Ben fucks Abbie (missionary)

"Well," said Ben definitively, "I'm not wasting any time here." He put his hands on Abbie's arms, helping her up off the floor, and ushered her to the sofa. The other men stepped back to make space for Ben and Abbie, somewhat startled at how fast he had moved to take control of the moment.

"I'm glad to hear it," Abbie said sweetly.

"You like being on your back?" Ben asked, feeling a little silly that he decided to ask rather than to just guide her where he wanted.

Abbie leaned forward, running her fingers down his chest, and planted a soft kiss on his lips. "I love it." She sat on the couch, her eyes keenly on Ben the whole time. As he leaned over her, she slowly fell back onto the couch. The world around her blurred as she focused exclusively on Ben, his blonde hair, his stocky build. Her eyes drifted down his body, relishing in his physique, and then landing on his stiff cock, rigidly erect. She idly floated her hand toward him, though he wasn't quite near enough to reach.

Ben brought his legs up onto the couch, first lifting Abbie's legs, holding her by the ankles, her feet limply dangling. He spread her legs and took a long look at her pussy, dropping his hand onto her body, thumbing her gently.

"You're already so wet," he said in delightful surprise.

Abbie giggled. "After everything tonight, would you expect otherwise?"

Ben chuckled to himself. His surprise was that he hadn't specifically done anything, in the last two minutes, other than tease her. But of course, the last half hour or so was more foreplay than he could fathom, certainly for her -- and even for him, despite sharing it with six other guys. He looked around the room briefly, seeing his friends all shuffling about, trying to stay more or less in the moment, even if they were no longer the star attraction.

Abbie also looked around, following Ben's line of sight. She bit her lip, gazing at each of the other men, curious how they might stay involved. Ben's touch on her body again, his hands on her thighs, and the shift of weight as he brought himself up onto the couch, all combined to bring her attention back to him. He knelt between her legs, and touched the tip of his cock against her skin.

"Is this good?" he asked her, checking in one more time before moving forward. It occurred to him, briefly, that one woman in a room with seven men, and he hoped that she was comfortable with the way things were going.

Abbie put her hands on his torso, clutching him firmly. "I'll let you know once you're inside me." She pulled on him, not quite forcing him to penetrate her, but she felt a greater pressure against her pussy. "But I'm confident it's going to feel fantastic."

Looking down at Abbie's prone figure, Ben couldn't help but smile. He ran a hand along the side of her face, down her chest, gently caressing her breasts. As he did, he gently pushed his hips forward, and felt his dick slide easily into her warm and slick pussy. As he completed his first thrust, he felt intense stimulation along his cock, and even as hard as he already was, there was an even greater arousal now that he was actually fucking her.

Abbie moaned loudy. She kept her hands on Ben's body, digging her fingertips into his skin. Her feet flexed for a moment, then relaxed as she felt Ben settle into a pattern, pushing in and out of her. "Mm," she whimpered. "I was right. I was exactly right." She stared into his eyes, one of her arms sliding up and around the back of his neck. "It does feel absolutely fantastic."

Abbie gazed up at Ben dreamily, watching his face, appreciating his muscular build, running her hands along his arms and chest. She found some humor in the contrast between what she saw in him (pumping hard, grunting occasionally, sweating a little, his jaw tight) and what she imagined she looked like (calm, relaxed, graceful). It's not to say that she was unmoved by Ben's effort -- quite the contrary. She was feeling more and more aroused with each forceful thrust. Her vagina was tingling with electricity as Ben's thick cock filled and stretched her. In fact, she would likely have been on the verge of an orgasm, if she weren't also constantly distracted by the other six men swarming around her trying to stay involved in the action.

She giggled at the reality of what surround her. Looking to the sides, looking over her head, all that she could see were penises -- six of them, to be precise. Each was unique and distinct in its own way. Some longer, thicker, harder, though none of those criteria really swayed her focus, as she did as much as she could to play with all of them equally. If she could reach one, she would, and stroke it, teasing the tip with her thumb. If one got closer and fell against her face, she'd turn and open her mouth, attempting to tongue it or draw it between her lips.

The six men around her head didn't squabble, fortunately, and simply took turns, making room for each other, each of them getting a fair fraction of Abbie's attention. A suck here, a stroke here, her hand reaching back to touch a leg. Sometimes the men would reach out for a quick grope of Abbie as well, squeezing her tits, touching her face, rubbing her arms.

Ben, meanwhile, stayed in his spot between her legs. His hands were on her hips, clutching her ass, pushing her thighs into the air. He pumped into her pussy with **** and purpose, driving his thick cock deep inside her with each thrust, pulling her waist against him to keep her in position on the couch.