"Fuck, Blake, yes yes yes!" Aurora chanted as she rode up and down on her boyfriend's cock.
The svelte blonde had her hands on the young man's broad chest, her head thrown back in pleasure and her honey-colored hair cascading down her back as she undulated on his stiff rod. Her modest, perky tits bounced as she moved her hips like a skilled dancer, panting and moaning as his hardness would move inside of her, hitting every tender spot in her sensitive box.
"Touch my clit, baby," she commanded breathily. "Oh God, I'm so close!"
Her request was granted as he used his fingers to roughly stroke her hardened nub, his other hand groping her slender waist. She let out a loud moan as she shuddered onto top of him, her pussy's constrictions bringing him to the edge as well. He thrust his hips upwards to get as much of his hardness inside her pulsating box as he grunted his release. Aurora whimpered demurely as she felt his jizz shoot into her, grinding her hips through both their orgasms as the sounds of their labored breathing engulfed her bedroom.
Her body felt like jelly as she slumped onto his chest, the sound of his panting in her ear as he murmured her name, stroking her already healthy ego. She rolled off him and felt the moist dribble of his cum and her own wetness between her thighs. She felt sated and throughly fucked. It was her favorite feeling.
"Good boy," she murmured through her post-orgasmic haze, stroking his pec. "That was just what I needed."
"Fucking hell, woman," Blake sighed. "What got into you today?"
"Besides you?" she smirked, leaning over and kissing his neck. "Nothing, baby. I just missed you."
She had missed him, that part she wasn't lying about. Taking over the charter president role in her senior year was taking more out of her personal time than she had initially thought it would. She had wanted nothing more ever since she was a freshman during rush season and now that she had it, it was taking a toll on her. But she could handle it. She was Aurora fucking DiMarco and she could do anything. And anything she wanted, she got.
What she hadn't expected though, was how sexually frustrated the hazing process would make her. There were fewer things that got her wetter than watching the young, beautiful freshmen complete whatever sexual task she gave them on command. They were like her personal cute, little sex slaves. She should've had her compensation during the "oral skills" round but a shortage of pledges meant that she had to sit that round out. As sexy as it all was, it was the curvy Legacy Pledge that had really spurred her interest. Aurora hated to admit it, but she had been a bit jealous of Marion.
Her cunt had throbbed like hell as she watched the brown-haired teenager kneel in between her best friend's legs and lap up her pussy like her life depended on it. Lana really was the perfect pledge in every way: she was a legacy, eager to please and one hell of a looker. She knew she shouldn't have, but Aurora had been dying to taste the younger girl's pussy and she hadn't been disappointed. The way Lana had looked at her and quivered around her fingers, her cheeks turning bright red and her innocent looking face wrought with lust had Aurora having to use every ounce of self control to not strip and have the girl eat her out on the spot.
But she was the president. There were rules she had to uphold and she had to be the leading example. Luckily for her, she had a more than competent replacement in the form of her long-term boyfriend, Blake Everton.
"I really wish you hadn't taken this stupid president title," Blake complained. "I hardly get to see you anymore."
"I know," Aurora said. "But I have to do it. Do you know how good it'll look on my resumé? What did you expect me to do? Settle for being Vice?"
"Second place isn't always so bad," Blake rationalized.
"Not when you're Aurora DiMarco," she said sternly. She sat up, a naughty smirk on her face. "I've got a folder with photos of all the Pledges. I'm thinking about rating their body parts and sending them their results, just to fuck around with them. Wanna help me?"
"You're fucking twisted," Blake grinned. "But that's why I love you."
Their mouths connected and they aggressively devoured each other's lips, both of them fighting for dominance. Aurora felt her nipples harden and she abruptly pulled away; she didn't have time for round two. Getting up off the bed, she slipped on Blake's shirt which was lying on the floor and got her laptop from her desk. Blake had propped himself up against the headboard and covered his crotch with a throw. Aurora settled next to him. She clicked around on her computer before she found what she was looking for. She opened an Excel spreadsheet that had the pledges names already entered in then opened the folder with the images.
"Ok, Tori Achterkamp," Aurora read out the first name as she opened the photos she had stored.
It had taken her hours to wade through their social media pages to find photos she could really use. And of course, she had the advantage of having seen them naked live.
"She's cute, I guess," Blake said nonchalantly. "A seven for her legs, but tits could be better. I'd say five for those."
"I agree," Aurora nodded, as she punched in the numbers.
They carried on rating the freshmen, Blake always underscoring them just in case he rubbed his girlfriend the wrong way. He'd learnt from three years of dating that getting on Aurora's wrong side was a mistake that was best avoided. She opened a new photo.
"Lana Murphy," she said, the infliction in her voice changing ever so slightly. "What do you think of her, Blake?"
Blake took in the photo of the smiling brunette. It looked like a holiday photo, and she was standing on the beach holding a volleyball. Even though she was in the sun, her skin was milky white, but in a healthy, attractive sort of way. She had on a high-cut one piece bathing suit that accentuated her long legs and healthy hips, her breasts standing to attention in the nylon suit. She was definitely the best looking girl Aurora had shown him so far and he was glad that his cock was covered so his girlfriend couldn't notice the blood that was rushing there.
"Well, Blakey?" Aurora said again.
"I don't know, like a six, I guess. Show me her face so I can make a better judgment."
Aurora complied and swiped to the next picture of Lana. This one was a modest profile. It was a high school graduation photo, and she was beaming, her blue-green eyes shimmering and her dark brown hair straight, unlike the first picture. That's when Blake's memory clicked.
"Shit, I've seen that girl!" he said, almost too enthusiastically.
"Really?" Aurora raised her eyebrow.
"Yeah, I'm positive!" Blake said confidently.
"Last Friday, at the Alpha party. She was with that black girl you showed me just now. I remember them cause Colton wouldn't shut up about trying to get her friend. I thought Luca might've told you."
"Luca?" Aurora inquired. "What does Luca have to do with this?"
"Jeez, Rory, I don't mean to be that guy," Blake said awkwardly, feeling like he was betraying some unspoken bro-code as he continued talking. "But Luca hooked up with that girl."
"What do you mean 'hooked up'," Aurora said, trying to keep calm even though she was anything but.
"I mean they fucked," Blake shrugged. "They were all touchy-feely in the kitchen for a while then he took her up to his bedroom and they left half an hour later. You can ask Luca himself but don't say you heard it from me."
Aurora snapped her laptop shut, which made Blake jump a bit.
"I'm sorry I even said anything," he said, raising his hands. "It's really not that big a deal."
"She thinks she can use my brother to get in, does she?" Aurora's voice was ominous.
"I really don't think that's it," Blake rolled his eyes. "I think it's just horny freshmen doing what horny freshmen do."
Aurora wanted to believe Blake and take this new information for what it was, but something irked her to no end. Her little brother was one of her best friends but also one of her biggest competitors. They shared a four year age gape and since they'd been old enough, they challenged each other for everything; their parents' attention, marks at school, extracurricular achievements. The last thing she thought they'd ever fight over was a sexual conquest.
"What are you doing?" Blake asked as he watched Aurora lean over and pull out a black burner phone from her bedside table.
