18-year-old Celeste had to ace tomorrow's exam or kiss that sweetie scholarship bye bye. She was freakin' out, but big-tit, gal-pal Gloria sidled up with a solution. "Walk me to the PZY house," sing-songed from her lips. "Those well-hung boys know how to cram." They were there in minutes and the PZY Posse was getting down to business-cramming cunts, slurping clits and washing it all back with keg cups. Celeste peeled off Gloria's blouse, then planted one square on her lips. "Fuck my scholarship. Something tells me things are going to work out fine!"

"Shit, Mindy, I just loooove college," blonde Billie Jo yelled over the music. Another wild night at the PZY frat house. Girls in various stages of undress, stumbling in stiletto heels, hiking up skirts, mouthing, "Fuck me fuck me fuck me" at anyone who passed. Mindy agreed wordlessly. Her glassy eyes a-flutter. Damn, it's hard to say, "You're right, Billie Jo," with a cock slamming the back of your throat.