Abbie tries to play fair so the men stop bickering

"I'm ready for a new angle," Abbie announced.

She was still staring at Carter. She wanted to maintain control of the game, but didn't like the vibe that Carter was either losing interest or losing trust. Neither was the direction Abbie wanted to go. She pushed herself up and off of Cory, slowly, savoring the sensation of his long dick sliding out of her asshole.

"And clearly," she continued, "you all need a little organizational administration. So you stop fighting."

"Fighting?" Ben asked.

"Yeah, about who gets to fuck me where and for how long." She shook her head like a disappointed teacher. "I mean, really. Do you not get enough love at home?"

"No," said Carter. The others laughed.

"Okay, then." Abbie beckoned for Carter. As he moved toward her, she got on her hands and knees on the bed, her feet sticking off the end. "Carter, you're first."

"To do what?"

Abbie sighed. "Do you need an instruction manual?" This got a good laugh out of everyone except Carter. "Okay, here's what you do. First, bend over and perform oral sex on me for ten seconds. After that, you may put your penis inside my vagina -- provided you are erect enough -- and then you may have intercourse with me for one minute.

"Very specific," Cory said.

"Mm-hm." Abbie wiggled her ass and looked at Carter. "Do you approve of the guidelines?"

Carter chuckled. "Eat you, then fuck you. Got it."

Tuk cleared his throat. "If you don't want to, there's a few guys here who would gladly take your place."

"I'm good," Carter snapped.

"And what if we're not erect enough?" said Ben. "I mean -- I am, but I'm just asking in case there's protocol for that."

"Great question, Ben. If you need assistance, you should come to this side of the arena, and I will see what I can do." Abbie touched a finger to her lips alluringly, making it quite obvious what she wanted.

"Who's tracking the time?" Tuk asked.

"No one," Carter said. "It's not serious."

Abbie glared at Carter, freezing him in his tracks. "Not serious? I think you underestimate me, sir. You were quite serious in teaching me the 'Miami Method' of drinking champagne, and I am quite serious in strict time limits in order to keep drooling, horny men from fighting over who gets to fuck me next."

Cory stifled a laugh. Abbie heard him, and turned to face him, at which point he covered his mouth with one hand, but continued jerking his dick with the other.

"Are there any other complaints?"

Abbie surveyed the room. No one spoke. Either things had turned quite stark, or they were enjoying the new game so much that they were adhering strictly to Abbie's rules. As she looked at each of them, she figured that Carter may or may not be enjoying the new direction things were going, but the other three seemed on board. And Carter's weird attitude wasn't deflating her pleasure, so she didn't let it bother her.

"Good."

She settled back into position on the bed. She made a diagonal line between the foot of the bed and one side, making sure she was close to both edges. Her thought was that this would allow the men to stand on the floor around the outside of the bed, keeping them from having to climb on and off. Her knees and palms rested on top of the tousled sheets, her feet dangled off the edge behind her.

"Carter, your first ten seconds begins now. And Ben, if you still need assistance, you should bring your concerns to me here."

Ben moved quickly, holding out his cock toward Abbie's mouth. He wasn't actually in need of any assistance, and his erection was still quite strong, but it was clear (to him, at least) that the point was a blowjob, not actually helping him get hard. Abbie licked the underside of his shaft, teasing at the tip before kissing it several times, and then slowly pulling it into her mouth. Her soft lips were moist but not too wet, giving Ben a smooth friction to push against. As she sucked him off, he ran his fingers through her hair, touched her face, and reached down to grope at her breasts, none of which posed any problem to Abbie.

Carter, meanwhile, was slower to commit to licking Abbie from behind. He sauntered over, put his hands on her ass, and bent forward. He ran his tongue along her pussy, upward, and across her asshole. He repeated the same move twice more, before he heard Abbie's voice.

"That's all, Carter. You can now move onto the next phase."

Carter leaned back, but didn't change positions yet. "Oh? You want me to stop doing what I'm doing?"

Abbie nodded. "Yes. I want you to do what I've told you to do."

"Remind me," Carter said snarkily. "I have a bad memory."

Abbie smiled. She didn't particularly Carter's attitude, but she still held the upper hand, so it didn't matter. "Time is running out. You now have only forty seconds left to fuck me." She paused as she watched him stand upright, but still not move with any sense of urgency. "Thirty-five. If you even want to."

With a **** sigh, Carter stepped back into place behind Abbie, and pushed the tip of his dick against her pussy. Instantly, Abbie was more taken with the sensation and stimulation than the rules, and if Carter had asked, she'd have let him fuck her for a lot longer than thirty-five seconds. Instead, he didn't say anything, he just eased his way into her, and gently lunged back and forth.

As Abbie absorbed the steady impact from Carter, she leaned forward and resumed her oral attention on Ben. Since the beginning of the evening, Ben had been the foundation of everything. Abbie was amused -- she had imagined Carter would be more of a ringleader, back when she first saw the pair of them in the lobby. But instead, it was Ben. She knew that it was because he reminded her of Jake, and even now, even as she had his cock in her mouth and as she fully realized (and appreciated) how different the experience was from anything with Jake, she couldn't ignore that she had felt an instant camaraderie with Ben.

It was connection moments like that which validated Abbie's interest in learning about the people around her. If she had shared a drink with Ben, if she had played tennis with Ben, if she had gone to a movie with Ben -- any of these activities might have given her some kind of superficial appreciation for the man that he was. But being intimate, being literally naked, there was no veneer, no performance, just ... people.