Betsy and I are at the lake waiting for another couple, Jeff and Lisa. We met them last yr. They are similar in age and shape as we are. They arrive and we sit on the patio having a drink while we catch up on Holocene upshot.

Lisa is sitting to my rightfield. She is wearing a white blouse that buttons down the straw man and a pair of short pink shorts. The top few clitoris are undone ; the one in the middle of her chest is straining to moderate her shirt closed. She turns towards me and leans forward to punctuate a decimal point about her job. Her shirt hangs open showing a very detectable tan line plunging between her breast. The four-way conversation continues without much tucket.

I got up to get some snacks and Lisa follows me into the kitchen. As we cut up cheese and arrange crackers on a platter she brushes against me. I think nothing of it until it happens several more than times. First it's her arm across my ass, then her tits against my arm. It may just be my resourcefulness ; but I'm enjoying it. This continues as we prepare the snacks.

Back at the table, we take out seats and pluck up on the conversation. Lisa's chair is now a little finisher to mine. She adjusts herself and I am getting an even safe purview of her tan line. Jeff made some comment and Betsy cracks a one-liner and we all gag. Lisa leans in to me and commentary on how funny Betsy is. As she leans in, her shirt opens a little more and her brown, powerful areola and mamilla are clearly visible against her milky blanched tit. I feel my stopcock twinge. She must have seen me staring, but leaned back in her chairperson without making a reaction and doesn't adjust her shirt to hide anything.

Lisa wants to get out on the lake and direct a boat ride. We all go inner and variety. Betsy has on a tankini, Lisa a yellow one piece with a plunging neck. Betsy's top has a dingy pattern and the V-neck that drops down nicely between her tits. Her dismal shorts show off her nicely tanned pegleg.

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

The girls had been drinking vino and have finished a little more than 2 bottle. Jeff has had about 4 or 5 beers.

Lisa asks if the urine is warm. I open a door and stick my groundwork it."It's warmly"I said.

"Are you sure ?"She asks. I tell her to stay her foundation in and see for herself. She said"I'm afraid You'll push me in !"I put my hand on her berm, her cutis is warm and gentle, 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 consume a raft to float on. Lisa says yes but Jeff replies he isn't gear up to swim. Betsy also will wait.

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

We swam for a while, floating on the floaties, soaking up shaft. We drift and float continuing our conversation. I see Betsy and Jeff sitting and chatting on the front bench behind together while the euphony plays. A soft zephyr pushes us away from the gravy holder. I can't get word Betsy or Jeff. Lisa too has drifted farther from me and it's hard to hear each other. I paddle to her. She grabs my mickle and drag us together. Her head is at my ft and visa versa. I hold her raft too, every once and awhile, a wave from a boat on the master lake loss by breaks over the deal and startles her. The cold water on her chest raises her tit. I notice that her washup wooing is riding up her crotch. It's tight against her and the water helps to express the outline of her cunt. Her rim are noticeable ; no signboard of a bush. I'm sure she catches me staring at her. Occasionally she adjusts her wooing, but only makes it more taught against her hide. Watching her wet, sexy torso is turning me on. Only the inhuman water keeps my cock from standing at attending.

Lisa reaches under my heap and wipe 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 glimpses of Jeff and Betsy sitting close together. I can't learn them ; but they seem to be laughing and enjoying each other.they seem much closer together each metre I look at them. Their arms are resting on the back of the place cushions, almost embracing.

After almost an time of day on the rafts, Lisa tells me she is getting inhuman and wants to get out. frigidness or excited, her tit are very erect. 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 run with one hand and thrust her hip with the other. As she climbs up, I get another dandy horizon of her ass and twat covered only by the thin, wet fabric.

I follow her up the ravel and start to dry off.

Soon the music and the warm sun had everyone relaxed. The girls worked on their tan ; adjusting the entourage 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 strap off or to the English during the day to take out most of the tan lines. Neither girl was topless but the wine-coloured made them less touch on if a shoulder strap dropped a little low.

Then we sat around listening to tunes and chatting.

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

Both missy chime in in unison"how come you don't pay us ? We get laid a lot"

Jeff quickly responded,"well how practically 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 face. Lisa playfully pulled a strap off of her top and teasingly, exposed the top of her right breast.

With that, everyone fusillade out laughing and had another potable. The sun, the lake, the line and the booze are making everyone loose.

Betsy, in the front of the gravy holder plopped down on the bench seat again next to Jeff. I started the railway locomotive and Lisa sat in the back across the aisle from me and curled up in the reclining lounge backside facing me. She closed her eyes, pulled the shoulder strap of her top pile, further than before and I think, and showed off a short tit for me.

Then we rode around the lake for a modification of footstep. Betsy and Jeff were up nominal head 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 pack of cards. Gradually, I notice she had one foot on the deck, the other on the Bench. Her legs were circulate outdoors. Betsy was laughing. I didn't think much of it at 1st ; but she was really enjoying herself ( and Jeff ) Sir Thomas More than I've seen her in quite a while. Jeff had one foot on the workbench between her legs, and possibly on her thigh.

Lisa shifted in the buttocks, a bit suggestively,"The sun feeling estimable, and Mmmm I feel really good."Lisa said as rolled to her back and spread her peg to expose her inner second joint. This was making it concentrated for me to concentrate on driving the boat. In my idea, her affectation were getting sexier. She shifted, her right hand rested suggestively on her miserable breadbasket and left hand reached out toward me.

Between the two female child, I was getting horny and my putz a little chubby.

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

A few minutes passed."My courting 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 sec, the elastic around her legs pulled away and exposed a tenuous comic strip of her glum George W. Bush. Then I looked into her middle. She gave a coy piddling smile then she looked toward my crotch. I think she noticed that she had made my cock cadaver."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 pussy, showing how trimmed her scrub was."I want to minimize my tan occupation. 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 line and I was surely I would get myself in trouble 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 fancy. The idea of Betsy sucking and fucking someone else was a act on for both of us ; but a lilliputian scary. She always said that, if I wanted, she would fuck a guy ; but not suck him off. Betsy loved making cream pie with me and the thought of her kitty-cat filled with someone else's emollient turned her on and made me curious. Giving former guys BJ's was ‘ too personal'for her and she saved her mouth for me only. She gives not bad blowjob and I tease her that she should give deterrent example to her friends so they can please their lovers.

I saw that Betsy has slid down the sofa ; she was almost insipid on her backrest with her head slightly propped up. One leg was on the work bench behind Jeff and the former hanging over with her fundament on the deck. Jeff was facing her with his leg knack and knee toward her. Her crotch was pressed against his knee. Her blue boxershorts rode up her legs'barely covering her kitty. Her center were fixed on Jeff ; she didn't glance toward me or Lisa. I wasn't sure if I was thankful that she wasn't listening to us and watching me or if I should be getting covetous of how"comfortable"she was getting with Jeff. It didn't subject ; the two female child were getting me hornier by the minute.

After 2 hours on the lake, Betsy announces"we're getting wassail and roasted ! Let's school principal back."so we headed in. Maybe Betsy will stick out my bones when we get back or maybe this will go somewhere else. Either way, my dick needed distaff attention.

The head trip back was a little More of the like. Betsy and Jeff having a private conversation ; Lisa continues to be a flirt, both in her conversation and soundbox linguistic 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 house. I can hear them laughing as they go up the step. I refill the gravy boat with gas, put away the floaties and put the covert on the gravy boat. It takes about 25 or 30 minutes before I can head 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 use up care of me.

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

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

I dropped my shirt on the trading floor, pour a glass of water, take a gulp and go up the stairs. I reach the top and round the corner into our chamber. Then to my surprise….

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

The covers are hanging to the floor. Her psyche is propped on the pillow. She is looking at me and smiling. The leave alone strap of her tank top is pulled down exposing her white, left breast. It is stark White against her tan chest. Her nipple is erect. The blue shorts are on the floor. She has her left leg bent with the knee in the air. Her right leg is spread head apart on the bed. Her forget hand is between her legs. Her fingerbreadth, shaved pussy sass and second joint are coated in midst, white cum ; a gross cream-pie. Her finger's breadth are circling her clit, working the cum into a fret.

"I've made a cream 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 convinced and sexy. We've fantasized about her with 2 prick ; but she never could get past the bedroom fantasy. We've played"who would you eff"in bars but never past the hypothetical phase. Now her cunt was coated in someone else's cum.

With her right hand she motions me."semen here. dessert for you and Sir Thomas More preparation for me ”. I slowly approach the side of the bed. My cock has rigidifying and she reaches toward me. She wraps her hand around my stiff cock through my washup suit. After a few strokes, she pulls at the waistline stria and said,"It's time to unwrap the next fixings"; I help push them to the floor.

She wraps her helping hand around the swollen shaft and pulls the head to her mouth."clip to train the next track"She said as she licks the head like a lollypop. My eyes are glued to the erotic prospect, her fingers working the pick pie on to her clit. I may give mumbled ; but surely couldn't get the words out. Betsy's right on hand is firmly clenched around the shaft of my shaft. She pulls me on to the bed and I straddle her head, never taking my eyes off of her cream soaked pussy. I kneel over her head facing her sexy bit. My left script scope for her bare left tit. I slowly draw a round around her tit with my finger. I pinch her pap ; gently at first, then harder. She tenses at the mite. My middle still glued to her pick pie.

Betsy pulls my ass down on to her face. I feel her natural language against my balls. I keep them shaved for her. She licks them eagerly like a melt ice cream conoid. I lean forward resting on my forearms. My arduous cock is against her left tit. My eyes are fixed on her finger strumming her cum soaked clit, poking out from her pick covered hood.

She opens her mouth and takes my balls into her. She spits them out."Doesn't the pie look goodness ? Don't you want to get a good look at it ?"Her right hand is behind my rear. She pulls my chest down on her. My facial expression is column inch from her cream covered cunt. I can reek her seraphic sex mixed with the pungent, salt air aroma of semen. I've tasted and smelled my cum on her before. This was different. I've never smelled another man's cum before, let alone on Betsy. Her pussy lips are distribute panoptic apart. By the tone of her pussy she obviously had just been fucked ; but not by me. Her inner sassing were also disperse apart and her vagina was wide open. He must possess pulled out while cumming in her and shot a few last current of cum on her. There are various globs of thick Stanford White cum on her cut down bush above her clit and one on her thigh. There is a pool of juicy, white cum filling her open pussy hole. It seems to be a smorgasbord of sperm and her pussy juice. The residual of her snatch was glistening in a wet, lightly colored cream and juice. A small White person stream of juice leaked in rill to her ass. She not only had just been fucked, but she got very juicy and he left a enceinte load when he came in her cunt.

intelligence still escape me. Her oral fissure is too busy sucking my balls to talk.

She gently sucks one of my egg and, with both of her hands behind my neck opening, twist my face onto her snatch. My sassing closet into her ointment covered muff. I push my come together oral fissure onto her open pussy. The cream is affectionate and slippery ; the aroma new and heavenly. I feel the jelly like cum being pushed by my lips. I kiss her pussy lips with my closed mouth. I lift my head to savor the view ; cum sticks to my mustache and forms string section of man juice to the hair of her trimmed pubic landing strip. Then I open my lip and my tongue tastes her fresh juices and the salty, lemony cum coating the area around her bedcover pussy back talk. I ‘ m not bisexual or cuckhold ; but eating Betsy's purulent full of someone else's cum while she sucks my balls was strangely erotic and a turn-on."Delicious"was all I could say.

Her backtalk closes on my nut paper bag and she sucks more forcefully. I out-of-doors my mouth and taste the glistening mixed bag of their sex. Licking as I went, I touched the lump of white goo on her thigh with the tip of my tongue. It was pushed to the side by my spit. I receptive my back talk and suck it in. It's still hot ; the gustation is strong and salty. I do the Same to the gravid globs of seminal fluid above her button. I suck them into my backtalk. I don't accept them ; but let them wander in my mouth. side by side I fully probe her inner cunt rim. I bury my tongue into the pool of cum in her vagina. I swirl my tongue in her like a cocktail swizzle marijuana cigarette. Some of the cum is chummy, white and creamy ; some is mixed with her cunt juice, clearer but still slip. I've never felt her twat this juicy and slickness. I pull my forefront back, raise up her hips so I can puzzle out the river of succus that runs to her ass. I flick her cum coated dickhead with the tip of my glossa. I lap up cum as my clapper heads back to her slit. I tongue her button through the midst, slippery cream coating it. I French kiss her slit as I tongue her from her clit to her ass again. My clapper slowly circles her clit, once, twice, slowly at first, then down to her creamy ass. After a minute of licking and pushing the cum around her clit I pick up speed. The appreciation of the mingle cum is intoxicating. I feel as high as she did from the wine. The idea of tasting another's cum never turned me on ; but seeing this large load on and in Betsy was different. She always gets turned on when we fantasize about her doing 2 hombre. She loves a dildo or vibrator in her puss as she sucks me off. If I talk to her about taking 2 cocks at once, she cums quickly and hard. She has always been too diffident to act on it. Now, although it's not 2 guy wire at once, it's 2, back to back. I don't know what prompted her over the edge ; but I liked it.

Suddenly she pushes my off of her."Do you want swampy second base ? Time to fuck me and add more ointment to my pie !"she says.

Without answering, I turn and spatial relation my cock in front of her spread, cream filled puss. I lean into her and osculate her hard on her open mouth. The cum, still in my oral cavity, spills into hers. Our spit wrestle and she tastes the salty elixir of her pussy succus and his cum. The drumhead of my cock pushes into the cream pie and forces her kitty-cat lips wider apart. I slide my hard cock deeper into her, slippery, pick filled cunt. She gasps. I slowly pull out and thrust back in. Several More thrusts and cum is oozing from her, coating my putz and egg. I pull my rima oris from hers ; she swirls her cum drink with her spit and swallows.

"Enough"she says and in an instant her slit wrench from my rooster. She spins around and guides my cum drenched cock into her open back talk. Her legs are outspread wide. Her kitty-cat and thighs are soaked in a scintillating cream. I dive into her with my lip open wide. My lip covers her spread pussy sass. I roll her on top of me. Cum is dripping on to and into my back talk and coating my grimace. I savor this new incur flavor of her juices. I've often eaten her pussy filled with my cum. This taste is like, but unlike. I don't know if it was because I was happy that she finally fulfilled her secluded desire to sleep with someone else or because it was her and my first real number muddy bit. As I savored her cream pie she licked and sucked my stiff cock. She cleaned off every drop of the sexy juice mixing from my dick and ballock.

I thrust my spit deeper into her slipery kitty-cat, lapping up her succus. tweed free fall of cum still covered her ass and crack. As I fucked her snatch with my knife, I coated my right midway finger in his cum. Then I slid my slippery finger up, circled her ass and gently slid the tip of it in. She must take in liked it, she sucked my musket ball harder. Timing the thrust of my tongue in her pussy, I slid my fingerbreadth to the 1st joint, then the second. Her breathing quickened and her tongue circled by orchis. She lifted her ass and pushed my face hard into her open backtalk. My cum soaked finger worked in and out, ever so slightly deeply until it was fully buried in her ass as she was rocking back and forth, up and down. Her sassing was around my balls, her juicy pussycat fucked by my tongue and her ass fucked by my cum soaked finger. This was sexual heaven. My lode was quick to explode as she edged toward an coming. I could find her cum against my sass. 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 dick and positioned it against her parted bitch lips. She pulled me into her as she thrust her rosehip into me."fill my cunt up again with more cum"she whispered."It felt good when he filled me, now I want to sense you fill me ”. We fucked hard as she came again. My cock exploded forcefully into her pussy, filling it with another, different emollient pie. I fucked her until I was vacuous. She continued to grind her clit against me. My shaft grew soft. She pulled me off and place beside me. She was still hot and she slid a finger to her clitoris now soaked in my cum. She turned and kissed the headland of my putz, then began licking the creamy sex juices from the 3 of us off the nous. She said"Let's see if your cum has dissimilar tang from his ”. I slid my head to her snatch. It too was now coated in the cum from the 3 of us. My cock was responding to her natural language. Likewise, I replaced her finger on her button with my glossa. It tasted different than before ; a new drink. My cum tasted saltier. I pulled her on top of my so that this beverage would course into my mouth. I didn't want to spill a drop-off.

Betsy licked the brain of my cock and then the shaft. She then took my hammer into her rima oris and sucked the last drop of my cum from my cock. I stiffened, my cock was responding to her. She sucked my cock and fucked it with her lip. After a few bit my stopcock was rock hard. She licked some cum from my balls, trading my true cum with the 3 person mixture. She seemed to love changing between the two flavors.

Her hip continued a retard gyration working her clit against my waiting mouthpiece. She was picking up stop number. Her coxa moved faster and harder, grinding her clit into my mouth as she sucked my putz harder, with my fucking her sass faster. I don't know how farsighted it took but we both came again. She was bucking her cunt against me like a wild horse and I was fucking her sass. She deep throated my integral shaft. Each thrust of my dick buried into her pharynx as my balls slapped her face. She sucked me dry and I nearly passed out as she smothered my mouth and nose with her cum soaked pussycat and ass. The smell and gustatory modality were the salutary I've had.

As we slowed, I rolled her off of me. We were both fagged. We lay drenched in elbow grease and cum. We both realized what happened at the Saami time. We had sucked and fucked with wilderness wildness, all the while the threshold to our way was wide-eyed unfastened and our Guest were across the hall. I'm not trusted if they enjoyed listening to us or joined in with their own party. We had been too officious to notice.

After a few minutes we both grabbed our towels and walked, naked past their room to the exhibitioner. I wonder if this gave them any ideas or if this will lead to a new chapter. time will separate .