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By *ruefrost OP Man
over a year ago
Roscommon |
This is a new project I've been working on, it's almost entirely fictional, with little autobiographical hints, but pretty much all fiction.
Breaking Beth
Chapter 1. Young Love,
Do you remember your first love?
The first real one, where you finally knew exactly what it truly meant to be 'in love' with someone.
That one you put above all others. The first one is always a little weird I'm told, as you're still trying to figure out how it's all meant to play out.
Like with most things you try for the first time, being in love with someone can be full of mistakes, potholes, and strange happenings followed by stranger feelings. It can be a confusing time for young love.
But not for me and Beth.
We met when we were just 10 years old. In the playground at the local school.
She was the new girl, and one of my female friends had been assigned to show her around.
We met, hung out for a short time as classroom buddies, then went into that boyfriend/girlfriend notion, but at that age- if you're even seen holding hands in the playground, you're either pelted with conkers or you're the king of the hill.
We stayed together throughout school. Doing our exams together, picking colleges together, learning to drive eventually, getting our first jobs, etc... And with all that, our feelings grew more from that sapling stage of kissing under the old oak tree behind the science lab, then eventually getting the courage to touch her boobs for the first time, to maturing into finally losing our virginity together. We were in that heady kind of romance where we would use nicknames for each other like "soul-mate and The One". We couldn't foresee any future where we were not side by side, perfectly in love. We started having sex at a fairly young age I guess. Some people in school had started a lot earlier and others still hadn't even kissed a girl yet. Nothing crazy, I was old enough to be sold condoms in the local post office, and she'd blossomed to fill a good-sized bra. She was a lovely girl too. Pale, with freckles across her nose, she grew into a really nice hourglass shape. She was only a size 8/10 but she had full, bouncy size C-cup boobs, which I was just in love with. She'd long been insecure about her body shape, as most young people are, but her confidence grew along with her bust size.
She also had super-sensitive nipples, which when softly pinched or sucked would send lightning to her clit and really drive her wild.
This was at a time before mobile phones were common, so I used to take polaroid photos of her topless in my Dad's shed, then sneak them to school and show my friends. She didn't mind, she was happy that I was proud of her, and it excited her that I liked showing her off. In fact, one of the most popular 'cool kids' Winters- used to ask to see them, and even started inviting me to hang out with them, if I bought her and along. Which I loved doing.
I got invited to parties that none of my social group were allowed to, as long as Beth came too.
She loved the fact that her looks were opening doors for her.
At that age, it felt amazing to explore an uncharted world of sex and naughtiness together, and we really did explore. None of our close group of friends had started having sex yet, so we only had one another as a guide, and we ventured far. For the first years, it was as most people's sex life is, you build up from foreplay, through to try new positions and ideas, maybe locations outside the bedroom, even getting toys involved at some stage, and for us- we liked to watch porn VHS videos together. I remember one of us used to be in charge of the remote control, rewinding it or fast-forwarding it to the sex scenes, the spare person's job would be to start oral sex on the remote holder.
It was one of our favorite pass-times, me going down on her. We could be anywhere- at home, out shopping, walking in the woods- I would squeeze her boobs discreetly and try to play with those nipples, then we would find somewhere quiet, hitch up her skirt and I'd lick that pussy we'd put out the fire her sensitive nipples had caused.
Sometimes we'd 69 for what felt like hours. I remember one time I thought I'd pulled a muscle in my tongue I'd been licking her so much!!
We were very experimental, and before she was even in her twenties, she'd amassed a surprising collection of sex toys and kinky lingerie. She loved going shopping braless or wearing crotchless knickers!
DVDs had just started to become a thing then, and soon our VHS cassettes were obsolete.
We'd got engaged- in front of all our family and friends at a very over-the-top surprise 18th birthday party that I'd planned for her in the local town hall, complete with a balloon arch, candles on all the tables, and a classic, mulleted old-school DJ banging tunes by Bryan Adams and Celine Dion. Half the town turned up, friends and family from all over the UK were there, and even Winters came to wish us well.
There were photos of us all over the hall walls, right from when we were kids together, throughout our school years, holidays we'd taken together, our families hanging out together etc etc etc.
We were young loves wet dream, with a full, wholesome future planned out for ourselves together.
But it was here, in amongst all the cheesy rose petals and shiny banners, that our relationship took it's first dark turn.
I remember sitting at a table with Beth's family and glancing across the room to see my new finacé laughing and chatting to Winters. Nothing seemed off, other than they were standing a little close to each other, but it was a party, the music was loud, and the drinks were flowing. A few minutes later, my cousin came over to congratulate me and asked where Beth was, I went to point to where her and Winters had been talking, but they were both gone, so I guessed she was around the hall, or in the bathroom.
The night went without a hitch. Beth and I were showered with cards, and gifts, from what seemed like a never-ending array of well-wishers.
However, we were out for dinner one night a few weeks later, when she started to cry.
When I pressed her about what was wrong she confessed that at the engagement party, Winters had invited her outside, where once they were in the shadows, he pushed her up against the wall and started kissing her. She was genuinely distraught, we actually had to leave the restaurant and go sit in her car.
She told me through her tears that he'd kissed her, and she didn't stop him.
Beth said she kissed him back for quite a few minutes, and before she realized what was happening- he'd pulled the front of her dress down and was grabbing at her tits, tweaking those nipples that I must have bragged about at some point. Again, she didn't stop him.
A few more minutes went past as they continued to kiss with her boobs out. Then he lifted the front of her dress up and rubbed at her pussy over the top of her thong, before moving it to one side and started to finger her. Beth told me that she knew what she was doing was wrong but couldn't stop him and she feels terrible that he let him do that to her, but Winters then undid his trousers, pulled his dick out, and put her hand onto it, making her stroke him- whilst they kissed, and he finger fucked her.
She wanked him, whilst he played with her tits and pussy in the shadows. Both her family and her finacés family just feet away!
He then told her to give him a blowjob and she went to obeyed and sunk onto her knees.
She was about to put his dick in her mouth when a car pulled into the car park and lit the place up.
They weren't seen, but it was enough to put the brakes on everything, and they both came back to the party.
She was devastated telling me. I remember my heart pounding almost through my chest- as she went into details. Beth offered me back the engagement ring and swore she would never do anything so silly again.
I wasn't angry, maybe a little upset, and there was a pang of jealousy there, but nothing major.
I do recall thinking that I should be angry with her, but I didn't for one minute consider calling everything off. I felt sorry for her, she was more messed up about it than I was.
Anyways, things returned to normal and we carried on planning our wedding, we even had a little holiday to Wales. She got a job working in a clothes shop in the local shopping center and I worked at my aunt's Bakery- to save our pennies.
Our sex life carried on being super fun. She would come home with new DVDs from the naughty book shop near the bus stop. We started to see that she liked the threesome scenes best, mainly the MMF ones.
I asked her if she wanted an MMF and she said yes, but didn't want to have sex with anyone else other than me, as her 'number' was important (number of sexual partners- both of our numbers were 1).
But she said she'd like to try being spit-roasted one day.
Armed with this information i set about working out who I could ask to join us. Most of my friends would freak out if I said I wanted my fiancé to suck their dick, whilst I fuck her!
However, I did have 1 friend that I could talk to about pretty much anything, H was his name. We would go down to the local pub every Friday night for a couple of pints, grab a bag of chips and head home, it was a tradition. Beth would sometimes join us, some times she would go out with her friends.
One of these Friday nights I mentioned to H that Beth and I wanted to make a porn movie of our own, and what would he say to being the cameraman? He was very chilled about it all and said he wasn't at all surprised really, he knew what we were like. That night once we'd grabbed our chips, he'd gone to his family house and I to mine, I sent him a text message- probably on a Nokia 3210, there were still no smartphones at this point.
I nervously asked him if he wanted to be the cameraman or if he wanted to join in? He'd seen Beth's tits before- he was one of the guys at school I was always sharing the polaroids with, but it was still a big jump. After a few tense minutes, he text back asking what that meant? So i told a little white lie and said that Beth wanted to suck his dick- no sex, just blowjobs, if he was interested?
And of course, being a good friend, he was happy to let my fiancé suck his dick.
About two Fridays later- Beth, H, and myself were just leaving the local, all a little tipsy, and instead of heading to the chippy, I suggested we walked the other way. Our home town has a path that runs right down the middle, effectively cutting the town in 2, it divides the new town, from the old town.
The pathway is long, with only a few gateways but the council had put large bushes and trees every few meters down the path. I selected one of these large bushes and pulled Beth behind it, H followed close behind. It was fairly late on a summer's evening, maybe 10:30ish, but it was light enough to be able to see everything fairly clearly, but dark enough to give us a sense of security.
I started passionately kissing her and wasted no time in pulling her T-shirt up over her big boobs. She didn't resist and didn't seem to mind H was standing only a couple of feet away. Reading this, I pushed it a bit further and pulled her bra up over her tits, and squeezed those lovely, milky C-cups. Again, she just carried on kissing me, so the moment of truth. With my heart racing, I took hold of her shoulders and very nervously- turned her around so she was facing away from me, but looking straight towards H. I still had hold of her T-shirt and bra- holding them both up over her tits and exposing her bare breasts to my friend. Again she didn't resist or make any attempt to cover herself.
I remember asking her if it was okay, and she just nodded.
He stepped forward a began to squeeze at her tits. Her hands were caught behind her back, stuck between her back and my front. But she was allowing him to have our fun.
"They're amazing!" He replied as he fondled and grope at them.
"They really are beautiful boobs, aren't they. You should try sucking on them." I agreed, knowing that her hard nipples would love the feeling.
And that's exactly what happened too. I held her in place whilst my good friend sucked on her tits. She wiggled and moaned as he took turns on both tits, feeling her body respond as he did so. He moved his head off her chest and up to her lips, where they started to passionately kiss. I released her from my grip as they embraced tightly. She held his face and he had his hand on her arse now.
My cock was throbbing watching them. His hand went under her skirt and grabbed at her arse cheeks.
That gave me an idea. I also lifted the back of her skirt, and pulled down her black thong, this gave me my friend access to my love's pussy now too.
It was so thrilling, I thought my heart was going to burst through my chest! There was such unscripted chemistry between them.
H continued to play with her boobs as she turned back and kissed me before he dropped his hand under the front of her skirt and began to play with her wetness. I gently pinched her hard nipples as she took her tongue from my mouth and went back to my friends.
Knowing how much she liked having her clit licked, I fell to my knees and began to lick her wetness, whilst H played with her tits and pushed his tongue in her mouth.
I could hear her softly mewing as I slid my fingers inside her. Then she whispered quietly;
"Get your cocks out". I stood up and we both did what she asked immediately.
Now, we were still in our late teens when this happened. I'd never really seen another guy's junk before, so I was fairly surprised to see how very different his was to mine!
Mine was very average, not too long or thick, and the same thickness down the whole shaft.
H's was the same length as mine, but almost twice as thick. It looked chunky and fat to me.
Beth stroked both are hard dicks lovingly and slowly. This was the first time she'd ever had to use both hands at the same time, but for a tipsy newbie- I remember thinking how well she took to it.
After a couple of pleasing minutes, she squatted down between us and began sucking us both in turn.
We stood side by side and watched in amazement as my beautiful Fiancé sucked and licked at both our bellends and down the length of each of our manhoods, before taking us- one at a time as deep into her mouth as she could.
Both our trousers were by our ankles, her top was still up, tits out with her thong pulled right down, but at that moment- we wouldn't have cared if an entire parade of nuns caught us.
It felt amazing. And just so enchanting to see.
After a couple of minutes, I felt like I might cum, so I pulled away to kneel down behind her. I wanted to pleasure her whilst she sucked my friend. A good lover is a giver after all.
I reached between her legs and felt she was just as excited as we were. Her juices were slowly trickling from her wetness, she felt so slippery and inviting.
"Are you going to fuck me?" She whispered to me as she got herself into the doggy position, and right there and then, for the first time ever my Beth was spit-roasted like she said she wanted to be.
After around 10 minutes or so both H and I said we were going to cum, so she got back onto her knees and sucked us both again, she asked us to cum over her tits and try not get it on her hair...
After that MMF threesomes with H became a regular thing. But it always followed a similar script, we would take turns going down on her, whilst the other kissed her and played with her tits, then she would go down on us, we would spit-roast her, but H was never allowed to fuck her, then we would come over her tits. Which was great, for a while...
Chapter 2; Reality.
A few months more passed and we found a house we loved and put an offer in which got excepted. We borrowed money from our parents and put down a good size deposit and moved into our own little home the same year we both turned 21.
H was a regular visitor and often stayed in our spare room after the occasional threesome.
I actually started to feel a little guilty that H was never allowed to fuck her, and a few times I actually said that I would really like to see H's dick slowly slide into her pussy, and see my good friend fuck my Fiancé, but she always replied the same thing "would be fun- I'll have a think about it". Which is her code for saying "no" without actually having to say "no".
H and I did everything we thought she wanted. We'd massage her together, use our tongues on her at the same time, actually treat her to date nights together at the house, we were actually quite romantic really. But still, she would never let H have actual sex with her, which I really wanted to see. But the more i pressed the subject, the more arguments it started to cause.
One day she snapped at me and said I was pathetic for begging her to have sex with another man, and that no other men out there were wanting that.
Anyways soon after we moved in H got himself a girlfriend, and I never got to see that thick dick inside my girl again sadly. The porn stopped too. I took on an extra job in the evenings to help pay for some of the renovations, it was only delivering food for the local Chinese takeaway, but some nights I wasn't back until gone midnight, and had to be in my aunt's bakery at 6 the next morning.
Sex became less and less important to me, but I was so tired I was totally unaware of it sadly.
It all came crashing down one valentines night when Beth stayed up late for me. When I finally came in after working almost 16 hours straight, she was standing by a candle-lit dinner in our kitchen, wearing nothing but a red ribbon over her boobs... She looked amazing, the house looked amazing, and the food smelled amazing. And what did I do to repay all that hard work she put in?
I popped upstairs to get changed and fell asleep on the toilet... No joke. Just sat down to untie my boots, then woke up about 4 hours later.
The next morning I got up and went to work before she was awake, as usual. I felt terrible about messing up all her plans from the night before, but I decided to make it up to her the following night.
But, I got a message from her around lunchtime saying she was staying at her mum's for the weekend.
Which looking back at seems totally fair, but I'd just bought all the bits I needed to recreate her dish from the night before, so I stupidly lashed out and told her she was being selfish, and that- well that opened a whole can of worms.
And we ended up saying some really stupid things to one another. She popped off that I was never home and worked too much, I said she was the opposite and didn't work enough. She said that I never tidied the house, I said why would I if I'm never there to make the mess? Then she said that our sex life was going downhill and I stupidly said "that's because you're too fridged to have sex with another man..." And that's the last I heard from her that day.
I quit my job at the takeaway that day and promised her I'd spend more time at home, and tidy the house more. In fact, I actually spent the whole afternoon and evening cleaning the house from top to bottom! It took me hours, but she still wouldn't reply to any of my text messages.
I knew she'd be pissed with me for ballsing up her valentines day meal for a while yet.
And I didn't think anything of it when she didn't come home that night, as she had already said she was spending the weekend at her mum's house, which was only a few minutes down the road.
But regardless, I had a fairly sleepless night still. I felt bad about not appreciating her more, and I could relax not hearing from her.
But like she had said, around midday on Sunday, she came home.
Still not happy with me. She came in and went straight upstairs, and started packing a bag.
I'm the first to admit, that I didn't handle this very well. I'd spent hours sorting the house, quit my job, and promised to make more of an effort, and she still wasn't happy.
So I decided to have it out with her and stormed into the bedroom after her.
I was taken back to find she was crying whilst loading her clothes into several holdalls.
When I asked what she was doing, she said she'd 'fucked up' and it was totally unforgivable, so she's moving in with her mum, and she just kept saying she was sorry.
I was in shock!
I had no idea what she was talking about? I was primed and ready for an argument, maybe a bit of a slagging match, but I wasn't ready for an apology or for her to be moving out!
I started to get a sinking feeling. Something in my gut told me I already knew what she was going to say.
It was all a bit of a mess, she was trying to justify why she went out, but at the same time blaming herself for going out. It was my fault in one sentence, then in the next, it was all her fault??
I couldn't keep up with what she was trying to tell me?
In the end, I just came out and asked her if she'd 'hooked up with someone else?'
And she just stopped. Everything seemed to just stop. Her legs seemed to buckle and she sat on the floor.
And through tears in her eyes, she slowly nodded looking at me like she was totally broken.
I walked over to her, sat beside her, and gave my Beth a cuddle. I told her everything was going to be okay, and to tell me what happened.
She went on to say the classic line of 'it was a mistake- it meant nothing'...
I slowly repeated, that everything is okay, and tried to get her to tell me what happened?
Beth was understandably upset, and angry that I'd fallen asleep after all her hard work.
The next day she'd driven to Mum's house, and got in touch with a couple of her girly friends, who later that afternoon descended over to her, and armed with a few bottles of Prosecco, they began an afternoon of drinking, gossiping and doing makeovers, ready for a girls night in town.
They all dressed up nicely, and booked a table at a restaurant, before hitting a pub, then onto a club in the city.
Beth said she'd been dancing in the last club with a guy, who was getting overly friendly with her.
He was well built, bearded, and wore a nice suit. He smelled nice and paid her lots of compliments.
They danced together for a while, then went and sat at a table- just the two of them where they flirted and had another drink.
When they returned to the dance floor, he was more confident and started to kiss her. At first, she pulled away, but when he leaned in again, she allowed it. The more they danced, the more his hands were all over her body. Her tummy, her arse and even cupping her tits over her dress. She said she knew it was wrong to let him do it, but he had a way with her that she couldn't explain?
I felt my heart speeding up in my chest, and a knot forming in my gut.
After they left the club, they walked to the taxi rank, but on their way there he forced her into an alleyway, pinned her against a dark shop wall, and started kissing her. And just like in the club, his hands were all over her body, grabbing at her tits, pulling her dress up over her arse-cheeks, he even pulled the dress straps off her shoulders, snapping one of them in the process, and yanked it down to expose her tits.
I was totally in shock, but also completely enthralled but what she was saying, I didn't want to hear what he's done to my beautiful Beth, but at the same time, I couldn't get enough of it.
She told me he was forceful and did what he wanted with her. He was in control- totally.
Within just a couple of minutes, he pulled his cock and pushed her to her knees.
Beth, my Beth- obeyed and took his hard dick in her mouth, sucking and licking.
He held the back of her head and made her take him deeper until she started to gag. He pulled out of her mouth- just long enough to allow her to catch her breath and spit a mouthful out over her exposed tits.
Then within seconds, he pushed his sloppy cock back into her mouth, he didn't care that people were walking past only a few meters away.
I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, my blood was racing! I was buzzing!!
Again he made her deep throat him until she couldn't take anymore, before roughly pulling her up by her arms and groping hard at her spit-covered tits. He spun her around and made her lean against the wall. Then with no invitation or warning- pulled her thong down to her knees and rammed his hard cock deep and hard into her. He grabbed a handful of hair and fucked her hard and fast in the alley like a whore. I asked did she tell him to stop? She said no.
He didn't put a condom on either, and Beth isn't on any contraception, but she allowed him to bareback her and use her, even though she knew it was so, so wrong.
After a couple of minutes, they were disturbed by a couple of lads looking for a place to have a piss. And instead of hiding away from them when they called out and cheered, he pulled her off the wall and made her face them. Her boobs were still out on display, and his cock was still inside her, these 2 strangers cheered and clapped as they came over to have a look at her naked chest.
He continued to buck against her, ramming his dick in and out of her, as the bystanders watched, then started to have a feel of her bouncing tits as he fucked her, holding her firmly in place from behind.
My Beth was being pounded harshly in an alleyway, whilst a complete stranger groped her slippery tits.
She was being humiliated down some dark, dirty back alley by total strangers, seeing her private parts when she was vulnerable.
I was a bubbling mix of every emotion. Anger, sadness, jealously, and weirdly I was turned on- although close to tears. My 'Soulmate' was used like a cheap party whore.
She continued.
The strangers both left after they'd had their fun fondling her tits. The guy from the club pulled out too and allowed her to pull her dress back on. She said her legs were like jelly, and she could hardly walk properly. He asked if she wanted to go back to his place and she said she doesn't know why she agreed, but at the time she really did want to go with him, even though she knew it would break my heart.
So she went. I asked her if she really did want to go, and she said she did.
They kissed in the taxi ride home, and again he groped at her boobs over her ripped dress. He didn't seem to care that the taxi driver might see what he was doing.
When they got to his apartment building, he took her up the stairwell, but about halfway up he suddenly grabbed ahold of her and pushed her onto her knees. Beth told me how he pinned her down in front of him, pulled the back of dress up over her arse, and right there on the stairs, got his cock out and started fucking her doggy style. Beth showed me her throat, where he took off his belt, and looped it over her neck, before pulling it tight, whilst he fucked her again.
I asked if it hurt, and she said it did, but for some reason, she didn't want him to stop- so she let him.
She said she was so scared someone would walk in and see them, but she didn't want him to stop and she doesn't know why?
He seemed to love taking risks and taking chances, something she hadn't experienced in a long time.
He was so dominant, he just made her do whatever he wanted, and didn't care about the consequences! After a few minutes of fucking my future wife on the stairs, he stopped and took her to his apartment.
There he took her to the sofa and fucked her roughly for most of the night.
She said he would pin her down, slap her arse, pull her hair, see how deep he could get himself inside her, and make her suck his cock. Again, he was in total control.
Eventually, after hours of rough sex- he cum, and made her swallow it.
She was still crying as she told me all this. But she said the worst part was- the next morning, she woke up and he was in the shower and for some reason - she went to join him.
I asked if she was still d*unk, why would she go to him when he treated her so badly.
And through the tears and bloodshot eyes, she told me;
"Because I wanted him to do it again..."
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