EXCERPT I’m Charles King and my wife is named Annie. We’ve been married for ten
years and at thirty years of age, Ann is actually prettier than she was at
twenty and she was drop-dead gorgeous then. Early maturity looks good on her and
she has a killer body. A body she works hard to keep fit. Annie isn’t tall,
being only five feet four but in that span she packs a lot of curves.
For this story to make any sense I need to give some background.
I knew her back in high school and we dated a few times but nothing
serious. I was two years ahead of her and when she came to the same university
as me, we reconnected. Annie and I discovered we had a lot in common besides
coming from the same town. We dated on and off for a year and then we got
serious about it and we married two weeks after I graduated.
Not that the courtship was smooth because it wasn’t. It had a rocky
beginning because Annie was a popular lady. Annie liked to have a good time but
I don’t mean to imply she was easy. She wasn’t easy, but she could be made. I
discovered that back in high school when Annie was dating, semi-regularly, a
friend of mine. She and Alan Wilkes were what most people assumed were a couple.
Since very few high school boys can keep from bragging I was informed
soon after the event how Alan had scored with Annie.
“She ain’t a cherry, but she’s almost one,” Alan confided in me. “She’s
sure got a tight pussy.”
Alan seemed to think I needed to know every detail of their dates. He
told me when she gave him the hand job, the first blow-job, and of course when
he finally got into her pants.
When Alan and Annie broke up, I was the first boy to beat a path to her
door. That’s how I discovered she wasn’t easy. I took her out four times before
I even got to touch her breast. Two more times before I got to see a tit and get
her nipple in my mouth. After that it was fairly easy to go all the way. Annie
has always had super sensitive nipples so if you were lucky to get that far the
rest came easy.
I suppose I would have continued to date her but I had to leave home for
college. I hated to leave her, but it was expected that I would go to school
and then enter the trade; the trade being my father’s business. Dad was an
importer/exporter and a very successful one, I might add.
My father hadn’t gone to college and he wanted me to study business and
make the company even better. That was what I was doing when Annie came to the
school. Frankly, Annie was a distraction, but a very welcome distraction. My
grade point average slipped a few points after Annie arrived. Well, after she
arrived and I finally got a date with her.
I ran into her at an off campus party. I had gone stag and after several
beers, I was looking for a bathroom. I opened a door and there she was. I didn’t
recognize her immediately because she was on her knees with her head down in a
pillow. A black football player by the name of Franklin Tyson was fucking her
from behind. They called him Crosstie Tyson. I didn’t recognize Annie until
Crosstie used her hair to pull her head off the pillow and there she was. My
little high school sweetheart, more or less, being fucked like a bitch dog by a
large black dude.
Annie was really into what he was giving her. She had her eyes closed and
was moaning loudly as Crosstie Tyson poured the meat into her. I watched them
fuck for a long time until I realized Crosstie was staring at me. I backed out
of the room and closed the door. Annie didn’t even know I was there.
Someone told me Annie was going to my college but I hadn’t seen her until
that night. If the truth be known I didn’t look for her much. I had as much
social life as my scholastic workload would permit. After that night I saw her
with Crosstie I couldn’t get her or the scene out of my mind so I made it a
point to look her up.
I found her at the pizza pub one afternoon after classes. Actually, I
stalked her and found her at the pub. She and a couple of other girls were in a
back booth. One of her group apparently had a good fake ID and they had a
pitcher of beer. Not that the pub was strict about ID.
“Hey Annie,” I said pretending to just notice her. “How are you getting
along?”
“Chucky!” Annie said smiling up at me. Annie was the only person I
allowed to call me Chucky. “I wondered when we would finally meet. Have a seat
and a beer.”
I scooted in beside her and one of her chums got me a glass. Since the
beer was dangerously low, I ordered another pitcher for us.
“How is college life?” I asked Annie.
“I love it,” she said. “It’s a lot friendlier than I thought college
would be. Everybody has been so nice.” That came as no surprise to me. Annie was
one of those girls with a perky personality and looks that guaranteed instant
popularity.
“Maybe we can get together sometime,” I said to her after we had made a
large dent in the pitcher.
“Like a date?’ Annie asked with her pixyish grin. “You want to date
little ol’ me?” I assured her I would love to date little ol’ her. “Sure,” she
said writing her number down on my hand. “Call me.”
I did call her. I called her five times before I found a night she wasn’t
busy. We made a movie and dinner date for a Friday night two fucking weeks
away!
“So,” Annie said after the movie and we were seated in a restaurant.
“What took you so long to find me? You did know I was here, didn’t you?”
“No, not really,” I answered. “My usual informant for hometown happenings
apparently was asleep at the switch. He didn’t inform me you were coming here to
school.”
“And who would your informant be?” she asked with a smile. “Alan
Wilkes?”
“As a matter of fact, yes, but why did you pick Alan?”
“I remembered you and Alan, the creep, were thick back when,” Annie said.
“I know Alan is a big gossip so I put two and two together. There’s no way you
just happened to be at the Pizza Pub that afternoon.”
“No, I asked your roommate about you and she told me you were there.” I
was being honest because I assumed the roommate would tell her I asked.
“So if big-mouth Alan didn’t tell you, how did you know I was on
campus?”
“I saw you a few nights before that at an off campus party,” I said. “You
were with Crosstie.”
“Who the hell is Crosstie?” she demanded.
“Crosstie Tyson,” I repeated.
“I still don’t know who Crosstie…Oh, Frank Tyson,” she said. “What do you
mean you saw me with him? I didn’t go with him to the party.”
“I accidently walked in on you and Crosstie,” I said. I wasn’t sure the
honesty approach was going to work but I figured I might as well be up-front
with her. Her eyes widened as she realized what I meant by walked in on them.
“Yeah,” she said slowly, her meal forgotten. “That was a mistake…an
accident…or something. I had too much to drink and maybe too much blow. Frank
got me into the room, got me undressed, and before I knew it we were bumping
uglies.”
“It looked like you were enjoying it,” I ventured.
“Oh, I’m sure I was,” she said. “He didn’t rape me, if that’s what you
were thinking. In fact he was good.”
“So, what was the mistake?”
“After that night I was assumed to be a girl any of the black guys could
make,” she said. “Frank apparently told all his team mates that I was easy. I
dated some of them before I found out that the white boys were strongly advised
to stay away from me. I was property of the black players. Bastards,” she added.
“I’ve fucked up my reputation for good.”
“Not with me,” I said. “You are still the same ol’ Annie to me. How about
some dessert?”
“So how come you wanted to go out with me after seeing me with Frank?”
she asked. “I’m surprised you would want anything to do with me after that.”
That kind of hurt because I hadn’t ever said anything to her that would indicate
I was a racist or a tight-ass prude. Hell it wasn’t as if I didn’t know she had
fucked around.
“I was a little surprised,” I admitted. “I mean surprised to see you with
a black guy. I didn’t know you ever dated blacks.”
“As you know there weren’t many black boys at our high school, but the
year after you left they combined two schools to save money. Suddenly we had a
lot of black boys attending our school. That worked out fine for the football
team. We took the state championship every year since. I dated a few of the new
boys. Does that bother you, Chuck?”
“Not in the way you mean,” I said with a grin.
“You didn’t answer me. Why did you want to go out with me after seeing
what you saw?”
“I remembered how much I loved dating you and frankly I wanted some of
what Crosstie was getting.” I still wasn’t sure just how well the honesty bit
was working, but I decided to stick with it.
“You did, huh?” she said giving me a long serious look. For a moment I
was afraid I overplayed the honesty thing until she suddenly laughed. “We did
have fun in high school, didn’t we? Okay, pal, since you sprung for a first-run
movie and a meal, I guess you will get lucky tonight. Do you have a place we can
go?”
I told her I had my own apartment and we could go anytime she was ready.
She was ready and we left. The apartment was because I convinced my dad that I
couldn’t study very well in a dorm room and he sprung for the apartment. I
silently thanked him all the way from the restaurant to the apartment.
I had sex with several girls and a few women since being at college, but
Annie was the best I had ever had. I liked fucking her when we were in high
school, but Annie had picked up a lot of new moves since then. She damned near
killed me that night. She fucked me until I saw stars. She let me rest and take
a nap before she woke me to start all over again. Neither of us had classes on
Saturday and that was a good thing because we didn’t get out of bed for more
than a few minutes all that weekend. Then Monday came and Annie was gone.
I called her several times and got a machine. Me and her fucking
answering machine were getting mighty friendly when finally I made contact with
her. She told me she had been busy with midterms and hadn’t been able to get
back to me. I didn’t buy that crap, but I pretended to. I knew for a fact she
was dating and I knew she was dating some of the black football players.
I didn’t give up, but I did give her more space. I dated other girls from
time to time. All that year Annie and I managed to go out a total of three
times. I was about to decide that I was wasting my time on Annie when she called
me.
I was studying for finals and I was still up but it was late. When my
phone rang I almost let my machine answer but I finally got it. I was surprised
when I identified the voice as Annie. It was hard because she was crying. She
asked me if I would come get her. I asked her where she was and she told me. I
told her I was on my way and she asked me to bring her a coat. I understood why
she wanted a coat when I got to the place she said she was.
I drove to the vacant parking lot behind the stadium. I went to the far
end as instructed and turned off my lights. I waited only a few minutes when
Annie came out of the bushes. From the glow of the street lights, I saw she was
bare-ass naked.
“Don’t ask,” were her first sobbing words after she got in the car. “Just
don’t fucking ask, Chuck!”
I didn’t ask her where she wanted me to take her. I took her to my place.
Once inside under the lights and after I took the coat from her I saw that she
was a mess. Her tits were bruised and marked. Her lips were puffy and there was
a trickle of blood on them. I heated up my shower and put her under the hot
water. I stripped and got in with her to hold her up because her legs didn’t
seem to want to hold her. Once in the shower I gently washed her, being careful
not to hurt her any worse. Poor Annie was a mess.
She allowed me access to her pussy and when she opened her legs, I saw a
well-fucked pussy. There was a lot of cum in her swollen cunt and in her
battered ass. I washed as much out as I could. After a long hot shower I put
her in my bed and she was asleep almost before her head was on the pillow.
The next morning I left her sleeping and went to class. I checked on her
several times that morning between my classes and each time she was still
sleeping. It didn’t appear to be a peaceful rest for her. She tossed and turned
and moaned a lot.
I blew-off my afternoon classes and went by a fast food place to pick up
some lunch for her. She seemed confused for a few minutes after I woke her, but
whatever happened hadn’t diminished her appetite. She inhaled the food I took
her.
She was wearing an old bathrobe of mine and when there was nothing left
to eat she said she wanted to soak in my tub and of course I let her. While she
soaked, she dispatched me to her dorm to get clothes for her. Her roommate
helped me pick out suitable attire for Annie and the roommate had a lot of
questions I had no answers for but I got the answers later that afternoon.
“I was gang-banged, Chuck,” Annie said. “I was gang fucked by at least
six black football players. I guess it was mostly my fault,” she added.
“How so?” I asked.
“Frank asked me a couple weeks ago how I would feel about a two guy
threesome and I told him I would have to give that idea a lot of thought. Later
he mentioned it again and told me he wanted to do me with his roommate, Tim
Morrison. I have dated Tim a few times and he was a nice guy, or so I thought.
I told Frank I hadn’t made up my mind about a threesome. Actually, I liked the
idea of two guys at my beck and call. Doing everything I wanted them to do for
me. I finally agreed to the threesome.”
“There is a lot of difference in a threesome and a gang-bang,” I said.
“Tell me about it,” she said ruefully. “Tim, Frank, and I had the
threesome about a week ago. We did it in the field house in their room. I won’t
lie about it. I liked the threesome a lot. Tim and Frank kept me going for over
two hours of non-stop sex and I must have had a hundred orgasms. Then last
Monday Frank asked me if I wanted a few more guys to play with. I said no way.
Two were great, but I didn’t think more would be better. Frank kept after me to
do a gang-bang and I kept saying no. I did agree to another threesome with Tim
and Frank and I went there last night thinking that was what was going to
happen.” When Annie fell silent for a long time, I encouraged her to continue
with the story.
“Tim, Frank, and I started fooling around and pretty soon they got me
naked and the fun started. First to do me was Frank and then when he finished it
was Tim’s turn. I should have known something was up when Frank didn’t cum but I
was flying high from the pot and the sex. Tim got on his back and told me to
mount him so I did. Tim was a bit larger than Frank and it felt good when he was
in me. Suddenly Tim wrapped his arms around me and held me still. I felt Frank
getting behind me and I felt something cold on my butt. Next thing I knew Frank
shoved his dick in my ass. At first it hurt like hell but pretty soon it started
feeling good. It was the first time I ever had two men in me at the same
time.
It didn’t take Frank long to unload in me and I came when I felt his cum
in my ass. Tim stayed still as Frank got off and I was surprised when I felt
another hard dick enter my butt. I could see who it was but I knew it couldn’t
be Frank. He had about a fifteen-minute recharge time.
I could hear voices in the room and I knew there were several boys in
there. After Tim shot his wad I was rolled off of him and there was another
black football player ready to take his place. Then another one and another one
after that. I tried to tell them I was through but they paid no attention to me.
What had started out as fun and games wasn’t fun any longer.”
“How long did it last?” I asked her.
“I’m not sure,” Annie said. “Three or four hours I guess. The longer they
fucked me the rougher it got. At some point it seemed as if sex wasn’t the
objective any longer. It was how much they could hurt me. When Frank left to go
find some more men, I ran out and hid outside the dormitory. I hid for a long
time until I got cold. I found a parked car that was unlocked and I rummaged
around in the car and found a quarter. I ran to a pay phone on the corner and
called you to come and get me. You wonderful sweet boy came and rescued me.
There you have the pitiful story of a fucked-up fool.”
I asked her if she thought she should go to the infirmary and get
checked. She said she didn’t think so but she was going to go home over the
spring break that was coming up in a few days. She stayed with me while the
exams were over then she left for home. I offered to take her home but she
declined so I went home by myself.
I spent the week helping dad with the business and then I went back to
school. I had not seen Annie while I was home and I hoped she was doing okay. I
did call but she wasn’t available.
When I arrived back at the university the place was buzzing with the
shocking news that Crosstie Tyson had been seriously hurt in some sort of freak
accident. Somehow, both of his knees were crushed. Also during the break three
other ball players were disabled. One was in an automobile accident and another
in a biking accident. The third one, a ball receiver, had both hands broken in
some mysterious accident.
It took me a while to figure out the odds that four football players
would all be seriously injured in one week was astronomical. Crosstie Tyson, Tim
Morrison, Tiny Weeks and George Wilson were four of the gang-bangers Annie named
for me and they were the four that were hurt. I knew there was no way that could
be a coincidence. All of them sustained injuries that eliminated them from their
sport and a possible career. It seemed doubtful that Crosstie Tyson would ever
play football again. He would walk with crutches for months and limp for the
rest of his life. George Wilson couldn’t catch anything with the claws he was
left with.
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