Transcoding: The Poor Boy Without Knowledge (poolboy)
Every time I see teacher-student adult literature, it’s always hard on my heart, although I know that some of it is just a boy’s sexual fantasy about his teacher, but every time it brings back memories. Because my first time, is to a female teacher, and that experience, is the most dramatic part of my life.
Sometimes I think about her at night. When I fuck another woman, I often fantasize that I am penetrating her vagina, not very tight, but very slippery. Rubbing her clit, kissing her slightly sagging, but soft and hot tits. It’s true.
I first bumped into her during my first year of college. She was the homeroom teacher, and she introduced herself as originally a dancer, then she hurt her leg and came to the university.
The first thing that struck me was her whiteness, the vein-baring white skin of a Southern woman; then her proportions. She was a bit shy, which is quite strange, as she is a married woman. Later, I realized that a woman who is married and is still twisted is a woman whose husband has not yet “opened” her. She is almost thirty years old, thin waist, thin feet, it appears that the breasts and buttocks especially protruding. The funny thing is, the first day I met her, I dreamed of her semen at night, and it was all over the bedding.
She seemed to be looking at me in a special way, and later she told me that it was my athlete’s physique that attracted her, and also because I was always staring at her.
The first opportunity came out of the blue when we took a group spring trip to swim at a reservoir. I got tired after swimming for a while and returned to the woods where I kept my clothes. I suddenly heard a movement next to me, it was behind a big rock, so I walked over and froze, and saw it was her. She was changing her clothes with a towel around her, and when she saw me, she seemed a little panicked, and somehow, her clothes fell off in a flash. To be honest, I didn’t see anything, I only saw a white mass, with two red spots on her chest and a bit of black on her crotch, so I turned around in a hurry.
She didn’t scream or move.
I was quite scared at the dinner in the evening. But when she saw me, she seemed to be fine and asked me if I was tired of swimming.
When I got back to school, the pictures of the play were washed and everyone gathered around to look at them. I arrived late and stood at the end of the pile, she was also later, crowded to see. Suddenly, I felt two hot, soft things on my back sticking to me and moving back and forth. I didn’t realize what it was, but when I turned around, I realized it was her breasts. However, she was talking as if nothing was wrong, still pressed against me, and I kind of understood.
Our first contact was a fight I had because of soccer, she asked me to come to the department office at night to talk. When I got to the office, she was alone, she locked the door first, then suddenly hit me with her hand, and while hitting me, she said, “You’re a child who doesn’t know what’s going on, you’re fighting with someone, and if you’re broken, how much it will hurt others!” Then she cried.
I understood and wrapped my arms around her and couldn’t resist kissing her, and we did so haphazardly.
Her tongue was small and sharp and cool. We kissed for half a day and my cock started to get hard, but, having never fucked a woman before, I didn’t know what to do, so I kept kissing and kissing until my tongue hurt.
She suddenly pushed me away, sighed and said: “How can we be like this, we are teachers and students ah! I know you like me, I also like you. However, our relationship can only be limited to above the neck.”
I asked, “What’s above the neck?”
She blushed and said, “You just can’t touch your head.”
I was instantly awakened, so I hugged her and touched her breasts. She sighed and said, “Gently.”
I kissed a woman’s breasts for the first time, she was breastfeeding a child, a little sagging, but the skin is very tender, blue veins are through. I gripped the nipple nibble, she gradually can not stand, said: “Let’s go to the bench!” She closed her eyes and grunted.
I kept licking, but I still didn’t know what to do. She woke up a while later, stared at me and said, “This is as far as we go, I can’t apologize to my husband.”
Suddenly I got bold and teased her, saying, “Your daughter kissed your tits too, so I don’t feel sorry for him, do I?”
She froze, then said, “That can’t move the lower half of your body, that’s my husband’s.” That reminded me, and I touched her legs.
Her legs were so beautiful that when I touched them, she shook like a cramp and said in a shaky voice, “You can’t touch there.”
I just remembered that I’ve peeked at medical books and always wondered what a beautiful woman’s looks like.
At this point, I went to tug on her panties, but she desperately refused to let me. When I touched a handful of her crotch’s wetness, she pulled her panties up again. It was at this point that I couldn’t help but cum, in my pants.
Annoyed and ashamed, I sat down. She looked at me, suddenly also hard to get up. So she said to me, “Why don’t I let you touch it.”
She leaned back hesitantly and removed her panties, but still clenched her legs. She didn’t have much pubic hair and it was light in color. I reached out and went to feel between her legs, and honestly, it was so wet that I just felt slippery.
She started humming again and shaking. But I still don’t understand what to do.
She struggled and said, “You can only touch it with your hand! That can’t go in.”
At this time, my cock suddenly hard, so I climbed up her body, want to stick in. She desperately resisted, saying, “Touching is not yet sorry for your husband, but you can’t stick it in.”
After a few minutes of struggle, she finally blinked and spread her legs. To be honest, I didn’t know exactly where she was, but, for one thing, she was so slippery there; for another, she had given birth after all, so I plunged into her vagina in one go, and both of us froze at once.
She cried again, but, soon, she was clinging to me with a death grip. Her pussy wasn’t very tight, but it was slippery and watery. I didn’t quite know how to pump it, so I just pushed it dead center.
Slowly, she laughed and said badly, “You’re such a child, move!” I then began to pump up.
I remember that it was already very late, the office building was quiet, I could hear my cock in and out of her little “plopping” sound. It was really because I had just ejaculated, so I thrust hard and kept thrusting for a long time before ejaculating.
When I was about to ejaculate, I remembered that I had talked about pregnancy in my physiology and hygiene class and wanted to pull out, but she hugged me tightly and said, “It’s okay, I’ve got a ring on, so feel free to ejaculate into it!”
I had a problem later on, I don’t like to wear condoms when I fuck women, really, just because of this. I feel like wearing a condom is just like masturbation, I like to get water on my dick and take off my pants and stick it in.
At that time young and strong, not bragging, immediately hard, and then dry, the more dry the bottom of the more numb, endless. Later, she said: “I can’t, have to go home.” Pushed me away, this time we realized, even her lewd water and my semen, smeared a large piece of the couch, even her ass is wet, we are busy looking for paper to wipe.
We were hugging and she was like a little girl. She told me that her husband’s penis was not very good, and that it never got completely hard, but always came half-softly, and then ejaculated after a few strokes. The day she met me, she got wet somehow. I told her I had a wet dream at night and we both laughed.
We started fucking every chance we got, let’s say in the school library. She wore a ring so it was easy to just pull down her panties and start thrusting. It was crazy at that time, nothing could go in my head but her redness .
Our honeymoon was when her husband went south to work on a project, she sent her daughter back to her mother’s house, and I went to her place every day. At this time, she got a not very clear videotape yellow tape from somewhere, and we learned from it. She started licking my cock and I started licking her pussy, often getting our faces sticky. I began to study her closely, and she had the kind of convex pussy that you have to spread out to see the opening of the vagina and the labia minora. Her vagina was pink and soft, and I liked to probe my tongue in a little bit, and then slowly stir it in the vagina.
We spent the whole day naked one day, just cuddling, waking up, fucking, and going to sleep when we were tired. That’s the day I set my own record by doing it seven times!
She started talking dirty, and I asked her, “Do I fuck you good?” And she kept yelling, “Yes, it’s great.” I asked her again, “Where was it good?” She hesitated and said, “Yes. You’re killing me! “Yes. You’re fucking me to death.
Come on… fuck me harder… fuck me to death… I’m dying… just a few more strokes… fuck me to death.”
I pinched her nipples hard and fucked her hard underneath, and she yelled, “Fuck me hard… Fuck me to death! You’ve kind of opened me up…”
The next day in the shower, she leaned back and smiled for me to see, I also laughed, her and the crotch of a large area are red and swollen, turned, she said: “Look at what you have done, to fuck me hurt.”
I really hurt her, so I leaned over and licked her little meat hole, and she grunted and said, “Do it again!”
I said: “You will hurt, right?” She frowned and said: “I didn’t give you when I was a virgin, and I didn’t give you before I gave birth, and now it’s swollen and probably quite tight, so you can taste how tight I feel.”
I inserted it, and it was really tight. She frowned in pain, but, still embraced me and said: “You do it hard! Don’t hurt me, thrust hard.”
My cock was comfortable for a while and I shot inside her. When the semen flowed out, with blood, obviously broke her vaginal opening. However, she was quite happy, while taking a towel to wipe and said: “baby, you see, I am a big virgin, let you fuck open. You can’t blame me! There is blood!”
I was in the mood again, so I thrust in again, but this time she said with a bitter face, “Don’t thrust in, I know you’re good. Just soak it in, okay?” We soaked for a long time.
Now that I think about it, I really loved her. She is the woman I miss the most in my life, want to plug in, and soft and wet, what position she is willing to do, after drying always get some good food to me. She is also the most attached to me, sometimes, I like a grandfather like to sit on the stool, beckon, she can come over, unzip pants, my cock in the mouth, slowly lick.
I had the perfect sex life, but I slowly became unsatisfied again when I saw other classmates walking around holding the hands of young girls. I suddenly felt that I was actually letting her fool me, she was a woman of that age and she wanted to possess me for life, I wasn’t going to do it! I began to torture her, the worst was love to kiss and print hard on her body, especially under her breasts and on her ass. Finally, it was given to her husband to know, from the marks on her body of course.
No one expected her adulterer to be a student, and she refused to talk about it. Slowly, she couldn’t stay in school.
The last time we were together was in the school’s radio room, we had a date, and she was very haggard at this time. I remember how bad I was, I came up and pulled down her pants, looked at her little meat hole, and cruelly asked her, “Do you still let your husband into this hole?” She didn’t say a word, just licked my cock, and when she was done, she came up and put her cock in her hole.
I held her down and fucked her hard, and when I was done, she cried and leaned into my arms and told me that she wanted me to drop out of school and said that if we went south together, she would be willing to be with me, and she didn’t want any title. When I get old and I don’t want to fuck her, I can find another one. She said she was willing to watch me get married and have children, and was willing to help me bring up my children. I thought the woman was crazy, didn’t answer, and then fucked again.
In the end, she finally despaired, and when she was about to dress, she suddenly said, “I will never love anyone else in my life, and I love you most of all, and I regret that I didn’t meet you when I was a girl. My husband has touched me all over my body, I want you to have anal sex with me once, no one has touched that place yet.”
I’ve fucked an asshole once in my life, and that was the other night. She got herself quite wet there with spit and then puckered her ass and waited. She had a particularly white, peach-shaped ass, and her tiny asshole was slightly turned over with a few hairs next to it. To be honest, I hesitated for a moment before slowly thrusting in. It was extra tight and a bit astringent, and she grinned in pain. I fucked hard for a while as if I were venting, and when I was done cumming, I stopped caring about her.
I still remember how she left in disappointment, her ass seemed to hurt a little, and she left with her legs wide open. Later she left the country, I still remember she sent me a letter, the letter said: “My whole life, I can never find such harmony, so comfortable to fuck, you also can not find so comfortable to let you fuck the woman.”
She was right, I often fantasize about her when I’m fucking other women now, her pretty face, her soft, smooth tits, her big light brown nipples, her bulging pink ones, and the way she trembles and squirms around. There were times when feeling uninspired by the woman next to her made me want her even more. I think of her screaming “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I wonder if she’ll see this? If she sees it, she’ll know it’s me.