All the way!

A thin layer of perspiration was covering her bronze colored skin, her nostrils flaring and breast heaving as she gasped for breath, her previous orgasm still tingling in her body even as she felt herself climbing towards another one as that fat cock pounded into her.

“Mmm!” she let out a muffled moan as Lamarck pinched her nipple hard, D’s cock between her lips and pushing against her opposite cheek.

“Yeah man!” Lamarck grunted in perverse enjoyment at watching her back arch, eyes roll around in her head and loud groans being muffled as Ty pounded relentlessly into her, his huge hands gripping onto her legs as he showed no consideration for her, but just used her.

Her attention to the tool in her mouth quickly evaporated, not able to focus on anything but holding on to dear life as she was fucked hard and fast. Both D and Lamarck instead began slapping their heavy, black hard-ons onto her gasping face, hitting her cheeks, lips and forehead, while big hands fondle and pinch her breasts.

Her body primed for sex, having cum repeatedly since entering the club but her desire only increasing, she squealed in pleasure as the rough fuck pushed her over once more. Writhing on the hard floor surrounded by five black men, in her clouded orgasmic state she was vaguely aware of the two men kneeling next to her showering her with comments, as did the other two – nasty words and laughing. However she was fully aware of the one slamming his hips into her quivering body, her orgasm seeming to have no end.

“Grrr, snug Latina bitch!” Ty growled as the movement finally stopped.

She gasped when she felt himpull out and slap his hard, wet cock onto the puffy lips of her pussy. Her head was turned and Lamarck pushed his tool into her mouth, hands wrapping around her head as he made her swallow him deep.

Her eyes opened wide as her airways were cut off, her ears ringing in her post orgasmic state. Her full focus now on the cock pushing against the opening of her throat, again and again, on controlling her breathing whenever she was able to pull in air, her nostrils flaring, and on controlling her gag-reflex as best she could as her mouth was used as if it was a pussy, in an uncomfortable position lying on her back with her head turned.

One of her flailing hands got a hold of Lamarck’s big thigh, holding on in a vain attempt to control his movements, while her other hand was grabbed and placed onto a hard cock, which she gripped firmly and absently started stroking, loosely aware of hands on her body and the continued penetration of her once tight little kitty.

After what to her felt like hours Lamarck finally pulled out of her warm, wet mouth and her head flopped back, resting onto the floor as she gulped in air, her chest heaving and back arched. Slowly regaining some awareness she saw D kneeling between her legs, having taken over at some point, his large hand holding her legs just above her knees, pushed up and wide, her knees almost at her chest, her ass pushed up and his body moving steadily, his big black cock spearing her.

“Yeah, you just love da cock… huh, bitch?” she was aware of someone grunting, two men still kneeling on either side of her and running their hands and cocks over her face and chest.

“Shit, slut is fucking addicted to it, man!” D groaned in reply, his and Jessica’s eyes meeting as he pushed deep and held, his cock feeling as if it was embedded deep in her belly, “- nice and snug…” he grunted with a hard, scary looking smirk on his face.

“Ohhh…” Jessica shivered and her eyes fluttered and then D sat back on his ankles, his cock plopping out of her and she felt strong hands lifting her up off the floor.

Without ceremony she was dropped onto James, the fat man lying on the floor, his smile no longer the elated and slightly awestruck one which had greeted her earlier, there was less playfulness and more hunger in the black man’s eyes, Jessica managed to briefly think, before he guided his cock – equally fat – into her pussy.

“Mmmm…” she mewled as she sank down onto him, straddling his body as his hands roamed her ass, her pussy being spread open by the sixth man since she entered the club! This silent realisation in the back of her mind made her body convulse in pleasure, another – though smaller than some of the previous – orgasm washing over her.

“That’s right, yo a real ghetto ho!” Beezy almost spat in her face, his hand wrapped into her hair pulling her face up, face him as he stood before her, “- gang bang whore, loving this ghetto dancing!” he grinned evilly, sending a gob of spit into Jessica’s open, gasping mouth, the shock of which sending shivers down her spine and her eyes failed to hide her perverse pleasure at the act.

Soon James big hands held her hips as he thrust his fat pelvis up into her, while Beezy and Ty stood before her, their cocks in each of her hands as they showered her with ****, calling her every nasty name they could think of, slapping her on the side of her face or onto her swaying tits, grabbing on to her head and making her accept their cocks into her mouth.

At one point – could be several minutes or only a minute if not less, her sense of time gone as she felt her body being stretched, fondled and pleasured relentlessly – she became aware of hands on her back, James hands on her hips and belly, rubbing up and down her slender body, around the heart shaped curve of her bottom and big hands covering her ass cheeks, massaging and pulling them apart.

“Nnngg!” Jessica whined around whichever cock her lips were presently wrapped around.

“Damn, nigga!” the owner of said cock grunted as she couldn’t help but bite down slightly as one big finger pushed against her tiny asshole, not relenting until it penetrated her petite back door to at least the first knuckle, “- a little warning, man!” he snapped pulling his cock from her mouth.

“Nah, no-no-no…” Jessica whimpered as she turned her head, seeing the menacing eyes of Lamarck kneeling behind her, one big hand covering one side of her round bottom, spreading her, while he pushed a finger of the other into her butt. Her breath got caught in her throat, remembering the carelessness with which the young man had pounded her pussy, and now he was seemingly going for her tiny, puckered asshole…

“Hell, what do you think you’re doing?” one of the two men in front of her asked angrily, Jessica’s head automatically snapping back to watch, thinking she did something wrong, but she saw Beezy clearly aiming his words at Lamarck.

“Gonna get me some of this tight little Hollywood ass!” she heard from behind her, quickly forgetting her show of submission towards Beezy.

“Like hell you are, nigga!” the leader of the pack growled, “- you ain’t gonna ruin the bitch before the rest of us!” he demanded, Jessica briefly feeling thankful until he continued: “Tear that ass apart when we’ve gotten our feel, man…”

What followed – as Jessica’s mind spun and her body refocused on James beneath her, her body grinding against his as his hands moved to cup her breasts – was a heated argument between the remaining guys about who should take her ass, her opinion seemingly not required. She was vaguely aware of the details of it, but she did worry that a fight would actually break out… ‘A group of black men fighting for my asshole! That’s something to have on one’s resume’ a humorous part deep in her mind thought.

“Hey, why not let the bitch pick!” suddenly cut through the commotion, Jessica snapping her head up as the room turned completely silent, only her moans and the sound of hers and James’ bodies slapping together was heard…

“Yeah, that’s it!” Ty agreed, as did the rest of them, and they turned towards her, all of them naked and hard as they stood before her.

With wide eyes she stared at them. Four hungry sets of eyes, with the expressions on their faces a mixture of expectance and potential anger, all telling her pick me or else.

“Oh god…” Jessica whimpered.