[pre-story]Hey there, Squish here, rising from the grave with a new chapter in the unfolding saga of Emily "Deedee" D'Dvesti'Dvadtsat'Dva, as commissioned by Kaz! A lot of stuff happened, I been silent for a while, but I'm gettin' right back on the horse! If you want to read about what happened, you can check out my blog. Anyways, not too much to say about this particular chapter, I just hope you enjoy it! As always, if you like it, [redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 2: Things Change
Emily squirmed, uncomfortable in her metal chair, her eyes downcast. She tried to keep her focus on the tray of food in front of her, and ignore the rest of the mess hall. She was dressed normally, a white tank top over a gray sports bra, with clinging camo running shorts that hugged her generous hips. And yet, somehow, she felt ...exposed. Naked. She could feel the eyes of the other soldiers on her. The looks of disgust, the furtive glances, the shameless stares, the hungry leers. She felt them all roaming her body as she squirmed in her seat, from her plump backside, squished against the steel seat, to her peach-sized breasts, firm and perky within her bra. Her cheeks burned as she tried to ignore it and focus on her food once more.
Even on the best days, the food was barely decent, and most agreed it was better if you didn’t look at it too close, something Emily was reminded of as she poked a shapeless gray-green lump that was supposed to be a vegetable with her fork. She shook her head, her ponytail swaying behind her, honey-brown with a thick black stripe running back from a palm-sized patch just above the middle of her forehead. Her pointed ears lay back against her head as she speared the vegetable lump and brought it to her lips, advertising her emotions in place of her tail, currently pinned between her plump backside and the back of the chair.
Even worse than the looks were the whispers. They’d haunted Emily since she’d visited Brennan, just far enough away to be inaudible to a human, cutting off whenever she looked in their direction. What few snippets she’d managed to catch certainly didn’t add up to a pleasant story. Apparently someone had overheard her and Brennan together, and rumors were spreading like wildfire. Some weren’t that bad, saying they were together in secret, or even that they had been for a while. Others claimed one of them was taking advantage of the other. Some called her some very unpleasant names. Some promised unpleasant repercussions for Brennan. Some speculated on her ‘availability’, including one comment about her being ‘broken in’ and ‘open for business’. Her cheeks burned even hotter, just thinking about it.
Honestly, Emily wasn’t really sure what the truth was. She certainly liked Brennan. Loved him, even. And he liked her. Or, he SAID he did. Did he really? She swallowed as the scene in the medic station flashed through her mind. He’d certainly seemed… eager… But were they a couple now? How would you know? She didn’t feel any different. He DID confess his feelings, though, and they kissed… Was that all it took? They hadn’t been friends since childhood, they hadn’t been on any dates, but they had gone on adventures together… Everything was all out of order. She’d heard all about love. It was on TV, in movies, on the radio, in books, and all over the internet… But until now, she’d never realized just how vague it all was. Her emotions were all mixed up. She kinda...kinda wanted to have sex with him again. But she didn’t NEED him like she was supposed to. She loved him, but was she in love? Was her love for him different than the love for everyone else?
Back in the old neighborhood, all the zver’doch had been extremely close. They’d grown up doing everything together. Their families were friends, they played together, they went to the same schools... They’d relied on each other, called each other ‘sestra’. It was them against the world, and there was plenty of world against them. They passed secrets and notes between them in russian, they stood up to the bullies side-by-side, and fought back-to-back when things got rough. A lot of them experimented with each other, just kissing, at first, and then more, exploring each other and themselves. Emily had loved them all, but she’d never been into girls, so while she never went beyond kissing, she was still aware of what the others were doing. Some of them had become couples, but most just… loved each other. No expectations, no titles, no betrayed feelings… Just love, pure and beautiful and simple.
Emily had found something very similar here, among her fellow marines. But here, there was no bitterness. Marines weren’t forced together. They didn’t join together out of fear. They joined by choice, and they supported each other by choice. Now, the people she relied on, and who relied on her in turn, the people she trusted and loved… most of them were men. Fit, masculine men. Perhaps a bit rough around the edges, but definitely attractive. She’d tried to ignore it all before, but now she’d slept with one of them, and there was no denying it any longer. She knew how they looked at her, how they felt about her. Everything was going to change, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The prospect loomed over her like a great weight, ready to crush her. She felt trapped, confused, and scared.
As Emily sat poking at her half-eaten half-edible food, a familiar voice called out from across the room. “Hey, Deedee!” The petite dog-girl looked up, snapping out of her funk to see Cannon approaching the table. His expression was subtle as always, a small grin on his lips as he walked up, empty tray tucked under one arm. He shot her an upnod as their eyes met, jerking his square jaw forward and up.He was dressed for the weather, camo shorts and a light, sleeveless undershirt, baring his broad, tanned shoulders and muscular arms. He stepped up to the table, across from her, leaning forward and planting his hand on it casually, without a hint of the judgement or nervousness that had been following her around the past few days. “Puttin’ together a quick ball game, three on three. A couple army guys think they can take on the marines. You want in?”
Emily blinked, her train of thought abruptly derailed by the unexpected offer. “Me? Don’t you want Johnson for this?” she asked. “I don’t play that much…”
Cannon shook his head. “Johnson ditched.” he explained, simply. “Come on, I know you got the game. Besides, I know these guys, getting dunked on by a girl’s gonna really piss them off.”
Emily hesitated. She wasn’t actually all that good at basketball. But he’d come to her, and it was a chance to embarrass some macho army punks… It was worth a shot. A small smile crept onto her face as she looked up at cannon. “Alright, I’m in. Let’s show ‘em what we got.” she replied, then paused. “Just, ah, let me finish this real quick.” she added, hastily turning back to what was left of her food and wolfing it down.
Cannon’s grin widened a fraction, and with a nod, he turned and walked off toward the exit, ditching his tray on the way out. As soon as he passed through the doors, Johnson practically ran into him. “Hey, man, what’s this I hear about a game? You know I’m down to show those army punks what the score is…” Johnson began, energetically.
Cannon shook his head. “Team’s full, man.” he replied, flatly.
Johnson’s eyebrow arched. “So? Un-fill it, man!” He replied, as though stating the obvious. “You know I’ve got more game than anyone on base, and I got nothin’ better to do than whup army ass up and down the court!”
Cannon’s large hand came up, taking Johnson by the shoulder as he reached into his pocket with the other. He fished out a twenty-dollar bill and pushed it pointedly into Johnson’s chest with two fingers, his grip tightening a fraction. “Do me a favor, get off base for a little while. Catch a movie.” He suggested, rather firmly. Johnson blinked, ready to object, then stopped himself when he saw the look on Cannon’s face. Silently, he took the bill and slunk off across the base like a kicked puppy. Cannon sighed once he was out of sight. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest call, but as the mess hall doors opened behind him and he glanced back to see Deedee approaching with a smile on her face, he knew it was the right one.
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The match was intense, the marines taking the lead only for the army to snatch it back again all through the game. Between the brutal heat, the gritty, windblown sand and the punishing glare of the sun, every player was soaked with sweat as they played their hearts out on the improvised half-court. Emily could barely keep up with her more experienced teammates, even Cannon’s powerful build darting this way and that with surprising agility. With the honor of their respective branches on the line, everyone played hard and fast, down to the very last moments. The game was nearly lost, seconds on the clock and the army in the lead, when Emily sank a three-point jump shot from out of nowhere, snatching victory from the jaws of defeat, putting the marines up by one as the buzzer went off.
The crowd cheered their champions and jeered the losers as all six players dragged themselves off the court, thoroughly exhausted. Cannon panted as her dropped to a seat amid the empty, stacked crates that served as improvised bleachers, leaning back against one and letting his head fall back until it was in the shade, his eyes closed. Emily moved to join him once the high-fiving and back-patting was over, flopping onto the next crate over and letting out a deep sigh as she finally got to relax. The two sat in near-silence for a long moment as the crowd dispersed, before Emily finally spoke. “Thanks.”
Cannon glanced in her direction as he continued to breathe deep. Her softly-tanned skin glistened with sweat, and his eyes couldn’t help but trace the contours of her body that the sunlight highlighted, roaming from her face down to her supple neck. The tanktop had turned transparent from the sweat, revealing the soft gray band of her sports bra more clearly as her chest rose and fell with deep, slow breaths, her peach-sized breasts rising and falling hypnotically. The shirt had ridden up a fraction at the bottom, and he could see a sliver of pale skin and tight abs. He swallowed, throat dry for more than one reason. “What?”
“Thanks.” Emily repeated, rolling her head to the side, her sparkling hazel eyes looking into cannon’s chestnut brown orbs, the corners of her lips pulled up into a smile. Even exhausted, her face seemed to glow, lovely and adorable and more than a little sexy. “For inviting me.” she clarified, after a moment. “Everyone’s been treating me different lately. I really needed to be just one of the guys for a bit.” she added, rolling her head back up to look at the sky. She raised an arm to shade her eyes from the sun. “Just wish I coulda done it inside, with air conditioning.” she added, wryly, her free hand gripping the neckline of her top and pulling it out to let the air flow through.
Cannon didn’t say anything, but he didn’t look away, either. His eyes wandered the supple female form beside him, entranced by her glistening skin. Deedee occupied a strange place in his mind. She was a fellow soldier he served beside, she was a little sister he wanted to protect, a puppy he wanted to cuddle, and the cute girl next door he had a crush on, all at once. And now, he was hearing all sorts of rumors about her. Rumors that painted her in a very different light… He swallowed again, eyes lingering on her chest thoughtlessly.
Emily’s nose scrunched cutely, and a mysterious look crossed her face. She closed her eyes and it scrunched again, this time, with an audible sniff. Her already flushed cheeks glowed a fraction brighter, and she seemed to stiffen in place. Cannon realized he was staring, hurriedly tearing his gaze away. There was a moment of silence as the two sat, frozen in uncertainty beside each other. Finally, Emily drew in a deep breath and turned to face Cannon again, this time her expression was nervous, shy, almost embarrassed as she spoke. “Um… Cannon…” she began, then stopped, sitting up and and looking around the now-nearly-empty basketball court. She swallowed, and looked back to Cannon once again. “Um... can you, just, um, come with me for a second?” she asked, quietly.
Cannon blinked, confused and stiff with uncertainty for a moment, but eventually, he nodded. Emily pushed herself to her feet and he swiftly followed suit, the smaller girl taking his hand in hers and tugging him along behind her as she led him across the sandy compound. She said nothing as they walked, never looking back, her eyes fixed straight ahead until they finally came to a storage shed near the outskirts of the base. She quickly glanced around before pulling the door open and leading him inside, shutting the door swiftly behind them.
There was a click and an electric buzz as flickering fluorescent bulbs hummed to life overhead, illuminating a mostly-forgotten storage space. The room was filled with tall shelves stacked with crates full of waterproof tarps, winter blankets, mosquito netting, rubber boots, and other thoroughly useless equipment that would likely never see the light of day until the base was disassembled. It was hot and stuffy, as one would expect a windowless building with no insulation and almost no ventilation to be after being baked by the desert sun all day. Cannon looked around nervously for a moment, taking it in. It smelled of dust.
Emily stood still for a moment, with her back toward Cannon, her tail down between her knees. Suddenly, she turned to face him, a look of determination on her face, despite her still-red cheeks. “Cannon…” she began, hesitantly. “Do… Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked, suddenly.
Cannon blinked for a moment, stunned by her sudden directness. “I…” he began, struggling to form an answer that didn’t make him sound creepy. “I… I think… You’re… You’re very pretty, Deedee.” he finally managed, as cautiously and reassuringly as he could manage.
Emily huffed in annoyance. “Not like that!” she objected, shaking her head and taking a step closer. “I mean… Do you… Do you think I’m…” she struggled, fidgeting, her gaze going down to the floor for a moment before looking up into his eyes as she managed the last word. “Sexy?”
Cannon’s heart skipped a beat, struck with the full force of her cuteness, her big, glistening, puppydog eyes piercing deep into his soul. It was a look of almost saccharine sweetness, nervous, curious, and just the tiniest bit hopeful, her full, soft lips bent into a subtle pout. The innocence of the look was sharply at odds with the decidedly impure urges it inspired. Cannon swallowed, his mouth dry. How could he answer that? How could he NOT answer it? “I…” he stalled. “I... think… a lot of the guys think you’re… attractive.”
Emily’s eyebrows furrowed as she pouted more intensely. “I didn’t…” she began, then stopped, the words dying on her lips. Her eyes slid off, down and to the side as she took another step closer, until she was just inches away from him. Silence hung in the air for a long moment before she spoke again, muttering just barely loud enough to be heard. “I didn’t ask about… about OTHER guys…”
Cannon swallowed again, mouth even drier, if that was possible. He was cornered. “I… I...” He stammered, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as his muscular body froze, tense, rooted in place. His mind whirred, trying to come up with a line that would maintain his innocence without hurting Emily’s feelings, but each new lie tasted foul on his tongue when he went to speak. He just... couldn’t bring himself to hurt her. He slumped in place, shoulders sagging as her visibly surrendered to his fate.
“...I do.” Cannon finally admitted, his voice quiet. “I think you’re pretty. And cute. And sweet, and innocent, and adorable, and beautiful, and lovely… And sexy, too, on top of it all.” He confessed, the words pouring out of him as the dam broke. “I just… I just want to grab you and squeeze you tight and keep you safe… but I also want to… to…” he explained,a meaningful pause hanging in the air as his arms fell limp at his sides and he hung his head. “...I don’t want to be the one that hurts you.” He concluded.
Cannon’s eyes squeezed shut, bracing himself for Deedee’s reaction. Would she scold him? Turn her back in disgust? Slap him on the way out the door? Or worse still, laugh? He was not prepared for her to whisper softly to herself. “...I knew it.” she muttered. His eyelids parted a tiny fraction, peering through his lashes to see her still standing there, just inches away, her head down, ears laying flat against her skull. Suddenly, his eyes went wide when he felt a delicate hand come to rest between his legs, tenderly cupping his package through his shorts.
“...I can smell it, you know.” Emily began after half a moment’s pause, her voice soft. “I didn’t know what it was, until… Brennan. But I could smell it around me. All the time.” she continued, still not looking up as her delicate fingers curled slightly, softly squeezing Cannon’s impressive bulge. “But now I know what it means. I know how… how everyone looks at me. How they feel about me.” she continued as his package twitched, swelling slightly against her palm. “I… I should probably feel uncomfortable. Disgusted, even. But… I don’t. I feel… scared. Not because any of you might… do something. Because…. because we can’t ignore it anymore. Because everything is going to… to change.” she rambled, slightly, nervous.
Emily swallowed, looking up suddenly, her hazel eyes glistening as she looked into Cannon’s. “I… I love Brennan. I want… I want to be with him.” She explained, and his heart sank, even his his manhood continued to react to her touch. “But...I love you too.” she added, her free hand coming up to rest lightly on his broad chest. “And I love Stevens. And Williams. And Twitch, and Roddy, and Lee…” she continued, listing off familiar names as Cannon grew more and more confused. The hand on his chest closed, clutching a handful of his shirt. “I love all of you… And I don’t want anyone to think I don’t, or that I love one more than the others, or that I don’t want any of you…” she tried to explain, her voice cracking with emotion as she spoke.
Emily paused for a moment, taking a deep breath and looking down once again. Cannon’s arms rose, jerkily, hesitant and mechanical, not sure what to do with them, but possessed by the urge to comfort the small girl before him. She looked up once again, determination on her features, and he froze once more. “I want things to be… fair. Balanced. I don’t want anyone fighting over me. I don’t want to… to belong to anybody. Brennan… Brennan and I have a… an extra connection, now. But I’m not his, and he’s not mine. I want things to be balanced, I want…” she paused, cheeks flushing slightly. “I… I want you. I want to… to love you. I want to… love everyone.” she explained, cheeks burning brighter, her eyes shifting to the side with embarrassment. “I’ve, um… wanted… for a while. I even…. imagine, sometimes, when I… Um...” She elaborated, trailing off.
Cannon was at a loss for words. The object of months of conflicted feelings was just inches away, confessing to… quite a lot. His heart was pounding, waves of turbulent emotions battering him this way and that. He felt bliss, knowing that Deedee loved him in return. Lust, knowing she wanted him. Relief, at not having to hold back his feelings anymore. Jealousy, wanting to keep her to himself. Envy, knowing Brennan had been with her first. Confusion, wondering how this would work out. But one impulse cut through the cacophony, and drove him to action. He wanted her, she wanted him, they were alone, she was so close, and she smelled so good... His arms shot forward, wrapping her petite body tightly in a warm embrace as his manhood lurched in her tender grasp. The rest could wait until he had time to think about things properly.
Cannon pulled Deedee close, his strong arms engulfing her smaller frame as it flattened against his rugged, muscular torso. She gasped in surprise, looking up at him wide-eyed. His smile was warm and genuine, but his eyes… his eyes were hungry. She swallowed, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt his member grow, pushing against her palm. His arms held her so tight, one down around her lower back the other around her shoulders, squeezing her against his body. The difference in their heights meant he nearly lifted her off her feet, her toes barely scaping at the ground. The shed was still oppressively hot, and their bodies were still soaked with sweat after the game, but neither one cared, they just wanted to be as close as they possibly could. Her grip on his shirt tightened, and she gave his growing package an encouraging squeeze.
Emily drew in a breath to calm herself, but it only served to drown her nose in Cannon’s scent, masculine, musky sweat and that heady, inexplicably exciting scent of lust. Her mind was suddenly filled with a haze of raw, primal lust, the filling of her lungs serving to flatten her chest against his powerful pecs just in time for her nipples to harden, tiny pebbles of desire pushing against him through layers of fabric. He just felt so… strong, so hard, so warm… Her supple body poured itself into the contours of his rugged pecs and abs, and she let out her breath in a hot, pleasured sigh, her fingers wrapping around his rapidly-expanding member. Her eyes met Cannon’s once more, desire plain on her face.
Cannon’s hand slid up Emily’s back as the pair looked into each other’s eyes, until it gently cradled the back of her head. Slowly, he leaned forward, guiding her as she craned her neck to meet him. Their eyes closed as their lips drew closer and closer together, feeling them meet, her soft, full lips on his, an electric current running between them as they kissed for the first time. The kiss was gentle and affectionate, at first, but they were drawn deeper and deeper into it by the second, heads tilting this way and that, lips pressing harder and harder together, tongues probing each other’s lips, then exploring each other’s mouths. Their tongues danced tenderly, then passionately, tasting, swirling, coiling, wrestling with each other in a hungry, lusty kiss. They longed for each other, craved each other, and with every touch, every taste, their need grew more and more intense.
Cannon released his grip on Emily’s head after nearly a minute of breathless, lusty kissing, and their lips came apart with the soft smack, leaving both of them panting for air. But neither waited even a moment before starting in on the other. Hands grasped and tugged at fabric with impatient desire, limbs and material tangled together in a snarl of hasty desire. Cannon’s shirt came away first, baring rippling abs and powerful pecs covered with a sprawling line tattoo of a banner reading ‘Semper Fidelis’ in looping script. Almost immediately afterward, Emily’s followed suit, exposing her tight, feminine abs and soft gray sport bra, her torso paler than her softly tanned limbs, every inch of her glistening softly with sweat.
Emily’s fingers were nimble, quickly loosing Cannon’s belt and the button of his shorts with a flourish. The desert camo fell away swiftly to pool around his ankles, leaving him standing there in nothing more than his boots and his boxer-briefs, the material bulging as it struggled to contain the nearly-hard weapon within. The two sweaty figures breathed hotly as they ogled each other’s underwear-clad bodies. Cannon’s hands came forward, settling on bare skin just below the band of her sports bra and caressing their way down her sides, feeling the soft, smooth skin beneath them, his thumbs coming together in front to explore her tight abs along the way. Emily’s delicate hands came up in turn, her fingertips settling tentatively on his solid muscles, tracing their contours as she marveled at their tightness, their strength.
Suddenly, Cannon moved, stepping out of his shorts and kicking them aside as he sank to one knee, his face just inches in front of her stomach, eyes level with her bellybutton, but aimed down, tracing the contours of her thighs through the clinging running shorts, up to the shapely vee between her thighs. He paused for a moment, leaning in to plant a tender, teasing kiss on her belly button, before his hands came up to the waistband of her shorts. His fingers hooked around the stretchy material and the elastic band of her underwear, peeling them down together, bit by bit. The material strained as it rolled down over her broad hips and sank into her thick, plush rear, each inch baring more of her pale skin to Cannon’s hungry eyes. Then, all at once, the material passed the widest point and fell away, leaving her bare from the waist down. She shivered, feeling Cannon’s hot stare on her dripping, clean-shaven sex, her inner thighs glistening with feminine nectar, her tail curled down between the thick, meaty globes of her ass with embarrassment. .
Cannon paused a moment in the middle of helping Emily get her bottoms off over her boots to plant a soft kiss on the tender, pale skin of her vee, just above her womanly center, a tiny gesture of tenderness that gave her goosebumps, despite the heat. When he rose to his feet once again, Emily pushed herself forward, bra-clad breasts flattening against his abs as she wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning forward to deliver a playful kiss to one of his nipples, making the big man shiver. She gave his tight, firm backside a playful squeeze through his briefs before hooking her thumbs in his waistband and began to tug his bottoms down in turn. The fabric stalled as it reached the halfway point, his steely-hard member hooked on the band, straining the material around it’s impressive silhouette as it thrust proudly from his hips, refusing to bend. With an insistent yank, she pulled it down, eyes going wide as the member sprang free, slapping against his rugged abs before coming to rest jutting proudly forward to prod, pointedly, against her abdomen.
The weapon Emily had freed from Cannon’s briefs and now found leveled at her belly was huge. It was even bigger than Brennan’s, just as thick and perhaps a few inches longer. As thick as her wrist and covered in bulging, winding, pulsing veins, the hot steel shaft was very nearly a full foot of pure manhood. Unlike Brennan’s, Cannon’s cum-cannon had a collar of foreskin over the latter half of the pulsing, purple cockhead boring into her toned abs. The sheer length of it bridged the gap between them as his boxer-briefs fell away, the lengthy pipe giving a lusty lurch at the touch of her skin, depositing a red-hot droplet of clear, slick precum on her flesh. She bit her lip as she looked down at the intimidating shaft, half worried and half eager.
Finally, there was only one thing left between them, the soft gray sports bra clinging to her perfect, peach-sized breasts. Her hard nipples were obvious through the material as she breathed deep, chest rising and falling hypnotically as she filled her lungs with the scent of her lover over and over. She raised her arms, crossing them behind her head as she reached down for the shoulder straps, hooking them over her fingers. Cannon’s eyes were riveted to her chest as she slowly pulled the bra up, her pale under-boob coming into view, first just a sliver, then more and more until they were a pair of luminous half-moons, just the barest hint of pink peeking out from the edge. Finally, it snapped up and off, over her head, her breasts jiggling as they settled into place on her chest, pale, proud, and perky, crowned with perfectly suckable pale pink nipples, pebbled with arousal beneath his lustful stare.
The two were just inches apart and growing closer, despite the oppressive heat of the supply shed, naked from the ankles up, each exploring the other’s body with hungry eyes and curious hands. They were drawn to each other, pulled inexorably toward their partner until their bodies met, naked, sweaty flesh on naked, sweaty flesh. With nothing between them, the two lovers melted together into a tangle of limbs as they embraced one another fully. Emily cooed softly with pleasure as one of Cannon’s large, rough hands slid up her body to cup one tender breast, his thumb and forefinger swiftly finding the hard nipple and giving it an experimental pinch. Cannon groaned in turn as Emily’s slender fingers returned to the red-hot shaft sandwiched between their bodies, wrapping around it, just barely unable to close around its monstrous girth. She began to stroke, slowly, her hand gliding up and down his length as it was held between them, pressed against her silky-soft skin, his foreskin rolling up and down over his crown. He leaned forward, nuzzling his face in her hair as his hot, panting breaths and stifled groans filled her pointed ears with the sounds of the pleasure she was giving him
Cannon couldn’t wait any longer. He bent forward suddenly, strong hands reaching around Emily to roughly grip her generous backside, blunt fingers sinking into her thick, juicy ass as he squeezed tight. She gasped aloud as his powerful arms flexed suddenly, lifting her bodily off the ground, sweat-slick skin sliding against sweat-slick skin, their bodies still pressed tight together as he carried her. Her legs parted automatically, shifting her weight back onto his hands as her thighs squeezed around his hips, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders for stability. He deftly maneuvered her body into position, raising her up until his thick, uncut cock slipped from between them, the blunt crown pulsing, poised at the entrance to her hot, wet slit. They were still, for a moment, and he looked deep into her eyes, silently asking for a sign. They were on a threshold, a line that could never be uncrossed, and he couldn’t bear to become her mistake. Without a moment’s hesitation, she spoke. “I want this. I want you. Do it. Fuck me.”
Cannon was a good soldier, and good soldiers follow orders. Slowly, he lowered Emily’s hips, savoring the sensation of her hot, needy sex parting around his flared cockhead, engulfing more and more with each passing moment. Emily moaned aloud, feeling herself slowly stretching around a swollen crown for a second time. With a sudden popping sensation, his cockhead slipped into her, and her grip tightened on his shoulders at the surge of sensations that came with it. This time, she was coherent enough to actually enjoy the feelings washing over her as he slowly filled her, pushing into her inch by inch. There was an unbelievably intense pleasure, a sharp pain that only served to cast the pleasure in sharper contrast, and an overwhelming craving for more. Her silken depths rippled with lust as he sank deeper and deeper into her, trying to draw him in, her channel tightening around the thick, veiny shaft, each squeeze sending a wave of sensation through the both of them, so intense she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning aloud again. .
Cannon groaned from deep in his chest as he paused with more than half his foot-long steel-hard shaft buried inside Emily’s hot, wet, spasming pussy. She moaned as he throbbed and pulsed inside her, her sweet, sultry cries of lust and pleasure ringing in his ears. In the midst of their cried, the two locked eyes, their faces just inches apart, and in the same instant, they lunged forward, their lips meeting in a hot, hungry, passionate kiss. There was no slow build-up this time, the two kissed in a frenzy of desire, lips mashed against lips, tongues coiling and uncoiling with a furious lust. As their tongues tangled, her legs came up, wrapping around his waist, ankles hooking together in the small of his back, and suddenly squeezed, pulling him closer and driving another inch of his massive member into her soaked slit as she moaned into their passionate kiss.
Cannon got the message, pushing his hips forward as he lowered Emily even further onto his shaft, plunging deeper and deeper as their tongues danced. Soon he pushed his way into virgin territory, his meaty member going even deeper than Brennan’s had, stretching her deliciously as she moaned into the kiss. When their hips finally met, the two were still for a moment, holding tight to each other, his fingers sunk deep into her juicy ass, her nails biting into his granite shoulders. He was entirely inside her, a foot of thick, red-hot steel cock plunged deep into her womanly core. Despite the heat, they pulled one another closer still, craving more of each other, until they could be no closer. Their sweaty bodies clung to each other as they kissed, skin pressed to skin, her hard nipples poking into his broad chest as she squirmed softly in his grasp, abs sliding against his as she tried to adjust to the size of the invading member planted inside her. It was like they were melting together, the lines where one of them ended and the other began becoming blurred as they hungrily kissed, each trying to drink the other in through their passionate lip-lock.
Emily’s squirming grew more and more pronounced as the seconds ticked by, soon her supple body was undulating sensually against Cannon’s unyielding muscles, her slender waist rolling this way and that, her core shifting and bending around the unbendable steely rod hilted inside her, her lips staying locked with his, drawing muffled moans and groans from the two of them. The kiss broke with a smack as she pulled back in surprise, feeling his grip on her hips tighten, then slowly lift her, raising her slowly up the length of his rigid shaft. With her mouth suddenly unoccupied, her breath left her lungs in an unbridled, wavering moan as she shivered with the sensation of his slow, teasing withdrawl, his flared crown tugging at her innermost walls. Up and up she rose, inch by inch, until there was only perhaps a quarter of his full length still inside her gripping, spasming depths. Suddenly, he switched directions, letting her body sink onto his tremendous shaft once more, the two of them groaning with raw pleasure as he filled her inch by inch, until their hips met once more and she shuddered with delight.
Emily’s supple body slid up and down against Cannon’s muscular body as he began to lift and lower her on his thick, throbbing shaft faster and faster with each stroke. Her achingly hard nipples dragged over his rugged muscles with every movement, their lips meeting for another breathless kiss each time he bottomed out inside her. She was full, then empty, then full again, over and over, waves of pleasure surging as she was filled, then receding as she was emptied, only to crash over her a moment later. Each crashing wave of sensation left a fraction of itself behind, filling something deep inside her core before it departed. She moaned again and again, her efforts to hold her cries back useless before the tides of lust assaulting her nubile body, her voice climbing higher and higher as the well in her core filled swiftly toward overflowing. “More!” she cried out as their lips parted once again, her voice sweet and husky with desire.
Cannon gritted his teeth, letting loose a growl from deep in his chest as he fought to hold back the rising tide of pleasure within himself. He tightened his grip on Emily’s ass and lunged forward, roughly slamming her back against a shelving unit, pinning her between his granite body and a hard place. With newfound support, he planted his feet and drove his hips forward, plunging his member deep inside her with a mighty thrust. Again and again he drew back and thrust forward again, his abs rippling as he hammered his hips into hers with an audible smack-smack-smack of flesh on flesh. She writhed and moaned with irresistible pleasure as he pounded into her to the hilt, unable to escape his onslaught even if she’d wanted to. The shelves shook with the force of his thrusts, equipment rattling as their bodies slammed against it over and over in the heat of passion.
Emily was helpless before Cannon’s rampaging thrusts, her eyes squeezed shut as her senses overloaded, her mind drowning in their lust. She could feel everything with crystalline clarity, his skin on hers, his heat, his strength, and most of all, the thick, powerful shaft pounding like a piston into her womanly depths, unstoppable, untiring, and unrelenting, each stroke sending bolts of electric pleasure racing up her spine to fry her brain. The air was thick with a haze of sex, masculine musk, feminine nectar, spit, and sweat, all blending together into a potent cocktail of pheromones that filled her nose and flooded her mind with a haze of primal desire. The sounds of their frenzied fucking filled the shed, echoing through the space, the deep groans from Cannon, her own ecstatic moans, the smack of flesh on flesh, even the shuddering of the shelf behind her, it all told a tale of unbridled lust that resonated in her mind. What little self-control she still held on to slipped through her fingers as her passions built toward their all-but-inevitable peak.
“Oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes, YES!” Emily moaned wildly, her head whipping side to side as Cannon pounded his hips into hers like a jackhammer. “FUCK yes! So GOOD! IT’s SO GOOD!” She wailed, even louder, nails biting into the marine’s shoulders as each thrust drove her closer and closer to the edge. “Oh, it’s so BIG! It’s so DEEP! Oh GOD, oh god, oh god, ohgod, ohgod, ohgod!” Her moans suddenly sped up, words blurring together in her haste as her lover suddenly redoubled his pace, slamming his foot-long member into her so fast his hips were nearly a blur. She was so close, she could feel the tension building inside her, like a water balloon ready to burst at any moment and unleash a flood of raw pleasure. “Oh, oh, oh, OH, OH, OO~OOH-” Her wavering wail of passion was suddenly cut off by Cannon’s lips on hers, silencing her with a hot, desperate, passionate kiss. His tongue drove between her lips as his titanic shaft slammed into her to the hilt and stayed there, throbbing and jerking violently in her pussy’s silken embrace.
Cannon’s foot-long member lurched inside Emily as her tongue danced with his, the powerful male unable to hold back even a second longer. The dam cracked, then burst, a flood of boiling lust surging forth from deep inside him out through the only outlet available, the massive meat-stick planted deep in Emily’s quivering depths. Balls like plumbs pulled themselves tight against the root of his shaft as he ground his hips against hers, cum surging up his length to fire, point-blank, into her welcoming womanhood. Emily’s eyes shot open wide as she realized what was happening, only to roll back in their sockets an instant later as that knowledge set off an explosion of pure pleasure deep inside her core. She moaned mindlessly into the kiss as the studly marine let loose a deluge of white-hot molten lust inside her, thick, creamy cum surging into her . Raw pleasure coursed through her every nerve like electricity, an ecstasy so intense it burned away every other sensation, every other thought, consuming her, leaving her trembling around him.
Cannon’s member lurched inside Emily again, firing another blast of thick, hot, sticky cream into her pussy, flooding her depths with oceans of creamy spunk. Then it fired again, and again, and again, a seemingly endless sea of cum pouring into her, each blast a long-overdue release, pleasure surging through him with each blast. Each searing wad of sticky seed fired from his massive member set off a little burst of sensation in her core, like a string of firecrackers going off one after another. She clung to the immovable male as she trembled and spasmed with orgasmic pleasure, her legs squeezing tight around his waist. Even in the midst of overwhelming pleasure, her body wouldn’t let him go. Her depths twitched and spasmed wildly around his foot-long shaft, almost like they were dancing with joy, squeezing his still-hard shaft like a silken vice, milking him for more.
It was nearly impossible to tell how long they held each other in the throes of passion, their sweaty bodies glued together in the hot, dusty supply shed. The only sound was the two of them panting for breath as they clung to each other, coasting down from their climactic peaks and into the warm, soft embrace of afterglow. After a long moment of still silence, Emily’s legs relaxed slowly, shakily unwrapping themselves from around Cannon’s hips. Cannon shifted, slowly drawing his hips back until his monolithic, still-hard shaft slipped from her still-spasming slit with a pop. Slowly, she let her legs sink toward the floor, her knees wobbling slightly as she climbed off Cannon’s hands and stood on her own, her back braced on the shelves for support. A string of pearly cum ran down her inner thigh as she stood. Cannon reluctantly released his grip on her plump, juicy rear, hands coming up to brace his elbows on the shelf above her head, leaning on them as he breathed heavily.
Neither one said a thing at first, until Emily broke the silence. “...Wow.” She commented, simply, between panting breaths.
“Wow.” Cannon concurred.
A smile spread across her face, warm and sweet and genuine. “That was… incredible. Intense.” She elaborated.
Cannon nodded, silently, looking down at the girl he felt so strongly for, taking in the sight of her. Her lovely face, with the smile that lit up the room. Her pale, peach-sized breasts, rising and falling hypnotically with each breath. Her tight, toned waist, abs glistening with sweat. Her wide, perfectly generous hips. Her smooth, shapely thighs, complete with a rivulet of his own seed running down one. He swallowed, his member lurching with renewed vigor to poke her in the abs once again.
Emily glanced down, then back up, a more playful sort of smirk on her face this time. “...But next time, let’s look for someplace with air conditioning.” She commented, wryly.
Cannon smirked, only to have the expression wiped from his face a moment later, replaced with shock as a sound broke the stillness of the shed. The creak of hinges. “Well, well…” came a voice from behind him. “What do we have here?”
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