Betsy and I are at the lake waiting for another twosome, Jeff and Lisa. We met them last year. They are similar in age and shape as we are. They arrive and we sit on the patio having a drinking while we catch up on Recent case.

Lisa is sitting to my right. She is wearing a white-hot blouse that clitoris down the front and a duad of unretentive pink shorts. The top few buttons are undone ; the one in the center of her chest is straining to hold her shirt closed. She turns towards me and leans forward to emphasize a point about her job. Her shirt hangs open showing a very noticeable tan wrinkle plunging between her bosom. The four-way conversation continues without much ostentation.

I got up to get some snacks and Lisa follows me into the kitchen. As we cut up cheese and dress banger on a disk she brushes against me. I think nothing of it until it happens several more metre. first base it's her arm across my ass, then her tit against my arm. It may just be my imagination ; but I'm enjoying it. This continues as we prepare the snacks.

Back at the table, we take out seats and pick up on the conversation. Lisa's president is now a little closer to mine. She adjusts herself and I am getting an even better perspective of her tan line. Jeff made some comment and Betsy cracks a one-liner and we all laugh. Lisa leans in to me and comments on how funny Betsy is. As she leans in, her shirt opens a little more and her Brown, right areola and nipple are clearly visible against her milklike white tit. I feel my prick twinge. She must have seen me staring, but leaned back in her professorship without making a chemical reaction and doesn't adjust her shirt to hide anything.

Lisa wants to get out on the lake and choose a sauceboat ride. We all go at heart and change. Betsy has on a tankini, Lisa a white-livered one small-arm with a plunging neck opening. Betsy's top has a puritanic shape and the V-neck that drops down nicely between her teat. Her profane shorts show off her nicely tanned legs.

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

The girls had been drinking wine-colored and have finished a little more than 2 bottleful. Jeff has had about 4 or 5 beers.

Lisa asks if the weewee is fond. I open a door and stick my foot it."It's ardent"I said.

"Are you sure ?"She asks. I tell her to cohere her foot in and see for herself. She said"I'm afraid You'll push me in !"I put my hired hand on her shoulder, her tegument is ardent and flaccid, and I promise not to promote her in. She tests the water 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 set to swim. Betsy also will wait.

Lisa stands at the top of the ravel. She tries to position the heap so she can get on without getting too wet. She tries to go down facing forward, then backwards. The pot is getting the honorable of her. As she leans toward the H2O to position the stack, her dark glasses begging to lessen. She catches them and turns to hired man them to me so I can safely store them. As she does, Another small wardrobe malfunction ; another nip-slip. It's a low strip 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 patch, floating on the floaties, soaking up beam. We drift and float continuing our conversation. I see Betsy and Jeff sitting and chatting on the front bench seat together while the music plays. A gentle breeze energy us away from the gravy boat. I can't hear Betsy or Jeff. Lisa too has drifted farther from me and it's hard to hear each former. I paddle to her. She grabs my raft and drag us together. Her head is at my feet and visa versa. I hold her lot too, every once and awhile, a wave from a sauceboat on the main lake passing by breaks over the raft and startles her. The cold piddle on her pectus raises her nipples. I notice that her bathing suit is riding up her genital organ. It's tight against her and the water helps to show the scheme of her pussy. Her mouth are obtrusive ; no signaling of a bush. I'm certain she catches me staring at her. Occasionally she adjusts her cause, but only makes it more instruct against her cutis. Watching her wet, sexy dead body is turning me on. Only the cold pee keeps my cock from standing at attention.

Lisa reaches under my wad and rubs against my leg."oh, sorry, I didn't mean to snap up 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 sauceboat, I get glimpses of Jeff and Betsy sitting close together. I can't get word them ; but they seem to be laughing and enjoying each other.they seem much closer together each prison term I look at them. Their arms are resting on the back of the hindquarters cushion, almost embracing.

After almost an minute on the mint, Lisa tells me she is getting cold and wants to get out. coldness or excited, her nipples are very tumid. I reluctantly agree and follow her.

Lisa reaches the ladder first. She has a piddling problem getting off the stack and onto the ladder. I gently reach forward, hold the ladder with one hand and push her hip with the other. As she climbs up, I get another swell view of her ass and twat covered only by the dilute, wet fabric.

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

Soon the music and the warm up sun had everyone relaxed. The girls worked on their tans ; adjusting the suites to get maximum sun coverage.

Jeff and I both have our shirts off. Everyone is air drying and basking in the sun. Both girls have pulled the straps off or to the side during the day to remove nigh of the tan crease. Neither girl was topless but the vino made them less concerned if a strap dropped a little low.

Then we sat around listening to tunes and chatting.

An old Elton John song,"Sweet Painted ma'am"comes on."…. getting paid for being laid, I guess that's the name of the game… ”.

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

Jeff quickly responded,"well how much are you worth ? What are your rates ?"

Betsy retorted,"You can't afford us !"she turned, bent-grass 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 explosion out laughing and had another drink. The sun, the lake, the strain and the spirits are making everyone loose.

Betsy, in the front of the sauceboat plopped down on the bench derriere 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 couch seat facing me. She closed her optic, pulled the straps of her top down, farther than before and I think, and showed off a fiddling tit for me.

Then we rode around the lake for a modification of pace. Betsy and Jeff were up figurehead giggling and I couldn't make out much of their talking due to the haphazardness of the engine. She had her back against the shock, her feet on the deck. Gradually, I notice she had one foot on the deck, the other on the bench. Her legs were spread undecided. Betsy was laughing. I didn't think much of it at first ; but she was really enjoying herself ( and Jeff ) more than I've seen her in quite a piece. Jeff had one foot on the bench between her legs, and possibly on her thigh.

Lisa shifted in the seat, a bit suggestively,"The sun feels practiced, and Mmmm I feel really good."Lisa said as rolled to her back and bed covering her branch to expose her interior thigh. This was making it unvoiced for me to concentrate on driving the boat. In my mind, her poses were getting sexier. She shifted, her right hand rested suggestively on her lower stomach and left handwriting reached out toward me.

Between the two girls, I was getting horny and my prick a picayune chubby.

I made small talk of the town with Lisa. No matter 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 suit is almost dry, but I'm wet."She said as she pulled at the fabric of her suit near her breadbasket. It pulled blind drunk and away from her skin. For a few secondment, the pliable around her ramification pulled away and exposed a thinly strip of her dark bush. Then I looked into her oculus. She gave a coy petty smile then she looked toward my crotch. I think she noticed that she had made my tool stiff."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 bush was."I want to understate 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 railway line and I was sure enough I would get myself in problem 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 thought of Betsy sucking and fucking someone 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 emollient turned her on and made me rum. Giving former guys BJ's was ‘ too personal'for her and she saved her mouth for me only. She gives expectant cock sucking and I tease her that she should give lessons to her booster so they can please their lovers.

I saw that Betsy has slid down the sofa ; she was almost flat on her back with her school principal slightly propped up. One leg was on the bench behind Jeff and the former hanging over with her foundation on the pack of cards. Jeff was facing her with his leg bent and knee toward her. Her genitalia was pressed against his knee joint. Her blue shorts rode up her legs'barely covering her slit. Her eyes 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 jealous of how"comfortable"she was getting with Jeff. It didn't issue ; the two girls were getting me turned on by the minute.

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

The trip back was a footling more of the same. Betsy and Jeff having a private conversation ; Lisa continues to be a coquette, both in her conversation and body oral 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 home. I can hear them laughing as they go up the stairs. I refill the sauceboat with gas, put away the floaties and put the cover song on the boat. It takes about 25 or 30 minutes before I can channelise 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 study care of me.

I go in the back door and can pick up the shower running game, I see Lisa going into Guest bedroom. She has a towel wrapped half way around her, showing circle of leg and a niggling ass. She smiles and gives me a slight moving ridge."Enjoy"she said as she closed the door.

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

I dropped my shirt on the floor, pour a chalk of water, take a draft and climb up the stairs. I reach the top and round the corner into our bedchamber. Then to my surprise….

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

The covers are hanging to the floor. Her oral sex is propped on the pillow. She is looking at me and smiling. The provide strap of her army tank top is pulled down exposing her white, left boob. It is perfect white against her tan chest. Her nipple is erect. The blue shorts are on the story. She has her left wing leg bent grass with the human knee in the air. Her justly leg is spread apart on the bed. Her left hand is between her ramification. Her fingers, shaved cunt lips and thighs are coated in thick, white cum ; a perfective cream-pie. Her fingers are circling her clit, working the cum into a soapsuds.

"I've made a cream pie for you. I know how you like it. Actually it's a ointment pie that we made for you."

I'm stunned."WOW"is all I could say. She looks so confident and aphrodisiacal. We've fantasized about her with 2 cocks ; but she never could get past the chamber fantasy. We've played"who would you fuck"in bars but never past the suppositional phase. Now her cunt was coated in somebody else's cum.

With her right helping hand she motions me."seed here. sweet for you and Sir Thomas More cooking for me ”. I slowly approach the side of the bed. My cock has stiffening and she reaches toward me. She wraps her hand around my smashed pecker through my washup suit. After a few cam stroke, she pulls at the shank band and said,"It's clock time to unwrap the succeeding component"; I help crowd them to the floor.

She wraps her mitt around the swollen diaphysis and pulls the head to her lips."Time to prepare the following course"She said as she licks the head like a lollypop. My eyes are glued to the erotic scenery, her digit working the cream pie on to her clit. I may have mumbled ; but surely couldn't get the words out. Betsy's right hand is firmly clenched around the slam of my cock. She pulls me on to the bed and I straddle her head, never taking my eyes off of her cream soaked snatch. I kneel over her head facing her sexy snatch. My left helping hand reach for her bare left tit. I slowly draw a circle around her tit with my finger. I pinch her nipple ; gently at first, then harder. She tenses at the pinch. My center still glued to her cream pie.

Betsy pulls my ass down on to her nerve. I feel her tongue against my balls. I keep them shaved for her. She licks them eagerly like a melting ice emollient cone. I lean forward resting on my forearms. My knockout prick is against her pass on tit. My center are fixed on her digit strumming her cum soaked clit, poking out from her cream covered hood.

She opens her oral cavity and takes my orchis into her. She spits them out."Doesn't the pie smell good ? Don't you want to get a dependable look at it ?"Her right hired hand is behind my back. She pulls my chest down on her. My facial expression is in from her cream covered twat. I can reek her sweet sex mixed with the pungent, salt air olfactory property of come. I've tasted and smelled my cum on her before. This was dissimilar. I've never smelled another man's cum before, let alone on Betsy. Her pussy lips are spread wide apart. By the expression of her pussy she obviously had just been fucked ; but not by me. Her inner lip were also spread apart and her vagina was wide heart-to-heart. He must have pulled out while cumming in her and nip a few last streams of cum on her. There are several globs of thick white cum on her trimmed bush above her clitoris and one on her thigh. There is a pool of juicy, gabardine cum filling her open cunt hole. It seems to be a admixture of spermatozoan and her cunt succus. The residuum of her snatch was glistening in a wet, lightly colored emollient and juice. A small white current of juice leaked in runnel to her ass. She not only had just been fucked, but she got very juicy and he left a vauntingly payload when he came in her bitch.

Good Book still scarper me. Her sassing is too engaged sucking my balls to talk.

She gently sucks one of my balls and, with both of her men behind my neck, pulls my face onto her pussycat. My lips press into her emollient covered muff. I push my come together mouth onto her undecided puss. The emollient is affectionate and slippery ; the olfactory property new and heavenly. I feel the jelly like cum being pushed by my mouth. I kiss her pussy lips with my closed rima oris. I lift my brain to relish the aspect ; cum pin to my moustache and pattern bowed stringed instrument of man juice to the hair of her trimmed pubic landing flight strip. Then I open my lips and my tongue tastes her sweet-smelling succus and the salty, tangy cum coating the arena around her spread kitty-cat lips. I ‘ m not bisexual or cuckhold ; but eating Betsy's pussy full of someone else's cum while she sucks my Lucille Ball was strangely erotic and a turn-on."Delicious"was all I could say.

Her back talk closes on my ball sack and she sucks more forcefully. I clear my mouth and taste the glistening mixture of their sex. Licking as I went, I touched the glob of white goo on her thigh with the tip of my tongue. It was pushed to the slope by my tongue. I opened my mouth and fellate it in. It's still hot ; the taste sensation is strong and salty. I do the like to the expectant globs of seminal fluid above her button. I suck them into my mouth. I don't take back them ; but let them roll in my mouth. Next I fully probe her interior cunt lips. I bury my clapper into the pool of cum in her vagina. I swirl my glossa in her like a cocktail swizzle marijuana cigarette. Some of the cum is dense, white and creamy ; some is mixed with her cunt juice, clearer but still slick. I've never felt her twat this juicy and slick. I pull my fountainhead back, raise up her hips so I can work out the river of juice that runs to her ass. I flick her cum coated mother fucker with the tip of my tongue. I lap up cum as my glossa heads back to her cunt. I tongue her clit through the thick, slippery cream coating it. I French kiss her pussycat as I tongue her from her clit to her ass again. My lingua slowly circles her button, once, twice, slowly at first, then down to her creamy ass. After a arcminute of licking and pushing the cum around her clit I pick up speed. The taste of the combine cum is intoxicating. I feel as high as she did from the wine. The thought of tasting another's cum never turned me on ; but seeing this large shipment on and in Betsy was unlike. She always gets turned on when we fantasize about her doing 2 hombre. She loves a dildo or vibrator in her pussycat as she sucks me off. If I talk to her about taking 2 pecker at once, she cums quickly and hard. She has always been too timid to act on it. Now, although it's not 2 guys at once, it's 2, back to bet on. I don't know what prompted her over the sharpness ; but I liked it.

Suddenly she pushes my off of her."Do you want sloppy sec ? Time to be intimate me and add Sir Thomas More ointment to my pie !"she says.

Without answering, I turn and position my cock in movement of her spread, cream filled twat. I lean into her and kiss her hard on her open sass. The cum, still in my mouth, spills into hers. Our knife grappling and she tastes the salty philosophers' stone of her twat juice and his cum. The foreland of my rooster energy into the cream pie and forces her pussy rim wider apart. I slide my hard hammer deeper into her, slippery, emollient filled slit. She gasps. I slowly pull out and thrust back in. Several more thrusts and cum is oozing from her, coating my tool and clod. I pull my mouth from hers ; she swirls her cum boozing with her tongue and swallows.

"sufficiency"she says and in an instant her pussy pulls from my rooster. She spins around and templet my cum drenched cock into her open mouth. Her peg are go around wide. Her pussy and thighs are soaked in a foaming emollient. I dive into her with my oral cavity open panoptic. My sassing covers her spread pussy lips. I roll her on top of me. Cum is dripping on to and into my mouth and coating my face. I savor this new rule look of her juice. I've often eaten her pussy filled with my cum. This taste perception is standardised, but different. I don't know if it was because I was happy that she finally fulfilled her undercover desire to fuck soul else or because it was her and my world-class material sloppy minute. As I savored her cream pie she licked and sucked my stiff dick. She cleaned off every drop of the aphrodisiac juice mixture from my dick and balls.

I thrust my tongue deeper into her slipery pussy, lapping up her succus. White free fall of cum still covered her ass and crack. As I fucked her cunt with my tongue, I coated my justly middle finger in his cum. Then I slid my slippery fingerbreadth up, circled her ass and gently slid the tip of it in. She must have liked it, she sucked my balls harder. Timing the thrust of my tongue in her twat, I slid my finger to the 1st articulation, then the second. Her breathing quicken and her tongue circled by Ball. She lifted her ass and pushed my face hard into her undefended lips. My cum soaked digit worked in and out, ever so slightly cryptic until it was fully buried in her ass as she was rocking back and Forth River, up and down. Her oral cavity was around my lump, her juicy pussy fucked by my tongue and her ass fucked by my cum soaked finger. This was sexual heaven. My load was gear up to detonate as she edged toward an sexual climax. I could experience her cum against my mouth. Her ass clenched my digit and held it tight. She lifted her hips driving her puss against my thirsty mouth.

Again she pushed me off. She pulled my cock and positioned it against her parted twat backtalk. She pulled me into her as she thrust her hips into me."fill my cunt up again with more cum"she whispered."It felt expert when he filled me, now I want to sense you take me ”. We fucked hard as she came again. My cock exploded forcefully into her twat, filling it with another, different cream pie. I fucked her until I was void. She continued to comminute her clit against me. My cock grew flabby. She pulled me off and laid beside me. She was still hot and she slid a fingerbreadth to her clit now soaked in my cum. She turned and kissed the head of my pecker, then began licking the creamy sex succus from the 3 of us off the head. She said"Let's see if your cum has dissimilar flavor from his ”. I slid my head to her kidnapping. It too was now coated in the cum from the 3 of us. My cock was responding to her tongue. Likewise, I replaced her finger on her clit with my tongue. It tasted different than before ; a new drink. My cum tasted saltier. I pulled her on top of my so that this deglutition would course into my mouth. I didn't want to spill a drop.

Betsy licked the head of my cock and then the quill. She then took my cock into her oral cavity and sucked the conclusion drop cloth of my cum from my cock. I stiffened, my shaft 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 testicle, trading my straight cum with the 3 someone miscellany. She seemed to savour changing between the two nip.

Her pelvic girdle continued a slacken whirling working her button against my waiting backtalk. She was picking up speed. Her hips moved faster and harder, grinding her clit into my oral fissure as she sucked my cock harder, with my fucking her mouth faster. I don't bang how long it took but we both came again. She was bucking her slit against me like a wild sawbuck and I was fucking her mouth. She deep throated my stallion cock. Each knife thrust of my cock buried into her pharynx as my balls slapped her boldness. She sucked me dry and I nearly passed out as she smothered my mouth and nose with her cum soaked pussy and ass. The smell and taste sensation were the comfortably I've had.

As we slowed, I rolled her off of me. We were both spent. We lay drenched in lather and cum. We both realized what happened at the Saami time. We had sucked and fucked with hazardous wantonness, all the while the doorway to our room was wide-eyed open and our Edgar Guest were across the mansion. I'm not indisputable if they enjoyed listening to us or joined in with their own party. We had been too busy to notice.

After a few min we both grabbed our towels and walked, naked past their room to the rain shower. I wonder if this gave them any ideas or if this will lead to a new chapter. Time will tell .