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my chest heaving.  “I need you.”
    He chuckled at that.  “I know.”  He pulled himself upright, and towered over me now, a goliath of a man.  I tensed my body, raising my hips upwards, willing him to take me.
    And he obliged me yet again.  He guided his cock between my slick folds, pressing the expansive tip against my entrance.  “Relax, this won’t hurt,” he soothed, and then he pushed.
    Pain blossomed in my vision.  He was huge inside me, bigger by far than that little dildo I’d been using these past months.  I could feel the walls of my virgin cunt being stretched farther than they ever had been before.  I groaned, and for once, not from pleasure.  This was almost too much.
    But Mr. Hendricks persisted, slowly pushing himself inside me, until I was completely impaled on his rod.  By now, the pain had drained away, and I only felt pleasure.  Or maybe the pain had transformed into pleasure, in my mind.  Whatever had happened, the feeling was fantastic.
    He brought his body downwards now, so that he was hunched over me.  In an instinctive motion, I wrapped my arms and legs around him.  I wanted to be as close to him as possible, I wanted this feeling to last forever.  I needed him.  My fingers curled, digging into his flesh as I felt his muscles flex and contract under my hands.  He was pumping away now, grunting wordlessly, but I knew what he was thinking.  I felt so good.  He loved railing my young, tight hole.  He never wanted this to end, either.
    Faster and faster he went, the crescendo of his orgasm building now.  I felt yet another climax of my own, rising in my body.  If he kept this up, I would come again, right around his cock.
    He seemed to know it, and he thrust faster and harder.  I was seeing stars again from the overwhelming sensation of his member filling me like this.  I knew I wouldn’t be able to get an experience like this with anyone else.  Only Mr. Hendricks could fill me up completely.  Only he could satisfy me.  I groaned, my cunt clenching reflexively at that thought, and Mr. Hendricks spastically pushed against me, at the sensation of my tight hole squeezing him even further.
    “Jesus,” his voice grated in my ear, his breath rough and panting now.  Even though he didn’t say it, I knew he was going to come soon.  But I was going to come first.
    I gave a juddering breath and moaned loudly, and for a second time that night, an orgasm rolled through my body.  My already over-stimulated clit pulsed strongly, and my pussy throbbed around Mr. Hendricks.
    And that was just too much for him.  He spastically slammed against me now, groaning loudly with need.  He was close, he was so close, I could just sense it.  And finally, with a roar, he unloaded inside me, coming hard and strong.  I could almost feel his come flying out in ropey bursts, and filling me to the brim.  That thought sent another shiver through my body.
    “Yes,” I moaned, still grabbing at him.  “Yes…”
    He smiled, still panting for air.  “Yes indeed.  You are a good little girl.”  I nodded, looking up at him.  He was mind-blowingly sexy.  My head swam as I tried to take him in, as I tried to take in everything that had happened, everything that he’d done to me.  He hunched down over me, his lips close to my ear.  “And you need more of me.  This isn’t enough, is it?”
    “No,” I whispered.  I didn’t think it would be possible to ever get enough of him.
    “What a naughty little girl you are,” he admonished, and my heart skipped a beat for a second.  Was I bad?  Did he not want me anymore?  But he just lay there, kissing my ear and neck, still firmly embedded inside me, and I knew that couldn’t be true.
    As much as I wanted to, we couldn’t stay this way forever, though.  With a loud groan and slight wince, Mr. Hendricks pulled out of me, his cock still completely hard and erect.  He moved off of me and stood up by the bed, his body silhouetted by