Ariana Grande's Only Sex Tape {darkest_fate&Joshua Sankt Johannes}

The silken touch of her gloved hand inexpertly wrapping around Manuel's cock was a pleasing sensation, so he slowed himself to allow her to continue. He kept his hand stroking her hair, running his thumb over her reddened cheek where James had slapped her and circling it softly, able to feel the pummelling force being applied to her mouth.

His partner, by contrast, was getting rougher and rougher, slamming his hips into the young woman's vulnerable throat, driving his cock as far down as he could go. The resistance frustrated him, and he motioned for Manuel to step aside for a moment. Clearing some space, he leaned down and wrapped his arms around the back of her head, pulling her into him and lifting her slightly so that he could force his cock to its fullest extent into her. Rather than trying to work slowly towards the goal, he preferred to take it all in one brutal thrust, trying to penetrate her tight throat and lodge his cock all the way down into her gullet, with no regards to the consequences, physically or emotionally, for the squirming teenager.

The cock within her gloved hand pulsed, clearly enjoying itself. As it should: that cock belonged to Manuel, whom Ariana had, to some degree, charmed, or at least she hoped. This did not prove the case with James. Ariana could feel him continuing to pummel her mouth, using the hole like his own personal fucktoy. In and out it sawed, forcing her to gag and glurk and make unseemly noises with each passing thrust. Spit flew everywhere as Ariana began almost unconsciously drooling about the thick cock. Long strands splattered her clothes, dotted her chin, one somehow even managed to hit her eye, forcing her to close it and show the pretty painted lid.

Not enough, not for James. For soon Ariana felt the cock leave her hand. Then hands grabbed her head. Ariana found herself proved wrong yet again as the cock slammed into her. The gagging grew worse then ever, her body actively heaving, the throat spasming about the cock. James might have been somewhat smaller then Manuel in size, but that didn't make it any easier on the struggling teenager.

For she could feel his cock jutting into her throat, seeming to push her gag reflex with each thrust. Spittle flew out as she coughed, big chunks of it going. Her eyes closed and she let out a moan, knowing it reverberated all along the length of the shaft skewering her face. She worked to keep it as wide as she could, her jaw once more aching with the effort. Yet she could not hold, not for long, her teeth often gracing the cock, accidentally coming down. Her tongue flailed from time to time to try and lick, to participate, but she sheer overwhelming feeling.

worse, Ariana felt her breath shortening. Dots started to swirl in the one eye that had remained open. This was utterly and completely humiliating, leaving her with no doubt in her mind: she was a little kitty slut for these men, and she just needed to play along.

Yet perhaps the greatest shame was the pool of arousal that came with that very thought, that thought and the promise of what it meant for Ariana's quickly heating body.

For an amateur, and a very inexperienced amateur at that, Ariana's resilience impressed James, but that didn't mean he was going to throw her any favours. Rather, it only increased his determination – and with that, his brute force. His arms were skinny compared to the average porn star but possessed more than enough strength to lock tight around the kneeling girl's head, while his hips slammed towards them with enough force to lift her from the floor on each thrust. She was either going to choke out, pass out, or try to stop it, because there was no way this could continue. He didn't particularly care which: any option was still going to end badly for her.

He was being showered in reflected spittle from her throat. Thick trails of ooze had globbed down onto the black, shiny material of her tight costume top. The kitty outfit gave the debauched scene a sickly comic twist, the ears wagging back and forth as her head was bounced back and forth like a volleyball, the tail bouncing up and down as her petite frame was forced to absorb the jackhammering.

Manuel had given up on petting her as his friend's aggression grew more rampant, but he stayed close by, jerking his cock brazenly at the sight of her violation, ready to take over the second there was an opportunity to introduce an even bigger, thicker slab of trouble to her already tired mouth.

The slamming continued irregardless of Ariana. She felt her throat jerking and spasming, the lack of air causing real panic to flood through her veins. Spit kept leaking even as the dots started to flow and her squirming became a little more frantic. Pulling away proved impossible, and she didn't think even trying to stop him would be a good idea. The girl desperately tried to swallow and keep up, but James simply proved too much for her. She kept trying to hold out, but she had started choking very, very violently, her face starting to turn a deeper shade of red.

Ariana's hands waved for a moment to try and grab something for purchase as she felt her consciousness slide from her. He was pounding her into oblivion... past. The choking grew more and more furious, her platinum throat convulsing mightily, heaving now in its desperation to expunge the intruder from her. Ariana felt as though she might vomit, might collapse.

And she began to grow limp, the fight seeping out of her as her one open eye began to roll back, consciousness sliding from her grasp, her choking become far, far too much for the poor teenager to handle.

Guttural sounds filled the air, raw, ragged sloshing as the struggle for her throat tipped inexorably towards victory. When James saw the white of her eye starting to show, though, he knew he had to pull back and allow her at least a moment's respite. He unclenched his arms and stood up, pulling back his cock slowly, dragging with it a virtual waterfall of thick slop from her mouth that splattered down the front of her top. She was quite a sight, face red, one eye glued shut, mouth and chin coated in slick drool, her slender body clearly suffering from his force.

Manuel was less pleased with what he saw. He crouched beside her as James stepped clear, gathering her in his arms and pulling her to him. Taking hold of her arms, he guided them back behind her back, arranging them until they were just abreast of her perky little ass, and pinning the slender wrists together with one hand. From the gown he had been wearing, he had taken the cord that looped around the waist, and he now used that to bind her wrists together, quite tight.

“No hands, kitty,” he muttered gruffly into her ear. “No hands.”

It was an impossibly unfair burden, to expect her not to resist when she had been on the verge of losing consciousness, yet he now set her up to exactly that. Hugging her to him from behind once her hands had been tied, his own hands moved to her front, sliding up to her chest and feeling the sticky wetness of her drenched top. Through it, her firm breasts were discernible, the wet material sticking to them tightly. Taking hold of them gently, he stroked across the nipples, circling them to raise them to attention then rolling them softly under his thumb. As he hugged her from behind like this, fondling her to calm her, his pumping cock poking her in the back just below her bound hands, he whispered in her ear.

“Tell Daddy when you're ready again, little one.”

In front of her, the “ready for what?” stood: James, rubbing a handful of her own messy throat-slop onto his gleaming cock as lubricant for another angry appointment with her throat. He watched as Manuel manipulated and coaxed her, kissing round her neck and up to her sticky face, planting his lips softly on her closed eye and nuzzling it until it was clear of saliva enough to flutter open again, and all the time gently massaging her breasts through her damp costume top, now pinching the nipples very delicately between thumbs and forefinger as he ground into her, hugging her tight.

Coughs shook Ariana as her throat cleared. She couldn't help but continue to gag and spit, a little more spittle leaking from her mouth in big ropey strands. Even while she spat up, Ariana fought to suck in great breaths of air, desperate to restore her body's vastly diminished air supply. Her head swam, her body feeling light, that dizziness which had become a near constant state once more taking hold of her. So much so that she offered no resistance as Manuel pulled her hands back. Ariana felt something wrap around her wrists, pulling them painfully tight against each other, tight enough for her to whimper.

A gruff command, and Ariana felt her legs wobbling. No hands? But she at least needed to clean up: her spit had gotten all over the place already and---and now his hands curled her, pulled her tight. The hands returned, teasing her chest through the fabric. The padding did little to prevent the sensations from jetting into her. Both breasts warmed almost immediately, the nipples surging up with each and every caress, aching with need. The prodding cock against her rear only furthered Ariana's lust, making her moan and toss her head just slightly.

More whispered commands: tell when ready. Ready for what? Ariana forced her good eye open, seeing James playing with his cock again. Ready for him, obviously. Kisses and soft caresses wiped much of Ariana's face clean, at least getting her eye back into commission. She blinked that slowly, feeling her full vision come into play. Then more time upon her breasts, teasing each mound, the ache continuing. That ache slid down into her loins, inflaming them. Already Ariana could feel her sex puckering, bits of girlish dew collecting on the battered petals. Strangely, even her ass seemed to thrum, as if the wires had been crossed and it now felt included in her sexual excitement.

"Ready---ready for---what?" rasped Ariana, her pretty voice hoarse. She swallowed and looked to James. "Is... is he going to fuck me, Daddy?" she asked, her hips moving a bit. That did sound like the plan, and she'd take it over having her throat plundered again. Though since she wanted it, Ariana almost immediately assumed she wouldn't get it. She simply hadn't been good enough to warrant that kind of reward, right? She swallowed again, wanting to be ready, already getting ready to nod.

Hearing the hint of excitement in her voice, Manuel released one of her breasts, and slid his hand down her stomach, cresting the puff of the frilly skirt, to slip between her legs. The rush of heat he found there told him everything about her true state, about what all of this was really doing to her. He grinned wickedly, his hand brushing her inner thigh and curling upwards until his fingers prickled against the damp tautness of her skimpy thong, nudging it aside enough to just make a jolt of electric contact with the clammy skin beneath. His other hand pawed her more vigorously, plucking her breast into his grasp and squeezing it lightly, drawing his fingers down to the nipple in a teasing spiral.

“Is that what kitty wants?” he whispered in her ear with a grin, his mouth hovering by her cheek. He didn't really think the ditzy starlet understood that actually fucking James was going to be a new level compared to what she'd gone through already, the man famed for the intensity and rawness of his scenes even with seasoned professionals.

The hand moved, and Ariana found her body following it, undulating in time. Her hips rose to meet the digits. Her sex practically trembled as it felt those fingertips just teasing against the thong. That thin fabric only tantalized further, demonstrating just how aroused its young wearer was getting, and how quickly. It moved aside, and again Ariana gasped, her hands going to grip Manuel to stabilize herself while her knees threatened to give out entirely. A pleased little sighing groan left her, and she danced in place while Manuel worked over her still over-sensitive body.

A whispered question, and Ariana had to fight the urge to mewl like the animal she'd been labeled. She forced her eyes open, turning them to look to him. That cute little tongue came out to wet those still sparkly lips, and she looked into Manuel's eyes. "If that's what Daddy wants," she practically whimpered, knowing that would be the script from which she should read. Please him: get pleased. That was how this worked, and Ariana was more then willing to continue playing along.

James, a mere spectator to this little display, had to wonder just what Manuel had put her through earlier. He'd heard that Ariana was something of a spoilt diva, but she was so submissive, so pliant, that he had to admit he was impressed at how quickly and thoroughly his friend had broken her in. She was a little innocent, sure, but she was a full grown woman of 18 years, and yet here she was on her knees, meekly nodding along to their deliberately depraved demands. It suggested he was, if anything, going to have to step up his game.

Manuel, for his part, was simply proud of Ariana. He kissed her behind the ear, nuzzling against her soft skin, as between his finger slid slowly inside her as a reward. “You're so fucking cute, little one,” he smiled, trailing his thumb around her nipple, nudging this way and that like a small, hard button to play with, giving it the faintest of tweaks to bring up the nerve endings and then rolling the flat of his thick digit across it. Easing his finger back and forth, he rocked her body gently against his, keeping up his ministrations to relax her, and in doing so, control her. “Take your time, let Daddy know when you're ready, kitty,” he repeated softly. Her softness was so endearing that under any other circumstances, he would have wanted to just cuddle the adorable teenager up into a slow bout of making love.

Instead, though, he decided it was time to let his friend fuck the shit out of her.

Part of Ariana wanted, nay, demanded to say no. Could she say no? What would happen? Likely punishment, and it would likely come in a very physical manner and swiftly. But... hadn't she given him control over her? It seemed like she should be the one calling the shots or...

ooh, he started to kiss her ear and she squirmed, thinking becoming that much harder again. A hand again found her nipple, teasing and flicking it. Ariana groaned, her head lolling, the intoxication of heavy fucking coming onto her yet again. Why think or resist when it just felt so damn good? Just fingers playing with a nipple, rolling it about, toying with it, sent little shivers of pure pleasure coursing through Ariana's veins, drugging the young girl still further. She could feel him teasing her, readying her. She knew the petals of her sex had become engorged, dew gathering. What she didn't know is that her clit swelled, that almost deep inside she started to react in a primal fashion: a female in her prime ready for mating.

"Mmm," cooed Ariana, opening her eyes. She looked to James, running her dark eyes over him, taking in every inch. Not as handsome as Manuel, not in that same rugged sense, but arguably prettier. except for his cock: Manuel's beat it in every way as far as Ariana was concerned. Still, they'd agreed. "I think I'm ready now, Daddy," she cooed, looking back and Manuel and nodding. She waited for a command, ready to move and do what it took. it shouldn't be too hard: he'd probably hammer away at her or something and then cum really quick and she could go back.

After all, surely only Manuel had excessive stamina... right?

Right?

James needed no second invitation. As Manuel pulled his hands from her and sat back, offering up the gift-wrapped prize to his friend, he reached down and grabbed onto her ponytail, yanking her back towards him. He met her face with an almost vicious thrust of his cock, immediately claiming her mouth once more, and this time beginning right from the start at a frenzied, battering pace. With her hands tied there was no protection for the vulnerable teenager, and from the animalistic power he brought to this renewed assault on her throat, there would be no respite from him end.

Manuel for his part was content to stand and simply move to the side and watch: sitting in a chair facing them, his remoteness would be a sign that there would be no help coming to her rescue from him. Grunting as he built up to full power, James took full advantage of this, and full advantage of Ariana, facefucking the kneeling starlet mercilessly, offering as justification for his savagery nothing more than a simple, cold, “Gotta get it nice and wet first, right?”

Again a hand seized her hair, and again Ariana let out a gasp as pain and excitement flooded through her. She expected him to throw her onto the bed, or possibly pull her up to angle for thrusting, or possibly even to shove her to the ground so he could pound her into the carpet. Instead, she found her glittery lips returning to the cock. It shoved with, scraping against teeth and immediately going as far as Ariana's gag reflex would allow. The coughing and spluttering began almost immediately. Spit bubbled up from Ariana's mouth, some even coming out her cute little nose. Almost immediately her eyes rolled up to look at James, shock showing in every bit of those dark orbs.

Nice and wet? Ariana could feel the cock rocking into her mouth, feel her saliva collecting all up and down the shaft of it. More and more liquid seeped from her, and she worried that the entire bottle would simply come out from her battered face. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for it. The thrusts hammered at the back of her skull, shaking her face, stabbing into her gullet. The choking actually slowed down as Ariana's throat simply grew used to having a cock plundering into its depths. The coughing slowed as well. Even the saliva seemed to come less.

The glugging never ceased. All the little gasps and groaned coming from the kneeling, bound teenager continued to seep forth. The sloppy wet noise of cock sliding about lips continued as well. Ariana's vocal stylings might have been somewhat dimmed by the cock clogging her, but they certainly were not wholly muted.

Nor was the squirming. The girl writhed and pulled, her body surging against her outfit and the bindings. Reflex told her to move away from the treatment, to stop letting herself be battered, but her mind barely held on, reminding her that she'd agreed to this, that this was what she'd literally just said she was ready for. She had to prove that... right?

Whereas before, pushing her to her limit had been an unavoidable side-effect, now it was the very goal of James's unexpected brutality. Of course, he wasn't really going to choke her all the way out, but he wanted to drive her to the edge again, to see those big starry eyes roll back in her head once more, before he took her. To that end he gripped her ponytail tight to keep her head in position as he slammed his hips into her face, ignoring her sounds of suffering and meek alarm, the steady glug-glugging nothing more than a rhythm against which to judge the pace of his thrusts into the throat of the sexy teenage pop star.

Manuel watched keenly. A part of him was rooting for Ariana, in a way. None of this was born of hatred of her or a desire to inflict pain: humiliation and shame, but only as a means of causing that adorable mess of confusion that was so sexy to exploit. He thought she was a dumb, ditzy brat, but he didn't dislike her, and was already rather fond of her, based on having known her for only a couple of hours. He wanted her to get through this, to triumph: he thought doing so would awaken her sexuality, repressed by outdated American social mores, that of a young woman of 18 fully ready to enter the exciting world of sex.

It was a chrysalis, of sorts, only with a bit more skull-fucking.

The hips kept slamming into Ariana, and she kept glugging away. She felt the head press into her throat each and every time, jutting back there. Only every other thrust caused her to gag now, spitting up just a little more of the cum. She kept swallowing, kept forcing her throat to adjust to the new invader. This was how things would be from now on; she had to adjust, had to get ready.

Yet he hammered her skull so hard, fucking away at it. her head spun, nearly started to ache with pain. The jaw certainly felt stretched, that alone making her eyes water from time to time. From her lips to her throat, Ariana felt almost bruised and sore. She certainly wouldn't be able to sing properly for at least a day or so, not without careful care.

Yet he kept fucking: kept hammering into her skull, kept drawing more and more spit up. Ariana swallowed as best she could, taking her own spit. A few coughs, a few sputters. Her tongue wrapped, flicked at the underside of the delving cock, but seemed to only get in the way. She had to struggle not to let the thrusting cock completely destroy her tongue. Her teeth graced as well.

Worse, the cock barely let her get air. She could feel it cutting off her supply again and again. Slowly, ever so slowly, Ariana felt the spots gathering again. Her eyes rolled, though she shuddered, forcing them closed, forcing herself to at least try, to certainly not give up until she absolutely had to. If nothing else, the girl had work ethic and drive, both of which she used to work the cock that kept plundering her throat.

Even when her eyes started to get drowsy and flutter out of focus, James continued, the glugging noises only worsening, the slick spray showering around them intensifying, the slap of his body into hers growing ever more brutal. He did not stop even then: only when he felt her actually starting to go limp would he stop. Bracing himself to his complete limit in her throat he held on, knuckles of his fist turning white as her face went the opposite way, before suddenly pulling out in one fluid yank that spattered a foot long string of thick, clear drool all down her black kitty top.

Dragging her to her feet by her ponytail, unsure if she could even stand, he threw her bodily onto the bed, and was on her in an instant, pushing her face down as his hand rifled her puffy skirt, lifting it and plucking the soaked little thong hidden away beneath, pulling it down off her hips in such a frenzy that it seemed like he had her out of it, hooking it over her stockings, in a blur of sexual energy. Not ten seconds since he had been lodged in the kneeling starlet's wilting throat, he was driving himself into her tight, but slick wet, teenage pussy, sure to cure any lingering fogginess as his patented breed of controlled aggression took over. One hand tight on her ponytail, one hand pushing her lower back down flat to the mattress, he fucked more than half of his cock into her in one stroke, announcing that this was to be just as torrid and testing as what had gone previously.

The brutal slaps of flesh upon flesh, the glugging, it drowned out even Ariana's usual vocal responses. She felt her eyes rolling, her body shuddering, felt her hold to her limit. Even then, he jerked her tight, shoving his entire cock within her. Ariana could feel her nose touching against his body, knew that he'd sheathed himself in her. He held her there for so long she thought she would truly pass out, was just on the limit.

Then release, release and a long strand of spit. Ariana continued to sputter, her body once again squirming. A tug got her to her feet, though they almost immediately gave out, unable to support even the lithe teenager any more. Not that it mattered: she soon found herself face down on the bed. Ariana's skirt ruffled, the wispy thong showing. She could feel it unsticking from her sex, the wet juices causing the fabric to pull against her. The sensation caused her to groan, her body shuddering. Her voice had dropped, a rasp entering it that had not been there before. That rasp sounded all the more as Ariana let out a wild yowl.

For her panties had left, and then a cock slammed into her sex. The slick petals gave way almost too easily, letting half the cock slam into her without the slightest bit of struggle. Not that Ariana couldn't feel every inch of the thick thing as it slid into her sensitive, quivering walls. Her sex immediately swallowed it, her tightness readily apparent. She'd been plundered, to be sure, but not often, and even then, her tight body would always make for a snug fit, especially for cocks like James'. Those velvet walls clung to him, pressing the steaming wet all along him.

A hand pulled on her ponytail, and Ariana felt her body bowing, her flexibility again put to the test. Her head raised, her arms helping support, while her hips and plundered sex shoved into the bed. She let out a low moan, already shuddering, not believing how roughly she was being handled, nor how intensely her body reacted. Intense fucking drew an intense reaction: she could no more fight it then she could fight the urge to breathe.

Her body was being bent at an incredible angle, but James wasn't going to give her any accommodations for that. He snatched up her arms, pulling them back into position behind her back, crossing over such that he could grip her slender wrists in one hand and keep them tightly positioned, pulling back her shoulders and leaving her helpless to support herself. He continued to drive into her, rocking his hips upwards so as to lift her hips up and then slam them down with every motion of his thrust, while his hand slid around from her back to her side, groping under her for a handhold of firm teenage breast.

His cock was plunging deep into her: despite her inexperience, his lesser size compared to Manuel's meant that the going was a little easier for him. Besides, she was clearly very aroused: he could feel the heat and wetness of her sopping sex gripping him like the amorous embrace of an excited lover. Her “tail” was pulled to the side, wagging comically every time their bodies met in another vicious slam, his thighs smacking into the bare skin atop her stockings. Of course, James was known for bondage and using all manner of props and tools in his professional work, but his hands alone were good enough her to control and command the helpless young woman, groping roughly at her breast, squeezing until he found that burning little nipple and then tweaking it lightly against his thumb, while he kept her arms pinned right back behind her back.

The hands grabbed Ariana's, twisting her back. She lost all support, her upper half wanting to fall forward, but the pull, he pulled her back. James kept her upright with one hand, holding her in the awkward position while his hips hammered against her sex. Each slam caused her girlish hips to rise, the skirt jostling, then fall right back down onto rampaging cock. Those thrusts rocked her entire body, shoving her forward. Ariana felt so dizzy, would've fallen were he not supporting her.

Another hand, this time upon her breast. James squeezed through the fabric, roughly mauling the sensitive teenage flesh. The drag of fabric across sensitive nipple drove Ariana to a distraction, even though it served only one sensation amidst the bombardment that hammered relentlessly upon her. Each shift of his hand dragged more of the fabric across her. The nipple began to grow nearly raw from the friction, raw and sensitive and aching, ever so aching, sending pain and pleasure shooting into Ariana's body, intoxicating her still more.

The hand pinched the nipple, drawing tight, and Ariana let out a yelp as the new pain shot into her. She groaned throatily, the shake going all throughout her body. Interior walls trembled and shook around a constantly thrusting cock. The slick tunnel sucked the cock in and out, her natural lubrication making the furious going all the easier. Even then, she felt hot, oh so hot, the friction of her sex causing more and more heat to burn within. She swore he fucked her so hard her sex literally grew burned.

All the sensations overwhelmed Ariana, causing her to release her now somewhat raspy sexual song. All the ooh and ahs, no half-witted comments, not now: her mind could not linger on words long enough to say them. Just syllables, parts, "ohs" and "ahs" and "gah's", all dragged out in her perfect pitch, rasped by the roughness of her so recently fucked throat.

Manuel could sit and watch no longer. He slid onto the bed in front of the couple as their bodies crashed back and forth in a noisy, sweaty, clamorous union of flesh. Taking Ariana's head in his hands he leaned down level with her, leaning his forehead to hers as she bobbed back and forth, smiling encouragingly, amused by her little oohs and ahs, her insensate moaning, her expression of pure confused rapture. Her beautiful face was a treasure to behold in a moment like this, for all its smeared ruin, all the dried tears and streaked make-up, and he caressed it delicately. “Sweet little one,” he whispered sympathetically to her, this thumb brushing against her lips as he held her.

For James, by contrast so rough and almost out of control, it was getting too much, the tension of her tight pussy coupled to the extensive attention her throat had given, or at least had taken from it, was causing his cock to ache and throb. Slowing down, he decided to change the angle, gesturing Manuel away and grabbing both of Ariana's legs. He flipped her in one motion, and impressively reentered her without missing a beat, now on top of her as she was pushed onto her back, allowing him to sink much deeper into her as he splayed her thighs apart. His hands pinned her down, pushing her across the bed with each savage thrust until her head hung down off the edge of the bed, hair hanging down towards the floor.

Even upside down, she would surely recognise the pair of legs that moved to stand in front of her – directly in line with her now vulnerable throat.

The pounding, the mauling of her flesh, it all drew a familiar tension tightly within Ariana. She could feel it with each slap of James' hips against her thighs, feel it each time his domed head parted her inner walls, feel it with each caress of her burning nipples. It swirled around within her, winding her tight, forcing her sex to ripple and squeeze at the cock that pounded within it.

Manuel returned. Ariana turned her breathless face toward him, seeing the smile. Her own orbs radiated lust and confusion, the wanton expression twisting her innocent expression, highlighted by the still glistening bits of spittle and smeared makeup. A thumb touched her lips and she let out another groan, feeling the sensation arch all the way toward her sex, winding the tension tighter.

Then a slow, and Ariana moaned, ready to protest. Her words turned into a sharp cry as she flipped, arms and legs flying for a moment. Her body hit the bed hard, driving her breath from her. The suddenness mixed with her tension already, so that when James drove inside her sex, he'd feel it trembling and jerking, the climax already starting to take hold of her. If his hands hadn't been pinning her, doubtless Ariana would have arched off the bed. Her wiggling grew intense, a raw, throaty moan leaving her body. Her thighs had spread lewdly, the wet slopping sound of the cock sliding into her convulsing sex almost as loud as her.

Her head lolled, the hair falling, and she looked up at Manuel. Her eyes widened and she gasped, unable to form more then parts of words: "Cum.. cum... I'm," as she trembled, her body arching up against James.

Any further words were cut off by the unannounced introduction of Manuel's cock, guided gently but firmly into her upside-down, overhanging mouth, one hand cupping her head to hold it steady, the other helping pin the thrashing teen's squirming body to the bed, alighting on her breast and taking hold. Rather than give her time to adjust, the overly large, thick cock simply bullied on ahead, forcing its way deep in one smooth pump. The hand on her breast tightened, more of a grope than a caress, steadying her upper half so that it could be freshly ravaged.

Her lower half had no such steadying influence: rather, James was throwing himself at her with abandon, relishing the prospect of extracting a mind-blowing orgasm from the girl who'd entered the house a virgin, and yet would now find herself being spit-roasted by two porn stars, before he too had to cum. Screwing himself deeply into her, his thighs locked against hers to spread her as wide as possible, he casually threw an arm under one leg and brought it up, the slender, stockinged limb lifted until he could hook it over his shoulder. When he leaned in, he could sink much deeper, now practically to the very base inside her, his lower stomach scraping against her mound as their two bodies sucked one another up.

They worked in time: when James sawed back, Manuel would push deep, and when James thrust forward again, Manuel would retreat. Her body was thus subjected to a kind of brutal pendulum effect, the bed groaning as loudly as any of the three of them as an indication of the kinds of pressures she was being subjected to. In addition to the holds on her leg and head, two hands, one from each direction, roamed her body, grabbing breast, buttock, thigh, throat, any inch they pleased, devouring the teenage flesh in hungry gropes, her skirt so pulled up it resembled a giant fluffy belt, her black top splattered with throat-mess and worse.

Ariana cried her orgasm into the cock that soon filled her mouth. The teenage girl could not help but be overwhelmed now. Every previous orgasm had resulted in a ceasing, in their stopping, often in her sex being filled or her being altered. Not this time. They rode her out, slamming into her quivering body as if the pleasure seizing control of every one of her nerves mattered not. The cock plugged all the screams that left her body; if anything, her sudden blast of sound made it easier for the cock to sink so very deeply.

Her interior walls continued to quake and jerk, spasming around the invader that kept riding her out. The orgasmic waves stretched the poor girl, her body undulating. Her two male lovers pinned her so effortlessly, even as every muscle in her body strained against them, seized by primal pleasure. They held the squirming, kicking, thrashing young lady down, driving themselves into her even as she came. The cock sawed in and out of her shivering, quaking walls, simply letting her girlish cum slither about it, the jerking only easing the passage.

Oh, her breasts burned so sweetly. It felt as though someone had lit twin fires on each of her nipples as they were continually dragged across the fabric of her risque top. Their hands mauled her titflesh, each caress driving further, stretching her longer. The orgasm rode further, still jerking her even as James altered position. Trembling thighs parted almost too easily for him, even as they shook and jerked. The leg went up, and the sensitive walls felt more going into them, delving deeper then ever. Ariana's hips rose ever so slightly off the bed, the angle promising full penetration, should James take advantage.

Her throat could do more then swallow, her mouth becoming little more then a noisy hole for fucking. Spit bubbled up from time to time, seeping out and running across her chin. The long mane of hair swished with each bob, jerking back and forth in time. The constant sawing felt exquisite, especially as they continued to work her sensitive body even as Ariana worked through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

It all answered one question for her: a woman could be fucked beyond orgasm and, yes, yes her body did become more sensitive, though she'd hardly thought that possible. The exquisite ache and inflammatory pleasure promised madness.

Once they had ridden out the bucking of her nubile dancer's body against their twin penetrations, the two men at opposite ends of the spit-roasted starlet slowed to a steady rhythm, James almost tender compared to his earlier roughness, Manuel at least allowing her to breathe even as he filled his need to stuff her succulent throat with more meat than seemed humanly possible. His hand softly massaged her neck, feeling the shape of his own bulge distending the tan skin, straining the tight black collar that cutely adorned her, while James's hand concentrated on working her breast methodically until the nipple was achingly erect, whereupon he would shift his attention to the other, bringing up two burning mounds of tenderness from beneath the tight black top.

They continued on this until her squirming had subsided; then, Manuel carefully extracted his cock, practically foaming with the amount of throat-slick dripping from it, spattering a heady load across the pretty face of the dazed teen, while James slowed gradually until he was simply sawing across her pussy rather than penetrating it, the flat of his cock grinding against her from base to tip. She would find her hands being untied. Perhaps even a little time to breathe and recuperate.

But not too much time.

Because it wasn't but a few heartbeats before Manuel was picking her up, dragging her across his lap as he sat down on the edge of the bed, and wrapping her thighs around him. His cock was bolt upright from his lap like a pillar as he slowly lowered her onto him, his hands firm at her hips, his mouth devouring a small breast with raunchy abandon, sucking directly on the nipple through the damp cotton. Although technically she was now on top, he controlled everything, his hands limited the pace of her hips as he adjusted her to his bigger size, her pussy still after all the beating it had taken pleasantly snug around his hugely thick shaft. Any illusion of control on her part would be very fleeting: partly because Manuel reached around, and slowly inserted his thumb into her tiny asshole; and partly because behind her, James was applying a handful of lube to his cock.

Not only would Manuel feel the throat bulging, but he'd feel the muscles working as Ariana continued to swallow, taking him, working his cock almost mechanically now. Within just these few short hours she'd vaulted from being a virginal cocksucker to having at least a novice's level of skill, arguably more. When two porn stars worked you over, you picked up some things. The skill only made the action all the lewder, as the girl sucked and worked the cock, her throat and those pretty, glittering lips moving all the more against him, seeming to practically try to work the cock.

All the while, James made certain that the flame within Ariana's breasts never would die, teasing and prodding, dragging the nipples with exquisite rawness against the fabric. The work continued, stretching Ariana's orgasm, stretching her body, stretching everything. Then Manuel departed, splattering Ariana's face. she swallowed and worked as well as she could, her dazed body again working mechanically, knowing motions even if the misfiring brain struggled to get them into action.

Then the cock left her still trembling sex. Those cute little lips breathed and shook as James withdrew, the hole practically beginning to be filled once more. The cock teased. The hands lowered. Ariana felt her arms go free, hanging to her side. She sucked air, looking forward, her dazed eyes falling upon James for a few moments.

Then a shift, down the bed, thighs around Manuel. The cock slid into its sheath easily, jutting into the soaked folds with the least amount of friction or tension yet. Ariana let out a cute little moan, still raspy, as her breasts found yet more teasing. Her top contorted to her breasts almost perfectly now, outlining them, the padding all misshapen and twisted. It contorted to the nipple, dragging them further out. the burning once more seeped down to the sex, which took that shaft. It delved deep, sinking far within the girl.

A hand once more, this time upon her rear. Ariana's eyelids fluttered, wondering what he could be doing with her tiny little ass. It had been left alone and had practically returned to its normal size. Then she remembered that Manuel liked to play with her cute little ass, liked to have it teased. The memory drew her nether lips tighter, and she let out another moan, her arms going to wrap about Manuel for support, her thighs beginning to hook onto him, the body reflexively preparing itself for another rough ride.

Manuel's hunger for Ariana's breasts was not diminished by their size. Each was certainly small, but that just made it easy to pop the whole thing into his mouth. The sucking-mauling motion was noisy as he slurped at her nipple, revelling in the reaction it produced, the petite young woman squirming in his lap in a way that added fire to the otherwise calm, gentle strokes he was plying up inside her. Their rhythm was now steady rather than frenzied, her slender arms around his neck and his large hand on her lower back controlling the flow easily. It was almost like something from a tender romance scene. Except for the fact he was twice her age, had forced her to dress in a humiliating kitty outfit, and currently had his thumb and forefinger up her ass.

But apart from that…

A hand descended on her from behind as James took a grip of that familiar handhold, coiling her ponytail around. Gripping his cock at the base he approached her, waiting for Manuel's hand to withdraw. Once it did, he lined himself up against her from behind, and nosing his well lubricated tip against the insanely tight little ring on offer to him. But he didn't push in yet, instead waiting for her to react to the realization that she was about to be double-stuffed in the most humiliating fashion imaginable, to make her previous spit-roasting seem positively vanilla. Given how spacey the cock-addled starlet seemed at times, he thought it might take her a little time to adjust to this, so he jerked gently on her “tail”, amusing himself that between that and her ponytail, he had two rather odd ways of hanging on to her and forcing himself inside what he expected to be an extremely tight passage.