Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained consciousness it was on her stifle in the middle of having her mouth plugged airtight by a thick, throbbing rooster. 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 cover ramming his pelvic arch 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 emit while he did it. He twisted his manus over in her hair, redoubling the fistful of curly brunette locks he was using to continue his toy in blank space. She could feel a few strands of her fuzz fray and pop while he bared down on her, and that didn't slow him down even a bit. Each clip his crotch bounced off of her mouthpiece and olfactory organ, his dick plunged 8 or 9 inches down into her gullet, and she let go of a gurgling"g-lurgh"that came rolling up out of her pharynx.

"I'm about to stop up here. Who wants the side by side bend at this awful whore ? !"Tina could hear his faraway part booming overtop of her throttling racket and the crowd that she, as she was suddenly and unshakably mindful, was standing around them. While this anonymous frat boy's cock pistoned in and out of her well-used pharynx, fuzzy particular became more clear. She realized she was still in the fraternity star sign that she started the even off by entering. She realized that her knees were sore as fuck, and sunk into the grimy carpet of the Lambda Chi Theta house outstanding elbow room. She also realized that the mass gathered around her were cheering, shouting, whistling, and otherwise applauding the debaucherous spectacle. She was the center of care there on the floor, and the defacto fraternity house lady of pleasure, college freshman Tina Shoemaker.

"I'll contain her succeeding ! I've been waiting all Nox 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 peter after gumshoe for hours."

"I've ‘ got ta cum first, boys ! This fornicatress has been doing a tinker's damn o.k. job polishing my ray of light, and I've got to give her a little tip for her outstanding service !"

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

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

Without any warning, the yobbo jock making use of her uppermost cock-accommodating orifice reached down and wrapped one of his mitts around Tina's throat. He clenched down with his fingers, spirit on choking her while he thrust his pipe right past her tonsilla and let a massive rushing of spunk flood straight down the back of her pharynx. With his deal viced around her neck, Tina didn't have much of a selection of whether or not she swallowed his latest down payment into her belly. She looked up, through bleary and tear-stricken eyes, at the frat boy whose cheek she didn't recognize and chugged down his cum. It took several glugs, but she managed to sustain chugging until he had drained his ball into her stomach.

All of the sudden, Tina felt her head rushing backwards and the cock that was lodged in her pharynx was wrenched out, leaving her hanging for a instant with her rima oris agape and splattered with viscid saliva. She could pick up him snicker while he wiped off his shaft on Tina's face, smearing a awkward house-made blend of saliva and jizz across her impertinence like they were his cum tatter. Seizing the moment, she took a gasp breather and tried to gag down as much air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat stopcock in her mouth !"she heard a feminine voice cheer from a couple rows back in the crowd. That one got a rise out of the crowd of onlooker, who chimed in with a Greek chorus of laughter. Without another endorsement spared for her to breathe, she felt one bridge player vent her hair and another one snap it up. Then, another girthy schlong was stuffed in between her lips before she could even shut down her mouth.

It continued like that for several blurry 60 minutes, passing Tina's head from one set of hands to another like a hand-me-down, pass-around fleshlight that just happened to consume 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 nip of embarrassing mucilage, horking them down as quickly as they could fertilize them to her. It wasn't until the 6th lading that she began to remember back, wondering how she went from putting on a slim, figure-flaunting fateful frock that showed off her bubbly ass in the comfortableness of her own hall rooms 60 minutes before - or days before, she conceded to herself that she had no existent way of knowing for sure - to slurping down piping-hot dozens 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 vocalisation from across the other side of the residence hall room.

"I'm working on it !"Tina stroke back to her dorm roommate. She was in the centre of cramming her jiggling rump down into a dress that was a all size of it too minuscule. The stretched-thin silk clung to her bender like saran wrapper and the hem at the bottom rode up so obscenely high that it showed off more than a clue of her ass. Tina figured that this garb, albeit kind of gratuitous, she admitted, would shew off her flirty slope. She admired herself in the mirror for a moment, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her trench dark-brown bob-style haircut and straightened her thick-frame eyeglasses. She pushed up on her buoyant B-cup titty, making sure they featured prominently on her pectus and what segmentation she had was on showing in the frock neckline that plunged down to just above her diaphragm. Tonight, she would be that chill girl from the freshman class that was sexy, witty, and always said the right thing - and everyone would desire to get her number.

"You look like a nooky slattern,"her roommate snorted from somewhere behind her. Tina whirled around on her heel and stuck up her heart finger in the direction of the voice.

"Fuck you, Ari."

"Look, girl, if you are tryin'to get have it away tonight, you couldn't have possible picked out a better dress for the affair. In fact, you probably wouldn't have to do much.."Tina noticed Arielle's vocalism lead off into nothing, and then felt a pair of men clamp down onto the paper-thin ignominious material and Yankee-Doodle upwards. Tina's ass all but spilled out of the framework and bounced animatedly for an unbroken 5 or 6 seconds.

"What the screwing, Ari ? !"Tina protested, smacking at Arielle's helping hand while she fought to twist the wearing apparel back down into billet. Defeated, Arielle laughed and turned away, heading for the face room access of their shared living space.

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

Tina looked back at her flatly and seemed to debate her roomie's actor's line for all of a moment. After a meter, she crossed her munition with a huff and rolled her eyes.

"Look, I'm just trying to have a effective metre. If I find soul 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 press choice for the eve. Tina started after her, snatching up her phone on the way out the door as the pair of them strode out into the hallway of the tranquility 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 door shut with a loud"whump"and leaned over the doorway in the open passenger window.

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

"Suck his fucking putz, too, while you're over there ! seed on, let's fucking go !"Arielle called out from behind her, already halfway up the drive in front of the the colonial-style white firm emblazoned with the Greek lettering spelling out"Lambda Chi Theta"across the top balance beam supported by a row of Doric dialect tower. For those not in a sodality, the English spelling of"Lambda Chi Theta"was also written out next to their Greek twin, which Tina thought was rather considerate. She scowled at her roomie and offered her another once-over of her tallest finger before glancing back at the Uber number one wood and mouthing a soundless"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the driveway behind her Quaker, she found herself unable to walk quickly in her cling-wrap wearing apparel and 3-inch"fuck me"( or, what she considered to be"notice me") cad. She skipped past a couple people already laying out in the pot in strawman of the high-minded old house who were appearing to acquit the age-old and time-honored brotherhood tradition of getting shitfaced drunkard and passing out with a cup of beer still in mitt. The closer she got to the front line of the building, the more she could feel the bass threaded through the dance music emanating from the company thumping her in the chest with every throb. She arrived on the forepart steps just as Arielle was knocking on the tremendous slab of oak that was the look door.

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

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

"After you."

Arielle pushed on the threshold and, with no small quantity of effort involved, heaved it loose. The soundtrack to the house party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the worldwide uproar of dozens of conversations occurring throughout the political party at the Sami time. the great unwashed were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting small talk at a dB level apropos that of cheering at a sporting issue. Arielle glanced back with a confused look on her font and locked her fingers around Tina's radiocarpal joint just before darting into the scrimmage. Tina jostled passed people while struggling to retain tread 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 sardius can of human beings, as was the nature of frat parties.

"Ari, slow up down !"Tina protested, pulling her arm back as they crossed through a hall lined with rise fleshly heads and ‘ Class of 1997'fraternity radical photo in opulent, gold-leafed inning."Where are you even going ?"

"departure to get laid, stupid person !"

"What the screw ? Why do I have to number ?"Tina stammered, suddenly abrim with questions about her first and only college friend.

"Yeah, I'm going to go filch up with this guy I met in form. He told me to meet him in one of these support 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 real gripe, you know that ? And who's the whore, again ?"

Arielle responded through a shrug, then gyrate on a heel and continued down the hallway towards one of the many bedrooms with unopen threshold, no incertitude occupied by similar casual hookups.

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

Tina pursed her lips and sighed. She was totally alone now, but at least she had her beer. She peered down into it for a present moment, noticed it's slightly strange color, but elected to down it anyway. She polished off the drink and let the cup fall from her hand to the floor to link up the other handful of trampled empties, and then she headed in the diametrical focus of Arielle.

***

After a solid 30 minutes of milling about the castle-esque fraternity house, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her clothes to celebrate it from riding up too high and exposing her forgotten panties, she found herself as an onlooker of a pair of frat son playing beer pong on either side of meat of a rickety card table. By this time, she had accepted too many drunkenness that seemed much stronger than your average out fresh-from-the-keg brewage, but they tasted dessert and they went down like body of water, so she kept on drinking them as fast as they were handed to her. When she felt Word of God tumbling out of her mouth while she stood beside the ongoing game, she was a passenger in the operation of her own inebriated pair of loose lips.

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

The one with the table tennis ball in his paw halted mid-throw and smirked, glancing over at the fille who had just put herself up as a prize for their casual game.

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

"It's.."Tina paused, placed a 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 eroding athlete repeated as he flashed a smell over to his opponent.

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

"Yeah, I'm secure with that. I just hope we get to raise the stakes. A phone bit doesn't necessarily meanspirited anything, does it ?"Tim replied in number."I don't know, Pat, we might cause to have her up the ante on turn two to something I couldn't discovery on her Facebook profile."Tim glanced over at Tina, arching his eyebrows as if to prompt a response.

"We'll see, boys !"Tina responds, with sedate Tina still incredulously watching on from the support rump as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to goad tope Tina further and further down whatever rabbit hole she has embedded herself in. At the beer pong table, her words 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 self watched nervously while he slid his deal around her waist and smacked right down onto her jiggling posterior. With his free hired man, he plucked the cup of mystery hooch out of her occupied hand and set it down on the floor beside the makeshift beer pong tabular array.

"Get under the table, Tina."

"Uh, what does this suffer 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 turn of the game. The nighttime was going well. She gave out her figure, she's been flirting with a couple of hot frat boys, and she has had a lot of booze. As she pulled away from Patrick's escaped grasp, she felt him swat her ass and spurn her forward. She shrieked playfully, tip-toeing toward the card table. When she dropped to her knees on the hardwood floor, a dozen partygoers got an all-access pass to the viewing party of Tina's tight, pink pussy and puckered whoreson. Tina settled in the center, halfway between either end of the short table.

"Alright, pearl ‘ em !"

Each duet of peg on either position of the table wriggled slightly, and then both fraternity boys dropped their trouser down to the mortise joint and exposed their pounding, veiny cock that dangled down in between their legs. Tina's eyes went broad, and she quickly snatched up the red formative cup of alcoholic beverage from the floor beside her for a solid 5 sec of chugging.

"Tina !"she could hear Patrick claim from up on the topside of the table."When you hear soul grievance on one end of the the table, you go to the opposite side of meat and get to exercise. 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 slope of the tabular array. Tina, at this point, was committed. She set out tonight to have fun, and to make her insertion to college lifespan. The line between rummy Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all dark, and inebriate Tina was the one coming out on top. Drunk Tina wanted to suck some putz. Seconds later, she had one an inch away from her face.

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the flow points leader, Tim. She decided to try and her honest to do as she was told. She had only imbibe one cock before, and that was her high school boyfriend. It didn't go well. Determined to do better this time, she decided to try and take a page out of porn picture she had seen and hocked a freight of expectoration right onto the heading of the fuckstick bounce in movement of her face. She could hear a catcalling whistle ring out from the topside of the table, which only encouraged her. Tina gingerly leant in and popped her luscious fuckpillow backtalk around the head of the cock she was obligated to suck, and that's when she heard the ball bounce across the table again. Faint, slick magazine, slurping noises started to regularly intermingle with the other sounds of the party while Tina eagerly sucked down column inch after inch of the Patrick's bitchbreaker. Her backtalk rode down his shaft as far as she could bone up into her sassing, then back up the way she came. She could find his girthy pole resting on her knife while she toiled away.

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

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

A muffled, plastic-on-plastic offer marked Tim nailing a shot into the loving cup on the early 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 hands and genu over to the other side of the board. She was greeted by another unvoiced fraternity boy shaft, except this meter there was a thin white bank line of powder running down from the pedestal to the head. She hesitated.

"semen on, Tina, it's just a little something for all your hard work. It 's just something to micturate you sense goodness. Just make sure you get me all the way down to the foot like a good girl."

She continued to sit and conceive this. She was inebriate, which opened her up to the melodic theme of sucking some random frat cock, but the confrontation of being face-to-face with the choice of stretching her lips around another slab of meat and a side of meat social club of hard drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making outgrowth. But Tina had seen people railing demarcation of coke off of coffee tree tabular array, 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 receive that on her college report before she so much as finished her number one yr. Tina opened her mouth, and lurched forward.

Within a winking, and accompanied by a tidy, pharynx gurgle, Tina was making out with the foot of Tim's shaft. She spluttered hard on his stopcock, blowing bubble of spit that turned into dripping trails of goo that dribbled down her chin and onto his balls. Tina wasn't so have-to doe with with what was coming out of her sass compared to what had just went into it. The euphoric Rush of the heights sent her into the stratosphere. Everything else melted away ; the crew was gone, the board was gone, and the euphony quieted down to a whisper. The entirely affair left in her judgement was her, and the addictive putz she was charged with mystifying throating.

***

"Did she do it ?"St. Patrick asked, having stopped trying to nock 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 house cumdump !"

Patrick deftly overturned the table onto its side which sent the cups and Ping-Pong balls clattering down to the floor. What was left in its space, situated between the twosome of them and on full show for anybody interested in seeing some freshman party trollop go to town on a dick, was Tina shoemaker, who was high out of her mind and eagerly bobbing her headway back and Forth River on Tim's 8-inch irradiation. Saint Patrick knelt down and met no underground whatsoever from their cock-addicted dicksucker when he pushed up her dress up over her ass and to her waistline. He crouched over Tina's pasty, pale-white fat ass, lined up his cock with her pussycat and rubbed his bellend back and forth in her warm entrance.

"This bemire cunt is wet !"St. Patrick laughed right before he dropped his rose hip and impaled Tina on his turncock. He started hammering away at her cunt, and clapped one of his hands down firmly onto her rhythmically jiggling ass face while he mounted her. Onlookers had started crowding around as soon as Patrick announced".. fraternity household cumdump,"phone cameras trained on the depraved display of which the cock-crazed Tina was the star. As masses drank, filmed, and enjoyed their entertainment for the evening, they muttered to themselves.

"What a whore."

"She went out without any fucking panty. She had to have got 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 savoury stopcock that was being thrust into her mouth, and the precise consequence when some other massive rod slid deep into her desperate, aching pussy. She could feel him, through the fog of her senses, driving in and out of her dripping wet golf hole like he owned it. Frankly, he might as well have. Every so often, Patrick would deliver an open-handed palm smack to her bouncing derriere which would make her tense up and pinch as the spank sent an electric shock across her skin and rightfulness up her spur. Her ass felt like it was on firing after about a dozen 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 messy advance that only a rummy, high frat slut could.

In her sex, drugs, and hawkshaw induced stupor, she was aim on making a epithet for herself. While Patrick's nutsack slapping pendulously into her belly, Tina set to influence on Tim. She slithered her tongue back and Forth River, massaging the underside of his shot while he bucked his hips forward into her fuckhole. She clamped her lips down, sucking mightily until her puffer back talk formed a vacuum seal around the man-meat in her well-lubricated throat. She flicked her eyes up, tilted her mentum back, and batted her retentive, manipulate lashes up at Tim to urge on 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 dozen of miles away from her. The neck of a small thermionic valve 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 dick ; Tim's cock, as she recalled, who most 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 year. 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 composition finish of his nutbutter. On queue, she felt the associate champion of having her hair yanked back and her throat becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of tariff. She watched, enraptured, as her unknown partner stroked his pulsing member right field in front of her face. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue fall out of the front of her typeface and openly drool down a streak of throatlube down onto the carpet beneath her.

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

She closed her eye as she felt the first strand of emollient sputter onto her feature of speech and start plastering on her peel. As she breathed a lenient moan, another roofy strung between the tip of her olfactory organ and the flatcar of her well-traveled cockcleaner glossa. A yoke of touchwood guess landed on her forehead and in her hair, and she took it all just as she had taken every other onus that Nox - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may ingest just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roomie's voice. The tone of her friend's vocalization was a admixture of business and confusion, but the next thing she knew she was being helped up onto her feet in the heart of the gang. Arielle had pushed through the gang and was holding Tina by the berm with either of her outstretched arms. Tina was wobbly on her two feet because she hadn't been on them in various hours, so she essentially leaned into the support joists her roomy was offering while she looked dazedly onto her face.

"Tina, what the shtup ? I told you not to get in difficulty. Your ass is all over Twitter. There are characterisation of you everywhere. Are you covered in cum ?"

Tina felt a smiling build on the recess of her cum-stained lips.

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

Arielle was just trying to avail, Tina figured. She had come back from her own random hookup to find her shy, socially-inept roommate the center of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the party with a pulsation and a hard shaft given a one-way slate to blowing a load into one of her 3 hollow. However, Tina didn't want to go home. Earlier in the evening, she had put on the skankiest black dress she could notice, salute herself stupe, and then willingly blew two frat boys over a game of beer niff. She knew what she wanted to do - and that was to hold back partying.

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

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

"Who wants me following ? ”