"Ohhhh, yessss!" Emily hissed between her tightly clenched teeth. How she wanted him now. How good he felt nestled between her thighs. It was perhaps a terrible, awful thing to be doing now. At least, some people would think so. It was Christmas, her father's base, and she was fucking with an enlisted man. But she couldn't help the strange new forces stirring in her body. No one had guided her, given her instructions, told her how to handle the riot of emotions now taking her over.

"Uhhh!"

As their spit filled mouths sucked and gurgled together. Emily could feel nine slippery inches of hot dick-meat pressing against her soft, fuzzy cuntal wound. Tad was concentrating his dry fucking in that area now, biking her dress up farther, gathering the material in his fists and pulling up while moving his groin back and forth. It was incredible. In a flash, Emily wondered how something as big and thick as his cock could ever tit up her pussy. She'd heard that a woman's cunt was able to stretch to fit almost any man's prick. But this?

"I never… did this before," Emily said haltingly, feeling Tad ought to know this. He might expect her to perform in a way that was foreign to her.

The big, marine smiled and nodded his head, actually half-believing her. Lots of girls he'd fucked had said the same thing, then turned into regular street sluts once they caught sight of his donkey sized dick. Of course, he'd run into some cherries in his day. Time would tell on this one.

"Don't worry. I ain't gonna hurt you," he whispered, moving his hands up for a second and stroking the blonde teen's face. Emily turned her head to one side and kissed his big callused fingers. Fucking. She could hardly believe she was going to do it. That thought made her tremble with fear and excitement.