This is the second in a series 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 live weekend. A few calendar week ago, Jeff had turned Betsy's bitch into a large, sexy cream pie. Now they were back and I wondered what excitement was in depot for her and us.

It was showery and very warm this preceding weekend. We spent most of the sentence on the covered back porch. Jeff had a beer while the little girl drank their wine. No one actually spoke of endure 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 speck at the fleshly pleasures her had with my wife. I wondered if it was a onetime upshot, pushed to the back of everyone's thinker. Forever to be thought of only when our nous drifted to those thick, prohibited sexual thoughts.

Both daughter were braless, wore tank tops and shorts that showed a lot of tanned, aphrodisiacal legs. Betsy's top was yellow and topped with garden pink lace. If she leaned forward, the low neck drooped and you could see her small but perky tit. Lisa had a blue top. No lace and it was tighter. It didn't droop when she bent over ; but, her nipple made a ticket impression. Lisa has shoulder length pitch blackness fuzz. She is about the same height, 5'5 ”, slightly grievous and her bosom are bombastic than Betsy's B-cups but they don't seem as perky. Jeff is a few inches taller than me ; with the like athletic build but heavier.

The music was adept and the beer and wine-coloured flowed freely. Eventually I tried to collapse the sexual tensity. As Betsy hang over, I made input about the great position down her shirt. Later, when Lisa went by, Jeff would point out about Lisa's great point under her shirt to wax on. As the day progressed and the booze flowed, we started to make gossip about each early's young woman as well as our own. Both girls played shy at maiden ; but then played into it and seemed to enjoy giving more opportunities for comments. As we walked by each other, more brushing and touching took place. commencement it was Jeff and Lisa, then Betsy and me. Soon Betsy and Lisa seemed to look for chances to sweep against each other's spouse.

Lisa asked me to go into the kitchen to avail her open another bottle of wine-coloured. At the counter, as I reached around her to need the feeding bottle, she backed into me. I reached my arms around her to hold on the bottle. She pulled it to her chest, so my custody rested against her tits. With one hand she held the bottle, with the other she took my hand and pushed it into her tits. She squeezed my right hand so that it squeezed her right tit. I felt her mamilla as it grew hard. She pulled my hand away and together we opened the nursing bottle and poured another round.

We returned to the porch, I grabbed another beer for Jeff. We continued to lecture and listen to the toon. Lisa got up to set the receiving set ; 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 knead his articulatio humeri."Just what I needed, a message from a sexy 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 microchip ; but settled onto his lap.

"Do I get one too ?"Betsy said. She sat with her back to him ; her legs facing pages outside of his. I immediately thought of the endure clip he was between her wooden leg and of the massive emollient pie he left there. As Jeff enjoyed his massage, he said,"of course of action you get one too"and began to rub Betsy's articulatio humeri.

I sat across the pack of cards and could see and savour the altogether appearance. Lisa's work force wandered down his chest and she rubbed with one hand and pinched a nipple with the other. Lisa gave me a wink. Betsy took another sip of wine as Jeff's hand explored more than her shoulder. First he moved to her back. After a suddenly while, his hands moved to her English, from under her arms to the outside of her thighs. Lisa began to kiss and lick Jeff's neck and ears as her hands explored his organic structure. Soon, Betsy leaned back allowing Jeff's manus to reach the tops of her thighs and tummy. Betsy took another sip of wine, closed her eyes and leaned all the way back against Jeff's breast. All three had their eye closed, massaging each other to the rhythm of the medicine. Soon Jeff's hands were stroking Betsy's interior second joint ; occasionally gently dragging across her crotch. He kept his right script between her legs and slowly moved his left one to her chest. He massaged her upper chest, and then let his fingers circle one breast, then the other.

No one said a Logos but everyone's ventilation seemed to get deeper. Lisa could no longer reach Jeff's chest, so she rubbed Betsy's shoulders. Jeff grew bolder. As his left bridge player worked its magic over her chest, it slipped under her unaffixed shirt. His hired man slowly worked its way up and I could see him draw outlines around her tits with his fingerbreadth. Betsy was slowly rocking her pelvis back and forth ; her ass grinding into his crotch. Betsy's shorts were pulled up blotto against her pussy. I could see the outline of her sassing through the slim fabric. Jeff's right hired man stroked the sharpness of the thigh where it met her shorts. His deal was less than an inch from her cunt.

I enjoyed the show. Lisa must cause 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 pegleg to my left. This allowed her to stroke my chest and neck. My one-half set up cock stiffened.

"What's bazaar is funfair"I said as I rubbed Lisa's back with my right handwriting and traced lot from her knee to the top of her short pants with my left. Lisa reached for her half full glass. In one gulp, she finished the wine and placed the empty glass on the tabular array. She turned and kissed me surd on the mouth. In a moment, her glossa found my rima oris 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 titmouse, fully exposing them. He teased and squeezed them. Her mamilla were rock laborious.

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

Jeff's right hand rubbed Betsy's crotch hard. Soon one, then two fingers pushed the unconvincing dead material to the position. He had free approach to her cunt. He seemed to be teasing her, not allowing good insight. Betsy's manus were between his branch. Jeff slid lower in the chair, allowing her access to his cock. As she slid, Jeff's hand could no longer turn over her genitals so he undid the top clitoris of her shorts and slide his fingers under the waistband. Soon, second and third buttons were undone. Because he recently fucked her, he knew that her bush was cropped into a brusk landing place strip just above her clit and her lips were shaved. I couldn't tell how far his finger reached ; but Betsy was getting hotter and my pecker harder watching.

Betsy reached for her wine-colored and took a big gulp. Normally shy, conservative Betsy pulled her army tank top completely off and dropped it to the deck. She stood up, turned to Jeff. She spread his leg and dropped to her knees between them. Her shorts were low and loose around her coxa and thighs ; showing the crack of her ass and height of her cheeks. Her hands started massaging his chest of drawers and then worked down to his shorts. Betsy pulled the push button open and ripped the zip fastener down. She tugged the shorts from under his ass and then off. She dropped them by her tank top. His circumcised cock was fully erect. It seemed longer than mine ; maybe seven or 7 1/2 inches but definitely not as thick. The head was stumpy, the same diam as his shaft. He didn't cut down his George H.W. Bush or shave his ballock. Betsy wrapped her hand around the pecker and slowly started to stroke it."This does face familiar spirit"she growled. Betsy kissed and licked his inner thighs ; her eyes fixed on his pecker. She was having some job with the tomentum from his balls in her lip. She pulled a hair from her mouth, the continued to lick 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 puss a few weeks ago. In the past, we talked about it, fantasized and role played about her with 2 or 3 cocks. I've never seen her with another buff ; man or char. This was scary, wild and very stir. What would she do ? What would she try ? Would she do the thing 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 devotee ( dildo or vibrator ) fuck her twat or ass. She said that she wouldn't suck another cock or swallow his load ; that was too"personal"and saved her blowjob for me. Betsy was very experient at giving head. She must receive practiced all of her life before she met me. She gives the upright blow business that I ever had and often suction my cock dry ; swallowing every drop. That seemed to be changing before my eyes. Would she bollocks up him ? Would she let him cum in her mouth ? Would she swallow his lading ? Is it a new threshold opening ? Would there be others ?

Lisa was still sitting on my lap. We turned slightly so we both could keep an eye on Betsy kneeling between Jeff's wooden leg, stroking his cock and licking his Ball. Betsy nibbled on his ball sack ; then took one bollock into her mouth and sucked on it. She was gentle at 1st ; but sucked harder as she stroked his lance. Jeff seemed tender to her sucking. Maybe it was new to him. Soon she had both orchis in her mouth. Her hired man stroked his rooster slowly, as if to rouse him but keep him from cumming. I waited to see if and how she would suck his cock.

Lisa turned and straddled my pegleg with her back to me as Betsy had sat on Jeff's. Taking a cue from them I ran my work force over her tits. I could sense her stiff mamilla through the textile. Lisa's ass ground hard against my cock. A thought flashed through my mind."Does she like anal ?"Betsy and I have tried it. My cock has always been too wooden-headed for her. She often likes my fingerbreadth and clapper around her ass and sometimes in it. My right hand moved to Lisa's stage, thigh and the tooshie of her shorts. It's tight against her twat. I ran my finger's breadth around her thighs and up and down her kitty through her trunks. The crotch of her underdrawers was damp.

Betsy stood up and wiggled her ass ; her shorts fell to the deck. She turned to us and flashed us a full smile. She enjoyed the attention the 3 of us were giving her. Her President George W. Bush was trimmed tight ; her bare, wet pussy lips were exposed for Lisa and me to see.

"Are you enjoying this as a great deal as I am ?"Betsy said. Her left script rubbed her moist pussy. She spread her succus, coating her compressed puss. Betsy turned to Jeff ;"I want you to know me !"She turned, spread her legs and inched her way back to Jeff. His peter stood fully put up. She lowered herself onto his hard cock. She braced herself on the arm of the chair with one paw. With the former she held Jeff's dick and rubbed the foreland against her wet cunt, coating it with her succus."give me that cock now ”. Even with lube, it's unvoiced to skid my pecker into Betsy's cunt. It takes a spell to circulate her interior snatch. She lowered herself onto Jeff's shaft. She didn't hesitate. She closed her eyes, let out a whispered sigh and lowered herself in one motion until he was fully in her ; his balls tight to her button. Maybe because his tool 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 duplicate duration of his pecker didn't slow her pile. She took it all and impaled her cunt on his dick. She doesn't often ride my stopcock in a reverse cowgirl position ; but it was complete for this. Lisa and I got to see her cheek, knocker and twat while she was getting fucked.

It's not often that a man can view another man fuck his own married woman. There was something perversely wrong ; but very rouse to watch. I stared at Betsy's circularise pussy backtalk, split spacious by Jeff's throbbing member. I never seen Betsy even making out with anyone or getting felt up before. Now I was watching her fucking Jeff. I've never had this thought 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 pussy. Jeff's hands were on her boob ; cupping them. Betsy's eyes were fixed on Lisa while her bridge player were between her legs, holding Jeff's balls.

"Fuck me, have sex me"Betsy repeated. Lisa and I watched with captivation as his prospicient cock disappeared fully into her slit and then reappeared. Betsy's cunt easily devoured the full distance of his turncock as he thrust it into her. Again she lowered herself onto his manhood. She let out a diffused groan as he fully penetrated her. She rolled her hip, swirling his dick in her tight, wet hole. Her succus flowed from her kitty-cat. Her rim glistened with the juice from her love gob as a few drop ran across his balls.

While they began to bonk, united with his cock deep in her, I let my custody 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 point ; she helped and let it strike down. Her tits were larger and sagged more than I imagined. Her nipple were white, her areolas large and light brown and her nipples were the same brown color. Her nipples were large and hard ; the size of a pencil eraser. My hands unbuttoned her boxershorts and I pulled the zipper apart. My veracious hand cupped her right tit. The fingers of my left hand easily slid into her loosened shorts. My digit reached her George Herbert Walker Bush. Like Betsy, she seems to trim it. Her pubic hair was closely cropped. It seemed to constitute a Triangulum ; the top wider and the undersurface narrow and seemed to show at her clit. I slid my leave behind hired hand over her clit to her snatch. Her mouth were shaved and her puss was soaked in her juices. Dipping my finger in her wet, slippery sex juices, I stroked her lips upward boulder clay I reached her clit. I parted the cowling and coated Lisa's clit with her own juice. My veracious hand massaged one tit, then the other. I teased her boob and saved her pap till later. Her body wasn't as fit as Betsy's but it was new and different. My cock throbbed against Lisa's ass. She leaned back against my chest. I kissed and licked her neck opening and capitulum. My left midriff finger slowly worked her cunt succus on to her clit."dungeon going"she said as her ass squirmed and her stage spread wider. Her trunks slid down a few inches ; it confirmed my notion of her President George W. Bush. It was dark, closely snip and in the form of an upside down triangle pointing to her clit. She was getting wetter and was letting out a slim moan. She didn't try to polish off her shorts, so I continued to rub down her soft tits and hard, wet clitoris."Finger eff me"Lisa moaned.

Betsy massaged Jeff's testis and started to slowly sway her hips, rotating her twat on his turncock. She rubbed his orchis against her clit. Jeff was watching me fingering his married woman. He had a smile on his side. Was it from the shtup that Betsy was giving him or watching his hot wife enjoying herself with another man ? He was slowly massaging Betsy's breast and pinching her mamilla. Their tempo increased and we heard some muffled groan ; probably from both of them. Neither had their center open up any more, they were lost in their own blissful sexcapade. Could it be another turgid ointment pie for Betsy ? It seems like I would soon know.

Lisa was content with my hands on her. Her ass terra firma against my cock and she stroked my thigh ; but she made no try to go further. Lisa's eyes were glued to Jeff's rooster as it was splitting Betsy'cunt. I hadn't had sex with anyone but Betsy in over 30 years. However, I was message with this new experience. I was massaging Lisa's bosom and fingering her bitch as Betsy was fucking Lisa's hubby 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 cunt before dropping hard on it till her clit hit his ball. Her left hand rubbed her clit back and forth. Her good hand steadied herself and she bounced faster and faster. Soon they were both cumming hard in noisy disco biscuit. They continued cumming for what seemed like 10 arcminute. His white cum oozed from her pussy in a thick, frothy lather. They slowed to a stop with his cock fully in her wet cunt.

Lisa was hot ; but I teased and slowed to observe her from going over the edge to orgasm. Suddenly Jeff pushed Betsy to her feet. He took her by the hired hand to the support room rug. He lay on his back with his knees up and, with Betsy facing him, pulled her to her knees, above his brass. This week he was going to junket on her pick pie. Lisa and I could barely see them. Lisa leaned forward and stood up. My finger almost got amaze in her pussy. As she stood up, she let her short bead to the base. Lisa reached for my manus, dripping wet from her succus, and led me to the living room. I expected her to proceed to determine and maybe sit on my lap. Lisa loosened my shortstop and pulled them down and off. My prick was hard ; however I wasn't sure what she really wanted. Lisa faced Jeff, dropped to her knee joint between Jeff's knees. She still had my hand and pulled me down behind her. Lisa bent down on all quartet, reached between her legs with her properly hand and grabbed my erect cock.

"As they say, what's fair is fair. Fuck me"She said as she pulled my cock to her dripping wet kitty-cat and rubbed it against her to lube me up. Then she guided me into her slit. She was nasty and I pressed until the head was past her lips. Lisa bend forward toward Jeff's pecker. It was half upright and coated in a creamy motley of his cum and Betsy's cunt juice. She started to lap his egg as Betsy had done.

What a survey this was. I was on my articulatio genus, fucking Lisa, Jeff's wife, doggy vogue, Lisa licking Jeff's cock and lapping the combination of his cum and Betsy's kitty-cat succus and Jeff, licking his own cum from Betsy's creamy, cream pie cunt.

Watching Jeff and Betsy turned me on more than any porno motion-picture show I've ever seen. Watching him make full her kitty-cat with his sperm as they both orgasmed was magnificent. Now I got to follow her creamy pussy eaten by the man who filled her. As Betsy knelt above his expression I could see his cum dripping from her into his mouth. His spit reached upward, probing, hunting for more of their dulcet nectar. Betsy would bring down herself onto his tongue then pull up up, leaving a R-2 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 articulated lorry erect 7"peter with no effort. Jeff's mouth knew its way around a pussy and seemed well-off and eagre to eat the emollient pie he baked in Betsy's hot snatch. Betsy was rocking her cunt back and forth into Jeff's mouth and her hired man were massaging her own tits.

Lisa's slit was still very pixilated. My rock hard cock couldn't push Thomas More than the head into her dripping cakehole. She pushed against my dick but it couldn't be forced in. I took my prick into my deal and pushed it up and down her pussy from her clit to her ass, coating it in her succus ; then tried to enter. No luck.

Jeff was hard again. Lisa had good oral examination technique. Lisa reached between her leg and wrapped her handwriting around my shaft. Then, to my surprisal, she positioned the read/write head against her asshole."piece of ass my ass"She said as she pushed back and, it started to slide in. The chief slid in and I stopped to see her chemical reaction. Lisa pushed harder, ramming my cock into her ass until my globe hit her clit.

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

Betsy heard that, turned and smiled at me.

Once in, I reached around and found Lisa's wet clit with my right hand and her left nipple with the former. Her reply was immediate. She racked her hips and my prick would root for out slightly then dip into her sweet ass."nooky me…. Fuck me ”. She started slowly and gained impulse."apply my stiff ass a good 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 sleep with her again. Lisa pushed harder into me. Her mouth gave way to Betsy's slit. Betsy slowly lowered herself onto Jeff's 7"tool until it was again buried deep in her. This time, his ball were wet against her afters ass."shtup my cunt"Betsy said as she bounced up and down riding his cock as he squeezed her tits. She braced her handwriting on his chest of drawers to facilitate observe the rhythm.

Lisa was close to cumming. She pounded her ass against me and my Ball hit my fingers on her clit. She let out a prospicient, loud moan as she came, I exploded my first load deep into her ass. Soon she pressed my digit against her clitoris to end the legal action. Her bucking slowed as I got softer.

Hearing Lisa cum pushed Jeff over the bound. He let out a growl as he filled Betsy with her irregular creamy shipment of the day. Betsy didn't cum again but slowed as he must have grown easy. Lisa pulled her ass away from my pecker. She had a nice cream pie dripping from her ass down to her pussy. She scooted on her knees and straddled Jeff's oral sex. She wanted Jeff to eat my anal pick pie filling.

Betsy turned to me. She took my hired man and crawled to the couch. Betsy lay on her backrest with one foundation on the burnt umber table and one on the floor. Her pussy back talk were wide open and a large dollop of cum filled the void. She pulled me closer then guided my head teacher between her afford cunt lips. The fragrance was strong. The olfactory property of his second load of pungent, glutinous white cum mixed with her sweet pussy juice filled my nostril. I was worried. Sometimes I don't want to taste cream after I've cum. Would it be as skillful as the initiatory of his cream pies that I ate ? Just as before, I kissed her clit and cunt with a closed mouth. I felt his lovesome load against my lip and look. Betsy's cunt was slippery in cum. She liked the feeling and I continued to kiss her from clitoris to ass."Eat me ; eat my fucking cum filled cunt. Taste our cum"Eat every drop of his cum from my fucking cunt gob ”.

Jeff must have been doing a well job. Lisa was rubbing her cunt and ass all over Jeff's grimace ; his paw on her tit. I could hear him slurping up my lading as he ate Lisa's ass and pussy. The more he ate, the more she talked."Eat my ass. lap up every bead of cum from my muddied golf hole. He stretched my blotto 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 puss succus tastes full with your cum"she said as she sucked his dick trench in her throat.

I could see Lisa's ass and cunt 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 steamy as I slowly lapped up the cream. I took a fingerbreadth and coated it with cum. I began to slide it into her ass as my pussycat eating deepen. I lost common sense 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 open cunt ; I gulped the cum and sucked on her clit and lips ; my finger fucked her tight ass. Betsy was arching her cover and grinding her pussy into my face and back talk. I heard both Lisa and Betsy cumming as they were both being eaten. The both squealed as the came ; their hips grinding their cream PIE into us. Soon both girls stopped. Betsy pulled my nous and held it tight against her cunt but stopped the front. Lisa collapsed on Jeff and they both lay motionless. All four of us rested our sexually dog-tired torso. The four of us lay motionless, breathing in the scent of hot sex.

Eventually, without much talking, Betsy and I took exhibitor together in the downstairs bathroom while they used the upstairs. The four of us went to our rooms to catch one's breath ; maybe for supper or maybe for round # 2. We will see… .