This is the second in a series of storey. To fully appreciate this one, I suggest you read the 1st 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 bitch into a large, sexy cream pie. Now they were back and I wondered what hullabaloo was in fund for her and us.

It was rainy and very warm this past weekend. We spent most of the fourth dimension on the covered back porch. Jeff had a beer while the miss drank their wine. No one actually spoke of final 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 trace at the carnal pleasures her had with my wife. I wondered if it was a onetime event, pushed to the vertebral column of everyone's judgment. Forever to be thought of only when our idea drifted to those cryptic, taboo sexual thoughts.

Both young woman were braless, wore tank top side and trunks that showed a lot of tanned, aphrodisiac ramification. Betsy's top was yellow and topped with pink lace. If she leaned forward, the low neck drooped and you could see her small but perky knocker. Lisa had a blue top. No lace and it was tighter. It didn't droop when she bent over ; but, her nipples made a okay imprint. Lisa has shoulder distance black hair. She is about the Lapp acme, 5'5 ”, slightly heavier and her nipple are larger than Betsy's B-cups but they don't seem as perky. Jeff is a few inches taller than me ; with the like athletic build but heavier.

The euphony was good and the beer and wine flowed freely. Eventually I tried to break the intimate tension. As Betsy bent grass over, I made comments about the great view down her shirt. Later, when Lisa went by, Jeff would comment about Lisa's great apex under her shirt to climb on. As the day progressed and the John Barleycorn flowed, we started to make comments about each other's girls as well as our own. Both girls played shy at inaugural ; but then played into it and seemed to revel giving more opportunities for commentary. As we walked by each other, more brushing and touching took place. first base it was Jeff and Lisa, then Betsy and me. Soon Betsy and Lisa seemed to look for luck to brush against each early's spouse.

Lisa asked me to go into the kitchen to help her exposed another bottle of wine-coloured. At the counter, as I reached around her to take the bottleful, she backed into me. I reached my sleeve around her to grasp the bottle. She pulled it to her chest, so my manpower rested against her teat. With one hand she held the nursing bottle, with the other she took my hand and pushed it into her tits. She squeezed my the right way hired man so that it squeezed her correct tit. I felt her nipple as it grew hard. She pulled my hired hand 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 mouth and listen to the toons. Lisa got up to correct the radio ; Betsy walked over and picked up a photographic plate of french fries from the table. Jeff was sitting across from me. Lisa walked behind Jeff and began to knead his shoulders."Just what I needed, a subject matter from a sexy lady. Does it come with a happy ending ?"Betsy laughed as she walked by and"tripped"and fell into Jeff's lap. She didn't spill the splintering ; but settled onto his lap.

"Do I get one too ?"Betsy said. She sat with her spinal column to him ; her pegleg diffuse outside of his. I immediately thought of the last time he was between her pegleg and of the monumental pick pie he left there. As Jeff enjoyed his massage, he said,"of course you get one too"and began to rub Betsy's shoulder.

I sat across the deck and could see and relish the unhurt show. Lisa's hands wandered down his chest and she rubbed with one hand and pinched a nipple with the other. Lisa gave me a wink. Betsy took another sip of wine as Jeff's men explored more than her shoulders. First he moved to her back. After a short while, his hands moved to her slope, from under her arms to the exterior of her thighs. Lisa began to kiss and lick Jeff's neck and pinna as her helping hand explored his body. Soon, Betsy leaned back allowing Jeff's deal to contact the tops of her thighs and stomach. 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 rhythm of the euphony. Soon Jeff's men were stroking Betsy's inner thighs ; occasionally gently dragging across her crotch. He kept his justly bridge player between her legs and slowly moved his left one to her chest. He massaged her upper chest, and then let his fingers circle one breast, then the former.

No one said a word but everyone's breathing seemed to get cryptic. Lisa could no longer hit Jeff's chest, so she rubbed Betsy's shoulders. Jeff grew bolder. As his lead hand worked its magic over her chest, it slipped under her loose shirt. His handwriting slowly worked its way up and I could see him suck outline around her tit with his fingers. Betsy was slowly rocking her hips back and Forth ; her ass grinding into his crotch. Betsy's boxershorts were pulled up tight against her pussy. I could see the outline of her lips through the slim framework. Jeff's the right way hand stroked the edge of the thighs where it met her shorts. His hand was to a lesser extent than an column inch from her pussy.

I enjoyed the display. Lisa must own grown tired of this or sensed that I craved attention 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 neck. My half erect turncock stiffened.

"What's bazaar is bonnie"I said as I rubbed Lisa's back with my right helping hand and traced circuit from her knee joint to the top of her shorts with my left field. Lisa reached for her half broad methamphetamine. In one gulping, she finished the wine and placed the vacuous glassful on the table. She turned and kissed me hard on the lips. In a moment, her tongue found my sass and lingua. Her wooden leg 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 mammilla were rock strong.

Betsy pushed harder into him ; her ass terra firma against his turncock."This tone conversant ; I wonder where have I felt this before ?"She said wistfully.

Jeff's right handwriting rubbed Betsy's crotch hard. Soon one, then two finger's breadth pushed the flimsy poor material to the side. He had free admission to her cunt. He seemed to be teasing her, not allowing full insight. Betsy's paw were between his legs. Jeff slid downcast in the chair, allowing her entree to his cock. As she slid, Jeff's hand could no longer reach her crotch so he undid the top push of her short pants and slue his finger's breadth under the waistband. Soon, second and third push button were undone. Because he recently fucked her, he knew that her bush was cropped into a suddenly landing place strip just above her clit and her sassing were shaved. I couldn't tell how far his fingers reached ; but Betsy was getting hotter and my hammer harder watching.

Betsy reached for her wine-colored and took a big draught. Normally shy, conservative Betsy pulled her tank top completely off and dropped it to the deck. She stood up, turned to Jeff. She spread his leg and dropped to her stifle between them. Her shortstop were low and loose around her pelvic arch and thighs ; showing the crack of her ass and tops of her brass. Her hands started massaging his thorax and then worked down to his underdrawers. Betsy pulled the push button out-of-doors and ripped the zipper down. She tugged the shorts from under his ass and then off. She dropped them by her armored combat vehicle top. His circumcised cock was fully erect. It seemed farseeing than mine ; maybe seven or 7 1/2 inches but definitely not as thick. The forefront was stumpy, the same diameter as his calamus. He didn't trim his bush or shave his globe. Betsy wrapped her deal around the scape and slowly started to stroke it."This does depend familiar"she growled. Betsy kissed and licked his inner thighs ; her eyes fixed on his peter. She was having some problem with the whisker from his balls in her sass. She pulled a hair from her sass, the continued to puzzle out his balls.

As far as I know, Betsy hadn't been with another lover since we were married until Jeff fucked her and creamed her snatch a few weeks ago. In the preceding, we talked about it, fantasized and use played about her with 2 or 3 tool. I've never seen her with another lover ; man or woman. This was chilling, wild and very energize. What would she do ? What would she try ? Would she do the thing she does to me or try something different ? Would Lisa and I join or just be peeper ? In our fantasies, Betsy always let the other lover ( dildo or vibrator ) fuck her twat or ass. She said that she wouldn't suck another turncock or swallow his warhead ; that was too"personal"and saved her blowjobs for me. Betsy was very experienced at giving point. She must have practiced all of her life before she met me. She gives the best blow jobs that I ever had and often sucks my cock dry ; swallowing every bead. That seemed to be changing before my middle. Would she blow him ? Would she let him cum in her mouth ? Would she swallow his load ? Is it a new doorway opening ? Would there be others ?

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

Lisa turned and straddled my branch with her back to me as Betsy had sat on Jeff's. Taking a cue from them I ran my hands over her tits. I could find her stiff pap through the cloth. Lisa's ass ground hard against my tool. A thought flashed through my brain."Does she like anal ?"Betsy and I have tried it. My cock has always been too thick for her. She often likes my fingers and tongue around her ass and sometimes in it. My ripe helping hand moved to Lisa's legs, thighs and the bottom of her shorts. It's tight against her cunt. I ran my fingers around her thighs and up and down her slit through her shorts. The crotch of her shorts was damp.

Betsy stood up and wiggled her ass ; her shorts fell to the deck. She turned to us and flashed us a blanket smile. She enjoyed the attention the 3 of us were giving her. Her George Bush was trimmed tight ; her bare, wet slit lips were exposed for Lisa and me to see.

"Are you enjoying this as very much as I am ?"Betsy said. Her left manus rubbed her moist dent. She spread her juices, coating her blotto pussy. Betsy turned to Jeff ;"I want you to bed me !"She turned, spread her wooden leg and inched her way back to Jeff. His rooster stood fully vertical. She lowered herself onto his intemperately cock. She braced herself on the arm of the chair with one paw. With the other she held Jeff's rooster and rubbed the head against her wet incision, coating it with her juices."Give me that prick now ”. Even with lubricating substance, it's hard to skid my cock into Betsy's snatch. It takes a while to spread her inner pussy. She lowered herself onto Jeff's cock. She didn't hesitate. She closed her optic, let out a whispered sigh and lowered herself in one motion until he was fully in her ; his clump tight to her clit. Maybe because his cock wasn't as midst that it slid in so easily. Maybe she was really wet and primed. I don't know. All I know is that the superfluous length of his turncock didn't slow her down. She took it all and impaled her cunt on his dick. She doesn't often ride my cock in a reverse cowgirl position ; but it was perfect for this. Lisa and I got to see her face, bosom and cunt while she was getting fucked.

It's not often that a man can watch another man fuck his own wife. There was something perversely incorrectly ; but very exciting to keep an eye on. I stared at Betsy's spread pussycat lips, split wide by Jeff's throbbing penis. I never seen Betsy even making out with anyone or getting felt up before. Now I was watching her piece of tail Jeff. I've never had this scene of Betsy having sex. Even watching ourselves in the mirror didn't get me this difficult. Any shyness she ever had disappeared.

They sat motionless enjoying the number 1, deep insight of her hot cunt. Jeff's hands were on her mamilla ; cupping them. Betsy's eyes were fixed on Lisa while her hands were between her ramification, holding Jeff's formal.

"Fuck me, fuck me"Betsy repeated. Lisa and I watched with captivation as his long cock disappeared fully into her slit and then reappeared. Betsy's puss easily devoured the replete length of his cock as he thrust it into her. Again she lowered herself onto his humanity. She let out a soft groan as he fully penetrated her. She rolled her hips, swirling his dick in her tight, wet mess. Her juices flowed from her slit. Her lips glistened with the juice from her love hole as a few drops ran across his balls.

While they began to fuck, united with his turncock trench in her, I let my manus explore Lisa. I haven't felt up another woman since before Betsy and I were married. I was tingly, almost like a virgin. I pulled Lisa's shirt over her head ; she helped and let it drop. Her titmouse were bigger and sagged Sir Thomas More than I imagined. Her knocker were whitened, her areolas expectant and light brown and her nipple were the same brown color. Her nipples were large and difficult ; the size of it of a pencil eraser. My hands unbuttoned her shorts and I pulled the zipper apart. My right helping hand cupped her properly tit. The digit of my go away hired man easily slid into her loosened shorts. My fingerbreadth reached her bush. Like Betsy, she seems to trim it. Her pubic hair was closely cropped. It seemed to take form a triangle ; the top wider and the rump narrow and seemed to point at her button. I slid my left hand over her button to her pussy. Her lips were shaved and her puss was soaked in her juices. Dipping my fingerbreadth in her wet, slippery sex juice, I stroked her lips upward boulder clay I reached her clitoris. I parted the cowl and coated Lisa's clit with her own succus. My right hand massaged one tit, then the other. I teased her breast and saved her nipples till later. Her consistency wasn't as fit as Betsy's but it was new and different. My rooster throbbed against Lisa's ass. She leaned back against my pectus. I kissed and licked her cervix and auricle. My left heart digit slowly worked her slit juices on to her clit."Keep going"she said as her ass squirmed and her legs circularize wider. Her underdrawers slid down a few inches ; it confirmed my depression of her President Bush. It was coloured, closely cropped and in the form of an upside down triangle pointing to her clit. She was getting surfactant and was letting out a slight moan. She didn't try to remove her shorts, so I continued to massage her soft tits and tough, wet button."Finger make out me"Lisa moaned.

Betsy massaged Jeff's chunk and started to slowly stone her hips, rotating her slit on his cock. She rubbed his balls against her clitoris. Jeff was watching me fingering his wife. He had a grinning on his boldness. Was it from the fucking that Betsy was giving him or watching his hot wife enjoying herself with another man ? He was slowly massaging Betsy's breast and pinching her nipples. Their pace increased and we heard some muffled moans ; probably from both of them. Neither had their heart afford any more than, they were lost in their own blissful sexcapade. Could it be another prominent cream pie for Betsy ? It seems like I would soon know.

Lisa was contented with my hands on her. Her ass priming against my cock and she stroked my thighs ; but she made no elbow grease to go further. Lisa's heart 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 mental object with this new experience. I was massaging Lisa's tits and fingering her cunt as Betsy was fucking Lisa's husband in social movement of us.

I'm not sure who started to cum first, Betsy or Jeff. Soon she was bouncing up and down, taking his cock almost fully out of her puss before dropping hard on it till her clit hit his balls. Her left paw rubbed her button back and Forth River. Her decently paw steadied herself and she bounced faster and faster. Soon they were both cumming hard in noisy go. They continued cumming for what seemed the likes of 10 minutes. His white cum oozed from her cunt in a thick, foaming swither. They slowed to a stop with his prick fully in her wet cunt.

Lisa was hot ; but I teased and slowed to keep her from going over the sharpness to orgasm. Suddenly Jeff pushed Betsy to her animal foot. He took her by the hand to the living room rug. He lay on his back with his knees up and, with Betsy facing him, pulled her to her knees, above his face. This week he was going to feast on her cream pie. Lisa and I could barely see them. Lisa leaned forward and stood up. My fingers almost got stuck in her pussy. As she stood up, she let her shorts drop to the base. Lisa reached for my hand, dripping wet from her juice, and led me to the support room. I expected her to continue to watch and maybe sit on my lap. Lisa loosened my short circuit and pulled them down and off. My prick was hard ; however I wasn't sure what she really wanted. Lisa faced Jeff, dropped to her knees between Jeff's stifle. She still had my hand and pulled me down behind her. Lisa bent down on all quartet, reached between her peg with her right hand and grabbed my put up dick.

"As they say, what's fair is reasonable. Fuck me"She said as she pulled my tool to her dripping wet slit and rubbed it against her to lubricate me up. Then she guided me into her twat. She was tight and I pressed until the head was past her lips. Lisa turn away forward toward Jeff's cock. 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 sight this was. I was on my knees, fucking Lisa, Jeff's wife, pooch style, Lisa licking Jeff's tool and lapping the combination of his cum and Betsy's twat succus 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 replete her pussy with his spermatozoon as they both orgasmed was magnificent. Now I got to watch her creamy pussy 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 clapper reached upward, probing, hunting for more of their sweet ambrosia. Betsy would lour herself onto his tongue then pull up, leaving a rope of cum uniting them. Jeff devoured it quickly.

Lisa was no slouch in the BJ department. She licked Jeff's balls and cock, then seemed to deep throat his semi erect 7"cock with no effort. Jeff's mouth knew its way around a pussy and seemed prosperous and eager to eat the cream pie he baked in Betsy's hot snatch. Betsy was rocking her cunt back and Forth River into Jeff's oral fissure and her custody were massaging her own tits.

Lisa's snatch was still very tight. My rock candy hard rooster couldn't push more than the mind into her sopping hole. She pushed against my cock but it couldn't be forced in. I took my cock into my hand and pushed it up and down her cunt from her clit to her ass, coating it in her juices ; then tried to infix. No luck.

Jeff was hard again. Lisa had good oral technique. Lisa reached between her wooden leg and wrapped her mitt around my shaft. Then, to my surprise, she positioned the head against her shit."nooky my ass"She said as she pushed back and, it started to slide in. The head slid in and I stopped to see her chemical reaction. Lisa pushed harder, ramming my cock into her ass until my balls hit her clit.

"God !"Lisa gasped"You're so thick ; you're going to dissever my ass widely open ”.

Betsy heard that, turned and smiled at me.

Once in, I reached around and found Lisa's wet clitoris with my mighty hand and her left nipple with the former. Her answer was quick. She racked her hip joint and my cock would pull out slightly then dip into her sweet ass."piece of ass me…. Fuck me ”. She started slowly and gained momentum."leave my tight ass a salutary heavily fucking"

Jeff pushed Betsy back from his face. I think he was being smothered. He pushed her back until her cunt was against his hammer. He wanted to fuck her again. Lisa pushed harder into me. Her mouth gave way to Betsy's snatch. Betsy slowly lowered herself onto Jeff's 7"hawkshaw until it was again buried trench in her. This time, his balls were rigorous against her mellisonant ass."Fuck my snatch"Betsy said as she bounced up and down riding his rooster as he squeezed her tits. She braced her hands on his chest to help keep the round.

Lisa was airless to cumming. She pounded her ass against me and my balls hit my fingerbreadth on her clit. She let out a tenacious, loudly moan as she came, I exploded my first load deep into her ass. Soon she pressed my fingers against her clit to stop 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 sec creamy load of the day. Betsy didn't cum again but slowed as he must have grown piano. Lisa pulled her ass away from my cock. She had a courteous emollient pie dripping from her ass down to her puss. 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 handwriting and crawled to the couch. Betsy lay on her binding with one foot on the coffee table and one on the trading floor. Her pussy backtalk were spacious open and a large dollop of cum filled the emptiness. She pulled me nigher then guided my head between her open snap lips. The aroma was strong. The smell of his second shipment of pungent, viscid Edward White cum coalesce with her dulcet slit juice filled my anterior naris. I was apprehensive. Sometimes I don't want to taste cream after I've cum. Would it be as undecomposed as the starting time of his cream pies that I ate ? Just as before, I kissed her clit and cunt with a shut down mouth. I felt his warm load against my lip and face. Betsy's bitch was slippery in cum. She liked the feeling and I continued to kiss her from clit to ass."Eat me ; eat my fucking cum filled puss. Taste our cum"Eat every drop of his cum from my fucking twat hole ”.

Jeff must have been doing a upright job. Lisa was rubbing her snatch and ass all over Jeff's face ; his manus on her mamilla. I could hear him slurping up my load as he ate Lisa's ass and puss. The more he ate, the more than she talked."Eat my ass. salt lick up every drop curtain of cum from my unclean mess. He stretched my blind drunk ass and filled it for you to eat. Bury your lingua in my cum filled hole."She was getting louder as she approached another orgasm. Lisa turned and began to 69 with Jeff."Betsy's cunt juice gustatory modality good with your cum"she said as she sucked his putz deep in her throat.

I could see Lisa's ass and pussy as Jeff ate her out. I opened my mouth and licked Betsy's cum soaked button. The taste was just as before. The preference was salty, tangy and embarrassing as I slowly lapped up the pick. I took a finger and coated it with cum. I began to slide it into her ass as my pussy eating heighten. I lost sense of what I was doing. I started to eat her ointment pie like a starving man. I didn't just push the cum against her open pussycat ; I gulped the cum and sucked on her clit and mouth ; my fingerbreadth fucked her squiffy ass. Betsy was arching her back and grinding her cunt into my human face and mouth. I heard both Lisa and Betsy cumming as they were both being eaten. The both squealed as the came ; their pelvis grinding their ointment pies into us. Soon both girls stopped. Betsy pulled my head and held it tight against her cunt but stopped the crusade. Lisa collapsed on Jeff and they both lay motionless. All four of us rested our sexually drop bodies. The four of us lay motionless, breathing in the fragrance of hot sex.

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