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Subject: WINNING by J. BOSWELL
Date: 3 Oct 1996 23:15:52 GMT
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                    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 2 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 __ years, and we have a lovely daughter, Cindy, who just had
her 18th birthday (Yeah, she's 18).

     A couple of weeks ago, I got a call from Greg.  He just
retired from the service, after 20 years, and wanted to come
visit.  I hadn't seen him in 18 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 38, but he looked 10 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 30-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 20 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 10 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 swimtrunks 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 2 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 2 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.  Alright, 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 alright.  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 alright.  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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