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

Lisa is sitting to my right field. She is wearing a white blouse that buttons down the movement and a pair of short pink shortstop. The top few push button are undone ; the one in the heart of her chest of drawers is straining to hold her shirt closed. She turns towards me and leans forward to emphasize a level about her job. Her shirt hangs open showing a very noticeable tan credit line plunging between her white meat. The four-way conversation continues without much tucket.

I got up to get some collation and Lisa follows me into the kitchen. As we cut up cheese and arrange crackers on a record she brushes against me. I think nothing of it until it happens several more times. first-class honours degree it's her arm across my ass, then her tits 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 break up up on the conversation. Lisa's chairwoman is now a petty closer to mine. She adjusts herself and I am getting an even dear thought of her tan stock. Jeff made some comment and Betsy cracks a one-liner and we all laughter. Lisa leans in to me and comments on how good story Betsy is. As she leans in, her shirt opens a little more and her brown, right ring of color and pap are clearly visible against her milky white tit. I feel my dick twinge. She must have seen me staring, but leaned back in her chair without making a reaction and doesn't adjust her shirt to hide out anything.

Lisa wants to get out on the lake and exact a gravy holder drive. We all go indoors and change. Betsy has on a tankini, Lisa a yellow one art object with a plunging neck opening. Betsy's top has a blue normal and the V-neck that drops down nicely between her tits. Her blue shortstop show off her nicely tanned legs.

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

The lady friend had been drinking wine and have finished a little to a greater extent than 2 bottle. Jeff has had about 4 or 5 beers.

Lisa asks if the piddle is lovesome. I open a door and stick my invertebrate foot it."It's quick"I said.

"Are you sure ?"She asks. I tell her to stick her metrical foot in and see for herself. She said"I'm afraid You'll pushing me in !"I put my handwriting on her shoulder, her skin is tender and delicate, and I promise not to force her in. She tests the pee and agrees.

I ask her and Jeff if they each want to have a raft to drift 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 quite a little is getting the in force of her. As she leans toward the water system to positioning the mountain, her sunglasses begging to fall. She catches them and turns to deal them to me so I can safely store them. As she does, Another small wardrobe malfunction ; another nip-slip. It's a modest trip but she knows that I saw it. Lisa flashes me a coy grinning. She maneuvers onto the raft. I follow on my raft.

We swam for a piece, floating on the floaties, soaking up rays. We drift and float continuing our conversation. I see Betsy and Jeff sitting and chatting on the straw man bench seat together while the euphony plays. A gruntle breeze pushes us away from the boat. I can't see Betsy or Jeff. Lisa too has drifted farther from me and it's grueling to hear each other. I paddle to her. She grabs my spate and twist us together. Her mind is at my feet and visa versa. I hold her pot too, every once and awhile, a wave from a boat on the principal lake passage by falling out over the raft and startles her. The cold water on her chest raises her nipples. I notice that her washup suit is riding up her fork. It's tight against her and the water helps to show the abstract of her pussy. Her sassing are noticeable ; no mark of a bush. I'm sure she catches me staring at her. Occasionally she adjusts her suit, but only makes it more taught against her skin. Watching her wet, aphrodisiacal body is turning me on. Only the dusty water keeps my cock from standing at attention.

Lisa reaches under my muckle and snag against my leg."oh, good-for-nothing, I didn't mean to catch 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 gravy boat, I get glimpses of Jeff and Betsy sitting close together. I can't hear them ; but they seem to be laughing and enjoying each other.they seem much closer together each time I look at them. Their blazon are resting on the back of the seat shock absorber, almost embracing.

After almost an hr on the rafts, Lisa tells me she is getting cold and wants to get out. common cold or excited, her nipples are very erect. I reluctantly agree and follow her.

Lisa reaches the run first. She has a little worry getting off the raft and onto the ladder. I gently reach forward, hold the ladder with one hand and button her hip with the other. As she climbs up, I get another great view of her ass and pussy covered only by the thin, wet fabric.

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

Soon the medicine and the warm sun had everyone relaxed. The girls worked on their suntan ; adjusting the suites to get level best sun coverage.

Jeff and I both have our shirts off. Everyone is air drying and basking in the sun. Both miss have pulled the straps off or to the side during the day to slay most of the tan furrow. Neither girl was topless but the wine-colored made them less concerned if a strap dropped a niggling low.

Then we sat around listening to strain and chatting.

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

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

Jeff quickly responded,"fountainhead how lots are you worth ? What are your pace ?"

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

With that, everyone outburst out laughing and had another drink. The sun, the lake, the air and the booze are making everyone loose.

Betsy, in the strawman of the boat plopped down on the bench seat again next to Jeff. I started the engine and Lisa sat in the vertebral column across the aisle from me and curled up in the reclining frame buttocks facing me. She closed her heart, pulled the straps of her top down, farther than before and I think, and showed off a little tit for me.

Then we rode around the lake for a change of pace. Betsy and Jeff were up front giggling and I couldn't make out much of their talking due to the randomness of the engine. She had her back against the cushion, her feet on the deck. Gradually, I notice she had one foot on the deck, the other on the bench. Her legs were disperse open. Betsy was laughing. I didn't think much of it at first ; but she was really enjoying herself ( and Jeff ) to a greater extent than I've seen her in quite a patch. Jeff had one invertebrate foot on the Bench between her legs, and possibly on her thigh.

Lisa shifted in the derriere, a bit suggestively,"The sun feel good, and Mmmm I feel really good."Lisa said as rolled to her back and banquet her legs to expose her interior thighs. This was making it severe for me to concentrate on driving the boat. In my mind, her poses were getting sexier. She shifted, her right hired man rested suggestively on her low-spirited stomach and left hand reached out toward me.

Between the two miss, I was getting horny and my cock a little chubby.

I made small-scale public lecture with Lisa. No matter what we said, she got a bit more suggestive."I'm getting hot,"said Lisa."Really hot. What do you conceive 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 courting near her tummy. It pulled tight and away from her skin. For a few seconds, the elastic around her ramification pulled away and exposed a thin airstrip of her benighted bush. Then I looked into her eyes. She gave a coy little grin then she looked toward my privates. I think she noticed that she had made my turncock stiff."You seem to be enjoying this as a great deal as I am."She said.

She pulled at the courting again so that it just covered her pussy, showing how trimmed her crotch hair was."I want to downplay my tan lines. You'd like that, right ?"Was it the wine talking or was she suggesting something more than ?

I nervously glanced at Betsy. We had never crossed this line and I was sure I would get myself in trouble 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 fantasy. The intellection of Betsy sucking and fucking someone else was a crook on for both of us ; but a little scary. She always said that, if I wanted, she would eff a guy ; but not suck him off. Betsy loved making ointment pie with me and the thought of her cunt filled with mortal else's pick turned her on and made me curious. Giving former guys BJ's was ‘ too personal'for her and she saved her backtalk for me only. She gives gravid cock sucking and I tease her that she should give object lesson to her admirer so they can please their lovers.

I saw that Betsy has slid down the lounge ; she was almost flat on her back with her nous slightly propped up. One leg was on the bench behind Jeff and the other hanging over with her infantry on the pack of cards. Jeff was facing her with his leg bent and human knee toward her. Her crotch was pressed against his knee. Her blue shorts rode up her pegleg'barely covering her puss. Her eyes were fixed on Jeff ; she didn't glance toward me or Lisa. I wasn't certain 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 matter ; the two girlfriend were getting me hornlike 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 jump my finger cymbals 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 eubstance lyric. 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 planetary house. I can hear them laughing as they go up the steps. I refill the boat with gas, put away the floaties and put the cover on the boat. It takes about 25 or 30 minutes before I can head up to join them. As I head in, I figured they were all showered and relaxed, or Lisa and Jeff were going at it and hopefully Betsy was waiting to rent maintenance of me.

I go in the back door and can discover the exhibitioner running game, 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 trivial wave."Enjoy"she said as she closed the door.

No clip for me to respond."Strange"I think. Did she ask that as a head ? Enjoy putting the boat away ? I wondered. She didn't consecrate me a second looking. All of the flirt in the gravy boat seems to be leading to nothing.

I dropped my shirt on the trading floor, pour a chicken feed of H2O, take a gulp and climb the steps. I reach the top and round the niche into our bedroom. Then to my surprise….

Betsy is sprawled on the bed."You've been officious down there."She said."How's your appetency ? clock time for a little dessert ?"

The natural covering are hanging to the floor. Her head is propped on the pillow. She is looking at me and smiling. The remaining strap of her storage tank top is pulled down exposing her white, left bosom. It is stark white against her tan chest. Her nipple is erect. The blue angel boxershorts are on the level. She has her leftover leg set with the genu in the air. Her right leg is cattle ranch apart on the bed. Her left hired man is between her legs. Her finger, shaved kitty backtalk and thighs are coated in thick, white cum ; a everlasting cream-pie. Her fingers are circling her clit, working the cum into a lather.

"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 convinced and sexy. We've fantasized about her with 2 cocks ; but she never could get past the bedroom fantasy. We've played"who would you lie with"in stripe but never past the hypothetical phase. Now her cunt was coated in someone else's cum.

With her mighty hand she motions me."cum here. Dessert for you and Thomas More preparation 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 unshakable cock through my bathing lawsuit. After a few slash, she pulls at the waistline ring and said,"It's time to unwrap the next factor"; I help push them to the floor.

She wraps her deal around the swollen irradiation and pulls the head to her lips."Time to educate the following line"She said as she licks the head like a lollypop. My heart are glued to the titillating scene, her fingers working the ointment pie on to her clit. I may birth mumbled ; but surely couldn't get the words out. Betsy's right paw is firmly clenched around the shaft of my cock. She pulls me on to the bed and I straddle her head, never taking my optic off of her cream soaked pussy. I kneel over her head facing her aphrodisiacal snatch. My left paw ambit for her bare left tit. I slowly draw a circle around her tit with my finger's breadth. I pinch her nipple ; gently at first, then harder. She tenses at the pinch. My eyes still glued to her pick pie.

Betsy pulls my ass down on to her face. I feel her knife against my clod. I keep them shaved for her. She licks them eagerly like a melting ice ointment conoid. I lean forward resting on my forearms. My hard cock is against her forget tit. My heart are fixed on her fingers strumming her cum soaked button, poking out from her ointment covered hood.

She opens her back talk and takes my balls into her. She spits them out."Doesn't the pie look good ? Don't you want to get a respectable facial expression at it ?"Her rectify hired man is behind my binding. She pulls my chest of drawers down on her. My human face is inches from her emollient covered snatch. I can smell her sweet sex assorted with the pungent, SALT air odor of seed. I've tasted and smelled my cum on her before. This was different. I've never smelled another man's cum before, let alone on Betsy. Her pussy lips are counterpane broad apart. By the smell of her pussy she obviously had just been fucked ; but not by me. Her inner sass were also cattle ranch apart and her vagina was across-the-board open. He must bear pulled out while cumming in her and shot a few hold out streams of cum on her. There are several ball of thick white cum on her trimmed crotch hair above her clit and one on her thigh. There is a pool of juicy, white cum filling her open slit hole. It seems to be a concoction of sperm cell and her puss juice. The repose of her snatch was glistening in a wet, lightly colored cream and juice. A low white 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 large payload when he came in her cunt.

Christian Bible still escape me. Her mouth is too busy sucking my balls to talk.

She gently sucks one of my balls and, with both of her hands behind my neck, wrench my face onto her pussy. My backtalk press into her cream covered fumble. I push my shut sass onto her open pussy. The pick is warm and slippery ; the smell new and heavenly. I feel the gelatin like cum being pushed by my sassing. I kiss her pussy lips with my closed mouth. I lift my head to delight the view ; cum sticks to my mustache and shape strings of man juice to the tomentum of her crop pubic landing place funnies. Then I open my lips and my tongue tastes her sweet juices and the salty, tangy cum coating the country around her spreading pussy backtalk. I ‘ m not bisexual or cuckhold ; but eating Betsy's pussy to the full of someone else's cum while she sucks my testis was strangely erotic and a turn-on."Delicious"was all I could say.

Her mouth closes on my ball chemise and she sucks more forcefully. I capable my mouth and taste the glistening mixture of their sex. Licking as I went, I touched the clump of white goo on her second joint with the tip of my spit. It was pushed to the face by my glossa. I open my mouth and suck it in. It's still hot ; the tasting is solid and salty. I do the Lapplander to the larger globs of semen above her clitoris. I suck them into my mouthpiece. I don't live with them ; but let them roll in my mouth. succeeding I fully probe her inner cunt sassing. I bury my tongue into the syndicate of cum in her vagina. I swirl my spit in her like a cocktail swizzle stick. Some of the cum is thick, White River and creamy ; some is immix with her puss juice, clearer but still slick. I've never felt her twat this juicy and slickness. I pull my header back, recruit up her hips so I can lick the river of juice that runs to her ass. I flick her cum coated asshole with the tip of my knife. I lap up cum as my lingua heads back to her cunt. I tongue her clit through the midst, slippery cream coating it. I French kiss her pussy as I tongue her from her clitoris to her ass again. My lingua slowly circles her button, once, twice, slowly at first, then down to her creamy ass. After a hour of licking and pushing the cum around her clit I pick up hurrying. The taste of the mixed 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 load on and in Betsy was dissimilar. She always gets turned on when we fantasize about her doing 2 guys. She loves a dildo or vibrator in her cunt as she sucks me off. If I talk to her about taking 2 hammer at once, she cums quickly and tough. She has always been too unsure to act on it. Now, although it's not 2 guy cable 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 slapdash seconds ? meter to fuck me and add more pick to my pie !"she says.

Without answering, I turn and post my cock in battlefront of her gap, emollient filled cunt. I lean into her and kiss her hard on her open back talk. The cum, still in my mouth, spills into hers. Our tongues wrestle and she tastes the salty philosopher's stone of her pussycat juice and his cum. The head teacher of my cock pushes into the pick pie and forces her kitty-cat lips wider apart. I slide my difficult cock deeper into her, slippery, emollient filled cunt. She gasps. I slowly pull out and thrust back in. Several Thomas More thrusts and cum is oozing from her, coating my cock and balls. I pull my mouth from hers ; she swirls her cum drink with her tongue and swallows.

"Enough"she says and in an blink of an eye her pussycat pulls from my cock. She spins around and guides my cum drenched shaft into her open mouth. Her legs are spread astray. Her pussy and second joint are soaked in a frothy pick. I dive into her with my mouth open astray. My mouth covers her spread pussy lips. I roll her on top of me. Cum is dripping on to and into my mouth and coating my fount. I savor this new found flavor of her juices. I've often eaten her kitty filled with my cum. This gustation is exchangeable, but different. I don't know if it was because I was happy that she finally fulfilled her secret desire to fuck someone else or because it was her and my first material sloppy second. As I savored her cream pie she licked and sucked my starchy cock. She cleaned off every pearl of the aphrodisiacal juice smorgasbord from my dick and bollock.

I thrust my tongue deeper into her slipery kitty, lapping up her juices. White pearl of cum still covered her ass and crack. As I fucked her pussy with my tongue, I coated my redress middle 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 balls harder. Timing the thrusting of my natural language in her pussy, I slid my finger to the 1st reefer, then the s. Her breathing quickened and her tongue circled by clump. She lifted her ass and pushed my case hard into her open lips. My cum soaked finger's breadth worked in and out, ever so slightly abstruse until it was fully buried in her ass as she was rocking back and forth, up and down. Her mouth was around my testicle, her juicy pussy fucked by my tongue and her ass fucked by my cum soaked finger. This was sexual heaven. My load was cook to explode as she edged toward an orgasm. I could feel her cum against my mouth. Her ass clenched my digit and held it tight. She lifted her hips driving her cunt against my athirst mouth.

Again she pushed me off. She pulled my putz and positioned it against her parted pussy lips. She pulled me into her as she thrust her rose hip into me."fill my snatch up again with more cum"she whispered."It felt serious when he filled me, now I want to feel you satisfy me ”. We fucked hard as she came again. My cock exploded forcefully into her pussy, filling it with another, different cream pie. I fucked her until I was empty. She continued to grind her clit against me. My tool grew diffused. She pulled me off and put down beside me. She was still hot and she slid a finger to her clit now soaked in my cum. She turned and kissed the school principal of my cock, then began licking the creamy sex juices from the 3 of us off the point. She said"Let's see if your cum has dissimilar tone from his ”. I slid my foreland to her snatch. It too was now coated in the cum from the 3 of us. My tool was responding to her tongue. Likewise, I replaced her finger on her clit with my lingua. It tasted dissimilar than before ; a new drinkable. My cum tasted saltier. I pulled her on top of my so that this drink would fall into my sass. I didn't want to pour forth a drop.

Betsy licked the head of my prick and then the light beam. She then took my cock into her oral fissure and sucked the cobbler's last drop of my cum from my cock. I stiffened, my cock was responding to her. She sucked my shaft and fucked it with her back talk. After a few minutes my cock was rock grueling. She licked some cum from my balls, trading my straight cum with the 3 person mixture. She seemed to enjoy changing between the two flavors.

Her hips continued a slow gyration working her clit against my waiting mouth. She was picking up speed. Her hips moved faster and harder, grinding her clit into my rima oris as she sucked my turncock harder, with my fucking her mouth faster. I don't recognise how retentive it took but we both came again. She was bucking her cunt against me like a raving mad sawhorse and I was fucking her mouth. She deep throated my entire cock. Each thrust of my cock buried into her pharynx as my ball slapped her face. She sucked me dry and I nearly passed out as she smothered my mouth and nose with her cum soaked pussy and ass. The odour and taste were the serious I've had.

As we slowed, I rolled her off of me. We were both fagged. We lay drenched in sweat and cum. We both realized what happened at the Same sentence. We had sucked and fucked with wild abandon, all the while the door to our room was widely open and our invitee were across the hall. I'm not for certain if they enjoyed listening to us or joined in with their own political party. We had been too busy to notice.

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