This pandemic is affecting us all differently. I’m Sarah Colson, and as a second-year engineering student at the ********* Institute of Technology, I wanted to talk a bit about some of the new experimental measures we’ve been putting in place to promote social distancing while still ensuring we can get a world-class education.

One of the easier problems to solve was showers. Obviously we follow the national model and have public outdoor showers for girls, because of how much easier that makes cleaning. What we’re doing now is each girl has an appointed time each day to clean herself, at whichever shower site is closest to her dorm. The times were algorithmically determined based on our class schedules, so I never have to choose between attending a virtual class versus scrubbing myself clean while a boy watches me through a protective visor.

Oh, yes, I should have mentioned. Because we’ve got appointed shower times now, *IT has to make sure we don’t stay too long and make it harder for other girls to shower after us. So *IT has assigned a team of boys to monitor each of the showers while wearing full-body protective gear. If you try to stay in the shower too long, the boy on duty is tasked with fucking you as a reminder to avoid staying late in the future. There’s a long tube in the protective gear for the boy’s penis, kind of like a built-in condom, except that when it detects the boy is ready to ejaculate, the end of the tube opens up to allow the boy to unload his cum directly into the girl’s waiting pussy. This makes it easier for the suits to be reused, and it helps us all relax by making life feel more normal… it’s not really college without a lot of random boys cumming in you every week, you know?

There is a loophole, though! The rules are designed to discourage girls from staying in the showers too long, because then they get fucked. But so far there’s nothing that says you can’t show up for your shower early! Some of us girls do like taking longer showers, especially if we’ve got long hair or big sensitive breasts, like me. Kissing each other in the showers isn’t allowed anymore, of course, but when you’re in the shower next to another beautiful naked girl, her entire body soaking wet and shining in the sunlight, it’s hard not to find your fingers wandering just a little. And of course we’re carefully looking away from each other, so it always comes as a happy little surprise when you find your hands suddenly wrapped around another girl’s soft breasts, stroking them all over to help them get clean from all the soapy water, and tweaking her hard nipples because… well, just for fun I guess. And then later in the shower she’ll probably return the favor too, and you get distracted from shampooing your hair because her hands feel so good as they play with your big breasts and roll them all around and you start moaning…

At that point, if she hears you moaning, it’s only polite for the other girl to kneel down a little and see if you need help cleaning your pussy too, which of course you do by then. Because we can’t kiss each other’s faces any more for fear of getting sick, a lot of girls like to do the next-best thing and kiss each other’s pussies in the shower instead, and also help rub it clean with their hands, both inside and outside. Sometimes if there are two girls who’ve arrived early for their showers, you can get both treatments at once, with one girl carefully massaging your glistening wet breasts and kissing your back to make sure it doesn’t taste dirty, and another girl thrusting her fingers in and out of your dripping pussy, until you can’t take it anymore and start cumming, over and over, from how good it feels to be really thoroughly clean.

The danger of these cleaning sessions, though, is that one of the girls may lose track of time and accidentally stay at the showers too long, and then it’s the boy’s turn to fuck her, and it’s expected that any other girls in the shower at the time will help out. Last week this happened to me, and as I was lying on the shower floor with the boy’s cock thrusting in and out of my shining clean pussy, the other girl in the shower sat down on my face to help keep me in position, and I buried my face in her pussy and licked it ravenously until all three of us came at once, the hard waves of cum filling up my pussy and inspiring me to thrust my face even deeper into the other girl’s crotch and lick her harder than ever before.

After your shower is over, and you’ve remembered to clean up the space between your legs from whoever or whatever gave you an orgasm just then, you head back to the dorm, still totally naked of course, to go about the rest of your day.

The showers are a special case because then you have to be naked for that, but the rest of the time, the college’s dress code still applies. Because boys aren’t wandering around the campus as inspectors anymore—we don’t have enough protective outfits for that—instead I helped design a new system that doesn’t let us out of our dorms, or back into them, unless we’re properly dressed. Here’s how it works!

Instead of our old student ID cards, which weren’t very safe because of how many people would touch them and how many surfaces they’d come into contact with, now each girl has a remotely activated vibrator, uniquely tied to her, which she has to remember to wear in her pussy every time she leaves her dorm. She stands in front of the door and scans her pussy to alert the door team that she’s ready to be inspected. (The scanners still need a little work before they can detect vibrators through clothing, so you have to slide down your bottom for this to work, exposing your bare pussy to the machinery, but you’re usually allowed to slide it back up again later.)

At that point one of the door inspection team, working remotely, turns on the cameras surrounding the scanner and looks at the girl’s outfit. There are a lot of cameras, so they work to construct a 3D model of her in whatever she’s wearing (or not wearing) at the time, and the inspection team worker is able to rotate the model around and check her out from various angles to confirm that what she’s wearing is in compliance with the dress code. If she’s doing anything wrong, he presses a button to remotely trigger her vibrator, and keeps doing that, at increasing intensities, until she’s made whatever changes are necessary for her outfit to be proper to wear on the *IT campus.

Some of the other people who helped design this system asked me to add a button to download the 3D model of the girl, especially the first version of the model when her naked pussy is still visible from when she activated the scanner. I wasn’t totally sure why they wanted that button, but it was easy enough to add, so now I guess if you’re on the inspection team you can hang onto as many detailed models of your female classmates as you want, in whatever limited states of dress they happened to be in that day. Maybe it’s useful having that kind of thing for statistical analysis or something, I don’t know.

Just about the only reason to leave your dorm at this point is to visit the cafeteria, so a similar system is implemented there! When a girl has made her food selections and is ready to pay, she stands in front of another scanner and once again moves aside any bottom she might be wearing so the vibrator in her pussy can be scanned accurately. This vibrator uniquely identifies her to the system, so the charges for her meal can be debited from her account. Each item she’s buying is confirmed by a separate period of turning on her vibrator, and the more expensive the item, the longer it’s turned on and the more it vibrates. A girl I know invented a game where you try to guess how much the vibrator will need to run before you cum, and then buy exactly enough food and drinks so that paying gives you an orgasm but you don’t go over.

But that’s not the only new system in place here at *IT! Obviously despite everything that’s going on, *IT is still a college, and the heart of a college is its classes. So today when I got back from my shower (there were three other girls there when I arrived, cleaning themselves early, and I came twice from how much they kissed and petted my big breasts in thanks for my letting them stay), I found that a new machine had been delivered into my dorm room that would help me take my calculus test that day.

The machine had two main parts: a large touchscreen display, which showed the test itself, and a soft seat for me to sit on, which had a thick rod sticking up in the middle. I sat down on the seat and sighed gratefully as the rod slid into my juicy pussy, which was still a bit sensitive from my adventures in the shower. The rod was surprisingly warm, and not too rough, and felt great inside of me. I tried moving myself up and down a little, to get the rod into just the right position, and felt myself getting wetter already. I was about to start massaging my breasts—I still hadn’t put anything on after the shower—when I noticed something new on the touchscreen.

It turned out the rod in my seat had lights and a camera inside of it! There on one side of the monitor was a live feed of the deepest insides of my pussy, already glistening wet from the rod’s presence, and as I watched, video of other pussies began appearing on screen as well, each of them with the name of one my calculus classmates! I realized that this must be *IT’s new anticheating program they’d been working on, because otherwise if you’re taking a test from your dorm room, it’s really easy to go over to a textbook or your computer and look something up. But if there’s a camera in your pussy the whole time, broadcasting every droplet and fold to your class, then the professor knows that you’re only paying attention to the test and aren’t wandering around your room and cheating.

A chill passed through my body and I shifted my position on the rod again, marveling at how my pussy’s image on the screen updated itself in response. I’d never had such an intimate view of myself, let alone of all the other girls in my class, and once again I felt my hand wandering up to my breasts, giving them a gradual, distracted rub and tweaking my stiffening nipples. With my other hand I started the test, which was a series of multiple choice problems.

The first three problems on the test I got right with no problem, but by the fourth problem, I think I must have gotten myself a bit distracted, and I chose the wrong answer. Immediately the camera rod inserted in my welcoming pussy thrust up into me in response, and again, and again, itself vibrating softly as I spasmed around it. The sheer shock of being fucked by the testing machine out of nowhere made me cum immediately, and I sat there gasping for several seconds even after the rod had stopped thrusting. With wide eyes I watched my delicious orgasm play itself out inside my pussy as it too was displayed on my monitor and broadcast to the rest of the class. Whatever that warm rod inside me was made of, a bit of pussy juice was clearly not enough to make it stop working. Shakily I returned to the test.

I spent the next few minutes working through more problems and picking the right answers, but I couldn’t seem to shake the memory of the problem I’d gotten wrong, and that rod shooting up into me and bringing me to instant orgasm. My pussy was still wet and streaming, and after a fierce internal battle on the ninth problem, I went for it and deliberately picked the wrong answer. Once again the machine sprung to life and began fucking me, longer and harder this time, the vibrations more intense, and I had to fumble to contain my breasts as they thudded heavily across my excitedly bouncing body. I’d just found my nipples and gotten ready to really pleasure myself when the machine quieted down, apparently assuming I’d had enough punishment from getting that problem wrong. Ha! I shook my head and immediately chose the wrong answer to the next problem too, inspiring the machine to roar back into action and fuck me harder than ever. I rode out my second orgasm of my test in pure bliss, bouncing up and down with the rapid, powerful thrusts of the rod buried in me as far as it could go. Sweat drops were already appearing on my body as the machine’s third punishment session came to a close.

As you can imagine, the rest of the test was a bit of a blur. I got a few problems right by accident—it was multiple choice after all—but mostly I rode that test machine as hard as I possibly could, feeling it get harder and faster every time I made a mistake, until my orgasms all blended together in a delicious void. The sight of my constantly bucking and aroused pussy on the screen for everyone to see, including my professor, was the final ingredient that put me over the edge again and again and again, and in my rare moments of lucidity when I was able to calm down and look at the screen, I could tell I was hardly the only one. Girl after girl in my class was showing off the most private possible views of their rapidly bouncing bodies and intense orgasms, even some of the most conservative girls, the ones who always seemed to wear tops and bottoms every day normally, and proper ones at that, the ones that actually covered their breasts and pussy. Well, not anymore! I watched hungrily as we all rode our test machines for dear life, cumming again and again and again until finally the test was over.

The display on the screen switched over to a message box. “Calculating score,” it said for a moment, and then: “8% of problems answered correctly. FAILED.” All at once that wonderful rod buried in my pussy began one final thrusting session and I screamed as somehow it came inside of me, what seemed like gallons of artificial semen filling me to the point of bursting, till I had to ease myself off the machine a little to let the machine’s semen and the juice from all my own orgasms pour out together in a sticky mass on the floor. I’d never felt so alive nor so exhausted, and I slumped onto my bed a sweaty, gooey mass of delight. I needed to write to *IT administration to let them know that their new machine was a huge success, but they should probably think about reversing the incentive system, or every girl on campus’s GPA would plummet spectacularly.

There I lay for the next several hours, too tired out to lift myself out of bed, though I can’t say my hands didn’t do some wandering as I remembered all the pleasures of the day. I petted my huge, sweaty breasts, and I fingered myself a little, marveling at all the fluids still pooled in my aching pussy, and I came once or twice, but it was nothing compared to what I’d felt during my calculus test. Maybe I needed to go back to the drawing board on our student ID vibrators and see if I couldn’t enhance the experience somehow… maybe more of a full-body thing… but eventually I fell asleep.