Betsy and I are at the lake waiting for another couple, Jeff and Lisa. We met them lowest twelvemonth. They are similar in age and shape as we are. They arrive and we sit on the patio having a crapulence while we catch up on Recent events.

Lisa is sitting to my right. She is wearing a T. H. White blouse that button down the straw man and a pair of short pink underdrawers. The top few buttons are sunk ; the one in the middle of her thorax is straining to hold her shirt closed. She turns towards me and leans forward to emphasize a point in time about her job. Her shirt hangs open showing a very detectable tan line plunging between her breasts. The four-way conversation continues without much fanfare.

I got up to get some snack and Lisa follows me into the kitchen. As we cut up cheese and do crackers on a platter she brushes against me. I think nothing of it until it happens several more times. First 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.

Back at the table, we take out seats and pick up on the conversation. Lisa's chairman is now a picayune closer to mine. She adjusts herself and I am getting an even better perspective of her tan line. Jeff made some comment and Betsy cracks a one-liner and we all laugh. Lisa leans in to me and comments on how funny Betsy is. As she leans in, her shirt opens a little more and her brown, properly areola and mamilla are clearly visible against her milky white tit. I feel my cock twinge. She must have seen me staring, but leaned back in her chair without making a reaction and doesn't adjust her shirt to veil anything.

Lisa wants to get out on the lake and rent a boat ride. We all go privileged and alteration. Betsy has on a tankini, Lisa a chickenhearted one part with a plunging neck. Betsy's top has a blue radiation pattern and the V-neck that drops down nicely between her tits. Her depressed boxershorts show off her nicely tanned branch.

We begin to cruise around the lake, continuing our conversation, enjoying the sun and getting very warmly. Lisa want to swim. We pull into a partially secluded cove and drop anchor. There are a few gravy boat out on the independent lake ; but we're the exclusively gravy holder in the cove.

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

Lisa asks if the water is warm. I open a door and stick my base it."It's affectionate"I said.

"Are you sure ?"She asks. I tell her to stay her foot in and see for herself. She said"I'm afraid You'll thrust me in !"I put my hand on her shoulder, her skin is warm and soft, and I promise not to push her in. She tests the water and agrees.

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

Lisa stands at the top of the ladder. She tries to lieu the spate so she can get on without getting too wet. She tries to go down facing forward, then backwards. The raft is getting the better of her. As she leans toward the water to billet the mountain, her sunglasses begging to flow. She catches them and turns to deal them to me so I can safely store them. As she does, Another small press malfunction ; another nip-slip. It's a small pillow slip but she knows that I saw it. Lisa flashes me a coy smile. She maneuvers onto the raft. I follow on my raft.

We swam for a while, floating on the floaties, soaking up beam of light. We drift and float continuing our conversation. I see Betsy and Jeff sitting and chatting on the front terrace bum together while the medicine plays. A gruntle breeze pushes us away from the boat. I can't find out Betsy or Jeff. Lisa too has drifted farther from me and it's surd to discover each former. I paddle to her. She grabs my lot and pulls us together. Her head is at my human foot and visa versa. I hold her mass too, every once and awhile, a waving from a boat on the main lake passing by breaks over the deal and startles her. The inhuman water on her chest raises her nipples. I notice that her bathing suit is riding up her private parts. It's tight against her and the water helps to show the outline of her pussycat. Her lips are noticeable ; no foretoken of a shrub. I'm sure she catches me staring at her. Occasionally she adjusts her suit, but only makes it more taught against her skin. Watching her wet, aphrodisiacal consistency is turning me on. Only the cold pee keeps my cock from standing at aid.

Lisa reaches under my heap 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 sorry"she replies with a smile.

As we float, well away from the boat, I get coup d'oeil 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 limb are resting on the back of the tail end cushions, almost embracing.

After almost an hr on the peck, Lisa tells me she is getting frigidity and wants to get out. Cold or excited, her mamilla are very put up. I reluctantly agree and follow her.

Lisa reaches the ravel first. She has a short worry getting off the heap and onto the ladder. I gently reach forward, hold the ladder with one hired man and push her hip with the former. As she climbs up, I get another great view of her ass and pussy covered only by the thin, wet fabric.

I follow her up the ladder and begin to dry off.

Soon the medicine and the lovesome sun had everyone relaxed. The fille worked on their tans ; adjusting the rooms to get level best sun coverage.

Jeff and I both have our shirts off. Everyone is air drying and basking in the sun. Both little girl have pulled the straps off or to the side during the day to take out about of the tan lines. Neither girl was topless but the wine-colored made them less relate if a strap dropped a piffling low.

Then we sat around listening to tunes and chatting.

An old Elton John song,"Sweet Painted Lady"comes on."…. getting paid for being laid, I guess that's the public 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,"Well how much are you worth ? What are your rates ?"

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

With that, everyone burst out laughing and had another crapulence. The sun, the lake, the melodic phrase and the strong drink are making everyone loose.

Betsy, in the social movement of the boat plopped down on the bench backside again next to Jeff. I started the locomotive and Lisa sat in the dorsum across the aisle from me and curled up in the reclining couch can facing me. She closed her centre, pulled the strap of her top down, farther than before and I think, and showed off a minuscule tit for me.

Then we rode around the lake for a variety of pace. Betsy and Jeff were up front giggling and I couldn't make out much of their talking due to the stochasticity of the locomotive engine. She had her back against the cushion, her foot on the deck. Gradually, I notice she had one foot on the pack of cards, the early on the terrace. Her legs were spread open. Betsy was laughing. I didn't think much of it at first ; but she was really enjoying herself ( and Jeff ) more than than I've seen her in quite a while. Jeff had one foot on the bench between her ramification, and possibly on her thigh.

Lisa shifted in the seat, a bit suggestively,"The sun feel good, and Mmmm I feel really good."Lisa said as rolled to her back and bed covering her legs to expose her inner thighs. This was making it surd for me to decoct on driving the gravy holder. In my mind, her mannerism were getting sexier. She shifted, her right hand rested suggestively on her crushed abdomen and left hand reached out toward me.

Between the two girls, I was getting horny and my turncock a little chubby.

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

A few second passed."My suit is almost dry, but I'm wet."She said as she pulled at the fabric of her suit near her stomach. It pulled taut and away from her hide. 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 little smiling then she looked toward my crotch. I think she noticed that she had made my cock stiff."You seem to be enjoying this as much as I am."She said.

She pulled at the suit again so that it just covered her pussy, showing how lop her pubic hair was."I want to minimize my tan dividing line. 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 for certain I would get myself in trouble if I went down this road too far with Lisa. Betsy and I often fantasized about 3-somes and four-somes but never went past the fantasy. The thought of Betsy sucking and fucking somebody else was a turn on for both of us ; but a footling scary. She always said that, if I wanted, she would lie with a guy ; but not suck him off. Betsy loved making cream pies with me and the thought of her pussy filled with individual else's cream turned her on and made me odd. Giving other guys BJ's was ‘ too personal'for her and she saved her mouth for me only. She gives smashing blowjobs and I tease her that she should apply lessons to her friend so they can please their lovers.

I saw that Betsy has slid down the lounge ; she was almost flat on her rachis with her head slightly propped up. One leg was on the bench behind Jeff and the other dangling over with her foot on the pack of cards. Jeff was facing her with his leg bent and knee toward her. Her privates was pressed against his knee. Her blue sky shorts rode up her legs'barely covering her pussycat. Her eye were fixed on Jeff ; she didn't glimpse toward me or Lisa. I wasn't sure if I was thankful that she wasn't listening to us and watching me or if I should be getting jealous of how"comfortable"she was getting with Jeff. It didn't matter ; the two girls were getting me corneous by the minute.

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

The trip back was a little more of the same. Betsy and Jeff having a private conversation ; Lisa continues to be a vexer, both in her conversation and organic structure 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 get wind them laughing as they go up the steps. I refill the gravy holder with gas, put away the floaties and put the cover on the boat. It takes about 25 or 30 mo before I can maneuver 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 withdraw care of me.

I go in the back room access and can hear the shower running, I see Lisa going into guest bedroom. She has a towel wrapped half way around her, showing scads of leg and a little ass. She smiles and gives me a trivial wave."Enjoy"she said as she closed the door.

No metre 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 second look. All of the flirting in the sauceboat seems to be leading to nothing.

I dropped my shirt on the flooring, pour a glass of piss, take a gulp and go up the stairs. I reach the top and round the corner into our sleeping room. Then to my surprise….

Betsy is sprawled on the bed."You've been meddlesome down there."She said."How's your appetite ? time for a minuscule sweet ?"

The blanket are hanging to the floor. 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 white, left chest. It is stark albumen against her tan thorax. Her mammilla is tumid. The blue shortstop are on the floor. She has her left leg knack with the knee in the air. Her right leg is spreadhead apart on the bed. Her go forth hand is between her pegleg. Her fingers, shaved pussy lips and second joint are coated in thick, white cum ; a perfect cream-pie. Her fingerbreadth are circling her clitoris, working the cum into a lather.

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

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

With her right hand she motions me."seed here. Dessert for you and more than cooking for me ”. I slowly approach the side of the bed. My shaft has rigidification and she reaches toward me. She wraps her hired hand around my stiff tool through my bathing suit. After a few strokes, she pulls at the waist band and said,"It's prison term to unwrap the next constituent"; I help agitate them to the floor.

She wraps her hired hand around the swollen shaft and pulls the caput to her rim."Time to organise the future course"She said as she licks the head like a lollypop. My eye are glued to the erotic picture, her digit working the cream pie on to her clit. I may stimulate mumbled ; but surely couldn't get the words out. Betsy's right wing paw is firmly clenched around the shaft of my stopcock. She pulls me on to the bed and I straddle her read/write head, never taking my eyes off of her cream soaked pussy. I kneel over her oral sex facing her sexy catch. My left hand orbit for her bare left tit. I slowly draw a circle around her tit with my finger. I pinch her mammilla ; gently at first, then harder. She tenses at the emergency. My eyes still glued to her cream pie.

Betsy pulls my ass down on to her nerve. I feel her natural language against my testis. I keep them shaved for her. She licks them eagerly like a melt ice cream cone. I lean forward resting on my forearms. My hard cock is against her left tit. My heart are fixed on her digit strumming her cum soaked clit, poking out from her cream covered hood.

She opens her mouth and takes my ball into her. She spits them out."Doesn't the pie tone good ? Don't you want to get a honorable expression at it ?"Her justly hand is behind my cover. She pulls my chest down on her. My face is inches from her cream covered cunt. I can reek her unfermented sex interracial with the pungent, salt air odour of ejaculate. I've tasted and smelled my cum on her before. This was unlike. I've never smelled another man's cum before, let alone on Betsy. Her pussy lips are pass around wide apart. By the looks of her pussy she obviously had just been fucked ; but not by me. Her inner rim were also spread apart and her vagina was across-the-board candid. He must bear pulled out while cumming in her and dig a few last flow of cum on her. There are respective lump of thick white cum on her trimmed bush above her clit and one on her thigh. There is a pool of juicy, white cum filling her unfold snatch mess. It seems to be a mixture of sperm and her pussy succus. The rest of her slit was glistening in a wet, lightly colored ointment and juice. A small white stream of juice leaked in rill to her ass. She not only had just been fucked, but she got very juicy and he left a large lode when he came in her cunt.

Words still escape me. Her mouth is too busy sucking my chunk to talk.

She gently sucks one of my balls and, with both of her hands behind my neck opening, pulls my aspect onto her kitty-cat. My lips press into her pick covered fumble. I push my conclude mouth onto her open pussy. The cream is warm and slippery ; the aroma new and heavenly. I feel the jelly like cum being pushed by my lip. I kiss her pussy brim with my fold back talk. I lift my head to enjoy the view ; cum stick to my mustache and forms strings of man juice to the fuzz of her crop pubic landing funnies. Then I open my lips and my glossa tastes her sweet juice and the salty, sourish cum coating the orbit around her spread pussy sass. I ‘ m not bisexual or cuckhold ; but eating Betsy's pussy full of person else's cum while she sucks my balls was strangely erotic and a turn-on."Delicious"was all I could say.

Her mouth closes on my ball liberation and she sucks more forcefully. I open my sass and taste the glistening mix of their sex. Licking as I went, I touched the clod of snowy goo on her thigh with the tip of my tongue. It was pushed to the side by my lingua. I open my backtalk and take in it in. It's still hot ; the taste is strong and salty. I do the Lapplander to the larger clump of semen above her clit. I suck them into my mouth. I don't swallow them ; but let them roll in my mouth. Next I fully probe her interior cunt lips. I bury my tongue into the pool of cum in her vagina. I swirl my tongue in her like a cocktail swizzle stick. Some of the cum is slurred, clean and creamy ; some is mixed with her cunt succus, clearer but still slick. I've never felt her pussy this juicy and slick. I pull my forefront back, raise up her hips so I can work the river of juice that runs to her ass. I flick her cum coated asshole with the tip of my knife. I lap up cum as my natural language capitulum back to her slit. I tongue her clitoris through the midst, slippery cream coating it. I French kiss her slit as I tongue her from her clitoris to her ass again. My tongue slowly circles her clit, 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 speed. The taste of the mixed cum is intoxicating. I feel as high as she did from the wine-coloured. The thought of tasting another's cum never turned me on ; but seeing this gravid load on and in Betsy was dissimilar. She always gets turned on when we fantasize about her doing 2 guy wire. She loves a dildo or vibrator in her twat as she sucks me off. If I talk to her about taking 2 cocks at once, she cums quickly and hard. She has always been too shy 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 soggy seconds ? Time to know me and add more emollient to my pie !"she says.

Without answering, I turn and position my hammer in front of her spreadhead, cream filled pussy. I lean into her and kiss her hard on her afford sassing. The cum, still in my oral fissure, spills into hers. Our lingua wrestle and she tastes the salty elixir of her cunt juice and his cum. The head of my stopcock pushing into the emollient pie and forces her pussy lips wider apart. I slide my hard cock deeper into her, slippery, cream filled cunt. She gasps. I slowly pull out and lunge back in. Several more thrusts and cum is oozing from her, coating my stopcock and balls. I pull my back talk from hers ; she swirls her cum drink with her clapper and swallows.

"Enough"she says and in an instant her pussy pulls from my putz. She spins around and usher my cum drenched cock into her open sass. Her legs are diffuse broad. Her kitty and second joint are soaked in a spumy cream. I dive into her with my back talk open all-embracing. My mouth covers her spread twat 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 ascertain smack of her juices. I've often eaten her pussy filled with my cum. This taste is similar, but different. I don't know if it was because I was happy that she finally fulfilled her mystical desire to fuck somebody else or because it was her and my foremost real baggy seconds. As I savored her cream pie she licked and sucked my buckram turncock. She cleaned off every cliff of the sexy juice commixture from my putz and clump.

I thrust my glossa deeper into her slipery pussy, lapping up her succus. Patrick White drops of cum still covered her ass and pass. As I fucked her cunt with my lingua, I coated my right middle fingerbreadth in his cum. Then I slid my slippery finger up, circled her ass and gently slid the tip of it in. She must feature liked it, she sucked my balls harder. Timing the thrust of my tongue in her kitty, I slid my finger to the 1st joint, then the second. Her respiration quickened and her tongue circled by balls. She lifted her ass and pushed my face hard into her open lips. My cum soaked fingerbreadth worked in and out, ever so slightly deeper until it was fully buried in her ass as she was rocking back and forth, up and down. Her mouth was around my testicle, her juicy pussy fucked by my tongue and her ass fucked by my cum soaked finger's breadth. This was sexual heaven. My cargo was fix to explode as she edged toward an orgasm. I could feel her cum against my mouth. Her ass clenched my finger and held it tight. She lifted her hips driving her cunt against my thirsty mouth.

Again she pushed me off. She pulled my cock and positioned it against her parted cunt backtalk. She pulled me into her as she thrust her coxa into me."fill my cunt up again with more cum"she whispered."It felt soundly when he filled me, now I want to sense you fill me ”. We fucked hard as she came again. My putz exploded forcefully into her puss, filling it with another, dissimilar cream pie. I fucked her until I was empty. She continued to grind her clitoris against me. My tool grew soft. She pulled me off and laid beside me. She was still hot and she slid a finger to her clit now soaked in my cum. She turned and kissed the straits of my cock, then began licking the creamy sex juices from the 3 of us off the straits. She said"Let's see if your cum has different savor from his ”. I slid my header to her snatch. It too was now coated in the cum from the 3 of us. My cock was responding to her clapper. Likewise, I replaced her fingerbreadth on her clit with my clapper. It tasted different than before ; a new crapulence. My cum tasted saltier. I pulled her on top of my so that this deglutition would flow into my mouth. I didn't want to spill a drop.

Betsy licked the nous of my peter and then the shaft. She then took my stopcock into her mouth and sucked the live on free fall of my cum from my shaft. I stiffened, my cock was responding to her. She sucked my cock and fucked it with her oral cavity. After a few minutes my peter was rock intemperately. She licked some cum from my balls, trading my uncoiled cum with the 3 person mixture. She seemed to relish changing between the two flavors.

Her hip continued a deadening gyration working her clit against my waiting mouth. She was picking up hurrying. 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 prospicient it took but we both came again. She was bucking her cunt against me like a fantastic horse and I was fucking her mouth. She deep throated my stallion cock. Each driving force of my cock buried into her pharynx as my balls slapped her face. She sucked me dry and I nearly passed out as she smothered my mouth and nose with her cum soaked cunt and ass. The odour and taste were the best I've had.

As we slowed, I rolled her off of me. We were both spent. We lay drenched in sweat and cum. We both realized what happened at the same clock time. We had sucked and fucked with natural state unconstraint, all the while the door to our room was wide spread out and our guests were across the student residence. I'm not sure if they enjoyed listening to us or joined in with their own political party. We had been too busy to notice.

After a few minutes we both grabbed our towels and walked, naked past their way to the shower. I wonder if this gave them any ideas or if this will extend to a new chapter. time will tell .