A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

By Phyllisroger

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

It wouldn't happen these days but when my boyfriend and I started dating there were different rules : condoms were unvoiced to find, virginity was important, nonchalant sex was for ‘ other'masses, etc., etc. So it is no surprise that when Brett and I started getting serious we made sacred promise to each other including :"no sex before matrimony"though we loved each other. And, you know, being good nipper we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our third engagement ( another old prescript ) and then we graduated to early ting, like tits…fifth date…and I had to be persuaded at that…the residue 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 short immunity act at foremost, to taunt him…it felt so unspoilt to let his deal on me there, his finger slippery…and then I was unzipping him…heavy petting during and after a show at the drive-in…It was the first rear tool I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about cocks and how to contract, buss, caress, make him wet…then he got me to work out him. He showed me all about my torso 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 heroic for what the really thing would be like but we had agreed to wait.

One night we were at a party at a booster's home and we girls got to talking…the boy on another English 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 penetration. Of course, his fingerbreadth had penetrated my wet puss and his stiff rooster 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 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 continue with our vows…meaning : no penetration…most but not all of our emotions were satisfied without that role. I confess I had urge beyond what we did…I didn't 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 weeks after the political party, Bret and I went on a repeat date and drove to the beach. We had a duad six packs…we weren't complete prudes…and sat on the backbone on mantle my lady friend brought and we were soon drinking, kissing, touch sensation and all…Brett was under my apparel, inside my scanty as common, his fingers setting me on flame 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 with child ? With all the external respiration and fingering I didn't observation when my girlfriend and her day of the month got up and stood over us…just shadows… My lady friend said :"We're going to birth an intercession for you two lovebird,"and then her beau announced :"right wing here…right now !"I didn't know what to think or say…

My legs shot together ; I pushed my frock down, Brett stopped what he was doing. I felt threatened."No…"I said,"We're not having an intervention."Her fellow responded :"Oh yes we are…Enough of this silly 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 shite !"

It was two other guys who were at the party a few calendar week ago…I was shocked and a picayune scared. What would befall ? They had planned all this. Did Brett lie with, too ? My judgment was a mess…my body hot…but my mind a mess.

"We're taking charge here, you two changeling. Brett's girl is one hot chick and I've wanted to bang her myself,"the interpreter in the iniquity said. I tried to see his face but everything was shadows. And the waves were pounding…the George Sand in my toes. There was moonshine and clouds and the throbbing of the waves and my headspring 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 clip 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 supporter but Brett was silent. What an bastard ! I think he liked the whole scene…I thought he might even have planned it…"This wasn't my approximation, honorable,"he said. He was still a suspect ! And now there were hands, lots of hands, holding my wrists above my head teacher and grabbing my legs at the ankle joint, holding them apart, my wearing apparel at my shank, 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 strait of my interpreter."You can't do this ! occlusive !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this point. I didn't know what to do…screaming was a waste on that set-apart beach. The undulation were cheap in my ears…the sky overcast…I couldn't see any stars. 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 manus were on me ; she pulled up my dress…took down my panties. 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 prosperous and tried to writhe away."God ! What a body,"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 minute before was wet, hot and excited. Now, I confess, the scene and the hands holding…it was all exciting and my chief pounded.

I was in the firm grip of bozo who were filled with lust…lust for my body…I was pulsing and frightened at it all but, yes, I was also full of lecherousness on the cover, at the beach, with the phone of nature…my physical structure naked…legs spread…I felt the air cooling and also exciting me…I squirmed again…then :"I want to get down and clobber that matter,"said yet another and I felt a mouth on my lilliputian virgin cunt…I flexed…a hot tongue licking up one side of meat and then up the other…a cold poke moving on my clit…it stiffened and I squirmed again but this meter, spontaneously, it felt so good…I fought the feeling…didn't want to respond but I did. I dug my bottom into the mantle but two men lifted my fundament cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to hold back. The air was cool down, waves were licking the shoreline…the lacing of my twat was continuing. I tried to move to one side, then the other, my legs being held, and squeezed my snatch but the licking…Oh God…that knife ! Hands lifting me up…the licking continued. I couldn't help it and then another biff. I had to let myself go now. My body had taken charge.

"She's a hard one, but wet and tasty,"the voice said, between licks…and oh that damned nose lifting my clit…I couldn't help it. I just couldn't. It was feeling unspoiled and I didn't want anyone to acknowledge. I was thrashing my fountainhead from side to side…"No…don't"I mumbled. His script was on my belly, pulling my hide back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too unspoilt. I couldn't assistant myself and lifted for Thomas More of his wonderful tongue.

His knife was slipping in me and along my cunt rampart as I twisted from position to side…I opened my eyes and saw Brett in the shadows…he just stood there, watching me…the cocksucker ! 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 trunk said to me and I tried not to learn it. It came again, with the waves,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was loud and alive with water supply rushing in, rushing out ; my feelings were rushing the same…my cheek 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 twat sassing but only briefly as he encircled my legs with his weapon, lifting me for serious tonguing…I was captured…no way out…"UH, OH !"but I was not getting away fro him this time. I was in lust…wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching open for his spit and my other captor sensing my lust, released my wrists.

My hands went to the head of this licking SOB at my waistline and I rode that face…writhing on his mouth as Wave were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's gear up guys !"he said…"My glossa's tired ! the Nazarene !"I started to relax a lilliputian, my wet purulent open to the Nox 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 benighted darkness of these guy cable and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt sound but my body needed finishing…my body was thirsting for the finale but was cooling down rapidly. I said nothing but I was silently begging for more….my cunt was aching…the sang-froid air was on my cunt lips..inside I was bursting and hot.

"Come on Brett. We've got her ready…now stop her !"Oh no, I thought : OUR VOWS. I looked up. Brett just stood there…looking at me, the scene, the guy rope 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 learn a bit at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my eyes, I looked back…my leg being held and pass around opne…my twat hot and dripping, my genial body politic confused and hot…and I do mean HOT ! We loved each other ; we were going to conjoin some day…why were we putting it off ? I was confused, doubting, questioning my future husband and his resolve…I laid my head back, closed my eyes…It was true : I was hot, and set and aching…

"Make up your mind, guy,"it was the representative 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 head :"No !"I said. I could see he was weakening. He was so handsome, a tent in his short pants, 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 motion. We had promised each former, several clock time and here we were…them ofrhim…I just closed my heart again."I don't want to,"Brett said from the phantasm."I don't want you to do anything. Just leave us alone."

instant passed…I heard a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt someone getting between my legs…I stared up at the dark sky…my hands over my crotch, hands taking my wrists exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I felt cause between my peg and a stiff peter poking at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then someone held my wrist joint, firmly, I was open and ready…more poking at my bitch then spreading my pussy lips…the shadowy trope knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One last chance…make your choice…him or me…you're set up and so am I."

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

The waves were loud. I hoped he heard the despair in my vocalisation. I waited. I was blunt and closed my eyes again. I didn't have to wait long as I felt a tool begin teasing my pussy sassing then moved away..my hands still held away from my privates…I felt dizzy, confused. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, willing, vulnerable…there was more movement on the blanket and then

A shaft was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my puffed 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 feel what a real SOB 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 hand then I wanted hot flesh, without my script guiding it…a cock fucking me, taking control. It was what I had dreamed of on so many nights after heavy snuggling with Brett. I couldn't state him about it…now it had all come to me there in the night on the blanket at the beach. I wanted the real affair fucking me. I listened to the throbbing waves and wanting my own pounding…that pecker was entering me now and I lifted to meet it.

I was a captive to my body, idea and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my associate ‘ 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 guy released my wrists, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my hands were at my waist, 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 turn to tease…fingers on each position of the monster…wetting our genital organ with our fluids…I stroked the position of his tool…balls hitting me. I was churning from position 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 rise for more.

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't tell. I didn't attention about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in luxuria and was humping on this great tool 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 ankles were released, and I was holding this body, this peachy cock, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the world went quiet…slowly the wonderful cock softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to leave and I squeezed to make it but it slipped out. Then there were other stopcock and to a greater extent kissing and licking…I had turned on all the guys with my passions ... I was fallible and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my pussy ached for more…more and more fucking on the beach, on the blanket, in the darkness, I wanted more cock-milking of my body and soulfulness. My vow had been canceled on the beach that Night and my slit was a willing sinner…I was fucked there on the mantle until I was drained. Brett held my hired man 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, non-white, the tide was receding, the waves more distant. I put my nous on his shoulder and reached to his waist to experience if it was him who was first to have me. It had been so dark and my lust so acute I wasn't sure. His cock stiffened with my stroking. I measured it with my hired man around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very low 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 shag but I couldn't keep doing this. We had a modified vow. It had been a one nighttime thing. One thing was for sure. I would need a prominent 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 sour. Besides, I was off to the face 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 starting time cock I mean. I couldn't time lag to find out .