The further adventures of me and Jane 
By Montrose
She is 6 foot 2 inches tall, 200 pounds of solid muscle. And she calls you "sir".

You may have read about Jane in my account called "The Cleaning Ladies". If
not, go back and read it. To recap, Jane is a girl of German decent, well
over 6' tall and pushing 200 pounds of firm, curvaceous, feminine meat - well
marbled, prime cut steak.

I am not very big. She towers 7 inches over me and outweighs me by over 50
pounds. Since I won her from her former dominatrix Patti in a fucking, she
has given herself to me as my personal property. If someone comes along who
can fuck her better than me, she will dump me for them. Her loyalty is that
simple. But she won't fuck anyone else unless I tell her to - and that ain't
gonna happen.

She almost killed me in that contest. The doctors only found two fractured
bones, but the internal bleeding and torn muscles were extensive and still
healing. Jane only speaks when spoken to, but I could tell she was getting
itchy for another romp. I tried to wear her out with menial chores. She
scrubbed my home, did my shopping, cooked my food, washed and irons my
clothes, detailed my car, and re-tiled my roof. I kept her busy from dawn to
midnight and she still had energy.

I made her wear a skimpy french maid outfit as she did all these things, so
to tell you the truth, I wasn't sure how long I could hold out. She sure
looked hot up on the roof in high heels with her frilly panties fluffing in
the wind.

One night after she re-grouted the bathroom, she sat wearing only a french
maid hat on the floor before me, with my knees around her ears and my heels
on her back. She began by running her large, gentle tongue under my balls,
lifted them, and cradling them back and forth. I continued reading as much as
I could, but when she slipped her tongue further back to my asshole it just
got to be too much.

I got up and stuffed my 10 inch cock down her throat and humped her face. She
was game, of course. She darted her long tongue all over my asshole and butt,
quickly, softly, over and over. I slammed into her nose with my stomach
harder and harder. Her full lips wrapped around her teeth and clamped down
tighter. I could feel my cock-head jam down her throat. Standing there before
her in my stocking feet, I came, fully inserted. Then I withdrew and I came
again from her nose down to her tits.

"Hmmmm." she moaned between chugs, rubbing the rest onto her high beam
nipples. I saw that she had been masturbating the whole time - getting warmed
up. This meant trouble. I pulled away, still fully erect. I would need that
later. For now I had to think fast.

She was on her hands and knees, so I jumped up onto her ass, grabbed her long
blond hair, clamped my legs over her firm belly, and yelled, "To the
kitchen!" She reared up and took off at a gallop. I had to hold on tight. I
leaned forwards and put my arms around her chest - or at least most of the
way around. My hands only made it as far as her bulging nipples on either
side. She came to a screeching halt and I slid up her back to her broad
shoulders. I climbed down and pulled her blond hair from my ass crack.

She giggled a horse whinny and reared up like Trigger. Even on her knees her
hands pawed the air way over my head.

I opened a cabinet and pulled out a broom and a mop. "Turn around." I
commanded.

"Yes sir!" She would do anything I asked.

I stuffed the broom handle up her ass and the mop handle up her slit. She
purred and twisted on the shafts. I started working them both in and out, and
side to side. She writhed and twitched, moaned and screamed. She was gonna
blow any minute. She twisted so hard that the broom handle knocked me to the
floor.

She leaped to her feet and dove for me, but the shafts up her ass and twat
upset her balance and I got away. The mop and broom served two purposes. One,
to slow her down. And two, as she ran they flicked back and forth,
distracting her. Once, she stopped chasing me altogether just to focus on the
two shafts she already had.

In the break I made my way up to my bedroom and filled a sock with quarters.
She pounded through the house looking for me. The floors shook under her
heals. Pictures danced on the walls. "Where are you sir?" she bellowed from
the hall.

Could I do this? How could I not? She almost killed me before. I'm not healed
enough to live through her rough love making just yet.

When she cracked open the door I let her have it right between the eyes with
the makeshift blackjack. She didn't even rub the spot.

"Time to play rough, sir?" She growled. "Gooood!" She stepped toward me.

I swung and connected twice more. She was not blocking my blows. She kept
coming, but her eyes looked a little less focused. I hit her again. Her next
step was wobbly, but she knocked the sock from my hand and the quarters went
flying. Her other hand grabbed my throat and lifted me from the floor. Then
she collapsed on top of me, pinning me beneath her on the bed.

I pressed and pushed and finally wiggled free. I rolled her over and tied her
spread eagle to the mahogany four poster. Thank god for nylons - they make
excellent restraints. As she lay unconscious I pulled the broom and mop from
her holes. The broom handle was snapped in half anyway.

In a few minutes she came to and began to struggle. I stayed by the door in
case my knots gave out. She fought and twisted and collapsed my box spring,
but the nylons and posts held firm.

Satisfied, I jumped up on the bed over her.

"Please fuck me, sir!" she half whimpered, half growled. She never gave up
struggling.

I complied, now that my life wasn't in danger, and rammed my meat home. All I
had to do was stay kneeling there. Her own struggling against her restraints
was all the motion we needed. She kept it up (and so did I) for an hour
before she came the first time. The second and third followed quickly. Short,
bone-jarring orgasms. Not the real earthquake yet to come.

As she lay panting and covered in sweat I jumped up onto her barrel chest and
clamped my shaft between her wet tits. "Get ready for showers." I said and
started humping. My cock was completely swallowed by her mellonous bosom. It
took all my weight pushed into a thrust to pop my head out the top, which I
did over and over until I humped my way to an explosion that rained down onto
her face. Much of it landed in her eyes. She could not see. I stood up.

"Are you my slave, Jane?" I asked.

"Yes sir." she replied.

"You have given yourself to me as property? Like a toilet, or a door knob?
That is what you have given me?"

"Yes sir."

"Just checking." And I pissed the come from her face.

She spat out a yellow mouthful. "Thank you sir."

"Your welcome." I hopped down and grabbed a t-shirt to wipe her face. As I
leaned over I got too close to one of her bound hands and she grabbed my arm.
I looked into her steel blue eyes as my hand went numb.

"If you don't fuck me again right now sir, I will break free and stuff you
down the toilet."

"Let go..."

"I'm not kidding sir."

"I understand, Jane. I promise. Please let go."

She let go and I walked around to her pulsing mound. Just looking up over the
vast fertile rolling hills and valleys of her body drove me to full erection
again. I sighed and dutifully planted my cock deep into her quim once more.
She instantly writhed and shivered and pulled, jarring me like a mechanical
bull. I clung to her sides for dear life - my head pounded by her bouncing
tits.

And then the worst happened. The bed post attached to her left leg gave way.
With that extra mobility she easily snapped the other and she clutched me
between her massive thighs. I believed she would kill me this time.
She leaped to her feet with me trapped between her thighs and slipped her arm
restraints over the top of the posts. She picked up one of the posts she had
snapped and held it menacingly before my eyes before slipping it around
behind me.

My god! That thing was three inches thick! Was she going to stuff it up my
ass? Then I realized she was going for her own rump. She inserted over a foot
of post then just let it ride there. I could feel it give pressure against my
cock inside her making my cock grow and throb anew. Then she grabbed the
broken broom handle and crammed a foot of that up her twat next to my cock.
The broken, shredded part snagged my balls.

As she straddled me and pinned me to the bed she humped and writhed. She
slapped and punched me in time to the shivers of pre-orgasm that rushed up
her spine.

And then she went wild. An orgasm rocked her body and unleashed a flurry of
violent punches and choke holds. Several times during that one orgasm I faded
into darkness only to be slapped back into the real world.
I guess she just knows how far she can go. I did not die. But I could not
move for days. And she could not do enough for me. She mended my bed, set my
bones, changed my bandages and pre-chewed my food. If I had to pee, she drank
it. If I had to shit she carried it away in her hands after wiping my ass
with her hair. All this and she kept saying, "Thank you sir. Thank you so
very much."

When I got well I ordered a cast iron bed, with built in leg irons and hand
cuffs.

I had fun dressing Jane up and going out with her. Sometimes I let her wear
her reinforced bodice, tight jeans, and motorcycle boots. Other times I made
her wear a cocktail dress with heels. Either way she was a stunning giantess.
The saddle and harness stayed home, but I fantasized about riding her through
the city park.

One Friday night we decided to step out to my old haunts, a Tai restaurant
and a bar where no one had ever noticed me in the past despite being a
regular every Friday night. This would be my first visit with Jane at my
side. I would not go unnoticed this time!

I let her wear the bodice and jeans. She seemed most comfortable in them, and
the bodice made her melons absolutely obscene.

Because parking is wretched in my inner city neighborhood, we had to walk down
an alley to get to my car. Half way through a hoodlum jumped out from a dark
doorway any threatened me with a knife. Before I could even think to be
afraid Jane grabbed his knife hand and lifted him from the ground by it.
There was a chilling, crunching, squashy sound followed by blood dripping
from her fist around his hand. He screamed like a B movie bimbo. Jane
silenced him by knocking him cold with one open handed punch to the temple.
He hung limp now.

Jane looked down at me. "What shall I do with him, sir?"

"Um... Check his pockets. Take anything valuable."

She set him down behind a dumpster and removed his boots. "Your size I think,
sir." And fairly new too.

She removed his pants. He had two wallets and three watches on him. We took
all that plus his knife. "Any thing else?"

"Ya I said. Crush his nuts."

She kicked his legs apart and wedged her wide toed boot up into his crotch
over his exposed sack (no underwear). Then she put her entire weight onto it
and ground his scrotum into the gravel and broken glass of the alley.
Something squished out from under her foot. I looked up at her face. She wore
the same peaceful, attentive expression she had on when she darned my socks
or made my breakfast. Germans, I though, and shuddered.

She wiped a piece of hairy sack off of her boot with his pants and tossed
them onto his lap.

At the Thai restaurant the entire kitchen emptied out to watch the great blond
woman eat an entire family meal by herself. She also drank two large bottles
of beer. I paid the bill and we moved on to the bar.

It was very crowded so we took the last stool at the bar itself. I sat up on
her leg. The women looked discussed and chastised their men for staring. I
counted three breakups that night from men who refused to stop staring at my
Jane. That got me off. I made Jane gently rub my hard-on through my pants
under the bar until I quietly shot my wad. Her tits obscured everyone's view
of my lap.

The woman could drink. In the time she downed three pints of stout I was half
way through my first pilsner.

One man eventually approached her and said, "Hey miss, are you with Jim's
Gym? Are you one of his wrestling girls?"

She grabbed him by the neck and awaited my instructions. I was about to tell
her to let him go when a bell went off in my head. Jane is an expensive pet.
She eats a ton, and I'm always buying her new clothes and toys. If there is
such a gym, maybe I could make some of my money back.

"We aren't yet, friend, but she may soon be. Where did you say this place
is?" He gave me an address and I wrote it down. Then he asked for a free
sample. I had Jane crush his balls in one quick squeeze and we turned around
and ignore him as bouncers removed his curled up, twitching body.

The next day I left Jane at home adding a built-in bookshelf to the living
room, and drove down to Jim's Gym. It was an inconspicuous hole in the wall.
I might have guessed that they were an insurance office from the front room.
I asked for Jim and waited three hours to see him. When I finally saw him I
asked him for a match against his biggest woman.

"That would be The Cow, and trust me friend, she is overkill for you. I have
a dozen girls who would offer you a better challenge." He said. "Besides,
she's booked through the weekend."

"It's not for me." I said and slapped a picture of Jane onto his desk. She
was in her french maid outfit cooking my breakfast. "My girl Jane will beat
your Cow in any kind of match you want. Any time. 5 grand, winner take all."

"She's very pretty. Big too. Why you wanna get her busted up?" Let me show
you somethin'" He leaned pack and patted a black and white 8 by 10 photo on
the wall with the moist end of his short cigar. "That's The Cow take on an
entire Japanese women's wrestling team. How many of them little girls do you
count?"

I looked closely. The fattest woman I ever saw was sitting on a pile of
twisted and bleeding Japanese women. "Eight?" I guessed. It was hard to count
based on heads, or arms, or legs since so much was hidden under The Cows wide
ass an thighs.

"A common answer." Said Jim. "Actually she has two girls completely stuffed
up her ass crack, making ten in all. That entire match took three minutes."

"Is she fast?" I asked.

"Fast? No, she can barely climb into the ring. But look at the arms on her!
Where is an opponent gonna hide but outside the ring?" He was right. She had
the wingspan of a condor. "She wins two thirds of her matches because her
opponent refuses to get back into the ring."

"My offer stands." I said. "Five grand, winner take all."

"You give me 500 dollars and I'll let The Cow slap yer girl around for a
while. Will that make you happy?"

"I'll pay the 500 dollars for the match if the bet is on too." I replied.

"Okay, whatever, I'll take yer money. Here's the set up: no rules, no time
limit, submission or death takes the purse. Deal?" We shook and set up the
date.

When the time came I had to wonder if I made a good decision. The Cow was
only one inch shorter than Jane, but almost twice as heavy. Her arms were
like a gorillas, hanging to her knees. She wore a black and white spotted one
piece with an otter drawn over her massive belly. Jane wore jean cut-offs, a
half length Dago-t and her boots. The girls just starred at each other from
across the ring, dead eyed.

When the bell rang Jane charged across and planted a boot square into The
Cow's kisser. The Cow kept walking forward and wrapped her long arms around
Jane, pulling her close. Jane had one leg stuck up in the air and couldn't
break free. The Cow picked up steam all the way back to Jane's corner and mashed
her into the turn buckle. Snot blasted from Jane's nostrils and she let out a
pained scream.

The Cow looked down at me and said, "After I break your little toy here, I'm
going to get off on your face." I looked over at Jim in The Cow's corner. He
waved happily at me.

The Cow picked Jane up like a rag doll and walked her to the center of the
ring. She slammed her to the mat, then dropped her ass straight down onto
Jane's head. Jane twitched under the bulk. The Cow huffed heavily now. She
was already running out of steam. Slowly she struggled to her feet. As the
Cow was still on her knees, Jane began to stir. She rolled over. The Cow
staggered to her feet. Jane rose to her hands and knees. And the Cow dropped
her ass down onto Jane's back, driving her back to the mat. This time blood
dripped from her nose.

"Make that five grand in small bills, my friend!" Yelled Jim from across the
ring. The two shapely young fighting girls at his side laughed with him and
ran their fingers through his chest hair.

The Cow staggered to her feet once more. Jane rolled over onto her back. When
The Cow dropped her ass this time, Jane caught one massive cheek with each
boot. Her feet sank in up to her knees. The Cow was surprised, but amused.
"I'll crush you any way you want!" she puffed.

But Jane had other ideas. With a surge of strength I only saw her display
during orgasm she launched the cow out of the ring. The mass of flab sailed
through the air like a blimp and came down with a crash, mashing five folding
chairs and a towel boy. The floor she hit was concrete. Her head was cut
open. She did not move.

In his surprise, Jim almost caught his chest hair on fire with his cigar. He
rushed over to his fallen champion. "The match was to submission or death!
This don't get you one red cent!"

"Then I will kill her." said Jane. She stepped over the ropes and jumped down
onto The Cows back. The blubber shifted under her boots but she kept her
balance. Jane grabbed The Cow's head and began to twist it around in a
circle.

"No! Wait!" Yelled Jim. "She submits! Don't kill her! You'll get yer money!"

Since then we worked out a deal with Jim. Jane, not The Cow, is his star
attraction. I am her manager. He charges two thousand a pop to wrestle her. I
get fifteen hundred. All matches are no rules, submission matches.