Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained consciousness it was on her knees in the heart of having her rima oris 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 lip as their own personal masturbatory aid mental object to continue ramming his hips into her face, bucking and rutting away. He was fucking Tina's throat raw, and didn't seem to deal whether or not she was witting or could suspire while he did it. He twisted his hand over in her fuzz, redoubling the handful of curly brunette locks he was using to keep his toy in blank space. She could palpate 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 fourth dimension his genitals bounced off of her mouth and nose, his dick plunged 8 or 9 in down into her gorge, and she let go of a gurgling"g-lurgh"that came rolling up out of her throat.

"I'm about to eat up up here. Who wants the next bout at this nasty woman of the street ? !"Tina could hear his far-off voice booming overtop of her strangulation randomness 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 throat, fuzzy details became more assoil. 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 nooky, and sunk into the grungy carpeting of the Lambda Chi Theta house great room. She also realized that the citizenry gathered around her were cheering, shouting, whistling, and otherwise applauding the debaucherous spectacle. She was the center of aid there on the floor, and the defacto frat business firm whore, college freshman Tina Shoemaker.

"I'll take her next ! I've been waiting all dark for my fortune with at least one of her fuckholes !"

"C'mon, what the fuck, man ? I said I had her side by side !"

"Yeah, and you can hold 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 give her a piddling tip for her outstanding armed service !"

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

"Shut the shag up. I want to hear her deepthroating, not your bitching."

Without any warning, the yobo jockstrap making use of her uppermost cock-accommodating porta reached down and wrapped one of his manus around Tina's throat. He clenched down with his finger's breadth, intent on choking her while he thrust his pipe right past her tonsil and let a monolithic flush of spunk flood straight down the back of her pharynx. With his hired man viced around her neck opening, Tina didn't have much of a choice of whether or not she swallowed his latest deposit into her belly. She looked up, through bleary and tear-stricken eyes, at the frat boy whose human face she didn't recognize and chugged down his cum. It took respective glugs, but she managed to continue chugging until he had drained his egg into her stomach.

All of the sudden, Tina felt her foreland rush backwards and the cock that was lodged in her throat was wrenched out, leaving her hanging for a moment with her sass agape and splattered with sticky spit. She could discover him snicker while he wiped off his dick on Tina's aspect, smearing a sticky house-made blend of tongue and jizz across her cheeks like they were his cum rag week. Seizing the moment, she took a gasp breath and tried to choke down as much air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat cock in her mouthpiece !"she heard a feminine voice cheer from a duet rows back in the bunch. That one got a rise out of the crowd of looker-on, who chimed in with a chorus of laughter. Without another second spared for her to breathe, she felt one hand tone ending her hair and another one snatch it up. Then, another girthy schlong was stuffed in between her lips before she could even fold her mouth.

It continued like that for various blurry hours, passing Tina's head from one set of hired hand to another like a hand-down, pass-around fleshlight that just happened to take a big gulp of air every now and then between sessions of guzzling down a helping of cum heterosexual person from the tap. Tina knocked back each shooter of embarrassing gum, horking them down as quickly as they could feed them to her. It wasn't until the 6th cargo that she began to suppose back, wondering how she went from putting on a slight, figure-flaunting mordant dress that showed off her bubbly ass in the comfort of her own residence hall rooms hours before - or days before, she conceded to herself that she had no real number way of knowing for sure - to slurping down piping-hot scads of jizz like it was her reason for getting out of bed in the morning.

***

"Tina, what the piece of ass ? We've ‘ got ta go !"rang a voice from across the former incline of the dorm room.

"I'm working on it !"Tina scene back to her residence hall roommate. She was in the midriff of cramming her jiggling rump down into a wearing apparel that was a whole size too belittled. The stretched-thin silk clung to her bend like saran wrap and the hem at the hindquarters rode up so obscenely gamy that it showed off more than a hint of her ass. Tina figured that this dress, albeit form of gratuitous, she admitted, would record off her flirty English. She admired herself in the mirror for a moment, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her thick brown bob-style haircut and straightened her thick-frame eyeglasses. She pushed up on her perky B-cup breast, making sure enough they featured prominently on her chest 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 chill girl from the freshman class that was sexy, witty, and always said the properly thing - and everyone would desire to get her number.

"You look like a fucking hussy,"her roommate snorted from somewhere behind her. Tina whirled around on her hound and stuck up her halfway finger in the focal point of the voice.

"roll in the hay you, Ari."

"tone, girl, if you are tryin'to get fucked tonight, you couldn't have possible picked out a dear dress for the social occasion. In fact, you probably wouldn't have to do much.."Tina noticed Arielle's voice trail off into nothing, and then felt a pair of hands clamp down onto the paper-thin black material and Yankee-Doodle upwards. Tina's ass all but spilled out of the fabric and bounced animatedly for an unbroken 5 or 6 seconds.

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

"The fact that having your apparel pulled up around your shank didn't show me all that much more than 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 consider her roommate's intelligence for all of a moment. After a beat, she crossed her coat of arms with a huff and rolled her eyes.

"expression, I'm just trying to have a good time. If I find someone to have it off, 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 choices for the evening. Tina started after her, snatching up her phone on the way out the door as the duet 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 scanty on, and by then she couldn't be bothered to go back.

***

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

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

"suck his fucking pecker, too, while you're over there ! Come on, let's fucking go !"Arielle called out from behind her, already halfway up the private road in forepart of the the colonial-style white house emblazoned with the Grecian lettering spelling out"Lambda Chi Theta"across the top radio beam supported by a row of Doric pillars. For those not in a brotherhood, the side spelling of"Lambda Chi Theta"was also written out next to their Hellenic language vis-a-vis, which Tina thought was rather considerate. She scowled at her roomy and offered her another once-over of her marvelous digit before glancing back at the Uber driver and mouthing a silent"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the private road behind her friend, 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") blackguard. She skipped past a partner off mass already laying out in the Gunter Wilhelm Grass in front of the noble-minded old house who were appearing to conduct the age-old and time-honoured fraternity custom of getting shitfaced drunk and passing out with a cup of beer still in hand. The closer she got to the front of the edifice, the more she could experience the bass threaded through the dance music emanating from the party thumping her in the dresser with every throb. She arrived on the front steps just as Arielle was knocking on the tremendous slab of oak that was the front door.

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

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

"After you."

Arielle pushed on the room access and, with no small quantity of crusade involved, heaved it give. 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 same time. People were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting chit-chat at a decibel level apropos that of cheering at a boast event. Arielle glanced back with a bemused flavour on her fount and locked her fingerbreadth around Tina's wrist just before darting into the melee. Tina jostled passed people while struggling to keep footstep 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 inebriant along the way through the sardine can of human beings, as was the nature of frat parties.

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

"leaving to get laid, stupid !"

"What the roll in the hay ? 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 lift up with this guy I met in socio-economic class. He told me to meet him in one of these rear 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 number kick, you know that ? And who's the fancy woman, again ?"

Arielle responded through a shrug, then spin out on a dog and continued down the hall towards one of the many bedrooms with shut doors, no doubt occupied by similar everyday hookups.

"Don't get into too lots bother, roomie !"

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 moment, noticed it's slightly strange vividness, but elected to down it anyway. She polished off the drink and let the cup fall from her script to the floor to link up the other 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 frat home, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her attire to keep it from riding up too high and exposing her forgotten pantie, she found herself as an onlooker of a pair of fraternity male child playing beer pong on either side of a rickety card table. By this fourth dimension, she had accepted too many drinks that seemed much potent than your average fresh-from-the-keg brewage, 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 Scripture tumbling out of her mouth while she stood beside the ongoing game, she was a passenger in the operation of her own thrill pair of loose lips.

"Whoever wins this adjacent round gets my phone issue !"Meanwhile, the sober Tina, planted in the binding seat, internally nodded her approval at drunk Tina's bravery.

The one with the ping-pong ball in his hand halted mid-throw and smirked, glancing over at the girl who had just put herself up as a trophy for their casual secret plan.

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I'm good with that. I just hope we get to raise the wager. A phone number doesn't necessarily signify anything, does it ?"Tim replied in number."I don't know, Pat, we might have to have her up the ante on unit of ammunition two to something I couldn't find on her Facebook profile."Tim glanced over at Tina, arching his eyebrows as if to instigate 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 pickle she has embedded herself in. At the beer pong board, her intelligence of encouragement spurned an energetic game of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. Moments later, Tina was scrawling her headphone numeral into the outstretched palm 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 self watched nervously while he slid his manus around her waist and smacked right down onto her jiggling bottom. With his release mitt, he plucked the cup of whodunit hooch out of her tenanted hand and set it down on the storey beside the stopgap beer pong table.

"Get under the tabular array, Tina."

"Uh, what does this have 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 game. The night was going well. She gave out her number, she's been flirting with a pair of hot frat boys, and she has had a lot of booze. As she pulled away from Patrick's loose grip, she felt him swat her ass and spurn her forward. She shrieked playfully, tip-toeing toward the identity card table. When she dropped to her knees on the hardwood level, a dozen partygoers got an all-access pass to the viewing party of Tina's tight, pink pussy and pucker son of a bitch. Tina settled in the shopping mall, halfway between either end of the short table.

"Alright, dip ‘ em !"

Each pair of legs on either side of the table wriggled slightly, and then both frat boys dropped their gasp down to the ankles and exposed their throbbing, veiny rooster that dangled down in between their legs. Tina's center went wide, and she quickly snatched up the red plastic cup of alcohol from the floor beside her for a firm 5 instant of chugging.

"Tina !"she could hear Patrick call from up on the topside of the board."When you hear someone score on one end of the the mesa, you go to the opposite side and get to work. You got that ?"Tina, still stunned that she has found herself under the tabular array between a couple of fraternity boy prick.

"Y-yeah.. ! I can do that !"she squeaked out from the stage business side of the table. Tina, at this point, was committed. She set out tonight to take in fun, and to name her origination to college life sentence. The line between sot Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all night, and drunk Tina was the one coming out on top. sot Tina wanted to suck some cock. Seconds later, she had one an column inch away from her side.

"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 wet-nurse one cock before, and that was her high schooling swain. It didn't go well. Determined to do better this time, she decided to try and train a Thomas Nelson Page out of porn TV she had seen and hocked a encumbrance of expectoration right onto the head of the fuckstick bouncing in presence of her typeface. She could listen 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 pass of the cock she was obligated to suck, and that's when she heard the nut bouncing across the table again. Faint, slick, slurping noises started to regularly intermingle with the early sounds of the company while Tina eagerly sucked down column inch after inch of the Saint Patrick's bitchbreaker. Her brim rode down his light beam as far as she could cram into her sassing, then back up the way she came. She could find his girthy celestial pole resting on her natural language while she toiled away.

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

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

A mute, plastic-on-plastic crack marked Tim nailing a blastoff into the cupful on the early side of the table, and Tina immediately pulled her mouth off from Patrick's slobber-coated throat clogger with a"pop !"before turning about and crawling on her hands and knees over to the other side of the mesa. She was greeted by another backbreaking frat boy shaft, except this metre there was a sparse T. H. White note of powder running down from the base to the head. She hesitated.

"Come on, Tina, it's just a niggling something for all your intemperate study. It 's just something to make you finger upright. Just make sure you get me all the way down to the base like a good girl."

She continued to sit and conceive this. She was drunk, which opened her up to the idea of sucking some random frat tool, but the confrontation of being opposite with the option of stretching her backtalk around another slab of inwardness and a side parliamentary procedure of knockout drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making appendage. But Tina had seen citizenry railing lines of Coke off of coffee berry tables, 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 number one twelvemonth. Tina opened her backtalk, 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 rooster, blowing bubble of spittle that turned into dripping trails of goo that dribbled down her chin and onto his testicle. Tina wasn't so bear on with what was coming out of her backtalk compared to what had just went into it. The euphoric rush of the high school sent her into the stratosphere. Everything else melted away ; the crowd was gone, the tabular array was gone, and the music quieted down to a rustling. The only matter left in her mind was her, and the addictive cock she was charged with inscrutable throating.

***

"Did she do it ?"St. Patrick asked, having stopped trying to score at beer pong a few arcminute 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 theater cumdump !"

Saint Patrick deftly overturned the table onto its side which sent the cup and Ping-Pong testis clattering down to the floor. What was left in its billet, situated between the pair of them and on full display for anybody interested in seeing some fledgling party loose woman go to township on a dick, was Tina Shoemaker, who was high out of her judgement and eagerly bobbing her head back and forth on Tim's 8-inch shaft. Patrick knelt down and met no opposition whatsoever from their cock-addicted dicksucker when he pushed up her dress up over her ass and to her waistline. He crouched over Tina's pasty, pale-white fat ass, lined up his cock with her pussy and rubbed his bellend back and forth in her affectionate entrance.

"This sordid squawk 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 hired hand down firmly onto her rhythmically jiggling ass buttock while he mounted her. looker-on had started crowding around as soon as Patrick announced".. frat house cumdump,"phone camera 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 fucking step-in. She had to stimulate wanted this from the start."

"Did you see her dress ?"

Tina was flying too high to deliver any shame for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this mouth-watering cock that was being hurtle into her mouth, and the take moment when some former massive rod slid deeply into her desperate, aching pussy. She could feel him, through the fog of her horse sense, driving in and out of her dripping wet maw like he owned it. Frankly, he might as well have. Every so often, Patrick would deliver an open-handed palm tree nip to her bouncing derriere which would relieve oneself her tense up and twitch as the spank sent an electric jolt across her skin and right hand up her spine. Her ass felt like it was on fire after about a dozen spanks, and that was when Patrick plunged a wetted ovolo into her motherfucker. Her eye rolled back behind her fluttering eyelid while she continued to smoke Tim's pole with the mussy approach that only a sot, high frat slut could.

In her sex, drugs, and peter induced grogginess, she was intent on making a name for herself. While Patrick's nutsack slapping pendulously into her belly, Tina set to sour on Tim. She slithered her clapper 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 pufferfish sassing formed a emptiness seal around the man-meat in her well-lubricated throat. She flicked her eye up, tilted her mentum back, and batted her long, pretender lashes up at Tim to press 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 air mile away from her. The neck of a pocket-sized underground 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 terminal hit of coke and conked out with her pharynx still stuffed full of fraternity dick ; Tim's turncock, as she recalled, who virtually certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the moment. This time, the one roll in the hay her typeface was from her 3:00PM Biology course of instruction. She had given Tim the doe-eyed"please fuck me voiceless"look, and all this college party boy seemed to be concerned with as far as her typeface is concerned is how to apply another makeup covering of his nutbutter. On waiting line, she felt the familiar sensation of having her fuzz yanked back and her throat becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of tariff. She watched, enraptured, as her nameless collaborator stroked his pulsing member right in front line of her face. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue twilight out of the front of her fount and openly drool down a streak of throatlube down onto the carpet 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 centre as she felt the number one strand of cream splatter onto her characteristic and commence plastering on her hide. As she breathed a delicate moan, another circle strung between the tip of her nose and the apartment of her well-traveled cockcleaner tongue. A couple of spunk shots landed on her brow and in her hairsbreadth, and she took it all just as she had taken every other loading that night - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may have just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roomy's voice. The tone of voice of her friend's part was a mixture of concern and confusion, but the next matter she knew she was being helped up onto her understructure in the centre of the crowd. Arielle had pushed through the crowd and was holding Tina by the berm with either of her outstretched weapon. Tina was wobbly on her two feet because she hadn't been on them in several 60 minutes, so she essentially leaned into the support joists her roommate was offering while she looked dazedly onto her face.

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

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

"Look, I've got to get you family. 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 regain her shy, socially-inept roommate the center of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the party with a pulse and a hard cock given a one-way ticket to blowing a burden into one of her 3 holes. However, Tina didn't neediness to go rest home. Earlier in the evening, she had put on the skankiest black dress she could find, drank herself stunned, and then willingly vaunt two fraternity 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 roomy at her back, Tina turned away and looked back at her gang of new housemates and licked her lips.

"Who wants me next ? ”