He unfastened them with one hand.
“Simon says… suck.”
He presented her with his member, and she took it, sucking him upside down, feeling someone shifting and moving between her thighs. She moaned when she felt a stiff cock slide between her swollen pussy lips. She was being fucked from both ends now, Simon thrusting deep into her throat-he could get much farther in from this angle-and some unknown man driving into her wet pussy.
Then she felt someone playing with her clit. It was just a tickle at first, a tease, but then it felt like a tongue. Someone was licking her clit! The tender, swollen bud responded immediately, and Muffy moaned and writhed around Simon’s cock. When she opened her eyes, she could still see the crowd, and all of them were fucking now, men and women, women and women, men and men-they were just a blur of bodies out on the patio.
She strained to see Mother, but couldn’t, and then the sensation between her thighs became too much of a distraction. Her whole pussy was on fire, and she was shaking with her own lust. The man between her legs fucked her deep and hard, steady, even strokes-but that tongue! Soft, flat circles around and around and around until she was dizzy with aching for her own release.
“Simon says, don’t come.”
Muffy groaned around the length of his shaft, feeling his hands in her hair as he gently fucked her mouth. Her whole body was taut with wanting, and that soft, sweet tongue dangled her dangerously off the edge.
“Simon says, don’t come,” he repeated.
It was a warning. She whimpered, wiggling and squirming on the cushion. The sensation was too much-she couldn’t stand it anymore. She felt her pussy beginning to contract around the stiff cock buried inside of her, a telltale sign of her impending orgasm.
She moaned, loud and long, gripping the cushion underneath her with her hands, willing herself not to give in, but she just couldn’t stop the rolling wave about to crash over her.
“Simon says… come,” she heard him say, and at that moment, he shoved into her throat hard and deep, grabbing hold of the clothespins on her nipples and pulling them off.
If it hadn’t been for the sticky hot fluid filling her mouth, she would have shrieked with her own orgasm. Her nipples were screaming sensation, sending delicious waves of feeling all through her body, but especially to her hot, spasming pussy, where that tongue still worked her little clit in fast, hard circles.
Then the man between her legs grabbed her hips, thrusting two, three more times, and she felt him pull out of her and come all over her pussy and her belly. The hot fluid jetted against her skin again and again, and she heard him groaning between her thighs.
Dizzy and spent, she laid there, limbs dangling, just shivering on the platform.
That’s when she heard the crowd applauding. She saw them, now, when she opened her eyes, still upside down.
“Simon says, sit.” He was by her side, helping her, and she found both Mother and Blue standing between her legs. Blue grinned, fastening his breeches, and Mother used a face cloth to wipe Muffy’s juices off her mouth.
Simon unlocked the platform and turned it so Muffy fully faced the crowd, and they cheered. She flushed, glancing over at Mother and Blue. They smiled at her.
“Simon says…” he said loudly holding the girl’s trembling hand. “She wins!” The crowd cheered again, and Simon leaned in and kissed her cheek, helping her down from the platform. Blue and Mother were both there, too, cleaning her up and putting her nightgown back on.
“Who is this girl?” They all heard the voice, high and reedy, coming through the crowd. “Who is this girl who is creating all the fuss?”
“Ah, Your Majesty!” Simon bowed as the crowd parted in various curtsies and bows to allow her to pass. “You just missed perhaps my best show ever!”
“Indeed?” The Queen of Hearts narrowed her eyes at the girl, taking in her disheveled appearance-flushed cheeks, swollen nipples and wet thighs. “Well…
perhaps we should have a repeat performance?”
Muffy curtsied low, just like Mother had taught her, and said softly, “As you wish, Your Majesty.”
“Who does this girl belong to?” The Queen demanded, her eyes bright.
“She is my charge, Your Majesty.” Mother curtsied to the Queen. As she rose, she pulled the girl gently with her.
“Hm… Mother Goose… has Father Goose crossed back over yet?” The Queen asked with a frown, glancing over at Blue.
“No,” Mother replied, her mouth pursed into a thin line. “I have been taking in girls for obedience training since he’s been gone.”
“Who is this one?” The Queen asked, tilting Muffy’s face up to the sun.
“Little Miss Muffet,” Mother replied. “Her father found her with a young man.”
“Ah.” The Queen nodded to Simon. “A tart. They’re such tarts, these young ones.”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Simon agreed with a nod. He looked appreciatively at the young blonde.
“But a tasty tart, sounds like,” the Queen observed with a small smile. “A tempting, luscious tart.”
“Oh, yes, Your Majesty,” Simon agreed.
“I should like to have her.” The Queen turned to Mother. “Arrange it.” Mother nodded, her jaw tight. Blue put his hand on her elbow.
“But Mother,” Muffy whispered to the older woman. “I don’t want to leave you.”
“Come with me,” the Queen said, reaching her hand for the girl. “Come along, I won’t bite. Come meet all the other tarts. You will fit in quite well.”
“It’s okay,” Mother whispered into her ear as she wiped a tear from the girl’s cheek. “This is the best thing that could have happened to you. Go, now. Be a good girl.”
Muffy stumbled after the Queen of Hearts, glancing back at Mother once to wave, looking forlorn.
“Well, Blue.” Mother sighed at the man, taking his arm. “I came to find a girl, and instead I gave one up! What do you think of that?”
“It’s all right, Mother,” he assured her, kissing her cheek. “There is a little pair you must see over there who will cheer you right up-a red-haired jewel named Jill and another who looks like he could be her twin. His name is Jack.”
“Really?” Mother perked up, letting him lead her out of the booth. They waved a goodbye to Simon as the crowd dispersed.
“And it could have been worse you know,” Blue remarked as they made their way through.
“Oh?”
“You know the Queen of Hearts, Mother.” Blue was smiling, but it was grim. “She could have said, ‘Off with her head!’”
“True,” Mother said with a laugh. She took his hand and they went to look at the young red-headed pair Blue had promised would cheer her right up.
CHAPTER FIVE
Mother was having a picnic and the day was glorious. The shade of the umbrella over her pale, creamy skin made it just cool enough to sit and drink iced tea and enjoy the festivities. The bright shock of green lawn was already filled with people milling about the tables Blue and Willie had set up the day before. Cook had loaded them with food, and Mother had borrowed King Cole’s fiddlers-they were playing merry tunes to dance to.
“Mary has arrived, Mother.” Blue leaned to whisper into her ear, making her shiver with the heat of his breath.
“Goodness, look at Peep!” Mother exclaimed, crossing her long, bare legs under her peignoir and swinging one high-heeled boot.
“Mother…” Mary-who some called contrary-leaned in to kiss the other woman’s cheek. She was followed by Little Bo Peep dressed in a black corset and stockings with tall, soft boots, almost a replica of Mother’s outfit, minus the peignoir. She also wore a soft leather collar, and Mary held the leash attached to it.