Christmas Concert: Leah and Jason Fuck

As they entered the secluded band room cold and decorated with Christmas theme decor the dim lighting washed over them like a warm embrace. The school was eerily quiet. After Jason made sure the door was locked he moved to Leah and embraced her. He drew her to him and kissed her, holding her closely to her. She drank in his kiss. What was it about this nerdy man that impressed her so much? Was this passion just hidden from her?

"Kissing in the bandroom is against the school code of conduct." he said as he pulled his lips away from hers for a moment.

"Lots of things are against the school code of conduct." Leah said as she reached down to unbuckle his belt. He smiled as he felt her hands on his crotch fumbling for his belt, and then his zipper.

"Luckily it's the start of Christmas break--no one to disturb us." he said interrupting her work to give her a kiss. Leah reached down into Jason's pants and felt his stiffness. He was so large, and already hard.

"Someone is excited." she teased him playfully as she slid his pants and boxers down.

"Mhmmmm what do you expect?" He kissed her "I've been thinking about this all day."

"All day? God that is hot. I want you inside me." Leah said sensually as she looked into his eyes.

Jason grinned as he gently helped Leah on top of his desk, spreading her legs open. He admired her perfect body in her Christmas get-up, the way her curves glowed under the dim lights. He reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. As he placed himself inside her, he felt a rush of emotions; desire, lust, and something deeper that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Oh my god, Jason!" Leah cried out, her voice echoing through the bandroom. "You're so BIGUHHHhhh!"

Jason chuckled softly, nuzzling the side of her neck. "I know, baby," he whispered. "I've been waiting for this all day."

Leah let out a sigh of contentment as he began to thrust inside her. The sensations were overwhelming, heightened by the forbidden nature of their encounter. She reached up, tangling her fingers in Jason's hair, pulling him closer.

"Fuck me, Jason," she pleaded as she kissed him. Every inch of him spreading her apart.

Jason's eyes met hers, both of them knowing what they wanted, what they needed. He began to thrust harder, his body moving in sync with hers. Leah moaned, her voice echoing through the empty bandroom. Jason loved the sound of her voice, the way it made him feel alive, invincible.

He kissed her, tasting her passion, her intensity, her desire. He could feel her orgasm building, the way her body shook beneath him. He could feel it too, the sensation of her pussy clenching around him. It was like electricity, shooting through his veins, coursing through his body.

He reached down and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer as he thrust deeper. Leah cried out, a primal sound of pleasure escaping her lips. Jason felt like he was losing himself in her, becoming one with her. He could feel her climax washing over him as she writhed on the desk. As Leah's moments in paradise subsided she relaxed her legs. Jason slowed down, savoring each thrust.

Then he withdrew himself and thrust her legs to one side, gripped with passion. He bent Leah over the desk and was inside her wetness again. He was thrusting harder and faster. Leah felt so good, even though he knew it was so bad. He was fucking another man's fiance--but he didn't care. He longed for Leah and every moment with her was intoxicating.

"Fuck!" Leah moaned as her climax had only added sensitivity to her womanhood. Each thrust by Jason's well-endowed cock sent shivers through. Jason looked down admiring Leah's form as he gripped tightly and thrust again and again. He was nearing his climax...