Big Jan, Little Jan, Part 5

By wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

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Jan awoke to a pounding head, a parched mouth and aches and pains
from parts of her body she didn't even know she had.  Her pussy
burned and felt like it did when she gave birth to Michael all
those years ago and her ass felt as if it had been set on fire. 
Her eyes were glued shut from the many loads of cum collecting on
her face and with shaking fingers; she pried them opened before
looking teary-eyed around the trashed bedroom.

She was on her back, an unknown boy's arm draped across her ample
bosom while a second boy had his head resting on her soft
stomach, using it as a pillow.  The rancid odor of the room from
stale beer, cigarettes, piss and sex burned her nostrils and she
felt as if she would hurl at any moment.  "Oh my god, what have I
done?" she asked reaching past the sleeping boy's head to feel
her throbbing vagina.

Wiggling out from the two sleeping boys who were half her age,
she tiptoed around four others passed out on the floor to make
her way to the bathroom.  She vaguely remembers pissing in the
bed as the guys wouldn't let her up to pee.  Someone got drenched
in urine as she was getting fucked at the time.  It hurt to walk
and she had to take baby steps to traverse the short hallway.

Flipping the light on, she got a horrid shock as she stared at
the battered woman staring back at her.  She had no idea of
everything that happened last night as her memory is fragmented,
returning to her in flashbacks and vague images of the seemingly
endless parade of boys and men continuously using her throughout
the night.

Fluids ran down her thighs and onto the floor, pooling around her
feet as she stood staring into the mirror.  Her hair was clumped
in patches from dried sperm and one of her nostrils was plugged
with a crusty substance.  Scratches, marks, bruises and red
splotches covered her body and in the better light, she cringed
as she looked down at her dripping pussy.  "Oh my god!"

Lethargically she shuffled to the shower, reaching in to turn on
the water before stepping inside.  She peed in the shower, her
urethra burning as it passed through and she put her head under
the water, allowing the spray to soak her.  Looking down she
noticed the redness to the water and followed the source up the
back of her legs to her butt.  Reaching behind, she touched her
sore anus and pulled her hand away noticing it was covered in
blood.  She groaned.

It took three shampoos to get her hair cleaned and she scrubbed
her skin until it was raw.  Her pussy and ass were another story
as it was too painful to clean them very well so she only rinsed
them the best she could.  Once finished, she stepped out, nearly
running into a young boy holding a towel.

"Whoa, who are you?" he asked dropping the towel from surprise.

"I'm Jan," she replied trying to bend over to retrieve it.

"Oh, sorry," he said reaching down to get it.  "I don't remember
seeing you at the party last night.  Were you here?"  She nodded.
 Her throat was still too sore to talk much, not that he would
have cared.  "I'm Randy," he said smiling.  "I don't think I ever
met a real live cougar before."

"A cougar?  You think I'm a cougar?"

"Well yea, why else would a woman your age be hanging out at a
frat house butt-ass naked?"

"I'm NOT a cougar, trust me.  It was all a misunderstanding." 
Just then the bathroom door opened and another student entered
and stopped about two feet inside to stare at her.

"Who's the old chick?" he asked stepping up to the toilet and
casually pulling his cock out to pee.  She shook her head,
wrapping the towel around herself and leaving.  She wasn't sure
exactly where she was, she had no clothes, no ID and no money. 
Finding her way home would be a challenge.

It was 6:54 as she walked into the living room and to the many
boys passed out on every seat and several others sleeping on the
floor.  She needed some coffee and aspirin and headed for the
kitchen in search of something to ease the pain.  "I wish I
brought my bottle of Vicodin," she muttered opening several
cabinets.

"You lookin' for something?" a male voice asked from behind her.

"Yea, something for my headache."

"You know what they say; the best way to avoid a hangover is to
stay drunk."

"Yea, but I don't think that will work for me.  You got something
I can take?"

"Yea, in my room, hold on, lemme get it," he replied leaving. 
Finding the coffee, she started a pot while he was gone.

"Here ya go," he said handing her a folded piece of paper with a
white powder inside.

"What's this?"

"Something for your headache.  Just lean your head back and pour
it in your mouth."  She looked at the powdery substance and
cautiously at the young man who gave it to her.

"What is it?"

"You'll love it, just drop it in your mouth.  Or you can snort it
if you want."

"SNORT IT?  Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"That it's cain?  Yea, sure, but it does wonders for you
headaches.  Give it a try."

"Uh, no thanks, I don't do drugs."

"It's a shame, for your age you're not bad looking.  Coke will
help you lose a few pounds and give you a ton of energy," he said
roaming his eyes over her toweled body.

"Thanks anyway," she said handing it back to him. "Listen, I um,
need a ride home.  Do you think you can give me one? I don't
think I live far from her."

"Ass, gas or grass." he said pouring a cup of coffee as it
finished dripping.

"Huh?  What do you mean?"

"Nobody rides for free.  Either you give up a piece of ass, cough
up cash for gas or you share some killer grass.  Any one of those
will do," he added smiling.

"I think I gave up enough ass last night," she said reaching for
a cup.

"Not that I saw and I definitely didn't bang an old broad last
night.  I'd remember that."

"I'm only 41, I'm not and *OLD BROAD*."

"You look pretty old to me.  Looks like you've had a few miles
put on you too," he said glancing where the towel had slip down
showing most of her breasts.  She noticed and pulled it back up.
They stared at each other for the longest time.  "Well?  You want
a ride or not?"

"I'll have to have sex with you for one?"

"Either that or shell out $10 for gas.  I'm not even going to ask
about the grass `cause I can already tell you don't do shit like
that."  The clock on the microwave read 7:20 and she really
needed to get home.

"How about a blow job?  I'm really good, you'll see."

"Blow jobs are a dime a dozen.  I'm looking for something a
little lower and deeper."

"I'm really sore, so I don't think I can right now."

"Then I don't think I can take you home right now.  Ask me later,
when you're feeling better."

"Please.  I have money at home.  Just take me there and I'll get
it for you $20, I promise."

"You know what they say, `a cock in the bush is worth two bills
in the hand'."  She wasn't even sure what that meant, but could
guess.  "Come on, Baby, give it up a little, no one will know,"
he said stepping closer to hug her.  She didn't resist as he
unfastened the towel, dropping it to the floor.  "You've got nice
tits.  A little flat, but still a good size," he added holding
one in his hand as if weighing it.

"Where do you want to do it?"

"Right here," he said backing her to the table.  "Just hop up
here and let Danny show you all the wonders of the world."  She
had to smile at his cockiness.

Lying back, she stared at the ceiling, waiting for the inevitable
that seemed to be taking too long.  She felt something on her
privates and then his fingers entering her.  At first she figured
he was going to just play with her a while, but then she felt the
tingling sensation and lifted her head.

"What are you doing?" she blurted out seeing him pouring the rest
of the powder onto her pussy.

"There's more than one way to get this shit in you."

"NO!  I don't want that, please, don't!" she begged watching as
he pulled the empty sheet of paper away.

"Relax, it won't hurt you and will make your pussy numb.  You
said you were sore so this will help."

Pulling her butt to the edge of the table, he pulled the front of
his shorts down and stepped closer.  She felt him enter her, but
he was right, the pain was going away and she was starting to
feel good, almost happy.

"Alright," she heard some announce from the door way and turned
to see another teen walking into the kitchen.  "Who's the
granny?" he asked coming closer.  Normally she would have been
insulted by that but instead found herself laughing right along
with the guy fucking her.

Time seemed to be slowing down and she was tingling all over as
the cocaine began coursing through her body.  She felt dizzy, or
actually more lightheaded as her energy level suddenly spiked. 
The new boy began massaging her breasts and the sensation sent
chills down her spine.  The boy fucking her sped up, moving the
table across the floor as he slammed harder into her.

Like a kick in the stomach, she felt the change coming. 
"NOOoooooo!" she cried as the boys continued to stimulate her,
pushing the girl from her.  She closed her eyes as the boy
sucking on her nipples suddenly jerked away.

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

"Damn, what happened?" the boy fucking her said stopping his
movements.

Slowly she opened her eyes to see both boys staring down at her.
The large, floppy breasts were gone, the slightly bulging tummy
was smooth and flat, the hips narrow and slender, the arms and
legs much skinnier.

"What's going on?" the boy whose cock was still lodged deeply
inside of her asked.

"Fuck yea!" someone called out from across the room.  "It's party
time!"  She couldn't see who came in as the other boy was
blocking her view but it really didn't matter.  She was feeling
good, not great and right now didn't have a care in the world.

"I don't understand it, but fuck it, I'm up for it," the boy
between her legs said resuming his thrusts.  Her now shrunken
breasts easily fit into the other boy's mouth and the new comer
climbed on the table near her head, unzipping his pants and
pushing his hard cock toward her.

Looking up at the kid fucking her she asked, "You're going to
take home, right?"

"Yea, after we cum, I'll take you home."  Smiling, she brought
the newest boy's cock to her mouth and began sucking.

***

She didn't get home until nearly 10 o'clock as a few of the other
frat boys wanted to fuck her once they got up.  He kid who took
her home insisted he fuck them as well to `pay' for her ride. 
She was feeling great and for some reason, she didn't care who
fucked her.  A few of the boys went at her a second time, and
surprisingly, she wasn't in any pain, even as little Jan.

One of the boys had given her shirt to wear as she stood outside
her house trying to get in.  The doors were locked and so were
the windows.  Richard's car wasn't in the driveway and she
couldn't see into Robbie's room to see if he was home.  She
tapped on Michael and Steve's bedroom window hoping they'll open
the door for her.  She was startled when her youngest son's face
suddenly appeared through the curtain.

Smiling, he opened the window.  "You're back, huh?"

"Yea, can you open the door for me?  I need to get in and shower
before your father gets home."  He nodded smiling.  She sighed a
breath of relief as the back door opened and Michael was standing
there, still smiling.  A quick glance downward told her why he
was smiling as his morning erection was stretching out the front
of his underwear.

Exhaling deeply, she entered the house, grabbing his cock and
pulling him toward her bedroom.  "Let's get this over with
quickly, I don't know when your father will be home," she said
jerking off this briefs before pushing him onto the bed.  Without
removing her over sized shirt, she mounted him, directing his
cock to her overused hole and sliding it inside.  He moaned as
his entire rod slipped in.

She couldn't bear to look at his face while she fucked him and
kept her head back, eyes closed while she fucked her 13-year-old
son.

"Damn, you never get enough cock, do you?" she heard the voice
from the doorway behind her.  Turning she saw Robbie standing
there, hair tussled and wearing only a pair of boxers.  Doubling
her efforts, she had Michael moaning in less than a minute as his
cock twitched, shooting more sperm into her small cavity. 
Rolling off, she laid beside him, looking at Robbie from between
her legs.

He moved closer, dropping his shorts as he walked.  The guys put
her through hell last night and he was surprised she could even
walk today, let alone want to fuck some more.  Sliding into her
greasy hole, she grunted as the tip came into contact with the
end of her canal.  "God, your cock feels so much like your
father's," she whispered to her stunned oldest son.

"So it's true, you really do fuck my dad!" he said slamming his
groan to hers.

"Yesss, many times."

"Whore!" he grunted as he began pounding harder into her.

It had been hours since she had been given the coke and the
effects were beginning to wear off, much to her disappointment. 
Robbie was finished and standing over her looking down at her
with disdain.  His expression told her everything she needed to
know.

"You'd better leave before my mom comes home and catches you
here.  She's got a temper and there's no telling what she'll do,
especially if she knows you're fucking my dad," he said leaving,
reaching for his boxers on his way.

The throbbing pain began to return, feeling more like a dull ache
at first and then rapidly escalating into a searing sensation
between her legs.  She was still leaking cum, something that she
was beginning to get used to, as she made her way to the kitchen
for water and ice.  Opening the freezer, she noticed the bag of
frozen peas and reached for them.  This should help.

Exhausted, she was unable to make it back to her bedroom and
waddled to the couch, falling onto it and pulled the crotcheted
blanket draped across the back over her for covers.  Placing the
peas on her pussy, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

***

Richard wasn't sure what mood Jan would be in when he slowly
opened the door.  Her car was in the driveway so he knew she was
home, so he crept in expecting a fire storm.  The house was quiet
and the broken glass behind the door let him know her disposition
when he left.  Hopefully she's in a better frame of mind.

Sharon proved to be a comfort for him, as usual, and he enjoyed
making love to her all night.  She's a real woman, one who knows
how to pleasure a man and he didn't need to worry about anything
with her.  Well, maybe her boyfriend, but that's a minor detail
as he doesn't mind her fucking around.  Richard wanted her once
again before leaving, but news of Vinnie coming over sent him
from her house too soon.  He squeezed his semi-erect cock wishing
he could fuck Jan now but was too afraid of the results. 
Besides, she's probably still pissed at him.

Entering the living room, he noticed his sleeping wife on the
sofa.  She was a mess and a tinge of remorse set in.  She
probably stayed up all night worried about him and their
marriage.  Her eyes looked puffy, as if she'd been crying for
hours.  Slowly he pulled the covers off, exposing her nakedness,
and the signs of the abuse her body endured.

Hickies, bruises, bite marks, scratches and whelps covered her
from the neck down and as the bag of defrosted peas came into
view, he was confused.  Why is there a bag of peas on her pussy?
Pulling it away, he was taken back by the inflamed, swollen
genitals of the woman he's called his wife for the past 20 years.
 Looking closer he noticed the trickle of mucus pooling under her
ass on the leather sofa.  "What the...?"

Never before had he ever had the desire to put his cock into the
cum of another man, in fact, the thought is nauseating.  But for
some reason, seeing her like that and feeling horny, the thought
didn't seem so repulsive.  He smiled.  It actually was turning
him on.  He didn't know where the boys were and right then, it
didn't matter.  He was going to make love to his wife for as long
as he could.  Of course if she were to change, he'd stop, but for
now, she was his wife and he wanted her.

Stripping, he tentatively parted her legs, stopping as one
flopped over the side, her foot resting on the floor.  He held
his breath.  She didn't stir and he got a better view of her
battered vagina.  `What in the hell happened?' he thought
stroking his cock a few times to reach total firmness before
kneeling between her spread legs.  Holding onto the back of the
couch, he leaned forward, touching the tip of his cock to her
gooey entrance before sliding it in.

Dropping on top of her, he began in earnest to fuck her, hearing
the wet, suction noises her juicy hole made as he pumped steadily
into her.  She moaned once and then grunted as he double his
efforts.  She was waking up and he needed to finish before she
changed.  Slowly he watched her eyes open as the blood-shot eyes
tried to focus on him.

"Richard?" she asked shaking her head to clear her thoughts.

"Yes, Jan, it's me.  Just stay still, I'm almost finished."

"What are you doing?"

"Don't talk, just stay like that, I'm about to cum!" he added
jabbing harder into her soreness.

She wasn't sure how long he had been fucking her, but he only
lasted about a minute once she was aware of him.  Once finished,
he pulled away, sitting on the arm to look down at her.

"What in the hell was that all about?" she asked pulling the
covers back over her nakedness.

"What do you mean?  I made love to my wife."

"That wasn't making love, Richard.  That's more like rape."

"RAPE!?  Are you fuckin' kidding me?  I can't rape you, you're my
wife," he said standing to dress.  "I only made love to you."

"No, you used my pussy to masturbate in.  There wasn't any *love*
to it."

"Whatever.  I don't see a big deal with it anyway."

"No big deal?  I think I'd like to know who I have sex with!"

He smiled, shaking his head.  "Yea, I think I'd like to know who
you had sex with too!"

She was shocked by this.  "Wh... what do you mean?"

"I mean your pussy's full of cum and it's not all mine.  You've
got quite a little lake under your ass and don't try to tell me
its piss.  I know the difference!"

Pulling herself up, she stood, looking down at the liquidity gel
dripping down the front of the couch.  She could feel the warm
fluid running along her inner thighs and one large splat landed
next to her right ankle.

"You have nothing to say about that I guess." he added pulling
his shirt on.

"I don't know what to say.  It was a mistake and I..."

"Save your breath.  I'm going fishing.  It relaxes me and helps
me think."

"Running away again, Richard?  Why is that?  Every fucking time
we get into an argument you go running off to fish, or to Jerry's
or Fred or whoever else you can name.  Why can't you just stay
here so we can talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about.  I'm not happy in our marriage
and now that you've become that little tramp, I really don't see
anything we need to talk about."

"RICHARD!  Don't leave, please, stay.  We can work this out, I
promise!" she said grabbing his sleeve as he headed to the door.

"I'm sorry, Jan.  Maybe after I get some time to think about all
this, I'll have something to say to you, but for now, I need my
space."

"Richard, please, don't do this..." she said as the door closed
in her face.  Leaning against the wall behind her, she heard his
car start and began to cry.

***

"Sharon, I need you," she said as her best friend answered the
phone.  "Can I come over?"

"Hey, Jan, yea, sure, come on over, I'd love to see you.  And so
would Vinnie."

"Vinnie?  You're still with him?"

"Oh yea, how could I leave a man with a cock like that?  He's
hung like a fucking horse."

"There's more to a guy than his cock, Sharon."

"Yea, but those parts don't count," she added laughing.

"Seriously, I need to see you.  Will it be a problem if he's
there?"

"No, but why don't we do a little shopping?  I'll pick you up and
we'll go to the mall.  I want to get up something sexy at
Fredrick's and you can help.  Or better yet, get something for
yourself.  I'm sure Richard will appreciate a little spice in the
bedroom."

"That's what I need to talk to you about.  But shopping is a good
idea.  I need to pick up a few smaller things to wear."

"Mmmmm, now you're talking," she said giggling.  "Give me half an
hour and I'll pick you up since we gotta go that way to the
mall."

"Okay, I'll be ready."

"MY GOD MOM!  WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!?" she heard Steve shouting as
she hung up the phone.  Reaching for the blanket, she quickly
covered herself.

"I'm sorry, Honey, I didn't know you were home."

"You were sleeping when I got here and I didn't want to wake you.
 Why are you naked?"

"None of your business!" she snapped heading to the bedroom to
clean up and change.

"Hey mom," he called out before she reached the hall.  "Someone
spilled 7-Up or something all over the couch.  It's all wet and
sticky."

"Could you please clean it up for me?  I've got to meet Aunt
Sharon soon."  She felt bad about asking her son to clean up the
cum she left on the sofa, but what else can she do?  Taking a
quick shower, she was dressed and ready to go just as Sharon was
blowing the horn outside.  Damn she hated it when she did that!

The fifteen minute drive to the mall was spent discussing her
marriage and what was going on with Richard.  "Too bad he doesn't
get off on the little you.  That could really turn you marriage
around," she said winking.

"I wish it were that simple."

"Well, Honey, Richard is an ass; I said that before you married
him."

"Yea, I know, but I loved him.  I still do."

"Then you need to do something to keep him happy in the sack.  If
you don't, he'll go out looking for it someplace else."

It felt strange shopping in the girl's sections but she knew
she'll have to get clothes to wear when she changes.  She can't
run around naked when it happens.  Sharon insisted she buy some
sexy lingerie for herself and for little Jan, just in case
Richard has a change of heart.  Even the extra small sizes seemed
a little too big, but she's willing to try anything to save her
marriage.

Sharon convinced Jan to spend some time at her house and
discussed further her relationship with her husband.

"Jan, Honey, I don't know how you're going to take this, but I've
got some important news that I think you should know about
Richard," she said turning down her street.  "He's not the loving
husband you think he is."

"What do you mean?"

"Come inside, I'll explain everything to you."

~ end of part 5 

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