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.

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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.

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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.

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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.