Betsy and I are at the lake waiting for another couple, Jeff and Lisa. We met them last twelvemonth. They are similar in age and build as we are. They arrive and we sit on the patio having a beverage while we catch up on recent upshot.

Lisa is sitting to my right. She is wearing a albumen blouse that buttons down the battlefront and a pair of short pink shorts. The top few buttons are loosen ; the one in the midriff of her chest is straining to agree her shirt closed. She turns towards me and leans forward to emphasize a point about her job. Her shirt hangs open showing a very obtrusive tan line plunging between her breasts. The four-way conversation continues without a great deal ostentation.

I got up to get some snacks and Lisa follows me into the kitchen. As we cut up cheese and format crackers on a record she brushes against me. I think nix of it until it happens several more clip. first gear it's her arm across my ass, then her tits against my arm. It may just be my imagination ; but I'm enjoying it. This continues as we prepare the snacks.

rear at the table, we take out seats and pick up on the conversation. Lisa's chair is now a little closer to mine. She adjusts herself and I am getting an even better opinion of her tan billet. Jeff made some comment and Betsy cracks a one-liner and we all laugh. Lisa leans in to me and gossip on how funny Betsy is. As she leans in, her shirt opens a little more and her Robert Brown, right areola and teat are clearly seeable against her milky lily-white tit. I feel my prick stab. She must take in seen me staring, but leaned back in her chairman without making a reaction and doesn't adjust her shirt to hide anything.

Lisa wants to get out on the lake and take a boat ride. We all go inside and change. Betsy has on a tankini, Lisa a white-livered one piece with a plunging cervix. Betsy's top has a blue pattern and the V-neck that drops down nicely between her knocker. Her gentle shorts show off her nicely tanned legs.

We begin to cruise around the lake, continuing our conversation, enjoying the sun and getting very strong. Lisa want to swim. We pull into a partially secluded cove and fall anchor. There are a few boat out on the main lake ; but we're the only boat in the cove.

The young lady had been drinking wine and have finished a little more than 2 bottle. Jeff has had about 4 or 5 beers.

Lisa asks if the water is warm. I open a door and wedge my human foot it."It's warm"I said.

"Are you sure ?"She asks. I tell her to perplex her metrical unit in and see for herself. She said"I'm afraid You'll get-up-and-go me in !"I put my hand on her shoulder, her skin is ardent and voiced, and I promise not to crusade her in. She tests the water and agrees.

I ask her and Jeff if they each want to have a mickle to float on. Lisa says yes but Jeff replies he isn't ready to swim. Betsy also will wait.

Lisa stands at the top of the ladder. She tries to position the raft so she can get on without getting too wet. She tries to go down facing forward, then backwards. The pot is getting the better of her. As she leans toward the water to locating the lot, her sunglasses begging to fall. She catches them and turns to hand them to me so I can safely store them. As she does, Another pocket-size wardrobe malfunction ; another nip-slip. It's a small slip but she knows that I saw it. Lisa flashes me a coy smile. She maneuvers onto the mint. I follow on my pile.

We swam for a while, floating on the floaties, soaking up ray. We drift and float continuing our conversation. I see Betsy and Jeff sitting and chatting on the breast bench bottom together while the euphony plays. A entitle duck soup pushing us away from the gravy boat. I can't hear Betsy or Jeff. Lisa too has drifted farther from me and it's severe to hear each former. I paddle to her. She grabs my passel and pulls us together. Her head word is at my feet and visa versa. I hold her flock too, every once and awhile, a wave from a gravy boat on the briny lake pass by prison-breaking over the raft and startles her. The cold piss on her chest of drawers raises her nipples. I notice that her washup suit is riding up her genitalia. It's tight against her and the water supply helps to show the outline of her pussy. Her back talk are noticeable ; no sign of a bush. I'm sure she catches me staring at her. Occasionally she adjusts her suit of clothes, but only makes it More taught against her skin. Watching her wet, sexy torso is turning me on. Only the cold water keeps my cock from standing at attention.

Lisa reaches under my muckle and hang-up against my leg."oh, sorry, I didn't mean to grab your ass"she said. I tell her it's just my leg."Then I'm really pitiful"she replies with a smile.

As we float, well away from the boat, I get glimpses of Jeff and Betsy sitting close together. I can't hear them ; but they seem to be laughing and enjoying each other.they seem much closer together each time I look at them. Their arms are resting on the back of the seat shock, almost embracing.

After almost an hour on the rafts, Lisa tells me she is getting cold and wants to get out. Cold or excited, her nipples are very put up. I reluctantly agree and follow her.

Lisa reaches the run first. She has a little trouble getting off the raft and onto the ladder. I gently reach forward, hold the ladder with one script and push her hip with the other. As she climbs up, I get another majuscule view of her ass and pussy covered only by the thin, wet fabric.

I follow her up the ladder and set about to dry off.

Soon the medicine and the warm sun had everyone relaxed. The girls worked on their tan ; adjusting the rooms to get maximum sun coverage.

Jeff and I both have our shirts off. Everyone is air drying and basking in the sun. Both fille have pulled the straps off or to the slope during the day to remove most of the tan lines. Neither miss was topless but the wine made them less concerned if a strap dropped a lilliputian low.

Then we sat around listening to tune and chatting.

An old Elton John Song dynasty,"Sweet Painted ma'am"comes on."…. getting paid for being laid, I guess that's the figure of the game… ”.

Both girls chime in in unison"how come you don't pay us ? We get laid a lot"

Jeff quickly responded,"fountainhead how practically are you worth ? What are your rates ?"

Betsy retorted,"You can't afford us !"she turned, bent over and playfully shoved her ass at Jeff's face. Lisa playfully pulled a strap off of her top and teasingly, exposed the top of her decently breast.

With that, everyone explosion out laughing and had another potable. The sun, the lake, the tunes and the booze are making everyone loose.

Betsy, in the figurehead of the boat plopped down on the bench seat again next to Jeff. I started the locomotive and Lisa sat in the gage across the aisle from me and curled up in the reclining couch can facing me. She closed her eyes, pulled the strap of her top down, further than before and I think, and showed off a little tit for me.

Then we rode around the lake for a variety of gait. Betsy and Jeff were up front giggling and I couldn't make out much of their talking due to the noise of the engine. She had her back against the shock, her ft on the deck. Gradually, I notice she had one understructure on the deck of cards, the early on the bench. Her legs were spread open. Betsy was laughing. I didn't think much of it at 1st ; but she was really enjoying herself ( and Jeff ) more than I've seen her in quite a piece. Jeff had one foundation on the Bench between her wooden leg, and possibly on her thigh.

Lisa shifted in the tush, a bit suggestively,"The sun smell beneficial, and Mmmm I feel really good."Lisa said as rolled to her spine and spread her legs to expose her inner thighs. This was making it firmly for me to condense on driving the sauceboat. In my mind, her poses were getting sexier. She shifted, her right hired hand rested suggestively on her lower tummy and left helping hand reached out toward me.

Between the two girls, I was getting horny and my cock a small chubby.

I made minuscule talk with Lisa. No issue what we said, she got a bit more suggestive."I'm getting hot,"said Lisa."Really hot. What do you think I should do ?"

A few moment passed."My suit is almost dry, but I'm wet."She said as she pulled at the fabric of her suit of clothes near her stomach. It pulled wet and away from her pelt. For a few seconds, the rubber band around her legs pulled away and exposed a thin strip of her dark bush. Then I looked into her eyes. She gave a coy lilliputian smile then she looked toward my genital organ. I think she noticed that she had made my dick stiff."You seem to be enjoying this as a good deal as I am."She said.

She pulled at the cause again so that it just covered her kitty-cat, showing how trimmed her bush was."I want to minimize my tan lines. You'd like that, right ?"Was it the wine talking or was she suggesting something more ?

I nervously glanced at Betsy. We had never crossed this line and I was sure I would get myself in trouble if I went down this route too far with Lisa. Betsy and I often fantasized about 3-somes and four-somes but never went past the phantasy. The thought of Betsy sucking and fucking mortal else was a act on for both of us ; but a little scary. She always said that, if I wanted, she would fuck a guy ; but not suck him off. Betsy loved making ointment Proto-Indo European with me and the thought of her pussy filled with soul else's cream turned her on and made me curious. Giving other bozo BJ's was ‘ too personal'for her and she saved her mouth for me only. She gives great cock sucking and I tease her that she should pass moral to her friends so they can please their lovers.

I saw that Betsy has slid down the couch ; she was almost matted on her back with her head slightly propped up. One leg was on the bench behind Jeff and the other suspension over with her base on the deck. Jeff was facing her with his leg bent and knee toward her. Her private parts was pressed against his knee. Her blue shorts rode up her legs'barely covering her pussy. Her oculus were fixed on Jeff ; she didn't glance toward me or Lisa. I wasn't indisputable if I was thankful that she wasn't listening to us and watching me or if I should be getting jealous of how"well-fixed"she was getting with Jeff. It didn't subject ; the two girls were getting me steamy by the minute.

After 2 hours on the lake, Betsy announces"we're getting pledge and roasted ! Let's head back."so we headed in. Maybe Betsy will jump my castanets when we get back or maybe this will go somewhere else. Either way, my cock needed female attention.

The misstep back was a little more of the same. Betsy and Jeff having a private conversation ; Lisa continues to be a tease, both in her conversation and body language. We docked the gravy boat."Go ahead, I'll close up down here"I said. No one objected. The 3 of them go up to the house. I can try them laughing as they go up the stairs. I refill the gravy boat with gas, put away the floaties and put the cover on the boat. It takes about 25 or 30 second before I can head up to join them. As I head in, I figured they were all showered and relaxed, or Lisa and Jeff were going at it and hopefully Betsy was waiting to occupy care of me.

I go in the back door and can hear the shower running play, I see Lisa going into guest sleeping accommodation. She has a towel wrapped half way around her, showing caboodle of leg and a trivial ass. She smiles and gives me a little moving ridge."Enjoy"she said as she closed the threshold.

No time for me to respond."Strange"I think. Did she ask that as a question ? Enjoy putting the boat away ? I wondered. She didn't give me a arcsecond smell. All of the flirting in the boat seems to be leading to nothing.

I dropped my shirt on the story, pour a glass of water, take a gulp and climb the stairs. I reach the top and round the corner into our bedroom. Then to my surprise….

Betsy is sprawled on the bed."You've been officious down there."She said."How's your appetency ? Time for a little afters ?"

The covers are hanging to the base. Her head is propped on the pillow. She is looking at me and smiling. The left strap of her tank top is pulled down exposing her Elwyn Brooks White, left knocker. It is gross white against her tan bureau. Her tit is erect. The downcast short pants are on the story. She has her left leg bent with the articulatio genus in the air. Her right leg is outspread apart on the bed. Her give hired man is between her legs. Her fingers, shaved cunt lips and thigh are coated in thick, white-hot cum ; a perfect cream-pie. Her fingers are circling her button, working the cum into a fret.

"I've made a cream pie for you. I know how you like it. Actually it's a pick pie that we made for you."

I'm stunned."WOW"is all I could say. She looks so surefooted and sexy. We've fantasized about her with 2 putz ; but she never could get past the bedchamber fantasy. We've played"who would you fuck"in prevention but never past the hypothetical phase. Now her cunt was coated in someone else's cum.

With her decently hand she motions me."seminal fluid here. afters for you and more than cooking for me ”. I slowly approach the side of meat of the bed. My cock has rigidifying and she reaches toward me. She wraps her paw around my stiff pecker through my bathing suit. After a few strokes, she pulls at the waist striation and said,"It's clip to unwrap the next constituent"; I help push them to the floor.

She wraps her hand around the swollen shaft and pulls the head to her brim."Time to prepare the next course"She said as she licks the head like a lollypop. My center are glued to the erotic panorama, her fingers working the cream pie on to her clit. I may accept mumbled ; but surely couldn't get the parole out. Betsy's justly mitt is firmly clenched around the irradiation of my rooster. She pulls me on to the bed and I straddle her head, never taking my eyes off of her cream soaked pussy. I kneel over her head facing her aphrodisiacal catch. My allow hand reaches for her bare left tit. I slowly draw a roach around her tit with my finger. I pinch her nipple ; gently at first, then harder. She tenses at the emergency. My centre still glued to her cream pie.

Betsy pulls my ass down on to her face. I feel her tongue against my balls. I keep them shaved for her. She licks them eagerly like a melting ice cream strobile. I lean forward resting on my forearms. My hard dick is against her left tit. My eyes are fixed on her fingers strumming her cum soaked clit, poking out from her cream covered hood.

She opens her oral cavity and takes my balls into her. She spits them out."Doesn't the pie smell good ? Don't you want to get a good look at it ?"Her correct hand is behind my rachis. She pulls my thorax down on her. My face is inches from her pick covered cunt. I can smell her sweet sex mixed with the pungent, common salt air aroma of seminal fluid. I've tasted and smelled my cum on her before. This was different. I've never smelled another man's cum before, let alone on Betsy. Her slit lips are go around extensive apart. By the looks of her pussy she obviously had just been fucked ; but not by me. Her intimate back talk were also spread apart and her vagina was encompassing undefended. He must bear pulled out while cumming in her and nip a few end streams of cum on her. There are several clump of boneheaded white cum on her garnish bush above her clit and one on her second joint. There is a pool of juicy, ovalbumin cum filling her open pussy hole. It seems to be a mixture of sperm and her slit succus. The rest of her snatch was glistening in a wet, lightly colored cream and succus. A pocket-size white stream of juice leaked in rivulets to her ass. She not only had just been fucked, but she got very juicy and he left a large load when he came in her cunt.

Words still scarper me. Her mouth is too busy sucking my Lucille Ball to talk.

She gently sucks one of my balls and, with both of her script behind my neck, pulls my face onto her pussycat. My lips imperativeness into her cream covered muff. I push my unsympathetic mouth onto her open pussy. The cream is warm and slippery ; the olfactory property new and heavenly. I feel the jelly like cum being pushed by my lips. I kiss her snatch lips with my closed in mouth. I lift my head to enjoy the view ; cum spliff to my mustache and forms string of man juice to the hair of her cut back pubic landing cartoon strip. Then I open my backtalk and my natural language tastes her sweet juices and the salty, tangy cum coating the area around her spread kitty brim. I ‘ m not bisexual or cuckhold ; but eating Betsy's pussy total of soul else's cum while she sucks my testis was strangely erotic and a turn-on."Delicious"was all I could say.

Her sassing closing on my ball sack and she sucks more forcefully. I open my mouth and taste the glistening variety of their sex. Licking as I went, I touched the ball of white goo on her thigh with the tip of my tongue. It was pushed to the face by my tongue. I loose my sass and sop up it in. It's still hot ; the taste is secure and salty. I do the Sami to the larger clod of semen above her clit. I suck them into my rima oris. I don't swallow them ; but let them roll in my mouth. Next I fully probe her interior cunt sassing. I bury my tongue into the pool of cum in her vagina. I swirl my natural language in her like a cocktail swizzle stick. Some of the cum is thick, white and creamy ; some is merge with her cunt succus, clearer but still slipperiness. I've never felt her cunt this juicy and slick. I pull my read/write head back, raise up her rosehip so I can lick the river of juice that runs to her ass. I flick her cum coated asshole with the tip of my tongue. I lap up cum as my glossa heads back to her pussy. I tongue her button through the thick, slippery cream coating it. I French kiss her pussy as I tongue her from her clitoris to her ass again. My tongue slowly circles her clitoris, once, twice, slowly at first, then down to her creamy ass. After a minute of licking and pushing the cum around her clit I pick up amphetamine. The taste of the mixed cum is intoxicating. I feel as high as she did from the wine-colored. The thought of tasting another's cum never turned me on ; but seeing this large incumbrance on and in Betsy was dissimilar. She always gets turned on when we fantasize about her doing 2 guys. She loves a dildo or vibrator in her pussy as she sucks me off. If I talk to her about taking 2 stopcock at once, she cums quickly and hard. She has always been too timid to act on it. Now, although it's not 2 guys at once, it's 2, back to back. I don't know what prompted her over the edge ; but I liked it.

Suddenly she pushes my off of her."Do you want sloughy endorsement ? Time to fuck me and add more pick to my pie !"she says.

Without answering, I turn and emplacement my cock in forepart of her spread, emollient filled cunt. I lean into her and kiss her hard on her unfold backtalk. The cum, still in my mouth, spills into hers. Our tongues wrestle and she tastes the salty elixir of her pussy juice and his cum. The head of my pecker pushes into the ointment pie and forces her purulent mouth wider apart. I slide my tough turncock deeper into her, slippery, cream filled cunt. She gasps. I slowly pull out and thrust back in. Several to a greater extent poke and cum is oozing from her, coating my cock and orchis. I pull my mouth from hers ; she swirls her cum drink with her tongue and swallows.

"sufficiency"she says and in an instant her pussy puff from my cock. She spins around and guides my cum drenched tool into her open mouth. Her peg are spread wide. Her pussycat and second joint are soaked in a effervescent ointment. I dive into her with my mouth open across-the-board. My oral fissure covers her pass around pussy lips. I roll her on top of me. Cum is dripping on to and into my mouth and coating my face. I savor this new incur savor of her juice. I've often eaten her pussy filled with my cum. This taste is similar, but unlike. I don't know if it was because I was happy that she finally fulfilled her secret desire to fuck soul else or because it was her and my for the first time rattling sloppy instant. As I savored her cream pie she licked and sucked my stiff peter. She cleaned off every drop of the aphrodisiacal juice assortment from my gumshoe and balls.

I thrust my tongue deeper into her slipery puss, lapping up her juice. White drops of cum still covered her ass and fracture. As I fucked her bitch with my tongue, I coated my redress in-between finger in his cum. Then I slid my slippery finger up, circled her ass and gently slid the tip of it in. She must take liked it, she sucked my musket ball harder. Timing the thrust of my lingua in her cunt, I slid my finger to the 1st joint, then the indorsement. Her breathing quickened and her tongue circled by Ball. She lifted her ass and pushed my face hard into her open backtalk. My cum soaked finger worked in and out, ever so slightly rich until it was fully buried in her ass as she was rocking back and Forth River, up and down. Her mouth was around my lump, her juicy pussycat fucked by my tongue and her ass fucked by my cum soaked finger. This was intimate heaven. My load was cook to explode as she edged toward an sexual climax. I could feel her cum against my mouth. Her ass clenched my finger and held it tight. She lifted her articulatio coxae driving her cunt against my hungry mouth.

Again she pushed me off. She pulled my cock and positioned it against her parted cunt sass. She pulled me into her as she thrust her hip into me."fill my bitch up again with more cum"she whispered."It felt estimable when he filled me, now I want to feel you fill me ”. We fucked hard as she came again. My tool exploded forcefully into her puss, filling it with another, different pick pie. I fucked her until I was empty. She continued to grind her button against me. My cock grew sonant. She pulled me off and position beside me. She was still hot and she slid a finger's breadth to her clit now soaked in my cum. She turned and kissed the head of my cock, then began licking the creamy sex juice from the 3 of us off the head. She said"Let's see if your cum has dissimilar flavor from his ”. I slid my pass to her slit. It too was now coated in the cum from the 3 of us. My cock was responding to her tongue. Likewise, I replaced her finger on her clit with my lingua. It tasted unlike than before ; a new beverage. My cum tasted saltier. I pulled her on top of my so that this potable would flow into my oral fissure. I didn't want to slop a drop cloth.

Betsy licked the head of my rooster and then the shaft. She then took my shaft into her mouth and sucked the last drop of my cum from my dick. I stiffened, my cock was responding to her. She sucked my peter and fucked it with her oral fissure. After a few mo my cock was rock hard. She licked some cum from my balls, trading my straight cum with the 3 person smorgasbord. She seemed to relish changing between the two tone.

Her hips continued a decelerate whirling working her clit against my waiting back talk. She was picking up speed. Her hips moved faster and harder, grinding her clit into my mouth as she sucked my cock harder, with my fucking her mouth faster. I don't know how long it took but we both came again. She was bucking her cunt against me like a wild gymnastic horse and I was fucking her mouth. She deep throated my entire cock. Each jabbing of my peter buried into her throat as my Lucille Ball slapped her cheek. She sucked me dry and I nearly passed out as she smothered my mouth and poke with her cum soaked pussy and ass. The olfactory sensation and taste were the just I've had.

As we slowed, I rolled her off of me. We were both worn-out. We lay drenched in sweat and cum. We both realized what happened at the same meter. We had sucked and fucked with risky abandon, all the while the door to our room was wide open and our guests were across the Granville Stanley Hall. I'm not for certain if they enjoyed listening to us or joined in with their own party. We had been too busy to notice.

After a few transactions we both grabbed our towels and walked, naked past their room to the shower. I wonder if this gave them any ideas or if this will lead to a new chapter. Time will tell .