Oriel, part 11 by Joe Rathbun OFF TO AIRLINE PILOT COLLEGE WITH ORIEL The time was fast approaching for Oriel to go to Melbourne, Florida to begin studies at Florida Tech. She dreaded leaving her warm home for a cold environment of strangers again, but at least this time, she would be going into something a little more civil for a Lady than that night-club dancing. And she dreaded Florida's climate. Already, in the last week of August, south-west Colorado was beginning to cool a bit. Especially at night. But last report she heard from Florida: Ninety Five degrees at 80 percent humidity... UGH! It was a bit extravagant, but after Judy and Alex both begging for it and offering to pay for it, Oriel would FLY to Florida, rather than take a much more economical bus as originally planned. The bus would take quite a few days to reach Florida. That would be time that Oriel would have to sit, missing her home. Also, by air, she could stay a few days longer, right up to the last minute. That way, a few-hours ride on a jet, and then it's to Florida Tech. That would keep her busy, preventing her mind from dwelling excessively on the pains of missing home-folks. Plus, Alex pointed out, to fly by jet to where you, yourself, are going to learn to BE an AIRLINE JET PILOT, somehow seems appropriate. Since it would be less expensive to take Oriel to Denver-Stapleton Airport rather than fly the commuter from Walsenburg to Denver, the flight was planned for Denver to Melbourne Florida. Alex would take Oriel to the airport by car. After discovering how expensive it would be to take her bicycle on the flight, and due to her bicycle's age, Oriel decided to buy a new bicycle in Melbourne. Oriel could not stand the confines of a car. Besides, indeed, at 6-foot-6, most cars except for the very biggest, such as a Lincoln Town Car, were a very tight squeeze for her to get into. Oriel indeed had to squeeze, nearly having to use a crow-bar, into Alex's Chevy Cavalier. She sat in the front where there would be more room for Oriel's huge legs. Even with the seat all the way back, Oriel sat uncomfortably with her knees way higher than her seat. With her thighs so angled upward, her white-lace micro-skirt slid way down her legs, revealing her bare vagina. Then Judy Strong-Girl, of slightly over six feet, had to squeeze in the back. She sat on the left, behind Alex, whose seat was NOT all the way back. But the back seat was even lower than the front and even less space. Judy's knees too were much higher than her seat. She too wore a white-lace micro-skirt, just like daughter. And her sex-organ was just as easily observable. To all this add two lively Children accustomed to playing wildly in the great expanse of the desert wilderness, and you have one CROWDED car for the ride to Denver! Judy Strong-Girl ceased wearing "White woman's clothes" long ago, but seeing her daughter dressed in her daring white-lace micro, Judy too decided to follow suit. Ordering from a Fredericks Of Hollywood catalog, Judy was soon similarly equipped with such clothes. Three reasons Judy gave as answer to Alex's question as to why: First, to defy the White society's hypocritical attitudes toward clothes. Second, to diffuse the certain attention Oriel would be getting at the airport due to her size and skimpy dress. And three, simply because the clothes were sexy on Judy. She knew Alex enjoyed seeing her in them. Her dark reddish brown skin contrasted deeply with the stark white, scant clothes. Alex loved Judy's new dress style, he just wondered why the sudden change, that's all. While climbing 10,000 foot Wolf Creek Pass on the way to Walsenburg where they would then take I-25 to Denver, the car's engine was under an obvious strain. After all, there was Oriel at 240-plus muscular pounds, Judy at 180 athletic pounds, and Alex's light 165 pounds for a six-foot man, two Children, two big heavy suitcases and two smaller carry-on-sized bags. Plus automobile engines loose power at 10,000 feet. Although the car-trip to Denver was interesting in places, the situation at Denver-Stapleton Airport was NOT a pleasant outing, emotionally. To see her beloved Soo Yan-O, teary eyes and all and looking back often with eyes held a foot over everybody else, disappear down that entrance ramp from terminal to awaiting jet-plane just about ripped loose Judy's heart. When Soo Yan-O could no longer be seen, Judy turned and let loose into Alex's shoulder with quite audible sobbing. Alex's emotions were mixed; sad to the point of teary eyes, but embarrassed, too. People were looking at them like they were a side-show or something. With two big, dark complexioned Amazon women both dressed in white-lace micro- skirts flanking both his sides, Alex certainly was not going to have any privacy. Two wild Children accustomed to unrestricted play in the desert wilderness did not help either. On strong limber legs they zipped, way ahead then back again, emitting much in the way of noise. Alex himself was a character. With long, wavy, sandy-blond hair draped about his shoulders, golden-tan skinned and his lithe, hard body barely clothed in worn out extra brief denim shorts, he was worth a look himself. Many heads turned toward the three in that bustling, large airport. Perhaps it WAS an entertaining diversion to many, especially men. Waiting countless minutes even hours in an airport can be boring. Several men's heads, young ones, middle aged ones, and grizzled old ones turned whenever either Judy OR Oriel stood up. All were hoping for that fleeting glimpse of a bare instrument of sex, as underwear-less crotches, recessed up a mere one to two inches from lower skirt-edge, rose WAY up off the floor, especially Oriel's. Although unintentional, Oriel was especially accommodating. Judy was just a little self-conscious about her attire, and WAS careful about keeping her legs "together". But Oriel, long accustomed to such attire and used to men gawking at her, made no effort at all. Depending on what she was doing, even just standing in line, her big long legs were often spread, at least a little. This plus her crotch soaring above the heads of the seated, offered those guys just what they were looking for! Oriel unintentionally provided live sex entertainment when seated as well. Being so big, just like in the car, the seat was lower than her knees angling her thighs upward. That plus micro-skirt ever creeping up, and Oriel, sitting quite casually a little slouched and legs resting "open", resulted in a sight that many guys wanted to see. It was not all that easy for them though. Oriel and company sat in a row of seats facing the big glass windows so Oriel could view the big jets maneuvering on tarmac; big jets she would herself one day be piloting. If a man wanted a look, he had to pretend to have reason to walk past in front of them, or stand near the glass, hoping to get a reflection. Some guys were obvious; they simply walked up near, had a good look, then left with smoke billowing forth from their ears and tongue hanging out! Oriel noticed only a little and with no reaction; she is accustomed to being a show where ever she goes and to men looking at her. So it was among all these gawking men and some curious women that Alex, Judy and Children had to bid tear-crossed farewells to a very large part of their lives. But Judy and Alex were proud as well. Oriel had beaten terrible odds against her and won, coming through gloriously. Now she was headed for college, for a Bachelor of Arts degree in the field of Flight Management, and Professional Pilot's career. As she walked down the gang-way to the jet, her magnificent body soared over all others. Proportioned and sized like a comic-book heroine, Soo Yan-O, Oriel, was like an exotic tropical flower growing amidst a field of dry brown wheat. Crying all the way back to their car, Judy refused to sit in the right front seat where Soo Yan-O had been, even though it would have been more comfortable. She kept the Children out of it too. "I defy the fact she is gone!" she said. It was the first time on an Airlines Jet for Oriel, although several pilot boy-friends in the past had taken her with them up on anything from hang-gliders to two-engine prop-planes. As a passenger, she experienced the heart-stopping speed of a jet, careening down the runway for take off. Oriel was surprised at how hard she was pushed back into her seat by the thrust of those roaring three engines. Quickly attaining altitudes far higher than even that two engine prop mentioned before, they were soon way up over east Colorado's pan-cake-flat land of endless farm-land and countless circular patterns, tell-tale signs of central pivot irrigation. The excitement of take off blew away her home-sickness, but as flight altitude was reached and the level of action slowed to a crawl, it all came back again. In addition to the sadness, another thing bugged her. All during the time at home, Oriel had not enough sex partners. Most Ute Indian men seemed to fear or just avoid her. Only a few had sex, every once in a while, with the Amazon. But it was WAY too little and too far between for Oriel's ravenous genital. She had to masturbate often. But most disturbing of all, she lusted after Alex. Hungry for sex anyway, Alex's lean, tight body aroused her. She ached to feel him up. Always dressed in brief, thread-bare denim shorts, there was a lot of that lean, golden-tanned Alex to look at. And look at it she did. Whenever she had the chance, Oriel's eyes were tracing outlines of Alex's slender form. She was very careful never to let Alex or Mother Judy notice. Only the fact that Alex WAS her Mother's man stopped her from coming forth to Alex with offerings of sex. Desperate to find a way to have him sexually, Oriel managed to wiggle out of the issue of immorality of sex with Father. After all, Alex was NOT her Father. She knew that way from the beginning. Just that as a little girl, she "drafted" Alex into "Father-duty". With her real Father lost somewhere in the masses of humanity of a far away land known as Korea, she had nobody to call Father until Alex came into her life. "So", Oriel concluded, "Alex is not my Father, and is not even a blood relative. He's a sexy guy I'd like to have gushing away inside me while my hands tour every inch of his luscious hard, skinny body. Mmmm! But, he is my Mother's man. THAT one, I can find no way to squirm out of!" So Oriel had to be contented with masturbating furiously while she imagined Alex under her, helpless in her sexual assault! "Oh well," Oriel thought as she stared out the jet's window into an infinity of blue, "Distance, college... and guys... will chase those desires away." Indeed, in her very carry on baggage, NOT her checked in baggage which sat inaccessible in the jet's cargo hold, were several boxes of condoms, not just for college, but maybe here... Big brown eyes scanned about... Oriel's carnal thoughts; "Ah, there's a likely candidate! A nice hunk and one of those that were craning his neck for a glimpse under my skirt earlier! The seat beside him is empty... let's see if he'll be willing to put more under my skirt other than just eyes! Just what the Doctor ordered to chase my home-sickness away!" Imagine his exciting surprise when that big, dark Amazon in white-lace micro-skirt sat beside him with lusting smile! Looks like one of the jet's bathroom doors is going to have the "occupied" sign in place for quite a while..... ORIEL ADJUSTS TO COLLEGE LIFE FAIR TO GOOD GRADES EXCELENT PERFORMANCE STRAIGHT INTO AN AIRLINE PILOT'S JOB Upon arrival to the Melbourne Airport, Oriel picked up a map of Melbourne and simply set out walking, out in Melbourne's streets, for Florida Tech. Indeed, she found Florida's climate distressing. She was soon sweating. But that added a finishing touch to her huge, muscle-woman body. With her reddish tan skin glistening with sweat, she was an eye catcher to any man, and many women. Her hips had a natural slow, swaying wiggle as she walked. She was DESIGNED to be wildly sexy! Indeed, as that fellow told her a while back, she encountered many bikini-clad women, especially as she approached the beach areas. However, in Oriel's mind, she would NOT want to wear a bikini, thong or other type. With her sweating so, she imagined a sweat-soaked bikini would chafe and raise rashes on her skin. The "anal-floss" of a thong bikini, which on her is always invisible, deep within the buns of her very curvaceous butt, would irritate her anal area and crotch. She much preferred the micro-skirt with its ventilating lace design and no underwear. With absolutely nothing on it, her vaginal, crotch and anal areas were as cool and dry as this sultry climate would allow, at least a LOT more than if wearing a bikini. However, as comfortable and fitting to Florida's sultry-hot climate as her micro-skirt may be, it did have drawbacks. She was forever getting hoots and hollers and honking from passing cars. Several guys came up with propositions assuming she was a prostitute. And Melbourne Florida is a retirement destination. Having come from a time of puritan censorship and attitudes against sex and nudity, a time when talking about death was a much more acceptable subject than talking about sex, the Retirees would look upon Oriel with great disdain. All kinds of men came to her just wanting her companionship. This was okay accept that Oriel could tell they were not sincere and only wanted sex from her. THAT was okay too, but Oriel right now wanted to find Florida Tech and a hotel to stay the night. It was getting late. Finally Oriel spied a slender but lean and tanned young man busily finding places to put several books on his bicycle. His eyes popped out when the big, dark Amazon approached him, "Can you help me find Florida Tech?" Oriel smiled and waited patiently while the guy scanned her great body up and down once, and flustered, attempted to recover. He finally said, "Sure, I'm a student there myself!" With his help, she found Florida Tech's entrance and then a nice hotel. She invited him to spend the night with her. Quiz: To see if you've been paying attention! --- What did that guy do as a response to Oriel's invitation? Always demanding the use of condoms, Oriel had a nice warm companion in her bed and something in her ever-hungry vagina that night. After thoroughly burning him out, (that guy on the airplane only whetted her sex-atite) she figured she may as well sleep a while. So she already had boy-friend number one and was not even fully enrolled yet. The next day she saw the Counselor in person for the first time that she had been in correspondence with by phone, fax and letter. He was surprised at least to see just what kind of creature this Oriel turned out to be. The counselor was okay about it, and later, on that first day of classes, so were all her instructors. Oriel took great care to NOT make a show everywhere she went. She arrived to all classes early. Getting to class on time, or certainly if late, would make her a spectacle. Entering a classroom late, with her bare crotch way up there over the heads of the seated and being a towering female leviathan besides, would produce a grand show indeed! A giant Indian Amazon in a white-lace micro-skirt is NOT an every-day sight. Arriving early and sitting way in the very back did help considerably in reducing her impact. Sitting in back was a help to those poor ol' male Professors as well. If Oriel sat in front, with that bare genital peering out of the darkness just an inch behind the skirt's edge, the professor would be a stuttering mess for sure! Surprisingly, it was some students that complained of her dress style to school authorities. They were the source of all complaints about her attire the whole time she was here. There were a number of students from puritanical, strict, Christian fundamentalists back grounds. Oriel's manner of dress rankled their conservative sensibilities. Oriel found extremely maddening, this foolish fuss about clothes. She hated this behavior of those puritanical types. She called them "control-freaks". Florida seemed to have more than the usual numbers of these types of people. Yet, Florida, more than any other place in the United States, had weather that demanded skimpy clothing. Several fussy meetings with counselors and authorities later, by most standards, Oriel seemed to win the most concessions. They only wanted her skirts a couple inches lower, and do away with the lace material. The best concession of all is that she would not have to begin wearing underwear. A well formulated lie about medical problems and the necessity of keeping her entire crotch area dry and ventilated convinced them. As the "them" were composed of many men that found Oriel enchanting, they pushed in her favor. But occasional confrontations between Oriel and the "neo-christian-fascists", as she also called them, continued. But it was of no avail. Oriel switched to white, extremely short mini-skirts of non-see-through material, and that was all they were going to get out of her. Eventually, all the religious prudes, except new- comers, gave up. New arrivals of christian fascists had to learn the same hard way the others before them did; a frightening threat or showdown with a powerful Amazon. The following altercation stood out: Oriel climbed out of a small trainer jet after returning from a solo practice flight. Some prudes, all men, were standing there, and walked over. They observed the mini-skirted big Amazon climbing out. Certainly they could see her vaginal area and butt due to Oriel's positions and height above their heads as she climbed off the wing. As Oriel took a final leap off the wing, one said to her, "Why MUST you wear so little? You may as well be NAKED! All of your private parts can be seen! You dress like a WHORE!" Oriel had enough! She lunged toward him and grabbed him by the collar with one powerful hand while the two with him looked on aghast. Oriel zoomed her other hand, balled up into a fist, right up to his face, stopping her fist just before caving his face inward! With one arm she lifted him off his feet by his collar. Her arm-muscles bulged huge and awesome. In the strong sun, her arms appeared as sculpted bronze. Through gnashed teeth Oriel growled, "LOOK, you SCREWY BUNCH OF SHITS! I'M getting PLENTY FED UP WITH THIS GOLL-DAM BULL-SHIT from you people!" Oriel was irritable anyway. The oppressive Florida humidity effects her that way. She glared ferociously into that religious prude's face continuing, "It was YOU looking at me just then. I DO NOT RECALL INVITING YOU TO LOOK UP MY SKIRT!" Oriel's fist was quaking with angry power, inches from the now-frightened fellow's face! Oriel scolded and growled out, "If YOU DON'T LIKE IT, LOOK ELSEWHERE OR YOU WANT BE ABLE TO LOOK AT ALL!!! EVER!!! DO I MAKE MY SELF PERFECTLY CLEAR!!!?" Oriel thundered out her warning while unconsciously shaking the frightened religious zealot. Her fist shuddered as she fought back the urge to punch him into orbit. He quivered, he shook. He stuttered out, "Y, y, yes sir, er, I mean ma'am sir, er, that is..." "GOOD!" Oriel roared, "I AM DELIGHTED! NOW GET OUT OF MY LIFE!!!" Oriel then gave him a toss with that one arm landing him on his back fifteen feet away from her. His two buddies helped him to his feet and, while looking with fright back at a still glowering Oriel, made haste in their departure. Strange, the harassment from just about all religious prude types disappeared... ORIEL MEETS ARAB AMAZON In all this scuffle over Oriel's attire, a particular woman, now a United States citizen but originally from a little known area of Saudi Arabia, was drawn in. First she was curious, but later, sided with Oriel. It is said "birds of a feather flock together". Although a very old and trite saying, it still holds true. Very big for a Middle Eastern Woman, Mona Bukhari joined forces with Oriel almost without realizing it. This Middle Eastern gal stood out with a stature of just over six feet and, at first, around 165 pounds. Her body, already athletic, strong and shapely, was made more so when she began weight training with Oriel. Her body-weight increased to 180 pounds or more from such training. Her olive skin contrasts well with her beige and light blue miniskirts she likes to wear. Wearing short skirts and brief blouses expose a lot of her tight, trim tummy. Long, wavy locks of black hair frame her attractive, strong-featured face and drape about her broad shoulders. She was second only to Oriel in creating shows where ever she went. She DID wear underwear, but following Oriel's example, she ceased that hot, uncomfortable habit! She became a solid friend of Oriel's as she too studied for a Pilot's career. She would, much later, figure prominently in an adventure with Oriel. But first, briefly, a frightening thing that almost happened to her when she was much younger. Mona Bukhari told Oriel about it once, after they were confiding friends and during a conversation about things that interested them both: airplanes, guys and kinky sex. It appeared this Arab Lady had a sex drive approaching or equaling that of Oriel's. They conversed as they sat or lay on the bed in an apartment they shared with each other... and often with men. But they were by themselves at the moment swapping stories and experiences. And this Arab Lady had a story that HAD to be told! We join them now in mid-conversation with Oriel expressing an opinion..... "...I've come to like thick cocks as much as big ones. In fact, if a man's cock is thick and just nominally long, that's all that matters." Oriel said. "You know why that is, don't you?" asked Mona in clear English, colored with just the right amount of Arabic accent; not so much that it gets in the way but a delight to hear... "Yes I... well... let's hear YOUR theory!" "It's because a thick cock bumps into or bothers, whatever, the CLITORIS more. All a long cock does is go deep in your cunt. There's really not much feeling there. It's that first inch or so of cunt and, oh! Mmm! The clitoris is where it's at! Do you know what I mean? You know what a clitoris is?" "MAN! DO I! I always try to get guys to suck on mine! OH WOW! OOO! BOY, does that EVER SEND ME TO HEAVEN! Not all guys'll do it. I'll take a bath, perfume the area with orange juice spray... that's something I figured out... and with a lot of begging and instruction, I can get many guys to do it who maybe wouldn't do it normally. A few guys'll go right in there and start sucking away first thing, bath or no bath! On other hand, there are guys that no matter how much I bathe, perfume and beg and beg, they can't bring themselves to do it." "Yeah! Yeah! That's right! I try to get them to suck on mine, too. Gee, I'm lucky I have one for ANY boy to suck on." "Uh... one what? Your clitoris?" "Yeah! I'm lucky to have a clitoris!" "Uh.., Lucky to have one? Well... I AGREE! It's God's gift to Women! But what do you mean? Why are you lucky to have your clitoris in particular? What kind of accident..." "It wasn't an accident. My Father and a couple others tried to surgically remove mine." "WHAT!? You mean CUT IT OFF!? Your CLITORIS!?" "That's right! You see, in some parts of the Middle East, in a very few, obscure places, it is still done. In ancient times, it was a lot more common. I've heard it is done in remote hinterlands of even Saudi Arabia and Egypt, even though they are so modern!" Oriel could not believe such a terrible thing was practiced. She said, "Well tell me, what happened, and how did you escape?" "I didn't escape exactly... well here's what transpired. I was still a very little girl, less than five years of age. My parents had already immigrated to United States to study; that is, attend college. But my Father took some of those repressive rulings with him apparently. A lot of what I tell you is what my Mother told me. She had her clitoris removed as a girl..." "Wow! Really!? How did she have sex?" "Well, sex, if you want to call it that, such as it is, CAN still be done. The vagina has SOME sensitivity. It just isn't nearly as enjoyable. And that's just the point! They remove the clitoris to keep a woman from being possessed of so much libido. Their men are SO afraid of a naked woman and sex, apparently, and a woman with sex drive, that they are insane with such fear! It's a paranoia with them!" "Man! That's terrible! Well, how did you avoid it? You say you were in United States? That would be illegal... unless done to an American Indian of course! I'm surprised, now that you mention it, somebody didn't think of that one to use against us Indians!" "What was that about Indians?" "Oh, never mind. It's a long story. I'll tell you about it later. Well, what happened?" "My Father and a couple of his friends of similar philosophy arranged it without my Mother's or my knowing... And by the way, Oriel, clitoris removal is AGAINST THE LAW in Egypt and Saudi Arabia TOO! I just wanted you to know that!" Oriel agreed, saying, "It SHOULD be! Well, go on!" Mona Bukhari continued, "Well, they got a Doctor they knew and who agreed with that philosophy to come. Mama didn't know why, as she cooked dinner for them, what those men were there for and what terrible things they were planning. My Father gave me a drink I liked at the time that had a sleeping medicine in it. I fell asleep so fast, my Mother said, that her suspicion was aroused. When, she said, they took me into a room and locked the door, she demanded to know why. Now, she said she never would have done this in the old country, but here in United States, she demanded they open the door. When they did not, she busted it open by bashing the lock with a hammer. As soon as she saw them gathered around me, all prepared, she knew what they were up to. My Father tried to grab her and told the others to get some rope and tie her, my Mama, up. But my Mother hit my Father in the head with that hammer, escaped and ran to a neighbor's house. We were in a regular United States suburb. Her English was not that good, but she got across to the neighbor that some men were trying to hurt her Daughter. That neighbor was infuriated, my Mother said, and called the Police. My Father and the others had run on to the neighbor's yard. The neighbor warned them to get off and that the Police were on their way. The other men ran off and my Father did a lot of fussing. But the cruel surgery had been stopped. My Mother separated from my Father after that and divorced him. The court gave me to my Mother and that was it. She finished her education and stayed in United States as a citizen. And of course, I became a citizen." Oriel sat back, as if relieved to hear Mona's sexuality had been saved. She shook her head, "Tch, tch, tch! Golly! The crazy, weird things some societies get into their heads about sex! It's unbelievable!" Oriel felt an even greater disgust toward ANY religious zealot. Oriel fumed, "I'm convinced that this kind of action and behavior, whether it be christian fascists in the United States of some ancient Middle Eastern custom based on some kind of religious belief, or ANY other culture, can but come from ONE source, satan!" But when Oriel expressed her disgust of all religions, Mona defended at least her Arab "brothers"... "I don't know about other cultures. But please don't judge Middle Eastern Guys too harshly, Oriel, especially based on my story. That's an extreme case. By far, the majority of them are cool! They're fine! And Islam, if the Koran is obeyed, is a great philosophy. They teach helping the weak and curing the sick. They teach generosity. Muslims are great people. Unfortunately, on the news in this country, you only hear about the shit-headed Muslims. They're the ones responsible for hijackings, bombings, taking hostages and other things like that. And that custom, removing the clitoris, is almost non-existent now. I believe in another few years, it will disappear." Mona assured. With the clothing silliness behind her, Oriel could finally get down to studies, college life, and especially the flying instruction! It would be beyond the scope of an account such as this to go into the details of Oriel's college courses, flying lessons and so on. Watching someone study would be like watching corn grow. But in order to achieve a feel for the magnitude of the course-work, especially the flight training and after that, actual flight experience, we will briefly follow, touching on highlights, Oriel's training and flight experience. At Florida Tech, there are about six months of purely academic course work before the first time a student puts hands to a training plane's controls. But this is College, they train people to be Commercial Airline Pilots, not just week-end, fair weather fliers. So the approach is very considered, carefully planed for best training effect, and is designed to give the student a balance of physical flight training and a lot of flight theory. This promotes a deeper understanding of what is going on and can effect an Airline Pilot's decisions, especially in emergencies. Perhaps the first highlight would of course be Oriel's first time in an airplane to control it. Years before, she went hang-gliding a few times, flew an ultra- light plane two times, and took over a Cessna for a few minutes under the Pilot- boy-friend's close supervision while safely at altitude. But at Florida Tech, this was the serious training that would soon have Oriel taking the plane up and bringing it down as well as at-altitude flying. Learning to fly definitely is a step by step process, learning the simple first then progressing to the faster, higher, and more complex. After some hours in a single engine prop plane flying without instruments came the instrument course work... so she COULD fly with instruments. After a certain point is reached in instrument training, a device know as "the hood" is used in testing the pilot. The point of instrument flying is quite simply, to enable flying blind! As in fog... But if there is NO FOG, and the pilot needs to be thoroughly tested, the trainer pulls down an opaque block, a shield, "the hood" so the pilot can not see out, like in fog. It is unnerving the first time to a student pilot, but is necessary. Then comes multi-engine prop training. Here Oriel learns the importance of carefully regulating power control of two engines working in unison. Sudden imbalances of power between two engines can disrupt flight control possibly leading to a crash. After that, enter The Jet! Now it begins to take shape. Training on a two engine jet, something like the Lear, Oriel learns to think like a jet turbine engine - fast! A two engine jet plane is in the take-off-flare by the time a prop plane is still only one quarter down the runway! And there was a lot of simulator training, including actual airline jet simulators. After three years and nine months later, in June of the fourth year, we see a ready-to-graduate Oriel, with several thousand hours of flight time behind her, and a head full of flight theory, weather knowledge, and knowledge of Flight Management... and literally hundreds of sexual encounters later, with probably just over a hundred guys. And among those guys, were some that were able to push Oriel into a special scholarship two Airline companies have with the College. The deal: if a student can maintain near perfect grades averaging 3.8s, the Airline Company will reimburse the student for his or her tuition, and hire them immediately as Airline Pilot Trainees. That means no necessity for intervening jobs in general aviation before a Pilot can achieve the goal of Airline Pilot. The Airline company starts a student right away into training in their flight simulators, then the real thing, then their first actual job. First jobs usually are Flight Engineers on big trans-oceanic aircraft, or as Co-Pilots on smaller, domestic-service aircraft. ORIEL HIRED IMMEDIATELY BY AIRLINE COMPANY Oriel hit around 3.1 with an early struggle consisting of 1.9s to 2.1s. As she became more experienced with study, her grade point rose to upper 3's for that 3.1 over-all. With 3.1, a student usually does not qualify. But with her friends who have experienced the pleasure of Oriel's body, and the fact that she excelled in all of her actual flight training, she was "crow-bared" into the scholarship of one of the Airline companies. After another several months of flying simulators and actual but empty, (devoid of passengers) flying of jets, the company Trainers deemed her ready. She had been trained on several of the Boeing series including the transoceanic Boeing 747, the biggest of the big. She also received training on some McDonnell-Douglas aircraft. Then it was into the first job she went. Due to her demonstrated great skill, they gave her just two crossings of the Atlantic on a route between Orlando, Florida and Paris, France in a jumbo Boeing 747 wide-body as Flight Engineer. Then she was promoted to Co-Pilot. It was there she began to encounter resistance from the old military-experienced guard of Pilots found at that level. They considered her prematurely promoted. They probably considered ANY woman pre-maturely promoted even if she had been piloting for 50 years. And it was NOT an Indian - White conflict either. Actually, Oriel was past that world. Now it was Lady Pilot against male Pilot. To make matters worse, management changes took place, sending the college educated managers, some of whom were women, to higher positions in the Airline company, leaving old-fashioned ex-military in their place... bad news for Oriel. Oriel seemed stuck in that right seat. A Co-Pilot's job is supposed to be assisting the busy Captain and, after a time, should include take offs and landings in good weather at airports that are not so busy. But she was given very little to do. Oriel found herself going to the simulator often just so that her pilot skills would not weaken from disuse. At least she was faring better than Mona Bukhari. Being originally Middle Eastern, even though a United States Citizen, (and because she is a woman) Mona turned up empty at job interview after job interview. She did not make the scholarship. She would have to go the usual route of general aviation jobs for some years before being eligible for Airline company hiring. But she could not find anybody that would hire her. In the late-mid 80's, a high-alert time for Muslim-extremist-inspired hijackings, the various general aviation companies did not trust her. Add to that, there were many other applicants that the providers of general aviation positions did not have to worry about. So they always received the positions first. So that Mona Bukhari would have food to eat and a place to live, she took a Taxi Driver job in Orlando, Florida. Mona Bukhari's problem during college had been an uncontrollable sex drive. It was unclear if her sex drive became greater than Oriel's, or if she just could not discipline it as Oriel could. Her indulgence in sex cost Mona grade points. Often Oriel studied to the music of the rhythmic squeaking and squawking of the bed accompanied with groaning, screaming, huffing and puffing. Mona often thrashed out her libido with one of many guys that couldn't resist experiencing Mona's now 6-foot-1 body of 185 muscular pounds... yes, the Arabic lass grew some! That plus working out with weights gave her a body in every way equal to Oriel's. It was just on a smaller scale. Mona Bukhari had not behaved that way at first. Her sex drive seemed to increase greatly over the three years and nine months of college. In those last few months, she had a man, sometimes two men, every night in her and Oriel's apartment. Often they would stay all night. If they did not, Oriel would still have her sleep disturbed when Mona woke up horny, masturbating on the edge of the mattress causing the bed to shake heavily. It effected Oriel's studies as well. Being a highly libidinous gal herself, Oriel could not resist joining in all that sexual activity going on right next to her. Mona's sexual hunger and her vigorous actions in gratifying her hungers drew Mona and Oriel into some unusual activities with each other... On a particularly bad day for Mona, she, for what ever reason, could not find any guys to "feed to" her genital. And although Florida is the capital of hot, sultry days, this one was particularly hot and sultry. It sapped energy and discipline from Mona. And that is on top of the fact that Mona does NOT have huge stock- piles of discipline to begin with! Mona wore no clothes and just kept masturbating on the edge of the mattress of their bed again and again that afternoon. Even though over-cast, it was still hot and humid, taxing their deficient window-air-conditioner. It had a debilitating effect on Oriel's and Mona's ability to concentrate and discipline themselves. Oriel barely did okay, studying for a major exam. Mona had to take the same exam, but so far, she studied not. All the while Oriel sat at the desk trying to study, Mona kept huffing, blowing, moaning and screaming as she raked her burning genital over the mattress-edge. The bed squeaked and squawked as it quaked under Mona's powerful 185 pounds of driving muscles. Mona's climaxes announced themselves noisily with insane screams and frenzied thrusting of her crotch on the mattress. Each time, Oriel hoped Mona had enough. "Okay, CUNT! You better get down and study!" Oriel advised, something like that, each time. "Okay!" Nude Mona puffed out as she rolled onto her back, spread legs to air her vagina and thick pubic hair and calmed down... all the way to sleep. Oriel would have a few minutes of silence. Then rhythmic squeaking from the bed would begin again! "MONA! STUDY!" "In a minute. I need one more!" Then the squeaking, squawking, huffing and groaning would grow louder and frenzied... This time it was late-afternoon, around four p.m. Oriel was studied out and could not concentrate. She looked at Mona thrusting away at that beleagured mattress. Oriel's vagina ached and burned to be stimulated... by ANY thing. Her vagina leaked out secretions, wetting her chair and the rear lower-hem of her teeny skirt. She stood up and slowly walked over to Mona's "show". Standing over the "hard-working" Mona, Oriel observed how Mona's butt-muscles were flexing mightily with each thrust. One of Mona's big, long legs braced with foot on floor, its thigh muscles bulging and tense. The other leg lay spread way out over the mattress. In this manner, Mona's vagina straddled that little roll on the edge of the mattress. "Mona!" Oriel called. But Mona kept thrusting. "MONA! You're gonna wear out our bed!" "Just one more!" Mona huffed out breathlessly. "DAM! It won't come!" she added. "NO WONDER! Your cunt's been comin' all DAY! It's wore out!" "But it keeps botherin' me!" "Maybe your clit needs a good sucking!" "Oh MAN! YEAH!" Mona huffed out. "But who's gonna do it!?" "I'LL do it for you!" At last Mona stopped thrusting and looked up at Oriel. "YOU?" she asked, surprised. "You're not a guy!" "WHY a GUY? Who's better than another gal to suck out your clit? I'll know best what to do. All most guys do is lick lick lick! Ugh! Who needs all that saliva down there!? It needs a gentle sucking, THAT'S what does it!" "But..." "No buts, Mona! Go ahead, roll over, on your back! Spread 'em! I'll take care 'o you!" "But Oriel! That's..." "Your cunt needs a good, final blast to make it leave you alone! You NEED TO STUDY! THAT'S the bottom line! Now come on! On your back and spread 'em!" "Well... okay!" Mona was not at all too confident about this, but it sounded good to her burning genital and she trusted Oriel, now one of her best and closest friends. Mona assumed a position on her back, spread her great, muscular legs and positioned her heels on the foot of the mattress. With her heels so anchored, Mona flexed her supple ham-string muscles and effortlessly pulled herself with burning crotch up to the foot of the mattress. "WOW!" Oriel commented, "Look at 'em bulge! Good hams development!" "Yeah! I've been workin' them out at the gym. Like you said, I don't want my legs to be all front and no back." Mona positioned herself for action. She advised Oriel, "Okay, you! Just remember, my clit isn't a cock. Don't bite it! Sometimes I see you bite guys' cocks like they're hot-dogs or something..." "Oh stop carrying on, I know what to do!" With her own vagina aching for action, Oriel kneeled down at the foot of the bed. Oriel faced a roaring furnace hidden behind a heavy growth of black, wavy hair. With her fingers, Oriel penetrated the thick hair down to that bothersome genital. Then she gently plied Mona's large vagina lips apart. The hair was a real bother; Oriel had to keep parting it away, and as she approached Mona's fire, the hair tickled Oriel's face. "My GOSH, Mona, why don't you shave this thing! There's enough hair here to knit sweaters!" But Mona could not answer too sensibly. Already, the mere act of having her vagina lips plied apart by Oriel was enough. Mona began groaning... "OHH! DO IT! It feels so good! Don't worry about my cunt hair, guys like it! I'm gonna keep it and even let it grow more. DO IT!" "OKAY, Mona-the-cunt!" Oriel worked the projection of flesh inside Mona's genital, the clitoris, outward with her fingers and began sucking... Immediately, severe moaning and huffing began, as Mona's crotch began to heave up and down. "OOHHH! MANN! (!GASP!) OHHHH!" and other primeval sounds was the extent of Mona's speech. Oriel placed both her hands on Mona's muscular hips and held on to keep Mona's crotch from hitting Oriel's face. As Oriel sucked, profuse secretions poured forth from Mona's over-active genital, enough to wet the foot of the bed and Oriel's face. And Mona could not control the heaving of her crotch up and down. Oriel held tight to Mona's big hips and their writhing muscles. Little or no time passed before Mona disintegrated into a wailing, screaming mess! Mona alternately beat the bed with her fists, then held her head in her hands as if to keep it from popping off. When she did so, with her arms up for placing hands behind and atop her head, Mona's big biceps balled up awesomely. And now, the normally confident Oriel suddenly didn't know what to do next! Oriel knew the final step was to jam a big hard penis into that fire raging between Mona's legs... but there wasn't one! Mona screamed "LET ME TURN OVER! OHHH! I'LL FINISH HERE!" Mona off course, was intending to pummel that poor mattress edge again. Having masturbated that way herself before many times, Oriel knew that just isn't as good as something big and throbbing going directly into "there". Urgently, Oriel looked around. Mona needed something fast. Oriel couldn't think of anything better... Oriel peeled the thin, scant tank-top off herself, pulling it past her huge breasts, and up over her head, flinging her long black hair as she did. This left Oriel topless. Oriel tried to ball the tank-top up into a roughly cylindrical shape; sort of tried to make a penis out of it! Oriel's approach may seem a bit troublesome but Oriel had further designs other than just helping Mona achieve a "super-come". After an entire afternoon of watching Mona's gorgeous body work, watching and listening to all that masturbating, and now, this direct involvement in Mona's sex-action, Oriel ached for Mona in her own arms. Oriel wished to feel over Mona's hard, shapely body, and some how, come to climax with her. As Oriel jammed her rolled up tank-top into Mona's devouring genital, she wished she had that two-ended artificial penis some guy tried to give her long ago. The fellow had wished to watch Oriel and another Lady-friend of his have sex using that... particular sex-toy. But Oriel flatly refused. It was a long ago time, before Oriel had the "don't give a hoot" attitude she does today. As Oriel jammed her rolled up tank-top into Mona's genital, Mona herself helped. Then the giant Oriel rose and stood, way up there. She unlatched the belt on her teeny skirt and, shimmying her hips, wiggled the clingy skirt off. Then nude Oriel crawled on the bed over Mona. The bed squawked and grated painfully from the additional 250 pounds. With no effort at all, Oriel slid Mona up the bed, came down on her, and began thrusting heavily, as she would with any guy! Oriel embraced hard Mona, and rolled over to her back so the smaller Mona would be on top. Mona thrust mightily, continually having to re-adjust that tank-top- penis for best effect. Oriel basked in pleasure of feeling over Mona's hard, well muscled body. She felt better than most men! All Mona's muscles were flexing, blazing in energy! And IT CAME! A roaring, screaming orgasm charged its way furiously through Mona's body, seizing it and shaking it wildly! She screamed, she convulsed and screamed more. Oriel "caught" the orgasm, even though there was no particular direct stimulus on her own genital. Seeing Mona's orgasm stimulated Oriel sexually. Oriel huffed and screamed along with Mona as orgasm blast its way through her as well. But as it passed, Oriel craved another. The first came of its own design. But a second orgasm would need a little more stimulus. But Oriel did find something to stimulate her furnace. Mona was coming out of her orgasm. Mona had been using the hard plates of muscle in Oriel's tummy to hold that rolled-up tank-top in place. But now, with Mona finished, Oriel pulled Mona up and positioned Mona's big, sinewy hip into Oriel's own crotch. "Shimmy it, girl!" Oriel demanded, "Shake those hips, slow but hard!" "Sure!" Mona puffed out, knowing what Oriel wanted. As Mona undulated her hips, Oriel embraced her tight and soon came screaming into orgasm once again. The bed crunched and groaned loudly as 250 pounds of Power- Woman writhed and thrust in ecstacy of orgasm. At last, the two big muscle-Ladies were relieved, panting and sweating. Oriel still embraced Mona who had her own arms around Oriel's tight waist. A bit later, Mona released her embrace on Oriel, pulled away from Oriel's arms and rolled over to her back. Hot and sweaty, she wished to cool off. But Oriel followed, assuming a position over Mona, but of course not letting her 250 crushing pounds lay directly on Mona. Oriel straddled Mona on elbows and knees. Oriel looked Mona directly into her face. Both smiled shyly at each other. Finally Oriel said, "Do you feel better now!?" "Ohh... I'll feel relaxed, relieved, warm inside... and TOO HOT outside! Get OFF me, I'm drowning in sweat!" Mona giggled and smiled at Oriel. But Oriel tarried over Mona as she smiled gently at her. Oriel's long, smooth black hair draped on either side of Mona's face, completely cutting off Mona's vision of anything to the sides. It was as if Mona was in Oriel's inner world. She could only see Oriel's strong-featured, rugged Native-American face, strong, yet now, gentle. Mona did not resist as Oriel, without announcement, slowly approached Mona's face with hers and gently pecked, a gentle kiss, on Mona's lips. Mona giggled. Oriel drew back and smiled. Mona finally said, "Do you know what we just did!?" "Yeah, help each other relieve ourselves so we can study!" "We did a Les-" "Shh! NO LABELS!" Oriel whispered firmly, stopping Mona. Still smiling gently, but firm, Oriel reminded, "You KNOW how I hate labels. We, two close friends, helped each other out. Mona, you GOT TO STUDY! I hope this final blast will calm that thing of yours down! Now snooze a few minutes then study." At last Oriel got off from over Mona. She assumed a position on her side, facing Mona, Oriel's head propped up by her hand. Oriel's beefy arm, with its writhing muscles and particularly, a huge biceps, pressed deeply into that poor ol' mattress with the arm's elbow. Oriel then continued, "Besides, our little activity gave me a gorgeous idea next time we have a guy or guys in here!" "Uh oh! Another Oriel-sex-plan! Okay big girl, let's hear what your cunt has thought of THIS time!" "Most guys don't know what they're doin' when comes to suckin' clits. So I will suck yours in front of them while they watch. Of course they'll get hard and horny! And when you're screaming your head off, I let 'em plow into to you, full force! How does that sound?" "ORIEL! What kind of a kinky, perverted mind could think of such a thing!? I LIKE! I LIKE!" "Great! We'll do it next time we get some guys in here!" "Okay Oriel! GOLLY! WHAT a PERVERT! Just one thing though... It's just that... probably NOT a problem to YOU, but... I might be a little shy of doin' that in front of real guys." "Nahh! You'll enjoy it!" Oriel looked up finally from Mona's gorgeous body, glistening with sweat... and over and out the window... and saw something that she decided right then not to tell Mona about... As Mona lay there, legs spread, arms spread over her head of wavy black hair, as Mona drifted off to sleep, Oriel saw outside, in the limbs of a large, mature oak tree, a startling sight. The day outside was getting darker with late afternoon and thickening cloud cover. And their room-lights were blazing away as they were ALL day, for studying. Sitting on the limbs of that oak tree were three guys, all with binoculars, with big sheepish grins and obviously gabbing away. No telling what manner of chuckle- headed comments they were sharing with each other. Oriel, accustomed to men watching her, merely smiled and giggled, shaking her head in "delighted" disgust. Oriel observed Mona was asleep. Carefully, Oriel rolled off the bed. No matter how she tried, the bed squawked, squeaked and quaked as Oriel's 250 pounds got off. Mona still slept. With swaying hips, Oriel glided to that window, spread legs and slowly shimmied her hips a bit. She waved at the guys. She bowed and "blew kisses". With those three out there thoroughly blown apart, Oriel drew the curtains! Oriel turned off the lights and lay beside Mona, again with the bed noisily complaining of Oriel's 250 pounds, and slept next to Mona. Unfortunately, with all that effort to rid Mona of her pesky libido, it was too late. Mona had used up her awake-time, her energy, with an after-noon of almost non-stop masturbating, culminating with... well, Oriel's and her "experiment". After sleeping heavily for three hours, Mona found herself facing nine p.m. and hunger... stomach-hunger that is... for something to eat! After dealing with that, Mona DID get in a meager couple hours of study before drowsiness set in. After some cups of that connoisseur's coffee that some Relations of hers in Saudi Arabia sends her from time to time, brewed VERY strong this time, Mona extended her studies another two hours. Reduced to a yawning, jittery mess, and again horny, Mona, still naked as she was ALL this unproductive day, masturbated a final time on the edge of that mattress (and woke up a slumbering Oriel with the resulting "bed-quakes") and passed out fast asleep. The two hot-blooded Amazons sleep very frugally. They used a bare mattress, slept nude, and used no sheets or blankets. Mona squeezed past the exam with 1.9 while Oriel did 3.1. Although the day just described was a bit unusual, it was only a LITTLE bit worse than usual. Other days were similar. Indeed, Mona's over-active genital adversely effected her Professional Pilot career. But sexism and distrust of Mona's Arab back-ground did far more damage to her career than her bad study habits. All Mona's Flight Instructors praised Mona's ability in actual flight. Indeed perhaps, Oriel WAS lucky, given the sexist and racist attitudes, to at least be in that "right-seat".