Carter fucks Abbie (spoons)

"Ben, you're a fucking idiot."

Carter was more than a little drunk at this point, and had grown belligerent and irritated with Ben. He never wanted Ben to text the others, in fact, he kind of wished Ben wasn't part of the night at all -- even before they met Abbie. But now was not the time to get into things with Ben. Now was the time to step up and make a statement.

"And I ..." Carter went on, grandly, sweeping around the couch. "... am not." He rather aggressively grabbed Abbie, one hand under her legs, the other behind her back, and scooped her up in his arms.

"Whoa!" Abbie shrieked, utterly surprised by Carter's actions. She didn't feel unsafe, though, so her shriek quickly evolved into laughter. She kicked her feet around as Carter held her. "What are you going to do with me now?" she asked, slinging her arm around Carter's neck, turning what had been a rather humorless invasion into something far more playful.

Carter didn't expect a question, and didn't know how to answer it. "Uh ..." he said blankly.

"I assumed you had a plan," Abbie said, still teasing him. "I mean, I hope you have a plan." Her voice got soft and seductive.

Carter took a deep breath and gathered himself. He didn't have a plan, but he knew he needed to come up with one. He turned his head, and catching sight of the bed, he figured that step one of the non-plan would at least be to bring Abbie over there. The other guys stepped back and out of his way, not so much out of any respect or effort to make things easier on Carter, but more to avoid getting hit or kicked.

"Whee!" Abbie laughed as Carter tossed her down on the mattress. "My goodness, just throw me around like a rag doll, why don't you?" she said, still enjoying things.

"You said that one of us could fuck you, right?"

Abbie nodded. "Mm-hm."

Carter climbed up on the bed behind her. He put his hands on her body, manipulating her a bit and pushing her down onto her side. He lifted her top leg into the air, shifted his own body to line up with hers, and with a grunt, pushed his dick into her pussy.

"Holy shit!" Abbie yelled. "You're all impulse and zero intimacy, huh?"

Carter shook his head as he focused on pumping into Abbie. "Well, one of us ... is me."

Carter's **** flung Abbie forward, and she caught herself on the bed with her hands, holding her body in place as best she could as Carter roughly slammed into her. Recovering, she lifted herself up, turned her head, and looked back at him. He lay behind her, more or less spooning her.

"Hey, baby," she said, breathing and bouncing in his rhythm. "I like it hard like this, but -- don't rush. I'm not going anywhere." She relaxed her body and settled into the physical nature of Carter's so-called plan. As she turned back to face the room, her face lit up with a grin as she saw the six other men all lined up and facing her.

Abbie giggled at the reality of what she saw ahead of her. Six men, various states of undress, each of them sporting a significant erection. She felt her body pulsing back and forth (thanks to Carter, behind her, doing his best impression of a pneumatic drill), and could only imagine the view the men ahead of her had -- naked girl, attractive girl, hair flopping around, boobs flopping around, mouth agape, breathing heavily, and staring back at all of them. However, to her credit, she knew she was the reason for their erections, and the least she could do was try to keep them all interested.

"Look at all these pretty little soldiers, all lined up in a row." Abbie smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear. "And it looks like you've all brought me quite a nice little treat." As she eyed the line ahead of her, from left to right it was Ben, Henry, Cory, Tuk, Diego, and Khalid. She noted that they weren't looking at each other, and seeing their eyes fixated on her was a little eerie -- pleasantly so, but eerie nonetheless.

She wondered what they liked looking at the most. Her face, her smile, her naked body bouncing on the bed ... of course, in return, she was gazing at the row of penises ahead of her. Seeing six in a row like that wasn't an everyday event for Abbie. She admired the variety in color, size, length, thickness. And she was delighted to find each of them to be majestic, appealing, and arousing.

"Are you all going to just stand there and gawk at me?" she teased. She delicately licked and bit her lip, and idly wiggled her fingers. None of that was intentionally a sign of anything in particular, though as the men inevitably came toward her, she realized what they must have thought she meant. Well, in a way, I suppose that is what I want, after all.

Ben reached her first, or at least, reached her mouth first. She looked up at him with wide eyes, and thrust out her tongue to caress his cock with it. He put one knee up on the corner of the bed to get closer to Abbie's face, and before long, was steadily fucking her mouth, his thick dick stretching her out in one direction as Carter hammered away at her from behind.

Khalid stood by the other side of the bed, and grabbed hold of Abbie's foot. She'd been holding her leg up while Carter fucked her, and as Khalid took hold of her ankle, Abbie slipped her mouth off Ben's cock and turned her head toward Khalid.

"Gosh, thank you," she said. Her tone was a perfect hybrid of mild sarcasm and just the right amount of sincerity -- because the truth was, she needed a little assistance, if keeping that leg up was important to Carter (and it was).

Khalid kissed Abbie's toes, then started gently sucking them, which sent glorious shivers throughout Abbie's body. For a second time, she abandoned blowing Ben.

"Oh my god, for absolute real, thank you for that ..." She sighed, and smiled. "That feels amazing," she added quietly, and kissed her way back along Ben's cock. She caught sight of Cory and Henry closing in on the front of the bed, and reached out with her hands to take hold of them, jerking them as evenly and effectively as she could, considering she had three other men distracting her at three different ends of her body.

"Is it okay if I do a little of this?" It was Tuk, who had taken hold of Abbie's other foot, and was rubbing it against his dick at other corner of the bed.

Abbie laughed and released Ben once more. "Yes, yes ... yes, it's ... fuck, yes." As Abbie tried to talk, Carter clutched her hips and pumped harder into her. _One, two, three ... four ... five ... and six. _Abbie counted the men attending to her at every angle, but one was missing. Diego, she thought.

As if on cue, standing over her head was Diego, all smiles, as he stroked his dick. "You're the center of attention," he said, somewhat grandly.

Abbie looked up at him, pulling her lips away from Ben briefly to reply. "I am."

"May I touch your face, your hair?" Diego asked. He was behaving very gentlemanly, though it was an act, and Abbie knew it was an act.

She giggled. "Of course." She thought about Carter, and wondered briefly if he had any say in what Diego did, but decided that he didn't, and happily returned her oral attention to Ben. Two feet, two hands, one mouth, one pussy, and now Diego enjoying her hair -- she couldn't fathom another way to attend to seven horny guys at once. And the fact that she was doing this -- and, she hoped, doing it well -- was an incredible turn-on.