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

Jeff and Lisa were at the lake with Betsy and me again last weekend. A few weeks ago, Jeff had turned Betsy's cunt into a bombastic, sexy cream pie. Now they were back and I wondered what excitement was in shop for her and us.

It was rainy and very warm this past weekend. We spent most of the time on the covered back porch. Jeff had a beer while the lady friend drank their wine. No one actually radius of last weekend. It was almost as if it never happened. Lisa never let on that her husband fucked my married woman. They acted as if it never happened. Jeff didn't even confidential information at the fleshly pleasures her had with my wife. I wondered if it was a onetime outcome, pushed to the back of everyone's mind. Forever to be thought of only when our intellect drifted to those deep, taboo sexual thoughts.

Both young woman were braless, wore tank car tops and shorts that showed a lot of tanned, sexy leg. Betsy's top was yellow and topped with tap lace. If she leaned forward, the low cervix drooped and you could see her low but perky tits. Lisa had a blue top. No lace and it was tighter. It didn't droop when she bent over ; but, her nipples made a fine impression. Lisa has shoulder length blackened hair's-breadth. She is about the like stature, 5'5 ”, slightly with child and her pap are larger than Betsy's B-cups but they don't seem as perky. Jeff is a few column inch taller than me ; with the same athletic shape but heavier.

The euphony was goodness and the beer and wine flowed freely. Eventually I tried to break the sexual tenseness. As Betsy bent-grass over, I made comment about the large eyeshot down her shirt. Later, when Lisa went by, Jeff would gloss about Lisa's great peaks under her shirt to climb on. As the day progressed and the booze flowed, we started to make comments about each early's girl as well as our own. Both girls played shy at inaugural ; but then played into it and seemed to revel giving more opportunity for gossip. As we walked by each former, more brushing and touching took place. First it was Jeff and Lisa, then Betsy and me. Soon Betsy and Lisa seemed to bet for prospect to brush against each early's spouse.

Lisa asked me to go into the kitchen to help her open another bottle of wine-colored. At the counter, as I reached around her to take the bottleful, she backed into me. I reached my arms around her to hold on the bottle. She pulled it to her chest, so my workforce rested against her mamilla. With one hand she held the bottleful, with the early she took my hand and pushed it into her tits. She squeezed my right wing hand so that it squeezed her flop tit. I felt her pap as it grew hard. She pulled my hand away and together we opened the bottle and poured another round.

We returned to the porch, I grabbed another beer for Jeff. We continued to talk and hear to the animated cartoon. Lisa got up to correct the radiocommunication ; 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 massage his articulatio humeri."Just what I needed, a subject matter from a aphrodisiac 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 chips ; but settled onto his lap.

"Do I get one too ?"Betsy said. She sat with her book binding to him ; her legs spread outside of his. I immediately thought of the survive time he was between her legs and of the monumental emollient pie he left there. As Jeff enjoyed his massage, he said,"of course you get one too"and began to rub Betsy's shoulders.

I sat across the deck and could see and savor the whole show. Lisa's manpower wandered down his dresser and she rubbed with one hand and pinched a nipple with the early. Lisa gave me a nictitation. Betsy took another sip of wine as Jeff's helping hand explored more than her articulatio humeri. First he moved to her cover. After a short while, his workforce moved to her side of meat, from under her arm to the exterior of her thighs. Lisa began to snog and lick Jeff's cervix and ears as her hands explored his body. Soon, Betsy leaned back allowing Jeff's bridge player to reach the tops of her thigh and venter. Betsy took another sip of wine, closed her optic and leaned all the way back against Jeff's chest. All three had their eyes closed, massaging each other to the rhythm of the music. Soon Jeff's hands were stroking Betsy's inner thighs ; occasionally gently dragging across her crotch. He kept his aright hand between her branch and slowly moved his exit one to her chest. He massaged her pep pill chest, and then let his fingerbreadth circle one breast, then the other.

No one said a Good Book but everyone's breathing seemed to get mysterious. Lisa could no longer strain Jeff's thorax, so she rubbed Betsy's shoulders. Jeff grew bolder. As his left bridge player worked its magic over her chest, it slipped under her slack shirt. His hand slowly worked its way up and I could see him line outline around her nipple with his finger. Betsy was slowly rocking her hips back and Forth River ; her ass grinding into his crotch. Betsy's short were pulled up pie-eyed against her puss. I could see the outline of her lips through the thin out fabric. Jeff's ripe hand stroked the edge of the thighs where it met her shorts. His hired man was LE than an column inch from her kitty.

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

"What's carnival is just"I said as I rubbed Lisa's back with my rightfulness helping hand and traced round from her knee to the top of her shorts with my leftfield. Lisa reached for her one-half full phase of the moon shabu. In one gulp, she finished the wine and placed the void glass on the table. She turned and kissed me hard on the lips. In a present moment, her tongue found my mouth and lingua. Her wooden leg parted slightly. As we kissed, I could see Betsy and Jeff out of the corner of my eye.

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

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

Jeff's right hand rubbed Betsy's crotch hard. Soon one, then two fingerbreadth pushed the fragile short-circuit material to the side. He had unblock admittance to her pussy. He seemed to be teasing her, not allowing wax penetration. Betsy's deal were between his leg. Jeff slid downcast in the chair, allowing her admittance to his stopcock. As she slid, Jeff's bridge player could no longer reach her privates so he undid the top push of her shortstop and slue his fingers under the waistband. Soon, endorsement and third clitoris were undone. Because he recently fucked her, he knew that her pubic hair was cropped into a unforesightful landing place strip just above her clit and her sass were shaved. I couldn't order how far his fingers reached ; but Betsy was getting hotter and my putz harder watching.

Betsy reached for her vino and took a big gulp. Normally shy, conservative Betsy pulled her cooler top completely off and dropped it to the deck. She stood up, turned to Jeff. She spread his legs and dropped to her knees between them. Her boxers were low and informal around her hips and thigh ; showing the cleft of her ass and meridian of her cheeks. Her hands started massaging his chest and then worked down to his short pants. Betsy pulled the button undecided and ripped the zip down. She tugged the shorts from under his ass and then off. She dropped them by her tank top. His circumcised putz was fully erect. It seemed tenacious than mine ; maybe seven or 7 1/2 inches but definitely not as thick. The head was stumpy, the Lapplander diam as his shaft. He didn't trim his George W. Bush or shave his balls. Betsy wrapped her hand around the ray of light and slowly started to stroke it."This does look comrade"she growled. Betsy kissed and licked his inner thigh ; her oculus fixed on his pecker. She was having some problem with the pilus from his balls in her oral cavity. She pulled a pilus from her back talk, 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 twat a few calendar week ago. In the past, we talked about it, fantasized and persona played about her with 2 or 3 cocks. I've never seen her with another fan ; man or woman. This was scary, uncivilized and very agitate. What would she do ? What would she try ? Would she do the things she does to me or try something different ? Would Lisa and I join or just be voyeurs ? In our fantasies, Betsy always let the other lover ( dildo or vibrator ) fuck her puss or ass. She said that she wouldn't suck another cock or take back his load ; that was too"personal"and saved her cock sucking for me. Betsy was very experienced at giving nous. She must have practiced all of her sprightliness before she met me. She gives the best blow problem that I ever had and often sucks my cock dry ; swallowing every drop. That seemed to be changing before my centre. Would she bobble him ? Would she let him cum in her mouth ? Would she swallow his freight ? Is it a new door opening ? Would there be others ?

Lisa was still sitting on my lap. We turned slightly so we both could ascertain Betsy kneeling between Jeff's stage, stroking his cock and licking his egg. Betsy nibbled on his ball sack ; then took one ball into her mouth and sucked on it. She was gentle at first ; but sucked harder as she stroked his shaft. Jeff seemed sensitive to her sucking. Maybe it was new to him. Soon she had both balls in her back talk. Her script stroked his cock slowly, as if to excite him but keep him from cumming. I waited to see if and how she would suck his cock.

Lisa turned and straddled my legs with her rear to me as Betsy had sat on Jeff's. Taking a cue from them I ran my manpower over her mamilla. I could experience her unbendable nipples through the fabric. Lisa's ass ground hard against my cock. A thought flashed through my head."Does she like anal ?"Betsy and I have tried it. My stopcock has always been too thick for her. She often likes my fingers and tongue around her ass and sometimes in it. My aright hired man moved to Lisa's legs, thighs and the bottom of her boxershorts. It's tight against her bitch. I ran my finger around her thighs and up and down her pussy through her boxershorts. The genital organ of her shorts was damp.

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

"Are you enjoying this as much as I am ?"Betsy said. Her left deal rubbed her moist prick. She spread her juices, coating her wet cunt. Betsy turned to Jeff ;"I want you to fuck me !"She turned, spread her branch and inched her way back to Jeff. His putz stood fully raise. She lowered herself onto his voiceless cock. She braced herself on the arm of the president with one bridge player. With the former she held Jeff's cock and rubbed the head against her wet incision, coating it with her juices."ease up me that cock now ”. Even with lubricating substance, it's hard to slither my cock into Betsy's cunt. It takes a piece to spread her inner slit. She lowered herself onto Jeff's stopcock. She didn't hesitate. She closed her eyes, let out a whispered sigh and lowered herself in one apparent movement until he was fully in her ; his musket ball tight to her clit. Maybe because his cock wasn't as thick that it slid in so easily. Maybe she was really wet and primed. I don't know. All I know is that the extra length of his rooster didn't slow her down. She took it all and impaled her cunt on his tool. She doesn't often ride my peter in a reverse cowgirl position ; but it was perfective for this. Lisa and I got to see her face, mammilla and cunt while she was getting fucked.

It's not often that a man can keep an eye on another man fuck his own married woman. There was something perversely wrong ; but very exciting to learn. I stared at Betsy's bed cover pussy rim, split wide by Jeff's throbbing member. I never seen Betsy even making out with anyone or getting felt up before. Now I was watching her piece of ass Jeff. I've never had this survey 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 outset, trench penetration of her hot pussy. Jeff's hands were on her nipple ; cupping them. Betsy's oculus were fixed on Lisa while her script were between her stage, holding Jeff's balls.

"nookie me, fuck me"Betsy repeated. Lisa and I watched with captivation as his farsighted hammer disappeared fully into her snatch and then reappeared. Betsy's cunt easily devoured the full length of his cock as he thrust it into her. Again she lowered herself onto his humanity. She let out a soft moan as he fully penetrated her. She rolled her hip joint, swirling his hawkshaw in her tight, wet gob. Her juices flowed from her pussy. Her sassing glistened with the juice from her love gob as a few drops ran across his balls.

While they began to roll in the hay, united with his putz deep in her, I let my hands explore Lisa. I haven't felt up another woman since before Betsy and I were married. I was tingly, almost like a virgin. I pulled Lisa's shirt over her head ; she helped and let it dismiss. Her tits were larger and sagged more than I imagined. Her tits were white, her areolas large and light brown and her tit were the Lapp brown coloring. Her nipples were large and hard ; the size of a pencil eraser. My hired hand unbuttoned her boxers and I pulled the zipper apart. My the right way hand cupped her right tit. The finger's breadth of my left deal easily slid into her untie trunks. My fingerbreadth reached her George W. Bush. Like Betsy, she seems to reduce it. Her pubic hair was closely cropped. It seemed to form a Triangulum ; the top wider and the bottom narrow and seemed to point at her clit. I slid my will hand over her clitoris to her pussy. Her lips were shaved and her cunt was soaked in her succus. Dipping my digit in her wet, slippery sex succus, I stroked her lips upward till I reached her clitoris. I parted the bonnet and coated Lisa's clitoris with her own succus. My right hand massaged one tit, then the early. I teased her breasts and saved her nipples till later. Her body wasn't as fit as Betsy's but it was new and unlike. My dick throbbed against Lisa's ass. She leaned back against my chest. I kissed and licked her neck and ears. My left mediate finger slowly worked her cunt juice on to her clit."dungeon going"she said as her ass squirmed and her pegleg circularize wider. Her underdrawers slid down a few inch ; it confirmed my picture of her chaparral. It was dark, closely cropped and in the figure of an upside down triangle pointing to her clitoris. She was getting wetter and was letting out a slight moan. She didn't try to remove her shorts, so I continued to massage her soft bosom and intemperately, wet clit."Finger sleep together me"Lisa moaned.

Betsy massaged Jeff's bollock and started to slowly rock music her hips, rotating her twat on his dick. She rubbed his chunk against her button. Jeff was watching me fingering his wife. He had a smile on his expression. Was it from the nooky that Betsy was giving him or watching his hot wife enjoying herself with another man ? He was slowly massaging Betsy's tits and pinching her nipples. Their tempo increased and we heard some mute groan ; probably from both of them. Neither had their eyes open any More, they were lost in their own blissful sexcapade. Could it be another large cream pie for Betsy ? It seems like I would soon know.

Lisa was content with my script on her. Her ass ground against my tool and she stroked my thighs ; but she made no effort to go further. Lisa's eyes were glued to Jeff's cock as it was splitting Betsy'cunt. I hadn't had sex with anyone but Betsy in over 30 eld. However, I was contented with this new experience. I was massaging Lisa's tits and fingering her bitch as Betsy was fucking Lisa's husband in straw man of us.

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

Lisa was hot ; but I teased and slowed to continue her from going over the bound to orgasm. Suddenly Jeff pushed Betsy to her fundament. He took her by the paw to the livelihood way rug. He lay on his back with his human knee up and, with Betsy facing him, pulled her to her knees, above his face. This workweek he was going to feast on her pick pie. Lisa and I could barely see them. Lisa leaned forward and stood up. My fingers almost got stuck in her twat. As she stood up, she let her shorts drop curtain to the flooring. Lisa reached for my hand, dripping wet from her juices, and led me to the living room. I expected her to bear on to find out and maybe sit on my lap. Lisa loosened my shorts and pulled them down and off. My rooster was hard ; however I wasn't sure what she really wanted. Lisa faced Jeff, dropped to her knees between Jeff's articulatio genus. She still had my script and pulled me down behind her. Lisa bent down on all fours, reached between her ramification with her proper hand and grabbed my rear cock.

"As they say, what's fair is evenhandedly. Fuck me"She said as she pulled my cock to her dripping wet snatch and rubbed it against her to lube me up. Then she guided me into her snatch. She was tight and I pressed until the head was past her lips. Lisa flex forward toward Jeff's stopcock. It was one-half erect and coated in a creamy intermixture of his cum and Betsy's bitch juices. She started to cream his balls as Betsy had done.

What a sight this was. I was on my stifle, fucking Lisa, Jeff's wife, pooch style, Lisa licking Jeff's shaft and lapping the combining of his cum and Betsy's pussy juice and Jeff, licking his own cum from Betsy's creamy, cream pie cunt.

Watching Jeff and Betsy turned me on more than any porno movie I've ever seen. Watching him fill her pussycat with his sperm as they both orgasmed was magnificent. Now I got to watch her creamy pussycat eaten by the man who filled her. As Betsy knelt above his face I could see his cum dripping from her into his oral cavity. His tongue reached upward, probing, hunting for to a greater extent of their sweet nectar. Betsy would depress herself onto his tongue then pull up, leaving a rope of cum uniting them. Jeff devoured it quickly.

Lisa was no slouch in the BJ department. She licked Jeff's balls and cock, then seemed to deep throat his semi erect 7"cock with no exertion. Jeff's mouth knew its way around a pussy and seemed well-to-do and eagre to eat the cream pie he baked in Betsy's hot snatch. Betsy was rocking her cunt back and Forth River into Jeff's rima oris and her custody were massaging her own titmouse.

Lisa's puss was still very tight. My rock hard putz couldn't push more than than the question into her dripping hole. She pushed against my tool but it couldn't be forced in. I took my turncock into my mitt and pushed it up and down her pussycat from her clit to her ass, coating it in her juices ; then tried to embark. No luck.

Jeff was hard again. Lisa had good oral technique. Lisa reached between her legs and wrapped her hand around my shaft. Then, to my surprisal, she positioned the heading against her prick."Fuck my ass"She said as she pushed back and, it started to slip in. The question slid in and I stopped to see her reaction. Lisa pushed harder, ramming my pecker into her ass until my bollock hit her clit.

"God !"Lisa gasped"You're so thick ; you're going to split my ass all-encompassing open ”.

Betsy heard that, turned and smiled at me.

Once in, I reached around and found Lisa's wet button with my proper hired hand and her left pap with the other. Her response was immediate. She racked her hips and my tool would tear out slightly then plunge into her sweet ass."fuck me…. screw me ”. She started slowly and gained momentum."fall in my loaded ass a good intemperately fucking"

Jeff pushed Betsy back from his face. I think he was being smothered. He pushed her back until her cunt was against his dick. He wanted to screw her again. Lisa pushed harder into me. Her mouthpiece gave way to Betsy's grab. Betsy slowly lowered herself onto Jeff's 7"tool until it was again eat up oceanic abyss in her. This metre, his ballock were pixilated against her angelic ass."piece of ass my cunt"Betsy said as she bounced up and down riding his putz as he squeezed her tits. She braced her paw on his chest to facilitate go on the round.

Lisa was unaired to cumming. She pounded her ass against me and my clod hit my fingers on her clit. She let out a long, loud moan as she came, I exploded my first load deep into her ass. Soon she pressed my fingers against her clit to turn back the action. Her bucking slowed as I got softer.

audition Lisa cum pushed Jeff over the boundary. He let out a growling as he filled Betsy with her endorse creamy encumbrance of the day. Betsy didn't cum again but slowed as he must make grown softer. Lisa pulled her ass away from my stopcock. She had a dainty cream pie dripping from her ass down to her pussy. She scooted on her articulatio genus and straddled Jeff's heading. She wanted Jeff to eat my anal retentive ointment pie filling.

Betsy turned to me. She took my hand and crawled to the couch. Betsy lay on her back with one metrical unit on the coffee berry tabular array and one on the floor. Her snatch sassing were wide subject and a with child dollop of cum filled the void. She pulled me closer then guided my mind between her out-of-doors snatch rim. The aroma was firm. The smell of his arcsecond encumbrance of pungent, sticky Patrick Victor Martindale White cum integrate with her sweet pussy juice filled my nostrils. I was apprehensive. Sometimes I don't want to sample pick after I've cum. Would it be as near as the inaugural of his ointment pies that I ate ? Just as before, I kissed her clit and cunt with a closed mouth. I felt his tender load against my lips and face. Betsy's cunt was slippery in cum. She liked the feeling and I continued to kiss her from clit to ass."Eat me ; eat my fucking cum filled cunt. Taste our cum"Eat every drop of his cum from my fucking cunt maw ”.

Jeff must induce been doing a good job. Lisa was rubbing her puss and ass all over Jeff's face ; his handwriting on her teat. I could see him slurping up my load as he ate Lisa's ass and pussy. The more he ate, the more she talked."Eat my ass. Lick up every drop cloth of cum from my dingy maw. He stretched my tight 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 cunt juice tastes good with your cum"she said as she sucked his stopcock deep in her throat.

I could see Lisa's ass and cunt as Jeff ate her out. I opened my sass and licked Betsy's cum soaked clitoris. The gustatory sensation was just as before. The taste was salty, tangy and sticky as I slowly lapped up the cream. I took a finger and coated it with cum. I began to slide it into her ass as my pussy eating deepen. I lost common sense of what I was doing. I started to eat her pick pie like a starving man. I didn't just push the cum against her open pussy ; I gulped the cum and sucked on her clit and lips ; my finger fucked her sozzled ass. Betsy was arching her back and grinding her twat into my side and sass. I heard both Lisa and Betsy cumming as they were both being eaten. The both squealed as the came ; their hips grinding their cream pies into us. Soon both girls stopped. Betsy pulled my head and held it tight against her snatch but stopped the movement. Lisa collapsed on Jeff and they both lay motionless. All four of us rested our sexually spent organic structure. The four of us lay motionless, breathing in the fragrance of hot sex.

Eventually, without much talking, Betsy and I took shower bath together in the downstairs bathroom while they used the upstairs. The four of us went to our room to rest ; maybe for supper or maybe for cycle # 2. We will see… .