Ariana's Position

Selena was trying to get me to suck her toes, but that is not really my thing so I gave them a cursory suck and went “Ew” which was universal teenspeak (I think Selena had only recently ceased being a teenager) for “I don’t really want to do this.” Disappointed she contented herself with giving me a footjob, although I was almost certain her more flexible friend would have done a better job. Indeed my focus was now on the younger of the duo and in particular her unfeasibly tiny beautiful butt. To this end, I leant over to drip some oil onto Selena’s soles while Jacqui took the hint by removing the remaining butt plug.

My partner used her greasy tongue to rim Ariana’s bleached hole, pushing the youngster’s legs back for maximum access and tickling her clit for good measure. Elsewhere Selena was warming to her task, but I had to make her slow down. “My ass is so sore” she commented “Jacqui told me it will feel better next time.” I pushed her feet off, drew her in and kissed her. “Who knows what might happen if you come back next year?” I was not fishing, just putting an extra thought in her head at an opportune moment.

“How are you going to top what we did this series. That scene on the bed with the peeing and Aria, that was so nasty. I dreamt I was the one in the sack in that scene and you did all kinds of dirty things to me. Once I went there, I’ll never go back to being a normal girl.”
“Honey, you were never a normal girl. And as for the rest, you’ll just have to wait and see.” Although to be honest, I had not really planned the details of Series 3, but I would think extra hard now.

Jacqui interjected. “She’s ready to go and she has a very special position for you.”
“Who’s she? The cat’s mother?” I chastised.
“What now? Ariana’s not a mother, although she does have a kitty.” defended a bewildered Selena.
“I sure do, and it’s very wet.” affirmed Ariana.
“More like the cat that is about to get the cream.” was Jacqui’s witty riposte.

I have mentioned Ariana’s previous history as a gymnast. She may be small in all areas, but that belies her strength. However I was still unprepared when she put her head on the ground next to the glass, planted her hands either side and extended her entire body up in the air. From behind the sofa Jacqui fetched a cushion, which no doubt she had requisitioned while I slept. I imagine room service’s response probably went “Cushions? Why you a woman, of course you want cushions.” The object was now placed under her head, to cushion the blow, I expect.

I knew this position of course, but not many women are willing or able to carry it off, so I grabbed on to her PVC boots and spread her legs as wide as I could, spreading and bending my own knees so I was at the perfect height to enter her. I rubbed my cock back and forth against her pussy picking up yet more lubricating juices before making another surprisingly smooth entrance into the back gates. I sensed Ariana was much tighter down there, but the angle, as I pressed my head against the glass, was making it nice and easy plus Ariana was concentrating harder and, for once, making less noise than Selena had.

Italians, despite the usual fame hungry whores, are a bit classier than Brits so, although the dance floor was as full and beautiful as ever, I cannot help thinking that if I the place was stocked with UK citizens, there would plenty more cocks, cunts and anuses on view, not so much to attract the secret viewers, as for a dare. Of course, this kind of behaviour has been in the British psyche for at least 40 years, despite the previous government’s attempted desexualisation of the country, and even fucking was known to happen in these places. Maybe the reason I was distracted from my task was because I did not have a good enough view of the pretty girl beneath me. I pulled out of her which afforded a split second view of her gorgeous gape and suggested we relocate to the couch.

Her head was flat on the front of the sofa with her spine curved and planted so her filled anus was just higher than back of the seating area, whilst I stood behind with great views of all her Bs and face. She may not quite have the beauty of soft curves of Selena but there is no doubt she is better fuck. I wished Jacqui and I could keep her on as a maid – she would look stunning in a French maid costume – like Jane and Tom’s oriental treasure. Penis and vagina could not have been aligned more perfectly and I would have banged against her cervix so hard, but my prick was promised to her rectum and maybe that felt better. Also my hands were freer as the white boots in the air needed no support, so I vigorously massaged her clit leaving her to writhe and pull my cock around which was painful but exhilarating. Jane was on the sofa too, legs in the air, as Selena munched on her vulva.

Ariana started squirting, which I had not expected, and was something to be noted for the next series, but she must have passed her limit of arousal. She opened her mouth to catch the jism and my limit of arousal was reached. Despite it being for the third time that evening, I came really hard and the sensation seemed to work for her. I withdrew my cock slower than a truck reversing with unruly children behind it and by the time I had left, Jacqui had orgasmed as well. I held her arsehole open after the head of the penis was clear and spat down it to mix saliva and spunk. Knowing what was to be done next, Selena sucked like a hoover which, combined with the pressure from inside, soon meant my liquids were drunk.
“Hey! No fair!” protested Selena “How come she swallowed two lots of your cum? I want some next time.” which was the most encouraging declaration of a fabulous, if not quite perfect, evening.

Jacqui and I returned to the hotel and collapsed. We would fuck in the morning and then decide on our strategy to make sure my two anal conquests were available to film next year. Selena and Ariana moved on to another room at the club, where a black pop star they knew happened to be hanging out after shooting a video in the town. Who knows if he got lucky too?