Betsy and I are at the lake waiting for another pair, Jeff and Lisa. We met them last 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 events.

Lisa is sitting to my right. She is wearing a white blouse that clit down the front and a pair of abruptly pink short. The top few button are untie ; the one in the centre of her thorax is straining to hold her shirt closed. She turns towards me and leans forward to underline a point in time about her job. Her shirt hang undecided showing a very detectable tan line plunging between her titty. The four-way conversation continues without much fanfare.

I got up to get some snacks and Lisa follows me into the kitchen. As we cut up cheese and set up crackers on a platter she brushes against me. I think goose egg of it until it happens several 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.

rear at the table, we take out bottom and pluck up on the conversation. Lisa's chair is now a little closer to mine. She adjusts herself and I am getting an even meliorate opinion of her tan line of business. Jeff made some comment and Betsy cracks a one-liner and we all laugh. Lisa leans in to me and scuttlebutt on how curious Betsy is. As she leans in, her shirt opens a little more and her Brown University, the right way areola and nipple are clearly visible against her milky lily-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 hide anything.

Lisa wants to get out on the lake and convey a boat drive. We all go inside and change. Betsy has on a tankini, Lisa a sensationalistic one part with a plunging neck opening. Betsy's top has a blue figure and the V-neck that drops down nicely between her tits. Her blue shorts show off her nicely tanned legs.

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

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

Lisa asks if the piss is warm. I open a door and baffle my foot it."It's warm"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 push me in !"I put my hand on her berm, her pelt is warm and easygoing, and I promise not to push her in. She tests the piddle 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 ready to swim. Betsy also will wait.

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

We swam for a patch, floating on the floaties, soaking up rays. We drift and float continuing our conversation. I see Betsy and Jeff sitting and chatting on the face bench posterior together while the music plays. A gentle piece of cake pushes us away from the boat. I can't hear Betsy or Jeff. Lisa too has drifted farther from me and it's grueling to get word each early. I paddle to her. She grabs my raft and pulls us together. Her head word is at my understructure and visa versa. I hold her hatful too, every once and awhile, a Wave from a gravy boat on the main lake loss by breaks over the raft and startles her. The cold water on her chest raises her teat. I notice that her bathing suit is riding up her privates. It's tight against her and the urine helps to express the outline of her kitty-cat. Her backtalk are obtrusive ; no sign of a crotch hair. I'm indisputable she catches me staring at her. Occasionally she adjusts her suit, but only makes it more instruct against her skin. Watching her wet, aphrodisiac body is turning me on. Only the cold water bread and butter my tool from standing at attention.

Lisa reaches under my heap and rubs against my leg."oh, sad, 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 stern cushions, almost embracing.

After almost an 60 minutes on the tidy sum, Lisa tells me she is getting frigid and wants to get out. Cold or excited, her nipples are very put up. I reluctantly agree and follow her.

Lisa reaches the ladder first. She has a little trouble getting off the raft and onto the ladder. I gently reach forward, hold the ladder with one mitt and pushing her hip with the other. As she climbs up, I get another great vista of her ass and kitty-cat covered only by the dilute, wet fabric.

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

Soon the medicine and the warmly sun had everyone relaxed. The young lady worked on their tans ; adjusting the suite 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 incline during the day to remove almost of the tan stock. Neither girl was topless but the vino made them less worry if a strap dropped a small low.

Then we sat around listening to tunes and chatting.

An old Elton trick vocal,"Sweet Painted gentlewoman"comes on."…. getting paid for being laid, I guess that's the epithet 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 very much are you worth ? What are your rate ?"

Betsy retorted,"You can't afford us !"she turned, bent 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 rectify breast.

With that, everyone burst 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 boat plopped down on the judiciary 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 cast buttocks facing me. She closed her center, pulled the straps of her top down, farther than before and I think, and showed off a trivial tit for me.

Then we rode around the lake for a change of tempo. Betsy and Jeff were up front line giggling and I couldn't make out much of their talking due to the stochasticity of the engine. She had her back against the cushion, her understructure on the deck of cards. Gradually, I notice she had one foot on the deck, the other on the workbench. Her legs were spread undecided. Betsy was laughing. I didn't think much of it at showtime ; but she was really enjoying herself ( and Jeff ) more than I've seen her in quite a while. Jeff had one foot on the work bench between her legs, 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 spread her legs to queer her inner thighs. This was making it hard for me to concentrate on driving the gravy boat. In my mind, her poses were getting sexier. She shifted, her right hand rested suggestively on her low stomach and left deal reached out toward me.

Between the two female child, I was getting horny and my tool a slight chubby.

I made small talk with Lisa. No issue what we said, she got a bit more implicative."I'm getting hot,"said Lisa."Really hot. What do you think 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 suit near her stomach. It pulled tight and away from her skin. For a few seconds, the elastic around her legs pulled away and exposed a thin flight strip of her dark crotch hair. Then I looked into her eyes. She gave a coy lilliputian smile 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 cause again so that it just covered her puss, showing how trimmed her Dubya was."I want to minimize my tan lines. You'd like that, right ?"Was it the wine-coloured talking or was she suggesting something more ?

I nervously glanced at Betsy. We had never crossed this agate line and I was sure I would get myself in hassle if I went down this route too far with Lisa. Betsy and I often fantasized about 3-somes and four-somes but never went past the fantasy. The thought of Betsy sucking and fucking soul else was a turn on for both of us ; but a little scary. She always said that, if I wanted, she would fuck a guy ; but not suck him off. Betsy loved making emollient PIE 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 sassing for me only. She gives heavy cock sucking and I tease her that she should sacrifice deterrent example to her Friend so they can please their lovers.

I saw that Betsy has slid down the couch ; she was almost straight on her backbone with her caput slightly propped up. One leg was on the bench behind Jeff and the other dangling over with her substructure on the deck. Jeff was facing her with his leg bent grass and knee toward her. Her crotch was pressed against his genu. Her blue shorts rode up her legs'barely covering her pussy. Her oculus were fixed on Jeff ; she didn't coup d'oeil toward me or Lisa. I wasn't sure if I was grateful that she wasn't listening to us and watching me or if I should be getting green-eyed of how"well-to-do"she was getting with Jeff. It didn't topic ; the two girlfriend were getting me hornier by the minute.

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

The head trip back was a picayune more of the Saame. Betsy and Jeff having a private conversation ; Lisa continues to be a tease, both in her conversation and body lyric. 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 hear them laughing as they go up the stairs. I refill the boat with gas, put away the floaties and put the cover on the sauceboat. It takes about 25 or 30 minutes before I can manoeuvre 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 take tutelage of me.

I go in the back door and can hear the rain shower running, I see Lisa going into node sleeping accommodation. She has a towel wrapped half way around her, showing bunch of leg and a little ass. She smiles and gives me a small wave."Enjoy"she said as she closed the door.

No time for me to react."Strange"I think. Did she ask that as a question ? Enjoy putting the gravy boat away ? I wondered. She didn't give me a 2d look. All of the flirting in the boat seems to be leading to nothing.

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

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

The covers are hanging to the floor. Her headland 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 bosom. It is gross blanched against her tan chest. Her mamilla is erect. The blue shorts are on the floor. She has her left leg bent with the knee in the air. Her decently leg is spread apart on the bed. Her leave alone hand is between her legs. Her fingers, shaved pussy lips and thighs are coated in thick, white cum ; a perfect cream-pie. Her fingers are circling her clit, working the cum into a lather.

"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 positive and sexy. We've fantasized about her with 2 cocks ; but she never could get past the bedroom fancy. We've played"who would you fuck"in bars but never past the conjectural phase. Now her cunt was coated in somebody else's cum.

With her right mitt she motions me."cum here. dessert for you and Sir Thomas More preparation for me ”. I slowly approach the slope of the bed. My cock has stiffening and she reaches toward me. She wraps her hand around my stiff shaft through my bathing courtship. After a few strokes, she pulls at the waist band and said,"It's time to unwrap the following constituent"; I help advertize them to the floor.

She wraps her hand around the swollen quill and pulls the head to her brim."prison term to prepare the next course"She said as she licks the head like a lollypop. My middle are glued to the erotic scene, her fingers working the cream pie on to her clit. I may have mumbled ; but surely couldn't get the password out. Betsy's right paw is firmly clenched around the shaft of my hammer. She pulls me on to the bed and I straddle her school principal, never taking my eyes off of her emollient soaked pussy. I kneel over her head facing her sexy twat. My lead mitt reaches for her bare left tit. I slowly draw a circle around her tit with my finger's breadth. I pinch her nipple ; gently at first, then harder. She tenses at the pinch. My eye still glued to her ointment pie.

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

She opens her sassing and takes my formal into her. She spits them out."Doesn't the pie face honorable ? Don't you want to get a good feel at it ?"Her mighty helping hand is behind my backbone. She pulls my chest down on her. My face is inches from her cream covered cunt. I can smack her sweet sex blend with the pungent, salt air aroma of ejaculate. 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 sass are spread wide apart. By the feel of her kitty she obviously had just been fucked ; but not by me. Her intimate lip were also propagate apart and her vagina was wide open. He must hold pulled out while cumming in her and blastoff a few finally streams of cum on her. There are several globs of thick white cum on her garnish bush above her clit and one on her thigh. There is a consortium of juicy, white-hot cum filling her undecided pussy kettle of fish. It seems to be a potpourri of sperm and her kitty-cat juice. The relief of her snatch was glistening in a wet, lightly colored cream and juice. A small ovalbumin flow of succus leaked in runnel 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.

watchword still escape me. Her sass is too busy sucking my balls to talk.

She gently sucks one of my orb and, with both of her mitt behind my neck, pulls my grimace onto her pussy. My mouth press into her emollient covered fumble. I push my closed mouth onto her open air kitty-cat. The pick is lovesome and slippery ; the fragrance new and heavenly. I feel the jelly like cum being pushed by my rim. I kiss her kitty-cat lips with my fill up sass. I lift my drumhead to enjoy the view ; cum sticks to my mustache and forms bowed stringed instrument of man succus to the hair of her prune pubic landing place strip. Then I open my lips and my lingua tastes her sweet-scented juice and the salty, tangy cum coating the area around her spread pussy sass. I ‘ m not epicene or cuckhold ; but eating Betsy's kitty-cat 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 egg sack and she sucks more forcefully. I candid my oral cavity and penchant the glistening mixture of their sex. Licking as I went, I touched the glob of Caucasian goo on her thigh with the tip of my tongue. It was pushed to the face by my tongue. I receptive my mouth and blow it in. It's still hot ; the taste is strong and salty. I do the Saame to the big globs of semen above her clit. I suck them into my rima oris. I don't live with them ; but let them swan in my mouth. succeeding I fully probe her inner snatch lip. 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 thick, Andrew Dickson White and creamy ; some is assorted with her cunt succus, clearer but still glossy. I've never felt her cunt this juicy and slick. I pull my forefront back, raise up her hip joint so I can lick the river of juice that runs to her ass. I flick her cum coated cocksucker with the tip of my tongue. I lap up cum as my glossa top dog back to her slit. I tongue her clitoris through the thick, slippery cream coating it. I French kiss her pussy as I tongue her from her clitoris to her ass again. My clapper slowly circles her clit, once, twice, slowly at first, then down to her creamy ass. After a moment of licking and pushing the cum around her clit I pick up speed. The taste of the combine cum is intoxicating. I feel as richly as she did from the wine. The persuasion of tasting another's cum never turned me on ; but seeing this large warhead on and in Betsy was different. She always gets turned on when we fantasize about her doing 2 hombre. She loves a dildo or vibrator in her pussy as she sucks me off. If I talk to her about taking 2 dick 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 up. I don't know what prompted her over the edge ; but I liked it.

Suddenly she pushes my off of her."Do you desire baggy seconds ? fourth dimension to eff me and add more than cream to my pie !"she says.

Without answering, I turn and situation my rooster in front of her spread, cream filled cunt. I lean into her and kiss her hard on her out-of-doors mouth. The cum, still in my sass, spills into hers. Our tongues wrestling and she tastes the salty elixir of her twat juice and his cum. The head of my hammer pushes into the emollient pie and forces her pussy lips wider apart. I slide my hard putz deeper into her, slippery, cream filled cunt. She gasps. I slowly pull out and thrust back in. Several more drive and cum is oozing from her, coating my cock and balls. I pull my mouth from hers ; she swirls her cum crapulence with her knife and swallows.

"Enough"she says and in an crying her pussy pulls from my shaft. She spins around and guides my cum drenched cock into her open sassing. Her leg are circularize wide. Her slit and thighs are soaked in a bubbly cream. I dive into her with my mouth candid wide. My mouth covers her counterpane snatch lips. I roll her on top of me. Cum is dripping on to and into my back talk and coating my typeface. I savor this new found flavor of her succus. 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 hush-hush desire to get laid someone else or because it was her and my first existent sloppy seconds. As I savored her emollient pie she licked and sucked my remains cock. She cleaned off every drop of the sexy juice mixture from my gumshoe and balls.

I thrust my tongue deeper into her slipery pussy, lapping up her succus. White drop-off of cum still covered her ass and crack. As I fucked her cunt with my tongue, I coated my the right way middle finger in his cum. Then I slid my slippery finger's breadth up, circled her ass and gently slid the tip of it in. She must have liked it, she sucked my ballock harder. Timing the thrust of my tongue in her twat, I slid my finger to the 1st joint, then the second. Her respiration repair and her tongue circled by Lucille Ball. She lifted her ass and pushed my face hard into her candid brim. 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 River, up and down. Her mouth was around my bollock, her juicy twat fucked by my knife and her ass fucked by my cum soaked digit. This was sexual heaven. My load was ready to burst forth as she edged toward an orgasm. I could finger her cum against my mouth. Her ass clenched my finger and held it tight. She lifted her hips driving her cunt against my hungry mouth.

Again she pushed me off. She pulled my putz and positioned it against her parted cunt backtalk. She pulled me into her as she thrust her hip into me."fill my puss up again with more cum"she whispered."It felt good when he filled me, now I want to feel you meet me ”. We fucked hard as she came again. My rooster exploded forcefully into her pussy, filling it with another, different ointment pie. I fucked her until I was discharge. She continued to mash her clitoris against me. My turncock grew flaccid. 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 of my stopcock, then began licking the creamy sex juices from the 3 of us off the head. She said"Let's see if your cum has different flavor from his ”. I slid my headway to her snatch. It too was now coated in the cum from the 3 of us. My cock was responding to her knife. Likewise, I replaced her finger on her clit with my tongue. It tasted dissimilar than before ; a new drinkable. 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 splatter a drop.

Betsy licked the head of my rooster and then the shaft. She then took my cock into her mouth and sucked the last drop cloth of my cum from my cock. I stiffened, my cock was responding to her. She sucked my cock and fucked it with her mouth. After a few minutes my cock was rock hard. She licked some cum from my globe, trading my direct cum with the 3 someone mix. She seemed to enjoy changing between the two spirit.

Her articulatio coxae continued a slow gyration working her clit against my waiting mouth. She was picking up speed. Her hips moved faster and harder, grinding her clit into my sass as she sucked my pecker harder, with my fucking her mouth faster. I don't bang how foresighted it took but we both came again. She was bucking her slit against me like a raving mad sawbuck and I was fucking her oral cavity. She deep throated my entire cock. Each thrust of my cock buried into her throat as my glob slapped her face. She sucked me dry and I nearly passed out as she smothered my sassing and nozzle 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 spent. We lay drenched in swither and cum. We both realized what happened at the Lapplander meter. We had sucked and fucked with natural state unconstraint, all the while the door to our room was all-inclusive open and our guests were across the antechamber. I'm not sure if they enjoyed listening to us or joined in with their own party. We had been too engaged 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 thought or if this will lead to a new chapter. time will tell .