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.”
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 tweaked her own nipples. The young girl between her legs moved her face back and forth.
Muffy felt someone moving between her thighs, spreading them open, but she didn’t know who it was. She could still see Simon, leading the dark-haired man back out to the crowd. He came over to her, and she noticed his erection through his breeches.