Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained awareness it was on her knees in the center of having her oral fissure plugged airtight by a thick, throbbing prick. 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 continue ramming his rose hip into her face, bucking and rutting away. He was fucking Tina's throat raw, and didn't seem to manage whether or not she was conscious or could breathe while he did it. He twisted his hand over in her hair, redoubling the fistful of curly brunette lock chamber he was using to celebrate his toy in place. She could feel a few filament of her hair ruffle and pop while he bared down on her, and that didn't slow him down even a bit. Each time his private parts bounced off of her mouthpiece and nozzle, his prick 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 finish up here. Who wants the next turn at this nasty whore ? !"Tina could discover his faraway voice booming overtop of her strangulation disturbance and the bunch that she, as she was suddenly and unshakably aware, was standing around them. While this anon. 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 fraternity household that she started the eve off by entering. She realized that her knees were sore as fuck, and sunk into the begrimed carpet of the Lambda Chi Theta menage great way. She also realized that the citizenry 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 bawd, college newbie Tina Shoemaker.

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

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

"Yeah, and you can suffer 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 trollop has been doing a shit fine job polishing my quill, and I've got to give her a short tip for her salient service of process !"

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

"Shut the roll in the hay up. I want to get wind her deepthroating, not your bitching."

Without any warning, the rowdy jock making use of her uppermost cock-accommodating porta reached down and wrapped one of his manus around Tina's pharynx. He clenched down with his fingerbreadth, intent on choking her while he thrust his pipe right past her tonsil and let a monolithic rush of spunk deluge straight down the backrest of her throat. With his hired man viced around her neck opening, 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-eyed and tear-stricken heart, at the frat boy whose face she didn't recognize and chugged down his cum. It took several glugs, but she managed to keep on chugging until he had drained his bollock into her stomach.

All of the sudden, Tina felt her head rush backwards and the cock that was lodged in her pharynx was wrenched out, leaving her hanging for a bit with her mouth agape and splattered with awkward spittle. She could listen him snicker while he wiped off his cock on Tina's face, smearing a muggy house-made blend of spitting and jizz across her cheek like they were his cum rags. Seizing the instant, she took a heave breath and tried to choke down as much air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat stopcock in her mouth !"she heard a feminine phonation sunniness from a couple rows back in the crowd. That one got a rise out of the gang of looker-on, who chimed in with a chorus of laughter. Without another second 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 rim before she could even close her mouth.

It continued like that for several blurry hr, passing Tina's head from one set of hands to another like a hand-down, pass-around fleshlight that just happened to take a big gulp of air every now and then between sessions of guzzling down a helping of cum straightaway from the tap. Tina knocked back each shot of sticky mucilage, horking them down as quickly as they could give them to her. It wasn't until the 6th incumbrance that she began to opine back, wondering how she went from putting on a slim, figure-flaunting Shirley Temple Black dress that showed off her bubbly ass in the comfort of her own dorm suite hours before - or twenty-four hour period before, she conceded to herself that she had no real way of knowing for sure - to slurping down piping-hot loads of jizz like it was her rationality for getting out of bed in the morning.

***

"Tina, what the fuck ? We've ‘ got ta go !"rang a phonation from across the other incline of the dorm room.

"I'm working on it !"Tina shot back to her residence hall roommate. She was in the centre of cramming her jiggling rump down into a dress that was a completely size too small. The stretched-thin silk clung to her bender like saran wrap and the hem at the butt rode up so obscenely high that it showed off more than a hint of her ass. Tina figured that this frock, albeit kind of gratis, she admitted, would present off her flirty position. She admired herself in the mirror for a bit, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her deep brown bob-style haircut and straightened her thick-frame glasses. She pushed up on her perky B-cup mamilla, making sure they featured prominently on her dresser and what cleavage she had was on display in the dress neckline that plunged down to just above her midriff. Tonight, she would be that cool down daughter from the freshman class that was sexy, witty, and always said the powerful affair - and everyone would require to get her number.

"You look like a fucking slut,"her roommate snorted from somewhere behind her. Tina whirled around on her heel and stuck up her midriff fingerbreadth in the focal point of the voice.

"screw you, Ari."

"Look, girl, 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 interpreter lead off into zip, and then felt a pair of hands clamp down onto the paper-thin bootleg material and Yank upwards. Tina's ass all but spilled out of the material and bounced animatedly for an unbroken 5 or 6 seconds.

"What the fuck, Ari ? !"Tina protested, smacking at Arielle's deal while she fought to wrestle the wearing apparel back down into place. Defeated, Arielle laughed and turned away, heading for the front door of their shared living space.

"The fact that having your dress pulled up around your waist didn't 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 deal her roommate's words for all of a moment. After a beat, she crossed her sleeve with a miff and rolled her eyes.

"looking at, I'm just trying to have a good clock time. If I find someone to fuck, so be it. I'm not exactly going out looking for that to chance, either."

"Whatever you say !"Ari returned, already virtually of the way through the doorstep by the clock time Tina finished defending her press choices for the evening. Tina started after her, snatching up her earpiece on the way out the doorway as the duet of them strode out into the hall 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 pantie on, and by then she couldn't be bothered to go back.

***

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

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

"Suck his fucking shaft, too, while you're over there ! Come on, let's fucking go !"Arielle called out from behind her, already halfway up the drive in presence of the the colonial-style T. H. White house emblazoned with the Hellenic lettering spelling out"Lambda Chi Theta"across the top light beam supported by a row of Doric tower. For those not in a frat, the English people spelling of"Lambda Chi Theta"was also written out next to their Greek counterpart, which Tina thought was rather considerate. She scowled at her roomy and offered her another once-over of her marvelous finger before glancing back at the Uber driver and mouthing a silent"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the driveway behind her supporter, she found herself ineffective to take the air 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 people already laying out in the pot in figurehead of the grand old house who were appearing to conduct the age-old and time-honored fraternity tradition of getting shitfaced drunk and passing out with a cup of beer still in hand. The closer she got to the front man of the building, the more she could feel the bass part threaded through the dance music emanating from the party thumping her in the pectus with every throb. She arrived on the front stairs 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 take heed 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 threshold and, with no small amount of campaign involved, heaved it open. The soundtrack to the menage party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the general katzenjammer of dozens of conversations occurring throughout the political party at the same time. People were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting chit-chat at a decibel horizontal surface apropos that of cheering at a sporty consequence. Arielle glanced back with a at sea look on her font and locked her fingers around Tina's radiocarpal joint just before darting into the melee. Tina jostled passed people while struggling to celebrate rate 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 being organism, as was the nature of fraternity parties.

"Ari, slow down down !"Tina protested, pulling her arm back as they crossed through a hall lined with climb up brute heads and ‘ Class of 1997'fraternity grouping photograph in opulent, gold-leafed human body."Where are you even going ?"

"going away to get laid, poor fish !"

"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 party before I snuck off. Go have some fun !"

"You're a real number bitch, you know that ? And who's the whore, again ?"

Arielle responded through a shrug, then birl on a heel and continued down the hallway towards one of the many bedrooms with close doorway, no dubiety occupied by similar casual hookups.

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

Tina pursed her rim and sighed. She was totally alone now, but at least she had her beer. She peered down into it for a present moment, noticed it's slightly foreign people of colour, but elected to kill it anyway. She polished off the drink and let the cup fall from her hand to the floor to join the other handful of tread empties, and then she headed in the reverse direction of Arielle.

***

After a satisfying half-hour of milling about the castle-esque fraternity menage, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her dress to continue it from riding up too senior high and exposing her block panties, she found herself as an looker-on of a pair of fraternity male child playing beer pong on either side of a rickety carte du jour mesa. By this sentence, she had accepted too many drinks that seemed much unassailable than your average fresh-from-the-keg brewage, but they tasted sweet and they went down like H2O, so she kept on drinking them as fast as they were handed to her. When she felt watchword tumbling out of her back talk while she stood beside the ongoing game, she was a passenger in the operation of her own exhilarate pair of loose lips.

"Whoever wins this next cycle gets my phone act !"Meanwhile, the sober Tina, planted in the back seat, internally nodded her blessing at drunk Tina's bravery.

The one with the ping-pong orb in his manus halted mid-throw and smirked, glancing over at the girl who had just put herself up as a trophy for their perfunctory game.

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I'm unspoiled with that. I just hope we get to put up the stakes. A phone issue doesn't necessarily mean anything, does it ?"Tim replied in bout."I don't know, Pat, we might have to throw her up the ante on round two to something I couldn't find on her Facebook profile."Tim glanced over at Tina, arching his brow as if to instigate a response.

"We'll see, boys !"Tina responds, with sober Tina still incredulously watching on from the back up prat as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to goad rummy Tina further and further down whatever lapin hole she has embedded herself in. At the beer niff table, her words of encouragement spurned an energetic secret plan of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. Moments later, Tina was scrawling her telephone set identification number into the outstretched medallion of the winner 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 hand around her waist and smacked right down onto her jiggling behind. With his disengage hand, he plucked the cup of mystery hootch out of her occupied script and set it down on the floor beside the makeshift beer pong table.

"Get under the mesa, 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 round of the game. The Night was going well. She gave out her figure, she's been flirting with a dyad of hot frat male child, and she has had a lot of booze. As she pulled away from Saint Patrick's loose range, she felt him swat her ass and disdain her forward. She shrieked playfully, tip-toeing toward the circuit board tabular array. When she dropped to her knees on the hardwood trading floor, a dozen partygoers got an all-access laissez passer to the viewing party of Tina's tight, pink pussy and puckered whoreson. Tina settled in the center, halfway between either end of the short table.

"Alright, drop ‘ em !"

Each duet of legs on either side of the mesa wriggled slightly, and then both frat boys dropped their pants down to the ankle and exposed their pounding, veiny cocks that dangled down in between their legs. Tina's middle went wide-cut, and she quickly snatched up the red moldable cup of alcohol from the floor beside her for a solidness 5 bit of chugging.

"Tina !"she could learn St. Patrick call from up on the topside of the table."When you hear individual grudge on one end of the the mesa, you go to the opponent side and get to work. You got that ?"Tina, still stunned that she has found herself under the tabular array between a pair of frat boy tool.

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

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the current points leader, Tim. She decided to try and her best to do as she was told. She had only sucked one pecker before, and that was her highschool school boyfriend. It didn't go well. Determined to do better this meter, she decided to try and take a Sir Frederick Handley Page out of porn video she had seen and hocked a freight of spit right onto the headland 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 luscious fuckpillow lips around the head of the cock she was obligated to suck, and that's when she heard the clod bouncing across the table again. deliquium, slick, slurping noises started to regularly intermingle with the former sound of the party while Tina eagerly sucked down column inch after inch of the Patrick's bitchbreaker. Her back talk rode down his shaft as far as she could mug up into her mouth, then back up the way she came. She could feel his girthy pole resting on her clapper while she toiled away.

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

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

A muffled, plastic-on-plastic cranny marked Tim nailing a shot into the cupful on the other English of the table, and Tina immediately pulled her mouth off from Patrick's slobber-coated pharynx clogger with a"pop !"before turning about and crawling on her hands and knees over to the other side of the table. She was greeted by another laborious fraternity boy cock, except this clock time there was a cut white line of credit of pulverisation running down from the nucleotide to the head. She hesitated.

"come on, Tina, it's just a short something for all your hard work. It 's just something to make you feel good. Just make certain you get me all the way down to the fundament like a honorable girl."

She continued to sit and weigh this. She was sot, which opened her up to the mind of sucking some random frat turncock, but the encounter of being face-to-face with the selection of stretching her lips around another slab of nub and a incline order of hard drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making process. But Tina had seen multitude railing lines 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 company foul, and she wasn't about to accept that on her college reputation before she so much as finished her first gear year. Tina opened her mouth, and lurched forward.

Within a blink, and accompanied by a healthy, throat gurgle, Tina was making out with the substructure of Tim's prick. She spluttered hard on his dick, blowing bubbles of spit that turned into dripping lead of goo that dribbled down her chin 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 crew was gone, the table was gone, and the music quieted down to a rustle. The only affair left in her creative thinker was her, and the addictive cock she was charged with deep throating.

***

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

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

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

Patrick deftly overturned the table onto its English which sent the loving cup and ping-pong glob clattering down to the story. What was left in its place, situated between the pair of them and on wide display for anybody interested in seeing some freshman party jade go to town on a dick, was Tina cobbler, who was senior high school out of her mind and eagerly bobbing her read/write head back and forth on Tim's 8-inch shaft. St. Patrick knelt down and met no resistance whatsoever from their cock-addicted dicksucker when he pushed up her garb up over her ass and to her shank. 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 fond entrance.

"This ill-gotten bitch is wet !"Patrick laughed right before he dropped his rosehip and impaled Tina on his hammer. He started hammering away at her cunt, and clapped one of his hands down firmly onto her rhythmically jiggling ass cheek while he mounted her. onlooker had started crowding around as soon as Patrick announced".. fraternity house cumdump,"phone photographic camera trained on the depraved show of which the cock-crazed Tina was the star. As people drank, filmed, and enjoyed their entertainment for the eve, they muttered to themselves.

"What a whore."

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

"Did you see her dress ?"

Tina was flying too gamey to have any shame for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this mouth-watering pecker that was being force into her mouth, and the accurate minute when some other monolithic rod slid deep into her despairing, aching twat. She could feel him, through the fog of her senses, driving in and out of her dripping wet hole like he owned it. Frankly, he might as well have. Every so often, Saint Patrick would deliver an open-handed thenar flavour to her bounce derriere which would establish her tense up and jerk as the spank sent an electric electric shock across her pelt and right 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 asshole. Her eyes rolled back behind her fluttering eyelid while she continued to fume Tim's rod with the messy approach path that only a drunk, high frat slut could.

In her sex, drugs, and shaft induced stupor, she was intent on making a name for herself. While Patrick's nutsack slapping pendulously into her belly, Tina set to work on Tim. She slithered her knife back and Forth, massaging the underside of his shaft while he bucked his pelvic arch forward into her fuckhole. She clamped her lips down, sucking mightily until her sea squab rim formed a emptiness seal around the man-meat in her well-lubricated throat. She flicked her eyeball up, tilted her chin back, and batted her long, fake lashes up at Tim to press him on to regale 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 land mile away from her. The neck opening of a small metro 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 moon of fraternity dick ; Tim's cock, as she recalled, who most certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the consequence. This time, the one fucking her font was from her 3:00PM Biology class. She had given Tim the doe-eyed"please fuck me harder"look, and all this college company boy seemed to be concerned with as far as her face is concerned is how to apply another makeup finish of his nutbutter. On queue, she felt the familiar spirit hotshot of having her hair yanked back and her pharynx becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of duty. She watched, enraptured, as her nameless partner stroked his pulsing member right 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 carpet beneath her.

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

She closed her eyes as she felt the first filament of ointment spattering onto her feature of speech and get plastering on her skin. As she breathed a soft moan, another rope strung between the tip of her nose and the apartment of her well-traveled cockcleaner tongue. A couple of nerve shots landed on her forehead and in her hair, and she took it all just as she had taken every former lading that night - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may have just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roommate's vocalism. The tone of her supporter's voice was a mixture of fear and confusion, but the future thing she knew she was being helped up onto her feet in the centre of the crowd. Arielle had pushed through the crowd and was holding Tina by the shoulders with either of her outstretched coat of arms. Tina was wobbly on her two human foot because she hadn't been on them in several hour, 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 pictures of you everywhere. Are you covered in cum ?"

Tina felt a grin form on the nook of her cum-stained lips.

"aspect, 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 get her shy, socially-inept roommate the core of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the party with a heartbeat and a hard cock given a one-way slate to blowing a load into one of her 3 holes. However, Tina didn't want to go rest home. Earlier in the evening, she had put on the skankiest black garb she could find, drank herself poor fish, and then willingly blew two frat son over a game of beer pong. She knew what she wanted to do - and that was to hold open partying.

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

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

"Who wants me next ? ”