This is the secondly in a serial publication of stories. To fully apprise this one, I suggest you read the first Betsy's Creampie - Rewritten.

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

It was showery and very warm this preceding weekend. We spent most of the fourth dimension on the covered back porch. Jeff had a beer while the girls drank their wine-colored. No one actually rundle of last weekend. It was almost as if it never happened. Lisa never let on that her husband fucked my wife. They acted as if it never happened. Jeff didn't even hint at the carnal pleasures her had with my married woman. I wondered if it was a former event, pushed to the back of everyone's mind. Forever to be thought of only when our minds drifted to those late, taboo sexual thoughts.

Both girls were braless, wore cooler tops and shorts that showed a lot of tanned, sexy peg. Betsy's top was yellow and topped with pink lace. If she leaned forward, the low neck drooped and you could see her pocket-size but perky tits. Lisa had a blue top. No lace and it was tighter. It didn't droop when she bent over ; but, her mammilla made a fine belief. Lisa has shoulder length grim hair. She is about the Lapp height, 5'5 ”, slightly backbreaking and her knocker are larger than Betsy's B-cups but they don't seem as perky. Jeff is a few inch taller than me ; with the Saame athletic flesh but weighed down.

The euphony was well and the beer and wine-colored flowed freely. Eventually I tried to conk out the sexual tension. As Betsy hang over, I made gossip about the slap-up view down her shirt. Later, when Lisa went by, Jeff would comment about Lisa's smashing peaks under her shirt to rise on. As the day progressed and the booze flowed, we started to make comments about each other's young lady as well as our own. Both girls played shy at beginning ; but then played into it and seemed to delight giving more opportunities for gossip. As we walked by each early, more brushing and touching took space. First it was Jeff and Lisa, then Betsy and me. Soon Betsy and Lisa seemed to face for chances to brush against each early's spouse.

Lisa asked me to go into the kitchen to help her open another bottle of wine. At the counter, as I reached around her to take the bottle, she backed into me. I reached my coat of arms around her to grasp the bottleful. She pulled it to her bureau, so my hands rested against her breast. With one hand she held the feeding bottle, with the other she took my hand and pushed it into her breast. She squeezed my right hand so that it squeezed her powerful tit. I felt her nipple as it grew hard. She pulled my manus away and together we opened the feeding bottle and poured another round.

We returned to the porch, I grabbed another beer for Jeff. We continued to verbalise and hear to the animated cartoon. Lisa got up to aline the radiocommunication ; Betsy walked over and picked up a shell of chips from the table. Jeff was sitting across from me. Lisa walked behind Jeff and began to massage his shoulders."Just what I needed, a message from a sexy noblewoman. Does it come with a glad ending ?"Betsy laughed as she walked by and"tripped"and fell into Jeff's lap. She didn't spill the chips ; but settled onto his lap.

"Do I get one too ?"Betsy said. She sat with her dorsum to him ; her legs spread outside of his. I immediately thought of the last time he was between her legs and of the monolithic cream pie he left there. As Jeff enjoyed his massage, he said,"of row you get one too"and began to rub Betsy's shoulder joint.

I sat across the deck and could see and enjoy the unhurt display. Lisa's hands wandered down his chest and she rubbed with one hand and pinched a teat with the other. Lisa gave me a wink. Betsy took another sip of vino as Jeff's hands explored more than her shoulder. First he moved to her back. After a short piece, his paw moved to her sides, from under her weapon to the exterior of her thigh. Lisa began to kiss and lap Jeff's cervix and ears as her hands explored his torso. Soon, Betsy leaned back allowing Jeff's script to accomplish the tops of her thighs and abdomen. Betsy took another sip of wine, closed her eyes and leaned all the way back against Jeff's chest. All three had their eyes closed, massaging each early to the round of the music. Soon Jeff's hands were stroking Betsy's inner thighs ; occasionally gently dragging across her privates. He kept his right deal between her branch and slowly moved his go out one to her chest. He massaged her upper berth pectus, and then let his fingers circle one breast, then the other.

No one said a Holy Scripture but everyone's ventilation seemed to get deeper. Lisa could no longer strive Jeff's bureau, so she rubbed Betsy's shoulders. Jeff grew bolder. As his result hand worked its conjuration over her chest, it slipped under her loose shirt. His hand slowly worked its way up and I could see him draw abstract around her mamilla with his fingers. Betsy was slowly rocking her hips back and forth ; her ass attrition into his crotch. Betsy's shortstop were pulled up tight against her pussy. I could see the outline of her sassing through the reduce fabric. Jeff's rightfulness paw stroked the edge of the thighs where it met her short pants. His hand was less than an inch from her pussy.

I enjoyed the appearance. Lisa must deliver grown tired of this or sensed that I craved attending too."Mind if I sit ?"she said. She walked to me and sat on my lap ; both of her legs to my left. This allowed her to stroke my chest and cervix. My one-half upright prick stiffened.

"What's fair is fair"I said as I rubbed Lisa's back with my right hand and traced round from her genu to the top of her shorts with my left hand. Lisa reached for her one-half full-of-the-moon glass. In one gulp, she finished the wine and placed the empty-bellied looking glass on the table. She turned and kissed me hard on the lips. In a moment, her tongue found my mouth and tongue. Her legs parted slightly. As we kissed, I could see Betsy and Jeff out of the corner of my eye.

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

Betsy pushed harder into him ; her ass ground against his cock."This tactile property familiar ; I wonder where have I felt this before ?"She said wistfully.

Jeff's right handwriting rubbed Betsy's crotch hard. Soon one, then two digit pushed the flimsy light textile to the side. He had destitute entree to her cunt. He seemed to be teasing her, not allowing wax penetration. Betsy's bridge player were between his legs. Jeff slid scummy in the chair, allowing her approach to his cock. As she slid, Jeff's hand could no longer reach her crotch so he undid the top button of her shorts and skid his fingers under the girdle. Soon, sec and third buttons were undone. Because he recently fucked her, he knew that her bush was cropped into a scant landing strip just above her clit and her sassing were shaved. I couldn't order how far his finger's breadth reached ; but Betsy was getting hotter and my shaft harder watching.

Betsy reached for her wine and took a big gulp. Normally shy, conservative Betsy pulled her armoured combat vehicle top completely off and dropped it to the pack of cards. She stood up, turned to Jeff. She spread his legs and dropped to her articulatio genus between them. Her shorts were low and loose around her hips and thighs ; showing the gap of her ass and tip of her cheeks. Her hands started massaging his chest and then worked down to his shorts. Betsy pulled the clit open and ripped the zip fastener down. She tugged the short pants from under his ass and then off. She dropped them by her tank top. His circumcised dick was fully erect. It seemed yearner than mine ; maybe seven or 7 1/2 inches but definitely not as thick. The heading was stumpy, the Lapplander diameter as his light beam. He didn't cut his bush or shave his formal. Betsy wrapped her hand around the shaft and slowly started to stroke it."This does see familiar"she growled. Betsy kissed and licked his interior thigh ; her center fixed on his prick. She was having some problem with the hair from his balls in her mouth. She pulled a fuzz from her lip, the continued to lick his balls.

As far as I know, Betsy hadn't been with another fan since we were married until Jeff fucked her and creamed her cunt a few hebdomad ago. In the past, we talked about it, fantasized and role played about her with 2 or 3 prick. I've never seen her with another lover ; man or woman. This was scary, violent and very exciting. What would she do ? What would she try ? Would she do the matter she does to me or try something dissimilar ? Would Lisa and I join or just be voyeur ? In our fantasies, Betsy always let the other devotee ( dildo or vibrator ) fuck her pussy or ass. She said that she wouldn't suck another cock or get down his freight ; that was too"personal"and saved her blowjobs for me. Betsy was very see at giving head. She must have practiced all of her life before she met me. She gives the best blow line of work that I ever had and often sucks my cock dry ; swallowing every drop. That seemed to be changing before my eye. Would she blow him ? Would she let him cum in her sass ? Would she swallow up his onus ? Is it a new door curtain raising ? Would there be others ?

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

Lisa turned and straddled my legs with her back to me as Betsy had sat on Jeff's. Taking a cue from them I ran my script over her bosom. I could feel her rigid nipples through the fabric. Lisa's ass terra firma hard against my hammer. A idea flashed through my mind."Does she like anal ?"Betsy and I have tried it. My cock has always been too chummy for her. She often likes my fingers and clapper around her ass and sometimes in it. My compensate hand moved to Lisa's legs, thighs and the bottom of her trunks. It's tight against her cunt. I ran my finger around her thighs and up and down her pussy through her underdrawers. The privates of her short was damp.

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

"Are you enjoying this as much as I am ?"Betsy said. Her left hand rubbed her moist slit. She spread her juices, coating her tight slit. Betsy turned to Jeff ;"I want you to fuck me !"She turned, spread her legs and inched her way back to Jeff. His stopcock stood fully put up. She lowered herself onto his backbreaking hammer. She braced herself on the arm of the chair with one script. With the former she held Jeff's prick and rubbed the head against her wet slit, coating it with her juices."Give me that turncock now ”. Even with lube, it's backbreaking to slue my cock into Betsy's cunt. It takes a while to spread her internal snatch. She lowered herself onto Jeff's prick. She didn't hesitate. She closed her eyes, let out a whispered sigh and lowered herself in one motility until he was fully in her ; his testicle tight to her clit. Maybe because his cock wasn't as thick that it slid in so easily. Maybe she was really wet and primed. I don't know. All I know is that the excess length of his turncock didn't slow her pile. She took it all and impaled her bitch on his dick. She doesn't often ride my tool in a reversion cowgirl position ; but it was stark for this. Lisa and I got to see her cheek, tits and cunt while she was getting fucked.

It's not often that a man can watch another man fuck his own married woman. There was something perversely ill-timed ; but very exciting to catch. I stared at Betsy's unfold purulent brim, split extensive by Jeff's throbbing penis. I never seen Betsy even making out with anyone or getting felt up before. Now I was watching her nooky Jeff. I've never had this view of Betsy having sex. Even watching ourselves in the mirror didn't get me this grueling. Any shyness she ever had disappeared.

They sat motionless enjoying the first, deep incursion of her hot cunt. Jeff's bridge player were on her tits ; cupping them. Betsy's heart were fixed on Lisa while her hands were between her leg, holding Jeff's Lucille Ball.

"fuck me, hump me"Betsy repeated. Lisa and I watched with fascination as his long cock disappeared fully into her incision and then reappeared. Betsy's twat easily devoured the full moon length of his cock as he thrust it into her. Again she lowered herself onto his manhood. She let out a easy moan as he fully penetrated her. She rolled her hips, swirling his dick in her tight, wet gob. Her juices flowed from her pussy. Her back talk glistened with the juice from her love hole as a few cliff ran across his balls.

While they began to fuck, united with his cock deep in her, I let my hands explore Lisa. I haven't felt up another woman since before Betsy and I were married. I was tingly, almost like a Virgo the Virgin. I pulled Lisa's shirt over her head ; she helped and let it drop. Her tits were turgid and sagged more than I imagined. Her tits were white, her ring of color expectant and light up brown and her tit were the Saame brown color. Her pap were vauntingly and hard ; the size of a pencil eraser. My helping hand unbuttoned her trunks and I pulled the zipper apart. My right hand cupped her right tit. The fingers of my left hand easily slid into her loosened trunks. My fingers reached her bush. Like Betsy, she seems to trim it. Her pubic pilus was closely cropped. It seemed to shape a triangle ; the top wider and the undersurface narrow and seemed to luff at her clit. I slid my allow hand over her button to her pussy. Her sassing were shaved and her cunt was soaked in her succus. Dipping my digit in her wet, slippery sex juice, I stroked her lips upward cashbox I reached her button. I parted the toughie and coated Lisa's clit with her own juices. My properly hired man massaged one tit, then the other. I teased her titty and saved her nipples till later. Her eubstance wasn't as fit as Betsy's but it was new and unlike. My prick throbbed against Lisa's ass. She leaned back against my bureau. I kissed and licked her cervix and capitulum. My left middle finger's breadth slowly worked her puss succus on to her clit."Keep going"she said as her ass squirmed and her legs spread wider. Her shorts slid down a few inch ; it confirmed my impression of her bush. It was drear, closely cropped and in the grade of an upside down triangle pointing to her clit. She was getting wetter and was letting out a slight moan. She didn't try to remove her trunks, so I continued to rub down her soft tits and hard, wet clit."finger love me"Lisa moaned.

Betsy massaged Jeff's balls and started to slowly rock her hips, rotating her pussy on his prick. She rubbed his balls against her clit. Jeff was watching me fingering his married woman. He had a smile on his face. Was it from the shtup that Betsy was giving him or watching his hot wife enjoying herself with another man ? He was slowly massaging Betsy's tits and pinching her pap. Their tempo increased and we heard some strangle moans ; probably from both of them. Neither had their eyes open any more, they were lost in their own blissful sexcapade. Could it be another declamatory cream pie for Betsy ? It seems like I would soon know.

Lisa was content with my deal on her. Her ass ground against my cock and she stroked my second joint ; but she made no travail to go further. Lisa's centre were glued to Jeff's cock as it was splitting Betsy'cunt. I hadn't had sex with anyone but Betsy in over 30 years. However, I was message with this new experience. I was massaging Lisa's mammilla and fingering her cunt as Betsy was fucking Lisa's husband in front of us.

I'm not sure who started to cum first, Betsy or Jeff. Soon she was bouncing up and down, taking his prick almost fully out of her twat before dropping hard on it till her clit hit his lump. Her left paw rubbed her clitoris back and forth. Her proper hand steadied herself and she bounced faster and faster. Soon they were both cumming hard in noisy ecstasy. They continued cumming for what seemed like 10 minute. His tweed cum oozed from her puss in a thick, bubbling lather. They slowed to a stop with his cock fully in her wet cunt.

Lisa was hot ; but I teased and slowed to keep her from going over the bound to orgasm. Suddenly Jeff pushed Betsy to her foot. He took her by the paw to the living way rug. He lay on his cover with his knee up and, with Betsy facing him, pulled her to her genu, above his face. This week he was going to banquet on her pick pie. Lisa and I could barely see them. Lisa leaned forward and stood up. My fingers almost got nonplus in her pussy. As she stood up, she let her short-circuit free fall to the story. Lisa reached for my mitt, dripping wet from her juice, and led me to the life way. I expected her to continue to watch and maybe sit on my lap. Lisa loosened my boxers and pulled them down and off. My cock was hard ; however I wasn't sure what she really wanted. Lisa faced Jeff, dropped to her articulatio genus between Jeff's knees. She still had my paw and pulled me down behind her. Lisa bent down on all fours, reached between her ramification with her properly manus and grabbed my put up tool.

"As they say, what's funfair is fairish. Fuck me"She said as she pulled my rooster to her dripping wet kitty-cat and rubbed it against her to lube me up. Then she guided me into her puss. She was tight and I pressed until the head was past her lips. Lisa bent forward toward Jeff's rooster. It was half erect and coated in a creamy mixture of his cum and Betsy's cunt juices. She started to lick his balls as Betsy had done.

What a pot this was. I was on my knees, fucking Lisa, Jeff's wife, pooch style, Lisa licking Jeff's cock and lapping the combination of his cum and Betsy's kitty-cat juice and Jeff, licking his own cum from Betsy's creamy, cream pie cunt.

watching Jeff and Betsy turned me on more than any porno movie I've ever seen. Watching him fill her kitty-cat with his sperm cell as they both orgasmed was glorious. Now I got to watch her creamy kitty eaten by the man who filled her. As Betsy knelt above his face I could see his cum dripping from her into his backtalk. His tongue reached upward, probing, hunting for Thomas More of their sweet nectar. Betsy would lower herself onto his tongue then overstretch up, leaving a rope of cum uniting them. Jeff devoured it quickly.

Lisa was no slouch in the BJ section. She licked Jeff's balls and putz, then seemed to deep pharynx his articulated lorry erect 7"hammer with no endeavour. Jeff's mouth knew its way around a kitty-cat and seemed comfortable and eager to eat the cream pie he baked in Betsy's hot grab. Betsy was rocking her cunt back and Forth River into Jeff's mouthpiece and her bridge player were massaging her own tit.

Lisa's bitch was still very tight. My rock intemperate cock couldn't push Sir Thomas More than the head into her drippage pickle. She pushed against my dick but it couldn't be forced in. I took my cock into my hand and pushed it up and down her pussy from her button to her ass, coating it in her juices ; then tried to enter. No luck.

Jeff was hard again. Lisa had good oral proficiency. Lisa reached between her legs and wrapped her hand around my shaft. Then, to my surprise, she positioned the brain against her asshole."Fuck my ass"She said as she pushed back and, it started to slew in. The head slid in and I stopped to see her reaction. Lisa pushed harder, ramming my cock into her ass until my Lucille Ball hit her clitoris.

"God !"Lisa gasped"You're so thick ; you're going to carve up my ass wide of the mark unfastened ”.

Betsy heard that, turned and smiled at me.

Once in, I reached around and found Lisa's wet clitoris with my right bridge player and her left mammilla with the other. Her answer was immediate. She racked her hip joint and my cock would attract out slightly then plunge into her sweet ass."ass me…. piece of ass me ”. She started slowly and gained momentum."devote my mingy ass a good hard fucking"

Jeff pushed Betsy back from his face. I think he was being smothered. He pushed her back until her bitch was against his turncock. He wanted to have sex her again. Lisa pushed harder into me. Her lip gave way to Betsy's grab. Betsy slowly lowered herself onto Jeff's 7"dick until it was again buried deep in her. This time, his balls were blind drunk against her sweet ass."Fuck my cunt"Betsy said as she bounced up and down riding his pecker as he squeezed her tits. She braced her bridge player on his thorax to help keep the regular recurrence.

Lisa was tightlipped to cumming. She pounded her ass against me and my nut hit my digit on her clitoris. She let out a long, loud moan as she came, I exploded my first load deep into her ass. Soon she pressed my digit against her button to intercept the action. Her bucking slowed as I got softer.

Hearing Lisa cum pushed Jeff over the edge. He let out a growl as he filled Betsy with her back creamy load of the day. Betsy didn't cum again but slowed as he must have grown indulgent. Lisa pulled her ass away from my shaft. She had a overnice cream pie dripping from her ass down to her kitty. She scooted on her knees and straddled Jeff's head. She wanted Jeff to eat my anal cream pie filling.

Betsy turned to me. She took my hand and crawled to the couch. Betsy lay on her spine with one foot on the coffee tree table and one on the base. Her slit mouth were extensive open up and a large dollop of cum filled the nihility. She pulled me closer then guided my head between her open snatch sass. The scent was strong. The feel of his endorse warhead of pungent, sticky bloodless cum combine with her sweet pussy juice filled my nostrils. I was apprehensive. Sometimes I don't want to savour pick after I've cum. Would it be as expert as the first of his cream pies that I ate ? Just as before, I kissed her clit and cunt with a shut mouth. I felt his affectionate load against my backtalk and boldness. Betsy's cunt was slippery in cum. She liked the feeling and I continued to kiss her from clitoris to ass."Eat me ; eat my fucking cum filled cunt. try our cum"Eat every drop of his cum from my fucking cunt hole ”.

Jeff must have been doing a practiced job. Lisa was rubbing her cunt and ass all over Jeff's face ; his hands on her tits. I could hear him slurping up my consignment as he ate Lisa's ass and kitty. The more he ate, the more than she talked."Eat my ass. lap up every free fall of cum from my dirty hole. He stretched my mean ass and filled it for you to eat. Bury your tongue in my cum filled hole."She was getting louder as she approached another orgasm. Lisa turned and began to 69 with Jeff."Betsy's puss juice tastes good with your cum"she said as she sucked his cock deep in her throat.

I could see Lisa's ass and cunt as Jeff ate her out. I opened my back talk and licked Betsy's cum soaked clit. The taste was just as before. The gustatory modality was salty, tangy and sticky as I slowly lapped up the cream. I took a finger's breadth and coated it with cum. I began to slide it into her ass as my puss eating intensified. I lost sense of what I was doing. I started to eat her cream pie like a starving man. I didn't just crusade the cum against her give kitty-cat ; I gulped the cum and sucked on her clit and lips ; my finger fucked her besotted ass. Betsy was arching her backrest and grinding her pussycat into my face and mouthpiece. I heard both Lisa and Betsy cumming as they were both being eaten. The both squealed as the came ; their hips grinding their cream Proto-Indo European into us. Soon both young woman stopped. Betsy pulled my drumhead and held it tight against her bitch but stopped the movement. Lisa collapsed on Jeff and they both lay motionless. All four of us rested our sexually spent consistency. The four of us lay motionless, breathing in the redolence of hot sex.

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