"Laundry Night" Part 4 of 4
by Maddogg
"Mmmmm, Mr. Jones," cooed Pam Stone. "You gonna give me
that huge 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, not
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 shoot 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 advice, 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.
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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 cutoffs 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 AM. 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 -
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