The Adventures of Wonderslut, Installment Twenty

The post-coital glow suffered a sudden death with the loud cha-click! of a rifle cartridge loading into a chamber.  Though Felicity had never touched a gun of any kind in this life and any previous lives she might have enjoyed, she'd seen enough movies to recognize that sound.  Someone had joined them, and that someone was armed.

Jason pushed himself upward and glanced over his shoulder.  "Um, hello?"

"Well, what do you know?" a gruff female voice answered.  "Third time this month."

Felicity twisted out from under Jason and got into a sitting position, doing her best to pull her French maid's costume - her crotchless French maid's costume - down to cover her privates.

Just out of range of the Slutmobile’s headlights stood a woman holding the biggest rifle Felicity had ever seen.  She hadn't seen many rifles, actually, but the one pointed at you was always the biggest one, wasn't it?

"If I were your mother, young lady, you'd never have left the house dressed like that," the woman said.  "And young man, you pull up your drawers, hear?"

"Yes, ma'am."  Jason jumped up, tugging his slacks upward as he did.

"Now, then, what were ya'll doing rolling around in my cow pasture?" the woman demanded.

The woman appeared more than old enough to know what they'd been doing, but then, that probably wasn't an innocent request for information.

"You say we're the third couple this month?" Felicity said.

"Ah-yep."  The woman lowered the rifle but not nearly enough to be really comforting.

"Could I ask what happened to the other two?" Felicity asked.

"They paid me and my girls a visit," the woman said.

Felicity and Jason exchanged a glance.  He seemed just as confused as she felt.  Some women referred to their breasts as "the girls."  This woman could better describe hers as "the grandmas."  Geriatric and hanging low.  And you couldn’t call her clothing - denim overalls, t-shirt, and cap with the name of a tractor company - exactly flirtatious.

"And that's what you two are going to do, and you can drive that fancy car up to the house to do it," the woman said.  "Now, git."

Jason reached down to give Felicity a hand up, and they headed back to the Slutmobile, granny right behind them.  After the two of them had taken their seats, granny managed to cram herself into the space in the rear of the passenger compartment.  That meant the rifle stuck out between Jason and Felicity.  She probably couldn't shoot them from that position, but she could do hecka damage to the dashboard and windshield.  Besides, who knew how the bullets might ricochet?  Might as well cooperate for now and look for escape later.

The woman directed them along a dirt road that led to a large-ish cabin.  Actually, the structure more approximated a collection of chicken coops all strung together.  Light shone at the windows, so the place had electricity.  Probably indoor plumbing, too.  Still, Felicity wasn't going to be booking any vacations here.

The woman clambered out over Felicity, thwapping her head a couple of times with arms and legs.  At least, nothing felt like a gun.  Then the woman stuck the barrel of the rifle back into the Slutmobile.  "Come on inside, and no funny business."

Felicity carefully placed a hand against the side of the gun and eased it away from her face.  "Neither of us are feeling particularly humorous."

"Don't need to be," the woman grumbled.  "Move along, now."

Jason climbed out of the car, his arms over his head.  "Moving along here."

Felicity also complied, although she didn't raise her hands.  "If we're going to spend some time with you, maybe we should know your name."

"Just call me Ma.  Everyone does."

Jason put out his hand to shake.  Ma just looked at it and humphed.  "No time for that.  Git inside."

Without further prodding from the rifle, Felicity led Jason up the single step and across a postage stamp sized porch, and into the house.  Everything inside seemed neat enough and even cozy in a Grapes of Wrath sort of way.  One large room with doorways along the sides.  When they entered, the doors opened, and a flock of giggling young women emerged.

They all wore nighties that fell to mid-thigh, each of a different color.  Though not clingy, the garments nevertheless promised copious mounds of female pulchritude underneath.  And each eager face was turned toward Jason, and if gazes could singe, he’d be toast right about now.

"My girls," Ma declared.  "RayAnne…”

A tall young woman with red hair hanging in ringlets around her face raised her hand.

“…Pearlene…”

Pearlene twisted the hem of her nightie in both hands, pulling the garment up to show ample thighs.

“…MinniePat…”

MinniePat winked and wiggled her fingers toward Jason.

“…SueEsther…”

SueEsther had perfectly huge breasts, the nipples poking at the material of her nightie.

“…and George."

"George?" Felicity repeated.

"Want to make something of it?"  The smallest of the women pushed her sisters aside and stepped in front of them.  What she lacked in stature she more than made up in Attitude.  No wonder, after having to go through life with that name.

"Now, girls, don't be playing rough with your toys,"  Ma said.

"I beg your pardon."  Jason didn't do umbrage often, and it looked rather cute on him, actually.  The girls enjoyed it, certainly.  They giggled some more, some covering their mouths with their fingers and elbowing each other in the ribs.  All except for George, who maintained her almost military stance.

"I'm no one's toy," Jason said.

"Y'are now," Ma said.  "Anyone I catch on my land plays by my rules."

"And what might they be?" Felicity asked.

Ma cackled.  Actually cackled, sounding rather like a demented rooster.  "You do whatever my girls ask until everyone one of them is happy."

"Anything?" Jason asked.

Ma lifted the rifle again.  "Anything.  You make them happy, and I let you go."

The girls' giggling rose to pitch levels only dogs could hear.  Deafening, actually.  And they squirmed.  All except for George, who was now staring in the general direction of Felicity's crotch.

"Do you know who we are?" Felicity asked.

"You're two heathen sinners," Ma said.  "Now git to sinnin'."

What a kick in the head.  Ma had no way of knowing she'd just ordered Wonderslut and The Piston to perform what they did day in and day out, or night in and night out.  Felicity counted again.  Four casting lustful gazes on Jason and one on Felicity.  Shouldn't take more than a couple of hours, especially if she used the Lust Ray.  Hell, she could get Ma off if that would speed things along.

Jason glanced at Felicity.  "What do you say?"

"Why not?"

"Alrighty then," Jason said.  "Who wants to be first?"

The giggles turned to squeals, loud enough to force Felicity to cover her ears.  "Decibels, ladies.”

The girls descended on Jason like horny butterflies on a nectar-dripping petunia.  Hands fluttered all over him, tugging at his shirt and reaching for his fly.  Pearlene bent to untie his shoes while SueEsther pulled his pants down.  Jason threatened to topple over as they continued to work, but the rest of them helped him to the floor before he fell.

Within in a minute, the girls had him totally naked, and MinniePat grasped his cock and stroked it.  It swelled immediately as it always did, bless his....uh...heart.

"So big," MinniePat cried.  "Ma, this here's the best one yet!"

"I'll say."  An arm draped over Felicity's shoulders.  George had sidled up to her.  Clearly, Jason wasn't the only one who'd get a work-out tonight.  Fine.  As Wonderslut, she was an equal opportunity Avenger of the Non-Orgasmic, although truth be told, it didn't appear these girls had a problem getting satisfaction.  Not with Ma bringing home toys she found on her property.

As George and Felicity watched Jason getting a hand job, George's arm draped over Felicity's shoulder, and her hand slid down to cover Felicity's breast.  Because of her height, George had to get right up next to Felicity to manage that, so Felicity cuddled George's body against her own.  When George's fingers dug into the bodice of her French maid's costume and found the nipple, Felicity reciprocated by reaching around and grasping one of George's boobs through the flimsy material of her nightie.  Kind of sweet, this girl-on-girl action while four other females were competing for attention from the only guy in the room.

With all the limbs tangling in the pile on the other side of the room, it became difficult to determine what belonged to whom.  Eventually, Felicity sorted it all out.  SueEsther had climbed astride Jason's chest and had planted her mouth on his for a kiss that looked like it could take part of his face off.  MinniePat had lowered herself onto his cock and was riding him as if he were a rodeo horse.

Pearlene removed MinniePats's gown and watched as Jason's member slid in and out of her.  "Hurry up and come so I can have my turn."

RayAnne rolled her eyes and then knelt beside where MinniePat was riding the bronc.  “Telling her to hurry won’t work, you gotta make her come.”

Reaching between MinniePat’s pussy lips, RayAnne rubbed what must have been her hot spot because in a moment, RayAnne started yelling, or as she might have put it, hollerin’ like a long-tailed cat in a room full of rockin’ chairs.  Clearly climaxing and giving her lungs a work-out in the process.  One down, three to go, and Jason hadn’t even broken a sweat.

By now, SueEsther had progressed from kissing Jason to offering him her bountiful breasts.  She lifted them in her hands and directed one nipple toward his mouth.  You never had to ask The Piston twice for some loving, so he kneaded both mounds with his fingers while alternating between each peak, sucking on first one and then the other.

George got up on tiptoe to press her lips to Felicity‘s ear.  “Does it make you hot to watch?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Across the room, MinniePat finally gave up her place sitting on Jason’s erection, and RayAnne had impaled herself.  Pearlene sat nearby, appearing quite put out as one of her sisters had taken control of Jason’s mouth while the other owned his member.  Felicity could understand that because although George was doing a wonderful job with her nipple, that only made her pussy crave some action all the more.

“Now then, what say we have some fun of our own?” George whispered.

“I’m game,” Felicity said.  “What did you have in mind?”

“I’ve never made love to a lady in an outfit like yours,” George said.

“And I can honestly say I’ve never made love with a woman named George,” Felicity said.

“It’s either that or the working end of Ma’s rifle,” George said.  “Know what I mean?”

“I do, indeed,”  Felicity said.  “The world is a wild and wonderful place.”

She glanced to where Ma continued rocking in her chair, the weapon in question propped across her lap.  She seemed completely unaffected by the fact that four of her daughters were doing the nasty with a strange man only feet away from her, well, feet.  Nor the fact that her fifth daughter had just propositioned another woman.  Ma was treating the whole thing as though it happened every day.  Come to think of it, Ma had mentioned “third one this month.”

“I’ve never had a nicer invitation,” Felicity said.


Well, now.  It’s been quite a night for the Promiscuous Pair, hasn’t it?  Can Jason really satisfy four women so soon after making love with Felicity?  Can Felicity show George a good time, and will George be man enough for Wonderslut?  Most of all, can all six of them keep Ma’s gun from going off?