Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained awareness it was on her articulatio genus in the midriff of having her rima oris plugged airtight by a thick, throbbing pecker. 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 substance to continue ramming his pelvic arch into her face, bucking and rutting away. He was fucking Tina's pharynx raw, and didn't seem to care whether or not she was conscious or could breathe while he did it. He twisted his script over in her hair, redoubling the fistful of curly brunette locks he was using to hold open his toy in place. She could feel a few strands of her hair fray and pop while he bared down on her, and that didn't slow him down even a bit. Each metre his genital organ bounced off of her mouth and nose, his cock plunged 8 or 9 in 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 wind up up here. Who wants the future number at this nasty whore ? !"Tina could hear his far-off voice booming overtop of her choking noises and the bunch that she, as she was suddenly and unshakably cognizant, was standing around them. While this anonymous fraternity boy's prick pistoned in and out of her well-used throat, fuzzy details became more clear. She realized she was still in the fraternity sign that she started the evening off by entering. She realized that her stifle were sore as fuck, and sunk into the dingy carpet of the Lambda Chi Theta house great way. She also realized that the the great unwashed gathered around her were cheering, shouting, whistling, and otherwise applauding the debaucherous spectacle. She was the midpoint of attention there on the floor, and the defacto frat house lady of pleasure, college freshman 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 fucking, 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 prick after cock for hours."

"I've ‘ got ta cum first, boys ! This slut has been doing a damn fine job polishing my shaft, and I've got to give her a small tip for her striking service !"

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

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

Without any warning, the rowdy jock making use of her uppermost cock-accommodating porta reached down and wrapped one of his baseball glove around Tina's throat. He clenched down with his fingers, aim on choking her while he thrust his pipe right past her tonsils and let a monumental surge of spunk flood straight down the spinal column of her throat. With his mitt viced around her neck, Tina didn't have much of a selection of whether or not she swallowed his later deposit into her belly. She looked up, through muzzy 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 keep open chugging until he had drained his chunk into her stomach.

All of the sudden, Tina felt her head rushing backwards and the stopcock that was lodged in her pharynx was wrenched out, leaving her wall hanging for a mo with her back talk agape and splattered with sticky spittle. She could hear him snicker while he wiped off his cock on Tina's face, smearing a unenviable house-made blend of spit and jizz across her impudence like they were his cum tabloid. Seizing the moment, she took a gasping breathing spell and tried to choke down as much air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat cock in her oral cavity !"she heard a feminine spokesperson cheer from a dyad rows back in the crowd. That one got a rise out of the bunch of onlooker, who chimed in with a Greek chorus of laughter. Without another second spared for her to breathe, she felt one hand dismissal her hair and another one snatch it up. Then, another girthy schlong was stuffed in between her back talk before she could even close 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 take a big gulp of air every now and then between sessions of guzzling down a helping of cum heterosexual from the tap. Tina knocked back each shot of awkward glue, horking them down as quickly as they could run them to her. It wasn't until the 6th encumbrance that she began to think back, wondering how she went from putting on a thin, figure-flaunting Shirley Temple Black dress that showed off her bubbly ass in the puff of her own student residence rooms time of day before - or days before, she conceded to herself that she had no real way of knowing for sure - to slurping down piping-hot wads of jizz like it was her reason for getting out of bed in the morning.

***

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

"I'm working on it !"Tina shot back to her dorm roommate. She was in the heart of cramming her jiggling rump down into a dress that was a whole size of it too pocket-sized. The stretched-thin silk clung to her curved shape like saran wrapping and the hem at the bottom rode up so obscenely high gear that it showed off more than a breath 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 mo, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her rich brown bob-style haircut and straightened her thick-frame monocle. She pushed up on her perky B-cup boob, making sure they featured prominently on her breast and what cleavage she had was on showing in the dress neckline that plunged down to just above her midriff. Tonight, she would be that chill young lady from the newcomer grade that was sexy, witty, and always said the rightfield 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 focussing of the voice.

"Fuck you, Ari."

"Look, girl, if you are tryin'to get fucked tonight, you couldn't have possible picked out a respectable dress for the occasion. In fact, you probably wouldn't have to do much.."Tina noticed Arielle's voice trail off into zilch, and then felt a brace of paw clamp down onto the paper-thin pitch-dark material and Northerner upwards. Tina's ass all but spilled out of the fabric and bounced animatedly for an unplowed 5 or 6 seconds.

"What the shtup, Ari ? !"Tina protested, smacking at Arielle's helping hand while she fought to wrestle the dress back down into office. 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 exhibit 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 roomie's words for all of a moment. After a measure, she crossed her subdivision with a huff and rolled her eyes.

"look, I'm just trying to have a good time. If I find someone to make love, so be it. I'm not exactly going out looking for that to happen, either."

"Whatever you say !"Ari returned, already virtually of the way through the threshold by the time Tina finished defending her wardrobe alternative for the evening. Tina started after her, snatching up her phone on the way out the threshold as the pair of them strode out into the hallway of the quieten 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 door 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 driveway in front of the the colonial-style albumen firm emblazoned with the Greek lettering spelling out"Lambda Chi Theta"across the top balance beam supported by a row of Doric mainstay. For those not in a fraternity, the English spelling of"Lambda Chi Theta"was also written out following 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 device driver and mouthing a soundless"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the driveway behind her friend, she found herself ineffectual to walk quickly in her cling-wrap attire and 3-inch"fuck me"( or, what she considered to be"notice me") heel. She skipped past a yoke citizenry already laying out in the grass in front end of the grand old house who were appearing to conduct the age-old and time-honored fraternity custom of getting shitfaced drunk and passing out with a cup of beer still in hand. The finisher she got to the front end of the building, the more she could experience the bass threaded through the terpsichore music emanating from the company thumping her in the chest with every throbbing. She arrived on the front steps just as Arielle was knocking on the enormous slab of oak that was the front 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 try you. I guess we should just go in, then ?"

"After you."

Arielle pushed on the threshold and, with no small amount of effort involved, heaved it open. The soundtrack to the house political party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the oecumenical garboil of dozens of conversations occurring throughout the party at the Same sentence. People were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting chit-chat at a decibel level apropos that of cheering at a sporting event. Arielle glanced back with a deep in thought spirit on her font and locked her fingerbreadth around Tina's wrist just before darting into the scrimmage. Tina jostled passed the great unwashed while struggling to proceed gait 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 alcohol along the way through the sardine can of man organism, as was the nature of frat parties.

"Ari, slow down !"Tina protested, pulling her arm back as they crossed through a hallway lined with hop on animal brain and ‘ year of 1997'brotherhood group exposure in opulent, gold-leafed figure."Where are you even going ?"

"passing to get laid, stupid !"

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

"Yeah, I'm going to go hook up with this guy I met in class. He told me to meet him in one of these book binding 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 substantial squawk, you know that ? And who's the working girl, again ?"

Arielle responded through a shrug, then spun on a heel and continued down the hall towards one of the many bedrooms with close up doors, no dubiousness occupied by standardized casual hookups.

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

Tina pursed her back talk 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 strange color, but elected to down it anyway. She polished off the swallow and let the cup pin from her hand to the storey to connect the other handful of tramp down empties, and then she headed in the opposite direction of Arielle.

***

After a solid 30 minutes of milling about the castle-esque frat house, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her dress to keep back it from riding up too high and exposing her forgotten panties, she found herself as an onlooker of a pair of frat boys playing beer niff on either side of a rickety card tabular array. By this time, she had accepted too many drinking that seemed much solid than your modal fresh-from-the-keg brew, but they tasted sweet and they went down like water system, so she kept on drinking them as fast as they were handed to her. When she felt word of honor tumbling out of her mouth while she stood beside the ongoing game, she was a rider in the surgical procedure of her own tickle pink pair of loose lips.

"Whoever wins this next rhythm gets my phone number !"Meanwhile, the sober Tina, planted in the back arse, internally nodded her approving at intoxicated Tina's bravery.

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

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

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

"Tina. Cute. Okay, Tina,"the backwards-hat eroding athletic supporter repeated as he flashed a looking at over to his opponent.

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

"Yeah, I'm estimable with that. I just hope we get to raise the stake. A phone number doesn't necessarily mean anything, does it ?"Tim replied in tour."I don't know, Pat, we might have to let her up the ante on round two to something I couldn't breakthrough 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 sober Tina still incredulously watching on from the second seat as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to goad drunk Tina further and further down whatever rabbit kettle of fish she has embedded herself in. At the beer pong table, her words of encouragement spurned an gumptious plot of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. instant later, Tina was scrawling her telephone 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 manus around her waistline and smacked right down onto her jiggling posterior. With his disembarrass helping hand, he plucked the cup of mystery hooch out of her occupied helping hand and set it down on the level beside the make-do beer pong table.

"Get under the tabular array, Tina."

"Uh, what does this experience 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 game. The night was going well. She gave out her number, she's been flirting with a couple of hot frat male child, and she has had a lot of booze. As she pulled away from Patrick's liberal grip, she felt him swat her ass and spurn her forward. She shrieked playfully, tip-toeing toward the card mesa. When she dropped to her knees on the hardwood flooring, a dozen partygoers got an all-access flip to the viewing company of Tina's tight, pink pussy and puckered asshole. Tina settled in the nub, halfway between either end of the short table.

"Alright, drop ‘ em !"

Each pair of stage on either side of the mesa wriggled slightly, and then both frat boys dropped their pant down to the mortise joint and exposed their throbbing, veiny shaft that dangled down in between their leg. Tina's eyes 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 Saint Patrick Call from up on the topside of the mesa."When you hear individual score on one end of the the table, you go to the opposite side and get to work. You got that ?"Tina, still stunned that she has found herself under the table between a pair of frat boy shaft.

"Y-yeah.. ! I can do that !"she squeaked out from the line of work incline of the tabular array. Tina, at this spot, was committed. She set out tonight to receive fun, and to get her launching to college lifespan. The line between sot Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all night, and drunk Tina was the one coming out on top. Drunk Tina wanted to soak up some rooster. Seconds later, she had one an column inch away from her nerve.

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the flow points leader, Tim. She decided to try and her dear to do as she was told. She had only give suck one cock before, and that was her mellow school boyfriend. It didn't go well. Determined to do better this clip, she decided to try and take a page out of porn video she had seen and hocked a load of spittle right onto the principal of the fuckstick bouncing in front of her face. She could hear a catcalling whistle ring out from the topside of the board, which only encouraged her. Tina gingerly leant in and popped her luscious fuckpillow sassing around the head of the cock she was obligated to suck, and that's when she heard the ball bouncing across the table again. deliquium, slick, slurping dissonance started to regularly intermingle with the other sounds of the party while Tina eagerly sucked down inch after inch of the St. Patrick's bitchbreaker. Her lip rode down his shaft as far as she could cram into her back talk, 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."shuffling one, or I'm going to sustain her for myself !"

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

A muffled, plastic-on-plastic scissure marked Tim nailing a shot into the cups on the former side of the table, and Tina immediately pulled her mouth off from Patrick's slobber-coated throat clogger with a"pop !"before turning about and crawling on her hands and knees over to the other side of the table. She was greeted by another laborious frat boy cock, except this time there was a dilute white-hot note of powder running down from the base to the head. She hesitated.

"Come on, Tina, it's just a piddling something for all your intemperate oeuvre. It 's just something to take you sense in effect. Just attain sure you get me all the way down to the base like a trade good girl."

She continued to sit and consider this. She was drunk, which opened her up to the musical theme 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 marrow and a side order of grueling drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making mental process. But Tina had seen people railing melodic line of coke off of java tables, countertops, and bare asscheeks all throughout the company, so she figured that if she didn't do this, her night of fun was probably going to end. It would be a party foul, and she wasn't about to get that on her college reputation before she so much as finished her commencement year. Tina opened her mouth, and lurched forward.

Within a blinking, and accompanied by a healthy, throat gurgle, Tina was making out with the groundwork of Tim's dick. She spluttered hard on his cock, blowing bubbles of tongue that turned into dripping trail of goo that dribbled down her chin and onto his glob. Tina wasn't so concerned with what was coming out of her backtalk compared to what had just went into it. The euphoric hurry of the high sent her into the stratosphere. Everything else melted away ; the crowd was gone, the table was gone, and the music quieted down to a whisper. The only thing left in her intellect was her, and the habit-forming cock she was charged with late throating.

***

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

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

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

Saint Patrick deftly overturned the board onto its side which sent the cups and table tennis balls clattering down to the storey. What was left in its place, situated between the duad of them and on wide-cut display for anybody interest in seeing some neophyte party slut go to town on a tool, was Tina shoemaker, who was high out of her mind and eagerly bobbing her principal back and Forth on Tim's 8-inch calamus. Patrick knelt down and met no impedance 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 snatch and rubbed his bellend back and Forth River in her quick entrance.

"This dirty bitch is wet !"Patrick laughed right before he dropped his hips and spike 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. onlooker had started crowding around as soon as Patrick announced".. frat sign of the zodiac cumdump,"phone photographic camera trained on the depraved appearance of which the cock-crazed Tina was the headliner. As the great unwashed drank, filmed, and enjoyed their entertainment for the eve, they muttered to themselves.

"What a whore."

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

"Did you see her dress ?"

Tina was flying too high to have any pity for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this mouth-watering cock that was being poking into her mouth, and the precise present moment when some other massive rod slid deep into her despairing, 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, Patrick would deliver an open-handed palm relish to her bounce derriere which would make her tense up and twitch as the spank sent an electric daze across her peel and right up her spine. Her ass felt like it was on flak after about a twelve spanks, and that was when Patrick plunged a wetted quarter round into her SOB. Her heart rolled back behind her fluttering lid while she continued to smoke Tim's pole with the messy access that only a drunk, luxuriously frat slut could.

In her sex, drugs, and dick induced daze, she was intention on making a name for herself. While Patrick's nutsack slapping pendulously into her belly, Tina set to work on Tim. She slithered her tongue back and forth, massaging the underside of his shaft while he bucked his pelvic girdle forward into her fuckhole. She clamped her lips down, sucking mightily until her pufferfish lips formed a vacuum Navy SEAL around the man-meat in her well-lubricated throat. She flicked her eyes up, tilted her mentum back, and batted her long, bull lashes up at Tim to urge him on to address 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 cervix of a minor tube 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 finale hit of snow and conked out with her throat still stuffed full of fraternity dick ; Tim's peter, as she recalled, who most certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the moment. This meter, the one nooky her case was from her 3:00PM Biology course of instruction. She had given Tim the doe-eyed"please fuck me severe"look, and all this college party boy seemed to be concerned with as far as her face is concerned is how to apply another makeup coating of his nutbutter. On queue, she felt the intimate sensation of having her hair's-breadth yanked back and her pharynx becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of duty. She watched, enraptured, as her unknown better half stroked his pulsing member rightfulness in front of her font. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue fall out of the nominal head of her face and openly drool down a streak of throatlube down onto the rug 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 first strand of cream splatter onto her features and set about plastering on her peel. As she breathed a soft moan, another rope strung between the tip of her nose and the flat of her well-traveled cockcleaner tongue. A couple of nerve stroke landed on her forehead and in her hair, and she took it all just as she had taken every other freight that night - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may have just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roommate's voice. The tone of voice of her friend's vocalization was a mixture of concern and confusedness, but the next thing she knew she was being helped up onto her infantry in the middle of the crowd. Arielle had pushed through the bunch 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 roll in the hay ? 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 form on the corners of her cum-stained lips.

"looking, I've got to get you dwelling house. 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 discover her shy, socially-inept roomy the nub of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the party with a pulsing and a operose prick given a one-way slate to blowing a load into one of her 3 holes. However, Tina didn't deprivation to go habitation. Earlier in the evening, she had put on the skankiest sinister dress she could recover, drink herself stupid person, and then willingly blew two frat 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 roomie's ear."Go home."

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

"Who wants me next ? ”