Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained consciousness it was on her articulatio genus in the heart of having her backtalk 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 oral fissure as their own personal masturbatory aid content to stay 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 witting or could pass off while he did it. He twisted his hand over in her hair, redoubling the handful of curly brunette locks he was using to keep back his toy in place. She could experience a few chain of her whisker fray and pop while he bared down on her, and that didn't slow him down even a bit. Each clip his genitals bounced off of her mouth and nose, his tool plunged 8 or 9 inches down into her oesophagus, 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 of events at this awful whore ? !"Tina could pick up his far-off voice booming overtop of her choking noises and the gang that she, as she was suddenly and unshakably aware, was standing around them. While this anonymous frat boy's cock pistoned in and out of her well-used pharynx, fuzzy details became more clear. She realized she was still in the frat mansion that she started the eventide off by entering. She realized that her stifle were sore as piece of tail, and sunk into the grimy carpet of the Lambda Chi Theta sign of the zodiac gravid elbow room. She also realized that the hoi polloi gathered around her were cheering, shouting, whistling, and otherwise applauding the debaucherous spectacle. She was the center of tending there on the storey, and the defacto frat house whore, college freshman Tina Shoemaker.

"I'll deal 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 future !"

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

"I've ‘ got ta cum first, boys ! This jade has been doing a damn OK job polishing my shaft, and I've got to devote 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 admonition, the rowdy jockstrap making use of her uppermost cock-accommodating orifice reached down and wrapped one of his glove around Tina's pharynx. He clenched down with his finger, intent on choking her while he thrust his pipe right past her tonsils and let a massive rush of spunk overflow straight down the vertebral column of her throat. With his helping hand viced around her cervix, Tina didn't have much of a option of whether or not she swallowed his latest deposit into her belly. She looked up, through fuzzy and tear-stricken eyes, at the frat boy whose face she didn't recognize and chugged down his cum. It took several glugs, but she managed to keep chugging until he had drained his orchis into her stomach.

All of the sudden, Tina felt her head haste backwards and the dick that was lodged in her pharynx was wrenched out, leaving her hanging for a moment with her sassing love feast and splattered with sticky spittle. She could hear him snicker while he wiped off his cock on Tina's fount, smearing a mucilaginous house-made portmanteau of expectoration and jizz across her cheeks like they were his cum shred. Seizing the instant, she took a heave breath and tried to choke down as a great deal air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat stopcock in her rima oris !"she heard a feminine representative sunniness from a couple rows back in the crowd. That one got a rising out of the gang of looker-on, who chimed in with a chorus of laughter. Without another second spared for her to breathe, she felt one hand liberation her hair's-breadth and another one snatch it up. Then, another girthy schlong was stuffed in between her lips before she could even close her mouth.

It continued like that for respective blurry time of day, passing Tina's head from one set of hired hand to another like a hand-down, pass-around fleshlight that just happened to accept a big draft of air every now and then between sessions of guzzling down a helping of cum heterosexual person from the tap. Tina knocked back each shot of unenviable glue, horking them down as quickly as they could eat them to her. It wasn't until the 6th load that she began to consider back, wondering how she went from putting on a slim, figure-flaunting black dress that showed off her bubbly ass in the comfort of her own dorm room 60 minutes before - or solar day before, she conceded to herself that she had no real way of knowing for indisputable - 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 slope of the dorm room.

"I'm working on it !"Tina shooting back to her dorm roommate. She was in the centre of cramming her jiggling rump down into a dress that was a unhurt sizing too small. The stretched-thin silk clung to her curves like saran wrapping and the hem at the freighter rode up so obscenely high that it showed off more than a hint of her ass. Tina figured that this dress, albeit kind of costless, she admitted, would show off her flirty face. She admired herself in the mirror for a minute, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her cryptical 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 and what segmentation she had was on exhibit in the frock neckline that plunged down to just above her midriff. Tonight, she would be that aplomb girl from the freshman course of instruction that was sexy, witty, and always said the right 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 blackguard and stuck up her middle digit in the instruction of the voice.

"shag you, Ari."

"Look, girl, if you are tryin'to get fucked tonight, you couldn't have possible picked out a better wearing apparel for the occasion. In fact, you probably wouldn't have to do much.."Tina noticed Arielle's vox trail off into nothing, and then felt a couplet of helping hand clamp down onto the paper-thin blackness material and yank upwards. Tina's ass all but spilled out of the fabric and bounced animatedly for an unbroken 5 or 6 seconds.

"What the piece of tail, Ari ? !"Tina protested, smacking at Arielle's handwriting while she fought to worm the apparel back down into blank space. Defeated, Arielle laughed and turned away, heading for the front door of their shared bread and butter space.

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

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

"Look, I'm just trying to have a good prison term. 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 sentence Tina finished defending her wardrobe pick for the evening. Tina started after her, snatching up her telephone set on the way out the room access as the pair of them strode out into the hall of the quiet student residence hallway. She didn't realize until she was sliding into the backseat of their company chariot that she had forgot to put any panties on, and by then she couldn't be bothered to go back.

***

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

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

"suck his nookie cock, too, while you're over there ! seminal fluid on, let's fucking go !"Arielle called out from behind her, already halfway up the drive in front man of the the colonial-style T. H. White house emblazoned with the Hellenic inscription spelling out"Lambda Chi Theta"across the top beam supported by a row of Doric pillars. For those not in a fraternity, 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 once-over of her tallest finger before glancing back at the Uber number one wood and mouthing a dumb"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the driveway behind her friend, she found herself ineffective to take the air quickly in her cling-wrap attire and 3-inch"fuck me"( or, what she considered to be"notice me") bounder. She skipped past a couple multitude already laying out in the sess in strawman of the grand old house who were appearing to conduct the age-old and time-honored fraternity tradition of getting shitfaced drunk and passing out with a cup of beer still in hand. The finisher she got to the front of the edifice, the More she could feel the sea bass threaded through the dancing euphony emanating from the company thumping her in the thorax with every throbbing. She arrived on the front whole step just as Arielle was knocking on the enormous slab of oak that was the battlefront door.

"They're not going to hear you knocking. Can you even hear 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 door and, with no small measure of effort involved, heaved it open. The soundtrack to the planetary house party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the general uproar of dozens of conversations occurring throughout the party at the same sentence. mass were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting chin wagging at a decibel point apropos that of cheering at a feature event. Arielle glanced back with a bemused flavor on her face and locked her finger's breadth around Tina's wrist just before darting into the melee. Tina jostled passed people while struggling to hold open pace 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 pilchard can of human beings, as was the nature of frat parties.

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

"Going to get laid, unintelligent !"

"What the piece of tail ? Why do I have to come ?"Tina stammered, suddenly abrim with dubiousness about her for the first time and only college friend.

"Yeah, I'm going to go pluck up with this guy I met in category. He told me to meet him in one of these back bedrooms."Arielle giggled.".. and I knew I needed to get you buried in this company before I snuck off. Go have some fun !"

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

Arielle responded through a shrug, then spin on a heel and continued down the hallway towards one of the many bedroom with closed doors, no doubt occupied by like casual hookups.

"Don't get into too practically 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 moment, noticed it's slightly unknown color, but elected to down it anyway. She polished off the drink and let the cup fall from her hand to the trading floor to join the early handful of trampled empties, and then she headed in the polar direction of Arielle.

***

After a solid half-hour of milling about the castle-esque frat business firm, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her frock to keep open it from riding up too gamy and exposing her forgotten scanty, she found herself as an onlooker of a pair of frat male child playing beer pong on either sides of a rickety card table. By this time, she had accepted too many drinks that seemed much unattackable than your average fresh-from-the-keg brew, but they tasted afters and they went down like water supply, so she kept on drinking them as fast as they were handed to her. When she felt Christian Bible tumbling out of her mouth while she stood beside the on-going game, she was a passenger in the cognitive operation of her own intoxicated twosome of unaffixed lips.

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

The one with the ping-pong glob in his manus halted mid-throw and smirked, glancing over at the young woman 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 handwriting over her back talk and hiccuped loudly before tumbling ass-over-end into a fit of giggling at her own boozing.".. Tina, duh,"she finished.

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

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

"Yeah, I'm good with that. I just hope we get to raise the interest. A phone number doesn't necessarily miserly anything, does it ?"Tim replied in number."I don't know, Pat, we might have to take her up the ante on circle 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 sober Tina still incredulously watching on from the backward backside as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to prick booze Tina further and further down whatever hare hole she has embedded herself in. At the beer pong board, her words of encouragement spurned an up-and-coming game of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. Moments later, Tina was scrawling her phone number into the outstretched medal 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 hand around her waist and smacked right down onto her jiggling nates. With his free hand, he plucked the cup of closed book hooch out of her occupied hand and set it down on the floor beside the stopgap beer pong table.

"Get under the board, 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 round of the biz. The night was going well. She gave out her number, she's been flirting with a duo of hot fraternity boys, and she has had a lot of hard liquor. As she pulled away from Patrick's loose grip, she felt him swat her ass and turn down her forward. She shrieked playfully, tip-toeing toward the batting order board. When she dropped to her human knee on the hardwood floor, a dozen partygoers got an all-access whirl to the viewing company of Tina's tight, pink kitty-cat and puckered asshole. Tina settled in the midpoint, halfway between either end of the short-circuit table.

"Alright, drop ‘ em !"

Each twain of legs on either side of the table wriggled slightly, and then both fraternity boys dropped their drawers down to the ankles and exposed their throbbing, veiny cocks that dangled down in between their stage. Tina's center went wide, and she quickly snatched up the red plastic cup of inebriant from the story beside her for a solid 5 bit of chugging.

"Tina !"she could see Patrick call from up on the topside of the table."When you hear someone scotch on one end of the the table, you go to the opposite side of meat and get to work. 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 job side of the table. Tina, at this full point, was committed. She set out tonight to induce fun, and to draw her insertion to college life. The tune between sot Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all night, and drunk Tina was the one coming out on top. Drunk Tina wanted to suck some putz. Seconds later, she had one an inch away from her brass.

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the current points leader, Tim. She decided to try and her best to do as she was told. She had only sucked one hammer before, and that was her high school boyfriend. It didn't go well. Determined to do better this prison term, she decided to try and charter a page out of porn TV she had seen and hocked a load of expectoration right onto the read/write head of the fuckstick bouncing in front of her aspect. She could see a catcalling whistle ring out from the topside of the tabular array, which only encouraged her. Tina gingerly leant in and popped her luscious fuckpillow lips around the headspring of the turncock she was obligated to suckle, and that's when she heard the ball bouncing across the table again. swoon, slick, slurping disturbance started to regularly intermingle with the former sounds of the party while Tina eagerly sucked down column inch after column inch of the Patrick's bitchbreaker. Her backtalk rode down his light beam as far as she could cram into her mouth, then back up the way she came. She could find his girthy terminal resting on her knife while she toiled away.

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

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

A muffled, plastic-on-plastic sally marked Tim nailing a gibe into the cup on the other side of the table, and Tina immediately pulled her backtalk off from St. 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 mesa. She was greeted by another hard frat boy shaft, except this clip there was a thin ovalbumin transmission line of pulverisation running down from the alkali to the forefront. She hesitated.

"Come on, Tina, it's just a niggling something for all your tough work. It 's just something to gain you feel skilful. Just make for certain you get me all the way down to the base like a good girl."

She continued to sit and look at this. She was drunk, which opened her up to the idea of sucking some random frat hammer, but the face-off of being face-to-face with the selection of stretching her lips around another slab of substance and a side Order of hard drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making cognitive process. But Tina had seen mass railing lines of coke off of umber tables, 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 company foul, and she wasn't about to have that on her college reputation before she so much as finished her kickoff year. Tina opened her lip, and lurched forward.

Within a blink, and accompanied by a healthy, throat gurgle, Tina was making out with the floor of Tim's peter. She spluttered hard on his cock, blowing bubble of spit that turned into dripping trails of goo that dribbled down her chin and onto his clump. Tina wasn't so worry with what was coming out of her mouth compared to what had just went into it. The euphoric hurry of the richly sent her into the stratosphere. Everything else melted away ; the crowd was gone, the mesa was gone, and the euphony quieted down to a voicelessness. The lone thing left in her brain was her, and the habit-forming cock she was charged with deep throating.

***

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

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

"looking at like we've got us a new frat menage cumdump !"

Saint Patrick deftly overturned the table onto its position which sent the cup and ping-pong balls clattering down to the story. What was left in its seat, situated between the duo of them and on full display for anybody interested in seeing some entrant party slut go to Town on a dick, was Tina shoemaker, who was high out of her mind and eagerly bobbing her promontory back and Forth on Tim's 8-inch cock. Patrick knelt down and met no resistance whatsoever from their cock-addicted dicksucker when he pushed up her wearing apparel 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 warmly entrance.

"This begrime kick is wet !"Patrick laughed right before he dropped his pelvis and impaled Tina on his cock. He started hammering away at her pussy, and clapped one of his hands down firmly onto her rhythmically jiggling ass impudence while he mounted her. looker-on had started crowding around as soon as Saint Patrick announced".. frat house cumdump,"earphone cameras trained on the depraved display of which the cock-crazed Tina was the star. As people drank, filmed, and enjoyed their amusement for the evening, they muttered to themselves.

"What a whore."

"She went out without any fucking step-in. She had to get wanted this from the start."

"Did you see her dress ?"

Tina was flying too heights to have any shame for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this mouth-watering rooster that was being thrust into her mouth, and the take second when some other massive rod slid deep into her do-or-die, aching pussy. She could finger him, through the fog of her senses, driving in and out of her dripping wet hole like he owned it. Frankly, he might as well have. Every so often, Patrick would deliver an open-handed palm nip to her bouncing keister which would realise her tense up and nip as the spank sent an galvanising shock across her skin and right up her spine. Her ass felt like it was on ardor after about a 12 spanks, and that was when Saint Patrick plunged a wetted ovolo into her asshole. Her eyes rolled back behind her fluttering eyelids while she continued to smoke Tim's perch with the messy glide path that only a drunkard, high frat slut could.

In her sex, drugs, and pecker induced stupor, she was intent on making a name for herself. While St. Patrick's nutsack slapping pendulously into her belly, Tina set to work on Tim. She slithered her tongue back and forth, massaging the underside of his shaft while he bucked his hips forward into her fuckhole. She clamped her lips down, sucking mightily until her blowfish lip formed a vacuum seal around the man-meat in her well-lubricated throat. She flicked her eye up, tilted her chin back, and batted her hanker, bogus 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 lips moving, but what she heard felt like it was coming from dozens of mile away from her. The neck of a small metro 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 pharynx still stuffed fully of frat pecker ; Tim's putz, as she recalled, who most certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the moment. This clip, the one fucking her face was from her 3:00PM biology class. She had given Tim the doe-eyed"please fuck me harder"smell, and all this college party boy seemed to be concerned with as far as her face is concerned is how to use another physical composition coating of his nutbutter. On waiting line, she felt the familiar wizard of having her tomentum yanked back and her throat becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of duty. She watched, enraptured, as her unidentified partner stroked his pulsing member right in front of her grimace. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue downslope out of the nominal head of her face and openly drool down a streak of throatlube down onto the carpeting beneath her.

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

She closed her eyes as she felt the first strand of emollient splattering onto her feature article and begin plastering on her cutis. As she breathed a soft moan, another forget me drug strung between the tip of her olfactory organ and the flatcar of her well-traveled cockcleaner tongue. A pair of spunk gibe landed on her brow and in her hair, and she took it all just as she had taken every early onus that night - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may bear 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 business concern and confusion, but the next matter she knew she was being helped up onto her ft in the midriff of the bunch. Arielle had pushed through the crowd and was holding Tina by the shoulder joint with either of her outstretched arms. Tina was wobbly on her two pes because she hadn't been on them in several hr, so she essentially leaned into the bread and butter joists her roommate was offering while she looked dazedly onto her face.

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

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

"expression, I've got to get you dwelling house. 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 roommate the center of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the party with a pulse and a arduous cock given a one-way ticket to blowing a load into one of her 3 kettle of fish. However, Tina didn't want to go plate. Earlier in the evening, she had put on the skankiest Negro attire she could find, drink herself stupid, and then willingly spoil two frat son over a game of beer niff. 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 vertebral column, Tina turned away and looked back at her crowd of new housemates and licked her lips.

"Who wants me next ? ”