Big Jan, Little Jan, Part 4 (Mm+g, incest, gb, anal)

By wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

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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

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