Beautiful female student council president

After entering university, I tried to join the student union to develop myself. In high school, I studied relentlessly for the college entrance exam; in university, I needed to learn skills beyond textbooks! I didn't get into the university student union; I failed the interview. In the end, I was accepted by my own college's student union.
The president of our college's student union was a senior, I won't mention her name here. She was four years older than me. Her appearance was really not flattering—a chubby face with small eyes and an upturned nose, which reminded me of a sow.
And her figure wasn't good either; she was short, a bit overweight, and had a large butt that swayed as she walked.
Despite commenting on her appearance, I actually respected her a lot. She was the chief interviewer for the college student union. After I stammered through my answers and was feeling depressed that I was going to be rejected again, she actually nodded: "You're hired, you'll be the president's assistant!" I was so excited that I immediately shouted, "Good sister!" The night after my student union interview, at nine o'clock, I received a text message from the president telling me to "come to the college student union office immediately, there's something I need to do." Wow, I'm already starting work as the student council president's assistant so soon! I rushed from my dorm to the college administration building; the student council office is inside.
I saw the president at the entrance of the administration building. She was wearing a summer school uniform with a skirt and had just pushed our college's student affairs director's motorcycle out of the bike shed downstairs (several student council officers can also use it when needed). As she got on, she beckoned to me, "I went to the county town this afternoon to get some sponsorship, and I accidentally left my backpack at the boss's place. There's homework due tomorrow in the backpack, and I have to get it back tonight. Come on, come with me to get it." As a new member of the student council, and already the president's assistant, I didn't dare say anything like "It's so late." Besides, the county town isn't far from here; it only takes half an hour by motorcycle. A round trip takes a little over an hour, so I'll definitely be able to make it in time for the dorm lights to go out at 10:30. Moreover, the people here are kind and the social order is very good (the counselor told us during orientation that there haven't been any serious criminal cases in this area for ten years), so I'm not afraid to walk at night.
I sat down on the seat behind her on the motorcycle, and it started up, slowly pulling out of the school gate and onto the road in front of the school, riding along the side of the road. The road was quiet, with no pedestrians, and occasionally one or two cars would whiz by.
The motorcycle wasn't going fast, but the body was swaying quite a bit, and I was initially embarrassed to sit too far forward.
But soon I couldn't keep my balance and had to press my body against the president's back, her big buttocks pressing right against my lower abdomen where my penis was. When my penis touched the president's big buttocks, she didn't react at all, and I didn't think anything of it—it's normal for a penis to touch a woman's buttocks when it's crowded on a bus.
The swaying of the motorcycle caused us both to sway our hips, and my penis rubbed back and forth in the cleft between the president's big buttocks. Through the thin school uniform skirt, I could feel that her big buttocks were warm and very fleshy. This actually made my penis get hard, and my hard penis started thrusting up and down and side to side in the president's butt crack. I quickly felt the two big mounds of flesh on the president's buttocks being pushed apart by my hard penis.
I was worried that under the pressure of my hard penis, the president would soon feel something was wrong and discover something.
That would be more than just embarrassing for me. So I quickly backed away, trying my best to soften my penis. Unexpectedly, she suddenly said, "What are you afraid of? Don't move back, I don't care.
I'm not a good driver, be careful not to fall, hold on tight to my waist!" This seemed to be an implication to me! I thought to myself, 'If you don't care that my penis is pressing against you, I'll keep pressing; if you asked me to hold your waist, I'll hold it!' So I slowly placed my hands on both sides of the president's buttocks, making a "hold on waist" motion to hug her buttocks. Wow, her buttocks were even fuller than they appeared on the surface!
At this moment, the motorcycle seemed to be shaking more violently. To maintain stability, I had to spread my legs and lean forward, clamping my thighs around the president's. But to maintain this position, my waist would press hard against the president's full and soft buttocks. I adjusted my waist position to try and reduce the pressure on my penis, but my entire penis, through my pants and her school uniform skirt, ended up stuck in the president's butt crack.
I found it both funny and absurd: this position did indeed resemble a rear-entry sexual position (the stimulation to my penis was also very similar). Of course, I had no conscience at this point; I didn't intentionally adopt this rear-entry sexual position, but it was simply unavoidable to maintain stability given the motorcycle's swaying.
I suddenly had an urge to pull the president off the motorcycle and push her to the ground... but I immediately restrained myself. If the president didn't want to have sex with me, then what I did would be rape, and I've always known that rape is a very unpleasant thing. I knew from a young age that when a woman is terrified and angry, her vagina is definitely dry and spasmodic. Inserting a penis into a dry and spasmodic vagina is not a comfortable experience, and the penis may even be injured inside due to the woman's resistance.
Many rapists don't get any pleasure, but end up spending years in prison, harming themselves and others. Therefore, I believe that sexual intercourse is only comfortable for both people if both are willing; otherwise, neither is comfortable.
There were no streetlights, and the motorcycle's dim headlights only illuminated the road ahead, making it impossible to see the president's expression or judge her thoughts. Driven by lust, I decided to take the risk and test whether the president was also willing to have sex with me.
I nervously unzipped my pants, pulled out my already hot and erect penis, and pressed it directly against the president's school uniform skirt. The moment I saw my penis exposed behind the student council president, I felt the blood rush to my head, and the veins inside my penis throbbed violently. I was almost about to ejaculate, but thankfully I had sexual experience in middle school. After telling myself "relax, relax" several times, I managed to hold back.
I reached my right hand under the president's school uniform skirt and, with a movement so light it was barely noticeable, carefully grasped the elastic band of her panties and tentatively pulled it down (I even had a mental picture of what I would do if the president turned around and yelled "pervert"—immediately get off the bus and kneel down to beg for mercy). The president didn't react! I pulled the elastic band down harder, but the president still didn't react! I
felt a little more confident and immediately pulled the president's panties down, completely exposing her round, soft buttocks and narrow cleft to my eyes. With my left hand, I gently parted the president's buttocks (I was still a little scared and didn't dare to use too much force) while my right hand continued to pull her panties down. My erect penis took advantage of this and pushed forward, gradually squeezing deep into the president's butt crack and pressing against her anus.
I moved my penis in and out of the president's butt crack a few times with a sexual intercourse-like motion, but the president still didn't seem to react. She kept her head down and kept driving, but the speed seemed to be gradually slowing down... Now I was completely confident, so I immediately used both hands to gently lift the president's buttocks and forcefully pushed my penis forward. At this moment, the president's buttocks clearly lifted up on their own; she was actively cooperating with me!
I suddenly thought: "Is the president a virgin? If she is, it's best to stop here, otherwise she might cling to me later!" But I immediately concluded that the president was not a virgin because I saw that the motorcycle seat under the president's buttocks was already soaked—a virgin who has never been dry wouldn't be this wet.
Despite the car swaying violently, with the president's cooperation, I successfully inserted my penis between her warm, soft thighs. The next step was how to insert it into her vagina. I held the president's buttocks tightly and slowly twisted her waist, slightly adjusting her sitting angle to allow me to push my penis further under her thighs.
The president actively responded to my movements, and my penis quickly touched the tender flesh at the base of her thighs, the glans already feeling the soft, moist labia majora. I moved my body back slightly, while forcefully pulling the president's waist, causing her buttocks to lift back a little more (the president's buttocks clearly made a voluntary lifting motion again).
I took a breath and excitedly pushed my hips forward, which caused my penis to hit her parted labia majora. A sharp pain shot through the base of my penis; I had almost twisted it in my haste. I quickly felt the opening of her vagina with the glans, but it was too slippery, and the car was swaying violently. Several attempts to penetrate failed.
Suddenly, the car stopped swaying and started moving smoothly. I was stunned for a moment, then realized: the swaying had been the president's doing. I was furious: "Fine, you tricked me, I'll fuck you to death!" So, instead of gently searching for the opening with my hips, I roughly grabbed her waist with my right hand, holding her body still, and with my left hand, I lifted her school uniform skirt and directly touched her genitals.
I first gave her already hard clitoris a quick pinch (the president groaned), then found the head of my penis, grasped it, and used my fingers to press against the entrance of her vagina. With a thrust of my hips, my penis slid in. The warm, moist vagina wasn't very tight, and there was no resistance as I entered—the president was indeed no longer a virgin.
Her vagina contracted immediately after I entered, gripping my penis tightly, and a strong stimulation immediately appeared on the head. Then, the vaginal walls rhythmically contracted and relaxed continuously, transmitting that intense stimulation rhythmically to my penis, which had already experienced several sexual encounters. Before I even had a chance to thrust, the tingling sensation of ejaculation had already formed on the head of my penis.
I gritted my teeth to suppress the overwhelming urge to ejaculate and began to thrust forcefully back and forth in rhythm with the contractions of the vaginal walls. In this position, my penis couldn't penetrate fully, which left me somewhat dissatisfied. However, the rhythmic contractions and relaxations of the vaginal muscles on the glans, gripping and releasing, were a sensation I'd never experienced during my high school sex.
This feeling quickly excited me to the point of almost losing control, and I couldn't help but groan. The president in front of me also let out a suppressed moan. The road was completely silent for a while, so my groans were particularly clear—a series of "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." In the silence, the president's suppressed moans gradually became clearer: "Yes, yes...oh! y, e, s..." The varying speeds were reminiscent of the moans from foreign porn films. It seems my dear president often watches foreign porn; no wonder her sexual techniques are so skillful.
I love mature women with such skillful sexual techniques. I heard someone was looking for some thrill and wanted to have sex with a teenage girl—what's the point of having sex with a teenage girl! She has no sexual skills whatsoever, just lying there like a dead person.
Even now, the motorcycle hadn't stopped, but continued moving slowly forward—I was starting to admire the president's motorcycle driving skills. But the motorcycle wasn't moving smoothly anymore; it was swaying and twisting forward with each thrust, and the speed was incredibly slow.
Suddenly, headlights came on from behind. I quickly stopped thrusting, and the president stopped moaning, sitting up straight. The motorcycle immediately resumed its steady forward motion. A large truck sped past us. The truck's cab was high, raising the driver's line of sight, so he probably couldn't see what the president and I were doing, hidden by our school uniform skirts.
When the headlights came on, I boldly grabbed the president's neck, turning her face to see her expression. I saw her face was flushed, her eyes were narrowed, and she was clenching her teeth. Although she wasn't particularly attractive, her ecstatic state only excited me more. So, after the truck drove past us, I thrust in and out even harder than before. I've always believed that looks don't affect sexual pleasure—without lights, all women are the same.
Headlights came on ahead; it looked like a motorcycle. I hurriedly stopped thrusting and pulled the president's school uniform skirt back to cover my genitals. The president quickly leaned into my arms, letting the skirt cover our genitals even more.
The motorcycle sped past on the other side of the road. I sighed, pushed the president forward with both hands, and continued thrusting forcefully. After a few thrusts, a muffled sound came from the president's throat, and her vagina tightened, gripping my penis tightly. Then she abruptly leaned onto the handlebars, burying her head in the dashboard, causing the motorcycle to sway violently from side to side.
The president's climax arrived! Afraid the motorcycle would tip over, I immediately stopped thrusting and used both hands to stabilize her body downwards. A woman's climax truly makes men jealous; the president's climax lasted until my penis was almost limp after I stopped thrusting.
She lifted her head from the handlebars, steadied the motorcycle, and said, "Keep going!" Because my penis was already a little soft, I was still a bit angry, and I let out two muffled groans: "I'll fuck your mother's cunt, I'll fuck your mother's cunt." The president immediately turned around and stared at me—this was the first time she had turned around since we started moving. I immediately realized: I shouldn't have said "fuck your mother's cunt." I had lost my temper; I always oppose using profanity to insult someone's mother—I think such profanity was excessive. I quickly shut my mouth, lowered my head, and continued thrusting without making a sound. The president then glared at me and turned away again.
Seeing her arrogant demeanor, my anger flared up again. I thought viciously, "What's wrong with fucking your mother's cunt? You're so slutty, your mother must be too. Who knows, I might fuck your mother's cunt someday. Oh, and your mother's definitely fat too. Hehe, after I fuck you, you sow, I'll fuck your mother, that old sow!" But then I thought I'd gone too far and quickly shut my mouth.
After a few thrusts in the darkness, my passion returned, and I thrust harder and harder, moaning "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." again. The president, who had been silent since her orgasm, let out a muffled sound from her throat along with my groans, her vagina tightening around my penis.
So fast! The president's orgasm had come again! Still afraid the motorcycle would tip over, I had to stop thrusting again and prepare to use both hands to firmly hold the president's body downwards. This time, the president's orgasm ended quickly; before I could even use my hands to exert any force, she lifted her head from the motorcycle handlebars. I immediately and desperately thrust my penis into her clitoris—it was my turn to enjoy an orgasm, I had to hurry!
But perhaps because I had rested twice earlier, no matter how much I thrust, I couldn't get that tingling, numbing feeling of ejaculation. But this desperate thrusting quickly brought the president to another orgasm! I felt a little jealous, so I wasn't afraid the motorcycle would tip over anymore. I let it sway violently back and forth with her movements, and continued to thrust my penis into her vagina with all my might.
The motorcycle wobbled for a while but didn't fall over; the president's motorcycle driving skills were amazing! She even managed to control herself during her orgasm. This time, the president's orgasm lasted much longer than the first time, and a lot of warm vaginal fluid flowed out of her vagina. The vaginal fluid quickly stimulated my penis, and my arousal finally returned.
After recovering, the president steadied the motorcycle and leaned almost completely forward onto the seat, allowing me to penetrate as deeply as possible. She urged, "We're almost at the crowded area, now penetrate deeper and finish quickly." With deeper penetration, the stimulation on my penis indeed gradually increased, but the president, maintaining a forward-leaning position while driving the motorcycle, looked quite strained. I hurriedly used all my strength to thrust desperately into her vagina, hoping to ejaculate quickly. We continued
in this position for a while, until both the president and I were panting heavily. Suddenly, the president seemed to sense something and shouted, "Don't ejaculate inside!" Perfect timing! At that moment, I couldn't hold on any longer and quickly thrust my hips back, pulling my penis out of the president's vagina.
That was close! As soon as my penis was pulled out, it began to convulse violently, and then it started to ejaculate intensely. Thick and hot semen spurted onto the back of the president's school uniform skirt and the front of the motorcycle seat for a long time.
I really dislike withdrawal during intercourse. I believe the greatest pleasure of sex is the feeling of being enveloped tightly by a warm, moist vagina just before ejaculation. This feeling of fullness can only be experienced when both partners are willing (otherwise the vagina won't be warm and moist) and both are adequately prepared. This time, I wasn't prepared beforehand; otherwise, I could have used a condom and avoided wasting that feeling of fullness. Sigh, a little regrettable.
As I ejaculated, the motorcycle slowly came to a stop. I looked up and secretly rejoiced: thankfully, I had ejaculated and the intercourse was over; we could already see the town lights in the distance.
We got off and tidied our clothes in a secluded spot by the roadside. The student council president carefully wiped her school uniform skirt and the motorcycle seat clean with toilet paper. After restarting the motorcycle, it immediately began to drive smoothly and quickly towards the town. Now, all we had to do was hurry to get our schoolbags back.

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