Tied up teenager

CHAPTER ONE

"I don't think… I'd better," Emily Mellin stammered, drawing back from the tall, husky marine. "My dad'll kill me if he knew."

"If he knew you were dating an enlisted man, right?" the tall young marine said, his face darkening.

"Tad, I didn't say that." Emily shook the blonde hair from her eyes and stretched out one hand, running her fingers through his blonde short cropped hair. Tad wrinkled his forehead in anger, knocking her hand away.

"You didn't have to. Your father's an officer, head of the Motor Division here at Camp Pendleton. I know what officers think, of enlisted guys."

"That's not true… not of my father," the teenage girl protested. "He's a good man, a good officer, treating everyone fairly."

But Tad refused to listen. His voice remained angry for several more minutes before he fell into silence. Emily drew back a minute, staring at the tall handsome Texan. She'd noticed him earlier in the year, covered with grease like all the other men in her father's division. But Tad seemed different from the others… not as rough or crude as she rest of the gang that leered at her. He always lowered his eyes when Emily came to pick up her dad or visit him during the day, a practice her father warned her against.

Now it was Christmas, and, at the motor pool party, Emily had coaxed the bashful Texan out of the building to an old barracks some hundred feet behind the motor pool area. She didn't know why she'd done this. Her mother and father were only a short distance away, chatting with other officers and their wives while the enlisted men drank and watched their superiors warily. Did the teen expect Tad Barrington just to sit there and talk? Did she want him to try something else? Was the thought of being fucked for the first time under the nose of her father exciting? Emily didn't really know.

At this point, however, she was uncertain what to do. Tad had hooked one arm around her as they sat on an old cot, their knees hardly touching. Yet she shivered at that light contact, feeling an electric charge of sexuality crawl up her thighs and make her pussy hot and wet. Strange tingling sensations broke out between her toes while her breathing became more labored.

"What my father thinks or doesn't think doesn't matter," Emily said defensively. Tad glanced at her sideways, a smile on his lips.

"Then prove it," he whispered, sliding his arm a little farther around her waist.

The blonde teen felt a pull toward Tad. There was a kind of cockiness, a roughness, a sense of male superiority that excited her the way nothing else in the world had. And now he was doing strange things to her, things that made her clit shiver and pop out. It throbbed so hard, so achingly hard. The young girl rubbed her legs together slowly, keeping her knees pressed tightly together while trying to fight down the waves of excitement lapping at her fluttering pussy.

No, no, it's wrong! she told herself, drawing away from the young marine.

"Man, I don't know what the hell you want," he said gruffly, jerking away and standing up. He walked in front of her, running his fingers through his hair while breathing heavily. Emily leaned back when she noticed a large bulge behind the fly of his khaki's. Her fingers were shaking, turning icy. Could she actually go through with… doing something with him? The thought danced mischievously in her head and almost made her giggle.

"I… don't know either. I just… I just want to talk, I guess," Emily said, dropping her eyes when she saw the surprised look on Tad's face.

"To talk!" he repeated, laughing angrily and shaking his head from side to side. The young man sat back down next to Emily. "Baby, when we came in here, talkin' was the last thing on my mind. I thought we had something else better to do, know what I mean?" he whispered softly in her ear, flicking out his tongue and teasing her earlobe.

Emily shivered, closing her eyes and sucking in a deep breath – while rubbing her thighs together more rapidly. She felt her pussy-lips getting warm, swelling up, their rubbery edges working against one another and drawing out more cuntal juice. Did he know what was going on, how hot she was getting? Oh, God, he was kissing her on the neck now, moving those lips and tongue over her flesh while sliding his hands up and down her sides. He was growing more insistent. Her dress, she just realized, had been hiked well above her knees and she'd kicked off her shoes.

"Ohhhhh, please."

Emily was feeling hot and chilly flashes tickle through her cunt. They were alone. No one would rush in and save her or stop, him. This was her show, to do with as she pleased. How hard her heart pounded with fear and excitement.

"Don't… hurt me," she whispered, pushing him away a third time.

"What's the matter, Em? I can't hurt you. Your the CO's daughter."

"I felt so scared for a second… I dunno," Emily said, looking into Tad's blue eyes. She felt her heart beat faster. What was he doing to her? She was panting like an animal now when he nuzzled his mouth into her neck. The girl felt his hot breath blow through her hair, felt his hands moving dangerously close to her tits. Emily tried pulling back once more. But this time Tad held on, growing more and more bold.

The young girl found her body alive to his touch. Emily shuddered as she felt him moving closer toward her, pushing his legs against hers. He wanted to roll on top of her, mount her, and fuck her senseless.

Bending forward, Tad tightened his grip around her waist, telling her how pretty and sexy she was, then catching her pouting lips with his. It was a move Emily both wanted and tried to escape. He pressed forward until they were locked together, until he felt sure the girl's resistance was seriously weakened. Emily felt herself falling back until she was flat on that narrow cot. Something hot and hard was brushing against her legs. Only a little later did she realize it was the marine's long, hot hard dick throbbing against the thin khaki material of his dress trousers.

"Ummmmm!"

Emily struggled at first against the hot slippery thing trying to get into her mouth. It was wrong to be doing this. How could she cheapen herself this way… and right under her father's eyes?

"Baby, oh, yeah, yeah! You want this fuck like I do."

Emily tried to fight him off for a moment. She tried to curl her fingers together in two fists and pound them against Tad's chest. But the young teenager was fighting her own lusts as well as those of the marine. Yes, she wanted that fucking as badly as he did. It would be her first… something her mother had told her must be saved for her husband. But the sensations running through her body were far too powerful for her to fight. They'd been building up for years, torturing the hot, eager blonde all that time. Now they exploded with a vengeance. With a whimpering sigh, Emily relaxed, floating with the wonderful hot feeling that made her breathe so shallow and rapidly.

"I… I… oh, God, please… stop. I can't… stop!" Emily groaned, rolling her head away from his wet kiss.

Ted caught her head with both hands and cemented his lips back onto hers. As his thick tongue lashed down her throat, Emily felt her pussy-lips being unstuck and pulled apart. Ohhhh, he'd managed to work his bands under her dress, under bet ass, sliding his fingers over the naked flesh at the edge of her panties. Every time he squeezed the narrow valley running between her thighs, her cunt-lips pulled apart. Before she could say anything, the girl felt two fingers wiggle under the leg band of her briefs. As they rubbed over the flesh between her asshole and cunt, Emily started to moan low and deep. Hot juice seeped from her snatch until the crotch panel of her panties was wet. Ohhh, yes, fucking, fucking, how could she have denied it before?

"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.

"Feeling funny?"

"Oh, yes, yes," she panted, clinging to him desperately.

He stared at her, studying the girl, then began kissing her hard. His mouth ate into hers. Ohhh, how Emily loved that. She loved feeling his tongue slide back down her throat. And when his fingers started working their way back down under her leg band again, the teen didn't try to pull away. This time she hooked her arms around his back, tracing her fingertips lightly up and down over the back of his neck while moving her thighs from side to side.

She felt more hot sensations ripple through her cunt again and again. No, she wasn't going to fight back those wonderful sensations. Her mother and father evaporated from her mind. At this point, the girl felt as if she were floating with Tad high above the compound, carrying him on her body. Nothing could stop them now. Nothing could keep them from fucking.

"Isn't this the best feeling you ever had?" Tad asked, tearing his mouth away from hers and running his hands along her thighs.

"Yes, yes, oh, yes!" she gasped, holding on to him tightly.

"This'll even make you feel better," he said, moving his hands down until the girl felt his fingers reaching between her legs. Ohhh, God, he was cupping her pussy with one hand, pressing down lightly moving his palm back and forth until she felt her pussy mound actually moving, responding to the light pressure. He worked some of the nylon from her briefs into her drooling slot, sopping up the gouts of juice oozing from her slit.

"Ohhhhh!"

Emily moaned, rolling her head from side to side as his fingers worked greedily over her fat cuntlips. She shifted her thighs more urgently over the cot, opening and closing her legs while dancing her ass over the mattress. Ohhh, how tight and dry her throat became.

"Yeah, good, hot tight pussy," Tad groaned, clenching his teeth together. He held back while milking her pussylips together. Creamy foam bubbled up from between them, wetting down his fingers.

"Ohhhhh, no!"

"Baby, gotta get outta my clothes."

The foreplay was ending. Emily felt something akin to panic rushing through her. Now that she was on the brink of actually fucking, the young girl had second thoughts.

"Come on. It won't be so bad… really," he whispered coaxingly, holding her up from the cot, reaching around and unzipping her dress. Emily went limp, using all her strength to keep from falling back down. She felt the big marine pull the garment off her shoulders, slide it down, maneuver it over her plump, taut asscheeks and finally over her feet.

"Tits… nice, big, fat tits," he muttered, admiring the girl's hefty breasts.

"Touch me," Emily dared whisper as Tad reached around her and unhooked her bra. How her nipples ached and throbbed when he slipped the undergarment off her shoulders and started toying with her jugs, squeezing, kneading them, milking them as if they were lumps of dough.

"Tits… big, hard-tipped tits," he whispered, letting Emily fall back down onto the cot. He rolled on top of her, bending his head forward and opening his mouth. Tad slid down a little farther, taking one nipple in his mouth. Emily closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. Arching her back, working her legs back and forth over the wrinkled top sheet of the small cot, the young woman shuddered when she felt Tad's tongue lash over her sensitive nipple. His front teeth scraped over her nipple while his suction increased.

"Ohhhh, God, good!" Emily cried.

"Mmmmmm," Tad responded. The vibrations of his moan rippled through her tits, radiating down to her cunt and making her pussy spasm.

The big marine sucked on her tits harder. First one nipple, then the other came under his merciless attack. Tad worked over the twisting, groaning girl until she was putty in his hands. She gasped for air, crying out for more foreplay, more friction, begging him to stop. And yet nothing could have been further from her mind. No, she didn't want him to slacken off or to stop his teasing. She wished he would take out his cock and stick it up her cunt. The girl was ready, ready for a good hard fucking.

"Good, baby, good. Now I'm gonna make you feel even better."

Emily screwed up her eyes.

"Go on, touch my cock. Touch it and feel what's gonna ram you."

"Ohhhhh!" she cried, drawing back. She was really anxious to touch something as mysteriously wonderful as a man's dick. But the blonde teen felt that same reluctance on her part was expected, as well as needed, for heightened excitement.

"Come on, don't be a baby," he whispered, taking her right hand and sliding it down between their bodies. With his other hand, Tad opened his fly and unhooked the top button of his khaki's. She felt a sudden rush of body heat. Then she touched a hot, hard object. Cock! It had to be his dick.

"Ohhhhh!"

"I said touch it!"

Emily sucked in another deep breath as she felt her fingers pressing against his steely rod of cockflesh. It was the first time she'd felt a prick. The hardness and the pulsing frightened her at first. Then the girl felt Tad bring down his other hand and wiggle the fingers around the leg band of her panties, moving them over until he was touching her pussy-lips. When they finally slipped into her cunt, the young blonde teen went wild, sliding her shoulders up and down the cot while grabbing the dick and squeezing his fat prick tightly.

"Good!" he gasped, closing his eyes and shuddering.