This is the minute in a series of stories. To fully appreciate this one, I suggest you read the number 1 Betsy's Creampie - Rewritten.

Jeff and Lisa were at the lake with Betsy and me again live on weekend. A few hebdomad ago, Jeff had turned Betsy's cunt into a turgid, sexy cream pie. Now they were back and I wondered what agitation was in store for her and us.

It was rainy and very warm this past tense weekend. We spent to the highest degree of the time on the covered back porch. Jeff had a beer while the young woman drank their wine. No one actually rung of last weekend. It was almost as if it never happened. Lisa never let on that her married man fucked my married woman. They acted as if it never happened. Jeff didn't even breath at the carnal pleasures her had with my married woman. I wondered if it was a onetime event, pushed to the back of everyone's mind. Forever to be thought of only when our minds drifted to those deep, taboo sexual thoughts.

Both girls were braless, wore tank circus tent and underdrawers that showed a lot of tanned, sexy leg. 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 buoyant mammilla. Lisa had a blue top. No lace and it was tighter. It didn't sag when she bent over ; but, her tit made a fine impression. Lisa has shoulder length Black person whisker. She is about the Saame height, 5'5 ”, slightly big and her mamilla are larger than Betsy's B-cups but they don't seem as perky. Jeff is a few inches taller than me ; with the Same athletic build but ponderous.

The music was ripe and the beer and wine flowed freely. Eventually I tried to offend the sexual tenseness. 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 great peaks under her shirt to climb on. As the day progressed and the booze flowed, we started to make comments about each other's girls as well as our own. Both missy played shy at first ; but then played into it and seemed to delight giving more opportunity for remark. As we walked by each other, more brushing and touching took berth. First it was Jeff and Lisa, then Betsy and me. Soon Betsy and Lisa seemed to look for probability to brush against each other's spouse.

Lisa asked me to go into the kitchen to serve her open another bottle of vino. At the heel counter, as I reached around her to take the bottle, she backed into me. I reached my arms around her to grasp the bottleful. She pulled it to her chest, so my mitt rested against her tit. With one hand she held the bottle, with the other she took my script and pushed it into her tit. She squeezed my correctly hand so that it squeezed her redress tit. I felt her nipple as it grew hard. She pulled my hand away and together we opened the bottle and poured another round.

We returned to the porch, I grabbed another beer for Jeff. We continued to verbalise and listen to the toon. Lisa got up to adjust the radio ; Betsy walked over and picked up a denture of chips from the table. Jeff was sitting across from me. Lisa walked behind Jeff and began to rub down his shoulders."Just what I needed, a content from a sexy dame. Does it descend with a well-chosen 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 broadcast outside of his. I immediately thought of the last time he was between her legs and of the massive cream pie he left there. As Jeff enjoyed his massage, he said,"of course you get one too"and began to rub Betsy's shoulder joint.

I sat across the deck and could see and enjoy the whole show. Lisa's hand wandered down his chest and she rubbed with one hand and pinched a tit with the former. Lisa gave me a wink. Betsy took another sip of wine-coloured as Jeff's hands explored more than her shoulder. first-class honours degree he moved to her dorsum. After a short patch, his hands moved to her sides, from under her weapon to the exterior of her thighs. Lisa began to kiss and solve Jeff's neck opening and ears as her hands explored his body. Soon, Betsy leaned back allowing Jeff's workforce to reach the round top of her second joint and tummy. Betsy took another sip of wine-coloured, closed her eyes and leaned all the way back against Jeff's chest. All three had their eyes closed, massaging each other to the rhythm method of birth control of the medicine. Soon Jeff's hands were stroking Betsy's inner thigh ; occasionally gently dragging across her crotch. He kept his right hand between her legs and slowly moved his lead one to her chest. He massaged her upper chest, and then let his fingers circle one breast, then the other.

No one said a word but everyone's respiration seemed to get deeper. Lisa could no longer achieve Jeff's chest, so she rubbed Betsy's berm. Jeff grew bolder. As his left hand worked its magic over her pectus, it slipped under her on the loose shirt. His hand slowly worked its way up and I could see him draw precis around her tits with his finger. Betsy was slowly rocking her hips back and Forth ; her ass grinding into his crotch. Betsy's boxers were pulled up tight against her pussy. I could see the abstract of her lips through the thin fabric. Jeff's right hand stroked the boundary of the thigh where it met her shorts. His hand was LE than an column inch from her pussy.

I enjoyed the appearance. Lisa must have grown tired of this or sensed that I craved care too."Mind if I sit ?"she said. She walked to me and sat on my lap ; both of her stage to my left hand. This allowed her to stroke my thorax and neck. My half set up cock stiffened.

"What's funfair is fair"I said as I rubbed Lisa's back with my veracious handwriting and traced forget me drug from her knee to the top of her underdrawers with my left. Lisa reached for her half full moon glass. In one gulp, she finished the wine-coloured and placed the empty-bellied spyglass on the table. She turned and kissed me hard on the lips. In a second, her spit found my mouth and tongue. Her legs parted slightly. As we kissed, I could see Betsy and Jeff out of the street corner of my eye.

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

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

Jeff's right deal rubbed Betsy's crotch hard. Soon one, then two fingers pushed the fragile unretentive stuff to the side. He had spare access to her cunt. He seemed to be teasing her, not allowing full penetration. Betsy's custody were between his legs. Jeff slid let down in the chair, allowing her access to his cock. As she slid, Jeff's helping hand could no longer make her crotch so he undid the top clitoris of her shorts and slip his fingers under the waistband. Soon, second and third push were undone. Because he recently fucked her, he knew that her scrub was cropped into a short landing strip just above her clit and her back talk were shaved. I couldn't distinguish how far his fingers reached ; but Betsy was getting hotter and my cock harder watching.

Betsy reached for her wine and took a big swig. Normally shy, buttoned-down Betsy pulled her tank 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 knee joint between them. Her shorts were low and open around her hips and thighs ; showing the crack cocaine of her ass and spinning top of her cheek. Her hired hand started massaging his chest and then worked down to his short pants. Betsy pulled the clit open and ripped the zip fastener down. She tugged the shorts from under his ass and then off. She dropped them by her tank top. His circumcised cock was fully erect. It seemed longer than mine ; maybe seven or 7 1/2 inches but definitely not as thick. The oral sex was dumpy, the same diameter as his ray. He didn't trim his bush or shave his balls. Betsy wrapped her hand around the diaphysis and slowly started to stroke it."This does face familiar"she growled. Betsy kissed and licked his intimate thighs ; her eyes fixed on his pecker. She was having some trouble with the hair from his Lucille Ball in her mouth. She pulled a fuzz from her mouth, the continued to lick 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 cunt a few week ago. In the past, we talked about it, fantasized and purpose played about her with 2 or 3 cocks. I've never seen her with another lover ; man or woman. This was shuddery, raving mad and very turn on. What would she do ? What would she try ? Would she do the matter she does to me or try something different ? Would Lisa and I join or just be peeper ? In our phantasy, Betsy always let the former lover ( dildo or vibrator ) fuck her twat or ass. She said that she wouldn't suck another cock or get down his shipment ; that was too"personal"and saved her blowjob for me. Betsy was very experienced at giving head. She must have practiced all of her life before she met me. She gives the best blow problem that I ever had and often sucks my cock dry ; swallowing every drop. That seemed to be changing before my eyes. Would she blow him ? Would she let him cum in her mouthpiece ? Would she swallow his loading ? Is it a new threshold opening ? Would there be others ?

Lisa was still sitting on my lap. We turned slightly so we both could watch Betsy kneeling between Jeff's legs, stroking his shaft and licking his balls. Betsy nibbled on his egg sack ; then took one ball into her mouth and sucked on it. She was gentle at first ; but sucked harder as she stroked his shaft. Jeff seemed sore to her sucking. Maybe it was new to him. Soon she had both balls in her oral cavity. Her handwriting stroked his dick slowly, as if to charge up him but retain him from cumming. I waited to see if and how she would take in his cock.

Lisa turned and straddled my peg with her vertebral column to me as Betsy had sat on Jeff's. Taking a cue from them I ran my hands over her mammilla. I could feel her stiff mamilla through the fabric. Lisa's ass ground hard against my rooster. A opinion flashed through my nous."Does she like anal ?"Betsy and I have tried it. My tool has always been too slurred for her. She often likes my fingers and natural language around her ass and sometimes in it. My right hand moved to Lisa's branch, thighs and the bottom of her shorts. It's tight against her pussy. I ran my fingers around her thighs and up and down her snatch through her short circuit. The crotch of her boxershorts was damp.

Betsy stood up and wiggled her ass ; her short circuit fell to the deck of cards. She turned to us and flashed us a wide-eyed grin. She enjoyed the attention the 3 of us were giving her. Her bush was trimmed tight ; her bare, wet kitty lips were exposed for Lisa and me to see.

"Are you enjoying this as a great deal as I am ?"Betsy said. Her left helping hand rubbed her moist slit. She spread her juices, coating her soaked pussy. Betsy turned to Jeff ;"I want you to fuck me !"She turned, spread her leg and inched her way back to Jeff. His cock stood fully upright. She lowered herself onto his severely pecker. She braced herself on the arm of the chair with one helping hand. With the other she held Jeff's peter and rubbed the capitulum against her wet incision, coating it with her juices."grant me that stopcock now ”. Even with lubricating substance, it's tough to slide my cock into Betsy's cunt. It takes a spell to fan out her privileged snatch. She lowered herself onto Jeff's cock. She didn't hesitate. She closed her center, let out a whispered sigh and lowered herself in one motion until he was fully in her ; his balls tight to her clit. Maybe because his prick 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 extra duration of his rooster 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 attitude ; but it was staring for this. Lisa and I got to see her face, titty and bitch while she was getting fucked.

It's not often that a man can look out another man fuck his own wife. There was something perversely wrong ; but very exciting to watch. I stared at Betsy's bed cover pussy lip, split extensive by Jeff's throbbing appendage. I never seen Betsy even making out with anyone or getting felt up before. Now I was watching her screwing Jeff. I've never had this view of Betsy having sex. Even watching ourselves in the mirror didn't get me this toilsome. Any shyness she ever had disappeared.

They sat motionless enjoying the first, recondite insight of her hot pussy. Jeff's script were on her titty ; cupping them. Betsy's eye were fixed on Lisa while her hands were between her branch, holding Jeff's clod.

"fuck me, love me"Betsy repeated. Lisa and I watched with enthrallment as his long cock disappeared fully into her dent and then reappeared. Betsy's twat easily devoured the full length of his rooster as he thrust it into her. Again she lowered herself onto his manhood. She let out a soft moan as he fully penetrated her. She rolled her pelvic girdle, swirling his dick in her tight, wet muddle. Her juices flowed from her pussy. Her lips glistened with the juice from her dearest fix as a few drib 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 cleaning woman since before Betsy and I were married. I was tingly, almost like a virgin. I pulled Lisa's shirt over her heading ; she helped and let it drop. Her tits were larger and sagged Sir Thomas More than I imagined. Her tits were white, her areolas large and light John Brown and her nipple were the same brown color. Her teat were large and hard ; the size of a pencil eraser. My hands unbuttoned her shorts and I pulled the zip fastener apart. My right handwriting cupped her right tit. The digit of my left field bridge player easily slid into her loosened shorts. My fingers reached her bush. Like Betsy, she seems to trim it. Her pubic hair was closely cropped. It seemed to work a Triangle ; the top wider and the bottom narrow and seemed to point at her button. I slid my pass on hand over her clit to her pussy. Her lips were shaved and her cunt was soaked in her juices. Dipping my fingerbreadth in her wet, slippery sex juices, I stroked her lips upwards cashbox I reached her clit. I parted the hood and coated Lisa's clit with her own succus. My rectify hand massaged one tit, then the former. I teased her breasts and saved her nipples till later. Her body wasn't as fit as Betsy's but it was new and different. My peter throbbed against Lisa's ass. She leaned back against my chest. I kissed and licked her cervix and capitulum. My left field middle finger's breadth slowly worked her cunt juices on to her clitoris."Keep going"she said as her ass squirmed and her legs spread wider. Her short circuit slid down a few inches ; it confirmed my impression of her bush. It was dark, closely dress and in the form of an top down triangle pointing to her button. She was getting wetter and was letting out a fragile moan. She didn't try to remove her boxershorts, so I continued to massage her soft tits and hard, wet clit."Finger hump me"Lisa moaned.

Betsy massaged Jeff's clod and started to slowly rock 'n' roll her articulatio coxae, rotating her twat on his cock. She rubbed his testicle against her clit. Jeff was watching me fingering his married woman. He had a smile on his aspect. Was it from the piece of tail that Betsy was giving him or watching his hot married woman enjoying herself with another man ? He was slowly massaging Betsy's bosom and pinching her nipples. Their tempo increased and we heard some mute moan ; probably from both of them. Neither had their eye open any to a greater extent, they were lost in their own blissful sexcapade. Could it be another magnanimous cream pie for Betsy ? It seems like I would soon know.

Lisa was capacity with my men on her. Her ass basis against my rooster and she stroked my thigh ; but she made no exploit to go further. Lisa's middle were glued to Jeff's hammer as it was splitting Betsy'slit. 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 titty 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 pecker almost fully out of her kitty before dropping hard on it till her clit hit his chunk. Her unexpended hand rubbed her clitoris back and Forth River. Her right field 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 second. His flannel cum oozed from her pussy in a thick, frothy lather. They slowed to a stop with his cock fully in her wet cunt.

Lisa was hot ; but I teased and slowed to save her from going over the edge to orgasm. Suddenly Jeff pushed Betsy to her feet. He took her by the hand to the living room rug. He lay on his back with his knee up and, with Betsy facing him, pulled her to her knees, above his case. This week he was going to junket on her cream pie. Lisa and I could barely see them. Lisa leaned forward and stood up. My digit almost got stuck in her kitty. As she stood up, she let her short-circuit drop-off to the base. Lisa reached for my hand, dripping wet from her succus, and led me to the living room. I expected her to continue to keep an eye on and maybe sit on my lap. Lisa loosened my shorts 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 knees between Jeff's knee joint. She still had my hand and pulled me down behind her. Lisa bent down on all quartet, reached between her legs with her right hand and grabbed my erect shaft.

"As they say, what's fair is mediocre. fucking me"She said as she pulled my prick to her dripping wet slit and rubbed it against her to lubricate me up. Then she guided me into her catch. She was tight and I pressed until the drumhead was past her lips. Lisa dead set forward toward Jeff's cock. It was half erect and coated in a creamy concoction of his cum and Betsy's cunt succus. She started to bat his balls as Betsy had done.

What a mickle this was. I was on my knee joint, fucking Lisa, Jeff's married woman, doggy elan, Lisa licking Jeff's putz and lapping the combination of his cum and Betsy's pussy juice and Jeff, licking his own cum from Betsy's creamy, cream pie cunt.

Watching Jeff and Betsy turned me on more than any erotica moving-picture show I've ever seen. Watching him fill her cunt with his sperm as they both orgasmed was magnificent. 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 oral cavity. His tongue reached upward, probing, hunting for Sir Thomas More of their sweet ambrosia. Betsy would lower herself onto his tongue then pull up, leaving a forget me drug of cum uniting them. Jeff devoured it quickly.

Lisa was no slouch in the BJ department. She licked Jeff's bollock and tool, then seemed to deep throat his semi erect 7"tool with no exertion. Jeff's mouth knew its way around a cunt and seemed comfortable and aegir to eat the cream pie he baked in Betsy's hot snatch. Betsy was rocking her slit back and Forth River into Jeff's mouth and her work force were massaging her own tits.

Lisa's cunt was still very stringent. My rock music heavily rooster couldn't pushing Sir Thomas More than the head into her dripping hollow. She pushed against my dick but it couldn't be forced in. I took my putz into my hand and pushed it up and down her twat from her clit to her ass, coating it in her juices ; then tried to infix. No luck.

Jeff was hard again. Lisa had good viva technique. Lisa reached between her legs and wrapped her hand around my barb. Then, to my surprise, she positioned the point against her asshole."Fuck my ass"She said as she pushed back and, it started to slide in. The capitulum slid in and I stopped to see her response. Lisa pushed harder, ramming my cock into her ass until my orb hit her button.

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

Betsy heard that, turned and smiled at me.

Once in, I reached around and found Lisa's wet button with my right hand and her left mammilla with the other. Her response was immediate. She racked her coxa and my cock would perpetrate out slightly then plunge into her afters ass."roll in the hay me…. Fuck me ”. She started slowly and gained impulse."Give my tight ass a in effect hard fucking"

Jeff pushed Betsy back from his face. I think he was being smothered. He pushed her back until her pussy was against his cock. 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"dick until it was again inhumed trench in her. This sentence, his balls were wet against her afters ass."Fuck my puss"Betsy said as she bounced up and down riding his tool as he squeezed her tits. She braced her hands on his chest to assist hold back the rhythm.

Lisa was close to cumming. She pounded her ass against me and my Lucille Ball hit my fingers on her clit. She let out a long, flash groan as she came, I exploded my first-class honours degree consignment trench into her ass. Soon she pressed my fingers against her clit to barricade the action. Her bucking slowed as I got softer.

earshot Lisa cum pushed Jeff over the edge. He let out a growling as he filled Betsy with her bit creamy load of the day. Betsy didn't cum again but slowed as he must take grown softer. Lisa pulled her ass away from my cock. She had a prissy pick pie dripping from her ass down to her kitty-cat. She scooted on her knees and straddled Jeff's head. She wanted Jeff to eat my anal retentive emollient pie filling.

Betsy turned to me. She took my hand and crawled to the sofa. Betsy lay on her back with one foot on the coffee table and one on the storey. Her twat lips were wide open and a large dollop of cum filled the void. She pulled me closer then guided my caput between her heart-to-heart snatch lips. The aroma was inviolable. The smell of his second burden of pungent, sticky snowy cum combine with her sweet kitty juice filled my nostrils. I was apprehensive. Sometimes I don't want to try emollient after I've cum. Would it be as good as the low of his emollient pies that I ate ? Just as before, I kissed her button and cunt with a shut down mouth. I felt his quick lode against my lips and fount. Betsy's cunt 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 cunt. Taste our cum"Eat every drop of his cum from my fucking cunt jam ”.

Jeff must have been doing a good job. Lisa was rubbing her snatch and ass all over Jeff's font ; his hands on her titty. I could learn him slurping up my burden as he ate Lisa's ass and snatch. The more he ate, the Thomas More she talked."Eat my ass. Lick up every driblet of cum from my dirty gob. He stretched my pixilated ass and filled it for you to eat. Bury your natural language 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 succus tastes secure with your cum"she said as she sucked his cock oceanic abyss in her throat.

I could see Lisa's ass and cunt as Jeff ate her out. I opened my mouth and licked Betsy's cum soaked clitoris. The taste was just as before. The taste was salty, tangy and sticky as I slowly lapped up the cream. I took a finger and coated it with cum. I began to slew it into her ass as my kitty eating intensified. I lost sense of what I was doing. I started to eat her ointment pie like a starving man. I didn't just labour the cum against her open pussy ; I gulped the cum and sucked on her clit and lips ; my fingerbreadth fucked her tight ass. Betsy was arching her back and grinding her pussy into my face and oral fissure. I heard both Lisa and Betsy cumming as they were both being eaten. The both squealed as the came ; their hip grinding their cream pies into us. Soon both girls stopped. Betsy pulled my promontory and held it tight against her cunt but stopped the movement. Lisa collapsed on Jeff and they both lay motionless. All four of us rested our sexually played out bodies. The four of us lay motionless, breathing in the perfume of hot sex.

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