Relax and enjoy life

The thing about sharing a suite with a nympomanaic — well, actually two nymphos, to be honest — is that the passage of time becomes a blurry series of half-remembered images, that just happen to occur in between the never-ending sessions of sex. After dumping a load in Kendra, you collapsed on the bed, and half listened as the girls prattled away about this and that.... The next thing you knew, you were awakened by the sensation of Sarah shoving your already-hard cock into her twat. How much time you had been asleep, you don’t know, but the only thing that mattered to your horny suitemate was that your cock was available when she needed it.

How you managed to get to class over the next couple of days is a mystery to you. You think you got more sleep in the lecture halls than in your own room. In fact, you know that’s the case. When you got back to your room after the next class, for example, you walked in to the sight of Kendra using a strap-on dildo to fuck Sarah doggy-style. You asked where she got it, and Sarah just laughted and said that she’s been collecting sex toys since she was thirteen.

You watched your girlfriend plow her roommate, and you marveled at how it was possible for you to get so horny from watching a girl with a cock. When she finally brought Sarah to a full climax, Sarah begged Kendra to use the strapon on you, but you drew the line and said you were content to have the only dick in use whenever you are part of the ballgame.

One night you thought you were actually going to get some sleep. The three of you had been hard at it since 4:00 that afternoon, making use of a sex game Sarah downloaded on her phone. It had you doing every conceivable sexual position, including many you had never heard of. One of them had you standing on your head, with your body against the wall, and Kendra holding your legs to keep you from falling, while she gobbled your shaft. Feeling her tongue on the top of your cock was a new experience, and the added headiness of all the blood flowing to your brain made the ensuing orgasm nearly result in the loss of consciousness.

With all of the sexual frenzy, you can probably be forgiven for losing track of time. When you finished your last class on Friday, you return to your room, wondering if you should just plan on having pizza delivered this weekend so you don’t have to worry about putting on clothes. The door to the girls’ room is slightly ajar, so you go to it.

You look up and down the hallway and do not see anyone. You toy with the idea of quickly dropping your pants so you can jump into the room and surprise them, showing that you’re already prepared for the weekend’s marathon sexcapade.