Betsy and I are at the lake waiting for another couple, Jeff and Lisa. We met them stopping point year. They are exchangeable in age and Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe as we are. They arrive and we sit on the terrace having a boozing while we catch up on recent events.

Lisa is sitting to my right. She is wearing a white blouse that clit down the front and a pair of short pink shorts. The top few buttons are undone ; the one in the center of her pectus is straining to moderate her shirt closed. She turns towards me and leans forward to emphasize a pointedness about her job. Her shirt hangs open showing a very noticeable tan occupation plunging between her knocker. The four-way conversation continues without practically fanfare.

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 nada of it until it happens respective Sir Thomas More sentence. First it's her arm across my ass, then her teat against my arm. It may just be my imaginativeness ; but I'm enjoying it. This continues as we prepare the snacks.

Back at the tabular array, we take out seats and pick up on the conversation. Lisa's chair is now a little finisher to mine. She adjusts herself and I am getting an even better view of her tan line. Jeff made some comment and Betsy cracks a one-liner and we all jape. Lisa leans in to me and scuttlebutt on how singular Betsy is. As she leans in, her shirt opens a little more and her brown, right areola and pap are clearly seeable against her milky blank tit. I feel my shaft pang. She must have seen me staring, but leaned back in her chair without making a reaction and doesn't adjust her shirt to hide anything.

Lisa wants to get out on the lake and aim a boat ride. We all go at bottom and modification. Betsy has on a tankini, Lisa a icteric one piece with a plunging neck. Betsy's top has a blue radiation pattern and the V-neck that drops down nicely between her titty. Her blue sky shorts show off her nicely tanned legs.

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

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

Lisa asks if the piss is warm up. I open a door and stick my foot it."It's warm"I said.

"Are you sure ?"She asks. I tell her to stupefy her foot in and see for herself. She said"I'm afraid You'll push button me in !"I put my hand on her shoulder, her skin is warm up and soft, and I promise not to push her in. She tests the weewee 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 ready 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 raft is getting the beneficial of her. As she leans toward the water supply to billet the slew, her sunglasses begging to fall. She catches them and turns to script them to me so I can safely store them. As she does, Another small press malfunction ; another nip-slip. It's a minuscule gaucherie but she knows that I saw it. Lisa flashes me a coy smile. She maneuvers onto the peck. I follow on my quite a little.

We swam for a while, floating on the floaties, soaking up rays. We drift and float continuing our conversation. I see Betsy and Jeff sitting and chatting on the front bench fanny together while the music plays. A gentle piece of cake energy us away from the gravy boat. I can't get wind Betsy or Jeff. Lisa too has drifted farther from me and it's hard to listen each former. I paddle to her. She grabs my raft and pulls us together. Her read/write head is at my infantry and visa versa. I hold her raft too, every once and awhile, a wave from a gravy boat on the main lake release by suspension over the raft and startles her. The cold body of water on her chest of drawers raises her mamilla. I notice that her washup suit is riding up her crotch. It's tight against her and the water helps to express the outline of her pussy. Her rim are detectable ; no sign of a bush. I'm sure she catches me staring at her. Occasionally she adjusts her cause, but only makes it Thomas More learn against her hide. Watching her wet, aphrodisiacal eubstance is turning me on. Only the cold-blooded water living my shaft from standing at aid.

Lisa reaches under my pot and rubs against my leg."oh, sorry, I didn't mean to catch your ass"she said. I tell her it's just my leg."Then I'm really drab"she replies with a smile.

As we float, well away from the boat, I get glimpse of Jeff and Betsy sitting close together. I can't listen them ; but they seem to be laughing and enjoying each other.they seem much closer together each time I look at them. Their subdivision are resting on the book binding of the seat shock absorber, almost embracing.

After almost an hour on the raft, Lisa tells me she is getting insensate and wants to get out. low temperature or excited, her nipples are very erect. I reluctantly agree and follow her.

Lisa reaches the ravel first. She has a little worry getting off the lot and onto the ladder. I gently reach forward, hold the ladder with one handwriting and push her hip with the early. As she climbs up, I get another nifty horizon of her ass and pussy covered only by the thin, wet fabric.

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

Soon the euphony and the fond sun had everyone relaxed. The female child worked on their tans ; adjusting the suites to get utmost sun coverage.

Jeff and I both have our shirts off. Everyone is air drying and basking in the sun. Both girl have pulled the strap off or to the side during the day to get rid of most of the tan lines. Neither girl was topless but the wine-coloured made them less concerned if a strap dropped a trivial low.

Then we sat around listening to tunes and chatting.

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

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

Jeff quickly responded,"Well how a good deal are you worth ? What are your charge per unit ?"

Betsy retorted,"You can't afford us !"she turned, hang over and playfully shoved her ass at Jeff's typeface. Lisa playfully pulled a strap off of her top and teasingly, exposed the top of her right breast.

With that, everyone outburst out laughing and had another deglutition. The sun, the lake, the melody and the John Barleycorn are making everyone loose.

Betsy, in the front of the boat plopped down on the bench seat again succeeding to Jeff. I started the locomotive and Lisa sat in the rearward across the aisle from me and curled up in the reclining sofa tooshie facing me. She closed her oculus, pulled the straps of her top pile, far than before and I think, and showed off a short tit for me.

Then we rode around the lake for a change of pace. Betsy and Jeff were up look giggling and I couldn't make out much of their talking due to the dissonance of the engine. She had her back against the shock absorber, her pes on the deck. Gradually, I notice she had one foot on the deck, the other on the work bench. Her legs were spread head subject. Betsy was laughing. I didn't think much of it at first-class honours degree ; but she was really enjoying herself ( and Jeff ) More than I've seen her in quite a while. 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 spirit good, and Mmmm I feel really good."Lisa said as rolled to her back and feast her wooden leg to expose her inner thighs. This was making it hard for me to concentrate on driving the gravy boat. In my mind, her poses were getting sexier. She shifted, her right hand rested suggestively on her low breadbasket and left hand reached out toward me.

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

I made lowly 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 hour passed."My suit is almost dry, but I'm wet."She said as she pulled at the material of her suit near her tummy. It pulled tight and away from her skin. For a few second gear, the elastic around her wooden leg pulled away and exposed a thin strip of her dark bush. Then I looked into her eyes. She gave a coy little smiling then she looked toward my crotch. I think she noticed that she had made my prick corpse."You seem to be enjoying this as much as I am."She said.

She pulled at the case again so that it just covered her pussy, showing how crop her President Bush was."I want to belittle my tan pipeline. You'd like that, right ?"Was it the wine talking or was she suggesting something more ?

I nervously glanced at Betsy. We had never crossed this short letter and I was sure I would get myself in fuss if I went down this road too far with Lisa. Betsy and I often fantasized about 3-somes and four-somes but never went past the phantasy. The thought of Betsy sucking and fucking someone else was a turn on for both of us ; but a piffling shivery. She always said that, if I wanted, she would have a go at it a guy ; but not suck him off. Betsy loved making cream pie with me and the thought of her pussy filled with someone else's cream turned her on and made me curious. Giving early guys BJ's was ‘ too personal'for her and she saved her backtalk for me only. She gives great cock sucking and I tease her that she should give moral to her friends so they can delight their lovers.

I saw that Betsy has slid down the lounge ; she was almost flat on her back with her school principal slightly propped up. One leg was on the bench behind Jeff and the other hanging over with her foot on the deck. Jeff was facing her with his leg bent-grass and knee toward her. Her genitals was pressed against his stifle. Her gamy short rode up her legs'barely covering her pussy. Her eyes were fixed on Jeff ; she didn't glance toward me or Lisa. I wasn't indisputable if I was grateful that she wasn't listening to us and watching me or if I should be getting green-eyed of how"comfortable"she was getting with Jeff. It didn't matter ; the two lady friend were getting me hornier by the minute.

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

The trip back was a little more of the same. Betsy and Jeff having a private conversation ; Lisa continues to be a tease, both in her conversation and dead body language. 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 menage. I can hear them laughing as they go up the stair. I refill the sauceboat with gas, put away the floaties and put the cover charge on the gravy holder. It takes about 25 or 30 minutes before I can steer up to link 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 take in fear of me.

I go in the back doorway and can find out the rain shower running, I see Lisa going into guest bedroom. She has a towel wrapped half way around her, showing passel of leg and a little ass. She smiles and gives me a little wave."Enjoy"she said as she closed the threshold.

No meter for me to answer."Strange"I think. Did she ask that as a interrogative sentence ? Enjoy putting the boat away ? I wondered. She didn't give me a second look. All of the flirting in the boat seems to be leading to nothing.

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

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

The masking are hanging to the storey. Her principal is propped on the pillow. She is looking at me and smiling. The will strap of her tank top is pulled down exposing her white, left breast. It is everlasting tweed against her tan chest. Her teat is erect. The bluing shorts are on the floor. She has her left leg hang with the knee in the air. Her compensate leg is spread apart on the bed. Her left hand is between her branch. Her finger, shaved pussy lips and thighs are coated in thick, white cum ; a perfect cream-pie. Her fingers are circling her clit, working the cum into a lather.

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

I'm stunned."WOW"is all I could say. She looks so confident and sexy. We've fantasized about her with 2 cocks ; but she never could get past the bedchamber fantasy. We've played"who would you have it away"in legal profession but never past the hypothetical phase. Now her cunt was coated in individual else's cum.

With her in good order hand she motions me."Come here. Dessert for you and 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 stiff cock through my bathing courtship. After a few throw, she pulls at the waist band and said,"It's meter to unwrap the adjacent ingredient"; I help fight them to the floor.

She wraps her handwriting around the swollen quill and pulls the brain to her lips."fourth dimension to set the next course"She said as she licks the head like a lollypop. My eyes are glued to the titillating scene, her fingers working the cream pie on to her clit. I may get mumbled ; but surely couldn't get the words out. Betsy's rightfulness hand is firmly clenched around the putz of my shaft. She pulls me on to the bed and I straddle her pass, never taking my eyes off of her cream soaked pussy. I kneel over her head facing her sexy pussy. My left over hired hand orbit for her bare left tit. I slowly draw a circle around her tit with my fingerbreadth. I pinch her nipple ; gently at first, then harder. She tenses at the pinch. My heart still glued to her cream pie.

Betsy pulls my ass down on to her expression. I feel her natural language against my testicle. I keep them shaved for her. She licks them eagerly like a melting ice cream cone. I lean forward resting on my forearms. My hard rooster is against her left tit. My centre are fixed on her digit strumming her cum soaked button, poking out from her cream covered hood.

She opens her mouth and takes my egg into her. She spits them out."Doesn't the pie look dependable ? Don't you want to get a good smell at it ?"Her rightfulness helping hand is behind my back. She pulls my chest down on her. My side is inch from her cream covered cunt. I can smell out her sugariness sex sundry with the pungent, common salt air aroma of ejaculate. 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 puss mouth are spread full apart. By the facial expression of her kitty-cat she obviously had just been fucked ; but not by me. Her inside lips were also bed cover apart and her vagina was encompassing open. He must accept pulled out while cumming in her and barb a few last stream of cum on her. There are respective globs of duncical gabardine cum on her reduce bush above her clit and one on her thigh. There is a pool of juicy, blank cum filling her loose bitch hole. It seems to be a mix of sperm and her kitty juices. The rest of her twat was glistening in a wet, lightly colored cream and juice. A small whiten stream of juice leaked in rivulets to her ass. She not only had just been fucked, but she got very juicy and he left a turgid load when he came in her slit.

Logos still get off me. Her mouth is too busy sucking my balls to talk.

She gently sucks one of my chunk and, with both of her mitt behind my neck opening, pulls my facial expression onto her pussy. My back talk press into her emollient covered muff. I push my closed mouth onto her open kitty-cat. The cream is warmly 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 love the scene ; cum marijuana cigarette to my mustache and forms bowed stringed instrument of man succus to the hair of her trimmed pubic landing strip. Then I open my lips and my clapper tastes her honeyed juices and the salty, lemony cum coating the area around her gap pussy lips. I ‘ m not bisexual or cuckhold ; but eating Betsy's pussy full of soul else's cum while she sucks my Ball was strangely erotic and a turn-on."Delicious"was all I could say.

Her mouth closes on my musket ball sack and she sucks more forcefully. I candid my back talk and appreciation the glistening miscellany of their sex. Licking as I went, I touched the glob of white goo on her thigh with the tip of my lingua. It was pushed to the side by my tongue. I undetermined my mouth and suck it in. It's still hot ; the gustation is strong and salty. I do the same to the turgid glob of semen above her clit. I suck them into my sass. I don't withdraw them ; but let them wind in my mouth. Next I fully probe her privileged cunt back talk. I bury my tongue into the pool of cum in her vagina. I swirl my lingua in her like a cocktail swizzle stick. Some of the cum is thick, whiteness and creamy ; some is mixed with her snatch succus, clearer but still sleek down. I've never felt her cunt this juicy and slick magazine. I pull my head back, invoke up her hips so I can figure out the river of juice that runs to her ass. I flick her cum coated asshole with the tip of my tongue. I lap up cum as my tongue heads back to her slit. I tongue her clit through the midst, slippery cream coating it. I French kiss her pussy as I tongue her from her clit to her ass again. My tongue slowly circles her button, once, twice, slowly at first, then down to her creamy ass. After a minute of licking and pushing the cum around her clitoris I pick up velocity. The taste of the mixed cum is intoxicating. I feel as richly as she did from the wine. The mentation of tasting another's cum never turned me on ; but seeing this large loading on and in Betsy was unlike. She always gets turned on when we fantasize about her doing 2 guys. She loves a dildo or vibrator in her pussy as she sucks me off. If I talk to her about taking 2 dick 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 back up. I don't know what prompted her over the edge ; but I liked it.

Suddenly she pushes my off of her."Do you want sloppy seconds ? Time to fuck me and add more cream to my pie !"she says.

Without answering, I turn and position my cock in front line of her cattle ranch, cream filled twat. I lean into her and buss her hard on her open mouth. The cum, still in my mouth, spills into hers. Our tongues wrestle and she tastes the salty elixir of her kitty succus and his cum. The head of my cock pushes into the emollient pie and forces her puss lips wider apart. I slide my hard cock deeper into her, slippery, cream filled cunt. She gasps. I slowly pull out and thrust back in. Several more thrusts and cum is oozing from her, coating my cock and Ball. I pull my mouthpiece from hers ; she swirls her cum drink with her natural language and swallows.

"sufficiency"she says and in an moment her pussy twist from my rooster. She spins around and pathfinder my cum drenched pecker into her unfold sass. Her peg are spread wide. Her cunt and thigh are soaked in a frothy cream. I dive into her with my mouth open panoptic. My oral cavity covers her open snatch brim. I roll her on top of me. Cum is dripping on to and into my lip and coating my case. I savor this new found flavor of her juices. I've often eaten her kitty filled with my cum. This tasting is alike, but unlike. I don't know if it was because I was happy that she finally fulfilled her clandestine desire to fuck individual else or because it was her and my beginning real slapdash arcsecond. As I savored her ointment pie she licked and sucked my stiff cock. She cleaned off every drop of the sexy succus admixture from my dick and balls.

I thrust my tongue deeper into her slipery pussy, lapping up her juice. Patrick White drop curtain of cum still covered her ass and cranny. As I fucked her cunt with my tongue, I coated my decently 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 have liked it, she sucked my clump harder. Timing the knife thrust of my tongue in her cunt, I slid my finger to the 1st stick, then the endorse. Her respiration quickened and her tongue circled by Lucille Ball. She lifted her ass and pushed my font hard into her open air lips. My cum soaked finger worked in and out, ever so slightly deeper until it was fully buried in her ass as she was rocking back and Forth River, up and down. Her mouth was around my bollock, her juicy pussycat fucked by my tongue and her ass fucked by my cum soaked digit. This was sexual heaven. My incumbrance was fix to explode as she edged toward an orgasm. I could feel her cum against my sass. Her ass clenched my finger and held it tight. She lifted her hips driving her snatch against my hungry mouth.

Again she pushed me off. She pulled my stopcock and positioned it against her parted slit sassing. She pulled me into her as she thrust her hips into me."fulfill my cunt up again with more cum"she whispered."It felt good when he filled me, now I want to palpate you fill me ”. We fucked hard as she came again. My cock exploded forcefully into her pussy, filling it with another, dissimilar pick pie. I fucked her until I was abandon. She continued to grind her clit against me. My stopcock grew soft. She pulled me off and laid beside me. She was still hot and she slid a finger's breadth to her clit now soaked in my cum. She turned and kissed the fountainhead of my cock, then began licking the creamy sex succus from the 3 of us off the head. She said"Let's see if your cum has unlike flavor from his ”. I slid my head to her twat. 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 clit with my spit. It tasted different than before ; a new crapulence. My cum tasted saltier. I pulled her on top of my so that this drinking would flow into my mouth. I didn't want to spill a drib.

Betsy licked the head word of my cock and then the ray. She then took my cock into her mouth and sucked the endure drop of my cum from my stopcock. I stiffened, my dick was responding to her. She sucked my hammer and fucked it with her mouth. After a few mo my peter was rock grueling. She licked some cum from my balls, trading my straight cum with the 3 mortal mixture. She seemed to enjoy changing between the two smell.

Her rosehip continued a wearisome rotation working her clit against my waiting mouth. She was picking up speed. Her hips moved faster and harder, grinding her clitoris into my oral cavity as she sucked my prick harder, with my fucking her mouth faster. I don't know how retentive it took but we both came again. She was bucking her cunt against me like a wild horse and I was fucking her mouth. She deep throated my full cock. Each jab of my hammer buried into her throat as my balls slapped her side. She sucked me dry and I nearly passed out as she smothered my mouth and scent with her cum soaked pussy and ass. The tone and taste were the best I've had.

As we slowed, I rolled her off of me. We were both exhausted. We lay drenched in stew and cum. We both realized what happened at the same time. We had sucked and fucked with wild wildness, all the while the door to our room was blanket undefended and our guests were across the hall. I'm not certain if they enjoyed listening to us or joined in with their own party. We had been too busy to notice.

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