Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained cognisance it was on her human knee in the middle of having her rima oris 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 go forward ramming his pelvic girdle into her cheek, bucking and rutting away. He was fucking Tina's pharynx raw, and didn't seem to care whether or not she was witting or could breathe while he did it. He twisted his manus over in her hair, redoubling the handful of curly brunet locks he was using to keep his toy in place. She could find a few fibril of her hairsbreadth affray and pop while he bared down on her, and that didn't slow him down even a bit. Each clock time his privates bounced off of her mouth and nozzle, his prick plunged 8 or 9 inches down into her gullet, and she let go of a gurgling"g-lurgh"that came rolling up out of her pharynx.

"I'm about to finish up here. Who wants the adjacent good turn at this filthy whore ? !"Tina could hear his far-off voice booming overtop of her choking noises and the crew that she, as she was suddenly and unshakably aware, was standing around them. While this anonymous fraternity boy's turncock pistoned in and out of her well-used throat, fuzzy details became more exonerated. She realized she was still in the fraternity business firm that she started the eventide off by entering. She realized that her knees were sore as fuck, and sunk into the begrimed carpet of the Lambda Chi Theta house great room. She also realized that the people gathered around her were cheering, shouting, whistling, and otherwise applauding the debaucherous spectacle. She was the center of care there on the floor, and the defacto frat house whore, college newbie Tina Shoemaker.

"I'll demand her side by side ! 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 take her after me ! It's not like she's going anywhere. She's been taking cock after shaft for hours."

"I've ‘ got ta cum first, boys ! This slovenly woman has been doing a damn fine job polishing my shaft, and I've got to gift her a little tip for her outstanding service !"

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

"Shut the screwing up. I want to get a line her deepthroating, not your bitching."

Without any admonition, the yobo jock making use of her uppermost cock-accommodating orifice reached down and wrapped one of his mitts around Tina's throat. He clenched down with his fingers, intent on choking her while he thrust his pipe right past her faucial tonsil and let a monumental upsurge of spunk flood straight down the dorsum of her pharynx. With his manus viced around her neck, Tina didn't have much of a alternative of whether or not she swallowed his recent deposit into her belly. She looked up, through blurry and tear-stricken middle, at the fraternity boy whose face 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 balls into her stomach.

All of the sudden, Tina felt her chief rush backwards and the putz that was lodged in her throat was wrenched out, leaving her hanging for a present moment with her rima oris agape love and splattered with pasty spittle. She could hear him snicker while he wiped off his peter on Tina's typeface, smearing a sticky house-made blend of spit and jizz across her cheeks like they were his cum rags. Seizing the here and now, she took a gasping breathing space and tried to exit down as much air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat cock in her mouth !"she heard a feminine vocalism cheer from a couple rows back in the crowd. That one got a acclivity out of the crew of onlookers, who chimed in with a refrain of laugh. Without another second spared for her to breathe, she felt one bridge player release her hair and another one snatch it up. Then, another girthy schlong was stuffed in between her lips before she could even shut her mouth.

It continued like that for several blurry hours, passing Tina's head from one set of hands to another like a hand-down, pass-around fleshlight that just happened to direct a big gulp of air every now and then between sessions of guzzling down a helping of cum straight from the tap. Tina knocked back each injection of viscous glue, horking them down as quickly as they could feed them to her. It wasn't until the 6th consignment that she began to believe back, wondering how she went from putting on a svelte, figure-flaunting black dress that showed off her bubbly ass in the comfort of her own dorm elbow room hr before - or daylight before, she conceded to herself that she had no real way of knowing for trusted - to slurping down piping-hot loads of jizz like it was her reasonableness for getting out of bed in the morning.

***

"Tina, what the fucking ? We've ‘ got ta go !"rang a vocalization from across the early slope of the residence hall room.

"I'm working on it !"Tina stroke back to her dorm roomy. 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 bender like saran wrap and the hem at the rear end rode up so obscenely richly that it showed off more than a clue of her ass. Tina figured that this dress, albeit kind of gratuitous, she admitted, would show off her flirty side. She admired herself in the mirror for a moment, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her late brown bob-style haircut and straightened her thick-frame glasses. She pushed up on her perky B-cup knocker, making for certain 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 poise female child from the fresher division that was sexy, witty, and always said the right 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 middle finger in the counseling of the voice.

"shag you, Ari."

"flavour, girlfriend, if you are tryin'to get fucked tonight, you couldn't have possible picked out a better dress for the occasion. In fact, you probably wouldn't have to do much.."Tina noticed Arielle's vocalism trail off into naught, and then felt a twosome of hands clamp down onto the paper-thin black stuff 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 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 straw man door of their shared aliveness space.

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

Tina looked back at her flatly and seemed to weigh her roomy's words for all of a here and now. After a beat, she crossed her blazonry with a huff and rolled her eyes.

"flavor, I'm just trying to give a soundly time. If I find somebody to get it on, 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 door by the time Tina finished defending her wardrobe choices for the eventide. Tina started after her, snatching up her phone on the way out the door as the dyad of them strode out into the hall 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 panties 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 threshold in the undefended passenger window.

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

"sucking his fucking putz, too, while you're over there ! seminal fluid on, let's fucking go !"Arielle called out from behind her, already halfway up the thrust in battlefront of the the colonial-style tweed business firm emblazoned with the Greek lettering spelling out"Lambda Chi Theta"across the top ray of light supported by a row of Doric dialect column. For those not in a frat, 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 roomie and offered her another look-over of her marvelous finger's breadth before glancing back at the Uber device driver and mouthing a soundless"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the driveway behind her friend, she found herself ineffectual to take the air quickly in her cling-wrap wearing apparel and 3-inch"fuck me"( or, what she considered to be"notice me") heel. She skipped past a couple people already laying out in the forage in strawman of the grand old house 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 hand. The closer she got to the nominal head of the edifice, the more she could feel the freshwater bass threaded through the dance music emanating from the company thumping her in the chest with every throb. She arrived on the front steps just as Arielle was knocking on the enormous slab of oak that was the presence door.

"They're not going to hear you knocking. Can you even get wind 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 modest sum of endeavour involved, heaved it open. The soundtrack to the house political party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the universal katzenjammer of dozens of conversations occurring throughout the company at the same time. citizenry were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting chit-chat at a decibel floor apropos that of cheering at a frolic event. Arielle glanced back with a bemused smell on her face and locked her fingers around Tina's wrist just before darting into the melee. Tina jostled passed people while struggling to proceed gait with the trot that Arielle shot off into, dispensing"I'm sorry"and"excuse me"as needed. Somehow, she ended up with a red cup of whodunit intoxicant 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 hall lined with hop on animal brain and ‘ year of 1997'fraternity group picture in opulent, gold-leafed skeletal system."Where are you even going ?"

"Going to get laid, stupid !"

"What the piece of ass ? Why do I have to come ?"Tina stammered, suddenly abrim with questions about her low 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 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 existent squawk, you know that ? And who's the whore, again ?"

Arielle responded through a shrug, then reel on a bounder and continued down the hallway towards one of the many bedrooms with closed room access, no doubt occupied by standardized 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 minute, noticed it's slightly foreign color, but elected to down it anyway. She polished off the drinking and let the cup fall from her hand to the floor to join the other handful of trampled empties, and then she headed in the opposite word way of Arielle.

***

After a solid half-hour of milling about the castle-esque frat family, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her dress to hold back it from riding up too high and exposing her forgotten panties, she found herself as an onlooker of a duad of fraternity boys playing beer pong on either sides of a rickety bill table. By this time, she had accepted too many drinks that seemed much stronger than your ordinary fresh-from-the-keg brew, but they tasted Henry Sweet and they went down like pee, 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 operation of her own souse pair of at large lips.

"Whoever wins this next rung gets my headphone issue !"Meanwhile, the sober Tina, planted in the back seat, internally nodded her commendation at drunk Tina's bravery.

The one with the table tennis 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 everyday game.

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I'm goodness with that. I just hope we get to raise the post. A earpiece number doesn't necessarily mean anything, does it ?"Tim replied in twist."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 prompt a response.

"We'll see, boys !"Tina responds, with unplayful Tina still incredulously watching on from the back seat as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to prick pledge Tina further and further down whatever rabbit mess she has embedded herself in. At the beer pong table, her news of encouragement spurned an energetic game of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. Moments later, Tina was scrawling her phone number into the outstretched decoration 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 waistline and smacked right down onto her jiggling posterior. With his relieve hand, he plucked the cup of mystery story hooch out of her occupied deal and set it down on the story beside the makeshift beer pong mesa.

"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 round of the game. The night was going well. She gave out her act, she's been flirting with a couple of hot fraternity boys, and she has had a lot of John Barleycorn. As she pulled away from Saint Patrick's loose grasp, she felt him swat her ass and spurn her forward. She shrieked playfully, tip-toeing toward the placard board. When she dropped to her articulatio genus on the hardwood story, a dozen partygoers got an all-access pass to the viewing party of Tina's tight, pink pussy and knit asshole. Tina settled in the center, halfway between either end of the short table.

"Alright, drop ‘ em !"

Each twain of legs on either side of the table wriggled slightly, and then both frat boys dropped their pants down to the ankle and exposed their pounding, veiny cocks that dangled down in between their legs. Tina's heart went astray, and she quickly snatched up the red plastic cup of alcohol from the floor beside her for a substantial 5 instant of chugging.

"Tina !"she could discover St. Patrick telephone call from up on the topside of the table."When you hear individual score on one end of the the table, you go to the opposite side and get to put to work. You got that ?"Tina, still stunned that she has found herself under the table between a pair of frat boy dick.

"Y-yeah.. ! I can do that !"she squeaked out from the clientele English of the table. Tina, at this point, was committed. She set out tonight to have fun, and to make her introduction to college sprightliness. The line between drunk Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all night, 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 human face.

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the flow points leader, Tim. She decided to try and her best to do as she was told. She had only sucked one cock before, and that was her high schoolhouse boyfriend. It didn't go well. Determined to do better this prison term, she decided to try and bring a varlet out of porn picture she had seen and hocked a cargo of spit right onto the foreland of the fuckstick bounce in presence of her face. She could find out a catcalling 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 ball bouncing across the board again. deliquium, slickness, slurping randomness started to regularly intermingle with the other auditory sensation of the party while Tina eagerly sucked down inch after inch of the St. Patrick's bitchbreaker. Her brim rode down his cock as far as she could cram into her mouth, then back up the way she came. She could palpate his girthy pole resting on her natural language while she toiled away.

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

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

A muffled, plastic-on-plastic crevice marked Tim nailing a shooter into the cupful on the other position of the table, and Tina immediately pulled her back talk off from St. Patrick's slobber-coated throat clogger with a"pop !"before turning about and crawling on her paw and genu over to the early side of the table. She was greeted by another hard fraternity boy cock, except this time there was a thin albumen transmission line of powder running down from the understructure to the foreland. She hesitated.

"seed on, Tina, it's just a little something for all your heavily work. It 's just something to create you finger good. Just do sure you get me all the way down to the nucleotide like a good girl."

She continued to sit and weigh this. She was drunk, which opened her up to the melodic theme of sucking some random fraternity cock, but the confrontation of being face-to-face with the selection of stretching her lips around another slab of meat and a side order of hard drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making cognitive process. But Tina had seen people railing job of C off of coffee table, 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 throw that on her college reputation before she so much as finished her showtime year. Tina opened her mouthpiece, and lurched forward.

Within a winking, and accompanied by a healthy, throat gurgle, Tina was making out with the base of Tim's peter. She spluttered hard on his cock, blowing bubbles of spit that turned into dripping trails of goo that dribbled down her chin and onto his bollock. Tina wasn't so refer with what was coming out of her mouth compared to what had just went into it. The euphoric thrill of the high sent her into the stratosphere. Everything else melted away ; the gang was gone, the table was gone, and the euphony quieted down to a whisper. The simply matter left in her mind was her, and the addictive cock she was charged with deep throating.

***

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

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

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

Patrick deftly overturned the tabular array onto its side which sent the cups and table tennis balls clattering down to the trading floor. What was left in its billet, situated between the duad of them and on full show for anybody interested in seeing some neophyte political party loose woman go to town on a hawkshaw, was Tina cobbler, who was high-pitched out of her mind and eagerly bobbing her fountainhead 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 kitty-cat and rubbed his bellend back and Forth in her warm entrance.

"This muddy bitch is wet !"Patrick laughed right before he dropped his hips and impaled Tina on his cock. He started hammering away at her slit, and clapped one of his bridge player down firmly onto her rhythmically jiggling ass impudence while he mounted her. Onlookers had started crowding around as soon as Patrick announced".. frat house cumdump,"telephone set cameras trained on the profane display of which the cock-crazed Tina was the star. As people drank, filmed, and enjoyed their entertainment for the even, they muttered to themselves.

"What a whore."

"She went out without any fucking panty. She had to consume wanted this from the start."

"Did you see her dress ?"

Tina was flying too high to have any shame for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this mouth-watering prick that was being thrust into her sass, and the exact present moment when some other massive rod slid late into her desperate, aching kitty. She could feel him, through the fog of her dope, driving in and out of her dripping wet jam like he owned it. Frankly, he might as well have. Every so often, Patrick would deliver an open-handed palm slap to her bouncing tush which would make her tense up and flip as the spank sent an electric blow across her skin and right up her spine. Her ass felt like it was on flaming after about a dozen spanks, and that was when St. Patrick plunged a wetted thumb into her cocksucker. Her heart rolled back behind her fluttering eyelids while she continued to smoke Tim's terminal with the messy glide slope that only a drunk, gamy frat slovenly woman could.

In her sex, drugs, and putz induced daze, she was aim on making a name for herself. While St. Patrick's nutsack slapping pendulously into her belly, Tina set to play on Tim. She slithered her clapper back and Forth River, 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 lips formed a vacuum seal around the man-meat in her well-lubricated throat. She flicked her eyes up, tilted her Chin back, and batted her long, imitation lashes up at Tim to urge him on to care for 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 miles away from her. The neck opening of a small pipe was slipped up into her nose and she obediently breathed deeply through her nose. Then, she blacked out completely.

***

"That's right,"Tina thought as she remembered what happened - she had taken that last hit of nose candy and conked out with her throat still stuffed replete of fraternity dick ; Tim's cock, as she recalled, who most certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the moment. This time, the one fucking her face was from her 3:00PM biota class. She had given Tim the doe-eyed"please fuck me voiceless"feeling, and all this college party boy seemed to be concerned with as far as her expression is concerned is how to apply another constitution coating of his nutbutter. On waiting line, she felt the familiar maven of having her hair yanked back and her pharynx becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of duty. She watched, enraptured, as her unidentified mate stroked his pulsing member right in presence of her grimace. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue fall out of the front line 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 category mocked. All Tina could come up was a nod. She was ready. She wanted it.

She closed her heart as she felt the commencement Strand of pick sputtering onto her features and begin plastering on her skin. As she breathed a balmy moan, another rope strung between the tip of her nose and the flatbed of her well-traveled cockcleaner clapper. A match of touchwood shots landed on her brow and in her hair, and she took it all just as she had taken every former load that night - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may get just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roomie's voice. The tone of her admirer's articulation was a mixture 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 crowd and was holding Tina by the shoulder joint with either of her outstretched branch. Tina was wobbly on her two feet because she hadn't been on them in several hours, so she essentially leaned into the support joists her roommate was offering while she looked dazedly onto her face.

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

Tina felt a smile flesh on the niche of her cum-stained lips.

"tone, 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 help, Tina figured. She had come back from her own random hookup to line up her shy, socially-inept roomie the nitty-gritty of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the party with a pulse and a grueling cock given a one-way ticket to blowing a load into one of her 3 holes. However, Tina didn't want to go house. Earlier in the evening, she had put on the skankiest black dress she could line up, tope herself stupid, and then willingly blew two frat 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 roomy's ear."Go home."

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

"Who wants me next ? ”