Coby Pt. 04: The Anything Goes Cabaret

Only human beings over the age of 18 years engage in any sort of sex in this wholly fictional story.

Thank you to LoganLee for his thorough, thoughtful editing.

A brief recap:

Part 1. Coby went to his step-uncle Andy for help with troubling thoughts he'd been having. They had an unexpectedly full afternoon of exploring, pushing boundaries, and having amazing sex.

Part 2. Coby and Uncle Andy connected again, picking up where they'd left off, getting down together. Ended up going a lot further, exploring Coby's burgeoning genderfluidity. Cobita was born. And lots of great sex.

Part 3. Coby brought his girlfriend Alessia to meet Andy. Well, I say 'meet' but... you know! Andy eventually learned Alessia was completely down with the whole Cobita thing. After a bit of a fashion show, they got down to it!

Coby, Pt. 4 The Anything Goes Cabaret

"in olden days, a glimpse of stocking..."

Cole Porter

Took me a couple of weeks, but my plans were eventually set (not much to do, honestly) - only 3-ish weeks after the impromptu but highly eventful night with Coby (well, Cobita) and Alessia.

I invited them over for dinner, with the understanding that afterwards we were heading out on the town - didn't tell'em where. I only told them to be sartorially outrageous and fearless. So, at the appointed time, on my doorstep were two absolute visions, replete in lingerie and lace, high heels. Completing their outfits were velvet capes. Mmmm mm!

After dinner, a couple of bottles of wine, and Alessia taking what seemed like a looooong time creating Cobita up in my bathroom, we were finally off to the club. It was literally a 5-minute cab ride, could've walked, but so what?!

As we entered the club, it seemed the MC was just starting a new set, doing her thing, riling up the crowd to welcome the next performers. Naturally, being in the gay village, whenever there is a gap in performances, they play house music, i. e. the crowd was in rave-mode. So much so that the MC had to raise her voice to be heard.

"Allo ladies and gentlemen. Welcome back. Commes toujours, je suis Mile-End Marion qui vient de Montréal-là! 'Ere to tantalise and titillate you wit' our down-n-dirty, anything-goes - literally - H-hanything-Goes, Cabaret!"

As she paused to let the crowd cheer she glanced over to the doorway, spying me, and my entourage. She did a bit of a double-take, seeing Alessia and Cobita, capes and all.

(And a note, Mile-End Marion, being a true Montréalaise, speaks in that uniquely quebecoise way, of alternating between a) dropping her initial aitches, and b) h-overtly h-exagerating her h-asperated h-aitches. It's a beautiful thing, but takes some getting used to.)

"Ok, well, let's see 'oo's up next... let's seeeee... Oh, we 'ave H-holly GoNightly and H-huckleberry Finn. *pretends to think for a sec* Uh, you know, I don't think they're the same H-huckle... *stops herself* Know what, never mind. Sorry! Ok, good people, here's H-Holly GoNightly and H-Huckleberry Finn performing: The Fire-Escape Scene from Breakfast At Tiffany's!!! Give it up!!"

Crowd cheered the pair up, as Marion made a quick exit offstage and scampered over to us. She gave me a quick kiss-kiss and a hug, before turning to Alessia,

" 'Oo do we 'ave 'ere then?!"

Me, "This is Alessia."

A, "Pleased to meet you."

Marion, "Wow, just look at you, ma jolie... si, si belle, calice. *kisses her on the lips* Ooo I could just eat you up, woman!"

She turned to Cobita, "Aaaand you, ma petite croute. I am absolutely going to eat you up. Mmmm mm. How beautiful you are! Andy, you never told me she was this gorgeous - you've been 'olding out on me. *squeal* Look at you."

Me, "This is Cobita."

Marion, "Ahhh Oui-oui, Cobita! I remember you told me. Cobita: quelle belle nom. Such a pretty name. Suits you perfectly ma petite."

She got the two of them together, "Calice, look at the two of you. Andy, you did the right thing, bringing them to me 'ere. Alessia and Cobita...! You are, you two are like, unwritten stories. No, no, you are clean slates. Tabulae rasae! You two are my tabulae rasae, 'ere for me to mould. Yesss! Allez, mes amantes, we 'ave a show to put on!!"

Holly was just finishing Moon River. Naturally, it was a, uh, unique portrayal: her beau looked a lot more Tom-of-Finland, than Paul Varjak (from the movie). And they did a lot more than merely 'hang out' on that fire escape...

When they were done, Marion ran back up onstage, dragging Cobita and Alessia with her.

I thought to myself, "Dis' dun' gon' be gooood!"

Marion, "Mes amis, give it up for Holly and Huck!! Lovely. Lovely. Well done!"

She waited for the crowd to calm down and for the performers to leave the stage.

"Well, mes amis. I 'ave a special treat for you tonight. I 'ave a couple of special guests 'ere who are going to co-'ost the rest of the show with me. Will you just look at them! Mmmm mm! Aren't they vraiment délicieuses?! *pause for applause* These two are new to our nasty world of... well, whatever it is we do here in this bar that we call 'ome. And they come from a land far, far away. These two are my Tabulae Rasae, my Blank Slates. These two are, are un-moulded clay on the wheel. And you will 'elp me to mould them, to 'elp 'dem discover their true selves. Tonight!! *pause* We 'ave to teach 'dem the ways of our world, right?!?! And you all are going to h-assist me, d'accord?!"

The cheers went up again, as Marion turned first to Alessia, coaxing her to the edge of the stage,

"This is sexy, sexy Alessia! Wave to them ma petite. Go on, they love you already - just look!"

It was true. How could they but enjoy those two, all decked out in leather, lace, stockings and heels, naked excitement all over their faces. Alessia drank it up, while attempting a subtle coyness to mask how much she was drinking-in the audience's attentions. Cobita simply stood, smiling shyly.

Marion grabbed Alessia by her shoulders, turned her sideways then quickly squatted down and got her nose right up Alessia's crack. Well, the crowd went bonkers for that! Alessia went for a Marilyn-Monroe-over-the-subway-vent look. Marion gave her a good slather - the length of her crack - then released her and stood up.

Conspicuously licking her lips, "Forgive me good people, I simply 'ad to find out exactly what we are working wit' tonight! Yum!" She drove it home with an only-slightly-demonic laugh.

She gave Alessia a possessive kiss on the cheek, then doing a 180, turned to Cobita,

"And this, this is Cobita! Isn't she scrumptious?! Now, people, I think this is... it is yes? Yes? *Cobita nods* Yes! This is Cobita's first time, out in public, in all her, in all her... ach, calice, look at her!"

Marion did her big Vanna-White-hands thing and the crowd roared appreciatively.

"Oui elle est vraiment glorieuse."

She paused to fan herself, then turning a stern eye, or at least a faux-stern one, and a pointy finger, to the audience at large,

"So you 'ave to be gentle wit' 'er. D'accord?! *pause* Well, you know, unless she, maybe, ask' for some'ting, *ahem* else... *blew a kiss* Give it up for Cobita... maybe later: if you're lucky - you'll give it up to Cobita!

As the crowd cheered, Marion zipped behind Cobita and gave her the same treatment as Alessia, eliciting an even hornier response from the crowd. Cobita, seemingly so naturally, just spread her legs and arched her ass up, open to Marion's impertinent, showboating tongue. She also thrust her boobs out, cheating 'accidentally' to the audience a bit. So, all of a sudden not so shy.

"Ok, that's enough for now. I t'ink we will 'ave a special night, tonight, people. Not that any of you deserve it, tabarnak. Mais, baise-moi, I'm feeling generous. *faux-sigh* Now, 'oo is up next. *stopping herself* Oh, by the way, you two will sing for us tonight, oui?"

She said this mugging the audience - who ate it up - pretty much demanding C&A say yes. In truth, luckily enough, they were prepared - their friends had recently held a karaoke party which C&A sang at. Cobita and Alessia's eyes met, they barely perceptibly nodded to each other, turned to the crowd with thumbs up, to a big cheer.

"D'accord, mes p'tites, s'il vous plaît, asseyez-vous - sit on the couch there. Now back to the show. Up next we 'ave... "

I had been chatting with Trent, the bartender, while watching Marion and her protégés get acquainted but I decided to join them on the couch. Couldn't resist. Hey, I don't mind admitting to liking a bit of attention, me'self, once in a while. The couch is off on the far side of the stage, but a) the stage - the bar itself - isn't huge; and b) it's still on the stage and gets residual light - it's visible.

Me, "So, what d'ya think so far?!"

A, "Awesome! Love it. And Marion is Da-Actual-Bomb!!!"

C, "Same! So far I feel totally fine. Marion is crazy-amaaaaaazing - when I can understand what she's saying! Fuck!"

Me, "Ha ha, yeah Marion is one-of-a-kind. You just have to go with it: strap in and get ready to ride!"

A, "Well, we' strapp'd i-in, motha-fucka!"

As the next act started and her MCing was done for the moment, Marion came over to the couch and draped herself across the laps of the three of us, propping herself up with her elbows at one end, huge cheshire-grin all over her lovely face.

M, kicking her legs up in the air, "Ooo, I 'ave such a good feeling about tonight, mes chéries!"

We chatted and cavorted through the next few performances, the three co-hosts taking turns working the crowd in the breaks. Needless to say, we kept the servers busy with a steady flow of drink orders - until it was Cobita's and Alessia's turn.

Marion, back up onstage and looking down at her iPad, pretending she didn't already know, "Now, 'oo's next up. Oh, look at that, it's our lovely co-hosts, Cobita and Alessia. Ooo I've been looking forward to this. Mmm, what will they sing?!?! Come on everyone, give it up!"

The crowd cheered, still enthralled by the two newbies.

Alessia, "We're going to sing... 'Say No To This,' from Hamilton!"

Marion, "Wow, great choice, but... hmmm, I'm going to have to dig deep into my library to find that baby... now, hmmm, contemporary musical theatre is..."

Alessia, "Don't sweat it - I have it! *waved her phone* I can bluetooth into your system, right?!"

M, "Of course, you're young, of course you want to bluetooth! Just teasing, sweet. And, yes my system has bluetooth. How old do I look?!?!"

Alessia was suddenly frantic, "No, no, no! I never meant..."

Marion cut her off, "Ah, ah, ah. Chérie, teasing. Don't worry, you'll learn, in time." Kissed her.

Alessia pulled Marion aside, off mic, while they were pairing devices, "Hey, are we allowed to get, you know crazy, during our song?! Like," She performed an illustratively lewd pelvic thrust - "... full-on... crazy?!"

She asked sweetly, sincerely, it would have been nigh-impossible to refuse her. Even if Marion had been so inclined. Pffft!!

Marion glanced at her watch for a sec, "You know what: fuck it, it's late enough... *looks over at the bar* Trent, mon cher, it's time! Windows and doors, please."

To the audience, "Alright, people! It's only a matter of time now, judging from the mood you lot are in, not to mention what our next performers are about to lay on us. We're locking up for the night. *pause*

"You know it's true that it's been a few years since the last bathhouse raids, but let's face it, you can never put it past them. So we 'ave to be careful. Oh, and plus: Fuck the police!"

Marian patiently waited for the crowd to calm down, a bit of a smirk on her lips. She paused for a sec, faux-fanning herself, then, shouting to be heard over the new level of craziness she had whipped the crowd up to, "Oops, did I just say that out loud...? Bad Marion, bad Marion: go to your room!"

She slapped her own wrist in reproach, then paused, scanning the room rather possessively, and her expression changed,

"You know what: Fuck Dat! 'Dis here is my room, tabarnak!!"

Alessia looked over at Cobita and they shared an acknowledgement of how insanely awesome was this wondrous being called Mile-End Marion! Both of their mouths were agape, eyes wide.

Marion, waiting for her audience to quieten down enough that she could, at least somewhat, be heard, was fanning herself, being all faux-surprised at herself for losing her cool,

"Phew, ok, what was I saying. Oh yeah. End of the day, it hasn't been so long since the raids... And there are still plenty of fucked up, homophobic cop' around - who just love to show us what 'dey 'tink of us. So... Fuck. The. Police! Lemme hear it!!!"

The crowd responded appropriately, chanting a thunderous "Fuck the police!" Marion stood still, holding her fist up in the codified expression of Black Power, and let them chant.

"You know what?! Ok, ok, 'old on, mes amours. Seriously. For real, 'ere is the real trut'."

She paused then stretched out her arms, "this dinged up ole' dive is only about love and h-hacceptance. It's no place for h-haters, so if anyone here is, you know, un'appy or upset with what's goin' down, you know, don't just sit there and stew and get all worked up. Just get the fuck out! No judgement; no 'ard feeling'. Just leave us da fuck alone, to enjoy ourselve' in peace. After all, we are all consenting adult'. *pause* So, seriously now is the time, before Trent locks the front door. Go if you're going."

She pointed toward the door but no one was moving. There was one poor soul who was already on the way to the bathroom (which is close to the entrance) who was nearly knocked off-balance by the barrage of hostile energy lasered at him by the crowd, before everyone realised he was only going for a whiz. Poor sod, probably put him off his task!

"Whew, I got worked up there a little bit. Ok, end of unintended rant! Well, partly unintended... Hey! Let's Get This Party Back On Track!!! Finally, we are bluetooth'd and ready for our delectable co-'osts, Alessia and Cobita! Here we go folks. I dare ya: Say No To This...!!"

Several smart-asses in the crowd - there's rarely a shortage of them - yelled out "NO!!!"

Marion gave Alessia a playful spank and pushed her into the lights, "To answer your question - finally - you go for it, amour! You may get crazy."

Marion pressed play and Alessia did her Lara Croft swagger across the stage, hand poised on her weapon, while giving the 'fuck you' finger to the smart-asses who'd yelled 'no.' Again, accompanied by a sweet, beaming grin, creating an exquisite cognitive dissonance. It's one of her trademarks, I finally sussed. The crowd was, needless to say, in thrall.

Alessia grabbed Cobita and dragged her centre-stage as the intro played. Obviously they gender-fucked the roles: Alessia sang Hamilton and Cobita sang Maria.

They were totally nailing it - I was impressed - I'd never heard either of them sing before. Alessia seemed a natural belter, and Cobita wisely wasn't trying to sing her part way up high. But still she used mostly head-voice. Wow!

During the second verse Alessia unpacked her heat from her thigh, to horny cheers and leers, and strapped herself in. Grabbing her cock, she mugged the audience, all the while singing her lines. No signs of anything approaching nerves or shyness with her!

Satisfied that her audience was firmly in the palm of her hand - it was in the second pre-chorus - she grabbed Cobita, kissed her once, then spun her 'round and bent her over, that glorious ass angled to the audience. The crowd pushed right in close to the edge of the stage. Trent, the ever-watchful barkeep, called out to the bouncers to gather forces and keep an eye on the crowd.

Alessia made a show of pulling the butt-plug out of Cobita's boicunt, holding it up for the audience, who duly went nuts. Then she pushed it back in and out 3 times quickly, popped it into her own mouth, eyes blazing, before finally holding it up to the audience, yelling,

"Now, I want this back, *pause* eventually. *giggle* Have fun!"

Then - for reals - she tossed the buttplug into the crowd! There was a brief skirmish... bunch o' perverts.

Then it was the chorus. Perfectly timed, Hamilton thrust into Maria's sweet boipussy - right on that first syncopated shot in the chorus, 'No!'

Well, the crowd was officially a mosh pit in front of the stage - uncontrollably, collectively and individually, turned on by these two newcomers, both so beautiful, and sweet - actually going for it, going all-out. Full-on fucking on a stage in front of several hundred adoring, lusting, mostly drunk and/or poppered-up, strangers.

"No! Yes! Say no to this. No! Yes! No!

Alessia and Cobita seemed so into it. In truth, they both were feeling absolutely Freaked Out, they told me later. But they kept it together, performing their roles the way they had rehearsed for their, well, waaaaaay tamer, karaoke party, a couple of weeks ago. You know, no lingerie, or sex that time - which, btw, totally messed up the blocking they had rehearsed, but so what?! They vamped it. Cobita's Maria was smooth, sultry. Yet fresher. Not as world-weary; and Alessia's Hamilton had a convincing testosterone swagger.

Marion was delighted, not to mention also turned on (only human after all) by C&A's performance. It was just the thing to ratchet her party up a couple of notches - an important component of a memorable night, here at the H-hanything Goes Cabaret.

Marion has, of course, seen it all: being the MC of a crazy, off-the-wall variety show in the downtown gay village of a big city. She's been doing it here for a while, and also ran a similar show in Montreal, back in the day, before she moved to Toronto. But even she was impressed with these two. She had originally come back to the couch after introducing them. But she, like everyone else it seemed, was drawn closer. She got back up and went to the front of the stage, just outside the main spots, to get a better view - and to encourage them!

Marion, on mic, "Well people, I don't know about you, but I say Fuck Yes! to this, eh?!!"

It's apparently possible for a mob to get even mobbier. They went back to being more mosh pit than, well, pretty much full-on orgy - you know, an orgy with karaoke. A Kara-orgy. [Ed. Sorry, couldn't resist.]

Going into the bridge Alessia pulled out of Cobita and spun her 'round, still on all-fours, immediately feeding her her cock. The temptation evidently too much, Marion saw her moment, stepped across and knelt down before the irresistible sight of Cobita's derrière, diving right in - tongue-first - feasting on her pulsating boicunt. Remarkably, Cobita missed only a few lines, having a large cock in her mouth, but managed to keep up, stroking when singing.

By the time they got to the final choruses Cobita had been spun around again, so she got to say hello to Marion's magnificent cock. She was officially being spit-roasted. On a stage. In a bar. Sucking GGG-ly [Ed. See Dan Savage - Savage Love] on Marion's monstrous cock while taking Alessia's cock in her boipussy.

At the song's end, Marion and Alessia both released Cobita. Cobita spasmed and suddenly felt very empty. She looked out at the crowd, a bit spaced out. But she saw a lot of lust out there. For her. And frankly she lusted back.

Marion took centre-stage to work the audience, Alessia pulled Cobita to her feet and pulled her into a full-contact body hug, complete with a loving smooch! The crowd noise surged even higher, seeing their frank display of love, along with everything else... Marion simply stood, gazing adoringly at her wailing audience, gesturing every few seconds to C&A.

Eventually Marion brought up her mic to get the show moving on.

Alessia and Cobita returned, breathlessly, to the couch. I stood and gave them both enthusiastic hugs and kisses - they were both still grinning ear-to-ear, with shining, glowing eyes.

Me, "I have no words! I, I... You two are fucking insane. That was, like, so next level - no, that was, all the fucking levels. Thank you, thank you!"

Cobita, "You likey?!"

Me, "Me likey."

Alessia, "We likeyed too."

C, "Where's the server. I need a fuckin' drink."

We all periscoped our heads back and forth across the room.

Me, "Hmm, don't see any. 'Know what, I'll hit the bar. You guys can chill. There is water though."

And I plunged into the crowd.

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A, "So you good?"

C, "Yeah. For reals. Talk about jumping in the deep fucking end, eh!"

A, "I know, I confess I was kind of watching you at first, to see that you were ok."

C, "Yeah I noticed that - that helped. *kiss* But Marion's been so great. And I've got you and Andy, and everyone here's awesome! I mean, we had actual fucking sex: Up On Stage, right?! In front of How many..., how many, like, total fucking randos?! Crazy!"

A, "Shiiiit! Imagine if our crew was here!?! *pause* So awesome!! It feels unbelievably fucking hot, showing my body off to such an adoring crowd - even though most of them are probably here more to see cock - but still."

C, "It was soooo hot! I mean you had your tits right out there, for fucks sake!"

A, "Hey!! These are not tits. These, are breasts.

C, grabbing them, "These, my love, are spec-tac-u-lar tits!!!

A, "Fuck, the crap I let you get away with. Truth is, I don't give an actual *chin thrust* what you call them (m-mostly) as long as you touch them like that!"

C, "Mmmmm."

Cobita continued to maul her breasts, then after a bit, "... so yeah, I'm good!"

Alessia was looking over at Marion as she owned the stage, specifically eying her crotch,

"I'm so frickin' horny. You know what they say, "... to the bold go the rewards... no, the spoils. Damn it! I totally blew that one!"

C, dropped his jaw in faux-shock - "... 's that a GOT reference?!"

A, "NO, I am NOT into GOT, and you know it. Shut up-puh!"

C, "I do know that! *pause* It's probably LOTR! Score! *triumphant pause* Hey, know what? I want more cock. I think I want, like, lots of cocks... Wattaya think?! You cool with that?"

A, "Pffft! I've been hoping you would get there. Mmmm mm, dying to see it!!" She gave a squeal as her body shook involuntarily.

C, "You're into Marion's cock aren't you?!"

A, "Fuuuuck. Who wouldn't be. *point* Look at it. It's right there. It's the biggest cock I've ever seen irl."

C, "Right!?!?"

A, nodding at Marion, "I'm gonna go over to her and suck it - right now, right there onstage! Here I go - watch this!"

Cobita grabbed her and kissed her, "Have fun. Love you! Keep your jaw loose."

Alessia kissed her back fiercely, "It's insane how fucking much I love you, my sweet Cobita!"

C, "Hey you stole that from Andy! *expressive faux-pout*"

A, "Aw, that's so cute, sticking up for your uncle. For - ooo, wait - for Uncle Andy. You were defending your Uncle Andy. Uncle Andy! *giggle* So, what, I'm not allowed to use it? Sweet Cobita?!" Teen snark with a bit of sparkle.

C, "I'll allow it!"

Marion was just starting to introduce the next performer, Alessia boldly crossed the stage and sidled right up to her, interrupting her to whisper in her ear:

"Permission to suck your cock, Mistress?!"

Marion's eyes went wide, and straightened fingers covered mouth in the time-honoured way. But Alessia hadn't waited for a reaction, or an answer, she grabbed the mic out of M's hand and began a monologue as she slid to her knees and pulled Marion's schlong fully free of its confines.

A, "I mean, look at this, this wonder!"

A, waited for the cheers to die down. Then she got right to it - opened wide and ingested as much cock as she could. The crowd went nuts again.

"Sorry folks, is it ok if I have a bit of a moment, up here?"

Alessia, after a moment took M's cock back in her mouth while waiting for the cheering to abate somewhat, with a faux-snarky eyebrow-raise.

"Look, I don't mean to like, take over, but, you see, y'all're used to seeing this lovely cock on a regular basis, *looked up at Marion coyly* er, not to make assumptions. *giggle* But this is my first time seeing this, this humungous cock, and I just can't wait anymore."

To the enthusiastic encouragement of the crowd, Alessia went back to sucking Marion's cock. Which in truth, is a magnificent specimen: easily 10 inches, with a girth that would always be a significant, ah, achievement, no matter which receptacle one received it in.

Obvi the crowd cheered gleefully, lustfully. Yes, the Anything Goes Cabaret has had several performances featuring Marion's member over the years, as it happens. But who could ever tire of seeing something so beautiful, monumental. Although it be daunting for literally anyone to take, anyone who sees it is naturally drawn to at least speculate on't. It somehow makes you want it, simply by being itself.

After a bit, Alessia tried to take it deeper. She finally managed to get an inch or so into her throat and held it for a few seconds - but she couldn't get it all in - frustrated - she vowed to herself to keep trying.

"Ho-leeee this is a big cock. *pause* You know, there's more than enough for me to share, what do you think? Shall I share it with my Cobita?!"

The crowd responded as became their collective horniness!

Alessia turned around, "Come here my sweet one. Help me make love to this gorgeous cock!"

Cobita was a bit sheepish but still grinned to the crowd as they cheered her across the stage. She knelt down and was soon vying with Alessia for Marion's glorious cock. The pair of them were all over it, up it and down it and around it, making a slobbery mess.

Cobita had a lightbulb moment, positioning herself behind Marion, sitting on her bum and leaning back, sticking her head - face-up - right through M's legs - which were spread wide - so she could suck M's balls, and slather the underside of her shaft, right between her legs! While doing that she thrust her pelvis up lewdly, showing the crowd glimpses of her boipussy and shaking her clitty about in its pouch.

Alessia had handed back the mic to Marion as she became engrossed in her self-appointed task-in-hand, task-in-mouth.

Marion tried, with only limited success, to keep her patter going, while her body was screaming at her to focus on the wonderful things being done to her humungous clit. But she certainly didn't want to come, so eventually she had to pull the horny pair off her twitching cock.

Marion pulled Alessia into a hug, and A leaned into the mic with a smirk to the audience, "Thank you, Marion!"

Alessia then leaned the other way and put her lips to Marion's downstage ear, "Marion. We want to fuck. Both of us. Is that ok? Cobita wants lots of cock, and I'll fuck anything you put in front of me!"

There was that cognitive dissonance again. Who could resist?

Marion knew what to do. She went to work,

"*expressive cough* Ladies and, well, the rest of you, pffft. Whatever. Listen up! I want you to - calmly and in an orderly way - And. I. Mean. That! *wagged finger at the crowd* Calmly, and orderly-ly - Ha! - form a queue starting here *pointed in front of her* and running this way along the stage, and then down that aisle, ok?! It seems that Cobita here wants cocks. Lots of cocks. *pause* Well, I think we can accommodate her, yes?!"

The crowd erupted in a roar, well, more of a growl.

"And, our lovely Alessia here wants to get all, Lara Croft, on whoever wants it! Pffft! Whoever wants it... Ha! 'Tell you what, let's do this instead: hands up who doesn't want..."

No hands went up, obvi.

"Exactement! Ok you lot can line up down that way. D'accord. Allons!"

The crowd didn't really do much right away - an agitated murmuring went across the room.

"Well, what are you waiting for?! Can't believe it's real? Oh, it's real! Come on, queue up. Music Maestro!"

And it was on. True to the established vibe, people peacefully sorted themselves into queues - complicated, multi-layered sort of queues - but again most of these folks have a long camaraderie.

Cobita was soon surrounded with willing cock-wielders whom she started taking in pairs. Cock, cock and more cock for Cobita. Alessia on the other hand insisted on making out a bit with her partners, snogging and sex-talking and fondling. Not long - enough so she could get a little into each person, before, uh, getting in to them.

Suffice to say, there was soon plenty of sex also going on in the queues, while they waited - not to mention the rest of the club!

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Long since back in my place on the sacred couch, I was quietly enjoying watching all the craziness unfold in front of me from the couch, giving myself a leisurely wank. After some minutes a diminutive figure came over to the edge of the stage and looked up at me,

"May I?"

I simply smiled, leaning over to give her my hand to pull her up. The stage is not that high, not even 3 feet.

"Andy."

"Angel."

"Ahh, the feared, fabled, black angel."

She was in the act of sitting, but stopped halfway,

"Well, if you're going to be like that, I don't have to stay..."

"Oo, sensitive, eh? It was a compliment - meant as..."

She finished sitting, "Duh!"

Well, we'd established we're both up for verbal sparring. Luckily a server was by and we ordered fresh drinks.

Angel was trés petite. Honestly, to look at her, she could have been a kid, she was so tiny, but they're very strict on carding here. With an embroidered, carnivalesque mask over her eyes, it was difficult to pinpoint her gender. Not that it mattered, just curious. Her small pointy breasts did not, um, point to an answer, she could be in transition. And her lack of a pouch only meant she could be tucked.

Exceedingly easy on the eyes, she didn't seem to mind me taking a moment to, as respectfully as possible, appreciate her physical charms. Of course, my own main physical charm, such as it was, was on display for her eyes.

"I don't think I've seen you here before, not that I'm exactly a regular. I'm more like an occasional."

"Pretty sure I've seen you here before. Sometimes you hang with Marion, up here on the sacred couch, right?"

"Guilty."

"Mmm. Well, we come once in a while. *pointing* I have a couple of friends over there somewhere. They're prob'ly lining up for Cobita."

"And why aren't you with them?!" Faux-snark.

"Oh, I'll get there. There's an order to things." Enigmatic.

"Hmmm, an order, is there?"

"Yeah. What was I saying? Oh yeah, we don't come absolutely ev'ry week, but you know, coupl'a times a month. I like Marion, she's a riot. And there's always something entertaining, no matter how fucking bizarre. And I mean that in the best way."

I pointed to the mob in front of us, "Case in point!"

Angel, "Exactamundo."

"So, have you ever, sung, or *ahem*, performed here?"

"Yeah, couple'a times."

"Awesome. What did you sing? I mean, did you sing?"

Angel apparently had quite the edgy snark, "Ha ha. *eye-roll* First time I sang Lou Reed. Sweet Jane."

"Damn! Sorry I missed that."

"Yeah it was fun. I sang it all slow. Breathy, and moody, like, kinda-like Billy Eilish."

"Nice! So, what else?"

"Oh, one time was pretty epic! I sang... You pro'bly won't know this tune. It's called Man-Size, by PJ Harvey."

"Get the fuck OUT!!! I love PJ Harvey - fucking love that tune!"

I started singing, "I'm comin' up man-sized, skinned alive..." Head bopping goofily.

Me, "Wait, was it the rock version or the string version?"

"Obvi the string version." Oof, intense faux-snark.

"I am seriously impressed you know that tune. Damn. Respect!"

"Back at ya. Shit, that was the craziest thing I've ever done, here or anywhere. I was packing serious heat that night - you know, real man size... - oops sorry, that was cheap. Well I, uh, may have ended up fucking a little pussy. Or a lot..."

"Holeee! I so want to have seen that. Shit, Man-Size!! Unbelievable. Wait, did anyone film it?!"

"Mmm-maybe." Ultra-coy.

"Not ashamed to say I'd pay to see that!"

"Yeah? Well maybe we'll work something out."

Angel sat back with her memory for a moment. Smiling,

"Aw, hey thanks for bringing that up - sweet memories. Ha ha, I remember I was wearing a really hot skirt that hid my monster dildo. It was seriously big - like bigger than Marion big! On liddle-ole-me, right?!

"So when it came to the big reveal - I did it when, you know that line in the song, when she's kind of talking and says, 'good lord I'm big' - right then I pulled up my skirt, started stroking it - holding it out to the crowd. People all started screaming for it. They went frickin' nuts. It was insanity! So Marion cherry-picked people to come up onstage and take it."

She pointed across to C&A, "Wow, ha, it was totally like this. Well, it was less organised!"

"Shit, you must have gotten so wound up yourself, by the end of that!"

"You know it. Fuck, that's right. You know that song is pretty short right? Like 2 minutes. Well, Marion ordered the DJ to loop it. I lost count of how many times - probably too many for some people - those strings are fucking intense right?! - until the queue was exhausted. *pause* Anyway, yeah, after all that, I went back to my friends and pretty much demanded they both fuck me silly, right then'n'there. Ha ha, they were as horned up as me. They literally swept our table clean, just like they do in the movies - ha! - and laid me over it. Daaaamn I came hard... mmmm. Good times!"

"Damn!"

We sat in comfortable silence for a bit, each watching the crazy assembly lines of sex, in front of us. All 3 MC's were holding court, taking all comers - ha - and comers aplenty they took. Perhaps a bit surprisingly, there were more brave souls than you'd think, willing, happy, to take Marion's, ah, magnificence. Plus, I kept hearing Cobita's forever-ahhh, which is always a good sign. Even with mucho cock-o in her mouth.

But at the same time I was drawn to behold my newfound friend, Angel. I tried, in vain, not to ogle. She was wearing a full bodysuit of a shiny, smooth, velvety black material that went neck-to-wrist-to-ankle. There is a picture of her, in the dictionary, next to the word: svelte. Whew!

I was trying for playful, but, you know, "I have to confess I am having a difficult time not um, ogling. Shit, I can't deny there's some objectification going on. I mean, you're so perfectly lovely. *fumbling for words* And your, your body, your whole look, everything about you. Can I be crass for a sec...?"

"Oh, so..., what you just said wasn't crass...?!"

Attempting snark, "Ha ha. Good one."

"Go on then. Let's hear what you consider crass..."

No pressure.

"I can't seem to stop myself saying this... it's just, your, your little breasts are, they are, very special! Fuck I don't know how not to sound like a pig! Or cliche. Or both. Their shape, their perkiness, their aliveness, the way you simply let them be, unadorned, saying hello to the world - to me. *pause* In my defence, it's much more than mere objectification: it's also a strong, a profound, desire to become acquainted with them, intimately, for to give them, and you, much, much pleasure."

Angel was utterly deadpan during, and after my, um, tirade, pausing for a good bit, as if deliberating, before pretending to come to a decision, and brilliantly dropping:

"Yeah. Or, you know, 'nice tits' would've worked too."

"I bow to thee. Again."

Angel seemed genuinely grateful, "Why thank you, kind sir."

"Sir?! Ouch, how old do I look?!"

Her eyes went wide, "OH NO! I didn't mea..."

"Kidding."

"Fuck. Ya got me. Damn it's usually me doin' that. But yeah, you are old, actually. You gotta be twice my age easy. No offence. Who said it's a bad thing? You're a hot older guy. Hotness, whatever the fuck that even is, is not age-dependant. Anyway, honestly, your little schpiel wasn't all that crass. More Awkward. Do you, like, do awkward, you know, as a ploy? Is that your thing?!"

"What is this, truth or dare?!" My attempted deflection...

Failed: "Oh no you don't. Answer the question mister."

"To be honest, I've never been conscious of it being a ploy - 'cause that would be crass. Ha! No, but seriously, I'll have to think about it. For-real you've got me wondering."

"Wow, respect to you. That was honest."

"Yeah, I have a lack of social filters sometimes. Gets me in constant trouble."

I had continued to fondle my naughty bits while bantering with Angel. Not drawing attention to it, but not being shy about it either. Given where we were, and that she approached me specifically, I figured it was her card to play if she found it bothersome. Angel didn't react to it, or even really look.

Until, during a lull in our convo, she boldly scootched over so our thighs were squeezed together, and hovered her hand over my crotch,

"May I?"

Eyes twinkling, "Oh, is that what you meant, back, the first time you asked 'may I'?"

"Yeah, nice idea, but you had to work too hard." Oof, that faux-snark again.

I relinquished my lap, and without pause Angel's hovering hand landed, taking initially-tentative hold of my mostly erect cock.

"You may."

"Pffft. As if."

"As if what?" I actually - for once! - pulled off a pretty good deadpan. All innocence, me.

She eyed me for a second, before: "You're making me say it? Out loud?! Ok you asked for it: As If, you'd say no to this."

"Ooo, I like the self-confident delivery. But, gotta say, I am in absolute awe of the Hamilton reference!"

"Yeah, 'cause I totally meant that."

I stopped for a sec, giving her a look, "Huh, nice one. So... apparently you can be honest too. Good to know."

I ended by doing the bow thing - you know, you put both hands up, palms flat, then bow a few times from the shoulder - the universal sign of worship, admiration.

"Wow, my stuff is really landing with you. Gotta love that!"

I decided to go for it, I leaned in for a gentle peck.

Then I pulled back only far enough so we could comfortably look at each other without going cross-eyed. She took a moment, but unexpectedly, and for the first time, she smiled, then tilted her head back, eyes lidded, lips parted, revealing an impatiently-waiting tongue, a tacit request for a repeat, a more lingering repeat. And another. Mmm mm, delicious delicious lips. Our eyes playfully challenged, as our kiss learned french, turned into a full-on smooch.

Neither of us gave any indication of wanting to stop so we were at it for a good minute or three, before finally coming up for air.

Me, "Yum!"

Angel, "Mmm, ditto."

I gestured down to my cock, "That feels awesome, btw."

"NP. *look down* This is a nice cock."

She took her hand off it for a sec, "I really like how, um, it's all, like, what was the word... oh, unadorned. Yeah, and his head is all up, and proud, and saying hello to the world. And to me."

"Shut up!! It was an honest effort. Lame, but honest. Earnest, yes that's the word. Earnest."

"Teasing. I don't mind you perving on my breasts. I love my breasts, too."

Her other hand slid up and gave each breast a squeeze. Seeing that made my cock lurch.

"Ooo, someone liked that!"

"Yeah, me. Feel free to repeat."

Her hand went to one breast and lingered, slowly, softly, teasingly, tracing its shape with her index finger. 'Round and 'round, and 'round, and... Hypnotising. Mmmm. Then 3 fingertips converged on the nipple pinching lightly, even pulling on it, stretching it out, a couple of times. I could feel her eyes on me, but I couldn't/didn't want to look away from her tantalising fingers, as they tantalised her tantalising breasts. Tantalising breasts and tantalising fingers, tantalising each other, tantalisingly. [Ed. Too much...?]

My eyes wanted to roll back in my head from the endorphin rush, but I resisted the impulse, wanting to see, memorise every nanosecond of video. I was definitely fully erect at that point.

Angel, "Huh, you really do like my boobs, eh? This is a very stiff stiffy!"

Finally I could look up into her eyes, "That is an - unbelievably - arousing sight. I am only human, you know."

"I feel, I don't know, a sense of gratitude, somehow."

And with that Angel leaned over and inhaled several inches of me. That time I did allow my eyes to roll back. Ecstasy. Soft and warm and so wet, she started bobbing deeper and deeper, getting my cock wet and excited.

Holy, this alluring, spirited and self-assured person made me want to throw her down and utterly, ravish her, but I forced myself to relax, sit back and enjoy.

She didn't try to go too deep, but she paused a couple of times with the head right at the beginning of her throat, as if maybe thinking about going further. I didn't want to gag her, so I held back from thrusting my hips up, which is what I really badly wanted to do. Torture!

Unfortunately, the way she also regularly stopped bobbing to hold only the very head of my cock with her lips, lavishing the crown - and that so-sensitive little sliver of skin underneath - with her soft wet tongue, got me too close to coming, too soon.

"Angel, I'm so sorry but I don't want to come yet. I need to stop for a sec."

"It's cool."

She sat back and continued to stroke my cock, lightly, with a mischievous smile. So hot.

I decided to go for broke, leaning over I took her closest nipple between my lips, right through her bodysuit. Lightly flicking it with my tongue then taking the whole breast in my mouth and sucking. Angel arched her back in response, pushing her sweet little cone firmly into my mouth.

"Mmmm..."

I went for her other breast with my hand, trying to emulate what she had been doing to herself, slowly, softly tracing my finger around and around and around. Before inevitably giving in to the desire to pinch, and prod and scritch at the very tippy tip of her nipple.

Angel's whole body shook suddenly, and she groaned lustily, causing my cock to buck again. With that she rather hastily stood, and, fumbling between her legs for a sec, pulled on a hidden zipper. With a quick zip, zip, and zip, the whole crotch of her bodysuit flapped out of the way, laying bare her nethers. Out popped two delightful acorns, and a quickly-hardening, bouncy little cocklette.

It was the type of small, super smooth-looking cock, cocklette, clitty, whatever you call it, that I'd only ever seen in porn videos with twinks. But I'd always craved the opportunity to get up close and personal with one. Couldn't have been even 4 inches. But so full of life, vitality, surging, bouncing about. And so, so smooth. Mmmmm.

With a faux-smirk, Angel bent over, reaching for an ankle, producing a small bottle of lube, seemingly magically.

All without either of us saying a word, she hopped up, straddled me, lubed both of us up (or down, whatever), grabbed my cock, and quick as you like, my cock was welcomed into a tight, slippery oven of soft heat. Eyes rolled back yet again.

"Oh shit hold on! You know I... well, not to give away all my secrets, but I've taken a lot of cock. I thought I'd be ok. But I need a sec."

"Yeah, the head is really bulbous. Sorry"

"No no. I'll be good in a sec."

Her eyes had gone wide with surprise when my cock first popped in. She stayed, raised above me for a few seconds, huffing and puffing a bit. Eventually her eyes calmed. Ready, she slowly sank down onto me, with an excited smile! Holy she was tight - gave my cock quite the massage as she took more and more until her full weight was on me.

Our lips came together in a more urgent kiss, and my hands were drawn right back to her breasts.

Angel pulled away from our kiss with a bit of a smirk, then straightened up and thrust her chest forward, offering it to my mouth. Aye-aye-aye! For the first minute or so I frantically went back and forth between them lavishing them with love. Didn't care that I was giving her wet spots on her bodysuit!

She looked down at me with an indulgent smirk as I unabashedly perved-out on her breasts. I would have gone on 'til I'd died of, you know, actual, hunger, but she had other ideas.

After graciously allowing me to utterly shamelessly fetishise her chest, finally she pushed me back against the couch. She got up on her haunches and, once in position, started to bounce on my cock. After a couple of minutes she was energetically smacking down on my pelvis as hard as gravity allowed.

I reached in and stroked her clitty as she bucked and thrashed on top of me. She seemed to be getting close; her movements became sporadic. She grabbed her clitty from me and stroked super fast.

Finally, with a squeal she slammed down hard, taking my cock, deep as possible, and orgasm took her, eyes open wide in an almost surprised expression - mouth agape. But not much sound - seemed to be having difficulty breathing. Her body jerked and her clitty flailed with each spurt, making a mess of both of us.

As her orgasm crested she sank forward until we were chest-to-chest - my cock still deep inside her. I have no idea how I didn't come - feeling my partner come usually does it for me, sets me off.

Once she could breathe, she gave me a soft languid kiss. Yum. My arms wrapped around her, I suddenly squeezed harder and gave her a couple of mini-thrusts with my cock. She squealed and slapped at my chest, probably playfully.

"Mmmm thank you, that was a really fucking good orgasm."

"Feel as if I didn't do very much..."

"Oh you did good. You have a really nice cock. And, I don't know, the way you were perving-out on my breasts was doing it for me. That's what got me so horny - truth."

"Huh, good to know. So, the awkward schtick works..."

That time the punch was definitely not friendly.

"Ouch-uh!"

"Sorry. Not. *pause* You're clearly a breast man, then." That dry snark again.

Trying not to sound nervous, "I'm definitely a 'your-breasts' man!"

"Not a bad comeback actually, *pause* and, filed for future reference."

"Then again, I'm not sure there's a part of you that I wouldn't lavish copious, um, attention upon, given the opportunity."

"Also filed."

We stayed like that for a minute or so, recuperating from our exertions, living the afterglow. I twisted us on the couch, counterclockwise, so it was easier for Angel to watch the action on-stage.

"Gawd, yer' jes sooo considerate, ain't'cha?!"

"Why in the world wouldn't I?"

She eyed me for a sec. Then, "Huh, that's actually..."

Marion and Cobita and Alessia were, unbelievably still going strong. Marion and Alessia were spit-roasting some lucky stiff, Cobita also the, uh, beast of burden in a flame-lickin' spit-roast.

The DJ had finally moved away from straight-up house music - and was playing some hardcore classic fusion. Who'd a thunk it: perfect orgy music!

Angel, with a sudden burst of energy, "Hey do you feel up to joining them?" She nodded toward centre-stage.

"Uh, yeah... Except that it means we have to move and I'm utterly, *hip-wiggle* utterly, content with you here in my lap, in my arms, my cock inside you."

"Ok now your nose is turning brown."

"Nope. Not a line." Gave her a squeeze. "This here present is a present. (apologies, Mr. Eliot) However, my arm is twistable. If you want, let's go."

Neither of us moved for several seconds. We looked at each other, both deadpan, wondering who was going to crack.

Angel, breaking the silence, "Mmmm, you are right though. This does feel pretty amazing. I think I could also get used to being in your arms. And, having your cock in me."

"Y'all be sure to let me know when you've decided!"

I took the initiative, not sure if she was ticklish, but I tried - armpits. She flinched, giggling, pushing my hands away, and springing up off me at the same time. Worked.

We both stood and attended to our respective wardrobes, until:

"Um, Andy, can you help me for a sec?"

I turned to her, "Sure, what's up?"

She stood right in front of me, looking down at her crotch.

"This suit is tight enough that I can tuck without needing anything else on underneath. But I need 3 hands to do it. See how the zipper is designed? I need you to stand here, yeah here, and with this hand, reach 'round front here, and tuck me. Then I can zip up."

She had me standing behind her, at, like, her 4 o'clock. I slinked my hand 'round front, to her crotch. I couldn't resist cradling her naughty bits for a moment, digitally reveling. She gave me the raised eyebrow of impatience. So I relented. Straightening my fingers, I tucked her down and back, holding firm right up between her legs.

She in turn got the first two sections zipped up leaving the third, where my hand still was. She put a hand on top of mine, taking over the tuck, allowing me to snake my hand out the side. The final zip, and she was done.

Both of us as presentable as we were going to get, I grabbed her up into a full body hug, complete with an emotional smooch.

"Not to kill the buzz, but I am very happy to have met you tonight. You, Angel, are a wonderful humanoid."

"Hey, me too. And, er, well you're a pretty cool humanoid yourself! *pause* Huh, I don't think I've ever called anyone that..."

We held hands, smiling as we crossed the stage to the centre of the action.

Cobita was rather engaged, as was Marion, but Alessia was in between assignations, so I took Angel straight over.

After giving Alessia a warm hug and kiss, "Y'all seem to be mighty well-occupied over here!! Alessia, I want you to meet Angel. Angel, Alessia."

Angel didn't waste a second, moving right into Alessia, who towered over her, kind of melting into her as they hugged. Alessia was immediately beaming, simply from the energy Angel gave off. Then Angel assertively pulled Alessia's head down and planted her lips firmly. Alessia's eyes went wide briefly before sharpening with lust and she grabbed Angel tight and took control of the kiss, making the point with a firm, active, tongue deep in Angel's mouth.

Don't know why (ha!) but I had the feeling the two of them would not be separating anytime soon, so I decided to check in with Cobita. Over I went, kneeling down to get our faces level. I kissed her cheek as she sucked on a nice hard cock.

"Hello my love. Getting enough cock?!"

She released the cock from her mouth, beaming mightily, "So much cock!! So fucking awesome! Sooooo many cocks, and clitties. My pussy is getting fucking ruined! *pause* Do I need to say how happy I am you brought us here?!"

We kissed a sloppy wet kiss - Cobita was clearly showing the signs of having made many many cocks come, in, on and around her. Not quite a bukkake, but come was everywhere.

"Well, carry on. Don't let me keep you."

I stood back up as she started bobbing again.

She seemed quite content, in her zone, and just then a lusty cheer surged up from the audience. As much as it could still be called an audience. More like a, well, a population. At any event, I turned around to learn the cause of the noise.

Wow, the two of them hadn't wasted any time. Angel was standing bent over at the waist, legs wide, ass pushed out, crotch already bared. Alessia had her by the hair and was giving it to her from behind, hard and nasty! They were angled, so most of the audience could see the actual penetration. Assisted by Angel, a hand on each cheek, pulling her ass open and available to hungry eyes and hungry intruders.

Most of the crowd remembered Angel, she's got celeb-status for her legendary performances, hence the cheering, but perhaps some were surprised to see her getting topped. Not to mention some might be surprised by what was revealed between her legs! There are always surprises at the Anything Goes Cabaret!

Hoping no one would mind, I decided to indulge what had quickly become a burning need for me: to get up close to Angel's naughty bits.

I didn't want to invade Alessia's space, and because of the way Angel was arching her bum up and back, her clitty and balls were tucked right underneath. To reach them, I had to sit on the stage - copying what Cobita did earlier with Marion - on the floor facing away from Angel and lean back ducking between her legs to get to her treasures.

It was so worth the effort. Her clit wasn't fully erect so I took the opportunity to slurp her whole package into my mouth, half-hard clitty, and sweet little acorns, all! Mmmm mm, my tongue couldn't sit still. Poor thing didn't know what to do with so many delicious things to play with, to swirl around, to poke and prod and caress. A very happy tongue.

In a minute-ish her clit was hard again and I couldn't keep it and her sweet little balls in my mouth at the same time. Dommage...!

At first I kept her balls in my mouth. They were nestled in tight to her crotch, so I had to suck them really hard to pry them away. Fun as well as crazy-hot. With a free hand I stroked her clitty, making her jerk every few seconds.

"Ohhhh Alessia, your cock is so amazing. And Andy! Sweet Andy, I'm so close. I'm going to... Please..."

I relinquished her balls and bent my head right back, taking her delightful, diminutive clit all the way to the base. Not a moment too soon, she bucked her pelvis up into my face - luckily we were already connected and I was able to absorb most of the g-force, or she might have taken out a tooth - and spurted shots of come into my waiting mouth.

I'm not always one for the taste of come, but I was so enamoured of Angel, that I intended to savour everything of her I could. I wanted it all!

As Angel's orgasm seemed to crest, Alessia stopped pumping, and held her cock, thrust to the hilt. She pulled Angel back, tight against her. Angel was in ecstasy, soooo much pleasure. Her arms went up behind, trying to reach Alessia but elbows don't bend that way. So she buried her face in Alessia's neck, puckering her lips and holding them there.

I had relinquished Angel's clit. It was harder than I thought getting out from under her. I had to crab my way out! It was actually strenuous being bent backwards like that so long. I ended up simply lying down on my side - right there on stage, back to the audience and all! - utterly absorbed in watching the 2 A's ravish each other. Now that's what you call 'hitting it off.'

I guess Cobita caught sight too. Whatever the reason, she came up for air and went over to them. Standing quite close, right in front of Angel. Doing a pretty good faux-intimidating face.

"Gotta thing for my girl...?!"

Angel hadn't moved on Cobita's approach, but she had watched her, attentively, eyes lidded in her post-coital glow.

"Well, first off, she is - def' - no girl, second...

Without letting her finish, Cobita closed the gap, effectively squishing Angel between her and Alessia.

Marion, also by now paying attention, grabbed her mic, "Calice, 'as anyone, like, H-hever, seen such a fucking sexy, beautiful sight?! Look at these 3 little shits. Vraiment fou!!"

The crowd didn't so much cheer as sort of sigh and groan. There was still plenty of sex going on, on the dance floor/mosh pit, as well as on several tables. The poor servers and bussers had been kept super-busy, rescuing glasses and bottles and bowls!

Cobita, kissing Alessia, "Hey gorgeous. So, who is this? Damn fine. You're into her, huh?!"

Alessia, kissing her back, "Hey Cobes. She's a friend of Andy's. Ya, I think I'm getting a thing for her. Whatcha think?"

"Absolutely. Mmm, just look at her. But you better share!"

"Duh!"

Alessia was mostly keeping her cock buried deep inside Angel, but every few seconds she'd give her pelvis a little flick, causing Angel to jerk and twitch. You could see how into Angel Alessia was getting.

Alessia, thinking out loud, "I wonder if she ever, like, fucks. I would so love to have her clitty in my pussy! Mmmm mm, just the thought of it."

Angel, "Ok fer fuck's sake, I'm right here!"

Cobita, squeezing her tighter, "Mmmm I know, you're right heeeere!" She hugged Alessia to her, making an Angel sandwich.

Angel, "Hi, I'm Angel. Nice to meet you, um...?"

"Cobita. Nice to meet you too. My girlfriend wants you to fuck her. Do you, like, ever...?"

"Wow you don't waste any time. *eyebrow-raise* And no, I don't do that very often. *pause* But are you crazy!? Of course I want to fuck Alessia! With your permission obvi."

"Obvi!"

Alessia, "Permission!?! What the actual... *smirk* 1953 much?"

Angel, "Random... But, ah, not right now, eh? I kind of need a break."

Cobita, "Yeah yeah, 'course. But we should totally all hook up. Hey maybe at Andy's?!" She looked over to me. "Ha! Not to invite ourselves over or anything..."

Me, attempting sarcasm, "Yeah, you know, that's definitely a thing now: saying you're not going to do something, while in the very act of doing that same thing."

Angel extricated herself from the sandwich, came over, lay down and spooned herself into me. To take a minute out, watch the craziness onstage with me. It was the ultimate front-row seat. Mmmm she felt delicious all curled into me. As she settled she took my cock between her legs so it was smushed up against her clitty and balls. She rubbed them together.

I couldn't resist, like always, "So, have, ah, things, unfolded in the correct order, so far?"

Thinking for a second, "Yeah pretty much. Smartass."

I kissed her cheek in answer.

Then, it happened. Always happens, apparently, eventually, on nights like this.

Alessia suddenly came alive. As she was unharnessing her cock,

"Damn I'm horny. I need to get fucked. I've fucked so much pussy tonight. And when I fuck a lot I eventually need cock! I need cock. Who's up for it? Oo, oo wait...! Friends, Romans - dot dot dot - I need your cocks! Please?!"

Marion, "Shakespeare forgives you... But you 'eard 'er people."

There were many, obvi. Alessia wanted to be on her back for a bit. She happily lay down and pulled her legs back, inviting her first cock-wielder.

Ah, it was the Tom-of-Finland guy from the Breakfast At Tiffany's skit. He had a nice looking cock reaching out from the fly of his inhumanly-tight short-shorts. Mmm, not the biggest cock she'd ever had - but still nice. Oh, she was so ready to be filled with hot meat!

No sooner was her pussy filled, a couple more horny buggers (or is that buggerers?) stepped forward offering her their cocks, for to suck.

She quickly got into an entirely new zone. Taking now, instead of giving. Taking cock. Every cock.

At one point, after who knows how long, she was being pounded by a statuesque black bear. A rainforest-tree-trunk of a man. Fabulously masculine, laidback vibe. Well, other than, well you know, givin' 'er pretty hard, well on his way to orgasm. His was the biggest cock Alessia had had so far - actually the biggest cock she'd ever had, period. And she was grooving on getting reamed by her amazing bear-man. She looked up at him, clawing at his hairy hairy chest.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuuuuuuck me. Fuck what a cock. Your cock is so fucking huge. But I'm taking it! I am totally taking it. Fuuuck. I love it. Take me!"

Cobita eagerly watched as her girlfriend became the new focus of sexual activity. But she was soon also, ah, invited back into the fray. Her pretty-much constant horniness was ramped up a notch, observing Alessia doin' her thang so she didn't need convincing. Mmmm mmm, they never failed to excite each other. She lay down beside her gf so they could see each other and occasionally hold an affectionate, or frantic, hand.

Cobita had taken many, many cocks by that point in the evening. But she wasn't done. Far from it. In fact, most of the evening, no matter how many people she had gathered around her, how many protuberances were penetrating her holes, she had kept a frequent half-eye on Marion.

She had decided pretty early on that she wanted to at least try taking Marion, but knew she needed to work up to it. Lying there with Alessia beside her, she realised she was finally ready!

She got back up on her feet and turned to Marion grabbing her boldly into a full-body hug.

"Mmm, 'allo ma chérie-ette."

"Salut Marion." Who said high-school french was useless?! "Êtes-vous prêts?!?!"

"For...?" Pffft, as if she didn't know!

"Please?" Cobita sounded hopeful as she gently, or not so gently, encouraged Marion to lie down on the stage, grinning widely to the room as Marion got settled. She swung a leg over to straddle her. Angel quickly reached over to offer Cobita her magic-ankle-lube, which Cobita happily and lustily applied to Marion's cock.

When it was good and slick, she held it upright, lined herself up and slowly lowered, letting the cock touch her rosebud, then stopped. Her hole had been very well used by this point so she wasn't all that worried, but still, she was wary as she let gravity pull Marion's huuuuuuge cock inside.

After about a second and a half, her face became an absolute picture of relief: No pain! Quickly followed by pure, re-energised, unadulterated, lust. Ah, such a cheeky grin! Still slowly, but no longer apprehensively, she slid down further, taking about half of it.

C, "Hoooooly fucking shit, that is The Biggest Thing - ever - in my pussy! Ho-holyyyy! So deep. I didn't know I'm... my, you know, is so deep. Oh Marion!"

She ended in an exaggerated, breathy, girly voice, "Please fuck me, Mistress."

Cobita leaned down, snuggling into Marion as she slid down deeper onto her cock, taking a moment to get used to the new - insane! - stretch.

Marion, "Ahhh ma petite, t'es vraiment... si chere. Si, si sexy! Mmmmm mmm, come here and kiss me."

Marion couldn't help but gather Cobita in, hugging her tight, delighting in the affectionate way Cobita had snuggled in to her. Most of her lovers are too intimidated to be so demonstrative. Wonder why...?!

But after a languid minute, Marion was ready to get down to it. She loosened her hug and slid her hands down to maul Cobita's awesomely toned butt. Giving it a good going over notched up her horniness even higher, patting/spanking both cheeks, squeezing them tight, just to revel in that resistance - that tautness. Mmm. Then pulling one cheek wide, allowing her to sneak two fingers in to trace around C's rosebud as it gripped her cock, as if for dear life.

M, "Cobita, are you good? You can be 'h-honest. I know it's a lot, the first time. Don't try to be a h-hero."

C, "Mmmm yeah, I'm good. I definitely needed all the, ah, warming up. Ha ha. But I'm good."

M, "Bon. Ok, 'ere we go. Et, bon, to answer your original question: oui j'suis bien-prêt!"

And with that Marion pulled Cobita up by the cheeks, off her cock, all glistening it was, as it was revealed, shiny, cocked and loaded. Cobita's eyes bugged out and her mouth went wide.

"Fuuuuuuck... It never stops blowing me away how many fucking nerve endings or whatever, are down there in my pussy. All firing at the same time. Un-fucking-believably intense. Yes Mistress Marion, I am ready! Please fuck me. Fuck me hard. Hey let's do doggy. K?"

"Oui ma chere! Oui."

Cobita pulled herself free and leapt up, then helped Marion up too. Cobita had an idea. She grabbed Marion's hand and drew her over to the couch, jumping onto it on her knees and unabashedly presenting her delightful and alluring derriere to Marion. And her sloppy, gaping pussy.

Marion, avec full-on evil grin, barely slowed down - without breaking her stride - aimed perfectly - slid her cock neatly right back inside her newest conquest, discovery, with a deep, deep satisfaction - it was all over her face. She was practically drooling with desire, lust, for this adorable, creature, Cobita.

Cobita grabbed the couch-back for support, allowing her to thrust her ass backward, accepting more and more of the biggest cock she'd ever had inside her. She knew she would likely be walking differently after this, but she didn't care. She was all the way down for Marion and her wonder-cock.

M, "You know, when I first saw you, earlier, over there by the entrance, I was thinking we probably wouldn't get to this, ah, point tonight. You were so, so, innocent. You're so full of surprises, ma petite."

C, "Ohhhhh! Well I'm so full of you right now. Fuck your cock is huge. Fuck I... ohhhhhhhhhh."

M, "That's it. There you go. You're getting into the zone. I can feel it. Do you feel it, amour?!"

C, "Yes yeeeeeess, my ass, my pussy, she is, like, accepting you. Like, total surrender. Totally relaxed! Wow. That, is, in-sane... Fuuuuuck meeeee."

Eventually Marion was able to bottom out. Took a couple of minutes, Cobita's insides had to learn a totally new reality. But they did, she did, whatever.

C, "Holy Shit!! I can't believe I'm taking all of you. That is too... I have your whole cock in my pussy."

M, "Oui mon amour, you do. You are truly a special one. But, darling, we haven't started to fuck yet!" Going for faux-ominous.

She immediately pulled all the way out to the head of her cock, pushing firmly back in, right to the root. Cobita's head rolled as the sensations in her pussy and belly overwhelmed her brain. And it didn't relent, as Marion began a slow but firm thrusting, bottoming out every time with a pleasing thump.

Angel, "Look at that. Cobita actually took it all - first try. Shit, I couldn't handle it, first time I tried. Damn!"

Me, "That is unbelievably fucking sexy."

Angel, "Right?!"

Angel writhed about a bit, repositioning us so she could slip my mostly-hard cock back into her sweet pussy. It popped in easily and was on its way back to full hardness. It throbbed its way deep, 'til our pelvises met. Mmmm.

Marion was getting more confident that Cobita was truly able to take her cock, so, was taking the brakes off more and more. She was almost to the wailing point, her pelvic bone and upper thighs were meeting Cobita's glorious cheeks with an increasingly vigourous thwack, every time. Every thrust. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Mmmm.

Damn, Marion thought, she was getting close to coming but she wanted this to last forever. She was gushing with lust and yes, love, for sweet Cobita. So open and trusting and alive and fucking sexy and sweet and horny as hell. And she evidently loved Marion's cock. Definitely a keeper!

She slowed her thrusting, to delay her orgasm, and shamelessly grabbed C by the 'fro, pulling her whole body up, head back against M's shoulder. Then she twisted C's head so they could kiss. A fiery kiss, they were both so worked up, grooving on each other's, uh, cosmic amazingness, and the nascent lover's bond between them.

Coming up for air after a looooooong smooch, Cobita, looked out, threw her arms out to the world and yelled: "I Love This Cock!!!" at the top of her voice.

Alessia was in between cocks, and was drawn over to the sight of her Cobita being ravaged. Watching them go at it was unbelievably arousing. They were so into each other.

Alessia noticed Cobita stroking her hard clit. She decided to go over and assist - she didn't think either would think it an intrusion - or hoped.

She scootched herself onto the couch directly in front of Cobita. She was totally spread-eagled, but able to hunch down and take C's cock in her mouth. Yum. All hard and eager.

She would never get tired of this lovely cock. Still hyped just from the energy of the whole night, she was up for taking C's cock in her throat. She got it nice and wet, then took it right to the opening of her throat and held it there for a sec. Exhaling, then inhaling deeply, she pushed her head down and C's cock pushed its way into her throat.

Fuuuuck, she loved the feeling of holding a cock in her throat. Only possible when she was super up for it!

At first she only took an inch or so. But she was able to hold long enough to slide all the way down to that dainty little tuft of pubic hair that she loved playing with. Held it. And held it. Finally she pulled up, with a satisfied, proud grin!

Rather than voice her raptures, she opted to continue her blowjob. Marion's thrusts pushed C's cock deeper into Alessia's mouth and throat, so it was easy for A to get into sync.

Cobita didn't know which way was up, she was feeling such intense pleasure. She could feel it building, she was getting there. Marion's cock was stroking her prostate just so on every pass, causing that deep, deep ache in her belly. A primal need. Not to mention the insane pleasure of her boiclitty in Alessia's throat! She was well on her way. Breathing became ragged.

And still Marion reamed her. She was officially wailing on Cobita at this point. Not holding back at all. A huge, beatific smile lighting up her face, as she looked into the eyes of the horny voyeur-freaks close to her, holding each person's gaze for a moment; and then, possessively, regally, triumphantly, she surveyed the whole room - Her Domain!

She was thrusting so hard she had to hold on for dear life to Cobita's hips, using her as a counterweight. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! She had got to that full-on sex zone, where she can control when she comes. If she gets too close, just back off for a couple of thrusts, then, good to keep going!

Marion wanted this to be special for all of them. Her heart was gushing, intensifying even more the ultra-horniness from this whole scene - the whole night, honestly. These two delightful protégés inspired her to new heights. Actual - no-holds-barred - ultra-thrusting - both-parties-will-be-bruised/sore the day after - kind of fucking.

Then it hit Cobita. Possibly the strongest orgasm she'd ever had. She screamed a blood-curdling scream, and her body went rigid. Alessia had pulled back so only the head was in her mouth, stroking with a hand while her tongue swirled around the head. Cobita jerked deeper every few seconds, but Alessia could still take it - she wanted all of Cobita's come.

Cobita's orgasm lasted a long time. At first there were a couple of peaks - but it seemed to turn into one long peak. She had kind of a surprised look on her face. She had had so many orgasms - she didn't have much come left - but still it blew her away how intense the feelings were, in her boipussy, in her very belly, not to mention her clitty.

Poor Cobita seemed as if she might be done for the night. As her orgasm ebbed, she kind of crumpled, falling sideways on the couch, reluctantly relinquishing Marion's cock as she fell.

But Marion was still stoked, definitely not finished. As Cobita fell off to the side, that left Marion and Alessia facing each other. No words were necessary, they both knew this was their moment, together. Finally! They held each other's eyes for a laden moment. Suddenly they're lip-locked, almost panicked! Alessia tore herself away, spun herself around and boldly stuck out her tush, inviting Marion.

For her part, don't we all have our unspoken agendas?! Marion, too, had been speculating on when/if she would get to play with Alessia - at some point that night. And Alessia, we already knew she had been eyeing Marion's cock, downright covetously, all night - similar to Cobita. Now was finally her moment! Their moment.

Marion took in the æsthetic virtuosity of Alessia's butt, then leaned in for a wide-tongued slather, from clit hood to rosebud. Alessia groaned and widened her stance even more, legs spayed wide, back arched, pussy and ass on offer... Fuck, Alessia was soooooo ready for this! Marion managed a couple more sloppy tongue-ings, but she was revved up and needed more. She straightened up, and with a most pleasing pop, she was in.

Alessia, after an initial squeal, mostly of surprise, "Holy fucking shit, Marion!"

M, "Doucement, amour. Take a moment."

A, "Fuck me that's big! Seriously, it's a good thing I already fucked Mr. Tree-trunk-man. It doesn't hurt at all! Fucking unreal. Cobita, check this out!"

Cobita had revived enough that she had lain back into the corner of the couch, avidly watching her gf take the biggest cock in the fucking world. (Well, at least, their world.) A quick flashback to taking that cock herself. Mmmm. She was slowly stroking her clitty and with the other hand playing with what was left of her boicunt. Surprisingly she was still arouse-able. Not that she had the energy to move yet.

They exchanged a look of love and lust and understanding. Then Marion slowly pulled out, causing Alessia's eyes to roll back and her mouth to fall open.

Alessia, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh that is unbelievable! Slow. Slow, please. For a minute."

C, "Fuuuuck Lessi, that is crazy-hot. Look at you, taking all of Marion's beautiful cock."

Alessia, "Holy. I'm getting there. Give me a sec."

Marion slowly toyed with Alessia's lips, with the bulbous head pulling up against her opening from inside, gauging Alessia's reactions and readiness. She wasn't a torturer. She knew she had to make allowances. But she loved fucking too much - she did whatever it took to make it work - to make sure her partners enjoyed it. Plus, it kept them coming back for more.

"Ok, go for it. Fuck me. I'm good."

"Alessia, ma petite croute! Such a pretty pretty darling, aren't you? I am so 'appy we have met, and, well, and that all these wonderful t'ings 'ave 'appened tonight. From the moment I first saw you, I h-hoped we would have the chance to play. And 'ere we are, h-at last."

Her face lit up, and she sang, "Aaaat lllaaaast, my love 'as come along... Sorry couldn't keep it in. Calice, t'es vraiment... mmm mm you are so beautiful and sweet and sexy sexy sexy..."

Marion reached around with one hand to caress a breast, as she began a slow-ish but steady firm thrusting, bottoming out each time.

"Oh Marion. I think I've fallen in love with you, tonight. You are such a, such a, like, huge, beautiful, humungous human being - everything about you is like, big and overwhelming and amazing. Aaaaaaand, obvi, your cock. Your cock..."

She lost the ability to speak and could only focus on the intense craziness of Marion's cock filling her pussy to the max, over and over again, with Matrix-ian inevitability.

"Yes, my cock, amour. I'm impressed - and soooo 'appy - that you can take me. And not 'ave to work to enjoy it."

"Well, I'll tell ya' tomorrow, k?!" With a wry grin.

"*chuckle* D'accord!"

Marion was revved up, from the level of craziness all night, but also, she had gotten pretty close to coming a couple of times with Cobita, so she could pretty much decide when she wanted to come. Well, she was ready.

She grabbed A's hips tight and redoubled her efforts, going full-on, maximum torque. They bounced off each other with each whack, using the raw g-force to maximise the counter-swing. Alessia had already come twice, and her hand was working her clit, ramping up to number three.

Marion came with an almighty thrust and held Alessia tightly to her, giving forth a crazy roar. Such a release of energy that had been building up all night long - was finally set free and her head exploded. As did her cock, deep inside Alessia. Well, technically her balls exploded, her cock was the delivery vector.

Alessia's hand was a blur on her clit for another few seconds but then she too let loose again into crazy-orgasm-land.

What a sight the two of them made, writhing and gasping for breath, still joined at their pelvises.

Marion wanted to hold Alessia, so pulled out and got her to swivel 'round. She was soon back inside that unbelievable warm wetness. Mmmm. She leaned down, pressing their breasts together, and initiated a kiss. A sweet, gentle languid, post-sex kiss. A glowing kiss, full of spent passion, burgeoning love, still lust too.

Marion spent a lot of her time topping people, for mostly obvious reasons. So this was unusual for her, to feel such tenderness and lovey-dovey-ness, as she most definitely did, for both of her two new lovers-from-away.

She gestured for Cobita to join and they were soon an endearing triangular mass of beautiful brown humanity. Alessia lightest, Cobita a bit darker, and Marion a rich dark mahogany. It's a bit crude maybe, but simply every inch of all three of them, their bodies, their beautiful, beautiful skin, made you want to touch, to taste, to wallow, to devour, but also to, well, celebrate, revel.

"Mes chéries, I would very much like to bring the two of you 'ome to my bed tonight. Will you come?"

In stereo, "Yes!"

"Andy, you are of course welcome to join too. I wouldn't presume to steal your dates."

"No worries. I think I might have a, a Plan B..." I turned to Angel, "Do I have a Plan B? *pause*... uh, not the pill..."

Angel, with a laugh, "Presumptuous! *eye-roll* Yes you have a Plan B. Your place?"

Marion, "Or both of you come to mine. Oh, do come. It'll be the perfect conclusion to the night. Or perhaps, quelque chose d' autre...!"

Me, after a quick glance at, and a tacit agreement was negotiated with, Angel, "Done!"

With that, this once-in-a-lifetime edition of the Anything Goes Cabaret, wound down, destined to be exhibited forever in the record books. Are there record books for such things? There should be.

fin

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I'd love to hear ideas of where Coby should go next.