Start reflecting, but get surprised

You spend a few moments looking at the serene view of the lake, letting its beauty refresh you. You take a deep breath, putting the events of the past few days aside for the moment. With a smile you look around you, back up the slope towards the campus, where the stone façade of the main building peeks above the trees.

Your smile broadens as you consider the irony of the difference between the dignified look of the Pink Rose campus and the behaviour of some of its students. You doubt that the founders of the school had any idea that in their distant future the daughters of the rich and powerful would act like degenerate whores. Although perhaps they wouldn't have been surprised, you muse. Perhaps their own daughters had behaved with licentious abandon, lifting their crinolines for gardeners and rough handed young men from town.

Perhaps, you smile to yourself, having a brief image of yourself pounding your cock into a squealing young woman in Civil War era clothes as Brian gets his cock sucked by another. Shaking your head with a quiet chuckle, you start to walk down the forest path around the lake. You walk slowly, letting your mind drift, recharging your batteries as you stroll on the shadow dappled path.

You've walked halfway round the lake when you snap back to the present at the sound of human voices ahead of you. Assuming that it's other folks enjoying the morning, you continue strolling, idly curious about who it might be.

You've only gone a few more yards when the voices become clearer, and it is apparent that much more than a conversation is going on. You stop, listening as a grin slowly spreads over your face, creeping slowly closer to the source of the sounds.

"Yes! Yes! Stick it in me! Oh Fuck Yes! Oh Fuck I'm coming! Coming! Holy Shit! Holy Fucking Shit!" a girl's voice squeals happily, almost drowning the deep and guttural masculine grunting of a rutting man.