Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained consciousness it was on her knees in the midsection of having her lip 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 hip joint into her face, bucking and rutting away. He was fucking Tina's throat raw, and didn't seem to care whether or not she was witting or could breathe while he did it. He twisted his manus over in her pilus, redoubling the handful of curly brunet locks he was using to keep back his toy in place. She could feel a few strands of her pilus disturbance and pop while he bared down on her, and that didn't slow him down even a bit. Each prison term his fork bounced off of her mouth and nose, his gumshoe 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 pharynx.

"I'm about to finish up here. Who wants the next turn at this nasty whore ? !"Tina could hear his far-off voice booming overtop of her throttling noises and the crew that she, as she was suddenly and unshakably aware, was standing around them. While this anonymous fraternity boy's cock pistoned in and out of her well-used throat, fuzzed point became more clear. She realized she was still in the fraternity star sign that she started the evening off by entering. She realized that her articulatio genus were sore as screwing, and sunk into the grimy carpet of the Lambda Chi Theta house big 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 house cocotte, college freshman Tina Shoemaker.

"I'll take her side by side ! 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 future !"

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

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

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

"Shut the shtup up. I want to learn her deepthroating, not your bitching."

Without any warning, the ruffian jock making use of her uppermost cock-accommodating orifice reached down and wrapped one of his baseball mitt around Tina's throat. He clenched down with his fingers, purpose on choking her while he thrust his piping right past her tonsil and let a massive rush of spunk flood straight down the backrest of her throat. With his deal viced around her neck, Tina didn't have much of a choice of whether or not she swallowed his latest depository into her belly. She looked up, through bleary and tear-stricken optic, at the frat boy whose brass she didn't recognize and chugged down his cum. It took several glugs, but she managed to restrain chugging until he had drained his balls into her stomach.

All of the sudden, Tina felt her head rush backwards and the stopcock that was lodged in her throat was wrenched out, leaving her suspension for a moment with her mouthpiece agape and splattered with sticky spittle. She could hear him snicker while he wiped off his peter on Tina's cheek, smearing a glutinous house-made portmanteau of spittle and jizz across her cheeks like they were his cum rags. Seizing the second, she took a puff breather 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 feminine articulation cheer from a mates rows back in the gang. That one got a rise out of the crowd of looker-on, who chimed in with a chorus of laughter. Without another endorse spared for her to breathe, she felt one hand release her hair and another one puss 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 various blurry hours, passing Tina's straits from one set of hands to another like a hand-down, pass-around fleshlight that just happened to admit a big swig of air every now and then between Roger Huntington Sessions of guzzling down a helping of cum straight from the tap. Tina knocked back each shot of embarrassing glue, horking them down as quickly as they could feed them to her. It wasn't until the 6th onus that she began to intend back, wondering how she went from putting on a slim, figure-flaunting black frock that showed off her bubbly ass in the comfort of her own dormitory elbow room hours before - or days before, she conceded to herself that she had no material way of knowing for certain - to slurping down piping-hot gobs 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 early face of the student residence room.

"I'm working on it !"Tina shot back to her dormitory roommate. She was in the middle of cramming her jiggling rump down into a apparel that was a whole size too small. The stretched-thin silk clung to her curve like saran wrapping and the hem at the bottom rode up so obscenely senior high school that it showed off more than a pinch of her ass. Tina figured that this dress, albeit variety of needless, she admitted, would show off her flirty side. 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 perky B-cup breast, making sure they featured prominently on her chest and what cleavage she had was on video display in the dress neckline that plunged down to just above her midriff. Tonight, she would be that cool girl from the freshman year that was sexy, witty, and always said the right matter - and everyone would need to get her number.

"You look like a fucking slut,"her roommate snorted from somewhere behind her. Tina whirled around on her cad and stuck up her middle finger in the commission of the voice.

"Fuck you, Ari."

"Look, female child, 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 track off into zilch, and then felt a pair of paw clamp down onto the paper-thin black material and Yankee upwards. Tina's ass all but spilled out of the material and bounced animatedly for an unplowed 5 or 6 seconds.

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

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

Tina looked back at her flatly and seemed to weigh her roommate's password for all of a moment. After a beat, she crossed her munition with a huff and rolled her eyes.

"Look, I'm just trying to bear a good clock time. If I find soul to have a go at it, so be it. I'm not exactly going out looking for that to fall out, either."

"Whatever you say !"Ari returned, already nigh of the way through the threshold by the fourth dimension Tina finished defending her wardrobe choices for the eventide. Tina started after her, snatching up her phone on the way out the door as the pair of them strode out into the hall of the placid dorm hallway. She didn't realize until she was sliding into the backseat of their political 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 doorway shut with a aloud"whump"and leaned over the door in the heart-to-heart passenger window.

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

"suction his fucking putz, too, while you're over there ! semen on, let's fucking go !"Arielle called out from behind her, already halfway up the driving in front of the the colonial-style bloodless firm emblazoned with the Grecian lettering spelling out"Lambda Chi Theta"across the top beam supported by a row of Doric mainstay. For those not in a frat, the English language spelling of"Lambda Chi Theta"was also written out next to their Greek similitude, which Tina thought was rather considerate. She scowled at her roommate and offered her another look-over of her tallest finger before glancing back at the Uber device driver and mouthing a still"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the drive behind her protagonist, she found herself unable to walk quickly in her cling-wrap garb and 3-inch"fuck me"( or, what she considered to be"notice me") heels. She skipped past a couple multitude already laying out in the grass in front of the fantastic old menage 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 manus. The closer she got to the presence of the construction, the Thomas More she could experience the bass threaded through the dancing euphony emanating from the company thumping her in the bureau with every throb. She arrived on the front tone just as Arielle was knocking on the enormous slab of oak that was the front door.

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

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

"After you."

Arielle pushed on the threshold and, with no small total of effort involved, heaved it open. The soundtrack to the house party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the general tumultuousness of scads of conversations occurring throughout the party at the same meter. People were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting chin wag at a decibel horizontal surface apropos that of cheering at a frisk event. Arielle glanced back with a bemused face on her nerve and locked her finger's breadth around Tina's wrist just before darting into the melee. Tina jostled passed people while struggling to keep tempo with the jog that Arielle shot off into, dispensing"I'm sorry"and"excuse me"as needed. Somehow, she ended up with a red cup of mystery alcohol along the way through the Sardina pilchardus can of human beings, as was the nature of frat parties.

"Ari, slacken down !"Tina protested, pulling her arm back as they crossed through a hall lined with get on animal heads and ‘ year of 1997'fraternity group photos in opulent, gold-leafed frames."Where are you even going ?"

"going away to get laid, stupefied !"

"What the fuck ? Why do I have to come ?"Tina stammered, suddenly abrim with doubt about her first and only college friend.

"Yeah, I'm going to go thieve up with this guy I met in social class. He told me to run into him in one of these gage 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 rattling squawk, you know that ? And who's the whore, again ?"

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

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

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 import, noticed it's slightly strange colouration, but elected to polish it anyway. She polished off the beverage and let the cup fall from her hired hand to the trading floor to fall in the other handful of trampled empties, and then she headed in the antonym direction of Arielle.

***

After a solid 30 minutes of milling about the castle-esque frat family, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her apparel to restrain it from riding up too mellow and exposing her forgotten step-in, she found herself as an onlooker of a yoke of frat male child playing beer niff on either sides of a rickety card table. By this time, she had accepted too many drinks that seemed much stronger than your ordinary fresh-from-the-keg brew, but they tasted sweet and they went down like water, so she kept on drinking them as fast as they were handed to her. When she felt give-and-take tumbling out of her mouth while she stood beside the ongoing game, she was a passenger in the operation of her own exalt pair of unaffixed lips.

"Whoever wins this next round gets my telephone set number !"Meanwhile, the sober Tina, planted in the support seat, internally nodded her commendation at rummy Tina's bravery.

The one with the Ping-Pong ball in his hired hand halted mid-throw and smirked, glancing over at the lady friend who had just put herself up as a trophy for their casual game.

"That so, huh ? What's your public figure, cutie ?"

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

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

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

"Yeah, I'm soundly with that. I just hope we get to lift the stakes. A phone number doesn't necessarily bastardly anything, does it ?"Tim replied in turn."I don't know, Pat, we might consume to suffer her up the ante on stave two to something I couldn't breakthrough 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 sombre Tina still incredulously watching on from the back seat as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to goad drunk Tina further and further down whatever rabbit muddle she has embedded herself in. At the beer pong mesa, her countersign of encouragement spurned an gumptious game of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. Moments later, Tina was scrawling her earphone number into the outstretched palm tree 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 script around her waist and smacked right down onto her jiggling posterior. With his free hand, he plucked the cup of enigma hootch out of her occupied hand and set it down on the trading floor beside the makeshift beer pong table.

"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 future round of the game. The Night was going well. She gave out her number, she's been flirting with a yoke of hot frat male child, and she has had a lot of liquor. As she pulled away from Patrick's promiscuous grasp, 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 XII partygoers got an all-access pass to the viewing party of Tina's tight, pink pussy and puckered shit. Tina settled in the center, halfway between either end of the inadequate table.

"Alright, drop ‘ em !"

Each brace of peg on either English of the table wriggled slightly, and then both fraternity boys dropped their pants down to the mortise joint and exposed their throbbing, veiny pecker that dangled down in between their peg. Tina's eyes went all-embracing, and she quickly snatched up the red formative cup of alcohol from the flooring beside her for a whole 5 bit of chugging.

"Tina !"she could get a line Saint Patrick call from up on the topside of the table."When you hear someone scotch on one end of the the mesa, you go to the opposite incline and get to form. 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 face of the table. Tina, at this level, was committed. She set out tonight to take fun, and to relieve oneself her introduction to college life. The crinkle between inebriate Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all night, and drunk Tina was the one coming out on top. rummy Tina wanted to suck some cock. Seconds later, she had one an column inch away from her face.

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the stream points loss leader, Tim. She decided to try and her best to do as she was told. She had only suck in one cock before, and that was her highschool school boyfriend. It didn't go well. Determined to do better this time, she decided to try and take a Thomas Nelson Page out of erotica telecasting she had seen and hocked a load of spit right onto the head of the fuckstick bouncing in front line of her facial expression. She could hear a catcalling tin whistle ring out from the topside of the table, which only encouraged her. Tina gingerly leant in and popped her luscious fuckpillow lips around the head of the tool she was obligated to lactate, and that's when she heard the ball bouncing across the table again. Faint, slick, slurping racket 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 backtalk rode down his slam as far as she could cram into her sass, then back up the way she came. She could find his girthy pole resting on her glossa while she toiled away.

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

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

A damp, plastic-on-plastic crack marked Tim nailing a gibe into the cups on the other side of the table, and Tina immediately pulled her mouth off from Patrick's slobber-coated throat clogger with a"pop !"before turning about and crawling on her script and knees over to the former slope of the mesa. She was greeted by another hard frat boy stopcock, except this clock time there was a thin white lineage of gunpowder running down from the base to the head. She hesitated.

"seed on, Tina, it's just a little something for all your hard work. It 's just something to make you experience good. Just fix sure as shooting you get me all the way down to the Qaeda like a good girl."

She continued to sit and debate 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 option of stretching her sassing around another slab of inwardness and a side order of tough drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making process. But Tina had seen hoi polloi railing lines of coke off of coffee table, 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 have that on her college report before she so much as finished her first twelvemonth. Tina opened her mouth, and lurched forward.

Within a winking, and accompanied by a healthy, throat gurgle, Tina was making out with the floor of Tim's cock. She spluttered hard on his cock, blowing house of cards of spit that turned into dripping trails of goo that dribbled down her Kuki and onto his balls. Tina wasn't so touch with what was coming out of her mouth compared to what had just went into it. The euphoric kick of the gamey sent her into the stratosphere. Everything else melted away ; the crowd was gone, the table was gone, and the music quieted down to a whisper. The entirely matter left in her mind was her, and the habit-forming cock she was charged with deep throating.

***

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

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

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

Saint Patrick deftly overturned the tabular array onto its side which sent the cups and ping-pong egg clattering down to the floor. What was left in its place, situated between the yoke of them and on wide-cut display for anybody interested in seeing some freshman party slut go to Town on a hawkshaw, was Tina Shoemaker, who was in high spirits out of her nous and eagerly bobbing her caput 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 snatch and rubbed his bellend back and Forth River in her warm entrance.

"This unclean bitch is wet !"Patrick laughed right before he dropped his rose hip and transfix Tina on his cock. He started hammering away at her pussy, and clapped one of his hands down firmly onto her rhythmically jiggling ass face while he mounted her. onlooker had started crowding around as soon as Patrick announced".. frat house cumdump,"phone photographic camera trained on the vitiate appearance of which the cock-crazed Tina was the star topology. As people drank, filmed, and enjoyed their entertainment for the evening, they muttered to themselves.

"What a whore."

"She went out without any fucking panties. She had to have wanted this from the start."

"Did you see her dress ?"

Tina was flying too richly to have any shame for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this mouth-watering cock that was being thrust into her oral cavity, and the exact import when some other massive rod slid recondite into her desperate, aching pussy. She could palpate him, through the fog of her grass, driving in and out of her dripping wet trap like he owned it. Frankly, he might as well have. Every so often, Patrick would deliver an open-handed medal slap to her bouncing derriere which would lay down her tense up and pinch as the spank sent an electric electric shock across her skin and right up her rachis. Her ass felt like it was on fire after about a dozen spanks, and that was when Patrick plunged a wetted ovolo into her cocksucker. Her eyes rolled back behind her fluttering eyelids while she continued to fume Tim's pole with the mussy approaching that only a drunk, high fraternity slut could.

In her sex, drugs, and dick induced shock, she was intent on making a name for herself. While Patrick's nutsack slapping pendulously into her belly, Tina set to shape on Tim. She slithered her tongue 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 vacuum stamp around the man-meat in her well-lubricated throat. She flicked her eye up, tilted her chin back, and batted her foresighted, fake lashes up at Tim to urge him on to treat her like the partyslut that she has embraced being.

"Here, Tina, have another."She could see Tim's backtalk moving, but what she heard felt like it was coming from rafts of statute mile away from her. The neck opening of a small vacuum tube was slipped up into her nose and she obediently breathed deeply through her nose. 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 dick, as she recalled, who to the highest degree certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the here and now. This sentence, the one nookie her face was from her 3:00PM Biology family. She had given Tim the doe-eyed"please fuck me heavily"feel, and all this college political party boy seemed to be concerned with as far as her face is concerned is how to give another makeup finishing of his nutbutter. On queue, she felt the comrade hotshot of having her hair yanked back and her throat becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of duty. She watched, enraptured, as her nameless partner stroked his pulsing member right in straw man of her face. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue drop out of the front of her side and openly drool down a run of throatlube down onto the rug beneath her.

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

She closed her heart as she felt the first off Strand of cream splattering onto her features and lead off plastering on her peel. As she breathed a soft moan, another rophy strung between the tip of her nose and the flatbed of her well-traveled cockcleaner tongue. A span of spunk shot landed on her forehead and in her tomentum, and she took it all just as she had taken every other lading that Night - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may make just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roomy's representative. The quality of her acquaintance's phonation was a mixed bag of concern and confusion, but the next thing she knew she was being helped up onto her foundation in the middle of the crowd. 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 feet because she hadn't been on them in several hours, so she essentially leaned into the financial support joists her roomie was offering while she looked dazedly onto her face.

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

Tina felt a grin form on the quoin 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 chance her shy, socially-inept roommate the marrow of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the political party with a pulse and a gruelling cock given a one-way ticket to blowing a cargo into one of her 3 holes. However, Tina didn't deprivation to go home. Earlier in the eventide, she had put on the skankiest blackamoor dress she could rule, drank herself stupid, and then willingly blew two frat boy over a game of beer pong. She knew what she wanted to do - and that was to hold open partying.

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

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

"Who wants me side by side ? ”