HAVING ANNE by Hillbilly

Chapter 3 (MFF, Mdom, reluc, wife, humil)

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  Ben took my hand and led me around the resort, down past the
pools and lounges and toward the ocean.  I looked around
anxiously for Ryan.  It was Ben who saw her, in the distance,
with a group of other young people on the beach.  Thank God, I
thought, she's found some normal people to hang out with.
  When we turned away from Ryan and headed to the right along the
beach, Ben reached down behind me, grasped my bikini bottoms, and
tugged them up and into the crack of my ass.  He didn't say
anything, but kept his hand on my ass, rubbing it with his thumb
occasionally.
  We came to what seemed like the edge of the resort property,
since there was a fence leading down to the water, and a net
floated out from the edge of the water, all the way to the reef
offshore.  A dark man lounged against a palm as he manned a
little booth with sweet drinks. "We're going over to the other
side," said Ben.  He took a twenty  dollar bill from his wallet
and handed it to the dark man.
  "Yeah mon," said the dark man.  "Have a good day."  He opened a
little gate in the fence and we stepped through.  We crossed a
little ridge of exposed coral running out from the ocean, and I
could see a small but pleasant beach on the other side.  There
was a grove of palm trees, and a bar set in their shade.  There
were a couple of women sunbathing on the beach, three men at the
bar, and two people in the water.  The women on the beach were
topless.  As we stepped down off the coral ridge I realized that
this little patch of beach was invisible from the main part of
the resort.
  Someone yelled and waved from the water.  I realized it was
Nicole, with a man beside her.  Nicole said something to the man,
then came splashing out toward us.  Her breasts were bare, small
and firm.  Her body was slim and flawless, already browned when
she'd arrived last night.  She wore a bikini bottom that was
little more than a strip of cloth tied around her waist.  It was
so brief that its back exposed the top of her ass crack and the
front barely rose above her mound.
  She joined us on the edge of the beach, kissed Ben first, and
then me, opening my lips with hers.  I held my hands at my side
and let her find my tongue.  She stepped back a little and looked
me up and down.
  "Was she a good fuck?" she asked Ben.
  Ben said, "Let's let Anne answer.  Are you a good fuck, Anne?"
  At least there was nobody else near enough to hear, I thought.
"I -- I don't know, really.  But it... was... I did what you told
me to do."  They both chuckled.
  Ben said, "You are a good fuck, Anne.  You're a good little
bitch.  And the bonus," he said, nuzzling my neck and looking
past me at Nicole, "is that she's off the pill and due to be
fertile before we leave."  I cringed away from him but he held me
more firmly.
  Nicole squealed.  "Are you going to knock her up?"
  "Well -- I hope somebody will get her bred.  Not sure it'll be
me.  But sad to say," he grinned at me, "old Tom has been
neutered.  So -- I'm afraid Anne may have some tough explaining
to do."
  I had to get away, of course.  But he was holding me so tight
just then.
  "This is really going to be fun then," said Nicole.  She came
up close to me, ran her fingers along my cheek, breathed into my
mouth as she looked in my eyes.  "So you are a good fuck.  And I
can certainly see you're well-fucked.  There's something caked up
on your thigh.  And your suit looks a little damp over your
pussy."
  "I'm going to leave you two here," said Ben.  I must have
sighed in relief, because he looked down at me and shook his
head.  "You're going to stay with Nicole until I come back. 
You're to do what she says."  I glanced at Nicole, who was still
so close to me it was painful.  "Do you understand?"
  "Yes," I said.
  "She will report back, you know.  And you know what we talked
about -- about Ryan.  Tell Nicole what I told you, and she'll
help you understand."  Then he nodded toward the water and said
to Nicole, "Tell me about that guy out there."
  "I think he'd  be happy to see Anne," said Nicole.
  "That's good."  He raised his finger in front of my face.  "Do
what Nicole tells you to do.  But -- he doesn't get a cock in
your ass.  OK?  I want that for myself first."  I blushed, Nicole
still caressing my cheek.  I looked out into the water.  The man
couldn't hear us but he could see Nicole stroking me.  "Let him
do anything else Nicole says, Anne, you understand?  Keep the
wedding ring on; let him know he's with a married lady."  He ran
his hand beneath my bikini top, lifted it to expose my breast,
and tweaked the nipple hard again.  "Understand it all?"
  "Yes," I gasped again.  "You're hurting me."
  "I know I am.  And that's good.  I'm getting your attention,
then.  Tonight -- after Ben and Ryan are asleep -- you'll step
outside onto your patio, cross next door to ours, knock on our
bedroom door, and I'll fuck you again.  The rest of the morning
-- you belong to Nicole."
  He took his hand away, leaving my breast exposed.  It was a
topless beach, after all, but still -- I felt so shamed, so much
his.  He drew me in and kissed me, running his tongue into my
mouth.  Then he did the same to Nicole, running one hand over
Nicole's ass and the other over mine.
  "By the way, Nicole," he said to her, "Tom and Anne would like
you to teach Ryan windsurfing this afternoon.  Right, Anne?" 
Nicole smiled as I nodded with my head down -- because after all
we'd talked about that this morning, Tom and I, and Ryan, with
Ben.  Back when things had still been normal.  Then Ben walked
away, turning once to wave to us.  He crossed back over the coral
ridge and disappeared.
  "Come on," said Nicole.  I have a couple of chairs staked out
over here."  She took my hand and pulled, but I resisted.
  "Please.  You have to help me.  I've made a -- a terrible
mistake.  Won't you let me go?"
  "You have to come along with me.  I'll tell you my story later,
and then you'll understand more.  But for now," she said, her
voice hardening, "you have to believe me.  He'll take you
whenever he wants, and if you're not real good to him he'll take
Ryan too, and you won't stop him.  And believe this too -- I will
tell him, if you don't do what I say."
  I let her lead me toward the water.
  "Where did he go?"
  She shrugged.  "Maybe the gym, maybe back to the room, maybe to
fuck another girl.  He wanted to leave us alone together, that's
all."
  "Why?"  We came to Nicole's lounge chairs, at the far edge of
the little beach, apart from the others.  There was a little
outcropping of coral on the beach, which partially hid Nicole's
chairs from the rest of the area.  She had a beach bag beside the
towels.  She drew me down to my knees. "He knows I want to be
with you," she said.  "I want to be with a woman like you."
  "What kind of woman do you mean?"
  "Beautiful, of course.  Older than me.  Almost old enough to be
my mother.  I want to boss you."  She was just a child playing,
only a little older than Ryan.  "I want to play with you.  Like
Ben plays with me."
  "Please.  Let me go.  I'm asking you as a woman.  My daughter
is just over there down the beach.  I have a life, and you're
taking it away from me.  Let me help you get away too."
  Nicole reached behind me and undid the bikini top.  She drew it
off of me.  "The sun is so strong," she said.  "We have to get
some suntan lotion on you.  Especially on your tits, you're so
white there."  She pushed me down, onto my back on a chair.
  "Don't you see what will happen to me?"
  "Yes, I see your future.  You'll have more men fucking you than
you can imagine," said Nicole as she took a tube of lotion from
the bag.  She squirted some lotion onto her hand, and leaned over
me to rub it into my cheeks and forehead.  She leaned forward so
that her bare nipple was just over my mouth. "I need a girl to
suck my tits for me.  Will you do that, Anne?"
  "But there's no life ahead of you," I said.  "Don't you think
he'll eventually get tired of you?"
  "Please, Anne," said Nicole.  "Lick me."  Her voice was firm. 
"Shall I twist your nipple like Ben does?  Isn't your tit sore
already?"  I drew my tongue over her nipple.  I cringed,
wondering if anyone could see us here.  I had only ever touched
two women like this, and both those times had been years ago.
  "That's a good girl.  That's nice.  And I don't think about
later, Anne.  I think about now.  So should you.  Live in the
moment.  At the moment we're both beautiful, and we both belong
to Ben."  She drew back, and began again to rub the lotion into
my face, then my neck and shoulders, and my arms.  "You'll have
another baby too," she said.  "He wants to see you pregnant."
  "Why did he leave us, why would he want me to let that other
man touch me?"
  "He's playing with you.  It turns him on to make you his little
married slut.  It turns me on too."  She giggled.  "Let's get
that guy's cock hard.  He's out in the water watching us."  She
took another large glob of the lotion, and rubbed it over my
breasts -- my tits.  She massaged them deeply, ran her fingers
gently over the nipples, flicked them to make them hard.
  "You belong to me this morning, Anne.  Say that, please."
  Her fingers were working my nipples, and I didn't want to be
hurt again.  "I -- belong to you."
  She started down at my feet and worked her way back up toward
my middle.  Her touch on my thighs was light but firm, and she
drew her fingers closer and closer to the crotch of my suit, then
smiled and looked into my eyes as she ran her fingers under the
elastic, over my pussy, into my pussy.  It felt so good -- I
began to spread my legs for her before I remembered where I was
and stopped.  Nicole laughed as I blushed.  "Thanks for letting
me in your pants.  You're still sticky from Ben's cum."  She
motioned me to turn over.  She straddled my ass and began again,
rubbing the lotion onto my back.
  "Is Tom Ryan's father?" she asked.  "She doesn't look like
him."
  I was taken back.  "No."
  "I could tell.  You gave me a certain look in the lobby last
night."
  "What did you say to Ben then -- last night, in the lobby, when
I first saw you?"
  "Well,  one thing I told him was that you looked like you
wanted to be taken.  I told him he could probably lift your skirt
and fuck you right there if he wanted."
  "Oh, come on," I said.  "That's ridiculous."
  She shrugged and giggled.  "Maybe so, Anne.  But you'd have
fucked him last night on the balcony."  I was ashamed to be
talking about this with a girl barely more than half my age.
  "Isn't that right?" she pressed me.
  "Maybe," I murmered.
  "Be honest, Anne.  And you know Ben wants you to speak in
complete sentences.  Please just answer my question honestly. 
There's nothing so hard about it.  Raise your hips."
  She was rubbing the lotion around my ass, between my legs from
behind.  I lifted up.  It was becoming natural just to answer, to
do as she wanted.  She moved her hands beneath the bikini
bottoms, and pushed them down halfway to my knees.  As she worked
her fingers deep betwen my legs, I spread for her as much as I
could.  She ran the lotion all around my ass and my pussy.  The
rock pretty much hid us from the people on the beach, but not
from the people in the water, not from the guy waiting out there
for us.
  "Yes.  I would probably have let him fuck me last night."
  "Right out on the balcony?  You know Tom would have caught
you."
  "Yes," I said.  "Tom would have caught us fucking."
  "And Ryan might have seen you fucking a man not your husband."
  "Yes.  It's possible.  She might have seen me fucking Ben."
  "Wow," she giggled, finishing, pulling up my bottoms, turning
over onto her back.  "Roll over, Anne."  I turned over.  "You
must really be in heat.  Are you in heat, Anne?"
  "I don't know.  I can't believe I'm doing these things."
  "Tom's pretty square, isn't he?"
  "He's stable.  He's good for Ryan," I said.  I realized as I
said it that it had become a stock phrase of mine over the last
few months.
  "Your first husband -- why did you leave him?  You couldn't
have been very old when Ryan was born."
  "I was seventeen.  Bobby -- got me pregnanat, and we got
married.  But he -- he hit me.  I was afraid for Ryan."
  "He could be fun though I bet," said Ryan.  "Did he show you
off, Anne?"
  I hadn't thought for a while about life with Bobby.  The nights
we left Ryan with a sitter -- Bobby never cared who, just wanted
to get out of the house -- the bars and clubs.  Screwing me in
the parking lot, sometimes in the bathroom of the club.  Bobby
strutting around the bar, my panties twirling around his finger,
me trailing behind, just-fucked. Sometimes fucking me while his
buddies watched.  A couple of times his buddies taking me while
Bobby watched.  The tears I cried -- humiliation mixed with
pleasure.  The booze he went through, the fists and black eyes at
home.  The pain.
  "You missed that, didn't you Anne?"  She nuzzled my cheek
again, kissed me full on the mouth, ran her fingers down to my
pussy again.  "That's the look I saw last night -- the look that
said you missed this.  Am I right?"
  Once again, I realized, I had spread my legs for her a little.
I knew it would be a surrender if I answered her, but I felt like
I had to.  "Yes -- some part of me misses it I guess."
  "You know," said Nicole, "people fuck right out here on the
beach, all the time.  If I wanted, I could arrange things so that
the hardest thing would be to do what Ben asked, and keep the men
out of your ass.  I could have 20 guys over here in no time at
all."
  She stood, reached down her hand, and pulled me up.  She walked
me down to the water's edge, into the warm ocean, toward the man
who still stood there in water about waist deep.  My knees were
weak.  I looked around.  The women on the shore, the men in the
bar -- I think they all had turned their heads and were watching
us wade out toward that man.
  "I thought you'd never get back," he said.  He was probably
thirty, with curly black hair, athletic.  He wrapped an arm
around Nicole's waist.
  "This is Anne," said Nicole.
  He reached over and wrapped his other arm around my shoulder. 
I saw his eyes drop to my left hand, with the ring, and I hoped
he might stop.  But he dropped his arm to my ass, just under the
water.
  "Was that your husband who just left, Anne?" asked the
dark-haired man.
  "No -- no, that's Ben, he's not my husband.  My husband is
golfing today."
  "The cat's away," said Nicole.  The man ran his hand down my
thigh.
  "Ben's the man who owns us both now," said Nicole.  "We're his
pussies."  She licked the man's chest.  "He gave us permission to
play though.  What was it Ben told you, Anne?"
  "Well, he -- I can't say that."  My face was burning.  The hand
was all over my ass.  Nicole frowned and stepped up to me, her
little tits bouncing.  "You have to be firm with Anne," she said
to the man.  She reached up to my breast, squeezing my nipple a
little.  "What was it, Anne?"
  When I still couldn't answer, Nicole twisted the nipple, as Ben
had done so often already.  Nicole was even rougher than Ben.  It
hurt, and I cringed.  "Don't worry about her, she's just in
training.  Answer, Anne."
  "He said I -- should do what you want but -- nobody can -- have
my ass."
  Nicole laughed, and the man joined in.  "Don't worry about
that, Anne," said Nicole.  "But use the right words; say it
right."
  "He said he doesn't want anybody to fuck me in the ass," I
said.  The hand was still rubbing my ass though, and I remembered
what Ben said: any time a man rubs your ass, you have to push it
out for him and help him do what he wants.  So I arched my back.
The hand moved under my bikini bottoms.  I felt a finger on my
pussy and, hardly thinking, I rotated my crotch against it.
  "Jesus Christ," said the dark man.  "Hot as a firecracker.  So
does your husband know you're out here?"
  "No -- he doesn't know about any of this," I said.
  "Not yet anyway," said Nicole.  She put her hands on my
bottoms.  "Don't you think that bikini hides too much of her? 
Let's trade, Anne."  She pulled me out a little deeper into the
water, so our waists were covered, and tugged down my bikini. 
The man followed.  I pulled up my feet a little so she could
reach underwater and pull the bikini completely off.  She held it
up over her head, and the man smiled and clapped.  He reached a
hand between my legs from behind.  Nicole led my hands to her
thong bikini, and I pulled it down and off.  She ducked to put on
my suit, and I put on hers, sliding the little string in back
between the cheeks of my ass, finding it hard to arrange it so
that it covered my pussy.  I couldn't believe how low it rode on
my hips.
  "Stand in the shallow water and let us see," said Nicole.
  So I moved in closer to shore.  One of the women on shore
watched me.  As I stopped, in knee-deep water, I looked down. 
I've always trimmed my bush but this bikini was so small that
pubic hair was visible on both sides and on top of the cloth
strip that did at least cover my pussy.  I looked up and caught
the woman's eye.  She smiled and ran her tongue over her lower
lip.  My God, I thought.  Was every single person on this beach
going to use me?  I turned back to face Nicole and the man in the
deeper water.  Nicole splashed over to me, laughing.
  "I figured you'd need a trim," she said.  "That's OK.  I
carried a razor in my bag.  After you suck a little we'll shower
and then I'll shave you."  She put a finger to her lips and
whispered, "Let's see -- Let's go over behind the rock, and you
can call him over for a blowjob."  She held my hand again, and we
splashed back behind the rock on the edge of the beach.  She ran
her hand over my left tit, and paused with her thumb and
forefinger over the nipple -- which was hard, to my shame.  She
put her other hand on my shoulder and pushed down.  I dropped to
my knees in the ankle-deep water.  The man was watching.
  "Please.  There's no way I can do this.  My husband, my
daughter are here with me.  They'll find out.  Please
understand."
  "I do understand, Anne," said Nicole, her hand in my hair, my
eyes at a level between her navel and her crotch.  She pulled my
head in, so that my face was pressed to her -- my -- bikini
bottoms.  "Everybody here is pretty discreet.  Not that it
matters to me.  Lick my pussy through the cloth, Anne."  God help
me, I did twist my face into her and put out my tongue for one
slow lick from the bottom of her pussy to the top of the
swimsuit.  She was wet and salty from the ocean, and I felt her
ring with my tongue.  "Now call him over," she said.  I pointed
to the dark-haired man.
  "Could you -- could you come here please?"  I said.
  He smiled and pointed to himself questioningly.  I nodded.  He
walked toward me, and Nicole got out of the way.
  As he reached us Nicole said, "You need to ask his permission,
Anne."
  I sighed.  "May I -- suck you?" I asked.
  He laughed and crossed his arms over his chest.  "Holy shit,"
he said.  "Go ahead."  Then he looked over at Nicole as I worked
with the string on his suit.  "What are you going to be doing,
baby?"
  "Sorry," said Nicole.  "I just want Anne to do us both today. 
Is that OK?  I'm sure you can fuck me another day."
  I had my hands on both sides of the man's suit, and tugged it
down.  His cock sprang out.  Not as big as Ben's.  But nice.  He
had shaved off all the hair on his balls.  There was no question
now of backing out, so I leaned forward and pulled his cock into
my mouth.  I tasted the ocean again, and his man-smell.  It was
the second cock in my mouth today, neither one my husband's.  I
felt his eyes on my mouth, my bare tits.  I was rocking forward
and back.  My tongue played over his shaft, my mouth suctioned
him.  Bobby had taught me how to blow a man, a long time ago. 
The guy gripped the back of my head and began to moan.
  "He's going to cum in your mouth, Anne," said Nicole.  "Take it
all, OK?"
  "Yeah, bitch," said the man.  "Be a slut for me."  But then he
took his cock away from my mouth.  "You want it, don't you?"  He
used his cock to slap my face.  Then he used his hand to slap me.

  "Tell him, Anne," said Nicole.
  "Yes," I said.  "I want to suck your cock."  He waved it with
his hand, made me chase it with my mouth.  I caught it finally,
and he let me suck him again.
  "Yesssss, you little, slut," said the black haired man.  I felt
him expand in my mouth, his fingers tensed, and he groaned as the
first shot of his cum splashed into the back of my throat.  I
gagged but kept his cock in my mouth.  His cum was salty like the
ocean and viscous.  It had been a while since I'd tasted a man's
cum; Tom never asked me to take him in his mouth and I'd never
suggested it.  I swallowed all the man's cum and cleaned his
cock.  His body trembled as I ran my tongue over the tip of his
cock.  I waited for it to soften but it stayed hard.  Nicole
laughed.
  "Get onto the chair, pussy," said Nicole.  "Get your little
suit off and get your legs apart.  He's going to do you."
  I sat back on the chair looked into the man's face.  "Do it,"
said the man.  I lay back and lifted my legs, and tugged Nicole's
bikini bottoms off my legs.  I looked over toward the bar, and
found the woman who had watched me earlier in the water, now
closer, sitting on the beach with her hands crossed over her
knees. Ready to watch me get fucked.
  And now the dark man was over me, his arms on both sides of my
shoulders, his legs pushing mine apart.  His cock began to slide
along my crotch, over my pussy.  I couldn't help but squirm a
little.
  "Yours is her second cock today," murmered Nicole, crouching
over me, running her hands over my cheeks.  "You can tell she
wants it, can't you?  Our owner wants her bred by the time she
leaves here."
  The man grunted.  He was pushing me harder with his cock now,
getting serious about working me up and finding my pussy.  Every
time the head of his cock passed over my slit I rotated my
crotch, trying to catch it.  I glanced over again toward the
woman, but Nicole was in my way.
  "She's watching," Nicole whispered.  "Don't worry.  You still
have an audience."  She lifted herself up, hooked her fingers
into her -- my -- bikini bottoms and pulled them down and off. 
Then she positioned her pussy over my head.  I looked up into her
cute, bald little pussy.  She had a little ring through her clit,
and a larger ring attached to that one.  Her ass and her thighs
were tight and small, and beautiful.
  Then I couldn't see anymore, because as the man's cock found my
pussy hole finally, Nicole settled her pussy onto my face.  The
man was pushing into me, and I opened my legs even wider for him.
 He began to pump me.  And I opened my mouth, and ran my tongue
over Nicole, taking both the rings into my mouth, finding her
clit.  I hadn't forgotten how to suck a pussy either I guess,
because I heard her moan.
  Every time the man bottomed out in me, he rubbed himself onto
my clit.  He knew how to fuck.  My arms and legs moved around his
back of their own accord.  I knew I was shamelessly humping up at
him as he fucked me, and Nicole was rotating her pussy on my
face.  The man began to spend more time at the bottom of his
stroke, his cock deep inside me, pushing himself against my clit.
 I couldn't help but rub myself hard against him, starting to cum
along with Nicole.  The woman watching was getting a hell of a
show.
  When the man felt me start to cum, he pumped again, even
harder.  "Do you want my cum in you?" he asked me.
  I didn't answer at first but Nicole lifted her pussy from my
mouth, pulled my nipple, and hissed, "Answer when a man asks you
something!"
  "Yessss," I said.  "I want your cum."  Nicole settled back onto
my tongue, and I licked her steadily, back and forth.
  "She wants to be bred," said Nicole.  And I felt him spasm as
he moaned with me, as we orgasmed together.  I could feel his cum
flood me.  When he finished he lay still, his cock still in me. 
In a moment I felt Nicole's crotch grinding harder into my face,
urgently.  She almost smothered me as she came, and she cried out
so loud they must have heard her on the main beach.
  Nicole and the man both stood.  "Thanks, baby," he said.  He
patted my head and grinned, and pulled up his suit.  He smiled at
Nicole and said, "I'm gonna go swim for a while, darling.  Hope I
see you again."  And then he walked away, back into the water.
  "You're a very good slut," said Nicole, holding my head in both
her arms.  "Aren't you?"
  "I seem to be."
  "Did you have a good cum?"
  "Yes."
  "That's good.  A man wants to see a woman get off while she's
getting fucked.  You got me off real good too -- you'll have to
do that again tonight."  Nicole got up from the sand and took my
hand, pulling me off the chair.  "Come on, pussy," she said,
laughing.  "Wrap your cunt in my bottoms and jump in the ocean to
rinse off.  Then to the shower."
  So I did what she said; I put on the bikini bottom and walked
out into the ocean, and let the water rinse the stickiness from
between my legs.  I tried to avoid looking around at the other
people on the little beach.  But when I returned to Nicole I
found her talking to the woman who had been watching me, and I
couldn't avoid her.  She was probably about forty, with slinky
hair and a thin, hard body.  She wore a tasteful while bikini
bottom, and no top.  Her breasts were small but her nipples were
rather large, and fully erect.  She and Nicole watched me make my
way out of the water toward them.
  "Hello, Anne," said the woman.  "I've been hearing all about
you."  My God, I thought, it will never end.  But the woman
didn't touch me.  She looked me over, head to toe; I saw her
smile as her eye rested on my crotch with the hair poking out
from behind the bikini bottom.
  "Have fun," she said.  "And I hope I see you again soon." 
Nicole waved and smiled as she left us.  Then she took my hand
again and led me toward the edge of the beach.  She had her beach
bag with her.  She took me to a little open shower, turned on the
water for me, and put me under the spigot.  The water was cool
but nice.  Nicole joined me, and pulled down my bikini again. 
She washed my pussy with the fresh water, and took from her bag a
little scissors, a disposable razor, and shaving cream.  We
weren't too far from the bar, but behind it.  The guys sitting
there couldn't see -- unless they walked over.  Which they
probably would.
  "I can't believe you," I said.
  "What do you mean, Anne?"
  "I can't believe you brought that stuff and PLANNED to shave me
here."
  She giggled again.  "I've been thinking about you ever since I
saw you.  I thought all last night about playing with you today.
You're like a present for me from Ben."
  She took the scissors and began to cut my pubic hair as I stood
there with her -- she held clumps of my hair with her left hand
and snipped with her right.  She pushed at both my thighs and I
knew I had to open my legs so she could get the hair between
them.  I decided I could actually explain this to Tom; we were in
the islands, my bikini was briefer than I thought; I thought it
would be fun for him.  I looked around and saw a few people
watching, including the woman who had spoken with us earlier.  I
lowered my eyes.
  Nicole told me to lie down on the concrete beneath the shower
and I did.  She positioned me so that my pussy was just outside
the spray.  She shook the shaving cream can, and dispensed a good
sized dollop onto my body just above my slit, and began to shave
me, patiently.  I stared straight up at the blue sky.  When she
asked, I pulled my knees up toward my shoulders so she could trim
toward my ass.  Occasionally she'd have me move over so the spray
hit my pussy and rinsed me off, and then she'd apply more shaving
cream and begin again.  I was crying again when she finished.
  She had me rinse again, and then handed me a towel.  She put
away her shaving gear and then faced me with a felt-tipped pen.
  "I want us to keep track of the people you fuck," said Nicole.
"How many have you had in your pussy so far since you got here?"
  "Two," I said.  She reached toward my nipple with her thumb and
forefinger; I knew she wanted a complete sentence so I jerked
away and corrected myself.  "I've had two cocks in my pussy.  Ben
and -- and the man there on the beach."
  "Hmm," said Nicole.  "Two men today so far, and neither one
Tom."  She squatted in front of me, and drew something at the top
of my left thigh.  "I don't think you've had any women suck your
pussy yet," she said.  "Later, if you're lucky."  She stood up. 
"But you did have me in your mouth, right?  And how many men?"
  "I -- sucked both cocks that fucked me," I said.
  She drew two vertical lines, about a quarter inch long, on the
lower side of my left breast, and one similar line on my right
breast.
  "I'd label your face," said Nicole, "but we're still being
subtle for Tom's sake.  Every time a different man is in your
pussy, we'll mark your crotch.  Every time you suck a cock or eat
a pussy, we'll mark your tits.  OK, Anne?"
  I couldn't help it; the tears fell from my eyes again as I
pulled up my bikini.  Nicole smiled at me.  "You're beatuiful
when you cry," she said.  "Go ahead and cry whenever you want. 
It turns me on."
  She told me it was some time past noon, that if she wanted she
could get me fucked by every man on the beach, even the ones
there with other women, but that she was going to take me away
now, to save some for later.  So she gathered her things and
handed me the top of her bikini.  She put mine on herself, making
a face as she did so.  Her top was as small as her bottoms and I
had a hard time arranging it to hide my nipples.
  Nicole held my hand and led my back across the fance, past the
dark man who nodded at us and grinned, but said nothing.  Nicole
ran her hand over his chest as she passed.

  We found Ben with a couple of guys at one the outdoor bars,
overlooking the beach.  He smiled when he saw us, drew Nicole to
his right and me to his left, and cupped both our asses in his
hands.  The two other guys were outside of us, one beside me and
the other beside Nicole..
  "She has a nice tongue," said Nicole.  Loud enough so Ben and
the guys, and maybe the bartender as well, could hear.  Ben
squeezed my ass.
  "Did you suck Nicole's pussy?" he asked me.
  "Yes," I said with my eyes down. "I ate her pussy."
  "Did you get her off?"
  "Yes, she came on me."  I glanced around; the two guys were
listening intently.  I was so ashamed but -- what was I going to
do?
  "And did you get fucked?"
  "Yes, the man in the water fucked me.  And -- I sucked him."
  "Good girl, isn't she?" said Ben to the guy beside me, a short,
stocky man of about thirty, with a friendly face and a beer in
his hand.  "Go ahead, you can feel her up if you like."
  I looked around wildly as his hand reached my thigh.  Ben
noticed and said, "Ryan's down at the beach -- I've been seeing
her with a cute guy out there in the water.  Like mother, like
daughter, Anne?"  The man's mouth was near my ear.  I felt his
breath on my cheek, his hand playing on the inside of my thigh.
  "I've been telling these guys about you," said Ben.  "You --
and your husband.  Maybe sometime they can help get you bred,
Anne.  You'd like that, wouldn't you?"  I couldn't say anything
and Ben didn't make me.
  "I know," he said, "you're probably tired.  We won't make you
play any more right now.  Here's what I want.  Nicole, I promised
Ryan you'd help teach her to windsurf.  So go get a bite to eat
and do that, OK?"  Nicole nodded, and disengaged from Ben and the
man beside her, with a smile.
  "Anne... you can go and do what you like.  You can play in the
ocean if you like, or nap, but don't wash the cum out of your
pussy.  OK?"  I nodded.  The two guys laughed, and the one beside
me squeezed my thigh.  "Then when Tom gets home I want you to
fuck him -- this afternoon.  Then clean yourself up good for
later tonight.  At midnight, after Tom's asleep -- I'll help make
sure he sleeps well -- I want you to step over the railing
between our suites and knock on the sliding door to our bedroom.
OK?"
  He ran his hand over my left breast as he said this, and I knew
he was telling me how he'd love to punish me if I didn't agree. 
I nodded, and kept my hands at my side, letting him rub my tit as
the other man rubbed my thigh.  I opened my legs a little for
him.
  "I want you to be naked when you come over, OK?"  The man
beside me nuzzled my neck.  I let him play, and nodded again.
  Ben patted my ass, and told me to go on and be on my own for
awhile.  So I went away, back to our suite, beautifully made up
by the maid... who, I was sure, I'd be seeing again.  I couldn't
even think about eating; I wanted to shower, to clean myself.  I
tried to think -- could I explain to Tom and Ryan that we had to
go, get away from this terrible man and his little sex slave,
before I lost my soul to him?
  Or had I already lost that?  It felt too late, too hard to do
anything at all -- how could Tom possibly understand?  And did I
really want to stop this, anyway?  I fell on the bed and fell
asleep crying. 
