Before having sex I already masturbated, supposedly doing so makes you get to know your body and when the time comes to

Before having sex I already masturbated, supposedly doing so makes you get to know your body and when the time comes to have sex, it will be pleasurable and the best thing in the world. On the one hand it is true, on the other it is not, I did not know my body, nor did I know in which position I could reach orgasm, etc. What I can comment on is that after my first time, I began to see what my vagina was like. I don't know if many people think the same as me, but sometimes when I masturbate I simply want a penis in my vagina, and that's why I could say that I have become addicted to self-satisfaction, and I have found many ways to do it. On the first Thursday of the last semester at the university, I took a class around 8 P.M., one of those classes where the professor talks from his elbows and knees. I remember that I was sitting in the right corner next to the window, I had the feeling that someone was watching me, I don't know if this has happened to you. To my good surprise I meet this white-skinned boy, somewhat plump, not very, with a shaved head, he was looking at me. Well, I didn't think at the time that I was remembering him, so I overlooked it. The worst thing was that our gazes would meet every second, we would look at each other for a while, the teacher would say something and I would look away. We spent the first hour of class playing that game, until I tried to make signs to him and see if he would talk to me. My first mimicry was: the teacher does speak, which he responded with a smile and something else that I will never understand, but my passion killed me. After that I didn't pay much attention to him, sometimes I looked at him and laughed, other times I pretended to be important. I thought that at the end of class he would talk to me, but that wasn't the case. The funny thing about the case, and what many of you are waiting for, was the following. When he went his way, and I went mine, I started to think about what it would be like to have sex with him. We were at my house, I was in the kitchen preparing something, suddenly he stands behind me and kisses my neck, my skin crawls, including my nipples. He sticks to me so I can feel the hard erection he has, I decide that I want to play with him, so I raise my ass and squeeze it on his cock in a soft and sensual way. His penis is getting bigger, more appetizing, I turn around, I kiss him, I put my tongue in to play with his, I take the opportunity to firmly grab his penis with my hand, I masturbate him over his clothes. He grabs me by the buttocks and lifts me onto the kitchen counter. He puts his hand up my skirt and starts playing with my slit over my panties. While I'm thinking about all that, I get home with a wet pussy, but I need a shower. Of course I would love to touch myself in the bathroom, to orgasm under a hot shower, but I don't really like it. I showered and went out to eat something after changing. Late into the night, I kept thinking about him. I barely met him that day and that made it more exciting. After everyone went to bed, I entered the room, turned on the fan, and began to slowly undress, as if he were doing it. I lowered the straps of my pink blouse, the loose one used for sleeping, leaving my large, fleshy breasts in the air. He grabbed my right breast and put it into his mouth without help, he sucked it, he sucked it, he tried to get milk, he moaned like crazy. In reality I was touching my nipples, making circles, making them hard. I took the same one he took, into my mouth. I sucked on it a little and played with my tongue. I was very wet, excited, I took off my panties, and got on the bed. I continued to make my brown nipples hard. I lowered my hand to my clit and squeezed it with my fingers. I couldn't stand the lust, I put a finger in, I started moving on the bed, I kept moving, I was horny. I got on all fours, with my left hand I stretched my buttock to one side to open my anus, that gave me tremendous pleasure, the other was still playing with my vaginal opening. I lay on my back, and continued stretching my anus, more and more while I masturbated. I looked for my pillow and put it between my legs, I masturbated while I imagined that it was the one on top of me. The morbidity was growing, it increased more, it was delicious... I kept imagining that his penis was the best of all and the orgasm came without knocking on the door. Spasms ran through my body, overcoming me, I convulsed, as he thrust my finger in faster and opened my anus wider. I ended up defeated. The air was filled with the smell of sex, of lust. I was lying on the bed like an orphan, breathing deeply. My leg muscles are still sore from the exercise. After filling my air sacs with oxygen, I put on my clothes and discovered that my ears were blocked thanks to the orgasm. Only at that moment did I realize how excited I was. After that moment, I decided to conquer him, although I think he had a girlfriend, I don't know, but I do remember that the day I saw him again he was wearing a somewhat low-cut blouse and a miniskirt, nothing happened, we just talked and got together to fill out some questions in class, then he didn't do anything else.