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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