The real Mother Goose

“Now,” Simon said, smiling again and patting the cushion. “Up.” Muffy stood still, her lip quivering, and he nodded. “Good girl. Simon says, up!” The girl used her hands to steady herself as she slid onto the cushion.

“Simon says, open your legs.”

Muffy saw Mother watching her, nodding. She also saw a small crowd gathering around Mother, their eyes focused on the girl on the platform. Slowly, she parted her slim thighs, exposing her newly shaved mound.

“Oh, Mother,” Simon breathed, leaning in to peer at her. He called over his shoulder, “Delightful!”

Mother smiled. “Yes, she is.”

“Simon says, take off your shift.”

Muffy obeyed, sliding the sheer red cloth over her head. Her eyes didn’t leave his, and she didn’t put it down, but rather held it in her hand.

The man smiled at her, his blue eyes dancing. “Simon says, give it to me.” She complied, her trembling hand brushing his as he took it and set it aside. She was completely exposed now, and the crowd outside the booth was growing, their faces curious, interested, even excited. One man had a hand on his erection as he looked at

her, and she looked away from him, but could still see his hand pumping slowly out of the corner of her eye.

“Simon says, lick your nipple.”

The girl’s eyes widened. Her breasts were full and ripe, but she didn’t think she could possibly contort enough to do what he asked. Whimpering, she lifted her breast in her hand, stretching her pink tongue out toward the fat bud of her nipple. It didn’t quite reach. She could lick the tender, pale pink of her areola, but her nipple was too far to reach.

Simon smiled and was about to say something. Muffy, frustrated, lifted the other breast, adjusting her body on the cushion to make her waist a little shorter as she curled around, stretching her tongue out once more. This time, she made contact, wetting the surface of her nipple.

She heard the crowd let out a small “Ahhh.” A few of them chuckled. She continued to lick, with just the tip of her tongue over her nipple as Simon watched her.

“Simon says, stop,” he said, reaching underneath the platform for something.

Muffy looked at Mother, who still smiling. The girl looked positively triumphant, Mother noted. The crowd was smiling, too, delighted, their eyes still on her.

“Simon says, put this on your nipple.”

Muffy’s eyes widened when she saw the clothespin. She shook her head, but she took it from him, hearing the crowd’s collective gasp. She was beginning to understand the game. She aimed the clothespin over her nipple, slowly releasing it around her flesh.

She was determined not to scream, but she did anyway. The pain seared through her breast, and tears stung her eyes as she writhed on the cushion, trying to get away from the sensation.

Simon watched her, his eyes bright, waiting for her to take the clamp off, but she didn’t. Finally, she dropped her head, whimpering. Her nipple still felt like it was on fire, but the intensity of it had decreased somehow.

“Simon says, put this on your other nipple.”

The young girl’s blonde head snapped up, and the crowd “Ahh’d” again. Muffy took the clothespin, glancing a plea at Mother, who smiled and waved her on. Deciding to get it over as quickly as she could, she snapped the clothespin on, not screaming this time, but unable to help her wiggling and writhing on the cushion at the pain.

“Simon says, put this in your pussy.”

He held out a dildo, and to her it looked just as large as the one at the end of the wooden platform the redhead had been working her way toward. The crowd “Ooo’d and Ahh’d” in appreciation of this upping of the stakes.

Muffy leaned back, the sting of her nipples throbbing in her chest. She propped her feet up on the edge, positioning the phallus at the opening of her bare little mound.

She heard the crowd remarking on her body, the size of the dildo, and the impossibility of the feat.

Determined, she slid the black phallus into her, wincing. It parted her flesh, slowly easing in. The head of it stretched her to the max, and she felt a slight burn as she pushed it deeper, and a little deeper still, working it in an inch at a time.

Her eyes closed and she felt perspiration beginning to form as she worked hard to get the enormous thing into her. She didn’t even know it was all the way in until she heard the audience clapping. When she opened her eyes, Simon was grinning at her.

“Simon says, take it out.”

Muffy slipped the dildo out of her flesh, groaning as she did. The phallus was coated with her juices. Simon took it from her and set it aside. He seemed to be thinking, assessing.

“Simon says, sit up.”

Muffy obeyed, letting her feet dangle off the ledge. She saw the crowd now, many of them touching themselves or each other as they watched. That dark-eyed man off to the side was still stroking his cock. Mother had parted her white lace peignoir and her pussy lips, and Muffy saw a girl kneeling between her thighs.

“Simon says, raise your arms above your head.”