It might seem surprising, but I was technically still a virgin when I went to university, not out of prudishness, but because I hadn’t yet met a man...with whom I wished to share the almost sacred pleasure of penetrative sexual intercourse. Lesbianism and bisexuality were hardly talked about in those more innocent days, but I did enjoy evenings with two or three other girls of my age when we masturbated each other, and once or twice pleasured each other orally. This was when I discovered that. His fingers were the size of my wrists and his hands were covered in thick black hair. It looked more like the hand of a beast than of a man. I pushed back into my seat trying to create distance between us. I felt the massive hand rest on my knee and the fingers wrap themselves around. I watched in shock as his other hand wrapped around my other leg and then start spreading them. As hard as I tried to hold my legs together I was offering no resistance to his powerful arms. He spread my legs so. She told me to pretend lots of horny boys werewatching me. I was trained how to flip my hair. And I walked andwalked and walked for two hours that first day while she called me apathetic wimp and a faggot and a cumslut always laughing and teasingme. After first period she made me lift my skirt and when she saw Iwas still leaking precum from my cage she made me bend over theteachers desk and whipped me hard 20 times. She told me that if I wasgonna wet my panties like a little baby girl then. She started classes. She was not as expert in the subject as my earlier instructor but just ok. But her way of presenting was appreciable. She didn’t consider me as a student and behaved just like a friend. While I was doing on system, she often come close and sat on the hand rest of the chair.Manju always wore modern dresses and they fit her well. When she comes close to me I could feel a sweet smell of jasmine spray. Slowly I began attracted to her. Whenever she bends down to look at computer.