Taking Annie
                   

                                   Chapter 1



My name is Parker. That's all you need to know. You came home that 
first day to find me kissing your wife on your living room sofa. She 
was naked. I mauled her breasts, one in each hand, as I licked the side 
of her face. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed. She was 
moaning. Her legs were spread wide. Her cunt was wet and red. Then she 
came, whispering, "Parker...Parker...Parker..."

I didn't much care if you were present or not. I told you so right 
away. And I told you I'd be staying, with your pretty wife's blessing. 
My arms are thicker than your legs. I could smell the fear on you.

"I think I'll fuck you up," I said, minutes after I saw you enter your 
own home. And I did. Badly. I'm strong and know how to fight. You were 
half my weight and didn't have a clue. I bloodied your nose, broke your 
arm and two ribs.

You recovered in your guest room. I sleep in your bed, with your 
willing wife, Annie. You knew better than to object.

"I met him at the gym," your wife told you, when I was away. "He told 
me I was ripe, hungry to be owned by a real man. When he put my hand on 
his cock and kissed me, I knew he was right. The first time he fucked 
me, there was no turning back. He owns me, and you'd better not 
interfere."

That's all she would say - all she had to say really. One word from her 
and I'd beat you bloody. She warned you to bring me your paycheck and 
stay out of my way. And to do as you were told. You didn't have to be 
told twice.

I like to see her naked, so she is, constantly. Weekends, she brings me 
one beer after another by the pool. After a few I have her call you out 
to watch. You have to stand by my lounge chair and ask, "What can I do 
for you, Sir?"

"Have your wife blow me," or "Beg me to fuck your wife in the ass," are 
just a few of my requests. Of course you do as you are told. And she is 
always glad to oblige. Eagerly. When she sucks me, I turn her so you 
can watch her pussy redden and swell, then drip with juicy abandon. I 
make you get on your knees and lick her while she sucks my cock. She 
comes with your mouth glued to her snatch, screaming loud enough for 
the neighbors to hear. She swallows my cum like it's candy, then sucks 
me for more.

Each night you can hear us having sex in your bed, me grunting as I 
fill her with sperm, her moaning and gasping as she takes it, never 
getting enough of my immense cock.

I make sure she reminds you of our special relationship, even when I'm 
not around. "I just can't wait to get his beautiful cock inside me 
again," she'll say. "I never knew a man's cock could be so huge, and 
stay so hard for so long. I just feel so full, so stretched when he's 
in me. Just feeling his big nuts slap against me when we're fucking is 
enough to make me cum, right here, right now." She isn't shy anymore 
about the language she uses, even at the mall or the supermarket. The 
looks you get must be humiliating, to say the least.

Some days your wife calls you at work to ask a "favor". You have to 
call me to let me know she wants me to go to your home and fuck her, as 
soon as possible. Your own dear wife makes you tell me how her pussy is 
dripping wet for me, how she needs my giant cock inside her 
immediately.  And I go to her, usually around noon, fill her with cum, 
then come home and fuck her over and over that same night.

And your kids - what must they think of you, sitting by helplessly 
while I use their mother's precious body night after night? They don't 
call you Daddy anymore. In fact, they don't speak to you at all. They 
just stare at your sweet Annie and me as we begin our foreplay in front 
of the TV each night. Your daughter seems mesmerized by the size of my 
cock each time your wife takes it out to run her fingers over it. As 
for your son, well, he is no longer shy about ogling his mother's body 
as it responds to my caresses.

Annie's appearance has changed over time, at my whim. Her hair has 
grown longer, past her shoulders. I refuse to let her have it cut. 
She's dyed it blonde, platinum blonde, and always has it done in large, 
bouncing curls. I do love the look of a woman built for sex. I suppose 
you were shocked when I had her get implants. But she did it. For me. 
Anything for me. They're outrageously large for her slim body. Everyone 
stares at her. I like that.

Last week I made her wash my BMW in an absurdly tiny bikini, out front, 
in your driveway, where everyone could see. The three teenage boys 
across the street couldn't keep their eyes off her. I sat out front and 
watched, chuckling at the boys rapt attention. I'd have her wave and 
smile at them, then bend over to soak the sponge in the bucket of sudsy 
water, allowing her tits to fall invitingly out of the flimsy bikini 
top.

I called you outside as she put on a show for the guys. "Go over and 
tell them she's hot for them," I ordered. "Invite them over tonight. 
Tell them your wife wants some fresh young cock."

They eyed you warily as you approached, afraid you were going to make 
trouble. I'll bet saying the words was the hardest thing you've ever 
had to do.

"I, um, see you've been watching my wife," you stammered.

They all grinned, a little embarrassed.

"She'd like to know if you want to come over this evening."

"Well, sure, I guess, if it's OK with you," the tallest of the three 
answered with a smirk.

You turned to see me watching, listening to every word.

"She - she, um, wants some fresh young cock," you continued.

How humiliating. Blatantly offering your sweet Annie to the 
neighborhood kids. Have you no pride? Oh, of course not. Not anymore.

They all laughed nervously, then louder, when they understood you were 
serious.

"We'll be there!" they chimed together.

And they were true to their promise - all of them. I welcomed them at 
the front door, supplied beers all around, then introduced Annie, led 
naked, by you, from the kitchen.

My, how they stared at her tits, so huge and firm on her slim, little 
body. I've caught you staring a few times as well. I'll bet you'd like 
a crack at her these days, right? But of course that won't happen, 
ever. She might if I forced her, but I'd never make sweet Annie do 
something she now considers so disgusting.

I had her welcome her guests, each of them, with a long, slow, deep 
kiss. They were shy at first, but it didn't take long to see their 
erections grow inside their jeans with Annie's body pressed so tightly 
against them. She fondled each of the boys as she tongued them, 
groaning when she measured each hardening cock with her tiny hands. 
With no further urging from me, she had all three erections exposed in 
only minutes, watching wild-eyed as they stiffened in her hands. This 
was your wife, your dear, sweet, innocent Annie. You watched as though 
you hardly knew her. Of course, she completely ignored you.

"Tell us, Annie," I began. "Why have you asked these fine young studs 
here tonight? Why have you taken me as a lover, when you could have as 
much sex as you could possibly want with your husband?"

She didn't hesitate to answer, which pleased me immensely.

"He doesn't - I mean, he can't - I mean, well, he's so small."

She stared at the boys as she went on, looking from one to the 
next, her pretty face pleading to be satisfied.

"I mean, his penis," she continued. "It just isn't that big, or hard, 
and he can't do it - I mean, fuck me - for more than a few minutes. 
He's never made me cum. Never. I just, well, sort of pretended, so he 
would stop."

She turned to me suddenly, her face flushed, her nipples hard and 
throbbing.

"Oh God, Parker - you're the first - the first real man to put his cock 
in me - the first man to make me cum!"

She turned again to the boys, who were at first stunned, then tried  
their best to hold back grins as they watched for your reaction. They 
could see the shock on your face, and how you were shaking, then 
crying, like a pathetic child.

"You can see why she's hungry for some cock, boys," I interrupted. "Her 
husband's good at cowering and crying, but not much else. He does bring 
us a rather small paycheck every two weeks. I suppose that counts for 
something. So, let's say we have some fun."

Annie was still eyeing the boys' erections, nearly drooling at how 
urgently they hovered in the air, pointing directly at her, throbbing 
for her cunt.

"Annie," I announced, "you want these boys to fuck you, I want these 
boys to fuck you, and I'm sure the boys are more than ready. All we 
need is your husband's approval. So ask him. I think he should beg, 
don't you?"

How did it feel when she looked at you, knowing the only thing she 
needed from you was your request for three teenage boys to gang-bang 
her in your own home? Dear, sweet Annie, your loving wife of so many 
years, mother of your children, so willing to tell a room of strangers 
how bad you are in bed, how you don't measure up as a man, how she 
faked every single orgasm you've ever heard her utter, all for the 
chance to get not one, but three hard, young cocks inside her in a 
single night.

We didn't have to wait long for your answer. You must fear me terribly.

"P-please," you stuttered, "I beg you..." You looked at the first boy, 
the second, then the third. "I - I beg you, all of you - to - to - f-
fuck my wife."

"To fuck - whom?" I sneered. "Don't act as though she isn't in the 
room. It's not polite. Her name - her name..."

"Please, I beg all of you to, to, fuck - my wife, Annie," you repeated.

Your wife absolutely glowed. I was pretty pleased myself.

The rest of the night went perfectly. Annie fucked them all, at least 
twice. I believe she even pulled the tall one (you know, the one with 
the cock even bigger than mine) back into your bed a third time. 

Even though you witnessed the entire evening from a chair at the side 
of the bed, that last fuck had to be the hardest for you to watch. For 
hours she took a pounding from the boys. She was so insatiable, so 
hungry for cock, any cock, except yours. She took all of them so 
eagerly inside her, as though her cunt actually sucked the shafts of 
rigid flesh up into her flat little belly, then milked them tirelessly 
until they unloaded flood after flood of cum against her cervix. She 
screamed louder each time she climaxed, raging and panting like a wild 
animal in heat. Finally, after sucking him until he was fully engorged 
for the third time, she straddled him, reaching behind to find the huge 
post of warm flesh, then slowly lowering her sweat-drenched body onto 
it. You could see his immense cock stretch her as she sank lower, 
taking more and more of it inside her. You could hear her groan louder 
with each inch, her eyes closed, her slim body on fire for the monster 
between her legs, her mind now consumed by thoughts of another man's, 
another boy's, cock.

It must have taken two full minutes for her cunt to devour him to the 
root. By then she was gasping desperately for breath, shaking so badly 
that she could barely hold herself upright above his straining young 
body. Once-perfect curls of shining hair now hung in matted strings 
where sweat collected, then fell in tiny, constant rivers over her 
breasts and down her back. The sheer size of him forced from her a 
sudden wave of semen held within her for hours, collecting white and 
frothy in the tangle of black hair at the base of his cock. I heard you 
gasp when you saw it erupt from her hole and flow slowly over his 
balls. So much semen inside her, and none of it yours. And yet your 
wife wanted this, wanted the potent fluids of these young boys deep 
inside her, filling her until she overflowed, washing her tender cunt 
until no space in her hungry belly was untouched by it. She not only 
wanted it, by now she craved it.

Finally, she took all of him, every inch. She froze for an instant when 
she touched bottom, quivering as in a trance. A second later, as her 
clitoris pressed firmly against him, she cried out, collapsing onto 
him, clawing at the damp sheets and pumping her hips furiously, making 
you watch as the boy gave her the orgasm you couldn't. She made you 
listen to her screams, and watch the spasms and tremors of her hungry, 
naked body as the orgasm ripped through her. She let you know, beyond 
any doubt, that she would welcome this from any man - any man but you.

Of course I fucked her for hours after the boys left. And she enjoyed 
it every bit as much. She always does. And every day you come home from 
your monotonous job to find your sweet Annie naked, in my arms, or at 
my feet, craving the attention you can never give her. Any every night 
in our bed she offers up her thirsty young body to me, her mouth, her 
cunt, her ass - any and all of them, more than willingly.

But there are nights to come, so many nights for Annie to show her 
devotion to me in new ways, ways even she can't yet imagine. But just 
as much, she wants to show you as well, to prove her complete surrender 
to me at your expense. I know this because she tells me nightly, in 
quiet, ragged gasps, her wide blue eyes locked on mine as she writhes 
and thrashes at the end of my cock.