a mystery man arrives on the scene

It didn't occur to Abbie that closing her eyes again while Stefan was fucking her might have looked weird to him. Maybe it did, maybe it didn't, she didn't know. Maybe he wasn't even looking. The thing was, she wasn't thinking about Stefan. She felt his strength and his size, but her mind was elsewhere. She remembered the hair on Tyler's chest. She remembered Dominic's smooth and dark skin. And she thought of Jake ... Jake upstairs, Jake back at the office, Jake at the pool.

She wasn't fully articulating thoughts in her mind, but the truth was that she missed him. The familiarity was comforting (not that the mystery of tonight was bad); that he knew her and had history with her was part of what she appreciated about him. She might never see Stefan or Tyler or Dominic again -- or maybe worse, perhaps she would see them, and wouldn't really know how to behave. But with Jake, seeing him again brought a sense of ease, not worry.

Abbie heard herself moan a bit as Stefan slid his cock out of her pussy. Is he going to try my ass too? she wondered. She stiffened herself slightly, not sure what pressure she might feel next, but she was determined to keep her eyes closed, and accept the unknown.

What she felt was something softer. The touch against her pussy was gentle, maybe even delicate. If it was a cock (and she wasn't entirely sure yet), it wasn't as hard as it was before. She had fucked all three men in succession, and each was hard as marble. She giggled to herself. Why wouldn't they be? I'm fucking smoking hot! She touched her breasts, and then moved a hand down to her pussy. Her fingers came in contact with what was definitely a penis, though it was only partially erect, and the tip was still spongy and soft to the touch.

She licked her fingers, and returned to the tip of the cock at her pussy. She massaged the tip, pushing it against her pussy lips, moistening it. She felt it get harder as she touched it, and with her eyes closed, she pictured it. She put her fingers around it, picturing the reality in her mind. She pushed the tip of it against her pussy and felt the dick quiver and twitch.

She was mildly perplexed. She had been fucking these guys for a while tonight, and yet this felt like something different. It clearly wasn't Stefan, so it must have been either Tyler or Dominic. Perhaps one of them had softened, maybe even orgasmed with Michelle, and was coming back for another round.

She guided the tip of this cock into her pussy, and the mystery man pushed further on his own, plunging into her wet slit. As he fucked her, slowly, slower than the other men had done, Abbie could feel his cock hardening inside her. She loved the feeling of a man getting harder inside her pussy, the idea that the pleasure of sex with her was stimulating a stronger erection.

Michelle let go of Abbie's ankles, and Abbie felt her legs drop slightly. New hands landed on the underside of her thighs, hands likely belonging to the man fucking her. The touch was new as well -- hands less rough and thick than Stefan's ... hands more confident and strong than Dominic's ...

Abbie was beginning to lose focus on the feelings of being fucked as she became more and more consumed with the curiosity over who it was. She thought she had paid attention to these men, but then again, it was extremely late and she had been drinking. Maybe she was just too fuzzy-headed to make sense of it all.

She took a deep breath and returned her attention to the pleasure of the cock inside her, a cock that was still growing and stiffening. She bit her lip and began to moan in rhythm with the pulsating throbs in her pussy. Her fantasies returned to seeing Jake's face in her mind, which brought the beginnings of a smile to her lips. She focused on the rhythm of the man thrusting into her pussy, and the feeling of his hands holding her legs just wide enough to stretch her muscles, just wide enough to make the tension of fucking her pussy tight, and just wide enough so that if she opened her eyes, she'd see his whole body in front of her.

And so she did.

Staring straight back at her, looking directly into her eyes, she saw Jake. He wore his dress shirt from earlier in the evening (she and the others had been naked for so long she was taken aback by seeing clothes). His hands were on her legs. He fucked her slowly and strongly, driving his cock to the hilt, lifting his hips slightly, and sliding backward again, alternating the point of contact with her as he fucked her.

"Oh, I wanted it to be you," she said. She kept her eyes open, her intense gaze focused on him. "I wanted you so badly."

"You wanted me?"

"God, yes. Fuck, yes!"

"You wanted me, down here? At this party?"

"Oh fuck me, Jake. Fuck me, fuck me, like you do, just ... please ..."