Big Jan, Little Jan, Part 4 (Mm+g, incest, gb, anal) By wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) ~~~ After his father left, Michael waited a while before going out of his room to find out what all that noise was about. He heard the arguing between his parents, the front door slamming and the loud crashing sound of glass breaking. Looking out the window he saw his father's car pulling out of the driveway and slowly crept into the hallway. The naked girl was sitting on their couch drinking wine straight out of the bottle mumbling something to herself. He watched from the darkened hall as she finished the bottle and threw it at the front door, causing it to shatter. "Damn, this little bitch is crazy," he whispered softly. Staring at her he wondered if she was the cause of his parent's argument and not seeing their mother, figured she must have left with their father. Giggling, the girl stood, nearly falling back down as the effects of the alcohol on her smaller body was intensified and he watched as she stumbled toward the kitchen to call someone. She kept murmuring something but he couldn't hear or understand what it was and approached her from behind as she put her head down on the counter. "You're still here?" he asked reaching out to touch her naked butt. Raising her head, she turned to her youngest son, her youngest lover and put her arms around his neck. "You want me, don't you?" she slurred falling forward to give him a kiss, pushing him back a few steps. "Yea, I want you," he told her getting his arm under hers to help her stand straight. "Let's go to my room and I'll show you how much I want you..." *** She never heard them come in the room as Michael was grunting into her ear, thrusting up and down as he neared his peak. The room was spinning as he held her shoulders like handles, providing better leverage for his thrusts. "Fuck, Rob, you're little bro is tappin' that shit again," she heard someone speaking and opened her eyes to see three smiling facing beaming down at her. "Arugghh, shit!" Michael cried out, slowing his movements until he stopped, pumping more cum into her. He remained on her panting, pressing her into his bed from his weight. "Move along, Sport," Jason said smacking his bare ass hard enough to leave a hand print. "You've had your fun, let someone else fuck `er." Smiling, he rolled over, falling against the wall. Jan looked up trying to focus on them through half-opened, glassy eyes and smiled when she noticed an unknown, dark face standing between Jason and her oldest son. "I want you first," she mumbled, pointing in the direction of the black kid and parting her legs. "See, I told you she was a real slut, didn't I?" Jason told the stranger. "Go on, she wants you, man," he said giving him a nudge. "Are you, uh, sure? I mean don't you wanna go first?" "We both already fucked her earlier today. It's your turn now. Go on she loves to fuck." She giggled watching as the tall dark teen quickly began undressing, pulling off his jeans to reveal a pair of black and white boxers with Playboy Bunnies on them. Once those came off, she stopped giggling. He wasn't very thick, but was really long and it had a dark purple, maroonish color head. Kneeling on the bed, he moved between her legs and guided his cock into her, just like that. She squealed as he painfully hit bottom, jabbing it too hard to the back of her vagina in the first thrust. Hurriedly he began fucking her, pushing the bottom of her pussy into her stomach, or at least that's what it felt like. His fingers dug into her ass, her legs clamped to his sides, his neck smashing into her face as he pounded her as hard as he could. She cried out, not expecting him to be so rough with her, although she should have known better. Nearly every black guy she fucked in college treated her harshly as she was just another white whore looking for black cock. He was sweating all over her, panting and thrusting like a well-oiled engine, pumping his cock into her for all he was worth. Her hands went to his back as she dug her nails into his skin, causing him to howl in pain. This only incited him as he became more aggressive toward her and nearly knocked holes in the walls from the head board banging against it. It took several long minutes before his pace slowed, his thrusts became less eager and he groaned loudly as he came. Like a machine gun, she felt it shooting in rapid-fire succession, adding more cum to her already overflowing hole. "She's my date," Jason said unzipping his pants. "I'm going next," he added not giving Robbie a chance to object. She was still dazed from the violent fucking the black kid gave her but remained still as he knelt between her legs, aiming his hard cock at her red, swollen slit. "Uuugghh," she cried out as he sank deeply into her, forcing some of the cum from her tight crevice. As if late for an appointment, he immediately started pounding into her, resuming from the point the black guy and she still didn't know his name, stopped, crashing into her over and over as wet slapping sounds echoed in the room. He was in it for pleasure, his alone, and fucked her simply to cum. She served no other purpose than to be a receptacle for his lust and very soon, a lot more than just him. Her shallow hole seemed to expand with each thrust and soon she felt the ticking of his pubic hairs on her tender mons. Her legs were spread, bent at the knees with her soles facing each other while her hands rested on his side, holding tightly to him. Opening her eyes she saw the lustful stare of her oldest son as he watched his best friend fucking her. His cock was out and fully hard while he slowly stroked his hand up and down the swollen member. The familiar looking cock was pointing toward her, leaking its clear fluid. She got a chill thinking of Richard. Her attention shifted as Jason began cumming, wailing like a barking dog until he was spent. He remained on her until his contractions stopped and his cock began to shrivel. "Fuck that's some sweet pussy," he said rolling over. "You're next," he added slapping Robbie on the back. Looking down at the white mass of slime pouring from her battered pussy he knew what he had to do. "Get on your knees," he instructed, helping her turn over as he knelt behind her. She smirked as doggie style was her favorite position because it hit all the right spots. Kneeling behind her, he had to spread his legs wide to be low enough to reach her. She jumped as his fingers rubbed her inflamed pussy and she began to question her decision to go to the party. If she's this sore right now, what will it be like later? Scooping a handful of the dripping cum, he coated his cock with it and positioned it between her ass cheeks. "Robbie, what are you doing?" she asked feeling the tip pushing against her tight rosebud. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm going to fuck you in the ass." "ROBBIE, NO! It's been years since I've had anything back there!" "Years? Just how long have you been fucking?" he ask spreading her cheeks to see the hole better. Looking back at him over her shoulders she groaned, "Longer than you've been alive." The guys all started laughing as Robbie applied more pressure, forcing the tip in. "ROB~BIE!" she cried out trying to fall forward away from his probing cock. He held her tightly with one hand while squeezing his cock with the other, pushing a little more in. Richard's love making was on the conservative side, mostly missionary and occasionally doggie style, but not once had he ever wanted to do anal. Early in their relationship she suggested he try it but he called her "perverted" as only whores and fags "took it in the butt". She never asked again and not once in over 21 years has anything gone into her ass except a hemorrhoid suppository when she was pregnant. "Aaaauggghhh, Robbie, please take it slow that hurts!" she cried out as the head finally slipped in. "The hard parts over, just relax," he instructed, pushing her head down to the bed. Slowly he began to rock back and forth, forcing a little more in with each stroke. Through her early years she's been fucked in the ass more times than she can remember and knew how to relax, how to breathe, how to control the pain but this was almost too much. She's a lot smaller now and it's been so long... "GOD DAMN IT, ROBBIE! I said take it slow!" she hollered as he jabbed the final two inches into her gut. "It's in now, so shut the fuck up already!" Like a steam engine starting to pull away from the station he started gradually increasing his speed and force. Pulling the pillow under her head, she squeezed the billowy fabric as he began thrusting harder into her. She whimpered as Jason knelt beside her to spread her ass cheeks, giving him a wider target. "Yea, that's it, fuck the little whore's ass good," he instructed getting a bird's eye view of the action. It reminded her of the first time she was fucked in the ass, back in high school. Not a lot of boys would do that for fear of what the other guys would think of them. She was a junior when she and Sharon, her ever present comrade in arms, had met some college guys and got invited back to their dorm room. They paired off, each making out with a boy and then they traded off. The second boy wanted her ass, but being a virgin back there, she wasn't sure she wanted him to. With Sharon and both boys encouraging her, she relented and gave away her anal cherry to a boy she had just met and still to this day can't remember his name. "Oh, shit, Robbie, slow down, it's hurting too much, please!" she cried out before feeling his thrusts growing harder in intensity. She whimpered just before he suddenly stopped and slammed his thighs to her ass and holding it there while his cock twitched inside of her ass. As he relaxed, she fell forward, pulling his still hard cock from her sore ass, and collapsed flat on her stomach panting. "Let's go, slut, get up, I want some of that ass too," Jason said slapping her cheeks several time in rapid successions. "Please, no more for now. Let me rest some." "REST? Are you fucking kidding me? The party's just getting started. You can rest later, now get back on your knees or I'll do it for you!" Slowly she drew her knees up, tucking them under her but not lifting her butt. She received a hard slap for her lack of effort and slowly rose up onto her shaking knees. Robbie was standing next to the bed, his cock shiny with a pearl of whiteness on the tip watching. She motioned for him to come closer. "Honey," she wheezed, "there's a bottle of Vicodin in my top dresser drawer, can you get it for me? And some water?" "In *YOUR* drawer? What the hell are you talking about? You don't live here." "I mean in your mother's drawer. Please, Robbie, get it for me....NOW!!" she screamed as Jason jammed his hard cock into her recently opened anus. He was brutal, just as before as he gripped her hips tightly and slid her ass back and forth as he pounded violently into her. He snorted through his nose, trying desperately to kill her with his cock. Her face and chest fell to the bed as he hopped up onto his feet, squatting over her for deeper penetration. She closed her eyes knowing it was a mistake to call him. What was she thinking? Yes, she was angry at Richard and felt neglected, but to allow this? "Oowwwccchhhh, damn you Jason, take it easy, it's my ass your fucking, not some blowup doll!" she called out as he hit a sore spot deep inside. "Here," she heard and looked up to see Robbie holding the oblong white pill and a glass of water. Jason didn't bother to withdraw, but allowed her to sit up to take the medicine. It would benefit him too later. She hardly had it down her throat when he was back into action, stabbing her ass with his cock. He took much longer than before as he had just cum a few minutes earlier and she was getting raw from him as Robbie's sperm began to dissipate. Pulling the pillow over her head, she bit down on it, muffling the looming scream she had been suppressing since he started. She heard him grunting and making noises, but his sounds were masked by the pillow. Soon he slowed to a stop and rested behind her until his cock flopped from her, leaving a quarter-sized hole in its wake. Lifting her torso to get up, she was quickly pushed back down as the unknown black kid moved behind her, rubbing his cock head along the crack of her ass. "No more, please," she begged trying to move aside as he tried forcing his cock into the spasming nether hole. "Just one more," Jason said slapping her ass so hard it left a red palm print. "Hey, what `bout me?" Michael asked still leaning against the wall. "Alright, two more and then you can start getting ready for the party," he said watching as his friend slid the head of his cock into her ass. *** She was exhausted, unable to turn over on her own as the boys sat her up and began getting their clothes back on. The Vicodin was kicking in and she was feeling light headed but a least her ass hole wasn't one big giant nerve ending of pain anymore. "Where are your clothes?" Robbie asked buckling his belt. She had to laugh. She didn't have any clothes. Not one single article. Not as little Jan at least. Big Jan has a walk-in clothes full of nice clothes, but nothing that would fit her now. "I don't have any," she said feeling liquids from her torn ass leaking onto Michael's bed. "Where are the clothes you wore when you got here?" Shaking her head she didn't know what to say. She couldn't tell them the truth, not now anyway and they surely wouldn't believe her. "I, uh, don't know." "Michael's not too much bigger than you. Maybe you can wear something of his, that is if you don't mind looking dorky." "Hey, my clothes aren't dorky!" he defended. "Shut up, dweeb, and find something she can wear." "Robbie, I uh, was thinking, that, um, maybe I wouldn't go to the party tonight, I can always go to one later..." "WHAT!?!?! Oh, no, bitch, you're going! I didn't drive all this way to get you're stupid ass to have you stop now! The party's just getting started," Jason declared pulling her to her feet. "Go get cleaned up, I don't want you messin' up my car." Robbie was holding out one of Steve's long tank top when she walked back into the room. "Here, this should fit you like a dress," he said throwing it to her. Even though the pain was gone, there was still a dull ache between her legs. "I wanna go too!" Michael said watching as she slipped the shirt over her head. "Forget it, punk, you're just a kid. This party is for adults." "I'm older than her," he said pointing toward Jan. "Yea but she's a slut and that' the same as an adult." He could see the disappointment in his eye and promised to allow her to sleep in his bed when they brought her home. "You can have her all for yourself when we're done with her." He smiled at the thought. The fabric was so thin that the color of her nipples was clearly visible even in the dim light. The neck line was too low, exposing what little cleavage she possessed and the hem hardly reached the bottom of her butt. If she was to raise her hand, it would show her lack of panties. "Robbie, I'm not sure about this. I think maybe I..." "Put some make up on and let's go," Jason called out. "It's getting late." Glancing at the clock she noticed it was 9:26 and she should be just about finished with a nice lobster dinner at Charley's, not about to be taken to a meat packing plant to be slaughtered. "I, uh, really think I should wait `til I have something better to wear..." she reaffirmed. "What is it with you, whore? A while ago you couldn't get enough dick and now you're acting like you don't even want to go?" "I've been to a lot of frat parties before and I know what happens there." "So what's the problem?" "I'm really sore and don't want to make it worse." "It will be worse if you don't go. A lot worse." "What does that mean?" "Just put your fucking make up on and stop all this bullshit!" *** "You're driving," Jason said tossing his keys to Robbie. "I'll be fucking the little slut in the backseat `til we get there." The Vicodin was now fully effective and she felt no pain as he sawed in and out of her immature hole. She knew she would be sore, hell, she was sore now and would be screaming out in pain, but her pain receptors were temporarily shut down only allowing the pleasure signals to reach her brain. Opening her eyes she saw the black kid turned around in his seat watching from the front seat with a smile so big most of his teeth were showing. "I wanna go next," he said reaching over to tweak her exposed nipple. Halfway there Jason came and at a red light, he and the black dude switched seats. They had to park across the street in the parking lot of a closed paint store as they waited for him to finish and then Robbie had another turn. She was dripping cum all the way to the frat house, leaving a liquidity trail from the car. "Let me go in first, in case Suzy is there. I don't want her to see me with her," Robbie said quickening his pace. The black guy and Jason were on either side of her with their arms laced into hers. The loud music and the crowds were noticeable from a block away and Jan cringed knowing what was about to happen. Fortunately the pain was gone, but what would happen if she changed back while someone was fucking her? That would be hard to explain and Robbie would die from embarrassment. Once inside the party she would try and find someplace out of the way and wait to change back and then leave quietly. She smiled at her plan. The minute they were inside the cramped home, people were bumping in her and someone shoved a glass of punch in her hand. "Here, drink up," Robbie said smiling. She brought the red juice to her lips and took a big drink, feeling it burn all the way down her throat. "What in the hell is this? She asked handing it back to him. "Drink it. It will help you relax." "I don't want it. It tastes like pure alcohol." "That's because it kinda is. Now drink it," Jason said holding the bottom and tilting it to pour it into her mouth. She gagged and chocked but managed to get about half of it down. The rest went on her shirt. "Get her another one," he said handing the glass back to Robbie. Glancing down at her wet shirt, she noticed the neck line sagged, exposing her left breast and tried to pull it up. "Leave it," Jason said pulling her into the crowded room by her wrist. She became an easy target as guys were grabbing and groping her as they passed, heading toward the center of the room. It was so thick with people that maneuvering around them seemed nearly impossible. Eventually they made it to where ever they were heading and she was standing face to chest with a very tall guy. "This is the girl I told you about," he shouted over the music to the obvious basketball player. He looked her up and down a few times before smiling. "Jason says you like to fuck. That true?" he yelled into her ear. She looked at the smiling boy who dragged her to this hell hole and cringed. What has he told them about her? Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed her, pulling her to where several coeds were dancing on a makeshift dance floor and pulled her tightly against him. The top of her head hardly reached his chest as they swayed to the blearing music. The way he held her caused the back of the shirt to rise up, exposing her naked butt to the entire room and she soon felt hands caressing it. Closing her eyes, she pushed her face into his stomach. The song ended and he pulled her toward the corner of the room to a couch with three guys sitting on it. "Get up," he instructed the one sitting in the middle and he shot up as if ejected. She was pushed where he had been sitting and the two guys next to her began touching and feeling her, pulling the shirt down to expose her nipples. The guy she had been dancing with began removing his pants, dropping them to the floor. She gasped at the giant bulge and was shocked that he would be so bold in front of all these people. Dropping to his knees, he pulled the front of his underwear down and jerked her butt to the edge of the seat. Her eyes never left the large slab of meat as he fisted it a few times to harden it before aiming it to her gash. The music was so loud no one could hear her cry out as it ripped into her. The other two guys sitting with her used the fact she was distracted to further molest her budding breasts. Her head was smashed against the back of the soft, her hands flailing about, reaching out hoping to stop the long-cockman from doing much damage to her insides. Someone reached over the back of the sofa and kissed her, sucking her lips into his mouth. She grunted as the pair fondling her nipples both began sucking on them. The mouth pulled away from hers and she soon felt a blunt object brushing against her lips again. Opening her eyes she saw a hair set of balls dangling just about her face with a hard cock trying to get inside of her mouth. Many were watching and a few reached to touch various parts of her as the others had their way with her. The guy fucking her began speeding up, his strokes more urgent and irregular and she knew it wouldn't be much longer. A minute later she felt her inside growing wet as his cock jerked wildly inside. Once sated, he stood, pulling his pants up and moved aside as another college boy to replace him. "Wait!" someone from above her shouted. "Let's take this to a room where we can get more comfortable," they screamed. The guy about to fuck her reached down, lifted her easily from the couch and threw her over his shoulder, her butt sticking up. As they made their way through the crowd, she received several slaps on her ass and cringed as she noticed the line of guys following them. "Oh, shit, what have I gotten myself into this time?" she muttered putting her head down against his back. ~ end of part 4 wetfly6969@aol.com