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 body 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 a lot. 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 college student council office 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, by motorcycle can be reached in half an hour. 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 gates 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 dick 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 this point, the motorcycle seemed to be gradually shaking more and more.
In order to keep it steady, I had to spread my legs apart and lean forward, clamping down on the president’s thighs. But to maintain this position, my waist would then press hard against the President’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 chairwoman’s ass cleavage through my pants and her school uniform skirt.
I laughed and laughed and realized that this position is indeed very similar to the position of penetration from behind (the stimulation of my cock is also very similar to oh). 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 in order to maintain the stability of the car body in a rocking situation.
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 this point in time, due to my sexual desire.
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 fiercely, and I was almost about to ejaculate right away. 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 grasped the elastic band of her panties and tentatively pulled down (I even had in mind 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 to push hard) to the sides in a very gentle motion, while my right hand continued to pull the panties further down.
The erect cock took advantage of the situation and shoved forward, gradually squeezing deeper into the president’s ass groove and pressing against the president’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 onto the President’s ass and slowly twisted her waist, slightly adjusting the angle at which she sat in front of me 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 hard on the President’s waist, causing her ass to lift back a little more (again, there was an obvious active lifting motion of the President’s ass). I sucked in my breath and excitedly pushed my hips forward, which caused my cock to touch her backward-open labia, and my cock immediately ached at the root – I was so close to spraining my cock in my haste. I pushed up my cock and quickly felt the vaginal opening with my glans. Due to the slippery vaginal opening and the rocking of the car, I tried several times to stick it in without success.
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 fuck you to death! So I stopped doing just crotch movements looking for the vaginal opening as gently as I did earlier. 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 walls of her vagina continuously and rhythmically contracted and relaxed, and that strong stimulation was continuously and rhythmically transmitted to my cock, which had also experienced several sexual intercourse.
The pleasure of having to cum was already building numbly on my glans before I had a chance to thrust.
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. In this position, my cock could not penetrate as far as it could go, which made me somewhat dissatisfied. However, the feeling of the glans being alternately “clenched – relaxed” by the rhythmic contraction of the vaginal wall muscles was something I had never experienced before in middle school when I had sex.
It was amazing how quickly the sensation turned me on again, almost too much to restrain already. I couldn’t help but stifle a grunt. The president 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 “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ……”
In this silence, the chairman’s moan that he tried his best to suppress also quickly became clear: “Yes, Yes ……Oh, Y, e, s,” fast and slow is actually the call of the heroine in a foreign A movie. It seems that my chairman good sister also often study foreign porn ah, no wonder the sexual skills 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 clearly see the movements of the chairman and I that are covered by the school uniform skirt. 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.
Another car light came on up ahead and it looked to be a motorcycle as well.
I panicked and stopped thrusting back and forth again, pulling back the President’s school uniform skirt to cover my lower body. The chairman 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 Chairman’s orgasm came! Fearing that the motorcycle would tip over, I immediately stopped thrusting and fixed the Chairman’s body downward with both hands.
A woman’s orgasm does make a man jealous, and the President’s orgasm actually lasted until my cock, which had stopped thrusting, was a little soft. She looked up from the handlebars of the motorcycle, stabilized the motorcycle and then said, “You continue to do it.” Because I waited until my cock was a little soft, I was a little angry in my heart at this time, and the muffled grunt in 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”.
This was also me fainting, I have always been against the use of profanity that calls the other mother names – I think it’s a bit much. I hurriedly shut up and bowed my head and just thrust no more. 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: “Fuck your mom’s pussy so what? If you are so slutty, your mom must be slutty too. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to fuck your mom’s pussy one day. By the way, your mom must be fat too. I’ll fuck your mom’s old sow after I’m done with your sow!” After thinking about it, I felt that these words were too much, and hurriedly shut my mouth in my heart.
After a few fucks in the dark, my excitement came back, thrusting harder and harder, a loud “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck ……” also grunted out again. And just after the orgasm of the chairman of the silence, from the throat also with my muffled grunts issued a slurring sound, vagina again all of a sudden tightened wrapped around my cock. 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!
But probably because I had just taken two breaks, my cock just didn’t have that tingling sensation of wanting to ejaculate no matter how I poked it.
This desperate stabbing with his cock quickly brought the president’s orgasm back! 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 could no longer support myself and hastily shrugged my hips back and pulled my cock out of the president’s cunt. That was close! My cock jerked violently immediately after pulling out, and then I began to fiercely ejaculate semen. 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 in vitro ejaculation a lot. I think the greatest pleasure of intercourse is the feeling of being swollen by a hot, wet vagina wrapped tightly around your cock the moment before you ejaculate. This feeling of fullness can only be experienced if both people are willing to have intercourse (otherwise the vagina wouldn’t be hot and wet) and both people are well prepared.
I didn’t prepare for this time, otherwise I would have brought a condom and not wasted the feeling of fullness. 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.