Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained cognizance it was on her knee in the midriff of having her mouth plugged airtight by a midst, throbbing tool. 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 capacity to go on ramming his hips 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 conscious or could pass off while he did it. He twisted his hired hand over in her fuzz, redoubling the fistful of curly brunet curl he was using to restrain his toy in place. She could feel a few strands of her hair's-breadth fray and pop while he bared down on her, and that didn't slow him down even a bit. Each prison term his privates bounced off of her mouth and nose, his peter 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 finish up here. Who wants the following number at this nasty harlot ? !"Tina could discover his far-off voice booming overtop of her strangling haphazardness and the crowd that she, as she was suddenly and unshakably mindful, was standing around them. While this anonymous frat boy's hammer pistoned in and out of her well-used pharynx, fuzzy details became more clear. She realized she was still in the frat household that she started the evening off by entering. She realized that her human knee were sore as piece of ass, and sunk into the grimy carpet of the Lambda Chi Theta sign 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 center of attention there on the level, and the defacto frat house woman of the street, college fresher Tina Shoemaker.

"I'll pick out her next ! I've been waiting all night for my chance with at to the lowest degree one of her fuckholes !"

"C'mon, what the nooky, 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 tool after prick for hours."

"I've ‘ got ta cum first, boys ! This slut has been doing a damn ok job polishing my light beam, and I've got to pass on her a footling tip for her outstanding service !"

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

"Shut the fuck up. I want to hear her deepthroating, not your bitching."

Without any warning, the rowdy jock making use of her upmost cock-accommodating opening 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 pipe right past her faucial tonsil and let a monumental bang of spunk flood straight down the rachis of her throat. With his hand viced around her neck, Tina didn't have much of a pick of whether or not she swallowed his recent depositary into her belly. She looked up, through blurred and tear-stricken centre, at the frat boy whose expression she didn't recognize and chugged down his cum. It took several glugs, but she managed to keep chugging until he had drained his egg into her stomach.

All of the sudden, Tina felt her head word rushing backwards and the cock that was lodged in her throat was wrenched out, leaving her hanging for a moment with her rima oris agape and splattered with steamy spittle. She could hear him snicker while he wiped off his dick on Tina's case, smearing a mucilaginous house-made blend of spit and jizz across her brass like they were his cum ragtime. Seizing the moment, she took a gasp breath and tried to choke down as a great deal air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat cock in her oral fissure !"she heard a feminine vocalization cheer from a couple rows back in the gang. That one got a cost increase out of the crowd of onlooker, who chimed in with a refrain of laugh. Without another s spared for her to breathe, she felt one mitt release her hair and another one snatch it up. Then, another girthy schlong was stuffed in between her sassing before she could even fill up her mouth.

It continued like that for various blurry hr, passing Tina's school principal from one set of men to another like a hand-me-down, pass-around fleshlight that just happened to take a big gulp of air every now and then between seance of guzzling down a helping of cum straight from the tap. Tina knocked back each shaft of awkward glue, 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 slight, figure-flaunting black frock that showed off her bubbly ass in the comforter of her own dorm rooms hours before - or days before, she conceded to herself that she had no genuine way of knowing for for sure - to slurping down piping-hot lots of jizz like it was her reason for getting out of bed in the morning.

***

"Tina, what the shtup ? We've ‘ got ta go !"rang a voice from across the former position of the dormitory room.

"I'm working on it !"Tina shot back to her dorm roommate. She was in the middle of cramming her jiggling rump down into a apparel that was a unharmed size too lowly. The stretched-thin silk clung to her curves like saran wrapping 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 kind of complimentary, she admitted, would show off her flirty face. She admired herself in the mirror for a consequence, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her rich Robert Brown 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 of drawers 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 coolheaded daughter from the freshman class that was sexy, witty, and always said the right field 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 in the direction of the voice.

"Fuck you, Ari."

"Look, young lady, if you are tryin'to get have a go at it tonight, you couldn't have possible picked out a better dress for the social function. In fact, you probably wouldn't have to do much.."Tina noticed Arielle's voice trail off into nothing, and then felt a pair of paw clamp down onto the paper-thin melanise stuff and Yankee-Doodle upwards. Tina's ass all but spilled out of the fabric and bounced animatedly for an unbroken 5 or 6 seconds.

"What the fucking, Ari ? !"Tina protested, smacking at Arielle's hands while she fought to wrestle the dress back down into topographic point. Defeated, Arielle laughed and turned away, heading for the strawman doorway of their shared living space.

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

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

"Look, I'm just trying to give birth a in effect clip. 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 threshold by the time Tina finished defending her wardrobe choices for the evening. Tina started after her, snatching up her phone on the way out the room access as the pair of them strode out into the hallway of the muted hall hallway. She didn't realize until she was sliding into the backseat of their party chariot that she had forgot to put any panty on, and by then she couldn't be bothered to go back.

***

Tina swung the car room access shut with a loud"whump"and leaned over the door in the unfastened passenger window.

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

"Suck his screwing dick, too, while you're over there ! semen 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 beam supported by a row of Doric dialect pillars. For those not in a frat, the side spelling of"Lambda Chi Theta"was also written out next to their Greek counterparts, which Tina thought was rather considerate. She scowled at her roommate and offered her another look-over of her grandiloquent finger's breadth before glancing back at the Uber driver and mouthing a silent"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the driveway behind her friend, she found herself unable to walk quickly in her cling-wrap dress and 3-inch"fuck me"( or, what she considered to be"notice me") heels. She skipped past a twin mass already laying out in the weed in forepart of the lofty old house who were appearing to conduct the age-old and time-honored frat tradition of getting shitfaced inebriate and passing out with a cup of beer still in hand. The finisher she got to the forepart of the building, the more she could feel the bass threaded through the terpsichore medicine emanating from the company thumping her in the chest of drawers with every throb. She arrived on the battlefront tone just as Arielle was knocking on the enormous slab of oak that was the movement door.

"They're not going to hear you knocking. Can you even pick up 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 door and, with no small amount of effort involved, heaved it subject. The soundtrack to the menage party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the general uproar of dozens of conversations occurring throughout the party at the same time. the great unwashed were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting chit-chat at a decibel horizontal surface apropos that of cheering at a frolic upshot. Arielle glanced back with a bemused look on her brass and locked her fingerbreadth around Tina's wrist just before darting into the scrimmage. Tina jostled passed multitude 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 mystery alcohol along the way through the sardine can of human existence, as was the nature of frat parties.

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

"exit to get laid, unintelligent !"

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

"Yeah, I'm going to go cabbage up with this guy I met in socio-economic class. He told me to adjoin him in one of these back bedrooms."Arielle giggled.".. and I knew I needed to get you buried in this political party before I snuck off. Go have some fun !"

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

Arielle responded through a shrug, then spun on a heel and continued down the hallway towards one of the many bedrooms with shut down door, no doubt occupied by similar casual hookups.

"Don't get into too very 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 moment, noticed it's slightly unknown color, but elected to down it anyway. She polished off the swallow and let the cup descent from her deal to the floor to join the other handful of tread empties, and then she headed in the opposite direction of Arielle.

***

After a firm half-hour of milling about the castle-esque fraternity theater, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her dress to keep open it from riding up too highschool and exposing her blank out panties, she found herself as an looker-on of a pair of frat boys playing beer niff on either side of meat of a rickety card table. By this time, she had accepted too many drinks that seemed much stronger than your median fresh-from-the-keg brewage, 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 secret plan, she was a passenger in the operation of her own inebriated couple of loose lips.

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

The one with the Ping-Pong nut in his script halted mid-throw and smirked, glancing over at the girl 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 deal over her lip and hiccuped loudly before tumbling ass-over-end into a fit of giggling at her own drink.".. Tina, duh,"she finished.

"Tina. Cute. okey, Tina,"the backwards-hat wearing away jock repeated as he flashed a expression over to his opponent.

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

"Yeah, I'm thoroughly with that. I just hope we get to prove the stakes. A phone number doesn't necessarily signify anything, does it ?"Tim replied in bout."I don't know, Pat, we might let to deliver her up the ante on round two to something I couldn't find on her Facebook profile."Tim glanced over at Tina, arching his supercilium as if to propel a response.

"We'll see, boys !"Tina responds, with sober Tina still incredulously watching on from the back rump as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to needle drunk Tina further and further down whatever coney gob she has embedded herself in. At the beer pong board, her words of encouragement spurned an energetic game of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. Moments later, Tina was scrawling her phone act 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 self watched nervously while he slid his hand around her waist and smacked right down onto her jiggling rear end. With his detached hand, he plucked the cup of mystery hooch out of her occupied manus and set it down on the story 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 side by side beat of the biz. The night was going well. She gave out her figure, she's been flirting with a dyad of hot frat male child, and she has had a lot of spirits. As she pulled away from Saint Patrick's loose grasp, she felt him swat her ass and disdain her forward. She shrieked playfully, tip-toeing toward the carte du jour mesa. When she dropped to her knees on the hardwood floor, a XII partygoers got an all-access pass to the viewing political party of Tina's tight, pink cunt and pucker arse. Tina settled in the center, halfway between either end of the short table.

"Alright, drop ‘ em !"

Each pair of legs on either side of the board wriggled slightly, and then both frat boys dropped their pants down to the ankles and exposed their throb, veiny cocks that dangled down in between their stage. Tina's heart went broad, and she quickly snatched up the red plastic cup of alcohol from the floor beside her for a solid 5 endorsement of chugging.

"Tina !"she could hear Patrick call from up on the topside of the table."When you hear someone score on one end of the the tabular array, you go to the opposite word side and get to make for. You got that ?"Tina, still stunned that she has found herself under the table between a duo 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 cause fun, and to wee-wee her entry to college life history. The job between drunk Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all night, and booze Tina was the one coming out on top. sot Tina wanted to suck some cock. Seconds later, she had one an inch away from her face.

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the stream power point loss leader, Tim. She decided to try and her adept to do as she was told. She had only absorb one cock before, and that was her high school fellow. 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 brain of the fuckstick bouncing in battlefront of her side. She could get word a catcalling whistle ring out from the topside of the table, which only encouraged her. Tina gingerly leant in and popped her voluptuous fuckpillow lips around the head of the cock she was obligated to draw, and that's when she heard the musket ball bouncing across the table again. swoon, slick magazine, slurping interference started to regularly intermingle with the other sounds of the party while Tina eagerly sucked down inch after inch of the St. Patrick's bitchbreaker. Her backtalk rode down his quill as far as she could cram into her mouth, then back up the way she came. She could palpate his girthy pole resting on her glossa while she toiled away.

"This girlfriend 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 muffled, plastic-on-plastic crack marked Tim nailing a shot into the loving cup 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 bridge player and knee over to the other side of the tabular array. She was greeted by another punishing frat boy prick, except this time there was a slim white assembly line of powder running down from the base to the mind. She hesitated.

"Come on, Tina, it's just a small something for all your hard work. It 's just something to make you find dear. Just puddle sure as shooting you get me all the way down to the base like a in effect girl."

She continued to sit and consider this. She was inebriate, which opened her up to the idea of sucking some random frat stopcock, but the confrontation of being face-to-face with the option of stretching her lips around another slab of meat and a side edict of difficult drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making process. But Tina had seen citizenry railing personal credit line of coke off of java tables, countertops, and bare asscheeks all throughout the party, so she figured that if she didn't do this, her dark of fun was probably going to end. It would be a party foul, and she wasn't about to give birth that on her college reputation before she so much as finished her low twelvemonth. Tina opened her mouth, and lurched forward.

Within a nictation, and accompanied by a healthy, throat gurgle, Tina was making out with the root of Tim's cock. She spluttered hard on his cock, blowing bubbles of spit that turned into dripping trail of goo that dribbled down her chin and onto his lump. Tina wasn't so relate with what was coming out of her back talk compared to what had just went into it. The euphoric Rush of the mellow sent her into the stratosphere. Everything else melted away ; the crowd was gone, the table was gone, and the music quieted down to a rustle. The merely matter left in her mind was her, and the addictive cock she was charged with rich throating.

***

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

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

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

Patrick deftly overturned the board onto its incline which sent the cups and ping-pong ballock clattering down to the trading floor. What was left in its place, situated between the yoke of them and on wide exhibit for anybody interested in seeing some fledgeling political party slut go to Ithiel Town on a dick, was Tina Shoemaker, who was senior high school out of her intellect and eagerly bobbing her caput back and Forth River on Tim's 8-inch light beam. Saint Patrick knelt down and met no resistance whatsoever from their cock-addicted dicksucker when he pushed up her attire up over her ass and to her waist. He crouched over Tina's pasty, pale-white fat ass, lined up his rooster with her pussy and rubbed his bellend back and Forth River in her warm entrance.

"This dirty bitch is wet !"Patrick laughed right before he dropped his hips and transfix Tina on his cock. He started hammering away at her cunt, and clapped one of his hands down firmly onto her rhythmically jiggling ass impertinence while he mounted her. Onlookers had started crowding around as soon as Patrick announced".. frat house cumdump,"phone photographic camera trained on the demoralise show of which the cock-crazed Tina was the sensation. As masses drank, filmed, and enjoyed their entertainment for the eventide, they muttered to themselves.

"What a whore."

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

"Did you see her dress ?"

Tina was flying too high to have any ignominy for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this mouth-watering hammer that was being hurl into her mouthpiece, and the exact moment when some other massive rod slid rich into her despairing, aching pussy. She could palpate him, through the fog of her senses, driving in and out of her dripping wet yap like he owned it. Frankly, he might as well have. Every so often, St. Patrick would birth an open-handed thenar smack to her bounce derriere which would fix her tense up and twinge as the spank sent an electric jar across her peel and right up her spikelet. Her ass felt like it was on fire after about a dozen spanks, and that was when Saint Patrick plunged a wetted thumb into her asshole. Her eyes rolled back behind her fluttering lid while she continued to fume Tim's pole with the messy approach shot that only a drunk, senior high frat slut could.

In her sex, drugs, and dick induced stupor, 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 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 rim formed a vacuum cleaner seal around the man-meat in her well-lubricated pharynx. She flicked her eyeball up, tilted her chin back, and batted her long, false lashes up at Tim to urge him on to deal 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 stacks of land mile away from her. The neck of a modest underground was slipped up into her olfactory organ 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 concluding hit of C and conked out with her pharynx still stuffed full of frat cock ; Tim's cock, as she recalled, who nigh certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the moment. 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 arduous"looking at, and all this college party boy seemed to be concerned with as far as her face is concerned is how to implement another makeup application of his nutbutter. On queue, she felt the familiar ace of having her haircloth yanked back and her throat becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of duty. She watched, enraptured, as her nameless partner stroked his pulsing extremity right in front end of her face. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue decline out of the figurehead of her human face and openly drool down a bar of throatlube down onto the carpeting beneath her.

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

She closed her eyes as she felt the first strand of cream splatter onto her feature and set 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 lingua. A couple of spunk shots landed on her forehead and in her hair, and she took it all just as she had taken every other lode that Night - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may have just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roommate's voice. The tone of her Quaker's voice was a mixture of concern and confusion, but the next thing she knew she was being helped up onto her metrical unit 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 weapon system. Tina was wobbly on her two feet 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 worry. Your ass is all over Twitter. There are exposure of you everywhere. Are you covered in cum ?"

Tina felt a grin pattern 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 aid, Tina figured. She had come back from her own random hookup to find her shy, socially-inept roomie the shopping centre of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the company with a impulse and a firmly shaft given a one-way ticket to blowing a loading into one of her 3 gob. However, Tina didn't neediness to go home. Earlier in the evening, she had put on the skankiest black dress she could find, drink herself pillock, and then willingly blow two frat son over a biz of beer pong. She knew what she wanted to do - and that was to hold partying.

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

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

"Who wants me succeeding ? ”