He tapped and whispered “open the door” well I had wanted to experience man sex so I thought here goes.I unbolted my door and he gently pushed it ...pen…. The man was late 50s or early 60s, slim with short greasy hair and glasses, he looked like a bank worker or accountant in a tweed suit “oh fuck… very nice” he said, then he reached out and touched my cock, god it felt good….. “what do you like he said?” I didn’t know what to say so I started stroking his cock…. Then I thought well I want to. She was wearing sneakers, jeans and a kind of ragged tee-shirt. Hair cut crazy; hadn't been washed, at least not today. She didn't look happy, but that may have been her natural expression.We waited a while, then a woman came out."Anne Stilwell, Mary Travis?"We went in and took the seats she indicated. She sat behind her desk."I'm Magdeline Hubert, Dean of Women. I'll come right to the point."University rules prohibit noisy gatherings and disorderly behavior in the dormitories. I have had a. Pulling my breasts really hard drawing them apart away from my chest. Faster and faster, harder and harder he fucked me. Then I came, shouting obscenities at the top of my voice and collapsed forward, well and truly fucked.That wasn’t the end of it, his cock replaced by a willing substitute. Same again fucking my now tender arse but I was loving it. On and on until another orgasm and arse overflowing with cum. Then another cock, when would it end. More fucking and yet another orgasm, this was. We lay there, with Amanda on top of me, held tightly with my legs, my arms holding her neck loosely. Amanda squirmed beneath me but I held her just tightly enough to keep her from escaping.I whispered in her ear, “If you stop squirming for a minute maybe this thing will shrink and I’ll let you up. I don’t particularly want to...” and I stopped, quite completely at a loss for words.“And you don’t want to showcase your manhood?” she whispered back. “Let me sit up and you can try to talk your way.