After school on holidays

On the weekend, the usually bustling school was like a deserted city.
I led you quietly into the activity center; the vast auditorium was silent, only the echoes of our footsteps reverberating in the air. I pulled you onto the wooden stage, placing you in the center, facing the audience on three sides, wearing your short skirt. I pressed the switch on the control box on the wall, casting a spotlight over you.
I took out a blindfold and had you put it on, then hugged you from behind, my hand tracing your stockinged legs, gently lifting your skirt, and whispering in your ear:
"Think about it, if everyone in the school were sitting here, how many boys would stare at you?" Under the spotlight, you began to sweat slightly. My fingers lightly stimulated the sensitive area beneath your skirt, barely concealed by your stockings, pressing and rubbing; as hot breath escaped your lips, you began to moan softly, filled with shameful desire.
My other hand climbed up to your chest, pulling your thin t-shirt tight, immediately outlining your braless breasts. I kneaded them freely, my deep voice hypnotizing you:
"All the boys in the school are sitting in the stands, watching what I'm doing." Your lower body began to wet, your legs involuntarily closing, unable to resist my fingers' advances through the gaps. Taking advantage of your secretions, I began massaging your labia; at the same time, my erect penis pressed against your alluring buttocks, resting under your skirt, rubbing against your skin covered by stockings.
I took out a black leather choker and fastened it around your neck, pulling your t-shirt up to your shoulders, exposing your defenseless breasts to the air; my outstretched hands cupped your not-so-small breasts, kneading them like silicone, or deliberately pinching them from the base and gently shaking them up and down. I knew that was enough to make you wet.
"You know what to do,"
I said after a deep kiss.
You knelt down, and by the feel of your hands alone, you unbuckled my belt, zipped up my pants, pulled down my underwear, found it, and brought it to your wet, slippery mouth. The wet sucking sounds echoed in the empty space of the hallway. With each suck, you used my favorite method without reservation, sucking deeply with copious amounts of saliva.
Unconsciously, I pulled on your collar, raising your head and neck slightly, making it easier for me to penetrate deeper into your mouth and throat. My other hand rested on the back of your neck, pressing down. The tip of my penis felt the tightness of your throat, and the slight spasm of discomfort only made me harder and larger.
Not wanting the game to end so soon, I let you suck on it dozens more times with your saliva before pulling my penis out of your mouth. Suddenly, I pulled on your collar and made you lie face down on the wooden floor.
"Lift your legs up."
Obediently, you spread your legs, allowing me to lift your skirt over your waistline. The wetness had already seeped down your inner thighs and soaked your stockings, creating a sticky patch. Carefully tearing a slit between your legs, I guided my penis and infiltrated your body inch by inch from behind.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes... please, go in a little more!"
I loved watching you tremble as I was penetrated, and I loved holding your waist and hips with both hands as I fucked you at will. The air was filled with our panting breaths, a passion performed on stage for an unseen audience.
After your first orgasm, I turned you over and entered you through your wide-open legs. I made you wrap your legs around my waist and your hands around my neck.
"Hold on tight."
I stood up, listening to your moans and groans as my penis throbbed irregularly inside you from the vibrations of my footsteps, and walked out of the hall to the west corridor.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the black marble floor, where two soft beds for pole vaulting were placed.
"The view here is amazing. If someone passes by outside, they can see everything clearly." "No, please...please go somewhere more secluded." Ignoring your pleas as your vagina still contracted, I roughly threw your body off the soft bed, pinning your hands down and sinking them into the mattress. I started thrusting my powerful hips into you seriously.
"Ah...oh umm."
The louder your moans grew, the faster and harder my penis thrust into your vagina. Unable to endure any longer, I released all my strength, my lips kissing your tongue deeply, leaving blushing hickeys on your neck and breasts.
Finally, inside your hot and contracting body, with your trembling, I released the fluids I had carefully suppressed for so long.
After removing your blindfold, I used my belt to bind your hands behind your back, making you use only your tongue to clean me completely, drop by drop.
"Did I say that?"
"Hmm?"
You looked at me as you lowered your head to lightly lick my penis, your eyes meeting mine like a kitten's.
"I like it like this, you're so lewd."
Two deep blushes rose on your face.

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