Darius' Legacy

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 made 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 daughters 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 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. 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 as since served two more tours in Iraq and Afghanistan.

I was just the opposite. I went to college and, after my junior year, married Amanda, my high school sweetheart. I finished school, got a job and we moved to California to attend Stanford. I helped start an internet company in Silicon Valley that has had its ups and downs. Amanda and I have been married for 19 years, and we have a lovely daughter, Cindy, who just had her 18th birthday.

Unfortunately, when we moved, my folks came out to California with us. They took a much smaller place (prices being what they are) and did not need permanent help. Darius' mom remained in Detroit where I believe she is working for another family in Gross Point.

A couple of weeks ago, I got a call from Darius. He was on leave and was in town for a few weeks. I hadn't seen him since high school 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 to visit.

I couldn't believe what I saw when I picked Darius up at the airport, that Friday. At 39, we were the same age 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 scary looking. AS he walked through the crowd, people were stepping out of his way. It looked like the parting of the Red Sea. I think they were surprised when he when up to a geeky looking white boy and gave him a big bear hug (that nearly crushed the air out of me).

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. I knew he would be surprised. At 39 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.

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, 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.

After showing Darius his room, we all moved out to the patio, by the pool, and had a few drinks. 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 daughter, 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.

Then Darius walked out all muscle's and bulging veins. He was wearing a small speedo that left nothing to the imagination. I noticed immediately that the form of his package was clear. You could see the faint outline of the head and veins and of his balls hanging bellow. Not only that, it must it rose over his left leg and showed at least seven inches. I remembered he was big, but shit, I think it had grown.

I was embarrassed for Amanda and Cindy, but neither one of them seemed to pay much attention. I did see a faint, familiar blush in Amanda's face though. Again, I thought it best not to draw attention by reacting.

We all went into the pool and Darius showed off his hard body and began horsing around, pulling everyone under, splashing, throwing the girls up into the air, and even catching them. One time, he wrestled me to the bottom, wrestled my head between his legs and held me there. I thought I was going to drowned, and I was humiliated at the way his balls were crushed into my forehead as I struggled to get free. Finally, he let go, and I came up sputtering and gasping for air. The girls were both chuckling, so I used that opportunity to get out of the pool and check on the food.

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. Its your house, boss."

**

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 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 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 drinks, 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 drinks) 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 boozed-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.

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.

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 take 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, homey. The winner gets Mandy."

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, 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?"

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, grabbed Amanda tossed her over his shoulder and carried her into the house. On the way in, he turned toward me, Amanda's ass next to his face, "See you in the morning. 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.

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

"Let's just get the 'ice-breaker' out of the way, shall we, Mandy sweetheart?" 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 white twat, Mmmm, you feel so good baby. I bet you have never had a black man before, have you?"

Amanda could hardly speak. She shook her head no then came instantly. The first of many orgasms she would experience that night.

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

"I knew you'd like it rough, baby. I could see it in

your eyes, all night. You like the big, strong types 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 Darius's. Her breathing was coming 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 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 to my wife getting fucked 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.

Darius rolled off Amanda and grabbed her by the hair,

"Lick me clean, woman. 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 the goo 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's 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 erection. "Yeah, that's good baby. Keep that up, just like that, you hot little slut. I'm loving it baby."

Amanda's head was bobbing as she sucked Darius in and out of her mouth. She was moaning with pleasure, her ass rotating in the air. Darius 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. Then he looked over her through the window at me and gave me a wink.

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

Darius gave her bare ass a resounding slap, leaving a red mark. "You are a hot little white whore, 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 Darius and Amanda's fucking. I may have missed a time or two, but by my calculation, Darius fucked my wife six

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 that night either.

Finally, at daylight, I walked in through the patio door, only to hear more moans and groans. Then after a while 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 Darius shoved his morning erection in and out of Amanda's asshole! That was something she had always said disgusted her, and she never wanted to even try it 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, Darius appeared and sat at the kitchen table. "Morning, homey. 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'a cut the cards." He laughed a huge laugh.

"You're a real bastard, Darius. 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. 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, suck a little nigga cock. 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. Darius 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."

"Now what did you like best?"

Amanda hesitated.

"Common. What did you tell me this morning? Say it. SAY IT!"

His shout startled her, so she blurted out "being your white whore."

Darius smiled. "See, that was easy. Mandy, just so Jimmy can see how much you like being my white whore 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 white mom with me. You know you're my dirty, little whore." He grabbed Amanda by the shoulders and forced 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 PTA wife sucked on Darius's big, veiny, black cock.