HAVING ANNE by HillBilly

Chapter 2 (MFF, Mdom, Reluc, Wife, Humil, Interr)

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  The next morning Ryan, Tom, and I ate breakfast at a patio
table outside one of the three resort restaurants.  Tom chattered
about the golf course he'd be playing in a couple of hours.  Ryan
talked about learning to windsurf.  She had her light brown hair
in a ponytail.  Over her bikini bottoms she wore a little white
pair of shorts that showed a little of her bottom, and she wore a
knit swimsuit top that showed quite a bit of her developing
breasts.  She was my beautiful little girl, and I wanted to tell
her to cover up a little more, but just glancing around I could
see several girls her age wearing less.  I myself wore a pretty
conservative pair of shorts and a tee shirt, and I'd told Tom and
Ryan that my plan for the day was to lounge by a pool and read.
  I was hoping just to get through the day without running into
Ben or Nicole.  And as we finished breakfast alone as a family, I
began to think that might be possible.  We strolled around the
resort grounds, noting the dock where several small pontoon boats
were moored, ready for island cruises later in the day.  There
were four different swimming pools besides the sea itself, which
was a a beautiful blue.  Already, so early in the day, black
Jamaican waiters and waitresses carried tropical drinks to mostly
white couples stretched out in reclining beach chairs.
  Tom kissed me good-bye as we completed our tour of the resort,
and told me to expect him at about 4:00 that afternoon.  And just
then I felt a hand on my back, and saw Ben wrap his other arm
around Tom's shoulders.
  "Hello neighbors," he greeted us.  Ryan and Tom smiled at him.
He was even more beautiful in swim trunks and a sleeveless shirt.
 Tall, tanned, just a few lines in his face and his body like a
rock.
  "Where's Nicole?" asked Tom.
  "She's out for a swim," said Ben.  "There's a secluded little
section of the beach over to the east, and that's her favorite
spot.  I'm going to join her in a few minutes."
  "Really?" said Ryan.  "That sounds great."
  "Well, it is," said Ben.  But then he frowned a little,
sympathetically.  "I know she'd love to hang out with you, Ryan.
I'm afraid they do try to keep that section apart for people over
18."  He saw Ryan's face fall a little.  "I think they mainly
want to keep the little kids out so they won't bother the adults.
 You may be able to join her sometime.  You two would get along
very well."  He smiled at us all, and I shivered.
  Tom pulled himself away to meet the van that was hired to carry
the golfers the few miles to the course.
  As we watched him walk away, Ben said, "You know, Ryan, one of
Nicole's favorite things is windsurfing.  Do you know how?"
  "No, I've never done it" she said. "But I'd love to try.  Is
she good?"
  "Well, she's better than me. But I'm sure she'd love to go out
with you later today.  You know, I noticed there are lessons
starting in a few minutes, so maybe you can give it a try with an
instructor, and then the two of you could go out together this
afternoon."
  Ryan looked at me for permission.  What could I say but yes? 
The whole idea of the vacation was to have as much fun in the sun
as we all could handle.  She danced away to join up.
  "Well, Mrs. Palmer," said Ben, facing me and smiling.  "It's
just the two of us for a while."
  "I thought you were going back to the beach to join Nicole."
  "Why don't we both join her?"  He put his arm around my waist
and hugged me.  "But you can't swim in that.  You'll have to
change."
  "I -- I was planning to spend the day reading.  I -- I have a
book."
  He laughed and drew me to him, ran both his hands from his
shoulders to cup my ass.  I squirmed but he held me tight.  He
whispered in my ear.  "Don't fight me.  Nobody here knows you,
Anne.  Anybody who might be watching is thinking that we're a
couple.  Why not?  A few of them will remember seeing you with
two different men, and they'll gossip a little between
themselves.  Who cares?  You'll never see them again.  Who do you
suppose they'll think is your husband -- Tom, or me?"
  I pushed against him again but my arms hands were trapped
between our bodies so I doubt anybody noticed me struggle.
  "Let's make them think it's me, Anne.  Kiss me."  He bent his
head toward me, but I lowered my chin.  "You have a few choices
here," he said into my neck.  "You could still scream, just as
you could have last night.  You can stand as you are, refusing
me, and in that case I will feel free to explore your body as I
please, here in this public place, in front of kids and ladies
and lecherous old men; and then later, in private, I'll
discipline you.  Or you can lift up your head and open your mouth
so I can kiss you."
  So I did as he wanted.  I noticed several men watching as I
tilted back my head back.  He reached up his hands to cup my
cheeks in his palms, and I let him run his tongue deep into my
throat.
  He broke the kiss and whispered, "Tell me Anne, just out of
curiosity.  Did Tom fuck you last night, or was he too tired?"
  "Why are you doing this to me?" I murmered.
  "Because I can, Anne.  You're letting me, you want me to. 
Answer my question."
  "No, Tom didn't, uh -- fuck me last night."
  "Wow," he whispered back.  "You were very wet when I had my
finger in your pussy.  Weren't you pretty hot, Anne?"
  "Yes.  Yes, I -- was wet and hot."
  "And now?  Are you wet again?"
  "Please don't do this," I said.
  But I let him lead me toward the wing where both our suites
were located.  His right hand eased partway into my shorts as we
walked, and rubbed the top of my ass.  I knew people were
watching.  As we ducked under a palm, in a somewhat secluded area
around the side of the main resort building, he reached over with
his left hand and undid the button at the front of my shorts, and
dropped the zipper partway down.
  "Don't touch that, please," he said casually.  As we walked on
I could feel the shorts dropping lower on my hips, and I was sure
the top of my panties were visible.  I felt guilty because he'd
told me last night he didn't like panties.
  "Remind me," he said.  "What was it you told me last night? 
What did you think was possible today?"
  "I have to pull up my pants," I said.  They were starting to
fall off me.  He glanced down and smiled.
  "You look beautiful to me.  But you do have a problem, don't
you?" He stopped me and glanced around.  We were away from most
of the more public resort areas, headed toward our more isolated
building, but there was one young couple approaching us, maybe
thirty yards away.
  "Your panties look a little like bikini bottoms," he said. 
"Take off your shorts and it'll be OK."
  "But I --"
  "The longer you wait the closer they get."  He made his voice
firm.  "And you will take your shorts off by the time they get
here."
  I did as he said.  As I picked up my shorts he said, "Answer my
question, as they pass us."  We began to walk again.  I felt
ridiculous.  My cotton panties had a little flower print so they
obviously were underwear, not a bikini.  My tee shirt might
almost have covered them, but he lifted it from the back to make
sure the panties were completely exposed.  Anyway the couple had
seen me take off my shorts, and they were looking at me with open
mouths.
  I murmered, "Oh God."  They were young, maybe in their early
twenties.  They both kept staring at me.  As they passed I spoke,
loud enough for them to hear, "I told you that it was possible
you might fuck me today."
  Ben laughed and slapped my ass.  I know they heard the slap as
well.  "What do you think now, Anne?  Possible? Or would you say
likely?"
  "I think you'll fuck me."
  He walked me to the door of my family's suite.  As I fumbled
for the key he stepped behind me, grabbed the waistband of my
panties in both his hands and pulled, ripping the elastic and
then the fabric.  When he let go, as the door opened, my panties
fell around my feet.  He held me in place and pulled my tee shirt
over my head, and tossed it into the room.  He grasped the back
of my bra with both hands, and pulled at it until the hooks
broke.  When he drew the bra over my arms and off, I was naked
except for my sandles, outside the door of our suite.  He reached
around me and ran his hands over my belly.
  "Remind me, Anne.  What was it I did last night when I wanted
your attention?  It seemed to work pretty well."
  "You -- played with my breasts."
  He laughed at me.  "Anne, you don't have breasts any more. 
From now on you have tits, and a cunt, and an ass."
  "You played with my tits," I said.
  "I twisted your nipples. What am I going to do as soon as you
walk into your suite?"
  I paused, but of course I knew the answer.  There wasn't any
question.  "You're going to fuck me." I heard him draw a breath
to prompt me again, and I added, "You're going to fuck my cunt
with your cock."
  "That's correct, Anne.  Now pick a bed.  Do you want to get
fucked on your daughter's bed, or your husband's bed?"  He put
his hand on my pussy.  I spread my legs for him and arched my
back, pushing my ass into his crotch.
  "You can do me on my husband's bed."  It's Jamaica, I was
thinking.  Not really my life.  Just an intermission, and at the
very worst this will end when the vacation ends.
  He pushed me hard into the room, and I stumbled over the
panties still bunched at my feet.  I fell onto all fours.  He
pulled the door shut behind him.  I heard him drop his shorts,
and I felt his hands on my back, holding me down.  Then I felt
his cock at the lips of my pussy.
  "Let's just break the ice here at the threshold," he said, and
I arched my back to give him better access to me.  He pushed his
cock well into me.  I could tell it was very big, certainly
larger than Tom's.  I lowered my head toward the ground and
spread my legs even wider for him.  He drew back and rammed into
me, and I felt him very deep inside.
  "Ohhhhh," I murmered.  "Fuck me."  I could already feel an
orgasm building up.
  He pumped me, working his cock around all the secret little
folds inside me.  And I humped him back, moaning, almost crying,
ready to cum.  Then he took his cock away from me.
  "No!" I cried.  "I need it now."
  "You need what?"
  "I need your cock.  I need to cum."  I looked back and saw his
cock for the first time.  "Oh my God, it is big.  It's
beautiful."
  He took his cock in his right hand, and rubbed the tip against
my clit.  "Yessss," I said.
  "Whose are you now?" he asked me.
  "I'm yours. Please fuck me.  If you just put your cock in me I
know I'll cum."  He kept up a rhythm with his cock, up and down
my slit, against my clit.
  "Are you on the pill, Anne?  Because I'm not going to use a
condom with you, ever."
  "No," I moaned.  "I -- Tom's had a vasectomy.  But it's OK, I
don't care, just fuck me."
  "Wow.  Tom's been neutered?  Is that what you're telling me?"
  "Yesss."
  "And I'm going to cum inside you."
  "Yes, it's all right, I want it."
  "So I'm not just going to fuck you, Anne.  I'm going to breed
you.  Right?"
  "Oh my God," I said.  "Yes, all right, please breed me."
  "If I own you, then I own all the things that are yours."  That
cock, ready to fuck, but just teasing me.
  "Yessss.  You own it all."
  "And what I tell you to do, Anne, you do.  Anything."
  "I'll do what you say," I moaned.  But it was just for today. 
At most for the vacation.  It wasn't really my life.
  He drew his cock back and rammed it into me.  I had to work
hard to brace back with my hands on the floor.  It felt like he
was filling me all the way up to my cervix.  My hands slipped and
I fell onto my face.  I lay there and let him push my cheek back
and forth, into the carpet.  When he reached a finger around me,
touching my clit, I exploded.  I pushed my ass back against him
over and over as waves of orgasm ran through me.  It was so good,
and it had been so long.  He let me finish, and then he pulled
out.
  "Now you've had your cum," he said, smiling.  "Was that nice?"
  "Yes," I murmured.  "Thank you."
  He stood, offered me a hand, and pulled me up.  His cock was
still rock hard, thick, long, and proud.  I stood with my hands
at my sides.  He glanced around the room.  "I see the maid hasn't
come by yet.  That's both good news and bad news for you.  Tell
me why."
  "I don't know," I said.
  "Well, good news because the bed sheets will get changed," he
said.  "Bad news -- because the maid could pop in and find me in
Tom's bed with you.  That is where you said you wanted to fuck,
isn't it?"
  And I hung my head and nodded; I had after all told him to do
me in Tom's bed rather than Ryan's.
  "Now I think it's time to breed you, Anne.  So get in your
husband's bed, on your back, and open your pussy wide for my
cock."
  I did it.  I threw off the covers, got in our bed on my back,
and lifted my legs up to my head.  I held them down by my face
with my hands.
  "You really are an obedient little pussy," he laughed, as he
climbed into the bed with me, on top of me.  He held himself up
by both arms as his cock dangled before my pussy.  "Now put the
horns on your husband again.  Put my cock inside your cunt."
  I did.  I grabbed his cock with my left hand, and placed it at
my slit.  He pushed in and began to pump, slowly and deliberately
but picking up speed.  He told me to lift up my head to watch him
fuck me, and I did.  He told me to reach between us and caress
his balls, and I did that too.  He asked me to put two fingers
around his cock and feel it slide between them, into my pussy. 
He told me to play with my clit and get ready to cum again.  I
felt him humping harder, banging my body so hard I thought he
might hurt me.  I knew he was about to cum, and I was going to
let him fill my pussy.  In a few minutes I could be pregnant. 
That would NOT be just for the vacation.
  "Later I'm going to mark you, Anne.  I always label my
property, one way or another."
  Part of my brain rebelled.  But what could I do, with his cock
already inside me?  And it was a beautiful cock.  I relaxed my
body and let him go, and began to crest again.  I could feel
myself rotating my pussy, and pushing it back against him at the
same time.  I could not have stopped myself.
  "Tell me, Anne.  Do you want me to mark you?"
  "You can mark me," I said, between ragged breaths.  "If you
want.  Uhhhh.  You know I won't stop you."  But that wouldn't be
just for a vacation either, I thought.  So that's where I'll draw
the line.  Later.
  "No you won't stop me," he grunted.  He rammed me even harder 
and grunted.  I felt his cum jetting in my pussy, and that
sensation took me over the top again.
  When he finished cumming he pulled his cock away from me and
stood beside the bed.  I felt my pussy full of him.  "Bring your
mouth to me, Anne.  Always when I cum you offer your mouth, to
clean my cock.  OK?"
  So it was while I sucked him that the maid came in.  I heard
the door opening, and I tried to pull away but he grabbed the
back of my head and locked my mouth around him.  We heard her
singing as she walked through the suite's common room; I looked
over at her and squirmed as she entered the bedroom.  She was a
young black girl in a light blue dress uniform, large and
muscular, but rather pretty.  For a moment she only stared, her
mouth open.  Then she squealed, "So sorry!" and began to back
away.
  "No!" said Ben, firmly, and she stopped and looked at him. 
"It's OK.  Sorry to startle you."  He had removed his hand from
my head but pumped his cock further into my throat.  I knew he
wanted me to keeep sucking him, and I did.  "You can watch if you
want.  I'm just taking my neighbor's little wife.  So don't be
alarmed if you see me here in this suite again some morning,
fucking her.  You can just go right on cleaning around us.  Right
Anne?"  He pulled his cock away and I dropped my head but nodded.
  "I don't think she can hear you," said Ben.  He took his cock
in his hand and slapped it against my face.
  "Oh God, yes, he -- he's welcome here.  He can fuck me any time
he wants."
  He rubbed his cock against my lips, so I opened my mouth to
take him again.  The girl still stood there, quiet.  "Will you be
our maid for the whole week?" asked Ben.
  "Yes -- yes I am your maid all the time," said the woman.
  "That's great.  We'll hope to see you again, maybe tomorrow. 
There will be a nice tip for you."  He pulled his cock away from
me.  "Come on, Anne, I Hknow you want my cum again but let's get
you ready for the beach."  As I rose the maid half smiled,
nervously, and went about straightening the bed.
  He pulled my head away from his cock and lifted me to my feet.
He was almost hard again, and though I covered my breasts with
one arm and my pussy with the other, I admit that some part of me
regretted that he wasn't going to fuck me one more time, there in
front of the maid.  I felt his cum leaking down the inside of my
thigh.
  "Do you think you're bred, Anne?" Ben asked.  He winked at the
maid.  Of course I blushed, and hung my head.  He took my wrist
in his left hand, and pulled it away from my breasts.  Then, like
last night, he grasped my nipple between his thumb and forefinger
and twisted until I gasped.  "You ought to answer me, Anne," said
Ben.
  "I -- I don't know but I don't think so.  I'm not ready for
another few days."
  "All right then," he said.  "We'll just have to keep fucking,
won't we?  We want to leave you pregnant, don't we?  But anyway,
show me the clothes you brought along to Jamaica."
  I took him over to the armoire where I had put away my clothes.
 He examined my dresses indifferently.  He shook his head over my
half dozen shorts, holding them up, and tossing three of them
onto the floor.  One of the three left was a short, loose fitting
cotton pair that I wore to bed sometimes, and another, which I
wore to the gym, was lycra and also short.  I'd brought along
three swimsuits, two one-piece suits and one bikini.
  "Do you have a scissors?" he asked the maid.  She went to her
cart, and brought back a shears.  Ben asked the maid to hold one
of my one-piece suits, and he cut a hole through the crotch, so
that my pussy would be exposed if I wore it.  He did the same for
same for the other suit, and then smiled at the maid.  She smiled
back at him, and when she glanced briefly at me I saw the first
sign of contempt and superiority.
  "I'm going to teach her to eat pussy," said Ben to the maid. 
"Are you interested?"  Again I hung my head, as the maid laughed.
  Ben told me to put on the bikini, and so I did, as they both
watched.  Ben was still naked, and I saw the maid look at his
cock occasionally, appreciatively, but Ben seemed not to notice.
I was relieved to be wearing something again.  Ben shook his head
again and murmured, "These will have to do for right now."
  "She is very beautiful," said the maid.
  "Yes," said Ben, "but I have some work to do before she's a
really good slut.  Anyway -- if you think Anne is beautiful, wait
until you meet her daughter Ryan."  He rubbed my behind through
the bikini bottoms.
  "No!" I said.
  Ben immediately grasped me firmly around the waist in his left
hand, brought his right hand back, and spanked me -- very hard --
on my ass.  It hurt really bad.  I covered my behind with my
hand, but Ben reached under the bikini top and twisted my nipple
again, harder than before, and I sobbed.
  "Move your hand from your ass, Anne," said Ben.  "I want to
punish you."  I began to cry, and I looked over at the maid.  She
was biting her lip.  I moved my hand between our bodies, and Ben
struck me twice more on the ass, as hard as he could.
  "Two things," said Ben.  "First, when a man rubs your ass you
push it out and let him do what he wants.  Do you understand?"  I
nodded, the tears falling down.
  "Second, if I want to take Ryan from you I can.  The only way
you can stop that from happening is to be the best little slut
you can possibly be so I don't lose interest in you.  OK?"  I
nodded again.
  "All right then," said Ben.  Then he smiled mischievously. 
"She does have a sweet little body though, doesn't she Anne?"
  It didn't take long to go through my underwear.  He held up
each brassiere in turn, so the maid could cut through the strap
between the cups.  Then he held up each pair of panties, and she
cut through the crotches.  "No panties or bras anymore on this
trip," he said.  Then he took up the pile of clothes on the floor
and gave them to the maid, asking her to put them in her trash
bag.  "Nicole will take you shopping in town sometime.  Until
then you'll have to make do with what you have left here, or else
you can borrow something from her or Ryan."
  We went back to the living room of the suite, and Ben put on
his shorts.  He went up to the maid, and kissed her briefly on
the lips.  She  opened her mouth for him.  Ben said, "If you see
her husband, don't say anything to him about this, OK?  He
doesn't know yet."  Again I blushed and squirmed, and the maid
nodded and smiled.
  She came up to me, and ran her hand down my side.  Then she
kissed me, and pushed out her tongue against my lips.  So I
opened them, and let her explore my mouth.  When she finished she
said, "I hope I see you again tomorrow morning."  As Ben and I
walked out the door, she went back to making up the suite.

