Motorcycle fucking the beautiful student council president

This happened when I first entered university. Our university bought land in a suburban county and built a new campus. The new
campus was located on a highway outside the county seat. There were no houses on either side of the highway from the new campus gate to the county seat; only fields
and barren mountains.

After entering university, I tried to join the student union to develop myself. In high school, I studied hard for the college entrance exam; in university,
I needed to learn more skills beyond textbooks. I didn't get into the university student union; I was rejected in the interview. Finally, I
was accepted by the student union of my own college. The president of our college's student union was a senior, I
won't say her name here. She was four years older than me. Her appearance was really not flattering; she had a chubby face, small eyes, and an upturned
nose, which reminded me of a sow. Moreover, her figure wasn't good either; she was short and somewhat overweight. She also had a large butt,
which swayed as she walked.

Despite commenting on her appearance, I actually respected her a lot. She was the chief interviewer for the student union.
After stammering through my answers, I was feeling down, thinking I was going to be rejected again. But then she nodded and said, "You're hired
! You'll be the president's assistant!" I was so excited I immediately called her "Good sister!"

The following evening at 9 PM, I received a text from the president telling me to "come to
the student union office immediately, there's something I need to do." Wow, I'm starting work so soon as the president's assistant! I rushed
from my dorm to the college administration building. The student union office was inside.

I saw the president at the entrance. She was wearing a summer school uniform with a skirt and had just
pushed our college's student affairs director's motorcycle (which several student union officers could also use) out of the bike shed downstairs. As she
hopped on, she beckoned to me, saying, "I went to the county town this afternoon to get some sponsorship, and I accidentally left my backpack with the boss.
There's homework due tomorrow in it, and I need to get it back tonight. Come on, let's go 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 wasn't far; it only took half an hour by motorcycle. A round trip would take a little over an hour,
and I'd definitely make it in time for the dorm lights to go out at 10:30. And the people here are kind and the public security is excellent (our counselor
told us during orientation that there hadn't been any serious criminal cases in the area for ten years), so I wasn't afraid of walking at night.

I sat down behind her on the motorcycle, and it started, slowly pulling out of the school gate and onto
the road in front of the school, driving along the side of the road. The road was quiet, with no pedestrians, and occasionally one or two cars
sped past.

The motorcycle wasn't going fast, but it was swaying quite a bit, and I was initially embarrassed to sit too far forward.
But I quickly lost my balance and ended up pressing my body against the president's back, her large buttocks pressing right against my
lower abdomen, just below my penis. When my penis touched her 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 of her large buttocks. Through the thin school uniform skirt, I could feel her large buttocks were warm and fleshy
. This actually made my penis get hard, and my hard penis began to move
up and down and side to side in the cleft of her buttocks. Soon, I felt the two large mounds of flesh on her buttocks being pushed apart by my erect penis
.

I was worried that under the pressure of my hard penis, the president would soon sense 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. I thought, "If you don't mind my penis pressing against you, I'll keep
pressing; if you ask me to hold your waist, I'll hold it." So I slowly placed my hands on either
side 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 the president's thighs between them. But to maintain this position, my waist would
press hard against the president's full and soft buttocks. I adjusted the position of my waist, trying to prevent my penis from pressing so tightly.
My entire penis, through my pants and her school uniform skirt, was stuffed into the president's butt crack. I
found it both funny and exasperating: this position did indeed resemble rear-entry sex (the stimulation to my penis
was very similar too). Of course, I had no guilty conscience at that moment; I didn't intentionally adopt this rear-entry position, it
was simply unavoidable to maintain stability amidst the swaying of the vehicle.

I suddenly had an urge to pull the president off the bus and pin 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've known since I was young 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 thing
. And the penis might even twist and injure itself inside the vagina due to the woman's resistance. Many rapists
don't experience any pleasure, yet end up spending years in jail, harming themselves and others. Therefore
, I believe that sexual intercourse is only comfortable for both partners if both are willing; otherwise, neither will be 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. I couldn't judge her thoughts. Driven by lust, I decided to take the risk and test if the president
was also willing to have sex with me. Nervously, I unzipped my pants, pulled
out my already erect and burning-hot penis, and pressed it directly against the president's school uniform skirt. The moment I saw my penis exposed against her back
, I felt blood rush to my head, and the veins in my penis throbbed violently; I was almost
about to ejaculate. Fortunately, I had sexual experience in middle school, and
after repeatedly telling myself "relax, relax," I managed to barely hold back.

I slipped my right hand under the student council president's school uniform skirt, using a movement so subtle it was almost imperceptible to her, and very carefully...
I grabbed the elastic band of her panties and tentatively pulled it down (I even imagined
what I would do if the president turned around and yelled "Pervert!"—immediately get out of the car and kneel down to beg for mercy). The president didn't react! I pulled
the elastic band down harder, but she 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. With my left hand, I
gently spread her buttocks apart (I was still a little scared and didn't dare to use too much force), while my right hand continued to pull the panties down.
My erect penis thrust forward, gradually squeezing deep into the president's cleft, pressing against her anus
. I moved my penis in and out of the president's cleft a few times with a sexually suggestive motion. The president still
didn't seem to react, continuing to drive with her head down, though the speed seemed to be gradually slowing down...

I was now completely confident. I immediately used both hands to gently lift the president's buttocks and forcefully thrust my penis
forward. At this moment, the president's buttocks clearly lifted on their own; she was actively cooperating with me! I suddenly
wondered: Is the president a virgin? If she is, it's best to stop here, otherwise she might become clingy later
. But I immediately concluded that the president wasn't 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 severe shaking of the motorcycle, with the president's cooperation, I successfully inserted my penis
between her warm, soft thighs. The next step was how to insert my penis into her vagina. I hugged
the president's buttocks tightly, slowly twisting her waist, slightly adjusting her sitting angle so I
could insert my penis further under her thighs. The president actively responded to my movements by twisting her buttocks. My
penis quickly touched the tender flesh at the base of her thighs, and the glans could already feel 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 an active lifting motion again). I took a breath and excitedly pushed my hips forward,
which caused my penis to hit her open labia majora. I immediately felt a sharp pain at the base of my penis;
I had almost twisted it in my haste. I straightened my penis and quickly felt the location of her vaginal opening with the glans.
Because the vaginal opening was too slippery, and the car was swaying violently, I tried to insert it several times but failed.

At this moment, the car suddenly stopped swaying and started driving very smoothly. I froze for a moment, then suddenly realized:
the shaking of the car was all the president's doing. I was furious: Fine, you tricked me. I'll fuck
you to death! So I stopped being so gentle, just using my hips to find her vaginal opening. I roughly
grabbed her waist with my right hand, holding her body still. My left hand reached forward, lifted her school uniform skirt, and directly touched
her genitals. I first pinched her already hard clitoris without any hesitation (the president groaned),
then found the head of my penis. Grabbing it, I used my fingers to press against the entrance of her vagina, then pushed forward with my hips
, and my penis slid in.

Her warm, moist vagina wasn't very tight, and there was no resistance when I entered—the president was definitely not a virgin anymore
. Her vagina contracted after I entered, tightly gripping my penis. A strong stimulation
immediately appeared on the head of my penis. Then, the vaginal walls contracted and relaxed rhythmically,
sending intense stimulation to my penis, which had already undergone several sexual encounters. Before I could even
thrust, the tingling sensation of ejaculation already formed on my glans.

I gritted my teeth to suppress the overwhelming urge and began
thrusting in and out rhythmically with the vaginal walls. In this position, my penis couldn't penetrate fully, which left me somewhat
dissatisfied. But the rhythmic contractions and relaxations of the vaginal muscles on my glans, alternating between gripping and relaxing,
were something I had never experienced during my sexual encounters in middle school. This sensation quickly aroused me to the
point of almost uncontrollable excitement. I couldn't help but groan. The president in front of me also let out a suppressed
moan. For a while, the road was completely silent, with no cars passing by. Therefore, my muffled groans
were particularly clear, a series of "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

In this silence, the president's suppressed moans quickly became clear: "yes, yes...oh,
y, e, s," sometimes fast, sometimes slow, surprisingly the way the female protagonist in foreign porn films called out. It seems my president, my good sister
, often watches foreign porn films; no wonder her sexual techniques are so skillful. I like mature
women with such skillful sexual techniques. I heard some people are looking for some kind of thrill and want to have sex with young girls—what's the point of having sex with young girls? They have no sexual skills at all,
lying there like dead.

Up to this point, the motorcycle still hadn't stopped, but continued to move forward slowly—I was
starting to admire the president's motorcycle driving skills. But now the motorcycle wasn't moving smoothly; it
was swaying forward with each thrust. The speed of the motorcycle was as slow as it could possibly be. Suddenly,
the headlights of a car behind turned on. I quickly stopped thrusting, and the president stopped moaning and sat 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 truck's 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 current state of ecstasy excited me even more. So, after the truck passed us, I
thrust even harder than before. I've always believed that looks don't affect sexual pleasure—
without lighting, all women are the same.

Headlights came on again ahead; it looked like another motorcycle. I hurriedly stopped thrusting again,
pulling the president's school uniform skirt back to cover my genitals. The student council president quickly leaned into my arms, so that her school uniform skirt
could cover more of our intertwined genitals. The motorcycle sped past on the other side of the road
. I sighed, pushed the president forward with both hands, and continued to thrust in and out forcefully. After only a few thrusts,
A muffled sound came from the president's throat, and her vagina tightened suddenly, gripping my
penis tightly. Then she abruptly leaned onto the motorcycle handlebars, burying her head in the dashboard. The motorcycle
swayed violently from side to side with her movement. The president's orgasm had arrived! Afraid the motorcycle would tip over, I immediately stopped thrusting and
used both hands to hold her body down. A woman's orgasm truly makes men jealous; the president's orgasm
lasted until my penis was somewhat limp after I stopped thrusting. She lifted her head from the handlebars, steadied
the motorcycle, and said, "You can keep going." Because my penis was already somewhat limp, I was
also a little angry, and a muffled groan escaped my lips: "I'll fuck your mother's cunt, I'll fuck your mother's cunt."

The president immediately turned to stare at me—the first time she had turned around since we started moving. I immediately realized
: I shouldn't have said "your mother's cunt." This was also a moment of madness on my part. I've always been against using
profanity to insult someone's mother—I thought this was going too far. I quickly shut up, lowered my head, and continued thrusting without making a sound.
The president glared at me then turned away. Seeing her arrogant expression, my anger flared up again
, and I thought viciously, "What's wrong with fucking your mother's cunt? You're so slutty, your mother must be slutty too. Who knows,
I might fuck your mother's cunt someday. Oh, and your mother must be fat too. Hehe, after I fuck you, you sow, I'll fuck
your mother, that old sow!" Thinking about it, I realized my words were too much, and quickly shut up in my mind.

After a few thrusts in the darkness, my arousal 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 groan, and her vagina tightened again, gripping my penis. So fast!
The president's orgasm had come again! Still afraid the motorcycle would tip over, I had to stop thrusting again, preparing 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, she lifted her head from the motorcycle handlebars. I immediately began thrusting my penis into her
vulva with all my might—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 frantic thrusting quickly brought the president to another orgasm! I felt a little
jealous, and no longer cared about the motorcycle tipping over. Letting the motorcycle sway violently from side to side and back to back with her movements,
I 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 impressive; she even maintained control during her orgasm. This orgasm
lasted much longer than the first one, and a lot of warm vaginal fluid flowed out. The fluid quickly
stimulated my penis, and my arousal returned.

After recovering, the president steadied the motorcycle, leaning almost completely forward onto the seat so I could
penetrate as deeply as possible. She urged, "We're almost at a crowded place, now penetrate deeper, hurry
up and finish." With deeper penetration, the stimulation on my penis indeed gradually increased.
However, the president looked quite strained driving the motorcycle while maintaining this forward-leaning position. I used
all my strength to thrust desperately into her vagina, trying to ejaculate quickly.

We continued like this for a while, and both the president and I were panting heavily. Suddenly
, the president seemed to sense something and yelled, "Don't ejaculate inside!" Perfect timing! At that very 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! My penis
immediately began to convulse violently after being pulled out, and then I started ejaculating intensely. Thick, hot
semen splattered for a long time on the back of the president's school uniform skirt and the front of the motorcycle seat. I really dislike withdrawal
. I believe the greatest pleasure of intercourse is the feeling of fullness in the moment before ejaculation, the feeling of my penis being tightly enveloped by a warm, moist vagina
. This feeling of fullness can only be experienced if both partners are willing (otherwise the vagina won't be warm and moist) and both
are well-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: thank goodness
I had ejaculated and finished having sex; we could already see the town lights in the distance.

We got off the motorcycle and straightened our clothes in a secluded spot by the roadside. The student council president carefully wiped her
school uniform skirt and motorcycle seat clean with toilet paper. After restarting the motorcycle, we immediately
started driving smoothly and quickly towards the town.

Now all we had to do was hurry to the town to retrieve our schoolbags.

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