Betsy and I are at the lake waiting for another couple, Jeff and Lisa. We met them last twelvemonth. They are interchangeable in age and material body as we are. They arrive and we sit on the patio having a crapulence while we catch up on recent events.

Lisa is sitting to my right. She is wearing a white blouse that buttons down the social movement and a dyad of curt pink shorts. The top few buttons are undone ; the one in the center of her chest is straining to hold in her shirt closed. She turns towards me and leans forward to emphasize a dot about her job. Her shirt bent open showing a very noticeable tan tune plunging between her chest. The four-way conversation continues without much fanfare.

I got up to get some collation and Lisa follows me into the kitchen. As we cut up cheese and set up snapper on a platter she brushes against me. I think zilch of it until it happens several more time. offset it's her arm across my ass, then her tits against my arm. It may just be my imagination ; but I'm enjoying it. This continues as we prepare the snacks.

Back at the table, we take out seats and pick up on the conversation. Lisa's chairperson is now a footling finisher to mine. She adjusts herself and I am getting an even serious view of her tan line. Jeff made some scuttlebutt and Betsy cracks a one-liner and we all laugh. Lisa leans in to me and scuttlebutt on how funny Betsy is. As she leans in, her shirt opens a little more and her brown, the right way areola and mamilla are clearly seeable against her milky whitened tit. I feel my cock twinge. She must experience seen me staring, but leaned back in her chair without making a reaction and doesn't adjust her shirt to shroud anything.

Lisa wants to get out on the lake and exact a gravy holder ride. We all go inside and alteration. Betsy has on a tankini, Lisa a yellowed one piece with a plunging neck opening. Betsy's top has a gentle rule and the V-neck that drops down nicely between her breast. Her blue shorts show off her nicely tanned ramification.

We begin to cruise around the lake, continuing our conversation, enjoying the sun and getting very strong. Lisa want to swim. We pull into a partially secluded cove and drop curtain mainstay. There are a few gravy boat out on the independent lake ; but we're the sole sauceboat in the cove.

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

Lisa asks if the pee is warm. I open a door and adhere my foot it."It's warm"I said.

"Are you sure ?"She asks. I tell her to stick her invertebrate foot in and see for herself. She said"I'm afraid You'll energy me in !"I put my script on her shoulder, her peel is warmly and indulgent, and I promise not to push her in. She tests the piddle and agrees.

I ask her and Jeff if they each want to have a raft to swim on. Lisa says yes but Jeff replies he isn't ready to float. Betsy also will wait.

Lisa stands at the top of the ladder. She tries to position the raft so she can get on without getting too wet. She tries to go down facing forward, then backwards. The stack is getting the unspoilt of her. As she leans toward the water to lieu the raft, her sunglasses begging to fall. She catches them and turns to bridge player them to me so I can safely salt away them. As she does, Another small wardrobe malfunction ; another nip-slip. It's a low slip but she knows that I saw it. Lisa flashes me a coy grinning. She maneuvers onto the mass. I follow on my peck.

We swam for a while, floating on the floaties, soaking up re. We drift and float continuing our conversation. I see Betsy and Jeff sitting and chatting on the face bench seat together while the music plays. A gentle breeze pushes us away from the boat. I can't hear Betsy or Jeff. Lisa too has drifted farther from me and it's hard to get a line each other. I paddle to her. She grabs my spate and clout us together. Her head is at my foot and visa versa. I hold her peck too, every once and awhile, a wave from a sauceboat on the main lake exit by breaks over the raft and startles her. The cold water supply on her chest raises her nipples. I notice that her bathing wooing is riding up her crotch. It's tight against her and the water helps to show the lineation of her slit. Her lips are noticeable ; no sign of a pubic hair. I'm sure she catches me staring at her. Occasionally she adjusts her causa, but only makes it More learn against her skin. Watching her wet, sexy body is turning me on. Only the cold-blooded H2O keeps my cock from standing at attending.

Lisa reaches under my raft and rubs against my leg."oh, drab, I didn't mean to grab your ass"she said. I tell her it's just my leg."Then I'm really sorry"she replies with a smile.

As we float, well away from the boat, I get glimpses of Jeff and Betsy sitting close together. I can't hear them ; but they seem to be laughing and enjoying each other.they seem much closer together each time I look at them. Their arms are resting on the back of the tail shock, almost embracing.

After almost an time of day on the rafts, Lisa tells me she is getting inhuman and wants to get out. Cold or excited, her nipples are very erect. I reluctantly agree and follow her.

Lisa reaches the ladder first. She has a piffling problem getting off the raft and onto the ladder. I gently reach forward, hold the ladder with one helping hand and push her hip with the former. As she climbs up, I get another outstanding vista of her ass and pussy covered only by the thin, wet fabric.

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

Soon the music and the tender sun had everyone relaxed. The young woman worked on their tans ; adjusting the suites to get maximum sun coverage.

Jeff and I both have our shirts off. Everyone is air drying and basking in the sun. Both girls have pulled the shoulder strap off or to the side during the day to remove about of the tan stock. Neither young woman was topless but the wine made them less interest if a strap dropped a little low.

Then we sat around listening to tunes and chatting.

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

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

Jeff quickly responded,"Well how a great deal are you worth ? What are your pace ?"

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

With that, everyone fusillade out laughing and had another deglutition. The sun, the lake, the tunes and the booze are making everyone loose.

Betsy, in the presence of the boat plopped down on the bench can again next to Jeff. I started the engine and Lisa sat in the rear across the aisle from me and curled up in the reclining frame seat facing me. She closed her center, pulled the straps of her top down feather, farther than before and I think, and showed off a little tit for me.

Then we rode around the lake for a change of pace. Betsy and Jeff were up battlefront giggling and I couldn't make out much of their talking due to the noise of the locomotive. She had her back against the cushion, her feet on the deck of cards. Gradually, I notice she had one infantry on the deck, the other on the bench. Her legs were outspread capable. Betsy was laughing. I didn't think much of it at first-class honours degree ; but she was really enjoying herself ( and Jeff ) to a greater extent than I've seen her in quite a patch. Jeff had one foot on the workbench between her branch, and possibly on her thigh.

Lisa shifted in the derriere, a bit suggestively,"The sun tone good, and Mmmm I feel really good."Lisa said as rolled to her back and spread her branch to uncover her inner thigh. This was making it gruelling for me to focus on driving the sauceboat. In my nous, her poses were getting sexier. She shifted, her right wing hand rested suggestively on her depleted stomach and left hand reached out toward me.

Between the two girlfriend, I was getting horny and my cock a little chubby.

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

A few minute of arc passed."My suit is almost dry, but I'm wet."She said as she pulled at the textile of her suit of clothes near her stomach. It pulled nasty and away from her skin. For a few second, the flexible around her legs pulled away and exposed a cut slip of her dismal bush. Then I looked into her eyes. She gave a coy picayune grin then she looked toward my genitalia. I think she noticed that she had made my hammer stiff."You seem to be enjoying this as very much as I am."She said.

She pulled at the suit again so that it just covered her snatch, showing how snip her George W. Bush was."I want to belittle my tan melody. You'd like that, right ?"Was it the wine-coloured talking or was she suggesting something Thomas More ?

I nervously glanced at Betsy. We had never crossed this personal line of credit and I was for sure I would get myself in trouble if I went down this road too far with Lisa. Betsy and I often fantasized about 3-somes and four-somes but never went past the fantasy. The idea of Betsy sucking and fucking someone else was a bout on for both of us ; but a little scary. She always said that, if I wanted, she would love a guy ; but not suck him off. Betsy loved making cream pies with me and the mentation of her pussy filled with someone else's cream turned her on and made me curious. Giving other cat BJ's was ‘ too personal'for her and she saved her mouth for me only. She gives nifty blowjob and I tease her that she should give deterrent example to her acquaintance so they can delight their lovers.

I saw that Betsy has slid down the couch ; she was almost matted on her back with her head slightly propped up. One leg was on the bench behind Jeff and the early dangling over with her groundwork on the deck. Jeff was facing her with his leg bent-grass and knee toward her. Her genitalia was pressed against his knee. Her dreary underdrawers rode up her peg'barely covering her pussy. Her eyes were fixed on Jeff ; she didn't glance toward me or Lisa. I wasn't for certain if I was thankful that she wasn't listening to us and watching me or if I should be getting overjealous of how"well-situated"she was getting with Jeff. It didn't affair ; the two girls were getting me turned on by the minute.

After 2 time of day on the lake, Betsy announces"we're getting pledge and roasted ! Let's head back."so we headed in. Maybe Betsy will jump-start my os when we get back or maybe this will go somewhere else. Either way, my peter needed female attention.

The trip back was a little more of the same. Betsy and Jeff having a private conversation ; Lisa continues to be a teasing, both in her conversation and body oral communication. We docked the boat."Go ahead, I'll close up down here"I said. No one objected. The 3 of them go up to the house. I can hear them laughing as they go up the stairs. I refill the boat with gas, put away the floaties and put the cover on the boat. It takes about 25 or 30 transactions before I can head up to fall in them. As I head in, I figured they were all showered and relaxed, or Lisa and Jeff were going at it and hopefully Betsy was waiting to subscribe attention of me.

I go in the gage door and can hear the shower running play, I see Lisa going into guest bedchamber. She has a towel wrapped half way around her, showing heap of leg and a little ass. She smiles and gives me a little wave."Enjoy"she said as she closed the threshold.

No time for me to respond."Strange"I think. Did she ask that as a question ? Enjoy putting the boat away ? I wondered. She didn't pay me a 2nd look. All of the flirting in the boat seems to be leading to nothing.

I dropped my shirt on the floor, pour a glass of H2O, take a gulp and climb up the stair. I reach the top and round the corner into our bedchamber. Then to my surprise….

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

The covers are hanging to the storey. Her head is propped on the pillow. She is looking at me and smiling. The left strap of her tank top is pulled down exposing her flannel, left titty. It is stark egg white against her tan chest. Her nipple is rear. The blue sky drawers are on the floor. She has her unexpended leg bent with the knee in the air. Her right leg is spreading apart on the bed. Her left manus is between her peg. Her fingers, shaved pussy lips and thigh are coated in midst, white cum ; a stark cream-pie. Her fingers are circling her clit, working the cum into a sweat.

"I've made a pick pie for you. I know how you like it. Actually it's a pick pie that we made for you."

I'm stunned."WOW"is all I could say. She looks so sure-footed and sexy. We've fantasized about her with 2 putz ; but she never could get past the sleeping accommodation fantasy. We've played"who would you fuck"in bars but never past the supposititious phase. Now her cunt was coated in person else's cum.

With her veracious paw she motions me."seed here. Dessert for you and more cookery for me ”. I slowly approach the side of the bed. My prick has stiffening and she reaches toward me. She wraps her hand around my cadaver cock through my bathing suit. After a few strokes, she pulls at the shank band and said,"It's time to disclose the next ingredient"; I help crusade them to the floor.

She wraps her hired man around the swollen shaft and pulls the point to her sassing."Time to prepare the next path"She said as she licks the point like a lollypop. My eyes are glued to the titillating vista, her fingers working the cream pie on to her clit. I may hold mumbled ; but surely couldn't get the Holy Scripture out. Betsy's decently hand is firmly clenched around the shaft of my pecker. She pulls me on to the bed and I straddle her head, never taking my eyes off of her cream soaked pussy. I kneel over her heading facing her sexy pussy. My leave mitt orbit for her bare left tit. I slowly draw a circle around her tit with my finger's breadth. I pinch her nipple ; gently at first, then harder. She tenses at the pinch. My middle still glued to her cream pie.

Betsy pulls my ass down on to her face. I feel her natural language against my clump. I keep them shaved for her. She licks them eagerly like a thaw ice cream cone. I lean forward resting on my forearms. My gruelling cock is against her left-hand tit. My eyes are fixed on her fingers strumming her cum soaked clit, poking out from her emollient covered hood.

She opens her mouth and takes my lump into her. She spits them out."Doesn't the pie look honest ? Don't you want to get a good look at it ?"Her in good order hired hand is behind my back. She pulls my pectus down on her. My grimace is inches from her cream covered cunt. I can smell her sweet sex mixed with the pungent, SALT air scent of semen. I've tasted and smelled my cum on her before. This was different. I've never smelled another man's cum before, let alone on Betsy. Her pussy lips are circulate wide-eyed apart. By the looks of her pussycat she obviously had just been fucked ; but not by me. Her inner lips were also spread apart and her vagina was wide candid. He must have pulled out while cumming in her and gibe a few survive streams of cum on her. There are several globs of boneheaded Edward Douglas White Jr. cum on her trimmed George Herbert Walker Bush above her clit and one on her thigh. There is a pond of juicy, whiten cum filling her out-of-doors puss mess. It seems to be a mixture of sperm and her twat juice. The rest of her puss was glistening in a wet, lightly colored cream and succus. A modest white stream of juice leaked in rivulets to her ass. She not only had just been fucked, but she got very juicy and he left a gravid load when he came in her snatch.

Scripture still get away me. Her rima oris is too busy sucking my formal to talk.

She gently sucks one of my ball and, with both of her workforce behind my neck, twist my boldness onto her puss. My brim public press into her cream covered muff. I push my close mouth onto her surface slit. The cream is lovesome and slippery ; the aroma new and heavenly. I feel the jelly like cum being pushed by my lips. I kiss her pussy lips with my closed in sass. I lift my head to enjoy the aspect ; cum sticks to my moustache and descriptor strings of man succus to the fuzz of her trim down pubic landing comic strip. Then I open my lips and my tongue tastes her sweetness succus and the salty, lemonlike cum coating the surface area around her cattle farm twat lip. I ‘ m not bisexual or cuckhold ; but eating Betsy's pussy full of someone else's cum while she sucks my balls was strangely titillating and a turn-on."Delicious"was all I could say.

Her rima oris end on my lump sack and she sucks more forcefully. I open my mouth and taste the glistening mixture of their sex. Licking as I went, I touched the glob of flannel goo on her second joint with the tip of my lingua. It was pushed to the side by my tongue. I open my oral cavity and blow it in. It's still hot ; the taste is strong and salty. I do the same to the great clod of semen above her clit. I suck them into my sass. I don't withdraw them ; but let them undulate in my mouth. following I fully probe her inner snatch lips. I bury my tongue into the pool of cum in her vagina. I swirl my spit in her like a cocktail swizzle stick. Some of the cum is boneheaded, white and creamy ; some is meld with her bitch succus, clearer but still sleek down. I've never felt her snatch this juicy and slipperiness. I pull my heading back, elevate up her hips so I can lick the river of juice that runs to her ass. I flick her cum coated dickhead with the tip of my tongue. I lap up cum as my tongue heads back to her slit. I tongue her clitoris through the thick, slippery pick coating it. I Gallic kiss her kitty-cat as I tongue her from her clitoris to her ass again. My tongue slowly circles her clitoris, once, twice, slowly at first, then down to her creamy ass. After a second of licking and pushing the cum around her clit I pick up speed. The discernment of the mixed cum is intoxicating. I feel as senior high school as she did from the wine. The view of tasting another's cum never turned me on ; but seeing this large lading on and in Betsy was dissimilar. She always gets turned on when we fantasize about her doing 2 guys. She loves a dildo or vibrator in her pussy as she sucks me off. If I talk to her about taking 2 cocks at once, she cums quickly and hard. She has always been too timid to act on it. Now, although it's not 2 guys at once, it's 2, back to back. I don't know what prompted her over the edge ; but I liked it.

Suddenly she pushes my off of her."Do you desire sloppy s ? Time to fuck me and add to a greater extent cream to my pie !"she says.

Without answering, I turn and emplacement my cock in front of her bedcover, cream filled bitch. I lean into her and kiss her hard on her open mouth. The cum, still in my mouth, spills into hers. Our knife grapple and she tastes the salty elixir of her pussy juice and his cum. The head of my stopcock pushing into the pick pie and forces her pussy brim wider apart. I slide my hard cock deeper into her, slippery, cream filled slit. She gasps. I slowly pull out and push up back in. Several more knife thrust and cum is oozing from her, coating my cock and clump. I pull my mouth from hers ; she swirls her cum drink with her tongue and swallows.

"enough"she says and in an exigent her pussy pulls from my cock. She spins around and guidebook my cum drenched cock into her open mouth. Her legs are dispersed wide. Her cunt and thigh are soaked in a frothy cream. I dive into her with my sassing open wide-cut. My mouth covers her spread out puss backtalk. I roll her on top of me. Cum is dripping on to and into my mouth and coating my brass. I savor this new see look of her juices. I've often eaten her pussy filled with my cum. This gustatory modality is similar, but different. I don't know if it was because I was happy that she finally fulfilled her secret desire to have it off someone else or because it was her and my first substantial sloppy seconds. As I savored her cream pie she licked and sucked my stiff turncock. She cleaned off every cliff of the sexy juice mixture from my dick and balls.

I thrust my tongue deeper into her slipery slit, lapping up her juices. Stanford White drops of cum still covered her ass and crack. As I fucked her cunt with my tongue, I coated my right eye finger in his cum. Then I slid my slippery digit up, circled her ass and gently slid the tip of it in. She must have liked it, she sucked my balls harder. Timing the knife thrust of my tongue in her twat, I slid my finger to the 1st joint, then the second gear. Her breathing quickened and her tongue circled by chunk. She lifted her ass and pushed my font hard into her opened rim. My cum soaked finger worked in and out, ever so slightly deeper until it was fully buried in her ass as she was rocking back and Forth River, up and down. Her rima oris was around my musket ball, her juicy slit fucked by my glossa and her ass fucked by my cum soaked finger. This was sexual heaven. My burden was set up to burst forth as she edged toward an orgasm. I could finger her cum against my mouth. Her ass clenched my fingerbreadth and held it tight. She lifted her hips driving her puss against my hungry mouth.

Again she pushed me off. She pulled my hammer and positioned it against her parted cunt lip. She pulled me into her as she thrust her coxa into me."fulfill my cunt up again with more cum"she whispered."It felt good when he filled me, now I want to feel you fill me ”. We fucked hard as she came again. My pecker exploded forcefully into her pussy, filling it with another, different cream pie. I fucked her until I was empty. She continued to grind her clit against me. My cock grew easygoing. She pulled me off and laid beside me. She was still hot and she slid a finger to her clit now soaked in my cum. She turned and kissed the fountainhead of my prick, then began licking the creamy sex succus from the 3 of us off the pass. She said"Let's see if your cum has dissimilar flavor from his ”. I slid my caput to her snatch. It too was now coated in the cum from the 3 of us. My putz was responding to her tongue. Likewise, I replaced her finger's breadth on her clit with my tongue. It tasted different than before ; a new drinking. My cum tasted saltier. I pulled her on top of my so that this drinking would flow into my mouth. I didn't want to spill a drop.

Betsy licked the headway of my cock and then the shaft. She then took my cock into her mouth and sucked the last free fall of my cum from my cock. I stiffened, my cock was responding to her. She sucked my cock and fucked it with her mouth. After a few minutes my cock was rock hard. She licked some cum from my Ball, trading my straight cum with the 3 mortal mixture. She seemed to revel changing between the two flavors.

Her hip continued a slow whirling working her clit against my waiting mouth. She was picking up upper. Her hips moved faster and harder, grinding her clit into my oral cavity as she sucked my cock harder, with my fucking her sass faster. I don't recognise how long it took but we both came again. She was bucking her puss against me like a crazy buck and I was fucking her mouth. She deep throated my entire cock. Each poking of my cock buried into her throat as my balls slapped her face. She sucked me dry and I nearly passed out as she smothered my mouth and nose with her cum soaked pussy and ass. The olfactory property and taste were the best I've had.

As we slowed, I rolled her off of me. We were both spent. We lay drenched in travail and cum. We both realized what happened at the same fourth dimension. We had sucked and fucked with groundless abandon, all the while the door to our room was wide-eyed open and our guests were across the hallway. I'm not sure as shooting if they enjoyed listening to us or joined in with their own party. We had been too interfering to notice.

After a few min we both grabbed our towels and walked, naked past their room to the shower bath. I wonder if this gave them any thought or if this will chair to a new chapter. time will tell .