Laundry Night

                     by Maddogg (mperkins@hoflink.com)

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  Standard Disclaimer--These stories are intended for the entertainment of
                               adults only!

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"Ring Dammit!" exclaimed Pam Stone, directing her anger at her obstinately
silent telephone. After a moment she sighed dejectedly accepting, if it
hasn't rung by now, it wasn't going to.

She glanced at the clock. Eight thirty on a Saturday night. No plans, no
prospects. Pam had left messages for at least a half dozen friends over the
past couple of days trying to connect. Not one extended the courtesy to
call back. She hated the idea of another Saturday night alone with NOTHING
to do.

Well, not really nothing. She knew she could always go out alone and hit
the bars. She hated going out alone. She also hated the kind of guys she
met in bars. Oh, she had no problem going home with a guy for sex, but,
eventually they always seem to want to talk to her. See her again. Call
her. Date her. Sometimes fall in love. No, hitting the bars tonight is out
of the question.

She was still young, only 24. She wasn't interested in any type of
relationship just now. Her life was too complicated. Her career was still
in it's early stages. She had other interests that took up her time too.
She wanted to taste life before she packed it in to become someone's wife.

Why couldn't she just find a guy who would fuck the shit out of her once in
a while and go about his business? She knows these guys exist. Her
girlfriends are always talking about them.

"Ah well", she muttered to no one, "I guess I have to get it over with."
She couldn't put it off any longer. She was of course, referring to her
laundry.

It had been nearly 3 weeks before she had gotten around to it. She wasn't
making enough money yet to send it out. Her real reason for wanting to hook
up with a friend tonight was to avoid the inevitable. She knew she had to
do the laundry and was looking for an excuse to put it off another day.

It really was for the best. Even the T-shirt she was wearing had a tea
stain on it. She couldn't change to a clean one because she didn't have a
clean one. She began the task of getting her bags of dirty clothes together
along with her laundry supplies and head of the laundry room in the
basement.

She really wasn't worried about security. She lived in an upscale building
in New York City. There was a doorman in front all the time. Her only
concern was, it was hot down there. The laundry room wasn't air
conditioned. It can get hot and humid in July, especially in the laundry
room. She had complained about this fact to Mr. Jones, the building super.
He just shrugged his shoulders and walked away muttering that there wasn't
anything he could do about it. To aid her comfort a little, she shimmied
out of her jeans and pulled on a pair of short cut offs.

As was her habit when she changed clothes, she looked at herself in the
mirror. She had black shoulder length wavy hair. She wore a 36 C bra. At
her age, her boobs had not yet started to sag. They stood straight out. She
thought for a while she could stand to lose an inch or two off her tummy
and her ass, but she rarely got complaints. Besides her ass also hadn't
started to sag either. She thought the 2 round globes of her ass firmly
jutting outward looked kind of good.

It took her 3 trips from her apartment door to the elevator to carry all 4
bags of laundry, her detergent, change purse and keys plus a trashy romance
novel she was reading to kill time.

It took another 3 trips from the elevator to the laundry room to get all
her laundry there. She wasn't surprised that no one was down there. Who in
their right mind would be doing their laundry on a Saturday night? Half the
building was probably away for the weekend at the Hamptons or the Jersy
Shore. The other half was probably out or on the way. It was a small
consolation knowing she would have the room to herself.

She loaded all 3 machines with about half her laundry plus detergent. As an
after thought, knowing she would be alone, she peeled off the dirty T-shirt
she was wearing and tossed it into one of the machines. This exposed most
of her body leaving nothing on but her bra, the cutoffs and panties plus a
pair of sandals.

She then inserted the appropriate number of quarters to get things going.
Having done that she turned to the corner of the room where a bench sat
that people used to sit on and fold their laundry when it was done. "Damn"
she muttered. One leg of the bench had been broken off by one of her
inconsiderate neighbors. The bench was there, but it was laying down and
useless. She made a mental note to speak to the super, Mr. Jones about
this.

She really didn't like Mr. Jones. He was one of those old black gentlemen
that you couldn't let intimidate you. He shuffled along doing as little as
possible. Even though he was at least twice her age, he referred to her as
Ms. Stone and rarely looked her in the eye.

She had come from a wealthy Kentucky family where she had been a debutante.
Most of the servants were a lot like Mr. Jones. She knew how to deal with
people like him. You have to be persistent and stern. They usually are
inherently lazy and will try get away with whatever they can, but you can't
let them.

She looked around the room for an alternate place to sit so she could relax
and read her book but a there were no other chairs of any kind. "Great" she
muttered. She took a moment to consider her options. The only thing in the
room that might be sat on was the washers themselves. She weighed about
120, and the machines looked pretty solid so she decided to give it a shot.

She grabbed her book and pulled herself onto the washer on the end and
straggled her legs on either side of the corner. The machine was on and
vibrating softly. She opened her book and began to read.

This particular novel was one of her favorites. She had read it before. The
heroine of the book reminded her of herself. She was a British Nobel woman
that lived about 100 years ago. She was about her age and very independent.
The premise of the novel had this woman on a visit to Arabia where she got
lost in the desert. A band of nomads found her. The leader of the nomads
was a young handsome man (of course) who has a torrid affair with the
woman.

In the part she was reading now, the woman had been brought before the
leader for the first time. The man dismisses most of his followers (except
2 body guards) in order to be alone with the woman. They do not even speak
the same language, but within a few moments they are kissing madly and make
passionate love.

After several minutes she noticed she was getting really turned on by the
story, much more than usual. She stopped and considered this for a moment
thinking it may be because it has been nearly a couple of months since she
had any sex herself. Then she realized the machine she was sitting on had
gone into it's first spin cycle, which was accompanied by a pronounced
vibration.

Without realizing it, she had leaned her torso forward and was grinding her
crotch into the corner of the washing machine. As soon as she realized what
she was doing she jumped off the machine in embarrassment. Then, after a
moment she realized how silly that was as no one would be coming to the
laundry room tonight. "OK, what the fuck" she muttered and jumped back on
the machine and continued to read.

As the spin cycle continued she got REALLY turned on. She felt her juices
flowing. As the character in the book was making love, she seemed to feel
it herself. After a few more minutes she was close to orgasm. She was
breathing fast and heavy. She had to put the book down and brought up her
left hand and started rubbing her tits through her bra. She started to
softly moan out loud when the spin cycle ended just short of her orgasm.
"Dammit" she said frustrated. "Now what."

Then it occurred to her, this wasn't over. There were 2 more spin cycles
before the laundry was done. Driven now mainly with frustrated sexual lust,
she was determined not to miss another opportunity. In order to maximize
her stimulation, she jumped off the washer and yanked down her cutoffs
leaving on just her bra and panties.

She then jumped back on the machine, this time facing the machine. She
leaned forward with her elbows on the machine and her cunt grinding down on
the corner that had caused her so much pleasure a couple of minutes ago and
her pink bikini pantied ass straight up in the air. The machine was
vibrating softly in the wash cycle. Even though this wasn't the spin cycle
yet, she ground herself cunt hard trying to get what pleasure she could.
Her nipples were very sensitive so to increase her pleasure she unsnapped
the catch on her bra in the front and let her ground her nipples into the
machine as well.

This was nice, but she could hardly wait for the next spin cycle. It came a
few minutes later and the machine started to really shake. As she was
already so turned on, it took just a few seconds before she was shaking her
ass back and forth, closing her eyes and moaning softly. "This was great",
thought Pam. Damn, was she horny!

After another minute or two her own shaking became more violent and
pronounced and her soft moans changed to a loud staccato "Ah!", "Ah!",
"Ah!,". Finally after another 5 minutes she began to cum and really started
to yell "AAAAAHHHhhhh!", "AAAAAHHHhh!" and her whole body was shaking
uncontrollably.

Just about that time the second spin cycle ended. She opened her eyes and
for the first time noticed she wasn't alone. All the color drained from her
face and her mouth fell open in horror. In the doorway of the laundry room
stood Mr. Jones!

Pam had completely forgotten Mr. Jones had a small studio apartment in the
basement provided for him by the landlord. That way he could be on-hand at
all times if any problems occurred (talk about a problem!).

Mr. Jones was smiling. The first time Pam had ever seen him smile. He was
also looking Pam straight in the eye, which was very unusual. His eyes
looking different. They had a strange glassy glint. This look made Pam very
nervous.

He was also barefoot and naked from the waist up. In fact, all he was
wearing was an old gray pair of sweat pants. In his left hand, at his side
he was holding what appeared to be a half full quart size bottle of beer.

After a few moments Pam recovered from the shock of being found almost
naked and frigging herself on the washing machine. She dropped off the
washing machine onto her feet and covered her exposed boobs with both
hands. She still had panties on so she didn't worry about covering her
private parts, but may have considered it if she realized the crotch was
soaked!

Pam had never seem Mr. Jones like this before. He was at least twice her
age. His face looked tired and made him look older than he probably was.
This, a result of a hard life. He had salt and pepper colored hair cut in a
short afro. His body was impressive. He was at least 6 1/2 feet tall and
very muscular. He had a thin waist and broad muscular shoulders. She had a
fleeting thought he was actually sexy.

Pam finally was able to speak. She pointed her chin toward the broken bench
and said, "Mr. Jones! That bench must be fixed right away!" was all she
could croak out. "Brilliant" she thought to herself sarcastically. "That
will put things into perspective."

For several seconds Mr. Jones remained motionless with the big smile on his
face. This smile began to increase Pam nervousness about this whole
situation.

Finally Mr. Jones began to laugh. He laughed for a full minute as Pam's
face managed to get redder and redder. Finally he said "Well Ms. Stone, I
heared your hollerin' and thought someone was getting kil't so I came
running. Shit, Ms. Stone, you sure got a purdy ass waving up and down on
the washing machine like you do!" He then held up his half full bottle and
asked "Wanna take a pull?" Now Pam was feeling anger. She was almost
relieved because this anger seemed to make her feel less frightened of the
situation. Ignoring Mr. Jones offer, Pam said sternly, "Thank you but as
you can see, no help is needed, so please go back to your apartment.
Goodnight Mr. Jones."

Pam noticed the bottle in Mr. Jones had wasn't beer, but some kind of cheap
malt liquor instead. Mr. Jones took a drink then said, "I dunno Ms. Stone."
Mr. Jones continued, "Looks to me like you might could use a little help."
As he said this he took his right hand and began to lewdly stoke his penis
through his sweat pants.

Pam's eyes followed Mr. Jones hand and couldn't help but notice how big Mr.
Jones penis was. It didn't appear Mr. Jones was wearing anything under the
sweatpants, so there wasn't much left to the imagination. His cock was
obviously nearly fully erect. It seemed to Pam it had to be at least a foot
long. Her mouth dropped open.

Mr. Jones noticed where Pam's eyes were focused and her reaction. He had to
comment "Bet you never seen a dick one like this before."

Pam responded "Whatever do you mean?" she replied coyly.

"You looking at my lucky 13." said Mr. Jones.

"Excuse me?" asked Pam.

"My dick Ms. Stone. My 13 inch dick." Mr. Jones then hooked his thumb on
the band of the sweatpants and yanked them down just a bit. Out popped a
huge black cock. The biggest cock Pam had ever seen! Mr. Jones was not
exaggerating when he said it was 13 inches. It was also as thick as her
wrist. She let out an audible gasp.

Mr. Jones started to smile even more broadly before. "You likes what you
sees, don't Ms. Stone." She couldn't reply because she was still stunned.

In the next moment or two a lot of things raced through Pam's mind. Her
first impulse was to scream and run. There was a part of her that was still
horny from her hot book and experience on the washing machine. This part
was turned on by the obscene sight before her.

Then she remembered a lecture she had attended once about dealing with
attackers. The speaker said to remain calm and not fight. This way her
chances of getting hurt were minimized. Just co- operate and get it over
with as quickly as possible. It was this thought that she acted upon.

"O.K. Mr. Jones," Pam managed to stammer, "I'll give you whatever you want,
just please don't hurt me." As a sign of sincerity, she slowly lowered her
arms that were covering her breasts.

Mr. Jones stopped smiling for a moment and said, "Hurt you!, me and lucky
13 never hurt no one." He began to smile again. "We lives to give only
pleasure."

"Well, what do you want?" asked Pam.

"I want what everyone wants Ms. Stone." At this point Mr. Jones began
stoking his enormous dick to a full erection. "Just a little attention from
a pretty lady like you." He began walking slowly toward her.

It became obvious she was going to have to have sex with him. She had never
had a cock so big before and was afraid this one would tear her apart.
Quickly weighing all the options in her mind she said, "How about a blow
job?" thinking this would do the least damage to her body.

Still walking toward her, Mr. Jones said, "You any good?"

"Sure" lied Pam, "I love it, I do it all the time". She began dropping to
her knees. Mr. Jones stopped walking when he stood right in front of Pam
with his dick an inch from Pam's mouth.

Pam lied about her experience cock sucking. She had only done it a couple
of times and really didn't like it much at all. When one boy insisted she
swallow his cum, she decided to give it up for good.

Pam grabbed his cock with both hands and started stroking. It was so big
she could not reach her fingers all the way around it. After a half minute
of this Mr. Jones said, "Use your mouth!".

Pam didn't speak her reply. Instead she started running her tongue around
the head of his cock. Then she started licking the sides. This lasted
another 30 seconds when Mr. Jones shouted a bit angrily, "Suck it bitch!".

Pam opened her mouth as wide as she could and managed to get the dick head
in her mouth plus about 1/2 inch more. She slowly let this small part of
the cock move in and out of her mouth in a fucking motion.

"Damn girl!" shouted Mr. Jones angrily, "I said SUCK IT!" Mr. Jones grabbed
the back of Pam's head with his hands and jammed his cock in her mouth as
far as he could. Another 4 inches disappeared between her lips. Her mouth
was open wider than it had ever been before and the cock head was deep in
her throat making it very difficult to breath.

Out of instinct Pam tried to jump to her legs and get away. The best she
could do was accomplish was to get to her feet but her ass was stuck up
into the air. She couldn't remove her face from Mr. Jones private parts
because he was holding her there with his hands on the sides of her head.
This made Mr. Jones laugh.

Instead of removing himself from her mouth, Mr. Jones began pushing her
backwards. This seemed to Pam like a strange thing to do until her butt
crack came into contact with the corner of the washing machine. She had
completely forgotten about her laundry. The machine had just began the
final spin cycle and was again vibrating vigorously.

Using his hands around Pam's head along with his hip movements, Mr. Jones
began slowly fucking Pam's mouth. Very slowly at first. Pam's mouth started
to relax. This relaxation seemed to ease Pam's discomfort so she relaxed
some more. With each stroke a bit more of Mr. Jones cock disappeared
between Pam's lips. After several seconds Pam learned to control her
breathing by taking her breaths between strokes. "This really isn't so bad"
thought Pam. "I can do this."

Suddenly Mr. Jones began increasing his speed. Slowly at first, then, while
still holding the sides of her head, he began to pick up speed and
strength. More and more of Mr. Jones cock disappeared into Pam's throat
until finally his testicles were bouncing off her chin.

The only thing that really saved Pam from total revulsion was, she was
actually turned on by all this. She had never been treated like that
before. Usually, she was careful to keep control of sexual situations.
Every now and then she would get horny, find a suitable mate and have him
make love to her. When it was over, her partner was usually kicked out.
Maybe she would see him again, maybe not. It was always up to her.

She had never been so vulnerable before. Never had her partners needs so
overwhelmed her. All this, combined with the fact her ass was grinding
against the vibrating washing machine seemed to really make her hot.

After what seemed like an eternity (actually no more than 10 minutes), Mr.
Jones slammed his cock all the way into her throat and just stopped. This
interrupted Pam's rhythm she had established for breathing and scared her.
She felt Mr. Jones cock start to pulsate at this base and she knew he was
cumming. She couldn't taste his cum because the head of his dick was so far
in her throat. Mr. Jones cum was being deposited directly into her belly.

After about half a minute, Mr. Jones relaxed his hands on her head and
withdrew his cock from Pam's throat and mouth. Pam gasped for air. Her next
reaction was a surprise to herself. Her ass and pussy had been grinding
hard against the corner of the washing machine. With each stroke of Mr.
Jones cock, she would grind her crack harder and harder into the machine.
This, combined with the violent head job she was just forced to performed
caused a huge orgasm, bigger than anything she had ever experienced.

It was so strong, she couldn't hide it. She fell back onto the floor and
let out a huge moan. Her eyes were closed and her head rocked back and
forth and her whole body quivered. It was obvious to Mr. Jones what he had
caused.

When she finally calmed down and opened her eyes, she saw Mr. Jones
standing over her with a big grin on his face. He was naked except for his
sweat pants which were down and wrapped around his left ankle only. Then
Pam noticed something unusual. To her horror, Mr. Jones 'lucky 13' was
still in it's full erection.

Pam stammered, "My god Mr. Jones, how could that thing still be so hard
after that blow job?"

Still grinning, Mr. Jones said, "Ain't it sumthin' Miss Stone? Whenever I
drink this here malt liquor, it makes lucky 13 stay up jus' like magic.
Usually I gotta go 2 or 3 times before I gets enough. So, you enjoyed lucky
13, didn't you Miss Jones?" It was more of a statement than a question.

Pam had to think for a moment. She couldn't look him strait in the eye.
Instead, she looked down at the floor and nodded her head yes. "Don't worry
Miss Stone," continued Mr. Jones, "We ain't finished yet."

Pam Stone was in shock. She was speechless. After getting the biggest cock
she had ever seen rammed down her throat, this guy wanted more!?

She was trying desperately to think her way out of this. Finally, she
looked at Mr. Jones and said weakly, "I...I got to finish my laundry."

Mr. Jones put on a broad smile and said, "Donn you worry Ms. Stone, I'll
git your laundry done." While Pam stood there, Mr. Jones transferred the
wet laundry into the dryers, then put the rest of the laundry into the
washing machines with detergent. He then produced a set of keys that were
attached to his sweat pants and was able to start all the machines without
inserting coins. Pam couldn't help be a bit impressed with how carefully
and competently he handled her clothes. "There you go Ms. Stone, now we can
get busy!"

Pam was sweating. She didn't know what to do! Finally she blurted out,
"What if someone sees us?"

Mr. Jones thought for a second. "Hmmmm" said Mr. Jones. "OK, lets go to my
crib" referring to his small apartment in the basement.

Finally Pam couldn't think anymore. She completely broke down and threw
caution out the window and started begging, "Please Mr. Jones, I'll give
you anything you want! Just don't touch me anymore and let me go. Please!
Please!" There were tears streaming down her face.

Mr. Jones stopped smiling and looked at her sternly. Finally he said, "Do
you think I'm stupid Ms. Stone? I see the way you look at me. The way you
always hollerin about this and that. The way you strut around this place,
with yo nose in the air, and a frown on your face, you think yo shit don't
stink!

"No, No Mr. Jones, I have nothing but the highest regard for you and your
work!" lied Pam, "Believe me, I think the world of you."

"Awww, I know you do Ms. Stone." said Mr. Jones cynically. He reached over
and stroked Pam's left tit with his right hand. "Now's your chance to
finally show it. I know you want to. I seen plenty of up tight hoity toity
bitches like you Miss Stone. All you really need is a good hard dick like
lucky 13 here."

Pam shivered from Mr. Jones touch. Part from revulsion, part from sexual
turn on. She couldn't help it if touching her tits was such a erogenous
zone for her. Mr. Jones moved his hand from her tit to her left wrist.
"C'mon, les go." Mr. Jones said simply. He lead her down the hall to his
apartment. His grip on her wrist was like a vise. She had no chance to
break loose.

His 'crib', as he called it, was really small. It was just a small room
with three doors. One that they entered through. She guessed the other two
must be a closet and a bathroom. The first thing that impressed her about
the room was the strong smell. It smelled like sour beer and cigarettes.

There wasn't much furniture. There was a small bed that looked like the
kind in a military barracks. It even had one of those course gray blankets
like the army uses. There was a small dresser in front of the bed with a
small 13 inch TV. There was a night stand next to the bed with a radio on
it and an overflowing ashtray. The radio was on playing rap music. In the
opposite corner with a small three foot tall refrigerator with a hot plate
on top.

All around the room were empty malt liquor bottles. The walls were just
cinder block painted white. There was a couple of small windows up toward
the ceiling. The only light in the room was a fixture in the middle of the
ceiling. There were several pictures taped to the walls of nude women that
looked like they had come from girly magazines. For a fleeting moment, Pam
thought these girls didn't look that much better than her. Maybe there
stomachs were a bit flatter and butts a bit thinner. She could match here
tits against theirs anytime.

"Please, have a seat" said Mr. Jones pointing to the bed. It was the only
place in the room to sit. Pam sat down. The course blanket felt scratchy
against her skin. As she sat down, Mr. Jones closed the door, then locked
it with a key. The door was made of steel. It was obvious she wasn't going
to get through this door without the key. "Would you like something to
drink?" Mr. Jones opened the small fridge. Pam could see it contained
nothing more than a couple of cases of malt liquor, the same kind he was
drinking in the laundry room.

Under the circumstances, Pam thought it could only help so she nodded her
head yes. Mr. Jones unscrewed the cap off a bottle and sat down on the bed
next to Pam. He took a long drink from the bottle, then handed it to Pam
who also took a long drink. It didn't taste too good to Pam, but she hoped
it would help to numb her senses. She took a second long drink then handed
the bottle back to Mr. Jones.

Pam was nude except for her bikini panties. Mr. Jones was completely naked
now with his 13 inch cock still at full erection. "Damn" thought Pam, "It
doesn't look like that thing will ever go down.

"Ahhhh, I see you checkin on lucky 13!" said Mr. Jones. "Donn worry Ms.
Stone, luckys gonna take good care of you tonight. I bet he has a couple of
loads left in him before we done. So hey, I like those cute lil panties you
got on there. Take'em off!"

Pam was too scared to deny him. She slipped them down and took them off.
"Give'em here" Mr. Jones ordered. Pam dutifully handed them to Mr. Jones.
They were pretty damp from two orgasm's she had in them in the last half
hour. Mr. Jones rubbed the crotch of the garment between his thumb and
forefinger. He then brought it to his nose and took a deep smell. "Damn Ms.
Stone, you smell goooood!" He then tossed the panties onto his dresser.

For the first time Mr. Jones saw her pussy. There wasn't much hair. She had
naturally sparse hair on her private parts. Her lips were slightly parted
and he could see it all. Her clit was swollen from the activities with the
washing machine. Her cunt lips were also swollen.

Mr. Jones took the half full malt liquor bottle and rubbed her cunt with
the lips of the bottle. Gently he pushed the bottle in about 2 inches. Pam
gasped from the feel of the cold bottle in her snatch. He lifted up the
bottom of the bottle until a small amount of the liquid poured right into
Pam's wet twat. Mr. Jones removed the bottle then put it to his own lips
and drained the bottle. "Oh, thas sweet Ms. Stone." said Mr. Jones.

"Ahhhhh, Mr. Jones? This blanket is kind of scratchy on my ass." Said Pam,
"Do you have something more comfortable I can sit on?"

Taking Pam's honest complaint as a come-on, Mr. Jones pointed to his lap
and said, "Why sure Miss Stone, you can hop on right here. Donn worry bout
falling off, if you start to feel dizzy and you can jus grab holt of the
handle." Now he was pointing to 'Lucky 13'.

"Oh well, I didn't mean....." Said Pam.

"Didn't mean what?" Said Mr. Jones menacingly cutting her off. He patted
his knee firmly in a way that told her she had better be sitting there
promptly.

Frustrated, Pam stood up and gingerly placed her naked ass on his right
thigh with her back to him and both her legs on the same side away from
him. She then crossed her legs tightly and closed access to her wet mound.
She also folded her arms over her tits.

"Thas not too friendly like" complained Mr. Jones. "I ain't seein that high
regard you said you had." Pam just squirmed a bit in response. She
continued to sit in this 'unfriendly' manner.

Getting angry, Mr. Jones shouted "C'mon bitch, cut the shit". He reached
around and grabbed Pam's left wrist. He gave it a hard tug and pulled her
to her feet, and spun her around until she was facing him. Pam gave out a
little 'yelp' in surprise. Then he grabbed both her arms and pulled her
quickly onto his lap facing him with her legs spread wide and her wet gash
pushed hard against is hard 13 inch dick.

"Now thas better," said Mr. Jones in a more subdued voice, "nice and
friendly". He moved his hands around Pam and cupped her firm round ass with
his huge hands. At the same time, he pinned her to his lap with his
forearms on her thighs. He was taller than her so, while sitting on his
lap, their faces were at an even height and she was so close, their noses
were practically touching.

Mr. Jones took advantage of this and, before Pam could react to anything
that happened the past couple of seconds, he mashed his lips onto hers and
shoved his tongue as far as he could down her throat.

Pam was surprised by the move. At first her arms shot strait out from side
to side. Then, after a couple of seconds she relaxed them and placed them
on Mr. Jones huge shoulders. Her tits were betraying her again. They were
mashed hard against his muscular chest. Mr. Jones didn't have a
particularly hairy body, but, he did have some hair there and it was course
and curly and the feeling of the hair against her nipples was a huge turn
on.

Mr. Jones sensed she was responding when she started tightening her arms
around his shoulders and gently sucking on his tongue. He could feel her
relax her body and started doing very small gyrations of her wet snatch
against his huge member. Mr. Jones withdrew his tongue and said, "Yeah, now
thas real friendly." Even though her body was responding to him, Pam really
wasn't too happy and wouldn't look him in the eye. "I think its time to
slide down the pole" added Mr. Jones.

Pam gulped hard and said "I.. I.. I.. can't take it. I've never had one
this big. It'll kill me!."

Still holding her tightly, Mr. Jones smiled and said, "Donn worry Miss
Stone. I tol you, ol' Lucky 13 never hurt no one. Pretend you are a fire
lady and you gotta slide down the pole to put out the fire." Pam didn't
move, she was frozen by fear. After a few moments, Mr. Jones stopped
smiling and said a bit louder and more sternly "Slide down the pole Miss
Stone!"

Slowly Pam looked him in the eyes. In them, she saw his potential for anger
and violence and decided she had better co-operate. Despite Mr. Jones
assurances, she was worried about getting hurt. Mr. Jones eased up the
pressure on her thighs with his forearms and she rose onto her knees on the
bed straddling him. She moved just high enough so his 13 inch cock was
aimed directly at her cunt lips.

This also placed her tits approximately in line with Mr. Jones mouth. He
took quick advantage of this by giving her little bright pink nips a quick
lick and suck each. He put his arms around her waist to hold her in place.

Pam reached down and tried to ease this massive dick into her pussy. She
closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Besides it's length, it was also
twice as thick as anything else she had ever had inside her. She had no
idea if she could accomplish the goal that was being demanded of her.

She slowly pushed down with her hips taking the soft head into her quimm.
She let out a little gasp when it disappeared inside. She stopped for a few
moments trying to get used to the feeling. It was a little too long for Mr.
Jones. He gave her a little slap on the rump and said, "C'mon now, take the
damn thing!"

She started pushing downward some more taking the cock in a couple of
millimeters at a time. After she had taken about 3 inches, she began a
small slow fucking motion moving up and down. Each time she went down she
would take a tiny bit more inside her.

"Damn, Miss Stone, the way you going, we'll be here 'til morning before you
get it in." complained Mr. Jones. "Ifin you don't move your butt soon, I'll
fuck it instead and I won't be so gentle neither!"

Pam had no reason to doubt Mr. Jones assertion. She had never been fucked
in the ass before and the thought of getting this dick in her ass scared
her to death. She was sure it would split her in two.

Pam bit the inside of her cheek for extra strength and gave a hard push
down. She managed to take in another inch. She pushed again and got another
3/4 inch and a third time and got and another 3/4 inch. She had to stop to
catch her breath. She managed to take a glance down to check her progress
and was stunned to see she had about half this massive cock inside. She was
stunned because she didn't believe she had gotten that far, but sickened a
bit wondering how she was going to get the other half.

For a fleeting moment she though maybe this would be enough, but thought
better of it. She knew Mr. Jones wouldn't be happy until she gave him a
good fucking with the whole dong inside. She was starting to feel really
scared. She didn't cry out loud, but, without realizing it, her eyes welled
up and tears slowly started rolling down her cheeks.

"Damn Miss Stone." Said Mr. Jones, "I fucked 14 year olds that could take
my cock better than you. Stop blubbering. You ain't gonna break. Maybe just
stretch out a bit." With that, Mr. Jones grabbed her hips with the huge
hands and began fucking his cock upward into her cunt while pulling her
down simultaneously. With each thrust, another inch or so would disappear
into Pam's overtaxed cunt until Pam sat squarely on his lap without any
trace of Mr. Jones huge root showing.

Mr. Jones took a moment to catch his breath. Pam was shaking with fear,
pain and disgust. She felt completely used, humiliated and powerless. After
several seconds, Mr. Jones said, "OK Miss Stone, you had better get busy.
Ifin you don't give me the best fuckin' you ever give ta anyone, I can't
say what's gonna happen!"

Pam knew he meant every word. She responded by putting her arms around Mr.
Jones neck and attempt to pull her body up so she could fuck him. The pain
was starting to subside a bit and was replaced little by little by a numb
pleasure. While holding Mr. Jones in this manner, she was pressing her nude
body against his. Her tits were mashed against his hard chest and she liked
the way if felt.

Slowly she rose up. She release about 8 inches of cock meat then started
slowly moving back down. As soon as she was back down she repeated the
action only slightly faster. This continued for about 10 or 12 strokes when
she finally reached a speed that was almost acceptable. She hated to admit
it but she was beginning to enjoy this. Just then Mr. Jones right hand came
off her waist and instantly came down on her left butt check with a loud
hard smack.

"Damn Miss Stone, Damn" Shouted Mr. Jones, "We gonna be here all night with
this shit. You da worst fuck I ever had!". With that Mr. Jones grabbed her
waist roughly with his arms and began pulling her up and down on his cock
at nearly twice the speed she had been going. It was as if he was
masturbating himself with her cunt. At this point, he had complete control.
Even though she was on top, there was nothing Pam could do to control the
fucking in any way.

Remarkably, the effect of this action was quite the opposite of what Pam
was expecting. Her tits and her clit was pressed hard against Mr. Jones
body. Her cunt was on fire! She had never felt turned on by anything like
this before, yet she was having the most intense sexual experience of her
life! With each thrust she gave out a short staccato "UH!". Her voice grew
louder and higher with each stroke. Finally she started shouting "GOD,
JESUS, FUCK ME YOU BIG BLACK BASTARD!, FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!"

This went on for a total of around 15 minutes. Both their bodies were
covered in sweat. After completing a particularly hard stroke Mr. Jones
held her down with his cock impaled to the hilt and started shooting his
load into Pam's abused but happy quimm. His orgasm triggered hers. It was
the most intense orgasm Pam had ever had in her life. They sat there
holding each other for about a full minute. He shot waive after waive of
baby juice into her and she responded by mashing her lips against his and
jamming her tongue down his throat.

Finally, she spoke. "So, how was that?"

"Sheet Miss Stone," complained Mr. Jones, "You call that a good fuck? Hell,
I did all the damn work, and look, ol' lucky 13 is still as hard as ever."
Pam hadn't realized it, but his cock was still inside her, and, to her
shock, it was still at full erection.

"How..How..How could that be?" Stammered Pam.

"I tol ya, it was the liquor. It always does that to me, unless I get me a
really good fuck, it just stays that way," explained Mr. Jones. Mr. Jones
then grabbed Pam around the waist and lifted her off his huge member.
"Well," continued Mr. Jones, "I guess we ain't finished."

"Mmmmm, Mr. Jones," cooed Pam Stone, "You gonna give me that hugh cock
again? My pussy's pretty sore right now, I don't think I could take it."

"I bet it is Miss Stone," he replied, "but, I have another idea."

Pam frowned a bit and said, "What is it?"

"Well" continued Mr. Jones, "I tol you what I was going to do ifn you
couldn't do me right." Pam looked puzzled. Mr. Jones picked up the bottle
of malt liquor on the table next to the bed. There was only a little bit
left in the bottle, and it was already warm. Mr. Jones emptied the bottle
in 1 second. He swished the liquid around his mouth a bit, then swallowed
it.

"What are you going to do?" asked Pam, now genuinely concerned for her
safety.

"I'll show you." he answered. With that Mr. Jones quickly stood up. He
practically dropped Pam on the floor as she was still on his lap with her
legs spread eagle. He grabbed Pam by the shoulders and threw her on his bed
sideways face down. Her knees were still on the floor and she was bent at
the waist with her stomach and tits brushing against the course blanket she
had complained of earlier.

He kept his right hand on her left shoulder now allowing her to get up.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Pam shouted.

"Never you no mind." he replied. Just then, Pam found out exactly what he
was doing. He didn't have to say. She felt a big finger give her a quick
poke right up her asshole. The finger hurt. Mr. Jones used it to give her a
short rapid fuck with it for several seconds. He stopped for a moment only
to return with 2 fingers doing the same thing.

"Hey! Watchit! NOOO!" shouted Pam. "I'm a virgin back there. I don't do
this. Please, oh please, I'll do anything, just don't do this!" Tears
started streaming down her face.

Mr. Jones ignored her cries. Instead he pulled out his fingers and quickly
replaced it with his thick spongy cock head. He gave a quick, very hard
thrust into her poop shut and buried 5 inches in quickly. Pam buried her
face into the mattress and howled in pain. He followed it with another
quick thrust then another and another. He had now about 9 inches in. Almost
there.

Pam was feeling the worst pain in her life. She was crying uncontrollably.
She was sure she would split in two. She had always learned to think her
way through problems. She tried to collect her wits and think about
everything she knew about anal sex. All she could recall was a conversation
she once had with a co- worker who used to talk about having it regularly
with her boyfriend. She remembered hearing the key was to try to relax
completely. She had said if your ass muscles are tight, you can get hurt.

Trying to employ this advise she made an effort to relax herself as much as
possible. Her instinct told her to tighten her anal muscles in an attempt
to extricate herself. When Mr. Jones hit his fourth and fifth strokes, the
pain lessened a bit and he was able to get in better. It was still very
painful, but not quite as bad.

Two more strokes and Mr. Jones was in all the way. When he hit bottom
(hers), he stopped for a second. Then, he pulled part way out and started
fucking her in earnest. He rapidly picked up more and more speed and
strength. His cock was still slick from the cunt fuck they had only minutes
before. The scratchy blanket was rubbing hard against her upper body with
each stroke. It was causing serious stimulation on her nipples and
clitoris.

Slowly the intense pain in her ass was subsiding and being replaced by a
strange pleasure. She stopped crying and began to enjoy this taboo love
method. The course blanket was stimulating all her hot spots, both nipples
and her clit. Soon, without realizing it, she began meeting his powerful
strokes by mashing her ass cheeks backward when his cock slammed in.

Pam was really on fire now. She had never felt anything like this in her
life. She started a rhythmic guttural moan with each stroke (Uh!, Uh!,
Uh!). This too got louder and more intense as the fucking continued.

At this point, Mr. Jones removed his hand from her shoulder and grabbed her
hips. In order to add a bit more power, and speed he began pulling and
pushing her hips with his hands with each stoke. This really put Pam over
the edge. She began screaming, "You stupid bastard, FUCK ME HARDER! C'mon,
show me what a man you are and make me beg! FUCK ME, FUCK MY ASS, FUCK
MEEEEE!"

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity (it was really only about 15
minutes) Mr. Jones made one last powerful trust in and began pumping cum
into her bowels. This set off Pam's orgasm as well. It was the strongest,
most powerful orgasm Pam had ever had. She was screaming and moaning
uncontrollably as the orgasm wracked her whole body. Then, when it subsided
Pam Stone passed out.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It was dark. As her eyes adjusted Pam realized she was in her apartment on
her sofa. Her body was covered in a knitted blanket she kept. Was this a
dream? She started to get up and felt severe soreness in her ass as pussy.
Nope, not a dream, I guess.

She was wearing clothes. She glanced down and noticed she had on the cutoff
she was wearing when she had left her apartment. On top she had on just a
bra. She was pretty sure she wasn't wearing any panties.

She slowly got up and turned on a light. The clock said 3:21 A. M. She
began walking toward the bathroom. She desperately needed a shower. She saw
herself in the mirror and noticed she was walking a bit bowlegged. "I guess
that's understandable" she thought.

She passed her bedroom and the door was open. She peeked inside. On the bed
was her laundry. It was all clean and looked as if it had been
professionally folded. "I guess Mr. Jones kept his word. He did say he
would take care of the laundry."

Pam made it to the bathroom and turned on the water and took off her
remaining clothes. As she was stepping under the hot water she had two
thoughts. First there had to be at least half a dozen things in this
apartment that needed attention from Mr. Jones as soon as possible. The
second thing was, before he comes, she had better stock up the refrigerator
with plenty of malt liquor.

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(C) 1997 Maddogg

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The account you have just read contains acts that may not be appropriate
for everyone. In fact, some may be dangerous. The author does not advocate
the practice of these acts and in our times recommends that care be taken
when any sex act is performed. Protect Yourself!

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