Overcrowding. Erotic story

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OVERCROWDING.
Student erotic fantasy (all participants are fictitious)

A watermelon lying on the sand by the sea under the hot rays of the Sun can barely contain the internal pressure of the heated juice. Just a little more - and the oily pink liquid with seeds will spill right between the fingers, flow between the legs...
“What am I thinking about” - so blushed a 20-year-old girl, a student, with a long braid, in a tight-fitting lung dress with large flowers and a wide neckline. Her wide hips and knees held the watermelon, and her classmate comfortably hugged her from behind. He tried to gently hold her shoulders, but she felt his heart beating wildly. He was a fairly ordinary student, and she didn’t even notice him right away. But now, when she felt how she excited him, something wild, animalistic awoke in her, and she unbearably wanted to undress and jump on him in order to completely drive him crazy, so that he would remember this for the rest of his life...

They met back in the winter, but their studies, his modesty, and other concerns did not allow them to get close enough for it to come to something intimate. At first they were more like friends... then there were timid kisses, walks in the park, sitting in coffee shops - the usual student romance. He felt a slight warm love for her, and she... she was pleased that a congenial person, a man, had appeared in her life, and she no longer felt lonely. She always wore discreet sweaters and often wore glasses, so at first glance she could even be mistaken for a “nerd” girl. Maybe that’s also why their relationship developed so slowly.
But that was until summer came. When she began to wear light clothes, he felt her body. It wasn’t even graceful - she was a little plump, the skin of her shoulders was not perfect, covered with moles and a little dark, but this was precisely what brought him into wild excitement, which was now growing day by day. He saw something different in her. It was as if she had been transformed. And this new feeling began to press from within, making it difficult to sleep - every day, every evening.

“I think he might burst like that...” she joked. His fingers were already on her waist, which felt good under her dress. And then they slid even lower... she didn’t moan yet, but she bit her lips slightly, her hips trembled slightly, and small spots of sweat appeared on her dress under her arms. At the same time, she felt how unusually hard his penis was. He wasn’t her first boyfriend, but the first time she ran her hand over his jeans, she felt absolute steel rigidity - like an overfilled tank, which could only be caused by extreme arousal. “If I already excite him so much in a dress, then what will happen if...” she thought. And again a muddy wave of lust washed over her. Drive me crazy, let him feel my whole body, let him see my breasts, let him see how he enters me... and I can do it! Make him absolutely happy! She also ran her hand over his penis under his clothes.
“...so much has accumulated there, probably...”
- “let’s go where there are fewer people...”
- “but someone will notice there anyway, people are walking"
-“no, there are dense bushes there, we’ll hide, I know”
-“yes... just take a towel... napkins..."
She herself dragged him by the hand, stepping with her large and beautiful fingers on the yellow and hot sand. Finally, thick sea buckthorn bushes appeared, through which the spots of the Sun could barely make their way...
“spread it here, I’ll sit... on top”
He put a towel on a fallen log. “Is it really going to happen right now?? Will I really see her completely naked, her back, legs, shoulders, buttocks, feel her weight on me... I’m shaking too much... how long can I hold out? I hope I won’t cum too quickly,” a whole stream of thoughts flashed through his head, but she didn’t really give him time to come to his senses. She pulled off her dress, clumsily stepping over it with her legs, unclasped her bra, pulled off her panties, and pulled off his T-shirt while he pulled down his jeans. She was no longer a girl at that moment, but just an animal, a beast that wanted only one thing - to get to the penis... she wrapped her lips around it and began to quickly move it up and down.
“Stop... I’m going to cum like that” - he stopped her, feeling a wave of pleasure approaching him.
“Then I’ll sit down... I’m sorry, I can’t stand it anymore.”... she tried to sit down, but the branches began to get in the way, hitting her right in the face.
“Let me sit back, okay?”
“yes”
Leaning forward a little, she unexpectedly quickly inserted his entire tense member into her. He entered surprisingly easily - it was quite spacious in her, and at the same time, the walls of her vagina gently wrapped around him and elastically held him inside. He instinctively extended his hands to her buttocks, but even before he touched them, she began to jump quickly and sweepingly - either almost releasing his penis, or completely sitting on it to the very root... Literally after a few such jumps, her breathing became heavy and suddenly she screamed - wildly, unusually, low, not like a twenty-year-old girl, but like a woman, like a passionate creature brought to the culmination of her arousal of strength. Her thighs began to shake, it suddenly became wet between her legs, she went limp a little and leaned forward strongly, so that her hands now reached almost to her toes. He was very surprised that everything happened so quickly. But this was not the end...
“More...” she whispered.
He grabbed her tightly by the buttocks and began to push her onto his penis, unable to stop - his fingers were now wet, she flooded his stomach and pubis, and now he saw how his slippery penis quickly moved into the vagina. It was already impossible to stop.
“More!...”
He grabbed her buttocks until they turned red and pressed her tightly to him when everything inside him began to pulse. It seemed to last a whole minute or more: her amazing trembling thighs in his palms, his throbbing penis, cum gushing inside, and painfully sweet sensations.

That’s the end. A guy sits on a fallen tree, and on him, leaning forward, with her back to him, is a girl with a long braid. He gently strokes her back, hips, fingers her hair... She gave him such happiness... he wants to make her feel nice and cozy...
She is almost asleep. There are butterflies in her stomach, goosebumps in her body, and such pleasant, skillful hands are stroking her... her lips reach out to his hands and kiss him tenderly. And they say...
- “it seems like a napkin can’t be used here ”
-“that’s for sure”
- “damn, it looks like they heard me for sure...”
n- “let’s at least dry ourselves with a towel so we can get dressed”
- “well, yes”
- “it was awesome”
- “let’s get going”
- “well, we can repeat it”
-“oh, it’s better not to say now, otherwise you’ll excite me again ”