Lulu's Summer Vacation

My girlfriend Lulu is a true beauty, rich and beautiful! She's 167cm tall, weighs 98kg, has fair and delicate skin, and eyes that crinkle into crescent moons when she smiles. But of course, these aren't what attracts me most. What attracts me most are her breasts. I don't know their exact size, but those perfectly shaped, bowl-like breasts are irresistible to anyone.

We started dating in our sophomore year of college, and finally, summer vacation arrived, allowing us to spend all our time together. On a hot day, going to the movies is a great way to pass the time! More importantly, the dark movie theater and loud speakers perfectly mask Lulu's humiliation and moans! She's very happy to have a rendezvous with her beloved boy at the movie theater!

Today, Lulu wore a light yellow t-shirt and only hot pants, her two long, slender, fair legs generously displayed for all to admire. I remember that the movie being shown that day was "The Great Cause of XX," but naturally, I wasn't interested in watching it! The theater wasn't one of those large, public squares that could hold hundreds of people; it was a small theater that could only accommodate a little over a hundred. I dragged Lulu straight to the last row, obviously because it would be easier to do things there! As for the first row, well, my skills weren't up to par, and I wouldn't dare do anything naughty in front of everyone!

We chose the outermost seats in the last row. She naturally leaned against me, her smooth arms wrapped around mine, her soft breasts pressed tightly against my arm through her bra. Her fragrant breath whispered in my ear, "Bad husband, it's so dark here!"

I chuckled and said, "How can I do it to you if it's not dark!" As I spoke, one hand slipped under her clothes, pressing directly against her firm, full breasts. My girlfriend usually wore an underwire bra to maintain her breast shape; they felt hard to the touch, yet also soft. My hand immediately pressed against her breasts, my fingers slowly kneading the area around her round breasts. Lulu let out a soft moan, giving me a reproachful look, and reached behind her back, actually opening her bra through her thin t-shirt.

I saw all of this, of course, and immediately pulled her bra down to her waist, exposing her delicate breasts completely to my large hands. I gradually tightened my grip on Lulu's breasts, feeling a hard little bud beneath the softness. My index and middle fingers pinched the nipple, the size of a red bean, and Lulu tilted her pretty face up, moaning softly.

Suddenly, I saw a man to my girlfriend's left secretly glancing this way. At this moment, my right hand was ravaging my girlfriend's tender breasts; the thin t-shirt could not hide her high breasts at all, let alone the hand covering them. My girlfriend had been half-turned towards me to facilitate my fondling, completely unaware that the scene of her delicate breasts being played with was almost completely exposed to another man.

Seeing someone wanting to admire his girlfriend's seductive appearance, the guy wasn't going to be stingy. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Turn around so I can use both hands to make you feel good."

His girlfriend opened her eyes and glared at him, then obediently turned to her left, leaning against him, her face still turned towards him, pouting her lips as she waited for his touch.

Unfortunately, my attention was completely elsewhere; I perfunctorily engaged her tongue in a brief exchange, then began vigorously kneading her breasts with both hands. His girlfriend could no longer remain silent; her right hand gripped his pants tightly, and her moans grew more frequent.

The man's eyes widened, staring intently at the pair of high, firm breasts being wantonly played with, almost directly in front of him, while his hand reached into his female companion's bosom, groping her. I then noticed a girl sitting next to him; it was too dark to see her clearly, but she wore a small jacket and a revealing miniskirt, her snow-white thighs making the guy's gaze momentarily glaze over.

Touching her breasts was getting boring, so my right hand slowly moved downwards. My girlfriend stiffened, turned her head, and pleaded softly, "No, Kai, not here..."

Of course, I wouldn't listen. But then an unexpected situation occurred. The man to our left, about three seats away, suddenly stood up and walked towards us. Because my girlfriend was looking back, she didn't see this. I was startled but didn't react at all, my left hand just continuing to knead her breasts as usual. Until the man reached my girlfriend and me, his eyes must have seen her left breast, which was now even more prominent from my left hand, and her perfect right breast, its nipple showing through her thin t-shirt. Because the seats were too cramped, he turned to the side as he passed us, his right hand seemingly intentionally brushing against my girlfriend's right breast, which was protruding because of her sideways posture. My

girlfriend felt the touch on her right breast, but just opened her mouth slightly, seemingly not reacting. I cursed inwardly: "Looking is one thing, but he actually touched her!"

After the man walked away, my girlfriend angrily pulled my hand away, saying resentfully, "Didn't you see him? Why didn't you tell me he was coming? You embarrassed me!" I had no choice but to explain and promise to buy her drinks and popcorn to calm her down. Just as I stepped out of the theater, I saw the man walking towards me. He looked at me with a meaningful smile as he approached, making me feel uneasy. I quickly ran out to buy drinks

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up and down the stairs in the sweltering heat was exhausting. When I returned to the theater, I found my girlfriend wasn't there. I thought I'd gone to the wrong theater, so I checked the door number—it was correct. Oh well, maybe she went to the restroom. I put the Coke and popcorn on my seat and went to wash my face.

I went into the leftmost stall, and just as I pulled down my pants, I suddenly heard a "thump" from the next stall, followed by heavy breathing. Then it stopped abruptly. The young man was puzzled but didn't want to get involved, so he quickly finished his business and left. As he reached the door, he suddenly heard a woman scream, "Ah! No!"

Startled, he wondered if some illicit couple was out there. He quickly walked away, then quietly returned, intending to watch a good show. Sure enough, after his voice faded, the sounds from the toilet stall resumed. He vaguely heard a girl saying "no," followed by the sound of a zipper. There were only three stalls, so he went to the rightmost one, quietly climbed onto the toilet seat, and peeked into the next stall.

What he saw almost made his nose bleed. A fair-skinned girl was being pressed against the cold toilet wall from behind by a dark-skinned man. One of the man's large, dark hands was kneading one of her delicate, white breasts, while his other hand had pulled her hot pants down to her knees, guiding his penis to her firm, upturned buttocks. The girl seemed threatened by the man. Although her mouth wasn't covered, she dared not scream. She could only weakly twist her buttocks, trying to slow the pace of the humiliation.

The man seemed impatient. He removed his right hand from the girl's chest, forcefully gripped her waist, and shoved her forward. The girl reflexively braced herself against the wall, and at that moment, the man's penis slid between her thighs.

"Ah!" the girl gasped softly, then immediately covered her mouth with her hand, struggling to support herself against the wall with her other hand, receiving wave after wave of the man's thrusts. The man then reached out his right hand and tightly grasped the girl's right breast, panting as he said, "I saw a slut over there, but I didn't expect it to be you, Lulu! What, you want to be fucked, don't you? Openly acting like a slut in public with your boyfriend? You even took off your underwear! Tell me! Don't you want to be fucked?!"

I was struck dumb, and quickly looked closer. Sure enough! A pale yellow t-shirt, super short hot pants, and a snow-white bra lying on the floor—all these things proclaimed that the girl below, being fucked so hard she dared not utter a sound, was my girlfriend! My girlfriend trembled rhythmically under the man's thrusts, her legs bending wider and wider until she could no longer stand.

Seeing this, the man pulled out his penis, turned his girlfriend around, and placed her on the toilet seat, bending her beautiful legs into an M shape. Staring at her pink, wet genitals, he exclaimed, "Still so tender! Your new boyfriend doesn't even want to fuck you, does he!" Without waiting for her reply, he thrust his large penis back in. My girlfriend cried out "Ah!" and quickly covered her mouth with her hand, her face flushed as she let the man thrust in and out.

Only then did I notice that my girlfriend's yellow t-shirt had been flipped up over her breasts. The soft material clung to the upper edge of her breasts, just enough to reveal her delicate pink nipples. Her firm, white breasts bounced back and forth with the man's thrusts, the bowl-shaped bosom maintaining its perfect shape even under such forceful movements. The man worked hard for a while, then looked up at my girlfriend's beautiful breasts, chuckled twice, and reached out his left hand to tightly grasp her right breast, squeezing the soft flesh through his fingers. The originally pink nipple was now bright red, as if it were about to bleed, which made my heart ache. Damn it! It's not your girlfriend after all, you really have the heart to do that!

The man only thrust for five or six minutes before his breathing became increasingly heavy, and I knew he was almost done. I saw him pick up my girlfriend and hold her on his lap, thrusting like a lotus flower, but after a few thrusts, he let out a long sigh and stopped moving. He then slowly placed my girlfriend back on the toilet seat. My girlfriend didn't seem to have reached her climax; she just took a few deep breaths and choked out, "Don't let me see you again!"

The man chuckled twice, pulled out his now limp penis, bent down to pick up her bra and wiped it on his shaft. Looking at her genitals, from which a white, sticky fluid was continuously flowing, he leered, "Little Lulu, next time you see your brother, you should wear something more alluring!" He then turned to open the stall door. Seeing this,

my girlfriend hurriedly pulled down her t-shirt, hastily pulled up her hot pants, and then let out another soft moan, grabbing some toilet paper and stuffing it haphazardly into her pants. At least she was dressed before the man opened the door, then slung her bag over her shoulder and followed him stealthily out of the men's restroom.

The show was over, and I slumped onto the toilet. I didn't know how to tell my girlfriend. It seemed that the man was her ex, and she was afraid of being discovered, so she didn't dare scream! Besides, she'd been with him plenty of times before, so what was one more time?

I washed my face and returned to the theater. My girlfriend was already seated, drinking cola and eating popcorn, engrossed in the movie. In the dim light, unless you saw it with your own eyes and noticed her messy hair soaked with sweat, no one would guess she had just been sexually assaulted.

I glanced at the man and saw he was looking at me too. My mind raced as we locked eyes, and I forgot to go inside. Then he pulled his girlfriend away from her seat, and as they passed her, they inevitably tangled up again. I guessed his hands must have rubbed against her breasts several times. Strangely, his girlfriend didn't seem to care.

Seeing them head straight for the door, I quickly retreated and hid behind it, hoping they would leave so I could go back in and find my girlfriend. But instead, he stopped right in front of me, still with his girlfriend. Only then did I get a good look at his girlfriend. She had a delicate face, slightly dark skin, and a short green jacket over a white tank top. Her firm breasts stretched the fabric of the tank top, creating several horizontal lines. Wait! Aren't those little protrusions nipples? Could it be…?

The man laughed, patted my shoulder with his right hand, and said, “Good brother. I know you saw everything. Since you're so generous in letting me play with your girlfriend, I can't be stingy, can I? Well then, my girlfriend, Nana, you can have her!” With that, he pushed the pretty girl he was holding against me. I instinctively grabbed a staggering girl, and then a fragrant scent wafted towards me. Her soft, delicate body squirmed restlessly in my arms.

Before I could even react, what was going on?! Nana playfully scolded, “You! You're so bad! It's one thing to like playing with other people's girlfriends, but you even like your own girlfriend being played with by others!” Then she grabbed my hand and ran off in another direction. The man just stood there, smiling as he watched us go, without chasing after us.

Nana dragged me to the restricted computer room, a no-entry zone for non-employees, opened a door, and pushed me inside. She followed her in. I looked around. This room seemed different from the movie theater; under the yellowish-gray light, there was only a bed and a table with a computer on it, currently lit.

Nana led me to the computer, clicked the mouse a few times, quickly zoomed in on a webcam, and then adjusted it. Looking closely, I saw my girlfriend on the screen. The man was sitting beside her, one hand groping her body, while he pulled her hand to his genitals.

"This!" Before I could even cry out, a warm body pressed against my back, two soft, jade-like mounds pressing against it, leaving me speechless. Please excuse my poor skills; my girlfriend and I have barely done this much, let alone something like this!

Nana wrapped her arms around my waist, then slowly moved down to gently grasp my already rock-hard penis. She whispered in my ear, "If you're feeling uncomfortable, just take it out on me..." Before she finished speaking, I roared, turned around, picked up Nana, threw her onto the bed, and pounced on her. Nana laughed merrily, letting me tear off her jacket and reveal her barely-there white camisole. In her expectant eyes, I grabbed her large breasts without any tenderness and began to knead them.

Although Nana's breasts weren't as perfectly shaped as my girlfriend's, they were still soft and firm. When a strange man grabbed her breasts, she didn't resist. Instead, she laughed and pulled down my pants, her soft little hands grabbing my penis directly. She gently squeezed it and exclaimed with delight, "Not bad! I'll give you a good time later."

I couldn't hold back any longer and ripped off Nana's skirt. There were no panties underneath! Under the dim light, Nana's genitals glistened faintly. Knowing what was going on, I was about to lean in when Nana suddenly pushed me up, leading me to the computer and making me look at the webcam. My girlfriend was naked, lying face down in the aisle of the theater, her boyfriend thrusting into her violently behind her. Through the webcam, I could almost hear her moans.

I couldn't take it anymore! I pushed Nana onto the table as well. She giggled and arched her hips, drawing circles in the air, seemingly enticing me to enter. She wouldn't be disappointed; I immediately thrust my thick penis inside her. Her vagina wasn't as tight as my girlfriend's, but it was still incredibly tight, with layers of contractions, as if a thousand tiny mouths were sucking and pulling at me as I moved. I roared, "Fuck!" and grabbed her firm breasts, using them as leverage to pull her body back and forth to meet my thrusts. Her smooth breasts were surprisingly difficult to penetrate, so I straddled Nana's back, fucking this cute, sexy girl while watching the webcam as my delicate girlfriend was being fucked by Nana's boyfriend, lying on the floor, unable to lift her head.

"What a slutty couple!" I muttered under my breath. Nana heard this and turned her head away with difficulty, saying, "No...no...ah! It's me...ah...my boyfriend likes...ah...likes to play, ah! You fuck me...ah...and it gets recorded...ah...come on, he'll...ah...come back...ah...and watch..."

So he likes to switch girlfriends, letting me see my girlfriend being played with by him, and he also uses video to see his girlfriend being played with by me! This kind of man seems to be one of my kind! It seems we're kindred spirits.

I fucked her for a while, then tried to turn Nana over, but she refused, saying, "No, I...ah...I want to watch Ah Jun." I looked up at the screen and saw Ah Jun lying motionless on top of my girlfriend. A sense of pride rose in my heart! Fuck your stinking bitch, your man is no match for me! Then I thrust harder into Nana's tender little hole, while my hands gripped Nana's breasts with all my might. Nana finally stopped looking at the screen and focused on enjoying the pleasure I was giving her. Soon, amidst our shared cries, I ejaculated on her trembling body.

Later, I learned that the cinema belonged to Ah Jun's father, which gave him the opportunity to do such things. Of course, I often took my girlfriend to that cinema afterward, though she was very reluctant, and we never really knew what movies we watched. Unfortunately, after Ah Jun had sex with my girlfriend a few times, he got bored and refused to let me join his games anymore. I also slept with several different beautiful women because of him, so I was quite satisfied! Only my girlfriend Lulu suffered; almost every day of the summer vacation, her genitals were wet!

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