Abbie gets a handful of Wayne

"I don't want to sound greedy or anything, but Abbie, honey -- why aren't you spending any time with me?" said Wayne. "I'm over here dying, and you're messing around with those losers."

Abbie laughed. "I could never forget you. You're my favorite!"

"You hear that, guys. I'm her favorite." He looked at Abbie. "You want a real favorite?"

"Yes!"

"You want to see what's in here?" He gestured at his crotch.

"Yes!" She bounded over to Wayne, and needing no more invitation, pulled his pants down around his legs. His giant cock sprang to life. She wrapped a hand around his cock. It was too much for one hand, so she used two. "Wow! How do you even stand up straight? This is enormous!" She jerked it a little bit, and felt it grow. "Oh, and it gets bigger? What is a girl to do ...?"

She pulled on it, jerked it, spit on it, and squeezed the head of it.

"You want to do anything more?" he asked her.

"I would ..." Her eyes widened and she nodded. "I would definitely like to do something more."

"Please, be my guest, Abbie." Wayne leaned his head back as Abbie attempted to suck his dick into her mouth. She worked on the head for a bit, then some of the shaft -- and inch, two inches, and soon had about half of it in her mouth, sucking away, and using her hands to stroke the base of the shaft.

She came up gasping for air. The other three men circled around, and Abbie realized she was now surrounded by the men.

"Let's kick this party up a notch," said Clark.

"Ooh, what do you have in mind?" asked Abbie.

Clark swiftly unzipped his fly, and pulled out his rapidly growing cock. "I don't know, Abbie. I'm having trouble coming up with a good idea. How about you, Brad?"

Brad glanced at Clark, and then eyed Abbie from top to bottom. He pulled his dick out of his pants and stroked it a bit. "I wish I knew, Clark. I'm kind of at a loss."

Nate spoke next. "Look, Abbie, it is getting kind of late." He undid his pants, and slowly reached in to release his stiff dick. "If we're struggling this much to think of another activity, maybe it's time to call it a night."

Abbie looked at the four men, one after the next. "I get it. It's late. And I'm probably boring to all of you." She giggled, and was having trouble keeping a straight face during this silly banter. "I wish I could do something that would kind of, um, perk your interest. But I'm having a really hard, hard time ... coming ... up with a plan."