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A Vow Broken, Or Was It?
by Rodger-the-Dodger (address withheld)
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Youngsters make a "no penetration" before marriage vow.
Their friends think it's foolish and volunteer to
straighten things out. (mf-teens, cpls, rp, voy)
***
It wouldn't happen these days but when my boyfriend and
I started dating there were different rules: condoms
were hard to find; virginity was important; casual sex
was for "other" people, etc. So, it is no surprise that
Brett and I made sacred promises including, no sex
before marriage. And, you know, 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 other
things, like tits, fifth date, and I had to be
persuaded, the rest was downhill from there and it
wasn't long before he was in my pants and I was
unzipping him, heavy petting during and after a show.
It was the first erect cock I had seen, or stroked or
kissed, I learned all about cocks and how to squeeze,
kiss, caress, make them wet, lick them. He showed me
all about my body but we still kept our promise to wait
until "later." Brett and I were sticking to our vow.
One night we were at a party of friends and we girls
got to talking, the boys on another side of the room,
our vow got discussed and some of the girls tittered at
that and said we had already had sex, just not
penetration, there it was, the penetration word, I was
abstaining from that one 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 part. I confess I had urges
beyond what we did, I took care of them in another way.
A few weeks after the party we went on a double date
and drove to the beach. We had a couple six packs--we
weren't complete prudes--and sat on the sand on
blankets my girlfriend brought and we were soon
drinking, kissing, feeling and all. My boyfriend was in
my pants and my girlfriend was near me and also
breathing hard. I looked over at her and she at me, we
smiled. Isn't the beach great? With all the breathing
and fingering I didn't notice when my girlfriend and
her date got up and stood over us. "We're going to have
an intervention!" her boyfriend announced, "right here,
right now!"
My legs shot together; I pushed my dress down, Brett
stopped what HE was doing. I felt threatened. "No,
we're having an intervention right now. Enough of this
vow stuff, it's all ridiculous." I didn't know what to
say, looked at Brett, kneeling beside me and he was
non-plussed.
There was another voice, "Yah, you guys, this vow stuff
is shit!" It was two other guys who were at that party
weeks ago. I was shocked and a little scared. What
would happen? They had planned all this!
"We're taking charge here, you two idiots. This is one
hot chick I've wanted to fuck myself," the voice in the
dark said. "There's a time for fucking, that time is
now!" said another voice.
I stood up and someone pushed me down. "We saw what you
were doing, it's time to finish up."
I looked at my boyfriend asking, "What do we do now?"
but he was silent. What an asshole! I think he liked
the whole scene, I thought he had planned it. "This
wasn't my idea, honest," he said. But there were hands
holding my wrists and grabbing my legs, I was prone and
twisted away and they pulled me back.
"Help!" I said, the waves pounded against the sound of
my voice. "You can't do this."
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 stars. No moon and I was
being held by strong guys, my girlfriend was no help,
she pulled up my dress, ripped off my panties.
I was naked, vulnerable, 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
squirm away. "God what a great body," one guy said.
"Can't let that pretty cunt go to waste," said another.
"I want to get down and lick that thing," said still
another and I felt a mouth on my little virgin cunt, a
hot tongue licking up one side and up the other, a cold
nose moving on my clit.
I tried to close my legs but hands held them apart. I
dug my butt into the blanket but two hands lifted my
butt cheeks, thumbs spreading me. This had to stop, The
air was cool, waves were licking the shoreline, and the
licking of me was continuing, I tried to move to one
side, then the other and squeezed my pussy but the
licking continued, "She's a hard one," the voice said,
between licks.
And oh, that damned nose on my clit, I couldn't help
it. I could not help it. I just couldn't. It was
feeling good and I didn't want anyone to know, my head
from side to side, his hand was on my stomach, pulling
my skin back, lifting my clit, a nose, a thumb, it was
too good.
His tongue was slipping in me and along my cunt walls
as I twisted from side to side, looking at Brett who
just stood there! Watching! 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, uh, uh" my body 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 loud and alive with water rushing in,
rushing out, feelings were rushing, my cheeks hot,
blushing. I hoped they couldn't see. He pushed on my
stomach, licking harder, in an awful, beautiful rhythm,
he was a bastard, they all were, Brett and all of them.
"You wet bitch!" my licker said, looking up, "You are
so fucking wet!" I tried once more to squirm away and I
slipped from his grasp of my cunt lips, only briefly
and he encircled my legs with his arms, lifting me for
serious tonguing, I was captured, no way out, "UH, OH!"
but I was not getting away from him this time.
I was in lust, wanting this violation, and lifted now,
arching open for his tongue and my other captor,
sensing my consent, released my wrists. My hands went
around the head of this licking bastard at my waist and
I rode that face, writhing as waves were passing inside
me now.
Suddenly he stopped. "She's ready guys!" he said, "My
tongue's tired! Jesus!"
I was getting cool, my wet pussy open to the night, but
my ankles were 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
dark shadows of these guys and my girlfriend, But I
hadn't come yet, I was thirsting for the finale but was
cooling. I said nothing but I was begging for more, my
body 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!"
Brett stood there, looking at me, the scene, the guys
and the other girl, he 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 on her, she's ready, let's go."
Brett looked into my eyes, I looked back, my legs
spread, my pussy hot and dripping, my mental state
confused and hot. HOT! I mean, we loved each other,
right? We were going to marry someday right? Why were
we putting it off?
I was confused, doubting, questioning my future husband
and his resolve, "Make up your mind, guy!" Bret looked
at me, lying there, about to be ravished by others, or
Him, what to do. I shook my head, "No." I could see he
was weakening. "What can I do honey? It's either them
or me. You love me don't you?"
I froze. No motion. We had promised each other, several
times, and here we were, them or him, I closed my eyes,
"I don't want to, but..." Brett said from the shadows.
"I don't want you to do anything to her, just leave us
alone."
Moments passed and someone got between my legs and
unzipped, I stared at the dark sky, my hands over my
privates, whoever he was had a big stiff prick at me
now, he was over me and his prick at my hands. I held
my hands, covering my privates. Then someone grabbed my
wrists away, opening me, the shadow figure kneeled
closer and I felt his cock at my lips. I looked up at
Bret, standing there.
"It's him or me," said the guy, "One last chance. Make
your choice. You're ready and I am, too." I looked at
him and back at Bret. "Bret!" I cried, "Please help
me."
The waves were loud. I hoped he heard my desperation, I
waited and was numb and closed my eyes again. A cock
began teasing my lips then moved away, my hands held
back, I was still hot and open and spread. I felt
dizzy. Confused. I wanted pricking. I waited. And
waited. Hot, willing, vulnerable, there was movement on
the blanket and then...
A prick was at me, teasing again, massaging my puffed
lips, 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 prick
was like, 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? And right then I wanted hot flesh, without my
hands guiding it, a cock fucking me, taking control, it
was what I had dreamed on many nights after heavy
petting with Brett.
I couldn't tell him about it, now it was all coming to
me there in the night on the blanket on the beach, I
wanted the real thing fucking me, I listened to the
pounding waves, wanting my own pounding, that prick was
at me now and I lifted to it. I was a captive to my
body, mind and captors, whoever it was inside was going
slow. But wait! This wasn't my familiar "ladies" size,
for personal use, dildo toy, This was hot, and big,
BIG, it was stretching me like not before, It wouldn't
fit, would 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 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, a hot cock, opening myself more, my
fingers touching on this awful, wonderful thing that
began stroking, each time more deep, hands lifting my
butt, I wanted all of this pricking and stroking and
fucking, feeling it with my hands as it moved into me.
It was my turn to tease, fingers on each side of the
monster, wet with me, my fingers stroked the sides of
this tool, balls hitting me.
I was churning from side to side, his breath on me,
Brett was at my ear, whispering "I didn't want this, I
love you darling." He was whispering but was he also
fucking? I couldn't tell. I didn't care about it, I was
all senseless and abandoned myself I was humping on
this cock searching for his mouth, chewing on it as he
was in my mouth and I went numb, I couldn't breath, 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 cock, bucking with it, "OH, OH." Then the world
went quiet, slowly the big cock moved out.
I didn't want that and I squeezed to hold it but it
left, Then there were other cocks and more kissing and
licking, I had turned on all the guys, I was weak and
couldn't resist, I wanted more and more fucking on the
beach, on the blanket, in the dark, the cunt-milking of
my body and soul.
My vow had been canceled on the beach at night and my
cunt was a willing sinner, I was fucked 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
quiet, dark, the tide was receding, the waves more
distant, I put my head on his shoulder and reached to
his waist to feel if it was him who was the first to
have me.
It had been so dark I wasn't sure.
His cock stiffened with my stroking, I measured it with
my hand around it, wondering but not saying, It felt
like that very first cock but I wasn't an expert... I
wasn't sure. I loved Brett and 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 sure. I would need a bigger dildo. My
girlfriend would never say who fucked me first, she
said: "You're not sure it was Brett, are you? Either am
I. It was so dark. I was off to the side being fucked,
too."
"By Brett?" I asked.
She just smiled, that bastard!
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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