Betsy and I are at the lake waiting for another couple, Jeff and Lisa. We met them hold up year. They are alike in age and soma as we are. They arrive and we sit on the patio having a drink while we catch up on recent result.

Lisa is sitting to my rightfield. She is wearing a white blouse that push down the movement and a duo of unretentive garden pink boxers. The top few buttons are undo ; the one in the middle of her chest is straining to harbor her shirt closed. She turns towards me and leans forward to emphasise a point about her job. Her shirt hang open showing a very noticeable tan line plunging between her breasts. The four-way conversation continues without much fanfare.

I got up to get some bite and Lisa follows me into the kitchen. As we cut up cheeseflower and arrange cracker bonbon on a disk she brushes against me. I think nothing of it until it happens respective more time. First it's her arm across my ass, then her breast against my arm. It may just be my imagination ; but I'm enjoying it. This continues as we prepare the snacks.

backrest at the table, we take out seats and pluck up on the conversation. Lisa's chairwoman is now a slight closer to mine. She adjusts herself and I am getting an even better opinion of her tan line. Jeff made some input and Betsy cracks a one-liner and we all jape. Lisa leans in to me and comments on how laughable Betsy is. As she leans in, her shirt opens a little more and her brown, right areola and nipple are clearly seeable against her milklike white tit. I feel my cock twinge. She must feature seen me staring, but leaned back in her professorship without making a chemical reaction and doesn't adjust her shirt to obliterate anything.

Lisa wants to get out on the lake and take a boat drive. We all go deep down and change. Betsy has on a tankini, Lisa a icteric one bit with a plunging neck opening. Betsy's top has a blue normal and the V-neck that drops down nicely between her tits. Her gentle shorts show off her nicely tanned stage.

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 boats out on the main lake ; but we're the but boat in the cove.

The miss had been drinking wine and have finished a little Sir Thomas More than 2 bottles. Jeff has had about 4 or 5 beers.

Lisa asks if the water is lovesome. I open a door and stick my metrical unit it."It's warm"I said.

"Are you sure ?"She asks. I tell her to stick her foot in and see for herself. She said"I'm afraid You'll push me in !"I put my hand on her shoulder joint, her skin is tender and soft, and I promise not to push her in. She tests the water and agrees.

I ask her and Jeff if they each want to have a raft to swim on. Lisa says yes but Jeff replies he isn't set up to swim. Betsy also will wait.

Lisa stands at the top of the ladder. She tries to spot 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 better of her. As she leans toward the water supply to position the raft, her shades begging to come. She catches them and turns to hand them to me so I can safely store them. As she does, Another diminished wardrobe malfunction ; another nip-slip. It's a small faux pas but she knows that I saw it. Lisa flashes me a coy smile. She maneuvers onto the pot. I follow on my pile.

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 front bench tush together while the medicine plays. A gentle snap button us away from the gravy boat. I can't get a line Betsy or Jeff. Lisa too has drifted farther from me and it's severe to find out each other. I paddle to her. She grabs my pile and clout us together. Her oral sex is at my feet and visa versa. I hold her raft too, every once and awhile, a moving ridge from a boat on the main lake qualifying by breaks over the spate and startles her. The cold water on her breast raises her nipple. I notice that her bathing suit is riding up her crotch. It's tight against her and the water helps to render the outline of her kitty-cat. Her lips are noticeable ; no planetary house of a bush. I'm for certain she catches me staring at her. Occasionally she adjusts her suit, but only makes it More taught against her skin. Watching her wet, aphrodisiacal dead body is turning me on. Only the frigid H2O keeps my cock from standing at aid.

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

As we float, well away from the boat, I get glimpses of Jeff and Betsy sitting close together. I can't get word them ; but they seem to be laughing and enjoying each other.they seem much closer together each time I look at them. Their arms are resting on the rachis of the tail end cushions, almost embracing.

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

Lisa reaches the ladder first. She has a little trouble getting off the mass and onto the run. I gently reach forward, hold the run with one helping hand and push her hip with the other. As she climbs up, I get another smashing view of her ass and twat covered only by the thin, wet fabric.

I follow her up the ladder and set about to dry off.

Soon the music and the ardent sun had everyone relaxed. The little girl worked on their suntan ; adjusting the cortege to get maximum sun coverage.

Jeff and I both have our shirts off. Everyone is air drying and basking in the sun. Both female child have pulled the straps off or to the side during the day to remove most of the tan stemma. Neither girlfriend was topless but the wine made them less concerned if a strap dropped a little low.

Then we sat around listening to melody and chatting.

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

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

Jeff quickly responded,"Well how much are you worth ? What are your pace ?"

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

With that, everyone salvo out laughing and had another deglutition. The sun, the lake, the strain and the booze are making everyone loose.

Betsy, in the front of the sauceboat plopped down on the Bench seat again adjacent to Jeff. I started the railway locomotive and Lisa sat in the game across the gangway from me and curled up in the reclining sofa tush facing me. She closed her oculus, pulled the shoulder strap 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 gait. Betsy and Jeff were up social movement giggling and I couldn't make out much of their talking due to the noise of the engine. She had her back against the shock, her base on the deck. Gradually, I notice she had one foot on the pack of cards, the other on the bench. Her legs were disperse undefendable. Betsy was laughing. I didn't think much of it at first ; but she was really enjoying herself ( and Jeff ) Thomas 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 feels good, and Mmmm I feel really good."Lisa said as rolled to her back and bed covering her legs to discover her inner thigh. This was making it heavily for me to centralize on driving the boat. In my mind, her poses were getting sexier. She shifted, her right hand rested suggestively on her lower stomach and left script reached out toward me.

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

I made pocket-size lecture with Lisa. No topic what we said, she got a bit more suggestive."I'm getting hot,"said Lisa."Really hot. What do you cerebrate I should do ?"

A few hour passed."My suit is almost dry, but I'm wet."She said as she pulled at the cloth of her suit near her tum. It pulled tight and away from her skin. For a few bit, the flexible around her peg pulled away and exposed a thin strip of her dark bush. Then I looked into her eyes. She gave a coy little smile then she looked toward my crotch. I think she noticed that she had made my cock clay."You seem to be enjoying this as a good deal as I am."She said.

She pulled at the suit again so that it just covered her pussy, showing how snip her bush was."I want to minimize my tan lines. You'd like that, right ?"Was it the wine-colored talking or was she suggesting something more ?

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 route too far with Lisa. Betsy and I often fantasized about 3-somes and four-somes but never went past the fantasy. The thought of Betsy sucking and fucking soul else was a spell on for both of us ; but a piffling scarey. She always said that, if I wanted, she would fuck a guy ; but not suck him off. Betsy loved making cream pies with me and the persuasion of her pussy filled with mortal else's emollient turned her on and made me curious. Giving early guy rope BJ's was ‘ too personal'for her and she saved her oral cavity for me only. She gives great blowjobs 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 sofa ; she was almost flat on her spinal column with her head slightly propped up. One leg was on the bench behind Jeff and the other suspension over with her pes on the deck. Jeff was facing her with his leg bent and knee toward her. Her genitalia was pressed against his knee. Her profane shorts 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 sure if I was thankful that she wasn't listening to us and watching me or if I should be getting overjealous of how"comfortable"she was getting with Jeff. It didn't matter ; the two young woman were getting me steamy by the minute.

After 2 hours on the lake, Betsy announces"we're getting salute and roasted ! Let's nous back."so we headed in. Maybe Betsy will jump my bones when we get back or maybe this will go somewhere else. Either way, my tool needed female attention.

The misstep back was a piffling more of the same. Betsy and Jeff having a private conversation ; Lisa continues to be a teasing, both in her conversation and trunk 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 house. I can listen them laughing as they go up the stairs. I refill the boat with gas, put away the floaties and put the back on the sauceboat. It takes about 25 or 30 minutes before I can channelise up to conjoin 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 care of me.

I go in the back door and can pick up the shower running, I see Lisa going into Edgar Albert Guest bedroom. She has a towel wrapped half way around her, showing luck of leg and a lilliputian ass. She smiles and gives me a petty wave."Enjoy"she said as she closed the door.

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

I dropped my shirt on the floor, pour a spyglass of pee, take a gulp and rise the stairs. I reach the top and round the recess into our bedchamber. Then to my surprise….

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

The covers are hanging to the trading floor. Her principal is propped on the pillow. She is looking at me and smiling. The leave strap of her cooler top is pulled down exposing her blanched, left boob. It is stark white against her tan bureau. Her nipple is erect. The blue boxers are on the floor. She has her get out leg bent with the knee joint in the air. Her right field leg is spread apart on the bed. Her left hand is between her legs. Her fingers, shaved slit lips and thighs are coated in thick, whiteness cum ; a perfect 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 cream 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 dick ; but she never could get past the sleeping room fantasy. We've played"who would you fuck"in bars but never past the hypothetical phase. Now her pussy was coated in someone else's cum.

With her right hand she motions me."Come here. sweet for you and more cooking for me ”. I slowly approach the side of meat of the bed. My cock has stiffening and she reaches toward me. She wraps her hand around my stiff pecker through my bathing suit of clothes. After a few slash, she pulls at the waist band and said,"It's meter to unwrap the future constituent"; I help push them to the floor.

She wraps her hand around the swollen shaft and pulls the head to her brim."clock time to organise the next course"She said as she licks the forefront like a lollypop. My optic are glued to the erotic scene, her fingers working the ointment pie on to her clit. I may have mumbled ; but surely couldn't get the words out. Betsy's right script is firmly clenched around the shaft of my cock. She pulls me on to the bed and I straddle her head, never taking my middle off of her pick soaked purulent. I kneel over her head facing her sexy snatch. My leave alone hired man reach for her bare left tit. I slowly draw a R-2 around her tit with my digit. I pinch her teat ; gently at first, then harder. She tenses at the pinch. My eyes still glued to her cream pie.

Betsy pulls my ass down on to her face. I feel her spit against my ballock. I keep them shaved for her. She licks them eagerly like a thaw ice pick cone. I lean forward resting on my forearms. My intemperate cock is against her left tit. My eyes are fixed on her fingers strumming her cum soaked clitoris, poking out from her cream covered hood.

She opens her oral fissure and takes my balls into her. She spits them out."Doesn't the pie look proficient ? Don't you want to get a good look at it ?"Her right paw is behind my dorsum. She pulls my pectus down on her. My face is in from her cream covered cunt. I can smell her sweet sex amalgamate with the pungent, salt air aroma of come. 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 kitty-cat lip are ranch wide apart. By the looks of her pussy she obviously had just been fucked ; but not by me. Her inner lip were also circularize apart and her vagina was wide out-of-doors. He must have pulled out while cumming in her and barb a few last watercourse of cum on her. There are several lump of stocky white cum on her lop bush above her button and one on her second joint. There is a kitty of juicy, Stanford White cum filling her open bitch hole. It seems to be a mixed bag of sperm and her slit juices. The rest period of her grab was glistening in a wet, lightly colored cream and juice. A diminished 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 load when he came in her cunt.

Words still run me. Her mouthpiece is too busy sucking my egg to talk.

She gently sucks one of my balls and, with both of her hands behind my cervix, pulls my facial expression onto her pussy. My lips wardrobe into her cream covered fumble. I push my closed backtalk onto her open air twat. The emollient is warm and slippery ; the aroma new and heavenly. I feel the jelly like cum being pushed by my back talk. I kiss her pussy lips with my come together mouthpiece. I lift my head to enjoy the prospect ; cum marijuana cigarette to my mustache and word form drawstring of man juice to the hair of her bring down pubic landing strip. Then I open my lips and my tongue tastes her sweet juices and the salty, tangy cum coating the region around her spread kitty-cat back talk. I ‘ m not bisexual person or cuckhold ; but eating Betsy's snatch fully of someone else's cum while she sucks my balls was strangely erotic and a turn-on."Delicious"was all I could say.

Her backtalk closing on my ballock sack and she sucks more forcefully. I undecided my mouth and taste the glistening mixture of their sex. Licking as I went, I touched the glob of tweed goo on her second joint with the tip of my glossa. It was pushed to the side by my tongue. I open my oral fissure and nurse it in. It's still hot ; the taste is secure and salty. I do the same to the larger globs of seminal fluid above her clitoris. I suck them into my rima oris. I don't swallow them ; but let them undulate in my lip. adjacent I fully probe her internal cunt lips. I bury my natural language into the pool of cum in her vagina. I swirl my tongue in her like a cocktail swizzle joystick. Some of the cum is heavyset, Edward White and creamy ; some is mixed with her cunt succus, clearer but still slick. I've never felt her cunt this juicy and slick. I pull my head back, upgrade up her hips so I can solve 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 school principal back to her puss. I tongue her clit through the thick, slippery emollient coating it. I French kiss her pussy as I tongue her from her clitoris to her ass again. My tongue slowly circles her clitoris, 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 speed. The preference of the mixed cum is intoxicating. I feel as high up as she did from the wine. The thought of tasting another's cum never turned me on ; but seeing this enceinte payload on and in Betsy was different. 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 putz at once, she cums quickly and hard. She has always been too timid to act on it. Now, although it's not 2 bozo at once, it's 2, back to stake. 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 instant ? Time to do it me and add more cream to my pie !"she says.

Without answering, I turn and position my stopcock in front of her spread, emollient filled cunt. I lean into her and kiss her hard on her open mouthpiece. The cum, still in my mouth, spills into hers. Our lingua wrestle and she tastes the salty philosopher's stone of her purulent juice and his cum. The head of my cock push button into the cream pie and forces her pussy sass wider apart. I slide my laborious cock deeper into her, slippery, cream filled pussy. She gasps. I slowly pull out and thrust back in. Several more thrusting and cum is oozing from her, coating my cock and balls. I pull my back talk from hers ; she swirls her cum swallow with her spit and swallows.

"Enough"she says and in an instant her pussy pulls from my cock. She spins around and guides my cum drenched cock into her open mouth. Her legs are spread widely. Her pussy and thigh are soaked in a frothy cream. I dive into her with my mouthpiece heart-to-heart wide. My mouth covers her facing pages pussy lips. I roll her on top of me. Cum is dripping on to and into my lip and coating my typeface. I savor this new base flavor of her juice. I've often eaten her kitty-cat filled with my cum. This perceptiveness is like, but unlike. 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 actual sloppy seconds. As I savored her cream pie she licked and sucked my stiff putz. She cleaned off every free fall of the aphrodisiacal succus mixing from my dick and clump.

I thrust my glossa deeper into her slipery pussy, lapping up her juices. White person driblet of cum still covered her ass and shot. As I fucked her bitch with my tongue, I coated my right middle finger in his cum. Then I slid my slippery fingerbreadth up, circled her ass and gently slid the tip of it in. She must have liked it, she sucked my balls harder. Timing the thrust of my lingua in her pussy, I slid my finger to the 1st articulatio, then the second. Her breathing speed up and her natural language circled by balls. She lifted her ass and pushed my face hard into her clear lips. My cum soaked digit worked in and out, ever so slightly deeper until it was fully buried in her ass as she was rocking back and forth, up and down. Her mouth was around my balls, her juicy pussycat fucked by my tongue and her ass fucked by my cum soaked finger. This was sexual heaven. My shipment was ready to explode as she edged toward an orgasm. I could feel her cum against my rima oris. Her ass clenched my finger and held it tight. She lifted her coxa driving her cunt against my hungry mouth.

Again she pushed me off. She pulled my cock and positioned it against her parted cunt back talk. She pulled me into her as she thrust her hips into me."fulfil my cunt up again with more cum"she whispered."It felt good when he filled me, now I want to feel you fill me ”. We fucked hard as she came again. My cock exploded forcefully into her cunt, filling it with another, different pick pie. I fucked her until I was vacate. She continued to grind her clit against me. My cock grew mild. She pulled me off and laid beside me. She was still hot and she slid a finger to her clit now soaked in my cum. She turned and kissed the head of my cock, then began licking the creamy sex succus from the 3 of us off the oral sex. She said"Let's see if your cum has different feeling from his ”. I slid my head word to her snatch. It too was now coated in the cum from the 3 of us. My prick was responding to her clapper. Likewise, I replaced her fingerbreadth on her button with my glossa. It tasted different than before ; a new drink. My cum tasted saltier. I pulled her on top of my so that this drink would feed into my mouth. I didn't want to spill a drop.

Betsy licked the head word of my dick and then the scape. She then took my tool into her back talk and sucked the in conclusion drop of my cum from my cock. I stiffened, my cock was responding to her. She sucked my cock and fucked it with her mouth. After a few minutes my cock was rock hard. She licked some cum from my balls, trading my directly cum with the 3 person miscellany. She seemed to enjoy changing between the two flavors.

Her hips continued a tardily gyration working her clit against my waiting sassing. She was picking up hurrying. Her rosehip moved faster and harder, grinding her clit into my mouth as she sucked my dick harder, with my fucking her mouth faster. I don't bed how tenacious it took but we both came again. She was bucking her slit against me like a wild Equus caballus and I was fucking her sass. She deep throated my entire cock. Each thrust of my stopcock buried into her pharynx as my balls 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 smell and taste were the best I've had.

As we slowed, I rolled her off of me. We were both washed-out. We lay drenched in sweat and cum. We both realized what happened at the same time. We had sucked and fucked with wild abandon, all the while the room access to our elbow room was wide undefended and our guests were across the foyer. I'm not sure enough if they enjoyed listening to us or joined in with their own party. We had been too busy to notice.

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