Far Away At Willoughby Academy (Part 4) [MF][Fsub][Mast][Oral][Handjob][Sex][Anal][Buk][Reluc][Exh][ENF][College][SciFi][AltReal]

**Far Away At Willoughby Academy (Part 4)**

The common room wasn’t busy, but there were still about a dozen other girls lounging on couches and chairs, all first years based on their pajamas and piping. None of them seemed shy that their nipples were visible, and in a few cases, their pussies, since some of them were sitting with a leg draped over a chair or couch.

“Is it always this…um…” Regina paused. “Informal?”

“You’re free to be naked down here if you want, though you’d probably get cold. I mean, we keep the temperature a bit warmer here on our side of the dorm, but seriously, my nips have been stiff for two days now.” Regina glanced at her roommate, seeing she wasn’t exaggerating, then, when she saw what was on the TV and went white.

“What the hell?” She hissed. “You’re watching porn?”

“Watch the archaic the swearing, dummy.” Kiera said, leaning in to whisper. “And no, that’s Grey’s Anatomy. Dr. McSomething-or-other…I don’t really follow the show…is just fucking one of the new interns. She’s got some nice tits, though.” Kiera offered.

“But they’re, like, actually fucking. Like, that guy’s a famous actor, and that’s his penis…actually penetrating that woman.”

“To be fair, that is how sex works…but it’s probably a stunt cock or something. Half these actors have a ‘no fucking’ clause in their contracts these days. The people who are really good at fucking on camera usually don’t stay on TV…they move on to movies. It was bad enough when a few of the actors decided they didn’t want to be naked anymore…Shonda Whatsername killed off a third of the cast.”

“We don’t actually show this on TV where…um…where I’m from.” Regina said.

“Those must be some boring shows.”

“Well, I mean, on network TV they simulate it, but there’s no nudity, definitely not fucking. Only on premium cable will you see some nudity, more obvious simulated sex…but when you see that.” She pointed to the couple still engaging in actual sex. “That’s what we call pornography.”

“We have pornography. It’s just all, like, fetish stuff. I mean, they won’t show her doing him with a strapon, or him sucking her toes while he jerks off in her shoes or something…but crackers, they’re just boarding…in a *bed*. That’s about as tame as it gets after 8pm.” Once Regina got past the sex, the show was pretty much the same as she remembered it. The cast was slightly different, but the stories were all the same, long-winded repetitive speeches included. As much as she hated to admit it, she didn’t actually mind seeing some of the actors naked, and seeing a doctor walking around with an erection in his scrubs was funny. After that was over, they watched a cop show, which didn’t have nearly as much nudity or sex, but still had a fair share. Regina found herself giggling every time the gruff detective snarled ‘crackers’ instead of saying goddammit or whatever other religion-derived curse would otherwise be there.
After ten, they went back to their room, and Regina was actually feeling generally comfortable, for the first time in several hours. She went to the bathroom to use the facilities and brush her teeth, a few other girls doing the same, one of which was completely naked other than slippers, and shortly thereafter she went to bed.

—-

She woke up with a jolt, feeling her school bracelet vibrating on her wrist. She looked at the clock. It was six forty-five in the morning.

“I am not ready to get up this early.” Kiera said. She got out of bed, took off her babydoll, stretched, showing offer her compact body and small breasts. She scratched at the edge of her bush, making Regina turn away. “Out of bed, Reg. We have ten minutes from when the alarm goes off to get to the bathroom. Get your slippers and your robe,” she said, pulling on her own robe and stepping into her slipper flats, “and let’s get going.” Regina stared back, confused. Kiera didn’t even bother to tie up her robe. “Oh, that’s right, you showed up late. Don’t worry, it’s new to me too, sort of. We report to the bathroom for inspection by the Dorm Mistress, and any lessons she might have.”

“Lessons?”

“What do think dorm masters and mistresses do, stand around all day and be bitchy? I mean, they do that, *too*, but how are you supposed to learn the college rules and the fun stuff, if someone doesn’t teach you?”

“Naked, though.” Regina said.

“What else are you going to be wearing before eight in the morning?” Regina didn’t have an argument for that. She got out of bed, shyly undressed, then pulled on her robe. She felt slightly more naked than she had in the pajamas, even with her tied at the waist, but Kiera said nothing.

“So, we all just go to the bathroom together?”

“Well, it’s not synchronized or anything…” Kiera raised an eyebrow. “Look, just, you know, keep your mouth shut…listen, learn, try not to overreact. I can’t teach you everything about living in this world, and mostly because I’ll never really know where the gaps are in your knowledge. I mean, what if you call a sandwich a *muzzletup* or something, how would I know that?”

“I know what a sandwich is.” Regina said.

“So, that’s one of about a trillion things I can be sure of.” She took Regina’s hand and started leading her down to the bathrooms. “Let’s get down there before Dominique gives us laundry hours for being late.”

—-

“Okay ladies.” Dominique the dorm mistress said when Regina and Kiera entered with a pair of other girls. “We’re all here, and on time, which is a credit to you all for the first full day, at least.” The dorm mistress was wearing a light blue robe of similar material to their own, sheer, but with some satin stripes to hide a bit of her nudity. “Now, if you’d all remove your robes, hang them up and let me do my inspection, we can get you closer to a shower and whatever else you’re looking forward to this morning.” Regina glanced left and right, taking a breath as the other girls all started taking off their robes. She was nearly the last one naked, though Kiera seemed to be moving a little more slowly to help Regina not stand out so much. They all hung up their robes on the hooks lining the nearby wall, and Regina realized she’d probably have to label some of her stuff in order to avoid someone walking off with it accidentally or otherwise, since everything was alike. “Girls,” Regina gasped at the word, though she wasn’t the only one, “stand with your legs two feet apart, and put your arms above your head.”

“Yes, Dorm Mistress,” they all said together, doing as she asked. The dorm mistress walked down the line of them, peering at their underarms, looking between their legs. Most of the girls were styled similar to Regina, a little bit of hair, and waxed between the legs. She saw a tall blonde next to her had a nearly full bush, though it was trimmed short. The dorm mistress stopped at the blonde, slipped a hand between the girl’s legs, and ran her fingers through her pubic hair.

“You need a bit of a trim, Miss Culver. I told you to consider waxing. Take care of it after the lesson, please.”

“Yes, dorm mistress,” she replied. Then the dorm mistress stepped in front of Regina. She bent over, her larger breasts hanging free in her robe, and studied the hair at Regina’s crotch. She reached out a finger and traced the line of her hair, then ran the finger along her newly waxed labia.

“I’m glad to see you made your salon appointment.” She said, standing up.

“Yes, dorm mistress.” Regina said softly. The dorm mistress moved back down the line, caressing legs, telling some of the girls to focus their shaving in certain areas, knees, et cetera, and then she had them stand normally. The dorm mistress checked her watch and went to the door of the bathroom, and held it open as two guys walked in wearing robes. They looked the naked girls up and down, one of them smiling a bit, the other looking more nervous. They were first years by their robes, and Regina instinctively moved to cover herself, though Kiera stopped her by lightly slapping her hand down and subtly shaking her head no.

“Well, I was hoping for more volunteers, but here we are.” The dorm mistress said. “You first years are always so shy, and any second years currently here are dorm masters or mistresses like myself…meaning we’re too busy to help in other lessons. So…” she undid her robe and removed it, hanging it up with the rest of the girls, “it’s just us today.” The dorm mistress was maybe five and a half feet tall, with large breasts, pale skin, and a full dark bush, trimmed, but completely covering her sex. Her pink nipples hardened quickly in the cool air of the bathroom, and she paced over to the two guys, her round ass swaying gracefully. She was pretty, full-bodied, but not overweight by any stretch. Regina glanced around at the other girls and realized all of them were at least pretty, if not beautiful, not one particularly overweight, underweight, gawky, ridden with acne, or any other thing that people in her age group often suffered from. She knew she fit in that group as well, though there were a few girls she’d definitely consider hotter than herself. “Gentlemen, if you’d remove your robes, please?” The guys were slightly hesitant, but they took off their robes, revealing their nakedness. One of the guys was hard—and completely hairless, Regina noted—the smiling one. The nervous one was neither hard nor hairless, trimmed down brown hair trailed from his navel to his sex. “I figured we’d start out easy with this week’s lesson. Shower sex.” She moved to the nervous guy and took his cock in her hard, stroking him and teasing at his balls with her fingertips, he quickly got hard, and let go, smiling. “Now you’re ready for the lesson.”

“Makes me wish I wasn’t hard.” The other guy said.

“Oh, you’ll get your turn, smiley…” The dorm mistress laughed. “So, can anyone tell me what the three most important things are about shower sex…and by sex I mean anything that leads to coming, not just straight up coitus, okay?”

“Temperature?” The blonde girl with the bush said.

“Yes…sort of. It’s not just finding a comfortable temperature, but one that is conducive to the actual activity.” Dominique went to one of the showers and turned it on, then another. “Cold or scalding, neither works, the low end of warm is okay, but one of you is going to be unhappy, and seeing a lot of steam is sexy in the movies, but it leads to stickiness in real life. Then there’s the issue of when boy A or boy B,” she pointed to each, “blows his load.” There was some nervous laughter. “If the water’s too hot, the come is very difficult to wash off. That’s maybe not a big deal to you two,” she said to the guys, “but having to take another full shower after banging one out is tedious…and wastes water. So, find a comfortable temperature for both of you, the cooler the better, and when the guy pops, when it comes times to wash it away, the colder the better. Now what are the other two things?”

“Balance?” A brunette said at the end of the line.

“Correct.” The dorm mistress said. “If he’s lifting you up to go inside, you need to brace yourself and so does he. All our showers have grab bars, though technically you’re not supposed to be having sex in these,” she pointed, “except in rare cases like now. If he’s taking you from behind, as long as you latch onto something, you’ll be okay, and if you’re on your knees, just remember not to accidentally drown yourself under the shower spray.” She laughed and the others followed. “Remember, most people are fine during the actual sex, but when they start to come, balance tends to slip, no pun intended. And the last item?” The room was silent. Regina glanced around, waiting another moment before speaking.

“Um, lubrication.”

“Yes, Miss Regina, and I’ll give you further credit for not saying it as a question.” She walked back to her robe and removed a plastic bottle from pocket. “This is your basic water-soluble lube, available at the bookstore in case anyone is wondering.” More laughter. “You,” she pointed to a short blonde with perky breasts midway down the line, “get in the shower with smiling boy.” The dorm mistress walked over to the guy with the grin and took him by the cock. “See,” she said, leading him to the shower where the girl was already wet under the spray, “I told you, you’d get your turn.” He got in the shower with the girl and took a moment to run his hands over her boobs, tweaking her nipples. She laughed a little but seemed nervous with the audience. “Okay, Miss Ilyana, take his member in your hand and start working whatever magic you have.” The blonde looked down at the guy’s erection. The other students and the dorm mistress had naturally formed a half circle around the shower stall. The blonde trailed her fingers up his scrotum and it tightened against his body. Regina noted he was probably only about six inches in length, but without any pubic hair, he looked slightly larger. The girl started jerking him off, pulling out toward her belly as she held onto his hip with her other hand. “Not bad technique, Miss Ilyana, you’re both stable, at least. How does it feel, smiling boy?”

“Um, I am definitely enjoying it, but I could technically do this myself.”

“Oh,” the dorm mistress turned to the class, “the smiling boy wants more. Well, let’s try this first.” She took Ilyana’s hand from the guy and squirted a glob of lube in it. “Get back to it.” Ilyana started again, and the guy visibly gasped, and her movements were much more fluid. “I bet that feels way better?” The guy nodded. “It won’t last forever directly under the spray, but if she leaned over him or angled him out of the water, that small amount would probably be good until completion. Now, there are oil-based lubes, but they’re apparently bad on the drains of these old buildings, so we don’t sell them at the school. Oil-based lasts longer in the water, but it’s more difficult to clean up.” The guy started coming, hitting the young woman right at the navel. “Oh, well, that’s the end of *that* lesson, I guess. This is why,” she turned to the class, “it’s important to have more than one volunteer. I hope volunteers will pick up later in the semester, particularly as the third and fourth years return—it’s really better to have a half dozen guys at hand—but you can’t predict the interest in fucking the first years…I mean, in my first year, we had a line out the door, almost from day one, second semester, never more than three guys…it limits your learning potential. Ilyana, rinse off, and wrap a towel around yourself, so you can see the rest of the lesson without getting everything wet. Smiley, you can go.” He leaned down and nibbled at one of Ilyana’s nipples before letting her go. He stepped out of the stall and took the offered towel and started drying off as Ilyana rinsed off and quickly did the same.

“She deserves an A,” the smiling guy said.

“We don’t give letter grades…get going.” The dorm mistress slapped his bare ass. “You’re a distraction.” He gave a mock salute and slipped on his robe and slippers, then left the bathroom. She turned to the class. “Girls.”

“Yes, dorm mistress.”

“Present your wrists, please.” They all held out their announcement bracelets, and the dorm mistress looked at each one. “Ugh…such a first-year array…fairly boring. I guess I’ll demonstrate this next bit. Get in the shower, shy guy.” The nervous guy, still slightly hard, but not as erect as he was a few minutes prior, went in the shower, and quickly adjusted the spray.

“It was a little hot.” He said.

“I appreciate your consideration.” Dominique said, moving into the stall with him. She pressed her bare wet body against his, letting him a get a good feel of her, rubbing against him, though he kept his hands at his sides. She licked at one of his nipples, making him shiver, and carefully got down on her knees. “Oral sex in the shower is a pain, literally and figuratively. The tiles are terrible on your knees, ladies.” She pushed her hair out of her face. “And I already feel like I’m’ drowning. So, what do we do? Well, step one would be to *not* do it, I mean, within limits of denying what the guy wants, of course, but step two would be—could you lean over me a bit grab onto the shower bar behind me?” His cock was right in her face, and when he leaned over, he slipped a little, her face mashing into his crotch, but he got a grip on the pipes, and she pulled back a bit. “See, ladies, dangerous…I could have lost an eye!” They laughed. “But now he’s taking the brunt of the shower, and I can do this.” She took his shaft in one hand and leaned in, putting his tip in her mouth, working him with tongue for a few moments as he made very happy noises. Regina couldn’t believe that she was standing there watching what was effectively a sex show, *and* she was naked herself. Quick looks let her see that some of the girls were enjoying it, smiling even, but she felt more embarrassed than aroused. Dominique got the guy nice and hard before pulling back. “No problem there, though it still feels like there’s water running up your nose. Obviously, height difference will play a part in this, but that’s always the case with a good on-the-knees blowjob.” She stood back up and rubbed her knees for a moment. “Are we feeling good, champ?” She asked the guy. He nodded. “You haven’t even touched my tits…they’re awesome.” She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. “Feel those, my nips hard under your touch. I’m wet for you…right now…not just because of the shower…feel down there, go ahead. Run you hand through my bush, slip a finger inside me, grab my ass…” He did everything she asked, and Regina watched both mesmerized and disturbed. The dorm mistress was enjoying herself, the guy clearly aroused, but she had no idea if she was just enjoying the teaching, getting off on running the show, or something more. “Now, back to our friend the lube.” She grabbed the bottle from the soap dish behind her.

“Oh…fuck…” The guy hissed as she squirted some in her hand and started massaging his cock.
“Nice and warm now from the shower, right?” She squirted some more in her hand and rubbed it between her legs. She rinsed off her hand and grabbed the bar in the shower, bending over and presenting herself to the guy. “Get in there, before the lube rinses…come on!” She demanded. He glanced at the girls watching him, but then took the dorm mistress by the hips, and eased forward, with one hand he pushed inside her and she moaned. “Oh, yes, keep it going, you first year stud…come on…” He started pounding away. “I saved you for last because your dick was bigger than other guy’s.” Regina thought they were both about equal, but she assumed the dorm mistress was playing up the guy’s ego to keep him hard, though he didn’t seem to be having any issues in the moment. “Don’t forget ladies, when you’re in this position, you can have fun with yourself, too.” She assumed a slightly wider stance and started teasing at her clit, or at least that’s what it looked like from Regina’s angle. “Mmm…now, I know what you’re all thinking…’Dorm mistress, beautiful and wonderful as you are, with those amazing tits and that ass to die for, any of us could have offered ourselves to this hot-cocked first year, and crackers, that’s true, but not the next part. The final part of the lesson.” She looked over at the class as the guy continued to pump away. “Any guesses?” She took the lube and squirted some more down her asscrack. “Now any guesses?”

“Anal?” A taller girl of Indian descent asked.

“Fuck…fuck…” Dominique closed her eyes, clearly, truly, enjoying herself, “sorry…again with saying it like question? Correct…but be *sure* of your response.” The dorm mistress moved her hand from the front of herself to the back slipping a couple fingers in her ass. “I bet he didn’t expect to finish like this.” A few of the girls laughed. “Okay, cowboy…I’m ready for you to ease it in, come on…”

“Really?” He asked. “I’ve, um, never done this?”

“After all the stories I heard about what goes on in the guys’ dorm after hours. I find that hard to believe.” She said. “I’m just kidding—I know you guys just blow each other.” She laughed. “Just give it a go…you might like it, or you might not. You’ll probably come either way.” He was hesitant, but he did pull out from her pussy, letting her guide him into her ass. “Steady, relax, just keep easing forward. Mmm…there we go…there we go…that’s tight, right?”

“Uh, yeah…” He said.

“Then start fucking me like you mean it, cowboy,” she slapped her own ass. He started out slowly, but there was so much lube, he had an easy go of it. Regina felt the dorm mistress was really enjoying it, and she must have liked it, to some extent, if she had the bead for anal on her wrist. Regina had set up her announcement bracelet very conservatively…not ridiculously so, but enough that she wouldn’t be participating in anything like what she was watching, but then, none of the other girls apparently had the bead either. A moment later, the guy started grunting then letting out some longer deeper groans. “Oh, fuck me, stud, fuck me…” The dorm mistress said, playing it up. He pulled out and quickly rinsed off his cock, taking a little body wash mounted on the wall and cleaning more thoroughly. The dorm mistress stood up and looked to the guy. “Let’s give him a polite round of applause, ladies.” She started speaking after the clapping ended. “Anal is one of the few things that generally works well in the shower—with the right preparation, of course. You get yourself nice and clean to start, and there’s the fact that it’s easy to clean up afterward. Now, as soon as he leaves, the rest of you may start your morning. Don’t forget my notes on shaving, trimming, et cetera,” the guy took the hint, quickly toweled off, and left, “and pay attention during your final few days of orientation. I don’t want to have to ding any of you for silly infractions.” Regina watched as the dorm mistress went over to her robe and pulled a small vibe out of the pocket.

“Oh, she has a Guinevere SM.” Kiera whispered to her, “nice little travel vibrator. Not bad for a shower. I was thinking of getting one of those, too.” Regina was still having a bit of a hard time dealing with her roommate’s frankness about masturbation. She shook her head. Dominique got into her already running shower and closed the curtain. “I mean, I’d just use my Cleo after something quick like that, but she’s probably just looking to get off fast.”

“She’s just going to…”

“Do you even need to ask, Reg?” Kiera said. “It’s one of the better places. At least you can pretend it’s private.”

“Whatever…” she muttered. “So, can we go back to our room now and get our shampoo and stuff?”

“You are so lucky you have me as a roommate, lady.” Kiera smirked. “Look, in the shower stalls?” Regina followed where she was pointing. “Bodywash, conditioner, shampoo, shaving gel. Everyone uses the same, everyone smells the same, everyone held to the same standard.”

“You’ve only been here, like, twelve extra hours more than me, how do *you* know all of this?”

“I read the First Year’s FAQ in the student handbook, plus I read the notices posted around the dorm.” Regina frowned. She hadn’t even bothered to look at her school materials since she’d arrived. She’d been so overwhelmed, and not that studious to begin with, that she never got around to it. “Towels are over there. Use as many as you want. Put them in the laundry chute or in the bins at the end of the hall when you’re done. You can put your hair up in a towel to go back to your room, but you still wear your robe in the halls, got it?” Regina nodded, still feeling overwhelmed by all the random intricacies. “I * really* want to brush my teeth,” she pulled her toothbrush from her pocket, “and take a shower.”

“I should have realized that about the shampoo and stuff when we had to use the toothpaste dispensers last night.” Regina said.

“Yeah, they let a few things slip for the first couple of days, and your late arrival didn’t help you at all—I’m assuming you got ready that morning in a private bathroom, used your own toiletries, that sort of thing.” Regina muttered yes. “You can be sure that pretty much everyone on campus has the same clothes, more or less, smells the same, has the same haircuts, all of that…the great equalizer among all us rich and privileged assholes.” She grinned as she heard the dorm mistress start to come in the shower. “Are you okay to wash on your own, or do you need my help for that, too?” Kiera reached out and ran hand over Regina’s chest. “Happy to help…” She winked. Regina blushed, but laughed.

“No, thank you…I think I can manage not to screw that up.” She muttered. “But really, thank you for the help. I mean it.” Kiera nodded and went into a shower stall, a moment later, the water came on, and it prompted Regina to follow her lead.

—-

It didn’t take long to find a rhythm and routine in her new life. Yes, the uniforms were odd, but Miss Stevens was completely correct that *not* having to think about what to wear made life easier. Orientation continued for the rest of the week. She didn’t have any classes, technically, though she did have to meet with her classmates and professors just to learn where the rooms were, go over the syllabuses, know what was expected academically, which turned out to be not too bad, even by Regina’s low standards. Her second day offered a few surprises, especially when she saw students actively engaging in public sex, or sexual activities, at least, in the quad, in the student union, the cafeteria, some of the classroom hallways. It was never outright exhibitionism, but it was clear someone was getting a hand job or a girl was blowing a guy, more so if girl’s panties were around her ankles a guy had his head or hand up her skirt.
The whole student body wasn’t on campus yet, the remaining sophomores, juniors, and seniors weren’t required to arrive until the weekend—though few were trickling in—so it wasn’t *that* much sex. Most of the students were still just trying to get their bearings. After lunch, the fourth day, a guy did approach her, obviously wanting something, but Kiera stepped between them, protecting her, and went down on the guy just outside of the cafeteria. The guy had no problem with the alternative, and Regina stepped away a bit and watched as her roommate took the guy and worked his cock, kneeling on her notebook to not mess up her stockings. He came and she swallowed, making sure nothing dripped on her or him when she was done. He helped her up and whispered something in her ear. She laughed.

“Maybe next week, okay?” She said over her shoulder, walking back over to Regina. “I hope you don’t mind I did that?”

“Uh, no, thank you, I guess.” Regina said, not quite looking her in the eye.

“Oh, don’t give me that. I *know* you’ve given blowjobs before.”

“Not in public, not as dozens of people walked by going to and from the cafeteria.” Regina shook her head. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to act so shocked…but really…I’ve been seeing this all week, but it’s still something I need to get used to. And I *know* you. Um…” She looked at her roommate. “What did he whisper to you?”

“Oh, well, he is into something *I* may be into, and, well, I said *maybe*…but not now…not this week, and no, I’m *not* going to tell you.” She grinned. “Come on, we have to get to library orientation.”

—-

Library orientation turned out to be interesting and confusing in equal measures. The library was huge, one of the largest buildings on campus, an old building with a modern interior. It housed a few computer labs, books or course, study rooms, even a cafe, though you couldn’t take drinks or snacks into the library stacks. The librarian, Mr. Stockly, a tall middle-aged man who seemed built for the part, with combed-back brown hair, white at the temples, glasses, and a three-piece suit, showed her orientation group the facilities, went over the rules, and went through the process of how to find and check out books.

“Of course, you can always seek out library staff if you have any questions,” he added, “but no, we cannot give you credit if you forget to visit the library for your required daily hour. Remember, ladies and gentlemen, once every weekday, no exceptions beyond holidays. I have been assured, extra time in the laundry is no fun for students. The idea is to instill study habits, but should you wish to meet the requirement on the computers or sipping coffee—in the *allowed* areas,” he cautioned, “no one cares, which is one more reason *not* to miss your daily requirement, right?” They were back in the lobby. The library was mostly empty except for staff and another orientation group making the rounds. “Before I end out session, are there any questions?” No one said anything. “Well then, with that, *boys*…”

“Yes, Mr. Stockly,” they all said in unison.

“Please line up shoulder to shoulder and take out your penises.” They all answered yes and did as her asked. Regina watched the whole procession with a confused look on her face. “*Girls*,” they all responded as well, “if you would be so kind as to form a line, at the start of the row. All of the girls did as he asked, Regina stepping behind her roommate near the middle. “You may be wondering, what’s this about? Well, I’ve found, over the years, that the allure of the library is too much for some students. The very idea of engaging in sexual activity, particularly among the books is *terribly* appealing for some reason. So, let me be clear. If you do so, you *will* be caught and punished. If you damage any books…with any fluid…coffee, semen, or otherwise, you will be caught and punished. Now, to remove some of that allure, I’d like you all to proceed down the line, get a good feel of all these strapping young men’s manhood, touch them, stroke them, get them hard,” he looked at the girls, “well, go on…” Regina had never seen a dozen exposed men all at once, and while some of them were hard, or partly hard, most were not. The girl at the front of the line stepped forward and took the guy in her hand, giving him a quick caress. He got stiff, and she moved on to the next, then the next. The second girl followed her lead, and the line Regina was in started moving forward. “It seems an obvious lesson, but there is no *magic* involved, all men *react* the same. The library is no *love* potion…” He droned on. Regina found herself at the front of the line, looking down a line of erect penises. Her roommate, three guys down, glanced back at her. “You get no reward for having sex here…” Regina stepped forward and took the first guy in her hand, his cock hot to her touch, hard in her grip. She lightly stroked the length of him, not looking him the eye, and moved down to the next, longer, another with more girth, one who was surprisingly big, and she kept going until she reached the end. “Just sex…just flesh…” Mr. Stockly said.

“Oh…! Oh no!” The last girl in line stepped back as a guy started to come on her uniform.

“It almost always happens.” Mr. Stockly said with a sigh, stepping forward. Nothing to be ashamed about, gentlemen. I’m sure some of these ladies are *quite* proficient with their hands. Now, Miss…” He waved his phone in the girl’s direction, “*Jennifer*…well, since you’ve already taken the brunt of it, would you mind finishing off the rest, that way they can all share the cleaning bill?” Regina watched the girl’s face twitch, but she nodded, and moved back to the front of the line, taking the first guy’s cock in hand and jerking him off in earnest. “Now, all of you can say you’ve had sex in the library, yes? So, I expect to hear no more it for the next four years.” They stood there and watched as the girl made each guy come in turn, her uniform getting progressively streaked with come until, by the end, it was dripping off her. Almost twenty minutes had passed, and the girl’s arm had to have been burning with exhaustion, Regina thought to herself. The librarian finally dismissed them all, and Regina followed her roommate out of the building with the others. A minute later, the come-covered girl walked out of the double-doors, frowning and shaking her head as she looked down at herself.

“Hey, Jennifer, was it?” Kiera called out. The girl walked over to them, and Regina got a good look at what a mess she was, semen on her blazer, blouse, skirt, stockings, even her shoes.

“What do you want?”

“I was just wondering if you need a wipe?”

“Oh, fuck you!” The girl said.

“I was being serious. For your hands, at least?” Kiera said, holding one out.

“No…” The girl sighed. “It wouldn’t do any good. I have half a mind to go to the rest of orientation like this,” she plucked at the hem of her skirt, “but I don’t need someone taking it as an invitation to add more to the mix. Ugh, my sister told me Mr. Stockly was an asshole…he does this…makes this happen in each and every orientation class.”

“You sister is an alum?” Regina asked.

“Twin sister, she’s around her somewhere,” she waved an arm to the campus, “probably *not* covered in spunk, but her best friend from high school was the target last year. Rumor has it Stockly likes watching the show, likes seeing the surprise when one of the guys finally blows his load, and really likes it when one of us—me, in this case—becomes the spark bitch. Honestly, why can’t these weird fuckers just try to have sex with us like a *normal* person…?” She started walking away but looked back. “Thanks for the offer…” She said and continued down the sidewalk.

“Speaking of random encounters,” Kiera said, “aren’t you supposed to go track down some dorm mistress after your meeting with Even Stevens?”

“Ugh…” Regina groaned. “I forgot. All of this is so distracting.”

“I tell you what distracted me, that guy with the big cock near the end of the line. He was as big as my vibrator”

“Kiera, is that all you ever think about?” Regina sighed. “No, forget I said that…we just gave a dozen guys half a handjob…what the hell are we supposed to think of?”

“Fix.”

“What?” Regina asked, confused.

“Say ‘what the fix’, not ‘what the hell’. No one says that except nutjobs and Covenant Amish…and they’re not too different, in my opinion.”

“Wait, there are Amish?” Regina asked.

“*Covenant* Amish…you’re from Pennsylvania, aren’t you? I asked you this the other day. They live like it’s the years of pre-technology or close enough…shitty clothes, no machines…they, um, what’s the thing where they put their hands together and kneel?”

“Praying.”

“Uh, yeah, they pray a lot.” Kiera said. “They say god, hell, that sort of thing…I saw an old movie with Harrison Ford…so, you know—crackers—you sound like you’re Covenant Amish.”

“Well, I’m not…”

“Yeah, no shit, Reg. I mean, I have no idea *what* the fuck you are, but no shit…”

**End Part 4**

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