A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

By Phyllisroger

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

It wouldn't happen these solar day but when my boyfriend and I started dating there were different principle : condoms were hard to find, virginity was crucial, casual sex was for ‘ other'people, etc., etc. So it is no surprise that when Brett and I started getting serious we made sacred hope to each former including :"no sex before marriage"though we loved each former. And, you know, being honorable tike we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our third appointment ( another old dominion ) and then we graduated to other tings, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the eternal sleep 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 resistance act at maiden, to twit him…it felt so skilful to have his hand on me there, his finger slippery…and then I was unzipping him…heavy caressing during and after a show at the drive-in…It was the first erect pecker I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about dick and how to squeeze, osculate, caress, make him wet…then he got me to lick him. He showed me all about my dead body but we still kept our promised to wait until"later'to go ‘ all the way.'Brett ad I were sticking to our reciprocal vow…barely. I was desperate for what the rattling affair would be like but we had agreed to wait.

One night we were at a political party at a friend's menage 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 female child tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not penetration. Of path, his fingerbreadth had penetrated my wet cunt and his stiff cock had penetrated my mouth…I loved it when we did that…but no cock penetrating cunt…and we were proud of that but there it was…the insight word…we were abstaining from that one, penultima, thing…indulging in the residual. 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 part. I confess I had urges beyond what we did…I didn't tell Brett of my frustrations 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 calendar week after the party, Bret and I went on a double date and drove to the beach. We had a couple six packs…we weren't ended prudes…and sat on the sand on blankets my lady friend brought and we were soon drinking, kissing, flavour and all…Brett was under my dress, inside my panties as common, his fingers setting me on flaming and my girlfriend 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 heavy ? With all the breathing and fingering I didn't notice when my girlfriend and her date got up and stood over us…just shadows… My girl said :"We're going to own an interposition for you two budgereegah,"and then her fellow announced :"Right here…right now !"I didn't know what to reckon 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 giddy 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 interpreter :"Yeh…you guys…this vow poppycock is shit !"

It was two other guys who were at the party a few weeks ago…I was shocked and a little scared. What would happen ? They had planned all this. Did Brett make love, too ? My thinker was a mess…my dead body hot…but my creative thinker a mess.

"We're taking bursting charge here, you two changeling. Brett's girlfriend is one hot wench and I've wanted to fuck her myself,"the voice in the shadow said. I tried to see his facial expression but everything was phantasma. And the moving ridge were pounding…the guts in my toes. There was moonlight and clouds and the pounding of the waves and my school principal was throbbing."There's a time for screw,"he said…"that time is now !"

I started to stand but handwriting 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 metre 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 silent. What an arse ! I think he liked the whole scene…I thought he might even have planned it…"This wasn't my idea, good,"he said. He was still a suspect ! And now there were custody, lots of bridge player, holding my wrists above my head and grabbing my legs at the ankle joint, holding them apart, my wearing apparel at my waist, my genitalia only protected by my wet panties…I was prone and twisted away…they pulled me back."Help !"I said. The moving ridge pounded against the phone of my voice."You can't do this ! Stop !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this point. 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 lead. No moonshine and I was being held by strong guys…my girlfriend was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to suffer you."Her hands were on me ; she pulled up my dress…took down my scanty. I was now open to the cosmos. 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 wrestle away."God ! What a physical structure,"one guy said.

"Can't let that pretty snatch go to wastefulness,"said another. There was that exciting word…cunt…and it was my cunt…which until a few moment before was wet, hot and delirious. Now, I confess, the conniption and the hands holding…it was all exciting and my point pounded.

I was in the firm 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 of lust on the blanket, at the beach, with the auditory sensation 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 lick that matter,"said yet another and I felt a mouth on my small virgin cunt…I flexed…a hot tongue licking up one side and then up the other…a cold nose moving on my clit…it stiffened and I squirmed again but this fourth dimension, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want to respond but I did. I dug my tush into the blanket but two hands lifted my prat cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to stop. The air was cool, waves were licking the shoreline…the beating of my cunt was continuing. I tried to move to one face, then the former, my legs being held, and squeezed my puss but the licking…Oh God…that tongue ! Hands lifting me up…the licking continued. I couldn't help it and then another lick. I had to let myself go now. My torso had taken charge.

"She's a hard one, but wet and tasty,"the representative said, between licks…and oh that damned nose lifting my clit…I couldn't assist it. I just couldn't. It was feeling good and I didn't want anyone to eff. I was thrashing my foreland from side to side…"No…don't"I mumbled. His hired hand was on my stomach, pulling my skin back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too right. I couldn't supporter myself and lifted for more of his rattling tongue.

His tongue was slipping in me and along my cunt walls as I twisted from side 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 consistence 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 trashy and alert with piddle rushing in, rushing out ; my feelings were rushing the same…my impertinence hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn't see me. He pushed on my stomach, licking harder…in an fearful, 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 fucking wet !"It was true…I was.

I tried once more to squirm away and I slipped from his clutches on my cunt lips but only briefly as he encircled my legs with his implements of war, 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 afford for his tongue and my former capturer sensing my lust, released my wrists.

My hands went to the mind of this licking bastard at my waist and I rode that face…writhing on his mouth as waves were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's ready guys !"he said…"My tongue's tired ! Jesus !"I started to relax a little, my wet pussy undecided to the night but my ankles were still held…my hands covered myself and for the first time I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the glowering phantasm 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 conclusion but was cooling down rapidly. I said nothing but I was silently begging for more….my cunt was aching…the assuredness 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 guys and my girlfriend…I could see her smiling in the shadows. 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 take a turning at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my heart, I looked back…my pegleg being held and feast opne…my puss hot and drippage, my mental res publica confused and hot…and I do have in mind HOT ! We loved each other ; we were going to wed some day…why were we putting it off ? I was confused, doubting, questioning my futurity hubby and his resolve…I laid my heading back, closed my eyes…It was true : I was hot, and ready and aching…

"shuffling up your creative thinker, guy,"it was the voice holding one of my branch. I looked up, Brett looked at me, lying there, about to be ravished by others…or Him…what to do. I shook my caput :"No !"I said. I could see he was weakening. He was so better-looking, a tent in his underdrawers, 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 gesture. We had promised each other, several fourth dimension and here we were…them ofrhim…I just closed my eyes again."I don't want to,"Brett said from the dark."I don't want you to do anything. Just leave us alone."

bit passed…I get wind a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt person getting between my legs…I stared up at the nighttime sky…my hands over my genitals, script taking my wrist joint exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I felt trend between my legs and a stiff rooster thrust at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then soul held my wrist joint, firmly, I was unfold and ready…more poke at my puss then spreading my pussy lips…the shadowy figure knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One death 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 waves were trashy. I hoped he heard the desperation in my voice. I waited. I was blunt and closed my center again. I didn't have to wait long as I felt a cock Begin teasing my pussy brim 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, uncoerced, vulnerable…there was more effort on the blanket and then

A prick was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my puffed lips. I kept my middle shut, listening to the waves, the prick was playing at me, over and over, and I was hungry 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 hands guiding it…a peter fucking me, taking control. It was what I had dreamed of on so many Night after heavy kissing with Brett. I couldn't recite him about it…now it had all come to me there in the night on the cover at the beach. I wanted the genuine 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 captive to my physical structure, mind and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my familiar ‘ peeress'sizing, 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 thing inching into me was awful…I lifted as it squeezed inside…stretching me, exploring, the guy cable released my radiocarpal joint, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my hands were at my waistline, smoothing my legs…feeling my hair, 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, wonderful thing that began stroking inside…each time going deeper…hands lifting my bottom…I wanted all of the prick and stroking and fucking…feeling it move in and out of me…"OH !"I exclaimed as he hit into me.

It was my bit to tease…fingers on each slope of the monster…wetting our genitalia with our fluids…I stroked the side of his tool…balls hitting me. I was churning from side to side…his breather on me. Brett was at my ear, whispering"I don't want this. I love you darling."I could only grunt and mumble and face lifting for more.

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't William Tell. I didn't care about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lust and was humping on this outstanding instrument which searched to my mouth, chewing on it as it was in my pharynx and I went numb. I couldn't breathe, the waves were swirling on the beach, in my brain, washing through my cunt to all of me. My ankle joint were released, and I was holding this body, this capital cock, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the world went quiet…slowly the wonderful stopcock softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to leave and I squeezed to hold it but it slipped out. Then there were early cocks and to a greater extent kissing and licking…I had turned on all the guy rope with my passionateness ... I was weak and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my bitch ached for more…more and Thomas More fucking on the beach, on the mantle, in the darkness, I wanted more cock-milking of my body and person. My vow had been canceled on the beach that night and my cunt was a uncoerced sinner…I was fucked there on the blanket until I was drained. Brett held my hand and stroked my second joint and then covered me as we lay together, breathing deeply. He was kissing me down now, down from the top. It was subdued, wickedness, the lunar time period was receding, the Wave more distant. I put my promontory on his shoulder and reached to his shank to sense if it was him who was first to sustain me. It had been so dark and my lustfulness so intense I wasn't sure. His cock stiffened with my stroke. I measured it with my handwriting around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very first peter but I wasn't an expert.

I just couldn't be sure enough and almost didn't care. I loved Brett and loved all the fucking but I couldn't keep doing this. We had a modified vow. It had been a one Night thing. One thing was for indisputable. I would involve a bigger dildo. My girlfriend would never say who fucked me first. She said :"You're not indisputable 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 obtain out if it was his…the immense first rooster I mean. I couldn't wait to find out .