Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained cognisance it was on her articulatio genus in the middle of having her oral cavity 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 lip as their own personal masturbatory aid substance to proceed ramming his hips 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 respire while he did it. He twisted his hand over in her hair, redoubling the handful of curly brunette lock chamber he was using to keep his toy in place. She could feel a few string of her hair fray and pop while he bared down on her, and that didn't slow him down even a bit. Each prison term his crotch bounced off of her mouth and nose, his dick 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 throat.

"I'm about to end up here. Who wants the next turn at this smutty tart ? !"Tina could hear his far-off vocalisation booming overtop of her strangling racket and the crowd that she, as she was suddenly and unshakably aware, was standing around them. While this anon. frat boy's pecker pistoned in and out of her well-used pharynx, fuzzy details became more acquit. She realized she was still in the fraternity star sign that she started the evening off by entering. She realized that her human knee were sore as shag, and sunk into the grimy carpet of the Lambda Chi Theta theater great room. She also realized that the people gathered around her were cheering, shouting, whistling, and otherwise applauding the debaucherous spectacle. She was the nerve centre of attending there on the floor, and the defacto fraternity house whore, college freshman Tina Shoemaker.

"I'll take her next ! I've been waiting all nighttime for my chance with at least one of her fuckholes !"

"C'mon, what the fuck, man ? I said I had her future !"

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

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

"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 manus around Tina's throat. He clenched down with his digit, intent on choking her while he thrust his organ pipe right past her faucial tonsil and let a monumental rush of spunk photoflood straight down the dorsum of her throat. With his script viced around her neck, Tina didn't have much of a alternative of whether or not she swallowed his latest deposit into her belly. She looked up, through blear and tear-stricken eye, at the frat boy whose face she didn't recognize and chugged down his cum. It took several glugs, but she managed to keep chugging until he had drained his Ball into her stomach.

All of the sudden, Tina felt her head rushing backwards and the tool that was lodged in her throat was wrenched out, leaving her wall hanging for a moment with her mouth agape and splattered with sticky saliva. She could hear him snicker while he wiped off his shaft on Tina's face, smearing a embarrassing house-made blend of spitting and jizz across her face like they were his cum rags. Seizing the present moment, she took a gasping breath and tried to choke down as a good deal air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat tool in her lip !"she heard a feminine interpreter cheer from a couple rows back in the crew. That one got a rise out of the crowd of onlookers, who chimed in with a chorus line of laughter. Without another second spared for her to breathe, she felt one hand spill her hair's-breadth and another one bit it up. Then, another girthy schlong was stuffed in between her backtalk before she could even close her mouth.

It continued like that for several blurry hours, passing Tina's header from one set of hands to another like a hand-me-down, pass-around fleshlight that just happened to take a big draft of air every now and then between sessions of guzzling down a helping of cum straight from the tap. Tina knocked back each guess of sticky glue, horking them down as quickly as they could feed them to her. It wasn't until the 6th burden that she began to think back, wondering how she went from putting on a slight, figure-flaunting black wearing apparel that showed off her bubbly ass in the comfort of her own residence hall rooms hours before - or days before, she conceded to herself that she had no substantial way of knowing for certainly - to slurping down piping-hot piles 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 part from across the other side of the dorm room.

"I'm working on it !"Tina shot back to her dorm roommate. She was in the midsection of cramming her jiggling rump down into a dress that was a whole size of it too humble. The stretched-thin silk clung to her bend like saran wrap and the hem at the rear end rode up so obscenely high gear that it showed off more than a soupcon of her ass. Tina figured that this dress, albeit kind of gratuitous, she admitted, would depict off her flirty side. She admired herself in the mirror for a moment, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her deep brown bob-style haircut and straightened her thick-frame monocle. She pushed up on her perky B-cup titmouse, making certain they featured prominently on her chest and what cleavage she had was on video display in the frock neckline that plunged down to just above her diaphragm. Tonight, she would be that chill girlfriend from the freshman class that was sexy, witty, and always said the right thing - and everyone would desire to get her number.

"You look like a shag trollop,"her roommate snorted from somewhere behind her. Tina whirled around on her heel and stuck up her center fingerbreadth in the guidance of the voice.

"Fuck you, Ari."

"Look, daughter, 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 phonation trail off into cypher, and then felt a pair of helping hand clamp down onto the paper-thin black cloth and Yankee-Doodle upwards. Tina's ass all but spilled out of the fabric and bounced animatedly for an unplowed 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 figurehead door of their shared living space.

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

Tina looked back at her flatly and seemed to moot her roommate's words for all of a present moment. After a pulsation, she crossed her arm with a huff and rolled her eyes.

"expression, I'm just trying to have a in effect time. If I find someone to get laid, so be it. I'm not exactly going out looking for that to occur, either."

"Whatever you say !"Ari returned, already most of the way through the doorway by the clip Tina finished defending her closet choices for the evening. Tina started after her, snatching up her headphone on the way out the doorway as the couple of them strode out into the hallway of the tranquillize dormitory hallway. She didn't realize until she was sliding into the backseat of their company chariot that she had forgot to put any panty on, and by then she couldn't be bothered to go back.

***

Tina swung the car door shut with a aloud"whump"and leaned over the door in the subject passenger window.

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

"Suck his nooky dick, too, while you're over there ! Come on, let's fucking go !"Arielle called out from behind her, already halfway up the driving force in forepart of the the colonial-style Patrick Victor Martindale White menage emblazoned with the Greek lettering spelling out"Lambda Chi Theta"across the top beam supported by a row of Doric pillar. For those not in a fraternity, the English spelling of"Lambda Chi Theta"was also written out next to their Greek vis-a-vis, which Tina thought was rather considerate. She scowled at her roommate and offered her another once-over of her improbable finger before glancing back at the Uber driver and mouthing a silent"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the driveway behind her friend, she found herself ineffectual to walk quickly in her cling-wrap wearing apparel and 3-inch"fuck me"( or, what she considered to be"notice me") hound. She skipped past a partner off hoi polloi already laying out in the grass in front of the grand old theater who were appearing to carry the age-old and time-honoured fraternity tradition of getting shitfaced inebriate and passing out with a cup of beer still in helping hand. The finisher she got to the front of the construction, the Thomas More she could feel the bass threaded through the dance music emanating from the political party thumping her in the chest with every throbbing. She arrived on the look steps just as Arielle was knocking on the tremendous slab of oak that was the nominal head door.

"They're not going to pick up 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 doorway and, with no small measure of effort involved, heaved it open. The soundtrack to the planetary house party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the general uproar of dozens of conversations occurring throughout the party at the Lapp time. People were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting gabfest at a decibel level apropos that of cheering at a card-playing event. Arielle glanced back with a baffled feeling on her face and locked her fingerbreadth around Tina's wrist just before darting into the battle royal. Tina jostled passed people while struggling to keep back pace with the canter 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 sard can of human existence, as was the nature of frat parties.

"Ari, slack down !"Tina protested, pulling her arm back as they crossed through a hallway lined with climb carnal heads and ‘ stratum of 1997'fraternity chemical group pic in opulent, gold-leafed material body."Where are you even going ?"

"sledding to get laid, stupid !"

"What the ass ? Why do I have to come ?"Tina stammered, suddenly abrim with question about her for the first time and only college friend.

"Yeah, I'm going to go knock off up with this guy I met in course. 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 actual bitch, you know that ? And who's the prostitute, again ?"

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

"Don't get into too a great deal hassle, roomie !"

Tina pursed her mouth and sighed. She was totally alone now, but at to the lowest degree she had her beer. She peered down into it for a moment, noticed it's slightly strange colouration, but elected to devour it anyway. She polished off the drinkable and let the cup fall from her hired man to the base to join the other fistful of trampled empties, and then she headed in the opposite direction of Arielle.

***

After a solid half-hour of milling about the castle-esque frat home, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her clothes to keep 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 pong on either sides of a rickety card table. By this sentence, she had accepted too many drinks that seemed much stronger than your intermediate fresh-from-the-keg brew, but they tasted confection and they went down like piss, so she kept on drinking them as fast as they were handed to her. When she felt words tumbling out of her mouth while she stood beside the ongoing game, she was a passenger in the cognitive operation of her own inebriated pair of loose lips.

"Whoever wins this adjacent round gets my phone number !"Meanwhile, the sober Tina, planted in the back seat, internally nodded her approval at drunk Tina's bravery.

The one with the Ping-Pong 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 casual game.

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

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

"Tina. Cute. Okay, Tina,"the backwards-hat eroding jock repeated as he flashed a look over to his opponent.

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

"Yeah, I'm good with that. I just hope we get to raise the stakes. A phone number doesn't necessarily have in mind anything, does it ?"Tim replied in turn."I don't know, Pat, we might have to have her up the ante on round two to something I couldn't breakthrough on her Facebook profile."Tim glanced over at Tina, arching his supercilium as if to prompt a response.

"We'll see, boys !"Tina responds, with grave Tina still incredulously watching on from the plunk for backside as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to spur fuddle Tina further and further down whatever rabbit yap she has embedded herself in. At the beer niff mesa, her words of boost spurned an energetic game of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. bit later, Tina was scrawling her telephone set number into the outstretched palm tree of the master 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 helping hand around her waist and smacked right down onto her jiggling posterior. With his free hand, he plucked the cup of closed book hooch out of her occupied manus and set it down on the floor beside the stopgap 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 succeeding one shot of the game. The night was going well. She gave out her number, she's been flirting with a couple of hot frat boy, and she has had a lot of booze. As she pulled away from Saint Patrick's loose hold, she felt him swat her ass and disdain her forward. She shrieked playfully, tip-toeing toward the bill of fare mesa. When she dropped to her articulatio genus on the hardwood flooring, a dozen partygoers got an all-access whirl to the viewing party of Tina's tight, pink slit and puckered whoreson. Tina settled in the shopping mall, halfway between either end of the short table.

"Alright, drop ‘ em !"

Each pair of ramification on either side of the mesa wriggled slightly, and then both frat boys dropped their pants down to the ankle and exposed their throbbing, veiny cocks that dangled down in between their legs. Tina's eyes went wide, and she quickly snatched up the red charge card cup of alcohol from the flooring beside her for a upstanding 5 seconds of chugging.

"Tina !"she could hear Patrick call from up on the topside of the table."When you hear person grudge on one end of the the table, you go to the opposite English and get to work. You got that ?"Tina, still stunned that she has found herself under the table between a couple of frat boy cocks.

"Y-yeah.. ! I can do that !"she squeaked out from the business concern side of meat of the tabular array. Tina, at this level, was committed. She set out tonight to give birth fun, and to defecate her introduction to college aliveness. The personal line of credit between inebriate Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all night, and wino 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 typeface.

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the current points leader, Tim. She decided to try and her skilful to do as she was told. She had only sucked one cock before, and that was her high school school boyfriend. It didn't go well. Determined to do better this time, she decided to try and contract a page out of porn television she had seen and hocked a load of spit right onto the heading of the fuckstick bouncing in front 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 delectable fuckpillow lips around the brain of the cock she was obligated to suck, and that's when she heard the ball bouncing across the table again. deliquium, slick, slurping noises started to regularly intermingle with the other sound of the party while Tina eagerly sucked down in after column inch of the Patrick's bitchbreaker. Her lips rode down his shaft as far as she could cram 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 get word from up above her."Make one, or I'm going to keep her for myself !"

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

A muffled, plastic-on-plastic go marked Tim nailing a guesswork into the cups on the other face of the table, and Tina immediately pulled her backtalk 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 slope of the table. She was greeted by another hard fraternity boy cock, except this time there was a thin E. B. White line of gunpowder running down from the base to the head. She hesitated.

"come on, Tina, it's just a little something for all your severely study. It 's just something to draw you feel salutary. Just make surely you get me all the way down to the base like a salutary girl."

She continued to sit and look at this. She was drunk, which opened her up to the thought of sucking some random frat tool, but the face-off of being face-to-face with the option of stretching her lips around another slab of heart and a side orderliness of surd drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making process. But Tina had seen multitude railing parentage of coke off of coffee board, countertops, and bare asscheeks all throughout the political party, so she figured that if she didn't do this, her night of fun was probably going to end. It would be a company foul, and she wasn't about to have that on her college reputation before she so much as finished her initiatory year. Tina opened her lip, and lurched forward.

Within a wink, and accompanied by a healthy, throat gurgle, Tina was making out with the base of Tim's cock. She spluttered hard on his dick, blowing bubbles of spit that turned into dripping trails of goo that dribbled down her chin and onto his Lucille Ball. Tina wasn't so concerned with what was coming out of her rima oris compared to what had just went into it. The euphoric kick of the high sent her into the stratosphere. Everything else melted away ; the bunch was gone, the table was gone, and the music quieted down to a rustling. The only if affair left in her nous was her, and the addictive stopcock she was charged with deep throating.

***

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

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

"flavour like we've got us a new frat menage cumdump !"

Patrick deftly overturned the table onto its position which sent the cups and Ping-Pong egg clattering down to the floor. What was left in its spot, situated between the duad of them and on full phase of the moon showing for anybody interested in seeing some freshman party slut go to town on a dick, was Tina Shoemaker, who was high out of her mind and eagerly bobbing her head back and forth on Tim's 8-inch rotating shaft. Saint Patrick knelt down and met no ohmic resistance whatsoever from their cock-addicted dicksucker when he pushed up her dress up over her ass and to her waist. He crouched over Tina's pasty, pale-white fat ass, lined up his cock with her pussy and rubbed his bellend back and forth in her warm entrance.

"This dirty bitch is wet !"St. Patrick laughed right before he dropped his hips and empale Tina on his hammer. He started hammering away at her cunt, and clapped one of his hired hand down firmly onto her rhythmically jiggling ass cheek while he mounted her. looker-on had started crowding around as soon as St. Patrick announced".. frat house cumdump,"phone cameras trained on the depraved show of which the cock-crazed Tina was the maven. As people drank, filmed, and enjoyed their entertainment for the evening, they muttered to themselves.

"What a whore."

"She went out without any fucking pantie. She had to suffer wanted this from the start."

"Did you see her frock ?"

Tina was flying too senior high school to have any shame for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this mouth-watering cock that was being thrust into her mouth, and the precise mo when some other monolithic rod slid deep into her do-or-die, aching pussy. She could experience him, through the fog of her pot, 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 decoration smack to her bouncing tooshie which would gain her tense up and twitch as the spank sent an electrical blow across her hide and right wing up her spine. Her ass felt like it was on blast after about a 12 spanks, and that was when Patrick plunged a wetted quarter round into her son of a bitch. Her eyes rolled back behind her fluttering eyelids while she continued to fume Tim's pole with the messy approaching that only a drunk, heights frat strumpet could.

In her sex, drugs, and dick induced stupor, she was intent on making a name for herself. While Patrick's nutsack slapping pendulously into her belly, Tina set to function on Tim. She slithered her tongue back and forth, massaging the bottom of his shaft while he bucked his coxa forward into her fuckhole. She clamped her lips down, sucking mightily until her pufferfish sassing formed a vacuum seal around the man-meat in her well-lubricated throat. She flicked her eye up, tilted her chin back, and batted her retentive, shammer lashes up at Tim to urge him on to treat her like the partyslut that she has embraced being.

"Here, Tina, have another."She could see Tim's lips moving, but what she heard felt like it was coming from dozens of sea mile away from her. The neck opening of a diminished tube 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 coke and conked out with her throat still stuffed fully of frat dick ; Tim's pecker, as she recalled, who most certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the second. This time, the one fucking her face was from her 3:00PM biological science social class. She had given Tim the doe-eyed"please fuck me intemperately"expression, and all this college company boy seemed to be concerned with as far as her side is concerned is how to apply another makeup finishing of his nutbutter. On queue, she felt the comrade sensation of having her hair yanked back and her throat becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of duty. She watched, enraptured, as her nameless collaborator stroked his pulsing member rightfulness in front of her face. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue Fall out of the front 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 category mocked. All Tina could muster was a nod. She was ready. She wanted it.

She closed her eye as she felt the first string of cream splatter onto her features and begin plastering on her skin. As she breathed a soft moan, another rope strung between the tip of her nose and the flatbed of her well-traveled cockcleaner tongue. A couple of spunk slam landed on her brow and in her hair, and she took it all just as she had taken every other loading that night - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may give birth just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roomie's voice. The tint of her Friend's voice was a mixture of business concern and confusion, but the next affair 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 implements of war. Tina was wobbly on her two foundation because she hadn't been on them in several time of day, so she essentially leaned into the financial backing joists her roomy was offering while she looked dazedly onto her face.

"Tina, what the roll in the hay ? I told you not to get in fuss. Your ass is all over Twitter. There are pictures of you everywhere. Are you covered in cum ?"

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

"feeling, I've got to get you menage. 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 of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the party with a impulse and a surd cock given a one-way slate to blowing a freight into one of her 3 holes. However, Tina didn't deprivation to go abode. Earlier in the even, she had put on the skankiest black dress she could recover, drink herself stupid, and then willingly bollocks up two frat boys 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 cover, Tina turned away and looked back at her crowd of new housemates and licked her lips.

"Who wants me side by side ? ”