Betsy and I are at the lake waiting for another couple, Jeff and Lisa. We met them hold out twelvemonth. They are similar in age and bod as we are. They arrive and we sit on the patio having a drink while we catch up on recent outcome.

Lisa is sitting to my right. She is wearing a white blouse that buttons down the social movement and a dyad of short garden pink underdrawers. The top few buttons are undone ; the one in the midriff of her chest is straining to halt her shirt closed. She turns towards me and leans forward to emphasize a stop about her job. Her shirt hangs open showing a very noticeable tan personal credit line plunging between her boob. The four-way conversation continues without much fanfare.

I got up to get some bite and Lisa follows me into the kitchen. As we cut up cheeseflower and coiffe crackers on a platter she brushes against me. I think cypher of it until it happens several more clock time. start it's her arm across my ass, then her breast 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 chair is now a little finisher to mine. She adjusts herself and I am getting an even easily view of her tan line. Jeff made some comment and Betsy cracks a one-liner and we all jape. Lisa leans in to me and commentary on how comical Betsy is. As she leans in, her shirt opens a little more and her Brown, decent areola and nipple are clearly visible against her milky flannel tit. I feel my turncock twinge. She must have seen me staring, but leaned back in her chairwoman without making a chemical reaction and doesn't adjust her shirt to conceal anything.

Lisa wants to get out on the lake and take a boat ride. We all go at bottom and change. Betsy has on a tankini, Lisa a yellow one piece with a plunging neck opening. Betsy's top has a blue convention and the V-neck that drops down nicely between her titmouse. Her blue trunks show off her nicely tan legs.

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

The miss 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 strong. I open a door and stick my foot it."It's tender"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 get-up-and-go me in !"I put my paw on her articulatio humeri, her skin is warm and soft, and I promise not to push her in. She tests the water supply and agrees.

I ask her and Jeff if they each want to have a peck to swim 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 emplacement the wad 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 position the raft, her sunglasses begging to fall. She catches them and turns to mitt them to me so I can safely store them. As she does, Another small wardrobe malfunction ; another nip-slip. It's a minuscule solecism but she knows that I saw it. Lisa flashes me a coy smile. She maneuvers onto the passel. I follow on my raft.

We swam for a while, floating on the floaties, soaking up rays. We drift and float continuing our conversation. I see Betsy and Jeff sitting and chatting on the front bench seat together while the music plays. A gentle breeze get-up-and-go us away from the sauceboat. 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 twist us together. Her head is at my feet and visa versa. I hold her raft too, every once and awhile, a wave from a boat on the primary lake going by breaks over the lot and startles her. The moth-eaten water on her dresser raises her nipples. I notice that her bathing causa is riding up her crotch. It's tight against her and the water helps to show the abstract of her slit. Her lips are noticeable ; no sign of a bush. I'm sure she catches me staring at her. Occasionally she adjusts her case, but only makes it more taught against her skin. Watching her wet, sexy body is turning me on. Only the cold water hold my turncock from standing at attention.

Lisa reaches under my raft and hitch against my leg."oh, dismal, I didn't mean 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 gravy holder, 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 derriere shock absorber, almost embracing.

After almost an 60 minutes on the great deal, Lisa tells me she is getting cold and wants to get out. frigidity or excited, her teat are very upright. I reluctantly agree and follow her.

Lisa reaches the ladder first. She has a little trouble getting off the tidy sum and onto the ladder. I gently reach forward, hold the ladder with one hand and push her hip with the other. As she climbs up, I get another great purview of her ass and cunt covered only by the cut, wet fabric.

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

Soon the medicine and the warm sun had everyone relaxed. The female child worked on their tangent ; adjusting the retinue to get maximum sun coverage.

Jeff and I both have our shirts off. Everyone is air drying and basking in the sun. Both girls have pulled the straps off or to the side during the day to take away virtually of the tan melodic line. Neither miss was topless but the wine-coloured made them less interested if a strap dropped a slight low.

Then we sat around listening to melody and chatting.

An old Elton John song,"sugariness Painted Lady"comes on."…. getting paid for being laid, I guess that's the gens 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 a good deal 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 font. Lisa playfully pulled a strap off of her top and teasingly, exposed the top of her right breast.

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

Betsy, in the social movement of the boat plopped down on the terrace can again next to Jeff. I started the railway locomotive and Lisa sat in the endorse across the aisle from me and curled up in the reclining put behind facing me. She closed her center, pulled the strap of her top down, far than before and I think, and showed off a little tit for me.

Then we rode around the lake for a change of pace. Betsy and Jeff were up straw man giggling and I couldn't make out much of their talking due to the noise of the engine. She had her back against the cushion, her feet on the deck. Gradually, I notice she had one foundation on the deck, the other on the bench. Her branch 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 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 smell dependable, and Mmmm I feel really good."Lisa said as rolled to her back and spread her legs to give away her privileged thigh. This was making it laborious for me to concentrate on driving the boat. In my mind, her poses were getting sexier. She shifted, her right hand rested suggestively on her lower venter and left hand reached out toward me.

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

I made humble public lecture with Lisa. No topic what we said, she got a bit more suggestive."I'm getting hot,"said Lisa."Really hot. What do you mean I should do ?"

A few minutes passed."My suit is almost dry, but I'm wet."She said as she pulled at the fabric of her case near her stomach. It pulled tight and away from her skin. For a few seconds, the elastic around her leg pulled away and exposed a thin strip of her darkness bush. Then I looked into her eyes. She gave a coy little smile then she looked toward my privates. I think she noticed that she had made my cock corpse."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 kitty-cat, showing how trimmed her George W. 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 pedigree and I was sure I would get myself in fuss 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 illusion. The thought of Betsy sucking and fucking somebody else was a turn on for both of us ; but a trivial scary. She always said that, if I wanted, she would fuck a guy ; but not suck him off. Betsy loved making cream pies with me and the sentiment of her puss filled with somebody else's cream turned her on and made me curious. Giving other hombre BJ's was ‘ too personal'for her and she saved her mouth for me only. She gives neat blowjobs and I tease her that she should ease up deterrent example to her friends so they can please their lovers.

I saw that Betsy has slid down the couch ; she was almost flat on her back with her promontory slightly propped up. One leg was on the bench behind Jeff and the other wall hanging over with her metrical foot on the deck. Jeff was facing her with his leg bent and knee toward her. Her private parts was pressed against his stifle. Her blue shortstop rode up her branch'barely covering her pussy. Her eyes were fixed on Jeff ; she didn't coup d'oeil toward me or Lisa. I wasn't certainly if I was thankful that she wasn't listening to us and watching me or if I should be getting jealous of how"easy"she was getting with Jeff. It didn't issue ; the two missy were getting me hornier 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 bound my bones when we get back or maybe this will go somewhere else. Either way, my tool needed female attention.

The trip back was a little to a greater extent of the same. Betsy and Jeff having a private conversation ; Lisa continues to be a teaser, both in her conversation and body speech communication. We docked the boat."Go ahead, I'll close up down here"I said. No one objected. The 3 of them go up to the household. 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 on the boat. It takes about 25 or 30 minutes before I can manoeuver 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 contain care of me.

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

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

I dropped my shirt on the level, pour a Methedrine of weewee, take a draught and climb 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 occupy down there."She said."How's your appetite ? Time for a little dessert ?"

The masking are hanging to the storey. Her head is propped on the pillow. She is looking at me and smiling. The left shoulder strap of her army tank top is pulled down exposing her white, left breast. It is crude white against her tan chest. Her mamilla is erect. The blue sky shorts are on the trading floor. She has her leftover leg bent-grass with the knee in the air. Her right leg is cattle ranch apart on the bed. Her left hand is between her legs. Her finger's breadth, shaved puss sass and thighs are coated in thick, whiten cum ; a perfect cream-pie. Her fingers are circling her clit, working the cum into a lather.

"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 confident and sexy. We've fantasized about her with 2 cocks ; but she never could get past the bedroom fantasy. We've played"who would you fuck"in saloon but never past the hypothetical stage. Now her cunt was coated in someone else's cum.

With her right hand she motions me."seminal fluid here. Dessert for you and more cooking for me ”. I slowly approach the side of meat of the bed. My cock has stiffening and she reaches toward me. She wraps her hand around my blotto pecker through my bathing suit. After a few strokes, she pulls at the shank ring and said,"It's clock time to unwrap the next constituent"; I help advertize them to the floor.

She wraps her hand around the swollen shaft and pulls the head to her rim."fourth dimension to prepare the next course"She said as she licks the head like a lollypop. My eyes are glued to the erotic shot, her fingerbreadth working the cream pie on to her clit. I may own mumbled ; but surely couldn't get the words out. Betsy's right hand is firmly clenched around the irradiation of my stopcock. She pulls me on to the bed and I straddle her chief, never taking my middle off of her cream soaked pussy. I kneel over her head facing her aphrodisiacal snatch. My left hired hand orbit for her bare left tit. I slowly draw a circle around her tit with my finger. I pinch her teat ; gently at first, then harder. She tenses at the tinge. My eyes still glued to her cream pie.

Betsy pulls my ass down on to her face. I feel her tongue against my chunk. I keep them shaved for her. She licks them eagerly like a thaw ice ointment cone cell. I lean forward resting on my forearms. My operose pecker is against her go forth tit. My eyes are fixed on her digit strumming her cum soaked clitoris, poking out from her cream covered hood.

She opens her mouth and takes my egg into her. She spits them out."Doesn't the pie expression skillful ? Don't you want to get a good look at it ?"Her right hand is behind my back. She pulls my thorax down on her. My brass is inches from her ointment covered puss. I can smack her sweet sex mixed with the pungent, salt air scent of come. 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 wide apart. By the flavor of her twat she obviously had just been fucked ; but not by me. Her inner lips were also dispersed apart and her vagina was broad heart-to-heart. He must have pulled out while cumming in her and gibe a few last flow of cum on her. There are several lump of slurred Patrick Victor Martindale White cum on her trimmed Bush above her clit and one on her thigh. There is a kitty of juicy, white cum filling her loose cunt hole. It seems to be a potpourri of spermatozoan and her pussy juice. The rest of her snatch was glistening in a wet, lightly colored ointment and succus. A small whiteness 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 loading when he came in her cunt.

Words still escape me. Her oral cavity is too busy sucking my lump to talk.

She gently sucks one of my Ball and, with both of her hands behind my neck, drag my fount onto her cunt. My rim press into her ointment covered fumble. I push my closed oral fissure onto her unfastened pussy. The cream is warm and slippery ; the perfume new and heavenly. I feel the jelly like cum being pushed by my mouth. I kiss her pussy mouth with my closed oral fissure. I lift my head to enjoy the view ; cum sticks to my mustache and forms strings of man succus to the hair of her prune pubic landing strip. Then I open my lips and my clapper tastes her sweet succus and the salty, tart cum coating the area around her spreading pussy brim. I ‘ m not bisexual or cuckhold ; but eating Betsy's kitty full-of-the-moon of someone else's cum while she sucks my Lucille Ball was strangely erotic and a turn-on."Delicious"was all I could say.

Her mouth last on my ball sack and she sucks more forcefully. I open my backtalk and taste the glistening mixed bag of their sex. Licking as I went, I touched the chunk of white goo on her second joint with the tip of my tongue. It was pushed to the slope by my tongue. I out-of-doors my lip and suck it in. It's still hot ; the gustatory modality is strong and salty. I do the Same to the larger ball of seminal fluid above her clit. I suck them into my mouthpiece. I don't eat up them ; but let them turn over in my mouth. succeeding I fully probe her inside puss lips. I bury my spit into the pool of cum in her vagina. I swirl my glossa in her like a cocktail swizzle joystick. Some of the cum is duncish, white and creamy ; some is mixed with her puss succus, clearer but still slick. I've never felt her cunt this juicy and slick. I pull my head back, raise up her hips 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 cunt. I tongue her clit through the thick, slippery pick coating it. I French kiss her pussy as I tongue her from her clit to her ass again. My lingua slowly circles her clitoris, once, twice, slowly at first, then down to her creamy ass. After a bit of licking and pushing the cum around her clitoris I pick up focal ratio. The gustatory sensation of the mixed cum is intoxicating. I feel as high as she did from the wine. The thought of tasting another's cum never turned me on ; but seeing this large cargo on and in Betsy was different. She always gets turned on when we fantasize about her doing 2 guys. She loves a dildo or vibrator in her pussycat as she sucks me off. If I talk to her about taking 2 turncock at once, she cums quickly and intemperately. 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 up. I don't know what prompted her over the bound ; but I liked it.

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

Without answering, I turn and position my putz in forepart of her spread head, cream filled snatch. I lean into her and kiss her hard on her open rima oris. The cum, still in my mouth, spills into hers. Our tongues wrestle and she tastes the salty elixir of her pussycat juice and his cum. The read/write head of my hammer pushes into the cream pie and forces her pussy brim wider apart. I slide my heavily cock deeper into her, slippery, cream filled cunt. She gasps. I slowly pull out and thrust back in. Several more jabbing and cum is oozing from her, coating my dick and orb. I pull my oral cavity from hers ; she swirls her cum swallow with her tongue and swallows.

"enough"she says and in an instant her pussy pulling from my hammer. She spins around and guides my cum drenched putz into her heart-to-heart mouth. Her legs are spread all-inclusive. Her cunt and thighs are soaked in a frothy cream. I dive into her with my mouthpiece spread out wide. My mouth covers her spread pussy rim. I roll her on top of me. Cum is dripping on to and into my mouth and coating my face. I savor this new found flavor of her succus. I've often eaten her puss filled with my cum. This mouthful is similar, but different. I don't know if it was because I was happy that she finally fulfilled her hole-and-corner desire to fuck mortal else or because it was her and my first material waterlogged irregular. As I savored her cream pie she licked and sucked my stiff shaft. She cleaned off every drop of the aphrodisiac juice mixture from my dick and balls.

I thrust my tongue deeper into her slipery pussy, lapping up her juices. albumen drops of cum still covered her ass and crack. As I fucked her cunt with my tongue, I coated my right mediate finger 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 ballock harder. Timing the drive of my knife in her cunt, I slid my finger to the 1st articulatio, then the 2d. Her breathing quickened and her tongue circled by clod. She lifted her ass and pushed my face hard into her unfold lips. My cum soaked finger worked in and out, ever so slightly mystifying until it was fully buried in her ass as she was rocking back and Forth, up and down. Her rima oris was around my balls, her juicy pussy fucked by my tongue and her ass fucked by my cum soaked finger. This was sexual heaven. My load was fix to irrupt as she edged toward an coming. I could find her cum against my mouth. Her ass clenched my finger's breadth and held it tight. She lifted her rose hip driving her cunt against my hungry mouth.

Again she pushed me off. She pulled my prick and positioned it against her parted cunt lips. She pulled me into her as she thrust her hips into me."filling my pussy up again with more cum"she whispered."It felt good when he filled me, now I want to feel you fulfil me ”. We fucked hard as she came again. My putz exploded forcefully into her pussy, filling it with another, different ointment pie. I fucked her until I was empty. She continued to grind her clit against me. My cock grew soft. She pulled me off and laid beside me. She was still hot and she slid a digit to her button now soaked in my cum. She turned and kissed the principal of my cock, then began licking the creamy sex succus from the 3 of us off the promontory. She said"Let's see if your cum has unlike feel from his ”. I slid my head to her snatch. It too was now coated in the cum from the 3 of us. My peter was responding to her tongue. Likewise, I replaced her fingerbreadth on her button with my spit. It tasted different than before ; a new crapulence. My cum tasted saltier. I pulled her on top of my so that this drink would flow into my mouth. I didn't want to pour forth a drop curtain.

Betsy licked the promontory of my peter and then the shaft. She then took my peter into her sass and sucked the last drop of my cum from my tool. I stiffened, my cock was responding to her. She sucked my putz and fucked it with her mouth. After a few instant my cock was rock operose. She licked some cum from my ballock, trading my straight cum with the 3 person mixture. She seemed to enjoy changing between the two flavors.

Her hip continued a slow gyration working her clit against my waiting backtalk. She was picking up stop number. Her hips moved faster and harder, grinding her button 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 pussy against me like a wild horse and I was fucking her mouth. She deep throated my total dick. Each jabbing of my prick buried into her throat as my balls slapped her boldness. She sucked me dry and I nearly passed out as she smothered my mouth and nose with her cum soaked kitty and ass. The flavour 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 meter. We had sucked and fucked with wild abandon, all the while the threshold to our elbow room was wide undecided and our guests were across the hall. I'm not indisputable if they enjoyed listening to us or joined in with their own party. We had been too fussy to notice.

After a few min we both grabbed our towels and walked, naked past their elbow room to the shower. I wonder if this gave them any approximation or if this will guide to a new chapter. metre will say .