9 comments/ 21008 views/ 3 favorites Abigail and Steve By: ILienBagby Abigail and Steven: Abigail's work has been shown at major museums. Also, she is a member of the faculty at the University. She is beautiful, intelligent and sensual. She is imaginative, emotional and creative. She loves sex, especially sex with Steve. As she has expressed herself to Steve, "Sex is wonderful. But when we fuck, it is thrilling, sublime, beautiful AND wonderful. I come, I come and I come and each come is better than the previous come." It is this sublime emotion that she attempts to express by color, line, and brushstroke onto her large canvases, her prize-winning, sought-after art. One more thing must be mentioned. She has, as our story gets underway, on the spur of the moment, without plan or preconception, become the female participant in a gang bang. (about which, more in a moment.) Steven is a physicist. He is employed as a senior researcher at Graham Institute where he is working on applications for his own groundbreaking developments with lasers. He is logical, unemotional and clear-headed. Steve understands that the universe is at its root made up of captured energy, electrons and quarks and other small things that move and jump in unpredictable, spontaneous ways. Likewise, he understands that larger things, atoms conglomerate into human beings for instance, move in similar unpredictable ways. He would no more criticize Abigail for being spontaneous than he would criticize a quantum for its simultaneous existence as both particle and wave. They are facts of life. It is what makes electrons interesting. It is what makes Abigail much more interesting, believe it or not, than even quanta. He is as in love with Abagail as she is in love with him, for each of them a love that passeth all understanding. And, of course, they each love the sex the other brings. Each loves sex and loves the sex they share. Put the words, 'straight,' 'dirty,' 'kinky,' 'free,' 'transcendent, 'amazing,' 'heavenly' and 'explorative' together in one sentence and you might come close to describing the sex between Steve and Abigail. Our story begins with Abigail. ################################ She was preparing to end her little fuck fest, the hard screwing, this mini-orgy she was engaged in. She needed to end it. Right now! It had been fun though surely NOT transcendent. The past hour and a half had been good though not wonderful, a bit kinky though not amazing. And, all things that were merely good have to end, even this fuck-bang. So far she had enjoyed a few tingling, clit driven orgasms, still, she had to end it. Really, she thought, she oughtn't to have begun it. But first, just one more orgasm, that was all. She was soooo close. She held tight to the guy fucking her.. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and neck; her long legs wound about his thighs, her heels pressed against the back of his knees. She savored the feel of it while he moved his hard cock deep into and all around her so moist cunt. Finally, this last orgasm flitted its way through her body, warming her thighs, tickling her stomach and swelling her breasts. Finally, she was ready to close out this wanton exercise in debauched sex. She had to stop. Time was passing. She shouldn't have started this anyway, she realized now. Actually, she had realized that even before she had started, but Abigail, as usual, had followed her emotions. Logic, convention were nothing when they competed with feelings. She took a deep breath, bent each of her arms at the elbow and opened her hands wide against his chest. It took a lot less work than she thought it would to push the guy who had been laying on top of her off of her body. He was in mid stroke pleasuring her clit and the inner folds of her cunt, but she pushed him off. The guy slid off and out of her so easily. The heavy sheen of sweat on each of their bodies facilitated the man's slippery slide off of her body. "That's it. I got to go," she said. Sweat dripped from her forehead. Her chest above her tits was sodden. Drops of salty- sweat flowed into the cleavage between her tits. Her stomach was soaked. Her cunt was dripping gooey semen onto the sheet underneath her. . "Hey," the guy who had just been evicted from her cunt in the middle of a great fucking said, "You can't just quit like that." "Sorry," she said as she sat up, getting ready to get off the damp (from sweat, from cunt juice, from cum) bed. She stood five foot eight. Her body was an athlete's body, honed and strong. She was beautiful in a non-blonde way. But right now, Abigail Logan thought, she must look to be the most fucked out cunt that ever was. "Yeah, and what about us?" said one of the two other guys in the room. He was sitting on an easy chair across from the bed. He was naked, too, his cock limp but shiney. "And me, what about me?" said the third man, also naked, also with a shrunken, matted with goo, used up cock. "I'm sorry," she said. She was standing up now, picking up items of clothes from where they had been dropped around the room. "Maybe we can do this again some other time." That was stupid. Why did she say that? she thought. "No fair." "I said I was sorry." "You're being a fucking cock tease," said the guy sitting on the easy chair. She stopped to fasten the snap on her skirt. She looked at him, a curl of her mouth indicating her disdain for his comment. "You've fucked me. You had a blow job, and I saw you jacking off while I was blowing your buddy. You want a chance at more of that at any time in this life, shut up with that cock tease shit. And do you see my other shoe anywhere?" ########## Her shoe recovered, she put it on and left the room. She walked quickly down one flight of stairs, and hurried out to the street towards her car. She looked at her phone. Good, it was still early. Steve would still be at the lab. She had been afraid that the guys would keep her there a bit longer, at least as long as it would take for her to finish them off with one more blow job. But they hadn't insisted. Thank the lord for small favors. In her car, she rolled her window down. God, she was filling the car with the stink of sex, her sweat, pussy juice and the guy's jism. She hit the dial button on her phone. Stephen answered. "Can you get over to the house? It's important. As fast as you can." She didn't wait for his reply. She hung up. When she got home, she ran up the stairs, threw her clothes off and into the hamper and jumped under the shower. She needed to wash the smell off of her, to get clean before Steve, her great love Steve, arrived. ############# She was wrapping her wet hair in a towel when she heard the front door open and shut and Steve walking up the stairs. She put a terry cloth robe on and walked out to greet him. "Hey, what's up? Why the sudden call?" he asked as he kissed her on the cheek. "Oh Steve, oh Steve. Steve, Steve, Steve," she said, "Something happened." "What? What happ....?" He stopped. "Sex?" he asked. He had read the signs. Her face flushed, her body glowing. He knew that whatever it was that had happened, it had to have to do with sex. "Yes, my love. Yes, darling. Oh my dearest Steve." She dropped to her knees. "Darling Steve. I am sorry. I am so sorry. But I let something happen. No, I made something happen." "Fuck," he said. He looked at her. He looked at her some more. "Aren't you going to say anything?" she asked. "Fuck," he repeated. Here he was, getting ready to listen to what she had to say. She had had sex with someone. A man? A woman? Who? He would have to be the Vulcan in this situation; he would have to call forth his Mister Spock! He was not happy with the fact that she was going to tell him something her demeanor indicated that he didn't want to hear. He was not happy that it was impossible to know with certainty the position and momentum of a subatomic particle. But she did what she did. Particles did what they did. So, he dealt with what things did, what she did. Besides which, Steve understood that in some fundamental way he was connected to Abigail forever, entangled as were quibits in Bell's theorem, tied together regardless of space or even time. She had her back to him. She was pulling clothes out of her closet. "Go downstairs, go to the kitchen," she said, "I need to get myself together first. Let me think. I'll get dressed and I'll join you and we'll talk." He looked at her, the lovely curve of her back like Manet's Odalesque. He stared as if a clue to what was coming would be revealed by her clavicle. But there was no clue. "Hurry," he said. "I'll wait." He went downstairs... He poured himself a cup of coffee from the always ready pot and sat down. He was finishing his coffee when, finally, she joined him in the kitchen. "Stevie, Stevie," she said even before she sat down, "You have got to know that you are my man, my only man, the only man that I love. You know that you are the man in my life, the man I need in my life." "And?" he asked. She thought it best to just say it... "I got myself gangbanged," she said, her voice rueful.. "What happened?" He said, his voice somewhere between attentive, sad and a sigh. "I don't know," she said. "I don't know.......Oh, God, its just happened. I didn't mean it to happen. Oh I did mean it to happen. I knew. It was my fault. I knew it would happen. I knew something would happen if I stepped out of the car. I am sorry. I am so sorry." "What happened," he repeated. He wanted to slow things down. "I was driving home from class. I'm having my problems with my new canvas. I can't get it to resolve itself. "It had been a rough day. "I didn't know why I was so horny. It had to do with the painting. I knew I needed to unwind. I decided the stop the car and to take a short walk. I was walking and I saw Murray Rathbone, he was an adjunct in the department a couple of years ago sitting on the little porch in front of his house. He recognized me, and we began to speak. We were talking about school and about some of the students he remembered from when he taught. I started to talk about the painting, the troubles I was having with it. It's all about sex, our sex. You know that, Steve, but it's abstract and somehow, although I had no trouble getting the vivid energy to express itself, its sensuality won't come out. Steve, I got horny talking about what I was trying for in the painting... It isn't even horny. It's more. It's everything. Steve, I got crazy and started to think in colors.. It's as if everything but my cunt and my tits shut off. He was listening... I was standing there half looking at him and half looking at the cars parked on the street. I looked down and noticed that he was getting hard down there. I must have been shooting phrenomes at him. And, oh my god, my cunt started juicing up; my nipples get hard. I could feel my clit poking past its sheath. Oh Jesus, oh God, oh jesus. Jesus jesus. I am such a slut. Steve, I was going to walk away from there and call you to come over quick and take care of me. But he touched me. It was just on the elbow, the tip of my elbow. And it was with only one finger. It was nothing. It was an accidental touch, but I suddenly couldn't breathe. All I could think was Murray's cock. I could see that he had an erection and that he had a man-sized cock. I couldn't think of anything else but cock in my cunt and fucking me. I wanted to see it. I wanted to touch it, his cock. I wanted to suck it. My mouth was watering. My pussy was wet, my clit hard. Steve, please forgive me." He listened to her carefully. He maintained eye contact. He was being Mr. Spock. It was clear to Steve that Abigail needed to tell her story, the she needed him to hear it. "Steve! Thank you." He looked at her, a quizzical expression on his face. "You know why!" she said, "Because you listen to me. "I need to tell you. I need to get it off my chest. I need that you know everything." "Why?" "So you can forgive me?" She started to cry. Tears gathered in her eyes and several tear drops began to run down her cheeks. "Because then, you might understand? And weird as this may sound, when I tell you what happened, I feel as if it will help me stop being such a slut." Steve was a physicist. He studied data and worked at understanding what it meant. He nodded to her, indicating that she should go on. "I know that if I told you, it would somehow be the best way to attempt at stopping myself from acting out my urges," she said. "But it's like I just shut off everything. Nothing is working, only my cunt and my clit. They are on fire. My brain is shouting 'cock! hard cock! Big cock! Long cock! Taste it. Feel it.'" Abigail didn't know why she needed to tell Steve every detail, only that she did. She remembered one time when she was still an undergraduate and one of her instructors, a psychology instructor, told the class something about recreating an experience in words, making it real by describing every nuance. The instructor said that if this were done well enough to describe it completely, it would become 'actualized' and the experience would no longer exist but in the story. It would have been 'actualized' out of existence. She recalled that the instructor had said that some investigators believed that this 'actualization' was a big part of why psychoanalysis worked. So, she began the story. "Steve, I took his hand and asked him to show me his apartment. I started to unbutton my blouse as we walked up the stairs. I was half undressed before he closed his front door. My heart was beating, my pussy was soaking. Oh, there were two other guys there, sitting on his couch, his roommates? His friends? I didn't ever find out. They were smoking a joint. He hadn't mentioned that they would be there. Maybe he had, but I hadn't heard, I didn't care. I didn't want to care. I was too hot. I wanted that cock!" She looked at Steve to see if she could tell how he was reacting. He didn't look to be angry. He looked maybe a little sad. "Steve. We ended up on the couch. Steve, this is crazy. It was he and I fooling around, getting. Naked. I was out of my mind. My cunt was on fire. His friends, roommates, whoever, they were there and they were looking uncomfortable. I was down to my panties. He sort of suggested to them that they leave. But they didn't, they just sat there. They were quiet. They looked confused. I felt sorry for them that they were confused. I wasn't. I knew exactly what I wanted.. I wanted, I needed cock. I had never been surrounded by cocks and been in a gangbang, And I wanted those hard, excited cocks against my skin, touching me. In me. One of them, the one closest to me was wearing sweat pants. Murray took my hand and moved it to the guy's crotch. His prick was hard and it felt so big. And I just got the cock out and I kissed it, I opened my mouth and swallowed the head of his cock and then the whole cock and I blew him. Steve, the truth is, I wanted to blow him. I wanted to taste his cock, feel his cock against my tongue, against the roof of my mouth. While he was sliding his big red cock into and out of my mouth, the guy, the other one, got off the couch, came behind me and started to screw me doggie. I didn't like it, but that was only because I couldn't fully concentrate on the prick I was sucking. I'm not sure, but I think Murray told him to fuck me. He didn't even take my panties off, just moved the gusset so he could get his prick in. Then somebody suggested we move to the bedroom. Steve, I am so bad. I took my panties off. We were all naked. I fucked each of them in turn. I sucked each of them. I did them two at a time. I swallowed. I kissed their cocks and played with their cocks to get them hard after they came so we could fuck some more. I never stopped to think about anything but their cocks and my cunt. "Steve, you don't know. You don't know what it is like to be in the middle. I was the middle of everything. Cocks and hands and bodies all around me and all wanting me, my feel, my touch, my body. They were all so hard because of me. They were hard for me, for me. Everything was electric. Every nerve on my body was alive. It was as if I was just one big thing and every part of me was turned on, was just building, building, building for an orgasm, building for me to cum. And when I started to cum, it was as if it wasn't going to stop. Cum after rolling cum. Any one of them touched me anywhere with his prick or with his hand, or with any part of him and I came." She was crying now, looking at Steve. She wasn't sure if she was crying because of what had happened or because it wasn't happening at that very moment.. "Every time I took the head of a cock past my lips and into my mouth, I came. A cock entered my cunt, I came. My clit was touched I came. A hard cock ran across my back side, I came. A guy called me a slut, I came. "I didn't like any of the guys. I didn't want to know who they were, what they thought. I didn't care that they were getting off except that getting them off made me powerful by making them weak... I just wanted the feel of their cocks and cum from them. Nothing like when I'm with you, Steve. Steve, we make love. I come slow and it's beautiful, I am in a world that is perfect! I love it when you come because your come is strong. I love it. I feel loved. I know who I am with, and I know that you know who you are with." ################# AN UNEXPECTED QUESTION Steve, who had been sitting quietly, cleared his throat to get her attention. His voice was low but distinct. "Did they use rubbers?" Her mouth opened. Her eyes widened. "Oh my god. I never thought of it. It never entered my mind." He continued, "Did you promise the guys a return engagement?" She thought for a while. "I don't recall exactly. I may have said something about a next time. It was only so I could get out of there." "Abigail, do you understand that you may have them come looking for you? You understand about s.t.d.'s? Your contract at the university has a morals clause in it. Can you see yourself at a meeting with the department chairman? With the dean?" "What if I just always had condoms with me?" she said. It took Steve a count of five heartbeats to realize that she had made a joke. "Sorry," she said. "I know that what you are saying is not a joke," Steve knew that he loved her. He knew for sure that they were the two halves that made Plato's one. She was the yang to his yin. He was the sober, logical physicist. She was the emotional, extemporaneous artist. He was tall. Well, she was tall also. When they were together, they were happy. Even right at this moment, while she was crying and he was trying as hard as he could to figure a way to help her out of whatever it was she needed to be out of. He was exhilarated that they were together, joyous in a way that he never was when he was not in her presence. At his most basic level of understanding, Steve knew that at its essence this world was a Chaotic jumble of atoms and forces that were held together in ways physicists could describe with mathematical formulas but that were still magical. He understood in the same way that the force that held him to Abigail and she to him was just as mysterious but was also just as powerful and real as gravity or dark matter which no one had ever seen but which his compatriots in science swore held the whole universe together. Steve looked at her for it must have been more than a minute. "Why did you call me?" "When? What are you asking?" "Why did you call me today after you fucked those guys? What was the purpose of the call?" "I told you. I needed you to help me to understand myself. And I need you to forgive me." "That's it?" This time she was silent, thinking. She was pacing the room now. Finally, she stopped and looked at Steve. "I didn't want it to be me sneaking around. I didn't want that what I was doing was something I was doing behind your back." Abigail and Steve "You could have waited until I got home. Why that moment? You said we had to discuss something. That it was important." Again, Abigail was silent. She went to the window and looked out. She shook her head and returned to where Steve was sitting. "I called because I wanted you to help me stop what I was doing. I'm not crazy. I know what you said about the s.t.d.'s and about stalking, and about the department head and the dean. Although rumors that I am a wild slut would probably help sales at my next New York exhibit, I understand that I need to stop this from ever happening again." She knelt down at sat on the floor in front of him. She laid her chin on his knees. She looked upwards. "Steve, can we have sex?" Steve looked down at Abigail. Her still wet hair cascaded in sweeping rhythms around her beautiful face. Oh, this was hard: "No, not until you get tested for std's," he said. "Can I give you a blow job?" "Abigail, no more jokes. No more teasing. Why did you call me to come right over?" "Damn it, Steve. I needed to speak it out. I needed to get rid of it." Her voice became so intense that, although her voice was almost a whisper, it seemed to be a scream. She thought hard. "Telling you, I would be getting it out of me. It would be out of me and somewhere else. I think that if I say about it, it'll be gone. I remember one class. A yoga class. Or a class about Zen. I forget which. No, It was a psychology class. We learned that we could actualize something. If we could create a situation in our imagination, make it real in our mind, and, by actualizing it, we could be rid of it. I think Freud or someone developed the idea. Have I already told you this?" Steve worked at understanding what Abigail had just explained. "Ok, I get what you are saying. I heard that theory about actualization explained to me once. I remember a friend getting rid of a headache by locating where it was, what its color was, how thick and hard it was, what its shape was and, after doing that, finding that the headache had disappeared. But you've already told me about what happened today." "And it helped," Abigail said. "Today's experience is completely out of my system." Abigail smiled. She was still kneeling on the floor. Steve was sitting on the couch and she was between his legs. She smiled up at him, "and, if I am not mistaken," she said, "your cock sort of was at attention while I was describing what happened." He didn't deny it. "My idea," she continued, "is that I tell you all about an imaginary group fuck. I tell you all about it. I will be getting rid of that experience before it happens. Actualizing something that hasn't happened." She began to rub the inside of his thigh. "Maybe I can suck your cock while I tell." "No sex," he reminded her, "None at all. Not until you are checked by the clinic." She had the most beautiful legs, long shapely. "Shall I describe my imaginary group fuck? I'll tell it as if it is a story about something that happened to me." "I'll listen." "Let me think." She thought for a few seconds. "Got it." She began: "Make it real," where the last words he said as he put his hands at the back of his head, leaned back, and looked at her wide, open, dark eyes, which were as intent, as they were for any task she undertook, as intent as they were when she prepared to put a brushstroke on a canvas.. ############## ABIGAIL'S ACTUALIZATION: AN EXPERIMENT "I'm in a car. We are coming back from a show. I don't know how I ended up in a car with four guys. I know, my rental had some sort of problem and this ride was offered. Anyway, there I am. The car is a Lexus, a sedan. Big, an LS still with its new car smell. I'm in the rear seat between two guys. The driver and one other guy in the front. Are you listening? I'm trying to make this story as real as I can make it." "Yes, I'm listening. Go on." "I don't feel any reaction from you." She ran her fingers along Steve's thigh. "You just started. Continue," he said, "you're the one who is doing the actualization." "I am going to make this story hot. I'm going to make you sorry you won't have sex without some stupid test first." Abigail stopped. She waited for a response from Steve. There was none. He just smiled an encouraging smile, mouthed a silent, 'go on,' "Okay. Anyhow their hands are slowly, slowly moving up my silky smooth thighs. I have spread my legs a bit, separated my knees to allow the guys more space to move their hands towards my pussy. Oh, I am so hot. I have decided I am going to be an all out fuck-slut for them. "My pussy is so wet and, finally, their hands are there. Each of the guys has put his hand right next to my inflamed labia, and I can feel their fingers just staying there, moving ever so slightly, inching their way towards the folds of my excited cunt. They must sense each other's hand. The inner edge of each hand is flat against where my thigh and torso meet. Their thumbs are not quite meeting but are tight just above my belly button. "It is sooooo hot. I am soooo hot. "I open my knees even wider. I lift my ass up off the seat and pull the hem of my dress up past where their hands are. I want to let them know just how wild I am feeling. One of the guys has loosened the top of my dress and moved it down and now my dress, the top and the bottom, are bunched up at my waist. Except for the dress bunched around my waist and the shoes on my feet, I am completely naked. "All the while, I am breathing hard. I am not saying anything, maybe 'hmmmm' and I am moaning a little. I am not doing anything to stop them. I want them to do what they are doing. "Steve, I want to get fucked! I want it. I want it. I do!!!!! "I can see the guy in the front passenger seat looking back at what is happening, and he has a big grin on his face. I don't say anything, just return a big, lascivious smile back at him. The driver of the car says something to him. Still looking at my eyes, he opens his mouth and passes me a towel he had stashed somewhere under his seat. "Sit on it," he says, "Keep the seat dry." "No one else is saying anything, but the guys who are on either side of me are now busy with their hands. One is cupping my ass cheeks. The other has put a finger in my soaking wet pussy. My chest is heaving. 'Cock, Cunt, Slut. Wet.' My mind is screaming those words or maybe it's the guys screaming those words at me through their thoughts. Anyhow, those words are the only thing I can hear, see, feel or smell. Taste. "Oh, Steve, I have my hands busy too now. My hands are down, inside the waist band of the guys' pants and I am touching their cocks. Their cocks are big, long, thick and hard. They are so hard. Oh, Steve, I am soooooooo hot! "I'm leaning back and I twist my head around and I lay my head against the head of the guy to my right. I love the warm smell coming from his scalp. His hair, his shampoo is mixing with his sweaty smell. It is making me crazy with need. I can smell my own cunt smell now. I can smell that they have begun to sweat. "Steve, do you want me to continue with this story? It is making me hot. Can't you fuck me now?" "No. Continue," Steve said. "Are you getting aroused?" she asked. She put her hand over his groin. "You are, you are aroused," she said. "Just go on," he said. "I want to fuck," she said. "Not today. Not until you've been to the clinic," he said. It was killing him to refuse the sex, but he had no choice. His 'no sex until the test came back rule' was not a product of anger, it wasn't to punish her. It was simple prudence, and he was not going to relax the rule just because he was horny. He looked at Abigail. She was so beautiful. He loved her. He loved her legs, her long, long legs. He loved the curve of her calf muscle. Her quadriceps, each long muscle distinct from the other, taut, toned and strong after hours running and visiting the gym, never failed to excite him. Oh, how he longed to put his face between her legs to tongue her cunt, to inhale the ambrosial odor. And, of course, there was the hard curve of her gluteus maximus. Steve couldn't resist her ass, was compelled even at work when he thought of her to doodle its differential tangent vectors algebraically. He so wanted to grip her ass. But it was not to be. For now, her ass could be for him no more than a bunch of points on an axis. He breathed in deeply, though. Her cunt odor was strong. "Not today," he repeated. "Oh, all right." Abigail continued, "Okay, we're in the back seat of the car and I've got my hands under the waist band of their pants. My fingers are just above their crotches. I can feel their pubic hair. One guy's is curly. The other's sparse. At first, I thought he had shaved. "Their hands aren't stopping. "Oh, Steve. One of them has two fingers in my cunt. Steve, the other has a finger at my ass hole. It is too clumsy, sitting in the back seat three across. They have lowered their trousers. The car is still moving along on the highway. "Their pricks are tumescent. One of them is circumcised, the other isn't. They are big. They tell me to take care of them. Oh, Steve, I begin to move my hand along their shafts. They don't say anything, but I get that I ought to wet their cocks. I want them to be slick as I rub along their shafts. Maybe I should suck them. I've already wet my lips with my tongue. I can hear the guys breathing. It's the only sound in the car along with my own breathing. I am breathing hard through my nose. I open my mouth and rub my tongue against my lips one more time. "My mouth fills with saliva. I take my hands from their pants and bring my hands to my mouth. As I do this, I can smell their man smell on my hands. "I am so hot. I am so ready for anything. I lick my spit-wet tongue over the palm of my hands then bring my wet hands back down to their hard, dry cocks. I wet their cocks. It isn't enough. The guy on my right takes his hand and puts it at the back of my head, pushing me down against his groin. I begin to suck the head of the cock of the guy who pushed me down and am getting ready to take more of him into my mouth... He is slipping the thick shaft of his long cock against the tight wetness of my lips. I curve my lips over my teeth to allow his cock to slide in and out of my mouth .I love the taste. I inhale the smell. His staff is nice and slick. I can feel the bulbous head of his cock at the top of my mouth almost at the entrance to my throat. "After a little while, I take his cock from my mouth and continue to slowly pull the shaft back and forth. I begin to suck on the other guy's cock. The finger of my free hand is pushing against my clit. My clit is hard hard. I can feel it pushing against its sheath. "I am lost to the tactile pleasures of my mouth and my hands. My cunt is tingling. My clit is alive. "Then, I hear the guy sitting on the passenger's side front seat asking the pair in the back with me how I am doing. He says he can't wait to get a chance at me. "Am I doing okay, Steve? Am I telling the story well?" Steve nods, "You are sure making it real." "I am such a slut. Steve, do I disgust you? I am such a whore to even be able to think up such a story. Oh, I can feel you getting hard. But back to the story, me in the back of the Lexus. "My pussy is gushing. The guys can feel how wet I am. One of them runs his thumb against my sheath, pressing against my hard, hard clit. I yell 'yes' against the cock I am sucking. I am sucking the uncircumcised guy's cock, my tongue running against his shaft. I can feel his foreskin down off of the crown of his cock and brushing against the top of my mouth. If he cums I am going to swallow. My tongue is pressed against his cock, so I can't really speak, but I can't stop shouting 'yes, yes, yes, yes, yes over and over again. It comes out sounding something like 'yoush, yoush.' My clit is as hard as their cocks are. Harder!!! "Oh, Steve." "Yes, Abigail?" "Isn't this a little, like sick? I mean, I can feel you have a hard on." "Of course I have a hard on. I am listening to you tell your very hot story. I am paying attention. You are making your story pretty real," Steve smiled, "It is pretty kinky," he added. "Also, your hand on my cock makes it difficult for me not to be hard." Abigail squeezed his hard appendage. "You are in the back seat of this with two guys," said Steve. "There's a driver and a guy in the front passenger seat. Next?" "I wish you and I could have some simple straight sex," said Abigail. Steve frowned. "Oh, okay." Abigail continued, "One of the guys twists me around and lifts my ass off the seat. He has moved sideways sort of against the door of the car. His ass is half on, half off the seat. "He sits me on his lap. His cock is pressing against the lips of my vagina. My cunt has opened all by itself. The lips of my cunt are wet and beckoning. I push myself and slide down on his cock, letting his big cock slip deep into me. I'm nice and full in my cunt. I'm stretched. "Meanwhile, I am bent over at the stomach and have my mouth on the other guy's cock, and I am slobbering all over it to make sure it is wet for rubbing or for fucking. "But, shit, this is not going to work, 'Dumpy,' as I've been calling the guy on whom I am doing a reverse cowgirl, is half ready to fall off the chair and unto the floor. I am too uncomfortable, bent over. "I take my mouth from the cock I am sucking and look back and up. I tell the guys to take it easy, let's resituate ourselves." She stopped when she saw Steve look down at her with a huge smile on his face. Steve told her, that smile still lighting his face, "You can't do that. You can't say, 'resituate ourselves" in a gang bang story, way too fancy." Abigail, annoyed, scowled. "Who is telling this story," she asked. She added, "It's my story, I'll tell it my way. Anyway, I have just told the guys that we have to get more comfortable when I make eye contact with the guy riding shotgun in the front. The guy in the front seat is still looking back, watching everything. I ask him if he wants to get into this too. He says yes. "Okay," I say, "But first we have got to get organized. We need to resituate ourselves." She pointed with her chin. In silent apology, Steve bent and kissed the top of her head. Abigail continued with the story... "I don't really relish this reverse cowgirl. There isn't as much stimulation of body against body, the back seat of a car, even a big car, isn't the best place for a good fuck. But I tell them that we'll have to make do. "Both guys with me in the back have their cocks out, big and erect, still glistening with saliva from when I was sucking them. I kiss each of their cock heads as a promise for what they'll be getting later. "I pull the guy in the front passenger seat into the back. He is on his knees in front of me. I smile at him. I ask him whether he knows how to suck a girl's cunt. "The two guys who were in the back are each up with their legs on the seat giving me just enough room so I can sit my backside firm on the seat. Their backs are against the windows. "All this rearranging and moving around is sort of taking away from the excitement I was feeling just a few minutes ago. "I tell the guy from the front, the guy who is now kneeling in front of me in the back, to show me how good his tongue is. I tell him to begin sucking my cunt. "And what do you know, the guy is a pro. "He's got this long thick tongue, and he's running it up from the bottom of my pussy, slowly, so slowly to the top. His tongue has forced its way into my pink and it slides slowly up. Oh shit, I am horny again. Super horny. Hot! I can feel my body gathering it self for an orgasm. It is for sure that he can taste my pussy juice. Shit, I can smell it! And now he's reached my clit with his tongue and his tongue is pressing down hard on the engorged hot piece of meat. "My cunt lips have separated, their ragged edges open and hanging down loose. "I don't mean to, but now I am making loud noises and yelling yes, yes, yes, at him as he tongues my cunt. Encouraged, he continues his lapping at my cunnie and clit. He slips two fingers into my cunt. I cry out in pleasure and throw my arms out down and wide. Each hand finds the hard prick of the guy sitting on either side of me. I begin slowly to pull on their cocks. I try to stay in rhythm with the guy whose tongue is pressing against my clit. "And then: "Oh my god, oh my god. My god. Oh, my god, gosh damn. Oh my good god. Steve! Steve! "The driver has guided the car into a new direction. Steve, we are driving on a new road. Oh, my god, Steve. "Each of my hands is holding onto a big cock. A hard, wet tongue is pressing against my clit. One of the guys whose cock I am holding has put a finger just a quarter of an inch past the sphincter into my ass. It feels sooooo good. The other guy whose cock I am holding has two fingers into my cunt. His fingers are curved and are pressing against the top inside of my cunt behind where my clit is. My G spot! Steve, I am on fire. I am so wet. I am so hot. I am cumming. And the best thing. The best thing is....... "And the best thing is suddenly, the street we are now driving on! Steve, it's a road that is paved with cobblestones!. Oh My God! "Oh shit! Oh shit. We are speeding along on that cobblestoned street. We are bouncing along. My hands, obedient to the bounce of the car on the cobblestones, jerk up and down on the shafts of the cocks I am holding. I can't describe how the tongue of the third guy is bouncing against my clit, but I can tell you that it is pushing up and down against my clit and is driving me closer and closer to an overwhelming orgasm. "My tits are uncovered, untouched, but I can feel the rhythm of the car's bounce on the cobblestoned road being transmitted to the aureole and onto my taught nipples. "The car is bounding up and down over the cobblestones, every jostle tremulous to my clit. I feel like a prancing horse just bouncing up and down and cumming and cumming and cumming. "My cunt is gushing its juice. "My clit is thrumming. "My nipples are electric. "Steve, Steve, Steve......Steve. Oh, Steve. I am cumming. I am cumming. Oh, Oh, Oh. "Ohhhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhhhhhh....aaaarhhhh. "Everything is shaking. The car is bouncing. I am cumming without stop. The guys I am holding onto are shooting cum from their cocks. The guy with his tongue against my cunt has been wanking off while taking care of me and he's cumming too. Steve, I can't stop coming. Each bounce of the car on the cobbled street brings a new shiver of electric shock to my spewing pussy. "I cannot, I totally cannot contain the yelps coming from my mouth each time a flash of cumming sweeps from my clit through my sweating body. I am gushing pussy juice like never before. I think I am going to faint. And then, suddenly, suddenly, thank god.... "............ The car has left the cobblestones. I am breathing more easily. The driver has thrown another towel into the back. He wants us to mop up the cum from his seat. Oh, Steve." Abigail, who had been squatting between Steve's knees, leans back and sits on her backside. Her arms spread behind her and her outstretched hands press onto the carpet to offer support. She is obviously spent; the story telling has exhausted her. She looks toward Steve. Their eyes meet. Steve stands. He looks down at Abigail and begins to applaud. "Abigail," he says his hands still clapping enthusiastically, "What a wonderful tale. Next time you begin such a story, we will have to play Rimsky-Korsakov in the background." "Oh, how sweet," said Abigail, "I'm your Scheherazade," she said. "It will be the first movement.for the car ride, 'The 'Voyage of Sinbad.'" Abigail and Steve "Steve, I am so hot! I can really do anything, go anywhere with the stories. Telling it, it was almost like it was really happening. I got off I came" Abigail stopped for a moment. She looked up at Steve, at his crotch. "Oh god," she said, "You too. You came too." He nodded. They looked at each other. "Well, what do you think," Steve asked, "Did the actualization work?" "Did it work?" Abigail uttered. "Did it work? Steve, it worked. It was as if it was really happening. I came better than if I was actually involved in a gangbang. For sure, I am well satisfied, satiated. I think I actualized the way actualization was supposed to work. I am sure that I will never want or need to engage in a gangbang in a car." "We will have to do this again," said Steve. "Okay, but first we will have to have our own wonderful sex," Abigail replied. "Tomorrow, you visit the clinic. Get tested, and as soon as the test results are in and clean, we'll have our sex together." Now they were exchanging thoughts one after the other. "I'll think up more stories to tell," Abigail said. "Would you like to hear about me at the mercy of five giant cocked men?" "We'll play the fourth movement for that story, 'The festival at Baghdad," said Steve. "Abigail looked at Steve. We can type the stories." Steve added his thought, "We'll transcribe using Dragon." Abigail continued, "We'll send them in to Literotica." Each of them paused. "What do you think?" she asked. He replied, "I think that's a great idea." THE END * (to the reader: well, what do you think?)