HAVING ANNE by Hillbilly

Chapter 6 (mF, Mf, ff, Mdom, Wife, Humil, Impreg)

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  It's not possible to walk in public in a g-string bikini
without feeling the eyes on your body.  Besides, I had those
marks on my ass and my thighs, out in plain sight.  Only a few
people knew what they meant -- that they were a count of the
number of people who'd fucked me since we'd arrived in this
Jamaican resort a day and a half ago.  But I knew.  The marks on
my tits -- the scorecard of men and women I'd sucked -- were
hidden by the little bikini top, but they were on my mind, too.
  Even now, before lunch, there were quite a few people at the
tiki bar beside the pool.  I had to squeeze through a group of
men and I wasn't surprised to feel a hand on my ass.  I turned,
wondering if maybe we'd met, but he was a slender man of about
fifty and I didn't recognize him.  He smiled at me and I paused
there beside him, thinking I was obliged to let him play if he
wanted, wondering if he might have been one of the guys on the
private beach yesterday.
  But he patted me on the butt a couple of times and I knew he
was dismissing me, so I moved on.  I headed for a row of lounge
chairs in the sun, near the pool.  I found a chair away from the
others, put down my bag, lay on my stomach, and let the sun shine
on me for a few minutes.
  I didn't notice Nathan until I felt the chair shift as he sat
beside me.  I turned my neck to look at him.  He was still
dressed in the surfer swimsuit and tank top that he wore at
breakfast.  His suit and hair were a little damp -- I think he
had just come from the ocean.  His hands were in his lap.  He was
so young!  He looked like a swimmer, with those shoulders big for
a boy, narrow waist, suntanned features.
  "Hi, Nathan," I said.  He nodded and swallowed.  He was
nervous, I thought.  And why not?  I wondered exactly what Ben
had told him.  "Did -- did you want something?"  He looked down
at me sharply.
  "Yes I did," he said.  He put his hand on the back of my knee,
looked into my eyes, rubbed his fingers in a little circle.  Yes,
Ben had definitely given me to Nathan, and Nathan was definitely
planning to fuck me.  I looked around to see if anybody was
watching this boy put his hand on me.  I didn't see anyone
looking our way.
  "Where's Ryan?" I asked.
  He gestured toward the resort's main building.  "She went to
play ping-pong with Nicole --  it was Nicole's idea."  He smiled.
 I nodded and lay my head back down onto my arms.  His hand
wandered over my calf, and my skin tingled.
  "If you're going to do that we should go somewhere private," I
said.  There was a pause.
  "No," said Nathan.  "I want to stay here for a while.  But
you're going to burn like this.  Do you have sunscreen?"
  I looked back at him again.  What did this boy want from me? 
"Let's go somewhere else, Nathan," I said.  I started to get up
but felt his hand on my back, pushing me down.  I collapsed again
onto my arms.  He kept it there, holding me in place, and leaned
over me to run his hand through my bag.  "Nathan!" I hissed.  "We
both know what you want.  It's OK but we can't do it here!"
  He straightened, and I saw him flip the top of my sunscreen
container with his free hand.  I felt a coolness running down my
back -- he was laying down a bead of lotion from my neck to the
back of my bikini bottom.
  "You need sunscreen," he said stubbornly.  I sighed and settled
back again.  Then there was his hand, running over my back and
under the strap of my bikini top.  He took a long time and when
he got to my shoulders he began to massage them with both his
hands.  He was a little rougher than I liked, and didn't really
know much about technique, but I knew he was trying to please me
so I sighed for him and rotated my shoulders.
  Then his hands left me and soon I felt another bead of lotion,
this one drawn from my ass down my left leg.  He started at my
ankle and worked his way up, running his hands under my calf,
then my thigh.  When he tugged I spread my legs for him, and when
he reached in toward my crotch I raised my ass a little.  Then
his hands were on my ass cheek.  It was still very sore from my
beating but of course I let him play.  When I heard a little
noise I looked up at him.  He was grinning and looking away
toward the beach.  I followed his eyes to the edge of the pool
area, behind the bar, and I saw three other teenaged boys looking
and grinning back at us.  When I shifted my eyes nervously to the
bar itself I saw the slender man who had patted my rump -- also
looking back at us, steadily, his eyebrows and one corner of his
mouth raised.
  "Nathan," I said.  "I'm telling you -- be good.  You can take
me somewhere and we can have fun but --"
  He pushed down on my back again.  "We're going to finish this,"
he said.  So he moved to my other side and rubbed my right leg.
  "Who are those boys?" I asked.
  "Shit if I know," said Nathan.  "Turn over."  There was a more
confident, almost bullying tone in his voice now.  I turned over
for him, folded my hands behind my head, and lay back.
  I felt a line of lotion on my belly, and then his hands were
there, then on my sides, down low on my bikini bottoms, then up
to my tits.  Another pause, and I felt the lotion run down the
top of my right leg. His hand stroked my thigh just below my
pussy.
  "Are they still watching?" I asked.
  "Sure," said Nathan.
  "Anybody else, or just those boys?"
  He paused, looking around.  "Nobody's coming over to arrest
us," he said.  "Couple of old guys are eyeing us occasionally." 
He moved to my other leg.  I knew I was already very wet for him.
 I had stopped worrying quite so much, maybe because he was
taking charge now, and if he was in charge, well, what could I do
anyway?
  "Where are you going to take me?" I asked.
  He laughed.  "You mean the first time?"  He rubbed some lotion
into his hands, and began to rub my face and neck.
  "I wonder what I could get for you from those young guys --
maybe just to let them watch."
  Thank God I was doing this for Ryan, I thought.  Who knew what
might have happened to her if this hungry boy had gone after her
instead of taking me.
  He pulled me to my feet.  "Come on," he said.  "It's time for
you to get wet."  He held my arm as he pulled me quickly away
from the pool area.  He led me back by the tiki bar, and again I
saw the man who'd felt me up, eyeing me again as he sipped a
beer, again a questioning look on his face.  I spread my palms
and shrugged, telling him -- what?  I guess I was telling this
stranger I was sorry; I couldn't let him take me behind a bush to
fuck me because this sixteen year old boy had claimed me first.
  The beach was crowded.  Nathan led me between the beach towels
and lounge chairs, over the white sand.  He took my bag from me
and tossed it onto the sand.  Then he led me into the beautiful,
calm, blue water.
  As soon as my ass was under the water I felt his hand on it,
pushing aside the band of material that ran between my cheeks.  I
felt his finger on my anus.  He pushed on it, hard, and I gasped
and hopped away.  He grasped the g-string and pulled me back, and
put his finger back there.  It was only a moment before I felt
his knuckle slide past my anal ring.
  "Stand still a minute," he said.  We stopped, his finger still
part of the way inside my ass.  There were a lot of swimmers in
the water, but only a couple of kids were watching us.
  "That hurts," I said.  But I remembered again what Ben had told
me to do, so I arched my back and tried to open my asshole for
Nathan, the good slut that Ben had told me to be.  I felt his
finger all the way up inside my hole.
  "I traded a lot for you," said Nathan. He lifted me by the
finger impaling me, and pushed me forward, out into deeper water.
  "Ben told me Ryan saw you sneaking home last night -- do you
want to know why she caught you?"  As we walked I felt his hand
moving behind me, and I knew he was working another finger into
my asshole.  I gasped again.  He kept walking me out deeper.  The
water was up to my tits.
  "She caught you because she sneaked out last night herself to
see me down here in the water.  I had her right out here -- only
it was nice and dark last night of course.  And we were all
alone."
  The water was up to my chin, except when a wave came by.  These
waves were only a few inches high but I had to hop as each one
came through, to keep my face out of the water.  I had a little
plastic, watertight tube around my neck to hold my room key, and
it bobbed in front of me.  Since Nathan was taller than me, he
could stand still in the water and it reached only to his
sternum, each wave cresting around his neck.
  "I want to see your tits," said Nathan.
  What had happened to the nervous boy back by the pool?  He
jerked me up by my asshole and I started.  I took loose the tie
at my neck and let the bikini top fall around my breasts, the
material floating on the water.  This far out we were pretty much
alone, and he was facing me out toward the open sea, so I don't
think anybody could see.
  "Ryan has a sexy little body," said Nathan.  "I think she's
built to fuck.  What do you think?"
  "Did -- did you --"  The wave was on me but Nathan held me down
so I couldn't escape it, two fingers of his one hand in my ass
and his other hand around my thighs.  The water submerged me up
to my eyes for a moment and I coughed seawater out from my lungs.
  "Don't jump," said Nathan.  "Be careful and you won't drown." 
He pushed his fingers into me again.  "I got into her pants last
night.  I had my finger right there on her cherry.  I got her off
on my hand."
  I made myself remain flatfooted when the next wave came by, and
closed my eyes as it washed over my face again.  Nathan's hand
left my thighs.  I noticed his hips squirming, and I knew he was
letting down his swimsuit.  He put my hand on his bare cock.  It
was a boy's cock, not as big as Ben's.  But he was very hard for
me.
  "I put her hand on my cock just like this," said Nathan.  "She
was grunting when she came and she was so sweet.  I could have
nailed her right out here in the water."
  He withdrew his fingers from my asshole and pulled my backside
against his crotch.  "You know what I want," he said. "In your
ass."  I did know, and I tried to fit his cock into my ass for
him.  He hadn't taken my daughter's virginity.  The bargain was
that I was his, in exchange for Ryan.  I sobbed but I couldn't
have said whether I shed any tears -- the saltwater was washing
over my face.
  "Thank you," I said.  "Thank you for not -- for stopping when
you did."
  "I could have taken that cherry, but no -- I was a good guy.  I
told her we'd wait until I could get her into a bed and do it
right.  So I had her get me off with her hand."
  I couldn't get myself up high enough to stick his cock into me,
so Nathan hauled me up a little by my armpits, and I groped
behind me to guide his cock into my ass.  I sucked in my breath
as he let me slip down, forcing me further onto him.
  "I've had five virgins," said Nathan -- wistfully I think. 
"Two in one night one time, together.  It is the sweetest thing
in the world when a girl opens up for the first time just for
you, and your cock pops her with that little yelp you girls
make."
  I was riding his cock as best I could, all the way up my ass,
bent over a little to make it easier, the waves washing my hair
into my eyes.  The saltwater was terrible inside my ass.  I
grimaced but kept quiet.  I thought to myself that now I needed
Nicole to draw another line on my backside.  It was odd to be
fucked without really being aroused at all, to have it hurt me,
but to endure it without speaking.
  "If that dude Ben wasn't so fucking big -- and fucking
persuasive -- I'd have done Ryan today anyway.  I promised myself
this morning when he talked it over with me, that if I couldn't
pop Ryan's cherry I was going to fuck your ass out here in the
water where I could have -- should have -- fucked your daughter."
  He used his hands to pull and push his cock in and out of my
ass.  The water covered me for another moment, and I shook my
head to clear my eyes.  The same boys who had watched Nathan oil
me down by the pool were back now, twenty feet from us, watching.
  "Yeah, that's right," Nathan said to them, pumping me harder. 
"I'm fucking her ass."  He jerked and I knew he was cumming. 
"And no, you can't have her next.  I'm taking her back to her
room to do her again."
  He finished after five or six good, strong thrusts into me, and
pushed me off of him.  He pulled up his shorts and said, "Wrap up
your tits and let's go fuck you nice and slow somewhere."
  I tied the top back together and ran the thong back between my
ass cheeks.  I hoped his cum would wash away from my ass by the
time we got out of the water, so it wouldn't leak out of me as I
walked off the beach.
  I had no doubt he had plenty of sexual stamina to do me again,
at least once more if not twice.  I didn't argue; I just wanted
to get through the crowds so he could fuck me in private.  As I
led him back toward our suite -- back once again to get fucked in
that suite! -- I asked myself how many people had actually seen
me fucked in just these first two days here in Jamaica; how many
had heard the rumor about the slut who was letting anybody at her
who wanted her; how many had had me pointed out to them with a
nudge and a wink.
  I opened the suite's door, a little hesitantly even though I
was almost sure the maid must be done by now.  And in fact she
had finished; the place was neatly straightened.  There was the
couch to which I'd been tied, earlier this morning, innocent now
and uninteresting.
  "Fuck," said Nathan.  "You must be a rich lady.  My folks have
one bedroom and I'm sleeping on a couch in the other room."  He
poked his nose into each of the two bedrooms and whistled.
  "We -- we requested a small suite like yours," I said.  "I
think Ben must have paid for the upgrade to make sure we'd be
next door to Nicole and him."
  "Shit, if Ryan had told me she had her own bedroom I'd have
taken her back here last night."
  He took me into his arms and held my ass with both hands.  He
grinned.  "Do you suppose Ryan might come home and catch us
here?"
  "We can go to the master bedroom -- my bedroom.  We can lock
the door, and close the drapes."
  Nathan shook his head.  "We're going to fuck in Ryan's bed," he
said.  "You're going to get in her bed and open your legs like a
good girl.  But first," he said, turning me around and pushing me
toward the bathroom, "first let's clean off the saltwater."
  He dropped his wet swimsuit in the doorway of Ryan's room, and
walked into her bathroom.  I followed him meekly and slipped off
Nicole's bikini from my body as he turned on the shower.  He
looked at me with a smile.
  "You do have a good body," he said.  "I'm glad you take care of
yourself."  He pulled me close again.  As our bodies touched I
felt his cock stiffening and I felt a little thrill knowing that
my body was exciting him.
  "How is it possible," I asked him, "that you have all this
sexual experience and... aggressiveness?"
  He laughed as he tested the water with his hand and made an
adjustment.
  "It's genetic," he said.  "I've been watching my old man since
I was a little kid."  He pushed me into the shower ahead of him.
The water felt good on me.  He pushed me back, directly under the
spray, took my breast in his hand and massaged it.  He kissed me
for the first time, as he handed me the soap.  I washed us both,
feeling my body begin to respond for him.
  He pulled his mouth back from me, and looked away thoughtfully.
 "I think, though," he said, "this guy Ben is the first man I've
met who's out of the old man's league."  He looked back into my
eyes.  "He said I could help get you knocked up."
  I looked down and nodded.  He forced my head back up and kissed
me again.  I felt his cock poke me hard just above my pussy. 
"You're not on the pill?"  I shook my head.  He laughed.
  He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed down without
speaking.  I dropped to my knees for him, found his cock with my
mouth, and began to suck him.  He leaned back against the wall
opposite the shower head, and I settled down under the spray to
bathe his cock with my tongue.  I knew he wouldn't want me to
make him cum -- he'd want to fuck me -- so I made sure to give
him a slow, sensual, but not intense blowjob.  I took his balls
one by one into my mouth, and carressed his ass.  I felt him
shift above me, and suddenly the water spraying onto my back was
uncomfortably hot.  It wasn't enough to burn me but it made me
squirm.  I tried to pull away but he held my head to his crotch,
so I stayed there and kept sucking him.  I wondered how hot I
could have tolerated that shower water, asked myself briefly if I
could have kneeled there while he made the water hot enough to
scald me.
  In a few minutes he pulled his cock from me, pulled me up to my
feet, and shut off the water.  He tossed me one of Ryan's towels,
taking the other for himself.  "Come on," he said after he'd
dried himself quickly.  "Don't worry about drying your hair --
it'll just be one more wet spot on Ryan's bed."
  He led me out of the bathroom, pulling my towel from me and
tossing it back beside the shower.  "Pull back the sheets and get
yourself ready," said Nathan.  "On all fours.  Like a bitch."  So
I turned down my daughter's bed and got on it, on my hands and
knees, my head down on her pillows, water dripping from my wet
hair.  I reached under me to play with myself, to get myself a
little wet so he could fuck me like a dog without hurting me.
  I heard him lift the phone handset from the nightstand beside
me.
  After a pause he said, "Hey man, I'm in Ryan's room with her."
He paused, then laughed.  "Yeah... she's on all fours with her
ass up in the air.  Waiting for me....  No, it's cool.  Wanna
talk to her?"
  He pushed the phone at me and I looked at it dumbly.  He tapped
the earpiece against my head, hard enough to hurt.  I took it
from him.
  "Hello?" I said.  I heard Nathan behind me, felt the bed move
as he climbed onto it.
  "Hi Anne," said Ben's voice.  "Have you been a good girl for
Nathan?"  I felt Nathan's body behind me, positioning himself.  I
arched my spine for him, pushing out my pussy.  He put his left
hand on my cock, and I felt his right hand at my crotch, holding
his cock, looking for my slit.
  "I -- I think so," I said.  "I haven't said no to him."  I
gasped into the phone as his cock found my pussy, and he pushed
at me.  I opened my legs a little more to help him.
  "Yeah, baby," said Nathan.  "Talk to him about me fucking you."
  "He -- oh, God -- he's fucking me now.  He just put his cock in
me and he's... he's pumping me pretty hard.  Uhhhh...." He was
pushing at me so hard he was forcing my head down into the
pillows, and it was hard to talk into the phone.  My head hit the
headboard hard.  Nathan put both hands on my hips and tugged me
backward, and then fucked me hard again, moving his hands to the
cheeks of my ass, spreading them wide open.
  "He says you're satisfactory," said Ben in my ear.  "That's
good.  You're keeping your end of my bargain with him.  You know,
Anne -- it's possible I left out a couple details of that bargain
when I described it to you."
  "What -- what are you talking about?" I asked.
  "I'll tell you in a minute.  First things first -- I want you
to get off, Anne.  Are you playing with yourself while Nathan
fucks you?"
  I put my hand back under myself, ran my hands first over
Nathan's cock where it met my pussy, caressed his balls, then
settled on my clit.
  "I -- I am now."
  Ben talked softly into my ear, letting me know what a good slut
I was.  Nathan was content to fuck me steadily and quietly as I
lay there, listening to Ben, rubbing my pussy, gradually building
toward my cum.
  "What do you think Ryan would think of her mother fucking her
boyfriend?" asked Ben.  "Do you think she'll forgive you?"
  I moaned into the phone.  "She wouldn't talk to me forever if
she knew."  "She'd leave me, go to live with her Dad and -- and
God knows what he'd do with her.  You can't let her find out."
  "Oh, she was always bound to find out," said Ben.  "Ask Nathan
to tell you the rest of our bargain.  Go on, ask him now, Anne."
  I didn't want to know.  But I held the phone away from my ear
and turned my head on the pillow.  "Nathan," I said, "Ben told me
to ask you -- uhhh... to ask you about his bargain with you."
  "You want to know, Anne?" asked Nathan.  "You want the
details?"
  "Yessss," I hissed, my fingers still working my clit.
  "All right," said Nathan.  "The bargain was that Ben gets
Ryan's cherry.  And first crack at her ass."  He was pounding me
with his cock as his words stuck in my head.  I wanted to crawl
away but at the same time now I wanted to get myself off, on his
cock and my fingers.  "He gets to make Ryan his girl, not mine. 
And -- in exchange -- I get to fuck you -- and Nicole -- and
Ryan.  All at least once.  And whatever other little girls he
winds up with.  What do you think?"
  I only moaned again.
  "So get yourself off on that thought," said Nathan.
  Into the phone I said, "She -- I don't see how you'd convince
Ryan to do this."
  Ben laughed.  "Ryan likes Nicole, Anne.  Very much.  Have you
noticed that?"
  "Yes," I said.  "Oh God.  What are you talking about?"
  "Turn your head toward the window," said Ben, softly, into my
ear.
  So I turned the other way, toward the open window.  I will
always remember the sight.  My daughter Ryan stood on our
balcony, just on the other side of the glass, looking in on
Nathan and me.  And Nicole was just behind her -- licking Ryan's
cheek.  Nicole had pushed up Ryan's bathing suit top, and her
left hand was playing with Ryan's nipple.  Her right hand was
inside Ryan's little bikini bottoms.  Ryan's legs were open
several inches, and she was rotating her pelvis against those
fingers.  Ryan's hands were limp at her sides, and in fact it
seemed her whole body was slumped against Nicole.  Her mouth was
slightly open and she licked her lips.  Ryan's eyes were open
wide also, and they rested on mine.
  Nicole watched me also.  She licked my daughter's cheek, found
her earlobe for a moment and sucked it.  Ryan's body sagged down
further and she pressed herself against Nicole's hand.  Nicole
whispered something in Ryan's ear, then smiled sweetly at me.
  "Isn't that beautiful?" said the voice in my ear.  I could only
guess that Ben must be just out of my sight, maybe standing over
on his side of the balcony, at the backdoor of his suite, so that
he could see my daughter in Nicole's arms.  Nathan chuckled and
fucked me even harder.  And I noticed in a detached way that I
was still rubbing myself and didn't feel like stopping.
  "Get yourself off, Anne," said Ben, "while Nathan takes his
shot at breeding you."
  I found that I was indeed about to cum.  God help me.  As I
began to buck against Nathan he grunted himself, and I knew we
would orgasm together.  The pleasure washed over me just as he
jerked behind me, and I felt his cock spasm and his cum bathe the
inside of my pussy.  I looked outside again.  Nicole's hand was
moving furiously against my daughter's pussy, and Ryan's hand
covered it from the outside of her bikini.  Ryan's hips rotated
hard, and her head lolled back on Nicole's shoulder.  Nicole
planted little kisses on her neck and her ear, and then Nicole
took Ryan's chin in her left hand and turned my daughter's head
toward her so that she could give Ryan a long, slow, openmouthed
kiss.  I saw Ryan's tongue playing with Nicole's.
  "I'm going to want them both in my bed tonight, Anne," said
Ben.  "You can come too for a little while, all right?  We'll
make sure Tom sleeps well again."
  Nathan pulled himself out of me and pushed me down onto my
side.  He stayed on his knees on the bed.  I scooted my body
down, still holding the phone.  "All right," I said.  "You know
I'm going to do whatever you want."  I dropped the phone onto the
bed so that I could use both hands to hold myself in place, so
that I could do a good job of cleaning Nathan's cock with my
mouth.

To be continued... 
