Abandoned construction site

It was an autumn evening when I decided to visit the old construction site for an assessment. I'm 25, a girl with red hair, a beautiful body with perfect proportions, and size 3 breasts. I decided to go to the site because work had given me the task of assessing the scale of demolition—it was scheduled to be torn down soon. It was a two-story red brick building, partially collapsed under the weight of time, as well as teenagers and homeless people, who were frequent visitors to such places. So, along a small dirt path, I approached the building, walked around its perimeter, inspecting it from different sides and taking notes in my notebook. After that, I stopped at the entrance

and, moving closer, heard a strange noise on the second floor. I looked around, but nothing was visible from the first floor. Then I carefully walked over the stone fragments covering the floor toward the staircase, or rather what was left of it, and began to climb up. After ascending, I slowly began to walk around the floor, moving toward the sounds, and finally approached a room. Entering inside, I froze.

In front of me, on an old wooden bench, leaning back against the backrest, sat two guys, about 18 years old by the looks of it, with their pants down and masturbating. Seeing me, one shamefully hurried to pull up his pants and sat with his gaze lowered to the floor, but the second, on the contrary, spread his legs wider and continued his activity, looking at me defiantly. Two feelings took hold of me: to shame both teenagers and kick them out, or—I glanced at the second guy's cock and made my crazy choice.

I slowly approached the bench, stood in front of the boy, and, spreading my legs, began to lower myself onto him—I was wearing a white blouse, a miniskirt, stockings that reached the hem of that skirt, but I hadn't put on underwear, so there was no need to remove anything—I decided not to show my breasts. (Specially for .org—) The guy, seeing my actions, was taken aback and removed his hand, waiting for events to unfold. I felt the touch of his cock against my pussy, rubbed against it a little, and, guiding it with my hand, impaled myself completely. The guy gasped with pleasure and hugged me with his arms, and I began to move slowly on him so he wouldn't come right away. After some time, feeling all the madness of what was happening, I began to tremble in convulsions, my whole body pulsed—it was a powerful orgasm.

At the same time, my vagina began to milk the guy's cock, and he, unable to resist any longer, pressed me against him to the limit and began to fill my womb with his sperm in powerful, hot streams. When he finished, I sat on him for a while longer, looking around the room, then looked at the other guy—he was frantically masturbating while watching us, and I felt sorry for him. I got off the first guy's cock and, approaching the other, carefully knelt down so as not to tear my stocking and, taking the boy's cock in my hand, guided it into my mouth. However, he didn't last long and, pressing my head against him with his hands, began to pour out his seed. I didn't want to get dirty, so the best way out was simply to swallow everything, which I did without any disgust. After that, I licked the guy's cock one more time,

then took a tissue from my purse and wiped away some of the leaked sperm from the first teenager.

Standing up, I told the guys that the building would soon be demolished and ordered them not to come here anymore and not to tell anyone about what had happened. The boys got dressed, stood up, promised not to spread the word, and left. And I returned to my notes and continued inspecting the construction site.