Sorority Hazing – Big Tit Girls Get Fucked
Big tits bouncing, moans filling the air, sorority sisters getting their first real taste of college life at the annual hazing initiation. It’s the event every freshman pledges both fear and fantasize about – the hazing party hosted by the raunchy older sisters. A night where inhibitions are shed along with clothing, and sexual awakening takes center stage.
The scene unfolds in a sprawling campus house, adorned with streamers and holiday lights that cast an erotic sheen over the festivities within. Drinks flow freely as music pulses through the room, leaving those transformed by alcohol emboldened and wanton.
Amidst the revelry, the hulking masked figure ofHouse Mom transfers between groups, eyes glazing over nude bodies festooned with jewelry and art as he uses soft tones to tame wild natures with caresses and soft claims of submission. His domain teems with young flesh, eager to surrender control to the rituals he has defined.
Groans of lust and expletives rise above the din as couples and more tangle together, limbs entwined, glistening orifices conjoined in the act of flesh. The mass of writhing bodies expand over the dance floor and pool as the orgy builds toward a feverish peak.
In a side room, House Mom begins his personal initiation with his inaugural pledge. She grovels before him, submitting to his caresses as he demands she strip naked. Her large breasts and shapely ass caked with lotion draw sighs from him. Tipping her chin as she meekly accepts his commands, he prods her in voice commandeering and her hands clash down her body to undo clasps and fall things.
He encourages her exploration of his own sinewy frame, flexing and posing as she is bared and primed for his use. He then moves on to bind her wrists with his silk tie, leaving her vulnerable and squirming beneath his eyes.
He seizes her by her mound, rubbing firm, digging his fingers into her womanhood. His long digits slide between her folds, finding her wet and ready to accept him. Rocking his hips, he pushes into yet another virgin portal, groaning at the tightness that envelopes him. He rides her hard, grunting with each thrust, soaking in her wailing.
Next, he takes her orally. He grabs a fistful of her hair, shoving his throbbing member past her lips and leaving her gasping, choking, gagging, configured to him. He holds her throat, forcing her to swallow, allowing no retreat.
He marks and manhandles her curvy body as if it was merely a plaything to use for his carnal pleasure, pushing her across several positions. Straddling her, pulling on her pigtails, he penetrates her with gusto, eliciting shrieks from her lips. Then he flips her over, gripping her luscious rear tightly and plunging into her from behind.
Leaving her quivering and walks off into the sea of debauchery, leaving the novice lying in a tangle of limbs, cum trickling from common holes. She looks up after him. How can she ever please him? She’ll never be good enough given how insatiable his needs apparently are. She looks out over the depravity hazing has led her freshmen classmates to, imagining how much more in-your-face this experience will become over the next four years. Her last thoughts before succumbing completely to the pleasure are a prayer for fortitude mixed with a hint of excited anticipation for the challenges ahead.
Outside, the moon reflects off the sheen of sweat that cakes hard bodies slamming together in carnal delight between the raging cumana. Slurps of messy sex ring out the languid nights. This is debauchery, pure and simple – beautiful bodies entwined, producing sounds of inhuman ecstasy. Pleasure, it seems, is the fraternity’s staple hazing ritual of choice. And every incoming pledge comes prepared, with desires and devotions suitable for the night’s ceremony behind them.
In the main room, two lines of pledges, with their chosen partners, stand facing each other. The music pulses and glows through their sweat-drenched bodies. At the climax of the song, the partners lash themselves together and frantically finger each other.Within minutes, cries of pleasure fill the room. Muscles clench and limbs flail, while moaning and sighing fan out with the rapid blinking of naked flesh.
Soaked in all the sights, sounds, and sensations of debauchery, the freshmen have been through a baptism by carnal fire. They lie twitching, exhausted, with the others – connected in their revelry, their humanity, and their escape, at least for one night, from all restrictions, traditions, and rules.
House Mom and pledge master saunter through the orgy, inspecting the new crop of girls now covered in cum like the seal of initiation they’ve earned, as they ride the high from their first tastes of the hedonistic excesses in store over the next few years. The chants and laughter from the debauched scene all but block out the dawning realization that every clothing-optional party is the same, that the same songs and partners will полкsymbolize their college days to come.
And as the house grows cold, he walks back to Thanksgiving dinner still shivering, held by what their designs for pain and pleasure in store have become simultaneously more worldly and innocent as they lie shivering in a huge and still spiraling pile of falling flesh. And for a moment, the most poignant, excruciatingly old Very Valgrind house is serene – a tableau of those who have come there before them and those who surely will. Andinity underground Maya the ritual of a young and still lovely death, and in the mounting insanity lie the seeds of all of which has come before.
