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

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

It was rainy and very fond this past times weekend. We spent virtually of the sentence on the covered back porch. Jeff had a beer while the girls drank their vino. No one actually spoke of finale weekend. It was almost as if it never happened. Lisa never let on that her hubby fucked my wife. They acted as if it never happened. Jeff didn't even suggestion 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 intellect. Forever to be thought of only when our minds drifted to those deep, taboo sexual thoughts.

Both young woman were braless, wore tank tops and shortstop that showed a lot of tanned, aphrodisiacal legs. Betsy's top was yellowness and topped with pink lace. If she leaned forward, the low neck drooped and you could see her small but perky tits. Lisa had a blue top. No lace and it was tighter. It didn't droop when she bent over ; but, her nipples made a amercement opinion. Lisa has shoulder length inglorious tomentum. She is about the Saami height, 5'5 ”, slightly heavier and her mammilla are bigger than Betsy's B-cups but they don't seem as perky. Jeff is a few in taller than me ; with the Saami athletic build but heavier.

The music was good and the beer and wine-colored flowed freely. Eventually I tried to split up the intimate tension. As Betsy set over, I made comments about the great view down her shirt. Later, when Lisa went by, Jeff would point out about Lisa's groovy peaks under her shirt to climb on. As the day progressed and the booze flowed, we started to construct remark about each other's little girl as well as our own. Both girls played shy at world-class ; but then played into it and seemed to enjoy giving more chance for comments. As we walked by each other, more brushing and touching took place. First it was Jeff and Lisa, then Betsy and me. Soon Betsy and Lisa seemed to expect for chances to brush against each other's spouse.

Lisa asked me to go into the kitchen to serve her open another bottle of wine. At the riposte, as I reached around her to consume the feeding bottle, she backed into me. I reached my blazon around her to grasp the bottle. She pulled it to her breast, so my mitt rested against her tits. With one helping hand she held the bottle, with the early she took my hand and pushed it into her tits. She squeezed my right hired hand so that it squeezed her compensate tit. I felt her nipple as it grew hard. She pulled my helping 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 babble out and take heed to the toons. Lisa got up to set the radio ; Betsy walked over and picked up a scale of buffalo chip from the board. 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 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 chips ; but settled onto his lap.

"Do I get one too ?"Betsy said. She sat with her binding to him ; her legs scatter outside of his. I immediately thought of the net sentence he was between her legs and of the monumental cream pie he left there. As Jeff enjoyed his massage, he said,"of course you get one too"and began to rub Betsy's articulatio humeri.

I sat across the deck and could see and enjoy the totally show. Lisa's hands wandered down his bureau and she rubbed with one helping hand and pinched a mamilla with the other. Lisa gave me a wink. Betsy took another sip of wine-colored as Jeff's hands explored Sir Thomas More than her shoulders. first gear he moved to her rear. After a unforesightful patch, his hands moved to her sides, from under her arms to the outside of her thighs. Lisa began to kiss and work out Jeff's neck and ear as her hands explored his dead body. Soon, Betsy leaned back allowing Jeff's hands to reach the tops of her thighs and belly. Betsy took another sip of wine, closed her eye and leaned all the way back against Jeff's chest. All three had their centre closed, massaging each other to the rhythm of the music. Soon Jeff's hands were stroking Betsy's internal thighs ; occasionally gently dragging across her fork. He kept his flop hand between her legs and slowly moved his left one to her chest of drawers. He massaged her amphetamine thorax, and then let his fingers circle one chest, then the other.

No one said a word but everyone's external respiration seemed to get deeper. Lisa could no longer get hold of Jeff's chest of drawers, so she rubbed Betsy's shoulder joint. Jeff grew bolder. As his left hand worked its trick over her dresser, it slipped under her loose shirt. His hand slowly worked its way up and I could see him draw scheme around her tits with his finger. Betsy was slowly rocking her hips back and Forth ; her ass grinding into his crotch. Betsy's shortstop were pulled up smashed against her cunt. I could see the outline of her lips through the lose weight fabric. Jeff's right hand paw stroked the edge of the thighs where it met her shorts. His hand was less than an inch from her kitty.

I enjoyed the show. Lisa must have grown tired of this or sensed that I craved tending 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 thorax and neck. My half erect cock stiffened.

"What's fair is carnival"I said as I rubbed Lisa's back with my right handwriting and traced circles from her knee joint to the top of her shorts with my left. Lisa reached for her half full glass. In one gulp, she finished the wine and placed the empty glassful on the tabular array. She turned and kissed me intemperately on the lips. In a mo, her tongue found my rima oris and tongue. Her legs parted slightly. As we kissed, I could see Betsy and Jeff out of the turning point of my eye.

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

Betsy pushed harder into him ; her ass priming coat against his cock."This feels fellow ; I wonder where have I felt this before ?"She said wistfully.

Jeff's right hired man rubbed Betsy's crotch hard. Soon one, then two finger's breadth pushed the flimsy short stuff to the side. He had free access to her slit. He seemed to be teasing her, not allowing full incursion. Betsy's hands were between his legs. Jeff slid lower in the chair, allowing her access to his cock. As she slid, Jeff's mitt could no longer get hold of her crotch so he undid the top clitoris of her shorts and slide his fingers under the waistband. Soon, second and third buttons were undone. Because he recently fucked her, he knew that her crotch hair was cropped into a short landing place funnies just above her clit and her lips were shaved. I couldn't tell how far his fingers reached ; but Betsy was getting hotter and my cock harder watching.

Betsy reached for her wine-colored and took a big swig. 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 knees between them. Her shortstop were low and loose around her hip and thighs ; showing the crack of her ass and tops of her brass. Her hands started massaging his chest and then worked down to his shortstop. Betsy pulled the button open air and ripped the slide fastener down. She tugged the short from under his ass and then off. She dropped them by her armored combat vehicle top. His circumcised stopcock was fully erect. It seemed longer than mine ; maybe seven or 7 1/2 inches but definitely not as thick. The head was stumpy, the Lapplander diameter as his barb. He didn't shave his bush or shave his ball. Betsy wrapped her handwriting around the beam of light and slowly started to stroke it."This does bet fellow"she growled. Betsy kissed and licked his inner thighs ; her eyes fixed on his peter. She was having some trouble with the hair from his balls in her mouth. She pulled a hair from her lip, the continued to thrash 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 bitch a few weeks ago. In the past, we talked about it, fantasized and part played about her with 2 or 3 cocks. I've never seen her with another lover ; man or woman. This was scary, angry and very exciting. What would she do ? What would she try ? Would she do the things she does to me or try something dissimilar ? Would Lisa and I join or just be voyeurs ? In our phantasy, Betsy always let the former lover ( dildo or vibrator ) fuck her pussy or ass. She said that she wouldn't suck another cock or swallow his consignment ; that was too"personal"and saved her blowjobs for me. Betsy was very feel at giving fountainhead. She must have practiced all of her aliveness before she met me. She gives the Charles Herbert Best snow jobs that I ever had and often sucks my cock dry ; swallowing every drop. That seemed to be changing before my eyes. Would she shove along him ? Would she let him cum in her back talk ? Would she swallow his load ? Is it a new door scuttle ? Would there be others ?

Lisa was still sitting on my lap. We turned slightly so we both could watch Betsy kneeling between Jeff's pegleg, stroking his stopcock and licking his testis. Betsy nibbled on his orb sack ; then took one ball into her oral cavity and sucked on it. She was gentle at first ; but sucked harder as she stroked his shaft. Jeff seemed spiritualist to her suck. 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 spine 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 stiffly pap through the material. Lisa's ass ground hard against my cock. A thought flashed through my mind."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 right helping hand moved to Lisa's branch, thigh and the bottom of her boxershorts. It's tight against her cunt. I ran my fingers around her thighs and up and down her snatch through her shorts. The crotch of her short pants was damp.

Betsy stood up and wiggled her ass ; her shorts fell to the pack of cards. She turned to us and flashed us a wide grin. She enjoyed the attention the 3 of us were giving her. Her Bush was trimmed tight ; her bare, wet pussy lips were exposed for Lisa and me to see.

"Are you enjoying this as a lot as I am ?"Betsy said. Her leave alone hand rubbed her moist cunt. She spread her juices, coating her tight pussy. Betsy turned to Jeff ;"I want you to make love me !"She turned, spread her legs and inched her way back to Jeff. His tool stood fully rear. She lowered herself onto his hard turncock. She braced herself on the arm of the professorship with one hand. With the other she held Jeff's tool and rubbed the head against her wet slit, coating it with her juices."Give me that cock now ”. Even with lube, it's hard to slither my cock into Betsy's cunt. It takes a while to spread her inner puss. 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 motion until he was fully in her ; his ball tight to her clit. Maybe because his peter 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 excess duration of his cock didn't slow down her John L. H. Down. She took it all and impaled her bitch on his cock. She doesn't often ride my cock in a contrary cowgirl view ; but it was hone for this. Lisa and I got to see her face, tits 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 wrong ; but very exciting to look on. I stared at Betsy's bed covering pussycat lips, split all-inclusive by Jeff's throbbing extremity. I never seen Betsy even making out with anyone or getting felt up before. Now I was watching her screw Jeff. I've never had this survey of Betsy having sex. Even watching ourselves in the mirror didn't get me this hard. Any shyness she ever had disappeared.

They sat motionless enjoying the foremost, deep penetration of her hot puss. Jeff's hands were on her tit ; cupping them. Betsy's centre were fixed on Lisa while her hands were between her peg, holding Jeff's orchis.

"Fuck me, make out me"Betsy repeated. Lisa and I watched with captivation as his long cock disappeared fully into her puss and then reappeared. Betsy's cunt easily devoured the full duration of his tool as he thrust it into her. Again she lowered herself onto his humanness. She let out a soft moan as he fully penetrated her. She rolled her rosehip, swirling his dick in her tight, wet cakehole. Her succus flowed from her pussy. 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 cock deep in her, I let my custody 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 tits were larger and sagged more than I imagined. Her tits were white, her areolas with child and light brown and her nipples were the same John Brown people of colour. Her tit were enceinte and arduous ; the size of it of a pencil eraser. My hands unbuttoned her short circuit and I pulled the zipper apart. My right hand cupped her powerful tit. The fingers of my result paw easily slid into her loosened drawers. My fingers reached her crotch hair. Like Betsy, she seems to trim it. Her pubic hair was closely cropped. It seemed to form a triangle ; the top wider and the backside narrow and seemed to point at her clit. I slid my exit hand over her button to her puss. Her sassing were shaved and her cunt was soaked in her juices. Dipping my finger in her wet, slippery sex juice, I stroked her lips upwardly till I reached her clit. I parted the hood and coated Lisa's clit with her own juice. My right hand massaged one tit, then the other. I teased her breast and saved her pap till later. Her trunk wasn't as fit as Betsy's but it was new and unlike. My cock throbbed against Lisa's ass. She leaned back against my chest. I kissed and licked her neck and ear. My left middle finger slowly worked her snatch juice on to her clit."sustenance going"she said as her ass squirmed and her peg facing pages wider. Her shorts slid down a few inches ; it confirmed my impression of her bush. It was morose, closely work and in the form of an upper side down triangle pointing to her clit. She was getting wetter and was letting out a slight moan. She didn't try to remove her shortstop, so I continued to rub down her soft tits and hard, wet clit."Finger fuck me"Lisa moaned.

Betsy massaged Jeff's bollock and started to slowly rock candy her pelvic girdle, rotating her slit on his turncock. She rubbed his balls against her clitoris. 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 bosom and pinching her nipple. Their pacing increased and we heard some muffled moan ; probably from both of them. Neither had their eyes open any more, they were lost in their own blissful sexcapade. Could it be another large cream pie for Betsy ? It seems like I would soon know.

Lisa was subject with my hands on her. Her ass ground against my shaft and she stroked my thighs ; but she made no campaign to go further. Lisa's eyes were glued to Jeff's cock as it was splitting Betsy'cunt. I hadn't had sex with anyone but Betsy in over 30 geezerhood. However, I was contented with this new experience. I was massaging Lisa's tits and fingering her snatch as Betsy was fucking Lisa's husband in front end 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 pussy before dropping hard on it till her clit hit his balls. Her go out handwriting rubbed her clit back and forth. Her right hand steadied herself and she bounced faster and faster. Soon they were both cumming hard in noisy rapture. They continued cumming for what seemed wish 10 bit. His white-hot 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 keep her from going over the boundary to orgasm. Suddenly Jeff pushed Betsy to her groundwork. He took her by the helping hand to the support room rug. He lay on his back with his knees up and, with Betsy facing him, pulled her to her knees, above his brass. This calendar 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 short drib to the floor. Lisa reached for my hand, dripping wet from her juices, and led me to the living elbow room. I expected her to continue to learn and maybe sit on my lap. Lisa loosened my underdrawers and pulled them down and off. My dick 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 quaternion, reached between her branch with her right hand and grabbed my erect cock.

"As they say, what's carnival is bonnie. Fuck me"She said as she pulled my shaft to her dripping wet puss and rubbed it against her to lubricate me up. Then she guided me into her grab. She was slopped and I pressed until the head was past her back talk. Lisa bent forward toward Jeff's stopcock. It was half set up and coated in a creamy mixture of his cum and Betsy's slit juice. 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, bow-wow style, Lisa licking Jeff's cock and lapping the combination of his cum and Betsy's pussy juice and Jeff, licking his own cum from Betsy's creamy, pick pie cunt.

watching Jeff and Betsy turned me on more than any porno picture I've ever seen. Watching him sate her slit with his sperm as they both orgasmed was magnificent. Now I got to keep an eye on her creamy pussy eaten by the man who filled her. As Betsy knelt above his case I could see his cum dripping from her into his mouth. His clapper reached upward, probing, hunting for more of their scented nectar. Betsy would turn down herself onto his tongue then commit up, leaving a roach of cum uniting them. Jeff devoured it quickly.

Lisa was no slouch in the BJ department. She licked Jeff's glob and cock, then seemed to deep throat his semi erect 7"pecker with no exploit. Jeff's mouth knew its way around a pussy and seemed easy and eagre to eat the cream pie he baked in Betsy's hot snatch. Betsy was rocking her puss back and Forth River into Jeff's mouth and her hands were massaging her own tits.

Lisa's snatch was still very taut. My rock and roll hard stopcock couldn't push more than the headland into her dribble hole. She pushed against my tool but it couldn't be forced in. I took my cock into my mitt and pushed it up and down her twat from her clitoris to her ass, coating it in her juices ; then tried to enter. No luck.

Jeff was hard again. Lisa had good unwritten technique. Lisa reached between her leg and wrapped her hand around my shaft. Then, to my surprise, she positioned the mind against her dickhead."Fuck my ass"She said as she pushed back and, it started to slide in. The question slid in and I stopped to see her reaction. Lisa pushed harder, ramming my cock into her ass until my balls hit her clitoris.

"God !"Lisa gasped"You're so thick ; you're going to break up my ass wide open ”.

Betsy heard that, turned and smiled at me.

Once in, I reached around and found Lisa's wet clitoris with my right paw and her forget nipple with the other. Her response was quick. She racked her hips and my shaft would commit out slightly then dip into her angelical ass."Fuck me…. Fuck me ”. She started slowly and gained impulse."feed my tight ass a trade good gruelling fucking"

Jeff pushed Betsy back from his face. I think he was being smothered. He pushed her back until her pussy was against his pecker. He wanted to roll in the hay her again. Lisa pushed harder into me. Her back talk gave way to Betsy's snatch. Betsy slowly lowered herself onto Jeff's 7"dick until it was again bury deep in her. This time, his ball were tight against her sugared ass."fuck my bitch"Betsy said as she bounced up and down riding his cock as he squeezed her teat. She braced her hands on his bureau to help keep the rhythm.

Lisa was closemouthed to cumming. She pounded her ass against me and my balls hit my finger on her clit. She let out a foresighted, tacky moan as she came, I exploded my beginning load deep into her ass. Soon she pressed my finger against her clit to stop the action. Her bucking slowed as I got softer.

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

Betsy turned to me. She took my hired man and crawled to the sofa. Betsy lay on her back with one infantry on the coffee tree mesa and one on the floor. Her pussy lip were wide open and a large dollop of cum filled the void. She pulled me tight then guided my headspring between her clear bit lips. The odour was strong. The smell of his second load of pungent, steamy white cum mixed with her odoriferous pussy succus filled my nostril. I was apprehensive. Sometimes I don't want to taste cream after I've cum. Would it be as unspoiled as the world-class of his cream pies that I ate ? Just as before, I kissed her clitoris and cunt with a closed in mouthpiece. I felt his warm burden against my lip and typeface. Betsy's cunt was slippery in cum. She liked the touch 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 twat hollow ”.

Jeff must have been doing a good job. Lisa was rubbing her cunt and ass all over Jeff's fount ; his hands on her tits. I could learn him slurping up my cargo as he ate Lisa's ass and puss. The more he ate, the more than she talked."Eat my ass. Lick up every drop curtain of cum from my dirty golf hole. He stretched my tight 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 twat juice taste perception good with your cum"she said as she sucked his tool deep in her throat.

I could see Lisa's ass and slit as Jeff ate her out. I opened my mouth and licked Betsy's cum soaked clit. The preference was just as before. The taste was salty, tangy and sticky as I slowly lapped up the emollient. I took a finger and coated it with cum. I began to slide it into her ass as my kitty eating deepen. 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 undefendable pussy ; I gulped the cum and sucked on her clitoris and brim ; my finger fucked her tight ass. Betsy was arching her back and grinding her pussy into my typeface and mouth. I heard both Lisa and Betsy cumming as they were both being eaten. The both squealed as the came ; their pelvic arch grinding their pick PIE into us. Soon both girls stopped. Betsy pulled my psyche 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 spent torso. The four of us lay motionless, breathing in the fragrance of hot sex.

Eventually, without often talking, Betsy and I took cascade together in the downstairs lav 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… .