Lustful class president

It happened on a warm May day, after all the holidays had passed, and we, second-year students, were preparing for tests and the summer exam session. Our group consisted of 30 people, 8 of whom were guys. As usual, we had a group leader—Natasha. There was nothing particularly special about her, not a beauty, but cute-faced, with long curly blonde hair, plump lips under a slightly fleshy nose. As for her body—back then, under tight sweaters and a short skirt, it seemed normal to me, except maybe her butt was a bit too big, like J.Lo's. In general, people say about such girls: if she gives it—good, if she refuses—we'll find someone better.

At that time, after a student

party in the dorm, I started a romance with a classmate, Olya. A cool chick—tall, with legs, as they say, up to her ears. Her breasts were a bit small, though, but she fucked amazingly (or so it seemed to me then, until I got to know Natasha better), and the kind of oral we had was just a fairy tale. But she wouldn't give it in the ass, although I worked on it.

So, this Olya had some unresolved issue with Natasha in their interpersonal female relations. Maybe the group leader marked her absent, or maybe she crossed her path somewhere, I don't know the details. But they started to provoke each other. I didn't get involved, just chuckled at their catfights.

I don't remember how long it went on or how far it went, but one day, sitting in a lecture (it was the end of April), I felt something soft hit me in the back. I looked and saw a note lying near my feet. I bent down, picked it up, and unfolded it. "Look back!"—it was written in the recognizable handwriting of the group leader. I shrugged and looked back. In the last row sat Natasha in a pink sweater and a short skirt. She slowly spread her knees, and my jaw almost dropped. She was wearing black stockings attached with straps to a garter belt. Natasha spread her legs even wider, and I saw black panties that barely covered her shaved pubic mound. Through the sheer fabric, the lips of her vagina were visible. My mouth went completely dry when Natasha slipped her hand between her legs and stroked her fingers around her clitoris. And the most important thing—no one saw it except me; everyone was busy with the lecture.

I might have sat there until the end of the class, watching Natasha's actions, if not for Olya sitting next to me, who poked me in the side with a pen. I quickly turned around. "Why aren't you writing?"—she whispered to me and looked back. Natasha had managed to bring her knees together and pretended to be writing. I picked up my pen and started scribbling after the professor, barely restraining myself from looking back again.

After class, the whole group spilled into the hallway; a long break was starting. Olya went to the restroom with a friend, and I headed outside to smoke and process what I had seen. On the stairs, Natasha caught up with me. "So, how do you like my pussy?"—she asked me in a sultry voice, which I hadn't noticed before. "What was that all about, you have nothing better to do?"—I replied. "You know, a lonely woman always has nothing better to do. And would you like to see and try everything with my body? Believe me, it'll be super, at least better than with your bitch!" "Hey, hey! Watch your mouth. If you're lonely and itchy down there, it doesn't mean others are the same. And as for the bitch—you're probably more of a bitch than she is,"—I told her. "Well then, take me like your bitch, what's it to you? Okay, think about it, I'm not rushing you, but for today, I'll find someone more agreeable!"—she blurted out and went downstairs. During that break, I smoked three cigarettes in a row.

After that, there was a lull; Natasha didn't even attempt to talk to me. The holidays passed, half of which I spent in bed with Olya. And then one day, after one of the classes, we had two free periods. The group scattered in all directions. Olga went with her girlfriends to shop, the guys went to drink beer. And I found an empty classroom and decided to prepare for a test. I spread out my notes and was about to start reviewing the material. Then the entrance door creaked, and I saw the group leader on the threshold with a bottle of "Longer." "Well, finally, we're alone,"—said Natasha. She turned to the door and locked it. "So, what's next?"—I asked sarcastically. "You'll find out now,"—Natasha replied, smiling. She walked over to me, clicking the heels of her boots, unbuttoning her leather cardigan on the way. Under the cardigan, she had a white, sheer blouse through which her breasts with small pink nipples were visible. "Aren't your tits cold without a bra?"—I asked, smiling and still not believing what was happening. "I took it off in the restroom. I think you won't let them freeze, dear!"—Natasha replied, placing her bag and the bottle on the desk. The short, beige skirt barely covered the elastic bands of her flesh-colored stockings.

— Did you think about my proposal?"—Natasha asked, lifting her skirt up to her panties. "Right here?! What if someone comes?"—I asked, feeling my ears turn red and my breathing quicken. "Well, if that's the only concern, don't worry, half the university is outside right now,"—she said, leaning over me, unbuttoning her blouse and exposing her breasts. "Come on, don't be shy, no one will disturb us, and Olya won't even find out!

At the sight of her bare breasts, I completely lost my head. I wanted so badly to sink my lips into those nipples, lick and bite them. I raised my head and saw the slightly parted plump lips of this lustful bitch right in front of me. My hand rose, and grabbing Natasha by the neck, I pulled her to my lips. We merged in a kiss, playing with our tongues. Then I pushed Natasha onto the desk and, continuing to kiss her, began to caress her breasts with my hands.

Feeling her nipples harden, I left her mouth alone and switched to them. One hand had already slipped under her skirt and firmly squeezed Natasha's crotch. She moaned. Without thinking twice, I slipped my hand into her panties and penetrated her vagina with my middle finger, while my thumb began to massage her clitoris.

Natasha wasn't lying there like a log. First, she caressed my cock through my jeans, and then, when she felt its hardness, she deftly unbuttoned my belt and zipper with one hand and set it free. Not letting me fully enjoy her nipples, she pushed me away forcefully and sat me down on a chair. Then she took off her cardigan, threw it on the desk, and turned her back to me. She lifted her skirt and exposed her butt in a thong. Yeah, her ass was just what you needed! Wide hips just begging to be impaled on my cock. Natasha wiggled them in front of my face, and I felt a pleasant aroma coming from her butt. Then the group leader grabbed the thin strip of the thong and moved it aside. She arched, grabbed the two halves of her buns with her hands, and spread them apart. Even my non-professional gaze was enough to understand that Natasha had experienced all the joys of sex. Her pussy, craving my cock, was smoothly shaved and parted its lips. Her clitoris was the size of the tip of my thumb. But what amazed me most was her asshole—a kind of crater, ready to be impaled on anything.

Natasha came closer, and I licked her crotch from her clitoris all the way to her anus. Then I sank my lips into her butt, my tongue penetrating inside her anal opening. Pulling out my tongue, I did the same with her vagina. Natasha took my cock in her hand and positioned it under her dripping womb. Slowly squatting and parting her labia with the head, she began to lower herself onto my tip. As if in slow motion, I watched as my nineteen centimeters disappeared into her cave. Then Natasha jumped off my cock, turned to face me, got on her knees, and swallowed it into her mouth. Her plump lips wrapped around my dick like a boa constrictor around its prey. Her tongue danced along the frenulum of the head. Natasha wasn't just sucking; she was savoring it like a kebab. I never noticed such responsiveness from Olya! The group leader slid my cock into one cheek, then the other, as if brushing her teeth. Then, with difficulty, she swallowed it completely a couple of times, causing her face to turn red and gag reflexes to start. She pulled out my cock and spat accumulated saliva onto the head.

Natasha got up from her knees,

came closer to me, and hugged my neck with one arm. With the other, she reached behind her back, took my cock, positioned it at her vagina, and in one motion, impaled herself on it. An electric current seemed to run from the tips of my balls all the way to the head of my dick. I grabbed her butt with both hands and sank my lips into her nipple. Natasha began to ride me. "Yes, my stallion, yes! Put a finger in my ass!"—she asked. I let her suck my middle finger, brought it to her anal opening, and carefully inserted it into her ass. When it went all the way in, Natasha started jumping on me even more actively, quietly whimpering. "One more!"—she asked. Since her asshole was well-stretched, my index finger easily joined the middle one. Working in her chocolate hole, I gave pleasure not only to Natasha but also stimulated my cock.

Natasha's vagina and ass began to contract—she was coming. Grabbing my head with her hands and pressing it to her chest, she whispered: "Bite, bite my nipple!" I took her nipple between my teeth and bit it. "Ooooh, yeeeeeessss!"—Natasha squealed and moved her hips more intensely than usual. I couldn't withstand such a hot intensity of passion and began to cum with violent streams of semen, which, unable to contain itself in the group leader's scorching pussy, spilled out, smearing on my jeans and Natasha's stockings.

— Wow! Did you like it, my dear?"—Natasha asked, breathing heavily. "You bet!"—I replied, equally breathless, and added, "I could use a smoke now." "Here, but they're only 'slims.'" Natasha, without getting up, reached for her purse and took out cigarettes. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a small enema. "What's the enema for?"—I asked, lighting a cigarette. "That's the second part of the Marlezon Ballet,"—the group leader replied with a mysterious smile.

She got off me and lit a cigarette. Semen trickled in a thin stream from her vagina down her thighs, leaving a trail on her stockings, but she paid no attention. Sitting on my lap, Natasha took my limp cock in her hand and began to lightly jerk it off. Taking a drag from her cigarette, she said: "I'm sure Olya doesn't give it to you in the ass. Want to visit my backside?" "Of course, I do!"—I replied, exhaling smoke. We both took a drag and kissed passionately. Natasha started jerking my dick harder. After a few minutes, it began to swell in her hand. The group leader stubbed out her cigarette on the table, got off my lap, and, leaning over my cock, took it in her mouth. From her manipulations, it quickly regained its fighting state. After playing with her tongue on the head for a bit, Natasha straightened up and reached for her bag. She took out a face cream. "Sorry, there's no special cream, but this will do,"—she said, unscrewing the cap. Scooping up some cream with her hand, Natasha, while jerking my cock, applied it first to the head and then along the entire length. "Now you lubricate my hole!"—Natasha said languidly, leaning over the table. With my cock sticking out, I stood up, threw the butt on the floor, and stomped it out with my foot. Then, with two fingers, I scooped up a handful of cream and began to lubricate between the two halves of Natasha's buttocks. The group leader began to moan softly; it was clear this gave her pleasure. I scooped up more cream and inserted two fingers into Natasha's anal opening at once. The group leader lay on the table and grabbed the edges with her hands. "Don't tease me, fuck me!"—she blurted out, breathing heavily. I didn't make her beg for long.

My submarine approached her anal harbor, and the head slowly entered it. "Oh, yes!"—the group leader moaned. I began to insert my cock further until it was completely immersed in the chocolate crater. Natasha tensed her butt muscles. I pulled my cock out halfway and forcefully thrust it back in. "Oh, yes, dear, more!"—the group leader whispered, wiggling her butt. I started moving faster. My torpedo pounded her anal hole nonstop. However, I felt a slight drop in arousal. I had to speed up even more. Natasha moaned. I pulled out my cock and inserted it into her pussy to plow that lustful, juice-dripping hole for a bit. "Go back to my ass, I'm about to cum!"—Natasha asked after a minute. My cock re-entered her backside and began to ram her chocolate eye. The group leader tensed; her hands gripped the edge of the table tighter, her fingers turning white. "Faster, faster, there, there, there—aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"—echoed through the classroom. Her body shuddered every time I buried my pole to the hilt.

But my orgasm was still far off. Without letting Natasha catch her breath, I flipped her onto her back, threw her legs over my shoulders, and again plunged into her ass. "Oh, my insatiable one, yes, more, fuck me like you never fucked your bitch!"—the group leader whispered. I began to fiercely pound both her holes alternately. "Here, bitch, you wanted this, take it, take it!"—I growled. Then I drove my cock into her ass and, without stopping, oblivious to everything around me, began to fuck the group leader furiously. Natasha shook her head from side to side—another wave of pleasure washed over her. But I didn't care; I just wanted to get my own pleasure. I didn't even hear someone tugging at the door and then knocking. My cock tensed; I clenched my teeth to keep from screaming from the pleasure washing over me. Pulling my dick out of the group leader's anus, jerking it, I began to cum into Natasha's still-open hole. Then I drove the torpedo back into the ravaged breach and collapsed onto Natasha, breathing heavily.

Yes, I must admit, I've never had sex like that in my life! The group leader began to stir beneath me, mumbling something about needing to get herself in order. I got off her, wiped the remaining semen on her panties, and stuffed my equipment back into my pants. Natasha adjusted her thong, lowered her skirt, and, buttoning her blouse, said: "We had a great time! Thank you, dear! By the way, your bitch is out in the hallway. She was the one tugging at the door!" "I hope this stays between us?"—I asked. The group leader, smiling slyly, said: "Well, of course, what do you think? But, dear, you'll have to earn my silence!" I also smiled slyly and said: "I had no doubt you were a lustful bitch. Okay, we'll figure it out!" The group leader threw on her cardigan and headed for the door, while I sat down at the desk and tried to focus on the test.

Natasha opened the door and went out into the hallway. Some voices were heard, and a minute later, Olya peeked into the classroom. When she saw me, her eyes widened. It was amusing to watch the realization dawn on Olya's face: the "Longer" bottle with lipstick marks, cigarette butts, and drops of semen on the floor and table. It all became clear to her immediately. "Well, you're a real dog. And with whom, with that bitch!"—she shouted, turning red. Covering her face with her hands, sobbing, Olya ran out of the classroom. I didn't even try to catch up with her. Everything was clear—there could be no relationship between us. The group leader had taken good revenge on her rival.

After this incident, my relationships with the girls in our group deteriorated. Some sympathized with Olya, others didn't care. I had unforgettable sex with the group leader a couple more times, but those are other stories.

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