PooNnet: Winning Amanda Through Intimidation

WINNING AMANDA THROUGH INTIMIDATION
Written by J. Boswell, Illustrated by Jaguar

An illustrated interracial cuckhold story

Darius and I are not brothers, although I've always considered us that. I grew up in Gross Point, Michigan which is the top end suburb of Detroit. Darius' mom was our live in maid and Darius grew up in our guest house and attended school in our neighborhood. We would play together every day and were basically inseparable until we graduated from high school.

Everyone knew that he was not in the same financial sphere but he was such a big, bruising bastard and a great athlete that no one cared as long as the football team, the track team, and the basketball team won district every year. He came to most of the parties and people treated him like a friend. Of course, none of the girls would date him because their families would not accept their flowers dating a black guy, but from what I knew of him from the locker room, the ladies would have definitely enjoyed themselves.

Things changed a bit when high school was over. Darius was a lousy student and always a problem - his lady 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. Darius seemed to love the army, serving during the first Gulf War, and became a "lifer" (in some macho-commando type unit) traveling the world. He has since served two more tours in Iraq and Afghanistan.

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As I was driving home, he punched me in the arm 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. She greeted us at the door in a short summer dress and white high heels that accentuated her long lean legs. I knew Darius would be surprised. At 36, Amanda had never looked better. Tall at 5'8" with wavy blonde hair, blue-eyes, fantastic skin and a drop-dead body, she was a knock-out in that clean, All-American way. She looked like a lingerie model and to this day, I count my blessings that I've been able to keep her from all the guys that constantly hit on her.

Darius gave her a long, tight hug and ended the embrace with a loud, wet kiss on the lips. "Mandy, you're one prime piece of woman. The last time I saw you, you were a skinny little thing cheering for me by the sidelines as I ran by. You sure have developed! Now, just what the hell are you doing, hitched up to a little geek like Jim here?"

Amanda blushed and giggled when Darius patted her rear, lifting her skirt a little more than I was comfortable with, but I saw the little look she shot me. We remembered Darius as being a bit arrogant in high school and hadn't expected the army to improve on that attitude very much.

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After showing Darius his room, we all moved out to the patio, by the pool, and had a few takes. By his second beer, Darius 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 Darius. She was used to having some black kids in her classes in Palo Alto, but no one the size and background of Darius.

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 flower, at 18, didn't have a bathing suit her Father considered modest. She had put on a pink string bikini that I would have been embarrassed to see in a men's magazine. I went to tell her to change but Amanda stopped me. "Let's not embarrass her." She was right. As parents of a teenage girl, you have to pick your battles.

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Darius got out of the pool, popped open another beer, and sat down beside me. "Hey homey, you have certainly have a paradise here." His eyes were locked on Amanda and Cindy as they got out of the pool, "Yes, 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, Darius, you're like 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. There are parts of the world where Cindy'd be too old to sell already and 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 from a few folks I know."

"That's disgusting, Darius."

"Hey, don't knock it, till you've try it. Little White Slave girls are all the rage among the foreign power brokers. When we were in Sudan..."

"Alright, that's enough."

"Whatever you say. It's your house, boss."

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During dinner, Darius told us one tale after another - from war stories about the fire-fights he'd been in, the medals he'd won, and the men he'd *******ed, to takeing 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 "relax-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 reluctance to leave the "old folks."

When Amanda returned from delivering Cindy to her party, and checking to be sure it was chaperoned, we broke out some cards and began to play "Hearts."

I guess with the takes, and the fact that Darius hadn't done anything really outrageous, Amanda and I began to relax and enjoy the evening, and (as usual, after a few takes) Amanda became a tiny bit of a flirt. Around about 10 o'clock, Darius 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 *****d-up Darius. Darius was the dealer and, to my surprise, he lost the first hand. He was wearing only his Speedo and he stood up and lowered them off his hips. He had the blackest, largest cock I have ever seen, hanging between his legs. My estimate of seven inches was off by about two. He was getting semi-hard and all the veins seemed to be giving off a pulse. I could see Amanda giving it a close inspection.

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Finally, he sat down and started to deal. 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." He won the next hand, and Amanda and I shed our shirts. I tied Darius on the next hand, but Amanda went bust.

"Mandy, Mandy, Mandy, time to give it up." Darius grinned from ear to ear and gave a whoop as Amanda stood and slowly removed her bathing suit. I think she was really enjoying the attention even though she looked a little nervous as she quickly stripped and sat back down at the table.

"I love natural blondes. You give new meaning to going 'bust.'" Darius only lifted his eyes from Amanda's large breasts to stare into her eyes and smile. Amanda smiled back. Oddly, she did not seem nervous, but her swelling breasts and rock hard nipples indicated she was getting excited.

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I was getting concerned that things were going too far. I stood up, "Well, I guess the game's over. Let's go swimming."

Darius grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back down into my chair. "What say you and me go one-on-one for one hand? Winner takes all? Kind of like playing 'horse' at the old basketball hoop back in Detroit."

He failed to mention that I never won any of those games. "What are we betting, Darius?"

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

"And the winner?"

"Don't be stupid, Jim. The winner gets Mandy, of course."

I started to get up, "Don't be ridiculous, Darius. This has gone far enough. You can't intimidate me into a crazy bet like that." In an instant, Darius 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 effortlessly, in his iron grasp. He wasn't even sweating. Mandy placed her hand on Darius's huge chest. "Please! Please don't fight. Don't hurt James, Darius."

"I don't want to be a prick, Jim. 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?"

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Amanda hiccupped. Wide-eyed, she looked at me, then at his cock, and back at me. In my position, I looked straight at her legs. I thought I saw a bit of a glistening.

She nodded and said, "Okay" in a small voice.

"Good!" he let me up. "I'll deal."

Darius dealt me two cards and I went bust on the third. He stood up, grabbed Amanda tossed her over his shoulder and carried her into the house. On the way in, he turned toward me and grinned, Amanda's ass next to his face, "See you in the morning Jimmy-boy! Lock up, turn out the lights, okay?"

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

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I suddenly became aware of the rock-hard erection I had. As I watched Amanda start to orgasm again, 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 as my wife was getting her brains fucked out by Darius 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 Darius was cumming hard and Amanda was enjoying his orgasm this time. Hoping that it was over, I stepped to the window, again.

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

Shocked, I watched Amanda position herself over Darius's still-hard cock and lower her mouth to it, licking and slurping his cum between her lips. I couldn't believe it! I always got up and washed myself after sex never thinking to ask her to do something so kinky. Now, she was slurping up Darius' cum like it was too precious to waste!

Darius held Amanda's hair in his fist, pulling her head up and down on his massive cock. "Yeah, that's good baby. Keep that up, just like that, you hot little slut. I'm loving it baby."

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Darius smiled. "See, that was easy. Mandy, just so Jimmy can see how much you like being my little slut what say you show him how you like to suck my cock?"

"No, Darius. 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're the hottest, cock-greediest, little whore I've fucked in a long time. Don't go playing Miss-Prim-and-Proper soccer mom with me. You know you're my dirty, little whore." He grabbed Amanda by the shoulders and powerd her to her knees. "Unzip me. You know what to do."

I stood there, cradling my hand, feeling my cock grow hard as I watched Amanda take Darius's ebony cock out of his pants, and lower her mouth down on to it. I watched as my sweet little wife suck on Darius's big, veiny, black cock.


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

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

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

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