The real Mother Goose

Muffy complied, and Simon gently squeezed the flesh of her breasts. She winced. Her nipples still burned, but the sensation was fading even more now.

“Simon says, put your arms down.”

She did.

“Simon says, spread your legs.”

She did.

“Simon says, show the crowd your pussy.”

She did, spreading her bare and now swollen lips apart. The crowd murmured in appreciation. The dark-eyed man pumped faster.

“Simon says, finger yourself.”

She slipped two fingers into her pussy, easy now after accommodating that phallus. The sticky wet sound of her filled the booth.

“Simon says, rub your clit.”

Muffy used her thumb, still moving her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her clit was tender and swollen, too, throbbing as she rubbed it ’round and ’round.

“Simon says, faster.”

She moaned, rubbing it a little faster, her fingers pistoning in and out of her open, pink flesh. Watching the crowd through half-closed eyes, she played with herself, feeling her body responding in spite of the audience, or maybe because of it.

All around her there were the soft moaning sounds of sex. People were touching themselves. One man had a young girl bent over the booth and he was fucking her, slow and easy, while he watched Muffy’s fingers working over her cunt.

“Simon says, stop.”

She did, groaning, and the crowd groaned, too.

“Lick your fingers.”

Muffy, still dizzy from being on the verge of climax, lifted her trembling, wet fingers to her mouth, realizing her mistake as Simon reached under the platform for something. He pulled out a crop, a short, wicked looking thing.

“I didn’t say ‘Simon Says!’”

The crowd “Ahhh’d” as Simon grabbed her ankles, lifting them high into the air.

He thwacked her bottom hard with the crop, and it made a “whooshing” sound as it flicked through the air before stinging her behind and leaving a raised, red welt.

She screamed, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks.

“Simon says, roll over.”

Muffy cringed, but did as she was told, rolling over so her belly rested on the cushion. The clothespins on her nipples dug into her flesh. Her feet stretched almost to the ground, and she could balance herself on tiptoe in the cool grass.

“Simon says, spread your legs.”

She obeyed, opening her thighs, adjusting so she could still reach the ground below, just barely, up on her toes. The platform wasn’t that wide, and she could grip the other edge with her hands, and peer off the other side. In fact, she could see underneath, where Simon stored all of this little surprises. There were phalluses, whips, chains, and things that looked so horrible she didn’t even know their names.

The crowd was large now, she could tell by the sound of them buzzing around the booth. She heard Simon talking to Mother, but she couldn’t make out the words.

That’s when she heard a “click” and Simon swung the platform around entirely, so that she was facing the crowd on her belly.

In front of her was the dark-eyed man from the audience, his cock red and enormous. He had been stroking it for a long time. His eyes were full of lust as he looked at her and she whimpered, glancing at Simon. He adjusted the platform for better viewing for the crowd so that she was at an angle, facing the front corner of the booth now, and locked it into place.

“Simon says, suck.”

Muffy moaned as the man approached her, lifting his erection toward her mouth.

He had to step up on a small stool Simon provided. She saw Mother out of the corner of her eye, clapping her hands, looking delighted. The young girl was still between her thighs.

“Suck,” the man whispered, his fingers moving through her blonde curls. Muffy opened her mouth, accepting the length of his cock. It was wet with pre-cum already, slick, really, and it slid far into her throat on the first thrust. She gagged and heard the crowd’s appreciation of that fact.

She didn’t have to do much, she noticed. The dark-haired man did all the work, driving his cock into her aching throat. He grunted and moaned, and she felt his balls slapping against her chin as he used her little mouth like a wet cunt. His cock throbbed, swelling even larger against her tongue, and she knew he must be close to finished.

He grabbed her hair with a growl, driving forward so far into her throat she could barely breathe, and began to fill her with hot, sticky jets of his cum.

“Simon says, swallow,” she heard Simon say, but she didn’t have much of a choice. She swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed-an endless flood of white hot fluid filling her mouth, again and again.

Finally, it was over, and she gasped as the man took his cock out of her mouth.

“Simon says, roll over.”

Muffy’s eyes were dazed, but she complied. Lying on her back, she was forced to hang her head over the edge of the platform, her bottom dangerously close to the other edge, her legs dangling off the side.

She saw the man’s softening member, and the crowd, all upside down. Off to the side, Mother was moaning softly, her white peignoir open completely now as she