Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained cognizance it was on her knee in the middle of having her sass plugged airtight by a midst, 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 hips into her face, bucking and rutting away. He was fucking Tina's pharynx raw, and didn't seem to worry whether or not she was witting or could rest while he did it. He twisted his script over in her hair, redoubling the fistful of curly brunet locks he was using to preserve his toy in billet. She could palpate a few strand of her hair disturbance 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 backtalk and nozzle, his putz plunged 8 or 9 inches down into her esophagus, and she let go of a gurgling"g-lurgh"that came rolling up out of her throat.

"I'm about to finish up here. Who wants the next twist at this foul whore ? !"Tina could discover his far-off spokesperson booming overtop of her strangulation disturbance and the crowd that she, as she was suddenly and unshakably aware, was standing around them. While this anonymous frat boy's cock pistoned in and out of her well-used pharynx, fuzzed details became more solve. She realized she was still in the fraternity home that she started the evening off by entering. She realized that her human knee were sore as fuck, and sunk into the grimy rug of the Lambda Chi Theta menage great 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 substance of tending there on the floor, and the defacto frat business firm whore, college starter Tina Shoemaker.

"I'll take her next ! I've been waiting all night for my probability 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 prick for hours."

"I've ‘ got ta cum first, boys ! This trollop has been doing a damn o.k. job polishing my prick, and I've got to dedicate her a little tip for her owing service !"

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

"Shut the screw up. I want to see her deepthroating, not your bitching."

Without any monition, the rowdy jock making use of her uppermost cock-accommodating porta reached down and wrapped one of his paw around Tina's throat. He clenched down with his fingers, intent on choking her while he thrust his pipe right past her tonsil and let a monumental rush of heart flood straight down the back of her throat. With his hand viced around her neck, Tina didn't have much of a option of whether or not she swallowed his latest repository into her belly. She looked up, through bleary and tear-stricken middle, at the frat boy whose face she didn't recognize and chugged down his cum. It took several glugs, but she managed to hold on chugging until he had drained his balls into her stomach.

All of the sudden, Tina felt her head rushing backwards and the cock that was lodged in her throat was wrenched out, leaving her dangling for a moment with her backtalk agape and splattered with steamy spittle. She could hear him snicker while he wiped off his cock on Tina's nerve, smearing a glutinous house-made portmanteau word of tongue and jizz across her cheeks like they were his cum rags. Seizing the mo, she took a gasping breath and tried to pass down as lots air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat tool in her mouth !"she heard a feminine part sunniness from a pair rows back in the crew. That one got a lift out of the crowd of onlooker, who chimed in with a chorus of laughter. Without another back spared for her to pass off, she felt one hand release her hairsbreadth and another one catch it up. Then, another girthy schlong was stuffed in between her lips before she could even come together her mouth.

It continued like that for various blurry hours, passing Tina's head from one set of hands to another like a hand-me-down, pass-around fleshlight that just happened to use up a big gulp of air every now and then between school term of guzzling down a helping of cum straight from the tap. Tina knocked back each guess of sticky glue, horking them down as quickly as they could give them to her. It wasn't until the 6th lading that she began to think back, wondering how she went from putting on a slim, figure-flaunting black dress that showed off her champagne ass in the comfort of her own dorm way minute before - or days before, she conceded to herself that she had no real way of knowing for sure - to slurping down piping-hot loads of jizz like it was her reason for getting out of bed in the morning.

***

"Tina, what the piece of tail ? We've ‘ got ta go !"rang a interpreter from across the other English of the dorm room.

"I'm working on it !"Tina shot back to her residence hall roomy. She was in the eye of cramming her jiggling rump down into a garb that was a whole size too small. The stretched-thin silk clung to her bend like saran wrap and the hem at the bed rode up so obscenely high that it showed off more than a soupcon of her ass. Tina figured that this garb, albeit kind of gratuitous, she admitted, would show off her flirty incline. She admired herself in the mirror for a moment, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her deep brown bob-style haircut and straightened her thick-frame eyeglasses. She pushed up on her buoyant B-cup tits, making sure they featured prominently on her chest and what cleavage she had was on show in the apparel neckline that plunged down to just above her diaphragm. Tonight, she would be that coolheaded young lady from the freshman family that was sexy, witty, and always said the rightfield thing - and everyone would want to get her number.

"You look like a ass slut,"her roomy snorted from somewhere behind her. Tina whirled around on her heel and stuck up her halfway fingerbreadth in the centering of the voice.

"Fuck you, Ari."

"flavour, girl, if you are tryin'to get sleep together tonight, you couldn't have possible picked out a easily dress for the occasion. In fact, you probably wouldn't have to do much.."Tina noticed Arielle's voice trail off into nothing, and then felt a couplet 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 unbroken 5 or 6 seconds.

"What the fuck, Ari ? !"Tina protested, smacking at Arielle's hands while she fought to wrestle the garb back down into place. Defeated, Arielle laughed and turned away, heading for the straw man door of their shared living space.

"The fact that having your apparel pulled up around your shank didn't prove me all that much More than what I could see with it down should really recite you something about the message you're sending, honey."

Tina looked back at her flatly and seemed to consider her roomie's words for all of a moment. After a beat, she crossed her arms with a huff and rolled her eyes.

"aspect, I'm just trying to cause a good fourth dimension. 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 most of the way through the verge by the time Tina finished defending her press choices for the evening. Tina started after her, snatching up her phone on the way out the door as the duet of them strode out into the hall of the quiet student residence hallway. She didn't realize until she was sliding into the backseat of their company 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 meretricious"whump"and leaned over the door in the unfold passenger window.

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

"suck his ass putz, too, while you're over there ! Come on, let's fucking go !"Arielle called out from behind her, already halfway up the ride in front of the the colonial-style white house emblazoned with the Greek lettering spelling out"Lambda Chi Theta"across the top shaft of light supported by a row of Doric dialect pillars. For those not in a frat, the English language spelling of"Lambda Chi Theta"was also written out next to their Greek twin, which Tina thought was rather considerate. She scowled at her roommate and offered her another once-over of her grandiloquent finger's breadth before glancing back at the Uber driver and mouthing a mute"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the driveway behind her friend, she found herself ineffectual to walk quickly in her cling-wrap clothes and 3-inch"fuck me"( or, what she considered to be"notice me") heels. She skipped past a yoke people already laying out in the Gunter Grass in front of the grand old house who were appearing to conduct the antique and time-honored fraternity tradition of getting shitfaced inebriate and passing out with a cup of beer still in manus. The closer she got to the front of the building, the more than she could feel the bass threaded through the dance music emanating from the party thumping her in the chest of drawers with every throb. She arrived on the front stairs just as Arielle was knocking on the tremendous slab of oak that was the nominal head door.

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

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

"After you."

Arielle pushed on the door and, with no modest amount of exploit involved, heaved it open. The soundtrack to the house political party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the general tumultuousness of dozens of conversations occurring throughout the party at the same prison term. the great unwashed were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting chit-chat at a decibel story apropos that of cheering at a sporting upshot. Arielle glanced back with a bemused spirit on her face and locked her fingerbreadth around Tina's wrist just before darting into the melee. Tina jostled passed people while struggling to hold open 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 secret alcohol along the way through the sardine can of human being, as was the nature of fraternity parties.

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

"Going to get laid, stupid !"

"What the fuck ? Why do I have to hail ?"Tina stammered, suddenly abrim with interrogative sentence about her initiatory and only college friend.

"Yeah, I'm going to go hook up with this guy I met in socio-economic class. He told me to suffer 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 really beef, you know that ? And who's the working girl, again ?"

Arielle responded through a shrug, then spun on a dog and continued down the hall towards one of the many bedrooms with closed room access, no doubt occupied by similar casual hookups.

"Don't get into too much problem, roomie !"

Tina pursed her backtalk 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 unknown colouring, but elected to down it anyway. She polished off the crapulence and let the cup pin from her hand to the floor to join the other handful of trampled empties, and then she headed in the opposite direction of Arielle.

***

After a solid 30 minutes of milling about the castle-esque frat sign, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her dress to keep open it from riding up too gamey and exposing her block scanty, she found herself as an onlooker of a twain of frat boys playing beer pong on either incline of a rickety poster board. By this time, she had accepted too many drinks that seemed much hard than your average fresh-from-the-keg brew, but they tasted sweetness and they went down like piss, 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 plot, she was a passenger in the operation of her own souse brace of release lips.

"Whoever wins this succeeding round gets my phone identification number !"Meanwhile, the sober Tina, planted in the binding seat, internally nodded her approval at intoxicated Tina's bravery.

The one with the Ping-Pong nut in his hand halted mid-throw and smirked, glancing over at the young woman who had just put herself up as a trophy for their effortless biz.

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

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

"Tina. Cute. O.K., Tina,"the backwards-hat wearing jock repeated as he flashed a aspect over to his opponent.

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

"Yeah, I'm good with that. I just hope we get to raise the stakes. A phone number doesn't necessarily mean value anything, does it ?"Tim replied in number."I don't know, Pat, we might have to receive her up the ante on troll two to something I couldn't find on her Facebook profile."Tim glanced over at Tina, arching his supercilium as if to prompt a response.

"We'll see, boys !"Tina responds, with sober Tina still incredulously watching on from the back place as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to needle drunk Tina further and further down whatever rabbit hole she has embedded herself in. At the beer pong table, her words of encouragement spurned an gumptious plot of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. Moments later, Tina was scrawling her phone issue into the outstretched palm of the victor 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 bridge player around her waist and smacked right down onto her jiggling posterior. With his absolve handwriting, he plucked the cup of mystery hootch out of her busy bridge player and set it down on the flooring beside the makeshift beer pong board.

"Get under the table, Tina."

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

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

Tina shrugged and decided to go along with this next beat of the game. The night was going well. She gave out her number, she's been flirting with a distich of hot frat son, and she has had a lot of booze. As she pulled away from St. Patrick's release clench, she felt him swat her ass and spurn her forward. She shrieked playfully, tip-toeing toward the lineup table. When she dropped to her knees on the hardwood floor, a 12 partygoers got an all-access pass to the viewing party of Tina's tight, pink pussy and puckered SOB. Tina settled in the nerve center, halfway between either end of the short table.

"Alright, drop ‘ em !"

Each twosome of stage on either side of the table wriggled slightly, and then both frat boys dropped their pant down to the articulatio talocruralis and exposed their throbbing, veiny cocks that dangled down in between their leg. Tina's eyes went wide, and she quickly snatched up the red plastic cup of alcohol from the floor beside her for a unanimous 5 seconds of chugging.

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

"Y-yeah.. ! I can do that !"she squeaked out from the commercial enterprise incline of the table. Tina, at this point, was committed. She set out tonight to accept fun, and to make her introduction to college life. The line between inebriate Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all night, and drunk Tina was the one coming out on top. Drunk Tina wanted to suck some cock. Seconds later, she had one an inch away from her cheek.

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the current points drawing card, Tim. She decided to try and her best to do as she was told. She had only take in one cock before, and that was her high-pitched schoolhouse boyfriend. It didn't go well. Determined to do better this time, she decided to try and take a page out of porn video she had seen and hocked a load of spit right onto the head of the fuckstick bounce in front of her face. She could get wind a catcalling whistle ring out from the topside of the table, which only encouraged her. Tina gingerly leant in and popped her luscious fuckpillow lip around the brain of the prick she was obligated to suck, and that's when she heard the testis bounce across the table again. Faint, slick, slurping randomness started to regularly intermingle with the other sounds of the party while Tina eagerly sucked down inch after inch of the Patrick's bitchbreaker. Her lips rode down his shaft as far as she could cram into her oral fissure, then back up the way she came. She could feel his girthy pole resting on her tongue while she toiled away.

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

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

A muffled, plastic-on-plastic crack marked Tim nailing a shot into the loving cup on the other side of the tabular array, and Tina immediately pulled her mouth off from Patrick's slobber-coated pharynx clogger with a"pop !"before turning about and crawling on her men and knees over to the early English of the table. She was greeted by another tough frat boy stopcock, except this time there was a thin white descent of powder running down from the base to the head. She hesitated.

"Come on, Tina, it's just a footling something for all your concentrated workplace. It 's just something to make you feel good. Just make water sure you get me all the way down to the base like a trade good girl."

She continued to sit and think this. She was drunk, which opened her up to the idea of sucking some random frat cock, but the confrontation of being face-to-face with the alternative of stretching her backtalk around another slab of centre and a English order of hard drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making process. But Tina had seen the great unwashed railing seam of C off of burnt umber mesa, 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 induce that on her college reputation before she so much as finished her get-go year. Tina opened her mouth, and lurched forward.

Within a blink, and accompanied by a healthy, pharynx gurgle, Tina was making out with the base of Tim's stopcock. She spluttered hard on his cock, blowing bubble of spit that turned into dripping trails of goo that dribbled down her chin and onto his balls. Tina wasn't so concerned with what was coming out of her mouth compared to what had just went into it. The euphoric charge of the high sent her into the stratosphere. Everything else melted away ; the bunch was gone, the tabular array was gone, and the euphony quieted down to a whisper. The entirely thing left in her mind was her, and the habit-forming dick she was charged with oceanic abyss throating.

***

"Did she do it ?"Patrick asked, having stopped trying to score at beer pong a few minutes 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 home cumdump !"

Patrick deftly overturned the table onto its side of meat which sent the cups and ping-pong globe clattering down to the trading floor. What was left in its place, situated between the twain of them and on good showing for anybody interested in seeing some freshman party trollop go to townspeople on a gumshoe, was Tina Shoemaker, who was high out of her mind and eagerly bobbing her head back and forth on Tim's 8-inch shaft. 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 cock with her pussycat and rubbed his bellend back and Forth River in her warm entrance.

"This unsporting cunt is wet !"Patrick laughed right before he dropped his hips and impaled Tina on his stopcock. He started hammering away at her snatch, and clapped one of his hands down firmly onto her rhythmically jiggling ass impertinence while he mounted her. looker-on had started crowding around as soon as Patrick announced".. frat house cumdump,"phone tv camera trained on the depraved display of which the cock-crazed Tina was the star. As people drank, filmed, and enjoyed their entertainment for the eventide, they muttered to themselves.

"What a whore."

"She went out without any blooming panties. She had to bear wanted this from the start."

"Did you see her frock ?"

Tina was flying too high to sustain any disgrace for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this mouth-watering cock that was being thrust into her mouthpiece, and the exact consequence when some other monolithic rod slid deep into her desperate, aching pussy. She could palpate him, through the fog of her sensation, 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 savor to her bouncing derriere which would take a leak her tense up and tweet as the spank sent an electric seismic disturbance across her hide and right hand up her spine. Her ass felt like it was on fire after about a XII spanks, and that was when Patrick plunged a wetted thumb into her shit. Her eyes rolled back behind her fluttering palpebra while she continued to smoke Tim's pole with the mussy access that only a drunk, high frat loose woman could.

In her sex, drugs, and dick induced shock, she was design on making a name for herself. While St. 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 shaft while he bucked his pelvis forward into her fuckhole. She clamped her lips down, sucking mightily until her pufferfish lips formed a vacancy seal around the man-meat in her well-lubricated pharynx. She flicked her eyes up, tilted her chin back, and batted her long, fake lashes up at Tim to inspire him on to cover 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 dozens of mile away from her. The neck opening of a belittled underground 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 full of frat peter ; Tim's stopcock, as she recalled, who virtually certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the mo. This fourth dimension, the one fuck her face was from her 3:00PM biological science class. She had given Tim the doe-eyed"please fuck me knockout"tone, and all this college party boy seemed to be concerned with as far as her boldness is concerned is how to utilise another makeup coat of his nutbutter. On waiting line, she felt the familiar spirit sensation of having her hair's-breadth yanked back and her throat becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of duty. She watched, enraptured, as her nameless better half stroked his pulsing member right in figurehead of her fount. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue evenfall out of the front of her font and openly drool down a streak of throatlube down onto the carpet beneath her.

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

She closed her eyes as she felt the first strand of cream dab onto her features and commence plastering on her tegument. As she breathed a diffuse moan, another roofy strung between the tip of her nose and the flat tire of her well-traveled cockcleaner knife. A span of spunk stroke landed on her forehead and in her haircloth, and she took it all just as she had taken every other load that Nox - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may stimulate just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roommate's phonation. The feel of her champion's voice was a variety of vexation and confusion, but the next matter she knew she was being helped up onto her pes in the middle of the crowd. Arielle had pushed through the crowd and was holding Tina by the articulatio humeri with either of her outstretched subdivision. Tina was wobbly on her two metrical foot because she hadn't been on them in several hours, so she essentially leaned into the support joists her roommate was offering while she looked dazedly onto her face.

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

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

"Look, I've got to get you home. 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 roomie the center of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the company with a pulse rate and a knockout shaft given a one-way slate to blowing a load into one of her 3 holes. However, Tina didn't want to go home. Earlier in the eventide, she had put on the skankiest black dress she could recover, toast herself stupid, and then willingly bollix up two frat boys over a biz of beer pong. She knew what she wanted to do - and that was to prevent partying.

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

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

"Who wants me next ? ”