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his bonds, but failed. Then he did the next best thing, andbrought his knees together in an attempt to deny meentrance. But it was no use. I spread him wide and put mybattering ram to the gate. For a moment I wondered if hemight not be right about the splitting: the opening was thesize of a dime while the dildo was over two inches wide atthe head and nearly a foot long. But then I recalled howMyron used to have no trouble in accommodating objectsthis size or larger, and what the fragile Myron could do socould the inexperienced but sturdy Rusty. I pushed. Thepink lips opened. The tip of the head entered and stopped."I can't," Rusty moaned. "Honestly I can't. It's too big." "Justrelax, and you'll stretch. Don't worry." He made whatevereffort was necessary and the pursed lips became a grinallowing the head to enter, but not without a gasp of painand shock. Once inside, I savored my triumph. I hadavenged Myron. A lifetime of being penetrated had broughthim only misery. Now, in the person of Rusty, I was able, asWoman Triumphant, to destroy the adored destroyer.Holding tight to Rusty's slippery hips, I plunged deeper. Hecried out with pain. But I was inexorable. I pushed evenfarther into him, triggering the prostate gland, for when I feltbetween his legs, I discovered that the erection he had notbeen able to present me with had now, inadvertently,occurred. The size was most respectable, and hard asmetal. But when I plunged deeper, the penis went soft withpain, and he cried out again, begged me to stop, but now Iwas like a woman possessed, riding, riding, riding mysweating stallion into forbidden country, shouting with joy as