunk college girls are twirling with abandon and mates, most of whom they had just met.  As we dance, Rachel gets closer and closer, finally, by the end of the third tune, we are holding each other, tightly.  I lean in for a kiss and feel her tongue practically shoot down my mouth. 

     "Let's find a room," she pants, out of breath after our long ravenous smooching. She was, I saw clearly now, drunk.  Drunk college girls know how to party!

     She grabs my hand and we walk down a hall.  At he first door, we enter a dark room and hear moaning.  Someone is at it, so we venture on.  In every room, there were sounds of lovemaking.  These drunk college girls know their way around.  Finally, we venture upstairs, and find an empty room with a bed.  We embrace and she tears my shirt off with speed and need.  I do the same.  Both topless we kiss again, rubbing our chests together sensuously, just heavenly.  She pants and breathes hard, wanting something extremely badly.  Her breath is bourbonesque, smelling slightly of coke and booze, just delectable.  She strips, standing.  I do as well and my hand reaches down and feels her moist, shaved  pussy.  She purrs as I handle it there, and I slip my finger inside the folds of her pussy.  "Mmmmmmmmmm", she goes. "Let me suck this nice cock of yours, Baby."  Drunk college girls, I guess!  My God, it was hot.

     Rachel goes to her knees, and surrounds my cock with her lips, sucking me inside.  I nearly cum at her warm and wet touch of lips.  She stays there and would have for longer had I not felt a hurting need to fuck this gorgeous cocksucker.  I pick her up and lead her forcefully to the bed.  I throw her down now, totally possessed of lust and want.  She looks up at me expectantly, her eyes filled with desire and passion.  I spread her legs and my cock plays at her hole.  I tease her for a bit, running it up and down and she then grabs me, lunging up hungrily and impales herself on my surging cock. She bucks at it right away, wanting speed not quality, depth not sexual tension.  This bitch wants to fuck.  As we go at it we hear another couple or group come in as well. As well, there were other drunk college girls wanting and getting. As I fuck my Rachel, I look over briefly and see another girl on her knees for two guys, sucking one, then going to the other.  It put me over the edge, I could not hold back and I spent myself, hugely, inside of Rachel.  She felt it coming and I watched her below me, also watching out girl in the corner sucking the two guys. Rachel's eyes closed tight and she bucked against me hard as she came as well, our juices mixing in blissful orgasm.  We stayed like this, my cock oozing cum inside her, as the minutes ticked by.  A glance over saw our girl getting rewarded with cum all over her face, her mouth full of one while the other spurted madly.  My cock grew in spite of my "finished" state and Rachel noticed.  "Hmmmmmmm, big boy, looks like I found a pleasant partner tonite," as she rubbed and wiggled below me to coax more cock inside.

    This was the first of many similar evenings.  Drunk college girls can make a man crazy and happy.  I know.