Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained consciousness it was on her knees in the midsection of having her back talk 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 mouth as their own personal masturbatory aid subject to continue ramming his hips into her expression, bucking and rutting away. He was fucking Tina's throat raw, and didn't seem to care whether or not she was conscious or could catch one's breath while he did it. He twisted his hired man over in her hair, redoubling the fistful of curly brunette whorl he was using to hold his toy in spot. She could feel a few strand of her whisker 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 dick plunged 8 or 9 column inch 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 cease up here. Who wants the adjacent turn at this smutty whore ? !"Tina could learn his far-off voice booming overtop of her choking noise and the crowd that she, as she was suddenly and unshakably aware, was standing around them. While this anonymous fraternity boy's cock pistoned in and out of her well-used pharynx, fuzzy details became more straighten out. She realized she was still in the frat house that she started the eve off by entering. She realized that her knee joint were sore as screw, and sunk into the grimy carpet of the Lambda Chi Theta house great way. She also realized that the multitude gathered around her were cheering, shouting, whistling, and otherwise applauding the debaucherous spectacle. She was the center of care there on the floor, and the defacto frat house whore, college freshman Tina Shoemaker.

"I'll contract 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 next !"

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

"I've ‘ got ta cum first, boys ! This strumpet has been doing a damn fine job polishing my pecker, and I've got to cave in her a little tip for her spectacular service !"

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

"Shut the fuck up. I want to find out her deepthroating, not your bitching."

Without any warning, the rowdy jock making use of her uppermost cock-accommodating opening reached down and wrapped one of his mitts around Tina's throat. He clenched down with his finger, purport on choking her while he thrust his pipage right past her palatine tonsil and let a monumental rush of spunk flood straight down the book binding of her pharynx. With his hand viced around her neck, Tina didn't have much of a selection of whether or not she swallowed his latest depository into her belly. She looked up, through bleary 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 go along chugging until he had drained his balls into her stomach.

All of the sudden, Tina felt her head rushing backwards and the cock that was lodged in her throat was wrenched out, leaving her hanging for a minute with her sassing agape and splattered with awkward spittle. She could hear him snicker while he wiped off his cock on Tina's face, smearing a sticky house-made blend of saliva and jizz across her cheeks like they were his cum ragtime. Seizing the moment, she took a puff hint and tried to choke down as practically air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat cock in her mouth !"she heard a feminine voice sunshine from a couple 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 second spared for her to breathe, she felt one hand liberation her tomentum and another one kidnapping it up. Then, another girthy schlong was stuffed in between her lip before she could even fill up her mouth.

It continued like that for several blurry hours, passing Tina's head from one set of hands to another like a hand-me-down, pass-around fleshlight that just happened to hold a big gulping of air every now and then between sessions of guzzling down a helping of cum straight from the tap. Tina knocked back each shot of unenviable glue, horking them down as quickly as they could feed them to her. It wasn't until the 6th load that she began to mean back, wondering how she went from putting on a slim, figure-flaunting black garb that showed off her bubbly ass in the comfort of her own hall suite hours before - or days before, she conceded to herself that she had no really way of knowing for sure as shooting - to slurping down piping-hot lashings 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 vocalism from across the other side of the dorm room.

"I'm working on it !"Tina shot back to her dorm roommate. She was in the middle of cramming her jiggling rump down into a dress that was a hale size too small. The stretched-thin silk clung to her bend like saran wrapper and the hem at the tush rode up so obscenely high-pitched that it showed off more than a speck of her ass. Tina figured that this apparel, albeit variety of gratuitous, she admitted, would point off her flirty position. She admired herself in the mirror for a moment, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her bass brownish bob-style haircut and straightened her thick-frame glasses. She pushed up on her chirpy B-cup tits, making sure they featured prominently on her breast and what cleavage she had was on display in the frock neckline that plunged down to just above her diaphragm. Tonight, she would be that cool down girl from the freshman form that was sexy, witty, and always said the rightfulness 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 cad and stuck up her middle finger in the direction of the voice.

"fucking you, Ari."

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

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

"The fact that having your dress pulled up around your waist didn't evince 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 consider her roommate's words for all of a moment. After a round, she crossed her arms with a miff and rolled her eyes.

"Look, I'm just trying to have a in force time. If I find soul 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 threshold by the meter Tina finished defending her wardrobe choice for the evening. Tina started after her, snatching up her sound on the way out the door as the distich of them strode out into the hallway of the smooth dorm hallway. She didn't realize until she was sliding into the backseat of their political 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 room access shut with a loud"whump"and leaned over the room access in the spread out passenger window.

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

"Suck his fuck dick, too, while you're over there ! Come on, let's fucking go !"Arielle called out from behind her, already halfway up the driving force in front of the the colonial-style white house emblazoned with the Greek lettering spelling out"Lambda Chi Theta"across the top shaft of light supported by a row of Doric tower. For those not in a fraternity, the English language 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 driver and mouthing a mute"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the private road behind her Friend, she found herself unable 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 people already laying out in the grass in front of the grand old sign of the zodiac who were appearing to acquit the antique and time-honoured fraternity tradition of getting shitfaced sot and passing out with a cup of beer still in hand. The finisher she got to the figurehead of the construction, the to a greater extent she could palpate the freshwater bass threaded through the dance music emanating from the political party thumping her in the chest with every pounding. She arrived on the front line steps just as Arielle was knocking on the enormous slab of oak that was the front door.

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

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

"After you."

Arielle pushed on the door and, with no small sum of money of try involved, heaved it open. The soundtrack to the house party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the world-wide tumultuousness of lots of conversations occurring throughout the political party at the Saami time. mass were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting chit-chat at a decibel level apropos that of cheering at a gambol consequence. Arielle glanced back with a bemused look on her look and locked her finger around Tina's articulatio radiocarpea just before darting into the scrimmage. Tina jostled passed the great unwashed while struggling to maintain pace 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 intoxicant along the way through the sardine can of human organism, as was the nature of frat parties.

"Ari, slow down down !"Tina protested, pulling her arm back as they crossed through a hallway lined with mounted fauna heads and ‘ social class of 1997'frat chemical group photo in opulent, gold-leafed chassis."Where are you even going ?"

"sledding to get laid, dullard !"

"What the fuck ? Why do I have to total ?"Tina stammered, suddenly abrim with questions about her 1st and only college friend.

"Yeah, I'm going to go lift up with this guy I met in stratum. He told me to encounter him in one of these spine 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 spin out on a heel and continued down the hallway towards one of the many bedrooms with closed door, no doubt occupied by alike casual hookups.

"Don't get into too much trouble, roomie !"

Tina pursed her brim and sighed. She was totally alone now, but at least she had her beer. She peered down into it for a moment, noticed it's slightly strange color, but elected to toss off it anyway. She polished off the potable and let the cup fall from her hand to the flooring to join the other smattering of trampled empties, and then she headed in the opposite steering of Arielle.

***

After a solid half-hour of milling about the castle-esque frat house, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her dress to observe it from riding up too high and exposing her forgotten panties, she found herself as an looker-on of a pair of frat male child playing beer pong on either sides of a rickety calling card board. By this meter, she had accepted too many crapulence that seemed much strong than your mean 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 cognitive operation of her own tickle pink pair of free lips.

"Whoever wins this next rung gets my phone issue !"Meanwhile, the sober Tina, planted in the bet on tail, internally nodded her approval at wassail Tina's bravery.

The one with the ping-pong glob in his manus halted mid-throw and smirked, glancing over at the female child who had just put herself up as a trophy for their effortless plot.

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

"It's.."Tina paused, placed a handwriting over her mouth 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 jockstrap repeated as he flashed a look over to his opponent.

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

"Yeah, I'm skillful with that. I just hope we get to evoke the stakes. A telephone set number doesn't necessarily mean anything, does it ?"Tim replied in turn."I don't know, Pat, we might have to ingest her up the ante on round two to something I couldn't find on her Facebook profile."Tim glanced over at Tina, arching his eyebrows as if to incite a response.

"We'll see, boys !"Tina responds, with grave Tina still incredulously watching on from the hind seat as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to goad drunk Tina further and further down whatever rabbit hole she has embedded herself in. At the beer niff mesa, her words of encouragement spurned an energetic plot of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. mo later, Tina was scrawling her phone identification number into the outstretched laurel wreath 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 hand around her waist and smacked right down onto her jiggling posterior. With his complimentary deal, he plucked the cup of mystery hooch out of her engaged handwriting and set it down on the floor beside the makeshift beer pong table.

"Get under the table, Tina."

"Uh, what does this cause 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 following round of the secret plan. The night was going well. She gave out her number, she's been flirting with a couple of hot frat boy, and she has had a lot of booze. As she pulled away from Saint Patrick's loose grasp, she felt him swat her ass and turn down her forward. She shrieked playfully, tip-toeing toward the circuit board table. When she dropped to her genu on the hardwood storey, a 12 partygoers got an all-access head to the viewing political party of Tina's tight, pink kitty-cat and ruck mother fucker. Tina settled in the center, halfway between either end of the scant table.

"Alright, drop cloth ‘ em !"

Each duad of leg on either incline of the mesa wriggled slightly, and then both frat boys dropped their pants down to the ankle joint and exposed their throb, veiny rooster that dangled down in between their pegleg. Tina's optic went wide, and she quickly snatched up the red plastic cup of alcohol from the floor beside her for a solid 5 seconds of chugging.

"Tina !"she could hear St. Patrick call from up on the topside of the table."When you hear mortal score on one end of the the table, you go to the diametrical side and get to run. You got that ?"Tina, still stunned that she has found herself under the table between a duad of frat boy tool.

"Y-yeah.. ! I can do that !"she squeaked out from the business sector side of the table. Tina, at this degree, was committed. She set out tonight to give birth fun, and to make her entry to college life-time. The line between drunk Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all Nox, and booze Tina was the one coming out on top. inebriate 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 current peak leader, Tim. She decided to try and her near to do as she was told. She had only suck up one pecker before, and that was her high school beau. It didn't go well. Determined to do better this time, she decided to try and take a page out of porno picture she had seen and hocked a load of expectoration right onto the straits of the fuckstick bouncing in movement of her face. She could find out a catcalling pennywhistle 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 head word of the turncock she was obligated to draw, and that's when she heard the Lucille Ball bouncing across the table again. Faint, glossy, slurping interference started to regularly intermingle with the early sounds of the party while Tina eagerly sucked down column inch after inch of the Patrick's bitchbreaker. Her lips rode down his shaft as far as she could get up into her sass, then back up the way she came. She could feel his girthy pole resting on her tongue while she toiled away.

"This girl is a fuckin'pro, Tim !"she could hear 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 repress, plastic-on-plastic crack marked Tim nailing a pellet into the cupful on the other side of the table, and Tina immediately pulled her lip off from Saint Patrick's slobber-coated throat clogger with a"pop !"before turning about and crawling on her hand and knees over to the other slope of the table. She was greeted by another punishing fraternity boy rooster, except this sentence there was a slender whiten business of powder running down from the stem to the psyche. She hesitated.

"semen on, Tina, it's just a little something for all your hard work. It 's just something to take a shit you feel good. Just make sure you get me all the way down to the radical like a good girl."

She continued to sit and consider this. She was inebriate, which opened her up to the melodic theme of sucking some random frat cock, but the confrontation of being face-to-face with the alternative of stretching her lips around another slab of essence and a side order of arduous drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making process. But Tina had seen people railing telephone line of coke off of burnt umber table, countertops, and bare asscheeks all throughout the party, so she figured that if she didn't do this, her dark of fun was probably going to end. It would be a company foul, and she wasn't about to own that on her college reputation before she so much as finished her first class. Tina opened her mouth, and lurched forward.

Within a blink, and accompanied by a healthy, throat gurgle, Tina was making out with the nucleotide of Tim's hammer. She spluttered hard on his cock, blowing bubble of saliva that turned into dripping trail of goo that dribbled down her chin and onto his balls. Tina wasn't so concerned with what was coming out of her mouth compared to what had just went into it. The euphoric rush of the senior high school sent her into the stratosphere. Everything else melted away ; the crowd was gone, the tabular array was gone, and the euphony quieted down to a whisper. The solely thing left in her idea was her, and the addictive dick she was charged with cryptic throating.

***

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

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

"Looks like we've got us a new frat star sign cumdump !"

Patrick deftly overturned the tabular array onto its side which sent the cups and ping-pong Lucille Ball clattering down to the floor. What was left in its stead, situated between the pair of them and on full showing for anybody worry in seeing some fledgeling party slut go to township on a peter, was Tina cobbler, who was high out of her judgment and eagerly bobbing her mind back and Forth on Tim's 8-inch shaft. Patrick knelt down and met no ohmic resistance 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 rooster with her kitty-cat and rubbed his bellend back and Forth River in her ardent entrance.

"This filthy bitch is wet !"Patrick laughed right before he dropped his rose hip and stake 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 Patrick announced".. frat house cumdump,"phone cameras trained on the depraved 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 scanty. She had to have wanted this from the start."

"Did you see her dress ?"

Tina was flying too high to stimulate any disgrace for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this savory peter that was being thrust into her mouth, and the exact present moment when some former massive rod slid deeply into her desperate, aching pussy. She could feel him, through the fog of her grass, driving in and out of her dripping wet hole like he owned it. Frankly, he might as well have. Every so often, Saint Patrick would deliver an open-handed medallion big H to her bounce derriere which would make her tense up and squeeze as the spank sent an electric shock across her skin and right wing up her back. Her ass felt like it was on fire after about a XII spanks, and that was when Patrick plunged a wetted pollex into her arsehole. Her eyes rolled back behind her fluttering palpebra while she continued to smoke Tim's pole with the messy approach that only a drunk, heights frat slut could.

In her sex, drugs, and dick induced stupor, she was intent on making a name for herself. While Patrick's nutsack slapping pendulously into her belly, Tina set to work on Tim. She slithered her knife back and forth, massaging the underside of his shaft while he bucked his hip forward into her fuckhole. She clamped her lips down, sucking mightily until her globefish lips formed a vacuum cleaner seal around the man-meat in her well-lubricated throat. She flicked her eye up, tilted her chin back, and batted her prospicient, fake lashes up at Tim to urge on 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 tons of miles away from her. The cervix of a small subway was slipped up into her nozzle 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 finale hit of blow and conked out with her throat still stuffed full of fraternity shaft ; Tim's cock, as she recalled, who near certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the moment. This time, the one nookie her typeface was from her 3:00PM biota class. She had given Tim the doe-eyed"please fuck me harder"looking, and all this college party boy seemed to be concerned with as far as her fount is concerned is how to apply another war paint coating of his nutbutter. On waiting line, she felt the fellow champion of having her hair yanked back and her pharynx becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of duty. She watched, enraptured, as her nameless married person stroked his pulsing appendage right in nominal head of her face. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue fall out of the presence of her face and openly drool down a streak of throatlube down onto the carpet beneath her.

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

She closed her eyes as she felt the inaugural strand of cream splatter onto her feature of speech and lead off plastering on her skin. As she breathed a soft groan, another rope strung between the tip of her olfactory organ and the flat of her well-traveled cockcleaner tongue. A brace of spunk injection landed on her forehead and in her hair, and she took it all just as she had taken every other shipment that night - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may sustain just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roomie's vox. The step of her ally's voice was a mixture of vexation and confusion, but the following matter she knew she was being helped up onto her feet in the middle of the crowd. Arielle had pushed through the crowd and was holding Tina by the shoulder with either of her outstretched arms. Tina was wobbly on her two feet because she hadn't been on them in various hours, so she essentially leaned into the accompaniment joists her roomy 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 twitter. There are pictures of you everywhere. Are you covered in cum ?"

Tina felt a smile pattern on the corners of her cum-stained lips.

"looking, I've got to get you rest 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 pulse and a intemperate turncock given a one-way ticket to blowing a load into one of her 3 holes. However, Tina didn't lack to go domicile. Earlier in the eve, she had put on the skankiest black dress she could detect, wassail herself stupid, and then willingly blew two frat son 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 roommate at her back, Tina turned away and looked back at her crowd of new housemates and licked her lips.

"Who wants me next ? ”