Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained cognizance it was on her genu in the eye of having her oral cavity plugged airtight by a thick, throbbing dick. 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 go forward 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 conscious or could catch one's breath while he did it. He twisted his bridge player over in her hair's-breadth, redoubling the handful of curly brunette lock chamber he was using to keep his toy in place. She could feel a few strand of her pilus 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 putz plunged 8 or 9 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 stop up here. Who wants the future go at this nasty whore ? !"Tina could get wind his far-off voice booming overtop of her choking randomness and the gang that she, as she was suddenly and unshakably aware, was standing around them. While this anonymous fraternity boy's dick pistoned in and out of her well-used pharynx, fuzzy details became more clear. She realized she was still in the frat sign of the zodiac that she started the evening off by entering. She realized that her knee joint were sore as fuck, and sunk into the begrimed carpet of the Lambda Chi Theta planetary house great room. She also realized that the multitude gathered around her were cheering, shouting, whistling, and otherwise applauding the debaucherous spectacle. She was the center of attention there on the level, and the defacto frat house cyprian, college starter Tina Shoemaker.

"I'll aim 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 make her after me ! It's not like she's going anywhere. She's been taking dick after putz for hours."

"I've ‘ got ta cum first, boys ! This loose woman has been doing a darn very well job polishing my putz, and I've got to commit 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 jock making use of her uppermost cock-accommodating orifice reached down and wrapped one of his baseball glove around Tina's throat. He clenched down with his fingers, intent on choking her while he thrust his pipework right past her tonsils and let a monolithic thrill of spunk rising tide straight down the spinal column of her throat. With his helping hand viced around her neck, Tina didn't have much of a choice of whether or not she swallowed his a la mode alluviation into her belly. She looked up, through bleary and tear-stricken heart, at the frat boy whose face she didn't recognize and chugged down his cum. It took several glugs, but she managed to save chugging until he had drained his orb 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 moment with her rima oris love feast and splattered with steamy spittle. She could hear him snicker while he wiped off his stopcock on Tina's face, smearing a muggy house-made blend of saliva and jizz across her cheeks like they were his cum ragtime. Seizing the moment, she took a gasping hint and tried to choke down as a good deal air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat cock in her oral fissure !"she heard a feminine vox cheer from a match rows back in the crowd. That one got a lift out of the gang of looker-on, who chimed in with a chorus of laughter. Without another arcsecond spared for her to breathe, she felt one manus release her whisker and another one snatch it up. Then, another girthy schlong was stuffed in between her rim before she could even close her mouth.

It continued like that for respective blurry time of day, passing Tina's oral sex from one set of men to another like a hand-me-down, pass-around fleshlight that just happened to take a big gulp of air every now and then between seance of guzzling down a helping of cum straight from the tap. Tina knocked back each scene of gluey glue, horking them down as quickly as they could prey 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 dress that showed off her bubbly ass in the comfortableness of her own dorm rooms hours before - or days before, she conceded to herself that she had no real way of knowing for trusted - to slurping down piping-hot shipment 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 articulation from across the other slope of the dormitory room.

"I'm working on it !"Tina blastoff back to her residence hall roomie. She was in the middle of cramming her jiggling rump down into a dress that was a unanimous size of it too modest. The stretched-thin silk clung to her curves like saran wrapper and the hem at the hindquarters rode up so obscenely high that it showed off more than a hint of her ass. Tina figured that this dress, albeit kind of gratuitous, she admitted, would exhibit off her flirty incline. She admired herself in the mirror for a instant, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her cryptic brown bob-style haircut and straightened her thick-frame eyeglasses. She pushed up on her perky B-cup titty, making sure they featured prominently on her chest and what segmentation she had was on display in the garb neckline that plunged down to just above her midriff. Tonight, she would be that cool miss from the first-year class that was sexy, witty, and always said the aright thing - and everyone would require to get her number.

"You look like a fucking slut,"her roommate snorted from somewhere behind her. Tina whirled around on her heel and stuck up her heart finger in the direction of the voice.

"Fuck you, Ari."

"Look, lady friend, if you are tryin'to get fucked tonight, you couldn't have possible picked out a full dress for the function. In fact, you probably wouldn't have to do much.."Tina noticed Arielle's voice trail off into nix, and then felt a pair of manus clamp down onto the paper-thin black material and yank upwards. Tina's ass all but spilled out of the framework and bounced animatedly for an unbroken 5 or 6 seconds.

"What the screw, Ari ? !"Tina protested, smacking at Arielle's hands while she fought to squirm 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 point me all that much more than what I could see with it down should really narrate 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 beat, she crossed her arms with a huff and rolled her eyes.

"looking at, I'm just trying to have a good meter. If I find someone to fuck, so be it. I'm not exactly going out looking for that to bechance, either."

"Whatever you say !"Ari returned, already most of the way through the doorstep by the metre Tina finished defending her wardrobe choices for the eve. Tina started after her, snatching up her phone on the way out the door as the couplet of them strode out into the hall of the lull dorm 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 doorway 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 fucking 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 livid household emblazoned with the Hellenic language inscription spelling out"Lambda Chi Theta"across the top irradiation supported by a row of Doric pillars. For those not in a brotherhood, the English spelling of"Lambda Chi Theta"was also written out next to their Grecian counterparts, which Tina thought was rather considerate. She scowled at her roomy and offered her another look-over of her magniloquent finger 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") heels. She skipped past a couple on people already laying out in the pasture in front of the idealistic old house who were appearing to conduct the age-old and time-honored frat tradition of getting shitfaced drunk and passing out with a cup of beer still in script. The finisher she got to the front of the building, the more she could find the bass threaded through the terpsichore music emanating from the party thumping her in the chest with every throb. She arrived on the presence tone just as Arielle was knocking on the enormous slab of oak that was the battlefront door.

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

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

"After you."

Arielle pushed on the door and, with no small amount of effort involved, heaved it open. The soundtrack to the house party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the oecumenical katzenjammer 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 story apropos that of cheering at a sporting event. Arielle glanced back with a bemused look on her brass and locked her fingerbreadth around Tina's wrist just before darting into the melee. Tina jostled passed people while struggling to keep stride 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 secret alcohol along the way through the sardine can of homo beings, as was the nature of frat parties.

"Ari, slow up down !"Tina protested, pulling her arm back as they crossed through a hallway lined with climb creature headspring and ‘ family of 1997'fraternity group photos in opulent, gold-leafed flesh."Where are you even going ?"

"Going to get laid, unintelligent !"

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

"Yeah, I'm going to go nobble up with this guy I met in 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 political party before I snuck off. Go have some fun !"

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

Arielle responded through a shrug, then gyrate on a dog and continued down the hallway towards one of the many bedrooms with closed doors, no doubt occupied by similar casual hookups.

"Don't get into too much difficulty, roommate !"

Tina pursed her backtalk and sighed. She was totally alone now, but at least she had her beer. She peered down into it for a second, noticed it's slightly strange coloring material, but elected to down it anyway. She polished off the drink and let the cup drop from her hand to the base to join the former handful of trampled empties, and then she headed in the opposite charge of Arielle.

***

After a solid state half-hour of milling about the castle-esque fraternity house, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her dress to keep open it from riding up too high and exposing her forgotten panties, she found herself as an looker-on of a twain of frat boys playing beer niff on either sides of a rickety card mesa. By this clip, she had accepted too many potable that seemed much inviolable 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 words tumbling out of her back talk while she stood beside the ongoing game, she was a passenger in the mental process of her own tickle pink pair of unloosen lips.

"Whoever wins this next troll gets my sound phone number !"Meanwhile, the sober Tina, planted in the back fanny, internally nodded her approval at drunk Tina's bravery.

The one with the ping-pong testicle in his hired man halted mid-throw and smirked, glancing over at the female child who had just put herself up as a prize for their passing game.

"That so, huh ? What's your public figure, cutie ?"

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

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

"You in force with this, Tim ?"he asked.

"Yeah, I'm just with that. I just hope we get to raise the bet. A earpiece routine doesn't necessarily mean anything, does it ?"Tim replied in turn."I don't know, Pat, we might have to accept her up the ante on round two to something I couldn't find on her Facebook profile."Tim glanced over at Tina, arching his eyebrow as if to remind a response.

"We'll see, boys !"Tina responds, with sober Tina still incredulously watching on from the back tooshie as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to prick intoxicated Tina further and further down whatever rabbit pickle she has embedded herself in. At the beer pong board, her words of encouragement spurned an energetic game of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. import later, Tina was scrawling her earpiece number 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 hand around her waist and smacked right down onto her jiggling posterior. With his free hand, he plucked the cup of secret hooch out of her occupied script and set it down on the base beside the makeshift beer pong table.

"Get under the table, 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 daily round of the plot. The night was going well. She gave out her phone number, she's been flirting with a couple of hot frat boys, and she has had a lot of John Barleycorn. As she pulled away from St. Patrick's loose appreciation, she felt him swat her ass and spurn her forward. She shrieked playfully, tip-toeing toward the card table. When she dropped to her knees on the hardwood floor, a twelve partygoers got an all-access bye to the viewing political party of Tina's tight, pink slit and pucker dickhead. Tina settled in the center, halfway between either end of the short-change table.

"Alright, drop-off ‘ em !"

Each dyad of legs on either side of the table wriggled slightly, and then both fraternity boys dropped their pants down to the mortise joint and exposed their throb, veiny cocks that dangled down in between their legs. Tina's eyes went panoptic, and she quickly snatched up the red plastic cup of alcoholic drink from the level beside her for a solid 5 seconds of chugging.

"Tina !"she could find out Saint Patrick call from up on the topside of the table."When you hear someone grade on one end of the the table, you go to the paired side and get to figure out. You got that ?"Tina, still stunned that she has found herself under the table between a duet of fraternity boy stopcock.

"Y-yeah.. ! I can do that !"she squeaked out from the business face of the table. Tina, at this point, was committed. She set out tonight to consume fun, and to make up her introduction to college life history. The line between drunk Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all Nox, and drunk Tina was the one coming out on top. Drunk Tina wanted to suck some cock. Seconds later, she had one an inch away from her font.

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the electric current points leader, Tim. She decided to try and her sound to do as she was told. She had only sucked one cock before, and that was her high shoal fellow. It didn't go well. Determined to do better this meter, she decided to try and take a page out of porn video she had seen and hocked a warhead of spit right onto the pass of the fuckstick bouncing in front man of her fount. She could hear a catcalling whistle ring out from the topside of the mesa, which only encouraged her. Tina gingerly leant in and popped her luscious fuckpillow lips around the school principal of the stopcock she was obligated to suck up, and that's when she heard the ball bouncing across the table again. Faint, slick magazine, slurping noises started to regularly intermingle with the other strait of the company while Tina eagerly sucked down inch after inch of the Patrick's bitchbreaker. Her backtalk rode down his shaft as far as she could cram into her oral fissure, then back up the way she came. She could feel his girthy pole resting on her natural language while she toiled away.

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

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

A mute, plastic-on-plastic crack marked Tim nailing a nip into the cups on the other side of the table, and Tina immediately pulled her oral cavity off from Patrick's slobber-coated throat clogger with a"pop !"before turning about and crawling on her custody and stifle over to the early position of the board. She was greeted by another hard frat boy stopcock, except this time there was a thin E. B. White dividing line of powder running down from the base to the head. She hesitated.

"Come on, Tina, it's just a little something for all your hard work. It 's just something to make believe you feel good. Just pee-pee surely you get me all the way down to the substructure like a well girl."

She continued to sit and moot this. She was drunk, which opened her up to the idea of sucking some random fraternity cock, but the confrontation of being face-to-face with the option of stretching her lips around another slab of substance and a side order of magnitude of hard drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making process. But Tina had seen the great unwashed railing lines of nose candy off of umber table, countertops, and bare asscheeks all throughout the party, so she figured that if she didn't do this, her nighttime of fun was probably going to end. It would be a party foul, and she wasn't about to possess that on her college repute before she so much as finished her start year. Tina opened her backtalk, and lurched forward.

Within a blink, and accompanied by a salubrious, throat gurgle, Tina was making out with the pedestal of Tim's cock. She spluttered hard on his putz, blowing house of cards of expectoration that turned into dripping trails 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 boot of the high gear sent her into the stratosphere. Everything else melted away ; the crowd was gone, the table was gone, and the music quieted down to a rustle. The only affair left in her mind was her, and the addictive cock she was charged with rich throating.

***

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

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

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

Saint Patrick deftly overturned the table onto its side of meat which sent the loving cup and Ping-Pong orb clattering down to the floor. What was left in its piazza, situated between the twain of them and on full moon display for anybody interested in seeing some freshman party adulteress go to Ithiel Town on a dick, was Tina Shoemaker, who was high out of her idea and eagerly bobbing her capitulum 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 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 pussy and rubbed his bellend back and Forth River in her warm entrance.

"This dirty bitch is wet !"Patrick laughed right before he dropped his hips and impaled Tina on his pecker. He started hammering away at her puss, and clapped one of his hands down firmly onto her rhythmically jiggling ass cheek while he mounted her. looker-on had started crowding around as soon as Patrick announced".. fraternity house cumdump,"earphone cameras trained on the depraved show of which the cock-crazed Tina was the wizard. As people drank, filmed, and enjoyed their entertainment for the even, they muttered to themselves.

"What a whore."

"She went out without any ass panties. She had to have wanted this from the start."

"Did you see her frock ?"

Tina was flying too mellow to induce any shame for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this savoury dick that was being thrust into her mouthpiece, and the exact moment when some former massive rod slid deep into her desperate, aching twat. She could feel him, through the fog of her senses, driving in and out of her dripping wet hole like he owned it. Frankly, he might as well have. Every so often, St. Patrick would deliver an open-handed palm smack to her bouncing derriere which would ready her tense up and jerk as the spank sent an electric shock across her cutis and rightfield up her sticker. Her ass felt like it was on fervidness after about a 12 spanks, and that was when Patrick plunged a wetted thumb into her bastard. Her eyes rolled back behind her fluttering eyelids while she continued to smoke Tim's celestial pole with the messy approaching that only a inebriate, high-pitched frat slattern could.

In her sex, drugs, and hawkshaw induced stupor, she was aim on making a name for herself. While St. Patrick's nutsack slapping pendulously into her belly, Tina set to ferment on Tim. She slithered her tongue back and forth, massaging the undersurface of his lance while he bucked his hips forward into her fuckhole. She clamped her lips down, sucking mightily until her puffer lips formed a emptiness seal around the man-meat in her well-lubricated throat. She flicked her eyeball up, tilted her Kuki back, and batted her prospicient, bullshit lashes up at Tim to urge him on to deal her like the partyslut that she has embraced being.

"Here, Tina, have another."She could see Tim's backtalk moving, but what she heard felt like it was coming from dozens of miles away from her. The neck of a small tubing was slipped up into her olfactory organ 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 throat still stuffed fully of frat dick ; Tim's cock, as she recalled, who most certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the consequence. This time, the one shtup her face was from her 3:00PM biological science 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 face is concerned is how to apply another physical composition coat of his nutbutter. On waiting line, she felt the familiar sense of having her haircloth yanked back and her throat becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of duty. She watched, enraptured, as her nameless partner stroked his pulsing member right field in front of her face. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue fall out of the front of her aspect and openly drool down a bar of throatlube down onto the carpet beneath her.

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

She closed her eyes as she felt the first off strand of pick splatter onto her lineament and set about plastering on her skin. As she breathed a sonant groan, another rope strung between the tip of her nose and the flatbed of her well-traveled cockcleaner clapper. A span of spunk scene landed on her forehead and in her haircloth, and she took it all just as she had taken every early load that nighttime - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may have just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roomie's voice. The tone of her friend's part was a mixed bag of concern and confusion, but the next 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 articulatio humeri with either of her outstretched subdivision. Tina was wobbly on her two feet because she hadn't been on them in various hours, so she essentially leaned into the keep joists her roommate was offering while she looked dazedly onto her face.

"Tina, what the piece of tail ? 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 smiling form on the corners of her cum-stained lips.

"Look, 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 aid, Tina figured. She had come back from her own random hookup to find oneself her shy, socially-inept roomie the center of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the political party with a pulse and a hard dick given a one-way ticket to blowing a load into one of her 3 gob. However, Tina didn't want to go base. Earlier in the evening, she had put on the skankiest black dress she could find, drank herself stupid, and then willingly blew two fraternity boy 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 roomy's ear."Go home."

Leaving a stunned, slack-jaw roommate at her vertebral column, Tina turned away and looked back at her crew of new housemates and licked her lips.

"Who wants me next ? ”