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Subject: {ASSM} Taking Annie {Winston Greystroke} (cuckold) [3/10]
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                              Taking Annie
                     by Winston Greystroke

                               Chapter 3



The barbecue a few weeks ago was Annie's idea. It was time your friends 
and neighbors got to know me. Annie made the guest list. She even 
included a few of your co-workers - oh, and your boss, Eric. Eric was 
your peer once. In fact, you showed him the ropes when he first 
started. Then, a year ago, Eric won the promotion to district manager, 
leaving you in the dust. You were so sure it would be you. When you 
told Annie, you could tell she was disappointed. The new house would 
have to wait, and her aging Bronco would now have to hold out a few 
more years. How she wanted that shiny new Grand Cherokee. Inside, she 
was thinking how much she also wanted a man who could give her what she 
needed.

To make matters worse, Eric had become an arrogant prick. He seemed to 
dislike you more every day. Never missing a chance to make you look bad 
or embarrass you, he now considered you to be nothing more than a 
gofer, constantly passing you over in favor of some new college boy 
ready to kiss his ass. Now he drove a better car, lived in a bigger 
house, and had taken a trophy wife, the daughter of the CEO.

It was a warm, sunny Saturday afternoon. You tended to the grill while 
Annie and I greeted our guests. We got quite a few stares at the front 
door. Annie introduced me as "her new friend". I think more than a few 
of the women understood what kind of friend I was, right away. The men 
didn't say much. They were too busy staring at Annie's tits.

I really wanted her naked the entire day. But, of course, that would 
have been just a bit over the top for the occasion. Instead, I bought 
her a new outfit. I think it was just the thing for a friendly 
neighborhood get-together. Those tiny, white shorts barely contained 
her cute, round little ass-cheeks. They rode so low on her hips that 
the waistband was a mere finger-width from exposing the top her freshly 
shaved slit. I swear I could see her clit throbbing through the thin 
cotton. The pink t-shirt clung to her like a second skin. It was two 
sizes too small, of course, with a scooped neck that almost forced her 
tits out into the dry summer air. She looked so cute. A bit whorish, 
I'll admit, but, it suited her, don't you think?

Eric was the last to arrive. You didn't see the hug she gave him, or 
how she rested her cheek on his broad chest for much too long. His 
wife, Nancy, stood next to them, with a look that could have killed. 

Nancy was a cold fish. OK, so I fucked her, a few times. She kept her 
eyes closed, clenching her teeth, as though she couldn't wait to have 
the dirty business done with. She struggled to cum every time, and it 
took forever. Afterwards, she was all business, always in a hurry to 
go, to grab her orgasm and run.

Annie was a hit with half the crowd. You know which half. All tits and 
bouncing blonde hair on her blue-eyed 5'2" frame made for some 
interesting fantasies for the men, who all watched (and enjoyed) your 
little fuck-bunny flirt recklessly for hours. At first she had been shy 
about appearing in public wearing the new clothes. She held them in 
front of her, then looked at me in disbelief. "If I wear these, they'll 
see, um, everything...". "Not quite everything," I assured her. "But I 
can promise you, they'll like what they see." I'll have to admit, my 
cock was hard when I first saw her dressed in them. And as 
uncomfortable as she was, after a few drinks, I think she enjoyed the 
attention.

She was annoying to most of the women, so I took the opportunity to get 
to know some of them better. So many frustrated soccer moms, seething 
with their secret desires, so easily unlocked and released by the right 
man.

Your ribs and burgers were a hit too, but by early evening most of the 
men were hungry for another kind of meat. After a few more drinks, 
Annie had slipped into her sky-blue bikini for a dip in the pool. A few 
of the men had waded in as well. Some simply striped off their shirts, 
wearing the shorts they arrived in. Eric came better prepared. He 
dropped his shorts at the side of the pool to reveal a tiny blue 
speedo. If you could only have seen Annie's jaw drop. The wisp of nylon 
over his hips caught the light of the setting sun, highlighting the 
impossible size of the cock it contained. It lay limp and thick, like a 
giant sausage, capped by a bulbous head that nearly escaped the elastic 
at his waist. Eric dove in and swam a few laps. Annie looked on, 
practically drooling, ignoring everyone else. Can you imagine how much 
she wanted him? How he had set her little cunt on fire?

The teenagers from across the street were watching as well. They 
followed Annie when she climbed from the pool, her skin slick and wet, 
her hair now a thick golden cord down her back. She came to you for 
help as you were cleaning the grill. "Help me, please," she asked in 
her best little-girl voice. You followed her to the bathroom, with the 
three boys in tow. She turned and grinned at you. "Could you watch the 
door? I'm going to have a little desert." Then she winked, took the 
first boy by the hand, and led him inside, closing the door behind 
them.

You could hear him gasping behind the closed door as she went to her 
knees and took the head of his cock in her mouth, her little hands 
teasing his balls, her tongue twirling and lashing at the sensitive 
opening where she would eventually receive her reward. You heard him 
grunt when he came, pumping his cum into your wife's mouth and throat 
as she sucked harder, thirsty for every drop. You could even hear the 
sucking sounds she made as she tried to coax more of his sperm from 
him, until finally he had to tell her to stop.

When the door opened, she reached for the second boy's hand, looked at 
you, grinned again, and purred, "Next..." The sounds began again, your 
pretty wife sucking the cum out of a second young boy, certain to have 
stored up his fair share of semen, enough to fill her mouth and throat 
until she could swallow no more. 

When the door opened again, she took the third and tallest boy inside, 
then pulled you in as well. As she worked his shorts to his knees, his 
monstrous cock flopped into view. "I'll need some help with this one," 
she told you, as she brought him to his full size, her hands and 
fingers moving slowing over the shaft, worshiping it, licking her lips. 

"Don't just stand there," she ordered, looking at you with frustration 
in her eyes. "Jack him off. My jaw aches. Help me! Now!" She took his 
cock in her hands, just behind the head, sealed her lips over the 
opening, then motioned for you to start. It was so thick you could 
barely get your hands around it. And it was awkward at first. You had 
never masturbated another man. After a few minutes, you could sense his 
stomach begin to tense, then quiver. The shaft of his cock began to 
spasm in your hands. Then you could feel it - the first jet of semen 
racing through it, so strong, so powerful. Then a second, and a third - 
would it ever stop? 

Annie was moaning between swallows. Her eyes were closed, her hands 
milking his cock with slow, regular contractions. None of his semen 
escaped her lips. She hungered for it, gulped it furiously, now moaning 
louder. Looking down between her legs, you could see her hand now 
thrust deep inside her little white shorts, her finger circling over 
her sopping clit, until she pulled away from his cock and groaned, 
twisting and jerking as her own orgasm washed over her. When she caught 
her breath, she looked up at you with a satisfied smile. "Now you know 
what it's like to jack off a real cock," she teased. 

As she left the bathroom, still a little unsteady on her feet, she 
bumped into Eric on his way to the kitchen for another beer. When she 
smiled at him, she felt something on her chin. He watched with 
amusement as she removed the droplet of cum with her finger and sucked 
it slowly into her mouth.

But for you, the real unpleasantness had yet to begin. No man could 
ever be truly prepared for it. My intention from the start was to breed 
your pretty young wife. Neither you nor she ever really had a choice. 
It was only a matter of time. I planned to do it myself, to make you 
watch as your wife welcomed my virile sperm into her womb. But on this 
night, Annie was at her most fertile, and another more interesting path 
had presented itself. 

How it must have stabbed you in the heart - your former peer, your 
present rival, your boss, would be the one to impregnate dear Annie. 
And why not. He was better than you at everything else. His sperm would 
produce a fine child, a successful child, a superior child, to be sure. 
He would certainly be ready, after so many years with his ice-queen of 
a wife. His immense cock would be the perfect instrument to drench 
Annie's womb with potent sperm, it's length guaranteeing that the tip 
would lodge firmly against her cervix when he injected her with his 
semen. You must have seen all this and more in your mind's eye when I 
told you of my decision. The look on your face, one of horror, loss, 
and humiliation, all at once, was unforgettable. And after all, I have 
plenty of time to plant my seed in her later. She would no doubt have 
children to many men.

It didn't take much to persuade Eric to stay after the other guests 
left. It took much more to persuade his wife Nancy to leave without 
him. But then, did she really want me to tell Eric about our "special 
meetings" at the Hilton? Eric wasn't exactly the understanding type, 
especially when it came to sharing his possessions. She finally left 
with another couple, her face white as a sheet. My talents sometimes 
pay off in gold.

"I'm going to breed you tonight," I told Annie, after leading her to 
the bedroom. She gave me a puzzled look at first, then smiled a little. 
"You're going to give me a baby?" she asked. Dear, sweet, innocent 
Annie. She thought I would be the one. She wanted my baby inside her. 
Her big blue eyes beamed.

"Eric," I said at last. "You'll carry Eric's baby."

Her eyes widened in surprise, then looked away. "Does it have to be 
Eric?" she asked, the disappointment showing in her voice.

"Eric is good stock, Annie. He's intelligent, successful, and handsome. 
You must agree he'll make a fine child, yes?"

She looked up at me again with her smile returning. "Yes," she 
answered.

"And besides, you've seen his cock. Wouldn't you consider that a 
bonus?" I reminded her.

"Yes!" she answered quickly. "Mmmmm, yes!" 

That faraway look returned, as she imagined his thick, meaty penis 
digging slowly, deeply, inside her.

"Tell him," I ordered. Again her eyes widened. "Tell him?" she asked. 
"Tell him now," was my answer.

She went to the living room where you and Eric were watching TV, 
becoming more and more uncomfortable with each other's company. 
Standing directly in front of him, her hardened nipples pressing 
urgently through the still-damp bikini top, she looked down at Eric, 
the excitement pouring from her nearly naked body.

"I want your baby, " she announced, shamelessly.

How that one instant in time must have shaken you. Those words, spoken 
with lust and conviction from your lovely wife, asking, begging, the 
one man whom you despise, to give her the product of his loins, to 
carry his seed, his offspring, for nine months, then care for the child 
as though it was conceived in wedlock.

Eric stared, not knowing how to respond.

"I want you to impregnate me, now," she repeated, more insistently.

"I - I - don't know what to say, Annie," he finally answered. He looked 
at you, a grin growing on his face. "This is a joke, right?" he 
stammered. 

You looked back at him, shaking with humiliation and fear as I looked 
on, and answered they way you knew you must. "It's no joke, Eric. Annie 
wants your baby."

How utterly humiliating for you. Asking your most hated enemy to 
impregnate your wife. I was, to say the least, proud of my work.

I left the preparations to you. You received your instructions some 
time ago, and I knew you'd do your best to remember them. Annie let you 
strip her, then pile three pillow under her hips. She was oblivious to 
your presence as she lay on the bed, now thinking only of Eric's giant 
cock. Annie watched him undress, her eyes fixed on his impressive 
organ. She gasped as it grew to an impossible size, so large she was 
afraid that it might split her open.

As you took her ankles, pulling her legs up and back over her head, she 
reached out for him. Her cunt yawned open, a pool of liquid already 
forming around the swollen inner lips. Eric knelt on the bed, his cock 
poised to enter her. He stared at the engorged ridge that rose from 
between her inner cuntlips, visibly throbbing as her pulse quickened, 
the scarlet tip now freeing itself from under its fleshy hood.

"Please Eric, She pleaded, her voice part lust, part adoration. "Please 
fuck me - give me your baby. Show him, Eric. Show my husband how a real 
man fucks his woman, how his sperm can make a baby she can be proud 
of."

A tear rolled over your cheek and landed on her face. She looked up at 
you for an instant with fury in her eyes. "Damn you!" she hissed.

Just then his cock entered her. Her eyes fluttered, then closed. 

"Oh Eric," she whispered. "Oh Eric, it's wonderful... so good, you're 
so good."

He pushed forward, stretching her, filling her, with flesh so warm and 
hard and delicious that her breathing almost stopped as she savored 
each instant of every sensation he gave her.

A second tear fell, a cold projectile on her cheek, stirring an even 
colder response.

"Cum in me, Eric...make me pregnant...I want your baby Eric, not 
his...I want you to fuck me, not him, not ever again...make him pay, 
Eric...please say you'll make him pay...for all those years...those 
years he's kept this from me...for putting his tiny...little... 
dick...inside me...oh god Eric, I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum!"

I stopped him, of course. The longer we kept her on the edge, the more 
certain our success. Eric just smiled and nodded, stopping with the 
entire length of his cock buried inside her. He lowered himself onto 
her slowly and they began to kiss. You watched as your wife ran her 
hands over his back, then clutched his muscular ass, pulling him 
closer. He had amazing control, refusing to budge until Annie relaxed, 
lost in the expert caresses of his lips and tongue over her face and 
neck.

As she recovered, her arms coiled around his neck and she drew his face 
close to hers, her eyes locked on his. Her voice was quiet and sultry, 
as only you had heard it in your most intimate moments with her.

"Dear, dear Eric. How can I thank you? How does a woman thank a man for 
his most precious gift? You feel so amazing inside me, filling me with 
your thick cock. And soon, so soon my darling, you'll cum inside me - 
fill me with your seed - make me pregnant with you child. I want you, 
Eric. Will you do it now? Please? I want your seed. I want your child."

Raising himself up, he started again with smooth even thrusts. She 
moaned almost immediately, bringing her hips higher to meet him as he 
increased his pace. Now fighting for her orgasm, she whipped her head 
from side to side, eyes closed, determined to used whatever strength 
she had left in her belly to milk his sperm into her waiting body.

At my signal, you took your place at the foot of the bed, reaching 
between his legs, gently pulling and kneading his sac, sending 
exquisite sensations into his trembling belly.

He increased his pace, slamming into her with each long stroke. She was 
screaming. Not the guarded screams you've heard before, but screaming 
uncontrollably, thrashing so wildly that only his cock and the weight 
of his well-muscled body kept her pinned to the bed.

"FUCK MEEEEE! FUCK MEEEEE! GOD DAMN IT FUCK MEEEEE! 
OH CHRIST I NEED YOU ERIC! PUT YOUR COCK IN ME! PUT YOUR 
BABY IN ME! OH JESUS CHRIST FUCK MEEEE!"

Her screams must have been torture to you as you held his balls in your 
hands. Yes, your hands. Holding the sweaty, living factories that 
churned out the very sperm that would soon swarm by the millions inside 
your wife.

You had to do it. When his hips began to tremble, you took the shaft of 
his cock in your hands and closed them around the flaring root. Was it 
one stoke or two? You probably remember better than I. With the screams 
of your wife in the background, you felt the first contraction, then 
the inevitable surge of his semen slip through your grasp. You 
shuddered, knowing a second later it would spray into her, only one of 
many to flood her belly, coating her insides with determined intruders. 
Again and again you felt him ejaculate into her, all the while pumping 
and milking his sturdy shaft, just as you were told.

Her body vibrated under him, shaking in violent spasms brought on by 
his release. Drenched in sweat, driven deep into the mattress by his 
powerful thrusts, she continued to scream through her orgasm. At least 
her words were not about you. You were the farthest thing from her 
mind.

Afterwards you took your place again at the head of her bed, holding 
her legs in the air to make sure each sperm had an equal chance. Eric 
stayed, spending the time kissing her deeply, then licking her nipples 
and belly, making her giggle until she couldn't take any more. As he 
kissed her, you watched in shame as her wet cunt responded, moving, 
flexing, in regular spasms, keeping an even rhythm as their tongues 
intertwined and her arms found comfort in the man-sweat and muscle of 
her new child's father.

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