Freshman Orientation

Saturday in town

Wakefulness came abruptly.  Amy found herself staring at the ceiling in the half light of early morning without any recollection of rousing.  Moreover, she knew immediately what day it was and what the implications of that date were.  Her final certainty was that the excitement of that realization was going to prevent any further slumber.

After a few minutes of contemplation, she turned her head in the direction of her partner.  In doing so, she met two wide open eyes.  A small smile bloomed below those eyes and she felt a hand on her abdomen.  She touched that hand with one of her own before she spoke.

“Race you to the hyg,” she whispered.

Throwing back the covers, they dashed down the hall, he slightly ahead of her.  But as they neared their objective, he pulled up forcing a tie.

Touches and giggles accompanied their hygienic activities.  She stood behind, pressing against him and holding his cock while he pissed.  He mopped her labia after she urinated.  They test-kissed after their oral rituals.  As they made their way back to their room, she held him by his stiffening cock while he massaged her ass cheek.

Lying on their sides, their mouths worked together for a protracted period before he took the suggestion of her hand pressure on his shoulder and rolled onto his back.  Leaning over him, her free hand appropriated his penis as her mouth kissed and licked its way down his torso. 

She knew she was fulfilling his expectations when her mouth reached his cock head.  But if he were expecting an expeditious blow job, he was disappointed.  A kiss was followed by a lick that extended down the length of his shaft.  She made a point of huffing on his balls before actually sucking them.  By the time she raised her sights to his cock head again, he was writhing and gasping in a very satisfying manner.  Moved by pity, she caused his cock to find its way into her mouth without further delay.  Her lips and tongue did their work.  Finally, she let his cock head feel the back of her throat.  

He was bucking against her mouth when she finally released him.  Taking her time, she allowed her body to sway as she straddled his hips.  She transferred hands but never lost the grip on that important member.  She enjoyed the look on his face as she put the head inside her.  It was even more appealing as she pumped up and down, taking him progressively deeper into her.

When she had him fully inside, she leaned forward.  Her arms provided support as their mouths meshed again.  They were still at it when she began to ride him – just a gentle rocking at first, then bona fide strokes.  They started out long and slow.  Dissatisfied, she adopted a rotary motion, searching for a promising sensation.  Her sharp in take of breath signaled her success. 

His hands were massaging her breasts.  She gave that development scant notice as she worked herself on his cock.  This was feeling very promising.  She had to follow through.  There was surely an orgasm at the end of this ride.

At some level below full consciousness she was aware that she was squeaking and moaning in amongst her gasps.  In the foreground of her awareness was the good, hard cock that was sliding past her hot spots providing them with the stimulation they needed to raise her over the hurdle to ecstasy.  When that occurred, she found herself thrashing in response to the bolts of pleasure from her spasming pussy.

Her partner had her on her back before her orgasm had run its course.  His furious fucking prolonged her climax and renewed her audible acknowledgement of his efforts.  She met his final plunge eagerly, arching her back to maximize his penetration.  But as she held him while he jerked and groaned, she unaccountably burst into tears.  Her sobs caused him to raise his head with a look of dazed inquiry. 

“What’s …?”

She shook her head and squeezed her leaking eyes shut.

“I don’t know.  This is so silly,”

He didn’t essay a reply.  Finally she forced her eyes open and took a blurry look at him.  He did not look perplexed, just expectant.  That was when she realized what was happening.  He knew already.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I guess it just hit me that this is our last …” Last what?  It was probably not the last time they would fuck for the next four years.  They might even spend the night together sometime.  They were classmates and teammates.  They would be interacting a lot.  But they would never again share what they had this week.

“Yeah, I gotta admit, this feels kind of strange … kind of sad.”  He seemed to grope for a moment and then rallied.  “But this is what we signed on for.  We fuck and move on.  We communicate with sex.  We share our bodies and deal with the emotional stuff as it comes up.”  He seemed to consider, then added, “It’s an emotional workout, though.”

Her tears had subsided.  She reached for his head and drew him down on top of her for an embrace.  His cock had pretty much retreated from her.  She regretted not having the opportunity to squeeze him one more time.  She consoled herself with feeling his weight and his warmth on her.

The hubbub at breakfast did much to lighten the mood.  Everyone was excited and perhaps a bit anxious about their impending foray into the larger world.  Serena declared herself ready to see some new faces – “no offense to present company” she added with mock deference.  Rick offered that he was ready to see some new tits.  He asserted that he could identify the girls in the class if they had bags over their heads.  The bravado notwithstanding, Amy wondered if they were really as anxious as she was down inside.  After a moment’s reflection she decided that they probably were not. 

The robotic mini-buses circulated back and forth the few kilometers to the town center. Two were awaiting passengers from among the freshmen milling around the embarkation point.  Some of the students seemed to hold back awaiting a critical mass around them before boarding.  Amy appreciated the variety of naked bodies of varying hues, heights and builds – with the only common characteristic being the telltale orange Freshman necklace. 

But there was something unusual about the naked crowd.  It finally occurred to Amy that it was the girls’ heels.  They were following the off-campus policy: elevated heels were dress up.  She regarded her female classmates with smug superiority.  She had fallen into the habit of keeping her heels “up” days ago.  By now tall heels seemed perfectly natural.

Amy lost track of Marvin.  Indu and George waved to her as they made for the door of the nearest bus.  She decided that was her cue to board.  She found Saree already in a seat – next to Rashid, of course.  The Arab girl wore a loose head scarf which she joked was to protect her modesty in public.  She glanced at Rashid for his reaction to her sally.  When she smiled at him there was no doubting the promise in her eyes.  Amy wondered if the scarf was a violation of the rules, but couldn’t deny that it looked good on her naked friend.

After a short chatty ride, they alighted at their objective – and diffused among the locals.  Saree and Rashid were hand in hand at last sight.

The town center was a typical “pall”- a park/mall.  This had become the gathering place of choice for small town and suburban social interaction.  It was a successor to the enclosed mall that served that purpose in America for many decades. Unlike its forerunner, this space enclosed no brick-and-mortar places of business.  As each individual strolled the winding walkways of the setting, holographic images appeared along the way touting products and services according to the type of person it detected passing by.  It amounted to personalized window shopping.  Of course, if the pedestrian registered any interest the images would linger and evolve, soliciting a sale.  Thanks to imbedded forearm chips, a transaction could be consummated and the purchase delivery arranged with only the spoken word.

The structural portion of the pall consisted of little more than an enormous, swooping roof.  This covering actively manipulated the environment below it as it changed to adjust for incident light above it and respond to the temperature below it.  It even warped to change shape to encourage airflow and present the most advantageous profile to incoming breeze.  In extreme conditions, barriers sprang from the turf along the perimeter to serve as rain shields, wind breaks and shade.  All of this sophisticated activity was powered by locally generated electricity of mostly solar origin.

Somehow Amy found herself in step with Indu and George.  None of the other Farleigh students were nearby.

“What’s wrong with this picture?” George murmured.  “Three naked girls and none of us is being fucked.”

That was not universally true.  Sexual activity was in evidence here and there.  A long-haired, vest-clad young woman was riding the cock of Luis as he relaxed on the available seating.  Her pendulous tits were garnering ample attention from his fingers as she stroked herself to pleasure. Next to the site of the tryst, an infant slumbered in a stroller.   The three girls digested the scene for a few moments before Indu suggested that their classmate was doing a good deed. 

“I guess so,” George replied.  “I’d say he’s making her morning.”

“No, I mean he’s helping her shed her baby weight,” Indu deadpanned. 

Their post-snigger smiles hadn’t fully faded when they encountered another classmate.  Jet was on all fours in the grass.  She was simultaneously being fucked from behind by an older Afro man while she sucked the cock of a (too young?) boy.  As Amy watched she concluded the resemblance between Jet’s two partners was too great to be coincidental.  Had she solicited sex from a father and son? 

A young adult couple faced each other at another seating site.  The woman was leaning forward, resting on an elbow propped on the backrest as she spoke to her naked male friend through a smile.  He mirrored her posture and returned her smile.  Her bare breasts jiggled slightly as they peeped out of her top.  They did so in sympathy with her free hand which was pumping her companion’s rigid cock.  The three Farleigh freshmen watched until the man sidled closer and looked meaningfully at his companion.  The woman stowed her smile as she bent to take his member into her mouth.

Despite the blatancy of the sex being performed, it did not seem out of place among the variety of activities being pursued by the other members of the crowd.  Young children capered about, describing rough orbits around their adult supervisors or utilizing the recreational equipment.  Most of the preteens were naked except for shoes and touches such as girls’ hair treatments.  They were largely oblivious to the sexual activity.  Indeed, most of the occupations of the teens and adults failed to attract their attention.

The teens favored various stylish vests and tops.  For the most part, they were naked below the waist.  A few renegade girls reversed the usual arrangement by wearing shorts or skirts with no tops.  They sported dark makeup, piercings, tatoos and other accouterments that suggested a Goth orientation.  The boys that associated with these klatches wore black jackets and hats but allowed their black-ringed genitals free rein.

George contemplated the food items being consumed by some of the crowd.  She suggested that they avail themselves of the opportunity to eat something unwholesome.  The wantonness of her proposal appealed to her companions and met with immediate approbation.  Stepping up to a virtual snack stand, they spoke their selections and offered their chip-embedded forearms.  Once their debit transactions had been processed and orders acknowledged, the trio moved away to find seating.  Before they had completed their search a robotic server wheeled up to them, homing in on their chips.  It addressed each of them by name as it dispensed their purchases.

They took a seat while they consumed their treats.  Amy watched the passing parade. 

A middle-aged-going-on-elderly couple sauntered past.  He was a tall, hulking specimen with silvery hair spouting from under a peeked cap.  Since it had a nautical device, Amy concluded that it was a yachting cap.  A pair of dark wrap-around glasses, shoes and a holster pouch slung at his side was all he wore.  His cock was long and limp, jigging occasional as he ambled along.  His ball sack hung nearly as low as his cockhead.  By contrast, his much shorter statured, petite female companion (wife, Amy concluded when she saw the flash of a traditional wedding set on her left hand) was fully arrayed in pink shorts and a white, sleeveless top.  Her straight blonde hair and hoop earrings completed her properly conservative look.  If it weren’t for her unusually large breasts that bounced freely under her top, Amy would have written her off as grandmotherly.  There was something not quite staid about this pair. 

As his companion examined sales displays, the man’s head swiveled slowly to and fro, taking in the crowd.  With practiced casualness he made a couple of passes over her group.  In spite of his opaque eye ware, Amy was sure he was checking out her pussy and those of her companions.  Amy made sure she was properly open for display.  She sincerely hoped he was enjoying the view.

As Amy and her companions concluded their collation and resumed their stroll, they encountered a mixed group of local teens.  Conversation among the locals ceased on the Farleigh girls’ approach.  Amy was inclined to avoid the encounter, but the other two girls engaged the locals eagerly.  The three local girls returned the greeting guardedly, but thawed quickly under Indu’s cheerful openness. As the tension relaxed, the boys in the gathering checked out the Farleigh girls frankly.  No doubt the school’s reputation preceded them and the males were assessing their chances for sex.  When the gathering accreted new arrivals Hector, Dwayne and Nita, the possibilities began to open up. 

When it came out that Indu and Hector were roommates, the interest of the locals was piqued.  Sure, the pair slept together and fucked every day.  One of the local girls eyed Dwayne’s impressive cock and jocularly asked if his roommate was hospitalized.  Amongst the tittering, the object of the comment showed signs of life as its owner grinned. 

“Actually, I’m his roommate,” Nita disclosed.  Her smile indicated that she expected a reaction.  She wasn’t disappointed.

“Shit,” the girl in the pink and green streaked hair wearing the open front red and black vest reacted, “how do you get all that into you?”  She glanced repeatedly at Nita’s pussy as though looking for visible damage.

“It folds double,” Hector cracked. 

During the ensuing hilarity, Dwayne’s member gained altitude and girth.

“You’d be surprised what the average cunt can take,” Nita replied with a knowing smile.  Her hand waved over her short frame.  “I’m not exactly the high capacity model, but I can take him – and I do, every chance I get.” 

“Actually, he’s fucked me, too,” Amy offered. 

George and Indu promptly affirmed that their cunts had also played host to Dwayne’s member.  The other girls were definitely impressed. The local boys exhibited some restlessness.  One of them, a GVC with a rather full face, cleft chin and curly dark hair, maintained a proprietary arm around the waist of an Afro girl with short, blonde hair and wearing a loose, filmy, see-through top.  He glowered silently at the proceedings.  It occurred to Amy that a new tension may be developing. 

Nita casually took a grip on her roommate’s growing cock and looked at the girl in the streaked hair.

“Why don’t you take him for a ride?  I have a feeling you’ll like it.”  She glanced at Dwayne.  “You’re okay with that, right?”  Dwayne confirmed he was.

“Don’t be so stingy,” George upbraided her classmate.  “The other girls might want a turn, too.”

“My bad,” Nita replied with mock contrition.  “Of course, there’s plenty of Dwayne for everyone.”  She arched her back, pushing her crotch out as she swept the three town girls with a glance.  “But we need something to do in the meantime.  Can we ride your guys while you check out Dwayne?”

Amy wasn’t sure where to look for a reaction.  Dwayne was fully locked and loaded and one of the town boys – a shorter, Hispanic looking lad – was up as well.  Hector’s cock was also showing signs of interest in the proceedings.  The three town girls glanced at each other, then nods and shrugs were exchanged.  Then one demurred.  She was an Asian girl who observed that she would wait to have a baby to get stretched that much.  Mr. Possessive looked a question at his girlfriend, but she just gave him a blasé smile as she slipped from his encircling arm and stepped forward to stand next to her streaky haired girlfriend.  She gave Dwayne a meaningful once-over.

“Well, two of us are game,” said Streaks, striking an open-legged pose.  “How do you want to do this?”

Nita gave a casual tug on silent, grinning Dwayne’s cock as she replied.  It began to dawn on Amy that there was something rehearsed about her classmates’ behavior.  Nita seemed too sure in her role and Dwayne was completely unconcerned about being vended to strangers.

“If you two don’t have any problem with a little girl-on-girl action on the side, I think we can work something out.”  She looked past the two volunteers at the local boys.  “You guys want to do my friends?”  She got a “yeah, sure,” a shrug and a nod respectively from the targets of her address.  Then she smiled at the reluctant Asian girl.  “You and Hector are left over.  Wanna do him?” Nita nodded toward the Farleigh boy.  The girl agreed promptly as though she were expecting the question. “Sounds like we’re all set.”

Nita led the group to a spot on the lawn.  At her prodding the local boys stepped up to Amy and her friends.  The possessive guy gave one glance at his erstwhile girlfriend who had peeled of her top and was kneeling on the grass facing Dwayne and then came directly to Amy. 

“Hi,” he offered.  It sounded more like a challenge.  It was apparent to her that she’d have to come up with a strategy for getting a good fuck from a pissed-off guy.

She stepped closer to him, took his cock and put on her most disarming smile.

“Hi.  I’m Amy.  Want to fuck me?”

Her cheerful directness caused him to blink and hesitate before he answered.

“Sure.”  Seemingly as an after thought, he added, “I’m Mitch.”

She let her smile broaden as she nodded in acknowledgement of his introduction.

“Nice to meet you, Mitch.”  She extended her other hand to let her finger tips lightly stroke his waist just below his vest.  “You can feel me if you want.”

Mitch seemed to relax a bit as he reached for her pussy.  His other hand found a perch on her hip in a hopeful sign of engagement.  He glanced down only briefly then found her face again.

They felt each other silently for a while.  She was conscious of his finger provoking production of her vaginal lubricant.  He had a reaasonable touch.  His cock was fully rigid – another hopeful sign.  Encouraged, Amy let her fingers intrude under his vest.  He didn’t seem to take note of her furtive invasion. 

Her eyes had drifted half closed and she was swaying under the influence of the sexual stimulation when she murmured a suggestion that they get comfortable.  He let go of her entirely as they went to the ground.  His hands instead went to his vest which he opened completely.  On her knees and still holding his cock, she availed herself of the new access.  His ribs were quite prominent.

His finger found its way back inside her.  His look was very intent as he leaned toward her supporting himself on one planted hand.  She took the hint and lay back.  Since his rigid cock was still in her grasp, he followed her to the ground.  The anticipation of being fucked was exciting her.

Her eyes held his as she guided him into her.  His finger retreated as his cock head touched down.  As soon as she had him positioned, he pushed.  She let go, raised her legs and grabbed his rib cage.  He took charge, stroking his way into her as she gasped with each thrust.

He wriggled his hips to test the completeness of his penetration.  She performed her own test by clenching her vaginal muscles.  Satisfied, she waited for him to start the fuck.  Her new partner set about his task promptly.  He watched her face as he began to stroke.  She registered her approval by prodding his buttocks with her shod feet.

Her cunt muscles began their now-accustomed routine.  Her penetrator gave no sign of noticing as he picked up his rhythm.  He was no longer watching her.  It was clear that he was intent on his own mission.  Doing her best to be interactive, Amy adjusted her legs and shifted her grip on his torso.  She apparently did something right because her arousal rose sharply. 

Her orgasm, however, was not to be.  Almost as soon as she began to enjoy the feeling of imminent fulfillment, the male made his terminal plunge.  Startled, she instinctively pulled him to her as he thrashed and bucked.  As the violence of his climax subsided, she set her cunt muscles to work milking his cock.  Her sex organ reported that he was indeed spent and softening quickly.

“What was that?” he gasped when he could.  His dazed face hovered over hers.

Momentarily confused and trying to get over her disappointment, she asked him what he meant.  He waited for his breath to cycle again before he replied.

“Whatever your cunt was doing made me shoot like it was my first time.”  He hesitated then added defensively, “I usually last a lot longer.”

Amy’s disappointment fell away.  The poor guy was a victim of her superior cunt prowess.  However, her sympathy for his bruised ego was limited by her pride at her achievement.  Careful to hide her self-satisfaction, she explained her new-found facility with her vagina.  His face registered interest, then thoughtfulness.  He was wary when he framed his next question.

“Do all the girls up there do that?”

Suppressing her smile, she assured him that it was not generally the case.  He seemed reassured.

“Good.  I got a rep for being able to hold out.  I’m a lady-pleaser.  But the girls I fuck have pretty slack cunts.  The kind of thing you did probably isn’t on their screen.”  He paused again and then smiled.  “If they did, I’d be in trouble.”

She finally allowed herself that smile.

“So this has to be our secret?”

He laughed.

“Yeah, please.”

He didn’t move to close his vest once they’d separated and sat up.  He eyed her necklace. 

“You’re just a freshman, aren’t you?”

She affirmed the correctness of his deduction and volunteered her age.  He was impressed.

“I’m seventeen and I’ve been fucking for years.  I’d say you’ve got to be one of the best I’ve had – at least for girls my age.”

“Have you fucked older women?”

He made a dismissive gesture that seemed to indicate “of course.”

“I’ve done a few,” he added laconically.

She deduced that he was receptive to further probing.

“Anyone interesting?”

His pleasure was ill-concealed as he tendered his response.

“My 9^th grade English teacher.  Of course, I was in 10^th grade at the time.  I happened to run into her here and after we talked for a while she took me home and let me run my cock into her.”

Amy was aware that this was a very chancy behavior on the part of a public school teacher so she inclined her head in respectful acknowledgement of her companion’s conquest.  However, she did not comment, but waited for further disclosures.  Mitch did not fail her.

“Then there’s my girl’s mother.”  He jerked his thumb over his shoulder where his former companion was on all fours moaning as Dwayne stroked his purple spear into her cunt. 

“I stopped by Sonya’s house one day to wait for her ‘cause we were going to do something.  Her mom was there doing some housework.  She was naked and she looked pretty good.  We were talking and I was getting hard.  She noticed and asked if I wanted her to toot me off.  I said ‘sure’ so she got down to business.  But after she sucked for a while she said she had a better idea.  She got down on all fours and I fucked her from behind.  After I came, I looked up and there was Sonya standing there watching us.  She acted like it was no big deal, but I knew better.  I think part of the reason she wanted to get nailed by your friend is to show me.”  He shrugged and sprouted a wan smile.  “We probably aren’t long for couple-hood.  We’ve been picking at each other more and more lately.”

Hector had finished fucking the Asian girl but was still lying coupled on top of her.   They were apparently engaged in post-coital conversation.  Dwayne and Nita continued to work over the other two girls.  Nita’s compact frame enabled her to slip under each of the girls in turn, licking their clits as her partner continued to ram them from behind.  The girls in turn moaned into the Hispanic girl’s crotch as they attempted to return her favors under the duress of Dwayne’s assault.

Mitch indicated his intention to join his male companions who had finished fucking George and Indu.  The latter pair seemed inclined to remain with the authors of their recent sexual gratification.  Amy took the opportunity to slip away on her own.

Amy drifted around the tree shaded paths noting the activity of others.  There was a young couple fucking in the lee of one small clump of growth.  They looked familiar.  As she affected casualness and drew closer she realized that it was Rashid on top of Saree.  The girl’s legs were raised on either side of the boy’s body as he pumped his cock in and out of her.  Saree’s scarf was detached and puddled around her head.  The beatific smile that wreathed her face as her wide-open eyes watched her partner left no doubt of her approval of the proceedings. 

Amy wondered whether this was their first fuck of the day or whether they were in the throes of a serial fuck.  She found out later when she spoke with Saree that this was indeed their first fuck.  It had been delayed by what had occurred shortly after their arrival.

As they had walked hand-in-hand through the pall, Rashid and Saree caught sight of another couple coming toward them.  The new arrivals were also hand-in-hand and naked.  Like the Farleigh couple, they were wearing only shoes and, in the case of the female, gold jewelry.  The male was quite tall while his companion was barely average height.  However, the attribute that arrested Rashid and Saree’s attention was that the woman wore a tight gray head scarf, entirely hiding her hair.  They were apparently Muslims.

As the couples approached each other, the man’s face bloomed into a smile.  His sharp eyes seemed almost as dark as his jet black hair.  He displayed a brace of large, perfect teeth.  Along with his heavy eyebrows, his overall appearance seemed compellingly fierce.

His pretty companion studied the freshmen openly, but forbore smiling.  Her well-shaped breasts barely bobbed as she made her way with compact steps.  Her smooth pussy and his very respectable cock contributed to their striking appearance.

The man was Ali and the woman was Alia.  They were young adults who had married barely a year ago.  Their new acquaintances recognized that the teens were Farleigh students and immediately inquired about their experiences.  Saree and her partner took turns describing the mission of the institution and what they had been about during the past few days.  As they spoke, Ali’s gaze openly swept over Saree’s body repeatedly.  Seeing this, Rashid allowed himself the license to appraise the other man’s female companion.  Alia avoided making eye contact but conducted her own inspection of the boy’s body.  She managed to carry out this lustful scrutiny while maintaining an overall impression of shy modesty. 

The combination of frank descriptions of sexual activity and physical appraisal began to charge the atmosphere with the expectation of sex.  The males’ organs distended and began to lift.  This wasn’t lost on Saree.  For her part, she was developing a serious desire for the man’s cock. 

The conversation paused, providing Rashid with an opportunity.  He looked from Alia to her husband.

“How do you feel about a little Outreach?”

Apparently the man was familiar with the term.  He returned his questioner’s gaze then looked at his wife.  Her return look was expectant.  He turned back to Saree and looked her body over one more time.  He was smiling slightly when he addressed everyone.

“Why not?”

Then he spoke to his mate.  Saree knew enough Arabic to understand that he said, “Submit to this man as though he were your husband.”  The woman’s reply was in kind: “As you wish.” She was reaching for Rashid’s cock as she spoke

Ali wasted no time allowing his hands and mouth to acquaint themselves with the Saree’s body.  She grasped his firm-going-on-rigid cock as he lowered his head to suck her nipples.  His hand against the small of her back held her in place as he explored her vagina with the other hand.  Steadying herself with a hand on his shoulder, she found his cock and stroked that protuberance into full hardness.

When he paused, his eyes reacquired hers.  He held her gaze as he backed to a seat.  As he sat, she followed him to her knees, still holding his cock.  Their eyes remained locked as she lowered her mouth to his member. 

She was actively sucking him and had gotten his head down her throat once when he stopped her.

“Come up here,” he gasped as he took her hand from his thigh.

She climbed up on the seat, straddling his legs on her knees.  Saree needed no prompting to position her cunt, guide his cock and lower herself onto him.  His cock was generously sized, but she had learned to cope with large male organs.  The feeling of exceptional fullness was curiously satisfying.

She sat still for a moment and leaned into her partner, placing her hands on his shoulders.  He took the hint and exchanged tongue thrusts with her.  When she sat back prior to beginning the fuck, he reached up and removed her head scarf.  Then he smiled teasingly.

“Fuck like an infidel slut,” he growled challengingly.

Saree repeated the Arabic phrase she had heard Alia use.

“As you wish.”

The recognition in his facial expression was gratifying.

With that she began to pump slowly on his cock.  She knew her new sexmate was a sophisticated lover, so she did her best to vary her movements to maximize the sensation.  Her efforts rewarded her as well.  The tantalizing tickle from her vaginal sensitive spots promised the ultimate pleasure.  Becoming more aroused and eager for a climax, she picked up her pace, small moans escaping from the back of her throat.

Her partner was losing focus as he writhed and thrust under her.  His hands were never still, sliding from her waist, over her back around to her swaying breasts and then repeating.  Finally his roving appendages came to rest on her hips.  There they assisted with his efforts to pull her down and penetrate her more deeply.

Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back when she came.  The bright surge of pain-pleasure coursed through her from its source deep within her vagina.  Her vocalization was muted, so it did not drown out his groan as he attempted to arrest her thrashing and pull her down on his spurting cock.

They strove against each other as their climaxes ran their simultaneous courses.  Recapturing her breath proved to be a prolonged process.  Her arms continued to support her from their perch on his shoulders as her head declined to be shrouded in a curtain of her own hair. 

His hands encased her head as he positioned her for some oral interaction.  Responding to his initiative, she sucked his tongue and offered her own.  They switched back and forth and it was becoming quite intense.  Other parts of her body responded.  Her cunt muscles worked his retreating cock repeatedly.  He was breathing hard when he pulled her face away from his. 

“How old did you say you are?” he gasped.

She giggled and repeated her age.  He shook his head in a dazed fashion.

“I just became a big Farleigh booster.  How can I make a contribution?”

Saree giggled some more. 

“I think you just did.”

He offered a few more witticisms until Alia appeared flanked by Rashid.  When the Farleigh girl turned to look at the new arrivals, their satisfaction was obvious.  The woman was still wearing her scarf as snuggly as ever but the just-fucked glow in her countenance was unmistakable.  She was holding Rashid’s hand.

“How did everything go here?” the new arrival asked merrily.

“I decided we shouldn’t start a family,” Ali replied with mock gravity.  “We should just adopt Farleigh kids.”

“I’m in favor of that,” his wife rejoined, raising her and Rashid’s clasped hand to the level of her breast and shooting the boy a pleased look.  “This guy here knows how to use his cock.  If there’s more where he came from, I’d like a very large family.”

As the jocularity persisted, Saree noted how Alia’s initial modest, obedient decorum had fallen away.  The latter suggested getting something to drink.  That proposal was adopted and the foursome was soon arrayed around a seating space with cold drinks in their hands, complements of Ali.

Rashid and Saree were prompted by their new acquaintances to share some of their pre-Farleigh sexual histories.  They complied to appreciative listening noises from the older couple.  Finally, Alia felt the need to contribute.

The child of a Muslim couple who had immigrated when they were toddlers, Alia had an ambiguous childhood.  By her parents’ desire she wore clothes in public in her early school years.  As time went on, she felt increasingly odd since most children in the lower grades eschewed textiles.  After persistent nagging and testing the borders of her parents’ requirements, they relented.  She turned heads when she showed up for school in the nude for the first time.

Once that limit was breached, her parents’ objections to her mainstream behavior became progressively more muted.  She was barely 13 when one of her classmates took her virginity during a mixed sleep-over.  When she arrived home, she boldly announced her new status to her mother who paused for a breath before congratulating her.  When informed later, her father wisely took his cue from his mate and expressed muted approval.

Alia had a variety of boy friends and a typical amount of sex throughout her teenaged and college years.  In her last year of college, she lived with a boy in a semi-exclusive arrangement.  However, as she matured she experienced a reawakening of her interest in the traditions of her ethnicity and religion.  Her partner was a Tibetan Buddhist – hardly a suitable life partner given her blossoming sense of belonging.  She and her lover agreed to go their separate ways after graduation.

When her parents became aware of her change of heart, they cautiously suggested an arranged marriage.  In the throes of her self-rediscovery, Alia agreed to give it a try. 

“When they told me that they had someone they wanted me to meet, I was frightened.  I guess it was a combination of knowing what a dissolute, unworthy life I’d led and the prospect of meeting a boy who might not like me.  Turns out” – she squeezed her husband’s hand and shot him an affectionate smile – “I had nothing to worry about.

“The whole meeting was quite formal.  I wore full hijab and behaved just the way my mother instructed me to.  But I was overwhelmed when I saw Ali.  He was tall and gorgeous and he looked at me like he’d never seen a woman before.  I thought he would stare a hole in me.  I was a little intimidated by him.

“When the formal part of the meeting was over, Ali asked if he could meet with me alone.  Both sets of parents were hesitant, but were secular enough to let it slide.  When we were alone, Ali asked me straight out ‘Do you want to do this?’ 

“‘Do what?’ I asked.  ‘Get married?’

“‘Marry me. Do you think you want to marry me?’

“I didn’t know what to say.  I’d met him less than an hour ago.  While I was standing there with nothing coming out of my mouth, he added ‘Because I want to marry you.’

“That was it.  It was like my heart just broke open.  Right then I knew I wanted to marry him and I told him so.  He seemed pleased.  I thought we would just rush into each others’ arms, but he stood back. 

“’I’ve fucked a lot of women,’ he said.  ‘I like fucking women – lots of different women.’

“I wasn’t sure where he was going with this but I said I’d been fucked by a lot of guys and I’d liked it.  I figured this was a pre-nuptial confession before we renounced all others.  I was pretty ambivalent about that because I had just started grad school and I’d met a boy that I was attracted to and we had already dated and fucked once.  But then Ali said he wanted to keep fucking other women and he was okay with me continuing to have sex with other guys.

“’You mean until we get married?’ I asked.

“’No.  I mean before and after we’re married.’

“I really didn’t know what to think.  I was on overload.  I could fuck as much as I wanted, but so could he.  How was that commitment?  How did that square with this traditional Islamic setting?  I asked him that.

“He said, ‘As far as I’m concerned, we make our own rules that suit us.  We practice the traditions that we like and we go our own way to do what appeals to us.’

“I have to admit that was appealing, but I wasn’t sure.  ‘How can we have it both ways?’ I asked him.  He just said, ‘Who’s to stop us?’  I had to admit.  The problem was within ourselves, not because anyone was going to intervene.  This is a free country.  No morality police with clubs and whips.  I made up my mind.

“’Okay. We make our own rules,’ I said.  “Where do we start?’

“He just said, ‘Let’s get naked’ and started taking off his burnoose.  He wasn’t wearing anything under it, of course.  I didn’t have anything under my hijab, so we were both naked in no time.  I took my head scarf off last. 

“I expected him to come to me and we would fuck.  But he still stood back.  He looked me over thoroughly.  I had been naked and ogled by men before and it was no big deal.  Now it was.  I was very self-conscious, but it didn’t keep me from checking him out.  He had quite a crank on him, so I was reassured.

“’So, will I do?’ he asked.  I told him he would.  He told me I looked delicious and that once we were married he wanted me naked 24/7.  I was flattered and told him I was cool with that.  Then he said he wanted to fuck me – actually, his cock was getting up there – but not until we were married.  My emotions hit a wall.  I didn’t know whether to be thrilled or crushed.  How could he hold out like that if he really wanted me?

“He told me his fantasy: that we would fuck like bunnies between now and the wedding, just not each other.  ‘The anticipation will be unbearable, but it will be worth it,’ he said.  Then he told me that he had a few plans for how we would spend the time until the wedding.  My head was in full spin, but he was sooo enthusiastic and sure that I had to go with it.  After all, I didn’t want to miss out on the ride.

“Anyway, we talked little more as we dressed, then we went back to our parents and made our announcement.  My mom almost jumped out of her skin, she so a pleased.  It occurred to me that she had more problems with my free-fucking lifestyle than I realized.  I guess she figured I was saved at last.

“So, things settled into that standard form of chaos that is called ‘wedding planning.’  In the meantime, I kept going to classes and Ali kept going to his job and we saw a lot of each other.  The typical evening was that he’d pick me up and bring me to meet my date.  Then he’d go off to his date.  After we’d done whatever and fucked, we’d do the whole thing in reverse.  Sometimes he’d take me to a couples’ party with his friends.  His friends would fuck me and Ali would fuck their girlfriends, but we didn’t touch each other except for holding hands and a good night kiss.  We were alone together sometimes and we’d feel each other up and eat each other out, but he never put his cock in me.  There were times when I was pretty frustrated.

“It was worth it, though.  The wedding night was pretty amazing.  We did everything and we did it until the sun came up.  I didn’t think it was possible for a girl whose cunt had as much experience as mine to be so sore, but it was.  We had to give it a break for a couple of days after that.  Ali was a trooper about it.  He made do with BJ’s, poor boy.”

When she concluded her narrative, Ali confided that he’s never heard her give the complete rendition of their personal history to anyone before.  Saree asked Alia if she was always naked.  The young woman nodded.

“I haven’t worn a stitch since we were married – except for the head scarf and that’s because Ali thinks I look sexy in it when I’m wearing nothing else.  The moms have a little problem with that, but I just assure them that I’m acceding to my husband’s wishes, like a good Islamic wife.  Ali backs that up and that’s the last word on it.”

In response to Rashid’s question, the couple admitted that they still fuck other partners.

“But we will have to take a break from that, too, for a while,” the woman asserted shyly.  She squeezed her husband’s hand.  “We’re going to get me pregnant soon.”

After their leave-taking, Rashid and Saree talked animatedly about their new acquaintances’ mode of living.  Both were approving.  Both were turned on.  When Amy observed them having sex in the grass, they were working off their arousal with a good old fashioned Farleigh standard fuck.

After observing her classmates enjoying each others’ bodies, Amy continued meandering as she sank into contemplation.  It had been an eventful week.  She examined herself and concluded that her experiences had affected her deeply.  If she went home, she would not view things with the same eyes.

Her mother was probably pregnant by now – or soon to be, depending on the timing of her ovulation.  Her friends – well, there was a problem.  It had been two days since they had attempted to communicate and Amy had not responded to that message.  She had no idea how she would relate to them if she met them this moment.

Then there was her father and brother.  The kind of love she shared with them was special and wonderful.  But would it be the same the next time their cocks penetrate her?  She’d been had by many men since then and they had also been exciting and wondrous in their own way.  What makes what she does with her father and brother different?  How will she maintain these “different” relationships in the matrix of all of the relationships she’ll be navigating?

Amy’s meditative mood broke abruptly.  She had caught sight of Marvin.  He was with Crystal.  They were apparently talking.  Crystal leaned against an arching roof support, holding Marvin’s growing cock.  One of Marvin’s hands was supporting him leaning against the same support over Crystal’s head.  His other hand was between her legs. 

Finally Marvin leaned forward and their tongues danced together.  As that occurred, Crystal forced Marvin’s erection down between her legs.  At the same time, she bested her high heels as she stood on tip toes.  Marvin bent at the knees to get under her, slipped his hands under her buttocks and lifted as he straightened.  Crystal directed his cock inside her as he let her settle down on him.

As Amy watched them fuck, Scott appeared at her elbow.  His gaze moved from Crystal and Marvin to her.  Feeling his eyes, she turned her head in his direction.

“What?” The question came out soft, almost a breath.

“You okay?”

She thought about it for a moment.  This same scene earlier in the week had given her some distress – okay, a lot of distress.  Now it seemed as though she was looking at a reenactment of some historical event.  She had the detachment that elapsed time provided.  Marvin had been a good roommate – and a good experience – but they both had to move on.  Abruptly, she decided she was okay with what she was watching.

Turning fully to face Scott, she mounted a smile.

“I almost had a very un-Farleigh moment,” she confided with a vague gesture not quite in the direction of the coupling pair.  “But it didn’t happen.”

Scott regarded her for a moment before he nodded and shared in her smile.  It was a very nice smile.  The thought she’d been pushing to the back of her mind for the past few days finally forced its way front and center.  She said it without thinking.

“Do you think we might be roommates when they post the new assignments?”

His smile faded and shook his head.

“I was wondering about that myself.  I finally decided they wouldn’t.”

“Why?”  Her disappointment showed in her voice, but she had already reached the same conclusion.

“We’re too much alike.  They’ll want to challenge us with … unlikes.”

She relaxed and gave a resigned smiled.

“You think they’re afraid we’ll run off together and form a completely monogamous relationship and just make babies?”

“Yeah, something like that.  We’re obviously potential throwbacks.”

“Then it’s a good thing that they keep us apart,” she observed with mock seriousness.

“Now that we have that figured out, what’s next?” He was grinning now.

An appealing idea formed in her head.  Stepping up to him, she looped her arms loosely behind his neck.  Her nipples lightly touched his chest.

“You know, it occurs to me that you haven’t fucked me yet.”

His splayed hands went to her waist and rested there.

“That’s true.  I’ve been saving you for a special occasion.”

“Like what?”  She was genuinely surprised by the frankness of his answer.   Had he deliberately avoided fucking her? 

His smile softened as they continued to gaze into each other’s eyes.

“Oh, like maybe a pleasant Saturday afternoon in the pall.”

“Will this Saturday afternoon do?”  She was in synch with his mood now.

“Yeah, I guess this one will do.”

Without another word she relinquished her neck hold as he came to her side with one arm around her waist.  She was about to mimic him, but thought the better of it.  Her inside hand passed in front of him and grasped his awakening cock.  She glanced up at him.

“Let’s find a spot and put this guy to work.”

Scott only smiled and nodded.  Life is so simple when you’re nude, she thought.

END