Nicole decides who Abbie should fuck

Another minute or two went by. Abbie heard footsteps approaching her from the front, and between that and a change in the light, knew someone was near. She heard breathing, but no one spoke.

Then she felt the pressure of something against her pussy. She took a sharp breath and smiled. Is that a ... a finger? A penis? Oh my god, I need it, I need more ...

She didn't speak, but her increased breathing told the story. She was longing for whatever was in front of her. She licked her lips again, and pushed her hips forward a bit, hoping to make more contact.

The touch she felt became firmer and more pronounced. It's too big to be a finger. That's the tip of a cock against my pussy. She pushed her hips forward again, lifting her ass off the cushion of the chair. Doing so allowed the cock in front of her to gently penetrate her pussy.

She held herself up off the chair, the tip of the unseen cock staying still, about an inch inside her. She didn't want to settle back into the chair -- she wanted more of this cock in her pussy. She hovered for a moment, and her desires were met. Whoever it was pushed forward and slid deeper inside.

"Oohhhhh," moaned Abbie lightly. As she took this cock fully into her vagina, she fell back into the chair, and then slowly into a gentle thrusting rhythm. Slowly, gently, she fucked the man in front of her. He was giving some back as well, pushing into her without touching her anywhere else, without giving away who it was.

Could this be Jake? Abbie knew what Jake felt like, but she wasn't sure if this was that same feeling. Without seeing him, she wasn't convinced. Could it be Simon? Could Nicole have told Simon to fuck me like this? she wondered. What if it's Simon, what if it's that long, dark cock, sliding into me?

Abbie continued fucking when she felt hands on her neck and under her chin. The hands tilted her head back, and before she could wonder who it was, a mouth landed on hers, kissing her. She instantly returned the kiss, her tongue extending into the kisser's mouth.

That's Nicole, it's gotta be. No facial hair.

The mystery man in front of her fucked her more forcefully. She tried to sense, from feeling his abdomen against her, whether she could tell what kind of pubic hair he might have. But she realized she didn't have a picture in her mind of what either man's hair was like right now.

She slowed her thrusting, and so did the man. As she retracted, she felt his cock slide out of her. She was disappointed for a moment, not ready to be finished, but in a matter of seconds, she felt him re-enter her.

She thrust into him eagerly, her breath turning to mild moans.

Wait. As she fucked him, she considered, this doesn't feel quite the same. Did the men switch? She couldn't identify exactly what was different, but it was just ... different. The sensation inside her pussy was different, the contact his abdomen made against her skin was different. The scent of his breath and body was different.

Abbie upped her tempo, fucking him harder and faster, and he responded in kind. Suddenly, he pushed deep inside her and held. He's trying not to come, she thought. Oh, wow, what would this be to have someone I can't see come inside me ...

He didn't however. He got through the moment, didn't climax, and returned to thrusting. He give six or eight more pumps, and then quickly slid out and backed away from her.

They're going to switch again, she thought. And she was right. The first man was back. He held his cock in his hand and rubbed the tip against her pussy. Jake likes to do that, she considered. Maybe this is Jake again?

Whoever it was plunged into her, then out, then back in. He fucked her a few times, and pulled out again. She felt the body in front of her move, and after a second or two, felt a tongue on her pussy. She felt herself being licked twice, three times. The body stood again, and the same hard cock penetrated her once more.

... Or is this the second man? Abbie smiled more broadly as she came to the conclusion that maybe this was all the same person. Oh my god, I can't tell, she thought.

She lay back and allowed herself to be fucked for another minute or two. She stopped wondering who it was, and fell into the sweet sensations of this mysterious endeavor.

Abbie was swimming in the pleasure and the mystery of it all, with sounds and feelings taking the place of what often was sights and familiarities.

The man fucking her altered his rhythms, pushed deep inside her, pulled out and rubbed the head of his cock on her clit, and thrust back in again. Abbie felt hands on her breasts, but didn't know if they belonged to the same person who was inside her pussy. It didn't matter. The feelings were electric, and her body was trembling.

After several minutes, the man pulled out and did not return. Abbie continued breathing heavily, waiting to see what might happen next. She felt something near her face. Then she heard Nicole's voice, quieter, and much closer than it had been.

"Nicole says ... open your eyes."

Abbie opened her eyes, and saw that Nicole was right in front of her. She was smiling. Abbie looked into her eyes, then leaned forward and kissed her. It was tender, but brief. She leaned back again, and looked past Nicole, seeing Jake and Simon each a few feet away. Simon was closer to Nicole; Jake was further away. Does this mean that Simon was the last one? Abbie wondered. Both men were naked, erect, and stroking themselves.