A Vow Broken…or Was it ?

By Phyllisroger

Code : M/F, adolescent, non-consensual, public sex…exhibitionism

It wouldn't bump these days but when my boyfriend and I started dating there were different rules : safe were punishing to get, virginity was authoritative, passing sex was for ‘ other'people, etc., etc. So it is no surprise that when Brett and I started getting grave we made hallowed hope to each other including :"no sex before marriage"though we loved each former. And, you know, being in force fry we stuck to it. I mean, after we began dating he kissed me on our third escort ( another old rule ) 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 first, to rally him…it felt so good to consume his hand on me there, his finger slippery…and then I was unzipping him…heavy snuggling during and after a display at the drive-in…It was the foremost put up cock I had seen, or stroked or kissed…I learned all about hammer and how to squeeze, snog, caress, make him wet…then he got me to thrash 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 reciprocal vow…barely. I was do-or-die for what the really thing would be like but we had agreed to wait.

One night we were at a party at a friend's family and we girls got to talking…the son on another position 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 fingers 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 penetration word…we were abstaining from that one, penult, thing…indulging in the relaxation. 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 share. I confess I had urges beyond what we did…I didn't Tell Brett of my foiling 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 weeks after the party, Bret and I went on a twice date and force to the beach. We had a duad six packs…we weren't accomplished prudes…and sat on the George Sand on mantle my lady friend brought and we were soon drinking, kissing, feeling and all…Brett was under my dress, inside my panties as usual, his fingers setting me on flaming and my girlfriend getting played with by her swain near me and she was also breathing hard. I looked over at her and she at me…we smiled. Isn't the beach swell ? With all the ventilation and fingering I didn't observance when my lady friend and her date got up and stood over us…just shadows… My girlfriend said :"We're going to receive an interposition for you two budgerygah,"and then her boyfriend announced :"Right here…right now !"I didn't know what to conceive or say…

My pegleg 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 swain 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 phonation :"Yeh…you guys…this vow stuff is defecate !"

It was two former guys who were at the party a few calendar week ago…I was shocked and a little mark. What would chance ? They had planned all this. Did Brett recognise, too ? My intellect was a mess…my body hot…but my mind a mess.

"We're taking direction here, you two moron. Brett's female child is one hot chick 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 moving ridge were pounding…the sand in my toes. There was moonlight and cloud and the pounding of the waves and my head was throbbing."There's a meter for nookie,"he said…"that metre is now !"

I started to stand but workforce 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 polish off 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 asshole ! I think he liked the whole scene…I thought he might even cause planned it…"This wasn't my idea, honest,"he said. He was still a suspect ! And now there were handwriting, lots of hands, holding my carpus above my head and grabbing my legs at the ankles, holding them apart, my dress at my shank, my privates only protected by my wet panties…I was prone and twisted away…they pulled me back."helper !"I said. The waves pounded against the phone of my vocalism."You can't do this ! stopover !"

Brett was outnumbered and helpless at this point. I didn't know what to do…screaming was a waste product 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 inviolable guys…my lady friend was no help…she whispered to me :"No one's going to anguish you."Her hired man were on me ; she pulled up my dress…took down my panty. I was now heart-to-heart to the world. I was scared…but I knew I wouldn't be hurt…at the sorry I would get fucked…how bad could it be ? But I wasn't going to be sluttish and tried to squirm 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 moments before was wet, hot and excited. Now, I confess, the scene and the hands holding…it was all exciting and my read/write head 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 wide-cut of lecherousness 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 figure out that matter,"said yet another and I felt a mouth on my niggling virginal cunt…I flexed…a hot tongue licking up one face 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 respond but I did. I dug my bottom into the blanket but two hands lifted my butt cheeks…thumbs spreading me. This had to stop. The air was assuredness, waves were licking the shoreline…the licking of my slit was continuing. I tried to proceed to one side, then the other, my stage being held, and squeezed my pussy but the licking…Oh God…that tongue ! Hands lifting me up…the licking stay. I couldn't help it and then another lick. I had to let myself go now. My soundbox had taken charge.

"She's a unvoiced 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 know. I was thrashing my head from side to side…"No…don't"I mumbled. His manus was on my stomach, pulling my pelt back…lifting my clit…a nose, a thumb…it was too, too good. I couldn't help myself and lifted for more of his wonderful tongue.

His knife was slipping in me and along my pussy bulwark as I twisted from side of meat 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 to the lowest degree ‘ TRY'to do something…we could run to the…"uh, unh, uh"my dead body said to me and I tried not to see it. It came again, with the waves,"Uh, UH, UH, OH"I spasmed. The beach was loud and active with urine rushing in, rushing out ; my feel were rushing the same…my buttock 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 gripe,"the licker said…looking up…"You are so hump wet !"It was true…I was.

I tried once more to squirm away and I slipped from his grasp on my pussy back talk but only briefly as he encircled my legs with his arms, lifting me for life-threatening tonguing…I was captured…no way out…"UH, OH !"but I was not getting away fro him this clip. I was in lust…wanting this violation…and lifted now, arching opened for his clapper and my other captor sensing my lust, released my wrists.

My hands went to the psyche of this licking bastard at my waistline 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 lilliputian, my wet kitty open up to the night but my ankles were still held…my script 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 gloomy shadow of these guy rope and my girlfriend…but I hadn't cum yet…it had felt practiced but my torso 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 cool air was on my cunt lips..inside I was bursting and hot.

"seminal fluid on Brett. We've got her ready…now cultivation 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 dark. 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 turn 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 kitty-cat hot and dripping, my mental nation confused and hot…and I do intend 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 husband and his resolve…I laid my headway back, closed my eyes…It was reliable : I was hot, and gear up and aching…

"make up your mind, guy,"it was the vocalisation 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 giving, 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 motility. We had promised each other, several times and here we were…them ofrhim…I just closed my middle again."I don't want to,"Brett said from the dark."I don't want you to do anything. Just leave us alone."

Moments passed…I try a zipper…zippers ? …and then felt someone getting between my legs…I stared up at the wickedness sky…my hands over my privates, hired man taking my wrists exposing me again, pushing them back over my head. I felt movement between my legs and a stiff cock thrusting 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 pussy lips…the dim flesh knelt close…"It's him or me,"said the guy between my legs…"One cobbler's 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 loud. I hoped he heard the desperation in my articulation. I waited. I was numb and closed my eyes again. I didn't have to wait long as I felt a peter begin teasing my pussy backtalk then moved away..my hands still held away from my privates…I felt dizzy, bedevil. I wanted pricking. I waited. I was so incredibly hot, volition, vulnerable…there was more motility on the cover and then

A prick was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my puffed sassing. I kept my eyes shut, listening to the waves, the motherfucker was playing at me, over and over, and I was athirst for it…I wanted to feel what a genuine 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 ? rightfield then I wanted hot physique, without my handwriting guiding it…a tool fucking me, taking control. It was what I had dreamed of on so many night after with child necking 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 very affair fucking me. I listened to the pounding waves and wanting my own pounding…that prick was entering me now and I lifted to receive it.

I was a imprisoned to my body, intellect 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 guy released my radiocarpal joint, sensing now my willingness…it was hurting me and I reached for it…my hands were at my waist, smoothing my legs…feeling my fuzz, 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 atrocious, fantastic 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 move 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 face 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 mutter and lift for more.

Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me ? I wasn't sure. I couldn't tell. I didn't concern about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lust and was humping on this swell instrument which searched to my mouth, chewing on it as it was in my throat and I went numb. I couldn't breathe, the moving ridge were swirling on the beach, in my brain, washing through my cunt to all of me. My articulatio talocruralis were released, and I was holding this body, this great peter, bucking with it."OH ! OH !"Then the world went quiet…slowly the wondrous turncock softened and withdrew.

I didn't want it to leave and I squeezed to agree it but it slipped out. Then there were other cocks and more kissing and licking…I had turned on all the guys with my passions ... I was debile and couldn't resist…I wanted more, I did…my puss ached for more…more and more nookie on the beach, on the blanket, in the dark, I wanted more cock-milking of my consistency and soul. 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 paw 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 quiet, shadow, the tide was receding, the waves more removed. I put my head on his shoulder and reached to his waist to feel if it was him who was first to have me. It had been so dark and my lecherousness so intense I wasn't sure. His rooster stiffened with my stroke. I measured it with my hired hand around it, wondering, but not saying. It felt like that very beginning turncock but I wasn't an expert.

I just couldn't be sure and almost didn't concern. 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 night thing. One thing was for sure. I would need a bigger dildo. My girl would never say who fucked me first. She said :"You're not sure as shooting 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 illegitimate child but I loved him. Someday I would find out if it was his…the vast initiative pecker I mean. I couldn't wait to get out .