Perv Couple Fuc Tiny Theatre Girl

The moment nineteen-year-old Gemma stepped onto the stage, Sharon and I exchanged a knowing glance after seeing her in rehearsals while picking up my niece. The music swelled, her voice filled the theatre, and every movement of her body was a seduction as she danced. With a sunkiss tan she owned the space, commanded it. Her sleeveless, skintight, silver minidress, with a cut out that teased her cleavage and knee-high-boots stirred my cock. The moment she locked eyes with us in the audience--just for a fleeting second--I knew the night wouldn't end when the curtains fell.

Sharon, wearing a black low cut dress and heels leaned into me, her fingers grazing my wrist. "She's so mesmerizing," she whispered.

I smirked. "Those braces are cute. Her blond and silver shoulder length curls... She is a lot shorter than you... Just wait until we have her all to ourselves."

After the final bow and applause, we made our way tipsy on champagne backstage. This wasn't a chance meeting--we had arranged this moment in advance. Gemma's dressing room door was slightly ajar, an invitation in itself. When I pushed it open, she was waiting, still wrapped up in her mini dress and matching boots, her makeup slightly smudged, eyes dark with unspoken intent.

"You enjoyed the show?" she asked, her bright lips curving into a slow smile.

"You already know the answer," I said, stepping forward my sticky cock bulging, dying to escape my trousers.

She let Sharon touch her first--delicate at first, a hand sliding along Gemma's stage make-up jaw, a slow, deliberate kiss that deepened as Gemma melted into it. Sharon's tongue weaved carefully across the girl's fixed braces.

I stood there, watching, taking in the way Sharon's fingers skimmed over Gemma's hugging dress, her finger going in the gap on her chest, just enough to tease at the perfect skin beneath.

I reached for them both, my hands firm as I pulled them against me. Gemma gasped slightly, caught between us, her head tilting back as Sharon pressed her lips to her throat.

"Let's take this home," I murmured.

"Where the real performance can begin?" sneered Sharon.

Gemma exhaled, her hands sliding down my chest. "Lead the way."

The drive home was electric--Gemma sat in the backseat, her dress hugging her ample firm young tits, exposing just enough skin to keep Sharon shifting beside me. The anticipation between us was thick, unspoken but understood. I made a mental note to jizz over her smooth shimmering go-go boot if I ever got the chance. By the time we reached our apartment, the air felt charged, humming with possibility.

As I closed the door behind us, Gemma turned to face me. Her hands slid up my chest, red manicure nails lightly scraping the fabric of my shirt.

"You watched me all night," murmured the nineteen-year-old.

I smirked. "And now I get to touch."

"Fuck yeah, you perv," she beamed.

Sharon was behind her in an instant, her lips brushing against Gemma's bare shoulder as she whispered, "You like being admired, don't you?"

"I like my pussy being stretched even more," giggled Gemma. "You can part my curtains!" she said sassily.

Gemma's breath hitched slightly, her little body arching into Sharon's touch. "I've not done this before, a couple, and I certainly haven't played with anyone as old as you too,"

"Good," whispered Sharon. "You can teach me to sing, I'll teach you how to pleasure us."

I took my time, sliding the mini dress up  from her thighs, letting it hitch on her waist. Her white panties, underneath clung to her folds in all the right places, sheer enough to tease but not reveal everything. The sweat of her performance filled the air.

I sat down on the couch, pulling out my fat prick that rocked, watching as Sharon ran her fingers down Gemma's spine, slowly, methodically. Gemma turned to me, her blue eyes sparkling with want, and straddled my lap. The heat of her body pressed against mine, the scent of her perfume intoxicating.

Olive skinned Sharon knelt beside us, her hands roaming over both of us, her mouth finding Gemma's. The taste of sweet braced teen lingered on her lips, their tongues meeting in a slow, languid dance. I ran my hands over Gemma's thighs, gripping them firmly, feeling the tension in her muscles as she rocked against me.

"You've been on display all night," I murmured against her ear, my fingers tracing the delicate cotton along her clit. "Now, it's time to let go."

Sharon stripped out of her dress and stood in her lace lingerie and strappy heels. The size proportion between the young and older woman got me even harder, as Sharon pulled her huge titty fuckable breast out.

"Nice tits," Gemma remarked.

She shivered, tilting her head back as Sharon's hands pulled her panties to the side, slowly slipping a finger in her tight minge, her thumb on her ass hole. I kissed along her jaw, her pulse quick beneath my lips.

"Good girl!" I encouraged, groping the little slut.

She moaned softly, as she slid down my pulsating pole the sound sent a jolt of heat straight through me. "You like an old cock up you?"  I slobbered. She was so much tighter than my wife and niece.

"Fuck yeah!" panted Gemma, bouncing on me while stealing kisses from Sharon, and stucking on the mature woman's tanned tits.

"Fuck his big cock harder baby girl!" instructed Sharon, and Gemma slapped down on me hard.

Sharon removed her damp panties and sat on the couch spreading her legs, her trimmed dark bush on and sopping meaty flaps on display. Both Gemma and I knew it was time to change things up. I pulled down Gemma's wet panties letting them fall to the floor as she stood like a silvery superhero with her hands on her hips. I was tempted to stuff her panties in her mouth, or wrap them around her neck, but wanted to take it easy on the young filly.

She stepped out of them still in her glittery silver go-go boots and bent over to lick and flick Sharon's bean. With dress above her perfect cheeks I wasted no time and fucked the dripping slut from behind, my balls slapping hard against her toned ass.

"Ruin the little bitch!" barked Sharon as Gemma buried her nose in her pubes. "Mmm," she moaned with delight, grinding on the girl's mouth.

"If you old cunts can!" came Gemma's muffled voice as i pumped her. "Fuck me tight ass old man," spat Gemma her lips dripping with fanny juice.

I pulled out of her cream clit as she gushed on the floor. basting my cock and finger with her juices I fingered her shitter little and began to slip my length in her young ass inch by inch while she played with my wife. The hot little slut was bliss! Gemma clamped down on my cock at all the right times and I had to focus on not blow my load up her young chocolate-starfish!

Everything after that was a blur of tangled limbs, soft gasps, and whispered desires. The night stretched long, the three of us lost in the heat of the moment, taking, giving, indulging in every fantasy we had only hinted at before.

Gemma was on her knees before me blowing my rod like a pro as Sharon held Gemma's costume clad breasts licking her neck.

"Hold her fucking head," was one of the last things I remembered saying, as I pulled my cock out of her shiny brace fill mouth as Gemma poked out her tongue.

"Good slut," I breathed.

"Fuck yeah!" she snorted, fingering her young folds.

Sharon held her head and chops tight slightly to the side as my balls twitched and with a nasal grunt I unloaded my backed up wads of creamy spunk over her pretty face like emptying a tube of toothpaste. The little cunt jerked backwards as my man-muck hit her square between the eyes and up her nose. The reams seemed endless as I splurged over her face and Sharon's chin and hair.

"That's a lot of cum old man," gasped Gemma, my cum dripping down her dress, thighs and sliding down her boots.

"You fucking actresses look better covered in cum!" I smirked as Sharon licked my goo-batter from petite bitch's face.

"You're fucking great play-thing," Sharon and I purred in harmony.

"You couple of pervy old twats weren't so bad either," husked Gemma.

And when dawn broke, Gemma was still there, tangled between us, a satisfied smile on her lips.

The standing ovation she received tonight? That was nothing compared to this.