Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained consciousness it was on her stifle in the midriff of having her sass plugged airtight by a thick, 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 mental object to cover ramming his pelvic arch 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 mitt over in her hair, redoubling the fistful of curly brunet whorl he was using to stay fresh his toy in property. 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 crotch bounced off of her mouth and nose, his peter 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 eat up up here. Who wants the succeeding turn at this cruddy whore ? !"Tina could hear his far-off vocalization booming overtop of her choking noises and the bunch that she, as she was suddenly and unshakably cognisant, was standing around them. While this anonymous frat boy's turncock pistoned in and out of her well-used throat, blurry details became more clear. She realized she was still in the frat family that she started the eventide off by entering. She realized that her knees were sore as fuck, and sunk into the dingy carpet of the Lambda Chi Theta house smashing way. She also realized that the multitude gathered around her were cheering, shouting, whistling, and otherwise applauding the debaucherous spectacle. She was the center of attention there on the floor, and the defacto frat house whore, college newbie Tina Shoemaker.

"I'll take her following ! I've been waiting all Nox for my hazard with at least one of her fuckholes !"

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

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

"I've ‘ got ta cum first, boys ! This slovenly woman has been doing a damn hunky-dory job polishing my barb, and I've got to render her a petty tip for her outstanding service !"

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

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

Without any warning, the roughneck jockstrap making use of her uppermost cock-accommodating porta reached down and wrapped one of his mitts around Tina's throat. He clenched down with his fingers, design on choking her while he thrust his pipe right past her tonsils and let a monumental rushing of spunk flood straight down the back of her pharynx. With his hand viced around her neck, Tina didn't have much of a option of whether or not she swallowed his late repository into her belly. She looked up, through fuzzy and tear-stricken optic, at the frat boy whose face she didn't recognize and chugged down his cum. It took several glugs, but she managed to proceed chugging until he had drained his balls into her stomach.

All of the sudden, Tina felt her head hurry backwards and the cock that was lodged in her throat was wrenched out, leaving her hanging for a moment with her mouth agape and splattered with pasty spittle. She could take heed him snicker while he wiped off his shaft on Tina's side, smearing a sticky house-made blend of saliva and jizz across her buttock like they were his cum tabloid. Seizing the moment, she took a gasping breathing time and tried to clog up down as much air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat dick in her mouth !"she heard a feminine part cheer from a couplet rows back in the crowd. That one got a rise out of the crew of looker-on, who chimed in with a chorus of laughter. Without another indorse spared for her to pass off, she felt one script button her hair and another one snatch it up. Then, another girthy schlong was stuffed in between her brim before she could even fill up her mouth.

It continued like that for several blurry hr, passing Tina's head from one set of hands to another like a hand-me-down, pass-around fleshlight that just happened to rent a big gulp of air every now and then between sessions of guzzling down a helping of cum heterosexual person from the tap. Tina knocked back each gibe 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 believe back, wondering how she went from putting on a slim, figure-flaunting black dress that showed off her bubbly ass in the comfort of her own student residence rooms hr before - or days before, she conceded to herself that she had no veridical way of knowing for sure - to slurping down piping-hot loads of jizz like it was her grounds for getting out of bed in the morning.

***

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

"I'm working on it !"Tina shot back to her hall roomy. She was in the midriff of cramming her jiggling rump down into a dress that was a entirely size too small. The stretched-thin silk clung to her bender like saran wrap and the hem at the backside rode up so obscenely high gear that it showed off more than a hint of her ass. Tina figured that this dress, albeit form of gratuitous, she admitted, would express off her flirty side. She admired herself in the mirror for a present moment, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her deep brown bob-style haircut and straightened her thick-frame specs. She pushed up on her perky B-cup titmouse, making sure they featured prominently on her chest of drawers and what segmentation she had was on showing in the garb neckline that plunged down to just above her midriff. Tonight, she would be that aplomb girl from the freshman class that was sexy, witty, and always said the right thing - and everyone would want to get her number.

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

"piece of tail you, Ari."

"looking, female child, if you are tryin'to get fucked tonight, you couldn't have possible picked out a best attire for the social function. In fact, you probably wouldn't have to do much.."Tina noticed Arielle's vox trail off into nothing, and then felt a duet of hands clamp down onto the paper-thin melanize cloth and Northerner upwards. Tina's ass all but spilled out of the fabric and bounced animatedly for an unbroken 5 or 6 seconds.

"What the screwing, Ari ? !"Tina protested, smacking at Arielle's hands while she fought to wrestle the apparel back down into plaza. Defeated, Arielle laughed and turned away, heading for the front room access of their shared support space.

"The fact that having your garb pulled up around your shank didn't express me all that much Thomas More than what I could see with it down should really narrate you something about the message you're sending, honey."

Tina looked back at her flatly and seemed to consider her roomie's quarrel for all of a moment. After a metre, she crossed her arms with a seeing red and rolled her eyes.

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

"Whatever you say !"Ari returned, already most of the way through the threshold by the time Tina finished defending her wardrobe option for the evening. Tina started after her, snatching up her earphone on the way out the threshold as the pair of them strode out into the hallway 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 panty on, and by then she couldn't be bothered to go back.

***

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

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

"Suck his fucking gumshoe, too, while you're over there ! Come on, let's fucking go !"Arielle called out from behind her, already halfway up the drive in front line of the the colonial-style white menage emblazoned with the Greek lettering spelling out"Lambda Chi Theta"across the top electron beam supported by a row of Doric pillars. For those not in a brotherhood, the English spelling of"Lambda Chi Theta"was also written out next to their Hellenic opposite number, which Tina thought was rather considerate. She scowled at her roomy and offered her another once-over of her tall finger before glancing back at the Uber driver and mouthing a mum"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the driveway behind her friend, she found herself ineffective to walk quickly in her cling-wrap dress and 3-inch"fuck me"( or, what she considered to be"notice me") blackguard. She skipped past a couple multitude already laying out in the eatage in nominal head of the grand old planetary house who were appearing to deal the age-old and time-honored sodality tradition of getting shitfaced drunk and passing out with a cup of beer still in handwriting. The finisher she got to the movement of the building, the Sir Thomas More she could feel the bass threaded through the dancing euphony emanating from the company thumping her in the breast with every throb. She arrived on the face steps just as Arielle was knocking on the tremendous slab of oak that was the front door.

"They're not going to listen you knocking. Can you even listen 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 minor amount of attempt involved, heaved it receptive. The soundtrack to the house party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the oecumenical uproar of dozens of conversations occurring throughout the party at the same time. multitude were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting chit-chat at a dB level apropos that of cheering at a sporting event. Arielle glanced back with a bemused look on her face and locked her fingers around Tina's wrist joint just before darting into the melee. Tina jostled passed the great unwashed while struggling to hold yard 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 sardine can of human organism, as was the nature of frat parties.

"Ari, slow down !"Tina protested, pulling her arm back as they crossed through a hall lined with mounted sensual head and ‘ course of instruction of 1997'sodality chemical group photos in opulent, gold-leafed frames."Where are you even going ?"

"exit to get laid, stupid !"

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

"Yeah, I'm going to go gazump up with this guy I met in social class. He told me to meet him in one of these rearward 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 really cunt, you know that ? And who's the whore, again ?"

Arielle responded through a shrug, then spun on a heel and continued down the hallway towards one of the many bedrooms with closed doorway, no doubt occupied by similar cursory hookups.

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

Tina pursed her lips and sighed. She was totally alone now, but at to the lowest degree she had her beer. She peered down into it for a consequence, noticed it's slightly strange semblance, but elected to cut down it anyway. She polished off the drink and let the cup fall from her handwriting to the story to join the early handful of tread empties, and then she headed in the opponent direction of Arielle.

***

After a solid half-hour of milling about the castle-esque frat mansion, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her wearing apparel to keep it from riding up too high and exposing her forgotten panties, she found herself as an onlooker of a duet of frat son playing beer pong on either sides of a rickety card tabular array. By this time, she had accepted too many drinks that seemed much stiff 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 words tumbling out of her mouth while she stood beside the on-going plot, she was a rider in the surgical procedure of her own intoxicated pair of on the loose lips.

"Whoever wins this next round gets my phone number !"Meanwhile, the sober Tina, planted in the back hind end, internally nodded her approval at inebriated Tina's bravery.

The one with the Ping-Pong testis in his mitt halted mid-throw and smirked, glancing over at the missy who had just put herself up as a prize for their casual game.

"That so, huh ? What's your gens, 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 drunkenness.".. Tina, duh,"she finished.

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

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

"Yeah, I'm good with that. I just hope we get to parent the stake. A phone number doesn't necessarily mean value anything, does it ?"Tim replied in turn."I don't know, Pat, we might suffer to have 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 actuate a response.

"We'll see, boys !"Tina responds, with sober Tina still incredulously watching on from the back seat as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to goad intoxicated Tina further and further down whatever rabbit hole she has embedded herself in. At the beer pong table, her words of encouragement spurned an energetic biz of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. minute later, Tina was scrawling her phone 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 ego watched nervously while he slid his mitt around her shank and smacked right down onto her jiggling posterior. With his free hand, he plucked the cup of mystery hootch out of her engaged hired hand and set it down on the floor beside the makeshift beer pong table.

"Get under the board, 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 rhythm of the plot. The Nox was going well. She gave out her number, she's been flirting with a duo of hot frat son, and she has had a lot of booze. As she pulled away from Patrick's loose clutch, she felt him swat her ass and spurn her forward. She shrieked playfully, tip-toeing toward the wit table. When she dropped to her knees on the hardwood floor, a dozen partygoers got an all-access mountain pass to the viewing party of Tina's tight, pink pussy and pucker motherfucker. Tina settled in the snapper, halfway between either end of the short table.

"Alright, drop ‘ em !"

Each couple of branch on either face of the table wriggled slightly, and then both fraternity boys dropped their pants down to the ankles and exposed their pounding, veiny prick that dangled down in between their legs. Tina's eyes went broad, and she quickly snatched up the red plastic cup of alcohol from the floor beside her for a solid 5 second of chugging.

"Tina !"she could hear Patrick call from up on the topside of the table."When you hear soul score on one end of the the table, you go to the opposite incline and get to work. You got that ?"Tina, still stunned that she has found herself under the tabular array between a pair of fraternity boy cocks.

"Y-yeah.. ! I can do that !"she squeaked out from the stage business side of meat of the board. Tina, at this gunpoint, was committed. She set out tonight to have fun, and to make her introduction to college life. The note between inebriate Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all dark, and drunk Tina was the one coming out on top. Drunk Tina wanted to suck up some tool. Seconds later, she had one an inch away from her nerve.

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the current gunpoint leader, Tim. She decided to try and her best to do as she was told. She had only fellate one cock before, and that was her gamy school boyfriend. It didn't go well. Determined to do better this time, she decided to try and take a pageboy out of smut video she had seen and hocked a payload of spit right onto the head of the fuckstick bouncing in front end of her expression. 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 luscious fuckpillow sassing around the straits of the putz she was obligated to lactate, and that's when she heard the ball bouncing across the board again. Faint, slipperiness, slurping noises started to regularly intermingle with the other sounds of the party while Tina eagerly sucked down inch after inch of the Patrick's bitchbreaker. Her rim rode down his shaft as far as she could cram into her mouthpiece, then back up the way she came. She could find his girthy magnetic pole resting on her tongue while she toiled away.

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

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

A stifle, plastic-on-plastic crack marked Tim nailing a shot into the cups on the other face of the board, and Tina immediately pulled her mouth off from Saint Patrick's slobber-coated throat clogger with a"pop !"before turning about and crawling on her hands and knee over to the other face of the mesa. She was greeted by another hard frat boy cock, except this time there was a thin Theodore Harold White personal line of credit of pulverization running down from the substructure to the question. She hesitated.

"come on, Tina, it's just a little something for all your hard work. It 's just something to make you feel effective. Just constitute surely you get me all the way down to the al-Qaida like a undecomposed girl."

She continued to sit and weigh this. She was sot, which opened her up to the idea of sucking some random fraternity cock, but the encounter of being opposite with the option of stretching her backtalk around another slab of kernel and a side order of hard drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making process. But Tina had seen hoi polloi railing lines of Coca Cola off of java tables, countertops, and bare asscheeks all throughout the party, 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 hold that on her college reputation before she so much as finished her first twelvemonth. Tina opened her oral fissure, and lurched forward.

Within a blink, and accompanied by a goodish, throat gurgle, Tina was making out with the foot of Tim's peter. She spluttered hard on his stopcock, blowing bubbles of spit that turned into dripping lead of goo that dribbled down her Kuki and onto his balls. Tina wasn't so implicated with what was coming out of her mouth compared to what had just went into it. The euphoric rush of the high sent her into the stratosphere. Everything else melted away ; the crowd was gone, the board was gone, and the music quieted down to a whisper. The entirely thing left in her nous was her, and the addictive putz she was charged with deep throating.

***

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

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

"Looks like we've got us a new fraternity house cumdump !"

Patrick deftly overturned the table onto its face which sent the cup and ping-pong balls clattering down to the base. What was left in its place, situated between the pair of them and on to the full presentation for anybody concerned in seeing some freshman party slut go to townsfolk on a dick, was Tina Shoemaker, who was eminent out of her head and eagerly bobbing her question back and Forth River on Tim's 8-inch gibe. St. Patrick knelt down and met no resistance whatsoever from their cock-addicted dicksucker when he pushed up her clothes up over her ass and to her waist. He crouched over Tina's pasty, pale-white fat ass, lined up his cock with her kitty and rubbed his bellend back and forth in her affectionate entrance.

"This dirty bitch is wet !"Patrick laughed right before he dropped his rose hip and stake Tina on his cock. 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 Patrick announced".. frat house cumdump,"phone cameras trained on the reprobate show of which the cock-crazed Tina was the genius. As people drank, filmed, and enjoyed their entertainment for the evening, they muttered to themselves.

"What a whore."

"She went out without any bang scanty. She had to hold wanted this from the start."

"Did you see her dress ?"

Tina was flying too high to have any ignominy for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this mouth-watering prick that was being thrust into her mouth, and the exact instant when some other massive rod slid rich into her do-or-die, aching twat. She could feel him, through the fog of her common sense, driving in and out of her dripping wet golf hole like he owned it. Frankly, he might as well have. Every so often, St. Patrick would deliver an open-handed laurel wreath smack to her bouncing derriere which would attain her tense up and twitch as the spank sent an galvanizing shock across her skin and right field up her spur. Her ass felt like it was on fire after about a 12 spanks, and that was when Patrick plunged a wetted quarter round into her mother fucker. Her eyes rolled back behind her fluttering eyelids while she continued to smoke Tim's pole with the messy approach that only a drunk, senior high fraternity slut could.

In her sex, drugs, and prick induced stupor, she was aim 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 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 lip formed a vacuum seal of approval around the man-meat in her well-lubricated throat. She flicked her eyes up, tilted her chin back, and batted her yearn, misrepresent 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 backtalk moving, but what she heard felt like it was coming from dozens of miles away from her. The neck 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 last hit of Coke and conked out with her throat still stuffed full of frat peter ; Tim's dick, as she recalled, who most certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the consequence. This prison term, the one fucking her face was from her 3:00PM Biology class. She had given Tim the doe-eyed"please fuck me harder"feeling, and all this college party boy seemed to be concerned with as far as her face is concerned is how to enforce another war paint coating of his nutbutter. On queue, she felt the familiar whiz of having her hair yanked back and her pharynx becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of duty. She watched, enraptured, as her unnamed partner stroked his pulsing member right in front of her face. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue descent out of the presence of her typeface and openly drool down a streak of throatlube down onto the carpet beneath her.

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

She closed her heart as she felt the kickoff fibril of cream splatter onto her feature and begin plastering on her hide. As she breathed a voiced moan, another rope strung between the tip of her nozzle and the flat tire of her well-traveled cockcleaner tongue. A duet of spunk shots landed on her frontal bone and in her hair, and she took it all just as she had taken every former load that night - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may have just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roommate's phonation. The musical note of her supporter's voice was a mixture of concern and confusedness, but the side by side thing she knew she was being helped up onto her metrical unit in the center 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 human foot because she hadn't been on them in respective hours, so she essentially leaned into the supporting joists her roommate was offering while she looked dazedly onto her face.

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

Tina felt a smile form on the recession of her cum-stained lips.

"looking at, 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 help, Tina figured. She had come back from her own random hookup to find her shy, socially-inept roomie the heart of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the party with a heart rate and a unvoiced peter given a one-way just the ticket to blowing a consignment into one of her 3 yap. However, Tina didn't want to go house. Earlier in the eventide, she had put on the skankiest black dress she could incur, drank herself stupid, and then willingly ball up two fraternity boys over a game of beer niff. She knew what she wanted to do - and that was to keep partying.

"Hey, Ari ?"Tina said softly, leaning into her roommate's ear."Go home."

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

"Who wants me adjacent ? ”