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

Lisa is sitting to my right. She is wearing a white blouse that release down the front and a pair of short pink shorts. The top few push are ruined ; the one in the midsection of her pectus is straining to bear her shirt closed. She turns towards me and leans forward to underscore a point about her job. Her shirt bent spread out showing a very obtrusive tan line plunging between her breasts. The four-way conversation continues without often tucket.

I got up to get some collation and Lisa follows me into the kitchen. As we cut up cheese and coif crackers on a platter she brushes against me. I think nothing of it until it happens several more than times. First 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 tush and piece up on the conversation. Lisa's chair is now a piffling closer to mine. She adjusts herself and I am getting an even safe eyeshot of her tan transmission line. Jeff made some comment and Betsy cracks a one-liner and we all laugh. Lisa leans in to me and comments on how rum Betsy is. As she leans in, her shirt opens a little more and her Robert Brown, aright ring of color and mammilla are clearly visible against her milky white tit. I feel my rooster twinge. She must have got seen me staring, but leaned back in her chair without making a reaction and doesn't adjust her shirt to blot out anything.

Lisa wants to get out on the lake and hold a gravy holder drive. We all go privileged and change. Betsy has on a tankini, Lisa a icteric one man with a plunging neck opening. Betsy's top has a blue pattern and the V-neck that drops down nicely between her tits. Her low boxershorts show off her nicely bronze wooden leg.

We begin to cruise around the lake, continuing our conversation, enjoying the sun and getting very affectionate. Lisa want to swim. 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 gravy holder in the cove.

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

Lisa asks if the water is quick. I open a room access and nonplus my animal foot it."It's lovesome"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 hired man on her shoulder, her cutis is warm and balmy, 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 drift 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 perspective the good deal so she can get on without getting too wet. She tries to go down facing forward, then backwards. The great deal is getting the better of her. As she leans toward the water to position the raft, 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 lowly slip but she knows that I saw it. Lisa flashes me a coy smiling. She maneuvers onto the raft. I follow on my pile.

We swam for a patch, 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 judiciary seat together while the euphony plays. A gentle duck soup pushes us away from the boat. I can't try Betsy or Jeff. Lisa too has drifted farther from me and it's severely to hear each other. I paddle to her. She grabs my mickle and pulls us together. Her head is at my foot and visa versa. I hold her raft too, every once and awhile, a wave from a boat on the main lake passing by breaks over the raft and startles her. The cold water on her breast raises her nipples. I notice that her bathing courting is riding up her crotch. It's tight against her and the water helps to render the outline of her pussy. Her lips are noticeable ; no foretoken of a bush. I'm for sure she catches me staring at her. Occasionally she adjusts her suit of clothes, but only makes it more taught against her skin. Watching her wet, sexy consistency is turning me on. Only the moth-eaten weewee donjon my shaft from standing at attending.

Lisa reaches under my raft and rubs against my leg."oh, sorry, I didn't mean to take hold of your ass"she said. I tell her it's just my leg."Then I'm really no-count"she replies with a smile.

As we float, well away from the sauceboat, 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 arms are resting on the cover of the seat cushions, almost embracing.

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

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

I follow her up the run and begin to dry off.

Soon the medicine and the quick sun had everyone relaxed. The little girl worked on their tan ; adjusting the retinue to get upper limit sun coverage.

Jeff and I both have our shirts off. Everyone is air drying and basking in the sun. Both girls have pulled the strap off or to the side of meat during the day to remove to the highest degree of the tan line of reasoning. Neither girl was topless but the wine-colored made them less concerned if a shoulder strap dropped a little low.

Then we sat around listening to line and chatting.

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

Both female child chime in in unison"how make out you don't pay us ? We get laid a lot"

Jeff quickly responded,"well how much are you worth ? What are your charge per unit ?"

Betsy retorted,"You can't afford us !"she turned, bent over and playfully shoved her ass at Jeff's human face. 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 potable. The sun, the lake, the tunes and the John Barleycorn are making everyone loose.

Betsy, in the front of the gravy holder plopped down on the bench seat again succeeding to Jeff. I started the locomotive engine and Lisa sat in the back across the aisle from me and curled up in the reclining couch arse facing me. She closed her center, pulled the straps of her top down, farther than before and I think, and showed off a niggling tit for me.

Then we rode around the lake for a change of pace. Betsy and Jeff were up front man giggling and I couldn't make out much of their talking due to the noise of the engine. She had her back against the cushion, her fundament on the deck. Gradually, I notice she had one understructure on the deck of cards, the other on the bench. Her ramification were spread open. Betsy was laughing. I didn't think much of it at first ; but she was really enjoying herself ( and Jeff ) more than I've seen her in quite a while. Jeff had one animal foot on the bench between her branch, and possibly on her thigh.

Lisa shifted in the tush, a bit suggestively,"The sun feels in force, and Mmmm I feel really good."Lisa said as rolled to her back and banquet her wooden leg to divulge her inside thigh. This was making it hard for me to centre on driving the sauceboat. In my mind, her pose were getting sexier. She shifted, her right hand rested suggestively on her lower venter and left script reached out toward me.

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

I made lowly talk with Lisa. No topic 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 minutes passed."My suit is almost dry, but I'm wet."She said as she pulled at the fabric of her courtship near her breadbasket. It pulled tight and away from her peel. For a few seconds, the elastic around her legs pulled away and exposed a thin strip of her dark George W. Bush. Then I looked into her oculus. She gave a coy petty smile then she looked toward my crotch. I think she noticed that she had made my hammer stiff."You seem to be enjoying this as very much as I am."She said.

She pulled at the wooing again so that it just covered her pussy, showing how trimmed her shrub was."I want to derogate my tan phone line. 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 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 fantasy. The thought of Betsy sucking and fucking somebody else was a bend on for both of us ; but a little scary. She always said that, if I wanted, she would fuck a guy ; but not suck him off. Betsy loved making cream pie with me and the thought of her pussycat filled with someone else's cream turned her on and made me peculiar. Giving former guys BJ's was ‘ too personal'for her and she saved her mouthpiece for me only. She gives great cock sucking and I tease her that she should afford moral to her friends so they can delight their lovers.

I saw that Betsy has slid down the sofa ; she was almost flatcar on her back with her read/write head slightly propped up. One leg was on the judiciary behind Jeff and the other suspension over with her foundation on the deck of cards. Jeff was facing her with his leg bent and articulatio genus toward her. Her genital organ was pressed against his knee. Her aristocratical shortstop 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 certainly if I was thankful that she wasn't listening to us and watching me or if I should be getting overjealous of how"well-situated"she was getting with Jeff. It didn't matter ; the two girls were getting me aroused by the minute.

After 2 minute on the lake, Betsy announces"we're getting wassail and roasted ! Let's head 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 cock needed distaff attention.

The trip back was a little more of the Lapp. Betsy and Jeff having a private conversation ; Lisa continues to be a tease, both in her conversation and 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 house. I can see them laughing as they go up the step. I refill the boat with gas, put away the floaties and put the cover on the gravy boat. It takes about 25 or 30 hour before I can head 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 spine door and can hear the shower run, I see Lisa going into guest bedroom. She has a towel wrapped half way around her, showing mass of leg and a little ass. She smiles and gives me a picayune waving."Enjoy"she said as she closed the door.

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

I dropped my shirt on the level, pour a glass of water, take a gulp and climb the stairs. I reach the top and round the corner 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 ? metre for a fiddling afters ?"

The screen are hanging to the trading floor. Her head is propped on the pillow. She is looking at me and smiling. The exit shoulder strap of her tank top is pulled down exposing her white, left white meat. It is pure White person against her tan chest of drawers. Her pap is erect. The blue short pants are on the storey. She has her left leg set with the stifle in the air. Her decent leg is spread apart on the bed. Her left hand is between her legs. Her fingers, shaved pussy back talk and thighs are coated in thick, white cum ; a stark cream-pie. Her fingers are circling her clitoris, working the cum into a stew.

"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 surefooted and sexy. We've fantasized about her with 2 cocks ; but she never could get past the sleeping room illusion. We've played"who would you fuck"in stripe but never past the conjectural phase. Now her slit was coated in soul else's cum.

With her rightfulness paw she motions me."ejaculate here. dessert for you and more preparation for me ”. I slowly approach the slope of the bed. My pecker has stiffening and she reaches toward me. She wraps her hand around my stiffly cock through my bathing courtship. After a few diagonal, she pulls at the shank lot and said,"It's time to unwrap the next ingredient"; I help push them to the floor.

She wraps her hand around the swollen quill and pulls the head to her lips."sentence to prepare the adjacent course"She said as she licks the head word like a lollypop. My eyes are glued to the erotic scene, her fingers working the cream pie on to her clit. I may have mumbled ; but surely couldn't get the wrangle out. Betsy's right hand is firmly clenched around the shaft of my putz. She pulls me on to the bed and I straddle her brain, never taking my eyes off of her pick soaked cunt. I kneel over her school principal facing her sexy snatch. My leave behind hand reach for her bare left tit. I slowly draw a circle around her tit with my finger. I pinch her mamilla ; gently at first, then harder. She tenses at the catch. My eyes still glued to her cream pie.

Betsy pulls my ass down on to her look. I feel her tongue against my balls. I keep them shaved for her. She licks them eagerly like a thaw ice cream cone. I lean forward resting on my forearms. My heavy dick is against her provide tit. My eye are fixed on her finger's breadth strumming her cum soaked clitoris, poking out from her ointment covered hood.

She opens her lip and takes my balls into her. She spits them out."Doesn't the pie looking good ? Don't you want to get a good spirit at it ?"Her right on hand is behind my vertebral column. She pulls my chest down on her. My font is inches from her cream covered cunt. I can smell her sweet sex mixed with the pungent, salt air aroma of semen. I've tasted and smelled my cum on her before. This was unlike. I've never smelled another man's cum before, let alone on Betsy. Her cunt mouth are unfold wide apart. By the looks of her puss she obviously had just been fucked ; but not by me. Her interior lips were also spread apart and her vagina was widely open. He must deliver pulled out while cumming in her and shot a few endure streams of cum on her. There are several chunk of dense white cum on her cut down bush above her clit and one on her second joint. There is a syndicate of juicy, Edward White cum filling her clear twat kettle of fish. It seems to be a mixture of sperm and her kitty juice. The rest of her snatch was glistening in a wet, lightly colored cream and succus. A small gabardine stream of juice leaked in run 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 elude me. Her lip is too in use sucking my balls to talk.

She gently sucks one of my glob and, with both of her custody behind my neck, pulls my human face onto her puss. My rim press into her cream covered muff. I push my conclude lip onto her give kitty-cat. The cream is affectionate and slippery ; the aroma new and heavenly. I feel the gelatin like cum being pushed by my lips. I kiss her slit lip with my closed mouthpiece. I lift my head to relish the view ; cum control stick to my mustache and forms strings of man juice to the hair of her trim back pubic landing landing strip. Then I open my rim and my tongue tastes her dulcet succus and the salty, lemony cum coating the surface area around her spread puss mouth. I ‘ m not bisexual or cuckhold ; but eating Betsy's pussy entire of mortal else's cum while she sucks my egg 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 open my mouth and appreciation the glistening mixture of their sex. Licking as I went, I touched the glob of Andrew Dickson White goo on her second joint with the tip of my tongue. It was pushed to the side by my tongue. I open my mouth and blow it in. It's still hot ; the taste is strong and salty. I do the same to the larger globs of seed above her clit. I suck them into my rima oris. I don't swallow them ; but let them roll in my mouth. next I fully probe her internal cunt rim. I bury my natural language into the pond of cum in her vagina. I swirl my natural language in her like a cocktail swizzle stick. Some of the cum is thick, white and creamy ; some is interracial with her cunt succus, clearer but still wily. I've never felt her cunt this juicy and glossy. I pull my fountainhead back, raise up her hips so I can lick the river of succus that runs to her ass. I flick her cum coated son of a bitch with the tip of my tongue. I lap up cum as my tongue heads back to her pussy. I tongue her clit through the thick, slippery cream coating it. I Gallic 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 clit I pick up speeding. The perceptiveness of the mixed cum is intoxicating. I feel as high as she did from the wine-colored. The thought of tasting another's cum never turned me on ; but seeing this boastfully load on and in Betsy was unlike. She always gets turned on when we fantasize about her doing 2 guy. She loves a dildo or vibrator in her pussy as she sucks me off. If I talk to her about taking 2 prick at once, she cums quickly and hard. She has always been too unsure to act on it. Now, although it's not 2 guy at once, it's 2, back to back. I don't know what prompted her over the edge ; but I liked it.

Suddenly she pushes my off of her."Do you need sloppy instant ? metre to screw me and add more than emollient to my pie !"she says.

Without answering, I turn and position my cock in front of her spread, ointment filled cunt. I lean into her and kiss her hard on her exposed mouth. The cum, still in my oral cavity, spills into hers. Our tongues wrestle and she tastes the salty elixir of her pussy juice and his cum. The head of my peter thrust into the cream pie and forces her cunt rim wider apart. I slide my hard cock deeper into her, slippery, ointment filled cunt. She gasps. I slowly pull out and thrust back in. Several more thrusts and cum is oozing from her, coating my dick and balls. I pull my sass from hers ; she swirls her cum drinkable with her tongue and swallows.

"sufficiency"she says and in an instant her pussy pulls from my peter. She spins around and guide my cum drenched cock into her open sassing. Her legs are bed cover spacious. Her pussy and second joint are soaked in a effervescent cream. I dive into her with my rima oris open wide. My mouth covers her spread pussy sass. I roll her on top of me. Cum is dripping on to and into my mouthpiece and coating my face. I savor this new observe tang of her succus. I've often eaten her kitty-cat filled with my cum. This taste sensation is similar, 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 firstly real waterlogged seconds. As I savored her emollient pie she licked and sucked my stiff hammer. She cleaned off every drop of the aphrodisiac succus miscellanea from my dick and balls.

I thrust my tongue deeper into her slipery slit, lapping up her juices. White cliff of cum still covered her ass and tornado. As I fucked her cunt with my natural language, I coated my right midway digit 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 poke of my knife in her twat, I slid my finger to the 1st marijuana cigarette, then the secondment. Her ventilation quickened and her tongue circled by balls. She lifted her ass and pushed my facial expression hard into her open mouth. 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 balls, her juicy pussy fucked by my tongue and her ass fucked by my cum soaked finger. This was intimate heaven. My load was set up to burst forth as she edged toward an coming. I could feel her cum against my mouth. Her ass clenched my finger and held it tight. She lifted her hips driving her puss against my hungry mouth.

Again she pushed me off. She pulled my pecker and positioned it against her parted cunt brim. She pulled me into her as she thrust her hip into me."satiate my cunt up again with more cum"she whispered."It felt sound 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 kitty, filling it with another, unlike ointment pie. I fucked her until I was vacate. She continued to fag her clit against me. My peter grew flabby. 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 caput 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 dissimilar feeling from his ”. I slid my chief to her snatch. It too was now coated in the cum from the 3 of us. My rooster was responding to her knife. Likewise, I replaced her digit on her clit with my lingua. It tasted dissimilar than before ; a new drink. My cum tasted saltier. I pulled her on top of my so that this drinkable would flow into my lip. I didn't want to spill a drop.

Betsy licked the pass of my dick and then the pecker. She then took my cock into her backtalk and sucked the last drop of my cum from my tool. I stiffened, my peter was responding to her. She sucked my tool and fucked it with her mouth. After a few minutes my dick was rock hard. She licked some cum from my balls, trading my straight cum with the 3 person mixture. She seemed to enjoy changing between the two savour.

Her articulatio coxae continued a wearisome rotation working her clit against my waiting mouth. She was picking up speed. Her hips moved faster and harder, grinding her clit into my mouth as she sucked my pecker harder, with my fucking her mouth faster. I don't know how foresightful it took but we both came again. She was bucking her cunt against me like a savage horse and I was fucking her sassing. She deep throated my entire cock. Each thrust of my stopcock buried into her throat as my balls slapped her aspect. She sucked me dry and I nearly passed out as she smothered my back talk and nose with her cum soaked pussy and ass. The feeling and taste were the estimable I've had.

As we slowed, I rolled her off of me. We were both spent. We lay drenched in sweat and cum. We both realized what happened at the same fourth dimension. We had sucked and fucked with crazy unconstraint, all the while the door to our room was wide open and our Edgar Guest were across the hall. I'm not surely if they enjoyed listening to us or joined in with their own party. We had been too busybodied to notice.

After a few arcminute 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 head to a new chapter. Time will tell .