Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained consciousness it was on her knees in the eye of having her mouth plugged airtight by a thick, throbbing peter. 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 side, bucking and rutting away. He was fucking Tina's pharynx raw, and didn't seem to handle whether or not she was conscious or could take a breather while he did it. He twisted his deal over in her tomentum, redoubling the fistful of curly brunette locks he was using to keep his toy in place. She could feel a few string of her hairsbreadth fray and pop while he bared down on her, and that didn't slow him down even a bit. Each prison term his crotch bounced off of her mouth and olfactory organ, his pecker plunged 8 or 9 in 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 terminate up here. Who wants the next turn at this nasty whore ? !"Tina could hear his far-off vocalisation booming overtop of her throttling noises and the crowd that she, as she was suddenly and unshakably aware, was standing around them. While this anon. frat boy's cock pistoned in and out of her well-used throat, fuzzy point became more clear. She realized she was still in the frat theatre that she started the eve off by entering. She realized that her knee joint were sore as fuck, and sunk into the grimy carpet of the Lambda Chi Theta mansion 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 level, and the defacto fraternity mansion whore, college fresher Tina Shoemaker.

"I'll take her next ! 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 adjacent !"

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

"I've ‘ got ta cum first, boys ! This slut has been doing a damn very well job polishing my dick, and I've got to grant 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 hear her deepthroating, not your bitching."

Without any warning, the rowdy jock making use of her uppermost cock-accommodating orifice reached down and wrapped one of his hand around Tina's pharynx. He clenched down with his finger's breadth, intent on choking her while he thrust his pipe right past her tonsilla and let a massive rush of mettle flood straight down the dorsum of her throat. With his paw 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 hazy and tear-stricken middle, at the frat boy whose face she didn't recognize and chugged down his cum. It took respective glugs, but she managed to keep chugging until he had drained his balls into her stomach.

All of the sudden, Tina felt her drumhead rushing backwards and the cock that was lodged in her throat was wrenched out, leaving her hanging for a moment with her mouth agape and splattered with mucilaginous spittle. She could get a line him snicker while he wiped off his cock on Tina's case, smearing a muggy house-made blend of spittle and jizz across her cheeks like they were his cum rag. Seizing the instant, she took a gasping breath and tried to choke down as much air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat cock in her mouth !"she heard a feminine voice sunniness from a couple 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 second gear spared for her to catch one's breath, she felt one handwriting release her tomentum and another one puss it up. Then, another girthy schlong was stuffed in between her lips before she could even fill up her mouth.

It continued like that for several blurry hours, passing Tina's capitulum from one set of hand 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 Roger Huntington Sessions of guzzling down a helping of cum straight person from the tap. Tina knocked back each shot of sticky mucilage, horking them down as quickly as they could feed them to her. It wasn't until the 6th lading that she began to recollect back, wondering how she went from putting on a lose weight, figure-flaunting fateful clothes that showed off her champagne ass in the comfort of her own dorm rooms hours before - or days before, she conceded to herself that she had no really 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 fuck ? We've ‘ got ta go !"rang a voice from across the other side of the hall room.

"I'm working on it !"Tina shot back to her dorm roommate. She was in the center of cramming her jiggling rump down into a attire that was a hale size too small-scale. The stretched-thin silk clung to her curvature like saran wrap and the hem at the backside rode up so obscenely high school that it showed off more than a hint of her ass. Tina figured that this dress, albeit sort of uncalled-for, she admitted, would indicate off her flirty side. She admired herself in the mirror for a minute, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her deep brown bob-style haircut and straightened her thick-frame specs. She pushed up on her buoyant B-cup titmouse, making sure they featured prominently on her chest of drawers and what cleavage she had was on display in the dress neckline that plunged down to just above her midriff. Tonight, she would be that cool off girl from the freshman class that was sexy, witty, and always said the aright matter - 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 midway fingerbreadth in the direction of the voice.

"shtup you, Ari."

"Look, little girl, if you are tryin'to get fucked tonight, you couldn't have potential picked out a better frock for the occasion. In fact, you probably wouldn't have to do much.."Tina noticed Arielle's voice trail off into cypher, and then felt a dyad of hands clamp down onto the paper-thin black material and yank upwards. Tina's ass all but spilled out of the cloth and bounced animatedly for an unploughed 5 or 6 seconds.

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

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

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

"Look, I'm just trying to have a upright time. If I find mortal to fuck, so be it. I'm not exactly going out looking for that to befall, either."

"Whatever you say !"Ari returned, already most of the way through the threshold by the time Tina finished defending her closet choices for the eve. Tina started after her, snatching up her sound on the way out the door as the pair of them strode out into the hallway of the tranquilize dorm hallway. She didn't realize until she was sliding into the backseat of their 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 door in the open air rider window.

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

"sucking his fucking dick, too, while you're over there ! Come on, let's fucking go !"Arielle called out from behind her, already halfway up the drive in front of the the colonial-style white business firm emblazoned with the Greek lettering spelling out"Lambda Chi Theta"across the top beam of light supported by a row of Doric dialect pillars. For those not in a fraternity, the English spelling of"Lambda Chi Theta"was also written out future to their Greek opposite number, which Tina thought was rather considerate. She scowled at her roommate and offered her another once-over of her tallest 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 unable to take the air quickly in her cling-wrap clothes and 3-inch"fuck me"( or, what she considered to be"notice me") dog. She skipped past a couple people already laying out in the green goddess in front of the grand old house who were appearing to transmit the age-old and time-honored sodality tradition of getting shitfaced wino and passing out with a cup of beer still in hand. The closer she got to the front of the building, the more she could find the bass threaded through the dance music emanating from the party thumping her in the chest of drawers with every pounding. She arrived on the front stone's throw 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 take heed 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 diminished measure of effort involved, heaved it open. The soundtrack to the house party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the general brouhaha of dozens of conversations occurring throughout the party at the Lapplander time. mass were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting chit-chat at a decibel level apropos that of cheering at a sporting event. Arielle glanced back with a bemused look on her face and locked her finger around Tina's wrist just before darting into the melee. Tina jostled passed masses while struggling to keep tempo 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 beings, as was the nature of frat parties.

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

"going away to get laid, stupid !"

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

"Yeah, I'm going to go hook up with this guy I met in class. He told me to match him in one of these plunk for 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 tangible kick, you know that ? And who's the bawd, again ?"

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

"Don't get into too often difficulty, 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 strange color, but elected to fine-tune it anyway. She polished off the crapulence and let the cup dip from her hand to the floor to join the other handful of trampled empties, and then she headed in the opposite centering of Arielle.

***

After a solid state half-hour of milling about the castle-esque frat mansion, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her dress to keep it from riding up too high and exposing her forgotten pantie, she found herself as an onlooker of a pair of frat boys playing beer niff on either face of a rickety carte table. By this sentence, she had accepted too many drunkenness that seemed much stronger than your average out 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 words tumbling out of her mouth while she stood beside the ongoing game, she was a rider in the mental process of her own exalt twain of free lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I'm good with that. I just hope we get to raise the stakes. A phone phone number doesn't necessarily average anything, does it ?"Tim replied in number."I don't know, Pat, we might have to have her up the ante on bout two to something I couldn't find 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 unplayful 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 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. consequence later, Tina was scrawling her phone number into the outstretched medallion 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 ego watched nervously while he slid his manus around her waist and smacked right down onto her jiggling bum. With his release hand, he plucked the cup of mystery hooch out of her occupied hand and set it down on the floor beside the stopgap beer pong board.

"Get under the mesa, Tina."

"Uh, what does this give 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 rung of the game. The night was going well. She gave out her number, she's been flirting with a couple of hot frat boys, and she has had a lot of booze. As she pulled away from St. Patrick's liberate grasp, she felt him swat her ass and spurn her forward. She shrieked playfully, tip-toeing toward the wag table. When she dropped to her knees on the hardwood floor, a dozen partygoers got an all-access laissez passer to the viewing party of Tina's tight, pink pussycat and puckered asshole. Tina settled in the center, halfway between either end of the curtly table.

"Alright, drop ‘ em !"

Each couple of branch on either slope of the table wriggled slightly, and then both frat boys dropped their pants down to the ankles and exposed their throbbing, veiny peter that dangled down in between their legs. Tina's eyes went wide-cut, and she quickly snatched up the red credit card cup of alcohol from the level beside her for a unanimous 5 seconds of chugging.

"Tina !"she could hear St. Patrick call from up on the topside of the table."When you hear mortal score on one end of the the table, you go to the opposite English and get to lick. You got that ?"Tina, still stunned that she has found herself under the mesa between a twain of frat boy cocks.

"Y-yeah.. ! I can do that !"she squeaked out from the business incline of the table. Tina, at this point, was committed. She set out tonight to have fun, and to gain her introduction to college life-time. The short letter between drunk Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all dark, and sot Tina was the one coming out on top. inebriate Tina wanted to suck some pecker. Seconds later, she had one an inch away from her face.

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the current points loss leader, Tim. She decided to try and her best to do as she was told. She had only suckle one cock before, and that was her high schooling 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 payload of spittle right onto the mind of the fuckstick bouncing in front of her nerve. 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 lips around the head of the cock she was obligated to suck, and that's when she heard the orchis bouncing across the table again. deliquium, slipperiness, slurping noise started to regularly intermingle with the other audio of the party while Tina eagerly sucked down column inch after inch of the Patrick's bitchbreaker. Her back talk rode down his beam as far as she could cram into her sass, then back up the way she came. She could finger his girthy Pole resting on her tongue while she toiled away.

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

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

A muted, plastic-on-plastic crack marked Tim nailing a guessing into the cups on the other face of the table, and Tina immediately pulled her mouth off from Patrick's slobber-coated pharynx clogger with a"pop !"before turning about and crawling on her hands and knees over to the other side of the table. She was greeted by another firmly frat boy putz, except this sentence there was a melt off white stemma of pulverization running down from the basis to the headland. She hesitated.

"Come on, Tina, it's just a little something for all your backbreaking work. It 's just something to make you feel good. Just make sure you get me all the way down to the home like a good girl."

She continued to sit and see this. She was drunkard, which opened her up to the idea of sucking some random fraternity cock, but the confrontation of being face-to-face with the selection of stretching her lips around another slab of meat and a side club of hard drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making process. But Tina had seen people railing lines of Coca Cola off of coffee tree mesa, countertops, and bare asscheeks all throughout the company, 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 reputation before she so much as finished her foremost year. Tina opened her mouth, and lurched forward.

Within a blink, and accompanied by a healthy, throat gurgle, Tina was making out with the base of Tim's cock. She spluttered hard on his cock, blowing house of cards of spitting that turned into dripping trails of goo that dribbled down her Chin and onto his balls. Tina wasn't so refer with what was coming out of her mouth compared to what had just went into it. The euphoric rush of the high sent her into the stratosphere. Everything else melted away ; the crowd was gone, the table was gone, and the euphony quieted down to a susurration. The but thing left in her mind was her, and the addictive cock she was charged with deep 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."

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

Patrick deftly overturned the table onto its side which sent the loving cup and ping-pong ball clattering down to the flooring. What was left in its place, situated between the yoke of them and on full phase of the moon presentation for anybody interested in seeing some freshman company slut go to town on a tool, was Tina Shoemaker, who was luxuriously out of her mind and eagerly bobbing her head back and forth on Tim's 8-inch shaft. Patrick knelt down and met no underground whatsoever from their cock-addicted dicksucker when he pushed up her garb up over her ass and to her waist. He crouched over Tina's pasty, pale-white fat ass, lined up his cock with her slit and rubbed his bellend back and Forth in her affectionate entrance.

"This dirty bitch is wet !"Patrick laughed right before he dropped his hip joint and impaled Tina on his cock. He started hammering away at her slit, and clapped one of his hands down firmly onto her rhythmically jiggling ass brass while he mounted her. Onlookers had started crowding around as soon as Patrick announced".. frat house cumdump,"telephone set cameras trained on the reprobate show of which the cock-crazed Tina was the star. As people drank, filmed, and enjoyed their entertainment for the evening, they muttered to themselves.

"What a whore."

"She went out without any jazz scanty. She had to receive wanted this from the start."

"Did you see her garb ?"

Tina was flying too high to have any pity for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this mouth-watering cock that was being poking into her sassing, and the exact moment when some other massive rod slid deep into her desperate, aching twat. She could sense him, through the fog of her senses, driving in and out of her dripping wet fix like he owned it. Frankly, he might as well have. Every so often, Saint Patrick would deliver an open-handed palm nose drops to her bounce seat which would make her tense up and flip as the spank sent an electric cushion across her peel and right wing up her spine. Her ass felt like it was on fire after about a dozen spanks, and that was when Patrick plunged a wetted pollex into her asshole. Her eyes rolled back behind her fluttering eyelids while she continued to smoke Tim's perch with the messy approach that only a sot, richly 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 knife back and forth, massaging the undersurface of his calamus while he bucked his hip joint forward into her fuckhole. She clamped her lips down, sucking mightily until her puffer mouth formed a vacuum cleaner seal around the man-meat in her well-lubricated throat. She flicked her eyeball up, tilted her chin back, and batted her farseeing, counterfeit 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 back talk moving, but what she heard felt like it was coming from dozens of miles away from her. The neck of a small 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-place hit of coke and conked out with her throat still stuffed wide-cut of fraternity dick ; Tim's stopcock, as she recalled, who near certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the moment. This metre, the one fucking her face was from her 3:00PM Biology class. She had given Tim the doe-eyed"please fuck me backbreaking"look, and all this college political party boy seemed to be concerned with as far as her face is concerned is how to apply another makeup coat of his nutbutter. On queue, she felt the familiar sensation of having her hair yanked back and her throat becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of obligation. She watched, enraptured, as her nameless partner stroked his pulsing member right wing in front of her expression. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue fall out of the social movement of her face and openly drool down a streak of throatlube down onto the carpet beneath her.

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

She closed her eyes as she felt the first Strand of ointment splutter onto her feature of speech and set out plastering on her tegument. As she breathed a easy moan, another roofy strung between the tip of her nose and the flatbed of her well-traveled cockcleaner lingua. A couple of spunk shots landed on her forehead and in her hairsbreadth, and she took it all just as she had taken every other load that night - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may have just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roommate's vocalisation. The tone of her friend's voice was a mixture of concern and muddiness, but the next thing she knew she was being helped up onto her feet in the middle of the gang. Arielle had pushed through the gang and was holding Tina by the shoulders with either of her outstretched blazonry. Tina was wobbly on her two metrical foot because she hadn't been on them in various hr, so she essentially leaned into the support joists her roommate was offering while she looked dazedly onto her face.

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

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

"face, I've got to get you domicile. 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 assemblage to find her shy, socially-inept roommate the meat of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the company with a pulse and a unvoiced stopcock given a one-way ticket to blowing a onus into one of her 3 golf hole. However, Tina didn't need to go home. Earlier in the evening, she had put on the skankiest black dress she could determine, drank herself stupid, and then willingly float two frat boys over a game of beer pong. She knew what she wanted to do - and that was to keep partying.

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

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

"Who wants me next ? ”