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 someones 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 sandles.

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 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 king 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 Pams 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 hugh 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 he 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 Pams head along with his hip movements, Mr. Jones began slowly fucking Pams 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 Pams 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 his 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 say 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, them 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 Pams 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 better than her. Maybe there stomaches 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 lets 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'm 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 Pams 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 hugh 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 hugh 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 hugh 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 hugh 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 forarms 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 the 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 hugh 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 squarly on his lap without any trace of Mr. Jones hugh 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 had 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 hugh 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 ingored 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 was 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 Pams 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.

The End