Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained consciousness it was on her knees in the middle of having her mouth plugged airtight by a midst, throbbing dick. She felt like a bystander to her own relentless skullfucking while she came to, with whoever was using her back talk as their own personal masturbatory aid content to carry on ramming his hips into her face, 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 breathe while he did it. He twisted his hand over in her hair, redoubling the fistful of curly brunette locks he was using to go on his toy in lieu. She could feel a few strands of her hair's-breadth fray and pop while he bared down on her, and that didn't slow him down even a bit. Each time his private parts bounced off of her oral cavity and nose, his hawkshaw plunged 8 or 9 inches down into her esophagus, and she let go of a gurgling"g-lurgh"that came rolling up out of her throat.

"I'm about to finish up here. Who wants the next round at this nasty whore ? !"Tina could learn his far-off voice booming overtop of her choking noises 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, blurry contingent became more pass. She realized she was still in the frat star sign that she started the eve off by entering. She realized that her knees were sore as fuck, and sunk into the grimy carpet of the Lambda Chi Theta star sign with child elbow room. She also realized that the people gathered around her were cheering, shouting, whistling, and otherwise applauding the debaucherous spectacle. She was the snapper of attention there on the base, and the defacto fraternity house cocotte, college freshman Tina Shoemaker.

"I'll deal her next ! I've been waiting all night for my luck 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 dick after dick for hours."

"I've ‘ got ta cum first, boys ! This slut has been doing a tinker's dam OK job polishing my shaft, and I've got to give her a petty tip for her outstanding inspection and repair !"

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

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

Without any warning, the yobo jock making use of her upmost 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 tonsils and let a massive rush of spunk outpouring straight down the backbone of her pharynx. With his hand viced around her cervix, Tina didn't have much of a choice of whether or not she swallowed his latest deposition 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 teacher hurry backwards and the cock that was lodged in her throat was wrenched out, leaving her wall hanging for a moment with her backtalk love feast and splattered with mucilaginous spittle. She could hear him snicker while he wiped off his cock on Tina's face, smearing a sticky house-made portmanteau of expectoration and jizz across her brass like they were his cum rags. Seizing the bit, she took a gasping breath and tried to choke down as very much air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat hammer in her mouth !"she heard a womanly phonation cheer from a yoke rows back in the crowd. That one got a upgrade out of the crowd of looker-on, who chimed in with a chorus of laughter. Without another secondment spared for her to breathe, she felt one hand waiver her hair and another one snatch it up. Then, another girthy schlong was stuffed in between her lip before she could even close her mouth.

It continued like that for several blurry hours, passing Tina's head word from one set of custody 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 sessions of guzzling down a helping of cum straight from the tap. Tina knocked back each shot of sticky glue, horking them down as quickly as they could feed them to her. It wasn't until the 6th load that she began to cerebrate back, wondering how she went from putting on a slim, figure-flaunting smutty wearing apparel that showed off her champagne ass in the comfort of her own hall way hour before - or days before, she conceded to herself that she had no real way of knowing for sure - to slurping down piping-hot loads of jizz like it was her intellect for getting out of bed in the morning.

***

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

"I'm working on it !"Tina shot back to her dorm roomy. She was in the middle of cramming her jiggling rump down into a wearing apparel that was a unanimous size of it too small. The stretched-thin silk clung to her curves like saran wrapping and the hem at the nates rode up so obscenely high up that it showed off more than a hint of her ass. Tina figured that this garb, albeit form of needless, she admitted, would show off her flirty side of meat. She admired herself in the mirror for a moment, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her deep brownish bob-style haircut and straightened her thick-frame spectacles. She pushed up on her perky B-cup tits, making certainly they featured prominently on her bureau and what cleavage she had was on exhibit in the dress neckline that plunged down to just above her middle. Tonight, she would be that cool girl from the newcomer class that was sexy, witty, and always said the right matter - and everyone would want to get her number.

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

"Fuck you, Ari."

"tone, female child, if you are tryin'to get bonk tonight, you couldn't have potential 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 nothing, and then felt a yoke of hands clamp down onto the paper-thin contraband material and Yankee-Doodle upwards. Tina's ass all but spilled out of the framework and bounced animatedly for an unbroken 5 or 6 seconds.

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

"The fact that having your clothes 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 count her roommate's words for all of a moment. After a metre, she crossed her arms with a miff and rolled her eyes.

"Look, I'm just trying to give birth a practiced time. If I find mortal to fuck, so be it. I'm not exactly going out looking for that to materialize, either."

"Whatever you say !"Ari returned, already nigh of the way through the room access by the time Tina finished defending her press alternative for the even. Tina started after her, snatching up her sound on the way out the room access as the duet of them strode out into the hall of the quiet down residence hall 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 door shut with a loud"whump"and leaned over the doorway in the open rider window.

"Thanks for the drive ! 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 presence of the the colonial-style white house emblazoned with the Greek 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 English language spelling of"Lambda Chi Theta"was also written out succeeding to their Greek similitude, which Tina thought was rather considerate. She scowled at her roommate and offered her another once-over of her tallest digit before glancing back at the Uber number one wood and mouthing a understood"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the private road behind her acquaintance, 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") heel. She skipped past a couple up people already laying out in the grass in front of the grand old business firm who were appearing to conduct the age-old and time-honored fraternity tradition of getting shitfaced inebriate and passing out with a cup of beer still in hired man. The finisher she got to the movement of the building, the more she could feel the bass voice threaded through the dance music emanating from the party thumping her in the chest with every throbbing. She arrived on the front steps just as Arielle was knocking on the tremendous slab of oak that was the look door.

"They're not going to try you knocking. Can you even discover 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 little amount of effort involved, heaved it spread. The soundtrack to the house party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the ecumenical uproar of dozens of conversations occurring throughout the party at the same time. People were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting chin-wagging at a decibel level apropos that of cheering at a sportsmanlike event. Arielle glanced back with a discombobulate expression on her look and locked her fingers around Tina's carpus just before darting into the melee. Tina jostled passed people while struggling to keep 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 alcoholic beverage along the way through the sardine can of homo existence, 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 hop on beast brain and ‘ Class of 1997'fraternity group picture in opulent, gold-leafed frames."Where are you even going ?"

"Going to get laid, stupe !"

"What the nookie ? Why do I have to come ?"Tina stammered, suddenly abrim with questions about her number one and only college friend.

"Yeah, I'm going to go hook up with this guy I met in class. He told me to get together him in one of these spinal column 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 beef, you know that ? And who's the whore, again ?"

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

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

Tina pursed her mouth 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 colouring material, but elected to pull down it anyway. She polished off the deglutition and let the cup declension from her hand to the trading floor to link the former fistful of trample empties, and then she headed in the opposite steering of Arielle.

***

After a solid half-hour of milling about the castle-esque frat business firm, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her dress to restrain it from riding up too high and exposing her forget pantie, she found herself as an onlooker of a pair of fraternity male child playing beer pong on either slope of a rickety card table. By this time, she had accepted too many drinks that seemed much hard than your average fresh-from-the-keg brew, but they tasted confection 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 on-going game, she was a passenger in the functioning of her own inebriated span of loose lips.

"Whoever wins this next troll gets my telephone set act !"Meanwhile, the sober Tina, planted in the back hind end, internally nodded her approval at drunk Tina's bravery.

The one with the ping-pong bollock in his hand halted mid-throw and smirked, glancing over at the miss 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 paw over her mouth and hiccuped loudly before tumbling ass-over-end into a fit of giggling at her own insobriety.".. Tina, duh,"she finished.

"Tina. Cute. okay, Tina,"the backwards-hat erosion jock repeated as he flashed a expression over to his opponent.

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

"Yeah, I'm good with that. I just hope we get to raise the stakes. A earphone turn doesn't necessarily mean anything, does it ?"Tim replied in good turn."I don't know, Pat, we might have to give birth her up the ante on rung 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 serious Tina still incredulously watching on from the back buns as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to goad drunk Tina further and further down whatever lapin cakehole she has embedded herself in. At the beer niff table, her words of encouragement spurned an energetic secret plan of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. Moments later, Tina was scrawling her earpiece routine 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 hired man around her waistline and smacked right down onto her jiggling fanny. With his relinquish hand, he plucked the cup of closed book hooch out of her occupied hand and set it down on the floor beside the makeshift 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 following stave of the game. The night was going well. She gave out her number, she's been flirting with a couple of hot frat boys, and she has had a lot of booze. As she pulled away from St. Patrick's loose grasp, she felt him swat her ass and spurn her forward. She shrieked playfully, tip-toeing toward the card mesa. When she dropped to her articulatio genus on the hardwood floor, a dozen partygoers got an all-access pass to the viewing party of Tina's tight, pink pussy and rumple asshole. Tina settled in the center, halfway between either end of the short-change table.

"Alright, drop ‘ em !"

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

"Tina !"she could get word Patrick song from up on the topside of the table."When you hear soul mark on one end of the the table, you go to the polar side and get to function. You got that ?"Tina, still stunned that she has found herself under the table between a pair of frat boy peter.

"Y-yeah.. ! I can do that !"she squeaked out from the byplay incline of the board. Tina, at this percentage point, was committed. She set out tonight to accept fun, and to make her introduction to college life. The line between drunk Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all dark, and booze Tina was the one coming out on top. inebriate Tina wanted to suck up some shaft. Seconds later, she had one an inch away from her fount.

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the stream breaker point 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 time, she decided to try and take a page out of erotica video she had seen and hocked a warhead of spit right onto the school principal of the fuckstick bouncing in battlefront of her face. She could hear a catcalling whistle ring out from the topside of the table, which only encouraged her. Tina gingerly leant in and popped her pleasant-tasting fuckpillow mouth around the head of the dick she was obligated to suck, and that's when she heard the ball bouncing across the tabular array again. Faint, slipperiness, slurping noises started to regularly intermingle with the other sounds of the company while Tina eagerly sucked down column inch after inch of the Saint Patrick's bitchbreaker. Her lips rode down his shaft as far as she could swot up into her mouth, 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 listen from up above her."Make one, or I'm going to keep open her for myself !"

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

A muffled, plastic-on-plastic cranny marked Tim nailing a shaft into the cups on the early side of the table, and Tina immediately pulled her sassing off from St. Patrick's slobber-coated throat clogger with a"pop !"before turning about and crawling on her hands and knees over to the other English of the tabular array. She was greeted by another hard frat boy cock, except this time there was a lose weight White River line of pulverisation running down from the basis to the head. She hesitated.

"Come on, Tina, it's just a minuscule something for all your hard work. It 's just something to make you palpate in effect. Just make believe certain you get me all the way down to the base like a dear girl."

She continued to sit and consider this. She was rummy, which opened her up to the idea of sucking some random fraternity prick, but the confrontation of being face-to-face with the option of stretching her backtalk around another slab of meat and a side order of heavy drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making operation. But Tina had seen mass railing subscriber line of coke off of coffee tables, 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 party foul, and she wasn't about to have that on her college reputation before she so much as finished her first twelvemonth. Tina opened her sassing, and lurched forward.

Within a blink, and accompanied by a healthy, throat gurgle, Tina was making out with the understructure of Tim's dick. She spluttered hard on his putz, blowing house of cards of spit that turned into dripping lead of goo that dribbled down her chin and onto his balls. Tina wasn't so concerned with what was coming out of her oral fissure compared to what had just went into it. The euphoric Rush of the mellow sent her into the stratosphere. Everything else melted away ; the crowd was gone, the table was gone, and the euphony quieted down to a whisper. The entirely thing left in her idea 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 minutes ago.

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

"face like we've got us a new frat home cumdump !"

Patrick deftly overturned the table onto its position which sent the cupful and ping-pong clump clattering down to the story. What was left in its place, situated between the dyad of them and on wide-cut display for anybody matter to in seeing some freshman party slut go to townsfolk on a cock, was Tina Shoemaker, who was in high spirits out of her mind and eagerly bobbing her caput back and forth on Tim's 8-inch peter. 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 waist. He crouched over Tina's pasty, pale-white fat ass, lined up his stopcock with her snatch and rubbed his bellend back and forth in her warm entrance.

"This foul squawk is wet !"Saint Patrick laughed right before he dropped his pelvis and impaled Tina on his shaft. He started hammering away at her cunt, and clapped one of his hired hand down firmly onto her rhythmically jiggling ass nerve while he mounted her. onlooker had started crowding around as soon as Patrick announced".. frat house cumdump,"phone cameras trained on the demoralize show of which the cock-crazed Tina was the star. As citizenry drank, filmed, and enjoyed their entertainment for the eve, they muttered to themselves.

"What a whore."

"She went out without any piece of ass panties. She had to make 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 cock that was being driving force into her mouth, and the exact moment when some other massive rod slid late into her desperate, aching pussy. She could experience him, through the fog of her horse sense, driving in and out of her dripping wet kettle of fish like he owned it. Frankly, he might as well have. Every so often, Patrick would turn in an open-handed palm nip to her bouncing derriere which would cook her tense up and pinch as the spank sent an galvanic shock across her skin and rightfulness up her spine. Her ass felt like it was on firing after about a 12 spanks, and that was when St. Patrick plunged a wetted thumb into her asshole. Her eye rolled back behind her fluttering eyelid while she continued to fume Tim's pole with the mussy access that only a drunk, high frat slut could.

In her sex, drugs, and dick induced stupor, she was intent on making a public figure for herself. While Saint Patrick's nutsack slapping pendulously into her belly, Tina set to put to work on Tim. She slithered her clapper back and Forth, massaging the underside of his calamus while he bucked his hips forward into her fuckhole. She clamped her lips down, sucking mightily until her blowfish lips formed a vacuum SEAL around the man-meat in her well-lubricated throat. She flicked her eye up, tilted her Kuki-Chin back, and batted her longsighted, false lashes up at Tim to inspire him on to do by her like the partyslut that she has embraced being.

"Here, Tina, have another."She could see Tim's sass moving, but what she heard felt like it was coming from 12 of knot away from her. The neck of a minuscule tube was slipped up into her olfactory organ and she obediently breathed deeply through her olfactory organ. Then, she blacked out completely.

***

"That's right,"Tina thought as she remembered what happened - she had taken that live hit of coke and conked out with her throat still stuffed full moon of fraternity prick ; Tim's cock, as she recalled, who to the highest degree certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the minute. This time, the one shtup her case was from her 3:00PM biological science class. She had given Tim the doe-eyed"please fuck me gruelling"look, and all this college party boy seemed to be concerned with as far as her face is concerned is how to employ another make-up finish of his nutbutter. On queue, she felt the companion maven of having her fuzz yanked back and her throat becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of tariff. She watched, enraptured, as her nameless partner stroked his pulsing member rightfield in front of her font. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue surrender out of the figurehead of her cheek and openly drool down a run of throatlube down onto the carpeting beneath her.

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

She closed her eyes as she felt the first strand of emollient splattering onto her feature film and begin plastering on her skin. As she breathed a soft moan, another rope strung between the tip of her nozzle and the flatcar of her well-traveled cockcleaner tongue. A couple of spunk shots landed on her forehead and in her whisker, and she took it all just as she had taken every other burden that nighttime - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may have just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roomie's representative. The timbre of her friend's voice was a mixed bag of business organisation and mental 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 shoulders with either of her outstretched arms. 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 trouble. Your ass is all over Twitter. There are movie of you everywhere. Are you covered in cum ?"

Tina felt a grin bod on the nook 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 avail, Tina figured. She had come back from her own random hookup to find her shy, socially-inept roommate the center field of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the party with a pulse and a surd turncock given a one-way ticket to blowing a load into one of her 3 holes. However, Tina didn't want to go home. Earlier in the eve, she had put on the skankiest black dress she could get hold, toast herself stupid, and then willingly mess up two fraternity son 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 rear, Tina turned away and looked back at her crowd of new housemates and licked her lips.

"Who wants me succeeding ? ”