Orgasm after orgasm

“UUH! AAH! AAH! AAAAAAAH!” Jessica screamed at the top of her lungs, her eyes once more rolling back into her head as her body clenched in another orgasm as Gert forcefully pounded her from behind.

“Nnnngod… fucking whore!” the fat bartender growled, delivering a sharp slap to the cumming girl’s quivering butt before he abruptly pulled out and stepped back to join the other two men as they watched Jessica lying face down sprawled out over the big wooden table, her sweat-kissed form shaking with pleasure.

“Fucking screamer, this one!” Arne smirked, getting ready for another turn.

“Noise complaint waiting to happen…” Robert chuckled, taking a sip of the beer he had helped himself to while Gert had his way with the young starlet.

Gert grinned, using Jessica’s (former) top to wipe the sweat of his face. “Let her enjoy herself a little…” he winked at the bald worker before turning back to Jessica, taking in the sight of her well-used cunt quivering in orgasm, “How many is that now?”

“You completed the dozen!” Arne smirked as he moved into position behind the girl, giving her perfect ass-cheeks a rough squeeze for good measure as the shivers of Alba’s twelfth release slowly subsided, her powerful squeals slowly reducing to exhausted moans. Showing no pity the bald man lined his cock up for another round.

The three of them had been using the gorgeous starlet for over an hour now. A well attuned team, the men took turns – each of them fucking Jessica as hard as possible for two or three minutes, absolutely railing into her only to then pull out and letting another take the place to drill the poor girl’s pussy while they relaxed. With this technique they managed to keep the incredible **** and pace up while allowing Jessica little reprieve.

“Ooooh!” Jessica moaned drowsily, her eyes bleary. She feebly lay on top of the table, bent over the edge with no energy left to move, drained from pleasure. Twelve orgasms… The number rang through the cumming-induced emptiness in her head. Never in her life had she thought something like this was possible!

After each of them had had a few turns Robert had flipped her over, despite her weakly mumbled protests she was bent over the table, presenting the men with her firm, pushed out behind. Even at this point she had been too weak to do anything and that had been six orgasms ago! At this point all Jessica was able to do was lie there, sprawled over the table and take it – not even unable to stop herself from screaming with pleasure at the rough pounding!

Sensing one of them behind her she bit her lip as her hips were roughly grabbed, but she couldn’t hold back the scream when she was brutally impaled, the fat cock stretching her sore, soaked cunt. Just by the way he stretched her out she knew it was Arne, the bald, younger man who had mocked her ever since she had gotten into this mess. Just like the others he didn’t hold back, using her as a cocksleeve.

“AH-AH-AH-AH!” she cried out with every thrust as he fucked her like a slut.

“Guys, I think we’re ruining this pussy!” Arne grunted at his friends, though Jessica knew it was just as much directed at her, “She’s certainly a lot looser than she was an hour ago…”

“So what?!” she heard Gert sneer, “She still has two other holes to pay for her drinks…”

Jessica closed her eyes in humiliation as the three men laughed, lustful, embarrassing squeals just keeping on pouring out of her mouth.

“Don’t usually get dick this good, huh?” Arne mocked, harshly smacking Jessica’s right buttock as he did, the formerly caramel-colored skin of her behind had turned into a bright red by now. The girl’s moan of pain was drowned out amid her other gasps.

“AH-AH-OHGOD-BABY-AH!” she screamed with pleasure, her throat after all this time feeling almost as sore as her pussy, but on a primal level she loved every single thing done to her.

Then there was emptiness again. The youngest man had pulled out of her! Exhausted Jessica’s head dropped back onto the table, her pulse still racing, breath heavy as she sensed Arne stand back to make room for… it was Robert’s turn, wasn’t it?! She had lost track a little…

When she felt a shadow fall over her Alba braced herself, preparing to be once again roughly impaled by a man’s fat cock, to get fucked in a hard and unforgiving way, her knees shaking with a mixture of nervousness, exhaustion and lust.

But the cock never came!

Instead Jessica gasped with surprise when two huge, calloused paws grabbed her sore buttocks, mauling the firm flesh.

“Aaah!” she moaned in shock when after a few seconds of manhandling her ass-cheeks were pried apart, spread wide and she knew exactly what the men were looking at.

“Please…” she mustered her remaining strength to look back over her shoulder with pleading eyes, “…not that!” she reached back with one hand, trying to cover up her exposed nether hole. “… anything but that!”

The old cabbie stood behind her, his menacing erection pointing at her as he looked into her eyes with a wide grin, enjoying the thoroughly defiled look they had given the gorgeous beauty. “10 cents for that nasty asshole of yours…” he whispered, underlining his offer by giving her buttocks a good, long squeeze.

“Nooohoho!” Jessica sobbed desperately, her hand clasping her derriere to shield her petite anus, “Please… don’t!”

“But your cunt seems to be all used up, Jessica… see?!” Robert mocked, making Jessica grunt and her eyes bug as he easily shoved three fingers into her thoroughly used hole. “Gonna take days for this to shrink back to its original tightness!” He twisted his fingers inside her sore pussy, making Jessica squirm.

“Tell you what, Jessica,” he smiled, his tone friendly while three of his fingers were still buried knuckle-deep inside her cunt, “How about I give you a full Euro for your asshole? How does that sound?”

Jessica gaped at him. She didn’t know what to say…