HAVING ANNE by Hillbilly Chapter 4 (M+/F, FF, Mdom, 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 *********************************************************** I was drowsing in bed that afternoon when I heard the suite's front door lock click. I heard my husband Tom set down his golf clubs by the door. Ben had told me to fuck Tom this afternoon, so he wouldn't want me tonight -- so that I'd be free for Ben. I went through a panicky, mental checklist: anything out of order in the room? No... the maid had cleaned up after Ben had fucked me here, and she'd taken away with her the panties and bras she and Ben had cut up. What about me? My pussy had been pretty well used this morning and Ben had told me not to shower, but I had at least sprayed myself with a nice scent. I'd worn my loose little shorts and a tee shirt to bed for my nap. There was just the little problem that my pubic area was shaven bare! And then there were the magic marker lines on my pussy and tits, Nicole's scorecard of the number of peole I'd fucked and sucked so far. I could hide all that -- but Ben had told me to fuck Tom this afternoon, and how could he not notice the marks and my bare pussy? I had decided earlier my one chance was to rely on Tom's own awkwardness in bed. So I stayed under the covers, and stretched as he walked through the bedroom doorway. He smiled at me, that lopsided, friendly, harmless grin. I could tell he'd been out in the Jamaica sun all day -- he was a little red on his face and bare arms below the sleeves of his polo shirt. He'd been sweating. "Wow, what an incredible place to play golf!" said Tom. "I'm glad," I replied. "Ryan's out at the beach. Come and nap with me?" I pushed the bedsheet down over my bare tummy and held it open for him, but he smiled and shook his head. "Let me shower and I'll tell you about the golf," he said, walking into the bathroom as he began to strip. I leaned on an elbow and looked at his ass in his white briefs -- a little beefy but he was OK. He pulled them off and turned. His cock was not a bad size, not as big as Ben of course and not even the other man, the one on the beach -- but it was enough, wasn't it? I could definitely seduce my husband in the shower but then he'd see my shaved pussy. He'd have to see eventually, right? Better to delay though... so I let him run his water, and listened while he took his shower. I got out of bed and shut the bedroom door -- I was sure Ryan wouldn't be home, but Tom would never even make out with me, if it were open. I closed the drapes, too, and the room was dark -- good. When Tom came out with his towel wrapped around his waist, I was back in the bed. He grinned, looked around the dim room, and said, "Uh-oh. What's going on?" Thank God -- it wouldn't be hard. I sat up on the bed and crooked a finger at him. When he walked over I kissed his belly and left nipple. He lifted my face to kiss my mouth as I loosened the towel. Not a bad kiss -- sweet, gentle. Not overpowering. But kissing him now felt like a chore, an assignment, part of something I'd been told to do. So I broke the kiss and lowered my head to his cock, which was nicely hard already. I licked his thighs, and then reached my head down to tongue his balls. I hadn't done that much -- hard to remember not to be too enthusiastic, not to show that I'd been practicing! I took his cock in my mouth and pulled it in deep, almost letting it down my throat, working my tongue. He groaned and pumped a little -- gently. When Tom pulled away I knew it was because he'd been on the verge of cumming. And it was his rule never to cum before me. So when he pushed me back onto my back I knew he wanted to go down on me -- but if he did that of course, I was toast. So I pulled him on top of me and moaned at him, "Please -- just fuck me, OK? I just want your cock in my pussy." I pulled the sheet over both uf us and pulled down my shorts -- no panties, of course, as directed by Ben. "Are you sure," asked Tom? I knew him well enough to understand he was speaking quietly in case Ryan were to walk into the suite. I was none too lubricated really, although I'd put a hand in my pants to rub myself while I sucked him. It might hurt a little. "Absolutely ready for you," I murmured as I grasped his cock and rubbed it across my pussy lips. "I want to feel you in me." And I guided it in, a little gingerly, but Tom was a patient lover and he felt I was still a little dry, so he pumped me slowly. I spread my legs wide and put my hands on his, on my tits, under my tee shirt, so he wouldn't get the idea of reaching for my clit. Then he was all the way inside me, pumping, his hands down on the bed so he could get better leverage. Occasionally he would lean his head down to kiss my lips or my neck, and I groaned around him. It felt -- good. But it almost felt dirty, like I was cheating on Ben by fucking my husband, even though he'd told me to do it. Tom stroked me with his cock, trying, I knew, to massage my clit with his pelvic bone. I responded by whimpering, and whispered, "I want to feel you cum now." And so he groaned, and his back arched, and I knew I'd taken him over the top. I felt his cock grow, and spasm in my pussy, and I felt a wash of his semen. My third balls-load of cum today, this one my husband's and (since he'd had a vasectomy) the only one that couldn't make a baby in me. "I'm sorry," he gasped. "You didn't get yours, did you?" I smiled and kissed him and said, "Sometimes a girl doesn't need an orgasm. Sometimes she just wants to get fucked." Tom let his weight fall on me and we rested for a while with his cock growing soft inside me. In a few minutes he got off me, and I knew he'd want to shower again, with me this time, but I made the excuse that I had to pee and wanted to douche, and he left me alone in the bathroom. "Tom and Nicole are meeting us for dinner at eight," I called to Tom from behind the closed door. He said he was glad, and I knew he was. And I knew that I really did belong to Ben instead of to Tom. Tom showered right after I got out, so it was easy -- this time -- to slip into my dress for dinner without him noticing I wasn't wearing underwear. And the dress was OK -- it was a red print, cotton blend that came about four inches above my knees as I stood, and that fitted modestly to my breasts without putting them on display or letting them bounce with no bra. It was the one dress I had that would probably be OK to hide myself and that would also probably be acceptable to Ben. Before dinner, as dusk was setting in, Tom wanted me to show him around the resort, where I'd spent my day. Of course I couldn't tell him about the places where I'd been on my back, but we wandered around the pools and the tiki bar, and down to the beach. We saw Ryan and Nicole together, further down the beach, in a three-way frisbee toss with what looked like a teen-aged boy. All three were laughing and jumping and -- being kids. Just looking at Nicole, you'd never have guessed this was the girl who had shaved my pussy under an open public shower earlier today. As we approached, Tom told Ryan that she'd better get ready for dinner. He shook hands with the boy, a curly-haired, athletic young man with a cheerful smile, named Nathan. Nathan spent a little extra time saying good-bye to Ryan, finally squeezing her hand and trotting away. Ryan and Nicole developed a case of the giggles as they watched him move away. Nicole puckered her lips and shaped her arms as if she were holding someone to herself, and a made a wet kissing sound. "That's how he wanted to say good-bye," she said. Ryan and Tom laughed, Ryan blushing a little, and then Ryan and Nicole headed away toward the suites to change. "Huh," said Tom. "What?" I asked. "Well for one thing Nicole's swimsuit looks just like one of yours, doesn't it?" I instantly turned red and looked away to hide my face. "Yes, I loaned it to her," I said. "She needed one and..." I just shrugged, because I couldn't think of a reason why she'd need to borrow my bikini. Tom shrugged too. Why did he have to get observant right now? "She's pretty young for Ben, isn't she?" he asked. "Definitely," I said. "Fun, though," said Ben. We followed Ryan and Nicole, slowly, back toward our suite. We arrived at the resort's American-style restaurant before Tom and Nicole. I had hoped to sit between Ryan and Tom, but I had no reason to press the issue when Ryan picked the chair on the other side of Tom from me. She wore a cute, slinky little black lycra pair of slacks and a shirt with spaghetti straps, that showed a little of her tummy. She chattered about windsurfing with Nicole, who by Ryan's account was both very good and a very good teacher. The two of them planned to spend some more time in the water tomorrow. Ben and Nicole arrived. The innocent frisbee-throwing girl on the beach was gone. She wore a silky red dress cut at an angle across her legs, a couple of inches above her left knee but well up her right thigh. The dres was backless, suspended in front by a loop around her neck, thin enough for her nipples to show through and narrow enough to show us all the sides of her breasts. Her hair was up, and she wore elegant gold earrings and a matching necklace. As she approached I caught a flash of gold between her legs and I realized she was wearing the matching chain on her pussy ring as well. Ben's hand was on her ass as he directed her to our table. Ryan's eyes were wide open at Nicole. Her playmate was transformed. She probably caught a glimpse of the chain as well. If Tom noticed he didn't let on; he just jumped to his feet and greeted them both. Ben set Nicole beside Ryan at the circular table and took the last seat, between Nicole and me. As Nicole sat I heard a little rattle as the chain settled under her. Immediately after Ben sat, he placed his napkin in his lap and while his hand was down there, he ran it over to my thigh, squeezing it and pulling it toward him to open my legs. I started, and Ryan glanced over at us, her eyes still wide -- she had to see where his hand was! But what could I do? I let him spread my legs a little, and he removed his hand in a second or two. Nicole smiled at me as I blushed, and turned to tell Ryan how great she looked, that she loved the little top Ryan wore and that she wished she had Ryan's beautiful face. Ryan flushed too, clearly just out of her depth completely, but pleased at the compliment. Tom was oblivious: hadn't noticed Ben's hand at all, made some inane comment about Nicole's hair, then started talking golf with Ben. After that the meal progressed in a semi-normal, surreal way. The food was very good, and we shared two bottles of wine. Tom made happy talk on my right, occasionally reaching over to pat my arm. Nicole chatted mostly with Ryan, about kid stuff and once for a bit about the boy from the beach. Apparently they were meeting him tomorrow too. Once I noticed Nicole's hand on Ryan's arm, stroking it just a little -- and I could tell from Ryan's face it felt weird to her. But she didn't say anything, and didn't move her arm until she glanced at me and saw me watching. Ben, meanwhile, spent most of his time talking back to Tom. As he did so he would occasionally reach over to caress Nicole -- maybe pet is a better word, as he would reach his hand around her neck and run his fingers over her face. Two or three times he reached over to brush me as well, fairly discreetly, but once when Tom was talking to Nicole he ran his hand up my skirt almost to my pussy -- my legs still held apart for him. One of the weirder moments was when the man who'd fucked me on the beach walked by our table. Nicole cried out to him, and he turned, smiled, and walked over beside her. "Anne!" said Nicole. "You remember Bill, right? From the beach earlier today?" What could I do? I smiled and nodded. "Yes -- hello, how are you?" He walked around to take my hand briefly and -- how could I not -- I introduced him to Tom. "This is my husband, Tom. Tom, we had a -- conversation -- nice conversation -- with Bill today on the beach." "Yeah," grinned Bill as he shook Tom's hand, "I really enjoyed it. You have a great wife, man." Tom, ever the friendly, wonderful man, smiled back and thanked him. He turned as he was walking away and said with another grin, "Hope I see you all on the beach again soon!" It was 10:00 by the time we finished and it was Nicole who suggested dancing for an hour or so in a disco. Ben pointed out she was being rude -- Ryan couldn't go -- but Ryan said it was OK; she was tired and would just as soon go to bed back at the suite. I was thankful to get her away from those two, mindful that it was my job as a parent to protect her from seemed to be starting to happen to my daughter in front of me. Of course I would rather have gone to bed myself but I knew I was scheduled to be up -- or under Ben -- for a while. I think Tom would rather have called it a night also , except that Nicole tugged at his arm, telling him she wanted to dance with him because he'd said earlier that he knew some ballroom steps. So we said good night to Ryan and went in. The music was loud but not obnoxious -- there were two discos in the resort; this was the one for the somewhat older crowd. The Bee Gees were playing as we entered. It was dark. There were tables arrayed around the edge of a big dance floor, and I could see another, smaller dance area in the back. After our eyes adjusted to the dark we made our way to a table. As we sat, Ben leaned over me to say something to Tom, and this time he didn't just caress my thigh -- he took advantage of the dark to pull my legs apart and stroke my pussy. With my husband right beside me! Aross the table, Nicle licked her lips as she watched. Tom and I danced a couple of times to slow tunes, and then of course when the next slow song started Nicole asked to dance with him, and Ben pulled me onto the floor and into his arms. The dance floor was crowded, so it was easy for Nicole to lead Tom one way and for Ben to take me to the opposite side of the floor. And it wasn't long at all before both his hands were on my ass. "Settle your head into my chest, Anne," he said. He lifted my skirt in back -- not all the way up; I don't think he uncovered my ass -- but enough to make clear he could do what he wanted. Then his hands pulled apart my ass cheeks and massaged them deeply. I remember I asked him, "Are you the devil?" I remember he laughed and pinched me hard down there. "Did you do what I asked this afternoon?" "Yes -- I had Tom do me this afternoon, if that's what you mean." "Good. You're beautiful tonight, Anne" said Ben. I sighed. "All my little pussies are beautiful tonight." I stiffened. "All?" "Well -- Ryan's your kitten, and since you're mine that makes her my little baby pussy. See?" "Please. Please leave my daughter alone." "Why?" "She's only fifteen years old!" "So what? Don't be provincial. Repeat after me: somebody's going to fuck my baby." I pushed away from him and looked in his eyes. "You are the devil," I said. He gathered up some more of my dress in his hands and spread my ass again. I wasn't sure -- I might be exposed now. I hid my face in his chest. "Somebody's going to fuck my baby," I said. "You're right," said Ben. "I think somebody's going to have her -- and have a lot of her -- down here Hin Jamaica. Could be that boy, the one who spent so much time with her today. Does she still have her cherry?" "As far as I know she's a virgin. How would I know for sure? And what are you talking about, about this boy?" "He's a smooth operator," he chuckled. "He could grow into a guy like me! I saw him working his way through a few chicks until he lit on Ryan and stuck." "Oh come on -- he seemed to be a reasonable kid. Why would he pick Ryan, why would he think she's such an easy mark?" "I guess you can't see it," he mused. "Most people can't I guess but... it's pretty clear when you know how to look for it. She's got a lot of you in her, little pussy. She's going to be be a good slut, like mama." "Please promise me you'll leave Ryan alone." "Anne -- we've already had this conversation! The way to make sure of that is to be the best little cocksucking slut you can be for me." "Please... could you put my dress back down? I'll do what you want." I could feel him let my dress go. "Thank you," I said. "Hmm... it's a little too crowded to play anyway. Tonight -- when you get into your suite -- I want you to shower for me of course, and put on a nice perfume. And when you shower, I want you to pay particular attention to your backside, OK?" A chill ran down me. I nodded into his chest, and was grateful to him, that he didn't make me speak. He just stroked my hair, and whispered, "Good girl, Anne." The song ended soon after, and Ben led me by the hand back to the table. Tom and Nicole weren't there; I spotted them on the floor as the next song started. Tom and I waved to each other before they moved away. He really was a good dancer, and I could see that Nicole was letting him teach her. As we sat, Tom reached into his pocket and extracted a little plastic vial. I could hardly see in the dim light, but it seemed to be filled with a clear liquid. He gave it to me. "Open it," he said, "and put it in Tom's drink." I looked at him questioningly... but said nothing as I twisted the cap. Tom didn't say anything either, just watched me. I poured the liquid into Tom's whisky and stirred it. "Very good girl," he said. "It's just a sleep aid -- a strong one. Once Tom's head hits the pillow he won't be moving for a while. It's really for you, you know. I don't really care if he wakes up while you're out fucking." And that, I thought, was probably true. "Wait a half hour after you get in," he said, "and then come over. Don't bother wearing anything." Tom and Nicole returned when the song ended, laughing, arm in arm. "He really is a great dancer, Anne," said Nicole, squeezing his arm. I murmured that I knew he was and I think I said that Ben was good, also. Nicole smiled and nodded and stroked his arm. I watched Tom take his first sip of the spiked whisky -- would he notice the taste? No. He finished it, and soon after Ben pointed out that it was midnight and Tom's tee time would be coming pretty early. Ben winked at me. We walked back to our adjoining suites, arm in arm in arm -- Nicole holding both Ben's arm, and Tom's, and me on Tom's other arm. Then when Tom and I went separately to our own suite, I quietly opened Ryan's bedroom door. I heard a gentle breathing from under the covers, and I kissed her briefly on her cheekbone. And that little delay was enough to ensure that Tom was already in the bathroom when I walked into our room. So I slipped out of the dress and put on the big fluffy bathrobe provided for us in the suite and managed still to avoid letting my husband see me naked. When he finished, I went into the bathroom as he came out. He looked like he was fighting to keep his eyes open. "Have a good time?" he yawned. I shrugged. "I guess. You?" He smiled. "Well -- I'm glad I don't have to keep up with those two all the time. They're fun but beyond me I think." I closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower. I knew he'd be asleep when I finished. Ben had told me to wash my backside -- my ass. That could only mean he was going to fuck me there. I used the toilet (how gross would it be to have my shit on his cock?) and stepped under the water. I cleaned myself all over and noted the magic marker lines -- two on my left breast, for two cocks sucked; one on my right, for one pussy licked; two on my left thigh, for two cocks in my pussy. They didn't wash off, of course. I soaped up the wash cloth and ran it as far up my ass as I could get it, thinking -- well, asking myself how hard it would be take Ben's cock up there. There was no question of staying here, of defying Ben. As told, I sprayed a little perfume on my neck and then a little more at my crotch. I looked in the bathroom mirror. I did look good, better than my age. Very fuckable. I put on my nightgown -- something to wear onto the balcony. In the bedroom, there was Ben -- under the covers, breathing steadily, out cold. I went to my side, threw back the cover, and mussed the pillow a little, making it look like I'd been in bed but had gotten up. I checked the clock, because Tom had said to wait half an hour. I had five minutes to spare. Then I opened the French door and walked out onto the balcony. I looked to my right, across the balcony railing to Ben and Nicole's suite -- the balcony light was on. Of course. They couldn't let me go do discreetly. Anybody who happened to be looking from the other suites in the row, would see me. I walked softly to the other door on our balcony, the one that led to Ryan's room. I cupped my hands around my face to look in. There she was, still asleep in her bed. OK -- it was time. I didn't see anybody else on their balconies. I walked back over to the railing, took a breath, grasped the little nightgown straps on my shoulder, and let them fall over my arms. The gown fell softly to my waist and then, as I straightened my arms, it fell to my feet and I stepped out of it, nude, and left it crumpled on the floor of the balcony. I put my hands on the railing and hopped up a little to get a leg across it so that I could get over. And oh God, then, there I was -- at Ben and Nicole's bedroom door. I knocked softly. No answer. I peered in. The room was dimly lit. I saw a shape approach the door -- it formed itself into Nicole. She slid the door open. She was naked also. She slid her hands around my waist and drew me to herself, tilting her head a little to fit her mouth to mine. I opened my mouth for her tongue. She ran her hands over my back, and my ass, between my legs. She leaned down a little and ran her tongue over my left tit, a long, slow lick across my nipple. She drew it into her mouth and sucked -- hard enough to hurt a little. At the same time she found her way inside my pussy with a single finger. I moaned. "Oh baby," she said, "you're wet already. Me too." She took my hand in hers and led it to her sex, and spread herself. I felt the ring in her clit, the chain, the lips of her pussy. She was right -- very wet. "Run your finger through my pussy and then taste me," said Nicole. I did; I dipped my finger into her slit and took it to my mouth. She tasted a little of perfume, like me, and, of course, like a pussy. "Now taste yourself," she said as she drew her own finger out of my pussy and put it to my lips. I took it into my mouth, let her push it all the way in, and then I sucked it, ran my tongue across the sensitive fingerpad. "Mmmmm," she said, shuddering a little, her legs collapsing down a bit. "My God I've been hot waiting for you." She pulled me into the room, and closed the balcony door. I looked around the bedroom but didn't see Ben. The door out to the suite's living area was closed, and Nicole led me toward that door. I could hear low voices from the TV. Then Nicole opened the door, and -- no -- it wasn't the TV. The lights were on bright in that room, and there was Ben on the couch, still in his clothes from dinner and the disco. Beside him in the center of the couch was a woman, nicely dressed, a little older than me but a nice looking brunette, and on her other side was a guy, his hand caressing her shoulders. The 2 guys from the bar, this afternoon, were sprawled across a couple of chairs. Nicole drew us into the center of the group. I was so self-conscious! I wanted to hide my pussy and my tits but Nicole held my hand and what could I do with just one hand free? Nicole bounced a little on her toes and squeezed my hand, she was so happy. I squeezed back, trembling a little in fear. Ben stood, smiled, and put his arm around my shoulder. "I want you all to meet Anne and make her welcome here. She's been through so much in the last twenty-four hours, and has come so far." There were appreciative murmurs from the others in the room. Ben went behind me and reached his arms around my waist, lifting his hands to cup my breasts. "Anne," he whispered to me, "these are all friends of mine. And friends of mine are always friends of yours." Then he talked to the others again as he played with me. "Anne was a good girl again tonight, leaving her husband next door in bed to join us." He tweaked my nipples. "I fucked Anne for the first time this morning, and took her in her husband's bed while the maid watched." He was playing with my nipples, and I felt them getting very hard. "The my beautiful Nicole took her to the side beach and found another guy to fuck her while she got Nicole off and another woman watched. You can all see--" His hand moved down to my pussy and and I trembled, and opened my legs a little for him. "You can all see Nicole has shaved her little pussy bald, out there on the beach." His finger was inside me, and my body sagged. I held Nicole's hand hard. "Then later, this afternoon, as I asked, she had her husband Tom fuck her so that he'd be uninterested tonight, so she could come and play with us. Right, Anne?" "Yes, I moaned. "She's been fucking bareback, too, because I told her I wanted her bred by somebody while she's here in Jamaica. But not Tom -- how come, Anne?" He held my nipples again in his fingers, firmly. "Tom had a vasectomy," I said as I humped against his finger, in front of the group. "Whose are you, Anne?" He twisted my nipples; I know they could all see. It was his favorite discipline for me. "Yours," I said. "To play with and fuck?" "Yes -- to play with and fuck." "To hurt?" "Yes, if you want." "To mark as mine?" I hesitated and he twisted some more, and I softly said, "I don't know what that means." "Well, Anne... I might choose to have you tattooed. Or pierced. Or maybe branded. Whatever I choose." "Yessss," I said, rotating my tits in reaction to his abuse, only making it worse. "I can't stop you from doing that." "All that is yours is mine?" "Yes." "You'll fuck who I say? And when, and dress as I tell you?" "Yes." "You'll have a baby for me, Anne. You'll fuck bareback, and you'll get knocked up for me?" "Yes." "What about your daughter? Whose is she?" He twisted much harder. It hurt so bad. "She's yours too if you want her but -- please, take me instead." "That's saying too much, Anne," said Ben. He pulled my nipples now, and tears were in my eyes. "She's yours," I said. There were hands on my legs, sensuously rubbing me, not aggressive but rather supporting -- the people seated around me were stroking me, calming me like a mare. Ben removed a hand from my right breast, and I heard his zipper and a soft rustle as his pants dropped. I felt his cock between my legs. I looked down. He had it stuck between my legs, up to my belly in front of me. He put his hands on my waist. "Bend over, Anne," he said. "Spread your legs and put my cock inside you." I leaned forward, relying on his arms to hold me. I grasped his cock -- such a beautiful cock -- lifted myself a little, and put it at my pussy, then settled. I was wet of course, and he felt so good going in me. I let my arms drop as we rocked back and forth on our feet for a few moments. The others were all watching, and I heard the woman say to the man beside her that it was one of the most beautiful fucks she had ever seen. Ben was rock hard, so long and thick, and it felt so good to be at the center of this little universe. "Is it good, Anne?" he asked me. "Yes," I hissed. "Nicole," said Ben, "I want to take her ass." Nicole broke away, and then returned with a tube of jelly. Ben pushed me down so that I was forced to my knees, then bent me forward until my head and shoulders rested on the carpet. Ben removed his clothes behind me as Nicole rubbed the lube into my ass. "When was the last time you had a cock in your ass, Anne?" "It's been a long time --" As I finished speaking I felt his cock there, pushing. It had been a long time since Bobby, or one of his friends, had fucked me in the ass. But I did remember how to open up, to relax my ass ring as if I was shitting, to let him in. He pushed past the ring of my ass with his first thrust and I was hurting again, hurting so bad it made me gasp and buck my ass away. He paused while I adjusted. Again I felt hands on me, soothing -- this time it was Nicole. SHe whispered in my ear that it was so sexy to watch his cock find my ass. Ben's cock withdrew for a moment but then he thrust hard again, sliding further this time. It hurt less, and then with the next thrust I began to push back, to get him in deeper. In a few moments I knew he was all the way in because I felt his hips on my thighs. I felt so full of him, and it hurt so good and it was incredibly erotic to kneel in that room with those watching people, with my lover's cock up my ass. "You don't own a girl until you take her ass," said Ben to the room as he pumped me. "After that -- well -- she's given herself all up to you, hasn't she?" Then he was quiet again, but I heard more rustling of clothes beside me. I didn't look up but sensed the woman on the couch was shifting her position. "Could you let me suck your cock?" I heard her ask the man with her. "It's just too much, watching this slut get off on having her ass fucked." It was true -- as Ben's cocked pumped steadily into me, my fingers had unconsciously found my clit and I was rubbing myself off in front of them all. My pelvis was gyrating and moving up and back to meet Ben's cock. I think Ben could have gone all night -- he's that kind of lover -- but I felt him quicken his pace and then lunge hard, holding me tight as his cock went off in me. He leaned forward over me, and pushed forward a few more times, sensuously, slowly. "You're my fucktoy," Ben said. He pulled his cock away, and I felt his cum ooze a little from my ass. He walked around to my front, stood in front of me, and yanked me up by my hair until my face was at a level with his cock. I knew what he wanted, and I knew I'd clean his cock even if it was covered with my shit. It wasn't. The taste was musty and could have been foul -- except that it was my lover's cock -- my master's cock -- and so it was delicious. Nicole knelt beside me, and the other woman paused to watch as well, pumping her man's cock in her hand. Nicole opened her mouth beside mine, so I held Ben's cock by the root and let her suck for a few minutes. Her mouth was so beautiful, and pouty, and she was such a good little cocksucker for a girl so young. "We've been so hard on Anne," said Ben as he slid his cock out from between Nicole's lips. "And we're going to be using her a lot more. She deserves something nice, Nicole -- don't you think so?" Nicole nodded, running her hand over my buttock. "Would you suck her pussy for me, Nicole?" She smiled and turned to me, and kissed me hard. "Do you want your pussy licked, Anne?" she asked. I shrugged, surprised -- I had been taken multiple times today and I'd gotten off a couple of times on the cocks inside me but hadn't expected to be treated to this by -- and yes, I had begun to think of her that way -- by my mistress. She drew me down and ran her body over mine, ran her tongue in my mouth, along my neck, by my ear. Her hands played along my sides, and lifted my legs up. "Do you like my tongue?" she asked me. I nodded. She ducked her head, licked up from my thigh to my tit, sucked and bit my niple, then ducked back again to lick up the other side. Then she concentrated on the area between my thigh and my pussy, putting her tongue out and licking back and forth. I grabbed her head between my hands and forced her to my pussy. I lifted it up toward her. Everybody in the room laughed but I didn't care. She had a good tongue and it was starting to get me off. Nicole laughed too but then she licked long and slow, from the bottom of my pussy to my clit, and I opened myself for her as wide as I could. She repeated that lick three times and then settled on a little back and forth motion of her tongue over my clit that brought me higher and higher. I began to rotate my pussy hard against her. My hands went from her hair to my tits to the floor, raking the carpet. "Do you want to get off, Anne?" asked Ben. "God yes," I said. His voice was helping to bring me higher. "All right. This time we'll give you what you need. Nicole -- put your finger in her cunt and get her off." First one finger went inside me as she continued to lick. Then another, and I began to cum so hard, so good. Then she was fucking me with those two fingers as I bucked against them. It was an incredible orgasm and it lasted a good, long, hard time. When I came back down from my endorphin high, I looked around. The woman was riding her man's cock on the couch, slowly, rotating, grinding. She smiled at me. The two guys were stroking their cocks. Those cocks looked very nice to me. "Anne," said Ben, "you can see these two guys need some help. When you see a guy who needs help, you go and help." So I got to my knees and crawled over to the nearest of the two. I sucked his cock into my mouth. The other guy -- the short, stocky, friendly guy from the bar -- got behind me. I expected to feel his cock at my pussy, or maybe my ass, and I arched my back for him. Instead I felt a sharp pain on my ass and heard his slap at the same time. I jerked but the guy in front of my held my head. "No, no, little girl," he said. "Keep sucking my cock. Tony just likes to spank a little." He hit me again, as hard as he could, on the other cheek of my ass. It hurt like hell. Then again and again, and I was choking back tears as I sucked the one guy's cock, as the other one kept hitting me. "How's that?" the one behind me asked. "You want my hand again, or you want my cock?" The other guy let me loose a minute so I could answer, "I want your cock." But instead he hit me again, just as hard, again and again. "Do you want my hand again, or my cock?" he asked after a dozen strokes on my ass. "I -- I want you to hit me again," I said. "Fuck yeah," he said, as he put his cock in my pussy. "I'm gonna be the one, slut -- my cock's gonna knock you up." That was enough to get off the guy in front of me, and he held me tight so I had to swallow his jism. It was salty and a little bitter. But he didn't have to hold me; I'd have taken it anyway. The guy on the couch let go at the same time, inside his lady friend. The guy behind me kept sawing away at me as she dismounted and lay beside the guy who'd cum in my mouth. "Come on slut," she said, "I've been looking forward to your mouth on me all night." She wanted me to suck her pussy after the guy had cum in her. It was dripping out of her. I shifted my weight and took a lick. His cum tasted better than the other guy's, and I got to work. I tried to do for her what Nicole had done for me -- Ryan was right, I thought; Nicole really was a good teacher. "Take it!" yelled the guy behind me as he grabbed me hard by the hips and pumped me. I felt his cum landing deep inside me. I was a little sad because it was him tonight, and not Ben, who'd filled my pussy. I didn't want this guy's kid. It took a little while to get the woman off. She watched me quietly as I looked up at her from her crotch. She rubbed my face all over herself as she climaxed, grinding my nose as well as my lips and tongue against her. When she was done she asked if she was all cleaned off. I looked her over and nodded. "Then you're a good slut," she said. "Aren't you?" I nodded again. "Yes," I said. "I'm a good slut." "Everybody fucked except my little Nicole," said Ben. Nicole pouted. "Don't worry, baby. I have you all night. Kiss everybody good night and get back home, Anne." I went up to each of them and thanked all the visitors as the rose to put on their clothes, preparing to go. They each felt me up, and the "friendly" guy spanked me one more time, hard, and told me he'd let me have it again next time he fucked me. When I got to Nicole she whispered in my ear, "I get his cock all night, Anne. He'll fuck me a long time since he came once already in your ass." I kissed her hard. "Sometime soon we'll be sleeping all night together." Then she held up her hand -- she had the magic marker again. "Let's see..." she said. "How many new men in your pussy?" Well... there was Tom. He was new to this. And the one guy here. Ben had been in my pussy all too briefly, but his line was already on me. Nicole drew two additional marks at the top of my left thigh. "One in your ass," said Nicole, rotating me, drawing a single line on my left buttock. "Sore?" she asked me. I nodded. "One woman in your pussy," she said, giggling a little, turning me back around, drawing a little line on my right thigh. "How many in your mouth?" Tom again. The other guy here. Two more marks on my left tit. One more mark on my right tit, for the woman whose pussy I'd cleaned. "Thank you," I said to her. The others left. Ben, Nicole, and I walked into the bedroom. As I left them he had a finger in her cunt, leading her to the bed. She was going to be well fucked, I thought. I closed the door behind me, walked back to the railing, and then -- my heart nearly stopped for a moment. I had left my nightgown on the floor of our balcony; there it was, neatly folded across the railing. Had Ben lied to me about the sleep aid? Was Tom up and waiting for me? I slowly drew the nightgown over my head and crossed over the railing. I walked over to our bedroom door, drew my hands around my eyes so I could see in. He was on his side, facing away from me. He seemed to be asleep. I walked over toward Ryan's bedroom. I saw a shape in the doorway -- it was her! We looked in each other's eyes for a moment, and mine dropped before hers. Her eyes had been wide, curious, accusatory. I walked back to my own bedroom, and left her there, looking after me. She had caught me. My daughter had to know I'd been out fucking with Ben and her friend Nicole. To be continued...