"Take it out!"

The young marine shoved his hairy ass down. His cock-head slipped a little inside. Emily felt her cunt-lips slip apart, then peel back altogether as his cock screwed in. The marine's long dick was still outside, bent slightly at the middle from the pressure of his cock against her virginal little snatch.

"Man, you're tight," he groaned, shaking drops of sweat from his forehead.

"Ohhhhh!"

"Shut up, damn it!" Tad growled threateningly.

Emily looked up and thought she could see the look of a murderer in his eyes. Mustering all her strength, the young girl tried to keep quiet.

"Mmmmmm!" Emily cried. She couldn't help herself now. She moaned over and over again, wanting more of his cock-meat. Only when she felt his dickhead pushing against her cherry did the teenager scream again for help.

"You're hurting me! Stop it!" Emily cried, shoving her hands against Tad's chest. The pain grew worse. God, it was as if someone were pushing a sharp spike up her pussy. Emily squirmed on the cot, arching her back, beating her heels against the marine's hips, clawing his shoulders with her fingernails – anything to get that painful fat dick out of her virginal pussy.

But the young man held on, shrugging off Emily's futile attempts to knock him away.

"Just lie still and maybe you'll like this as much as I do."

"No, never! Ohhhh, you said you wouldn't hurt me!" she sobbed. "You're killing me!" Her face was pinched and red as she struggled for breath. The pain was, awful. Bending her back even more, the teenager rolled up her eyes. She felt as if she were splitting in two, coming apart in the center.