Chapter 4: Summer of 80 goes on

Part 1: My immersion continues

After my evening planning the rest of my stay with Pierre and Francine and how they were going to help with my use and abuse, I had a few days of calm to recover, interrupted only once when Pierre felt it necessary to check if my poor bottom was now fit for use – it was.

Sitting round the table for supper two nights later, Francine said if you think she is fit for purpose you should do what we said and take her to the dunes tomorrow. See how she does if you specifically tell the guys it is a new fresh ass to abuse. Francine looked at me and said “You have no real say in the matter, but do you think you are ready to go back to work?”

Meekly I said I was.

Part 2: Anal dunes

The next day Francine spent the lunch period preparing me for my new adventure, giving me three enemas and then literally filling me with anal lubricant, before handing me over to Pierre. We set off, me in my little summer dress and him in his shorts, but this time walking beside me and fondling my bottom the whole way to the beach - the only thing he said was “This feels so good I am going to fuck it even if nobody else does, but I don’t think that will be a problem!”

As before we both stripped our clothes off when we reached the family/public nudist beach and walked towards the north beach. When he thought we were far enough away from the public beach, but still a walk from the path into the dunes, he stopped and took a piece of cardboard out of the bag, with a long string running from corner to corner. He turned it over to show me.

In big letters it said FREE TODAY with two black arrows pointing down. He then went behind me and put the strings over my head, resting just under my chin, so that the board now hung on my lower back, just above my bottom with the two arrows very specifically pointing down to my bum crack.

He then walked me through the area of the north beach with the most people on it before heading across to the path into the dunes. When we got there, we stopped again and he very blatantly stroked my bum, gave it a loud smack, and then pointed to it. We were just about to enter the dunes when a man appeared beside us and said to me “That’s an interesting sign you have there, young lady, does it mean what I think it means?” I paused looked at Pierre who just nodded as if I should reply, so I told the man “It means my ass is free to use today.” “Use? You mean free to fuck?” “Yes, free to fuck.” “Good I think I will come with you now”

Pierre led the way looking for a free hollow in the dunes, while the man walked beside me with his hand resting on my buttock, stroking and feeling it as if he was selecting a fresh melon. Pierre found a good place, not far from the beach, and laid out the towels, with two bottles of lubricant in the corners. The man then lifted the board off over my head and stuck it in the sand at the entrance to our hollow, like a sign for others.

Pierre took my hand and led me to the middle of the towels, and gave me a slow sensuous kiss as he fondled both my breasts, then whispered in my ear “Enjoy every minute my dear. You are already proving very popular” I turned and looked behind me to where the other man had been waiting and saw three more men standing with him.

“On your knees, Cherie, doggy to start.” I dropped to my knees and assumed the position, which Pierre adjusted to place my knees wider apart, then took a bottle of lube and pushed a finger full into me. He then turned to the waiting men and said “She was only broken in last week, so please use plenty of lube on her and on your cocks, gentlemen.” Then, turning to the guy who had come from the beach with us, said “I believe you have the privilege of first go sir.”

He came to me and knelt, one knee between my spread thighs and the other along side my hip. Picked up the bottle and spread some on his cock. With one hand he pulled my bum cheek to one side to reveal my tight puckered hole waiting patiently for him, and with the other guided himself to press his cock against that tiny hole. With a push he forced the head just in to my anus, and then I gave a loud cry as with another thrust, he burst through my anal ring and was well in me. At that point he raised from a kneeling position and crouched over me, his hands resting on my hips to keep his balance and to give him a firm base to start fucking me. This was the signal for the others to move in on me and the men came to kneel around me, groping my dangling little breasts, fingering my ignored pussy, and finally one pushed his cock into my waiting mouth.

And that was the pattern for the rest of the day. As each man finished with my anal hole, another took his place and another filled my mouth. More men kept coming and at some point, Pierre turned me over onto my back for a while to rest my knees but it did not stop the almost continuous pounding my abused anus was taking. Until eventually, when my anal hole did not close after a cock withdrew Pierre decided I had had enough, or rather he would be the last to use me. When he withdrew his wilting cock and stood up, I collapsed on my face, legs spread, and cried as the men gave me a round of applause. I struggled to sit up a little and looked at the crowd of men clapping me and thanked them for giving me such a good time because I really had enjoyed myself as Pierre had told me to do.

I cried because of pain and discomfort, but not much; because it was all over, although it had only been two hours maximum; mainly because of my shame at being so docile and submissive; and finally, because this was what “more please” had really committed me to for the next two weeks.

As I staggered along the north and public beaches, my arm around Pierre’s waist and his arm under my arm holding me up, my bottom glowed red as if it had been spanked, cum and lubricant dribbled from my ass hole down my thighs, and my face was tear streaked. When a man just on the edge of the public beach asked if I was alright, Pierre said “She is fine, just a bit wobbly after 12 guys fucked her ass for two hours.” I could not help giggling at the look on his face, made worse for him when I said “Twelve? I lost count after nine”

Part 3: Solo Dunes

I returned twice more to the dunes before my “holiday” was over. When I had recovered from my anal-only day I told my hosts/pimps that I wanted to go back to the dunes on my own, maybe with Pierre some way behind but certainly not with me the first time, just in case I had any problem.

My first solo visit was like that, with Pierre shadowing me but not involved at all. I took off my little dress as soon as I reached the nudist beach and walked to north beach along the sea shore. When level with the path into the dunes, I stopped and blatantly looked at all the men on the beach, before walking up the beach towards the path, looking straight at men as I passed them, casually tweaking a nipple as I strolled by. At the path I casually bent over, feet well apart, and innocently brushed sand off my bum cheeks. As I walked into the path, I looked over my shoulder, smiling.