2 Girls in University Event
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Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - At a faraway university, where I provided technical support for a multi-day event on the topic of artificial intelligence. The university was four hours away by car, and I went alone because no one else at the company was available. The girl who organized the event had an ugly face, but she had a wonderful body (primarily her tits) and was very lovely. I had never seen a girl more beautiful than her female friend; she was moderator of the event, but she had lovers. Finally, I fucked both.
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I was sleeping very deeply when I woke up to find the event organiser girl kissing my cock. I love morning sex; it makes the whole day much better when I can have sex with someone after waking up. She gently pulled the skin on my cock while kissing it, and sometimes licking it.
I woke up.
I stroked her head with my hand to let her know I was awake, she looked at me and took my cock all the way in her mouth. I moaned. I sat up a little to pull her upper body closer to my head and started kissing her ass, but soon changed my mind and pushed my head between her legs. I pressed her pussy against my mouth and started kissing it, as if it were her mouth, sticking my tongue inside her. She must have liked it, because she started sucking my cock more intensely. I thought I should fuck her, but I had left my condom in my wallet and didn’t feel like getting up to get it. She pulled the skin on my cock so hard that it hurt. I squeezed her hips so that her pussy was pressed against my mouth and I could kiss and lick her, while she kissed and sucked me. It felt good, I caressed her round ass while licking her, and she pulled the skin on my cock more and more intensely, while she took my cock all the way in and teased it with her tongue. It felt good, and soon, we both started moaning.
Soon, we were stimulating each other in the same rhythm. As I moved my tongue in her pussy, she tugged at the skin on my cock; sometimes it hurt. And, meanwhile, she sucked and gently stimulated me with her tongue. Then, unexpectedly, she sucked hard, and I cried out because it hurt, and told her not to do that yet, only when I was about to cum, because it hurt a lot. She looked at me, said okay, and went back to sucking my dick gently, and I pushed my head back to her pussy to continue licking the inside of her vagina. We did it in rhythm again, it felt really good, and I felt that I was about to cum. I could hardly breathe from her pussy, but I moaned anyway, and I think my tongue sped up a little from the excitement, and she sped up a little too. I pressed her pussy against my mouth, and now I was moaning loudly, my thighs tense. She pulled my cock harder and deeper with her hand, and sucked it with her mouth as long as she could. I can’t take it much longer ... And then I came, I felt my sperm squirting, and she sucked my cock with all her strength, just as I had asked her to. My body tensed with pain, I had to lift my head out from between her legs, I screamed loudly, slapping her ass so she could feel how much it hurt, but I couldn’t say it, I just screamed and yelled from the pain and pleasure. She kept doing it until my sperm spurted out, which could have been 20-30 seconds or more. It hurt terribly, but I was so tense that I couldn’t tell her about it.
It took me a long time to calm down and realise that she wasn’t enjoying it, only I was. I was panting, trembling and kissing her butt. I turned her over so she was lying on her back, and pushed my head between her legs. I licked her pussy and caressed her breasts, even though I could hardly breathe from what had happened before. It didn’t take long for her to come, too. Her body went wild, she dug her hands into my shoulders and moaned, stuffing one hand into her mouth.
That’s how we woke up. We panted together for a few more minutes in the bed, then she said we should get going if we didn’t want to be late for the beginning of the show. We got up, made a quick breakfast and coffee, and set off.
I thought about yesterday’s boring and, to me, incomprehensible lecture, and how pointless it was for me to be there, because I didn’t understand it and wasn’t interested in it.
The speakers weren’t even from the company this time. They were scientific researchers or something like that. One guy had a beard and talked about “neural networks” and “training data” for what felt like hours. The other one, a woman with glasses, kept showing charts with numbers and percentages that didn’t mean anything to me. I stopped trying to follow along after the first ten minutes.
I mostly just looked at the blonde woman who was moderating. She had a nice smile and seemed to actually understand what they were talking about, nodding along and asking questions. At least that was something to look at. The bearded guy droned on about “parameters” and “algorithms.” I checked my phone a few times but there wasn’t much happening.
Time passed very slowly, but luckily the lecture hall was full of university students, and when I looked around, I saw lots of interested people. I had no idea what was going on, but one of the speakers began to explain that self-driving trucks would follow self-driving cars, and that made me nervous.
The bearded researcher started talking about transportation and logistics. He said something about sensors and computers that could drive trucks without anyone in the cab. Some of the students were taking notes. I just sat there feeling uneasy. This was supposed to be about the future of the industry, but it sounded like they were talking about replacing drivers like me.
The woman with glasses showed more charts about efficiency and safety statistics. Everyone seemed impressed except me. I didn’t like where this was going. The blonde moderator asked a question about timelines, and the bearded guy said something about ten or fifteen years. I shifted in my seat and wished I was anywhere else. My truck was parked outside and I wanted to be in it, driving, doing what I actually knew how to do.
There were breaks every hour, during which I talked to my new love and the pretty moderator girl, we ate cake in the cafeteria, had lunch, and drank coffee. Time passed slowly, but the breaks were pleasant.
At least the breaks made the day bearable. The cafeteria had decent cake, chocolate with some kind of cream filling. We talked about normal things, not artificial intelligence or whatever it was called.
The coffee wasn’t bad either. We sat at one of those small tables near the window and watched people walking by outside. Some of the university students joined us and talked enthusiastically about what the researchers had said. I nodded and pretended to follow along, but mostly I just enjoyed the break from sitting in that lecture hall. My girlfriend squeezed my hand under the table. She knew I didn’t want to be there.
One of the afternoon speakers really upset me. He said that his institute had already automated medical diagnostics, which is more accurate than what humans do, and that the treatment recommendations are also more accurate. In connection with this, they have already started using surgical robots without medical supervision, which perform surgeries much more precisely than humans. This made me very nervous because it reminded me of stupid sci-fi movies in which machines operated on patients, who were then usually devoured by a monster. They did add that this technology is already available, but its introduction will be lengthy due to social resistance.
I couldn’t stop thinking about robots cutting people open. The speaker seemed excited about it, talking about precision and success rates, but all I could picture was some machine malfunction and a patient bleeding on a table with no doctor around. The students were asking questions about how the robots learned to do surgery and whether they made mistakes. The answers didn’t make me feel any better.
My new girlfriend noticed I was fidgeting. She texted me asking if I was okay. I texted back that this whole thing was creepy. First they want computers to drive my truck, now they want them doing operations. What’s next? I looked around and everyone else seemed fine with it, like this was all perfectly normal and exciting. Maybe I was the only one who thought it sounded like a bad idea.
The speaker moved on to talk about other things they were automating, but I’d stopped listening properly. I just wanted the day to be over so I could get back to my truck and my regular life where things made sense.
Finally, the lecture ended, the university students and lecturers went home, and we sat down in a bar next to the university. I was nervous about the two topics that I understood at all, but the pretty moderator girl and my new girlfriend were also acting a little strange.
The blonde moderator had joined us for drinks, which surprised me. She ordered a glass of wine, and seemed less professional than she’d been during the lectures. My girlfriend was quieter than usual, stirring her drink and looking out the window. I cannot drink because I have to drive.
I mentioned something about the self-driving trucks and the surgery robots, how it all seemed wrong to me. The moderator just nodded and said change was always difficult. My girlfriend touched my arm, but didn’t say anything. The conversation felt awkward. We sat there for a while, not talking much, the noise of the bar filling the silence between us.
Finally, the pretty moderator girl cheerfully said: “Oh, and thank you for the video, you are a wonderful couple, I am very happy that you found each other.”
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