Abbie picks up where she left off

Abbie spun around to face Ben. "Yes, absolutely." She looked up and down at Ben, standing there as naked as she was. "Where did we leave off?"

Ben took a breath, and thought. "Well, you were in the middle of giving me and Carter the best night of our lives, and then all of these circus animals showed up."

Abbie laughed. She hadn't really thought about it much, but despite the diversity of the group and the various levels of 'cool' amongst the friends, Ben's simple appeal touched Abbie the deepest. She looked at each of them, wondering how much of what they'd shown so far was their authentic selves, and how much was performance for the gorgeous naked woman they were all hoping to get a little closer to.

Abbie pushed Ben backward toward the couch. "You might have to remind me ..." She faced Ben as he walked backwards, eventually falling back onto the sofa, about a cushion-and-a-half away from Carter. Abbie leaned forward, resting her hands on Ben's knees. Her breasts swung lightly as she lowered herself between his legs and knelt on the floor.

She heard some shuffling of feet behind her, perhaps a gasp or an awkward cough. Maybe none of these guys have ever been around each other during sex before? she wondered. But if Ben has no objection, then neither do I. She took hold of Ben's dick, which was still quite rigid, and ran her tongue along its length. She teased the tip, sucking a little bit, and then slipped her mouth over the top and took him back into her throat.

A bit of commotion in her peripheral vision caught Abbie's attention, but she continued sucking on Ben, only shifting her eyes to try to catch sight of her surroundings. Carter slid down the couch back toward Abbie, and she eagerly reached out for him with her hand, stroking him tenderly as she blew Ben.

She felt a hand on her ass, but only knew that it wasn't Ben or Carter -- but she didn't want to turn around and break the moment she had with Ben, so she simply allowed the mystery hand to get a good feel. A second hand joined (maybe the same person, maybe not, Abbie had no idea), and she worked her hips to push against whoever it was.

Two figures appeared to either side, though from Abbie's vantage point, all she could see were shoes and pants. Glancing down at them, she realized that she had no recollection of whose shoes were whose. To her left, woven leather shoes with loose beige pants of rayon or silk ... to her right, casual brown and white walking shoes and dark jeans with the cuffs slightly tattered. Abbie's curiosity was piqued, and she couldn't help smiling to herself trying to recall details about the men she had just met.

This isn't like you, Abbie, she thought. You usually have a better memory for these kinds of details.

Swiftly, she shifted to her right and slipped her mouth over Carter's dick, choosing to stroke Ben for a while in a swap. Carter hadn't sustained his erection, so as Abbie sucked on him, she worked harder to stimulate him and work him up again. The hands on her ass got a bit more aggressive, pulling and spreading. She still had no idea who it was (of course, if you can't remember their shoes, how could you possibly know what their hands feel like?), but the mystery didn't bother her.

As she worked her mouth on Carter, she felt someone touch her right arm, lifting it. She shifted her eyes to the side, and saw that whoever had the tattered dark jeans now also had those same jeans open at the top, and was bringing her free hand up to jerk him off a bit. Finally, unable to resist the urge to know, she glanced up and recognized Diego, who was smiling at her. His winning charm radiated a confidence that had Abbie more than a little bit excited. She kept bringing her soft lips back to Carter's thickening cock, but periodically she'd glance up again at Diego, each time increasing the energy she put into stroking him. Once she felt that Carter had found his libido again, Abbie alternated between leaning down over Carter and twisting her body to her right to give Diego some oral attention in addition to jerking him off.

More and more, she shifted her focus toward Diego, eventually turning herself to face him a bit more, and relegating Carter to a left-handed handjob instead. She briefly glanced to her left and saw Ben get up from the couch and move behind it, and in the same shift of position, Henry slipped in to her left, eager enough that he pushed his pants down just enough to free his dick, and leaned toward Abbie.

"Mm, I don't think I've tried this one yet ..." Abbie grinned as she looked up at Henry.

"And yet you seem very open to the idea," Henry countered.

Abbie pulled on his pants, tugging them further down, revealing more of his lean legs. "That sounds like me."

Behind her, whoever had his hands on her ass was also leaning in to lick her from behind. A tongue darted in and out of her ass and along the length of her pussy. Abbie flexed her legs and feet in response, a thrilling tingle running through her body. She kept giving Henry a thorough sucking, though shifted occasionally to Carter (still on the couch) and Diego (to her right).

Henry, Carter, Diego ... Abbie thought to herself. And there's Ben. Who does that leave? She didn't want to turn around and look, but was increasingly more and more curious. Cory! she thought. It's got to be Cory. She wiggled her ass, giving indication to the mystery man that he should continue what he was doing -- which he did.

Turning to her right, expecting to see Diego, Abbie now caught sight of Khalid, stroking his dark and thick penis, and taking small steps toward her, looking for an opportunity to get in on the fun.

"Don't be shy," Abbie said before slipping her lips back over Henry. She quickly faced Khalid again. "That won't do you any favors."

Khalid chuckled. "So just ... nudge my way in?"

Abbie giggled and reached out toward him. "Works for me." She gave Khalid's cock a quick squeeze and a slightly less quick suck, then offered the same to Diego, and then to Henry.

Behind her, the tongue along her ass was joined by fingers which now poked at her pussy. She was struggling to maintain composure, with the fingering and licking behind her becoming more and more arousing and distracting. A hand reached forward along her left side, touching her shoulder, her back, her arm, and then taking hold of her hand. She recognized that with seven men surrounding her, keeping track of who was where was going to become a futile exercise.

She clutched the hand to her left, and then turned, seeing Tuk pulling her toward him. She canvassed the group now -- looking at each one, their eyes twinkling down at her, their grins anywhere from devious to giddy. As she attempted to remember names and faces, she suddenly realized which one was out of view.

"Cory," she said softly. Wrapping her fingers around two hard cocks to either side of her (though she didn't entirely pay attention to whose), she turned her head to look back.

Cory lifted his head up to gaze back at Abbie, taking a brief hiatus from licking her ass. "All this okay for you, baby?" he asked, trusting that he already knew the answer.

Abbie smiled. "Mm, you know it is."

Cory resumed tonguing Abbie from behind, and Abbie resumed her oral attention on the other six. By this point, the group had essentially circled her, and she rose up on her knees as tall as she could, moving amongst the lot of them with as much steady attention as two hands and a mouth could provide. She varied her efforts as she traded off, sometimes tonguing, licking, sucking hard, sucking soft, deep throating, jerking them forcefully, gently -- but never stopping. She loved how thick and full they all felt to her, solid and hard, filling her hands and her mouth.

Lifting her eyes upward (while keeping her mouth occupied, of course), she watched each of them watching her, wondering what they thought about as they looked at her. Clearly they're enjoying this, she thought. But do they like being touched, being licked, being sucked? Are they looking at my face? My body?

As she knelt there in front of them, they had plenty to look at, and sometimes, in a brief pause as she shifted her hands from one guy to the next, she'd stretch her back out and caress her breasts. Her mind flashed back to the lobby, back to when she first saw Ben and Carter there. Back when they were dressed, when they hadn't spoken to her, when she was still hanging out with Jake and with Michelle.

Jake, she thought with a giggle. Wow, if he only knew what was happening with me right now. She didn't consider that he'd have any issue with it -- after all, she didn't have any issue with it. And it was clear that none of the guys around her had any issue with it.

She eyed them all once again, their rock hard dicks bouncing around her face. Cory had joined the group as well, and even though his oral fixation on her was nothing short of ecstasy, she was excited to give his dick a taste as well. He was dark, extremely long, though Abbie gave her best effort to get her mouth over the entire thing (and succeeded). Keeping her mouth on Cory for a while, her eyes caught Ben's, and he took a breath as if he had something to say.

"Mm?" Abbie murmured, her lips around Cory's shaft.

Ben smiled. "Nah, nothing."

Abbie leaned back, jerking Cory, but pulling her mouth off him so she could speak. "Tell me."

"Well," Ben began. "I don't want to sound greedy, but I couldn't help imagining ... what would it be like if you, I don't know, let one of us ... fuck you?"