This is the sec in a series of fib. To fully appreciate this one, I suggest you read the commencement Betsy's Creampie - Rewritten.

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

It was showery and very warm this past weekend. We spent about of the time on the covered back porch. Jeff had a beer while the young lady drank their wine. No one actually rundle of last weekend. It was almost as if it never happened. Lisa never let on that her husband fucked my wife. They acted as if it never happened. Jeff didn't even trace at the animal pleasures her had with my married woman. I wondered if it was a onetime event, pushed to the book binding of everyone's idea. Forever to be thought of only when our minds drifted to those deep, taboo intimate thoughts.

Both fille were braless, wore tank upside and drawers that showed a lot of tanned, aphrodisiac legs. Betsy's top was chicken and topped with tap lace. If she leaned forward, the low neck drooped and you could see her pocket-size but perky knocker. Lisa had a blue top. No lace and it was tighter. It didn't droop when she bent over ; but, her mammilla made a fine feeling. Lisa has shoulder length blackamoor fuzz. She is about the same height, 5'5 ”, slightly arduous and her tits are larger than Betsy's B-cups but they don't seem as perky. Jeff is a few inch taller than me ; with the same athletic human body but heavier.

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 scuttlebutt about the great panorama down her shirt. Later, when Lisa went by, Jeff would comment about Lisa's majuscule peaks under her shirt to wax on. As the day progressed and the booze flowed, we started to make comment about each other's daughter as well as our own. Both female child played shy at outset ; but then played into it and seemed to relish giving to a greater extent chance for comments. As we walked by each other, more brushing and touching took shoes. First it was Jeff and Lisa, then Betsy and me. Soon Betsy and Lisa seemed to look for chances to brush against each other's spouse.

Lisa asked me to go into the kitchen to help her open another feeding bottle of wine. At the counter, as I reached around her to submit the feeding bottle, she backed into me. I reached my arms around her to grasp the bottle. She pulled it to her dresser, so my helping hand rested against her tit. With one manus she held the bottle, with the former she took my hand and pushed it into her tits. She squeezed my mighty hand so that it squeezed her right tit. I felt her nipple as it grew hard. She pulled my 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 mind to the toon. Lisa got up to aline the radio ; Betsy walked over and picked up a shell of chips from the table. Jeff was sitting across from me. Lisa walked behind Jeff and began to massage his shoulders."Just what I needed, a message from a sexy peeress. Does it add up with a well-chosen ending ?"Betsy laughed as she walked by and"tripped"and fell into Jeff's lap. She didn't spill the chip ; but settled onto his lap.

"Do I get one too ?"Betsy said. She sat with her back to him ; her pegleg spread outside of his. I immediately thought of the last meter he was between her peg and of the massive pick pie he left there. As Jeff enjoyed his massage, he said,"of course you get one too"and began to rub Betsy's shoulder joint.

I sat across the deck and could see and enjoy the unhurt show. Lisa's custody wandered down his chest and she rubbed with one deal and pinched a pap with the other. Lisa gave me a wink. Betsy took another sip of vino as Jeff's manus explored more than her shoulders. First he moved to her dorsum. After a short spell, his hands moved to her sides, from under her arms to the outside of her thigh. Lisa began to kiss and lick Jeff's neck and ear as her bridge player explored his body. Soon, Betsy leaned back allowing Jeff's handwriting to strive the tops of her thigh and stomach. Betsy took another sip of wine, closed her eyes and leaned all the way back against Jeff's chest. All three had their heart closed, massaging each other to the rhythm of the euphony. Soon Jeff's hands were stroking Betsy's internal second joint ; occasionally gently dragging across her genitalia. He kept his right script between her legs and slowly moved his left one to her chest. He massaged her pep pill chest, and then let his fingers circle one breast, then the other.

No one said a word but everyone's ventilation seemed to get mysterious. Lisa could no longer hit Jeff's chest, so she rubbed Betsy's articulatio humeri. Jeff grew bolder. As his go away hand worked its magic over her chest, it slipped under her loose shirt. His hired man slowly worked its way up and I could see him draw lineation around her mammilla with his fingers. Betsy was slowly rocking her articulatio coxae back and Forth ; her ass attrition into his crotch. Betsy's shorts were pulled up blind drunk against her kitty-cat. I could see the outline of her lips through the slenderize framework. Jeff's correct mitt stroked the boundary of the thighs where it met her short circuit. His hired man was less than an inch from her pussy.

I enjoyed the show. Lisa must have grown tired of this or sensed that I craved care too."Mind if I sit ?"she said. She walked to me and sat on my lap ; both of her legs to my left. This allowed her to stroke my chest and neck. My half erect cock stiffened.

"What's funfair is fair"I said as I rubbed Lisa's back with my rightfulness hand and traced lap from her knee to the top of her shorts with my left. Lisa reached for her half entire glass. In one gulp, she finished the wine and placed the empty glass on the table. She turned and kissed me hard on the back talk. In a moment, her spit found my lip and tongue. Her legs parted slightly. As we kissed, I could see Betsy and Jeff out of the corner of my eye.

Jeff had pulled Betsy's top over her tits, fully exposing them. He teased and squeezed them. Her nipples were rock severely.

Betsy pushed harder into him ; her ass ground against his cock."This look comrade ; I wonder where have I felt this before ?"She said wistfully.

Jeff's right hand rubbed Betsy's crotch hard. Soon one, then two digit pushed the flimsy short-change fabric to the side. He had free access to her cunt. He seemed to be teasing her, not allowing full incursion. Betsy's hands were between his stage. Jeff slid lower in the chair, allowing her admission to his cock. As she slid, Jeff's manus could no longer reach her private parts so he undid the top button of her shorts and slip his finger under the waistband. Soon, second and third push were undone. Because he recently fucked her, he knew that her George H.W. Bush was cropped into a unretentive landing place strip just above her button and her lip were shaved. I couldn't tell how far his fingers reached ; but Betsy was getting hotter and my shaft harder watching.

Betsy reached for her vino and took a big gulp. Normally shy, conservative Betsy pulled her army tank top completely off and dropped it to the deck of cards. She stood up, turned to Jeff. She spread his legs and dropped to her knees between them. Her short were low and loose around her rose hip and thighs ; showing the crack of her ass and whirligig of her cheeks. Her hands started massaging his breast and then worked down to his shorts. Betsy pulled the button open and ripped the zipper down. She tugged the shortstop from under his ass and then off. She dropped them by her army tank top. His circumcised cock was fully erect. It seemed longer than mine ; maybe seven or 7 1/2 inch but definitely not as thick. The brain was stumpy, the Lapp diameter as his shaft. He didn't lop his George Bush or shave his testis. Betsy wrapped her script around the ray of light and slowly started to stroke it."This does attend familiar spirit"she growled. Betsy kissed and licked his privileged thighs ; her middle fixed on his dick. She was having some problem with the hair from his balls in her mouth. She pulled a hair from her mouth, the continued to thrash 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 workweek ago. In the past, we talked about it, fantasized and role played about her with 2 or 3 hammer. I've never seen her with another lover ; man or woman. This was scary, wild and very exciting. What would she do ? What would she try ? Would she do the things she does to me or try something dissimilar ? Would Lisa and I join or just be voyeurs ? In our fantasies, Betsy always let the other lover ( dildo or vibrator ) fuck her twat or ass. She said that she wouldn't suck another cock or get down his payload ; 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 story before she met me. She gives the unspoilt blow occupation that I ever had and often suction my cock dry ; swallowing every drop. That seemed to be changing before my eyes. Would she blow him ? Would she let him cum in her mouth ? Would she accept his load ? 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 leg, stroking his peter and licking his balls. Betsy nibbled on his ball sack ; then took one egg into her mouth and sucked on it. She was gentle at first ; but sucked harder as she stroked his shaft. Jeff seemed raw to her sucking. Maybe it was new to him. Soon she had both orchis in her mouth. Her hired hand stroked his cock slowly, as if to charge up him but prevent him from cumming. I waited to see if and how she would suck in his cock.

Lisa turned and straddled my wooden leg with her binding to me as Betsy had sat on Jeff's. Taking a cue from them I ran my script over her tits. I could feel her stiff tit through the fabric. Lisa's ass primer hard against my cock. A thought flashed through my nous."Does she like anal retentive ?"Betsy and I have tried it. My pecker has always been too thick for her. She often likes my finger's breadth and tongue around her ass and sometimes in it. My right hand moved to Lisa's stage, thigh and the buttocks of her boxers. It's tight against her cunt. I ran my fingers around her thigh and up and down her pussy through her shorts. The privates of her boxershorts was damp.

Betsy stood up and wiggled her ass ; her boxershorts fell to the deck. She turned to us and flashed us a wide smile. She enjoyed the aid the 3 of us were giving her. Her bush was trimmed tight ; her bare, wet twat lips were exposed for Lisa and me to see.

"Are you enjoying this as a great deal as I am ?"Betsy said. Her left handwriting rubbed her moist slit. She spread her juices, coating her tight pussycat. Betsy turned to Jeff ;"I want you to fuck me !"She turned, spread her peg and inched her way back to Jeff. His shaft stood fully erect. She lowered herself onto his operose cock. She braced herself on the arm of the chair with one hand. With the other she held Jeff's cock and rubbed the school principal against her wet dent, coating it with her juices."Give me that pecker now ”. Even with lubricant, it's backbreaking to slide my dick into Betsy's cunt. It takes a piece to propagate her internal cunt. She lowered herself onto Jeff's cock. She didn't hesitate. She closed her oculus, let out a whispered sigh and lowered herself in one motion until he was fully in her ; his balls tight to her clit. Maybe because his cock wasn't as thick that it slid in so easily. Maybe she was really wet and primed. I don't know. All I know is that the redundant duration of his cock didn't slack her down. She took it all and impaled her cunt on his dick. She doesn't often ride my cock in a turnaround cowgirl locating ; but it was staring for this. Lisa and I got to see her face, nipple and pussy while she was getting fucked.

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

They sat motionless enjoying the first, abstruse penetration of her hot cunt. Jeff's bridge player were on her teat ; cupping them. Betsy's middle were fixed on Lisa while her hands were between her ramification, holding Jeff's ballock.

"fucking me, fuck me"Betsy repeated. Lisa and I watched with enchantment as his long cock disappeared fully into her slit and then reappeared. Betsy's cunt easily devoured the full distance of his cock as he thrust it into her. Again she lowered herself onto his humanity. She let out a delicate groan as he fully penetrated her. She rolled her pelvic girdle, swirling his gumshoe in her tight, wet hole. Her juices flowed from her pussy. Her sassing glistened with the juice from her honey golf hole as a few free fall ran across his balls.

While they began to sleep with, united with his cock deep in her, I let my hired man explore Lisa. I haven't felt up another woman since before Betsy and I were married. I was tingly, almost like a Virgo the Virgin. I pulled Lisa's shirt over her psyche ; she helped and let it drop. Her teat were larger and sagged to a greater extent than I imagined. Her tits were white, her areolas with child and promiscuous brown and her nipples were the like brown color. Her mamilla were with child and difficult ; the size of a pencil eraser. My workforce unbuttoned her shorts and I pulled the zip fastener apart. My proper hand cupped her right tit. The fingers of my left helping hand easily slid into her loose shortstop. My fingerbreadth reached her bush. Like Betsy, she seems to prune it. Her pubic hair's-breadth was closely cropped. It seemed to form a trilateral ; the top wider and the undersurface narrow and seemed to designate at her button. I slid my left hand over her clit to her pussy. Her sass were shaved and her cunt was soaked in her juices. Dipping my finger in her wet, slippery sex succus, I stroked her lips upward till I reached her clit. I parted the cowling and coated Lisa's clit with her own juices. My right hand massaged one tit, then the former. I teased her tit and saved her nipples till later. Her dead body wasn't as fit as Betsy's but it was new and dissimilar. My prick throbbed against Lisa's ass. She leaned back against my breast. I kissed and licked her neck and ears. My left midriff finger slowly worked her twat juice on to her clit."Keep going"she said as her ass squirmed and her branch bedcover wider. Her shorts slid down a few inches ; it confirmed my impression of her bush. It was sour, closely cropped and in the form of an upper side down triangle pointing to her clitoris. She was getting surfactant and was letting out a slight groan. She didn't try to get rid of her shorts, so I continued to massage her soft boob and hard, wet clit."digit bang me"Lisa moaned.

Betsy massaged Jeff's lump and started to slowly rock her hips, rotating her twat on his cock. She rubbed his balls against her clitoris. Jeff was watching me fingering his wife. He had a smile on his face. Was it from the fucking that Betsy was giving him or watching his hot wife enjoying herself with another man ? He was slowly massaging Betsy's mamilla and pinching her nipples. Their tempo increased and we heard some muffled moans ; probably from both of them. Neither had their centre open any more, they were lost in their own blissful sexcapade. Could it be another large pick pie for Betsy ? It seems like I would soon know.

Lisa was content with my hired man on her. Her ass priming coat against my dick and she stroked my thighs ; but she made no effort to go further. Lisa's optic were glued to Jeff's cock as it was splitting Betsy'cunt. I hadn't had sex with anyone but Betsy in over 30 years. However, I was depicted object with this new experience. I was massaging Lisa's titty and fingering her cunt as Betsy was fucking Lisa's husband in strawman of us.

I'm not sure who started to cum first, Betsy or Jeff. Soon she was bouncing up and down, taking his cock almost fully out of her pussy before dropping hard on it till her clit hit his musket ball. Her left hand rubbed her clit back and Forth. Her powerful hand steadied herself and she bounced faster and faster. Soon they were both cumming hard in noisy ecstasy. They continued cumming for what seemed similar 10 minute of arc. His white cum oozed from her pussycat in a thick, frothy stew. They slowed to a stop with his cock fully in her wet cunt.

Lisa was hot ; but I teased and slowed to keep her from going over the border to orgasm. Suddenly Jeff pushed Betsy to her feet. He took her by the bridge player to the living room rug. He lay on his back with his genu up and, with Betsy facing him, pulled her to her genu, above his human face. This calendar week he was going to feast on her ointment pie. Lisa and I could barely see them. Lisa leaned forward and stood up. My fingers almost got stuck in her pussy. As she stood up, she let her shorts drop to the floor. Lisa reached for my bridge player, dripping wet from her juices, and led me to the keep room. I expected her to continue to ascertain and maybe sit on my lap. Lisa loosened my short circuit and pulled them down and off. My rooster was hard ; however I wasn't sure what she really wanted. Lisa faced Jeff, dropped to her knees between Jeff's knees. She still had my helping hand and pulled me down behind her. Lisa bent down on all four, reached between her legs with her redress mitt and grabbed my erect putz.

"As they say, what's fair is average. 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 bit. She was rigorous and I pressed until the point was past her lips. Lisa turn forward toward Jeff's rooster. It was half put up and coated in a creamy mixture of his cum and Betsy's cunt juices. She started to lick his balls as Betsy had done.

What a sight this was. I was on my human knee, fucking Lisa, Jeff's wife, bow-wow style, Lisa licking Jeff's turncock and lapping the combination of his cum and Betsy's pussy juice and Jeff, licking his own cum from Betsy's creamy, cream pie cunt.

Watching Jeff and Betsy turned me on more than any porno movie I've ever seen. Watching him fill her slit with his sperm as they both orgasmed was glorious. 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 oral fissure. His tongue reached upward, probing, hunting for more of their sweet nectar. Betsy would lower herself onto his natural language then pull up, leaving a forget me drug of cum uniting them. Jeff devoured it quickly.

Lisa was no slouch in the BJ department. She licked Jeff's balls and putz, then seemed to deep throat his semi erect 7"prick with no effort. Jeff's mouth knew its way around a pussy and seemed well-off and eager to eat the emollient pie he baked in Betsy's hot pussy. Betsy was rocking her cunt back and forth into Jeff's mouth and her hands were massaging her own tits.

Lisa's bitch was still very tight. My rock knockout turncock couldn't push more than than the head into her dripping yap. She pushed against my dick but it couldn't be forced in. I took my cock into my hired man and pushed it up and down her cunt from her clit to her ass, coating it in her succus ; then tried to introduce. No luck.

Jeff was hard again. Lisa had good oral proficiency. Lisa reached between her legs and wrapped her hand around my scape. Then, to my surprisal, she positioned the head against her bastard."Fuck my ass"She said as she pushed back and, it started to skid in. The top dog slid in and I stopped to see her reaction. Lisa pushed harder, ramming my cock into her ass until my balls hit her clit.

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

Betsy heard that, turned and smiled at me.

Once in, I reached around and found Lisa's wet button with my ripe hired man and her left teat with the former. Her reply was immediate. She racked her hips and my turncock would root for out slightly then dip into her seraphic ass."nooky me…. shtup me ”. She started slowly and gained momentum."have my besotted ass a unspoilt hard fucking"

Jeff pushed Betsy back from his face. I think he was being smothered. He pushed her back until her cunt was against his cock. 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"shaft until it was again interred deep in her. This fourth dimension, his balls were tight against her seraphic ass."Fuck my bitch"Betsy said as she bounced up and down riding his hammer as he squeezed her tits. She braced her bridge player on his thorax to help keep on the rhythm.

Lisa was shut to cumming. She pounded her ass against me and my balls hit my finger's breadth on her clitoris. She let out a long, forte moan as she came, I exploded my first of all lode trench into her ass. Soon she pressed my fingers against her clit to quit the action. Her bucking slowed as I got softer.

auditory modality Lisa cum pushed Jeff over the bound. He let out a growl as he filled Betsy with her second creamy lading of the day. Betsy didn't cum again but slowed as he must have grown softer. Lisa pulled her ass away from my cock. She had a nice emollient pie dripping from her ass down to her puss. She scooted on her knees and straddled Jeff's head. She wanted Jeff to eat my anal retentive emollient pie filling.

Betsy turned to me. She took my hand and crawled to the couch. Betsy lay on her back with one foot on the coffee table and one on the floor. Her cunt sassing were wide-eyed open and a bombastic dollop of cum filled the nullity. She pulled me closer then guided my psyche between her overt snatch lips. The aroma was strong. The smell of his 2nd load of pungent, mucilaginous white cum desegregate with her sweet pussy juice filled my nostrils. I was apprehensive. Sometimes I don't want to try emollient after I've cum. Would it be as good as the first of his pick pies that I ate ? Just as before, I kissed her clit and cunt with a fill up mouth. I felt his warm load against my back talk and expression. Betsy's cunt was slippery in cum. She liked the tone and I continued to kiss her from button to ass."Eat me ; eat my fucking cum filled slit. Taste our cum"Eat every dip of his cum from my fucking cunt hole ”.

Jeff must take been doing a good job. Lisa was rubbing her cunt and ass all over Jeff's brass ; his helping hand on her tits. I could discover him slurping up my load as he ate Lisa's ass and snatch. The more he ate, the more she talked."Eat my ass. punch up every drop of cum from my dirty kettle of fish. He stretched my tight ass and filled it for you to eat. Bury your lingua in my cum filled hole."She was getting louder as she approached another orgasm. Lisa turned and began to 69 with Jeff."Betsy's twat juice discernment good with your cum"she said as she sucked his peter deep in her throat.

I could see Lisa's ass and twat as Jeff ate her out. I opened my mouth and licked Betsy's cum soaked clit. The taste was just as before. The taste was salty, tangy and sticky as I slowly lapped up the cream. I took a digit and coated it with cum. I began to skid it into her ass as my snatch eating escalate. I lost sentiency of what I was doing. I started to eat her cream pie like a starving man. I didn't just push the cum against her capable pussy ; I gulped the cum and sucked on her clit and back talk ; my finger's breadth fucked her tight ass. Betsy was arching her backrest and grinding her cunt into my look and oral cavity. I heard both Lisa and Betsy cumming as they were both being eaten. The both squealed as the came ; their rosehip grinding their cream Proto-Indo European into us. Soon both girls stopped. Betsy pulled my head 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 bodies. The four of us lay motionless, breathing in the fragrance of hot sex.

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