finishing off the night, Ben fucks Abbie

Abbie's eyes were on Ben. She sat back on her heels, relaxed, calm, head tilted slightly to the side. Everything in the moment felt, to Abbie, extremely casual. In another setting, with perhaps more clothes on, the energy could have read 'let's solve a jigsaw puzzle together' or 'join me for this picnic lunch.'

Except, of course, it wasn't that. Abbie was naked. Her body was damp with sweat and perhaps some stray spunk from the three men who had just climaxed with her. She herself had come at least ten times this evening, and even if, on a normal day, she was always a little moist and ready for sex, today, she was drenched. Her hair was more than a little tousled, her cheeks were pink, and she was still catching her breath from the marathon that had filled the last hour or so.

"One to go, hm?" Ben echoed the last thing Abbie had said.

She glanced around the room. Cory had slipped off to the bathroom. Tuk was pulling his clothes on. Carter was still naked, but standing a little ways apart, smoking a cigarette.

"Unless you don't want to," Abbie offered.

"Do you want to?" he said, chuckling. "Do you have it in you? I promise, I won't be hurt if you tell me you're done for the night." He idly touched his penis, pulling on it once, mildly surprised at how sensitive he still was, even to his own touch.

"Do I want to? Yes." Abbie licked her lips. "Do I have it in me?" She rose up onto her knees to drawing herself a little closer to Ben, obviously still not close to his height. "That depends what 'it' is. If it's the the energy necessary for you to fuck me ... then yes, I absolutely have it in me."

She stood, slowly, one foot at a time, and took a step toward Ben. She took another, now close enough to speak softly and still be heard. She took one more, now close enough to reach down and touch his erect dick with her hand, which she did. She wrapped her fingers around him and gently stroked him, breathing a little heavier as she felt how warm and full he was in her hand.

"But if 'it' is your cock ... stiff ... and hard ... and full ... and **** to explode ... then no, I do not ... yet ... have it in me."

Everything suddenly moved very quickly. Ben grabbed Abbie around the waist, and she threw her arms around his neck to hold on. He picked her up easily, and carried her a few feet toward the couch. He flung her down onto the cushions, Abbie squealing with delight as she was carried and tossed. She giggled constantly, her eyes up on Ben. As she lay there looking up at him, she opened her legs, her left foot landing on the floor, her right up and over the back of the couch. She rubbed her pussy roughly with one hand, fingering her clit, her breaths heaving, her body alive with excitement.

Ben climbed halfway onto the couch, one knee on the seat near Abbie's raised leg, his other foot on the floor for balance. He leaned over her, one hand grabbing at her tits, the other holding his dick, which he jammed into her pussy, instantly fucking her fast and hard.

"Oh my god, yes ..." Abbie moaned as Ben hammered into her. She grabbed at his arms and rubbed her hands on his chest, not particularly focused on any one thing, just rubbing and touching him as they went at it.

Abbie found herself letting her eyes drift closed from time to time ... and each time that happened, flickers of thought seeped into her mind, and she thought of Jake. She wasn't trying to block Ben out, and she wasn't trying to pretend she was with someone else -- it just happened that as her mind wandered, she couldn't help her synapses firing.

And it was all good. If Ben had asked (and he didn't, but if he had), the reality was that the only things she was thinking about was how good it all felt.

"What's that face?"

Abbie's eyes fluttered opened, and saw Ben looking down at her, bemused.

"You doing okay?" he continued.

Abbie nodded. "Oh, yes. I'm doing okay. I'm doing very okay."

With a grin, Ben thrust a little harder into Abbie, physically acknowledging her appreciation.

"Oh ..." she moaned. "That feels fucking incredible." She put her palms up onto Ben's chest to create some physical push and tension between them. She felt her body bouncing back and forth on the couch as Ben drilled her, her tits shaking as she moved, her left foot still on the floor for balance, her right foot dangling off the back of the sofa.

Her eyes kept closing loosely, and idle thoughts of Jake floated through her subconscious. Sometimes it wasn't even a visual thought, just a feeling, something she knew she associated with him somehow, but with mentally articulating the connection.

She felt Ben's body grow a little stiff as he hovered over her. She opened her eyes and looked at him with an impish grin on her face. She knew he was close, and started to get excited about it. She put one hand down on her pussy, teasing her clit as Ben fucked her; and her other hand on her tits. She breathed in rhythm with Ben's movements, knowing that each thrust was pulling him one notch closer to bursting -- either on her, or in her, she had no idea.

Just then, she was surprised by the feeling on a hand on her right leg. She lifted her head to see Cory there, holding her leg by the ankle, gently stroking the side of her foot, ankle, and lower leg. She was sensitive everywhere, and even more so tonight, what with countless orgasms thus far.

"You cool with this?" Cory asked in a soft voice. He leaned his dark figure over her leg and gently kissed her, starting at her toes, and making his way along her leg, small and tender kisses, each sending shivers through her body.

The combination of Cory's gentle and delicate touch and Ben pounding her almost violently was hard for Abbie to reconcile. On the one hand, she wanted Cory to get more physical with her ... or maybe she wanted Ben to soften his attack ... or maybe the combination was perfect. She giggled to herself in consent to the whole thing.

"Cool with you kissing and fondling me, treating me like a goddess?" Abbie winked at Cory. "Yeah. I'm cool with it."

She tried to glance over the top of the couch to see where Carter and Tuk had gone. She couldn't get a clear picture, but it seemed that they'd moved away from the action. She had hoped that maybe they'd come back for another round, but then she realized that perhaps she was feeling spoiled by the night's adventures, and that winding down was the right way to go.

Ben's breathing pattern changed, and Abbie looked into his eyes. "Are you ..." she started, and then paused. "You are, I can tell."

"You want me to?" Ben asked breathlessly.

Abbie nodded. "I want you to."

"Where?"

Abbie smiled warmly at him and licked her lips. "Wherever makes you feel good, baby."