4 comments/ 91690 views/ 2 favorites Scrabble By: Louise Brown It's a fairly common misconception in many schools... boys are better at math, and girls are better with language. When people find out for the first time that I majored in or teach mathematics, many find it exceptional that a woman would have that interest. What's strange, though, is the thought that someone whose main interest is a left-brained activity like math would not be able to do as well with English language arts. Perpetuating the stereotype, the English department in our school is made up of nine women and one man. When someone goes to school for years and years in study, most honestly believe they know more than their friends do in their subject area... it's common human nature. So when a friendly game of Scrabble was offered by some of them as a get-to-know-you when I joined the staff six years ago, they seemed fairly surprised that I actually won. After a few more games here and there over the next couple years, they quit asking if I'd like to play. There are a few facts about me that don't come up often in normal conversation.... I'd been doing crossword puzzles with my parents since I was ten years old, and Scrabble was a favorite family game in our home. Yes, like many left-handed people, the right side of my brain has always worked well and perceiving symbols and images has been second-nature to me as long as I can remember, but what most people don't know is that using my chalk, a pen, or scissors are about the only things I do left-handed, and my left brain is a lot more active than most of my fellow sinistrals. The bottom line? I've lost exactly five games of Scrabble in the past twelve years. (Two of those were to my mom.) I play it as a combination word game (left brain) and visual game (right brain). Since most people are more dominant with one side or the other, most can't cope with competition from both sides. My vocabulary is larger than most of the math geeks I know... and when I play against a left-brainer who knows more words than I do, I play a very defensive game, keeping words on the board tightly packed together, so they don't have anywhere to play anything decent. My style of play can jump between offensive and defensive at whim, and even those who've played me often don't know what to expect in any new game, except that by its end I'll most likely have more points. Among my own department, one of my closest friend is Doug. He was hired the same year as I was, and we form the rebel faction of the math teachers... the ones who do our jobs well and aren't afraid to modernize the way math has been taught since we ourselves studied the subject in high school. Both Doug and his wife Kate are close to my fiancé's age, in their early-40's. Doug and I befriended each other right away, and I've been to their home many times since. Kate teaches at one of the elementary schools in our district, and their children both attend our high school. Doug and I had had sex two or three times a year since the first time I gave him a blow job before school as a birthday gift. I'm fairly certain Kate didn't know about it, but things took an interesting turn in November of 2004 when Doug let me know Kate was becoming more and more bi-curious. They both knew I was bisexual, and I really didn't need to be asked twice. After volleyball season was over, Kate invited me to join in her yoga class Thursdays after school. It didn't take long before one night when Doug had taken the kids to a basketball game at school, Kate and I started with a relaxing soak in their hot tub, and ended up in their bed. In the time since, Kate and I got together every once in a while, and Doug, Kate, and I also had enjoyed about a half-dozen threesomes together. Strangely, the time that family affair began happening was about the same time Matt and I were becoming more serious as a couple. I'd been upfront with him from the start about my bisexuality, and he's always been a dear about it. Earlier in the spring of 2005, I was struggling emotionally about not being faithful to him, though, and it took quite some time before realizing that perhaps he'd like to be more involved with that. Toward the end of the school year, I introduced him to my dear friend Marie, and the three of us had sex together twice. We'd never discussed the topic of foursomes at all, but it thrust itself upon us one night over a friendly game of Scrabble. It was incredibly hot for a June afternoon, even late June, last summer. The humidity was unbearable and it felt as though I was sweating the moment I left the building from my summer school class. Despite the weather, I spent some time outdoors studying in the shade with Andrew, one of my classmates, and discussing possible solutions to the problems we were assigned, then I left campus to prepare for guests. Doug and Kate were coming over to supper with Matt and me around 7pm. After shopping for supper, I made it home around 3:30, and my clothes were off within a minute of setting the vegetables on the counter and the salmon in the fridge. The weather was steaming, I'd just got done flirting with a cute guy, and I was horny as hell. I went straight to my bedroom, laid face down on my bed, and began humping two fingers until I climaxed. As nice as it felt, it wasn't nearly enough. I knew Matt would be over soon and would help in that matter, but I just couldn't wait. With a skip over to the bottom drawer of my dresser, I opened it and glanced through my toys. I chose a large, thick flesh-colored dildo, and a thin silver vibe. I lubed up the dildo and turned the vibrator to its slowest on-setting. I plunged the head of the large one in between my folds, and teased my clit with the tip of the humming vibe. At first I played with my clitoris for a bit until I was squirming on the bed, then I concentrated more on fuck myself with the large fake-cock. Sweat streamed from every pore on my body, and I was so wet from cumming before and fucking now that while sucking in air between moaning aloud, I actually heard the squishing, sopping sounds from the wetness of my pussy. From there, I knew it wouldn't take long at all, and a moment later my entire body was shaking violently from an awesome orgasm. I held the dildo steady and climaxed all over it, riding the wave for a full half-minute. I pulled the dildo from my cunt and began licking it like a popsicle. My juices practically flowed like a dam burst once I pulled it out, and I felt them leaking from my pussy down into the crack of my ass. The dildo tasted strongly of myself and I savored every lick, and between the sensations of taste, scent, and touch, the sexiness of it all overwhelmed me and I wanted even more. I turned off the vibrator and lubed it up as well, then took the cocks each of my hands and put them both between my legs. I put the large one into my pussy and began fucking myself again with it, then slowly worked the thinner one into my ass. My legs and feet struggled for some a position to take advantage of my situation, and soon I found a rhythm that suited me very well. My right hand gripped about the large cock between my legs, my left around hip and fucking my ass from around and behind my thigh... in with one as the other came out and vice-versa, a two-piston engine whose product was the basest of pleasures. I kept fucking myself with both toys for a few minutes and found myself in a glorious place... that is, until I cursed when interrupted by the doorbell. I groaned, pulled out the dildos, and got to my window when I heard the doorbell ring a second time. My heart fluttered when I saw it was Matt, and thankfully I'd be able to get my relief from something that would give me emotional satisfaction as well. I was so excited to see him that I didn't even bother grabbing my kimono on my way to the front door. Matt's eyes and smile widened immensely when he saw I'd opened the door completely nude. He stepped in and closed the door, and his arms were around my back in nothing flat, and we kissed deeply, softly, and passionately standing there in my living room. The first chance I felt his grip loosen to step back and say hello, I took his hands in mine and took a step backward, pulling him with me. I smiled, turned, and led him to my bed. "Mmmm-hmmm!" he chuckled when he came into my room. A bottle of lube was on the nightstand, one dildo was on the bed, another on the floor accidentally kicked off when I got up in a hurry, and the crowning touches... a wet stain just under halfway down the sheets and an easily detectable odor of sex in the room. I shrugged and laughed, without an iota of guilt or embarrassment. I plopped back onto the bed and watched in anticipatory delight as my boyfriend got naked. I started seeing Matt the September before, one of four guys I was dating casually at the time. Over the next few months, he proved himself more my type than the others; we began seeing each other more seriously soon afterward, and in the time since he's moved in with me... we're to be married next summer. His age of 43 is betrayed by his long brown hair, mustache, beard, and the hair on his chest all laced with grey, but you wouldn't be able to tell it by the rest of his body. He's 5'9" tall, slim, and stronger than he looks. He has muscular legs, still keeping in shape from his days of playing lacrosse and running, and his arms, though not beefy with muscles, are delightfully long that once I'm inside them I know I'm as safe as a girl can feel. Then there's his cock. Oh, my fucking god! About nine inches long, almost two inches wide, and when hard, slightly curved upward like a banana so it hits all the right places. If that wasn't enough, he takes care to shave his balls so I can lick them anytime I blow him without feeling hairs on my tongue. The entire package, as nice as it is, is merely wrapping for the true gifts that lie underneath... a mind as sharp as a tack, a heart full of kindness and understanding, and the experience of a man who's been having sex almost since the time I was born. His oral is better than any man (and most women) I know, and his inventiveness and drive in bed still occasionally takes me by surprise. With never a dead flower in my vase, every door held open for me, hands held wherever we walk, and soft fingers almost constantly caressing somewhere on my legs when we're sitting together, this is a man I'm not letting go of! Matt and I, like any couple of which I've been part (and any couple in general, I'd suppose), have a certain repertoire of foreplay and positions we go through when having "normal" sex. Once he had taken his clothes off, we skipped through all of it but the last position. His cock had been bulging through his slacks since he was hugging me in the living room, and it's obvious what state I was in by then! By the time he was on top of my body, I was already reaching for his pole and positioning the head to my folds. He pushed forward, impaling me with his amazing cock, and I groaned a combination sigh and moan. I pulled my legs up and back as far as I could, then settled my calves over the small of his back, locking my ankles together just behind his sexy ass. My arms clung around his neck and shoulders, and I started to feel what seemed like a pulse of minor electrical shocks flowing between the center of his chest and mine. With a few fiery kisses, he pumped his cock deeper and deeper inside me until I was taking it to the hilt. He brought a finger up to his lips, gave it a swirling suck to get it wet, then brought it down the sides of our legs, around under his balls, teasing my star lightly before slowly poking it into my ass. I smiled between joyful moans, feeling him fucking me the way I did myself earlier... sliding his finger in as his cock came out, finger out as his cock went back in. I was taking him inside me as deeply as he could get with both tools, and clinging to him for dear life. My head rolled backward when I started cumming and I dug my fingernails into my own palms to keep from scratching his back. Once he felt my tightening about his body relax and knowing I was satisfied for the moment, he went to take care of his own relief next. Matt pushed up from beside me with both hands, lifting and holding himself up to enable himself to look down at me while fucking me. While keeping his pace driving his huge cock in and out of my pussy, I watched his eyes roam from my face to my breasts, shaking back and forth, up and down my chest with every stroke of the pummeling he was giving me. With the constant shaking movements and the open air between us, my nipples stiffened to large pebbles. He smiled down at them, then up to my face... even amidst being a sexual object, I love how he thinks I'm pretty. From there, he slowed his pace a bit and, though I knew what was coming next, my eyes widened and tingles flew all through my body at the thought of it. My expectations were right on the money, and I wasn't disappointed in the least. Matt began rotating his hips in a circular motion, and with every push in along one side, ground his pubis onto my clit while swiping across and pulling out the other. I don't know how or where he learned that move, but it never fails in making me climax. His monstrously wide cock was stretching my folds, in one side and out along the other, and with every push of himself, a grind of fine hairs, hard skin, and bone teasing across my clit. After nine months of really getting to know me, he knew exactly how hard to press and at what speed to circle. I was putty in his hands and he knew it... once again I was gasping for air and losing control of my own body. Matt showed a hint of pride in his face, seeing me in this condition, and began encouraging me to let it go and to cum for him. I begged him to hold me and to cum with me. His body lowered and I felt his hands easing from under my arms and grasping onto my shoulders. From there, he used my own body as leverage against itself, pulling himself up and inside me while jerking my body downward to take it, fucking me as hard as I've ever felt from a missionary position. Though he continued with his sweeping, circular grind over my clitoris while pounding my pussy, the change in position was just enough to keep me from climaxing on the spot. Even so, his cock pounded me like a steel jackhammer and I could do nothing but submit to him. I tried to hold out to wait to feel him cum, but I couldn't... I absolutely imploded, screaming out, quaking and trembling underneath his body so hard that he actually lifted his head up to make sure I didn't bang my forehead against his jaw. My hips and upper body bucked without warning, my legs tightened against his sides, and found this was one of the rare instances I'd climaxed so hard that tears were streaming from the corners of my eyes. My muscles felt like Jell-O, and my arms and legs fell limply to the bed. Matt reached his hands back down, grabbing my thighs from behind and pulling them out and apart. From there, his cock drowned in my pussy, fucking me faster but less powerfully. His pace grew to the point I knew he liked best, and with my legs spread and pulled apart widely, I felt his balls slapping against my ass with each stroke of his cock. I was still trying to breathe after my orgasm and, still feeling the tears dripping down my temples, somehow managed to bring my hands to my face to wipe them off. Reaching up from there, I lightly touched over his face, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead onto mine. Again I was reduced to begging him to cum, though this time looking deeply into his eyes and telling him how much I loved him. This time my pleas were heard, and a moment later I saw the glorious honest emotions in his face as he orgasmed, shooting hard and planting his seed deep inside me. He collapsed atop of me, and our limbs entwined about each other while we kissed with all the love in our hearts. I was crying like a baby with grateful tears of joy, and my soul was bared as only he can do it. ================================================= Once we collected ourselves, I realized we only had an hour and a half before our dinner guests were to arrive. Our bodies were drenched in sweat and both his juices and mine were dripping from my pussy. We reluctantly peeled ourselves off the bed and I started running a cool bath for us to share. I was clipping my hair up when Matt joined me a moment later, fresh from a trip to the fridge, carrying two bottles of hard cranberry lemonade. At first sip, the cool fruitiness of the drink was most welcomed, and we set our bottles on the floor beside the tub as we stepped in. The bath was as refreshing as the chilled alcohol, and as Matt sat back in the water with his legs apart, I took my place sitting between them, laying back and resting my head on his chest. His arms closed about my belly and chest, and we talked about my homework problems from class and of his day at his summer job, taking moments to grab for another swallow and to lightly splash the cool water over each other to lazily clean up. Sweet, contented, soft comfort often leads to the best kind of silence, but the silence that took place over the next few moments found me in what seemed like an eternal struggle of left brain versus right. On the right was the sweetest of emotions... love and security in this man's arms. On the left, it was though I realized too late that I'd made a logically bad move in a game of chess or Scrabble. As I'd said, Matt knew of my bisexuality and of some of the times I'd been with other women, but I never told him about any of the times I'd cheated on him with other men. With the strike from my left brain, my right was immediately decimated with guilt. I clung to feelings of hope and, soul bared as it was, found the courage to speak. I let Matt know there was something he should know, and as bravely as I could, warned him there might be a strange vibe over supper, as I'd had sex before with Kate, and with both her and Doug. (I thought it best to test the waters a bit before coming clean on being alone with Doug.) Knowing my sexual preference and needs and having recently been involved with two threesomes between my friend Marie and me, he seemed fine with me being with Kate, but I sensed a bit of tension when I'd mentioned being with the couple together. He asked all kinds of questions about my time with Doug and Kate, but did so very calmly. I was terribly emotional at that point and cried softly in his arms as I answered each of his inquiries with straight honesty. Matt gave me solace and held me tenderly. I started to feel better and we made our way out of the tub, drying each other off, and as the water spiraled down the drain, it seemed as though some of my burdens washed away with it. We went back to the bedroom to get dressed. Matt put his clothes on, and I slipped into my kimono for the time-being. Then we were off to the kitchen to get ready for supper. I soaked a small cedar plank on which to grill the salmon outside later, and wanted to get a couple foil packets of vegetables ready for the grill as well. Matt went out to light the charcoal and returned in time to help. Our time in the kitchen was playful, and Matt had me laughing and giggling with occasional tickles. I washed some potatoes and cut them into cubes, diced some onions, crushed a few cloves of garlic, and put them in aluminum foil with some butter, salt and pepper. Meanwhile, Matt was busy peeling zucchini and carrots, which were to be sliced and put into another foil packet with broccoli, butter, and lemon. He seemed to be goofing around more than working, though, but it was more than worth the laughs. He seemed too quiet for a second, and when I turned to see what was up, I was all of a sudden swept up in his arms! He'd snuck behind me, and I was laughing hysterically, my body bundled up, one of his arms catching the forced bend in my knees and the other catching the small of my back. I kept laughing and kissing him. Finally he set me up on the kitchen counter and the look in his eyes was purely impish. Scrabble Kate tried briefly to maintain the appearance of playing the game, mentioning she was trying to think when it was her turn. I interrupted licking the crook of her neck by biting her shoulder and saying, "Think away." When she'd reached forward to place a few tiles, my hands moved forward with her, playfully fondling over her breasts. When she leaned back after counting her points, she whispered in a sexy, throaty tone that it was my turn. Who in hell cared? I was way ahead and had more fun things to do. I looked up at the guys and announced with sunshine in my voice, "I pass," then went back to tonguing Kate's neck and the crook of her shoulder, dropping my left hand to reach between her legs. Even through the tight jeans she wore, I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy, and knew it wouldn't be long until she could no longer resist me. ============================= I just love this game. The vast majority of people in the world are either right-brained dominant or left-brained dominant... verbal, raw emotion versus logical, raw intellectualism. Most people that play with emotion don't think very well, and most people that play logically have difficulty knowing what is appropriate to feel. For most people playing Scrabble, it comes down to those who know how to form the proper words opposed to those knowing where and when to make a move. Sex is probably the ultimate game of right-brain versus left. Some play with nothing but pure, raw emotion, and are rewarded by wins with the warmest of feelings, but if they lose they feel terrible heartbreak. Some play with cool intellectualism, and when they win are rewarded with shocking pleasure they may not have really expected and memories they'll cherish when they masturbate for years to come... but when they lose over-think the entire process and become more and more timid to play and possibly lose again. Writing left-handed, I'm blessed with playful emotion. Golfing or batting right-handed and kicking right-footed, I make strategic moves and analyze things well. Able to serve a volleyball ambidextrously, my mind flip-flops between both hemispheres with relative ease, and having done so all my life, am not surprised by it. I embrace it. I'm able to shift modes of thinking and feeling more quickly than most anyone I know, and combine both fairly often. When it comes to playing Scrabble, I rarely lose. When it comes to most other things in life, I'm usually able to get about anything I truly want. I was half-naked and had just climaxed before three people for whom I cared and with whom I'd shared sex before, each individually and all in group situations. There was no way a foursome wasn't going to occur, because I truly wanted it to happen. I felt Kate over her clothes, fondling her left breast with my right hand and her pussy with my left. Knowing two of her weak points, a few drinks and sucking on her clavicle, she was putty in my hands. By the next time it was her move to play, she switched games. She twisted to ignore the Scrabble board, no longer able to ignore my touch. We kissed deeply, entangling ourselves in each other's arms. We rolled each other over while our tongues explored each other's mouth, interrupting our kisses only to take turns reaching for each other's waist and pulling the other's top up and off their bodies. The smooth skin of Kate's hard, muscular back felt wonderful in my soft hands, and both of us reached around her to unclasp her bra. Her hands beat mine to it, and as I helped slide it down from her arms and she laid down on top of my, the feel of her small breasts and hard nipples against mine were exquisite. While rejoining in our kissing, I felt her grinding in her jeans against my pussy. I heard a shuffling off to the side and saw the guys just scooting back to give us more room, fascinated as most men are at the prospect of watching women together. I didn't have a long look, but I imagine their cocks were bulging against their pants. Kate kicked off her shoes and our hands were all over each other, searching for the soft, smooth flesh that men can never provide. With wanton fumbling, scooting, and shuffling, I undid the button and zipper on Kate's jeans and got them off her hips, and she managed to take them the rest of the way off. Our lips were inseparable as I plunged both hands into her panties, one onto her ass and the other touching her moist folds. We moaned into each other's mouth, tonguing, tasting, until she broke our kisses to move the other way above and onto my body. Her panties were wet against my face and I gripped the panel and pulled it aside, baring her slit to my eyes and waiting tongue. Kate dipped her head between my thighs and our tongues touched each other's folds at the same time, but while I stretched mine in to taste her, I felt her burying her face even deeper and her hands grabbed onto both cheeks of my ass, pulling them apart. Her tongue teased a couple quick circles about my star, then pierced into my anus. I'm told that when I moan when someone's down there that my tone drops half an octave, deep and guttural. Matt's noticed this in the past and certainly must have known immediately I was being rimmed. We laid there for a few minutes, each of us moaning while licking each other, I Kate's pussy and she my ass. My heart was absolutely pounding in excitement, and the feel of her soft thighs on either side of my face, the taste and scent of her pussy, got me all the more riled up. I slipped my face closer in and tongued up to my friend's clit. While the tip of my tongue pressed and flicked over her, hers came out of my ass and she cried out softly. I took advantage of her letting go and rolled myself over on top of her. My breasts hung softly onto her belly and squished into it as I dipped my face once more. My tongue flicked back hard over her clitoris for a few seconds, then I reached in with my entire mouth, sealing over it with my lips and sucking on it, making loud smacking, kissing sounds as I did. The elastic of the edge of her panties were getting in my way, though, so I brought my hands to her hips and tugged them down to her knees. I smiled seeing her flailing her legs to get them the rest of the way off, then turned my attention back to her untrimmed blonde pussy. I watched intently, one of my hands reaching up from around her thigh and covering over her labia, the other pressing two fingertips over her clitty. I played with both of my hands, rubbing over her in quick circles, occasionally wetting her clit with my tongue, then returning to diddle over it with my fingers. I took a glance up to the guys and bit my lip with a sexy smile. I considered had either of them been alone with us, one would have certainly joined in by now. For the time-being, though, neither even had his cock out to jack off watching us... probably afraid of either stopping us from continuing our show or of offending the other. For Matt, it was understandable, as he was still fairly new to group sex. Doug, on the other hand, had not only fucked me as part of a threesome with his wife, but before that on three other occasions had also taken part of small gang-bangs with a number of other male teachers from school on me. I took the fact that he hadn't made a move toward Kate and me, yet, as a sign of respect for how I felt about Matthew. My mind was brought back when I felt Kate's tongue returning to my pussy. I groaned in sweet delight. Dragging my fingers off from her clitoris, I reached around her thigh and pulled back with both hands on her inner thighs, spreading her apart in front of the men and showing off her opened folds to them before dipping my head down in reciprocation. We each buried our tongues into one another and a moment later I couldn't help but wiggle my hips and grind myself down on her face. Kate must have been lost in the same lust that I was because even from her position she was struggling to press upward against me and fuck my face and tongue the same way I was her. I knew she was close and concentrated on getting her off. I lifted myself from my knees and raised my pussy from her face, giving me all the more leverage to do as I pleased. I curled one hand inward and replaced my tongue with two fingers, ramming them in and out of her pussy while licking hard over her clit. I flicked and pressed the tip of my tongue with all the fury I could muster, and Kate's moans were growing in intensity. Finally her mouth opened fully and her voice yelped out in release. About both sides of my face I felt her legs trembling, and I pulled my fingers out from her pussy, diving down further to plunge my tongue between her folds while she climaxed. The juices from her pussy with thick in texture, and I lapped the petals of her labia until I'd taken in as much of her cum as I could lick off. At once I was proud of my effort in making my friend climax, yet at the same time still as horny as hell. The show for the guys was over, and it was time, I thought, for some serious fucking. I knew after watching us like that, Doug and Matt would be more than ready. The only issue was, would Kate be willing? The question left my mind when I decided not to give her the choice. I glanced up at Matt and lightheartedly scolded, "What in hell are you still doing with your clothes on?" It was hilarious to see both guys stripping like there was a race. I got to my knees above Kate, smiled down, and waited for her reaction on seeing Matthew naked for the first time. When I saw her eyes nearly bug out of her skull, I knew there would be no problem between us. I reminded her that my bed was softer than the floor, and in less than a minute, the four of us were on our way. ============================= A lot of people I know think group sex is wrong. I've heard of stories when someone has left his or her partner for another once a threesome's begun. I have to admit that when I'm in bed with one person, I'm a giver. I make love to my fiancé and give of my whole heart and soul to him. But when I'm with anyone else, or when I'm in a group situation, I'm in it for exactly one thing: the pleasure it brings. Sometimes I feel like a greedy little whore. I don't care. It feels that good. Doug and Kate would soon be going home to their children; they're devoted parents and do get along wonderfully together. They'd obviously worked out whatever issues they were going to have by inviting me to bed with them and were okay with it. I was a friend willing to help spice up the sex life of a twenty-year marriage, yet both knew and trusted me enough to recognize I would never break up nor move in on their relationship. After nine months of exploring our feelings together up to that point, Matt was beginning to realize that emotionally, he was "the one" for me, and the sex between us has always been incredible. As we began to explore multiple partners last summer, he was able to realize some fantasies he'd never dream share with his ex-wife when they were married, or with anyone else before or since. It took six more months after our first foursome with Doug and Kate for Matt to realize the full nature of how much I loved him and how I wanted his every dream and fantasy to come true, and asked me to marry him. He makes me feel that safe, that loved, that comfortable. But, what can I say? Sometimes I'm a taker and just want to be a complete slut. In the time since our engagement, the number of times we've embarked in threesomes and foursomes (and the one sextet we shared) have become more infrequent, but Matt knows as well as I do that sex and love are inextricably woven when we're alone together, but sometimes just plain, greedy, needy, wanton, debaucherous, kinky sex is not entirely a bad thing. ================================== Though each of the four of us were exactly tipsy enough from the evening's alcohol to let our inhibitions drop, we each started our new adventure together safely... with both guys sitting on the side of the bed, Kate sucking Doug's cock, me sucking Matt's. Kate's curiosity over Matt's broad shaft won out, though, and when I felt her moving over, we switched partners. I got up and sat between the guys, leaning down to take Doug's cock into my mouth while Kate remained kneeling on the floor, taking in Matthew. Doug's penis is almost as long as Matt's, but narrower in girth... easier to suck on, and I did so with relish. If I went on writing for pages and pages, I could never adequately describe how much I love giving head. My joy in the act, though, was soon doubled, when I felt Matt standing up and pointing his cock into the side of my face. I reached up to stroke it, and squealed as I had a wonderful cock in each hand, my face taking turns on each of them. I bobbed forward and back on Doug's tool for a few strokes, then turned to suck on Matt's a few times, back and forth on each of them. I was in sheer heaven with the guys when Kate made it more so... still on her knees on the floor, her hands were spreading my thighs apart from the inside, then reaching in with her tongue to lick over my pussy. After a few minutes, though, we all must have felt that we'd each had more than enough teasing and foreplay, and we all wanted to fuck. Matt pulled his cock away from me, standing fully in front of Kate, and she stood up to face him, stroking him. Seeing we were partnering up, I sat up, smoothed my hand over Doug's chest, and gently pushed him back onto the bed. I got to my knees and straddled him, reverse-cowgirl-style, facing the other two. Matt turned Kate around and pushed her backward until the husband and wife were lying side-by-side, next to one another on my bed. Kate's lean legs climbed like an ivy plant up Matthew's chest while I was taking aim with Doug's stiff prick beneath me. When Matt's eyes and mine met, I silently mouthed, "I love you." He smiled at me, mouthing, "I love you, too," without even the sound of a whisper. I smiled adoringly at him, then plunged myself downward at the same instant he entered Kate. He grabbed onto her shins, holding her calves against his chest as he fucked her. I kept my balance on the edge of the mattress, sliding up and down the length of Doug's shaft. Doug's hands were all over my ass, gripping onto it, spreading it while I fucked him, probably to get a better view of my pussy swallowing him whole. Kate's moans were the loudest... her blonde pussy stretched by dear Matt's amazingly wonderful cock. I watched him take delight in her tiny body as he recently had with Marie. Kate was a bit more uptight than my other friend, but was loosening up nicely, letting herself go, and feeling the same sexual pleasure I was. Perhaps I was taking too much joy in watching, though, as Doug made it apparent I wasn't fucking him to satisfaction, though I hadn't quit on him. Feeling his hands moving up to my waist, he pulled and turned my body until I was off from him. He pressed my toward his wife, and soon I was on my hands and knees, perpendicular to her until my breasts hung low from my chest over her face. He mounted me from behind, clutching onto my hips and forcing his cock deep into my walls. Now it was my turn to be loudest, my voice betraying how much I loved the slapping of his pelvis against my ass, fucking me so hard his balls even swayed and brushed up against me, close to my clit. When I felt Kate taking in one of my nipples in between her lips, I again became the greedy one, wanting to feel as much flesh on mine as possible. I was lost in my pleasures and desires and was the first to climax in bed. By the time I was done cumming all over Doug's cock, he had seen my ass rising and falling on him, then being slapped back and forth in front of him, and now wanted to witness the front of my body. He pulled out from behind me, then rolled me onto my back, laying next to Kate who was still being plowed by Matthew. I licked over Kate's hip as it was being forced back and forth by Matt's fucking, then looked up to see Doug eyeing me with a licentious stare. I once again parted my legs, drawing them around his ass on his approach. Once he pushed his cock inside me, he drew up, arching his back and holding himself high enough above me to watch my body jiggle back and forth beneath his, the same way Matt had done in the afternoon. Doug's eyes didn't move much from my breasts, bigger than his wife's, shaking up and down my chest with each stroke of his body into mine. His lecherous view, though, was blocked a moment later and Kate moved to change positions, getting to her knees and straddling over my face. Her pussy was soaking when she lowered herself onto my mouth, and I hungrily savored her sex. My tongue was deep within her folds and the tip of my nose was entrenched in the crack of her spreading cheeks as she rocked on top of me, fucking my face. She leaned forward and down when Matt pressed in behind her, and my entire face was drenched with her juices when she moved up. My eyes were locked on her sexy folds, then the head of Matt's cock again piercing between them. Watching him fuck her was like a close-up in a porn scene, only the sounds didn't come from a speaker and the scent was raw, lustful indulgence. I simply had to taste more of it, and lifted my face to them. Doug continued fucking as hard as he could into me from his position, while my tongue, lips, nose, and cheeks were teased, tickled, and delighted by Kate's wet labia and clitoris and Matthew's balls. Matt pulled his massive cock from Kate's body, and the sight of her folds split so widely open was too much to pass up. Once again I lapped over them with my tongue, when I felt Matt pressing the head of his dick between my face and under the side of her ass and his sac touching my forehead. When I leaned back to look up at his testicles, he moved forward again, and I grabbed the base of his shaft. I stroked him into my mouth, tasting the flavor of Kate's pussy all over the head of his cock. After gathering what I could of her, I pressed his shaft back up until its head was again touching Kate's quivering petals. She started climaxing almost instantly once his cock was back inside, and while Matt held it steadily inside her while she came (the way he knows I love), I feasted on his shaven balls. As Kate was crying aloud during her climax, Doug stifled the sound by pulling out of me and shoving his cock into her opened mouth. She leaned forward to take more of her husband's cock and Matt's fell out of her. I continued licking figure-eights over his balls, then up along the underside of his shaft. I noticed Doug's groans were gaining strength, and while I stroked hard on Matthew's cock, Doug had pressed back into my pussy. Kate kept encouraging him, "Come on, honey. Cum for me." Kate rolled off of my body, grabbing onto my thigh and pulling it farther back to get a full view. "Cum... cum..." she begged, and for a moment I wasn't sure if she was cheering on Doug or me. I felt Matthew reaching down and grabbing my other ankle, pulling it back and up. Between Kate pulling one leg and Matt the other, I felt like a wishbone as Doug lowered himself onto me, fucking me harder and harder. Kate kept pleading, "Come on... cum," and Matt took advantage of my head off the side of the bed, taking his cock in his own hand and pointing it into my mouth. I was being fucked by both guys at once, Doug deep into my pussy and Matt stretching my mouth apart with the head of his cock. With one more of Kate's urgings, "Cum," Doug pulled out and did as commanded. Kate was all over his cock, and her husband exploded into her mouth with a triumphant cry. Within seconds, she leapt and spread herself atop of me, pressing two fingers into my pussy and her other hand squeezing my tit, her face leaning into mine. Matt withdrew from my mouth when he saw her move, and when I was able to look up at her, I was treated to a kiss, Kate snowballing her mouthful of cum into my own. I swallowed what she gave me, and we licked hard on each other's tongues, sucking and swallowing everything we could from each other while she kept pumping into me.