recap: Abbie welcomes Cory and Tuk back into Room 2222

Abbie turned her back to Cory and Tuk and danced into Room 2222. She smiled at Ben and Carter, and said, "Oh, look who I found in the hallway!" Spinning back around, she saw that the others had followed her in and closed the door behind them.

"That was ..." Cory started.

"Horrible," said Tuk.

"Oh, it was much nicer in here," said Abbie. "We had a grand old time!"

"I bet," muttered Tuk.

Abbie reached her hands out, taking hold of Tuk's hand in one and Cory's in the other. "Hey, we're all back now. And this was the part where you two arrived, and surveyed the room."

"Yeah, that's right," Tuk said, nodding. "Hadn't seen these two jackasses like this before. Hadn't seen you before."

Abbie drew closer to Tuk, and put his hand on her breast. "I remember you feeling me up, kind of like this. Didn't you?"

"Mm, I think that maybe I did." Tuk began to get aroused, touching Abbie again.

"And I kissed you," Abbie added. She brought her lips toward Tuk's, meeting him in an intense, wet, and widely-opened-mouth kiss with lots of tongue. "Mm, it was much more exciting this time."

She turned toward Cory, letting her arms fall naturally -- though one hand landed on Tuk's cock. The way she immediately wrapped her fingers around it to pull and squeeze suggested that coming into contact with him wasn't by accident. She put her other hand on Cory's chest, moving it down and across his stomach, and brushed along the length of his erect penis.

Cory chuckled. "You are even sexier than the first time we came into this room."

"You think so?" Abbie asked.

"Yeah," he answered. "I think because this time, I know what you're capable of."

"Oh?" Abbie said. "And what's that?"

Cory put his hand on the back of Abbie's head, and gently ushered her down toward his cock. She gripped him with one hand, kissed the tip of his dick, and licked the sides and the head. Cory flexed his body, thrusting his hips forward a little, and Abbie took the opportunity to slip the end of his dick in her mouth, sucking on it for a moment.

"Is it that?" she asked.

"Mm," said Cory. "That. And ... maybe more?"

"Oh, you'd like to me to do more?"

Cory sighed. "Well, you did more last time, that's for sure."

Abbie smiled. "I did, didn't I?"

She opened her mouth wider, and lowered herself over Cory's penis. She sucked and licked, getting deeper each time, and with a few wiggles and deep breaths, soon had taken Cory's full length to the back of her her throat. She held there for a few seconds, then slowly slid back and off.

"I am, as you said, quite capable."

She smirked at Cory, and then dove back in, sucking him even faster than before, shoving the length of his dick deep into her mouth as she bobbed back and forth on him. She used her hands on the base of his cock, and had a flash of memory of having done that before. It was a sense memory, the feeling of his hair against her skin. Instinctively, she closed her eyes as she sucked and jerked him, savoring the combined pleasure of the oral sex and the appealing memory.

The memory was enhanced with the sudden inclusion of a hand on her ass. Abbie recalled that that had happened before. And, like before, she didn't turn to see who it was. Another hand was on her breasts, and it felt like a near replica of what she remembered from earlier.

She felt something brush against her hip, and her breath caught for a moment as she imagined that one of the men, hard and stiff, was behind her, touching her, looking at her, wanting her. She frequently fantasized about being taken from behind by someone whose face she couldn't see, and she was certain that she had imagined the same fantasy earlier that evening.

But no one fucked me, she thought, at least, not during this part. She wiggled her ass against the unseen partners behind her, one touching her butt, one groping her tits. She pushed herself further onto Cory's cock, sucking it thoroughly, allowing him to move it around her mouth, pressing the tip against the inside of her cheek.

And then, just as she was about to pull back on Cory and say something, she felt the unmistakeable touch of a penis about to penetrate her vagina. She stayed on Cory, sucking him harder, and focused her mind on the man behind her.

He easily slipped his cock into her, thrusting straight in, deep, his thick and hot dick filling up her hole. Minutes earlier, she had allowed both Ben and Carter to fuck her for a short time, and in this moment, she tried desperately to identify which of them it was behind her now.

The man, whoever he was, moved slowly, as if each thrust might be the only, or the last, and to make the most of it. Hands gripped her waist, pulling her backward toward the man fucking her. She was sure the hands belonged to the same man. She relaxed her body, allowing him to move her as he desired, controlling her movements, and controlling the rhythm, the tempo.

Abbie hung on like this, clinging to Cory's legs, and allowing herself to get nailed from behind by whomever had taken that initiative. While she was acutely focused on Cory, the man behind her pulled out for a moment. She felt him slap his dick against her a few times, and then gasped and smiled as she was penetrated again.

Except ... it felt different this time. Maybe just the engagement of pulling out and sliding back in was enough to change things, but it felt thicker, and ...

"Hm," Abbie snorted, a stifled laugh, definitely a positive one. That's not the same guy, she reasoned to herself.

She thought more about what might going on behind her, the hands on her ass, the hands on her hips and legs. And each time the mystery man retracted, took a beat, and went back in again, she considered that it might be more than just one man.

Abbie looked up at Cory, and ran her hands up along his stomach, getting his attention enough to notice that she wanted something more than just his dick in her mouth.

"Mm?" he asked.

"I'm not turning around to look, but ... who's fucking me right now?" Abbie asked. The tone of the question was as calm as if she had asked the location of something in a grocery store.

Cory chuckled. "It's Carter."

A moment later, Abbie felt a shift in the action behind her. She looked up again at Cory. "And now?"

"It's Tuk."

Again, the men switched. Cory just nodded, and Abbie smiled, delighted by the game. Each fresh felt like the beginning of an adventure, and starting over every ten seconds or so left Abbie ecstatic, not to mention intensely sexually charged.

The thrill lasted a few minutes longer, until a voice arose from behind Abbie.

"Just thinking about your comfort and all, and ... do you want to move this to the bed?" It was Ben.

Abbie released Cory, who took a few steps toward the bed on his own, assuming that would be the next move anyway. She turned over her shoulder, and saw Ben, holding her, pumping away as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Tuk and Carter stood a few feet away on either side, both holding their dicks.

"You know, the best would be nice," Abbie said. "I think you all took me there before, didn't you?"

"Actually, I think you led the charge," Carter commented.

"Hm," said Abbie, reluctantly slipping off of Ben and standing up straight, stretching herself out for the first time in a bit. "Not quite how I remember. I'm pretty sure that one of you swept me off my feet and threw me down on the bed, like a violent animal, and you just started fucking my brains out ..."

The men all stood in silence, taken aback by Abbie's dramatic tale. In response, she rolled her eyes at them and sighed.

"Look, if that isn't an invitation for one of you to just do that, then I don't know what is."