Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained cognizance it was on her knee joint in the eye of having her oral fissure plugged airtight by a thick, throbbing cock. She felt like a bystander to her own relentless skullfucking while she came to, with whoever was using her mouth as their own personal masturbatory aid content to continue ramming his coxa into her face, bucking and rutting away. He was fucking Tina's throat raw, and didn't seem to wish whether or not she was conscious or could emit while he did it. He twisted his hand over in her hair's-breadth, redoubling the fistful of curly brunet ignition lock he was using to hold his toy in place. She could feel a few strands of her hair fray and pop while he bared down on her, and that didn't slow him down even a bit. Each sentence his crotch bounced off of her mouth and nose, his tool plunged 8 or 9 inch 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 end up up here. Who wants the side by side routine at this nasty whore ? !"Tina could hear his far-off vocalism booming overtop of her choking haphazardness and the crowd that she, as she was suddenly and unshakably aware, was standing around them. While this anonymous frat boy's hammer pistoned in and out of her well-used throat, fuzzy details became more net. She realized she was still in the frat house that she started the eve off by entering. She realized that her knees were sore as fuck, and sunk into the begrimed carpet of the Lambda Chi Theta house great room. She also realized that the people gathered around her were cheering, shouting, whistling, and otherwise applauding the debaucherous spectacle. She was the center of attention there on the floor, and the defacto frat menage whore, college freshman Tina Shoemaker.

"I'll fill her following ! I've been waiting all nighttime 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 dick after dick for hours."

"I've ‘ got ta cum first, boys ! This slut has been doing a damn fine job polishing my ray, and I've got to give her a little tip for her undischarged service !"

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

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

Without any warning, the rowdy jock making use of her uppermost cock-accommodating opening reached down and wrapped one of his mitt around Tina's throat. He clenched down with his fingers, intent on choking her while he thrust his piping right past her tonsils and let a monumental hurry of mettle flood tide straight down the back of her pharynx. With his hand viced around her neck, Tina didn't have much of a option of whether or not she swallowed his latest bank deposit into her belly. She looked up, through bleary and tear-stricken eyes, at the frat boy whose boldness 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 head rushing backwards and the shaft that was lodged in her pharynx was wrenched out, leaving her suspension for a moment with her mouth agape and splattered with sticky saliva. She could see him snicker while he wiped off his tool on Tina's boldness, smearing a embarrassing house-made blend of saliva and jizz across her buttock like they were his cum shred. Seizing the instant, she took a puff breathing spell and tried to choke down as much air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat pecker in her mouth !"she heard a feminine part cheer from a couple rows back in the crowd. That one got a rise out of the bunch of looker-on, who chimed in with a chorus of laugh. Without another endorse spared for her to pass off, she felt one hired hand release her hair and another one snatch it up. Then, another girthy schlong was stuffed in between her back talk before she could even close her mouth.

It continued like that for several blurry 60 minutes, passing Tina's forefront from one set of helping hand to another like a hand-me-down, pass-around fleshlight that just happened to ask a big gulp of air every now and then between academic term of guzzling down a helping of cum straight from the tap. Tina knocked back each gibe of sticky mucilage, horking them down as quickly as they could feed them to her. It wasn't until the 6th load that she began to think back, wondering how she went from putting on a lose weight, figure-flaunting black attire that showed off her champagne ass in the comfortableness of her own dorm way 60 minutes before - or Clarence Day before, she conceded to herself that she had no rattling way of knowing for certain - to slurping down piping-hot loads of jizz like it was her reason for getting out of bed in the morning.

***

"Tina, what the fuck ? We've ‘ got ta go !"rang a voice from across the former English of the dorm room.

"I'm working on it !"Tina snapshot back to her hall roomy. She was in the center of cramming her jiggling rump down into a dress that was a unharmed size of it too small. The stretched-thin silk clung to her bender like saran wrap and the hem at the bottom rode up so obscenely high that it showed off more than a tip of her ass. Tina figured that this dress, albeit kind of uncalled-for, she admitted, would usher off her flirty side. She admired herself in the mirror for a here and now, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her abstruse brown bob-style haircut and straightened her thick-frame eyeglasses. She pushed up on her perky B-cup breast, making for certain they featured prominently on her dresser and what cleavage she had was on display in the dress neckline that plunged down to just above her midriff. Tonight, she would be that cool girl from the fledgling class that was sexy, witty, and always said the right affair - 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 middle finger in the focussing of the voice.

"Fuck you, Ari."

"tone, girl, if you are tryin'to get fucked tonight, you couldn't have possible picked out a better dress for the occasion. In fact, you probably wouldn't have to do much.."Tina noticed Arielle's representative trail off into nothing, and then felt a pair of paw clamp down onto the paper-thin black stuff and Yankee upwards. Tina's ass all but spilled out of the cloth and bounced animatedly for an unploughed 5 or 6 seconds.

"What the fuck, Ari ? !"Tina protested, smacking at Arielle's hired hand while she fought to squirm the frock back down into place. Defeated, Arielle laughed and turned away, heading for the front door of their shared living space.

"The fact that having your dress pulled up around your waist didn't designate me all that much more than what I could see with it down should really tell you something about the message you're sending, honey."

Tina looked back at her flatly and seemed to consider her roommate's words for all of a instant. After a beatnik, she crossed her arms with a miff and rolled her eyes.

"feel, I'm just trying to let a good time. If I find soul to screw, so be it. I'm not exactly going out looking for that to materialise, either."

"Whatever you say !"Ari returned, already virtually of the way through the threshold by the metre Tina finished defending her wardrobe selection for the eve. Tina started after her, snatching up her sound on the way out the door as the pair of them strode out into the hallway of the placid dorm hallway. She didn't realize until she was sliding into the backseat of their company chariot that she had forgot to put any scanty on, and by then she couldn't be bothered to go back.

***

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

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

"Suck his fucking gumshoe, too, while you're over there ! seminal fluid on, let's fucking go !"Arielle called out from behind her, already halfway up the campaign in front of the the colonial-style flannel house emblazoned with the Greek lettering spelling out"Lambda Chi Theta"across the top beam supported by a row of Doric pillar. For those not in a fraternity, the English spelling of"Lambda Chi Theta"was also written out next to their Greek opposite number, which Tina thought was rather considerate. She scowled at her roommate and offered her another once-over of her tallest fingerbreadth before glancing back at the Uber driver and mouthing a tacit"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the drive behind her ally, she found herself ineffective to take the air quickly in her cling-wrap dress and 3-inch"fuck me"( or, what she considered to be"notice me") dog. She skipped past a couple people already laying out in the grass in front of the G old family who were appearing to take the antique and time-honoured fraternity tradition of getting shitfaced drunk and passing out with a cup of beer still in helping hand. The finisher she got to the front of the building, the more she could feel the bass threaded through the dance euphony emanating from the political party thumping her in the dresser with every throb. She arrived on the straw man steps just as Arielle was knocking on the enormous slab of oak that was the front door.

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

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

"After you."

Arielle pushed on the room access and, with no humble amount of money of attempt involved, heaved it opened. The soundtrack to the house party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the general katzenjammer of dozens of conversations occurring throughout the party at the like time. mass were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting chit-chat at a decibel level apropos that of cheering at a sporting event. Arielle glanced back with a bemused flavour on her facial expression and locked her fingers around Tina's wrist just before darting into the melee. Tina jostled passed multitude while struggling to retain 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 enigma alcohol along the way through the sardine can of man beings, as was the nature of frat parties.

"Ari, slow down down !"Tina protested, pulling her arm back as they crossed through a hall lined with mounted animal nous and ‘ Class of 1997'sodality radical photograph in opulent, gold-leafed frames."Where are you even going ?"

"Going to get laid, dazed !"

"What the screwing ? Why do I have to come ?"Tina stammered, suddenly abrim with enquiry about her beginning and only college friend.

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

"You're a literal squawk, you know that ? And who's the whore, again ?"

Arielle responded through a shrug, then whirl on a heel and continued down the hall towards one of the many bedrooms with closed doors, no doubt occupied by similar effortless hookups.

"Don't get into too much trouble, roommate !"

Tina pursed her rim and sighed. She was totally alone now, but at least she had her beer. She peered down into it for a second, noticed it's slightly unknown color, but elected to belt down it anyway. She polished off the drink and let the cup capitulation from her paw to the flooring to link up the early smattering of trample empties, and then she headed in the inverse direction of Arielle.

***

After a solid half-hour of milling about the castle-esque frat household, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her attire to keep it from riding up too high gear and exposing her block panties, she found herself as an onlooker of a pair of fraternity son playing beer pong on either sides of a rickety notice table. By this fourth dimension, she had accepted too many deglutition that seemed much inviolable than your average fresh-from-the-keg brewage, but they tasted sweet and they went down like water supply, 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 procedure of her own intoxicated yoke of loose lips.

"Whoever wins this next round gets my sound bit !"Meanwhile, the sober Tina, planted in the rear seat, internally nodded her approval at wino Tina's bravery.

The one with the table tennis ball in his handwriting halted mid-throw and smirked, glancing over at the girl who had just put herself up as a trophy for their casual secret plan.

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

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

"Tina. Cute. Okay, Tina,"the backwards-hat wearing athletic supporter repeated as he flashed a feeling over to his opponent.

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

"Yeah, I'm effective with that. I just hope we get to prove the wager. A phone numeral doesn't necessarily hateful anything, does it ?"Tim replied in turn."I don't know, Pat, we might take in to let her up the ante on rhythm two to something I couldn't discovery on her Facebook profile."Tim glanced over at Tina, arching his brow as if to cue a response.

"We'll see, boys !"Tina responds, with drab Tina still incredulously watching on from the back seat as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to prick drunk Tina further and further down whatever cony hole she has embedded herself in. At the beer niff table, her news of encouragement spurned an energetic game of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. Moments later, Tina was scrawling her phone number into the outstretched palm 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 ego watched nervously while he slid his hired man around her waistline and smacked right down onto her jiggling posterior. With his free hand, he plucked the cup of mystery hooch out of her occupied hand and set it down on the floor beside the makeshift beer pong mesa.

"Get under the tabular array, 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 next daily round of the game. The Nox was going well. She gave out her number, she's been flirting with a couple of hot fraternity boys, and she has had a lot of spirits. As she pulled away from St. Patrick's let loose appreciation, she felt him swat her ass and spurn her forward. She shrieked playfully, tip-toeing toward the visiting card board. When she dropped to her stifle on the hardwood floor, a dozen partygoers got an all-access go to the viewing party of Tina's tight, pink snatch and cockle son of a bitch. Tina settled in the shopping mall, halfway between either end of the poor table.

"Alright, drop ‘ em !"

Each pair of legs on either side of the table wriggled slightly, and then both frat boys dropped their pants down to the ankles and exposed their pounding, veiny cocks that dangled down in between their legs. Tina's eye went wide, and she quickly snatched up the red plastic cup of alcoholic beverage from the floor beside her for a strong 5 moment of chugging.

"Tina !"she could hear Patrick call from up on the topside of the table."When you hear person score on one end of the the table, you go to the face-to-face side and get to work. You got that ?"Tina, still stunned that she has found herself under the table between a duad of frat boy cocks.

"Y-yeah.. ! I can do that !"she squeaked out from the business position of the table. Tina, at this point, was committed. She set out tonight to have fun, and to attain her institution to college life story. The line between drunk Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all night, and salute Tina was the one coming out on top. rummy Tina wanted to sop up some putz. Seconds later, she had one an inch away from her face.

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the stream points leader, Tim. She decided to try and her trump to do as she was told. She had only sucked one cock before, and that was her high school young man. It didn't go well. Determined to do better this meter, she decided to try and take a Page out of pornography picture she had seen and hocked a load of spit right onto the mind of the fuckstick bounce in front of her face. She could get a line a catcalling whistle ring out from the topside of the board, which only encouraged her. Tina gingerly leant in and popped her toothsome fuckpillow backtalk around the head of the cock she was obligated to sop up, and that's when she heard the Ball bouncing across the table again. Faint, slipperiness, slurping noises started to regularly intermingle with the former phone of the party while Tina eagerly sucked down inch after inch of the Patrick's bitchbreaker. Her mouth rode down his shaft as far as she could cram into her oral fissure, then back up the way she came. She could sense his girthy pole resting on her tongue while she toiled away.

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

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

A mute, plastic-on-plastic crevice marked Tim nailing a guessing into the cupful on the other side of the table, and Tina immediately pulled her sass off from Patrick's slobber-coated throat clogger with a"pop !"before turning about and crawling on her script and knees over to the early incline of the table. She was greeted by another hard frat boy cock, except this clock time there was a slim down T. H. White parentage of powder running down from the al-Qa'ida to the school principal. She hesitated.

"cum on, Tina, it's just a footling something for all your concentrated work. It 's just something to do you feel good. Just make surely you get me all the way down to the Base like a good girl."

She continued to sit and weigh this. She was drunk, which opened her up to the idea of sucking some random fraternity rooster, but the confrontation of being face-to-face with the alternative of stretching her sass around another slab of pith and a side order of tough drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making physical process. But Tina had seen people railing lines of coke off of burnt umber tables, countertops, and bare asscheeks all throughout the 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 cause that on her college report before she so much as finished her for the first time year. Tina opened her mouth, and lurched forward.

Within a blinking, and accompanied by a healthy, throat gurgle, Tina was making out with the home of Tim's rooster. She spluttered hard on his shaft, blowing house of cards of spit that turned into dripping trail of goo that dribbled down her chin and onto his balls. Tina wasn't so concerned with what was coming out of her sassing compared to what had just went into it. The euphoric spate of the high sent her into the stratosphere. Everything else melted away ; the crowd was gone, the board was gone, and the music quieted down to a whisper. The only thing left in her mind was her, and the habit-forming shaft she was charged with deep throating.

***

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

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

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

Saint Patrick deftly overturned the table onto its side which sent the cups and Ping-Pong testis clattering down to the flooring. What was left in its seat, situated between the couple of them and on full presentation for anybody interested in seeing some freshman company slut go to townsfolk on a dick, was Tina Shoemaker, who was high-pitched out of her mind and eagerly bobbing her head back and Forth River on Tim's 8-inch beam. Saint 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 hammer with her puss and rubbed his bellend back and forth in her warm entrance.

"This muddied beef is wet !"Patrick laughed right before he dropped his hips and impaled 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 Saint Patrick announced".. frat house cumdump,"sound cameras trained on the depraved show of which the cock-crazed Tina was the wizard. As people drank, filmed, and enjoyed their amusement for the evening, they muttered to themselves.

"What a whore."

"She went out without any nooky scanty. She had to let wanted this from the start."

"Did you see her dress ?"

Tina was flying too high to have any shame for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this mouth-watering cock that was being poking into her mouth, and the take moment when some other massive rod slid mysterious into her desperate, aching kitty-cat. She could experience him, through the fog of her senses, driving in and out of her dripping wet hole like he owned it. Frankly, he might as well have. Every so often, Patrick would deliver an open-handed palm nip to her bouncing derriere which would make her tense up and twitch as the spank sent an electric shock across her peel and right wing up her spine. Her ass felt like it was on fervor after about a dozen spanks, and that was when Patrick plunged a wetted thumb into her SOB. Her heart rolled back behind her fluttering lid while she continued to smoke Tim's terminal with the mussy approaching that only a wino, senior high school frat slut could.

In her sex, drugs, and pecker induced stupor, she was intent on making a figure for herself. While Patrick's nutsack slapping pendulously into her belly, Tina set to work on Tim. She slithered her tongue back and forth, massaging the underside of his calamus while he bucked his pelvis forward into her fuckhole. She clamped her lips down, sucking mightily until her pufferfish lips formed a vacuum seal around the man-meat in her well-lubricated throat. She flicked her eye up, tilted her chin back, and batted her foresighted, forge lashes up at Tim to cheer 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 tons of mi away from her. The neck of a small subway system 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 blow and conked out with her throat still stuffed full phase of the moon of frat dick ; Tim's cock, as she recalled, who almost certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the here and now. This time, the one piece of ass her face was from her 3:00PM Biology class. She had given Tim the doe-eyed"please fuck me harder"look, and all this college party boy seemed to be concerned with as far as her face is concerned is how to apply another physical composition application of his nutbutter. On queue, she felt the comrade hotshot of having her whisker yanked back and her pharynx becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of duty. She watched, enraptured, as her nameless better half stroked his pulsing member right in front of her look. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue fall out of the front of her boldness and openly drool down a streak of throatlube down onto the rug beneath her.

"Ready for another glazing, hoe ? !"the over-eager boy from class mocked. All Tina could come up was a nod. She was ready. She wanted it.

She closed her centre as she felt the number 1 strand of pick splatter onto her features and start out plastering on her skin. As she breathed a soft moan, another rope strung between the tip of her nose and the apartment of her well-traveled cockcleaner tongue. A couple of heart shaft landed on her forehead and in her hair, and she took it all just as she had taken every other incumbrance that night - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may sustain just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roommate's interpreter. The timbre of her booster's vocalization was a salmagundi of concern and confusion, but the following affair she knew she was being helped up onto her feet in the middle of the crowd. Arielle had pushed through the crowd and was holding Tina by the shoulder joint with either of her outstretched implements of war. Tina was wobbly on her two metrical foot because she hadn't been on them in several minute, so she essentially leaned into the support joists her roommate was offering while she looked dazedly onto her face.

"Tina, what the piece of tail ? I told you not to get in difficulty. Your ass is all over chirrup. There are pictures of you everywhere. Are you covered in cum ?"

Tina felt a smiling contour on the street corner of her cum-stained lips.

"aspect, I've got to get you house. 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 find her shy, socially-inept roommate the heart of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the political party with a pulse and a hard cock given a one-way ticket to blowing a onus into one of her 3 holes. However, Tina didn't wish to go home base. Earlier in the evening, she had put on the skankiest black dress she could find, drank herself stupid, and then willingly blew two fraternity male child over a game of beer pong. She knew what she wanted to do - and that was to keep partying.

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

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

"Who wants me next ? ”