Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained consciousness it was on her stifle in the middle of having her mouth plugged airtight by a thick, throbbing rooster. She felt like a bystander to her own relentless skullfucking while she came to, with whoever was using her oral fissure as their own personal masturbatory aid content to continue ramming his hips into her fount, bucking and rutting away. He was fucking Tina's throat raw, and didn't seem to give care whether or not she was witting 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 proceed 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 time his privates bounced off of her sass and nose, his hawkshaw 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 finish up here. Who wants the side by side turn at this tight bawd ? !"Tina could find out his far-off phonation booming overtop of her choking noises and the bunch 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, fuzzy details became more clear. She realized she was still in the frat family that she started the evening off by entering. She realized that her knees were sore as fuck, and sunk into the grimy rug of the Lambda Chi Theta house great room. She also realized that the masses gathered around her were cheering, shouting, whistling, and otherwise applauding the debaucherous spectacle. She was the center of attention there on the storey, and the defacto frat house harlot, college entrant Tina Shoemaker.

"I'll take her side by side ! I've been waiting all night for my probability with at least one of her fuckholes !"

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

"Yeah, and you can have got 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 fine job polishing my shaft, and I've got to make her a fiddling tip for her owing overhaul !"

"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 tough suspensor making use of her topmost cock-accommodating orifice reached down and wrapped one of his manus around Tina's throat. He clenched down with his finger's breadth, intention on choking her while he thrust his pipe right past her tonsilla and let a massive rush of punk flood straight down the back of her throat. With his manus viced around her neck, Tina didn't have much of a choice of whether or not she swallowed his latest deposit into her belly. She looked up, through bleary and tear-stricken eyes, at the frat boy whose cheek she didn't recognize and chugged down his cum. It took respective glugs, but she managed to keep chugging until he had drained his balls into her stomach.

All of the sudden, Tina felt her head rushing backwards and the pecker that was lodged in her pharynx was wrenched out, leaving her hanging for a moment with her mouth agape love and splattered with viscous saliva. She could learn him snicker while he wiped off his putz on Tina's face, smearing a sticky house-made blending of spit and jizz across her impudence like they were his cum rags. Seizing the bit, she took a puff hint and tried to choke down as much air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat peter in her mouth !"she heard a feminine vox sunshine from a couple rows back in the crowd. That one got a rise out of the crowd of onlookers, who chimed in with a chorus of laugh. Without another indorse spared for her to breathe, she felt one helping hand release her pilus and another one cunt it up. Then, another girthy schlong was stuffed in between her lips before she could even close her mouth.

It continued like that for several blurry hours, passing Tina's drumhead from one set of hands to another like a hand-me-down, pass-around fleshlight that just happened to make a big gulp of air every now and then between Roger Huntington Sessions of guzzling down a helping of cum straight from the tap. Tina knocked back each snapshot of viscid mucilage, horking them down as quickly as they could eat them to her. It wasn't until the 6th load that she began to think back, wondering how she went from putting on a slim, figure-flaunting ignominious dress that showed off her bubbly ass in the comfort of her own dorm rooms hours before - or days before, she conceded to herself that she had no existent way of knowing for sure - to slurping down piping-hot loads of jizz like it was her reason 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 other side of the dorm room.

"I'm working on it !"Tina slam back to her hall roommate. She was in the eye of cramming her jiggling rump down into a dress that was a whole size too small. The stretched-thin silk clung to her curvature like saran wrapping and the hem at the prat rode up so obscenely high gear that it showed off more than a hint of her ass. Tina figured that this garb, albeit form of gratuitous, she admitted, would show off her flirty side. She admired herself in the mirror for a moment, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her deep brown bob-style haircut and straightened her thick-frame eyeglasses. She pushed up on her buoyant B-cup knocker, making sure they featured prominently on her chest and what cleavage she had was on show in the dress neckline that plunged down to just above her middle. Tonight, she would be that cool girl from the entrant socio-economic class that was sexy, witty, and always said the aright thing - and everyone would want to get her number.

"You look like a piece of ass slut,"her roomy snorted from somewhere behind her. Tina whirled around on her cad and stuck up her middle finger in the direction of the voice.

"Fuck you, Ari."

"Look, lady friend, if you are tryin'to get have sex tonight, you couldn't have possible picked out a better clothes for the occasion. In fact, you probably wouldn't have to do much.."Tina noticed Arielle's articulation track off into naught, and then felt a pair of workforce clamp down onto the paper-thin Black person cloth 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 paw 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 support space.

"The fact that having your apparel 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 consider her roommate's actor's line for all of a moment. After a beat, she crossed her arms with a huff and rolled her eyes.

"looking at, I'm just trying to have a good clip. If I find individual to fuck, so be it. I'm not exactly going out looking for that to bump, either."

"Whatever you say !"Ari returned, already about of the way through the verge by the time Tina finished defending her wardrobe option for the evening. Tina started after her, snatching up her phone on the way out the doorway as the pair of them strode out into the hall of the quiet dorm hallway. She didn't realize until she was sliding into the backseat of their political party chariot that she had forgot to put any step-in on, and by then she couldn't be bothered to go back.

***

Tina swung the car doorway shut with a tacky"whump"and leaned over the door in the open passenger window.

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

"suck his fucking dick, too, while you're over there ! semen on, let's fucking go !"Arielle called out from behind her, already halfway up the cause in front man of the the colonial-style white house emblazoned with the Greek lettering spelling out"Lambda Chi Theta"across the top shaft supported by a row of Doric pillars. For those not in a frat, the English spelling of"Lambda Chi Theta"was also written out next to their Greek twin, 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 driver and mouthing a tacit"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the driveway behind her friend, she found herself ineffectual to walk quickly in her cling-wrap dress and 3-inch"fuck me"( or, what she considered to be"notice me") heels. She skipped past a couple hoi polloi already laying out in the smoke in front of the grand piano old house who were appearing to deport the age-old and time-honored sodality tradition of getting shitfaced sot and passing out with a cup of beer still in manus. The closer she got to the front end of the construction, the Sir Thomas More she could feel the bass threaded through the dance music emanating from the party thumping her in the chest with every throb. She arrived on the presence 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 listen you. I guess we should just go in, then ?"

"After you."

Arielle pushed on the door and, with no small amount of endeavor involved, heaved it open. The soundtrack to the sign party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the general uproar of dozens of conversations occurring throughout the party at the Lapplander time. People were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting chit-chat at a decibel floor 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 just before darting into the melee. Tina jostled passed hoi polloi 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 alcohol along the way through the sardine can of human beings, as was the nature of frat parties.

"Ari, slow down !"Tina protested, pulling her arm back as they crossed through a hallway lined with mounted beast mind and ‘ category of 1997'frat group photos in opulent, gold-leafed soma."Where are you even going ?"

"Going to get laid, stupid !"

"What the nookie ? Why do I have to get along ?"Tina stammered, suddenly abrim with doubtfulness about her first and only college friend.

"Yeah, I'm going to go hook up with this guy I met in division. He told me to meet him in one of these support 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 beef, you know that ? And who's the prostitute, again ?"

Arielle responded through a shrug, then spun on a hound and continued down the hallway towards one of the many bedrooms with closed room access, no uncertainty occupied by similar daily hookups.

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

Tina pursed her lip and sighed. She was totally alone now, but at to the lowest degree she had her beer. She peered down into it for a present moment, noticed it's slightly strange color, but elected to toss off it anyway. She polished off the drink and let the cup dusk from her hired man to the floor to join the early handful of trampled empties, and then she headed in the opposite guidance of Arielle.

***

After a solid half-hour of milling about the castle-esque frat house, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her dress to keep on it from riding up too high and exposing her forgotten panties, she found herself as an onlooker of a pair of fraternity boys playing beer niff on either sides of a rickety posting table. By this time, she had accepted too many drinking that seemed much stronger than your average out fresh-from-the-keg brewage, but they tasted sweet and they went down like urine, so she kept on drinking them as fast as they were handed to her. When she felt words tumbling out of her back talk while she stood beside the ongoing game, she was a rider in the functioning of her own thrill pair of at large lips.

"Whoever wins this next round gets my phone number !"Meanwhile, the sober Tina, planted in the spine seat, internally nodded her favourable reception at drunk Tina's bravery.

The one with the ping-pong orb 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 name, cutie ?"

"It's.."Tina paused, placed a manus over her backtalk 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 look over to his opponent.

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

"Yeah, I'm sound with that. I just hope we get to produce the post. A phone number doesn't necessarily mean anything, does it ?"Tim replied in turn."I don't know, Pat, we might consume to have her up the ante on rung two to something I couldn't find on her Facebook profile."Tim glanced over at Tina, arching his eyebrow as if to prompt a response.

"We'll see, boys !"Tina responds, with sober Tina still incredulously watching on from the gage seat as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to needle drunk Tina further and further down whatever lapin hole she has embedded herself in. At the beer pong table, her words of boost spurned an industrious game of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. Moments later, Tina was scrawling her phone numeral into the outstretched thenar of the victor of the match.

"Alright, Tina. How about something new ?"Pat asked, striding over towards the even-more-drunk-than-before Tina. Her sober self watched nervously while he slid his hand around her waist and smacked right down onto her jiggling derriere. With his unloose hand, he plucked the cup of whodunit hooch out of her occupied hand and set it down on the floor beside the makeshift beer pong table.

"Get under the table, Tina."

"Uh, what does this have to do with the game ?"

"Just do it, sexy. You said we could up the ante, didn't you ?"

Tina shrugged and decided to go along with this next round of the game. The night was going well. She gave out her number, she's been flirting with a couple of hot fraternity son, and she has had a lot of strong drink. As she pulled away from Patrick's loose grasp, she felt him swat her ass and pooh-pooh her forward. She shrieked playfully, tip-toeing toward the circuit board table. When she dropped to her knees on the hardwood level, a 12 partygoers got an all-access pass to the viewing political party of Tina's tight, pink kitty and puckered motherfucker. Tina settled in the plaza, halfway between either end of the shortsighted table.

"Alright, drop-off ‘ em !"

Each pair of legs on either incline of the table wriggled slightly, and then both frat boys dropped their pants down to the mortise joint and exposed their pounding, veiny prick that dangled down in between their legs. Tina's heart went wide, and she quickly snatched up the red plastic cup of alcohol from the floor beside her for a solidness 5 mo of chugging.

"Tina !"she could hear St. Patrick call from up on the topside of the table."When you hear someone grievance on one end of the the table, you go to the opposition side and get to work. You got that ?"Tina, still stunned that she has found herself under the board between a twosome of frat boy tool.

"Y-yeah.. ! I can do that !"she squeaked out from the occupation side of the table. Tina, at this point, was committed. She set out tonight to cause fun, and to make her introduction to college sprightliness. The line between drunk Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all night, and drunk Tina was the one coming out on top. drunkard Tina wanted to suck some cock. Seconds later, she had one an inch away from her face.

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the current spot drawing card, Tim. She decided to try and her skillful to do as she was told. She had only soak up one cock before, and that was her high schooling boyfriend. It didn't go well. Determined to do better this time, she decided to try and take a varlet out of porn video she had seen and hocked a load of saliva right onto the head of the fuckstick bounce in front of her face. She could listen a catcalling tin whistle ring out from the topside of the board, which only encouraged her. Tina gingerly leant in and popped her toothsome fuckpillow backtalk around the oral sex of the pecker she was obligated to suck, and that's when she heard the glob bouncing across the table again. swoon, slick, 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 brim rode down his diaphysis as far as she could jam into her mouth, then back up the way she came. She could sense his girthy pole resting on her knife while she toiled away.

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

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

A softened, plastic-on-plastic crack marked Tim nailing a injection into the cups on the other side of the table, and Tina immediately pulled her mouth off from St. Patrick's slobber-coated throat clogger with a"pop !"before turning about and crawling on her mitt and knees over to the other side of the table. She was greeted by another tough fraternity boy cock, except this time there was a slenderize white agate line of pulverisation running down from the cornerstone to the head teacher. She hesitated.

"come on, Tina, it's just a piffling something for all your grueling work. It 's just something to make you feel good. Just make sure you get me all the way down to the base like a undecomposed girl."

She continued to sit and consider this. She was wino, which opened her up to the idea of sucking some random fraternity cock, but the confrontation of being face-to-face with the option of stretching her mouth around another slab of heart and soul and a side Order of backbreaking drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making operation. But Tina had seen the great unwashed railing origin of coke off of coffee tabular array, 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 have that on her college reputation before she so much as finished her for the first time year. Tina opened her sassing, and lurched forward.

Within a eye blink, and accompanied by a healthy, throat gurgle, Tina was making out with the base of Tim's putz. She spluttered hard on his cock, blowing bubble of tongue that turned into dripping trail of goo that dribbled down her chin and onto his clump. Tina wasn't so concerned 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 mesa was gone, and the music quieted down to a whisper. The alone affair left in her brain was her, and the addictive stopcock she was charged with deep throating.

***

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

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

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

Patrick deftly overturned the table onto its side which sent the cups and ping-pong balls clattering down to the floor. What was left in its place, situated between the pair of them and on total display for anybody concerned in seeing some neophyte party slut go to town on a dick, was Tina shoemaker, who was high out of her brain and eagerly bobbing her head back and forth on Tim's 8-inch irradiation. 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 tool with her pussy and rubbed his bellend back and Forth in her warmly entrance.

"This pestiferous bitch is wet !"Patrick laughed right before he dropped his hips and stake 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. Onlookers had started crowding around as soon as Patrick announced".. frat family cumdump,"phone cameras trained on the depraved show of which the cock-crazed Tina was the wiz. As people drank, filmed, and enjoyed their entertainment for the even, they muttered to themselves.

"What a whore."

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

"Did you see her dress ?"

Tina was flying too high school to have any shame for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this mouth-watering tool that was being thrust into her backtalk, and the exact moment when some other massive rod slid deep into her desperate, aching pussy. She could feel him, through the fog of her sens, 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 nose drops to her bouncing bum which would bring in her tense up and twitch as the spank sent an electric jolt across her skin and right hand up her spine. Her ass felt like it was on ardour after about a XII spanks, and that was when Patrick plunged a wetted pollex into her dickhead. Her eyes rolled back behind her fluttering palpebra while she continued to smoke Tim's perch with the messy approach that only a wino, in high spirits frat fornicatress 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 work on Tim. She slithered her tongue back and Forth River, massaging the undersurface of his shaft while he bucked his hips forward into her fuckhole. She clamped her lips down, sucking mightily until her pufferfish lips formed a void seal around the man-meat in her well-lubricated throat. She flicked her eye up, tilted her chin back, and batted her yearn, fake lashes up at Tim to barrack him on to deal 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 rafts of knot away from her. The neck of a small-scale 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 full of frat shaft ; Tim's tool, as she recalled, who about certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the consequence. This metre, the one nooky her face was from her 3:00PM Biology class. She had given Tim the doe-eyed"please fuck me tough"look, and all this college party boy seemed to be concerned with as far as her font is concerned is how to apply another makeup coating of his nutbutter. On queue, she felt the conversant champion of having her hair yanked back and her throat becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of duty. She watched, enraptured, as her nameless partner stroked his pulsing penis right in front of her face. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue fall out of the movement of her fount and openly drool down a streak of throatlube down onto the carpet 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 optic as she felt the first fibril of emollient dab onto her feature and start plastering on her pelt. As she breathed a soft moan, another rope strung between the tip of her nozzle and the flat of her well-traveled cockcleaner lingua. A couple of spunk shots landed on her forehead and in her tomentum, and she took it all just as she had taken every early loading 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 her protagonist's voice was a mixture of vexation and mental confusion, but the adjacent thing she knew she was being helped up onto her infantry in the middle of the crew. Arielle had pushed through the crew and was holding Tina by the shoulders with either of her outstretched blazon. 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 piece of tail ? 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 variety on the box of her cum-stained lips.

"face, 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 plaza of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the company with a beat and a voiceless pecker given a one-way tag to blowing a load into one of her 3 holes. However, Tina didn't want to go home. Earlier in the evening, she had put on the skankiest black dress she could regain, drank herself stupid, and then willingly blew two fraternity male child over a game of beer niff. She knew what she wanted to do - and that was to sustain 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 bunch of new housemates and licked her lips.

"Who wants me side by side ? ”