A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

By Phyllisroger

codification : M/F, stripling, non-consensual, public sex…exhibitionism

It wouldn't happen these Clarence Shepard Day Jr. but when my boyfriend and I started dating there were different formula : condom were concentrated to line up, virginity was significant, effortless sex was for ‘ other'people, etc., etc. So it is no surprise that when Brett and I started getting grave we made sacred promises to each other including :"no sex before marriage"though we loved each other. And, you know, being proficient kids we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our third date ( another old ruler ) and then we graduated to other tinkle, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the remainder was downhill…or uphill depending on we looked at it..and from then on and it wasn't long before he was in my pants…I did a little opposition act at for the first time, to tease him…it felt so good to hold his hand on me there, his fingers slippery…and then I was unzipping him…heavy snuggling during and after a show at the drive-in…It was the first of all put up cock I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about cocks and how to squeeze, kiss, caress, make him wet…then he got me to lick him. He showed me all about my body but we still kept our promised to wait until"later'to go ‘ all the way.'Brett ad I were sticking to our mutual vow…barely. I was desperate for what the genuine thing would be like but we had agreed to wait.

One dark we were at a party at a booster's house and we girls got to talking…the boys on another incline of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the lady friend tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not penetration. Of class, his finger's breadth had penetrated my wet cunt and his stiff cock had penetrated my mouth…I loved it when we did that…but no rooster penetrating cunt…and we were proud of that but there it was…the penetration word…we were abstaining from that one, penultimate, thing…indulging in the rest. Later I told Brett about our conversation and we both agreed to go forward with our vows…meaning : no penetration…most but not all of our emotions were satisfied without that portion. I confess I had urges beyond what we did…I didn't Tell Brett of my thwarting but I took fear of them in another way. My body…my cunt…still ached for Brett but we had our vow…damn !

A few calendar week after the party, Bret and I went on a stunt man date and labour to the beach. We had a couple six packs…we weren't concluded prudes…and sat on the Baroness Dudevant on mantle my girlfriend brought and we were soon drinking, kissing, tactual sensation and all…Brett was under my attire, inside my panties as usual, his finger setting me on fire and my girl getting played with by her boyfriend near me and she was also breathing hard. I looked over at her and she at me…we smiled. Isn't the beach great ? With all the breathing and fingering I didn't notice when my girl and her engagement got up and stood over us…just shadows… My lady friend said :"We're going to give birth an intervention for you two grass parakeet,"and then her young man announced :"right hand here…right now !"I didn't know what to think or say…

My stage shooter together ; I pushed my attire down, Brett stopped what he was doing. I felt threatened."No…"I said,"We're not having an intervention."Her young man responded :"Oh yes we are…Enough of this wacky vow you two have…it's all ridiculous."

I didn't know what else to say. I just looked at Brett, kneeling beside me and he was nonplussed…there was another vocalization :"Yeh…you guys…this vow clobber is shit !"

It was two other bozo who were at the party a few workweek ago…I was shocked and a little dash. What would hap ? They had planned all this. Did Brett know, too ? My mind was a mess…my body hot…but my mind a mess.

"We're taking charge here, you two idiots. Brett's girl is one hot doll and I've wanted to fuck her myself,"the voice in the dark said. I tried to see his face but everything was shadows. And the waves were pounding…the grit in my toes. There was moonlight and clouds and the pounding of the wafture and my head was throbbing."There's a time for fucking,"he said…"that time is now !"

I started to stand but hands pushed me back down on the blanket…holding me there…and…"we saw what you were doing with your boyfriend…you were all over each other…it's time to wind up up what you started !"I was scared and looked at Brett, still beside me, asking :"What do we do now ?"

I was looking for help but Brett was unsounded. What an asshole ! I think he liked the whole scene…I thought he might even have planned it…"This wasn't my idea, fair,"he said. He was still a suspect ! And now there were handwriting, lots of hands, holding my articulatio radiocarpea above my point and grabbing my legs at the ankles, holding them apart, my dress at my waist, my privates only protected by my wet panties…I was prone and twisted away…they pulled me back."Help !"I said. The wave pounded against the auditory sensation of my phonation."You can't do this ! Stop !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this dot. I didn't know what to do…screaming was a waste on that isolated beach. The waves were loud in my ears…the sky overcast…I couldn't see any stars. No moon and I was being held by substantial guys…my girlfriend was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to pain you."Her hands were on me ; she pulled up my dress…took down my step-in. I was now open to the world. I was scared…but I knew I wouldn't be hurt…at the worst I would get fucked…how bad could it be ? But I wasn't going to be easy and tried to squirm away."God ! What a body,"one guy said.

"Can't let that somewhat puss go to wastefulness,"said another. There was that exciting word…cunt…and it was my cunt…which until a few present moment before was wet, hot and shake. Now, I confess, the scene and the hired hand holding…it was all exciting and my read/write head pounded.

I was in the stiff grasp of guys who were filled with lust…lust for my body…I was pulsing and frightened at it all but, yes, I was also full of luxuria on the blanket, at the beach, with the sound of nature…my body naked…legs spread…I felt the air cooling and also exciting me…I squirmed again…then :"I want to get down and solve that thing,"said yet another and I felt a oral cavity on my little Virgin cunt…I flexed…a hot tongue licking up one slope and then up the other…a cold horn in moving on my clit…it stiffened and I squirmed again but this time, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want to respond but I did. I dug my undersurface into the blanket but two hands lifted my laughingstock cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to stop. The air was assuredness, moving ridge were licking the shoreline…the lacing of my cunt was continuing. I tried to move to one side, then the former, my stage being held, and squeezed my slit but the licking…Oh God…that glossa ! Hands lifting me up…the licking keep. I couldn't help it and then another lick. I had to let myself go now. My body had taken charge.

"She's a severely one, but wet and tasty,"the part said, between licks…and oh that damned nose lifting my clit…I couldn't help it. I just couldn't. It was feeling good and I didn't want anyone to know. I was thrashing my head from face to side…"No…don't"I mumbled. His manus was on my venter, pulling my skin back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too skillful. I couldn't assist myself and lifted for more of his wondrous tongue.

His tongue was slipping in me and along my bitch bulwark as I twisted from English to side…I opened my eyes and saw Brett in the shadows…he just stood there, watching me…the Bastard ! But what could he do ? I hated him at that moment…he could at least ‘ TRY'to do something…we could run to the…"uh, unh, uh"my physical structure said to me and I tried not to hear it. It came again, with the waves,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was loud and alive with water system rushing in, rushing out ; my tone were rushing the same…my cheeks hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn't see me. He pushed on my stomach, licking harder…in an awful, beautiful rhythm…he was a bastard…all of them…Brett and all of them.

"You wet bitch,"the licker said…looking up…"You are so have it off wet !"It was true…I was.

I tried once More to squirm away and I slipped from his grasp on my bitch lips but only briefly as he encircled my branch with his blazon, lifting me for severe tonguing…I was captured…no way out…"UH, OH !"but I was not getting away fro him this clock time. I was in lust…wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching open for his tongue and my former captor sensing my lust, released my wrists.

My hands went to the head of this licking shit at my waist and I rode that face…writhing on his mouth as wafture were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's prepare guys !"he said…"My tongue's tired ! Jesus !"I started to unwind a little, my wet pussy clear to the night but my ankles were still held…my hands covered myself and for the first meter I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the dreary shadows of these guys and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt commodity but my consistency needed finishing…my body was thirsting for the finale but was cooling down rapidly. I said cipher but I was silently begging for more….my cunt was aching…the cool air was on my cunt lips..inside I was bursting and hot.

"Come on Brett. We've got her ready…now finish her !"Oh no, I thought : OUR VOWS. I looked up. Brett just stood there…looking at me, the scene, the cat and my girlfriend…I could see her smiling in the trace. Brett and I had our vows, after all…it was sacred to me and to him…they couldn't be broken…or could they ?

"Come on Brett…it's either you or we'll withdraw a go at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my eyes, I looked back…my legs being held and spread opne…my pussy hot and drippage, my genial state confused and hot…and I do entail HOT ! We loved each other ; we were going to marry some day…why were we putting it off ? I was confused, doubting, questioning my futurity married man and his resolve…I laid my promontory back, closed my eyes…It was true : I was hot, and quick and aching…

"Make up your mind, guy,"it was the vocalization holding one of my legs. I looked up, Brett looked at me, lying there, about to be ravished by others…or Him…what to do. I shook my headway :"No !"I said. I could see he was weakening. He was so well-favoured, a tent in his shorts, I wanted him so much…"What can I do honey ?"he said."It's either them or me. You love me, don't you ?"I froze. No question. We had promised each other, several multiplication and here we were…them ofrhim…I just closed my eye again."I don't want to,"Brett said from the shadow."I don't want you to do anything. Just leave us alone."

mo passed…I discover a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt someone getting between my legs…I stared up at the dark sky…my hands over my privates, mitt taking my wrists exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I felt movement between my wooden leg and a unwavering tool poking at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then someone held my wrists, firmly, I was open and ready…more poking at my cunt then spreading my pussycat lips…the shadowy name knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One last chance…make your choice…him or me…you're ready and so am I."

I looked at him and then at Brett…"Brett,"I cried…"Please assistant me."

The Wave were gaudy. I hoped he heard the despair in my spokesperson. I waited. I was numb and closed my heart again. I didn't have to await long as I felt a prick Menachem Begin teasing my kitty-cat lips then moved away..my hands still held away from my privates…I felt dizzy, illogical. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, willing, vulnerable…there was more motion on the mantle and then

A scratch was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my puffed lips. I kept my eyes shut, listening to the waves, the whoreson was playing at me, over and over, and I was athirst for it…I wanted to feel what a real prick was like inside me…not just one of my dildos I enjoyed…I had never told Brett I had cheated on him with dildos…we had a vow…dildos didn't violate the vow did they ? right wing then I wanted hot flesh, without my paw guiding it…a cock fucking me, taking mastery. It was what I had dreamed of on so many nights after heavy petting with Brett. I couldn't tell him about it…now it had all come to me there in the night on the cover at the beach. I wanted the really thing fucking me. I listened to the pounding moving ridge and wanting my own pounding…that prick was entering me now and I lifted to meet it.

I was a jailed to my body, head and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my familiar ‘ Lady'size of it, for personal use, my dildo toy…this was hot…and big…BIG…it was stretching me like never before…it would fit, wouldn't it ? My personal dildo was slender, delicate…this affair inching into me was awful…I lifted as it squeezed inside…stretching me, exploring, the guys released my wrists, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my script were at my shank, smoothing my legs…feeling my tomentum, my clit…this hot thick cock…I outlined it with my fingernails…I wanted this…opening myself more…they released my legs…my fingers touching on this awful, marvelous thing that began stroking inside…each time going deeper…hands lifting my bottom…I wanted all of the pricking and stroke and fucking…feeling it be active in and out of me…"OH !"I exclaimed as he hit into me.

It was my turn of events to tease…fingers on each side of the monster…wetting our private parts with our fluids…I stroked the position of his tool…balls hitting me. I was churning from side to side…his breathing spell on me. Brett was at my ear, whispering"I don't want this. I love you darling."I could only grunt and mumble and lift for more.

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't Tell. I didn't care about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lecherousness and was humping on this groovy tool which searched to my rima oris, chewing on it as it was in my throat and I went numb. I couldn't breathe, the waves were swirling on the beach, in my psyche, washing through my cunt to all of me. My mortise joint were released, and I was holding this body, this with child cock, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the world went quiet…slowly the grand prick softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to leave and I squeezed to hold it but it slipped out. Then there were other prick and more kissing and licking…I had turned on all the guys with my passions ... I was weak and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my puss ached for more…more and more fucking on the beach, on the blanket, in the iniquity, I wanted more cock-milking of my body and soulfulness. My vow had been canceled on the beach that Night and my cunt was a volition sinner…I was fucked there on the blanket until I was drained. Brett held my hired hand and stroked my thighs and then covered me as we lay together, breathing deeply. He was kissing me down now, down from the top. It was quiet, dark, the lunar time period was receding, the waves more distant. I put my oral sex on his articulatio humeri and reached to his waistline to find if it was him who was first to possess me. It had been so dismal and my lust so intense I wasn't sure. His stopcock stiffened with my stroking. I measured it with my hand around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very initiative cock but I wasn't an expert.

I just couldn't be sure and almost didn't care. I loved Brett and loved all the fucking but I couldn't hold on doing this. We had a modified vow. It had been a one Night thing. One thing was for sure. I would need a braggart dildo. My girlfriend would never say who fucked me first. She said :"You're not sure enough if it was Brett, are you ? Neither am I…it was so dark. Besides, I was off to the side also being fucked."

"By Brett ?"I asked. She just smiled. Brett was such a bastard but I loved him. Someday I would find out if it was his…the huge first cock I mean. I couldn't hold to find out .