the recap: champagne everywhere

"That was certainly unexpected," Abbie said, returning to the group. "I was starting to think you were going to do exactly the thing I asked you not to."

"Never," said Cory. "We just got distracted."

"Distracted?" Abbie looked perplexed. "With each other?"

Tuk laughed. "No. Arguing over who got to do what to you, and how much of it you might let us do again."

Abbie stepped closer to Tuk and put her hand on his chest. "And what were the results of that discussion?"

"Results?" Tuk replied. "It's not for us to decide, baby!"

"Mm, good answer." She gave Tuk a quick kiss, and then faced the others. "So what was the first thing that happened?"

Carter stepped forward. "We brought you in here, me and Ben, and started sharing some champagne."

"Right!" Abbie skipped over toward the couch. "I think I sat here, and you both made a mess of me!"

"Sounds about right." Ben joined Abbie at the couch. "Do we have anything more to drink?"

"I can crack open another bottle," said Carter. He opened the armoire again, and the refrigerator inside, and pulled out a second bottle of champagne.

Abbie flung herself back into the couch, excited at the prospect of replaying things with the men. "I think you tried to teach me how people drink champagne in Miami, isn't that right?"

Carter chuckled. He had undone the foil wrap and the wires on the top of the champagne bottle, and was warming the neck to get the cork to pop free. "Yeah, Miami."

"How do they drink champagne in Miami?" Cory asked, giving Carter a glare.

"Oh, I can show you, Cory," said Abbie innocently. "Carter, once you get that bottle open --" Just then, the cork popped, and Carter extended the bottle to Abbie. "The main thing," she continued, wiggling into the place on the couch, "is to -- here, come sit next to me, Cory -- he's going to pour the champagne, and you'll have to try to catch it as it drips."

"Pour it? Where?"

"Oh, sorry, I didn't say -- on my tits."

"I missed the lesson, too, didn't I?" Tuk called out.

"You did," agreed Abbie. "Come here, sit on this side. Carter, it will work this way, right? The, uh, Miami method?" As Abbie spoke, Tuk settled in next to her. He and Cory were both quite handsy, casually feeling groping Abbie's body with no real boundaries expected by any of them. Abbie did her share of touching as well, fingering each of their cocks a little as they all sat together.

Carter chuckled. "Sure. The Miami method."

"Great," said Abbie, turned to each side to check in with Cory and Tuk. "You two get ready."

"Get ready?" Cory asked. "How?"

"I didn't realize you'd need specific instructions," Abbie continued. "Carter's going to pour champagne on my body, because apparently that's something he learned in south Florida. The champagne is going to cascade down my skin, and as it runs over my breasts, you're going to lick it up."

"Understood," Cory said with a smirk. "I'm ready."

"Ready," echoed Tuk.

They each took hold of one of Abbie's breasts, Cory to one side, Tuk to the other. Carter stood behind the couch, and held the champagne bottle above Abbie's head.

"Do you want to taste it first?" Carter asked.

Abbie leaned her head back so she was staring upward at Carter. "Yes!" She opened her mouth, ready for him to pour the champagne in. He slowly tilted the bottle, and a stream of bubbly came forth, splashing against Abbie's face. "Carter!" she shrieked. "I forgot how bad your aim was!"

"Sorry," Carter said unapologetically. "Here, maybe this will help." He shifted his position, and this time, rested his dick against Abbie's lips as he poured, the champagne now splashing on both her face and his cock.

Clearly enjoying it, Abbie flicked her tongue out at him, licking his penis, getting a small bit of champagne in the process. Half drinking, half laughing, she lay back with her mouth open as Carter wiggled his dick in her face, playfully dribbling champagne on her.

"Not to complain," said Cory, "but the Miami Method isn't delivering much of a beverage to those of us on the ground."

Ben chuckled at this as he watched from a short distance. Tuk, who had been plenty focused on fondling Abbie's tits, looked up at Cory, then at Carter, then at Abbie.

"No complaints here either," he said, and returned to playing with Abbie's body.

Carter paused his pour, and once Abbie was generally safe from further incoming champagne, she sat up, wiping her face and mouth with her hand, and licking her fingers suggestively as she flirtatiously blinked at the men around her.

"Nor here," said Abbie. "But that's not the Miami Method."

"She's right," agreed Carter. "That was this." With no hesitation, he leaned further over the couch and poured a stream of cold liquid down onto Abbie's chest. Cory and Tuk quickly dove in to lap up the champagne, and more to the point, to lick and suck Abbie's breasts. Tuk's efforts were laser-focused on her nipple, which was hardened from both the cold champagne and Tuk's arousing attention. Cory was a little slower in his actions, but also tended to more of Abbie's body, his long fingers wrapping along her breast, touching her side, and his tongue working wider circles around her nipple.

Abbie, once again, fell back into the couch, giving herself over to the men's attention. With Carter leaning harder against the back of the couch, he pushed his dick into Abbie's face again, this time a bit more aggressively than before. Abbie parted her lips, happy to take Carter in her mouth, and reached her hands back to hold and squeeze his thighs and ass as she did.

"Oh no!" Abbie exclaimed, extracting herself from underneath Carter's weight.

"What is it?" Cory asked, looking up to her.

"This wasn't how it happened," she explained. "Carter sat on the couch here, he wasn't behind me like this."

Cory looked back at Carter, who answered, "she's right." He walked around to the front of the sofa, and shrugged at Cory. "I guess you'll have to move."

"I guess so," said Cory, who stood, suddenly seemed even taller than Abbie remembered him. He stood in front of her, and grinned as he found her sexy smile irresistible. "I won't go far," he said.

"I hope you won't," Abbie said sweetly.

Carter handed the bottle to Ben, who had stepped in behind the couch. "Didn't you pour last time?"

"Sure," said Ben with a careless shrug. "Sure, in this alleged routine that we invented in order to get our hands and mouths all over this goddess's body -- I poured." He looked at the bottle. "Is this any good?"

"It's delicious," said Abbie.

Ben nodded, and smiled at Abbie. "Right, I remember." He thought back to when he was down on the floor between her legs, drinking champagne from her pussy. He chuckled to himself, and shook his head, knowing that it didn't matter who sat where or who poured what, the evening was going to get better and better.