Don't Break Me

 Content Advisory: oral sex, m/f sex

 “We should get wasted together and fuck.”  He leaned over and sniffed the air around her. “You smell like candy.”

It wasn’t the first time that he had propositioned her and she always laughed. In fact, it had become a running joke between the two of them.

“Keep your dick in your pants, Ty.” She popped a French fry into her mouth. “I smell more like a cheeseburger right now.”

“You kill me, Jade.” He winked at her. “How about we just get wasted then?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day. Don’t you have some poor girl’s heart to break?” She crumpled up her napkin and dropped it on her plate.

He clutched his chest, feigning a heart attack. “Am I that much of an asshole?”

She smiled and reached across the table to pinch his cheek. “Yes.”

“That hurts. You’re the real heartbreaker here. I just break pussies.”

“Ugh. You’re a pig.” She rolled her eyes. “Your place or mine?”

“I have Maker’s Mark. What you got on your top shelf?”

“Nothing that good. Your place it is.”

He dropped a twenty on the table to pay for their lunch and cover the tip. The waitress walked over and picked up their plates and gave Ty a once over like most women did. Covered in tattoos and standing over six feet tall, he had no problem with the ladies other than evading them. He and Jade had been friends forever. The last time she’d been broken hearted, he’d been there and there were never any strings attached.

The redhead balanced the plates on one hand and snatched the twenty off the table and winked at Ty. “Y’all have a happy Valentine’s Day and come back and see us.”  

Ty grabbed Jade’s hand and kissed the back of it. “Thanks, ma’am. We most certainly will.” 

They were both cracking up as they walked out of the diner. Ty pulled a pack of Marlboro Reds out of his pocket and offered it to her.

She pulled one out and slid the filter between her lips. “Thanks.”

He flipped open his Zippo and lit hers first and then his own. He opened the passenger door for her and she climbed into his truck. As soon as he cranked the ignition, her eardrums were nearly shattered by The Clash.

Ty was the only guy she was willing to make a fool of herself around. She danced inside the restraint of her seatbelt while he laughed at her and tapped the steering wheel with the beat.

“Drum solo.” Jade used her fingers on the dashboard to imitate the percussion of White Riot.

“Damn, baby.” He squeezed her thigh. “Why don’t you love me?”

“I do love you. I just won’t fuck you.”

“I’m wearing you down,” he winked and exhaled a plume of smoke inside the cab.

“Never.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

He tugged on a strand of her blond hair. “You know I just tease you, right?”

For the first time she felt something stir in her stomach, like a steep drop on a roller coaster. She stared at his eyes. She hadn’t noticed how deep the color was before or that there were little specks of gold around the edges of the hazel.

His smile faded. “You okay?”

She looked away. “Yeah.” As a distraction, she pulled down the visor mirror and checked her eyeliner.

Neither of them spoke for the rest of the ride and she was grateful for the volume of the music.

He eased the truck into his driveway and cut the engine. “You ready to lose your ass in whiskey pong?”

“You’re going down, Ty.”

His mouth curved into a devilish grin. “Just what I was hoping for.”

The icy feeling cracked and she laughed hard, snorting.

He wasted no time in setting up two shot glasses and the bottle of liquid gold on the coffee table. The ping pong ball sat where it always did atop the mantle of the fireplace. He tossed it to her and settled across from her. “You go first.”

She sat down on her butt next to the coffee table and bounced the ball toward the glass on the opposite side. “Dammit.” The ball bounced right over the top and into his lap.

He scooped it up and blew on it. “Shazam!” The ball landed in her glass.

“Fucker.” She smiled and downed the first shot; the amber liquid burned and increased the fire already building in her belly. She bounced the ball and landed it perfectly. “Boo-yah, bitch.”

He threw back the drink and refilled both glasses.

She lost count of how many shots they’d both swallowed. 

The ball was in his hand now. “Sudden death round.” He landed it and she drank once again.

That stirring in her stomach hadn’t gone away and, in fact, had gotten worse. Butterflies bounced around inside her. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and got up on her knees. “Come here.” She hooked her finger toward him.

“What?” He leaned forward.

“I give.”

He parted his lips. “You give what?”

Hot breath fragranced by whiskey and cigarettes assaulted her and she kissed him. That was all it took to turn the heat inside her to molten lava.

“I give in.” She stood and rounded the table.

He put his foot on the edge of the table and pushed it back.

She stepped over him and sat down on his lap, her heart thundering in her chest. Liquid courage surged through her veins and she cupped his face.

His hands settled on her hips before sliding down to her ass. He squeezed. “Are you sure? Once we hit the point of no return, there’s no going back.”

Jade nodded and affirmed her decision by pressing herself down on his erection.

Ty pulled her t-shirt over her head and tugged the cup of her bra down. His thumb slid over her nipple. “You’re beautiful. I’m just going to say I don’t do gentle. It’s not how I’m made.”

“I know that. Just don’t break me.”

“I would never hurt you in a way you wouldn’t enjoy.” He lowered his mouth to her breast and teased the pink tip with his tongue.

“I’m not talking about my body.”

While sucking her nipple, he reached behind her and unhooked her bra, sliding it down her arms. He cupped her other breast and pinched the nipple between his thumb and finger, rolling it.

Her head fell back and she moaned. It had been too long since someone touched her that way, since she felt warm lips on her body. She clutched at his shoulders, digging her nails into muscled flesh.

His body was hard and the tapestry of art covering his arms and torso came to life as he flexed, pulling her closer.

He slipped his fingers into the waistband of her jeans. “Take these off. Now.”

She got up and kicked off her shoes and stripped off her pants while he threw his shirt aside and slid his jeans off. He leaned back against the couch.  

Her eyes were drawn to that spot she’d been curious about for years. His prowess was legendary and now she knew why. His cock lay heavy against his stomach, thick and long; intimidating.

Her breathing accelerated with nervous anticipation.

He reached for her hand and pulled her down to sit beside him. Gripping her chin, he kissed her, his tongue exploring and probing.

She closed her eyes and put a hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating as fast as hers.

He rubbed her thigh and pulled one of her legs over his lap, effectively spreading her open. His fingers lightly stroked her mound before slipping between her folds. He bit her lip and pushed a finger inside her.

She gasped against his mouth and grabbed his biceps. Feeling part of him deep inside her, opened something else in her. Any trepidation she had vanished. She needed to come.

His other hand tangled into the back of her hair and he gripped a handful. “Do you like that?”

“Mhm.” Words failed her and her pelvis moved against his hand involuntarily.

The sound of his finger sliding in and out of her wetness was an erotic melody that aroused her further. Boldly, she reached out for him, wrapping her hand around his cock. Only then did she realize his size. It was a good thing he had her soaking wet.

He nibbled at her shoulder and pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing slowly.

Moving her hand, she stroked his dick from base to tip. Her finger found a drop of moisture there and spread it around.

He groaned in her ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

“That’s what I want.”

He pulled away and lifted her off the floor, settling her on the edge of the couch. He pushed her legs open. “Your pussy smells so sweet. I can’t wait to make you come.”

She shivered, knowing her release was just out of reach.

He slid his hands up the back of her thighs until he had her legs pinned open. He lowered his face and inhaled deeply. “Mmm.” He went right in for the kill and sucked her clit into his mouth, tonguing it simultaneously.

She arched her back and gripped the edge of the cushion she sat on. “Jesus.”

He licked and sucked and alternatively probed her slit with the hard tip of his tongue.

Her toes curled and she started to tremble. Heat spread from the point of contact to the tips of her extremities. She grabbed his head, holding it tight against her pussy. The pressure built quickly and she gritted her teeth before screaming and writhing as the first wave overtook her. Her mind completely blanked.  All she felt was the rise and fall, over and over. Her pussy pulsed and her clit hardened.

He rammed two fingers inside her and curved them up, stroking that sensitive spot.

Her hands fell to her sides in capitulation as she panted and moaned.

He leaned back and smiled at her, his lips shiny from her come. “Your pussy is amazing. Are you ready?”

She nodded once, unable to move.

“Ride me. It’ll loosen you up a bit.” He sat down beside her and pulled her onto his lap. He stroked his cock and rubbed the tip against her slit.

She opened her legs as much as she could and used his shoulders for leverage to lower her pussy down on him.

He hissed as the head entered her. “Tight and wet. Fuck.”

Moving slowly, she took him in, inch by inch, the stretching sensation bordering on pain. She moaned and sat still, adjusting to his size. “Oh my God. Ty…”

He rubbed his hands up her back and pulled her head against his shoulder. His hips moved side to side, stimulating every part of her pussy.

“That feels so good.” She lifted up and dropped down on him again and again. Her softness gave way to his unyielding hardness and she was a little afraid of what would happen next, when she handed over the reins to him.

“We don’t have enough room in here.” He picked her up and kissed her hard. “I’m taking you to bed so I can do this right.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, his cock poked at her bottom as he carried her down the hall and kicked the door to his bedroom open.

He deposited her on his bed and crawled up between her legs. His hand squeezed her breast and he bit down on her nipple.

She squeaked and jumped.

Muted light spilled in through the light colored curtains, just enough to engulf her in his shadow.

He laughed. “Relax, baby.”

The soft cotton of the comforter provided a cooling sensation against her back. “Am I gonna need a safe word?”

He shook his head and pressed his cock to her opening. “If you didn’t feel safe, you wouldn’t be here. I know you better than you think.” He released her breast and slid his hands up to hold her head, fisting her hair on both sides.

Her body trembled and she stared at his eyes. Passion burned behind them in a way she’d never seen, like looking into the pit of a fire. He kept his eyes locked with hers and thrust into her.

Her breath caught in her throat and her mouth fell open.

He moved slow and deep. “I’ve wait so long to see you like this, beneath me.”

She reached up and touched the scar above his eyebrow; everything about him drew her in. Her hand trailed down and over the tattoo of a dragon on the side of his neck.

His biceps bulged with every rocking motion as he buried himself inside her and pulled out and thrust again. He clenched his jaw and pulled her hair, picking up speed.

The mechanics of his motion, forced her to mold her body to his. She had no choice but to lift her legs and wrap them around him.

His body slammed against her, his balls slapping her ass on every upstroke.

She moaned, louder and louder. “Ty…”

He kissed her, muffling her cries and shoving his tongue into her mouth, sucking at her lips. His elbows rested beside her head, increasing the pull on her hair. “God damn.” He held her in place, fucking her faster without mercy.

Her body absorbed his thrusts and she closed her eyes, pain melding with pleasure. “I’m coming.” Her pussy clamped, sucking his cock deeper.

“That feels so fucking good.”

All her muscles melted along with her self control and she screamed.

He covered her mouth with his hand and pursed his lips, his body slapping against hers. “I’m there, baby. Hold on.” His eyes rolled back and he pumped into her one last time. His cock pulsed, filling her with his hot seed. His hand slid off her mouth and he collapsed on top of her.

She exhaled and her body shook beneath him. She was raw and achy, both physically and emotionally.

A tear slipped from her eye and he caught it with his thumb. “Don’t cry. I won’t break you,” he whispered.

Look for Melissa’s next short story on February 23, 2013!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Virtuoso

Content Advisory: sex

 The lights from the New York skyline rivaled the stars in the sky. It was a clear but dark night. The moon shone bright, almost like the sun. Jill sat at the piano, eyes closed, fingers dancing over the ivory. Her naked backside lent more beauty to the melody she played. Never had he witnessed anything so gorgeous. He viewed her through the eyes of Botticelli. He imagined how she’d look in oil on canvas while Beethoven played in the background. 

Zander had been watching her for the last hour as the lyrics he’d written were transformed into a stunning ballad. She was musically talented and very pleasing on the eyes. The curve of her hip dipping in tight at her waist and expanding again at the swell of her breast mimicked the shape of his guitar and he had played her.

His cock stirred at the memory of her moaning and writhing beneath him. The tightness of her pussy sheathing him like a vise caused his heart to beat a tattoo in his chest. He wanted her again.

He crossed the room and stood behind her, inhaling the herbal scent of her hair that hung loosely down her back. Her head leaned back, eyes still closed as she played faster. Quietly, he took a seat beside her. It took all his willpower not to touch her, to pull her into his lap and impale her on his steadily hardening dick.

The song needed to be finished first. Business should take priority over pleasure but pleasure had led to some serious creativity earlier. She stopped and marked notes on the sheet music before straightening the pages and flipping them back to the first page. She leaned over and kissed him softly. “Sing while I play.”

He smiled and put an arm around her waist. “Okay.”

She positioned her fingers on the keys and her bare feet on the pedals. She played the introduction and smiled at him.

He joined her, putting his voice to the notes she played. Nothing ever felt as natural as their musical coupling, so nocturne in nature.

As Jill played the ending, he kissed her shoulder and cupped her breast.

She turned toward him and cocked her head to the side. “I didn’t get to taste you before.”

He smiled.“I wouldn’t want to deprive you, sweetheart.”

She slipped off the bench and pushed his legs apart. Her lips touched his thigh, brushing lightly over the spattering of hair. A warm hand grasped the base of his cock and squeezed.

He touched her hair, pulling teasingly before rubbing his knuckles over her cheek. “So beautiful.”

She moistened her lips and took the head into her mouth. The wet heat instantly made him harder. Her tongue wriggled over that sensitive spot on the underside.

He wrapped her hair around his fist and guided her head to take him deeper. The soft scrape of her teeth along the sides of his cock as he hit the back of her throat drew a primal groan from him.

 She sucked him hungrily, hard and deep using her tongue and hand together in tandem. Every inch of his cock was stimulated and his balls tightened in anticipation.

“You’re going to make me come, baby. Slow down.” He placed his thumb at the corner of her mouth, watching and feeling her lips slide up and down his shaft. Blue eyes stared up at him and he fought the urge to hold her head in place and fuck her mouth.

She made these little humming sounds that vibrated around him. He panted and ran his fingers through her hair. “Damn. I love your mouth.”

She cupped his balls and pulled on them gently while his cock repeatedly dipped into her throat. Her nipples grazed his thighs and he reached down to pinch and pull on one. She moaned and sucked harder, faster, her eyelashes fluttering.

His muscles contracted and his cock twitched. He pulled her head down. Hot spurts of come shot down her throat and she sucked the tip, swallowing every drop.  

He let go of her hair and breathed heavily. “Jesus.”

She raised one eyebrow and licked her lips. “You taste good.”

“Not as good as you.” He pulled her up and closed the lid over the keys and lifted her up to sit on top of the piano. He pulled her legs over his shoulders and ran his fingers up the outside of her thigh. He squeezed her flesh and kissed her belly. The scent of her arousal made him hard again. He inhaled deeply and lowered his face to her mound.

He spread her lips open and used his thumb to pull back the delicate skin covering her swollen clit. She shivered and locked her ankles behind his neck when he licked her most sensitive spot. He moved his tongue from side to side quickly as she tangled her fingers in his hair. Her other hand gripped the edge of the piano.

“God, put your fingers inside me, please,” she whispered in a gravelly tone. “Feels so…mmm.”

He slipped two fingers into her slit and curved them upward. Moving them in a circular motion inside her, he closed his lips on her clit and sucked softly.

She moved her hips against his face and he clamped a hand on her hip to keep her from sliding off the piano. Her head hung forward as she alternately panted and mewled. A slow tremor started in her legs and spread upward. She pulled his hair and her pussy began to pulsate around his fingers.

He licked at her clit with the tip of his tongue while keeping a light suction on it.

Her chest heaved from her rapid breathing and then she screamed, her thighs closing around his head. “Oh my God. Zander.”

He moved his fingers slowly inside her pussy and released her clit. The evidence of her orgasm now dripped down his fingers and he had to taste her again. He pulled his fingers out and licked her sweetness.

“Fuck me.” She stared down at him as he untangled her legs from around his neck.

He was a little surprised at her candor but his dick responded nonetheless.

She stepped down from the piano, onto the bench and stood on the floor beside him.

He leaned forward and sucked her nipple. He loved how the tiny, pink circles puckered and hardened in his mouth. He slipped a hand between her legs. “It would be a shame to let this wet pussy go to waste.”

She smiled. “It would.”

He got up swiftly and grabbed her wrist. Twisting the limb behind her back, he kissed her neck and rubbed his cock over her ass. He urged her forward until her face rested against the wall next to the window. “I’m going to fuck you hard, Jill.”

She sighed. “That’s what I want. I want your passion. Unrestrained. Uncensored. A cappella.”

He rubbed her arms and lifted them above her head. He gripped her wrists with one hand and pinned them to the wall. “Step your feet apart.” He dragged his teeth over her shoulder and kissed her ear.

She complied and he angled his cock at her opening. He thrust up and drove deep inside her. She gasped and squeezed her eyes shut.

He pulled back and entered her again. “You’re so tight, wet. I can’t hold back. Feels too good, baby.”

“Don’t. I want all of you.”

He slammed into her harder, deeper. His balls pulled up close to his body. He let her hands go and fisted her hair, pulling her head back. He kissed her, forcing his tongue between her lips. “I need to come.”

“Wait. Not yet,” she said, breathlessly.

He stopped moving. “Why?”

“I want to be on top. I want to make you come.”

“Whatever you want.” He pulled out of her and led her to the chaise lounge. “Here okay?”

She nodded.

He lay down and stroked his cock while he watched her straddle him. She pulled his hand away and gripped his cock. She rubbed the head against her pussy. The head slipped into her snug passage and she braced her palms on his chest. She dropped down and cried out as his cock rammed up in her.

The same white heat consumed him and he reached up to cup her breasts. He squeezed them and pulled on her nipples as she found her rhythm and rode him unabashedly. Any hint of inhibition she exhibited earlier was nowhere to be found now and it drove him crazy.

His hands slid down to hold her hips. He watched her tits bounce from her efforts. His cock swelled inside her.

She looked down at him, her hair hanging forward around her face. Her mouth was open slightly as she moaned. “Come with me, Zander.”

He pressed his thumb to her clit and made small circles over it as she moved faster, taking him deeper. Her pussy clenched on his dick and her eyes rolled back. She dug her fingers into his chest.

He couldn’t wait and lifted his pelvis to increase the rhythm until he couldn’t get any deeper inside her. He held her there and his cock pulsed, filling her with his hot release.

Jill pitched forward, her cheek rested on his chest. “Damn. I don’t think I can walk.”

He rubbed his hands over her back and kissed the top of her head. “Then stay right here. We can make some more music together.”

Look for a special Valentine’s Day short story on February 14, 2013!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

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?