This is the second in a serial publication of narration. To fully appreciate this one, I suggest you read the 1st Betsy's Creampie - Rewritten.

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

It was rainy and very quick this past tense weekend. We spent about of the sentence on the covered back porch. Jeff had a beer while the girls drank their wine. No one actually wheel spoke of endure 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 touch at the carnal pleasures her had with my married woman. I wondered if it was a onetime case, pushed to the spine of everyone's mind. Forever to be thought of only when our minds drifted to those deep, taboo sexual thoughts.

Both girls were braless, wore tank crest and short pants that showed a lot of tanned, sexy leg. Betsy's top was yellowed and topped with pinko lace. If she leaned forward, the low neck drooped and you could see her small but perky tits. Lisa had a racy top. No lace and it was tighter. It didn't droop when she bent over ; but, her nipples made a fine impression. Lisa has shoulder length pitch blackness hair. She is about the like elevation, 5'5 ”, slightly heavier 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 Same athletic build but heavier.

The music was good and the beer and wine flowed freely. Eventually I tried to break the intimate tension. As Betsy bent grass over, I made comments about the great aspect down her shirt. Later, when Lisa went by, Jeff would comment about Lisa's great visor under her shirt to climb on. As the day progressed and the booze flowed, we started to name input about each former's missy as well as our own. Both lady friend played shy at first ; but then played into it and seemed to enjoy giving more opportunities for comments. As we walked by each other, more brushing and touching took plaza. first it was Jeff and Lisa, then Betsy and me. Soon Betsy and Lisa seemed to look for prospect to brush against each other's spouse.

Lisa asked me to go into the kitchen to aid her open another bottle of wine. At the counter, as I reached around her to take the feeding bottle, she backed into me. I reached my implements of war around her to grasp the bottleful. She pulled it to her chest, so my hands rested against her titty. With one hand she held the bottle, with the other she took my handwriting and pushed it into her boob. She squeezed my right hired man so that it squeezed her properly tit. I felt her nipple as it grew hard. She pulled my paw 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 mind to the toons. Lisa got up to line up the radio ; 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 shoulders."Just what I needed, a message from a sexy gentlewoman. 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 chips ; but settled onto his lap.

"Do I get one too ?"Betsy said. She sat with her spine to him ; her legs unfold outside of his. I immediately thought of the endure time he was between her legs and of the monolithic pick pie he left there. As Jeff enjoyed his massage, he said,"of trend you get one too"and began to rub Betsy's shoulders.

I sat across the deck and could see and enjoy the solid show. Lisa's helping hand wandered down his chest and she rubbed with one hand and pinched a mammilla with the other. Lisa gave me a New York minute. Betsy took another sip of vino as Jeff's hands explored more than her shoulders. First he moved to her vertebral column. After a curtly while, his deal moved to her sides, from under her limb to the outside of her thighs. Lisa began to snog and drub Jeff's neck and ears as her hands explored his body. Soon, Betsy leaned back allowing Jeff's hands to reach the big top of her second joint and stomach. Betsy took another sip of wine, closed her eyes and leaned all the way back against Jeff's chest. All three had their heart closed, massaging each other to the rhythm method of birth control of the euphony. Soon Jeff's manpower were stroking Betsy's inside thighs ; occasionally gently dragging across her genitalia. He kept his right paw between her ramification and slowly moved his leave alone one to her dresser. He massaged her upper berth thorax, and then let his finger circle one breast, then the other.

No one said a discussion but everyone's breathing seemed to get thick. Lisa could no longer arrive at Jeff's chest, so she rubbed Betsy's berm. Jeff grew bolder. As his left hired hand worked its magic over her pectus, it slipped under her easy shirt. His script slowly worked its way up and I could see him suck up precis around her tits with his fingers. Betsy was slowly rocking her hip back and forth ; her ass attrition into his crotch. Betsy's shorts were pulled up tight against her kitty-cat. I could see the synopsis of her lips through the slender fabric. Jeff's ripe bridge player stroked the edge of the thigh where it met her shorts. His hand was less than an column inch from her pussy.

I enjoyed the appearance. Lisa must cause grown tired of this or sensed that I craved attention too."Mind if I sit ?"she said. She walked to me and sat on my lap ; both of her ramification to my left field. This allowed her to stroke my chest and neck. My one-half vertical shaft stiffened.

"What's carnival is honest"I said as I rubbed Lisa's back with my right hand and traced circles from her knee to the top of her short with my left hand. Lisa reached for her half wax field glass. In one swig, she finished the wine and placed the empty looking glass on the table. She turned and kissed me hard on the lip. In a moment, her tongue found my oral cavity and spit. Her peg parted slightly. As we kissed, I could see Betsy and Jeff out of the street corner 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 ground against his cock."This feels familiar ; I wonder where have I felt this before ?"She said wistfully.

Jeff's mighty paw rubbed Betsy's crotch hard. Soon one, then two fingers pushed the unconvincing short material to the side. He had unblock memory access to her twat. He seemed to be teasing her, not allowing broad penetration. Betsy's workforce were between his legs. Jeff slid lower in the chair, allowing her access to his shaft. As she slid, Jeff's hand could no longer arrive at her crotch so he undid the top button of her shorts and slue his digit under the cincture. Soon, second and third buttons were undone. Because he recently fucked her, he knew that her President George W. Bush was cropped into a abruptly landing strip just above her button and her lips were shaved. I couldn't tell how far his digit reached ; but Betsy was getting hotter and my cock harder watching.

Betsy reached for her wine and took a big draft. Normally shy, conservative Betsy pulled her tank top completely off and dropped it to the pack of cards. She stood up, turned to Jeff. She spread his stage and dropped to her knees between them. Her shortstop were low and loose around her hips and thighs ; showing the fracture of her ass and crest of her impudence. Her men started massaging his chest and then worked down to his underdrawers. Betsy pulled the button exposed and ripped the zip fastener down. She tugged the shorts from under his ass and then off. She dropped them by her armored combat vehicle top. His circumcised tool was fully tumid. It seemed longsighted than mine ; maybe seven or 7 1/2 inches but definitely not as thick. The nous was stumpy, the same diam as his tool. He didn't trim his bush or knock off his balls. Betsy wrapped her hired hand around the quill and slowly started to stroke it."This does look familiar"she growled. Betsy kissed and licked his inner second joint ; her heart fixed on his gumshoe. She was having some problem with the pilus from his balls in her mouth. She pulled a hair's-breadth from her oral fissure, the continued to clobber his balls.

As far as I know, Betsy hadn't been with another lover since we were married until Jeff fucked her and creamed her cunt a few weeks ago. In the past, we talked about it, fantasized and part played about her with 2 or 3 shaft. I've never seen her with another devotee ; man or adult female. This was shuddery, wild and very shake. What would she do ? What would she try ? Would she do the affair she does to me or try something different ? Would Lisa and I join or just be voyeurs ? In our fancy, Betsy always let the early buff ( dildo or vibrator ) fuck her kitty or ass. She said that she wouldn't suck another cock or swallow up his payload ; that was too"personal"and saved her cock sucking for me. Betsy was very live at giving promontory. She must have practiced all of her life before she met me. She gives the outflank blow jobs that I ever had and often suck my shaft dry ; swallowing every cliff. That seemed to be changing before my middle. Would she blow him ? Would she let him cum in her mouth ? Would she swallow his consignment ? Is it a new door opening night ? Would there be others ?

Lisa was still sitting on my lap. We turned slightly so we both could look on Betsy kneeling between Jeff's legs, stroking his cock and licking his testicle. Betsy nibbled on his egg pouch ; then took one ball into her sassing and sucked on it. She was gentle at first ; but sucked harder as she stroked his shaft. Jeff seemed sore to her sucking. Maybe it was new to him. Soon she had both egg in her sassing. Her deal stroked his cock slowly, as if to excite 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 titty. I could finger her smashed mamilla through the fabric. Lisa's ass ground hard against my cock. A thought process flashed through my mind."Does she like anal ?"Betsy and I have tried it. My cock has always been too thickheaded for her. She often likes my fingers and lingua around her ass and sometimes in it. My correctly hand moved to Lisa's leg, thigh and the bottom of her shorts. It's tight against her cunt. I ran my finger's breadth around her thighs and up and down her pussy through her shorts. The crotch of her boxershorts was damp.

Betsy stood up and wiggled her ass ; her trunks fell to the deck. She turned to us and flashed us a wide smile. She enjoyed the attention the 3 of us were giving her. Her Vannevar Bush was trimmed tight ; her bare, wet snatch back talk were exposed for Lisa and me to see.

"Are you enjoying this as lots as I am ?"Betsy said. Her left hand rubbed her moist pussy. She spread her juices, coating her tight pussy. Betsy turned to Jeff ;"I want you to bang me !"She turned, spread her legs and inched her way back to Jeff. His cock stood fully put up. She lowered herself onto his toilsome rooster. She braced herself on the arm of the president with one hand. With the early she held Jeff's tool and rubbed the head against her wet twat, coating it with her juices."Give me that cock now ”. Even with lubricant, it's intemperately to slide my shaft into Betsy's cunt. It takes a while to fan out her inner pussy. She lowered herself onto Jeff's shaft. She didn't hesitate. She closed her center, let out a whisper sigh and lowered herself in one motion until he was fully in her ; his balls tight to her clit. Maybe because his cock wasn't as thick that it slid in so easily. Maybe she was really wet and primed. I don't know. All I know is that the spare length of his rooster didn't slow her down. She took it all and impaled her puss on his peter. She doesn't often ride my cock in a reverse cowgirl positioning ; but it was perfect for this. Lisa and I got to see her expression, tits and twat while she was getting fucked.

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

They sat motionless enjoying the first off, thick insight of her hot cunt. Jeff's workforce were on her tits ; cupping them. Betsy's centre were fixed on Lisa while her manpower were between her stage, holding Jeff's balls.

"Fuck me, have it away 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 phase of the moon length of his cock as he thrust it into her. Again she lowered herself onto his humanness. She let out a diffuse moan as he fully penetrated her. She rolled her hips, swirling his dick in her tight, wet golf hole. Her succus flowed from her pussy. Her rim glistened with the juice from her love jam as a few drops ran across his balls.

While they began to fuck, united with his cock deep in her, I let my hand explore Lisa. I haven't felt up another char since before Betsy and I were married. I was tingly, almost like a Virgin. I pulled Lisa's shirt over her head ; she helped and let it drop. Her nipple were larger and sagged more than I imagined. Her tit were white, her areolas large and light brown and her pap were the Lapplander brown coloration. Her nipples were large and hard ; the size of a pencil eraser. My bridge player unbuttoned her shorts and I pulled the zipper apart. My decently hand cupped her right tit. The finger of my leftover hand easily slid into her loose shorts. My fingerbreadth reached her bush. Like Betsy, she seems to trim it. Her pubic whisker was closely cropped. It seemed to form a triangle ; the top wider and the buttocks narrow and seemed to point at her clitoris. I slid my left hand over her clit to her puss. Her lips were shaved and her slit was soaked in her juices. Dipping my finger in her wet, slippery sex juices, I stroked her lips upward till I reached her clitoris. I parted the hood and coated Lisa's button with her own juice. My right-hand hired hand massaged one tit, then the former. I teased her knocker and saved her pap till later. Her body wasn't as fit as Betsy's but it was new and unlike. My hammer throbbed against Lisa's ass. She leaned back against my chest of drawers. I kissed and licked her neck and pinna. My left wing centre finger slowly worked her twat juices on to her clit."dungeon going"she said as her ass squirmed and her legs cattle ranch wider. Her shorts slid down a few inches ; it confirmed my imprint of her bush. It was dark, closely cropped and in the manakin of an upside down triangle pointing to her clitoris. She was getting bed wetter and was letting out a slight moan. She didn't try to remove her shorts, so I continued to massage her soft tits and hard, wet button."fingerbreadth jazz me"Lisa moaned.

Betsy massaged Jeff's globe and started to slowly rock-and-roll her hips, rotating her cunt on his hammer. She rubbed his balls against her clit. Jeff was watching me fingering his wife. He had a smiling on his face. Was it from the nookie that Betsy was giving him or watching his hot wife enjoying herself with another man ? He was slowly massaging Betsy's mammilla and pinching her pap. Their pace 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 magnanimous cream pie for Betsy ? It seems like I would soon know.

Lisa was content with my hands on her. Her ass earth against my cock and she stroked my second joint ; but she made no effort to go further. Lisa's eyes were glued to Jeff's prick as it was splitting Betsy'puss. I hadn't had sex with anyone but Betsy in over 30 years. However, I was contented with this new experience. I was massaging Lisa's tits and fingering her twat as Betsy was fucking Lisa's hubby in movement 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 kitty before dropping hard on it till her clit hit his formal. Her left hand rubbed her clit back and Forth River. Her right hand steadied herself and she bounced faster and faster. Soon they were both cumming hard in noisy XTC. They continued cumming for what seemed like 10 minutes. His white cum oozed from her cunt in a thick, foaming lather. They slowed to a stop with his putz fully in her wet cunt.

Lisa was hot ; but I teased and slowed to keep her from going over the edge to orgasm. Suddenly Jeff pushed Betsy to her feet. He took her by the hand to the living room rug. He lay on his back with his human knee up and, with Betsy facing him, pulled her to her knees, above his face. This week he was going to feast on her cream pie. Lisa and I could barely see them. Lisa leaned forward and stood up. My fingers almost got stuck in her pussy. As she stood up, she let her shorts drop to the level. Lisa reached for my hand, dripping wet from her succus, and led me to the sustenance room. I expected her to continue to watch and maybe sit on my lap. Lisa loosened my boxershorts and pulled them down and off. My shaft was hard ; however I wasn't sure what she really wanted. Lisa faced Jeff, dropped to her human knee between Jeff's knees. She still had my bridge player and pulled me down behind her. Lisa bent down on all tetrad, reached between her legs with her right on handwriting and grabbed my upright cock.

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

What a sight this was. I was on my knee joint, fucking Lisa, Jeff's wife, doggie style, Lisa licking Jeff's dick and lapping the combination of his cum and Betsy's pussy succus and Jeff, licking his own cum from Betsy's creamy, cream pie cunt.

Watching Jeff and Betsy turned me on more than any porno movie I've ever seen. Watching him fill her pussycat with his sperm as they both orgasmed was magnificent. Now I got to keep an eye on her creamy pussy eaten by the man who filled her. As Betsy knelt above his human face I could see his cum dripping from her into his mouth. His spit reached upward, probing, hunting for More of their sweet nectar. Betsy would turn down herself onto his tongue then deplume up, leaving a rope of cum uniting them. Jeff devoured it quickly.

Lisa was no slouch in the BJ department. She licked Jeff's lump and rooster, then seemed to deep throat his semi erect 7"cock with no exertion. Jeff's mouth knew its way around a snatch and seemed comfortable and eager to eat the cream pie he baked in Betsy's hot kidnapping. Betsy was rocking her cunt back and forth into Jeff's mouthpiece and her mitt were massaging her own knocker.

Lisa's cunt was still very sloshed. My rock punishing cock couldn't push more than the headway into her dripping cakehole. She pushed against my dick but it couldn't be forced in. I took my hammer into my hand and pushed it up and down her pussy from her clitoris to her ass, coating it in her juice ; then tried to enter. No luck.

Jeff was hard again. Lisa had good unwritten technique. Lisa reached between her legs and wrapped her hand around my light beam. Then, to my surprise, she positioned the question against her bunghole."piece of ass my ass"She said as she pushed back and, it started to slide in. The fountainhead slid in and I stopped to see her reaction. Lisa pushed harder, ramming my peter into her ass until my ball hit her clit.

"God !"Lisa gasped"You're so thick ; you're going to split my ass astray clear ”.

Betsy heard that, turned and smiled at me.

Once in, I reached around and found Lisa's wet clit with my compensate hand and her leave nipple with the former. Her response was immediate. She racked her hips and my rooster would rive out slightly then plunge into her angelic ass."Fuck me…. ass me ”. She started slowly and gained momentum."Give my tight ass a good hard fucking"

Jeff pushed Betsy back from his face. I think he was being smothered. He pushed her back until her snatch was against his shaft. He wanted to fuck her again. Lisa pushed harder into me. Her mouth gave way to Betsy's snatch. Betsy slowly lowered herself onto Jeff's 7"peter until it was again swallow deep in her. This time, his balls were tight against her sweet-flavored ass."shag my cunt"Betsy said as she bounced up and down riding his peter as he squeezed her tits. She braced her hands on his breast to help keep the rhythm method of birth control.

Lisa was close to cumming. She pounded her ass against me and my balls hit my fingers on her clit. She let out a long, loud moan as she came, I exploded my beginning load deep into her ass. Soon she pressed my finger's breadth against her clit to stop 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 second creamy warhead of the day. Betsy didn't cum again but slowed as he must have grown easygoing. Lisa pulled her ass away from my prick. She had a nice cream 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 ointment pie filling.

Betsy turned to me. She took my hand and crawled to the couch. Betsy lay on her book binding with one foot on the coffee mesa and one on the floor. Her kitty-cat lips were wide open and a large dollop of cum filled the emptiness. She pulled me near then guided my head between her open snatch lips. The aroma was strong. The smell of his second load of pungent, sticky Patrick Victor Martindale White cum mixed with her sweet pussy juice filled my nostrils. I was worried. Sometimes I don't want to taste cream after I've cum. Would it be as good as the first of his pick pies that I ate ? Just as before, I kissed her clitoris and cunt with a closed mouth. I felt his warm load against my lips and side. Betsy's twat was slippery in cum. She liked the feeling and I continued to kiss her from clit to ass."Eat me ; eat my fucking cum filled cunt. savor our cum"Eat every drop of his cum from my fucking cunt trap ”.

Jeff must have been doing a just job. Lisa was rubbing her puss and ass all over Jeff's cheek ; his hired hand on her bosom. I could find out him slurping up my warhead as he ate Lisa's ass and pussy. The more he ate, the more she talked."Eat my ass. Lick up every drop of cum from my dirty maw. He stretched my tight ass and filled it for you to eat. Bury your tongue in my cum filled hole."She was getting louder as she approached another sexual climax. Lisa turned and began to 69 with Jeff."Betsy's cunt juice taste full with your cum"she said as she sucked his cock deep in her throat.

I could see Lisa's ass and twat as Jeff ate her out. I opened my mouth and licked Betsy's cum soaked clit. The taste was just as before. The taste perception was salty, tangy and pasty as I slowly lapped up the cream. I took a finger and coated it with cum. I began to slither it into her ass as my pussy eating intensify. I lost sense of what I was doing. I started to eat her ointment pie like a starving man. I didn't just crusade the cum against her open slit ; I gulped the cum and sucked on her clitoris and lip ; my finger fucked her tight ass. Betsy was arching her spinal column and grinding her pussy into my face and mouth. I heard both Lisa and Betsy cumming as they were both being eaten. The both squealed as the came ; their rosehip grinding their cream pies into us. Soon both girls stopped. Betsy pulled my read/write head and held it tight against her cunt but stopped the drift. 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 sweetness of hot sex.

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