Carter's fingers get more adventurous

Carter, meanwhile, was still aggressively fingering Abbie's pussy, and had begun breathing heavily as he did. She could feel his hot breath against her skin, damp with the moisture of everything from the evening.

"Use your other hand too ..."

Abbie's words echoed toward Carter, and as he glanced up to her, he saw her head, lifted, eyes on him, and a moment later, falling back onto the pillows behind her. Use my other hand too? he thought. She was focused on the others again, he realized, as he saw Cory pushing his dick toward Abbie's mouth. Use my other hand, he repeated in his mind. He put his left hand on Abbie's thigh, then on her ass, just rubbing her leg a bit as three fingers of his right hand stayed in her pussy.

She waved her legs a little, idly, no particular movement of position, just moving in general. Carter touched her body freely, but ... that's not what she meant, he said to himself. He swallowed, and stared eagerly at Abbie's body. From his particular vantage point, he not only had a great view and easy access to her pussy (which he was taking full advantage of), but also to her ass.

Use your other hand.

Still pumping his fingers into Abbie's wet and hot snatch, Carter slid his left hand around her ass, inch by inch, until his finger tips were right next to her asshole. He watched Abbie writhe her lower body as he fondled her, not in any effort to get away, but only to play a more active role in whatever Carter may have had in mind.

He slowly slipped his fingers out of her pussy, noting how wet and slick they were, and without missing.a beat, slid two fingers of his other hand back in, in their place. He didn't sense that Abbie noticed, or at least, she didn't demonstrate any reaction of having noticed. His right hand, practically dripping with Abbie's juices, moved down, and gently rested against her firm and tight asshole.

Carter tentatively touched a fingertip to her, unsure himself whether he was requesting permission or just initiating contact. Either way, he got no resistance from Abbie, and pushed a little harder. He felt the tight muscles of her ass give way slightly as he poked the end of his index finger against her. Slowly, he slid inside, just a little at a time.

He heard Abbie moan, though didn't know (and it didn't matter) whether it was in response to his fingers or to whatever she was doing on other end of the bed. Carter wasted no more time being cautious. This must be what she meant, use your other hand. With the fingers of his left hand working in her pussy and those of his right in her asshole, Carter finger-fucked both of Abbie's holes. Her body was lean, soft, her skin hot.

"More."

Abbie's voice floated through the air. Again, Carter neither knew nor cared whether her instruction was to him or someone else. Maybe it's to all of us, he mused. What more can I do? he asked himself. It wasn't that he thought he had reached the peak of involvement, only that he wasn't sure what next step to take.

He gazed at her pussy, her ass, his fingers, all in front of him, all working together in what he hoped was some degree of pleasure for Abbie. What more? he wondered again. He shrugged to himself (not that anyone was watching him), and leaned closer to her.

Now with two fingers in each of Abbie's holes, Carter drew closer, and began to lick her. First, he brought his tongue around her asshole, licking her, his own fingers, the hole, any part of her that was nearby. He licked, poked, kissed, bit -- once he started, it was a melange of everything he could think of.

He moved upward to her cunt next, licking around his own fingers, sucking on her labia, poking his tongue in and around her. He circled to the top, licking and poking at her clit, each lick getting more aggressive than the previous.

"Ohhh ... more ..." Abbie moaned again.

Carter went all in, with no particular rhythm or pattern in mind, just thrusting his fingers in and out of her, lapping at her skin with his tongue somewhat sloppily and without aim. A few seconds on her clit, then down the front of her pussy, across her taint, to her asshole, poke in there, lick around, go back, start again. In between tonguings, he'd breathe thin streams of cool air onto her, hoping that might add to some of the stimulation.

Abbie was so overwhelmed with three cocks over her head that she didn't have the attention to give Carter any specific instructions -- though she also didn't feel any need to. Everything he was doing was sending shivers up her spine. Her nipples had harened, her skin was taut, her fine hair on her arms standing on end. She felt tingly everywhere -- naturally, in her pussy and ass, as Carter toyed and teased; but also in her arms, her fingers, her neck, her ears. Every part of her was quivering.

The boys overhead were still taking turns feeding their cocks to her, and she gave them enough attention to keep them occupied. But she started to find herself putting more and more thought toward Carter and what he was delivering down below.

When he had first slid a finger into her asshole, Abbie held her breath. She enjoyed anal play, but didn't tend to bring it up as often as she might have wanted to. She was grateful, in the moment, that Carter simply took initiative. Now that he had two fingers in her (two in each hole, actually), she was starting to feel another surge inside her, and beyond any sense of logic or likelihood, believed it to be yet another orgasm.

Her mouth and tongue seemed disassociated with her to some extent, as she was able to keep licking and blowing Ben, Tuk, and Cory, but she dedicated the bulk of her thoughts to Carter. With each thrust of his fingers into her, she pushed back onto him a little, intensifying the contact and bringing the possibility of a climax closer.

As Carter began to lick her as well, Abbie rolled her hips around, squirming and wiggling. Her ass still felt sore from the spanking, but Carter's tongue on her obliterated any other thoughts.

Her eyes opened for a second, and she saw that it was Ben whose cock was in her mouth. It wasn't that she was oblivious to the men over her head, it was just that she hadn't bothered to pay enough attention to register who it was.

"Mm, that's so nice," she muttered as Ben pulled out and Cory leaned in for a turn.

Her hips kept shifting from side to side, and Carter's somewhat arbitrary but thorough actions on her lower half bumped up a gear. He was biting her a little more, his tongue a little stiffer.

Oh my god, if I come again ... Abbie thought ... or maybe it's when I come again ... she smiled to herself as she rephrased and edited her inner monologue.

As she giggled at herself (simultaneously switching from Cory to Tuk), Carter surprised her. He suddenly went into both holes with three fingers each, his tongue working aggressively on her clit, and Abbie felt her orgasm quickly rise up within her.

Her legs tensed, her toes curled, and she sucked more aggressively on Tuk's cock than she had intended. She lifted her hips up off the mattress an inch or so, and held still, as Carter pounded his hands (and tongue) into her.

Still sucking on Tuk, Abbie felt herself swallow as she bucked her lower body into Carter's hands and face. Her body shuddered with the climax, her breath staggering, her hands outstretched with splayed fingers.

She had lost count by this point, and tried to remember whether this was the fourth or fifth time she came since the party began. But without spending more than a split second on that thought. she abandoned it, instead simply reveling in the moment.

She could feel her own wetness in his crotch, and wondered if Carter could feel it too. She didn't squirt, but she knew that her pussy got very wet when she orgasmed. Carter didn't stop licking and fingering her, so if he had noticed, he wasn't doing anything to change his game plan.

The orgasm was shorter than the previous, but no less intense. Abbie felt herself shaking as she relaxed into the bed again. She was aware of her feet and toes, and grateful that she didn't have to stand up, knowing that she'd likely need to hold herself against a wall. She gripped legs near her head, but didn't know whose they were. The men near her face switched again, but she didn't register who replaced whom. She felt her ass rub against the duvet, felt Carter's fingers slow down and eventually slide out of her, repositioning on her inner thighs.

Carter kept licking and sucking on her for a while longer, and Abbie believed that he must have known that he'd made her come, he must have felt it, and knew that it was right to move on. Idly, Abbie let go of whoever she was clutching, and slid a hand down the front of her body. She reached toward her pussy, and soon found another hand reaching back for her.

Abbie lifted her head to see Carter, smiling, his hand out over her body and touching her own. They grinned at one another, Carter with a sly look like the cat who ate the canary ... though as Abbie imagined that metaphor, she preferred to think of Carter as some kind of raptor-like bird, and she was simply the kitten (the pussy) that he captured and devoured. The imagery was silly to her, but brought her some joy.

"Feel good?" Carter said.

Abbie took a deep breath. "Feels great."