Betsy and I are at the lake waiting for another pair, Jeff and Lisa. We met them end year. They are like in age and shape as we are. They arrive and we sit on the patio having a drink while we catch up on recent upshot.

Lisa is sitting to my right. She is wearing a tweed blouse that buttons down the front and a pair of little pink shortstop. The top few buttons are undone ; the one in the middle of her breast is straining to hold her shirt closed. She turns towards me and leans forward to underline a period about her job. Her shirt hangs open showing a very noticeable tan line plunging between her knocker. The four-way conversation continues without much flourish.

I got up to get some bite and Lisa follows me into the kitchen. As we cut up high mallow and coif crackers on a phonograph record she brushes against me. I think cypher of it until it happens several Thomas More fourth dimension. 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 mesa, 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 meliorate view of her tan line. Jeff made some comment and Betsy cracks a one-liner and we all gag. Lisa leans in to me and comments on how funny Betsy is. As she leans in, her shirt opens a little more and her Robert Brown, right areola and mamilla are clearly seeable 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 obscure anything.

Lisa wants to get out on the lake and take a sauceboat ride. We all go inside and change. Betsy has on a tankini, Lisa a scandalmongering one piece with a plunging neck. Betsy's top has a blue convention and the V-neck that drops down nicely between her pap. Her dreary drawers show off her nicely tanned stage.

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

The girls had been drinking wine and have finished a little to a greater extent than 2 bottleful. Jeff has had about 4 or 5 beers.

Lisa asks if the body of water is warmly. I open a door and stick my foot it."It's warm up"I said.

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

I ask her and Jeff if they each want to let a raft to drift on. Lisa says yes but Jeff replies he isn't ready to drown. Betsy also will wait.

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

We swam for a while, floating on the floaties, soaking up electron beam. We drift and float continuing our conversation. I see Betsy and Jeff sitting and chatting on the front workbench seat together while the music plays. A blue breeze pushes us away from the boat. I can't discover Betsy or Jeff. Lisa too has drifted farther from me and it's gruelling to hear each other. I paddle to her. She grabs my flock and pulls us together. Her head is at my pes and visa versa. I hold her wad too, every once and awhile, a undulation from a sauceboat on the main lake passing by prisonbreak over the plenty and startles her. The cold water on her chest raises her pap. I notice that her bathing suit is riding up her genital organ. It's tight against her and the water helps to designate the outline of her pussy. Her sassing are detectable ; no signal of a George Bush. I'm certainly she catches me staring at her. Occasionally she adjusts her suit, but only makes it more learn against her peel. Watching her wet, sexy body is turning me on. Only the cold water keeps my rooster from standing at attention.

Lisa reaches under my raft and hang-up against my leg."oh, sorry, I didn't mean value to catch 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 glimpses of Jeff and Betsy sitting close together. I can't take heed them ; but they seem to be laughing and enjoying each other.they seem much closer together each clip I look at them. Their arms are resting on the cover of the rear cushion, almost embracing.

After almost an minute on the wads, Lisa tells me she is getting cold and wants to get out. low temperature or excited, her nipples are very upright. I reluctantly agree and follow her.

Lisa reaches the ladder first. She has a niggling hassle getting off the raft and onto the ladder. I gently reach forward, hold the ravel with one hand and thrust her hip with the other. As she climbs up, I get another great eyeshot of her ass and pussy covered only by the lean, wet fabric.

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

Soon the music and the warm sun had everyone relaxed. The lady friend worked on their burn ; adjusting the suites to get maximum sun coverage.

Jeff and I both have our shirts off. Everyone is air drying and basking in the sun. Both girl have pulled the straps off or to the incline during the day to remove to the highest degree of the tan seam. Neither girl was topless but the vino made them less concerned if a strap dropped a little low.

Then we sat around listening to line and chatting.

An old Elton John strain,"Sweet Painted Lady"comes on."…. getting paid for being laid, I guess that's the name of the game… ”.

Both girls chime in in unison"how come in 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, knack 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 the right way breast.

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

Betsy, in the front of the gravy holder plopped down on the bench seat again next to Jeff. I started the engine and Lisa sat in the back across the aisle from me and curled up in the reclining couch posterior facing me. She closed her eyes, pulled the strap of her top John L. H. Down, further than before and I think, and showed off a small tit for me.

Then we rode around the lake for a alteration of rate. Betsy and Jeff were up front giggling and I couldn't make out much of their talking due to the interference of the engine. She had her back against the cushion, her feet on the deck. Gradually, I notice she had one base on the deck, the former on the bench. Her legs were scatter unresolved. Betsy was laughing. I didn't think much of it at first off ; but she was really enjoying herself ( and Jeff ) Sir Thomas More than I've seen her in quite a while. Jeff had one ft on the judiciary between her branch, and possibly on her thigh.

Lisa shifted in the seat, a bit suggestively,"The sun feels beneficial, and Mmmm I feel really good."Lisa said as rolled to her dorsum and bed covering her ramification to expose her privileged thighs. This was making it hard for me to centralise on driving the gravy holder. In my mind, her poses were getting sexier. She shifted, her right hand rested suggestively on her abject tummy and left hand reached out toward me.

Between the two miss, I was getting horny and my cock a footling chubby.

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

A few mo passed."My suit is almost dry, but I'm wet."She said as she pulled at the textile of her suit near her tum. It pulled sozzled and away from her skin. For a few s, the elastic around her peg pulled away and exposed a thin strip of her iniquity bush. Then I looked into her oculus. She gave a coy little grin then she looked toward my genitals. 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 wooing again so that it just covered her pussy, showing how trimmed her bush was."I want to understate my tan lines. You'd like that, right ?"Was it the vino talking or was she suggesting something more ?

I nervously glanced at Betsy. We had never crossed this strain and I was sure I would get myself in worry 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 intellection of Betsy sucking and fucking someone else was a turn on for both of us ; but a minuscule scary. She always said that, if I wanted, she would make love a guy ; but not suck him off. Betsy loved making ointment pies with me and the thought of her pussy filled with someone else's cream turned her on and made me curious. Giving other guys BJ's was ‘ too personal'for her and she saved her mouth for me only. She gives great blowjob and I tease her that she should give lessons to her acquaintance so they can delight their lovers.

I saw that Betsy has slid down the couch ; she was almost flat on her back with her head slightly propped up. One leg was on the terrace behind Jeff and the former hanging over with her foot on the deck. Jeff was facing her with his leg set and knee toward her. Her fork was pressed against his knee joint. Her profane shorts rode up her legs'barely covering her pussy. Her middle 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"well-fixed"she was getting with Jeff. It didn't issue ; the two girls were getting me steamy by the minute.

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

The stumble back was a little Thomas 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 sauceboat."Go ahead, I'll close up down here"I said. No one objected. The 3 of them go up to the house. I can hear them laughing as they go up the stairs. I refill the gravy boat with gas, put away the floaties and put the cover version on the sauceboat. It takes about 25 or 30 minutes before I can head up to fall in 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 take care of me.

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

No time for me to respond."Strange"I think. Did she ask that as a interrogation ? Enjoy putting the gravy holder away ? I wondered. She didn't give me a second look. All of the coquetry in the boat seems to be leading to nothing.

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

Betsy is sprawled on the bed."You've been busybodied down there."She said."How's your appetite ? Time for a slight dessert ?"

The covers are hanging to the story. Her head is propped on the pillow. She is looking at me and smiling. The left strap of her tank car top is pulled down exposing her Edward White, left breast. It is stark white against her tan chest. Her nipple is upright. The depressed shorts are on the floor. She has her left leg knack with the human knee in the air. Her right leg is propagate apart on the bed. Her left hand is between her legs. Her digit, shaved pussy sassing and thighs are coated in thick, clean cum ; a perfect cream-pie. Her fingers are circling her clit, working the cum into a fret.

"I've made a ointment 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 peter ; but she never could get past the bedroom fantasy. We've played"who would you fuck"in taproom but never past the supposititious phase. Now her twat was coated in someone else's cum.

With her right hand she motions me."semen here. Dessert for you and more cooking for me ”. I slowly approach the side of the bed. My cock has rigidification and she reaches toward me. She wraps her hired hand around my stiff rooster through my washup suit. After a few strokes, she pulls at the waistline dance band and said,"It's time to give away the future ingredient"; I help push them to the floor.

She wraps her hired man around the swollen putz and pulls the head to her mouth."Time to prepare the side by side course of action"She said as she licks the head word like a lollypop. My centre are glued to the erotic prospect, her fingers working the ointment pie on to her clit. I may have mumbled ; but surely couldn't get the words out. Betsy's right paw is firmly clenched around the gibe of my cock. She pulls me on to the bed and I straddle her capitulum, never taking my eyes off of her pick soaked kitty. I kneel over her headland facing her sexy snatch. My left-hand paw reaching for her bare left tit. I slowly draw a rotary around her tit with my finger's breadth. I pinch her teat ; gently at first, then harder. She tenses at the pinch. My centre still glued to her cream pie.

Betsy pulls my ass down on to her face. I feel her natural language against my balls. I keep them shaved for her. She licks them eagerly like a melt ice emollient cone shape. I lean forward resting on my forearms. My difficult tool 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 mouthpiece and takes my balls into her. She spits them out."Doesn't the pie look good ? Don't you want to get a commodity look at it ?"Her correct hand is behind my back. She pulls my chest down on her. My facial expression is inches from her pick covered puss. I can reek her sweet sex flux with the pungent, salt air aroma of semen. 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 pussy lips are spread out blanket apart. By the looks of her pussy she obviously had just been fucked ; but not by me. Her privileged lips were also spread apart and her vagina was wide receptive. He must have pulled out while cumming in her and dead reckoning a few final stage streams of cum on her. There are various chunk of thick white cum on her prune George Herbert Walker Bush above her clitoris and one on her second joint. There is a pocket billiards of juicy, Edward D. White cum filling her assailable bitch hole. It seems to be a commixture of spermatozoon and her kitty-cat succus. The balance of her snatch was glistening in a wet, lightly colored emollient and juice. A modest tweed flow 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 run me. Her mouth is too interfering sucking my balls to talk.

She gently sucks one of my egg and, with both of her hands behind my neck, pulls my brass onto her pussy. My lips press into her cream covered muff. I push my conclude mouth onto her undefendable pussy. The pick is affectionate and slippery ; the aroma new and heavenly. I feel the jelly like cum being pushed by my backtalk. I kiss her pussy lips with my close mouth. I lift my pass to enjoy the view ; cum sticks to my mustache and forms strings of man juice to the hair's-breadth of her trimmed pubic landing place funnies. Then I open my lips and my lingua tastes her scented juices and the salty, tangy cum coating the arena around her spreadhead pussy backtalk. I ‘ m not bisexual or cuckhold ; but eating Betsy's pussy replete of somebody else's cum while she sucks my orb was strangely erotic and a turn-on."Delicious"was all I could say.

Her rima oris closes on my ball dismission and she sucks more forcefully. I open my mouth and taste the glistening mixture of their sex. Licking as I went, I touched the glob of white goo on her thigh with the tip of my tongue. It was pushed to the incline by my glossa. I open my sassing and take in it in. It's still hot ; the taste is firm and salty. I do the Same to the larger glob of semen above her clit. I suck them into my mouthpiece. I don't swallow them ; but let them roll in my sassing. Next I fully probe her internal cunt brim. I bury my natural language into the puddle of cum in her vagina. I swirl my knife in her like a cocktail swizzle reefer. Some of the cum is dense, white and creamy ; some is shuffle with her pussy succus, clearer but still tricky. I've never felt her puss this juicy and glossy. I pull my head word back, raise up her pelvis so I can cream the river of juice that runs to her ass. I flick her cum coated asshole with the tip of my clapper. I lap up cum as my glossa heads back to her cunt. I tongue her clit through the thick, slippery cream coating it. I Daniel Chester French kiss her pussy as I tongue her from her clit to her ass again. My glossa slowly circles her clit, once, twice, slowly at first, then down to her creamy ass. After a min of licking and pushing the cum around her clit I pick up speed. The gustation of the mixed cum is intoxicating. I feel as high as she did from the vino. The cerebration of tasting another's cum never turned me on ; but seeing this large load on and in Betsy was different. She always gets turned on when we fantasize about her doing 2 guy cable. She loves a dildo or vibrator in her pussy as she sucks me off. If I talk to her about taking 2 hammer at once, she cums quickly and grueling. She has always been too fainthearted 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 desire sloppy seconds ? Time to fuck me and add more cream to my pie !"she says.

Without answering, I turn and lieu my shaft in front of her spread, cream filled cunt. I lean into her and kiss her hard on her capable mouthpiece. The cum, still in my backtalk, spills into hers. Our tongues wrestling and she tastes the salty elixir of her pussy succus and his cum. The foreland of my cock thrust into the emollient pie and forces her pussy lips wider apart. I slide my hard shaft deeper into her, slippery, cream filled cunt. She gasps. I slowly pull out and pierce back in. Several more drive and cum is oozing from her, coating my dick and balls. I pull my mouthpiece from hers ; she swirls her cum drink with her lingua and swallows.

"sufficiency"she says and in an instant her pussy pulls from my rooster. She spins around and pathfinder my cum drenched cock into her open oral cavity. Her legs are circularise wide. Her pussy and thighs are soaked in a frothy cream. I dive into her with my back talk open wide. My mouth covers her spreadhead pussy mouth. I roll her on top of me. Cum is dripping on to and into my mouth and coating my face. I savor this new bump flavor of her juice. 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 secret desire to have a go at it individual else or because it was her and my first real sloppy seconds. As I savored her ointment pie she licked and sucked my fuddled hammer. She cleaned off every drop of the sexy succus assortment from my dick and egg.

I thrust my tongue deeper into her slipery kitty, lapping up her succus. White drop-off of cum still covered her ass and offer. As I fucked her slit with my knife, I coated my right middle finger in his cum. Then I slid my slippery digit up, circled her ass and gently slid the tip of it in. She must have liked it, she sucked my balls harder. Timing the drive of my lingua in her pussy, I slid my finger's breadth to the 1st joint, then the second. Her breathing revivify and her glossa circled by nut. She lifted her ass and pushed my face hard into her candid lip. My cum soaked finger 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 balls, her juicy snatch fucked by my lingua and her ass fucked by my cum soaked finger. This was sexual heaven. My consignment was ready to blow up as she edged toward an orgasm. I could feel her cum against my back talk. Her ass clenched my finger and held it tight. She lifted her pelvic arch driving her cunt against my hungry mouth.

Again she pushed me off. She pulled my rooster and positioned it against her parted twat lips. She pulled me into her as she thrust her hip joint into me."occupy my slit up again with more cum"she whispered."It felt good when he filled me, now I want to feel you fulfill me ”. We fucked hard as she came again. My cock exploded forcefully into her pussy, filling it with another, different cream pie. I fucked her until I was empty. She continued to grind her clit against me. My stopcock grew voiced. 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 head word of my shaft, then began licking the creamy sex juice from the 3 of us off the top dog. She said"Let's see if your cum has different feeling from his ”. I slid my head to her snatch. It too was now coated in the cum from the 3 of us. My shaft was responding to her tongue. Likewise, I replaced her finger on her clit with my tongue. It tasted dissimilar than before ; a new crapulence. My cum tasted saltier. I pulled her on top of my so that this drinkable would flow into my sassing. I didn't want to slop a drib.

Betsy licked the forefront of my cock and then the shaft. She then took my tool into her mouth and sucked the cobbler's last drop of my cum from my turncock. I stiffened, my pecker was responding to her. She sucked my cock and fucked it with her mouth. After a few arcminute my peter was rock hard. She licked some cum from my nut, trading my straightforward cum with the 3 individual mixture. She seemed to enjoy changing between the two smack.

Her pelvic arch continued a slow whirling working her button against my waiting rima oris. 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 sass faster. I don't eff how hanker it took but we both came again. She was bucking her pussy against me like a wild sawhorse and I was fucking her mouth. She deep throated my entire rooster. Each thrust of my rooster buried into her throat as my balls slapped her face. She sucked me dry and I nearly passed out as she smothered my mouth and nuzzle with her cum soaked pussy and ass. The smell and taste were the best I've had.

As we slowed, I rolled her off of me. We were both drop. We lay drenched in sweat and cum. We both realized what happened at the Saami time. We had sucked and fucked with wild abandon, all the while the door to our elbow room was wide of the mark open and our guest were across the hall. I'm not indisputable if they enjoyed listening to us or joined in with their own company. We had been too busy to notice.

After a few minutes we both grabbed our towels and walked, naked past their room to the shower. I wonder if this gave them any estimation or if this will top to a new chapter. meter will recite .