Orientation

As the dormroom threesome headed towards the orientation commencements area, Kent took a moment to marvel at the Joan Woodin Center they passed along the way. The wide and curvy concrete glass and steel structure was one of the many modern sexthletic facilities on site and was also a state of the art sexa arena that could seat up to 5,500 spectators. Named after one of the all time greatest sexa coaches of the academy, Kent could almost hear the raucous crowd he imagined facing one day as a player on one of colleague sexa’s most historic stages.

He was pulled out his daydream by the sight of the field situated just next to the JWC. It was almost like a rectangular bowl with a soft slope down the to the flat field. There were alternating rows of seats and benches setup on the grass for the incoming students to sit… or otherwise utilise. For the most part people were sitting down, Kent sensing a nervousness in the air which was dampening what would otherwise be… well Kent was trying to think of a word other than orgy but there wasn’t one. With so many young and fit student bodies around he was very surprised by how little sex was going on right now.

The majority of the crowd were just seated in their seats, chatting casually to each other or staring down at their phones as they waited. Less than thirty percent in attendance were engaged in any sexual activity. He also saw that some were wearing bright red arm bands with a stylized CFA emblem embossed into it, and saw that the empty spots on the benches had these armbands placed there. A little “Welcome to the Academy” gift.

“I think there’s still room at the front for you guys,” Sasha said, craning her neck for a better view.

“Yeah, looks more fun too,” Shawn added grinning. Kent would have to agree. The further back from the podium the seats were, the more the students were keeping to themselves. As they walked towards the front, the less nervous ones were in various states of undress and interaction.

Firstly were the ones who were simply touching themselves, sitting in their chairs slowly jerking their own cocks or playing with their pussies, enjoying the show in the rows in front of them. The next couple of rows had groups of two or three students helping each other out, Kent locking eyes with one particular ponytailed girl with light brown hair. She was stroking the cocks of the two guys seated on either side of her, both tall lanky fellows, one with a long freckled nose and red hair, the other of asian descent with tall spiky hair. The girl smiled and winked, Kent returning a grin, but he kept following his roommate and roommate’s sister to get closer to the front.

The first three rows were where the action was, with various seated patrons happily enjoying the oral ministrations of one or multiple partners kneeling on the grass between their knees. Kent was happy to see all the different shapes, sizes and skin tones of his fellow first years, more diversity present here than he had seen back at regionals. There were so many types of players he had never come across before, he couldn’t wait to come on or in them.

The front row had actual fucking, but currently the activity was being exclusively done in pairs which was a pretty rare sight from Kent’s previous experiences in a crowd of young sexa players. He continue to chalk it up to possible nerves, and fell back into an analytical frame of mind as he observed those fellow students who were relaxed enough on this orientation day to get naked and fuck. These were those who probably didn’t mind giving everyone a show, confident in their skills and sexual prowess. And a show they were indeed giving the other students who were in their seats masturbating to it.

Closest to him on the right side of the seating arrangements were a pair of students furiously challenging each other in a basic missionary position, both buck naked but each still wearing their red arm bands. A lithe girl with a bubblebutt and a very closely shaved head was laying on the grass thrusting her hips up powerfully at the broad shouldered guy doing his best to hammer down into her receptive cunt. His hair was long and black in contrast to his opponent’s short blonde shear, and it was damp with sweat and drooping over his face and shoulders. Kent could tell that this battle of attrition was one the male was losing, the muscular arms he had planted on either side of the blonde’s head shaking a little as the mounting pleasure started to weaken his form.

Near them and actually seated on the front row bench (which appeared to be a shiny polished wood), were a couple engaged in a softer embrace. The male sexa player was even wider shouldered than the first, a tall block of a man, seven foot at least, with pale, almost ashen skin. The vascularity of him stood out, especially on his forearms and his legs, which were straddled on either side of the bench. In his partially spread lap sat his antithesis, a diminutive pixie of a girl who was riding him tenderly. She swiped the multicoloured fringe from her face, a soft smile on her bubblegum pink lips. Her olive skin looked so smooth and shiny, lightly speckled with sweat as she fucked herself on her opponent’s thick rod. Kent wasn’t sure if opponent was the right word there, maybe partner? They seemed to just be enjoying each other’s company moreso than fucking competitively. Or perhaps that was just their technique.

Competitive fucking was definitely happening at the other side of the benches. There was a woman low on her hands and knees, and she had to go low because she was an amazon of a woman, probably seven feet tall at least, and a much shorter, very lean guy was ploughing her doggy style. The tanned dude was probably barely 5’5, but his hips moved in a blur as he hammered away at his opponent. The girl, athletic and muscular in the most pleasing way, was gripping clumps of grass to keep her balance and was giving back as good as she was getting. Even from this distance Kent could hear the little guy’s vocal name calling of the woman he made look like a giant.

“Take it slut! Take it! You love it slut! You love it!” he was almost out of breath with his growling and fucking, and the slut in question was moaning wordlessly in return. It was hard to tell who was winning that one.

“Hey there’s Gail and Radley,” said Sasha, and Kent realised she was referring to the Amazon and the little tanned guy fucking loudly.

“You know them?” Kent asked, amazed and unable to take his eyes off the couple. Radley was really giving it to Gail and he concluded on closer inspection she was actually barely hanging on at this point judging by the tenseness of her entire body.

“Oh we met them at the quad earlier,” explained Sasha, also enjoying the show. “They went to school together. And they’re together.” There was a roar, obscene and musical, as Gail orgasmed. It was like every muscle and tendon was about to burst on the woman’s body and Kent was mesmerised. She had to bury her face in the grass to muffle herself but Radley wasn’t letting up, still smashing her and rocking that roiling bliss through his girl’s convulsing olympian body. He ground her into the ground, the amazon practically melting into wimpers until she started swinging her mighty forearm, but they were limp flaps against Radley’s chest just to signal him.

“S-stop...s-stopstopstop..Rad..oh..it’s too much...Rad..” she mewled, and the motor finally ceased. He grinned, wiped the sweat of his brow as he looked up. He spotted Sasha and Shawn and gave a sort of salute of acknowledgement before two big arms came up and pulled him to the ground.

Gail hugged him tenderly and he was already kissing her, cooing in her ear, stroking her side, her arm, her face, running his fingers through her hair. They were a writhing, sensual, pleasant pile on the ground and Kent was fascinated by this frankly heartwarming display. Radley’s aftercare was something he had rarely ever seen in this kind of scene.

“Alright sit down,” Sasha urged Kent and Shawn. “It’s about to start.” They were distractedly ushered over to a bench in the front row and the roommates sat down. Looking over to the empty podium, Kent was confused as to what Sasha meant. Nobody was there to start anything.

He looked behind him and just saw the sea of strangers that were going to be his classmates and wondered where any of the faculty were. All he could see were first year students.

There came a series of taps on the mic and the echo thrummed out to beyond the grassy field. Heads turned away from what and/or who they were doing to pay attention. People moved to be seated if they weren’t already, though a few elected to remain on the grass and if they were fucking just switched to positions that had both parties facing the podium. Kent turned and saw, to his surprise, an explosion of hair step center stage.

“Welcome freshmeat!” Sasha greeted the group smilingly, pearly whites gleaming in the sun. “I hope you’re ready for some hard fucking coz Cali Fornication Academy is going to fuck the shit out of you!”

The introduction was abrupt but the freshmen were quick to catch to it, a chorus of cheers already starting at Sasha’s odd, encouraging threat.

“Wait your sister isn’t a freshman?” Kent asked his roommate who was just chuckling at his sister’s stage presence.

“Hm? What? Oh nah dude. She’s a senior,” Shawn said, not looking at kent. “I thought we told you. Anyway, she’s Student Body President.”

“She’s what?” Kent gawped, almost getting to his feet at the revelation then turning his saucer wide eyes to the confident woman standing at the podium. She was a bright ray of sunlight in this already bright field and everyone was paying full attention to her, not only because she was hot but there was just something about her way.

The realisation that he had just been fucking a senior of the Academy, let alone the freaking President of the Student Body, made Kent reevaluate the entire last hour of his life. He recalled the skill of her taking on both him and her brother… he finally came to the conclusion that she had been going easy on him.

“Now my name is Sasha Parker, Student Body President,” she informed everyone, the voice of God. “And this is your orientation day. Some of you are going to like it here. Others… you’re going fucking love it,” she went on, and she winked at Kent on that last sentence. “Some of you might not make though, but hey either way you’re gonna be fucked.”

There was a murmur of laughter that wound around the crowd but feelings were still generally very positive.

“Here are the important things that you should know from this orientation,” she went on, sounding a little more serious now but still sporting that big welcoming smile. “Number one, put on your red armband if you haven’t already.” She raised her arm to reveal her own red armband on her wrist which she must have picked up from behind the podium to put on. “These things are free. As in you paid a buttload in tuition so when the Academy offers you something they’re not asking you to pay for, make sure you take it. Coz ya already paid for it.” There were some chuckles and Kent saw a few more students put on the bands. Sasha raised her eyebrows at her brother and his roommate who proceeded to do the same and wore theirs on opposite arms. Shawn left, Kent right.

“Number two, if you haven’t already found your dorm, do that first. Right after this is over. Sort that out. Important. You need a place to sleep even if your plan is to sleep around. Number three, sign ups for the different clubs and societies, I’m also president of the Math Club by the way, last for two weeks. I suggest you pick at least two extracurricular activities to partake in, preferably ones that meet on different days, so that you can take a break from all the fucking once in a while, okay?” She winked at Kent again and mouthed ‘math club’ silently to him, making the freshman smile.

“And forthly, and finally, we don’t really do hazing rituals here at your frats or sororities what have you,” she explained, dramatically rolling her eyes to some playalong ‘awws’ from the crowd. “But what we do do here at the Academy, like I said earlier, is fuck the shit out you. So get those jaws loosened up, cocks hard, pussies wet and asses lubed coz that starts! Right! Now!”

To this odd battle cry the gathered freshmen cheered, some standing and high fiving. The activity was so uproarious it was sending vibrations up Kent’s legs. He could feel vibrations with his feet actually. But that seemed a little disproportionate to what was happening around him. And there was a strange sound to the clapping from the crowd he heard. He looked around, a little unsure, saw a rather devilish grin on Sasha’s face, then noticed it. There were people standing all around the edge of the field, forming a loose perimeter of sorts. It was hard to see who they were but they looked like they could be faculty from the way they were dressed. It was like they had appeared out of nowhere. Kent looked behind him, and saw, finally, running down towards the field, a stampede of naked people. He stood, now hearing it clearly, the rumbling feet, as a mass of what he realised were other athletes storming the field. They were other students, male and female, probably sophomores and seniors. The freshmen were outnumbered two to one at least.

Other new students were noticing now too and the cheering died down. As they got closer he could see how big everyone in the stampede looked. And not physically. The variety of attractive bodies varied greatly in height and aesthetically pleasing shapes, but there were also definitely more muscular people than not in the oncoming crush of athletes. They all looked big, like they could fuck big time. It was the looks in their eyes, the lust and the hunger. Kent could feel the intense wave of sexual energy rushing down towards them.

Looking over to his roommate he saw Shawn rolling his shoulders and doing little limbering hops. The bold black first year stepped up onto the bench, cupped his hands to form a makeshift megaphone and called to his fellow classmates.

“Freshmen! Let’s show these fuckers what we can do!”