As It Should Be
 

I watched as the barrista -- I really should ask her her name, but talking didn't seem called for at the moment -- moved around my lovely Molly and began to remove the body stocking. I promptly helped from the front, pulling the sleeves off of her arms, and helping her step out of the legs of the garment, which topped off the pile of clothes on the counter.

I had wanted to see Molly nude in the light, and now I did. Is it any wonder that I took her naked in my arms and kissed her, now? My cock pushed into her abdomen, and for a moment I lost track of the coffee girl.

Watching is nice, too...
 

I watched Molly and the man (momentarily I wondered what his name was, but it didn't much matter...I was going to give myself to him before the night was much older whether his name was Mike or Melvin) kissing passionately, nude and beautiful. For the moment my services seemed unnecessary. I turned, leaning against the bar, my right hand still caressing Molly's soft skin. I looked at the handsome poet, and was surprised to see him.

He was still on our little makeshift stage, still at the microphone. But he was now completely nude, and his erect cock was in his hand. He was masturbating, watching us, waiting for the muse to strike again. The other patrons were watching, some watching him, some watching us, enjoying the evening's unusual entertainment. Inspired by the poet, I let my left hand move down my front, and my fingers began to probe my clitoris in soft, slow circles...

for a moment i watch and let others lead.....
 

and i follow their lead .This was by far way beyond my wildest hopes for an evening of public exposure.....and there was no way that i was going to let it movetoo quickly i wanted to savour every nuance and movement of theses wonderfuly uninhibited people who had joined me in this torrid exposure of ours. as the last feww minutes had transpired i realized that that I had become so turned on by contraides powerful orchestrations that my pussy was not just sopping hot wet but literally the hot juices were dripping down my legs and the musky smell of contraide thick manhood intermixed with she and i's to such an extent as to cause my knees to weaken in response . Between the two of them i had been relieved of every last stitch of clothing and stood now in contraide firm embrace. The sense of sexual urgency that was hanging in the air along with our musk was quite erotic and i allowed my self to let it take me over.

slowly he kissed me and that urgency was now pressed tightly against my abdomen clearly unwilling to be denied one moment longer .His hand were roaming and carressing every curve of my body i opened my eyes and looked into contraides barely cognizant of my surroundings. He paused and our lips parted , for a moment i was confused but the look of pure adoration reflected in his eyes was reassuring and i glanced over his shoulder at the woman who was also without her clothing who had acted as the catalyst for this . I spoke not a word and beckoned her with only my deep blue eyes wantonly letting them visually carress evry shapely curve and turn of her lovely body. It was so risque and i was loving every moment of it. I reluctantly opened my mouth to ask her what her name was but the poet had started again and i wound up with just the open mouth as i took in the words he was saying and matched that up with what my eyes were showing me which was that he had also disrobed and was not only reciting poetry but stroking his cock in a most lasivious manner not looking a bit out of place while ogling us in our own nakedness nor by being on a stage reciting poetry naked. In the meantime my hands had found contraides hard cock and i was gently trailing a fingernail the length of it's hardness thrilling at the way it responded almost as if it was independantly getting harder on it's own. Now I know that's impossible but that's what i felt at the time and I see no reason now to change that as it may well have been acting independantly. Oh my my mind is really getting out of hand fantasy wise tonite i think to myself my mouth opens and this time i get the question out. " Please, what is your name sweet lady?" Extending my arm out to her at the same time, we clasp hands our fingers intertwining instintively.

An Unexpected Intermission While The Author
 

MAKES A BIG MOVE........
I regret having to say this but i will temporarily be unable to post to this story. If the other participants feel like continueing this thread without me then by all means please do and my only hope is that molly continue to enjoy whereever you all take her . I should be back at my pc by the 3rd or 4th of april and back to this story thusly.
perving in great contentment, with all of you fine folk.
Whatever happens ,happens and I'll go with whatever you decide carry on and enjoy. see ya all as soon as i can.
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"Cindy," I reply, tearing my eyes away from the masturbating poet. I look into Molly's blue eyes, feel her fingers intwined in mine, and on sudden impulse I press my body to hers and kiss her full lips. I feel her melt into the kiss. Encouraged, I guide her hand down my body, until her fingertips slide between my legs and she can feel my wetness. She touches my pussy softly, curiously, and skillfully.

Releasing her hand, allowing it to move freely on me, I reach out, tracing along the length of her arm, until my hand brushes against the man's hard cock. Together we touch him, enjoying the feel of his manhood as we kiss one another. I feel him moving closer to us, and I break away from my kiss with Molly, looking up into his eyes.

Coffee, Tea, or...
 

Molly had been responsible for my erection, but I would have responded just the same way if I'd been pressed up against Cindy, too, I'm sure. And now the two of them, who were kissing passionately and exploring one another's bodies, were jointly and severally fondling my cock.

Molly and I had made love the night before, exchanged numbers and followed up on the connection we'd made. She was the one I'd come here to see, but I was pretty sure that she and I would be seeing more of one another after tonight. That wasn't by any means true of the barrista.

The poet was performing here, and Cindy worked here. It seemed to me likely that she and he would be seeing one another again, and perhaps on a more intimate basis than ever before. That wasn't necessarily true of Molly and the poet.

So, I put my own arms about both ladies, and shepherded them over toward the stage, getting two hand jobs with every step that I took. That was really something, but then again this entire evening had been so far, and it was only going to get better. I was sure of it.

I leaned forward, and murmured to both of them, but I was clearly looking at Molly. "You and I should be waking up together tomorrow, either in my hotel room here or wherever you're staying. So, for the moment, I suggest that you reward our naked poet here either with head, or with your very pussy."

Molly nodded, with an I'll-attend-to-you-later look which I returned in all anticipation, and then as she turned to the poet, I turned to Cindy. Both of the ladies were still keeping one hand on the other -- sometimes clasped, often sliding over naked flesh, fondling and caressing.

I leaned forward again, this time to whisper in the barrista's ear. "Thank you for having us," I murmured, expecting that she understood my double meaning. Then my tongue went into her ear, and my hand covered her sex. I freed her clitoris from its fleshy prison, and began to return the favor of handjob for handjob. I think that Molly probably noticed the little clear drop of clear pre-cum seeped up and out of the tip of my cock, because within seconds she was rubbing the stuff all over my member, not that there was really enough to go around for the purpose. I suspected that she or Cindy might be proving the accuracy of its membership.

Two on Two
 

Molly gave me another passionate kiss onstage, and from the corner of my eye I saw a dozen seated patrons, most of whom I knew by name as regular customers, watching us appreciatively. This was insane, doing this here, in front of so many people that I would be seeing again, day after day. But I was committed now, and I was enthralled by the eroticism of the moment. I wanted them to see everything, to watch me give myself completely to Molly, and the man, and the poet as well.

I broke off the kiss with Molly, allowing her to turn her attention to the poet, who was reaching out for her. I turned instead to the man, Molly's friend (lover?), both my hands touching his hard cock. I heard his whisper, smiled, and kissed him. His lips were firm, his kiss strong, his hands moving around my body, pulling me close. I felt the head of his cock slick with pre-cum. I kissed his neck, down his body, wanting to taste the fluid on my tongue, sinking to my knees on the stage. My hands slipped down his shaft, stroking him, touching his balls, squeezing them gently. My lips touched his cockhead, I tasted his juice. Moving a hand up his shaft, I flicked my tongue on the underside of his head, titillating him, and then I eagerly slipped my mouth over his cock. Glancing over, I saw Molly level with me, the poet sitting on a stool, Molly on her knees between his legs, her hands on his manhood, her tongue exploring his cockhead.

I Stood There, Being Explored...
 

...by Cindy's clearly expert tongue, and it seemed that fellatio was now the order of the day. The poet could no longer react so impassively while Molly was blowing him so eagerly, and I had to throw my own head back, closing my eyes for a moment, as the naked barrista began to slide her lips up and down along the length of my cock.

I wanted to put my palms on either side of Cindy's lovely head and impel her up and down along my shaft, but I also wanted to make sure that I didn't impede the audience from watching her suck me off, so I actually moved my hands behind my back, and looked out at the small crowd.

In the front row, there was a middle-aged couple holding hands and leaning forward intently. A good start, but not what I was looking for. Next to these two, though, was a young man with his arm around the shoulders of a still younger girl, who was running her hand against the surface of her breast, through her black t-shirt.

I watched her for a moment until she realized I was doing so, and smiled. Catching her eye, I pointed first to my lips, and then to her boyfriend's lap. Resolve filled her eyes, and without a word of warning, she leaned over and unzipped his fly, took out his cock, and began to suck him off, too. With luck, more of the crowd would join in.

I decided that I just couldn't keep my hands off of my lovely coffee-girl any longer, and I leaned forward far enough that I could rub my hands over the surface of her upper back and shoulders. What she was doing to my dick was so fabulous that I had to respond somehow. I was fully erect, my long cock curving back into her mouth, my ball sac swollen like my penis, everything about my groin having become supersensitive. If only I could reach her in this position!

From the way he was touching me, I knew that he wanted to participate more. This was not a man inclined to be passive. Feeling a little mischevious, I slipped my lips off his cock and looked up at him.

"Hands behind your back," I said, giving him a wicked little smile.

He leaned back, complying. I heard a moan from the audience and turned. I was surprised, and pleased, to see Megan and Joe, an engaged couple that were almost nightly regulars in the coffee shop, joining the action. Megan, who was usually quiet, letting Joe be the social butterfly, had her hand wrapped around his hard cock, and her mouth was moving up and down on him. I stroked my partner's rod slowly, taking a long moment to watch Megan suck Joe. I also noticed that the poet was trying to speak, but his poem was more a series of happy moans than any meaningful words. Molly was moving her mouth up and down his length with slow luxuriousness, taking her time in pleasuring him.

I returned my full attention to my partner, looked up at him while I stroked his wonderful cock, and I said, "You have to tell me exactly what you want to do before you can touch me." I kissed his cockhead again, and began to slide my mouth over him. My pussy was wet with desire, my body aching to feel him inside of me, but I wanted to hear in his words, from his voice, exactly what was his desire...

She Wants Rules for this Game, eh?
 

I cocked an eyebrow at Cindy when she asked me to put my hands behind my back, but I did cooperate with her, holding one wrist with the opposite hand. It was going to be inconvenient, but Cindy would really be the big loser, because my hands were mostly going to be working to give her the more pleasure.

Then, she told me what she wanted from me. I considered my words for a moment, and then replied, loud enough for the audience to overhear if they tried to, but quietly enough that they could avoid hearing if they wished, "I'm not a poet myself, Cindy. But just at the moment, I want to find a set of stocks somewhere and lock you up, in the middle of the central quad at Stanford, and fuck you senseless in front of the entire student body. And then let the entire student body use you as well, auctioning off each turn to benefit some worthy charity. And do it all on nationwide cable TV. But that's not going to happen."

Grinning at her, I went on, "So, right here and now, I want to take you, but not from behind, where I can't see your face well enough, but face to face, up against the wall, so that all of your patrons can get the best possible view of you, side on. I want to suck your tits, nibbling on them, rubbing them with my hands, and I want to kiss you for minutes at a time and let the rest of the world go by.

"And there won't be an auction, but I'll bet that I could get a line to form up to go after me, once I've slipped my cock into you and fucked you until you can only stand up straight with assistance from me. But that's what I want most of all -- to fuck you, and to cum inside of you. And, sometime, I'd like a real date."

An unexpected twist
 

Well, I'd challenged him, and he had answered clearly. He wanted to fuck me, and he wanted to dominate me, to make me his personal sex kitten that he could tie up, take as he wanted, and sell to the highest bidder. I was smouldering with desire for him, my lust mixing with a need to see if he could really make me his in such a complete way.

I smiled at his words, kissing his cockhead, licking the underside, then kissing my way down the underside of his shaft. I rolled my tongue around his balls, letting his cock rest on my cheek. I wasn't sure how to reply, but my curiosity was in control.

I took his cock in both hands, stroking it. I replied, loudly enough that others would hear, and know that I was up for his game, "I want you to fuck me and cum inside me. I want everyone here to see you take me and make me orgasm for you. I want everyone to see you moaning with pleasure at the feel of my pussy on your cock. But if you want that, you'll have to make me ready for this big cock. I've showed you what I can do with my mouth. Now let's see what you can do with your mouth."

I stood up, turning so that I faced the audience. Molly was standing, kissing the poet, her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him. He was fondling her pussy. I wondered if they were going to fuck on stage. I hoped they would, so I could see him take her.

My stood next to me, fondling my pussy with one hand, allowing the room to watch his motions. I'd demanded that he pleasure me with his mouth, but I had no idea if he would comply. The mischevious glint in his eyes left me certain only that he had his own mind, and his own ideas. I found my hand still wrapped around his hard cock, stroking it almost subconsciously. I almost needed to pleasure him. I was already losing this game of control.

I licked my lips, glancing out, seeing Megan now on the same seat as Joe, straddling him, kissing him passionately. She still wore her skirt, but it was up around her hips, fabric falling down and only partially covering her ass. His hands were on her buttocks, controlling her motion as she rode up and down on his hard cock, fucking him. They were in public, but in the relative privacy of their clothing, and of the far more public display we were making on stage.

I asked my lover, "What charity would you sell me for?" The idea tantalized me, and I wanted to hear more.

I entered the room slowly. The sound that I was hearing were not those of the Poet. The sounds where low moans. I use to be a regular here but what was going on upon the stage was anything but regular. My eyes never left the stage as I found a seat in the corner near the stage. I couldn't make out who they were, but the scene of naked flesh was a welcoming sight. The bare breast that the poet was sucking on was titalating. Her moans became louder as his hands went roaming across the nakedness of her frame. From craddling her tit to gliding down the taunt midsection till it found it home rubbing the clit the was sticking out from under its hood. His mouth sucked the nipple just as fast as his hand worked the clit. She must have seen me take this seat for she turned ever so slightly to give me a better view. The poet feeling her turn towards me glanced at me with a sly grin. Just then his fingers parted her lips to show me the pink pedals that glistened with her juices. Them he stuck a finger in her pussy enticing an even louder moan from her throat. Her head tilted back as he entered her with with another finger, the another. He didn't top until he had four fingers in her. I then realized the only reasons he kept his thumb out was to stroke the huge clit. I had never seen one so big. His hand moved faster his thumb moved faster. He return to suck on her nipples. her moans turned into crys of passion She was so close and the poet was doing every thing he could to get her the rest of the way. Just then she started shaking, the poets hand glistening with her juices continued to pump her. Boy I guess I pick the right day to hear some poetry.

As I waited for my lover to reply to my question, I heard the door open. I glanced over and saw Winston walking in. I hadn't seen him in here recently, but I remembered him. I'd noticed him often enough before.

I wondered if he'd ever noticed me. His eyes were on Molly as he sat down, watching the pleasure the poet was giving her. I returned my attention to my man, rolling my tongue around his cock again, silently urging him to speak, to tell me for what price he would auction me. But now part of my mind was on Winston, aware that he was behind me, that he was seeing me revealed in a way that he never had before. I'd always wanted him to see me this way. If possible, I was even more aroused than before...

Priceless
 

Another observer had come in, making things just that much more exciting. Or, perhaps, more than just a little bit, because Cindy seemed to recognize him. She desired him, I thought -- with luck they would make love tonight. But was this newcomer the sort of man to join in a nude sex show in public?

I hadn't lost track of Molly, either. The poet was making a show of fondling her on the stage, and, I hoped, was getting ready to take her then and there, in front of the crowd. That's certainly what I wanted to do to Cindy, and to Molly as well, but I only had one cock.

"For what charity?" I grinned at Cindy. "Perhaps for some free satellite sex channel for the shut-ins, so they can enjoy seeing this sort of thing too? We could make it some sort of benefit and get celebrities to participate. Or, if you're looking for something more conventional, a scholarship for students of English literature, particularly for aspiring poets. What do you say to that?"

As I spoke, I led Cindy, who thankfully still had her hand on my meat, back toward the countertop. I spread out my coat to make the cool counter both less chilly and a softer surface for her, using my rolled-up shirt for a pillow. I bade her to lie down on the countertop, plenty high enough for the audience to see, and moved to stand between her legs.

"I won't be using this lovely lady's mouth for the time being, since I won't be able to reach it," I said to the audience. "Perhaps one of you all might care to do something about that yourselves?"

And then I turned sideways from them, to bend down and begin eating out my lovely barrista.

Talented with his tongue!
 

My lover was turning out to be quite the gentleman! I lay comfortably atop the counter, looking around. It was funny, because less than an hour ago I'd been working at this counter, and now I was laying on it, nude, in a state of complete arousal.

A cable show for the under-sexed? It was a funny idea, and I smiled. Then, as I lay back, one high heel on the counter top, my other leg dangling down, I laid my head back and saw the tastefully concealed security camera always monitored the counter and nearby cash register. It's fish-eye lens would catch every moment that I lay here. It fed to a closed circuit recorder. I'd have to remember to get ahold of the tape...

My lover told everyone in the bar that my mouth would be unoccupied. I thought of Molly, of the poet, of Winston, of about a half dozen patrons, both male and female, who were in the shop at that moment. My hands went immediately to my breasts, squeezing them, as I let my imagination move around the room.

Then my lover lowered his mouth to my pussy and I lost the ability to focus on anything other than the incredible pleasure that he gave me. I moaned loudly, arching my back, feeling his tongue explore me, feeling his lips kiss me. I licked my lips, gasping with pleasure. And then I felt lips against mine, and I opened my eyes...

The stage show was so interesting I didn't even see the other couple. I heard someone say, she has an open mouth that he was not using. It was then that I glanced around and saw a man placing a very naked woman on the bar. She was a beauty lying there on the counter top with her knees up to her chest. I then seen him bend down to open pussy lips with his tounge. She started moaning with delight feeling his tongue lashing at her cunt.
The thought then came to me, he said an unused mouth. Why not. I started talking my shirt off as I walked toward the counter. The hard on that I had from the stage show started throbbing even more the closer I got to them. Just as I got there, the first wave of an orgasm hit her. Her head swaying from side to side as she licked her parted lips.
I bent down and kissed her hard. The man between her legs, never stopping his assault on her with his tongue just gave a nod.
Her moans were now escaping into my mouth as I sucked on her tongue. My free hands were soon busy. One undoing the the jeans that were keeping my cock restrained, the other reaching out to fondle her tits.
My cock now being free I ended the kiss, I had other ideas for that moist moaning hole.

Just the sort of trouble I was looking for ; )
 

It was an amazing feeling, laying on the counter with my lover working on my pussy. I felt a powerful orgasm surge over me. In the throes of that ecstacy, a man kissed me passionately. I moaned into his mouth, my tongue finding his, even as Contraide's found my perfect spot. I felt hands on my breasts, caressing them, squeezing them, and I could only assume they belonged to the man who was now kissing me.

I opened my eyes and saw to my immense pleasure that it was Winston. There wasn't the slightest look of recognition in his eyes. Well, if he hadn't noticed me before, I certainly had his full attention now.

He stood upright. I reached out, sliding my hand down his body, feeling with delight that he had disrobed. My fingertips traced through his pubic hair, and my hand found his erect shaft. I gripped it, squeezing it as Contraide sent a new wave of ecstacy ripping through me with his talented tongue. Winston's cock was right there, next to my face, as perfect as I'd imagined it to be. I turned my head to the side and rolled my tongue around the head.

No head like good head
 

It was when she crabbed my cock and started licking at the head is when i finely got a good look at her. I saw the twinkle in those eyes that I had seen before. It was Cindy the owner! She had always been very polite when serving me it the past, but the service she was giving my cock with her tongue was much better then I could have imagined.
She then took it deep into her mouth! I'm lucky I didn't cum right then. She pulled it out and licked the head and mouthed the words you like to me. I responded gentle holding her face a shoving my cock back down her throat and moaning oh ya thats fantastic. The man eating her must have been doing great job because i felt her throat tighten from her screams of another orgasm the was starting to rack her body.

This is getting good!
 

I was in heaven seeing the sudden look of recognition on Winston's face. I guess I couldn't blame him for not recognizing me, given the fact that he'd never seen in quite this way before! I took more of his cock in my mouth, responding to the gentle pressure on the back of my head. Contraide was doing some kind of hocus-pocus with his tongue that was driving me completely insane with ecstacy. With my hand wrapped around the base of Winston's cock, his salty pre-cum on my tongue, and cockhead deep in my mouth, Contraide's skillful tongue lifted me to another orgasm. I had a moment to wonder if there was a PhD program in cunnilingus somewhere, and if so, had he merely taken the course, or was he an instructor, before my mind with numb with pleasure.

My body spasmed in ecstacy, my cries of joy muffled by the cock in my mouth. I wanted a hard cock, Contraide's or Winston's, it didn't matter, in my pussy, and I would have begged for it if I'd been able to speak.

As my orgasm subsided, I thought about Molly. Was she still up on stage? I heard the noises of people in passion from more than one place in the room. Was Molly one of them? Was she still with the poet? She'd initiated all this, and I was not going to let the evening go by without letting her know exactly how grateful I was!

things get juicy
 

Boy her orgasm was a thrill to watch even though she kinda stopped sucking my cock. How could I blame her though that was an awesome sight. I looked down at the man that had been eating her, his face was covered in her juices. The ear to ear smile told me he was satisfied with the results he obtianed. Myself, sensing her need for some air, pulled my cock from her mouth. I had been ready to shot my load down her throat, (I just love doing that) but she did need air.
Seeing he was done eating Cindy and her pussy looked so juicy, I thought, why not I still needed to cum. I walked around the counter and placed my hands on her legs. They were still quivering to my touch. Spreading them slightly,I bent down to get myself a taste. Starting at the bottom of her sopping slit, I licked her juices up right to her clit. I think she came again by the gentle touch of my tongue.
I think it's time to put my cock in her now. As I was placing my cock head to her swollen petals a girl walked up to us smiling. She reach out taking my cock in her hands and started to rub Cindy's clit with it. Her other hand reached out to tweek Cindys nipples. My cock was ready to explode and I hadn't even entered her yet.

The feeling was intense! They had me laid out across the bar, my back arched, my body wracked with pleasure so that I felt as if the slightest touch anywhere would send me over the edge, into another orgasm. I don't know if Contraide and Winston shared any words, or if they simply communicated with glances to share my body. All I knew was that they were making me feel incredible.

I felt Winston move his cock away from my mouth, and then Contraide was there, allowing me to stroked his cock again, bring it to my lips so I could taste him. And then Winston was between my legs, his tongue bringing me to another climax. He pushed his cockhead against my pussy, penetrating just a little, letting me know what was coming. I moaned, ready for him, sliding my tongue down the underside of Contraide's shaft, cupping his balls in my hand.

At that moment I heard Winston groan with pleasure, and I felt a soft hand on my breast. I licked up the length of Contraide's cock, sucking on the head, and I opened my eyes. That's when I saw her, touching my breasts, touching Winston, looking beautiful...

Seeing his cock in her mouth reminded me of the tongue lashing I had just recieved. My still throbbing member need her pusssy bad. As I slowly push my cock between Cindys moist folds, moans of pleasure escaped her lips coming to rest on the hard-on that was thrusting into that luscious mouth. I noticed then that her moans started to get muffled,and it wasn't because of the cock in her mouth. It was because the other womans had lowered her lips to meet Cindys thus trapping the hard-on between them.
"He must be in heaven, to have those both those lovelies giving his cock a tongue bath like that," I thought.
I then pushed my rock of a member into her to the fullest. Cindys pussy was soaked with her love cream. As I stroke in and out of her moist folds her cream continued to flow down her thighs, also covering my cock and balls

Happiness is...
 

I was orgasming with Winston's rock hard cock pushing into my pussy and Contraide's cock in my mouth. I sucked, moaned, writhed with pleasure. The woman's fingertips brushed my nipples, the fingertips of her other hand sliding up Winston's shaft and finding my clitoris, massaging it, as if I didn't have enough ecstacy flowing through me. I wasn't sure whether to moan or scream with pleasure, and I think I did a strangled mixture of the two.

Contraide slipped his cock out of my mouth, and I felt the woman's lips press against mine, her tongue touching mine. We kissed, my left hand touching her hair, my right stroking his cock. And then his cockhead was between our mouths, and we both kissed and licked him, before she took his cock into her mouth, giving me a moment to gasp

My hand was still on Contraide's cock as the woman sucked him. I looked down between my legs, saw Winston's sexy body, his muscles tensed as he pumped his cock into me. I'd imagined how good this would feel, but it was better than that, far better. I brought my knees back, my heels digging into the top of his buttocks.

I could barely see past Contraide to the stage. Molly was still there, spectacular in her nudity. She was with the poet, letting him use his tongue to something more than just spout poetry. It seemed his tongue was more talented with what he was doing to her at that moment. Megan and Joe had joined them on stage. They were both completely nude as well, and they were very publicly fucking. Megan rode Joe, her front toward the audience, leaning back so everyone could see. Megan was biting her lower lip, her gaze fixed on Molly, who was inches away from her.

Then my view was obscured. The woman who had joined us had climbed atop the bar, on her knees, straddling my face. Contraide had climbed up behind her. From inches away, right above me, I saw his hard cock push against her pussy, slip into her. I lifted my head, kissed her clitoris lightly as he entered her.

When I saw the woman climb up and straddle Cindys face, I wasn't to sure how much longer I could last. Cindy then wrapped her legs around me causing me to slow my strokes a bit. Cindy must have been doing a masterful job eating her pussy because the womans eyes glazed over. I leaned in to kisses her when I saw that, but she placed her hands on my chest and lowered her head to where mine and Cindys groins meet.
Her tongue didn't take long to start lapping at the juices that my cock kept pulling out of Cindys hole. I pulled my cock out for her to get a better taste of Cindys juices, which she eagerly accepted by swallowing me whole. Mean while, the man who started this with Cindy climbed the woman and slowly entered her. That must have given Cindy quite a sight, I know it was for me.

I nuzzled the woman's clitoris, my legs locked around Winston's back, Contraide's balls brushing against my forehead as he entered the woman. She tasted amazing. I felt Winston pull out of me, heard the muffled moans of the woman as she sucked his cock.

"So that's how Cindy tastes," she said. She knew me. Another customer, maybe? I hadn't really gotten a good look at her face. Whoever she was, I was enjoying her.

I felt Winston's cock slip back into my pussy, the woman's tongue probe my clitoris, and I knew I was going to cum very soon. I pushed my lips against her clitoris, then tilted my head and licked back along the underside of Contraide's shaft. He rewarded me by sliding his cock out of her, letting the head fall onto my waiting mouth. I sucked him in as Winston's hard cock pushed me over the edge. I moaned as I sucked him, my fingernails digging in to the woman's buttocks.

As I came down from my climax, I slipped my mouth of Contraide, tasting his pre-cum and the woman's sweet juices on my tongue. He pushed back into her, and I licked her clitoris, hoping to give her, and Contraide, and Winston, the pleasure they were all giving me.

My throbbing cock had the best of both worlds. It could enter a willing wet mouth with a tongue that really knew how to lick around a cock head. Cindys pussy didn't disappoint either. Her nether lips had become so swollen from the licking she had recieved earlier. With my cock was sliding in and out of her, pulling and streching her labia, I just knew she was going to cum soon.

The woman's tongue had continued to work feverishly on her clit. I felt her muscles tense, her legs wrapping tighter around me, pulling me deeper into her. I had to stopped thrusting while she kept shaking, but the woman continued to suck on her throbbing love nub. It wasn't until the clit sucking stop that Cindys quivering start to subside.

I hadn't felt a woman orgasm like that in a long time, and it nearly put me over the edge. I had my own ideas of where I wanted to unload me seed.

It was a hell of an orgasm, made better by the spasming that the woman on top of me was doing. I could feel her tongue working on me, could tell from the change in her body's motions that she was cumming. Contraide fucked her hard and fast as she came, his balls bouncing off my face as he pumped forward and back.

Winston pulled out of me in the hurried kind of way that guys do when they feel that point about to pass and they don't want to cum quite yet. My lovers were as into the moment as was I. I tilted my head back, kissed and licked Contraide's balls as he pushed his cock deep into the woman and left it there. I couldn't make Winston cum quite yet, but I was damn sure going to make Contraide cum for me.

Marie
 

Not wanting to cum just then, I had to step back. Looking at the scene that was in front of me put a big smile on my face. Cindy had just stop quivering when the woman on top of her started. I could tell it wasn't going to be long for the man, that was thrusting his cock into her, to bust his nut. I stepped to the side to watch the show, and boy what a show.

Here he was ramming her deep, while Cindy had a lip lock on his balls. The woman's head was tossed back. I could see her eyes were squinted, her mouth was open, her face glistening with Cindy's juices. Oh the three of them were a sight to behold.

Hearing more moans, I glanced around the room. On the stage, the poet, had the woman that was with him bent over the chair. He had a handful of her hair as he feed his cock to her from behind. Continueing to look around the room, I froze at what I saw. There she was, Marie, a woman that lived afew doors down from me. Her red hair was long and flowing as she started to walk my way. I could see her nipples poking through the thin material of her white tank top. The green eyes of hers were gazing straight as an arrow right in my direction.
As she advanced towards the the counter, she noticed the three people there on top of it all in the throws of thier orgasms. Marie eyes the returned her gaze at me, her lips parted when her tongue snaked out to lick her lips, as she saw the hard-on that I still sported...

Marie a trois
 

Contraide buried his cock in our lovers' pussy, grunting as he came in her. I licked her clitoris fast and furiously, making sure that she orgasmed all the while that Contraide did. I felt them climax together, their bodies rocking as one. It was a thrill to be with them at that moment, sharing in their ecstacy.

Contraide pulled slowly out of the woman, and I eagerly kissed and licked her pussy, tasting his cum as it slid out of her. She and I enjoyed each other for a long moment, before at last she rolled off of the bar. I recognized her as she stood. She was one of my customers. She bent over, kissed my lips, and then Contraide led took her hand and walked her up to the stage, making his way back toward Molly.

I sat up on the bar, brushing my hair back, looking for Winston. I wasn't close to done with him yet. And then I saw him with her. Marie. The beautiful redhead who taught one of my aerobics classes. I saw her in that thin white blouse, her sexy body revealed. She embraced Winston and kissed him, her hand moving down the front of his body, coming down to stroke his hard cock. I'd finally had Winston, fulfilling one of my secret fantasies. To have Marie in the same night... I could only hope that she'd be open to the idea.

There was one way to find out. I slid down off the bar and approached them, my heart racing with desire

I was still mesmerized by her beauty when she reached me. Marie reached down, grabbing a hold of my cock, she spoke, "So this is the poetry hangout?"
I was about to answer her, when her lips came in contact to mine. Her tongue escaped her lips then started to part mine. She gave me a sensual kiss while her hand continued to stroke my hard shaft.
I pulled her closer to me, trapping her hand between us, the kiss contiued. Our tongues were inventing a dance number all there own. I was lost in the embrace of this wonderful red head, when I felt another pair of hands grab my hips. It was then I felt a pair of lips start trailing there way across my neck. Maries lips where still locked with mine, so who could those others belong to?

I didn't know if Marie was aware of me or not. But I had my small hands on Winston's muscular hips and I was tasting the sweat that had built up on his neck from our sex moments before. He tasted manly and delicious. I moved my hands around his hips to his front and wrapped both hands around his cock. Marie's eyes opened as my fingers touched hers on Winston's manhood. She looked at me, our gazes locking, and I saw the recognition in her eyes.

And the lust.

She slid her fingers over my hands, massaging my hands and his cock in the same motion.

"Is this cock yours?" she asked.

"There's enough for both of us...and maybe more besides," I smiled.

Marie leaned forward, pressing her body against Winston's front, my body pressed against his back, and she kissed me, a passionate kiss that suprised me, even in this sexually charged moment. Winston, trapped between us, seemed like a happy man.

Marie's kiss was exhilarating.The way her tongue made its way to my throat. The hands that where on my hips reach around my body and started to mingle with the hands that where already there.
Marie broke the kiss and whispered over my shoulder to the woman behind,
"Is this yours?"
When the woman answered I heard her voice, it was Cindy!
"Oh My", I thought, She didn't get enough on the counter, Cindy had come back for more. The two pairs of hands continued to manipulate my cock, as the woman embraced me between them. They kissed each other then turned there attention back to me. My stiff cock was pressed into Marie stomach. Her breasts rubbed into my chest, as Cindy's rubbed all around my back. The feeling was exquisite!
I felt Marie's hands leave my cock. She then wraped her arms around my neck as she pulled herself upon, me wrapping her legs around me. Cindys hands, still on my cock, started to rub me into Maries slit.
With Cindy guiding they way, Marie lowered herself onto my shaft.

I squatted down behind Winston, sliding my hands up between his strong legs. Marie had her legs lock around his hips. I couldn't blame her for wanting to get right to the point with Winston. I wrapped my right hand around his cock and angled his shaft up into Marie's sweet pussy. She moaned as he entered her. I smiled, caressing his balls with my left hand. I kissed his buttocks softly, licking them, enjoying the taste of his sweat. I felt Marie's pussy push against my right hand as she came down further on him. I let go of his cock, stroking his balls now with both hands. Her legs brushed against the top of my head. His hands gripped her ass, holding her up, letting her move up and down on him, controlled by her toned legs.

I moved around them, behind Marie, and I resumed stroking Winston's balls as she rode him. I moved one hand along his balls to his shaft, then to Marie's pussy, and then to her ass. I slipped a finger into her sphincter, probing her rear while Winston fucked her. Marie began to breathe in sharp gasps of ecstacy.

I could feel Cindy massaging my balls as Marie continued downward on my throbbing member. Out of nowhere Marie started squeezing me tight, her legs tightened around my waist. She pulled her chest tighter to mine as she bit down into my neck. It was then I felt a strange feeling coming from Marie's sopping pussy. My cock could feel Cindys finger through the membrane of Maries ass.
I hold Marie thighter as I thrust my cock deeper. All the while that I was pushing in Cindy was pulling her finger out. Maries moans became louder as we concentrated on bring her off.
I could feel Marie start to spasm as the first waves of her orgasm hit. She ground herself down harder on my rigid member and Cindys probing finger, when it hit.
I leaned back onto the table behind me so I didn't lose my balance. I then felt Cindys mouth envelop my balls. Between Cindys probing finger in Maries ass and her tongue dancing on my balls I was thrown into my own orgasmic delight. My balls tightened as I gave Marie on long hard thrust. Our mouths mashed together when the orgasms hit. Marie was tender body shook when it hit her.

I could feel Winston's balls contract up as he came, at the same moment that I felt Marie's sphincter clenching on my finger. They were cumming together, and the excitement had me in a sort of sympathy ecstacy of my own. I sucked Winston's balls and probed Marie's ass as they groaned and shook in a mutual climax.

As Marie came down from her orgasm, Winston lifted her up, his hands pulling her rear up, his cock sliding out of her twat and my finger slipping from her ass. His shaft, soaking wet with her juices and his own cum, came down onto my forehead. I licked up the length of him, taking in their joined cream on my tongue. He still held her up, the two of them kissing, her pussy open above me. I sucked his cockhead in, moved a hand up to her pink pussy, and I petted her softly, amazed by just how engorged her clitoris and labia were. I could feel his juices flowing out of her onto my fingers, so, stroking Winston's cock, I moved my mouth off of him and to Marie's pussy, licking her, tasting his cum in her.

Marie moaned, "Oh Cindy, now it's your turn to be the one in the middle..."

A poets pleasure becomes my own....
 

as the poet turned me around to bend me over the stool on stage I looked over the room my eyes ajusting just barely enough to see the goings on and i chuckled at the sights that i saw for i knew that i had in fact been the true instigater of this evening and it was certainly turning out to be a public display the likes of which up to this point in time had only lived in my fantasy's. Cindy was presently lapping away at the most tantalizing woman i had seen in some time whilst the handsome fellow with them had the most amazing look of alternatly lust and satiation it had a somewhat qiurky effect that deepened my chuckly yet more. I would have applauded the young couple who had joined the poet and i on stage but my hands were busy touching every bit of their skin that i could reach. Applause enough I'm sure.
Just then the poet , having arranged me to his liking slid his hardened cock head up and down my dripping cunt lips and then slowly entered me from behind(one of my favorite positions) sliding in to the hilt in one graceful motion. I gasped and then rocked back at the same moment which began the first of a series of orgasms that were quite undescribable I lost track of time for awhile as the sensations washed over me like a waterfall that came from very high above me. It seemed as if i was floating in one long beautiful orgasm so I began to say so aloud hoping that it was not cumming out in some wierd sqeeky voice I said...
"I am entered as a waterfall falls so high from above,
beginning slowly as i fall building to cresendo as i reach bottom."

I searched the room for cindy and for contraide as the poet pumped into me from behind. Wondering if they had heard me and hoping that they were being pleasured as well as I was.
The poet quickened his pace and it seemed as if he became larger within the walls of my pussy my body began to tremble......

Hearing Molly speak, I turned to look at the stage, and saw her keeping her hands busy on Megan and Joe, joining them in their lovemaking, while the poet was behind her, his cock deep in her. It seemed he had become her muse. I've had fun on a cock, but I've never been inspired to spontaneous poetry. Lucky girl!

I smiled at her, silently thanking her for being the impetus for all of this.

Winston and Marie seemed to have formed some sort of plan that involved me being between them. Winston sat down on a chair, and Marie had me sit on his lap, facing her. I settled down onto his rock hard cock, taking it fully in immediately, feeling the warm ecstacy burn through my body as he filled me. Marie bent over, kissing me, her hands on my face, my hands on her breasts. She squatted down, kissing my neck as I rode Winston slowly, kissing my breasts, then kneeling between my legs and kissing her way down my abs to my clitoris.

oh what sights do i see...
 

as i searched the room for contraide my eyes fell upon cindy and two people i couldn't quite make out but what held my gaze was the look of utter bliss upon all three's faces. A sight which caused my pussy walls to contract around the poets large pole and then he let out a loud growl as he pumped me so hard i thought that i would split and he started coming hard growling and grunting and trembling as i was too, I let out a yell that sounded like something between a wildcat and human and my body went rigid then went limp the after tremmors coming and going of their own volition i was dazed and felt like purring.....the poet gently turned me gave me a long slow kiss and laid me down upon the stage floor, his eyes looking deep within me , he smiled and i lost track of which way he went, finding my self alone for a moment i just relaxed right where I was,wondering absently if there was anything to drink nearby me. The sounds of raw sex were to be heard from various points around the room..........