COLLEGERULES – Their Guardians Are Paying So Much Money In Tuition Just For This Haha

Title: College Rules: An Orgy of Indulgence and Excess

It’s Friday night, and the sorority house is buzzing with excitement. The girls have been anticipating this night for weeks – parent-teacher conference weekend. A time when their guardians descended upon the campus, opening their wallets to foot the hefty tuition bills. But little did they know, their hard-earned money was funding something much more scandalous than a basic education.

As dusk fell, Sara Luvv, the reigning queen bee of the Greek scene, convened an emergency meeting. Her roommates, a gaggle of gorgeous coeds – blonde bombshells, busty brunettes, and every shade of Instagram-perfect – gathered around her. Sara dropped the bombshell reveal of the night. “Girls, we’ve been invited to an exclusive party tonight. And I mean *exclusive*. Like, last of the Mohicans exclusive.”

A hush fell over the room as the magnitude sank in. “But…how? We aren’t cool enough for that,” Belle Sparkles stammered, her big blue eyes wide with disbelief. Sara smirked, relishing the moment. “Oh but we are, Bells. We just have to look the part first.”

And so began the primping ritual of the gods. Transforming from studious coeds to vixens of the night. Curves emphasized, hair tamed and tousled, the war paint was laid on thick. They were ready to paint the town red. Or, in Sara’s words – those good ol’ daddies were footing the bill to get their darlings laid. It was justice, in a way.

The limo arrived at an unassuming townhouse on the outskirts of campus. But looks were deceiving. Tonight, it would hosts the party of the semester. The girls walked in, head held high, ready to make their mark, metaphorically and otherwise.

The testosterone was as thick as the Red Solo cups piled high everywhere. Frat boys, horny and giddy from the open bar, pawed at the girls eagerly. But tonight called for bigger fish. Sara and her sorority sisters had their sights set on the big leagues – athletes, trust fund kiddies, anyone with a thick wallet and an even thicker you-know-what.

Belle snagged a football star, or whatever jock Sara had pointed out to her. He was chiseled,, chiseled to high hell and back. They hit the dance floor, grinding to the heavy bass beat pounding through the speakers. The heat was suffocating, but Belle relished the way his hands gripped her hips possessively. They were far from the only ones getting their freak on, lost in a sea of groping bodies.

Sara meanwhile, was coiled around her prize – a lanky hipster type with an expensive haircut and a trust fund out the wazoo. She could practically see the green behind his eyes as he eye-fucked her right there on the couch. He was practically panting, ready to be unleashed.

The orgiastic energy in the room was palpable. A haze of gin and sweat, fogged windows and snippets of debauched moans filtering through the walls. The Villa patrons didn’t disappoint. They delivered the ultimate party with a bang – a literal bang.

Belle was bent over the arm of the sofa by her football stud, taking it like a champ as he pounded her from behind. Sara had her trust fund baby by the throat from where she straddled him, riding him into oblivion. And that was just the tip of the iceberg.

As the night wore on and the gin took its toll, inhibitions had all but evaporated on the dance floor. They were all at it, bodies gyrating against each other, hands roaming every inch of exposed skin. It was a free-for-all, an agora of animalistic passion and libido.

Belle collapsed onto the coffee table, spread-eagle and unashamed, as frat boy after frat boy took their turn with her. Sara followed suit, riding a line of anonymous faces with a perfectly poised pout. The whole room was in a frenzy, fucking in every corner, on every surface available.

And then it was over. Like a switch had been flipped, suddenly their was a shift in the energy room. The orgy wound down, its participants stumbling off to find a dark corner to crash. Sara and Belle snuck out, giggling into each other as they hailed a cab back to the sorority house. They were boneless, satiated, aguish in the afterglow as they stumbled up three flights of stairs to their shared bedroom. Collapsing into bed, they cuddled close, giggling as they replayed the night’s most scandalous moments.

As the alcohol wore off, they Grove their heads together, swearing each other to secrecy. This was just between them and the rest of the villa’s inhabitants. The kinkier the better, innuendo and subtext dripping from every syllable. They were having fun with it, basking in their exploits.

But beneath the levity was a looming question. Would their secrets stay buried? Had someone snapped incriminating photos? Would they be blackmailed into silence? Or worse, be outed and landed back at mommy and daddy’s place? They were playing with fire, and they both knew it. But it was a risk they were willing to take for the rush of living dangerously. The thrill of the unknown was part of the appeal of the whole wild affair.

As the sun rose, they infiltrated the campus again, looking like nothing had happened. They had their hair pulled into high ponytails and their uniforms spotless and starched, ready to be the paragons of virtue. But now Sara and Belle had a dirty little secret only the also knew. Under the perfect shell, they were anything but angelic. And they wouldn’t have it any other way.