I hoped he heard the desperation in my voice. I waited. I was numb and closed my eyes again. I didn’t have to wait long as I felt a cock begin teasing my pussy lips but then it 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…not scared…wanting…there was more movement on the blanket and then: A prick was pressing at me, teasing again, massaging my puffed lips. I kept my eyes shut, listening to the waves, the prick was babe playing at me, over Brunette and over, and I was hungry for it and flexed…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 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 heavy petting with Brett. I couldn’t tell him about it…now it had all come to me there in the night on the blanket at the beach. I wanted the real thing fucking me. I listened to the pounding waves and wanting my own pounding…that prick was entering me now and I lifted to meet it. I was a captive to my body, mind and captors…whoever it was inside me was taking it slow…milking. But wait! This wasn’t my familiar ‘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 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 hands were at my waist, smoothing my legs…feeling my hairs, 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 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 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 didn’t want this. I love you darling.” I could only grunt and mumble and lift for more. Brett was whispering but was he also fucking me? I wasn’t sure. I couldn’t tell. I didn’t care about it…I was all senseless and I abandoned myself in lust and was humping on this great tool which searched inside and up to my throat hard fuck , chewing on it as if 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 cunt, to all of me. My ankles were released, and I was holding this body, this great 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 pov and I squeezed to hold 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 weak and couldn’t resist…I wanted more, I did…my cunt ached for more…more and more fucking on the beach, on the blanket, in the dark, I wanted more cock-milking of my body and soul. My vow had been canceled on the beach that night and my cunt blow job was a willing sinner…I was fucked there on the blanket until I was drained. I stubbed my cigarette out, finished my drink and went to rise from my chair. She gasped in delight, her hips wiggling from side to side as I sucked hard. The fourth and final burst to hit her body landed on her lower back and ass. I Brunette continued to open and close my legs, occasionally lifting my clit chain. My thoughts prickled as my powers changed my mother. “You want this, don’t you?” she demanded, sliding blow job a finger to and fro over her pov clit. Lord Eveur, his wife, and daughter had died that day, and with the uprising put down, the new lord, Cameron Eveur, was captured babe and imprisoned. I� felt� a lot of resistance in her vagina and suddenly the hard fuck feeling that something snapped. “Fuck me Mr.Mark…” “Just so sexy, Dad!” Dean didn't want too, but decided it was better not to argue with Mary. James pulled into the coffee shop parking lot just as the sun was beginning to rise.