Stefan's "drinking" game continues

"Here."

Stefan handed Abbie the bottle, which was still about three-quarters full. She watched as he lowered himself to the floor between her legs, looking up at her. She smiled at the sight of him, this thick and strong body, flexing as he bent his knees, his thigh muscles rippling like steel. For a moment, Abbie fantastically wondered if Stefan could secretly be a super hero. Super muscles and a super cock, she thought, that could be his tagline. She giggled aloud at her own silliness, catching Stefan's attention.

"What?"

Abbie shook her head. "Nothing, dear." She brought the bottle to her lips to take a drink.

"Nah, that's not what I meant," Stefan said, putting his hands on Abbie's thighs, and leaning closer to her. "I said that I wanted a sip."

Abbie held out the bottle, but Stefan shook his head. He lowered his face toward her body, positioned himself under her pussy, and opened his mouth slightly. Abbie grinned. Of course, she thought. How did I not actually see that that's what he was doing?

Stefan extended his tongue, the tip of it just barely touching Abbie. She shuddered as she felt the contact, though he wasn't doing much of anything except holding a pose.

"Just pour it here?" she asked, extending the bottle approximately over his mouth.

"Nah," he muttered again. "You wanna let it drip down your body?"

Abbie smiled. "Oh, like this?" She brought the bottle up to her stomach, and aimed the lip of it toward her. She slowly tilted the bottle until a small trickle of beer emerged from the rim, immediately streaming down her stomach, soaking her pubic hair, dripping across her labia, and lightly splashing into Stefan's mouth.

The moment Stefan felt the beer on his tongue, he began to lap at Abbie's pussy. This was enough to set Abbie squirming, and in doing so, she spilled a bit more beer than she had intended, and began to feel it running down her hips and legs. Stefan held her a little more tightly, his hands reaching around to the sides of her ass, and he did his best to lick along the insides of her legs as well. Whether it was to clean the beer or just to get his tongue all over Abbie's skin, it didn't matter much to either of them.

Abbie righted the bottle a bit to stop the flow, and let Stefan continue and complete his work. Once he had taken care of most of the beer, he just focused on licking her pussy -- which, as they both knew, was the primary goal of the game anyway.

"Want to try it up here?"

Abbie felt a hand on her breast before she even understood who was talking. It was Tyler, who stood behind the couch, reaching over the front of Abbie's body, cupping her tits. She tilted her head back to see Tyler (upside-down), smiling at her. He stood, not exactly behind her but a bit to her left. He was still naked, of course, and his mostly erect penis hung close to Abbie's face. She turned to the side, but he was too far out of reach for her to touch. However, as she turned, she saw that Dominic had Michelle on her back, and was steadily fucking her missionary style on the other end of the couch.

"Glad everyone's still having fun," Abbie murmured. She hadn't been paying much attention to Michelle and the others, at least not since she'd been focused more exclusively on Stefan.

"That's for sure," Tyler agreed. He squeezed Abbie's tits again. "How about that drink?" He flung his body forward, resting most of his weight on the couch, but achieving a better angle to get his lips close to Abbie's breast.

Giggling, Abbie poured a little beer onto the top of her breast. The light carbonation bubbled a bit as it hit her skin, and most of it quickly spilled off both sides, some landing on the couch, some dripping further down her body and potentially reaching Stefan, who still crouched at her pussy.

Tyler quickly dove in to lick and suck, though lost his balance and had to stand up again. Once he was more securely planted on his feet, he bent forward less adventurously and kissed and bit at Abbie's nipple.

"Maybe a little more?"

"Mm, okay," Abbie laughed, and poured another splash onto herself. This time, it was more liquid than she had anticipated, and she wiggled and squirmed in reaction. At the same time, Tyler squeezed and licked her breast while Stefan was getting deeper into eating her out. The beer was obviously unnecessary in the grand scheme of things, but it was fun to make a game out of their sex play.

"We don't want to leave out the other side, of course," Tyler chided, shifting his attention to Abbie's other breast.

"Of course," agreed Abbie. She rolled her head back with pleasure as Tyler shifted his body over her. His dick idly grazed across Abbie's face, and she playfully poked at it with her tongue as it passed by. She poured more of the beer onto her right side, happily letting Tyler have his way with her body, and grinding her hips to push her pussy harder against Stefan's mouth. She let go of her body, collapsing back into the sofa, her head back, her eyes closed. She let one arm flop limply at her side, the other held the beer bottle. She felt someone grab at the bottle, and she gladly ceded it to whoever was taking it.

She assumed it was Tyler, but chose to keep her eyes closed and her head back. It was easier to give herself over to the moment if she simply let go and didn't overthink it. She was in heaven, with the attention Tyler was giving to her breasts, and the thorough work Stefan was doing on her pussy (which, by this point, was wet, tingling, and ravaged by assorted fingers, tongues, and cocks throughout the evening).

"Mm," someone grunted as Abbie felt another splash of liquid hit her body, following quickly by a hand, a mouth, a tongue, and some relatively aggressive teeth on her breast. Although she aimed to keep her body relaxed, she couldn't help but stretch and arch her back in response to the stimulation her breast was getting. Her fingers idly gripped the edge of the couch cushion and she flexed her toes, thinking and feeling through every part of her body as these two men continued playing with her.

Tyler (if it was still Tyler behind her) toyed with her breasts with both his hands, the beer now perhaps a thing of the past. Stefan's hands were still on Abbie's thighs -- until one of them lifted away from her, as did his tongue from her pussy. Abbie writhed on the couch, curious what Stefan had in mind, but content lying in wait, allowing things to mysteriously unfold.