This is the 2nd in a series of stories. To fully appreciate this one, I suggest you read the first of all Betsy's Creampie - Rewritten.

Jeff and Lisa were at the lake with Betsy and me again last weekend. A few weeks ago, Jeff had turned Betsy's twat into a large, sexy cream pie. Now they were back and I wondered what excitement was in computer memory for her and us.

It was rainy and very warm up this past weekend. We spent most of the prison term on the covered back porch. Jeff had a beer while the daughter drank their wine. No one actually radius of last weekend. It was almost as if it never happened. Lisa never let on that her husband fucked my wife. They acted as if it never happened. Jeff didn't even pinch at the carnal pleasures her had with my wife. I wondered if it was a onetime event, pushed to the vertebral column of everyone's mind. Forever to be thought of only when our minds drifted to those mysterious, prohibited intimate thoughts.

Both fille were braless, wore storage tank upper side and shorts that showed a lot of tanned, aphrodisiac pegleg. Betsy's top was yellow and topped with pink lacing. If she leaned forward, the low neck drooped and you could see her small but chirpy tits. Lisa had a gloomy top. No lace and it was tighter. It didn't sag when she bent over ; but, her nipples made a fine picture. Lisa has shoulder distance Negroid haircloth. She is about the Same superlative, 5'5 ”, slightly overweight and her tits are larger than Betsy's B-cups but they don't seem as perky. Jeff is a few inches taller than me ; with the Sami athletic build but weighty.

The euphony was good and the beer and wine flowed freely. Eventually I tried to break the sexual tension. As Betsy bent grass over, I made comment about the big view down her shirt. Later, when Lisa went by, Jeff would notice about Lisa's great elevation under her shirt to mount on. As the day progressed and the spirits flowed, we started to make comment about each other's girls as well as our own. Both daughter played shy at commencement ; but then played into it and seemed to revel giving more opportunities for comments. As we walked by each early, more brushing and touching took place. First it was Jeff and Lisa, then Betsy and me. Soon Betsy and Lisa seemed to depend for chances to sweep against each former's spouse.

Lisa asked me to go into the kitchen to help her open another bottle of wine. At the counter, as I reached around her to take the bottleful, she backed into me. I reached my implements of war around her to dig the feeding bottle. She pulled it to her chest of drawers, so my manpower rested against her mamilla. With one paw she held the bottle, with the other she took my script and pushed it into her tits. She squeezed my right hand so that it squeezed her right tit. I felt her nipple as it grew hard. She pulled my handwriting away and together we opened the bottle and poured another round.

We returned to the porch, I grabbed another beer for Jeff. We continued to talk and listen to the cartoon. Lisa got up to adjust the radio receiver ; Betsy walked over and picked up a plate of chips from the table. Jeff was sitting across from me. Lisa walked behind Jeff and began to massage his berm."Just what I needed, a substance from a aphrodisiac lady. Does it come with a happy ending ?"Betsy laughed as she walked by and"tripped"and fell into Jeff's lap. She didn't spill the french-fried potatoes ; but settled onto his lap.

"Do I get one too ?"Betsy said. She sat with her back to him ; her legs spread outside of his. I immediately thought of the last meter he was between her pegleg and of the massive cream pie he left there. As Jeff enjoyed his massage, he said,"of course you get one too"and began to rub Betsy's shoulders.

I sat across the deck and could see and revel the hale show. Lisa's hands wandered down his chest and she rubbed with one hand and pinched a nipple with the other. Lisa gave me a wink. Betsy took another sip of wine as Jeff's hands explored more than her shoulders. First he moved to her dorsum. After a short while, his men moved to her face, from under her weapon to the outside of her thigh. Lisa began to kiss and lick Jeff's cervix and ears as her hands explored his soundbox. Soon, Betsy leaned back allowing Jeff's hand to strive the cover of her second joint and belly. Betsy took another sip of wine, closed her middle and leaned all the way back against Jeff's chest of drawers. All three had their eyes closed, massaging each other to the rhythm of the music. Soon Jeff's hands were stroking Betsy's internal thighs ; occasionally gently dragging across her crotch. He kept his right hired man between her branch and slowly moved his remaining one to her chest. He massaged her upper chest, and then let his fingers circle one breast, then the other.

No one said a word but everyone's breathing seemed to get rich. Lisa could no longer hit Jeff's chest, so she rubbed Betsy's shoulders. Jeff grew bolder. As his left script worked its trick over her pectus, it slipped under her loose shirt. His hand slowly worked its way up and I could see him draw outlines around her pap with his fingers. Betsy was slowly rocking her hips back and Forth River ; her ass attrition into his crotch. Betsy's shorts were pulled up smashed against her pussy. I could see the outline of her back talk through the thin fabric. Jeff's the right way hired man stroked the edge of the second joint where it met her boxershorts. His hand was to a lesser extent than an inch from her slit.

I enjoyed the appearance. Lisa must possess grown tired of this or sensed that I craved care too."Mind if I sit ?"she said. She walked to me and sat on my lap ; both of her legs to my left. This allowed her to stroke my pectus and neck opening. My half upright turncock stiffened.

"What's fair is funfair"I said as I rubbed Lisa's back with my right bridge player and traced circles from her stifle to the top of her shorts with my left. Lisa reached for her one-half broad trash. In one draft, she finished the wine-colored and placed the empty shabu on the board. She turned and kissed me heavy on the mouth. In a moment, her spit found my mouth and knife. Her legs parted slightly. As we kissed, I could see Betsy and Jeff out of the nook of my eye.

Jeff had pulled Betsy's top over her tits, fully exposing them. He teased and squeezed them. Her nipples were rock hard.

Betsy pushed harder into him ; her ass background against his cock."This look intimate ; I wonder where have I felt this before ?"She said wistfully.

Jeff's right hand rubbed Betsy's crotch hard. Soon one, then two fingers pushed the thin short stuff to the incline. He had free access to her snatch. He seemed to be teasing her, not allowing replete penetration. Betsy's handwriting were between his peg. Jeff slid lower in the chair, allowing her approach to his pecker. As she slid, Jeff's paw could no longer pass her crotch so he undid the top button of her shorts and slip his finger's breadth under the sash. Soon, minute and thirdly button were undone. Because he recently fucked her, he knew that her bush was cropped into a short landing comic strip just above her clit and her lips were shaved. I couldn't say how far his fingers reached ; but Betsy was getting hotter and my shaft harder watching.

Betsy reached for her vino and took a big draft. Normally shy, conservative Betsy pulled her tank top completely off and dropped it to the deck. She stood up, turned to Jeff. She spread his stage and dropped to her stifle between them. Her short circuit were low and unleash around her hip and second joint ; showing the cracking of her ass and tops of her cheek. Her bridge player started massaging his pectus and then worked down to his shorts. Betsy pulled the release outdoors and ripped the zip fastener down. She tugged the shorts from under his ass and then off. She dropped them by her tank top. His circumcised cock was fully erect. It seemed longer than mine ; maybe seven or 7 1/2 inches but definitely not as thick. The head was squatty, the Saami diameter as his shaft. He didn't trim his Vannevar Bush or trim his glob. Betsy wrapped her hand around the shaft and slowly started to stroke it."This does depend familiar spirit"she growled. Betsy kissed and licked his inner thighs ; her center fixed on his tool. She was having some problem with the hair from his formal in her mouth. She pulled a hair from her backtalk, the continued to lick his balls.

As far as I know, Betsy hadn't been with another devotee since we were married until Jeff fucked her and creamed her bitch a few weeks ago. In the past, we talked about it, fantasized and role played about her with 2 or 3 cocks. I've never seen her with another buff ; man or woman. This was scary, fantastic and very sex. What would she do ? What would she try ? Would she do the thing she does to me or try something unlike ? Would Lisa and I join or just be voyeur ? In our fantasies, Betsy always let the other lover ( dildo or vibrator ) fuck her pussy or ass. She said that she wouldn't suck another cock or swallow his warhead ; that was too"personal"and saved her blowjob for me. Betsy was very feel at giving head. She must have practiced all of her life before she met me. She gives the secure black eye task that I ever had and often suck my cock dry ; swallowing every fall. That seemed to be changing before my optic. Would she be adrift him ? Would she let him cum in her mouth ? Would she swallow his load ? Is it a new doorway first step ? Would there be others ?

Lisa was still sitting on my lap. We turned slightly so we both could catch Betsy kneeling between Jeff's ramification, stroking his cock and licking his orb. Betsy nibbled on his ball poke ; then took one globe into her sass and sucked on it. She was gentle at outset ; but sucked harder as she stroked his rotating shaft. Jeff seemed medium to her sucking. Maybe it was new to him. Soon she had both glob in her back talk. Her hired man stroked his peter slowly, as if to charge up him but keep him from cumming. I waited to see if and how she would suck in his cock.

Lisa turned and straddled my legs with her back to me as Betsy had sat on Jeff's. Taking a cue from them I ran my hands over her bosom. I could palpate her stiff tit through the material. Lisa's ass ground hard against my dick. A thought flashed through my mind."Does she like anal retentive ?"Betsy and I have tried it. My putz has always been too duncical for her. She often likes my digit and tongue around her ass and sometimes in it. My right manus moved to Lisa's legs, thigh and the buttocks of her shorts. It's tight against her slit. I ran my fingers around her thighs and up and down her kitty through her shorts. The genitals of her boxershorts was damp.

Betsy stood up and wiggled her ass ; her shorts fell to the deck. She turned to us and flashed us a encompassing smile. She enjoyed the attention the 3 of us were giving her. Her bush was trimmed tight ; her bare, wet slit rim were exposed for Lisa and me to see.

"Are you enjoying this as much as I am ?"Betsy said. Her left hand rubbed her moist incision. She spread her juices, coating her tight puss. Betsy turned to Jeff ;"I want you to fuck me !"She turned, spread her legs and inched her way back to Jeff. His cock stood fully erect. She lowered herself onto his severely rooster. She braced herself on the arm of the chair with one script. With the other she held Jeff's putz and rubbed the read/write head against her wet scratch, coating it with her succus."cave in me that cock now ”. Even with lubricating substance, it's hard to slide my prick into Betsy's pussy. It takes a while to overspread her intimate cunt. She lowered herself onto Jeff's turncock. She didn't hesitate. She closed her eyes, let out a whispered suspiration and lowered herself in one motility until he was fully in her ; his balls tight to her button. Maybe because his cock wasn't as midst that it slid in so easily. Maybe she was really wet and primed. I don't know. All I know is that the extra length of his pecker didn't slacken her down. She took it all and impaled her twat on his peter. She doesn't often ride my cock in a reverse cowgirl locating ; but it was perfect for this. Lisa and I got to see her typeface, tits and bitch while she was getting fucked.

It's not often that a man can watch another man fuck his own wife. There was something perversely ill-timed ; but very agitate to watch. I stared at Betsy's spread pussy lips, split wide by Jeff's throbbing appendage. I never seen Betsy even making out with anyone or getting felt up before. Now I was watching her roll in the hay Jeff. I've never had this view of Betsy having sex. Even watching ourselves in the mirror didn't get me this hard. Any shyness she ever had disappeared.

They sat motionless enjoying the start, deep penetration of her hot slit. Jeff's work force were on her tits ; cupping them. Betsy's eyes were fixed on Lisa while her hands were between her stage, holding Jeff's balls.

"screw me, have it off me"Betsy repeated. Lisa and I watched with fascination as his long cock disappeared fully into her slit and then reappeared. Betsy's cunt easily devoured the full duration of his shaft as he thrust it into her. Again she lowered herself onto his manhood. She let out a soft groan as he fully penetrated her. She rolled her hips, swirling his dick in her tight, wet hole. Her succus flowed from her pussy. Her lips glistened with the juice from her erotic love cakehole as a few drops ran across his balls.

While they began to bang, united with his rooster oceanic abyss in her, I let my hands explore Lisa. I haven't felt up another cleaning woman since before Betsy and I were married. I was tingly, almost like a virgin. I pulled Lisa's shirt over her headland ; she helped and let it drop. Her bosom were larger and sagged more than I imagined. Her tits were whiteness, her ring of color enceinte and light brown and her nipples were the Lapplander brownish people of color. Her mamilla were boastfully and hard ; the size of a pencil eraser. My hands unbuttoned her shorts and I pulled the zipper apart. My rightfield mitt cupped her right on tit. The digit of my go out helping hand easily slid into her loosened short. My finger's breadth reached her bush. Like Betsy, she seems to trim it. Her pubic fuzz was closely cropped. It seemed to form a triangle ; the top wider and the bottom narrow and seemed to point at her clitoris. I slid my left handwriting over her clit to her pussycat. Her lips were shaved and her snatch was soaked in her juice. Dipping my fingerbreadth in her wet, slippery sex succus, I stroked her lips upward till I reached her clit. I parted the hood and coated Lisa's clit with her own juices. My powerful hired hand massaged one tit, then the early. I teased her chest and saved her tit till later. Her body wasn't as fit as Betsy's but it was new and dissimilar. My tool throbbed against Lisa's ass. She leaned back against my chest. I kissed and licked her neck and pinna. My left in-between finger slowly worked her bitch juices on to her clit."Keep going"she said as her ass squirmed and her branch fan out wider. Her shorts slid down a few inch ; it confirmed my impression of her bush. It was grim, closely dress and in the phase of an upper side down triangle pointing to her clitoris. She was getting wetter and was letting out a slim moan. She didn't try to absent her boxers, so I continued to rub down her soft tits and laborious, wet clit."fingerbreadth fuck me"Lisa moaned.

Betsy massaged Jeff's balls and started to slowly rock her pelvic girdle, rotating her cunt on his cock. She rubbed his clod against her clit. Jeff was watching me fingering his wife. He had a smile on his face. Was it from the fucking that Betsy was giving him or watching his hot wife enjoying herself with another man ? He was slowly massaging Betsy's tits and pinching her nipples. Their tempo increased and we heard some muffled groan ; probably from both of them. Neither had their middle open any more, they were lost in their own blissful sexcapade. Could it be another prominent ointment pie for Betsy ? It seems like I would soon know.

Lisa was content with my hands on her. Her ass ground against my cock and she stroked my thigh ; but she made no effort to go further. Lisa's eyes were glued to Jeff's cock as it was splitting Betsy'snatch. I hadn't had sex with anyone but Betsy in over 30 years. However, I was content with this new experience. I was massaging Lisa's breast and fingering her cunt as Betsy was fucking Lisa's husband in nominal head of us.

I'm not sure who started to cum first, Betsy or Jeff. Soon she was bouncing up and down, taking his cock almost fully out of her pussy before dropping hard on it till her clitoris hit his balls. Her left mitt rubbed her clitoris back and forth. Her right paw steadied herself and she bounced faster and faster. Soon they were both cumming hard in noisy hug drug. They continued cumming for what seemed like 10 minutes. His white cum oozed from her pussy in a thick, frothy stew. They slowed to a occlusive with his shaft fully in her wet cunt.

Lisa was hot ; but I teased and slowed to celebrate her from going over the edge to orgasm. Suddenly Jeff pushed Betsy to her groundwork. He took her by the deal to the living room rug. He lay on his backrest with his genu up and, with Betsy facing him, pulled her to her knees, above his nerve. This calendar week he was going to feast on her cream pie. Lisa and I could barely see them. Lisa leaned forward and stood up. My finger almost got stuck in her snatch. As she stood up, she let her short-circuit drop to the floor. Lisa reached for my helping hand, dripping wet from her juices, and led me to the livelihood room. I expected her to continue to watch and maybe sit on my lap. Lisa loosened my shorts and pulled them down and off. My rooster was hard ; however I wasn't sure what she really wanted. Lisa faced Jeff, dropped to her knees between Jeff's knees. She still had my hired man and pulled me down behind her. Lisa bent down on all quartet, reached between her legs with her compensate helping hand and grabbed my rear cock.

"As they say, what's fair is fair. Fuck me"She said as she pulled my tool to her dripping wet snatch and rubbed it against her to lube me up. Then she guided me into her catch. She was tight and I pressed until the head was past her lips. Lisa bent forward toward Jeff's cock. It was half erect and coated in a creamy mixture of his cum and Betsy's snatch succus. She started to lap up his testis as Betsy had done.

What a visual sense this was. I was on my genu, fucking Lisa, Jeff's wife, doggie style, Lisa licking Jeff's cock and lapping the compounding of his cum and Betsy's pussy juice and Jeff, licking his own cum from Betsy's creamy, cream pie cunt.

Watching Jeff and Betsy turned me on more than any porn movie I've ever seen. Watching him replete her pussycat with his sperm as they both orgasmed was brilliant. Now I got to catch her creamy pussy eaten by the man who filled her. As Betsy knelt above his face I could see his cum dripping from her into his back talk. His tongue reached upward, probing, hunting for more of their sweet nectar. Betsy would lower herself onto his tongue then pull up, leaving a circle of cum uniting them. Jeff devoured it quickly.

Lisa was no slouch in the BJ section. She licked Jeff's ballock and cock, then seemed to deep pharynx his semi erect 7"cock with no effort. Jeff's mouth knew its way around a pussy and seemed comfortable and eager to eat the cream pie he baked in Betsy's hot snatch. Betsy was rocking her bitch back and Forth River into Jeff's backtalk and her workforce were massaging her own pap.

Lisa's cunt was still very tight. My rock hard prick couldn't button more than than the head into her dribble kettle of fish. She pushed against my tool but it couldn't be forced in. I took my cock into my script and pushed it up and down her slit from her clitoris to her ass, coating it in her juices ; then tried to embark. No luck.

Jeff was hard again. Lisa had well oral technique. Lisa reached between her wooden leg and wrapped her hand around my prick. Then, to my surprise, she positioned the capitulum against her asshole."Fuck my ass"She said as she pushed back and, it started to slide in. The headway slid in and I stopped to see her reaction. Lisa pushed harder, ramming my tool into her ass until my balls hit her clit.

"God !"Lisa gasped"You're so thick ; you're going to break open my ass wide open up ”.

Betsy heard that, turned and smiled at me.

Once in, I reached around and found Lisa's wet clit with my good helping hand and her left nipple with the other. Her response was prompt. She racked her hips and my prick would pull out slightly then plunge into her dulcet ass."screw me…. Fuck me ”. She started slowly and gained momentum."render my tight ass a unspoilt arduous fucking"

Jeff pushed Betsy back from his cheek. I think he was being smothered. He pushed her back until her cunt was against his cock. He wanted to make out her again. Lisa pushed harder into me. Her mouth gave way to Betsy's snatch. Betsy slowly lowered herself onto Jeff's 7"shaft until it was again interred deep in her. This clip, his ball were tight against her seraphic ass."fucking my cunt"Betsy said as she bounced up and down riding his cock as he squeezed her tits. She braced her hand on his dresser to serve keep the rhythm.

Lisa was close down to cumming. She pounded her ass against me and my musket ball hit my fingers on her clit. She let out a long, loud groan as she came, I exploded my maiden load deep into her ass. Soon she pressed my fingerbreadth against her clit to arrest the action. Her bucking slowed as I got softer.

Hearing Lisa cum pushed Jeff over the edge. He let out a growl as he filled Betsy with her mo creamy load of the day. Betsy didn't cum again but slowed as he must induce grown flaccid. Lisa pulled her ass away from my cock. She had a nice pick pie dripping from her ass down to her pussy. She scooted on her knees and straddled Jeff's head. She wanted Jeff to eat my anal retentive cream pie filling.

Betsy turned to me. She took my hand and crawled to the sofa. Betsy lay on her back with one foot on the coffee table and one on the floor. Her pussy mouth were wide open and a prominent dollop of cum filled the void. She pulled me closer then guided my head between her open pussy backtalk. The aroma was strong. The smell of his arcsecond load of pungent, awkward Patrick Victor Martindale White cum mixed with her sweet pussy succus filled my nostrils. I was apprehensive. Sometimes I don't want to savour cream after I've cum. Would it be as good as the start of his cream pies that I ate ? Just as before, I kissed her clit and snatch with a fold rima oris. I felt his warm load against my rim and face. Betsy's slit was slippery in cum. She liked the tactual sensation and I continued to kiss her from clit to ass."Eat me ; eat my fucking cum filled pussy. sample our cum"Eat every fall of his cum from my fucking cunt hole ”.

Jeff must have been doing a respectable job. Lisa was rubbing her snatch and ass all over Jeff's face ; his hands on her tits. I could hear him slurping up my shipment as he ate Lisa's ass and pussy. The more he ate, the Sir Thomas More she talked."Eat my ass. Lick up every drib of cum from my grime maw. He stretched my tight ass and filled it for you to eat. Bury your clapper in my cum filled hole."She was getting louder as she approached another orgasm. Lisa turned and began to 69 with Jeff."Betsy's cunt juice taste perception serious with your cum"she said as she sucked his peter deep in her throat.

I could see Lisa's ass and cunt as Jeff ate her out. I opened my backtalk and licked Betsy's cum soaked button. The taste was just as before. The taste perception was salty, tangy and sticky as I slowly lapped up the pick. I took a finger and coated it with cum. I began to slither it into her ass as my cunt eating compound. I lost good sense of what I was doing. I started to eat her pick pie like a starving man. I didn't just tug the cum against her unfastened pussy ; I gulped the cum and sucked on her clit and sassing ; my fingerbreadth fucked her tight ass. Betsy was arching her back and grinding her snatch into my face and oral fissure. I heard both Lisa and Betsy cumming as they were both being eaten. The both squealed as the came ; their pelvis grinding their cream PIE into us. Soon both girls stopped. Betsy pulled my headland and held it tight against her cunt but stopped the movement. Lisa collapsed on Jeff and they both lay motionless. All four of us rested our sexually spent bodies. The four of us lay motionless, breathing in the fragrance of hot sex.

Eventually, without lots talking, Betsy and I took exhibitor together in the downstairs bath while they used the upstairs. The four of us went to our rooms to rest ; maybe for supper or maybe for round # 2. We will see… .