The real Mother Goose

“Hey diddle diddle, the cat with the fiddle…” Blue winked over at Jill’s stunned expression, but then his attention was drawn to the girl at the center of the table, her body swaying to the music.

“Divine,” George murmured, watching Muffy dance, the music both melancholy and wonderfully hypnotic. The three cats were skilled fiddlers, seeming to move the dancer with their music, and Mother marveled at Muffy’s ability as well. She never would have known the girl could be so graceful.

When the music sped up, the girl’s hips moved faster, gyrating, insinuating sex with every movement, and when it slowed down, she swayed, dancing with her arm movements as beautifully as she did the rest of her body, her hips rolling in wider, easier circles, giving them all a clear view of her curves. Mother noted George’s hand edging toward the girl, and every time he managed to touch her, she would dance the other way, but she paid special attention to the King, focusing on him with her eyes, saving small, secret smiles for his personal pleasure.

“She’s beautiful,” Jill whispered, watching with wide eyes. Mother smiled, leaning over and kissing the redhead on the forehead.

“So are you, precious.”

The King noticed the exchange, his eyes skipping between the two young women, and then he smiled, giving Muffy a nod. “Choose a partner,” he instructed her, his eyes moving again to the redhead, his meaning clear. Muffy smiled, stretching her hennaed hands out to the girl sitting next to Mother. Jill stiffened, shaking her head, and Jack grabbed her wrist, mimicking Jill’s head movement.

“Hush, Jack,” Mother admonished, prying his fingers from Jill’s and encouraging the girl to climb up onto the table with the blonde. Both women were ripe and lush with curves, their breasts full and pink tipped, and Muffy danced circles around Jill at first, smiling, laughing, teasing, untying laces of her red corset as she went. The redhead blinked, dizzy, at the whirling blonde, and before she knew it, she was nude, too, and Muffy was encouraging her to step out of her corset.

George had it in his hands before Mother could grab it, lifting it to his nose and breathing deeply as he watched the women together, rocking now, close, arms

entwined. Muffy rubbed her lower belly against Jill’s, her shaved mound seeming to reach for the redhead’s lush fur, their nipples touching, teasing. Jill’s eyes closed with pleasure, and Muffy took advantage of the moment, pressing her lips to the other woman’s. Mother saw a soft, pink tongue sneak through, their bodies rocking, swaying to the fiddlers’ music.

It was magical, and they all sat, transfixed by the show. If it weren’t for Jack’s hands clenched into fists beside her, Mother would have been carried away as well, but instead she focused her attention on the youngster beside her, whispering for him to hold still. His jealousy was almost as hot-headed as the ginger headed girl’s, his face growing as red.

“Jack, enough,” she admonished, whispering so no one else could hear. “She’s coming home with you tonight. Let it be.”

Of course, Mother couldn’t have predicted the next, as the Muffy led Jill to the end of the table toward the King, making her kneel down before him, a pliant offering.

The King smiled, running his hands up the woman’s slim, pale thighs, the smooth, extended curve of her hips, her waist, feeling the weight of her breasts in his hands.

“She’s a precious pet, isn’t she?” he murmured, glancing up at Muffy, who nodded, taking a light step off the table-in the direction of Mother, rather than George, whose hungry eyes followed her as she made her way to the King.

“Hungry?” The King inquired, giving her a lazy smile as he leaned back in his chair, letting the blonde kneel down and free his cock. It was as short and stubby as he was, but she didn’t seem to mind. Her mouth worshipped it and the King groaned, his hand lost in her golden curls. But that still wasn’t enough.

“You.” He pointed to Jill, who was watching the scene with rapt attention, and then down to where Muffy swallowed his length. “Here.” Jack moved quickly, trying to spring up from his seat, and Mother slid a leg over his, forcing him back down, her eyes narrowed at him in warning. She shook her head, glancing over at Blue, who frowned. Jill hadn’t hesitated-she knelt before her King, kissing Muffy over the fat, bulbous head of his cock, their pink tongues sliding together, each of them making soft, happy sounds.

“Ahhhh yes!” King Cole shifted his hips forward, giving the women better access.