HAVING ANNE by Hillbilly Chapter 3 (MFF, Mdom, reluc, wife, humil) *********************************************************** WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it. This is a copyrighted work. Copyright by Hillbilly. Reposting or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the express, written permission of the author, except that it may be posted as part of a review or posted to a free-access, noncommercial archive sites. DISCLAIMER: All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to anyone, either alive or dead, is purely coincidental. Please! Send me your comments! Email to hillbillywriter2@yahoo.com *********************************************************** 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.