Meryl Lee - The younger the better

His horny hugeness was hot between her thighs and he bent just slightly at the knees to angle for the penetration. In one last second of aloneness in the stage wings with him, Pammy felt the bold cock split through her trembling pussy lips. He was going to take her standing up – try to dance before the theater crowd watching even as he fucked her.

"Do… oh, Bryan, darling… do me! Do!"

Fighting the sweep of her orgasm and knowing she was only a breath away from having to tumble to the floor Pammy tried to follow his lead. A great cramming pole of demanding phallus filled her vagina… brimming ripe with the juices of love… about to erupt like Vesuvius deep in her passion center. And before the whole wide world!

Senses swirling, Bryan's last coherent thoughts were with Celeste, there beyond the scrim. Her coming to their house; her teaching him all he now employed with this girl he knew he loved… wonderful Celeste had readied him for Pammy.

At the lip of the stage, as if she read his mind from that distance, Celeste turned slowly and stared directly through the scrim at him as she sang…

"And think on her, on her who all can see. On a dark-eyed lady, and that love waits for thee."

Brazenly, before Celeste and the whole music circus tentful of voyeurs, Bryan bent his lovely Pammy backward. Far back at the hips till rich tempestuous breasts were jutting heavenward and her lower body was driven tightly against his. Then as though it had been choreographed to the lines of the song, he drew the writhing, straining girl attached to his front, slowly and firmly away from his cock, forcing her deliberately almost to the tip to expose the great white shaft that connected them. Then he dragged her back with maddening brazenness, ignoring her cry as he impaled her again totally.

A hypnotized audience watched the drama of their copulation, no one daring to breathe. It was as if the entire assembly sensed it was party to a very private moment.

The cry of rapture spilled from Pammy's lips and her head lolled far back, flame hair tumbling freely, touching the floor as Bryan lowered her to the ground. Both, oblivious to audience, were locked in the helpless, beautiful wonder of orgasm, pulsing, writhing, slowly quieting as the house lights brightened and the stage beyond the scrim went dark.