"Ooohwwwwwww!" she cried, as her pussy came down on the sharp corner of the table.

"What's the matter!" he asked, his knee keeping her legs wide as her weight crushed her soft pussy mound against the table. She twisted and squirmed and finally managed to slide off the corner, cupping her pussy in her hands as she moaned in pain.

"What happened!" he asked.

"You… you… jammed me against the corner," she gulped, looking up at him warily.

"I did! Well, I'm sorry, why don't you move over a little! Now bend over. Let's stop all this whining and be a big girl."

He bent her over, forcing her chest down on the table, and pulled her legs wide apart. He pulled rubber glove from his pocket and put it on, then pressed his finger against her tightly closed pussy slit.

He wriggled it slowly up inside her as Amy clenched her hands tight and closed her eyes in humiliation.

Amy felt his finger twisting around inside her and then wriggle in deeper. He eased it back, then slid it back, no, there were two fingers now, two fingers prying her pussy lips apart and wriggling up into her cunt tunnel.

He pushed them in to the knuckles and then twisted them around inside. He tried pushing them deeper, and she felt the knuckles of his other fingers pressing down hard against her pussy mound. Her pussy ached as he jammed his fingers in further and further.

At least he pulled them back, but then she felt them pushing in again, only there seemed to be more of them, that is, it felt thicker as it, they, whatever, pushed into her.

As his fingers pushed in, they seemed to pet wider, forcing her pussy lips further and further apart. The strain on them mounted and she was soon groaning with the pain. "Oh God!" she gasped as her pussy lips were torn even further open.

"Wha… what are you doooooooinnggg!" she moaned.

"Just thought I felt something. Take it easy while I fish it out."