the recap: Ben (or someone) takes a drink (and a little bit more)

Ben enjoyed the slight distance he had from the action. An hour ago (or however long it had been), he was the instigator. He was quick-witted, a tease, his radar alert to Abbie's behavior, hoping to read signs from her to know what she'd like, where and how things might progress. Carter was always Carter, a little bit shy, a little bit awkward, better when he didn't have to say or think much. But Ben took the lead. Usually.

As Abbie and the others were making a play at recreating events, Ben found himself on the outside. The first time, of course, he was right next to Abbie. It was only him and Carter -- Cory and Tuk hadn't arrived yet. But Tuk, of course, was like a kid in a candy store, eager to play; and Cory, smarter and more intense than the others, could get right up into the middle of things without seeming aggressive or pushy.

"So?" said Carter. "Pour something."

Abbie giggled. "Last time, I think you just wanted to get me wet so I'd take off my dress!"

Carter nodded. "Yup, that was the idea."

"Well," Abbie continued, looked down at herself. "I'm already naked. So what else are you hoping for?"

"Literally anything." Carter smiled broadly, a faint dimple appearing on one cheek. Abbie sat up a little and gripped Carter's face with one hand, pulling him toward her. They kissed playfully and rubbed their noses against one another.

"Oh!" Abbie recoiled and shrieked in surprise. Ben had just poured a small splash of champagne on her, just in front of her right shoulder, the liquid cascading down her front. "That's still really cold!"

Tuk was on her right, and reached over to touch, then to lick, her right breast. "We still doing this part?" he asked.

"Yes, dear," said Abbie condescendingly. "You go on and lick up whatever you can find." She twisted her body to thrust her chest out a bit, inviting Tuk to take advantage. She craned her neck back and looked up at Ben. "I remember something about my feet. Did you do something with my feet?"

Ben looked down. "Maybe?"

"You were ..." Abbie lost herself in thought. "You were down there. Weren't you?" She pointed toward her feet, toward her whole lower half.

Ben glanced down, his eyes dancing across her body, down her stomach, lingering at her midsection, then along her legs to the floor. "Yeah, I probably was."

"Happy to step in," said Cory, kneeling down in front of Abbie. He reached his hands out along her legs, gently rubbing her up and down, his fingernails tickling her skin gently.

"Mm," said Abbie. "That's nice." She raised her legs up a little, and Cory took her feet in his hands. He massaged her gently, rubbing his thumbs into her soles, and then lightly touched each of her toes, pushing and stretching just enough to make Abbie feel relaxed and weightless. "Oh wow, that's really nice." She sighed, and felt her whole body fall back into the couch. "Is that what you did, Ben?"

Ben stared, knowing that it didn't matter whether he had or not, the chapter was writing itself in a new way. "I think I was trying to take your panties off."

Abbie smiled. "That's what it was. Except ..."

"Except?" said Cory, gently kissing Abbie's feet and ankles.

"I wasn't wearing any."

Cory's kisses ran up along the insides of Abbie's legs, and he had gotten up to her knees by this point. "You're not wearing any now."

Abbie bit her lip, and lifted her head, looking at Cory through half-closed eyes. "You're right. I'm not."

Cory continued kissing his way up her leg, his hands stroking along the outside. At one point, he put his hands on her hips, and pulled on her body, nudging her down the couch a few inches, her ass just hanging off the front edge of the cushion.

"Something about ... Canada?" said Abbie dreamily.

Ben chuckled. "Yup. Canada."

"Cory," Abbie said. "Do you know how they drink champagne in Canada?"

Cory looked up. "No, I can't say that I do."

"Would you like me to demonstrate, Abbie?" Ben asked, taking a few steps around the side of the couch.

Abbie nodded. "I would indeed. Cory, scoot over so Ben can show you." She spread her legs a little further, and Cory shifted to his right to make space. She lifted her right leg up, like a bar gate at a toll plaza, and let Ben slide in, crouching in front of her. He touched her leg with one hand, still holding the bottle of champagne with the other.

"It was like this. Tuk, move back." Ben raised the bottle up over Abbie's stomach, and gently poured a stream of champagne down onto her, landing it squarely in her navel. Abbie giggled in response, her stomach rippling with her laughter. The liquid ran over her skin, out of her belly button, and dripped downward. As it soaked her pubic hair and streamed down to her pussy, Ben quickly leaned in and lapped his tongue against her. Getting some of the champagne into his mouth was secondary, however, to oral stimulation. His thrust his tongue into and around her labia, tasting the combined flavors of champagne and Abbie herself.

Abbie squirmed as Ben sucked and kissed, ecstatic to see this recap of events finally reach the point of getting direct sexual attention. Carter and Tuk were still playing with her tits, biting her nipples, kissing her chest, shoulders, arms, and face. As they did, Abbie's hands naturally reach out to her sides, where she found each of their cocks stiff at attention, around which she softly wrapped her fingers and began to rub and stroke them.

"I think I understand," said Cory, somewhat academically. "Might I give it a try?" He had his large hands along the top and inside of Abbie's left thigh, which he was lightly squeezing. He marveled at Abbie, who seemed to be not just willing to be touched, but hungry for it -- in this case, for four men physically having their way with her.

"Mm, yes," Abbie hummed. "Please try."

Ben backed up, and moved off to his left to make space for Cory. Cory lifted Abbie's leg and rested it atop his shoulder, her foot dangling loosely behind him. He bent forward, and extended his tongue toward Abbie's warm, wet, pink pussy. He lightly teased her with his tongue, running up and down her slit, hardening the tip to lick her clit. His fingers clenched and softly pinched Abbie's thigh as it hung above her shoulder. Ben picked up her other leg by the ankle, and Abbie easily rested her foot against his chest, allowing him to drag the back of his hand and fingernails up and down the inner line of her leg, from the knee all the way up to the top of her thigh, just short of where Cory was enjoying himself.

"Oohhhh," Abbie moaned. "That's incredible ... but ..." She exhaled heavily, almost unable to speak.

"But?" Cory said softly.

"Isn't there meant to be champagne?" Abbie said with a smile.

Ben chuckled. "Of course. Here." He reached up and poured a little more from the bottle across Abbie's body. Some of it dripped down to her legs, some toward her pussy. Cory simply leaned in another few inches, broadening his tongue, and lapping up whatever he could reach.

Tuk and Carter were mostly busy playing with Abbie's breasts, though she corralled their attention toward her face periodically, wanting them to kiss her as well (which, of course, they had no issue with). Abbie found that she enjoyed kissing Tuk quite a lot -- his lips were warm and full, and every time he kissed her, she imagined she could feel him smiling. He was generous with his tongue as well, whereas Carter was somewhat less passionate (as a kisser), though Carter's hands felt amazing on her body. He moved his palms across her chest, stomach, and breasts, his other hand occasionally drifting behind her, along her back, between her and the couch, and all of it gave Abbie the feeling she was floating.

"Hm, there's a little bit dripping this way," Ben commented, noting that some of the champagne was running along the inside of Abbie's right leg, the leg he was tending to. "May I?" He lifted his face toward Abbie as if he was asking permission.

With a laugh, Abbie answered, "you may!"

Cory read the body language clearly, and backed up to give Ben some space. Ben, in turn, kissed and licked his way up Abbie's inner thigh, and now with more room and less Cory, continued moving along Abbie's body until his lips were back against her pussy. The champagne bit may have been true, maybe only in part, but it didn't matter -- the point was to have another go at eating out Abbie's snatch, which both she and Ben were grateful for.

As Ben picked up where Cory had left off, Cory pulled Abbie's leg from off his shoulder, and gave attention to her foot. He kissed each of her toes delicately, rubbing her sole and heel, marveling at her soft and smooth skin. He used his teeth a little bit along the outer edge of her foot, very gently giving just enough pressure to stimulate Abbie without being at all painful. Through it all, he kept massaging her with his big hands and long fingers.

"If you would, perhaps, never ever stop doing that to my foot, I would be eternally grateful," Abbie said, giggling.

"You like it?" Cory asked.

"I like it ..." Abbie replied dreamily. "I like it, I like it, I ... I fucking love it."

Cory smiled, and continued the same actions on her foot as Abbie went on mumbling appreciations, and letting out small moans of pleasure. "What if I need to take a small pause?"

Abbie pouted playfully. "A pause? For what?"

"For this ...?" Cory nudged Ben to the side, and leaned down to take over the delicious task of eating her out.

Ben refocused his attention on Abbie's leg, and was delighted to find (as he licked along her inner thigh) a small spot on her skin that still tasted of champagne. Inspired by that, he returned to drizzling champagne on her body again, lapping up what he could along her leg.

Abbie broke her kiss with Carter and caught Ben's eye. "This Canada style thing is quite wonderful, just so you know."

"Canada?" asked Ben. "Cory isn't from Canada. I am."

"Oh," Abbie said, a look of concern on her face.

Ben smiled back. "Don't you think someone actually from Canada should be employing Canada Style on you?"

Abbie nodded, still pretending to be concerned. "Yes, I do. Definitely. It's odd for someone from ... where are you from, Cory?"

"Not Canada," he muttered, moving his mouth only a tiny bit from Abbie's pussy.

"Not Canada," repeated Ben. "So you're saying -- let me get this right -- that you want someone from Canada ... to suck champagne from your pussy?"

Abbie giggled. "Yes." She smiled, her eyes rolling up flirtatiously. "That's what I'm saying. That is exactly what I'm saying. I want someone who is actually from Canada to drink champagne. From my pussy." Her sense of theater was dramatic, impactful, deliberate, seductive, sensual, and suggestive.

Ben felt a giant surge of arousal as Abbie repeated his words. He wasn't expecting that, and hearing Abbie say it -- hearing Abbie ask him directly to do exactly the thing he wanted to be doing -- it was all he could do to not come to an instant orgasm just looking at her.

"A girl wants what a girl wants," Ben said flippantly, squirming his way in and pushing Cory aside in the process. He pressed his face to her body, is tongue wet against her slit. Whatever Cory had been doing, it got Abbie going, because she was sopping with her own sexual juices. Ben lifted the bottle over Abbie's stomach, and poured. Very little liquid remained at this point, though he was grateful to lap up the last few drops.

"Can someone take this?" He held the bottle out to the side, not really considering who might take it, but assuming it would probably be Cory -- and he was right. Cory moved the empty bottle off to the side, giving Ben enough space to get comfortable between Abbie's legs and use both hands on her while still licking her pussy aggressively. He held both her thighs, relishing the feeling of her soft skin yet firm muscles in his hands. Cory, having dispensed with the champagne bottle, returned his attention to one of Abbie's feet, stroking the top, kissing and massaging her sole.

"Oh my god," mumbled Abbie, releasing a long kiss with Tuk, and beginning to turn the other way to look toward Carter, taking visual note of Ben and Cory along the way. One on my pussy, one on my foot, one on my tits, and one that I'm kissing ... She felt a curious combination of ecstatic and mildly embarrassed by the abundance of attention. The performance of recreating the evening's events was turning into a truly excellent choice, and she was eager and excited for the next piece of the game.