Betsy and I are at the lake waiting for another duet, Jeff and Lisa. We met them live on year. They are exchangeable in age and embodiment as we are. They arrive and we sit on the terrace having a drink while we catch up on late upshot.

Lisa is sitting to my right. She is wearing a ashen blouse that clit down the front and a pair of short pink shorts. The top few push button are undone ; the one in the middle of her chest is straining to hold her shirt closed. She turns towards me and leans forward to accent a point about her job. Her shirt hangs open showing a very noticeable tan line plunging between her breasts. The four-way conversation continues without much flash.

I got up to get some snack and Lisa follows me into the kitchen. As we cut up tall mallow and arrange banger on a disk she brushes against me. I think nothing of it until it happens several more 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 seats and nibble up on the conversation. Lisa's chair is now a little closer to mine. She adjusts herself and I am getting an even adept prospect of her tan line. Jeff made some comment and Betsy cracks a one-liner and we all laugh. Lisa leans in to me and comments on how funny Betsy is. As she leans in, her shirt opens a little more and her brown, right areola and teat are clearly visible against her milky ashen tit. I feel my cock 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 anything.

Lisa wants to get out on the lake and hold a boat ride. We all go privileged and alteration. Betsy has on a tankini, Lisa a icteric one bit with a plunging neck. Betsy's top has a blue devil pattern and the V-neck that drops down nicely between her tit. Her blue shorts show off her nicely bronze branch.

We begin to cruise around the lake, continuing our conversation, enjoying the sun and getting very warm up. Lisa want to float. We pull into a partially secluded cove and drop curtain ground tackle. There are a few boats out on the main lake ; but we're the alone boat in the cove.

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

Lisa asks if the water is warm. I open a door and gravel my foot 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 button me in !"I put my hand on her shoulder, her tegument is warm 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 throw a raft to drift on. Lisa says yes but Jeff replies he isn't quick to float. Betsy also will wait.

Lisa stands at the top of the ladder. She tries to position the raft so she can get on without getting too wet. She tries to go down facing forward, then backwards. The raft is getting the substantially of her. As she leans toward the water to spatial relation the raft, her sunglasses begging to fall. She catches them and turns to manus them to me so I can safely hive away them. As she does, Another belittled press malfunction ; another nip-slip. It's a small slip but she knows that I saw it. Lisa flashes me a coy smile. She maneuvers onto the wad. I follow on my raft.

We swam for a patch, floating on the floaties, soaking up electron beam. We drift and float continuing our conversation. I see Betsy and Jeff sitting and chatting on the front end bench prat together while the music plays. A gentle duck soup pushes 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 hard to take heed each early. I paddle to her. She grabs my raft and twist us together. Her nous is at my substructure and visa versa. I hold her raft too, every once and awhile, a wafture from a boat on the independent lake passing by breaks over the raft and startles her. The cold water system on her dresser raises her nipples. I notice that her washup suit is riding up her crotch. It's tight against her and the body of water helps to show the outline of her twat. Her lips are obtrusive ; no preindication of a bush. I'm sure as shooting she catches me staring at her. Occasionally she adjusts her suit, but only makes it more instruct against her skin. Watching her wet, aphrodisiacal body is turning me on. Only the cold water keeps my cock from standing at attending.

Lisa reaches under my mass and rubs against my leg."oh, sorry, I didn't mean to snaffle 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 glance 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 fourth dimension I look at them. Their implements of war are resting on the back of the rear end shock absorber, almost embracing.

After almost an hr on the heaps, Lisa tells me she is getting cold-blooded 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 piffling worry getting off the raft and onto the ladder. I gently reach forward, hold the ladder with one deal and button her hip with the other. As she climbs up, I get another dandy view of her ass and puss covered only by the thin, wet fabric.

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

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

Jeff and I both have our shirts off. Everyone is air drying and basking in the sun. Both girls have pulled the straps off or to the side during the day to remove virtually of the tan railway line. Neither young lady was topless but the wine-coloured made them less touch on if a shoulder strap dropped a little low.

Then we sat around listening to tunes and chatting.

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

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

Jeff quickly responded,"wellspring how much are you worth ? What are your rate ?"

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

With that, everyone outburst out laughing and had another deglutition. The sun, the lake, the melodic line and the hard drink are making everyone loose.

Betsy, in the front of the boat plopped down on the bench ass again succeeding to Jeff. I started the engine and Lisa sat in the rear across the aisle from me and curled up in the reclining frame seat facing me. She closed her heart, pulled the strap of her top down, further than before and I think, and showed off a piffling tit for me.

Then we rode around the lake for a modification of rate. Betsy and Jeff were up figurehead giggling and I couldn't make out much of their talking due to the noise of the locomotive. She had her back against the cushion, her infantry on the deck. Gradually, I notice she had one foot on the deck, the other on the bench. Her leg were spread open. 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 stage, and possibly on her thigh.

Lisa shifted in the derriere, a bit suggestively,"The sun feels trade good, and Mmmm I feel really good."Lisa said as rolled to her back and spread her leg to display her internal thigh. This was making it intemperately for me to concentrate on driving the gravy holder. In my nous, her mannerism were getting sexier. She shifted, her right hand rested suggestively on her lower stomach and left hand reached out toward me.

Between the two girls, I was getting horny and my turncock a fiddling chubby.

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

A few arcminute passed."My lawsuit is almost dry, but I'm wet."She said as she pulled at the fabric of her cause near her stomach. It pulled miserly and away from her skin. For a few second, the elastic around her legs pulled away and exposed a thin strip of her dark President George W. Bush. Then I looked into her eyes. She gave a coy short smile then she looked toward my crotch. I think she noticed that she had made my rooster stiff."You seem to be enjoying this as much as I am."She said.

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

I nervously glanced at Betsy. We had never crossed this bank line and I was trusted 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 thought of Betsy sucking and fucking mortal else was a tour on for both of us ; but a footling scary. She always said that, if I wanted, she would do it a guy ; but not suck him off. Betsy loved making cream pies with me and the opinion of her snatch filled with someone else's cream turned her on and made me curious. Giving former Guy BJ's was ‘ too personal'for her and she saved her mouth for me only. She gives great blowjobs and I tease her that she should give object lesson to her protagonist so they can please their lovers.

I saw that Betsy has slid down the couch ; she was almost savourless on her back with her promontory slightly propped up. One leg was on the bench behind Jeff and the former wall hanging over with her foundation on the deck. Jeff was facing her with his leg bent grass and knee joint toward her. Her privates was pressed against his knee. Her blue-blooded short rode up her legs'barely covering her pussy. Her eye 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 covetous of how"well-fixed"she was getting with Jeff. It didn't matter ; the two lady friend were getting me hornier by the minute.

After 2 hours on the lake, Betsy announces"we're getting 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 cock needed female person attention.

The misstep back was a little more than of the same. Betsy and Jeff having a common soldier 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 household. I can find out them laughing as they go up the stairs. I refill the boat with gas, put away the floaties and put the cover on the sauceboat. It takes about 25 or 30 min before I can lead 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 guide care of me.

I go in the back door and can hear the cascade run, I see Lisa going into Edgar Albert Guest bedroom. She has a towel wrapped half way around her, showing lots of leg and a little ass. She smiles and gives me a piddling 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 pass on me a endorsement tone. All of the flirting in the gravy boat seems to be leading to nothing.

I dropped my shirt on the floor, pour a shabu of water, take a draft and climb up the step. I reach the top and round the street corner into our sleeping accommodation. Then to my surprise….

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

The covers are hanging to the floor. Her oral sex is propped on the pillow. She is looking at me and smiling. The left over strap of her cooler top is pulled down exposing her blank, left breast. It is stern white against her tan chest. Her nipple is tumid. The blue shorts are on the floor. She has her will leg bent with the genu in the air. Her right leg is spread apart on the bed. Her left helping hand is between her legs. Her fingers, shaved purulent lips and thighs are coated in midst, white cum ; a perfect cream-pie. Her fingers are circling her clitoris, 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 turncock ; but she never could get past the bedroom fancy. We've played"who would you fuck"in measure but never past the supposititious phase. Now her pussy was coated in somebody else's cum.

With her right handwriting she motions me."come here. Dessert for you and more cooking for me ”. I slowly approach the side of the bed. My turncock has rigidifying and she reaches toward me. She wraps her hand around my stiff cock through my washup suit. After a few accident, she pulls at the waist band and said,"It's clip to unwrap the adjacent ingredient"; I help push them to the floor.

She wraps her hand around the swollen putz and pulls the head to her sassing."Time to prepare the following track"She said as she licks the head like a lollypop. My optic are glued to the erotic panorama, her digit working the cream pie on to her button. I may have mumbled ; but surely couldn't get the dustup out. Betsy's correctly deal is firmly clenched around the scape of my cock. She pulls me on to the bed and I straddle her head, never taking my middle off of her ointment soaked purulent. I kneel over her head facing her aphrodisiac snap. My get out hired man reaches for her bare left tit. I slowly draw a R-2 around her tit with my finger. I pinch her tit ; gently at first, then harder. She tenses at the soupcon. My eye still glued to her cream pie.

Betsy pulls my ass down on to her typeface. I feel her tongue against my balls. I keep them shaved for her. She licks them eagerly like a melting ice cream cone. I lean forward resting on my forearms. My hard cock is against her left tit. My eyes are fixed on her finger's breadth strumming her cum soaked clit, poking out from her cream covered hood.

She opens her mouth and takes my ballock into her. She spits them out."Doesn't the pie looking at good ? Don't you want to get a good look at it ?"Her right on hand is behind my back. She pulls my chest down on her. My face is inches from her ointment covered puss. I can smell her sweet-flavored sex mixed with the pungent, Strategic Arms Limitation Talks air aroma of seminal fluid. 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 bedcover wide apart. By the looks of her pussy she obviously had just been fucked ; but not by me. Her inner lip were also circulate apart and her vagina was wide opened. He must sustain pulled out while cumming in her and shot a few last flow of cum on her. There are several globs of thick Andrew Dickson White cum on her crop President George W. Bush above her clit and one on her thigh. There is a pool of juicy, white cum filling her undecided bitch hole. It seems to be a mixture of sperm and her pussy juice. The relief of her catch was glistening in a wet, lightly colored cream and juice. A small white flow 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 encumbrance when he came in her puss.

Word of God still break away me. Her rima oris is too interfering sucking my orb to talk.

She gently sucks one of my orb and, with both of her mitt behind my neck, wrench my cheek onto her pussy. My lips press into her cream covered fumble. I push my close up mouth onto her open kitty. The cream is warm up and slippery ; the perfume new and heavenly. I feel the jelly like cum being pushed by my sass. I kiss her snatch rim with my conclude mouth. I lift my head to enjoy the view ; cum peg to my mustache and forms string of man juice to the hair of her trim back pubic landing strip. Then I open my brim and my tongue tastes her sweet juices and the salty, tangy cum coating the area around her banquet cunt rim. I ‘ m not bisexual or cuckhold ; but eating Betsy's pussy full of mortal else's cum while she sucks my balls was strangely erotic and a turn-on."Delicious"was all I could say.

Her rima oris conclusion on my ball sack and she sucks more forcefully. I open my mouth and taste sensation the glistening mixture of their sex. Licking as I went, I touched the glob of white goo on her second joint with the tip of my natural language. It was pushed to the side by my glossa. I open my oral fissure and breastfeed it in. It's still hot ; the predilection is strong and salty. I do the like to the larger lump of semen above her clit. I suck them into my rima oris. I don't swallow them ; but let them roll in my mouth. future I fully probe her inner cunt sassing. I bury my tongue into the pool of cum in her vagina. I swirl my tongue in her like a cocktail swizzle stick. Some of the cum is thick, white and creamy ; some is mix with her cunt juice, clearer but still crafty. I've never felt her cunt this juicy and slick. I pull my chief back, raise up her hips so I can lick the river of juice that runs to her ass. I flick her cum coated whoreson with the tip of my tongue. I lap up cum as my tongue point back to her slit. I tongue her clit through the thick, slippery pick coating it. I French kiss her pussy as I tongue her from her clit to her ass again. My tongue slowly circles her clit, 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 speed. The discernment of the mixed cum is intoxicating. I feel as high gear 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 different. She always gets turned on when we fantasize about her doing 2 guy cable. She loves a dildo or vibrator in her kitty-cat as she sucks me off. If I talk to her about taking 2 cocks at once, she cums quickly and firmly. She has always been too timid to act on it. Now, although it's not 2 guys at once, it's 2, back to endorse. I don't know what prompted her over the edge ; but I liked it.

Suddenly she pushes my off of her."Do you require sloppy moment ? meter to hump me and add more cream to my pie !"she says.

Without answering, I turn and position my dick in front line of her counterpane, ointment filled cunt. I lean into her and buss her hard on her open back talk. The cum, still in my mouth, spills into hers. Our knife wrestle and she tastes the salty philosopher's stone of her pussy juice and his cum. The head of my cock pushes into the cream pie and forces her cunt back talk wider apart. I slide my hard tool deeper into her, slippery, cream filled cunt. She gasps. I slowly pull out and thrust back in. Several Sir Thomas More drive and cum is oozing from her, coating my cock and orchis. I pull my mouth from hers ; she swirls her cum drink with her spit and swallows.

"enough"she says and in an instant her pussy pulls from my stopcock. She spins around and guides my cum drenched rooster into her open mouth. Her legs are go around wide. Her twat and thighs are soaked in a frothy cream. I dive into her with my mouth open wide. My oral cavity covers her spread kitty sassing. I roll her on top of me. Cum is dripping on to and into my oral cavity and coating my nerve. I savor this new found flavor of her juices. I've often eaten her pussy filled with my cum. This taste is interchangeable, but dissimilar. I don't know if it was because I was happy that she finally fulfilled her hole-and-corner desire to fuck someone else or because it was her and my first real sloppy secondment. As I savored her cream pie she licked and sucked my stiff cock. She cleaned off every drop of the aphrodisiac juice mixture from my peter and balls.

I thrust my tongue deeper into her slipery kitty, lapping up her succus. White drops of cum still covered her ass and crack cocaine. As I fucked her cunt with my tongue, I coated my decently center digit in his cum. Then I slid my slippery digit up, circled her ass and gently slid the tip of it in. She must have liked it, she sucked my orb harder. Timing the thrust of my natural language in her kitty-cat, I slid my finger to the 1st articulatio, then the endorsement. Her ventilation revive and her spit circled by globe. She lifted her ass and pushed my face hard into her spread lips. My cum soaked finger worked in and out, ever so slightly deeper until it was fully buried in her ass as she was rocking back and forth, 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's breadth. This was intimate heaven. My load was prepare to detonate as she edged toward an coming. I could finger her cum against my oral fissure. Her ass clenched my finger and held it tight. She lifted her hips driving her cunt against my hungry mouth.

Again she pushed me off. She pulled my cock and positioned it against her parted cunt lips. She pulled me into her as she thrust her hips into me."fulfil my puss up again with more cum"she whispered."It felt good when he filled me, now I want to find you meet 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 travail her clit against me. My putz grew subdued. 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 juices from the 3 of us off the capitulum. She said"Let's see if your cum has dissimilar feeling from his ”. I slid my head to her snatch. It too was now coated in the cum from the 3 of us. My cock was responding to her tongue. Likewise, I replaced her fingerbreadth on her clit with my natural language. It tasted unlike than before ; a new drink. My cum tasted saltier. I pulled her on top of my so that this potable would fall into my oral fissure. I didn't want to spill a drop.

Betsy licked the psyche of my cock and then the shaft. She then took my rooster into her backtalk and sucked the lowest free fall of my cum from my turncock. I stiffened, my shaft was responding to her. She sucked my cock and fucked it with her lip. After a few bit my cock was rock concentrated. She licked some cum from my clump, trading my straight cum with the 3 person miscellany. She seemed to savour changing between the two flavour.

Her coxa continued a dense revolution working her button against my waiting mouth. She was picking up speed. Her pelvic girdle moved faster and harder, grinding her clit into my mouth as she sucked my putz harder, with my fucking her mouth faster. I don't know how tenacious it took but we both came again. She was bucking her puss against me like a barbaric horse and I was fucking her mouth. She deep throated my entire cock. Each thrust of my turncock buried into her throat 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 olfactory modality and taste were the best I've had.

As we slowed, I rolled her off of me. We were both exhausted. We lay drenched in sweat and cum. We both realized what happened at the same clip. We had sucked and fucked with wild abandon, all the while the door to our room was wide of the mark open and our guests were across the hall. I'm not certain if they enjoyed listening to us or joined in with their own company. We had been too engaged to notice.

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