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Thank god there was one sane on here. He held it in his fist for a number of seconds before taking his hand away, flailing it to cool it down, declaring, "Shit! Its fuckin' hot. But… I don’t think it would do any serious damage; at least nothing will make her unuseable. Hold the wimpy bitch down!" She was grabbed from behind, pulled backwards, and they held her in what was now a familiar position of her ankles spread on either side of her ears, pussy splayed to the world. Then Lenin shoved, screwed and finally pounded the hot cob into her until it was buried. It might have been bearably hot in his hand, but in her pussy it felt like it was steaming. She started screaming from the first assault, and continued to wail of the pain and beg for mercy for a quarter hour. By then she had tired out, and the corn had cooled down sufficiently to ruin the show.
'Music to their ears' they agreed about her screams. Bill approached from where he had been lounging, watching her struggles, and took the horrid thing out. Then he put it to her ass and started shoving. It was by far the biggest thing that had ever gone in or out through that tight hoop, and she fought and screamed and groveled and cried for mercy. Mercy? Hah. Not a chance. She didn't know that two of them had actually taken their dicks out and were masturbating, they were so delighted with her anguish.