One of the guys says he can get more in

"I bet I can get more in her," one of the boys says. He's one of the larger ones, though with the hands holding you still you can only see him as a large dark shadow. The hand holding your hair keeps you from moving your head to look at him or shake your head no.

"Alright, but I don't know how you could," the guy behind you says, and boys shuffle around, trading positions until the new guy is behind your restrained form.

"Simple as can be. I just won't use the sausages," he says, sounding gleeful.

Though you can't see it the man takes one large hand and folds it into a fist, rubbing it around in the piles of popcorn around you before he brings it up to your stuffed pussy. The sausage currently sealing you is yanked out easily, but not so easily replaced.

"Hold her tighter!" he snaps at the boys when you begin to wiggle away at the first touch of his large fist against your lips.

Protests burst from your lips but the sausage plugging your mouth renders them unintelligible.

"Relax, girl," he says with a chuckle, and starts to pry your lips open with his fingers, pulling your lips wide as he sinks in a pair of fingers from each hand. "Yeah, we can get more in. She's not as tight as those girls we've been fucking lately. I figure she's been around the block a few times."

With your head held down none of the boys can see the fury and embarrassment his words cause. Is he insinuating that you're loose? That you sleep around? Well, maybe you do sleep around, but no boy has ever said that you were loose.

Stubbornly you shove aside the thought that it's been a long time since they used to say 'you're so tight!'

Pulling your lips aside with one hand he slips a third finger in from the other, rubbing it in and out of your pussy in a way that you refuse to acknowledge as good. He adds a fourth finger, and moves the other hand to the top of your pussy where the bastard starts cheating by rubbing your clit with his thumb.

"Hear that moan? See her hips twitch toward me? She likes it. That'll make it easier to get in."

'Get in?' you think, and curse your traitorous body. His thumb on your clit and those thick sausage-like fingers rubbing along your sensitive insides is making his words come true, in spite of, or maybe because of, the stretching of your lips.

"You think she can take 'em all?" one of the boys says, reminding you of their presence.

"Sure can. I bet she's only feeling a little stretched right now," the man chuckles, infuriating you even more with his accuracy. Dammit, you're not loose, you've just become used to big cocks!

"When're you gonna pack in more popcorn?"

"When she's got more space."

"How's she gonna have more space?"

The guy behind you sighs. "Grab her tits, will you? Make her feel good and she'll help."

You can all but sense the same guy about to ask another question, and it seems the others can too. A meaty whack makes you imagine a hand slapping or punching him in the arm. Then a pair of hands reach under your body, the fingers kneading your tits like cow udders.

"Here we go," the guy at your pussy says, and begins to push.