Freshmen Orientation

The sky was clear and crisp on the Azor campus that day, picture perfect for the visiting freshmen and their parents.  After they had concluded the initial meeting in the spacious campus auditorium the fathers and sons left for tours of the men’s residences and athletic fields while the mothers and daughters first visited the women’s residences then, according to their tastes either visited the athletic facilities or the campus club exhibits.

One group of three mothers and daughters, first brought together by seating arrangements in the auditorium and now casual friends enjoying the day and adventure, walked among the various tents and exhibits on the student commons.  It was here that the students first interacted with the numerous aliens that were also attending Azor, ‘mostly to eat’ was Beverly’s droll analysis.  Indeed most of the alien exhibits featured their particular ‘skills’, if so it could be called, in sensually devouring human females. 

Sen, the ideology of voluntarily and sexily becoming a meal for an alien in order to enjoy an eternity of sexual delight had just arrived and became legal in this system, as was the pattern on most worlds.  Thus it was that the women, while naturally dubious, were interested, after all as Zelena said, “with those aliens who can see into the afterlife assuring us this is how it works, and they’ve been right on everything else, why shouldn’t this be true?” The others politely nodded, it was true that the Syphians had been ‘tested’ by getting answers from the dead to a variety of things only the deceased could have known, though the women who were ‘Sen’t’ couldn’t be asked due to the extreme heights of ecstasy their eternal bliss sent them rendering them incapable of communicating anything but joyous shouts and moans, at least so the Syphians’ assured humanity.

“Look, Shakespeare?” Beverly motioned them away from the aliens promising their digestion would ‘last for hours of ecstasy’.

On approaching, several of them reluctantly leaving the erotic digestion aliens, they were greeted by a woman dressed and presumably wearing makeup to look like a witch from MacBeth.  “We aliens, but offer you chance earn a year’s tuition. Please come in.”

Confused but intrigued, even Beverly and her mom, modest in dress and far more cautious than their friends, entered.  The inside of the large tent was dominated by a large pot on their side, filled with a steaming green liquid.  The ‘witches’ explained that this was an opportunity to experience a ‘Sen’ding’ 

Before anyone thought to question why standing naked in five minutes was worth a year’s tuition, Zelena promptly volunteered her and her daughter.  Zelena, who was already dressed to reflect her robust sexual appetite, began to strip and step into the cauldron as her daughter, who was clearly attempting to emulate her mother’s example in wardrobe and attitude, followed suite.  As they entered the pot both let out moans of pleasure and delight.  “This feels so sensual, like liquid silk sheets….” Zelena giggled.

“Now come here and give your mom a hug,” and to the shock and titillation of the onlookers Zelena and her daughter began to engage in passionate kissing before Zelena simply knelt in the pot as her daughter embraced her mom’s thrusting hips with her bare legs.  In the midst of this tryst a witch leaned over and whispered to them, both gave a thumbs up and as she continued to whisper they raised their thumbs yet again.  Then the witch grinned triumphantly to the other witch who raised her hands while muttering.

In an instant the two women disappeared into the now furiously bubbling liquid, sucked straight down as if the pot swallowing them whole and in an instant.  “Now two years’ tuition,” one witch remarked as she began to fish in the liquid with a net.

“Two years mama, and you don’t have to say ‘yes’ when they ask if we want to be Sen’t, you know that those two were already planning to go before too long anyway, we’ll be fine and I do want to try it….” Mary, who had openly pleasured herself while watching Zelena and her daughter, was already stripping as the witch was lifting another dripping skull from the first pot.

 

Her mother reluctantly followed, her face clouded with concern as she watched the skulls and bones being removed.  “We bring fresh pot,” a witch assured them as they removed the first pot. As the two women entered the pot Mary giggled with delight and joy, “if Sen is like this, no wonder people volunteer…” Her mother’s expression changed from alarm to a look of surprised pleasure as she too stood in the pot.

“Yes, if feels good to walk in this,” her mother noted as she moved about in the crowded pot, coming into contact with Mary in a few moments. It started as an embrace and moved to a full passionate kiss as they each sought to grind their now wet slit against the other’s bare thigh. 

“Naughty things?” her mother spoke in an unusually husky voice, “you mean like the time I saw you massaging your own breast for an hour?”

“Mother!” Beverly gasped as her mom knelt and took her breast into her mouth with a smile.

“This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?” and here Beverly could only giggle in delight at the feel as her mother drew her in between her swollen breasts and thrust her body against Beverly’s leg and hip.

 

Rubbing against her mom in response Beverly paused, “This could be our grave, if we’re not careful in just a few minutes they could be fishing our bones out of here Mother, we need to stop…”

“Turn around and bend over, if you’re going to sass me,” her mother began with mock severity, “you’re not too big for a good licking,” and then as Beverly bend over her mom did indeed begin to give her a good licking.

As they squirmed and squealed in delighted and uninhibited abandon the witch leaned in “fun having?”

A gleeful thumbs up.

“Want go on forever?’

The thumbs waved up.

The moaning and delighted giggles were cut off as the two were sucked down in an instant.  The witch smiled, no tuition again today.  As she fished out there bones and collected their clothes the other witch added the pot to the other two, each bubbling cauldron adorned with photos of its contents before cooking.  Outside the back of the tent, fronting the alien orientation section, several freshmen (or freshaliens) lined up to pay for a bowl of “Student Stew” from one of the vats as the first witch carefully placed the bones and clothes of the two most recent volunteers into boxes for return to their families.  While the university was out their tuition, the proceeds from the film rights to the “Mother Daughter Sen Videos” provided more than adequate compensation for their loss.