one by one, each of the men fucks Abbie

Abbie surveyed the group. Three men, so different from one another. Tyler, tattooed and hairy, looks like a bad boy, but super sweet. Dominic, so young, thin, dark-skinned, dark-eyed. And Stefan, quiet, brooding, muscular and thick. She admired differences, loved to think about how different people, different experiences, all created different feelings. One wasn't better or worse or good or bad -- it was all variations on life. Sometimes, Abbie thought, I wonder if I should have lived in the 70s. I would have made a good hippie.

Watching Michelle was like watching an alternate universe version of herself. They were different, physically. Different heights, builds, hair color, shape and size. But they were both fascinated in their own ways by sex. Michelle was hardcore. She wanted to fuck. Abbie didn't understand Michelle's marriage, nor did she have to. Maybe that's normal, or normal enough for them? Maybe they don't have to be monogamous to be happily married? Abbie didn't know anything about marriage, naturally. She was younger, she hadn't hand any particularly long relationships. But maybe, she thought, maybe thinking the way I do about sex now is what leads to a marriage like Michelle's?

As for herself, Abbie was thrilled by the feelings that rushed through her during sex. Whether it was the new adventures of a new partner, or revisiting something familiar -- Mmm, where is Jake right now, and what's he doing? She smiled as her thoughts drifted upstairs to their hotel room. I could just go up there now. I could wake him up. Maybe he wouldn't mind.

Abbie lay back on one of the couches, quickly losing focus and attention on the room around her. She lay back, feeling the sensation of the upholstery against her bare skin. She squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples, and then slid a hand down to her pussy and began to finger herself. Her fantasy started with images of Jake, she and Jake together, Jake alone, Jake upstairs in the hotel room. But as she masturbated, her visions moved around, thought specifically of Jake shifted to thoughts of Jake's fingers, to Jake's cock, to being touched, to being fucked. Abbie plunged her fingers into her own pussy, moaning lightly as she imagined being penetrated by ...

As Abbie leaned back on the couch her fantasy was not interrupted so much as it was inspired by the sudden and surprise presence of a rock hard cock pushing past her fingers and into her pussy.

"Oh, yes, oh, yesssss ..." Abbie's voice cut through the space.

One of the men in the room was fucking her, and she didn't know who. Her mind was on Jake, but she knew Jake wasn't there. The man pushed slowly into her, and she slid her fingers out of the way.

Abbie breathed slowly, smiling. At this point, at this party, she knew she was simply ... available. The wordplay, the saying "yes," she knew it was ultimately a courteous front and that if she was accepting of anything verbally, she was accepting of anything period. Still, the way Jake spoke to her, the way Jake saw her -- he still understood her in a way others did not.

Yet in this moment, it was an "other" who fucked her in a way Jake did not, if for no other reason, because Jake wasn't there. Abbie adjusted her body a bit, sliding down onto her back, submissively accepting the man, allowing him to penetrate and fuck her missionary style. She felt hands on her breasts, squeezing, rubbing, a little pinching. She felt the pressure of a cock in her pussy, grinding back and forth, driving into her to the hilt. That's not Stefan, she thought. She giggled to herself as she thought, What if it's someone else entirely?

The hands on her breasts slid down her body and held her hips. Those must be the same as the man inside me, she thought. The fucking continued, and she felt the man holding at the end of each thrust, holding and pushing upward, heightening the sensation, and possibly holding still for the sole purpose of not giving into his orgasm.

At the notion of one of these men -- any of these men -- exploding inside her, Abbie trembled. Her skin felt electric, buzzing and tingling. She wriggled her pelvis around enhancing the contact and friction she felt inside, and smiled as she sensed the man almost fighting against the urges to climax.

After one particularly long moment of suspension, the man pulled out of Abbie's pussy, and stepped away. She touched her chest and ran her fingers past her breast, down her stomach, and lightly rubbed her clit. She licked her lips, breathing heavily, still in the throes of the previous moment.

Maybe he'll come back? she asked herself. Maybe if I stay here, if I don't open my eyes, if I just live in that fantasy ... maybe he'll come back.

She fingered herself a bit more aggressively, and with her other hand, pinched and rubbed her skin, her breasts, her legs. She quietly began to speak aloud, to no one -- perhaps to her fantasy. "Oh fuck me, mmm, that feels nice ... touch me there ... touch me ... take me ..."

Suddenly, she felt hands on her ankles. The hands lifted her, and she instinctively spread her legs apart, making space for ... whatever was about to happen. She felt something against her inner thigh, something warm and solid. It moved, and then she felt a similar pressure against her outer labia. Mmm, she thought, I'm going to get fucked again.

She felt the hands on her ankles change, as if someone behind her had taken hold of her legs and held them above her head. Her pussy and ass were now extremely exposed and ****, and the pressure she felt resting against her was no doubt a cock. Was it the same man, back again? Or was it someone else?

Abbie stretched her arms out to her sides. Two hands held her ankles, and pulled her legs up and toward her head. The someone who was behind her was likely standing, collaborating with whoever was in front of her. The penis she felt on the outside of her pussy pushed forward, and with no resistance, nudged its way inside her.

It's someone else, she thought. She stretched her hand forward and touched the chest of the man who was penetrating her, and felt a great deal of hair. It's Tyler, she thought, and grinned to herself as she pictured him above her. She continued touching and caressing his chest. Tyler (if it even was Tyler) quickly ramped up his rhythm of pumping into her pussy, and before long, was fucking her very aggressively. The man's hips slapped against Abbie's ass cheeks as he pounded into her. Abbie's body bounced back and forth a bit on the couch, with whoever was behind her continuing to hold her legs up by the ankle. She relaxed her legs, though, and as the man hammered into her, her feet bounced loosely above her.

The man (it's gotta be Tyler, right? Abbie wondered excitedly) pumped a few more times, much more deliberately and slowly, and then pulled out of Abbie's pussy. Before she could move, however, she felt him push back, this time toward her asshole. Abbie took a deep breath and relaxed her legs even more. She felt the man's cock push in, push past the point of greatest pressure and tension, and then simply slide all the way back, fucking her deep in the ass.

He took the lead on this, sliding his cock in and out, pushing a little harder at the peak of each thrust, getting in as deep as was physically possible.

"Mmm, yes ... do that again," she mumbled.

The man slowly stopped fucking her ass, and pulled his cock out, but returned it quickly to Abbie's pussy. He pushed straight forward, easily sliding deeply inside Abbie's cunt. He pulled out again and into her ass; then out again, and back to her pussy. As he rhythmically moved back and forth between her holes, Abbie smiled, bit her lower lip slightly, and murmured, "oh fuck, yes, you have to keep doing that."

The hands on Abbie's ankles began to move. Abbie still had her eyes closed, and didn't even know who was holding her ankles (not that it mattered to her), but the movement seemed to indicate that something else was going on. The man fucking her -- she was more and more convinced it was Tyler, and was **** to open her eyes and discover she might have been wrong -- continued to alternate between her pussy and ass, easily sliding in and out of both, each new thrust feeling more wonderful than the previous.

But the hands on her ankles both gripped tighter and shifted position, touching her calves, altering their hold, at one point letting go entirely and then re-clasping fingers around her feet. She thought the hands felt lighter, maybe smaller.

"Abbie," a voice behind her said. It was Michelle. Abbie hadn't been thinking about Michelle, being almost entirely focused on getting fucked. But upon hearing Michelle's voice, Abbie automatically opened her eyes. She was lying on her back, and so as she opened her eyes, she looked up. Her legs were straight up over her head, and it was in fact Michelle holding her by the ankles.

Michelle's head was visible, and Abbie saw Michelle bouncing back and forth, her blonde hair fallen, hanging, swaying in rhythm with her bounce. Abbie smiled when she realized that the reason Michelle was bouncing (and likely the reason that her grip on Abbie's legs was erratic) was that she was getting fucked herself. Abbie looked forward, and saw Tyler (I was right, it was Tyler! she thought to herself). Tyler smiled, and stuck his dick back into Abbie's ass again. Abbie looked beyond Tyler and saw Dominic standing nearby. It had to be Stefan who was with Michelle.

Of the three men in the room, Stefan seemed the most suited to Michelle. Abbie didn't really know why that felt right, but it did. She was certainly impressed by Stefan's cock herself, but if her freedom of exploration taught her anything, it taught her that not everyone was a perfect match for everyone -- and that some people were definitely better matches than others. She smiled as Tyler slid his cock back into her pussy, and thought, this feels really incredible, this is the kind of fucking that really -- and her thought was cut off as Tyler pulled out again, and pushed firmly into her ass once more.

Abbie saw Tyler lift his head, and it seemed that maybe he was making eye contact with Michelle? She saw Dominic move around the couch, then Tyler pull his cock out of her ass and step away. She looked up to Michelle who took a stronger hold of her ankles, but stopped bouncing. And when Abbie looked back through her legs ahead of her again, there was Stefan. He was pulling hard on his dick as he stood over her. He pressed the tip of his cock down onto Abbie's pussy, and pushed it forward. Abbie felt her body drive backward into the couch, and Michelle's hands hold her legs still more firmly above her. Stefan was breathing heaving, and fucking her hard. He was moving faster and faster, and Abbie could see veins bulging in his face, his neck, and his chest.

She put her hand out, not to slow him, but to feel the heat emanating from his skin. She touched his chest, and said, "yes, more like that ... fuck me harder ... fuck me faster."

Stefan did as she said, banging his body into hers. Abbie felt her legs flailing above her head, her feet loose, her thighs bouncing. She looked up, and saw Michelle was also shifting back and forth; clearly one of the other men in the room had returned to fucking her from behind.

In terms of Stefan, Abbie knew she could withstand him, but she also knew that his enormous cock didn't make things any more pleasurable for her. Sex was great, and the feeling of him inside her was unique, but as he fucked her, she closed her eyes again, and drifted back into her fantasies.