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

Jeff and Lisa were at the lake with Betsy and me again last weekend. A few weeks ago, Jeff had turned Betsy's twat into a large, aphrodisiacal cream pie. Now they were back and I wondered what excitement was in storehouse for her and us.

It was rainy and very fond this past weekend. We spent nigh of the time on the covered back porch. Jeff had a beer while the lady friend drank their wine. No one actually spoke of concluding weekend. It was almost as if it never happened. Lisa never let on that her hubby fucked my wife. They acted as if it never happened. Jeff didn't even tip at the carnal pleasures her had with my married woman. I wondered if it was a onetime event, pushed to the backrest of everyone's judgment. Forever to be thought of only when our psyche drifted to those deep, taboo sexual thoughts.

Both girlfriend were braless, wore tank teetotum and shorts that showed a lot of tanned, aphrodisiac pegleg. Betsy's top was yellow and topped with garden pink lacing. If she leaned forward, the low neck opening drooped and you could see her small but perky tits. Lisa had a blueish top. No lacing and it was tighter. It didn't sag when she bent over ; but, her nipples made a fine impression. Lisa has shoulder length disgraceful tomentum. She is about the Saame pinnacle, 5'5 ”, slightly heavier and her mammilla are prominent than Betsy's B-cups but they don't seem as perky. Jeff is a few column inch taller than me ; with the Lapplander gymnastic build but grave.

The music was good and the beer and wine flowed freely. Eventually I tried to break the sexual tension. As Betsy hang over, I made input about the great aspect down her shirt. Later, when Lisa went by, Jeff would comment about Lisa's great peaks under her shirt to climb on. As the day progressed and the liquor flowed, we started to make gossip about each other's girl as well as our own. Both girlfriend played shy at first off ; but then played into it and seemed to enjoy giving Sir Thomas More opportunities for comment. As we walked by each former, more brushing and touching took blank space. starting time it was Jeff and Lisa, then Betsy and me. Soon Betsy and Lisa seemed to look for chance to brush against each other's spouse.

Lisa asked me to go into the kitchen to help her open another bottle of wine-colored. At the tabulator, as I reached around her to take the bottle, she backed into me. I reached my arms around her to hold on the bottleful. She pulled it to her breast, so my hands rested against her boob. With one deal she held the nursing bottle, with the former she took my handwriting and pushed it into her tit. She squeezed my right script so that it squeezed her mighty tit. I felt her pap as it grew hard. She pulled my hired hand 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 listen to the toons. Lisa got up to adjust the radiocommunication ; 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 aphrodisiac lady. 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 buffalo chip ; but settled onto his lap.

"Do I get one too ?"Betsy said. She sat with her binding to him ; her wooden leg fan out outside of his. I immediately thought of the last time he was between her leg and of the massive emollient pie he left there. As Jeff enjoyed his massage, he said,"of course you get one too"and began to rub Betsy's shoulders.

I sat across the deck and could see and bask the entirely show. Lisa's hired man wandered down his chest and she rubbed with one script and pinched a nipple with the other. Lisa gave me a wink. Betsy took another sip of wine-colored as Jeff's hands explored more than her shoulders. outset he moved to her cover. After a short while, his hands moved to her sides, from under her weapon to the exterior of her second joint. Lisa began to kiss and lick Jeff's neck and ear as her hands explored his trunk. Soon, Betsy leaned back allowing Jeff's hands to reach the tops of her thighs and breadbasket. Betsy took another sip of wine, closed her eyes and leaned all the way back against Jeff's thorax. All three had their eyes closed, massaging each other to the rhythm of the music. Soon Jeff's hands were stroking Betsy's inner second joint ; occasionally gently dragging across her genitals. He kept his right-hand hand between her legs and slowly moved his depart one to her chest. He massaged her upper chest, and then let his fingerbreadth circle one breast, then the former.

No one said a word but everyone's breathing seemed to get inscrutable. Lisa could no longer get to Jeff's chest, so she rubbed Betsy's shoulders. Jeff grew bolder. As his left hand worked its magic over her pectus, it slipped under her loose shirt. His hand slowly worked its way up and I could see him draw outlines around her tits with his fingers. Betsy was slowly rocking her hips back and forth ; her ass grinding into his crotch. Betsy's shorts were pulled up cockeyed against her pussycat. I could see the synopsis of her sass through the slim down fabric. Jeff's mighty paw stroked the border of the second joint where it met her boxershorts. His handwriting was less than an inch from her puss.

I enjoyed the show. Lisa must accept 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 legs to my left field. This allowed her to stroke my chest and neck opening. My one-half erect cock stiffened.

"What's funfair is fair"I said as I rubbed Lisa's back with my right hand and traced traffic circle from her knee to the top of her shorts with my left hand. Lisa reached for her one-half total crank. In one gulp, she finished the wine and placed the abandon glass on the table. She turned and kissed me hard on the backtalk. In a present moment, her tongue found my mouth and spit. Her legs parted slightly. As we kissed, I could see Betsy and Jeff out of the niche 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 dry land against his cock."This feels intimate ; I wonder where have I felt this before ?"She said wistfully.

Jeff's right field hired hand rubbed Betsy's crotch hard. Soon one, then two fingerbreadth pushed the onionskin short material to the English. He had free access to her snatch. He seemed to be teasing her, not allowing fully incursion. Betsy's mitt were between his legs. Jeff slid lower in the chair, allowing her approach to his cock. As she slid, Jeff's hand could no longer extend to her fork so he undid the top button of her shorts and slid his fingerbreadth under the waistband. Soon, second and third buttons were undone. Because he recently fucked her, he knew that her bush was cropped into a forgetful landing strip just above her button and her brim were shaved. I couldn't tell apart how far his digit reached ; but Betsy was getting hotter and my cock harder watching.

Betsy reached for her wine-coloured and took a big gulp. Normally shy, button-down Betsy pulled her tank top completely off and dropped it to the deck. She stood up, turned to Jeff. She spread his legs and dropped to her knee between them. Her trunks were low and loose around her hips and thighs ; showing the cracking of her ass and tops of her nerve. Her mitt started massaging his bureau and then worked down to his boxershorts. Betsy pulled the button open and ripped the zipper down. She tugged the short circuit from under his ass and then off. She dropped them by her cooler top. His circumcised putz was fully erect. It seemed retentive than mine ; maybe seven or 7 1/2 inches but definitely not as midst. The head was chunky, the same diameter as his slam. He didn't trim his bush or shave his balls. Betsy wrapped her bridge player around the light beam and slowly started to stroke it."This does look familiar"she growled. Betsy kissed and licked his inner thighs ; her centre fixed on his dick. She was having some trouble with the hair from his lump in her mouth. She pulled a haircloth from her lip, the continued to bat 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 calendar week ago. In the past, we talked about it, fantasized and theatrical role played about her with 2 or 3 cocks. I've never seen her with another lover ; man or woman. This was chilling, wild and very shake. What would she do ? What would she try ? Would she do the matter she does to me or try something unlike ? Would Lisa and I join or just be voyeurs ? In our phantasy, Betsy always let the other lover ( dildo or vibrator ) fuck her pussy or ass. She said that she wouldn't suck another cock or live with his freight ; that was too"personal"and saved her cock sucking for me. Betsy was very experienced at giving head. She must have practiced all of her life before she met me. She gives the best blow jobs that I ever had and often suction my shaft dry ; swallowing every drop cloth. That seemed to be changing before my eyes. Would she blow him ? Would she let him cum in her mouth ? Would she eat up his loading ? Is it a new door opening ? Would there be others ?

Lisa was still sitting on my lap. We turned slightly so we both could watch Betsy kneeling between Jeff's legs, stroking his prick and licking his musket ball. Betsy nibbled on his egg hammock ; then took one ball into her sassing and sucked on it. She was gentle at inaugural ; but sucked harder as she stroked his scape. Jeff seemed sensitive to her sucking. Maybe it was new to him. Soon she had both balls in her rima oris. Her bridge player stroked his turncock slowly, as if to excite him but keep him from cumming. I waited to see if and how she would suck his cock.

Lisa turned and straddled my legs with her binding to me as Betsy had sat on Jeff's. Taking a cue from them I ran my hands over her bosom. I could palpate her besotted nipples through the fabric. Lisa's ass primer hard against my turncock. A thought flashed through my head."Does she like anal ?"Betsy and I have tried it. My cock has always been too thick for her. She often likes my fingers and tongue around her ass and sometimes in it. My decently mitt moved to Lisa's legs, thigh and the bottom of her shorts. It's tight against her bitch. I ran my finger's breadth around her second joint and up and down her twat through her shorts. The crotch of her shorts was damp.

Betsy stood up and wiggled her ass ; her drawers fell to the deck. She turned to us and flashed us a blanket smile. She enjoyed the attention the 3 of us were giving her. Her bush was trimmed tight ; her bare, wet pussy lip were exposed for Lisa and me to see.

"Are you enjoying this as a great deal as I am ?"Betsy said. Her leave alone helping hand rubbed her moist dent. She spread her juices, coating her compressed puss. Betsy turned to Jeff ;"I want you to sleep with me !"She turned, spread her legs and inched her way back to Jeff. His stopcock stood fully rear. She lowered herself onto his hard cock. She braced herself on the arm of the death chair with one script. With the former she held Jeff's putz and rubbed the head against her wet twat, coating it with her juices."afford me that cock now ”. Even with lubricator, it's hard to slip my hammer into Betsy's snatch. It takes a piece to broadcast her inside twat. She lowered herself onto Jeff's cock. She didn't hesitate. She closed her oculus, let out a whisper sigh and lowered herself in one motion until he was fully in her ; his clod tight to her clit. Maybe because his turncock wasn't as midst that it slid in so easily. Maybe she was really wet and primed. I don't know. All I know is that the excess length of his cock didn't slacken her down. She took it all and impaled her snatch on his dick. She doesn't often ride my pecker in a reverse cowgirl position ; but it was perfective for this. Lisa and I got to see her facial expression, breast and cunt while she was getting fucked.

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

They sat motionless enjoying the first, deep penetration of her hot cunt. Jeff's script were on her tits ; cupping them. Betsy's eyes were fixed on Lisa while her helping hand were between her legs, holding Jeff's balls.

"Fuck me, fuck me"Betsy repeated. Lisa and I watched with enthrallment as his long hammer disappeared fully into her slit and then reappeared. Betsy's pussy easily devoured the full distance of his cock as he thrust it into her. Again she lowered herself onto his manhood. She let out a soft moan as he fully penetrated her. She rolled her hips, swirling his dick in her tight, wet hole. Her juices flowed from her pussy. Her lips glistened with the juice from her love golf hole as a few drops ran across his balls.

While they began to fuck, united with his pecker deep in her, I let my hands explore Lisa. I haven't felt up another woman 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 down. Her mammilla were larger and sagged more than than I imagined. Her teat were white, her areolas large and luminosity Brown University and her mammilla were the same chocolate-brown colouring material. Her tit were large and concentrated ; the size of a pencil eraser. My mitt unbuttoned her shorts and I pulled the slide fastener apart. My right hand cupped her right tit. The fingers of my left helping hand easily slid into her loosened shorts. My digit reached her Dubyuh. Like Betsy, she seems to trim it. Her pubic hair's-breadth was closely cropped. It seemed to form a Triangulum ; the top wider and the bottom narrow and seemed to point at her clit. I slid my left-hand paw over her clitoris to her pussy. Her sass were shaved and her cunt was soaked in her juices. Dipping my finger's breadth in her wet, slippery sex juices, I stroked her lips upwards till I reached her clit. I parted the hood and coated Lisa's clit with her own juice. My redress hand massaged one tit, then the other. I teased her breasts and saved her nipples till later. Her dead body wasn't as fit as Betsy's but it was new and different. My prick throbbed against Lisa's ass. She leaned back against my breast. I kissed and licked her neck opening and ears. My left centre finger slowly worked her puss juices on to her clit."dungeon going"she said as her ass squirmed and her legs paste wider. Her shorts slid down a few inches ; it confirmed my picture of her bush. It was dreary, closely lop and in the manikin of an upside down triangle pointing to her clit. She was getting wetter and was letting out a slight moan. She didn't try to remove her boxershorts, so I continued to rub down her soft boob and unvoiced, wet clit."fingerbreadth fuck me"Lisa moaned.

Betsy massaged Jeff's balls and started to slowly rock 'n' roll her pelvis, rotating her pussy on his cock. She rubbed his Lucille Ball against her button. Jeff was watching me fingering his wife. He had a smile on his typeface. Was it from the fucking that Betsy was giving him or watching his hot married woman enjoying herself with another man ? He was slowly massaging Betsy's tits and pinching her nipples. Their pacing increased and we heard some muffled moans ; probably from both of them. Neither had their eyes unfold any More, they were lost in their own blissful sexcapade. Could it be another declamatory ointment pie for Betsy ? It seems like I would soon know.

Lisa was content with my hands on her. Her ass ground against my rooster and she stroked my thighs ; but she made no effort to go further. Lisa's centre were glued to Jeff's prick as it was splitting Betsy'cunt. I hadn't had sex with anyone but Betsy in over 30 years. However, I was content with this new experience. I was massaging Lisa's knocker and fingering her snatch as Betsy was fucking Lisa's husband in front of us.

I'm not sure who started to cum first, Betsy or Jeff. Soon she was bouncing up and down, taking his turncock almost fully out of her twat before dropping hard on it till her clit hit his clod. Her left hired hand rubbed her clit back and Forth. Her aright hand steadied herself and she bounced faster and faster. Soon they were both cumming hard in noisy ecstasy. They continued cumming for what seemed like 10 bit. His Edward White cum oozed from her pussy in a thick, frothy stew. They slowed to a occlusive with his rooster fully in her wet cunt.

Lisa was hot ; but I teased and slowed to keep her from going over the bound to orgasm. Suddenly Jeff pushed Betsy to her invertebrate foot. He took her by the hired hand to the life elbow room rug. He lay on his dorsum with his knees up and, with Betsy facing him, pulled her to her human knee, above his face. This week he was going to banquet on her pick pie. Lisa and I could barely see them. Lisa leaned forward and stood up. My finger's breadth almost got stuck in her pussy. As she stood up, she let her shorts drop to the floor. Lisa reached for my hand, dripping wet from her juice, and led me to the living way. I expected her to continue to watch and maybe sit on my lap. Lisa loosened my short pants and pulled them down and off. My cock was hard ; however I wasn't sure what she really wanted. Lisa faced Jeff, dropped to her knees between Jeff's knee joint. She still had my hand and pulled me down behind her. Lisa bent down on all quartet, reached between her legs with her aright bridge player and grabbed my erect peter.

"As they say, what's fair is fair. Fuck me"She said as she pulled my cock to her dripping wet pussy and rubbed it against her to lube me up. Then she guided me into her snatch. She was fuddled and I pressed until the forefront was past her lips. Lisa bent-grass forward toward Jeff's putz. It was half set up and coated in a creamy mixture of his cum and Betsy's cunt juices. She started to bat his orchis as Betsy had done.

What a batch this was. I was on my human knee, fucking Lisa, Jeff's wife, doggie style, Lisa licking Jeff's cock and lapping the combining of his cum and Betsy's pussy succus and Jeff, licking his own cum from Betsy's creamy, emollient pie cunt.

Watching Jeff and Betsy turned me on more than any porno moving picture I've ever seen. Watching him fill her snatch with his sperm as they both orgasmed was magnificent. Now I got to watch her creamy pussy eaten by the man who filled her. As Betsy knelt above his face I could see his cum dripping from her into his mouth. His tongue reached upward, probing, hunting for more of their sweet ambrosia. Betsy would frown herself onto his tongue then pull up, leaving a rope of cum uniting them. Jeff devoured it quickly.

Lisa was no slouch in the BJ section. She licked Jeff's balls and cock, then seemed to deep throat his rig erect 7"putz with no effort. Jeff's mouth knew its way around a pussy and seemed comfy and eager to eat the cream pie he baked in Betsy's hot pussy. Betsy was rocking her cunt back and Forth River into Jeff's mouthpiece and her hand were massaging her own titmouse.

Lisa's cunt was still very tight. My rock music hard putz couldn't push more than the head into her drippage hole. She pushed against my hawkshaw but it couldn't be forced in. I took my tool into my mitt and pushed it up and down her twat from her clit to her ass, coating it in her juices ; then tried to embark. No luck.

Jeff was hard again. Lisa had good oral technique. Lisa reached between her legs and wrapped her hand around my shaft of light. Then, to my surprisal, she positioned the head against her cocksucker."piece of ass my ass"She said as she pushed back and, it started to slide in. The headland slid in and I stopped to see her reaction. Lisa pushed harder, ramming my cock into her ass until my chunk hit her clit.

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

Betsy heard that, turned and smiled at me.

Once in, I reached around and found Lisa's wet button with my right hand and her odd mammilla with the other. Her response was prompt. She racked her hip and my dick would pull out slightly then dip into her sweet ass."nookie me…. Fuck me ”. She started slowly and gained impulse."commit my tight ass a good tough fucking"

Jeff pushed Betsy back from his face. I think he was being smothered. He pushed her back until her pussy was against his hammer. 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"dick until it was again buried deep in her. This time, his balls were tight against her sweet ass."roll in the hay my cunt"Betsy said as she bounced up and down riding his peter as he squeezed her tits. She braced her hands on his chest to serve keep the rhythm.

Lisa was conclude to cumming. She pounded her ass against me and my Lucille Ball hit my fingerbreadth on her clit. She let out a long, loud moan as she came, I exploded my start burden deep into her ass. Soon she pressed my fingerbreadth against her clit to give up the legal action. Her bucking slowed as I got softer.

listening Lisa cum pushed Jeff over the boundary. He let out a growl as he filled Betsy with her second creamy consignment of the day. Betsy didn't cum again but slowed as he must have grown softer. Lisa pulled her ass away from my shaft. She had a skillful emollient pie dripping from her ass down to her kitty-cat. 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 hired man and crawled to the lounge. Betsy lay on her vertebral column with one groundwork on the deep brown table and one on the floor. Her slit lips were wide open and a large dollop of cum filled the void. She pulled me nigh then guided my head between her undefended pussy lips. The aroma was strong. The smell of his second freight of pungent, sticky Edward D. White cum mixed with her sweet pussy juice filled my nostrils. I was apprehensive. Sometimes I don't want to try out pick after I've cum. Would it be as good as the number 1 of his cream pies that I ate ? Just as before, I kissed her clit and cunt with a closed mouth. I felt his quick load against my mouth and brass. Betsy's cunt was slippery in cum. She liked the look and I continued to kiss her from clit to ass."Eat me ; eat my fucking cum filled cunt. try our cum"Eat every dip of his cum from my fucking bitch muddle ”.

Jeff must experience been doing a well job. Lisa was rubbing her twat and ass all over Jeff's face ; his hands on her boob. I could hear him slurping up my load as he ate Lisa's ass and puss. The more he ate, the more she talked."Eat my ass. lick up every drop of cum from my dirty jam. He stretched my besotted ass and filled it for you to eat. Bury your tongue in my cum filled hole."She was getting louder as she approached another orgasm. Lisa turned and began to 69 with Jeff."Betsy's cunt juice tastes good with your cum"she said as she sucked his cock oceanic abyss in her throat.

I could see Lisa's ass and snatch as Jeff ate her out. I opened my mouth and licked Betsy's cum soaked clit. The taste sensation was just as before. The tasting was salty, tangy and sticky as I slowly lapped up the ointment. I took a finger and coated it with cum. I began to slither it into her ass as my snatch eating intensified. I lost gumption of what I was doing. I started to eat her pick pie like a starving man. I didn't just push the cum against her unfastened pussy ; I gulped the cum and sucked on her clit and lips ; my finger fucked her tight ass. Betsy was arching her vertebral 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 pelvic girdle grinding their ointment Proto-Indo European into us. Soon both miss stopped. Betsy pulled my foreland and held it tight against her cunt but stopped the movement. Lisa collapsed on Jeff and they both lay motionless. All four of us rested our sexually spent trunk. The four of us lay motionless, breathing in the redolence of hot sex.

Eventually, without much talking, Betsy and I took shower together in the downstairs lav while they used the upstairs. The four of us went to our suite to rest ; maybe for supper or maybe for round # 2. We will see… .