Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained consciousness it was on her knees in the centre 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 mouth as their own personal masturbatory aid contentedness to continue ramming his rosehip 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 script over in her hair, redoubling the handful of curly brunet ignition lock he was using to keep his toy in home. She could feel a few strands of her hair affray and pop while he bared down on her, and that didn't slow him down even a bit. Each time his genital organ bounced off of her oral cavity and olfactory organ, his dick plunged 8 or 9 inches down into her gullet, and she let go of a gurgling"g-lurgh"that came rolling up out of her pharynx.

"I'm about to terminate up here. Who wants the next routine at this foul bawd ? !"Tina could hear his far-off vocalism booming overtop of her strangulation stochasticity and the crowd that she, as she was suddenly and unshakably aware, was standing around them. While this anon. fraternity boy's hammer pistoned in and out of her well-used throat, blurry details became more light. She realized she was still in the frat house that she started the evening off by entering. She realized that her knee were sore as fuck, and sunk into the grimy carpet of the Lambda Chi Theta house bully room. She also realized that the people gathered around her were cheering, shouting, whistling, and otherwise applauding the debaucherous spectacle. She was the snapper of attention there on the floor, and the defacto frat house whore, college freshman Tina Shoemaker.

"I'll take in her side by side ! I've been waiting all night 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 have got her after me ! It's not like she's going anywhere. She's been taking dick after pecker for hours."

"I've ‘ got ta cum first, boys ! This loose woman has been doing a tinker's damn fine job polishing my shaft, and I've got to give her a footling tip for her outstanding service !"

"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 word of advice, 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 fingers, intent on choking her while he thrust his pipe right past her faucial tonsil and let a monumental rush of spunk flowage straight down the backrest of her throat. With his hand viced around her neck opening, Tina didn't have much of a choice of whether or not she swallowed his former deposit into her belly. She looked up, through hazy 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 hold back chugging until he had drained his balls into her stomach.

All of the sudden, Tina felt her principal rushing backwards and the rooster that was lodged in her throat was wrenched out, leaving her suspension for a moment with her mouth agape love and splattered with glutinous spittle. She could hear him snicker while he wiped off his cock on Tina's face, smearing a sticky house-made portmanteau word of spit and jizz across her cheeks like they were his cum tag. Seizing the moment, she took a gasping breath and tried to congest down as practically air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat cock in her back talk !"she heard a feminine voice cheer from a couple rows back in the crowd. That one got a acclivity out of the crowd of looker-on, who chimed in with a chorus of laugh. Without another second gear spared for her to breathe, she felt one manus button her hair and another one grab it up. Then, another girthy schlong was stuffed in between her lip before she could even close her mouth.

It continued like that for several blurry time of day, passing Tina's header from one set of bridge player to another like a hand-down, pass-around fleshlight that just happened to withdraw a big gulping of air every now and then between Sessions of guzzling down a helping of cum heterosexual person from the tap. Tina knocked back each shot of sticky glue, horking them down as quickly as they could feed in them to her. It wasn't until the 6th consignment that she began to think 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 residence hall rooms hours before - or days before, she conceded to herself that she had no real way of knowing for certainly - to slurping down piping-hot lading of jizz like it was her rationality for getting out of bed in the morning.

***

"Tina, what the screw ? We've ‘ got ta go !"rang a phonation from across the other English of the hall room.

"I'm working on it !"Tina shot back to her dorm roommate. She was in the middle of cramming her jiggling rump down into a clothes that was a unharmed size of it too small. The stretched-thin silk clung to her bend like saran wrap and the hem at the nates rode up so obscenely high that it showed off more than a hint of her ass. Tina figured that this wearing apparel, albeit kind of gratuitous, she admitted, would record off her flirty slope. She admired herself in the mirror for a bit, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her oceanic abyss brown bob-style haircut and straightened her thick-frame glasses. She pushed up on her perky B-cup tits, making sure they featured prominently on her dresser and what segmentation she had was on display in the dress neckline that plunged down to just above her midriff. Tonight, she would be that sang-froid girlfriend from the newcomer class that was sexy, witty, and always said the right thing - and everyone would want to get her number.

"You look like a shtup loose woman,"her roommate snorted from somewhere behind her. Tina whirled around on her heel and stuck up her midsection finger in the guidance of the voice.

"roll in the hay you, Ari."

"look, girl, if you are tryin'to get have it away tonight, you couldn't have possible picked out a secure garb for the occasion. In fact, you probably wouldn't have to do much.."Tina noticed Arielle's voice trail off into nothing, and then felt a pair of hands clamp down onto the paper-thin black material and yank upwards. Tina's ass all but spilled out of the framework and bounced animatedly for an unbroken 5 or 6 seconds.

"What the piece of ass, Ari ? !"Tina protested, smacking at Arielle's handwriting while she fought to wrestle the dress back down into space. Defeated, Arielle laughed and turned away, heading for the front room access of their shared bread and butter space.

"The fact that having your frock pulled up around your waistline 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 words for all of a moment. After a beat, she crossed her arms with a huff and rolled her eyes.

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

"Whatever you say !"Ari returned, already most of the way through the threshold by the prison term Tina finished defending her closet choice for the evening. Tina started after her, snatching up her sound on the way out the door 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 political party chariot that she had forgot to put any panties on, and by then she couldn't be bothered to go back.

***

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

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

"suck his fucking prick, too, while you're over there ! ejaculate on, let's fucking go !"Arielle called out from behind her, already halfway up the thrust in presence of the the colonial-style lily-white house emblazoned with the Greek lettering spelling out"Lambda Chi Theta"across the top irradiation supported by a row of Doric pillars. For those not in a fraternity, the side spelling of"Lambda Chi Theta"was also written out side by side to their Greek counterparts, which Tina thought was rather considerate. She scowled at her roomy and offered her another once-over of her tallest fingerbreadth before glancing back at the Uber driver and mouthing a silent"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the drive behind her protagonist, she found herself unable to walk quickly in her cling-wrap wearing apparel and 3-inch"fuck me"( or, what she considered to be"notice me") cad. She skipped past a twosome citizenry already laying out in the Gunter Grass in front of the grand old house who were appearing to carry on the age-old and time-honored fraternity custom of getting shitfaced wino 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 sense the bass threaded through the dance euphony emanating from the company thumping her in the chest with every throb. She arrived on the look 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 learn you. I guess we should just go in, then ?"

"After you."

Arielle pushed on the door and, with no pocket-sized amount of effort involved, heaved it subject. The soundtrack to the theatre party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the full general uproar of rafts of conversations occurring throughout the political party at the same time. people were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting small talk at a decibel level apropos that of cheering at a dissipated event. Arielle glanced back with a bemused look on her cheek and locked her fingers around Tina's wrist just before darting into the melee. Tina jostled passed people 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 story inebriant along the way through the sardine can of human being, as was the nature of frat parties.

"Ari, slow down !"Tina protested, pulling her arm back as they crossed through a hallway lined with rise fleshly oral sex and ‘ Class of 1997'fraternity group exposure in opulent, gold-leafed frames."Where are you even going ?"

"Going to get laid, stupid person !"

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

"Yeah, I'm going to go cop up with this guy I met in class. He told me to meet him in one of these backrest 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 literal bitch, 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 bedrooms with fold doorway, no doubt occupied by interchangeable casual hookups.

"Don't get into too practically fuss, roomie !"

Tina pursed her lips and sighed. She was totally alone now, but at least she had her beer. She peered down into it for a moment, noticed it's slightly strange colouring material, but elected to pop it anyway. She polished off the drink and let the cup descent from her hand to the floor to link the early handful of trampled empties, and then she headed in the paired direction of Arielle.

***

After a self-coloured 30 minutes of milling about the castle-esque fraternity firm, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her dress to keep it from riding up too luxuriously and exposing her disregarded panty, she found herself as an onlooker of a duad of frat son playing beer pong on either sides of a rickety card mesa. By this time, she had accepted too many beverage that seemed much stronger than your average fresh-from-the-keg brewage, but they tasted sweetness and they went down like water, so she kept on drinking them as fast as they were handed to her. When she felt language tumbling out of her mouth while she stood beside the ongoing secret plan, she was a passenger in the operation of her own inebriated pair of sluttish lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We'll see, boys !"Tina responds, with sober Tina still incredulously watching on from the support place as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to spur salute Tina further and further down whatever cony jam she has embedded herself in. At the beer pong tabular array, her words of encouragement spurned an energetic secret plan of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. import later, Tina was scrawling her telephone number into the outstretched laurel wreath of the superior 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 mitt around her waist and smacked right down onto her jiggling posterior. With his free script, he plucked the cup of mystery hooch out of her worry hand and set it down on the floor beside the makeshift beer pong board.

"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 side by side round of the plot. The night was going well. She gave out her number, she's been flirting with a couple of hot frat male child, and she has had a lot of booze. As she pulled away from Patrick's wanton 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 on the hardwood level, a dozen partygoers got an all-access liberty chit to the viewing party of Tina's tight, pink pussy and ruck up asshole. Tina settled in the center, halfway between either end of the curt table.

"Alright, drop ‘ em !"

Each yoke of stage on either side of the table wriggled slightly, and then both fraternity boys dropped their knickers down to the ankles and exposed their throb, veiny cocks that dangled down in between their legs. Tina's eyes went extensive, and she quickly snatched up the red plastic cup of alcohol from the floor beside her for a solid 5 indorsement of chugging.

"Tina !"she could hear Patrick call from up on the topside of the table."When you hear someone musical score on one end of the the table, you go to the opposite side and get to work. You got that ?"Tina, still stunned that she has found herself under the table between a pair of frat boy hammer.

"Y-yeah.. ! I can do that !"she squeaked out from the byplay incline of the table. Tina, at this point, was committed. She set out tonight to have fun, and to make her introduction to college life sentence. The strain between rummy Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all Night, and intoxicated Tina was the one coming out on top. Drunk Tina wanted to suck some peter. Seconds later, she had one an inch away from her fount.

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the current head drawing card, Tim. She decided to try and her best to do as she was told. She had only sucked one cock before, and that was her high-pitched school boyfriend. It didn't go well. Determined to do better this time, she decided to try and take a page out of smut video recording she had seen and hocked a load of saliva right onto the brain of the fuckstick bounce in front of her face. She could hear a catcalling pennywhistle ring out from the topside of the mesa, which only encouraged her. Tina gingerly leant in and popped her luscious fuckpillow back talk around the headland of the tool she was obligated to suck, and that's when she heard the egg bouncing across the table again. Faint, slick, slurping noises started to regularly intermingle with the former speech sound of the political party while Tina eagerly sucked down inch after column inch of the Saint Patrick's bitchbreaker. Her sass rode down his shaft as far as she could cram into her oral cavity, then back up the way she came. She could feel his girthy perch resting on her glossa while she toiled away.

"This daughter is a fuckin'pro, Tim !"she could find out from up above her."Make one, or I'm going to sustain her for myself !"

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

A damp, plastic-on-plastic crack marked Tim nailing a shot into the cups on the other side of the table, and Tina immediately pulled her oral cavity off from Patrick's slobber-coated pharynx clogger with a"pop !"before turning about and crawling on her manpower and genu over to the other side of the table. She was greeted by another hard fraternity boy cock, except this time there was a thin albumen line of powder running down from the base to the chief. She hesitated.

"seed on, Tina, it's just a little something for all your concentrated piece of work. It 's just something to constitute you feel commodity. Just make sure as shooting you get me all the way down to the al-Qa'ida like a good girl."

She continued to sit and study this. She was drunk, which opened her up to the thought of sucking some random frat cock, but the encounter of being face-to-face with the option of stretching her rim around another slab of meat and a face 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 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 have that on her college reputation before she so much as finished her first twelvemonth. Tina opened her mouth, and lurched forward.

Within a blinking, and accompanied by a healthy, pharynx gurgle, Tina was making out with the base of Tim's tool. She spluttered hard on his hammer, blowing bubbles of spit that turned into dripping track of goo that dribbled down her Kuki and onto his bollock. 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 table was gone, and the music quieted down to a rustle. The only affair left in her mind was her, and the addictive cock she was charged with deep throating.

***

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

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

"expression like we've got us a new fraternity family cumdump !"

Patrick deftly overturned the table onto its face which sent the cups and ping-pong balls clattering down to the base. What was left in its post, situated between the pair of them and on entire show for anybody interested in seeing some freshman party slut go to town on a shaft, was Tina shoemaker, who was high out of her intellect and eagerly bobbing her drumhead back and forth on Tim's 8-inch spear. Saint Patrick knelt down and met no impedance whatsoever from their cock-addicted dicksucker when he pushed up her attire up over her ass and to her shank. He crouched over Tina's pasty, pale-white fat ass, lined up his cock with her pussy and rubbed his bellend back and forth in her strong entrance.

"This dirty squawk is wet !"Patrick laughed right before he dropped his hip joint and impaled Tina on his dick. He started hammering away at her cunt, and clapped one of his hands down firmly onto her rhythmically jiggling ass impertinence while he mounted her. Onlookers had started crowding around as soon as Patrick announced".. fraternity menage cumdump,"phone television camera trained on the subvert show of which the cock-crazed Tina was the virtuoso. As people drank, filmed, and enjoyed their amusement for the even, they muttered to themselves.

"What a whore."

"She went out without any have intercourse scanty. She had to have wanted this from the start."

"Did you see her dress ?"

Tina was flying too high to deliver any shame for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this savoury hammer that was being squeeze into her mouth, and the exact minute when some other massive rod slid deep into her desperate, aching puss. She could sense him, through the fog of her senses, driving in and out of her dripping wet maw like he owned it. Frankly, he might as well have. Every so often, Saint Patrick would deliver an open-handed decoration smack to her bouncing derriere which would give her tense up and twitch as the spank sent an electric shock across her skin and right up her spine. Her ass felt like it was on fervency after about a 12 spanks, and that was when Patrick plunged a wetted thumb into her cocksucker. Her eyes rolled back behind her fluttering eyelids while she continued to smoke Tim's celestial pole with the messy approach that only a drunk, heights frat trollop could.

In her sex, drugs, and dick 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, massaging the underside of his shaft while he bucked his articulatio coxae forward into her fuckhole. She clamped her lips down, sucking mightily until her pufferfish lips 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 farseeing, bogus lashes up at Tim to urge him on to plow 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 wads of miles away from her. The neck of a small 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 nose candy and conked out with her throat still stuffed total of frat prick ; Tim's cock, as she recalled, who most certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the moment. This meter, the one fucking her face 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 make-up finish of his nutbutter. On waiting line, she felt the familiar spirit whizz of having her hair yanked back and her throat becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of duty. She watched, enraptured, as her unnamed better half stroked his pulsing member rightfulness in front of her cheek. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue fall out of the movement of her face and openly drool down a run of throatlube down onto the rug beneath her.

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

She closed her eyes as she felt the first chain of cream splatter onto her features and begin plastering on her skin. As she breathed a soft moan, another rope strung between the tip of her nose and the apartment of her well-traveled cockcleaner knife. A couple of spunk shots landed on her forehead and in her fuzz, and she took it all just as she had taken every other load that night - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may receive just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roomy's representative. The flavor of her acquaintance's representative was a mixture of concern and disarray, but the following affair she knew she was being helped up onto her pes in the centre of the crew. Arielle had pushed through the crowd and was holding Tina by the shoulders with either of her outstretched blazonry. Tina was wobbly on her two pes because she hadn't been on them in several time of day, so she essentially leaned into the backing joists her roommate was offering while she looked dazedly onto her face.

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

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

"look, I've got to get you plate. 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 roommate the nitty-gritty of a pass-around gangbang with anybody at the party with a pulse and a hard hammer given a one-way ticket to blowing a payload into one of her 3 holes. However, Tina didn't deprivation to go habitation. Earlier in the eventide, she had put on the skankiest bootleg wearing apparel she could find, wassail herself stupid, and then willingly blew two frat boy over a secret plan of beer pong. She knew what she wanted to do - and that was to continue partying.

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

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

"Who wants me next ? ”