I met a teacher in college, a man of nature, who likes to drink and play soccer, more than a dozen years older than us but looks like our peers almost, play and we are similar, so do not quite take him as a teacher, but he did not teach me. I met him when I was a freshman in college, coincidentally, we both bought CDs near the school, and then we talked, and then we went to his dormitory at school, because he is a classical music enthusiast, so the dormitory has two sets of pretty good stereo, we played the newly bought CDs to listen, watching the sunset, chatting blindly, he is the type I like, but I do not know his intentions. The second time we met he invited me to dinner, we talked happily, he took me back to his dorm, we kissed in the music, he grabbed my hand and put it on his penis, the intention was already obvious. I went to the shower, he wanted to wash with me, I was embarrassed, then he came in the bathroom, I helped him rub body lotion on the body, stroking his stiff penis, (at that time the penis is still regarded by me as a strange thing, very ugly) he rubbed my breasts with his hands, nipples were hard and painful by him, I can not remember the details, I remember his erect penis standing in the water looking at me, I chick generally shaking waiting for his I remember that he was standing in the water with his penis erect, looking at me.
He was the second man to have sex with me. The first one I can’t remember very well now. At that time I had little experience, but I was eager, still had a good impression of men, and could not distinguish between love and sex. I lay with him in the beautiful music, began to fuck, I seem to help him suck for a while, very inexperienced, his body is very strong, very masculine, he should be able to feel my sexual experience is not rich, when he inserted his penis into my vagina I still feel a little pain, really not much has been fucked, but a lot of water, we changed positions a lot, because we did almost two hours, he are I remember when it was almost dawn, he finally ejaculated and we were both lying in the blanket, with his arm around me and my head on his arm, and he asked me: How many times did you have an orgasm? I then passed out and woke up, I saw half of the teacher’s body outside the quilt, cold, his arm still pillowed under my head, I said how you do not cover it, he said to see me sleeping too well afraid to move, so freezing for several hours. The next day, he saw that I was too sleepy to go to class and let me sleep again. Then he also had a class, so he got up and went to class. (This shows how unreliable both my teacher and I are)
This is the longest I’ve ever done, I really thought men had sex for so long, the teacher later said it was the longest he had, the reason is not clear.
I think if I met the teacher a few years later, when I was more experienced, I would serve the teacher well, our sexual experience will be more enjoyable, but now we have scattered in the sea of people, each to the end of the world.
