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actually achieving it.
    “Are you ready yet?”
    I shook my head.
    He pursed his lips, but nodded. “You’ll come around. We’ve got all night.”
    For the next hour it went on like that. He would either play with my breasts, or lick my neck, or kiss me. He would bring me right to the brink of an orgasm and then suddenly stop, leaving me wanting more. I knew that if I let him fuck me that I would achieve what he so desperately wanted to keep from me. The truth was, at this point, I really wanted him to do it to me. I really wanted him to fuck me. It was only through sheer willpower that I didn’t beg him to do it.
    Finally, Mr. Prescott must have grown tired of waiting, because he flipped me over, shoving a couple of pillows under my stomach so my ass was raised in the air.
    I couldn’t help wonder what he was planning on doing next. As it turned out, I really didn’t want to know.
    Mr. Prescott’s fingers pulled apart my ass cheeks and he shoved his index finger right into my asshole. It burned, and I screamed out in pain. His finger continued pushing into me and then eventually he pulled it back out, only to plunge it all the way in once again.
    He did this several times before finally pulling it out. “Are you ready yet?” he asked me once again.
    I didn’t respond. I just buried my face into the mattress as I cried out the last of the pain.
    “Okay. You asked for it.”
    The next thing I felt, there was something else pressing against my anal opening. “What’s it going to be, Tina? I can either fuck your pussy, or I can fuck your ass. I promise, you’ll like it a lot more if I fuck your pussy. The choice is yours.”
    I hesitated. I didn’t want to beg him for it. But after a second, he started pressing his hard cock into my asshole and the blinding pain was too much.
    “Wait, wait!” I shouted.
    He stopped pressing and waited for me to say something.
    Tears ran down my cheeks. I was so embarrassed at actually saying the words, but to save myself a world of pain, I groaned out, “Please, fuck me.”
    “What?” he said, moving his ear down closer to my face. “I didn’t quite hear you.”
    “Please. Please fuck me.”
    “Fuck you where?”
    “Fuck my pussy.”
    “How bad do you want it?”
    “I want it bad,” I told him, which wasn’t far from the truth. I needed to climax so badly, my pussy was actually aching in anticipation.
    “I knew you’d come around eventually.”
    He flipped me back over and tossed the pillows aside. Then he placed his dick at the entrance to my soon to be defiled pussy.
    “Let me hear it one last time,” he said, smiling down at me.
    “Fuck me. Please fuck—”
    Then shoved his dick into my virgin pussy a little bit, cutting off the last words. I was really tight, and he couldn’t get it in all that easily, despite the fact that I had several hours of lubricant built up inside.
    "You actually are a virgin!" Mr. Prescott said.
    I nodded. “Please—”
    I was about to beg for him to stop now that he knew I was innocent. But before I got the words out, h e pulled his cock back and then said, "This'll hurt."
    He ripped through my maidenhead and forced me open with one hard stroke. I yelled out in pain as I lost my virginity to my best friend’s dad. Thankfully, Mr. Prescott stopped, allowing me to get used to my first ever sexual invader.
    As the pain subsided a little, I looked down at his dick n early halfway inside me. He started pressing into me further now. His ridged shaft disappeared inside my soft body inch by thick and hard inch. My pussy lips spread to receive it. My blood seeped down onto his heavy looking testicles.
    My once virgin pleasure box opened to my violator, trembling as he tore me fully apart, making me a woman. The smile on Mr. Prescott’s face told me he was really enjoying my pain.
    It took six or seven more thrusts before Mr. Prescott was into me to his balls.
    I froze and was silent. Mr. Prescott pulled out a little and then pushed