As a result, I'm not exactly what you would imagine as the stereotypical athlete. But my upper-80s fastball and filthy changeup, coupled with the fact...that I'm a lefty landed me a partial scholarship to a fairly small Division 1 school near my small hometown. My 6 foot, 1 inch, 235 pound frame in my late teens earned me a a couple funny, but appropriate, nick names. The main one that stuck with me was The Hefty Lefty. I've never been much to look at and my 5 and a half inch dick isn't the most. Lizards, snakes, iguanas. Dogs and cats were too needy, too time consuming. People were like that, too. He never really cared for them either. Sure, he had some sexual experiences when he was younger, but it was because that's what everyone else was doing. He was a fan of the female body, but not in the way other men were. He appreciated its form, its curves, its texture, more like an artist appreciates a beautiful painting or a sonnet. But in real encounters, it always seemed to dissapoint. I kept it there absorbing the as much as I could of this first moment of my cock in a real pussy, I closed my eyes, rest both my hands on Shalini Ma’am’s soft round buttocks, leaned my head back and kept on saying “Oh my god, this is incredible, this is incredible, this is incredible” Then with a slow forward and back jerking movements of her hips Shalini Ma’am reminded me that the this was not a moment to just leave the cock inside a wet pussy but to fuck, to thrust, to go in and out and in. I moved down to her chin then to her neck. She was aroused by my moves and when I lightly bite her on her neck she moaned in pleasure and pain. To keep her quite lip locked her again this time more passionately, voting her lips lightly, playing with her tongue.Now it was time to move down again. From her neck to the cleavage. She resisted a little bit but I was no mood to stop there. I kissed her firm breasts from above the clothes. I raised her top and kissed her on the navel and gasped.She.