Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained knowingness it was on her stifle in the centre of having her mouth 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 content to continue ramming his hips into her look, 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 emit while he did it. He twisted his hand over in her haircloth, redoubling the fistful of curly brunette curl he was using to maintain his toy in position. She could sense a few filament of her tomentum fray and pop while he bared down on her, and that didn't slow him down even a bit. Each time his genitalia bounced off of her mouth and nose, his cock 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 end up here. Who wants the next routine at this nasty tart ? !"Tina could try his far-off voice booming overtop of her choking stochasticity and the crowd that she, as she was suddenly and unshakably aware, was standing around them. While this anonymous frat boy's peter pistoned in and out of her well-used throat, fuzzy details became more clear. She realized she was still in the frat house that she started the evening off by entering. She realized that her knees were sore as fucking, and sunk into the grimy carpet of the Lambda Chi Theta house not bad room. She also realized that the the great unwashed gathered around her were cheering, shouting, whistling, and otherwise applauding the debaucherous spectacle. She was the center of attention there on the floor, and the defacto fraternity house cocotte, college newcomer Tina Shoemaker.

"I'll withdraw her next ! I've been waiting all dark 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 possess her after me ! It's not like she's going anywhere. She's been taking dick after dick for hours."

"I've ‘ got ta cum first, boys ! This fornicatress has been doing a damn fine job polishing my ray, and I've got to commit her a little tip for her prominent service !"

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

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

Without any warning, the rowdy jock making use of her topmost cock-accommodating orifice reached down and wrapped one of his glove around Tina's pharynx. He clenched down with his finger, spirit on choking her while he thrust his pipe right past her palatine tonsil and let a massive rush of tinder flood straight down the back of her throat. With his helping hand viced around her cervix, 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 typeface she didn't recognize and chugged down his cum. It took several glugs, but she managed to hold back chugging until he had drained his nut into her stomach.

All of the sudden, Tina felt her foreland rushing backwards and the cock that was lodged in her throat was wrenched out, leaving her dangling for a moment with her mouth agape and splattered with muggy spit. She could hear him snicker while he wiped off his cock on Tina's face, smearing a sticky house-made blend of expectoration and jizz across her cheeks like they were his cum rag. Seizing the moment, she took a gasping breathing time and tried to fret down as much air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat cock in her back talk !"she heard a feminine representative sunniness from a span rows back in the crowd. That one got a rise out of the crowd of onlookers, who chimed in with a Greek chorus of laughter. Without another second spared for her to catch one's breath, she felt one hand passing her hair and another one snatch it up. Then, another girthy schlong was stuffed in between her lip before she could even close her mouth.

It continued like that for respective blurry hours, passing Tina's principal from one set of manus to another like a hand-me-down, pass-around fleshlight that just happened to consume a big draught of air every now and then between Roger Huntington Sessions of guzzling down a helping of cum straight from the tap. Tina knocked back each nip of pasty glue, horking them down as quickly as they could feed them to her. It wasn't until the 6th load that she began to think back, wondering how she went from putting on a slim down, figure-flaunting pitch-dark frock that showed off her champagne ass in the comfort of her own dorm room hours before - or days before, she conceded to herself that she had no real 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 vox from across the other side of the dormitory 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 dress that was a whole size too small. The stretched-thin silk clung to her curve ball like saran wrap and the hem at the derriere rode up so obscenely high that it showed off more than a tinge of her ass. Tina figured that this dress, albeit form of gratis, she admitted, would evince off her flirty side. She admired herself in the mirror for a instant, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her mysterious John 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 breast and what cleavage she had was on display in the apparel neckline that plunged down to just above her diaphragm. Tonight, she would be that chill missy from the freshman class that was sexy, witty, and always said the redress matter - and everyone would desire to get her number.

"You look like a shag slut,"her roommate snorted from somewhere behind her. Tina whirled around on her hound and stuck up her middle finger in the instruction of the voice.

"Fuck you, Ari."

"Look, miss, if you are tryin'to get bed tonight, you couldn't have potential picked out a near attire for the occasion. In fact, you probably wouldn't have to do much.."Tina noticed Arielle's phonation trail off into nix, and then felt a duo of paw clamp down onto the paper-thin blackness material and Northerner upwards. Tina's ass all but spilled out of the material and bounced animatedly for an unbroken 5 or 6 seconds.

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

"The fact that having your dress pulled up around your waist didn't picture me all that much More than what I could see with it down should really secern you something about the substance 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 coat of arms with a huff and rolled her eyes.

"aspect, I'm just trying to feature a good metre. If I find someone to fuck, so be it. I'm not exactly going out looking for that to happen, either."

"Whatever you say !"Ari returned, already most of the way through the threshold by the time Tina finished defending her wardrobe choices for the evening. Tina started after her, snatching up her phone on the way out the door as the duo of them strode out into the hallway of the quiet dorm hallway. She didn't realize until she was sliding into the backseat of their party chariot that she had forgot to put any panty on, and by then she couldn't be bothered to go back.

***

Tina swung the car doorway shut with a loud"whump"and leaned over the threshold in the open rider window.

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

"sucking his screw shaft, 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 person house emblazoned with the Hellene inscription 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 next to their Greek counterparts, which Tina thought was rather considerate. She scowled at her roommate and offered her another look-over of her tall finger before glancing back at the Uber driver and mouthing a silent"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the driveway behind her admirer, she found herself unable to walk quickly in her cling-wrap dress and 3-inch"fuck me"( or, what she considered to be"notice me") heels. She skipped past a couple people already laying out in the grass in forepart of the terrific old home who were appearing to conduct the age-old and time-honoured fraternity tradition of getting shitfaced drunk and passing out with a cup of beer still in handwriting. The finisher she got to the front of the building, the more she could finger the sea bass threaded through the dance music emanating from the political party thumping her in the chest of drawers with every throbbing. She arrived on the front whole tone just as Arielle was knocking on the enormous slab of oak that was the front door.

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

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

"After you."

Arielle pushed on the door and, with no small amount of attempt involved, heaved it subject. The soundtrack to the theater party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the universal katzenjammer of dozens of conversations occurring throughout the party at the same time. People were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting chin wagging at a decibel level apropos that of cheering at a sporting result. Arielle glanced back with a bemused facial expression on her boldness and locked her fingers around Tina's articulatio radiocarpea just before darting into the melee. Tina jostled passed people while struggling to keep yard 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 story alcohol along the way through the sardine can of human beings, as was the nature of fraternity parties.

"Ari, slacken down !"Tina protested, pulling her arm back as they crossed through a hallway lined with mount fleshly principal and ‘ Class of 1997'fraternity radical picture in opulent, gold-leafed frame."Where are you even going ?"

"Going to get laid, pudden-head !"

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

"Yeah, I'm going to go hook up with this guy I met in socio-economic class. 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 party before I snuck off. Go have some fun !"

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

Arielle responded through a shrug, then spun on a heel and continued down the hallway towards one of the many chamber with closed doorway, no doubt occupied by alike casual hookups.

"Don't get into too a great deal 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 colouration, but elected to shoot down it anyway. She polished off the drunkenness and let the cup fall from her hand to the base to fall in the other handful of tread empties, and then she headed in the opposite instruction of Arielle.

***

After a solid half-hour of milling about the castle-esque fraternity house, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her dress to prevent it from riding up too mellow and exposing her forgotten panties, she found herself as an onlooker of a span of frat boy playing beer pong on either sides of a rickety batting order board. By this fourth dimension, she had accepted too many drinking that seemed much stronger than your medium 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 passenger in the military operation of her own inebriated pair of unloosen lips.

"Whoever wins this next bout gets my earphone number !"Meanwhile, the sober Tina, planted in the back prat, internally nodded her favourable reception at drunk Tina's bravery.

The one with the ping-pong ball in his mitt halted mid-throw and smirked, glancing over at the girl who had just put herself up as a prize for their chance biz.

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I'm good with that. I just hope we get to provoke the interest. A phone number doesn't necessarily mean anything, does it ?"Tim replied in turn."I don't know, Pat, we might let to have her up the ante on round two to something I couldn't find on her Facebook profile."Tim glanced over at Tina, arching his supercilium as if to prompt a response.

"We'll see, boys !"Tina responds, with somber Tina still incredulously watching on from the hind rump as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to goad drunk Tina further and further down whatever lapin gob she has embedded herself in. At the beer pong tabular array, her words of boost spurned an energetic biz of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. Moments later, Tina was scrawling her phone bit into the outstretched palm tree 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 deal around her waist and smacked right down onto her jiggling tush. With his free mitt, he plucked the cup of whodunit hooch out of her occupied handwriting and set it down on the trading floor beside the makeshift beer pong table.

"Get under the table, Tina."

"Uh, what does this hold to do with the plot ?"

"Just do it, sexy. You said we could up the ante, didn't you ?"

Tina shrugged and decided to go along with this side by side round of the biz. The night was going well. She gave out her issue, she's been flirting with a couple of hot fraternity male child, and she has had a lot of hard liquor. As she pulled away from Patrick's free 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 articulatio genus on the hardwood floor, a 12 partygoers got an all-access pass to the viewing party of Tina's tight, pink pussy and puckered bastard. Tina settled in the heart and soul, halfway between either end of the unawares table.

"Alright, fall ‘ em !"

Each pair of leg on either side of meat of the board wriggled slightly, and then both fraternity boys dropped their pants down to the ankles and exposed their throbbing, veiny cocks that dangled down in between their wooden leg. Tina's heart went wide, and she quickly snatched up the red shaping cup of alcoholic beverage from the floor beside her for a solid state 5 indorsement of chugging.

"Tina !"she could hear Patrick call from up on the topside of the tabular array."When you hear someone score on one end of the the table, you go to the opposite face and get to play. You got that ?"Tina, still stunned that she has found herself under the table between a twosome of frat boy turncock.

"Y-yeah.. ! I can do that !"she squeaked out from the job position of the table. Tina, at this pointedness, was committed. She set out tonight to have fun, and to piss her unveiling to college lifespan. The seam between drunk Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all night, and salute Tina was the one coming out on top. drunkard Tina wanted to suck some cock. Seconds later, she had one an inch away from her face.

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the stream points drawing card, Tim. She decided to try and her best to do as she was told. She had only give suck one cock before, and that was her in high spirits schooltime beau. It didn't go well. Determined to do better this time, she decided to try and guide a page out of porn television she had seen and hocked a consignment of spitting right onto the chief of the fuckstick bounce in front of her face. She could get word a catcalling tin 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 chunk bouncing across the table again. Faint, slickness, slurping noises started to regularly intermingle with the other auditory sensation of the political party while Tina eagerly sucked down inch after inch of the St. Patrick's bitchbreaker. Her brim rode down his dick as far as she could cram into her mouthpiece, then back up the way she came. She could palpate his girthy pole resting on her tongue while she toiled away.

"This female child 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 muffled, plastic-on-plastic wisecrack marked Tim nailing a dig into the loving cup on the other position of the board, and Tina immediately pulled her sassing off from Patrick's slobber-coated throat clogger with a"pop !"before turning about and crawling on her paw and knees over to the other side of the table. She was greeted by another firmly fraternity boy cock, except this time there was a thin white line of merchandise of gunpowder running down from the base to the head. She hesitated.

"Come on, Tina, it's just a little something for all your hard piece of work. It 's just something to make water you feel in effect. Just piss sure you get me all the way down to the understructure like a good girl."

She continued to sit and consider this. She was drunk, which opened her up to the idea of sucking some random fraternity cock, but the face-off of being face-to-face with the option of stretching her back talk around another slab of meat and a face guild of knockout drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making summons. But Tina had seen people railing wrinkle of coke off of coffee tables, countertops, and bare asscheeks all throughout the political 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 have that on her college report before she so much as finished her number 1 yr. Tina opened her mouth, and lurched forward.

Within a winking, and accompanied by a healthy, pharynx gurgle, Tina was making out with the base of Tim's cock. She spluttered hard on his cock, blowing bubbles of saliva that turned into dripping track of goo that dribbled down her chin and onto his ballock. Tina wasn't so refer with what was coming out of her mouth compared to what had just went into it. The euphoric charge of the high sent her into the stratosphere. Everything else melted away ; the crowd was gone, the table was gone, and the medicine quieted down to a whisper. The lone thing left in her mind was her, and the addictive cock she was charged with deep throating.

***

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

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

"aspect like we've got us a new fraternity house cumdump !"

Patrick deftly overturned the tabular array onto its side which sent the cups and Ping-Pong ballock clattering down to the floor. What was left in its place, situated between the pair of them and on full display for anybody interested in seeing some first-year party slut go to Town on a dick, was Tina cobbler, who was senior high school out of her mind and eagerly bobbing her brain back and forth on Tim's 8-inch shaft. Patrick knelt down and met no resistivity whatsoever from their cock-addicted dicksucker when he pushed up her dress up over her ass and to her shank. He crouched over Tina's pasty, pale-white fat ass, lined up his cock with her kitty-cat and rubbed his bellend back and Forth River in her warm entrance.

"This lousy kick is wet !"St. Patrick laughed right before he dropped his hips and impaled Tina on his cock. He started hammering away at her cunt, and clapped one of his hands down firmly onto her rhythmically jiggling ass cheek while he mounted her. Onlookers had started crowding around as soon as Saint Patrick announced".. frat house cumdump,"speech sound photographic camera trained on the depraved display 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 fucking pantie. She had to have wanted this from the start."

"Did you see her attire ?"

Tina was flying too mellow to have any disgrace for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this mouth-watering cock that was being thrust into her mouth, and the exact bit when some other massive rod slid deep into her desperate, aching cunt. She could feel him, through the fog of her signified, driving in and out of her dripping wet gob like he owned it. Frankly, he might as well have. Every so often, Patrick would deliver an open-handed medallion smack to her bounce can which would make her tense up and squeeze as the spank sent an electric blow across her skin and right up her spine. Her ass felt like it was on attack 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 pole with the mussy approach that only a rummy, high frat fornicatress could.

In her sex, drugs, and dick induced stupor, she was spirit on making a gens for herself. While Patrick's nutsack slapping pendulously into her belly, Tina set to work on Tim. She slithered her spit back and forth, massaging the underside of his tool while he bucked his coxa forward into her fuckhole. She clamped her lips down, sucking mightily until her pufferfish backtalk formed a vacuum SEAL around the man-meat in her well-lubricated throat. She flicked her eyeball up, tilted her Kuki-Chin back, and batted her recollective, fake lashes up at Tim to urge him on to regale 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 mi 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 hit of coke and conked out with her pharynx still stuffed replete of frat cock ; Tim's cock, as she recalled, who nearly certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the moment. This clip, the one shag her face was from her 3:00PM biota socio-economic class. She had given Tim the doe-eyed"please fuck me severe"smell, and all this college political party boy seemed to be concerned with as far as her nerve is concerned is how to apply another physical composition covering of his nutbutter. On queue, she felt the intimate champion of having her hair yanked back and her throat becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of duty. She watched, enraptured, as her unnamed cooperator stroked his pulsing penis right in front of her face. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue fall out of the strawman of her face and openly drool down a bar of throatlube down onto the carpet beneath her.

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

She closed her oculus as she felt the first string of cream splatter onto her feature and set out plastering on her skin. As she breathed a soft moan, another rope strung between the tip of her olfactory organ and the flat of her well-traveled cockcleaner knife. A couple of spunk slam landed on her forehead and in her hair, and she took it all just as she had taken every other cargo that night - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may stimulate just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roomy's interpreter. The step of her friend's voice was a smorgasbord of concern and confusion, but the next thing she knew she was being helped up onto her feet in the middle of the crowd. Arielle had pushed through the gang and was holding Tina by the shoulder with either of her outstretched munition. Tina was wobbly on her two understructure because she hadn't been on them in several hours, so she essentially leaned into the musical accompaniment 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 moving-picture show of you everywhere. Are you covered in cum ?"

Tina felt a grinning form on the box of her cum-stained lips.

"looking, 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 roommate the center of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the party with a pulse and a hard rooster given a one-way just the ticket to blowing a load into one of her 3 holes. However, Tina didn't want to go plate. Earlier in the evening, she had put on the skankiest inglorious dress she could find, pledge herself stupid, and then willingly screw up two fraternity boys over a plot 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 roomy at her vertebral column, Tina turned away and looked back at her crowd of new housemates and licked her lips.

"Who wants me side by side ? ”