When I entered the university, I tried to join the student union to train myself. In middle school, I had to study hard for the entrance exam, but in college, I had to learn more than just books. I didn’t get into the school student council, and I was rejected in the interview. In the end, I was hired by my college’s student council. The president of our college’s student council is a senior, I won’t tell you her name. She was four years older than me. Her looks are really not complimentary, fat face with small eyes and a long nose, let me have the association of a sow. And her figure is not good, not tall, some fat. Butt is also very big, walking ass a shake a shake.
Commenting on her looks, I actually respect her. College student union interview she is the main examiner, I stammered after answering the question is depressed this time again to be brushed down, she actually nodded: “hired, when the president of the assistant it”. I was so excited that I screamed “Good Sister!” on the spot.
At 9pm on the second day of my interview to join the student council, I received a text message from the president telling me to “come to the student council office at the college right away for something”. Hehe, I’m going to work as the president’s assistant so soon. I hurriedly rushed from the dormitory to the administration building of the college. The student council office is inside the building.
I saw the president in front of the administration building. The president was wearing a summer uniform with a skirt, and had just rolled out the motorcycle of the director of our college’s academic office from the carport downstairs (a few cadres of the student union could use it for something). As she stepped on it, she greeted me and said, “I went to the county town this afternoon to get sponsorship, and I accidentally left my bag with the boss. There’s homework in the bag that’s due tomorrow, and I need to retrieve it tonight. Go, accompany me to fetch it.”
As a new member of the student council, and already an assistant to the president, I didn’t dare to say something like “it’s so late”. Besides, the county town is not far from here, take a motorcycle half an hour to get there. A round trip of more than an hour, lights out at 10:30 in the dormitory will certainly be in time. And the people here are simple, social security is also very good (counselor in the entrance education told us that this area for ten years there has been no vicious criminal cases), I’m not afraid to walk at night.
As soon as I headed for the seat behind her on the bike, the motorcycle started up and slowly drove out of the school and onto the highway in front of the school, leaning forward against the curb. The highway was quiet and devoid of pedestrians, with the occasional car or two speeding past.
The motorcycle wasn’t going very fast, but the body was rocking so much that I was embarrassed to sit too far forward at first. But soon I couldn’t sit still, so I had to stick my body behind the president, whose big ass was just above the part of my cock under my belly. When my dick touched the president’s big ass, she didn’t have any reaction, and I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it – when the bus is crowded, it’s normal for a dick to touch a woman’s buttocks.
The rocking of the car caused both of us to swing our waists, and my cock rubbed back and forth against the ass groove in the middle of the president’s big ass, and through the thin school uniform skirt I could feel the hot, fleshy texture of her big ass. This made my cock surprisingly hard and comfortable, my hard cock began to squeeze in the president’s ass groove up and down, soon felt the president’s two big pieces of flesh on her ass being squeezed apart from side to side by my hardening cock.
I was worried that under the pressure of this hardness of my cock, the President would soon feel something was wrong and in turn realize what was going on. That would be more than just a big ugly thing for me. Therefore I hastily pulled my body back while trying my best to soften my cock. Unexpectedly, she suddenly said two words, “What are you afraid of? Don’t move back, I don’t care. I’m not a good driver, so beware of falling down, hold your hands tightly around my waist.”
That statement seemed to imply something oh so much to me. I thought to myself, “If you don’t care about my cock pushing against you, I’ll continue to push against you; if you ask me to hold your waist, I’ll hold it.” So I slowly put my hands on both sides of the president’s buttocks, and held her buttocks in the “hands around the waist” motion. Hehe, the plumpness of her ass is even bigger than what I saw on the surface. At that moment, the motorcycle seemed to be gradually shaking more and more. In order to maintain stability, I had to spread my legs apart and lean forward, clamping down on the president’s thighs. But in order to maintain this position, my waist would be pressed hard against the Chairman’s plump and soft ass. I adjusted the position of my waist to try not to push my cock so hard. Instead, my entire cock was jammed into the president’s ass cleavage through my pants and the skirt of her school uniform. I was amused to realize that this position was indeed very much like penetrative sex from behind (and the stimulation of my cock was very much the same). Of course, I have a clear conscience, I didn’t mean to do this position, it was because I had no choice but to do it to keep things stable under the rocking condition of the car body.
I suddenly had the urge to drag the president out of the car and press him to the ground …… but I immediately restrained myself. If the President wasn’t willing to have sex with me, then it would be rape if I did. And I had always known that rape was a very uninteresting thing to do. I learned at a very young age that a woman’s vagina must be dry and spastic when she is frightened and angry. Sticking your dick in a dry, spasming vagina is not a comfortable thing to do. And if you don’t get it right, the cock might even sprain inside the vagina as the woman resists. Many rapists get no pleasure at all, but end up in jail for years, hurting themselves and others. So I think intercourse is only comfortable for both people if both people want it, otherwise it’s uncomfortable for both people.
There were no streetlights on the side of the road, and the dim lights of the motorcycle could only illuminate the road in front of them, making it impossible to see the expression on the president’s face. I couldn’t tell what the Chairman was thinking. I decided to take a risk and try to find out if the chairman was willing to have sex with me at that moment. I nervously unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, which had been erect for a while and was already hot, and pushed it directly against the president’s school uniform skirt. As soon as I saw my cock exposed behind the president’s back, I immediately felt the blood rushing to my head, and at the same time, I felt that the veins inside my cock were also throbbing violently, and that I was about to ejaculate almost immediately. Luckily, I had some sexual experience in middle school, so I said “relax, relax” several times in my mind before I finally managed to hold back.
I put my right hand under the skirt of the president’s school uniform, and with a movement so light that it was hard for her to notice, I carefully grabbed the elastic band of her panties, and tentatively pulled down (I even had an idea in mind of what I would do if the president turned around and yelled, “Hooligans” – get out of the car and beg for forgiveness immediately). (I even thought of what I would do if the president turned around and yelled “hooligan” – get off the bus immediately and get down on my knees and beg for mercy). The president did not respond! I pulled down on the elastic band again, and the president still didn’t react!
With a little bit of a bottom in my heart, I immediately pulled the Chairman’s panties down to the bottom, and the Chairman’s round, soft buttocks and narrow ass groove were completely exposed in front of my eyes. The fingers of my left hand slowly parted the Chairman’s ass flesh (I was still a little too scared in my heart to force it) to the sides in a very gentle motion, while my right hand continued to pull the panties further down. My erect cock took advantage of the situation and shoved forward, gradually squeezing into the depths of the chairman’s ass cleft and pressing against the chairman’s ass bud. I pumped my cock in the president’s ass groove a few times with intercourse-like motions. But the chairman still didn’t seem to react until then, and kept driving with his head down, only the speed of the car seemed to gradually slow down ……
I had a complete picture in my mind now. I immediately gently lifted up the president’s ass with both hands and shoved my cock forward hard. At this time, the president’s ass obviously had a lifting motion of its own, she was actively cooperating with me! I suddenly thought: Is the president a virgin? If she’s a virgin, it’s best to stop here, or else I might be stuck with her in the future. But right away I decided that the Chairman wasn’t a virgin. Because I saw that the motorcycle cushion under the president’s ass was already wet – a virgin who has never fucked before would not be this wet.
Despite the rocking of the body, I managed to shove my cock between the president’s warm and tender thighs with her cooperation. The next step was how to get my cock into her vagina. I held the president’s ass tightly and slowly twisted her waist, slightly adjusting the angle at which she sat in front of me in order to allow me to shove my cock further down her thighs. The president wiggled her ass to actively accommodate my movements. My cock then quickly touched the tender flesh at the base of her thighs, while the glans had felt the position of the soft, wet labia majora. I moved my body back a little while wrenching the president’s waist hard enough to lift her ass back a little more (the president’s ass again clearly had an active lifting motion). I sucked in my breath and excitedly pushed my hips forward, which caused my cock to touch her backward-open labia, and it immediately hurt at the root of my cock, and I almost sprained my cock in my haste. I straightened my cock with the glans and quickly felt the position of the vaginal opening. Due to the vaginal opening is too slippery, coupled with the body rocking a lot, I tried several times to insert but did not succeed.
At that moment, the car suddenly stopped shaking and drove smoothly. I froze for a moment, suddenly realized: the original car shaking has always been the president of the ghost. I was a little angry in my heart: well, you fooled me. See how I nailed you! So I stopped doing just crotch movements looking for the vaginal opening as gently as I had just done. I used my right hand to roughly stop the president and immobilize her body. After reaching in front with my left hand and lifting up the school uniform skirt, I directly touched the president’s pussy. I nonchalantly pinched on her already hard clit (the president grunted) before finding the glans of my cock. Grabbing it, I pressed the strength of my fingers against the president’s vaginal opening, then pushed my crotch forward and my cock pushed in.
The hot, wet pussy wasn’t very tight, and there was no impediment to thrusting in – the Chairman really wasn’t a virgin anymore. The president’s vagina contracted as soon as I thrust in, tightening around my cock. Strong stimulation appeared on the glans at once. Then the inner wall of the vagina continuously and rhythmically contracted and relaxed, and that strong stimulation was also continuously and rhythmically transmitted to my cock which had also experienced several sexual intercourse. Before I had a chance to thrust, the pleasure of having to ejaculate had already formed numbly on the glans.
I gritted my teeth to suppress the pleasure of ejaculating, and began to thrust back and forth according to the rhythm of the contraction of the inner walls of my vagina. I was a bit dissatisfied with the fact that I couldn’t penetrate my cock as far as I could in this position. However, the feeling of the glans being “clamped – relaxed” alternately by the rhythmic contraction of the vaginal wall muscles was something I had never experienced before when I had sex in middle school. This sensation quickly made me so excited that I could hardly restrain myself. I couldn’t help but grunt. The chairman in front of me also let out a moan that he tried his best to suppress. At this point in time, there were no vehicles passing by on the highway for a while, and it was completely silent. Therefore, my muffled grunts seemed especially clear, a loud “Nappy, nappy, nappy, nappy ……”
In this silence, the president’s moan that she tried her best to suppress also quickly became clear: “Yes, Yes…Oh, Y, e, s,” fast and slow actually is the way the heroine in foreign pornographic films calls out. It seems that my chairman’s good sister also often study foreign porn, no wonder her sexual skills are so skillful. I like mature women who are so skillful in sex. I heard that some people are looking for some kind of excitement and want to fuck young girls – young girls have what to fuck ah. There is no sexual skill at all, lying there like a dead one.
By this time, the motorcycle had actually never stopped, but continued to move forward at a slow pace – I was somewhat impressed with the Chairman’s motorcycle driving skills. But instead of traveling smoothly, the motorcycle was now moving forward with the twist and turn of my back and forth thrusts. The speed of the car also slowed to a crawl. Suddenly the lights of a car lit up behind me. I hurriedly stopped thrusting back and forth, and the president stopped moaning and sat up straight. The motorcycle immediately returned to a smooth forward motion. A large truck flew past us. The cab of the big truck is high, and the driver’s line of sight is raised up with it, so he shouldn’t be able to see the movements of Chairman and I that are covered by our school uniform skirts clearly. When the light from the headlights came on, I boldly hugged the chairman’s neck and twisted her face backward to see her expression. I saw the chairman’s face was red, narrowing her small eyes and clenching her teeth. She wasn’t much to look at, but the look of lust at that moment still turned me on even more. So after the truck drove past us, I thrust back and forth even harder than earlier. I’ve never thought that bad looks don’t affect the pleasure of fucking – no lights what women fuck the same way.
The lights of a car came on again in front of me, and it looked like a motorcycle as well. I panicked and stopped thrusting back and forth again, pulling the President’s school uniform skirt back to cover my lower body. The president also hurriedly leaned into my arms so that the school uniform skirt could cover more of our mating sex organs. The motorcycle sped past against that side of the road. I let out a breath, pushed Chairman’s body forward with both hands, and continued thrusting back and forth. After just a few thrusts, a slurring sound came out of the president’s throat, and her vagina tightened up all of a sudden, firmly wrapping around my cock. She then slammed down onto the handlebars of the motorcycle and buried her head in the dashboard. The motorcycle swayed violently from side to side in response to her movements. The President’s orgasm had arrived! Fearing that the motorcycle would tip over, I immediately stopped thrusting and fixed the President’s body downward with both hands. A woman’s orgasm does make men jealous, and the president’s orgasm actually lasted until my cock stopped thrusting and became a little soft. She looked up from the handlebars of the motorcycle and said after stabilizing it, “You keep doing it.” Because I waited until my cock was a little soft, and I was a little angry in my heart at this time, the muffled grunts from my mouth actually hummed out these two sounds, “I’ll fuck your mom’s pussy, I’ll fuck your mom’s pussy.”
The president immediately stared back at me – the first time she had done so since her departure. I also reacted immediately: I shouldn’t have said “fuck you”. It was also a mistake on my part, as I’m always against the use of profanity about the other person’s mother – I think it’s a bit over the top. I shut up and kept my head down, just thrusting and not making any more noise. The president then glared at me and turned her head again. Seeing her arrogant look, my heart of those angry again, in my heart viciously said: “Nappy your mom’s pussy how? If you are such a slut, your mom must be a slut too. I’m not sure I’ll be able to nail your mom’s cunt one day. By the way, your mom must be fat too. Hehehehe, I’ll fuck your mom’s old sow after I’m done with you!” After thinking about it, I felt that my words were too much, and hurriedly closed my mouth in my heart.
After a few naps in the dark, my excitement came back, thrusting harder and harder, a loud “nappy, nappy, nappy, nappy, nappy, nappy, nappy, nappy, nappy, nappy, nappy, nappy, nappy, nappy, nappy, nappy, nappy, nappy, nappy, nappy, nappy, nappy ……” also grunted out again. The president, who had been silent since her orgasm, also made a muffled sound from her throat in response to my muffled grunts, and her vagina tightened around my cock all of a sudden. So soon! The Chairman’s orgasm actually came again! Still afraid of the motorcycle tipping over, I had to stop thrusting again, and prepared to use both hands to forcefully immobilize the Chairman’s body downward. This time, the president’s orgasm ended so quickly that she raised her head from the motorcycle’s handlebars before I could apply any force to my hands. Immediately, I desperately tried to stab her rosebuds with my cock – it was my turn to have an orgasm, and I had to grab it!
However, because I had taken two breaks earlier, my cock just didn’t have the tingling sensation of ejaculation. But I was able to quickly bring the president to orgasm by stabbing her with my cock as hard as I could! I felt a little jealous, so I wasn’t afraid of the motorcycle tipping over. As the motorcycle swayed violently from side to side and back and forth with her movements, I continued to stab my cock into my vagina as hard as I could. The motorcycle was swaying for a while but it never fell down. The president’s motorcycle driving skills are awesome, and she was still able to hold on to it during her orgasm. Chairman of this orgasm lasted much longer than the first time, the vagina also rolled out a lot of hot pussy juice. Cum quickly stimulated my cock, my excitement finally came up again.
After the president had slowed down, she stabilized the motorcycle and lowered her body down almost completely onto the cushion so that I could thrust as deep as I could. She urged, “We’ll be in a crowded place soon, so thrust deeper now and hurry up and shoot to finish.” After thrusting deeper, the stimulation my cock felt did gradually increase. However, the chairman’s body was kept in a downward crouching position, and he had to drive the motorcycle, so it looked like a lot of work. I was busy using my whole body to desperately stab at the rose’s eye in order to catch my ejaculation.
After fucking in this position for a while, the president and I were both panting. The president suddenly seemed to feel something and exclaimed, “You don’t want to cum in it.” So accurate! It was at this moment that I indeed couldn’t support myself anymore and hurriedly shrugged my hips back and pulled my cock out of the president’s vagina. So close! My cock jerked violently immediately after pulling out, and then it began to fiercely ejaculate. The thick and hot semen shot long and hard on the back of the President’s school uniform skirt and the front motorcycle cushion. I dislike out-of-body ejaculation very much. I think the greatest pleasure of sexual intercourse is the feeling of fullness of a cock that is tightly wrapped in a hot, wet vagina in the moment before ejaculation. This feeling of fullness can only be experienced if both partners are willing to have sex (otherwise the vagina will not be hot and wet) and both partners are well prepared. This time I did not prepare for intercourse, otherwise I would not have to waste the feeling of fullness if I had brought a condom. Alas, I have some regrets.
As I was cumming, the motorcycle slowly came to a stop. I looked up and was secretly glad to be up: luckily I had just cum and ended the intercourse, where I could already see the county lights from afar.
We got out of the car and organized our clothes in a hidden place by the side of the road. The president had cleaned the school skirt and the motorcycle cushions with toilet paper. The motorcycle was restarted and immediately drove smoothly and quickly toward the county seat.
Now all we have to do is grab our book bags and head to the county seat to retrieve them.