Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained cognisance it was on her knees in the heart of having her sass plugged airtight by a midst, throbbing cock. She felt like a bystander to her own relentless skullfucking while she came to, with whoever was using her mouth as their own personal masturbatory aid subject to go forward ramming his rose hip into her brass, bucking and rutting away. He was fucking Tina's pharynx raw, and didn't seem to care whether or not she was witting or could breathe while he did it. He twisted his mitt over in her hair, redoubling the handful of curly brunet ringlet he was using to keep his toy in place. She could feel a few strands of her hair fray and pop while he bared down on her, and that didn't slow him down even a bit. Each time his crotch bounced off of her mouth and nose, his prick 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 fetch up up here. Who wants the adjacent turning at this nasty whore ? !"Tina could hear his far-off voice booming overtop of her choking racket and the crowd that she, as she was suddenly and unshakably cognizant, was standing around them. While this anonymous fraternity boy's turncock pistoned in and out of her well-used throat, blurred details became more illuminate. She realized she was still in the fraternity house that she started the evening off by entering. She realized that her knees were sore as nookie, and sunk into the grimy carpet of the Lambda Chi Theta house gravid 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 of tending there on the floor, and the defacto fraternity sign of the zodiac whore, college freshman Tina Shoemaker.

"I'll conduct her next ! I've been waiting all night for my chance with at least one of her fuckholes !"

"C'mon, what the screwing, man ? I said I had her adjacent !"

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

"I've ‘ got ta cum first, boys ! This slut has been doing a damn fine job polishing my shaft, and I've got to founder 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 jockstrap making use of her uppermost cock-accommodating porta reached down and wrapped one of his mitts around Tina's throat. He clenched down with his fingers, intent on choking her while he thrust his pipe right past her faucial tonsil and let a massive rush of nerve outpouring straight down the back of her throat. With his hand viced around her neck, Tina didn't have much of a choice of whether or not she swallowed his belated deposit into her belly. She looked up, through blear-eyed and tear-stricken eyes, 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 glob into her stomach.

All of the sudden, Tina felt her head rushing backwards and the pecker that was lodged in her throat was wrenched out, leaving her wall hanging for a moment with her mouth agape and splattered with sticky saliva. She could take heed him snicker while he wiped off his cock on Tina's fount, smearing a gluey house-made portmanteau word of saliva and jizz across her impertinence like they were his cum rags. Seizing the moment, she took a gasping breath and tried to choke down as lots air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat rooster in her mouth !"she heard a feminine interpreter cheer from a mates rows back in the crowd. That one got a rise out of the crowd of onlookers, who chimed in with a chorus of laughter. Without another 2d 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 brim before she could even close down her mouth.

It continued like that for various blurry hours, passing Tina's head from one set of mitt to another like a hand-down, pass-around fleshlight that just happened to take a big draught of air every now and then between Roger Sessions of guzzling down a helping of cum heterosexual person from the tap. Tina knocked back each shot of embarrassing glue, horking them down as quickly as they could feast them to her. It wasn't until the 6th load that she began to suppose back, wondering how she went from putting on a reduce, figure-flaunting black dress that showed off her bubbly ass in the comfort of her own dorm rooms hours before - or days before, she conceded to herself that she had no very way of knowing for for sure - to slurping down piping-hot loads of jizz like it was her understanding for getting out of bed in the morning.

***

"Tina, what the fuck ? We've ‘ got ta go !"rang a voice from across the other face of the dorm room.

"I'm working on it !"Tina guessing back to her dormitory roommate. She was in the middle of cramming her jiggling rump down into a dress that was a all size too small. The stretched-thin silk clung to her bend like saran wrap and the hem at the bottom rode up so obscenely gamy that it showed off more than a breath of her ass. Tina figured that this dress, albeit kind of gratuitous, she admitted, would evidence off her flirty face. She admired herself in the mirror for a instant, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her deep John Brown bob-style haircut and straightened her thick-frame spectacles. She pushed up on her chirpy B-cup tits, making sure they featured prominently on her chest and what segmentation she had was on display in the frock neckline that plunged down to just above her middle. Tonight, she would be that cool female child from the freshman grade that was sexy, witty, and always said the correct thing - and everyone would want to get her number.

"You look like a roll in the hay slut,"her roomy snorted from somewhere behind her. Tina whirled around on her blackguard and stuck up her center finger in the focusing of the voice.

"shag you, Ari."

"Look, fille, if you are tryin'to get fucked tonight, you couldn't have potential picked out a better clothes for the occasion. In fact, you probably wouldn't have to do much.."Tina noticed Arielle's voice trail off into zero, and then felt a pair of handwriting clamp down onto the paper-thin black textile and Yankee upwards. Tina's ass all but spilled out of the framework and bounced animatedly for an unplowed 5 or 6 seconds.

"What the roll in the hay, Ari ? !"Tina protested, smacking at Arielle's hands while she fought to squirm the attire back down into office. Defeated, Arielle laughed and turned away, heading for the front room access of their shared living space.

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

Tina looked back at her flatly and seemed to study her roommate's word of honor for all of a instant. After a beat, she crossed her arms with a huff and rolled her eyes.

"looking, I'm just trying to take a dependable meter. If I find someone to fuck, so be it. I'm not exactly going out looking for that to encounter, either."

"Whatever you say !"Ari returned, already most of the way through the doorway 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 door as the pair of them strode out into the hallway of the placidity dormitory hallway. She didn't realize until she was sliding into the backseat of their party chariot that she had forgot to put any pantie 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 passenger window.

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

"Suck his screwing 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 E. B. White sign emblazoned with the Greek lettering spelling out"Lambda Chi Theta"across the top beam supported by a row of Doric pillars. For those not in a fraternity, the English spelling of"Lambda Chi Theta"was also written out side by side to their Greek counterparts, which Tina thought was rather considerate. She scowled at her roomy and offered her another look-over of her tallest finger before glancing back at the Uber driver and mouthing a silent"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the driveway behind her friend, she found herself ineffective to take the air quickly in her cling-wrap dress and 3-inch"fuck me"( or, what she considered to be"notice me") heels. She skipped past a couple on masses already laying out in the grass in front end of the grand old house who were appearing to conduct the age-old and time-honored brotherhood tradition of getting shitfaced drunk and passing out with a cup of beer still in manus. The closer she got to the front of the building, the to a greater extent she could finger the bass threaded through the dance music emanating from the party thumping her in the chest with every throb. She arrived on the front end steps 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 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 amount of effort involved, heaved it open. The soundtrack to the house party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the ecumenical tumult of piles of conversations occurring throughout the party at the same fourth dimension. People were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting chit-chat at a decibel level apropos that of cheering at a rollick result. Arielle glanced back with a deep in thought look on her grimace and locked her finger around Tina's wrist just before darting into the battle royal. Tina jostled passed multitude while struggling to proceed gait 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 Sardina pilchardus can of human being being, as was the nature of frat parties.

"Ari, slow down !"Tina protested, pulling her arm back as they crossed through a hallway lined with get on beast heads and ‘ Class of 1997'fraternity group pic in opulent, gold-leafed underframe."Where are you even going ?"

"passing to get laid, stupid !"

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

"Yeah, I'm going to go solicit up with this guy I met in class. He told me to meet him in one of these stake 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 real bitch, you know that ? And who's the bawd, again ?"

Arielle responded through a shrug, then spin on a bounder and continued down the hallway towards one of the many sleeping room with closed doors, no incertitude occupied by similar casual hookups.

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

Tina pursed her lips and sighed. She was totally alone now, but at to the lowest degree she had her beer. She peered down into it for a here and now, noticed it's slightly strange color, but elected to down it anyway. She polished off the boozing and let the cup crepuscle from her deal to the floor to join the former handful of trampled empties, and then she headed in the opposite direction of Arielle.

***

After a self-coloured half-hour of milling about the castle-esque fraternity sign, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her dress to go on it from riding up too high and exposing her forget pantie, she found herself as an looker-on of a yoke of frat male child playing beer pong on either face of a rickety batting order table. By this meter, she had accepted too many potable that seemed much stronger than your median fresh-from-the-keg brew, but they tasted sugariness and they went down like water supply, so she kept on drinking them as fast as they were handed to her. When she felt words tumbling out of her lip while she stood beside the ongoing game, she was a passenger in the operation of her own inebriated duo of escaped lips.

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

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

"That so, huh ? What's your name, 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 insobriety.".. Tina, duh,"she finished.

"Tina. Cute. Okay, Tina,"the backwards-hat wearing 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 promote the stake. A phone identification number doesn't necessarily think of anything, does it ?"Tim replied in number."I don't know, Pat, we might take in to give her up the ante on round two to something I couldn't uncovering 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 back seat as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to goad drunk Tina further and further down whatever rabbit maw she has embedded herself in. At the beer niff tabular array, her give-and-take of encouragement spurned an gumptious biz of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. Moments later, Tina was scrawling her sound numeral into the outstretched medal of the master 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 waistline and smacked right down onto her jiggling posterior. With his free hand, he plucked the cup of mystery hooch out of her occupied hand and set it down on the floor beside the makeshift beer pong table.

"Get under the board, Tina."

"Uh, what does this birth 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 succeeding daily round of the game. The night was going well. She gave out her identification number, she's been flirting with a twain of hot frat boy, and she has had a lot of liquor. As she pulled away from St. Patrick's release grasp, she felt him swat her ass and spurn her forward. She shrieked playfully, tip-toeing toward the add-in table. When she dropped to her knees on the hardwood level, a dozen partygoers got an all-access pass to the viewing political party of Tina's tight, pink pussy and cockle son of a bitch. Tina settled in the heart, halfway between either end of the short table.

"Alright, drop ‘ em !"

Each pair of ramification on either side of the mesa wriggled slightly, and then both frat boys dropped their drawers down to the ankles and exposed their throbbing, veiny pecker that dangled down in between their legs. Tina's eyes went wide, and she quickly snatched up the red plastic cup of alcohol from the floor beside her for a solid state 5 seconds of chugging.

"Tina !"she could hear Patrick call from up on the topside of the table."When you hear somebody grievance on one end of the the board, you go to the face-to-face position and get to work. You got that ?"Tina, still stunned that she has found herself under the table between a span of frat boy cock.

"Y-yeah.. ! I can do that !"she squeaked out from the business position of the table. Tina, at this point in time, was committed. She set out tonight to have fun, and to pull in her foundation to college life history. The line of products between drunk Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all night, and wino Tina was the one coming out on top. wino Tina wanted to suck up some turncock. Seconds later, she had one an in away from her font.

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the stream points leader, Tim. She decided to try and her well to do as she was told. She had only soak up 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 use up a page out of porn video she had seen and hocked a load of spit right onto the head word of the fuckstick bounce in forepart of her face. She could try a catcalling pennywhistle ring out from the topside of the table, which only encouraged her. Tina gingerly leant in and popped her luscious fuckpillow lips around the question of the cock she was obligated to lactate, and that's when she heard the clod bounce across the table again. syncope, slick, slurping dissonance started to regularly intermingle with the early sounds of the party while Tina eagerly sucked down in after in of the Patrick's bitchbreaker. Her lips rode down his ray of light as far as she could swot into her mouth, then back up the way she came. She could feel his girthy pole resting on her tongue while she toiled away.

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

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

A muffle, plastic-on-plastic chap marked Tim nailing a scene into the cups on the other side of the table, and Tina immediately pulled her mouth off from St. Patrick's slobber-coated throat clogger with a"pop !"before turning about and crawling on her hands and knees over to the former incline of the table. She was greeted by another severe fraternity boy cock, except this time there was a sparse white logical argument of powder running down from the base of operations to the head. She hesitated.

"seed on, Tina, it's just a little something for all your laborious workplace. It 's just something to hit you feel salutary. Just give sure you get me all the way down to the fundament like a good girl."

She continued to sit and see this. She was wino, which opened her up to the approximation of sucking some random frat cock, but the encounter of being face-to-face with the choice of stretching her lips around another slab of sum and a side order of severely drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making outgrowth. But Tina had seen masses railing lines of coke off of coffee 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 political party foul, and she wasn't about to make that on her college repute before she so much as finished her first year. Tina opened her mouth, and lurched forward.

Within a nictation, and accompanied by a healthy, throat gurgle, Tina was making out with the stem of Tim's prick. She spluttered hard on his cock, blowing bubbles of spit that turned into dripping track of goo that dribbled down her Chin and onto his balls. Tina wasn't so concerned with what was coming out of her sass compared to what had just went into it. The euphoric rush of the high sent her into the stratosphere. Everything else melted away ; the bunch was gone, the tabular array was gone, and the music quieted down to a voicelessness. The only matter left in her mind was her, and the addictive putz she was charged with deep throating.

***

"Did she do it ?"Patrick asked, having stopped trying to score at beer pong a few transactions 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 cup and ping-pong balls clattering down to the floor. What was left in its station, situated between the pair of them and on broad display for anybody matter to in seeing some fresher company loose woman go to township on a prick, was Tina cobbler, who was high gear out of her mind and eagerly bobbing her head back and Forth on Tim's 8-inch shaft. Patrick knelt down and met no resistance whatsoever from their cock-addicted dicksucker when he pushed up her attire up over her ass and to her waist. He crouched over Tina's pasty, pale-white fat ass, lined up his cock with her pussy and rubbed his bellend back and forth in her warm entrance.

"This muddy bitch is wet !"Patrick laughed right before he dropped his hips and impaled Tina on his hammer. He started hammering away at her bitch, and clapped one of his custody down firmly onto her rhythmically jiggling ass cheek while he mounted her. Onlookers had started crowding around as soon as Patrick announced".. fraternity house cumdump,"telephone set tv camera trained on the depraved appearance 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 screwing panty. She had to have wanted this from the start."

"Did you see her dress ?"

Tina was flying too high to ingest any ignominy for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this mouth-watering cock that was being drive into her backtalk, and the exact moment when some other monolithic rod slid deep into her desperate, aching pussy. She could palpate 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 rescue an open-handed palm smack to her bouncing keister which would throw her tense up and pinch as the spank sent an electric electric shock across her cutis and right up her vertebral column. Her ass felt like it was on attack after about a dozen spanks, and that was when Patrick plunged a wetted thumb into her asshole. Her oculus rolled back behind her fluttering eyelid while she continued to smoke Tim's celestial pole with the mussy approach path that only a drunk, gamy frat slut could.

In her sex, drugs, and putz induced shock, she was intent on making a name for herself. While Patrick's nutsack slapping pendulously into her belly, Tina set to lick on Tim. She slithered her tongue back and forth, massaging the bottom of his shaft while he bucked his hips forward into her fuckhole. She clamped her lips down, sucking mightily until her puffer lips formed a vacuum stamp around the man-meat in her well-lubricated throat. She flicked her eyes up, tilted her Kuki back, and batted her foresightful, fake lashes up at Tim to advocate him on to plow 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 Admiralty mile away from her. The neck of a humble pipe 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 utmost hit of blow and conked out with her throat still stuffed wax of frat shaft ; Tim's cock, as she recalled, who well-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 class. She had given Tim the doe-eyed"please fuck me harder"spirit, and all this college party boy seemed to be concerned with as far as her expression is concerned is how to hold another makeup coating 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 tariff. She watched, enraptured, as her nameless cooperator stroked his pulsing member right hand in front end of her face. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue fall out of the straw man of her boldness and openly drool down a streak of throatlube down onto the carpet beneath her.

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

She closed her middle as she felt the first filament of cream sputter onto her features and start out plastering on her skin. As she breathed a flabby moan, another rope strung between the tip of her nose and the flat of her well-traveled cockcleaner tongue. A couple of spunk shots landed on her frontal bone and in her tomentum, and she took it all just as she had taken every early consignment that nighttime - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may have just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roommate's spokesperson. The whole tone of her friend's voice was a mixture of care and confusion, but the future thing she knew she was being helped up onto her feet in the centre of the gang. Arielle had pushed through the crew and was holding Tina by the shoulder joint with either of her outstretched arms. Tina was wobbly on her two feet because she hadn't been on them in several hours, so she essentially leaned into the support joists her roomy 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 word picture of you everywhere. Are you covered in cum ?"

Tina felt a smiling form on the corners of her cum-stained lips.

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

Arielle was just trying to help, Tina figured. She had come back from her own random hookup to find her shy, socially-inept roomy the center of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the party with a pulsation and a unvoiced stopcock given a one-way ticket to blowing a load into one of her 3 maw. However, Tina didn't deficiency to go home. Earlier in the evening, she had put on the skankiest bootleg dress she could see, tope herself stupid person, and then willingly blew two fraternity boys over a secret plan of beer pong. She knew what she wanted to do - and that was to hold open partying.

"Hey, Ari ?"Tina said softly, leaning into her 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 adjacent ? ”