Yes, this time around.

Slowly, really slowly, Chester nods. "My room." he says brusquely, and leads you down the stairs. Since he's a junior, he is housed on level -3, and his room number - also announced on his choker - is 309-2.

And then you are at his room. As you enter, you see a regular dorm room, with three regular beds: one in Chester's maroon-brown, and two others in a dull grey and a pitch black. There is also a guy there, sitting at a dull grey desk, clad in a dull grey bathrobe and with dull grey hair. The pitch-black inhabitant is absent.

"Wow, hey! Emcey!" Says the guy at the desk, standing up and coming to embrace you. "Glad you came here! Looking for good old John?"

You squint and wiggle out of his arms as he grabs your ass. "Nope! Chester invited me to have a little fun." You check his eyes and realize that he has matching dull grey eyes. If your current theory is right, that means you had sex with him before? He is a buff, tall guy, and you don't think he looks bad. But you came here to deflower Chester, and you are in no mood to turn on him. "So, like... Do I know you?"

The guy, presumably 'John', looks dejected. "I'm John? Ummerburn? We slept with each other last week?"

"Yeah, maybe." you wave him off and smile widely towards Chester, who has paled and looks like he wants to run out of his own dorm room. "Come Chester, how do you like it?" You wiggle your hips to encourage him.

Chester's eyes swivel between John and yourself. And then it happens: a grin manifests on Chester's face, and his chest puffs up a little. "Oh, I'm a gentleman! Let's get to know each other a bit, and then you can ride me."

"But..." John stammers, clutching the book he has read at the desk.

"Audience is no problem for me." you say quickly. "I'm totally okay."

Chester grins even wider, and climbs out of his maroon swimsuit. "Same for me. Suit yourself, John."

And so it happens: you both sit on Chester's bed, and begin exploring each other's bodies. You begin by swooning over his body and stroking his rather nice muscles, while he pays a lot of attention to your breast and hips. It takes quite some time until his index finger finds your wet snatch, and you reward him by touching his big erect member with your little finger. He is also ready. Your fingers circle smoothly around his cock for a while, but he doesn't get any stiffer. Then he inserts a second finger. You squeal a bit, and then gently push him down on his matress.

"Is my ass too big?" You ask him innocently as you swing your buttocks around for him to see.

"Huh? No... ahhhh..." he answers, as you sit on Chester's chest and give his member a good lick. He grabs your proffered ass and begins to squeeze it. He is a bit rough, but passionate. And so you quickly finish licking his penis, and shuffle down to impale yourself on his dick. Your hands have measured his length as about 17 cm or so - for your journal - but now you want to see how these centimeters feel inside yourself. Your own snatch is wet and bothered enough to just let him slip inside you. One moment, you're hovering over him. The next, he yells out a "yaaah!" and a glorious cock is stuck inside you. He doesn't fill you completely, but well enough that you feel totally satisfied.

And then he holds your by your butt and thrusts his pelvis upwards. You let out a scream and automatically begin to move in harmony with his thrusts, riding him good. Within seconds, the two of you find your fucking rhythm, letting out raw screams together. This is so good. Your buttcheeks are firm in Chester's hands, and you let yourself go, and get absorbed in universal bliss.

Chester is struggling to hold himself in, and then you feel his hot semen fill your hole. It hasn't been long. He shudders and stops thrusting. But you like how he still feels big inside you, and you work your pussy-muscles to signal him to not stop. You continue the ride, and bless Chester... it doesn't take him more than a few seconds to get the clue. Although you feel how his member has gotten limper, you keep fucking, and the rewards are wonderful: his still big dick gives you a nice body-and-soul-moving orgasm. And then another. And another. You are screaming all on your own now, with Chester grunting and panting to keep up.

Then a third hand sneaks up on your tit, and in shock you open your eyes to see John Underbum, or whatever his name was. He is licking his lips, touching your chest and freezes as he notices you are looking at him. His other hand is working with a bulge under his swimsuit.