In heat at first sight

My girlfriend Jenny and I have been dating for six months. She's a beautiful blue-eyed blonde with a large bust and a gorgeous figure. She's my ex-girlfriend's best friend, and our relationship started so quickly—it was love at first sight.

Jenny was living in my and my ex-girlfriend's house at the time. One day, we were chatting in the backyard, and I couldn't take my eyes off her alluring cleavage. She eventually noticed, so I tried to cover it up by complimenting her dress.

She found it amusing and gave me a flirty wink, saying she'd let me see her as much as I wanted when we were alone.

Finally, when my girlfriend went shopping alone, we couldn't wait to start a wild, passionate kiss. Her tongue swirled wantonly in my mouth, and I pulled down her dress, admiring her breasts encased in a beautiful bra. Soon, the last restraint was gone.

I cupped the sphere I'd been dreaming of for so long, playing with the huge, pink nipples, teasing them gently with my tongue. My penis became harder than ever before. When Jenny touched it, she giggled and said, "Come on, hurry up, we only have time for oral sex." Then she knelt down, pulled down my pants, and frantically swallowed and sucked my penis, occasionally glancing up at me with her beautiful blue eyes.

I wished the whole day could have gone on like this, but she decided to save the best for our next date.

What followed was predictable: Jenny and I moved in together. As you can imagine, we had frequent, frenzied sex, and I discovered she had a particular fondness for anal sex. When I fucked her tight asshole in doggy style, making her breasts sway back and forth, her expression repeatedly confirmed my suspicions.

We often recorded our lovemaking, and our collection of videotapes kept growing. One tape was entirely filled with ejaculation footage; I remember there were about a hundred. I often rewatched that tape, immersing myself in the close-up shots of her tilting her head back, sticking out her tongue, and using her beautifully manicured fingers with long, painted nails to stroke my penis until I ejaculated onto her face.

I vividly remember the best scene: just as I ejaculated, the phone rang. Jenny answered it, a few drops of semen still on her face. She sat on the sofa and picked up the receiver.

"Oh, hello, Mom, what are you doing?"

Jenny sat there, absentmindedly listening to the phone, semen dripping down her cleavage. Every now and then, with graceful movements, she would scoop up a drop, smear it on her nipples or tongue, playing with the droplets, drawing them into shimmering threads, staring at me with lustful eyes.

“Oh, today? Okay, goodbye.”

Then Jenny told me her mother was on her way, what a buzzkill.

We had just finished cleaning up and putting away the camera when the doorbell rang. I went to the door and saw a woman's figure through the frost-covered window. I took a deep breath, bracing myself for a conservative old lady, even though I disliked all the formalities of a son-in-law meeting his in-laws.

I opened the door, and there was Jenny's mother. She smiled and said, “Hello, I'm Sandra.” But I still felt incredibly embarrassed because her face clearly betrayed her thoughts: “You were just doing it with my daughter.”

I looked her over and noticed she was a little taller than Jenny, with dark brown hair. She was wearing a coat, but seemed to love high heels just like her daughter.

Jenny poked her head out from the kitchen and said, “Hi! Mom.” Sandra walked into the living room, looked around with satisfaction, smiled at me, and took off her coat. I could hardly believe my eyes.

She was wearing a high-necked, long-sleeved, tight-fitting black mini-dress, which accentuated her already impressive breasts. A small round hole in the neckline revealed a patch of snow-white skin. As she turned to hang up her coat, I could see the outline of her underwear against the fabric. Her hips were quite slender. "What a big-breasted woman," I thought with a hint of mockery, "top-heavy."

Jenny had mentioned that when she went shopping with her mother, she noticed her looking for an H-cup bra, but I'd always wondered what such breasts looked like. Now I saw them. As Sandra looked me up and down, a familiar feeling washed over me: "Instant lust..."

For days after my first meeting with Sandra, whenever I was home alone, I was consumed by lust, unable to stop thinking about her. Everything about her was so perfect.

I tried everything to quell my desires, even resorting to phone sex. I found a number in the newspaper, dialed it, and asked a prostitute on the other end to impersonate Sandra and become my lover. I loved fantasizing that Sandra was my secretary, wearing a skirt that was as short as it could be and a white shirt, maybe even Jenny's panties or some other small-sized sexy lingerie. This incestuous thought always thrilled me, and I would ejaculate rapidly.

The following week, on a day off, Jenny called, asking me to go to the store to buy her something.

I thought my chance had come. I asked Jenny if her mother minded me borrowing a camera head cleaner.

Jenny said, "No, but you'd better make sure that old bitch doesn't want to suck your dick, baby!"

I laughed, but decided that if I hadn't touched Sandra's breasts by dinner time, I'd use Jenny's G-cup instead, even though she might be having her boss fuck her from behind while calling me. The image of his hot semen flowing from her mouth now aroused me even more. This bitch must be sucking his throbbing, enormous cock, playing with his hairy balls, and moaning with pleasure.

I found Sandra's number in Jenny's phone book (though I'd secretly memorized it after seeing it from behind Jenny that day), picked up the phone, dialed, my heart pounding. "Hello, it's me. Will you be home later, Sandra?"

"Ah, of course."

Twenty minutes later, I stood at her apartment door. Sandra opened the door. Today she was wearing a white backless top, jeans, and stilettos. She smiled slightly and led me inside. I felt a rush of excited blood to my head. Although I tried to hide my nervousness, the problem was, how could I remain calm in front of the clearly visible outline of her nipples protruding from her top?

"Honey, would you like some tea?" Sandra asked.

“Okay, thank you.”

I watched Sandra open the refrigerator door and bend to the right. Naturally, the outline of her panties reappeared on her tight jeans—oh, what a beautiful backside! She turned to me, brushing her dark brown hair to one side.

“Would you like some milk?” she asked with a smile.

“Hmm… sure, a little.”

Sandra brought over the tea and sat down beside me. I was starting to regret not wearing underwear; nothing to restrain the biggest erection of my life!

She pretended not to notice and asked me questions about work and how things were going with Jenny. I pretended to chat with her about work and life, but actually, I just wanted to catch a glimpse of her incredible cleavage every now and then. Like Jenny, she had freckles on her chest. I knew Jenny's freckles came from frequent sunbathing, and I was about to ask her if she had the same when her cry interrupted my thoughts.

"Oh my god, I'm so clumsy! I spilled my tea!"

Warm liquid trickled down Sandra's cleavage, and I couldn't let this opportunity pass.

"Do you need my help?"

I leaned closer, picked up a small handkerchief, and began wiping her chest. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I stopped when I touched the edge of her shirt.

"No, it's not all gone..." Sandra's voice sounded a little dazed.

So I gently pulled open her shirt, revealing the upper part of her left breast, and I immediately noticed the distinct line left by sunbathing. Her breast trembled slightly under the gentle rubbing of my hand, which was wiping away the "liquid," and Sandra gasped.

I finally slipped my hand inside her shirt, caressing her large nipple, cupping her magnificent breast in my hand, turning my head towards her, and began a deep kiss. Our mouths were wide open, our tongues intertwined. Sandra moved her hand to my lower abdomen, feeling the firm contour, then skillfully unzipped her pants and took out my penis. We sat on the sofa, kissing passionately, spitting as we did so, making loud noises. I played with her H-cup breasts, while she rhythmically stroked my penis with her beautifully manicured hand.

"You're not in a hurry to leave, are you?" she whispered.

"Oh, I have to pick up Jenny in a bit," I reminded her.

“Jenny? Which Jenny?” she giggled.

Then she reached behind her neck and unbuttoned her blouse. I finally saw the enormous breasts I had fantasized about for years. They were so white, a stark contrast to the light tan of her skin from sunbathing, with equally large brown nipples, much larger than Jenny’s, which could also be described as enormous, and even more arousing. They must have been thoroughly nourished by sexual pleasure.

I kept circling my tongue around each firm nipple. On a whim, I cupped both breasts and let Sandra lick them herself. Then I watched in disbelief as she simultaneously took both nipples into her mouth and sucked them vigorously.

Then she bent down, with an excited moan, licking the tip of my hard penis, and then began to skillfully swallow my cock, her mouth still warm from the hot tea. The afternoon silence was broken only occasionally by Sandra’s sucking sounds and moans. She relentlessly squeezed every drop of fluid from the flowing liquid. After about ten minutes, Sandra stood up and pulled down her jeans. She was wearing a pair of ruffled panties, and I could see her pubic hair was neatly shaved.

"Want to continue?" she teased.

"Of course."

Then she chuckled, "Then let me know what you and my slutty daughter have been doing."

"Do you have lubricant or Vaseline?" I asked.

Sandra quickly brought Vaseline, and I stood up, gently assuming a doggy-style position. I pulled her panties aside, eliciting soft, pleasurable breaths from her, and then licked her vulva and anus. Sandra quickly became highly aroused, so I applied Vaseline around her anus and placed my penis there.

With an indescribable, overwhelming pleasure, I penetrated my girlfriend's mother's anus. She let out joyful moans, pleading, "Deeper, baby, deeper."

I slowly and powerfully fucked her, admiring the beautiful sight in the large mirror of the room: Sandra, still wearing high heels and panties, was being fucked from behind, her mouth slightly open in extreme pleasure, her large breasts swaying back and forth.

Finally, I felt myself about to climax, shouting, "I'm going to cum, let me cum on your face!"

Sandra screamed in response, "Oh, that's great!"

I pulled out my penis, and she turned around, sitting on the sofa, one hand frantically rubbing her clitoris, the other stroking my penis. I couldn't hold back any longer; my testicles contracted, and I ejaculated large amounts of semen onto her face repeatedly. She moaned, wantonly sticking out her tongue to lick and suck the semen dripping from her face, hair, and breasts, eventually swallowing most of it.

We cleaned ourselves, and I said goodbye, asking if I would see her again soon.

"Of course, don't forget I'll be having dinner with you and Jenny tomorrow." I kissed her again, caressing her hips.

For the rest of the day, her laughter and those breasts—the best I'd ever seen—haunted my mind. How could I be satisfied with anything less?

That night, I lay in bed thinking of Sandra. Though my desire had been fully satisfied earlier, it was now stirring again. I considered my options: wake Jenny and have passionate sex with her; sneak out to find Sandra; sleep. I chose the last.

The next day at work, I was restless, constantly thinking about Sandra coming over for dinner: I'd see her again… but what would happen when they met… would Jenny suspect anything… what if she did? I shook my head with a wry smile, trying to banish the questioning from my mind.

Night fell quickly, and Jenny and I were preparing dinner in the kitchen. Jenny was wearing a pink t-shirt that perfectly showcased her G-cup bust, tight blue jeans, and pink high heels. Her beautiful blonde hair was simply clipped back. She bustled about in the kitchen, checking the oven and stirring the salad. Soon, I was desperately trying to suppress the urge to pin her down on the sink from behind, to grasp her large breasts, to caress her long, white neck with my nose, and to inhale her fragrance.

Just as I was fidgeting, the doorbell rang, pulling me back to reality.

"Damn, she's here early," Jenny grumbled.

"I'll go answer the door," I said.

I walked to the door, feeling my heart pound several octaves faster. "This feels dangerous," I thought, and opened the door. "Hi, Sandra!" I managed to manage a dry greeting.

She mumbled a "hello" through her throat, entered the room, leaned forward, and gently kissed my cheek, just like any normal parent would—except for a light pat on the bottom. She walked into the house, sniffed contentedly, and smiled, "Smells delicious, darling. What are you making?"

"Baking treats, Mom. Would you like a drink?" Jenny asked.

Sandra took off her coat, and that familiar feeling left me speechless once again. She wore beautiful makeup, her hair casually pulled back like Jenny's, a white blouse with the top two buttons undone, revealing the edge of an H-cup lace bra. She wore a black knee-length striped skirt that contrasted with her tanned, slightly freckled breasts, sheer black stockings, and sparkly black stilettos.

All of this made her look like a flight attendant, a businesswoman… or a porn star.

She stared directly at me, a provocative smile, and blew me a barely perceptible kiss. Jenny, with her back to us, was completely oblivious.

Dinner dragged on endlessly; I had no appetite—not for the food. I put down my fork and peeked at Sandra from under the table, instantly feeling a surge of heat—she must have known I was watching her, because she crossed her legs back and forth, causing her skirt to ride up about five inches, revealing her snow-white thighs above her stockings, and occasionally glimpsing her smoothly shaved pubic area. No underwear—she meant it—I thought. As I sat up straight, Jenny gave me a suspicious look for a second before continuing her conversation with her mother.

After dinner, finally unable to bear the torment of facing two fiery women without being able to eat them, I made an excuse about a headache and went upstairs to lie down for a while. I returned to my bedroom, closed the door, sat on the edge of the bed, and stared straight at myself in the large mirror.

I couldn't hold back any longer and decided to release my pent-up desire. I closed my eyes, and the image of having sex with Sandra yesterday immediately came to life: her alluring waist bent before me, my penis thrusting in and out of her tight anus, my hands gripping her pale, thin buttocks, watching her brown hair dance against her slightly freckled back… “Can I help you, darling? You certainly don’t want to waste that fluid.” It was Sandra whispering. She came in and locked the door. I opened my eyes and saw her reflection in the mirror: my pants were wide open, and I held my engorged penis in my hand.

“But Jenny…” I struggled to squeeze out a few words through my heavy breathing.

“Don’t worry, she’s on the phone with Sharon. It won’t be over for several hours.”

Sandra walked gracefully towards me, knelt down before me, and ripped off my pants, then my shoes and socks. She licked my testicles, causing them to involuntarily contract from intense pleasure, then delicately licked my penis from base to tip, blowing hot breath onto the glans while swallowing a few drops of her own fluids as she moaned ecstatically. She playfully drew a thin, silvery thread between her dark lipstick-covered lips and my penis, a stark contrast to the pink of her tongue.

Finally, she had her fill and began to hungrily suck on my penis, maintaining a graceful rhythm. I noticed her facial expression was so calm, her eyebrows raised emotionlessly, as if the one performing oral sex on me was another woman.

"I can't hold on much longer, be careful," I whispered.

Sandra stopped, looking up at me. "Are you worried my little Jenny will find out? That little slut will sleep with any living thing." Sandra stood up, turned, and sat on my lap. "Aren't we a perfect match?"

Looking in the mirror over her shoulder, I realized she was absolutely right. We looked so lewd and well-matched. I reached around her back and unhooked her blouse and bra—a move I'd practiced in my mind all night—freeing her enormous breasts, which bounced up and down, once again astonishing me with the size of her nipples. Sandra sighed contentedly, spreading her legs, one leg raised high, the heel of her high heel digging deep into the sheets.

"Oh! Baby, fuck me with your cock!" she whispered, turning her face and licking her hot tongue inside my ear.

I lifted her skirt and found that her pubic hair, except for a carefully trimmed triangle at the very top, was completely shaved, and the skin around her labia felt silky smooth.

For the next few minutes, I played with her clitoris until we could no longer control our desire. She then guided my penis into her vagina, and I looked again at my reflection in the mirror: my penis was going in and out of my girlfriend's mother's body, one hand kneading her large breasts, the other supporting my body from behind, while Sandra stroked her genitals with one hand, occasionally playing with my testicles, and rubbing her nipples with the other.

We fucked like this for about five minutes, during which I tried to listen for any possible footsteps on the stairs, though of course, it was impossible to concentrate. Sandra turned her face, and we licked each other lasciviously. One of my hands reached down, massaging her vaginal opening, feeling the movement of my penis. Then… “You all hide…” Jenny’s voice trailed off. She pushed open the bedroom door, a dishcloth in her hand.

We stared at her in shock, realizing the mirror reflected our lewd state even more vividly: my penis was still fully inside Sandra, her legs spread wide, her large breasts exposed—caught red-handed, irrefutable evidence. What to do?

Hours later, the three of us sat in the living room. After the angry argument, only a irritatingly heavy atmosphere remained.

Sandra had initially chased Jenny out of the bedroom, trying to say something, but a slap landed on her face, followed by a torrent of curses from the bedroom all the way to the living room.

I followed them into the living room, speechless as Jenny hurled the most vicious insults at her mother.

Jenny spotted me, turned around, and shrieked, "How could you sleep with her! She's my mom, my mother!"

Sandra interrupted calmly but firmly, "And who are you? How clean do you think you are?"

I stared at her, expecting Jenny to rush up and slap her again, but to my surprise, Jenny suddenly turned her back, plopped down on the sofa, and crossed her arms.

I was curious about what Sandra was referring to; I think I could guess pretty accurately.

And so we've been sitting here staring at each other ever since.

I looked up at Sandra. To be honest, the interruption of our good time still left me burning with desire, unable to accept that she might just leave like that. I looked at Jenny again, at her beautiful blonde hair, her lovely face, her full breasts… I thought it was time to step in and mediate. Just as I mustered my courage, preparing to suggest we go out for a drink to clear our heads, Sandra spoke. She must have read my mind: “Forget about the past, darling.”

Jenny looked at her incredulously, her attitude slowly softening, but she still stared intently at her mother, tears welling in her eyes.

I began to wonder again about Sandra’s unspoken message. What secret did she know that could be Jenny’s soothing balm?

Sandra stood up, opened her arms, and took a step towards Jenny. Jenny also stood up and went to meet her. I placed my hands on their backs and gently pushed them together.

They embraced silently. I stood by, watching them, and noticed that Sandra was only wearing a shirt, her bra unbuttoned. Her H-cup breasts pressed against Jenny's G-cup breasts, barely contained by her pink t-shirt. My penis immediately hardened again.

I realized that if they didn't turn around, they might not notice me hugging them both at the same time, so I started pressing down on their backs, squeezing their large breasts even tighter. I savored the strange sensation of this position, imagining their skin pressed against each other, nipples touching… My hand slid over Sandra's firm buttocks, slipped under her skirt, and touched her buttocks, gently massaging her anus with my middle finger, occasionally inserting my index finger into her moist vulva. My other hand caressed Jenny's perfectly curved, full buttocks, feeling the outline of her G-string panties through her tight jeans… Enough!

“Come on, baby, let's make up for everything we've lost,” I whispered to Jenny.

I turned her face and kissed her lips. At first, she hesitated, but soon began to respond to me in a daze, her tongue moving in and out of my mouth, entwining with mine, swirling saliva and making lascivious smacking sounds.

My fingers, meanwhile, continued to caress her mother's vulva, focusing on her clitoris.

I was torn: I wanted the three of us to remain in this wonderfully beautiful position, yet I also anticipated further excitement.

Finally, as if making up my mind, I withdrew my hand from Sandra's vulva, mentally planning what other surprises I would give her later, and moved it to Jenny's breasts.

Sandra knelt down, quickly unzipped my pants, letting them slide to the side, and eagerly enveloped my penis with her hot mouth, beginning to give me the best oral sex I had ever experienced.

I looked down, watching her head bob up and down, her long, dark hair flying wildly. Her skirt had slipped down, leaving her in only stockings and gleaming high heels.

From this angle, I could easily admire Sandra's boundless cleavage; her shirt could barely support her trembling breasts.

I sat down on the sofa. Sandra looked up at Jenny, one hand still slowly stroking my penis.

"Your turn, come on, baby."

Jenny unzipped her pants, pulled down her jeans, revealing white G-string panties, knelt between my legs, and began sucking my penis, one hand stroking the shaft, the other playing with my swaying testicles.

Sandra sat on my lap, her back to me as before, legs spread wide. She smiled and said,

"Where were we?"

I reached out and unbuttoned her blouse, freeing her large breasts. We kissed deeply. I foolishly wondered if she could taste her daughter's mouth through mine, but I bet her daughter had swallowed a lot of Sandra's saliva covering my penis, which was now going in and out of her thirsty mouth.

Sandra pulled away from my lips, gazing at her alluring daughter.

"Darling, why don't you let this big cock inside Mommy?"

Jenny reluctantly released my penis, placing the tip between Sandra's labia.

“Yes, that’s it, now put it in, baby.”

Jenny gripped my penis, guiding the way, while I gently supported Sandra’s hips, pushing her forward until my entire penis was inside her.

I rhythmically fucked Sandra, while her daughter licked my scrotum below, occasionally checking Sandra’s clitoris according to the frequency of Sandra’s moans.

All of this made Jenny impatient. She stood up, ripped off her t-shirt and bra, and I bent down, caressing her large, pink nipples with my tongue. They were almost four fingers wide… but only three-quarters the size of her mother’s.

“Isn’t it my turn?” Jenny urged impatiently.

So I lifted Sandra, letting her slip out from under my penis, and stood up. The mother and daughter sat together, looking at me expectantly, longing for another round of passionate sex.

“Oh, baby, yes! Do me like that, please, do me hard!” Jenny moaned.

I was lost in a passionate kiss with her mother, too preoccupied to respond to her passionate cries. We opened our mouths wide to let each other’s tongues fill our mouths.

Sandra breathed heavily, half from the excitement of the kiss, and half from the slight fatigue of supporting her daughter’s weight.

Just now, after enjoying oral sex from both women, I stood up, pulled Jenny up, and had her sit on Sandra’s lap. Then, I knelt in front of them, focusing my attention on their vulvas lined up in a row, ready for my pleasure, while Sandra kneaded Jenny’s ample breasts from behind.

Just imagine the wonderful scene! Sandra's top was open, revealing only high heels and stockings, her long, smooth legs spread wide, her H-cup breasts proudly displayed. Her daughter lay on top of her, wearing only tiny G-line panties and a tight t-shirt rolled up high above her G-cup breasts. Her already erect nipples and clitoris hardened further under Sandra's gentle finger stimulation.

I admired their private parts; Sandra's pubic hair was neatly trimmed, leaving only a small triangle, while Jenny's was clean-shaven.

I meticulously served their vulvas with my hands and mouth, moving back and forth between them, captivated by their beautiful, erect clitoris.

They were almost identical, except Sandra's labia were thicker and slightly darker in color.

I abandoned everything, completely immersed in it. Faint moans, muffled by the ample thighs, reached my ears, but I couldn't tell whose they were… I plunged my penis deep inside Jenny, leaned down, and kissed Sandra behind her, while my hands roamed over their thighs, lifting Sandra's buttocks and pulling them both towards me. Jenny cried out in pleasure under my powerful thrusts.

“I said, now, I… please, please, fuck me with your big cock right now?” Sandra urged, her voice trembling.

So I pulled out, lowered my body slightly, and guided my penis, now fully lubricated by Jenny, into Sandra's vagina.

“Oh, oh, oh oh oh oh…” Sandra cried out with each thrust.

Jenny's wet vulva slid up and down against my lower abdomen, the wild stimulation from the friction amplified by the pleasure emanating from my sucking nipples.

Her breasts were so large that I freed one hand to push them aside, and Sandra immediately understood and stuck out her tongue to lick them.

We spent at least an hour like this, my penis alternately thrusting in and out of the vaginas of two of the sexiest beauties I knew—no, had ever seen—until I felt myself about to climax.

I slowly withdrew from those alluring little holes, straightened up, and the two women slid down and knelt before me. Sandra caressed my thighs and buttocks, while Jenny used her tongue to service my testicles.

As if by telepathy, they simultaneously stopped, tilted their heads back, faces close, mouths open, pink tongues licking their lips, ready to receive my ejaculation.

Hearing their dazed whispers, "Oh, oh, give it to me, baby!" I, already at my limit, only gave them a few quick strokes before shooting streams of hot, thick fluid onto them.

"Oh, damn it!" Sandra cried.

One shot covered the side of her face, hanging from the tip of her hair all the way to one of her slightly squinted eyes; Jenny successfully caught the shot that landed on her cheek and swallowed it silently into her hungry little mouth; the rest shot onto their necks, forming streams that flowed down their bronze, slightly freckled breasts.

Of course, these weren't overlooked either—they quickly reached out and evenly smeared it on their own and each other's large breasts.

Sandra, still not satisfied, performed a finishing act for me: she gently kissed her daughter, slipped her tongue into her mouth, and as they parted, a thin strand of white semen appeared, slowly dangling between their pink tongues until it reached Jenny's cleavage—a place she would then carefully clean with her tongue.

A few days later, I frantically searched for a hard drive at work, finally remembering I'd left it on my bedside table at home. Around lunchtime, I arrived home, only to find I'd forgotten my key at the office. I remembered we kept a spare key near the back door, and Jenny should be home by now, probably making lunch in the kitchen next to the back door.

So I went around to the back door and searched, but to no avail. Just as I was about to knock, I heard Jenny's voice.

"Come in, darling!" Thinking about how this little slut was just standing there watching my predicament, I couldn't help but chuckle, plotting how to punish her.

I covered my face with my hands and looked into the living room through the mirror, only to be met with a sight that utterly baffled me:

Jenny walked into the room carrying a bottle of champagne and two glasses. She didn't seem in a hurry to let me in, and why was she dressed like that? A backless gown with swirling silver embellishments, black high heels, a black beaded necklace, blonde hair pulled back, and full makeup: foundation, dark lipstick, and heavy black mascara… all of this undoubtedly made her look stunning, the dress accentuating her enviable figure… but it was noon? And more importantly, why had I never seen that dress before?

A man—I knew him—her boss casually walked into the room. He was probably in his forties, wearing a dark suit, his hair neatly cut. He smiled knowingly, loosened his tie, and tossed it onto the nearest sofa

. Jenny poured two glasses of champagne, chuckling, and offered him one. A scene all too familiar flashed before my eyes: she had “accidentally” spilled a little wine, a drop? Or two? It landed on her.

I saw her lips form, “Oh my God.”

I saw him take a step forward, take the champagne from her hand, and sniff her chest and cleavage.

I saw Jenny's head tilt back, an expression of pure pleasure on her face. Oh, it was his long tongue, licking her neck from bottom to top, finally reaching her lips in a deep, wanton kiss.

I also saw him kissing her, the obvious bulge in his trousers, her arms wrapped around his body, his hands slowly lifting her skirt, revealing her slender, beautiful buttocks and her black G-string panties, caressing the graceful curves of her hips, her velvety skin.

He smiled and withdrew.

Then his hand reached behind her, unbuttoning her skirt, while Jenny used one hand to play with the bulge in his trousers.

Judging from his astonished expression when her breasts sprang out, I guessed it was the first time he'd seen them.

Her tanned chest contrasted sharply with her fair breasts, her nipples still so large, so pink.

Jenny gave him a captivating smile, and, taking the hint, he began to lick and suckle her large breasts one by one, contorting her face into a mask of wantonness and lust.

She clung tightly to his head, her other hand stroking his now-free penis—the full eight inches.

Her skirt finally fell to the ground.

I couldn't help but gasp: the incredibly tight satin G-string panties, combined with the shimmering high heels and black necklace, transformed her into a perfect sex queen, almost reaching her mother's standards.

At that moment, I felt a complex mix of emotions, but was powerless to do anything, only able to watch, my body growing increasingly aroused uncontrollably.

Then he had her sit on an armchair, spread her legs, pulled her panties aside, and generously kissed her secret place.

After a while, he stood up, and Jenny knelt down, her beautiful hands placed on his buttocks. Although my view was blocked, I knew she was sucking his penis, her blonde hair bouncing up and down, while he used his hand behind his head to direct her rhythm.

She lay down on the carpet, looked up at him, and asked, "Want to fuck me?"

He readily agreed, and I watched him fuck my girlfriend for about ten minutes.

Her legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, her feet, still in high heels, crossed behind him, his large penis going in and out of her dilated vagina, his testicles slapping against her perfect buttocks.

Their shouts and moans could now be clearly heard outside.

Jenny crawled out from under him, and he rolled over, lying on his back on the carpet. Jenny climbed on top of him, eagerly guiding his penis into her with her hands, letting him hold her buttocks with both hands, fucking her steadily and powerfully.

Jenny's moans grew louder, her breasts heaving wildly, her hands groping erratically, trying to grab and fondle his testicles, her mouth gaping open in ecstatic pleasure; clearly, she had forgotten everything else… I'd had enough.

I quickly walked away, found a phone booth, and called Sandra, telling her everything I had just witnessed.

[The End]

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