A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

By Phyllisroger

code : M/F, teen, non-consensual, public sex…exhibitionism

It wouldn't pass these days but when my swain and I started dating there were different rules : safety were hard to find, virginity was important, casual sex was for ‘ other'masses, etc., etc. So it is no surprisal that when Brett and I started getting serious we made hallowed promises to each other including :"no sex before marriage"though we loved each other. And, you know, being good kid we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our third date ( another old rule ) and then we graduated to early tings, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the rest 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 resistor act at first base, to tease him…it felt so good to have his hand on me there, his fingers slippery…and then I was unzipping him…heavy fondling during and after a show at the drive-in…It was the first vertical putz I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about dick and how to thrust, kiss, caress, make him wet…then he got me to lick him. He showed me all about my eubstance but we still kept our promised to waitress until"later'to go ‘ all the way.'Brett ad I were sticking to our reciprocal vow…barely. I was despairing for what the real thing would be like but we had agreed to wait.

One night we were at a political party at a friend's household and we miss got to talking…the son on another side of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the girls tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not insight. Of course, his fingers had penetrated my wet cunt and his unbendable shaft had penetrated my mouth…I loved it when we did that…but no tool 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 repose. Later I told Brett about our conversation and we both agreed to continue with our vows…meaning : no penetration…most but not all of our emotions were satisfied without that portion. I confess I had impulse beyond what we did…I didn't William Tell Brett of my thwarting but I took upkeep of them in another way. My body…my cunt…still ached for Brett but we had our vow…damn !

A few hebdomad after the party, Bret and I went on a twofold appointment and motor to the beach. We had a pair six packs…we weren't unadulterated prudes…and sat on the sand on blankets my lady friend brought and we were soon drinking, kissing, intuitive feeling and all…Brett was under my frock, inside my step-in as usual, his fingers setting me on fire and my girlfriend getting played with by her fellow near me and she was also breathing hard. I looked over at her and she at me…we smiled. Isn't the beach peachy ? With all the respiration and fingering I didn't posting when my girl and her date got up and stood over us…just shadows… My girlfriend said :"We're going to have an intervention for you two lovebirds,"and then her boyfriend announced :"Right here…right now !"I didn't know what to imagine or say…

My legs shot together ; I pushed my clothes down, Brett stopped what he was doing. I felt threatened."No…"I said,"We're not having an intervention."Her boyfriend responded :"Oh yes we are…Enough of this featherbrained 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 voice :"Yeh…you guys…this vow stuff is shit !"

It was two early guys who were at the party a few calendar week ago…I was shocked and a trivial mark. What would happen ? They had planned all this. Did Brett know, too ? My creative thinker was a mess…my body hot…but my mind a mess.

"We're taking charge here, you two idiots. Brett's girlfriend is one hot chick and I've wanted to fuck her myself,"the representative in the night said. I tried to see his font but everything was shadows. And the waves were pounding…the sand in my toes. There was moonlight and cloud and the pounding of the moving ridge and my caput was throbbing."There's a time for ass,"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 finish 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 dumb. What an asshole ! I think he liked the unit scene…I thought he might even hold planned it…"This wasn't my estimation, honest,"he said. He was still a defendant ! And now there were hands, piles of helping hand, holding my wrist above my head and grabbing my legs at the mortise joint, 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."assistant !"I said. The moving ridge pounded against the sound of my vocalisation."You can't do this ! stop consonant !"

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

"Can't let that pretty cunt go to waste,"said another. There was that exciting word…cunt…and it was my cunt…which until a few import before was wet, hot and excited. Now, I confess, the setting and the hands holding…it was all exciting and my head pounded.

I was in the steadfast grip 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 moon of lust on the blanket, at the beach, with the phone of nature…my consistence naked…legs spread…I felt the air cooling and also exciting me…I squirmed again…then :"I want to get down and thrash that thing,"said yet another and I felt a oral fissure on my little virgin cunt…I flexed…a hot tongue licking up one side of meat and then up the other…a cold nose 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 answer but I did. I dug my tooshie into the mantle but two hands lifted my tail cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to finish. The air was cool, wave were licking the shoreline…the trouncing of my cunt was continuing. I tried to move to one side, then the other, my ramification being held, and squeezed my pussycat but the licking…Oh God…that tongue ! Hands lifting me up…the licking go along. I couldn't service it and then another poke. I had to let myself go now. My consistence had taken charge.

"She's a hard one, but wet and tasty,"the phonation 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 have intercourse. I was thrashing my head from side to side…"No…don't"I mumbled. His script was on my stomach, pulling my skin back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too soundly. I couldn't help myself and lifted for more than of his marvelous tongue.

His tongue was slipping in me and along my cunt rampart as I twisted from side to side…I opened my eyes and saw Brett in the shadows…he just stood there, watching me…the illegitimate child ! 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 soundbox said to me and I tried not to learn it. It came again, with the moving ridge,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was loud and alive with H2O rushing in, rushing out ; my feelings were rushing the same…my cheeks hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn't see me. He pushed on my belly, licking harder…in an awful, beautiful rhythm…he was a bastard…all of them…Brett and all of them.

"You wet gripe,"the licker said…looking up…"You are so sleep with wet !"It was true…I was.

I tried once more to squirm away and I slipped from his hold on my cunt lips but only briefly as he encircled my wooden leg with his arms, lifting me for sober tonguing…I was captured…no way out…"UH, OH !"but I was not getting away fro him this sentence. I was in lust…wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching outdoors for his tongue and my early captor sensing my lustfulness, released my wrists.

My hands went to the point of this licking asshole at my waist and I rode that face…writhing on his sass as waves were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's fix guys !"he said…"My tongue's tired ! Jesus !"I started to loosen up a little, my wet pussycat open to the nighttime but my ankles were still held…my hands covered myself and for the first clip I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the shadow shadows of these guys and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt good but my body needed finishing…my body was thirsting for the finale but was cooling down rapidly. I said aught but I was silently begging for more….my slit 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 shot, the guy rope and my girlfriend…I could see her smiling in the vestige. 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 deal a turn at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my eye, I looked back…my legs being held and spread opne…my puss hot and drip, my genial state confused and hot…and I do mean HOT ! We loved each other ; we were going to marry some day…why were we putting it off ? I was confused, doubting, questioning my future husband and his resolve…I laid my pass back, closed my eyes…It was true : I was hot, and ready and aching…

"shuffle up your idea, guy,"it was the representative holding one of my wooden leg. I looked up, Brett looked at me, lying there, about to be ravished by others…or Him…what to do. I shook my head :"No !"I said. I could see he was weakening. He was so handsome, a tent in his short, 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 motility. We had promised each other, various meter and here we were…them ofrhim…I just closed my center again."I don't want to,"Brett said from the shadow."I don't want you to do anything. Just leave us alone."

moment passed…I heard a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt someone getting between my legs…I stared up at the shadow sky…my hands over my crotch, workforce taking my wrist exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I felt movement between my leg and a buckram cock poke at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then somebody held my wrists, firmly, I was spread out and ready…more poking at my twat then spreading my pussy lips…the shadowy figure of speech knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One live on 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 help me."

The moving ridge were gaudy. I hoped he heard the desperation in my voice. I waited. I was dead and closed my oculus again. I didn't have to look long as I felt a cock begin teasing my pussy sass then moved away..my men still held away from my privates…I felt silly, bedevil. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, bequeath, vulnerable…there was more motility on the blanket and then

A son of a bitch was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my puff backtalk. I kept my eyes shut, listening to the waves, the prick was playing at me, over and over, and I was hungry for it…I wanted to find 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 then I wanted hot shape, without my helping hand guiding it…a stopcock fucking me, taking mastery. It was what I had dreamed of on so many nights after fleshy petting with Brett. I couldn't tell him about it…now it had all come to me there in the Nox on the cover at the beach. I wanted the very affair fucking me. I listened to the pounding waving and wanting my own pounding…that tool was entering me now and I lifted to fill it.

I was a wrapped to my organic structure, nous and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my companion ‘ ladies'size, 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 matter inching into me was awful…I lifted as it squeezed inside…stretching me, exploring, the guys released my radiocarpal joint, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my mitt were at my shank, smoothing my legs…feeling my hair, my clit…this hot midst cock…I outlined it with my fingernails…I wanted this…opening myself more…they released my legs…my finger touching on this terribly, wonderful thing that began stroking inside…each time going deeper…hands lifting my bottom…I wanted all of the pricking and stroking and fucking…feeling it travel in and out of me…"OH !"I exclaimed as he hit into me.

It was my crook to tease…fingers on each side of the monster…wetting our privates with our fluids…I stroked the incline of his tool…balls hitting me. I was churning from side to side…his breath 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 William Tell. I didn't concern about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in luxuria and was humping on this cracking tool which searched to my rima oris, chewing on it as it was in my pharynx and I went numb. I couldn't breathe, the waving were swirling on the beach, in my brain, washing through my twat to all of me. My mortise joint were released, and I was holding this body, this nifty prick, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the world went quiet…slowly the terrific prick softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to leave and I squeezed to hold up it but it slipped out. Then there were other cocks and more cuddling and licking…I had turned on all the guys with my passion ... I was imperfect and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my pussy ached for more…more and Sir Thomas More shtup on the beach, on the mantle, in the shadow, I wanted more cock-milking of my physical structure and somebody. My vow had been canceled on the beach that Nox and my puss was a willing sinner…I was fucked there on the mantle until I was drained. Brett held my hand and stroked my thigh and then covered me as we lay together, breathing deeply. He was kissing me down now, down from the top. It was quietly, dark-skinned, the tide was receding, the waves more aloof. I put my head on his shoulder and reached to his waist to experience if it was him who was first to hold me. It had been so gloomy and my lustfulness so intense I wasn't sure. His cock stiffened with my stroking. I measured it with my mitt around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very starting time tool 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 doing this. We had a modified vow. It had been a one Nox matter. One matter was for for certain. I would need a bad dildo. My girlfriend would never say who fucked me first. She said :"You're not sure if it was Brett, are you ? Neither am I…it was so dark. Besides, I was off to the face also being fucked."

"By Brett ?"I asked. She just smiled. Brett was such a by-blow but I loved him. Someday I would observe out if it was his…the Brobdingnagian first of all pecker I mean. I couldn't wait to line up out .