A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

By Phyllisroger

Code : M/F, teen, non-consensual, populace sex…exhibitionism

It wouldn't happen these days but when my boyfriend and I started dating there were different rules : condom were hard to obtain, virginity was significant, cursory sex was for ‘ former'people, etc., etc. So it is no surprise that when Brett and I started getting sober we made sacred promises to each other including :"no sex before marriage"though we loved each early. And, you know, being good child we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our third gear date ( another old rule ) and then we graduated to other ting, 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 ohmic resistance act at first, to rally him…it felt so good to take in his hand on me there, his fingerbreadth slippery…and then I was unzipping him…heavy snuggling during and after a display at the drive-in…It was the commencement raise cock I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about cocks and how to thrust, buss, caress, make him wet…then he got me to lick him. He showed me all about my consistency 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 tangible thing would be like but we had agreed to wait.

One night we were at a political party at a friend's house and we girls got to talking…the male child on another English of the room…I told them about my vow with Brett and it got discussed and some of the girl tittered at that and said we'd really already had sex…just not incursion. Of course, his digit had penetrated my wet cunt and his steadfast shaft had penetrated my mouth…I loved it when we did that…but no putz 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 residual. Later I told Brett about our conversation and we both agreed to extend 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 frustration but I took precaution 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 doubled escort and drove to the beach. We had a couple six packs…we weren't make out prudes…and sat on the sand on blankets my girlfriend brought and we were soon drinking, kissing, belief and all…Brett was under my dress, inside my panties as usual, his fingers setting me on fire 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 corking ? With all the ventilation and fingering I didn't notification when my girlfriend 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 think or say…

My branch shot together ; I pushed my dress 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 vocalism :"Yeh…you guys…this vow stuff is diddlysquat !"

It was two former Guy who were at the political party a few weeks ago…I was shocked and a little scare. What would pass ? They had planned all this. Did Brett have a go at it, too ? My judgment was a mess…my body hot…but my mind a mess.

"We're taking armorial bearing here, you two idiot. Brett's girl is one hot wench and I've wanted to fuck her myself,"the spokesperson in the dark said. I tried to see his brass but everything was phantasma. And the waves were pounding…the George Sand in my toes. There was moonlight and clouds and the hammering of the waves and my head was throbbing."There's a time for screw,"he said…"that time is now !"

I started to remain firm 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 assistant but Brett was silent. What an asshole ! I think he liked the wholly scene…I thought he might even have planned it…"This wasn't my idea, honest,"he said. He was still a suspect ! And now there were hands, quite a little of deal, holding my wrists above my point and grabbing my stage at the ankles, holding them apart, my clothes at my waist, my privates only protected by my wet panties…I was prone and twisted away…they pulled me back."supporter !"I said. The waving pounded against the sound of my voice."You can't do this ! Stop !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this stop. I didn't know what to do…screaming was a waste on that stranded beach. The wafture were trashy in my ears…the sky overcast…I couldn't see any stars. No moon and I was being held by unattackable guys…my girlfriend was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to hurt you."Her mitt were on me ; she pulled up my dress…took down my panty. I was now unfold 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 loose and tried to squirm away."God ! What a consistence,"one guy said.

"Can't let that reasonably cunt go to waste product,"said another. There was that exciting word…cunt…and it was my cunt…which until a few here and now before was wet, hot and excited. Now, I confess, the conniption and the work force holding…it was all exciting and my head pounded.

I was in the solid 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 phase of the moon of lustfulness 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 thrash that thing,"said yet another and I felt a mouth on my little virgin cunt…I flexed…a hot tongue licking up one side and then up the other…a cold wind 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 bottom into the cover but two hands lifted my butt cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to stop. The air was cool, waves were licking the shoreline…the licking of my cunt was continuing. I tried to move to one slope, then the other, my legs being held, and squeezed my pussy 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 trunk had taken charge.

"She's a severe one, but wet and tasty,"the voice said, between licks…and oh that damned nose lifting my clit…I couldn't service it. I just couldn't. It was feeling good and I didn't want anyone to lie with. I was thrashing my capitulum from side to side…"No…don't"I mumbled. His hired man was on my stomach, pulling my pelt back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too salutary. I couldn't supporter myself and lifted for Thomas More of his wonderful tongue.

His tongue was slipping in me and along my pussy walls as I twisted from side to side…I opened my eye and saw Brett in the shadows…he just stood there, watching me…the illegitimate ! 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 hear it. It came again, with the moving ridge,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was flash and alive with water rushing in, rushing out ; my belief were rushing the same…my cheeks hot, blushing. I hoped they couldn't see me. He pushed on my venter, licking harder…in an frightful, 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 bed wet !"It was true…I was.

I tried once More to wriggle away and I slipped from his grasp on my snatch sass but only briefly as he encircled my leg with his arms, lifting me for serious tonguing…I was captured…no way out…"UH, OH !"but I was not getting away fro him this prison term. I was in lust…wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching open for his tongue and my other captor sensing my lust, released my wrists.

My hands went to the head of this licking by-blow at my waist and I rode that face…writhing on his mouth as wafture were pulsing inside me now. Suddenly he stopped."She's ready guys !"he said…"My knife's tired ! Good Shepherd !"I started to relax a little, my wet purulent open to the night but my ankle joint were still held…my hands covered myself and for the first clock time I realized how wet I was…I had never been that wet…I was embarrassed and looked into the blue shadows of these guy cable and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt adept but my body needed finishing…my eubstance was thirsting for the finale but was cooling down rapidly. I said null 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 scene, the guy cable 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 number at her…she's ready…so let's go."Brett looked at me, at my eyes, I looked back…my legs being held and circularize opne…my pussy hot and dripping, my mental commonwealth confused and hot…and I do signify HOT ! We loved each former ; we were going to marry some day…why were we putting it off ? I was confused, doubting, questioning my future married man and his resolve…I laid my head back, closed my eyes…It was true : I was hot, and set and aching…

"shuffling up your mind, guy,"it was the vocalization holding one of my ramification. 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 bountiful, 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 move. We had promised each other, respective times and here we were…them ofrhim…I just closed my eyes again."I don't want to,"Brett said from the apparition."I don't want you to do anything. Just leave us alone."

Moments passed…I heard a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt someone getting between my legs…I stared up at the wickedness sky…my hands over my privates, men taking my carpus exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I felt movement between my legs and a stiff cock jab at me, I looked up at Brett, standing there, looking down….then someone held my radiocarpal joint, firmly, I was open and ready…more poke at my pussy then spreading my twat 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 help me."

The waves were garish. I hoped he heard the desperation in my vox. I waited. I was asleep and closed my eyes again. I didn't have to expect long as I felt a cock begin teasing my pussy lips 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 crusade on the blanket and then

A prick was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my gasp lips. I kept my eyes shut, listening to the waves, the dent was playing at me, over and over, and I was athirst for it…I wanted to finger what a genuine peter 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 flesh, without my hands guiding it…a cock fucking me, taking control. It was what I had dreamed of on so many nights after weighty cuddling with Brett. I couldn't severalise him about it…now it had all come to me there in the night on the blanket at the beach. I wanted the very thing fucking me. I listened to the pounding moving ridge and wanting my own pounding…that incision was entering me now and I lifted to come across it.

I was a captive to my body, thinker and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait ! This wasn't my familiar ‘ ladies'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 guys released my wrists, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my hired man 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 finger's breadth touching on this awful, howling 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 proceed in and out of me…"OH !"I exclaimed as he hit into me.

It was my turn to tease…fingers on each side of the monster…wetting our privates with our fluids…I stroked the sides 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 maunder and aerodynamic lift for more.

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't tell. I didn't charge about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lust and was humping on this great pecker which searched to my lip, 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 brain, washing through my pussy to all of me. My mortise joint were released, and I was holding this body, this nifty turncock, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the world went quiet…slowly the wonderful putz softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to go out and I squeezed to hold it but it slipped out. Then there were early cocks and to a greater extent smooching and licking…I had turned on all the guys with my love ... I was infirm and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my cunt ached for more…more and more piece of ass on the beach, on the blanket, in the iniquity, I wanted more cock-milking of my physical structure and soulfulness. My vow had been canceled on the beach that night and my cunt was a willing sinner…I was fucked there on the blanket until I was drained. Brett held my 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 pipe down, obscure, the tide was receding, the waves more distant. I put my head on his shoulder and reached to his waist to experience if it was him who was first to consume me. It had been so dark and my lust so intense I wasn't sure. His putz stiffened with my stroke. I measured it with my hired man around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very first cock but I wasn't an expert.

I just couldn't be sure enough and almost didn't concern. I loved Brett and loved all the fucking but I couldn't keep on doing this. We had a modified vow. It had been a one night thing. One thing was for surely. I would postulate a handsome 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 dour. Besides, I was off to the side also being fucked."

"By Brett ?"I asked. She just smiled. Brett was such a son of a bitch but I loved him. Someday I would find out if it was his…the Brobdingnagian first turncock I mean. I couldn't postponement to find out .