Nicole decides who Abbie should suck

Another minute or two went by. Abbie heard footsteps approaching her from the side, 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 mouth. She parted her lips, and the something moved. She took a sharp breath and smiled. Is that a ... a finger? A penis? Oh my god, I need it ...

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, and in doing so, brushed the tip of her tongue against the object in front of her.

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 mouth. She pushed her head forward again, craning her neck slightly. Doing so allowed the cock in front of her to push gently into her mouth.

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

"Mmmm," moaned Abbie lightly, her lips wrapped around the mystery penis. As the man pushed harder into her, she fell back into the chair, and then slowly into a gentle bobbing rhythm. Slowly, gently, she mouth-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 slide his dick into my mouth like this? she wondered. What if it's Simon, what if it's that long, dark cock? She moved her tongue hoping to discover more.

Abbie continued sucking when she felt hands on her hips, and then sliding around to her ass. The hands pulled at her lower body and Abbie responded by pushing her pelvis out. Before she could wonder who it was, she felt something against her pussy, a mouth, licking. She pushed herself toward whoever was there. The tongue she felt against her labia was wet and warm.

That does not feel like Jake, she thought. He's never done those moves on me before. At first, she assumed it must be Simon, but then considered that it might be Nicole. The unknown gave her an immense thrill.

She continued sucking on the cock in her mouth, and was feeling the tingles of the tongue against her pussy. She thought she felt a smoothness against her skin, that maybe whoever was eating her out didn't have facial hair. That's Nicole, she concluded.

The mystery man in front of her pumped into her mouth more forcefully. She tried to sense, from feeling his abdomen against her face from time to time, 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 continued thrusting her hips for whomever was enjoying her pussy. She slowed the bobbing of her head a bit, and the man in her mouth also slowed down. She leaned her head back a bit, and as she did, she felt his cock slide out of her mouth. She was disappointed for a moment, and bit her lip with a mild pout, not ready to be finished. In a matter of seconds, however, he was back, pressing against her lips.

She opened her mouth eagerly, welcoming him back, hungrily taking the length of his cock between her lips and onto her tongue.

Wait. As she sucked 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 taste had changed, the texture of his skin was different. The scent of his body was different.

Abbie sucked more aggressively, desperately wanting to see. He responded in kind, pounding into her mouth, almost gagging her with the depth of his thrusts. Suddenly, he pushed deep inside her mouth, and held. He's trying not to come, she thought. Oh, wow, what would this be to have someone I can't see come in my mouth ...

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 lips. Jake never does that, she considered. Maybe this is Simon again?

Whoever it was plunged into her mouth, then out, then back in. He face-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 breath in front of her face, and then a tongue on her lips. She engaged in a kiss, taking accepting the tongue and lips with her own. That's Jake, she affirmed to herself. At least, I think it is?

The kisser stepped back, and then a hard dick was once again presented to her lips. She welcomed it into her mouth, now completely confused as to who was who anymore.

... Is this the second man? Abbie would have smiled were there not a cock in her mouth, as she came to the conclusion that maybe this was all the same person. Oh my god, I can't tell, she thought.

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 whose dick was in her mouth altered his rhythms, pushed deep inside, pulled out, and thrust back in again. Abbie felt hands on her breasts, but didn't know if they belonged to the same person who she was blowing. It didn't matter. The feelings were electric, and her body was trembling.

After several minutes, the man stepped away 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 one? Abbie wondered. Both men were naked, erect, and stroking themselves.