Sex Academy (Part 2 - Moving In)

I had been so excruciatingly horny when I applied to the Sex Academy. My nipples were hard, my breathing labored, my pussy pulsating, dripping, begging for someone to come eat her up. Unfortunately, there was never a way to get off at my house with my parents home all the time.

There had been several nights where I snuck out with the few boyfriends and girlfriends I had in high school, but it never went past making out, grinding, and moaning into each other’s lips in the dark of night. I had never orgasmed before.

How could I? There was no way to get toys, and fingering myself just wasn’t enough. I never bothered watching porn. What use would that be? I would just get more sexually frustrated.

All this pent up sexual energy meant that I was constantly wet, longing for someone to eat me out and pound me. I couldn’t wait to moan so loud and not care if anyone heard. I couldn’t wait to be fucked, to be ravished, to cum so hard my whole body would shake.

The Sex Academy was mostly disguised as “a higher learning institute for human sexuality and psychology”. However, you’d soon find out like I did that it’s really a place to learn how to fuck, and to be fucked.

You really can get several degrees from there, but that’s obviously not the main attraction. Former students tell of lustful teachers who are willing to sleep with naughty schoolchildren to raise their grades, curriculum that’s comprised of porn and vibrators, and rigorous homework that involves writing essays about your experiences being tied to a board and being penetrated by multiple upperclassmen. There’s something for everyone. It’s anyone’s and everyone’s wet dream.

My pussy was aching in anticipation from the moment I received the acceptance letter. On the flight there, with a blanket over me, I played with my nipples and dipped my fingers into my pussy. No one was the wiser, and I continued to tease myself the entire trip.

Now that I’m in my dorm room, I am told that my roommates won’t arrive for a few more hours. I gladly lock the door and try out my new sex toys. I have a whole bag of them. Dildos so big I’m not sure how they’ll ever fit inside of me. Vibrators with twenty different settings of speeds and pulsations. Anal beads and plugs that I’m not ready to try just yet. Handcuffs and chains and gags and nipple clamps and a chastity belt that I know I will use with my future sex obsessed peers. I end up humping a stiff pillow on the bed, and only plateau, like always. Though I don’t cum, my pussy juices soak through my panties and wet the pillowcase. I quickly change the pillowcase, strip my underwear, and take a quick shower.

As I’m drying myself, there’s a knock at the door. I quickly change into a strapless top and shorts and I go to greet my roommates.

There are three of them, and all of them seem to know one another.

A straight haired girl who is blessed with curves and she knows it. Her hard nipples poke through the red lacy bra she wears, and a short black skirt barely conceals her perfect ass. “I’m Mai. Nice to meet you.”

A tall muscular boy whose hair flops over his eyes in a way that I find so cute. As kind as his face looks, his arms are tanned and strong. I bet he could hold me by the neck and fuck me with ease. “A freshman, huh? I’m Caleb.”

A sexy black haired girl with bedroom eyes is the last to enter. Her legs are so long and fuckable I have to force myself to look at her face. The dominatrix vibes I get from her are undeniable. She licks her lips and looks me up and down. “Hey, I’m Audrey.” Her voice is turning me on and I already know I want to go down on her.

They close the door behind them and drop their bags.

“I’m guessing you’re not freshmen.” I say. I’m not sure what my housing situation would be, but three hot upperclassmen was not it.

“Oh we’re juniors” Caleb says with a smirk. “We always room together and get assigned a fourth. We got lucky this year with you.”

I must look confused because Mai explains, “We love rooming with underclassmen. You’re all so cute and innocent.”

“And we can’t wait to take your virginity.” Audrey says, studying my face, as if waiting for me to correct her.

When I don’t respond, Caleb’s eyes widen. “Damn!” he exclaims. “She is a virgin!”

“Well I didn’t come here for nothing!” I say defensively.

“Relax,” Mai says, “He doesn’t mean anything by it. Come on, let’s unpack.”

Setting up the room takes a surprisingly long time, and we’re all exhausted by the end of it. As there are only three beds, Mai and Caleb share, and Audrey and I each have our own bed.

Caleb flops on his back on the bed to my left and let’s out a groan. Hot. Even if he is just tired. He turns on his side to look at me, perched on my bed in the middle. “So freshman. You into guys or girls or what?”

“I go both ways.” I say.

“Nice.” He says, falling back to rest. “Same.”

Because he looks like he’s about to fall asleep, I ask Audrey my first question. “Why are there only three beds if there are always four people to a room?”

She looks up from some magazines advertising writhing men and women. “Administration likes people forming pairs of two, at the very least.”

“How does that help anyone?”

“Well, it helps the students to not be horny messes all the time,” looking at me knowingly. “Better concentration, more graduates. And more people talking about the amazing sex they had here.”

“Do people really drop out?” I ask. I can’t understand why anyone would ever want to leave.

“Some people do. They came here thinking that they would be able to handle having sex all the time, everyday. When they finally started doing it, they realized they weren’t actually that horny. Even having sex a couple times a week isn’t enough to stay ahead here.”

“What? You get graded on how much sex you have?” I ask.

“Not exactly. For example, freshmen year you have to write a lot and study masturbation and sex for some of your classes. You need a constant stream of new experiences. Whether that’s new partners or toys or positions or places. It’s key to learn about yourself and as many partners as possible because everyone has different preferences.”

She lets me mull over this and turns to her phone and a pair of earbuds. She types in a search bar, and loud moaning sounds come from her phone. “Oh whoops.” Audrey plugs in her earbuds and settles back. She glances over at me, watching her. “Porn every night, baby!”

I get a glance at the screen. Lesbian porn. It doesn’t necessarily mean that she’s into girls, but based on the way she was looking at me this morning, it’s a good sign.

Mai comes back from the bathroom and cuddles up with Caleb.

Audrey looks over at me. “Oh yeah. One more piece of advice. If you’re a prude, you better get used to people fucking and jacking off all around you.”