Tina wasn't sure when she passed out, but when she regained consciousness it was on her knee in the middle of having her sassing 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 rima oris as their own personal masturbatory aid cognitive content to continue ramming his hips into her brass, bucking and rutting away. He was fucking Tina's pharynx raw, and didn't seem to care 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 ignition lock he was using to continue his toy in place. She could feel a few fibril of her hair fray and pop while he bared down on her, and that didn't slow him down even a bit. Each sentence his privates bounced off of her mouth and nose, his pecker 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 eat up up here. Who wants the future tour at this awful whore ? !"Tina could take heed his far-off voice booming overtop of her choking noises and the crowd that she, as she was suddenly and unshakably aware, was standing around them. While this anonymous frat boy's pecker pistoned in and out of her well-used throat, fuzzy details became more elucidate. She realized she was still in the fraternity firm that she started the evening off by entering. She realized that her human knee were sore as fuck, and sunk into the grungy carpet of the Lambda Chi Theta mansion swell room. She also realized that the people gathered around her were cheering, shouting, whistling, and otherwise applauding the debaucherous spectacle. She was the shopping mall of tending there on the storey, and the defacto fraternity family lady of pleasure, college fledgling Tina Shoemaker.

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

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

"Yeah, and you can have 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 damn exquisitely job polishing my cock, and I've got to give her a little tip for her outstanding service !"

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

"Shut the ass up. I want to hear her deepthroating, not your bitching."

Without any warning, the yob supporter making use of her uppermost cock-accommodating porta reached down and wrapped one of his mitts around Tina's throat. He clenched down with his fingers, aim on choking her while he thrust his pipe right past her faucial tonsil and let a massive Benjamin Rush of spunk torrent straight down the backrest of her throat. With his hand viced around her neck, Tina didn't have much of a option of whether or not she swallowed his in vogue depositary into her belly. She looked up, through hazy and tear-stricken centre, at the frat boy whose look she didn't recognize and chugged down his cum. It took respective glugs, but she managed to keep chugging until he had drained his glob into her stomach.

All of the sudden, Tina felt her head rushing backwards and the stopcock that was lodged in her pharynx was wrenched out, leaving her hanging for a import with her mouthpiece agape and splattered with sticky spit. She could hear him snicker while he wiped off his rooster on Tina's face, smearing a viscous house-made blend of spit and jizz across her face like they were his cum tag end. Seizing the moment, she took a puff breathing time and tried to gag down as a good deal air as she could get.

"See ? She's achin'for another fat prick in her oral fissure !"she heard a feminine spokesperson cheer from a twosome rows back in the crowd. That one got a rise out of the bunch of looker-on, who chimed in with a chorus of laugh. Without another second spared for her to emit, she felt one hired hand sack her hair and another one snatch it up. Then, another girthy schlong was stuffed in between her sass before she could even come together her mouth.

It continued like that for several blurry hours, passing Tina's foreland from one set of hands to another like a hand-me-down, pass-around fleshlight that just happened to take 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 fertilize them to her. It wasn't until the 6th load that she began to imagine back, wondering how she went from putting on a slim, figure-flaunting Negroid attire that showed off her bubbly ass in the quilt of her own dormitory elbow room hours before - or daytime before, she conceded to herself that she had no genuine way of knowing for for certain - to slurping down piping-hot loads 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 other face of the residence hall room.

"I'm working on it !"Tina shot back to her dorm roomie. She was in the heart of cramming her jiggling rump down into a dress that was a whole sizing too small. The stretched-thin silk clung to her bend like saran wrap and the hem at the buns rode up so obscenely mellow that it showed off more than a hint of her ass. Tina figured that this frock, albeit kind of gratuitous, she admitted, would show off her flirty side. She admired herself in the mirror for a present moment, and did some last-minute primping and tossing in her deep brown bob-style haircut and straightened her thick-frame specs. She pushed up on her perky B-cup tits, making sure they featured prominently on her pectus 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 daughter from the freshman class that was sexy, witty, and always said the right field affair - and everyone would want to get her number.

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

"Fuck you, Ari."

"Look, daughter, if you are tryin'to get bonk tonight, you couldn't have potential picked out a better dress 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 paw clamp down onto the paper-thin black material and yank upwards. Tina's ass all but spilled out of the fabric and bounced animatedly for an unbroken 5 or 6 seconds.

"What the fuck, Ari ? !"Tina protested, smacking at Arielle's bridge player while she fought to twist the garb back down into place. Defeated, Arielle laughed and turned away, heading for the presence door of their shared livelihood space.

"The fact that having your attire pulled up around your shank didn't point me all that much more than 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.

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

"Whatever you say !"Ari returned, already near of the way through the room access by the time Tina finished defending her press choices for the evening. Tina started after her, snatching up her sound on the way out the doorway as the pair of them strode out into the hallway of the restrained dorm hallway. She didn't realize until she was sliding into the backseat of their company 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 threshold shut with a flashy"whump"and leaned over the door in the unresolved passenger window.

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

"suction his fucking dick, too, while you're over there ! ejaculate on, let's fucking go !"Arielle called out from behind her, already halfway up the private road in front of the the colonial-style ashen house emblazoned with the Greek lettering spelling out"Lambda Chi Theta"across the top beam supported by a row of Doric dialect pillars. For those not in a brotherhood, the English spelling of"Lambda Chi Theta"was also written out next to their Greek counterparts, which Tina thought was rather considerate. She scowled at her roommate and offered her another once-over of her tallest finger's breadth before glancing back at the Uber device driver and mouthing a silent"I'm sorry."

Scampering up the private road behind her friend, she found herself unable 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 twain people already laying out in the grass in front of the heroic old house who were appearing to conduct the antique and time-honored fraternity custom of getting shitfaced drunkard and passing out with a cup of beer still in hired man. The closer she got to the strawman of the construction, the More she could feel the bass part threaded through the saltation medicine emanating from the political party thumping her in the chest of drawers with every throbbing. She arrived on the front 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 pick up you. I guess we should just go in, then ?"

"After you."

Arielle pushed on the threshold and, with no minor amount of effort involved, heaved it loose. The soundtrack to the house party was overwhelming now, mixing and mingling with the ecumenical hubbub of dozen of conversations occurring throughout the party at the same fourth dimension. People were packed wall-to-wall, shoulder-to-shoulder, all conducting chit chat at a dB horizontal surface 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 back step with the trot that Arielle shot off into, dispensing"I'm sorry"and"excuse me"as needed. Somehow, she ended up with a red cup of mystery alcoholic drink along the way through the sardius 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 caput and ‘ Class of 1997'brotherhood group photograph in opulent, gold-leafed skeletal frame."Where are you even going ?"

"Going to get laid, dolt !"

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

"Yeah, I'm going to go hook up with this guy I met in form. He told me to forgather 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 real bitch, you know that ? And who's the whore, again ?"

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

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

Tina pursed her mouth and sighed. She was totally alone now, but at least she had her beer. She peered down into it for a import, noticed it's slightly unknown people of colour, but elected to down it anyway. She polished off the drink and let the cup capitulation from her paw to the base to fall in the other handful of trampled empties, and then she headed in the opposite focal point of Arielle.

* * *

After a square 30 minutes of milling about the castle-esque frat house, avoiding conversation, and minding the hem of her wearing apparel to restrain it from riding up too high school and exposing her forgotten pantie, she found herself as an onlooker of a brace of frat boys playing beer niff on either sides of a rickety batting order table. By this clock time, she had accepted too many drinks that seemed much stronger than your average fresh-from-the-keg brew, but they tasted confection and they went down like water, so she kept on drinking them as fast as they were handed to her. When she felt Holy Writ tumbling out of her oral fissure while she stood beside the ongoing game, she was a rider in the surgical process of her own inebriated pair of free lips.

"Whoever wins this side by side round of golf gets my telephone number !"Meanwhile, the sober Tina, planted in the back seat, internally nodded her approval at inebriate 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 casual game.

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

"It's .."Tina paused, placed a hand 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 athlete repeated as he flashed a look over to his opponent.

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

"Yeah, I'm good with that. I just hope we get to stir the stakes. A phone number doesn't necessarily mean anything, does it ?"Tim replied in turn of events."I don't know, Pat, we might hold to have her up the ante on circle two to something I couldn't uncovering on her Facebook profile."Tim glanced over at Tina, arching his eyebrow as if to move a response.

"We'll see, boys !"Tina responds, with sober Tina still incredulously watching on from the back prat as whatever was spiked in that keg continued to needle drink in Tina further and further down whatever rabbit hole she has embedded herself in. At the beer niff board, her actor's line of encouragement spurned an gumptious plot of sink-the-ball-in-the-cup. instant later, Tina was scrawling her earphone 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 posterior. With his justify hand, he plucked the cup of enigma hooch out of her reside hand and set it down on the floor beside the makeshift beer pong tabular array.

"Get under the table, Tina."

"Uh, what does this experience to do with the biz ?"

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

Tina shrugged and decided to go along with this adjacent round of the game. The night was going well. She gave out her number, she's been flirting with a couple of hot frat boys, and she has had a lot of hard drink. As she pulled away from St. Patrick's loose range, she felt him swat her ass and spurn her forward. She shrieked playfully, tip-toeing toward the circuit card table. When she dropped to her genu on the hardwood story, a dozen partygoers got an all-access laissez passer to the viewing party of Tina's tight, pink pussy and pucker asshole. Tina settled in the core, halfway between either end of the short-change table.

"Alright, drib ‘ em !"

Each twosome of pegleg on either side of the table wriggled slightly, and then both frat boys dropped their pants down to the ankles and exposed their pounding, veiny pecker that dangled down in between their ramification. Tina's eyes went wide-cut, and she quickly snatched up the red plastic cup of alcoholic drink from the floor beside her for a self-coloured 5 seconds of chugging.

"Tina !"she could get a line Patrick call from up on the topside of the table."When you hear somebody account on one end of the the table, you go to the opposition side and get to exercise. You got that ?"Tina, still stunned that she has found herself under the table between a pair of frat boy rooster.

"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 own fun, and to make her debut to college living. The line between inebriate Tina and sober Tina had been getting thinner all Nox, and drunk Tina was the one coming out on top. sot Tina wanted to imbibe some prick. Seconds later, she had one an inch away from her face.

"Get to suckin ’, Tina !"she heard from the flow points loss leader, Tim. She decided to try and her best to do as she was told. She had only wet-nurse one peter before, and that was her high school schooltime boyfriend. It didn't go well. Determined to do better this fourth dimension, she decided to try and take a page out of erotica TV she had seen and hocked a load of spit right onto the chief of the fuckstick bouncing in strawman of her face. She could find out a catcalling whistle ring out from the topside of the tabular array, which only encouraged her. Tina gingerly leant in and popped her pleasant-tasting fuckpillow lips around the head of the cock she was obligated to suck, and that's when she heard the testicle bouncing across the table again. syncope, glossy, slurping interference started to regularly intermingle with the early sound of the party while Tina eagerly sucked down inch after inch of the St. Patrick's bitchbreaker. Her rim rode down his dick as far as she could bone up into her mouth, then back up the way she came. She could feel his girthy pole resting on her tongue while she toiled away.

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

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

A muffled, plastic-on-plastic crack marked Tim nailing a barb into the loving cup on the other incline of the tabular array, and Tina immediately pulled her mouth 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 early side of meat of the table. She was greeted by another surd frat boy shaft, except this meter there was a slight White River line of pulverisation running down from the foot to the head. She hesitated.

"Come on, Tina, it's just a lilliputian something for all your hard work. It 's just something to bring in you feel soundly. Just micturate sure you get me all the way down to the Qaeda like a just girl."

She continued to sit and turn over this. She was sot, which opened her up to the estimate of sucking some random frat tool, but the encounter of being face-to-face with the option of stretching her lips around another slab of core and a side order of severe drugs brought sober Tina back into the decision-making process. But Tina had seen people railing bank line 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 political party foul, and she wasn't about to have that on her college reputation before she so much as finished her first year. Tina opened her mouth, and lurched forward.

Within a blink, and accompanied by a salubrious, throat gurgle, Tina was making out with the base of Tim's peter. She spluttered hard on his cock, blowing house of cards of spit that turned into dripping lead of goo that dribbled down her chin 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 upsurge of the gamey sent her into the stratosphere. Everything else melted away ; the crowd was gone, the table was gone, and the music quieted down to a whisper. The simply thing left in her mind was her, and the addictive cock she was charged with mysterious throating.

* * *

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

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

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

Saint Patrick deftly overturned the table onto its position which sent the cupful and Ping-Pong balls clattering down to the floor. What was left in its place, situated between the twosome of them and on full display for anybody interested in seeing some freshman party jade go to town on a dick, was Tina Shoemaker, who was luxuriously out of her mind and eagerly bobbing her oral sex back and forth on Tim's 8-inch beam of light. Saint Patrick knelt down and met no opposition whatsoever from their cock-addicted dicksucker when he pushed up her dress up over her ass and to her waist. He crouched over Tina's pasty, pale-white fat ass, lined up his pecker with her pussy and rubbed his bellend back and forth in her warm entrance.

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

"What a whore."

"She went out without any have it off panties. She had to accept wanted this from the start."

"Did you see her dress ?"

Tina was flying too mellow to have any pity for what she was doing. She only knew that she loved this mouth-watering turncock that was being thrust into her mouthpiece, and the exact moment when some other monumental rod slid bass into her desperate, aching pussy. She could finger 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, Patrick would give up an open-handed palm smack to her bouncing backside which would make her tense up and twitch as the spank sent an electric shock absorber across her skin and rightfield up her thorn. Her ass felt like it was on fervor after about a dozen spanks, and that was when Patrick plunged a wetted quarter round into her dickhead. Her middle rolled back behind her fluttering eyelids while she continued to smoke Tim's pole with the messy approach that only a drunkard, in high spirits frat slut could.

In her sex, drugs, and peter induced stupefaction, she was spirit on making a gens for herself. While Patrick's nutsack slapping pendulously into her belly, Tina set to act on Tim. She slithered her tongue 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 puffer lips formed a vacuum cleaner seal around the man-meat in her well-lubricated throat. She flicked her eyes up, tilted her chin back, and batted her long, bullshit 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 dozens of air mile away from her. The cervix of a lowly tube-shaped structure was slipped up into her nozzle and she obediently breathed deeply through her nozzle. Then, she blacked out completely.

* * *

"That's right,"Tina thought as she remembered what happened - she had taken that hold up hit of coke and conked out with her throat still stuffed fully of frat dick ; Tim's peter, as she recalled, who nearly certainly was not the one who was skullfucking her at the moment. This time, the one fuck her face was from her 3:00PM Biology division. She had given Tim the doe-eyed"please fuck me arduous"look, and all this college company boy seemed to be concerned with as far as her fount is concerned is how to apply another makeup coat of his nutbutter. On queue, she felt the familiar sensation of having her hair yanked back and her throat becoming suddenly and upsettingly relieved of tariff. She watched, enraptured, as her nameless married person stroked his pulsing member rightfield in front of her face. Without thinking about it, she let her tongue autumn out of the front of her cheek and openly drool down a streak of throatlube down onto the carpeting 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 strand of emollient splatter onto her features and lead off plastering on her tegument. As she breathed a voiced moan, another rophy strung between the tip of her olfactory organ and the flatcar of her well-traveled cockcleaner tongue. A couple of nerve shooter landed on her forehead and in her hair, and she took it all just as she had taken every early load that night - without objection.

"TINA ! ?"

She may have just woken up from her coke-induced nap, but she recognized her roommate's phonation. The tone of her friend's vocalization was a mixture of care and confusion, but the next matter she knew she was being helped up onto her feet in the eye of the crowd. Arielle had pushed through the gang and was holding Tina by the shoulders with either of her outstretched arms. Tina was wobbly on her two feet because she hadn't been on them in respective hours, so she essentially leaned into the support joists her roommate was offering while she looked dazedly onto her face.

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

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

"feel, 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 assemblage to find her shy, socially-inept roomy the meat 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 encumbrance into one of her 3 trap. However, Tina didn't privation to go habitation. Earlier in the evening, she had put on the skankiest black dress she could find, drank herself stupid, and then willingly blew two fraternity son 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 roomie at her back, Tina turned away and looked back at her gang of new housemates and licked her lips.

"Who wants me next ? ”