I fumble clumsily with my belt and zipper, but I eventually manage to get them out of the way. Grabbing Holly's small, delicate hand, I force it around my cock. She squeezes it eagerly, stroking and jerking me fast and hard. A groan passes my lips and as I watch as Holly grows more aroused, fixated on the couple on stage, I think I am more turned on at this moment than I've ever been in my entire life.
Onstage, the girl gets to her feet and the man grabs her roughly. He bends her over a desk and pushes her skirt up above her waist, exposing a tight, toned ass. My first thought is that, while it may be nice, Holly's is nicer. My second reaction, as I watch the man drop to his knees and start to eat her pussy from behind, is that I want to taste Holly again, right now.
I get to my feet, pulling my pants up, then get Holly on her feet. I push her against the wall, so she can continue watching the show as I drop to my knees before her. Pushing the skirt of her dress up, I pull her panties down, slipping them into my pocket. My cock strains painfully against my zipper as I listen to the “schoolgirl” moaning loudly behind me.
Leaning forward, I bury my face between Holly's thighs, lapping up the juices dripping from her pussy. I push my face forward, her soft patch of hair - groomed into a neat strip - tickles me, the sweet scent of her drives me crazy. She lifts a leg and drapes it over my shoulder, giving me a better angle to her wet, tight opening.
I cup her ass with my hands, squeezing tight as I slide my tongue into her. Her breath catches in her throat and her body tenses as I start to vigorously fuck her with my tongue. The sound of the woman moaning behind me blends with Holly's voice, spurs me on, and I lick and suck on her sweet pussy harder and faster. I can't get enough of her. The scent and the taste of her is heady, intoxicating, and it makes me want more.
I run the tip of my tongue around her swollen lips, nibbling on them softly, drawing a low moan from Holly. I slide two fingers into her tight little slit and start banging her rhythmically as I take her clit into my mouth and suck on it furiously. She gasps and cries out softly, pulling at my hair and grinding her pussy against my face. I drive my fingers in deeper, sucking on her clit harder, and feel myself going fucking crazy with desire.
“Yes, Brayden,” she whispers. “Oh fuck, yes. Just like that.”
I look up and see that her gaze is still locked on the couple onstage. I hear the woman moaning and the man's muffled groans, so I assume he's still eating her out. Whatever they're doing certainly has Holly's attention. She's hot, wet, and grinding her pussy against my mouth, taking my fingers deeper inside of her. I lick and suck on her clit, giving it a nip that draws a muffled yelp from her as I relentlessly bang her pussy with my fingers.
I can feel Holly’s body beginning to tense, her breathing growing more ragged by the second. When I suck hard on her clit and drive my fingers as deep into her as possible at the same time, she cries out with release. I look up and her head is pressed against the wall, eyes closed, a look of pure rapture on her face as she comes all over my mouth.
I get to my feet as her orgasm subsides and she looks wobbly, but there is a sparkle in her eyes. She grabs my hand and pulls me over to a chair. She quickly unfastens my belt and drops my pants, pushing me down into a sitting position. She leans forward and bites my earlobe.
“I've been looking forward to having your dick in my mouth all fucking night,” she whispers. “I'm going to suck you so fucking good, baby.”
Before I can say a word, she drops to her knees and swallows my cock. She takes it all the way into her mouth, tightens her lips around it and starts bobbing her head up and down, gradually moving faster. With one hand, Holly squeezes, and then massages, my balls. Her other hand finds its way to my cock and she wraps it around the base of my shaft, squeezing it tightly. She starts to move her hand and mouth in unison, stroking and sucking me for all she's worth.
And holy fuck, does it feel amazing. I lean my head back as powerful waves of sensation shoot through my body. I look up to the stage and see that the man still has the girl bent over the desk with her skirt above her waist, but he's fucking her from behind. He's pounding her with his cock. The noise of their flesh slapping together echoes around the room, blending with the sounds of the audience fucking and sucking the hell out of each other.
It's a carnal symphony and visual feast that's taking the intensity between Holly and I to a whole different level. I look down and see her staring at me, her eyes locking onto mine. A playful smile tugs at her lips and she takes my cock out of her mouth, still squeezing my shaft good and hard.
“You like watching?” she moans. “You like watching him fuck her?”
“I like it when I'm with you,” I say.
She bends down and runs her tongue across my balls, stroking me at the same time. She sucks on my balls for a minute, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Do you want me to dress up for you, Brayden?” she asks, her voice low. “Do you want me to be your naughty schoolgirl?”
She runs the tip of her tongue around the head of my cock, teasing that sensitive spot on the underside.
“Yes,” I moan. “I do.”
“I'll be whatever you want me to be, baby,” she moans.
She goes back to working my hard rod with her hand and mouth. I feel my balls tightening and the pressure building up within my lower body. I know that if I let her continue to suck my cock, I'm going to lose it before long. I look down again and see Holly slip her hand under her skirt. She starts touching herself, her moans vibrating my cock as she keeps sucking on me.
The sight of her fingering herself while she blows me almost pushes me over the edge. So, I stop her before she ends up with a mouthful of come. As much as I'd love to come in that beautiful mouth, I want her. I need her. Have to be inside of her.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “You are killing me, Holly.”
“What a way to go though,” she whispers.
I reach down to my pants and quickly fish a condom out of my wallet. My hands are so unsteady that I have trouble getting the wrapper open. Holly laughs softly and takes it from me, opening it up and handing it back to me.
“Thank you,” I say, a wry chuckle escaping me.
As I pull the condom out and roll it down the length of my dick, Holly stands before me, one hand under her skirt as she continues touching herself, her other hand cupping and squeezing her tits. I can't believe what's come over her, but I like it. I really fucking like it.
When I have the condom in place, she pulls her hand out from under her skirt. Her fingers glisten with her juices in the dim lighting. As she steps forward, I grab her hand roughly, drawing a surprised squeal from her. I slip her fingers into my mouth and lick the last bit of her juices off. She gives me a sexy little smile as she starts to straddle me on the chair, but I stop her.
“No, not like this,” I say. “Turn around. I want you to watch them while you fuck me.”
I can tell this idea turns her on and she quickly complies, turning around and pulling her skirt up, giving me a view of that tight, glorious ass of hers. She lowers herself down, taking my cock into her inch-by-inch. When I'm fully sheathed inside of her, she leans back and starts to rock her hips back and forth, sliding on my hard rod.
I reach around and start to play with her clit, pumping my hips at the same time, driving myself into her as deep and hard as I can. With my other hand, I caress her breasts, both of us moaning and groaning. On stage, the girl is on her back, her shirt off, her legs up on the man's shoulders. Her tits bounce in time with his fucking, and her moans fill the room. All around us, I hear men and women crying out in pleasure, and it spurs me on.
I pump my hips harder, driving my cock into her faster. Deeper. I rub her clit with my fingers, drawing whimpers from her that are growing louder.
“Fuck me, Brayden,” she moans. “Fuck me, baby.”