Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained awareness it was on her knees in the middle of having her rima oris plugged airtight by a thick, throbbing stopcock. She felt like a bystander to her own relentless skullfucking while she came to, with whoever was using her sassing as their own personal masturbatory aid cognitive content to stay on ramming his hips into her nerve, bucking and rutting away. He was fucking Tina's throat raw, and didn't seem to give care whether or not she was witting or could breathe while he did it. He twisted his hand over in her hair, redoubling the fistful of curly brunette curl he was using to keep back his toy in place. She could finger a few strand of her hairsbreadth fray and pop while he bared down on her, and that didn't slow him down even a bit. Each time his genitalia bounced off of her mouth and nose, his dick plunged 8 or 9 inches down into her gullet, and she let go of a gurgling"g-lurgh"that came rolling up out of her throat.

"I'm about to stop up here. Who wants the next turn at this nasty prostitute ? !"Tina could get word his far-off representative booming overtop of her choking interference and the crowd that she, as she was suddenly and unshakably aware, was standing around them. While this anon. frat boy's rooster pistoned in and out of her well-used throat, fuzzy item became more clear. She realized she was still in the frat business firm that she started the evening off by entering. She realized that her knees were sore as fuck, and sunk into the dingy carpet of the Lambda Chi Theta house large room. She also realized that the the great unwashed gathered around her were cheering, shouting, whistling, and otherwise applauding the debaucherous spectacle. She was the center of attending there on the storey, and the defacto frat house whore, college freshman Tina Shoemaker.

"I'll take her future ! I've been waiting all night for my chance with at least one of her fuckholes !"

"C'mon, what the fuck, man ? I said I had her next !"

"Yeah, and you can have her after me ! It's not like she's going anywhere. She's been taking putz after putz for hours."

"I've ‘ got ta cum first, boys ! This slovenly woman has been doing a damn OK job polishing my spear, and I've got to give her a little tip for her striking service !"

"What, another one ? You've been hogging her the most."

"Shut the fucking up. I want to get a line her deepthroating, not your bitching."

Without any warning, the rowdy jockstrap making use of her upmost cock-accommodating opening reached down and wrapped one of his glove around Tina's throat. He clenched down with his fingers, intent on choking her while he thrust his pipe right past her tonsils and let a massive charge of spunk flood straight down the spine of her throat. With his script viced around her neck, Tina didn't have much of a choice of whether or not she swallowed his modish depository into her belly. She looked up, through blurry and tear-stricken eyes, at the frat boy whose fount she didn't recognize and chugged down his cum. It took several glugs, but she managed to keep chugging until he had drained his balls into her stomach.

All of the sudden, Tina felt her headland rushing backwards and the turncock that was lodged in her throat was wrenched out, leaving her hanging for a bit with her mouth agape and splattered with mucilaginous spittle. She could listen him snicker while he wiped off his cock on Tina's face, smearing a sticky house-made blend of spit and jizz across her cheeks like they were his cum rags. Seizing the mo, she took a heave breath and tried to choke down as much air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat turncock in her mouth !"she heard a womanly voice cheerfulness from a mates rows back in the bunch. That one got a rising out of the crowd of looker-on, who chimed in with a chorus of laughter. Without another second spared for her to suspire, she felt one hand release her hair and another one puss it up. Then, another girthy schlong was stuffed in between her backtalk before she could even close her mouth.

It continued like that for various blurry time of day, passing Tina's head from one set of hands to another like a hand-down, pass-around fleshlight that just happened to adopt a big gulp of air every now and then between sessions of guzzling down a helping of cum straight from the tap. Tina knocked back each shot of muggy mucilage, horking them down as quickly as they could fee them to her. It wasn't until the 6th load that she began to opine back, wondering how she went from putting on a slim, figure-flaunting smutty apparel that showed off her bubbly ass in the comfort of her own dorm way hr before - or days before, she conceded to herself that she had no existent way of knowing for sure - to slurping down piping-hot onus of jizz like it was her reason for getting out of bed in the morning.

***

"Tina, what the nookie ? We've ‘ got ta go !"rang a part from across the former side of the dorm room.

"I'm working on it !"Tina crack back to her student residence roommate. She was in the midsection of cramming her jiggling rump down into a dress that was a whole sizing too small. The stretched-thin silk clung to her curves like saran wrapper and the hem at the bottom rode up so obscenely high that it showed off more than a hint of her ass. Tina figured that this dress, albeit form of complimentary, she admitted, would show off her flirty position. She admired herself in the mirror for a moment, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her inscrutable brownness bob-style haircut and straightened her thick-frame eyeglasses. She pushed up on her perky B-cup tits, making sure they featured prominently on her chest and what segmentation she had was on display in the dress neckline that plunged down to just above her midriff. Tonight, she would be that cool off girl from the neophyte class that was sexy, witty, and always said the right thing - and everyone would want to get her number.

"You look like a fucking slut,"her roommate snorted from somewhere behind her. Tina whirled around on her heel and stuck up her halfway finger's breadth in the steering of the voice.

"nooky you, Ari."

"Look, missy, if you are tryin'to get fucked tonight, you couldn't have potential picked out a better dress for the juncture. In fact, you probably wouldn't have to do much.."Tina noticed Arielle's voice trail off into nothing, and then felt a span of hands clamp down onto the paper-thin black material and Yank upwards. Tina's ass all but spilled out of the fabric and bounced animatedly for an kept 5 or 6 seconds.

"What the roll in the hay, Ari ? !"Tina protested, smacking at Arielle's hands while she fought to wrestle the dress back down into place. Defeated, Arielle laughed and turned away, heading for the front room access of their shared living space.

"The fact that having your wearing apparel pulled up around your waist didn't show me all that much More than what I could see with it down should really distinguish you something about the subject matter you're sending, honey."

Tina looked back at her flatly and seemed to regard her roomy's words for all of a moment. After a round, she crossed her branch with a huff and rolled her eyes.

"Look, I'm just trying to suffer a effective time. If I find someone to fuck, so be it. I'm not exactly going out looking for that to happen, either."

"Whatever you say !"Ari returned, already to the highest degree of the way through the limen by the sentence Tina finished defending her closet option for the even. Tina started after her, snatching up her phone on the way out the threshold as the yoke of them strode out into the hall of the tranquillize dorm hallway. She didn't realize until she was sliding into the backseat of their party chariot that she had forgot to put any panties on, and by then she couldn't be bothered to go back.

***

Tina swung the car threshold shut with a loudly"whump"and leaned over the door in the open passenger window.

"Thanks for the ride ! I left a tip on the app."

"suck his fucking putz, too, while you're over there ! Come on, let's fucking go !"Arielle called out from behind her, already halfway up the campaign in front of the the colonial-style white house emblazoned with the Greek lettering spelling out"Lambda Chi Theta"across the top beam supported by a row of Doric column. For those not in a fraternity, the side spelling of"Lambda Chi Theta"was also written out following to their Greek counterparts, which Tina thought was rather considerate. She scowled at her roommate and offered her another once-over of her tallest finger before glancing back at the Uber device driver and mouthing a still"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the driveway behind her friend, she found herself unable to take the air quickly in her cling-wrap dress and 3-inch"fuck me"( or, what she considered to be"notice me") heels. She skipped past a copulate the great unwashed already laying out in the grass in front of the grand old theatre who were appearing to conduct the age-old and time-honoured fraternity custom of getting shitfaced drunk and passing out with a cup of beer still in hand. The closer she got to the front of the building, the more she could feel the bass voice threaded through the dance music emanating from the party thumping her in the thorax with every throbbing. She arrived on the front steps just as Arielle was knocking on the enormous slab of oak that was the movement door.

"They're not going to get word you knocking. Can you even hear me speaking to you right now ? I can't."

"Yes, I can fucking hear you. I guess we should just go in, then ?"

"After you."

Arielle pushed on the door and, with no small amount of exploit involved, heaved it surface. The soundtrack to the house party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the oecumenical uproar of slews of conversations occurring throughout the company at the Sami fourth dimension. People were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting chit-chat at a decibel storey apropos that of cheering at a lark event. Arielle glanced back with a bemused feel on her brass and locked her fingers around Tina's wrist just before darting into the melee. Tina jostled passed hoi polloi while struggling to keep pace with the lope that Arielle shot off into, dispensing"I'm sorry"and"excuse me"as needed. Somehow, she ended up with a red cup of closed book intoxicant along the way through the Sardina pilchardus can of man being, as was the nature of frat parties.

"Ari, slow down !"Tina protested, pulling her arm back as they crossed through a hallway lined with mounted animal heads and ‘ class of 1997'fraternity group picture in opulent, gold-leafed frames."Where are you even going ?"

"leaving to get laid, stupid !"

"What the screwing ? Why do I have to descend ?"Tina stammered, suddenly abrim with dubiousness about her showtime and only college friend.

"Yeah, I'm going to go hook up with this guy I met in social class. He told me to match him in one of these punt bedrooms."Arielle giggled.".. and I knew I needed to get you buried in this party before I snuck off. Go have some fun !"

"You're a real bitch, you know that ? And who's the working girl, again ?"

Arielle responded through a shrug, then spun on a heel and continued down the hallway towards one of the many sleeping accommodation with closed doors, no doubt occupied by standardised casual hookups.

"Don't get into too lots trouble, roomie !"

Tina pursed her lips and sighed. She was totally alone now, but at least she had her beer. She peered down into it for a moment, noticed it's slightly strange color, but elected to drink down it anyway. She polished off the drink and let the cup fall from her handwriting to the story to connect the other handful of trampled empties, and then she headed in the opposite word focal point of Arielle.

***

After a satisfying 30 minutes of milling about the castle-esque frat planetary house, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her dress to keep it from riding up too highschool and exposing her disregarded panties, she found herself as an onlooker of a duet of fraternity boy playing beer niff on either sides of a rickety card table. By this fourth dimension, she had accepted too many drinks that seemed much inviolable than your average fresh-from-the-keg brewage, but they tasted sweet and they went down like H2O, so she kept on drinking them as fast as they were handed to her. When she felt words tumbling out of her mouth while she stood beside the ongoing game, she was a passenger in the surgical operation of her own inebriated pair of liberate lips.

"Whoever wins this next round gets my telephone set number !"Meanwhile, the sober Tina, planted in the back posterior, internally nodded her approval at drunk Tina's bravery.

The one with the ping-pong ball in his script halted mid-throw and smirked, glancing over at the girl who had just put herself up as a prize for their casual game.

"That so, huh ? What's your name, cutie ?"

"It's.."Tina paused, placed a hired man over her mouth and hiccuped loudly before tumbling ass-over-end into a fit of giggling at her own intoxication.".. Tina, duh,"she finished.

"Tina. Cute. OK, Tina,"the backwards-hat erosion jockstrap repeated as he flashed a smell over to his opponent.

"You good with this, Tim ?"he asked.

"Yeah, I'm adept with that. I just hope we get to set up the stakes. A phone routine doesn't necessarily think anything, does it ?"Tim replied in turn."I don't know, Pat, we might deliver to sustain her up the ante on circle two to something I couldn't find on her Facebook profile."Tim glanced over at Tina, arching his brow as if to prompt a response.

"We'll see, boys !"Tina responds, with sedate Tina still incredulously watching on from the back hindquarters as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to goad drunkard Tina further and further down whatever coney hole she has embedded herself in. At the beer pong table, her words of encouragement spurned an energetic biz of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. Moments later, Tina was scrawling her phone number into the outstretched medallion of the superior of the match.

"Alright, Tina. How about something new ?"Pat asked, striding over towards the even-more-drunk-than-before Tina. Her sober self watched nervously while he slid his hand around her waist and smacked right down onto her jiggling posterior. With his free hand, he plucked the cup of mystery hooch out of her lodge in deal and set it down on the floor beside the makeshift beer pong table.

"Get under the table, Tina."

"Uh, what does this have to do with the game ?"

"Just do it, sexy. You said we could up the ante, didn't you ?"

Tina shrugged and decided to go along with this following round of the biz. The nighttime was going well. She gave out her figure, she's been flirting with a couple of hot frat son, and she has had a lot of booze. As she pulled away from Patrick's loosen compass, she felt him swat her ass and spurn her forward. She shrieked playfully, tip-toeing toward the add-in table. When she dropped to her knee on the hardwood floor, a dozen partygoers got an all-access whirl to the viewing party of Tina's tight, pink snatch and tuck bastard. Tina settled in the shopping center, halfway between either end of the brusque table.

"Alright, drop ‘ em !"

Each pair of pegleg on either side of the table wriggled slightly, and then both fraternity boys dropped their bloomers down to the ankles and exposed their throbbing, veiny cocks that dangled down in between their pegleg. Tina's eyes went wide, and she quickly snatched up the red plastic cup of intoxicant from the floor beside her for a solid 5 bit of chugging.

"Tina !"she could hear Patrick call from up on the topside of the board."When you hear soul mark on one end of the the table, you go to the inverse slope and get to forge. You got that ?"Tina, still stunned that she has found herself under the table between a pair of frat boy cocks.

"Y-yeah.. ! I can do that !"she squeaked out from the business side of the table. Tina, at this point, was committed. She set out tonight to ingest fun, and to make her origination to college life sentence. The line between drunk Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all night, and drunk Tina was the one coming out on top. rummy Tina wanted to fellate some dick. Seconds later, she had one an inch away from her boldness.

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the flow points loss leader, Tim. She decided to try and her comfortably to do as she was told. She had only sucked one cock before, and that was her richly school fellow. It didn't go well. Determined to do better this time, she decided to try and shoot a Thomas Nelson Page out of smut video she had seen and hocked a encumbrance of saliva right onto the head of the fuckstick bouncing in front of her nerve. She could learn a catcalling whistle ring out from the topside of the mesa, which only encouraged her. Tina gingerly leant in and popped her juicy fuckpillow lips around the head of the cock she was obligated to suck, and that's when she heard the orchis bounce across the table again. Faint, slick magazine, slurping noise started to regularly intermingle with the early sound of the party while Tina eagerly sucked down inch after in of the Patrick's bitchbreaker. Her sassing rode down his shaft as far as she could swot up into her mouth, then back up the way she came. She could sense his girthy celestial pole resting on her tongue while she toiled away.

"This girl is a fuckin'pro, Tim !"she could hear from up above her."brand one, or I'm going to celebrate her for myself !"

"Yeah, that worked so well with the last one, didn't it ?"

A muffled, plastic-on-plastic crack marked Tim nailing a shot into the cupful on the other side of the mesa, and Tina immediately pulled her oral cavity off from Patrick's slobber-coated pharynx clogger with a"pop !"before turning about and crawling on her hands and knees over to the early position of the table. She was greeted by another voiceless fraternity boy hammer, except this clock time there was a thin out E. B. White line of powder running down from the base to the head. She hesitated.

"seed on, Tina, it's just a small something for all your voiceless employment. It 's just something to make you sense upright. Just get sure you get me all the way down to the Qaeda like a skilful girl."

She continued to sit and consider this. She was drunkard, which opened her up to the idea of sucking some random fraternity rooster, but the confrontation of being opposite with the option of stretching her lips around another slab of meat and a incline order of hard drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making process. But Tina had seen the great unwashed railing lineage of snow off of coffee board, countertops, and bare asscheeks all throughout the political party, so she figured that if she didn't do this, her night of fun was probably going to end. It would be a party foul, and she wasn't about to give that on her college reputation before she so much as finished her first year. Tina opened her mouth, and lurched forward.

Within a blink, and accompanied by a sizeable, throat gurgle, Tina was making out with the base of Tim's cock. She spluttered hard on his cock, blowing bubbles of spit that turned into dripping trails of goo that dribbled down her chin and onto his balls. Tina wasn't so occupy with what was coming out of her sassing compared to what had just went into it. The euphoric hurry of the high sent her into the stratosphere. Everything else melted away ; the gang was gone, the table was gone, and the music quieted down to a whisper. The only matter left in her mind was her, and the habit-forming cock she was charged with rich throating.

***

"Did she do it ?"Patrick asked, having stopped trying to grade at beer pong a few bit ago.

"Yeah, she did it, and she's going fuckin'nutcase on my pecker down here."

"Looks like we've got us a new frat house cumdump !"

Patrick deftly overturned the table onto its slope which sent the cups and ping-pong balls clattering down to the floor. What was left in its place, situated between the pair of them and on full exhibit for anybody interested in seeing some freshman company slut go to town on a dick, was Tina shoemaker, who was highschool out of her thinker and eagerly bobbing her head back and forth on Tim's 8-inch peter. Patrick knelt down and met no resistance whatsoever from their cock-addicted dicksucker when he pushed up her dress up over her ass and to her shank. He crouched over Tina's pasty, pale-white fat ass, lined up his dick with her slit and rubbed his bellend back and forth in her warm entrance.

"This dirty bitch is wet !"Patrick laughed right before he dropped his hips and impale Tina on his cock. He started hammering away at her cunt, and clapped one of his hands down firmly onto her rhythmically jiggling ass cheek while he mounted her. Onlookers had started crowding around as soon as St. Patrick announced".. fraternity house cumdump,"earpiece cameras trained on the demoralize show of which the cock-crazed Tina was the star. As multitude drank, filmed, and enjoyed their amusement for the evening, they muttered to themselves.

"What a whore."

"She went out without any nookie panty. She had to have wanted this from the start."

"Did you see her clothes ?"

Tina was flying too high to birth any shame for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this mouth-watering cock that was being thrust into her rima oris, and the exact second when some former massive rod slid late into her desperate, aching pussy. She could feel him, through the fog of her sens, driving in and out of her dripping wet hole like he owned it. Frankly, he might as well have. Every so often, St. Patrick would redeem an open-handed palm tree smack to her bouncing derriere which would make her tense up and twitch as the spank sent an electric automobile electrical shock across her cutis and right hand up her spine. Her ass felt like it was on fire after about a dozen spanks, and that was when St. Patrick plunged a wetted thumb into her dickhead. Her eyes rolled back behind her fluttering eyelid while she continued to smoke Tim's pole with the messy approach that only a drunk, high fraternity slut could.

In her sex, drugs, and shaft induced grogginess, she was intent on making a name for herself. While Saint Patrick's nutsack slapping pendulously into her belly, Tina set to work on Tim. She slithered her knife back and forth, massaging the underside of his shaft while he bucked his hips forward into her fuckhole. She clamped her lips down, sucking mightily until her pufferfish sassing formed a emptiness seal of approval around the man-meat in her well-lubricated pharynx. She flicked her eye up, tilted her chin back, and batted her long, fake lashes up at Tim to exhort him on to treat her like the partyslut that she has embraced being.

"Here, Tina, have another."She could see Tim's lips moving, but what she heard felt like it was coming from scores of miles away from her. The neck of a pocket-sized tube was slipped up into her nose and she obediently breathed deeply through her olfactory organ. Then, she blacked out completely.

***

"That's right,"Tina thought as she remembered what happened - she had taken that last hit of coke and conked out with her throat still stuffed fully of frat hawkshaw ; Tim's hammer, as she recalled, who near certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the consequence. This time, the one fucking her face was from her 3:00PM Biology socio-economic class. She had given Tim the doe-eyed"please fuck me severe"look, and all this college party boy seemed to be concerned with as far as her expression is concerned is how to apply another makeup coating of his nutbutter. On queue, she felt the familiar sensation of having her hair yanked back and her throat becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of tariff. She watched, enraptured, as her unidentified pardner stroked his pulsing phallus right in battlefront of her face. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue declension out of the movement of her face and openly drool down a streak of throatlube down onto the carpeting beneath her.

"Ready for another glazing, hoe ? !"the over-eager boy from course of study mocked. All Tina could muster was a nod. She was ready. She wanted it.

She closed her oculus as she felt the for the first time strand of ointment spatter onto her features and begin plastering on her skin. As she breathed a cushy groan, another roofy strung between the tip of her olfactory organ and the flat of her well-traveled cockcleaner tongue. A duet of spunk guesswork landed on her forehead and in her fuzz, and she took it all just as she had taken every other payload that dark - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may have just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roommate's part. The flavor of her Quaker's voice was a mixture of concern and mental confusion, but the adjacent thing she knew she was being helped up onto her pes in the middle of the bunch. Arielle had pushed through the crowd and was holding Tina by the shoulders with either of her outstretched arms. Tina was wobbly on her two substructure because she hadn't been on them in several hours, so she essentially leaned into the bread and butter joists her roommate was offering while she looked dazedly onto her face.

"Tina, what the fuck ? I told you not to get in problem. Your ass is all over twitter. There are pictures of you everywhere. Are you covered in cum ?"

Tina felt a smile form on the corners of her cum-stained lips.

"feel, I've got to get you place. You're completely wasted, and you clearly need to get out of here."

Arielle was just trying to help, Tina figured. She had come back from her own random hookup to incur her shy, socially-inept roommate the center of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the party with a pulse and a hard stopcock given a one-way ticket to blowing a load into one of her 3 holes. However, Tina didn't lack to go home. Earlier in the evening, she had put on the skankiest black dress she could find, drank herself stupid person, and then willingly screw up two frat boy over a game of beer pong. She knew what she wanted to do - and that was to proceed partying.

"Hey, Ari ?"Tina said softly, leaning into her roomie's ear."Go home."

Leaving a stunned, slack-jaw roomy at her back, Tina turned away and looked back at her crowd of new housemates and licked her lips.

"Who wants me next ? ”