You take it and it does a very good job of condensing the popcorn

Four fingers had been enough to stretch you, though not terribly. Before you met Jacob it might have been worse. Even with Jacob's dick accustoming you to bigger intrusions your pussy find it a stretch to admit all four fingers when there's a thumb alongside.

Fingers squeeze your tits, yanks on your nipples, and rub your clit as he slowly pushes in and out. As if to torment you the man's three longest fingers rub up and down the front of your vaginal wall, stimulating the area collequially known as the g-spot. While doctors might dispute its existence you certainly don't as your breathing speeds up.

"Look, she pushed back," the man says, earning chuckles from the men and a mental glare from you.

Deeper he pushes, and slowly his fingers begin to curl, thickening the intruding appendages as he slowly clenches them into a fist.

Going in such a short distance means that your outer lips have taken the brunt of the stretching, but once he decides that your pussy is adjusted and lubricated enough by both butter and your own juices he begins to pump faster and harder.

His broad fist pushes against the wall of popcorn within you, at first gently and then harder and harder. With short, but increasingly powerful strokes he breaks up the corn into smaller pieces, condensing it and pushing it into you further than before at the cost of creating a thick hard lump at the end of your vaginal canal.

"Damn, you're in past the wrist," one of them says, making you wince at the picture entering your mind.

Even worse, another exclaims, "Almost to the forearm!"

"Time to feed the hungry mouth," the man says drily, and for the first time he stops stroking your eager little nubbin. Being a considerate sort he says, "Someone take care of the slut's clit."

Well he didn't to call you a slut! Still, you're grateful when a couple of fingers rush forward, though a little less grateful when they start pinching and tugging much more roughly than the first guy had. Still, you find yourself responding.

"Here we go," the guy says, and pulls his fist out with a slurp, replacing it rapidly with hastily shovelled palms of popcorn. After nearly filling you to the rim he puts his knuckles back up against your pussy, pushing back in past the lips that had optimistically started to close.

This time his fist is jabbing in and out like a relentless jackhammer, stopping to twist and then to push so hard you start to slide forward until the hands push back. It creates an unbearable pressure within, but with all the stimulation you somehow still find your body reacting favorably.

"We can still get more in," he says.

"Can I try?" a voice asks, and the men shuffle around again. Hands leave your breasts bereft of stimulation for a long few seconds until they've adjusted their places and you feel someone else between your legs.