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Subject: {ASSM} Taking Annie {Winston Greystroke} (cuckold) [5/10]
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Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2004 22:10:01 -0500
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                                     Taking Annie
                             by Winston Greystroke

                                     Chapter 5



She told me one night behind the closed door of your bedroom as she 
stripped off her clothes and slipped between the sheets, her body 
pressed firmly against me.

"I'm pregnant," she whispered. "I'm pregnant with Eric's baby. No one 
has cum inside me since that night - not even you."

She didn't bother to tell you. She said you had nothing to do with it, 
so you didn't need to know. Eventually, you would know without being 
told. She was naked constantly around the house, and in time you would 
see her flat little belly swell with his child. That sweet smile she 
would give you every time she caught you looking at the soft pillow of 
flesh, growing larger each day just above her yawning slit - that's how 
she would tell you. And when she saw the humiliation in your eyes, the 
acknowledgement that another man had impregnated her, a superior man, 
your own boss, her smile would widen with satisfaction.

We still kept our daily routine at the gym, Annie and I working hard to 
keep our bodies in shape, you carrying our towels, water bottles, and 
change of clothes in the large equipment bag at your side.

Annie drew her share of attention. She always wore her signature 
workout clothes and got leering stares from everyone in the gym. I 
stayed by her to keep the hounds at bay. I bought her a half-dozen 
cropped t-shirts, gray ones, with the Everlast trademark printed across 
the front. I cropped them even shorter, exposing the lower curves of 
her breasts when she reached for a dumbbell or stretched to the top 
position on the press or pulldown machines. The tiny cotton shorts had 
almost no legs at all, and were slit to the waist at the sides. With no 
panties underneath, the outline of her pussylips were on display for 
anyone to ogle each time she lowered to the bottom of a squat or spread 
her legs on the thigh machine. We went to the gym at night, when it was 
most crowded. I loved to watch the men drool at her as the small, firm 
muscles of her bare arms and legs stretched and flexed. She seemed to 
enjoy the attention of scores of sweaty body-builders, and your 
humiliation as she teased them with her body. You were horrified at her 
lewd public display, but knew you were helpless to interfere, or even 
object.

I'm sure you remember the day she met Tiny. She had been staring at him 
for weeks, watching the immense cords of muscle grow to outrageous 
proportions under his shining black skin. But on this day, her eyes 
were riveted on him, her nipples erect, her cunt oozing a small wet 
spot between her legs. She literally gasped as he pumped out each 
lateral raise with an intensity unmatched by anyone in the gym, his 
delts expanding into huge, black, striated bowling balls at the tip of 
each shoulder.

Eventually, she walked over to him, her nipples raging against the 
damp, sweat-soaked fabric of the obscenely short top. I put my hand on 
your shoulder, just to make sure you behaved. I could feel you shaking 
as she stood close to him and chatted. You could see how much she 
wanted him - her legs shifting, thigh against thigh, her round ass 
twitching slightly, then moving uncontrollably with tiny thrusts, as 
though she did everything in her power to offer herself to him. He 
smiled and moved closer, hands on his hips, row after row of washboard 
abs now grazing her top, teasing her engorged nipples with hard, black 
flesh. 

Her body looked so small next to him, her bare, white skin sleek and 
firm against this ebony giant. Reaching out with her hand, she closed 
her fingers softly around the outline of his immense cock, holding it 
gently, gazing up into his handsome face. How you moaned when she took 
him in her hand, a  weak, forlorn surrender that escaped helplessly in 
this public place.

"Ohhh - noooo - noooo - god, noooo..."

She looked over her shoulder at you, then back at Tiny. She whispered 
quietly to him for a few seconds, and he began to laugh. What had she 
told him? That her husband's cock was so useless he couldn't please 
her? That her husband was now my slave, and would do anything he was 
told, including watching while she fucked other men? Can you imagine 
the raw heat that welled up inside her as she held his monstrous cock 
in her hand, her innocent voice rasping as she begged for it, begged 
him in public to put it deep inside her, to fill her like you never 
could?

When the gym closed, the three of us left through the back door. We 
followed Tiny to his car, a gleaming, black Lexus, parked under the 
only light over the small, back lot. It was as if they had planned it. 
Tiny stripped the top and shorts from Annie's tired body and lifted her 
onto the hood of his car.

"Tell me what you want, bitch," he commanded. Annie pulled her knees up 
and spread her legs as a cool rain began to fall. Tiny looked at me and 
shook his head, grinning. "She's some twisted white meat, Parker. Let's 
give her what she wants."

He stepped out of his shorts and stood between Annie's legs, then 
leaned over the hood of the car and rubbed the head of his huge cock up 
and down over her dripping slit. Annie reached out for him and moaned. 
"Please - please - please," she begged. 

The rain fell harder, wetting her body, her skin now white and slick 
against the black car. She let her head roll to the side, facing me, 
pleading with her eyes. When I took your wrist in my hand and pulled it 
behind your back, forcing it upward toward your shoulder blades, she 
saw you wince in pain, and smiled. A flash of lightning and crash of 
nearby thunder covered the first of her screams, but not for long. Tiny 
forced his way into her, his thick cock stretching her to the limit, 
slowly, farther, farther, until he was buried inside her. Pinned to the 
hood, she screamed and thrashed under him as he fucked her, slowly at 
first, then faster, harder, jarring her drenched body with brutal 
thrusts.

She looked over at me again, trying desperately to speak between the 
jolts of black muscle that racked her petite body. "Please - ," she 
gasped. "Do it - ". I shoved you closer to her, against the fender, and 
forced your arm higher, to the middle of your back. When you cried out 
in pain, she groaned, "Oh god, yesss- yessss- ".

As Tiny stroked her faster, she looked up at you, seeing the agony 
written across your face. "I want him to cum in me," she gasped. "I 
want his cum inside me. He feels - so good - so big - so much better - 
better - than - you."

The rain became a downpour, drenching us all, but Tiny never noticed. 
His massive body slammed against her, his cock bigger and harder with 
each stroke. Annie tried to hold on, grasping his wide back with her 
slim arms as she choked on the rain that poured into her open, panting 
mouth.

"Do it - ," she begged as she looked into my eyes. "Again - please! 
Harder!"

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train the second she heard the crack 
of your shoulder as muscle and tendons threatened to snap. You screamed 
in pain, but she screamed louder. Lightning and thunder crashed and 
roared around us as she twisted and thrashed under the black giant. 
Then, after a sudden shudder of his meaty glutes, he grunted, pumping a 
steady, thick stream of cum deep inside her. 

You groaned as the pain spread through your shoulder like fire. Her 
words tormented you as she stared adoringly at Tiny, watching him cum, 
urging him on as his sperm jetted into her, her little whispers barely 
heard under the cloud-burst. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck 
me...," she continued, until Tiny slowed his thrusts and grinned at 
you.

"I have my cock buried in your wife, little man. You don't mind, do 
you?"

You flinched when I twisted your wrist, getting the message. "No, I 
don't mind," you gasped. 

"Ask him to do it again," I suggested quietly, a whisper in your ear. 
How it must have sickened you to say the words. 

"P-please, fuck my wife again..."

"Again?" the giant laughed. "Well, I guess I can manage one more, if 
Annie's up to it. Are you up to it, Annie?"

Her eyes told him everything. She looked at him like she could eat him 
alive. She rode him between her silky thighs as though saddled on giant 
beast, first climbing on top of him, then lowering herself slowly onto 
the reviving post of flesh. Tiny pulled at her jutting breasts with 
both hands as she slid up and down over his cock, always groaning when 
she hit bottom, always looking at you, anxious to see you in pain one 
more time. As her orgasm neared, she spat the words at you.

"This - is how - a woman should be - fucked - by a real - man. Tell me. 
Tell me - you're not - a man. Tell me! Say it!"

With a little encouragement from me, you gave her what she wanted.

"I-I'm, not a real man," you confessed.

It was enough to send her over the edge again, grunting and screaming 
into her second climax. Seconds later, Tiny's cum flowed from her hole 
in a white, frothy avalanche. Each time her belly contracted, each time 
she clutched his immense cock with her hungry pussy, another wave of 
semen burst from her. Can you imagine how much he must have given her - 
how much of his potent sperm was still pooled inside her soft, heaving 
belly? And you begged him to do it. What was it you said? "Please fuck 
my wife again." That smile - that wide, satisfied smile that never left 
her face - that must have been the final insult.

Later, after the gym emptied, we went back inside to clean up. Tiny and 
I watched as you followed her into the shower and soaped her lean body, 
then used your hands under the steaming water to wipe the sweat and 
semen away. When she saw your pathetic erection, she took it in her 
hands, milking and squeezing it with a rhythm you couldn't resist. 

"Tell me your penis is too small to fuck me," she demanded, with an 
evil smile. How could you tell your own wife something so degrading? 
But her hands kept sliding over your dick, her fingertips dancing over 
your cockhead, coaxing you toward your own orgasm.

Finally, she won. "My penis is too small to fuck you," you blurted, 
your cum begging to be released. And then she stopped. If only you 
could have seen the look on your face. I've never seen a man so in need 
of anything. "P-please," you begged, glancing at me for permission.

"I don't want you to cum," Annie said softly as she ran her eyes over 
your naked, wet body, stopping to stare at your twitching penis. "It's 
just that, well, it seems so pointless, such a waste to use your skinny 
little dick for sex. Now that I've had real men inside me, I think 
you'd better get used to doing without. And, if I make you cum with my 
hand, or even let you masturbate, you'll never learn that sex isn't for 
you, it's for men like Tiny and Parker. Eventually, with Parker's help, 
we can see to it that you'll never get one of these silly erections 
ever again. But don't worry, my love - you can watch as much as you 
like. When my men fuck me, I'll cum enough for the both of us."

You stared at her in disbelief. "Please Annie, don't do this! I know 
I'm not much of a man, but I can't promise never to have another 
erection! It isn't possible!"

Annie just smiled as she watched your prick begin to deflate at the 
mere thought. "See - you're learning already," she purred. "Now, tell 
me you'll try to be a good boy - to never let that little thing get 
hard again - c'mon, promise me, and you can come home and watch Parker 
and Tiny fuck me. Wouldn't you like to see these big strong men take me 
at the same time - one between my legs and the other in my ass?" she 
cooed. "C'mon, let's hear you promise."

Sobbing, head hung in humiliation and defeat, you answered your pretty 
young wife.

"OK - I-I'll t-try..."

"You'll try what?" she continued, leading you on.

"I-I'll t-try - n-never to - get - h-hard - again," you answered. 

"And if you do, you will never, ever cum - isn't that right?" she 
warned.

You looked up into her eyes, begging not to have to go this far. But 
her eyes were wide with excitement, dancing with lust, and very, very 
serious.

"I'll never - n-never - c-cum again," you finally sobbed.

Ahh, it was a night I'll always remember. A rare and exhilarating 
moment - a husband, so weak and defeated, promising his young, fertile 
wife, so in heat for a potent man to satisfy her raging appetites, that 
he would never get hard for her again. To hear his wife ask, no, demand 
such a thing, in front of the two men who would shortly thereafter fill 
her body with the thick, meaty weapons that she dreamed and hungered 
for, was a moment none of us will forget.

Later, in your own home, in your own bed, you watched as Annie rode 
Tiny's cock a third time, his huge body stretched out on your sheets 
with Annie astride him. You watched again as Annie collapsed forward 
onto his rippling black chest, then reaching behind her, took the round 
globes of her ass in each hand, opening herself to me, inviting me to 
enter. You watched as I slid my throbbing, jerking cock into her ass, 
working it forward to the root, hearing her urging me on, begging me to 
fuck her harder, to fuck her like her husband never could. How perverse 
it must have looked to you - your sweet wife pinned between the two of 
us, our cocks working in and out of her like tireless pistons, her 
small, white body thrashing, her hips thrusting in heat as she clutched 
one of us, then the other with her delicate fingers, trying to force us 
to enter her deeper and deeper.

And when I gave the word, you did as you were told, taking my balls in 
one hand and Tiny's in the other, and gently, rhythmically, rolling 
them between your fingers, feeling the potent man-seed that was made 
there gush into your wife, flooding her with the sperm of two men in a 
single stroke.

And as we grunted and rutted, dumping our cum into her cunt and ass, 
she came as well, her narrow hips vibrating in spasms that shook the 
bed, and her soft, throaty voice offering the final surrender - "Oh 
Parker...Parker...Parker...Parker...Parker..."

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