Getting Even With Annie

Getting Even With Annie
By: Just Plain Bob (rdavis9607@msn.com)

I hate cock teasers with a passion and God must hate me because he pushes so many of them my way. The latest in this long line of despicable creatures is my Cousin Larry's wife Annie. Larry met Annie when he was stationed in San Diego, married her, and then brought her home with him and inflicted her on us. Larry's parents, my Uncle Sal and my Aunt Sophie, threw them a party to welcome Larry home and to introduce his new bride to all the family and friends. Annie wasted no time and by the time the party was over every male there over the age of thirteen (and quite possibly some of the younger ones) had a case of blue balls. For the married guys, or the single guys with accommodating girl friends, it probably wasn't a problem, but for the rest of us who had no female companions, it was hell. And then it got worse.

Larry had been in the Navy for four years and when he got home he started having parties and inviting people over for dinner to renew old friendships and catch up on everything that had gone on while he was gone. Annie, curse her black heart, used these occasions to torment the men, married or single, who attended and Larry, poor schmuck, never noticed.

After about six months of this a couple of guys tried to tell him that he needed to talk to her, but Larry laughed it off. He said that Annie was just a "natural flirt" and it was all done as good, clean fun. Let me describe one of those episodes of "good, clean fun." Larry had come to work for the same company I work for and he had joined our bowling team as a substitute bowler. He invited the team members and their significant others to a party one Saturday night and at one point during the evening I found myself alone with Annie in the kitchen. I saw her look around to make sure we were alone and then she came over to me and asked:

"Does this dress show too much of my tits?"

I looked at the low cut dress and said, "I don't think it shows enough."

She laughed at me and then walked to the other side of the kitchen table (out of my reach) and then she pulled down the top of her dress exposing her bra-less tits, "How's that baby!" and then she pulled up her dress and left the room. An hour later I was out on the patio getting some fresh air when she came up to me.

"Tell me the truth, did you like my tits?"

I said, "They were okay."

"Okay?" she said, "Just okay?" and she reached down and groped me. I was hard (I'd just watched her walk toward me) and she giggled, "You like me. You really like me."

I grabbed her shoulders, pulled her to me and kissed her on the mouth. Her tongue darted in and we stood there necking for a good minute and then I reached down and touched her tits. She pulled back from me and slapped me with her open hand, "How dare you!" she sputtered and then she turned and left me to watch her walk indignantly away.

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It went on like that for a year and then one night several of us were playing poker and the subject of Annie came up. Everyone at the table (seven of us) had an Annie story to tell and then George Herman said:

"What the bitch needs is for everyone she has teased to get together and gang fuck her."

This was greeted with shouts of "hell yes" and "count me in" and "right here on this table."

It suddenly got very quiet around the table and after several moments of silence Phil Means said:

"How can we make it happen?"

Then the conversation got general as everyone came up with a plan to see that Annie got her just desserts. Almost all of the plans were far fetched and would have required a James Bond to make them happen, but one sounded like it could be made to work. As we talked it suddenly became apparent to everyone present that we had gone from the joking stage to the point where everyone wanted to see it happen. The plan was grounded in the fact that most of the wives and girl friends of the men that Annie teased didn't like it either. Tom Shipman, whose wife Mary was very vocal on the subject of Annie, said he believed that he could get Mary to invite Annie over some night and all of us could be there waiting for her.

Cries of "yeah, that'll work" stopped when Cal Usable said, "Won't that be rape?"

More silence and then I said, "Not if we stick together on our stories. She has teased us for a year now, and has finally let us know that she likes group sex and the whole thing was her idea. Why else would she have come to a house to meet with seven men? She's only crying rape now because she thinks Larry is going to find out and a girl has to protect herself, right?"

Everyone nodded and what had started as joking around was about to become a reality.

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The first step in the plan went off without a hitch. George, who was one of the three managers where Larry and I work, offered Larry an assistant supervisor's position on the afternoon shift and Larry took it. Larry was now out of the way. The next step was for Tom's wife Mary to develop a friendship with Annie. This proved easy since Annie was not popular with the other wives and girlfriends in our circle of friends and relatives. Annie eagerly grabbed on to Mary's offer of friendship and soon the two of them seemed inseparable. That Mary would do her part in this was never in doubt as far as most of us in the group were concerned, because Mary was our favorite slut. What Tom didn't know was that Mary had been the class punchboard and everyone in our little group had fucked her for years; sometimes we had even gang fucked her. She had cut us off when she got married, but there was still a bond between us that would last forever.

The big night came. Mary called Annie and told her that Tom was out of town and she needed some company and would Annie like to go out for dinner with her? Annie certainly would and Mary left to pick her up. Mary was supposed to order wine with the meal and get as much of it into Annie as she could. Hopefully Annie's being a little sloshed would make things go easier. The phone rang and it was Mary telling us that they were on the way.

We were all stripped down and waiting when something occurred to me. Mary was bringing Annie home to a naked Tom. What did that mean? Well, I thought as headlights pulled into the driveway, we will soon find out. We all ran up to the master bedroom and waited. Mary was supposed to bring Annie up to show her some new dresses that she found at this "marvelous little boutique over on Avalon." We heard the women coming up the stairs, the door opened, Mary hit the light switch and the whole plan became a waste of time!

Annie stood there, looking at us in all of our naked splendor, and then she smiled and her fingers went to the buttons of her blouse:

"I wondered if you slow witted morons were ever going to wake up and figure out what I really wanted."

As we watched Annie undress we noticed that Mary was stripping too. I turned and looked at Tom who smiled and said:

"Mary and I have no secrets from each other, but our secret is that we are swingers and we've kept it from all of you till now."

As Annie walked past me on her way to the bed she reached out and patted my cheek, "Still like my tits?"

The next four hours were wall to wall sex as the nine of us tried out all the positions and combinations that we could think of. Finally Annie said:

"Enough studs! Larry will be home in a little while and I need to be there waiting for him."

Tom drove her home so Mary could stay and play with the rest of us.

That was three months ago. Our every other Friday night poker game is weekly now, only not much in the way of cards gets played. Mary and Annie, naked except for high heels, serve drinks and snacks until the guys can't take it anymore and the cards get thrown down and the clothes come off. Annie is still a tease, but there are seven of us who don't care anymore because we know that come Friday night she will put all the cocks she made hard to good use.