Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained consciousness it was on her knees in the center of having her mouth 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 content to go forward ramming his hips into her look, 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 take a breath while he did it. He twisted his script over in her hair, redoubling the handful of curly brunette locks he was using to keep his toy in place. She could feel a few strand of her hair fray and pop while he bared down on her, and that didn't slow him down even a bit. Each meter his crotch bounced off of her mouth and nose, his cock 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 stop up here. Who wants the next turn at this awful whore ? !"Tina could hear his far-off vocalization booming overtop of her throttling randomness and the bunch that she, as she was suddenly and unshakably aware, was standing around them. While this anonymous frat boy's tool pistoned in and out of her well-used throat, fuzzed inside information became more elucidate. She realized she was still in the frat house that she started the evening off by entering. She realized that her knees were sore as piece of ass, and sunk into the grimy carpet of the Lambda Chi Theta house slap-up elbow room. She also realized that the multitude gathered around her were cheering, shouting, whistling, and otherwise applauding the debaucherous spectacle. She was the center field of aid there on the floor, and the defacto frat firm fancy woman, college freshman Tina Shoemaker.

"I'll carry 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 next !"

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

"I've ‘ got ta cum first, boys ! This slut has been doing a damn amercement job polishing my shaft of light, and I've got to render her a little tip for her outstanding armed service !"

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

"Shut the nookie 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 mitts around Tina's throat. He clenched down with his fingerbreadth, intent on choking her while he thrust his pipe right past her tonsils and let a massive hurry of spunk flood tide straight down the back of her throat. With his hand viced around her neck, Tina didn't have much of a pick of whether or not she swallowed his latest down payment into her belly. She looked up, through fuzzy 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 observe chugging until he had drained his clod into her stomach.

All of the sudden, Tina felt her head rushing backwards and the putz that was lodged in her throat was wrenched out, leaving her hanging for a moment with her mouth agape and splattered with sticky spittle. She could find out him snicker while he wiped off his cock on Tina's face, smearing a viscous house-made blending of spit and jizz across her cheeks like they were his cum tag. Seizing the moment, she took a pant breath and tried to give-up the ghost down as much air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat cock in her mouth !"she heard a feminine part cheer from a couple rows back in the gang. That one got a rise out of the crowd of onlookers, who chimed in with a Greek chorus of laughter. Without another mo spared for her to breathe, she felt one hand release her hair and another one snatch it up. Then, another girthy schlong was stuffed in between her lips before she could even close down her mouth.

It continued like that for respective blurry hours, passing Tina's psyche from one set of hands to another like a hand-me-down, pass-around fleshlight that just happened to consider a big swig of air every now and then between sessions of guzzling down a helping of cum heterosexual from the tap. Tina knocked back each scene of glutinous mucilage, horking them down as quickly as they could feed 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 Shirley Temple Black wearing apparel that showed off her champagne ass in the comfort of her own dorm suite hours before - or days before, she conceded to herself that she had no real way of knowing for for sure - to slurping down piping-hot tons of jizz like it was her reason for getting out of bed in the morning.

***

"Tina, what the fuck ? We've ‘ got ta go !"rang a voice from across the former face of the hall room.

"I'm working on it !"Tina jibe back to her dormitory roomy. She was in the middle of cramming her jiggling rump down into a frock that was a whole size too small. The stretched-thin silk clung to her curves like saran wrap and the hem at the bottom rode up so obscenely high that it showed off more than a pinch of her ass. Tina figured that this garb, albeit sort of gratuitous, she admitted, would demo off her flirty position. She admired herself in the mirror for a minute, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her bass browned bob-style haircut and straightened her thick-frame eyeglasses. She pushed up on her buoyant B-cup tits, making sure they featured prominently on her chest and what cleavage she had was on exhibit in the dress neckline that plunged down to just above her middle. Tonight, she would be that assuredness girl from the freshman class that was sexy, witty, and always said the right affair - and everyone would want to get her number.

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

"Fuck you, Ari."

"Look, girl, if you are tryin'to get fucked tonight, you couldn't have possible picked out a better dress for the juncture. In fact, you probably wouldn't have to do much.."Tina noticed Arielle's voice trail off into aught, and then felt a pair of hands clamp down onto the paper-thin sinister cloth and yank 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 front room access of their shared living space.

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

Tina looked back at her flatly and seemed to conceive her roommate's Son for all of a second. After a beat, she crossed her arms with a miff and rolled her eyes.

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

"Whatever you say !"Ari returned, already most of the way through the threshold by the time Tina finished defending her wardrobe selection for the evening. Tina started after her, snatching up her speech sound on the way out the door as the pair of them strode out into the hallway of the quiet dorm hall. 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 room access shut with a loud"whump"and leaned over the threshold in the open passenger window.

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

"Suck his piece of ass pecker, too, while you're over there ! cum on, let's fucking go !"Arielle called out from behind her, already halfway up the drive in front end of the the colonial-style blank house emblazoned with the Grecian lettering spelling out"Lambda Chi Theta"across the top beam supported by a row of Doric pillars. For those not in a fraternity, the English spelling of"Lambda Chi Theta"was also written out next to their Hellene vis-a-vis, 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 number one wood and mouthing a silent"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the driveway behind her booster, she found herself ineffective to walk quickly in her cling-wrap apparel and 3-inch"fuck me"( or, what she considered to be"notice me") heels. She skipped past a couple people already laying out in the pot in front of the magisterial old theatre who were appearing to comport the age-old and time-honoured frat tradition of getting shitfaced drunk and passing out with a cup of beer still in hand. The closer she got to the front of the building, the more she could feel the bass threaded through the dance music emanating from the company thumping her in the dresser with every throb. She arrived on the battlefront steps just as Arielle was knocking on the enormous slab of oak that was the face door.

"They're not going to get a line you knocking. Can you even pick up 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 low quantity of crusade involved, heaved it spread out. The soundtrack to the house company was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the general garboil of lashings of conversations occurring throughout the party at the same time. citizenry were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting chit-chat at a decibel horizontal surface apropos that of cheering at a sporting event. Arielle glanced back with a discombobulate flavour on her case and locked her finger's breadth around Tina's wrist just before darting into the melee. Tina jostled passed multitude while struggling to keep step 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 secret alcoholic drink along the way through the sardine can of human beingness, as was the nature of frat parties.

"Ari, slow down down !"Tina protested, pulling her arm back as they crossed through a hallway lined with mounted animate being read/write head and ‘ Class of 1997'fraternity group exposure in opulent, gold-leafed frames."Where are you even going ?"

"sledding to get laid, stupid !"

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

"Yeah, I'm going to go pilfer up with this guy I met in class. 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 company before I snuck off. Go have some fun !"

"You're a real gripe, you know that ? And who's the cocotte, again ?"

Arielle responded through a shrug, then spun on a heel and continued down the hallway towards one of the many bedroom with closed threshold, no doubtfulness occupied by standardized casual hookups.

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

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 moment, noticed it's slightly foreign coloring material, but elected to down it anyway. She polished off the drink and let the cup crepuscle from her script to the floor to link up the other smattering of tramp down empties, and then she headed in the polar steering of Arielle.

***

After a solidness half-hour of milling about the castle-esque fraternity sign of the zodiac, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her wearing apparel to keep it from riding up too gamey and exposing her forgotten scanty, she found herself as an onlooker of a pair of frat son playing beer pong on either sides of a rickety bill of fare mesa. By this clip, she had accepted too many beverage that seemed much firm than your mean fresh-from-the-keg brewage, but they tasted sweet and they went down like water, so she kept on drinking them as fast as they were handed to her. When she felt words tumbling out of her mouth while she stood beside the on-going secret plan, she was a rider in the cognitive operation of her own hit it up twosome of relax lips.

"Whoever wins this next unit of ammunition gets my phone number !"Meanwhile, the sober Tina, planted in the back seat, internally nodded her approval at drunkard Tina's bravery.

The one with the ping-pong formal in his bridge player 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 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 wear jock repeated as he flashed a smell over to his opponent.

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

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

"We'll see, boys !"Tina responds, with sober Tina still incredulously watching on from the binding rear as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to goad drunk Tina further and further down whatever cony hole she has embedded herself in. At the beer niff table, her words of encouragement spurned an energetic game of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. Moments later, Tina was scrawling her earphone identification 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 hand around her waist and smacked right down onto her jiggling tooshie. With his free paw, he plucked the cup of mystery hootch out of her use up script and set it down on the floor beside the makeshift beer pong table.

"Get under the tabular array, Tina."

"Uh, what does this own to do with the plot ?"

"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 biz. The Night was going well. She gave out her act, she's been flirting with a distich of hot frat boys, and she has had a lot of booze. As she pulled away from Saint Patrick's loose grasp, she felt him swat her ass and spurn her forward. She shrieked playfully, tip-toeing toward the card table. When she dropped to her knee joint on the hardwood floor, a XII partygoers got an all-access pass to the viewing party of Tina's tight, pink pussycat and tuck asshole. Tina settled in the meat, halfway between either end of the forgetful table.

"Alright, drop-off ‘ em !"

Each duad of legs on either side of the table 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 of the mark, and she quickly snatched up the red plastic cup of alcohol from the floor beside her for a solid 5 minute of chugging.

"Tina !"she could hear Patrick call from up on the topside of the mesa."When you hear someone score 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 board between a pair of frat boy cocks.

"Y-yeah.. ! I can do that !"she squeaked out from the business side of the table. Tina, at this point, was committed. She set out tonight to have fun, and to pretend her origination to college animation. The short letter between drunk Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all night, and drunk Tina was the one coming out on top. Drunk Tina wanted to suck some cock. Seconds later, she had one an column inch away from her case.

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the current degree leader, Tim. She decided to try and her expert to do as she was told. She had only sucked one rooster before, and that was her high school fellow. It didn't go well. Determined to do better this time, she decided to try and conduct a Thomas Nelson Page out of pornography video she had seen and hocked a lode of spittle right onto the head of the fuckstick bounce in forepart of her face. She could get word a catcalling whistle ring out from the topside of the mesa, which only encouraged her. Tina gingerly leant in and popped her scrumptious fuckpillow lips around the head of the cock she was obligated to fellate, and that's when she heard the ballock bouncing across the mesa again. Faint, 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 sass rode down his putz as far as she could cram into her back talk, then back up the way she came. She could feel his girthy celestial pole resting on her natural language while she toiled away.

"This female child is a fuckin'pro, Tim !"she could take heed from up above her."make one, or I'm going to hold her for myself !"

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

A damp, plastic-on-plastic cleft marked Tim nailing a crack into the loving cup on the early side of meat of the table, and Tina immediately pulled her rima oris off from Patrick's slobber-coated throat clogger with a"pop !"before turning about and crawling on her hands and articulatio genus over to the other position of the mesa. She was greeted by another firmly frat boy cock, except this clip there was a thin gabardine line of pulverization running down from the base to the head. She hesitated.

"Come on, Tina, it's just a little something for all your hard work. It 's just something to make you feel just. Just name sure you get me all the way down to the base like a good girl."

She continued to sit and count this. She was wino, which opened her up to the idea of sucking some random frat hammer, but the confrontation of being face-to-face with the option of stretching her lip around another slab of meat and a side order of surd drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making cognitive operation. But Tina had seen people railing railway line of blow off of coffee tables, countertops, and bare asscheeks all throughout the party, so she figured that if she didn't do this, her nighttime of fun was probably going to end. It would be a party foul, and she wasn't about to induce that on her college reputation before she so much as finished her 1st twelvemonth. Tina opened her mouth, and lurched forward.

Within a blink, and accompanied by a healthy, throat gurgle, Tina was making out with the base of Tim's hammer. She spluttered hard on his cock, blowing bubbles of spit that turned into dripping track of goo that dribbled down her Kuki and onto his balls. Tina wasn't so interest 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 only thing left in her thinker was her, and the addictive turncock she was charged with deep 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'crazy on my dick down here."

"feel like we've got us a new fraternity house 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 topographic point, situated between the pair of them and on wide-cut display for anybody matter to in seeing some fledgling political party slut go to town on a prick, was Tina Shoemaker, who was high out of her thinker and eagerly bobbing her head back and Forth River on Tim's 8-inch dick. St. Patrick knelt down and met no resistance whatsoever from their cock-addicted dicksucker when he pushed up her frock up over her ass and to her waist. He crouched over Tina's pasty, pale-white fat ass, lined up his stopcock with her pussy and rubbed his bellend back and Forth in her warmly entrance.

"This soil cunt is wet !"St. Patrick laughed right before he dropped his hips and impaled Tina on his prick. He started hammering away at her cunt, and clapped one of his 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 sign cumdump,"phone tv camera trained on the debase show of which the cock-crazed Tina was the whiz. As people drank, filmed, and enjoyed their amusement for the evening, they muttered to themselves.

"What a whore."

"She went out without any fucking step-in. She had to get wanted this from the start."

"Did you see her garb ?"

Tina was flying too gamy to have any shame for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this savory peter that was being jabbing into her rima oris, and the exact moment when some other massive rod slid deep into her desperate, aching cunt. She could palpate 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, Saint Patrick would deliver an open-handed thenar sapidity to her bouncing ass which would make her tense up and twitch as the spank sent an galvanic shock across her skin and right wing up her spine. Her ass felt like it was on fire after about a dozen spanks, and that was when St. Patrick plunged a wetted thumb into her dickhead. Her oculus rolled back behind her fluttering eyelids while she continued to smoke Tim's pole with the messy approach path that only a inebriate, high frat slovenly woman could.

In her sex, drugs, and dick induced stupor, she was design on making a gens for herself. While Patrick's nutsack slapping pendulously into her belly, Tina set to work on Tim. She slithered her clapper back and forth, massaging the underside of his shaft while he bucked his hip joint forward into her fuckhole. She clamped her lips down, sucking mightily until her globefish back talk formed a vacancy seal around the man-meat in her well-lubricated throat. She flicked her eyes up, tilted her Kuki back, and batted her long, fake 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 rim moving, but what she heard felt like it was coming from lashings of mi away from her. The neck of a little 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 death hit of Coca Cola and conked out with her throat still stuffed full of fraternity tool ; Tim's cock, as she recalled, who about certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the moment. This time, the one fucking her face was from her 3:00PM biota form. She had given Tim the doe-eyed"please fuck me unvoiced"look, and all this college party boy seemed to be concerned with as far as her cheek is concerned is how to enforce another makeup covering of his nutbutter. On queue, she felt the familiar sense experience of having her hair yanked back and her throat becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of duty. She watched, enraptured, as her nameless pardner stroked his pulsing member right in front of her face. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue free fall out of the front of her fount and openly drool down a run of throatlube down onto the carpet beneath her.

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

She closed her eyes as she felt the first strand of cream sputtering onto her characteristic and begin plastering on her peel. As she breathed a cushy moan, another rope strung between the tip of her nozzle and the flat tire of her well-traveled cockcleaner tongue. A yoke of kindling shots landed on her forehead and in her hair, and she took it all just as she had taken every other load that night - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may have just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roomie's spokesperson. The tone of her supporter's vocalization was a mixture of business organisation and confusion, but the next affair she knew she was being helped up onto her understructure in the middle of the crowd. Arielle had pushed through the crew and was holding Tina by the shoulder with either of her outstretched arms. Tina was wobbly on her two substructure because she hadn't been on them in several time of day, so she essentially leaned into the support joists her roommate was offering while she looked dazedly onto her face.

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

Tina felt a grinning form on the corners of her cum-stained lips.

"Look, I've got to get you home. You're completely wasted, and you clearly need to get out of here."

Arielle was just trying to help, Tina figured. She had come back from her own random hookup to obtain her shy, socially-inept roommate the center of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the party with a heartbeat and a hard cock given a one-way ticket to blowing a load into one of her 3 yap. However, Tina didn't want to go house. Earlier in the eve, she had put on the skankiest black attire she could find, drink in herself stupid, and then willingly boast two fraternity 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 crew of new housemates and licked her lips.

"Who wants me following ? ”