From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Winning by J. Boswell (MFf, cons)
Date: 3 Oct 1996 23:15:52 GMT

		Winning (Amanda) Through Intimidation
				  by
			      J. Boswell

	Greg and I are not brothers, although I've always considered
us that. Our mothers are twin sisters, and when Greg's dad ran out on
them, Greg and my Aunt Lou moved in with us. I was three and Greg was
six. We grew up together.

	Greg was always a big bruiser, wanting to be in control, and
I'd like to have a dime for every time he beat the shit out of me,
over the years. He was a lousy student and always a problem - his
mother and my parents were always bailing him out of trouble. Before
he even graduated from high school, he got into enough trouble with
the law, that Aunt Lou signed her permission for him to join the Army
to stay out of jail. Greg seemed to love the army, serving two tours
in Viet Nam (in some macho-commando type unit), and became a "lifer."

	I was just the opposite. I went to college and, after my
junior year, married Amanda, my neighborhood sweetheart, the summer
after she got out of high school. I finished school, got a job and we
moved out of state. Amanda and I have been married for twenty years,
and we have a lovely daughter, Cindy, who just had her eighteenth
birthday (Yeah, she's eighteen).

	A couple of weeks ago, I got a call from Greg. He just retired
from the service, after twenty years, and wanted to come visit. I
hadn't seen him in eighteen years, and wasn't sure I would even
recognize him. Anyway, he was almost my brother, so Amanda and I put
in for a few weeks vacation and invited him for a visit.

	I couldn't believe what I saw when I picked Greg up at the
airport, that Friday. At three years older than me, I knew he was
thirty-eight, but he looked ten years younger than that. His hair was
still clipped short, military style, and his 6'3" body bulged with
muscles on top of muscles. He looked like he had a thirty-inch neck
and could start as a linebacker for the Forty-Niners. He was huge and
mean looking - just the way I remembered him, growing up. As I was
driving home, he punched me in the shoulder while we were laughing
about something, and I thought I was going to pop through the car
door.

	He whistled when he saw the house, and whistled even louder
when he saw Amanda. I knew he would be surprised. Amanda had never
looked better. Blonde, blue-eyed, with fantastic skin and a drop-dead
body, she was a knock-out, in that clean, All-American way.

	Greg gave her a long, tight hug and ended the embrace with a
loud, wet kiss on her lips. "Mandy, you are one prime piece of woman.
The last time I saw you, you were a little scrawny thing, riding by
the house on your bike. You sure have developed! Now, just what the
hell are you doing, hitched up to a little geek like Jim?"

	Amanda blushed and giggled when Greg patted her rear, but I
saw the little look she shot me. I had warned her that I remembered
Greg as being rude and crude, and hadn't expected the army to improve
on that attitude very much.

	After showing Greg his room, we all moved out to the patio, by
the pool, and had a few drinks. By his second beer, Greg was acting so
at home, you would have thought it was his house.

	A little later, Cindy got home from school. My pride and joy,
I thanked the stars, every day, that Cindy got her Mom's genes in the
looks department. Also blonde and blue-eyed, she was just beautiful,
my sweet and innocent little girl. It was her last day of school for
the summer, and when she joined us, I introduced her to Greg. He was
crumbling his empty beer cans the way I'd crumble a sheet of writing
paper and telling us all the places he had been in the last twenty
years.

	I got some steaks out for the grill, and we all changed into
swimsuits. I noticed Amanda wore her most modest one-piece, but
unfortunately, my daughter didn't have a bathing suit her Father
considered modest.

	We all went into the pool and Greg showed off his hard body
and began horsing around with everyone, pulling us under, splashing,
throwing the girls up into the air, and doing cannonballs from the
side. One time, he wrestled me to the bottom, and I came up blubbering
and gasping for air. I used that opportunity to get out of the pool
and check on the food.

	Greg got out of the pool, popped open another beer, and sat
down beside me. "Jimmy-boy, you have paradise here." His eyes were
locked on Amanda and Cindy as they got out of the pool, "Yes, Jimmy-
boy, I think there's every little thing a man could want - house, car,
beer and two beautiful women. I think I'm ready to move in."

	"Well, Greg, you're my brother; the house and car are yours to
use, but," I nodded at Amanda and Cindy, "the older one is married,
and Cindy is a little too young for you."

	He looked at me over the top of the can, "Don't kid yourself,
Mister Suburbia. In Bangkok, Cindy'd be too old, already, to bring in
the big bucks. `Course, with a body like hers - already havin' those
big tits at her age - and that blonde hair, she could still bring in a
small fortune, every night."

	"That's disgusting, Greg."

	"Jimmy-boy, don't knock it, till you try it."

	During dinner, Greg told us one tale after another - from war
stories about the fights he'd been in, the medals he'd won, and the
men he'd killed, to drinking contests, and even his sexual conquests.
He could tell a good story and the two girls were hanging on his every
word.

	After dinner, Cindy reluctantly packed for a "sleep-over" at
her best friend's house. It was her big, end-of-the-school-year
celebration, and we had been hearing about it for weeks, so I was a
little surprised by her wanting to stay with the "old folks."

	When Amanda returned from delivering Cindy to her party, and
making sure it was chaperoned, we broke out some cards and began to
play "Hearts." I guess with the drinks, and the fact that Greg hadn't
done anything really outrageous, Amanda and I began to relax and enjoy
the evening, and (as usual, after a few drinks) Amanda became a tiny
bit of a flirt.

	Around about ten o'clock, Greg asked if we ever went skinny-
dipping. I guess he could tell from the look and smile Amanda and I
shared, that we had - quite often, as a matter of fact.

	He grabbed the deck of cards and said, "I thought so. Well,
we're all friends here. Let's play a few hands of `strip blackjack'
and then we'll go swimming."

	I started to decline, when I felt Amanda's hand on mine, "What
the hell, James. We're all family, and we don't want to get our guest
angry on his first night here."

	She was right. I didn't want to piss off a boozed-up Greg.

	Greg was the dealer and, to my surprise, he lost the first
hand. He was wearing only his swim trunks and he stood up and lowered
them off his hips. He had the largest, thickest cock I have ever seen,
hanging semi-rigid between his legs, and I could see Amanda giving it
a close inspection, also.

	He started to deal, and I asked him what he was betting, since
he didn't have any more clothes on.

	He smiled at me and said, "Don't worry about it, Jimmy-boy."
He won the next hand, and Amanda and I shed our shirts. I tied Greg on
the next hand, but Amanda went bust.

	"Mandy, Mandy, Mandy. Time to pay the piper, Dear." Greg
grinned from ear to ear as Amanda stood and slowly removed her bathing
suit. I think she was really enjoying the attention and made a little
strip-tease out of it.

	"I knew you were a natural blonde - never doubted it for a
moment, Mandy. And your tits - magnificent! You give new meaning to
going `bust.'" Greg only lifted his eyes from Amanda's large breasts
to stare into her eyes and smile. Amanda smiled back, totally relaxed
with her nudity.

	I stood up, "Well, I guess the game's over. Let's go
swimming."

	Greg grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back down into my
chair. "Jimmy-boy, what say you and me go mano-a-mano for one hand?
Winner take all?"

	"What are we betting, Greg?"

	He smiled at Amanda and then looked at me, "Well, the loser
gets the sofa for the night."

	"And the winner?"

	"Don't be dense, Jimmy-boy. The winner gets Mandy."

	I started to get up, "Don't be ridiculous, Greg. This has gone
far enough. You can't intimidate me into a crazy bet like that."

	In an instant, Greg grabbed my wrist and clipped my feet out
from under me. I fell forward, to the table, hitting it with my chin,
and was held there, in his iron grasp. He wasn't even sweating.

	Mandy placed her hand on Greg's huge chest. "Please! Please
don't fight. Don't hurt James, Greg."

	"I don't want to be ignorant, Jimmy-boy. Let's ask Mandy if
she's game." He turned and looked at her standing there, naked and
glowing in the moonlight. Still holding me, he stood and slapped his
huge semi-hard dick on the table. "What do you say, Mandy? You look
like a good sport. It'll be a good time for you, either way. Jimmy and
I will play one more hand. You get taken by the winner. Do you want to
be the prize, Mandy?"

	Amanda giggled and hiccupped. She looked at me, then at his
cock, and back at me. She nodded, once.

	"Good! I'll deal." Greg dealt me two cards and I went bust on
the third. He stood, grabbed Amanda around the waist and pulled her
into the house. Over his shoulder, he glanced at me and said, "See you
in the morning, Jimmy-boy. Lock up, turn out the lights, and be a good
boy, okay?"

	To my right, our bedroom light came on. I walked over to the
window and looked into the room.

	As they walked into the room, Greg lifted Amanda by her waist
and tossed her like a little stuffed animal onto the bed. He spit
onto his hand and rubbed his big cock.

	"Let's just get the `ice-breaker' out of the way, shall we,
Mandy?" He climbed onto the bed, spread Amanda's legs open and pushed
his hard cock into my wife's pussy. She grunted loudly at the swift
invasion.

	"Oh, Mandy! You're so wet, I could'a saved my spit. You must
get off on all the macho stuff, huh? It sure feels good stretching
your tight little twat."

	I watched as my wife's legs began to wrap themselves around
Greg's hips and her arms went to his neck.

	"I knew you'd like it rough, bitch. I could see it in your
eyes, all night. You like the big, strong man taking you, don't you?"

	And he was right. "Mandy" did seem to like it - hell! - she
seemed to be loving it! She was pumping her hips hard into Greg's. Her
breathing was in loud gasps and moans. She was clinging to him with
all of her strength.

	I suddenly became aware of the rock-hard erection I had. As I
watched Amanda start her orgasm, I started mine, shooting my cum
against the wall, without even touching myself. My legs felt wobbly as
I reached back for a chair and sat down.

	I sat there and listened to my wife getting fucked by my
"brother" and couldn't quite decide how I felt about the whole thing -
angry, jealous, but also very turned on, very hot.

	I could tell by the grunts and moans that Greg was cumming and
Amanda was enjoying her second orgasm. Hoping that it was over, I
stepped to the window, again.

	Greg rolled off Amanda and grabbed her by the hair, "Lick me
clean, bitch. Suck all the cum off me."

	Shocked, I watched Amanda position herself over Greg's still-
hard cock and lower her mouth around it, licking and slurping the goo
between her lips. I couldn't believe it! For our entire marriage, oral
sex after I had an orgasm inside her was out of the question for
Amanda - I always got up and washed myself. Now, Amanda was slurping
up Greg's cum like it was too precious to waste!

	Greg held Amanda's hair in his hand, pulling her head up and
down on his erection. "Yeah, that's good. Keep that up, just like
that, you hot little slut."

	Amanda's head was bobbing as she sucked Greg in and out of her
mouth. She was moaning with pleasure, her ass rotating in the air.
Greg took his other hand and inserted three fingers between her legs
and into her exposed cunt. His fingers were glistening with
lubrication when he pulled them out and roughly shoved one, and then
two, and, finally, the third finger into my wife's anus.

	"Oh, you're good! Keep that up, now. Oh, yeah. Now, listen,
you little slut, I'm getting ready to cum and I want you to swallow
every drop of it. Do you understand?"

	Amanda looked up at Greg and quickly nodded. Within seconds,
Greg began to hump his hips off the bed, pushing his meat even deeper
into my wife's hungry mouth. He was cumming, again, and I could see
Amanda's throat working as she swallowed his cum. A drop escaped her
lips and ran down her chin, dropping from there to her swaying breast.
When Greg was done ejaculating, Amanda knelt, caught the errant drop
on her finger and sucked her finger clean.

	Greg gave her bare ass a resounding slap, leaving a red mark.
"You are a hot piece of ass, Mandy, no denying that. But don't be
getting too comfortable, I've only just started."

	And he had. I dozed, fitfully, in the chair. Throughout the
night, I was awakened by the sounds of Greg's and Amanda's uninhibited
sex. I may have missed a time or two, but by my calculation, Greg
fucked my wife four times and demanded and received two blow jobs. He
was insatiable - never getting totally soft, always staying at least
semi-rigid. They didn't get much sleep, either.

	Finally, at daylight, I walked in through the patio door, only
to hear more moans and groans. I heard the shower start and realized
that the noises were coming from the bathroom. I peeked into the steam
to see them both in our over-sized tub, Amanda bent forward, the water
striking her back as Greg shoved his morning erection in and out of
Amanda's asshole! That was something she said disgusted her, and she
never wanted to even try with me!

	I stood there, with my own morning erection, stroking it until
I added my cum to the sticky, sweaty mess that was the sheet on our
bed. I dressed and went into the kitchen.

	In a little while, Greg appeared and sat at the kitchen table.

	"Morning, Jimmy-boy. You don't look like you slept too well. I
slept like a baby. I guess I should tell you that dealing Blackjack is
a hobby of mine. You should always cut the cards." He laughed a huge
laugh.

	"You're a real bastard, Greg. That's my wife you did that to!"
And I swung at him.

	Of course, he caught my hand and crushed it in his huge fist.
I crumpled to the floor, my hand still in his vise.

	"I didn't do a single thing to your little lady she didn't
want me to do, Jimmy-boy. And she seemed to like it, too. She's got a
hot and ready little pussy, and likes to use it. You didn't hear her
yelling for help, did you?"

	I managed a "no" between my clenched teeth.

	"No, she didn't. Look, she's been married a long time - she
just wanted to have a little excitement. All right, now, Jimmy. I'm
gonna let go, but you gotta behave, okay?"

	I nodded.

	He let go of my hand and I held it gently with my left. It
felt like all of the bones had been crushed to powder.

	Amanda walked into the kitchen, dressed in a skirt and
sweater. She looked like she had gone to a PTA meeting, instead of
fucking her ass into the bed all night. She looked at the floor and
not at me.

	Greg smiled. "Well, here's the party girl, now. Jimmy was
wondering if you had a good time, last night. I told him you did. You
did, didn't you?"

	Amanda nodded.

	"Tell him, so he knows you're all right. Tell him you had a
good time, Mandy. Tell him what you liked the best."

	Amanda looked at me, then back to the floor. "I had a good
time, James. I enjoyed myself, last night."

	Greg smiled, "See, Jimmy-boy, everything's all right. Mandy,
just so Jimmy can see that you WANTED to participate in the fun, last
night, what say you show him how you like to suck my wang?"

	"No, Greg. I can't do that. Not here. Not this morning."

	He reached up and grabbed Amanda by the hair, pulling her face
to within inches of his. "Listen, you little cunt. You think back to
last night and then tell me you can't. You were the hottest, cock-
greediest, little slut I've fucked in a long time. Don't go playing
Miss-Prim-and-Proper with me. You know you are a dirty, little whore."
He grabbed Amanda by the shoulders and forced her to her knees. "Unzip
me, bitch. You know what to do."

	I stood there, cradling my hand, feeling my cock grow hard as
I watched Amanda take Greg's hard cock out of his pants, and lower her
mouth down on to it.

	"Jimmy-boy, in the spirit of goodwill, why don't you lift your
little lady's skirt and do something useful with that boner in your
pants. Show her there's no hard feelings for being such a good hostess
to your guest."

	I didn't argue, because I didn't want to argue with him. I
wanted to do exactly what he was telling me to do.

	Amanda lifted her mouth off of Greg's erection as I lifted her
to a standing position and lifted her skirt over her bent back, "No,
James. Please don't. Not like this. Please!"

	But I didn't listen. I dropped my jeans and shorts, pulled her
panties down and entered her wet, hot cunt.

	I was nearing orgasm, fast, when Greg said, "Try her back
door, Jimmy-boy. It was a real struggle, this morning, but it should
be easy going, now."

	I immediately began my orgasm, and I could feel Amanda clench
around me as she started hers, too. When I was done and slipped out of
her slimy channel, Greg pulled his cock out of her mouth, lifted her
over his lap, until she settled her cunt down onto his erection, and
she rode him to one orgasm after another.

	Finally, Greg stood up, still holding Amanda on his cock,
walked to a wall, and pumped into my wife, pinned to the wall, until
he came. Amanda slid off his pole and to the floor.

	Greg stepped closer to her and held her chin up in his hand.

	"You know what to do, slut."

	Amanda knelt before Greg, licking and sucking his cock clean
of all their love juices. When she finished, she gently replaced his
still-hard cock in his pants and zipped them up.

	Greg sat back in his chair, "Ah! You know? A guy could really
get to like it around here. Now, who's cooking breakfast?"

	Cindy returned after breakfast, and the four of us went
sightseeing. Greg acted as if what happened the previous night and
that morning were as normal a thing as could possibly happen.

	Amanda managed a "I'm so sorry, James" whenever she got the
chance, but I watched as Greg spent most of the day with my wife and
daughter on his arms. I was watching for his slightest advance towards
Cindy, but he was the "kindly Uncle" to her, all day.

				* * *

	I awoke with a start. The clock said it was after 1 a.m. The
bed was empty beside me, and then I heard the heavy breathing. Amanda
was on the floor, beside the bed, on all fours, and Greg was plowing
into her cunt, doggie-style. I rolled over and tried to go back to
sleep.

	I woke up after 2 a.m., and as I looked to the side, it was
obvious Greg was on his back, on the floor, and Amanda was stifling
her cries as she came, riding Greg's cock as he pinched and pulled her
hard nipples on her big, bouncing boobs. Greg was right - my wife was
a slut!

	Greg stayed for well over a week, and it was the same, every
night. Greg came into our bedroom and fucked my wife, over and over,
until the small hours of the morning. Whenever Cindy was out of the
house, Amanda's mouth and cunt and ass were open for business, however
and wherever Greg wanted them. It didn't matter to them whether I was
in the house, or even in the same room! There was no denying the fact
that Amanda was really getting off "being taken" by this big brute.
She couldn't get enough of his rough stuff. Greg was in total control.
He even shaved Amanda's cunt!

				* * *

	By Tuesday, I had seen enough and went back to work. It was
almost as bad as staying home and watching, because I couldn't get
their fucking out of my mind.

				* * *

	One day, during the second week, I was leaving for work when
two huge Black guys pulled into the driveway. They said they were Army
buddies of Greg's, and he had invited them over for a visit.
Fortunately, Cindy was staying over at a friend's that day. I don't
know what happened, but the two guys were gone and Amanda was asleep
when I got home from work, and she didn't wake up until Greg joined
her for his nightly orgy. She never said a word to be about her day
with the three ex-Army buddies.

	Finally, on the second Wednesday, Greg told us he was leaving
on Friday. When Greg came into the bedroom that last night, I went out
onto the patio and watched through the window.

	There wasn't a thing Amanda wouldn't do to or for Greg. She
even cleaned his cock with her mouth after he came in her ass! The two
of them carried on long into the night, until it was Greg who
surrendered, saying he was too tired to go on.

	Amanda was asleep with a satisfied smile on her face by the
time I got back into bed.

				* * *

	At the airport, the next day, Greg sat beside me in the car.
"Jimmy-boy, just make believe these two weeks never happened. I'm
gone and things can get back to normal."

	"How in the hell am I supposed to forget any of this happened,
you prick?"

	"Easy, boy, don't make it any harder than it has to be. Mandy
was just having a harmless little fling with me and it's over. She
told me that, until I arrived, you were the only guy that she's ever
fucked. She wanted some strange meat. She was just sowing some wild
oats she had stored up. Let it rest, Jimmy."

	He got out of the car and I called out, "Greg!"

	He turned and looked in the window.

	"Don't come back, again, Greg. Ever."

	"I hear you, little brother. I won't be back."

	I nodded. "And, thanks."

	"For... ?" he asked.

	"For not trying anything with Cindy."

	He shook his head and laughed, "I didn't have to try anything
with Cindy, Daddy. My second night there, she came into my room and
fucked and sucked my brains out. It was her idea. She said she'd been
fucking older men, and that I was the most exciting man she had ever
met, and she wanted me. Who was I to stop her?

	"That night, and every night, your little daughter visited me.
After Cindy left my bed, I had to rest an hour or so, before I could
visit Mandy. That little girl of yours tired me out! Oh, yeah - she's
even hotter in bed than your wife - and that's saying something!"

	He turned and walked into the terminal.

	I started the car and wondered what life was going to be like
at home. Greg said to let it get back to normal - what the fuck is
normal?

				* * *

	Well, Greg left a little over three months ago, but he left
his legacy behind.

	Cindy moped a little after her "Uncle Greg" left. Amanda was
at first conciliatory, but it was soon evident that I wasn't giving
her what she wanted and needed.

	Greg also left me a phone bill with over $600 in long distance
charges, he "borrowed" one of my credit cards and charged over $3,100
in clothes and luggage, and over $9,000 in stamps is missing from my
collection.

	But he did leave me something to remember him by. As hard as
it is to believe, both Amanda and Cindy are pregnant, and I had a
vasectomy years ago.

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