Sandra and I had been engaged for a month. In that time, I'd moved in with her and found hot, horny happiness day after day. Jenny was upset that I'd left her, and had cried non-stop when the day came for me to leave. However, after seeing her walking up our old driveway arm in arm with two tall, suntanned, muscular guys as I was driving past one day...well, I figured she was ok. Hell, I even toyed with the thought of calling her up 10 minutes later, knowing how hard it would've been to maintain a conversation with a cock or two in her mouth. I'd explained the situation to Sandra, and that I was a little frustrated about Jenny and her fast-healing emotional structure. Sandra's answer was to kneel in front of me, unzip my fly and start slowly jerking me off as I spoke. "Is she on your mind, that little bitch? Then why not shoot your sticky load over my face. That'll make you feel better."
I was just about to comply, and was indulging in a great fantasy of taking a Polaroid of the moment, of my cum streaked across the side of Sandra's face, into her hair and mailing it to Jenny, just to illustrate how her mother was more than adequately replacing her, when the doorbell rang. "Shit. That'll be Eva. She's come to go over a contract. Sorry baby, but you can save it for later can't you?"
I smiled. "Of course I can."
Sandra stood and adjusted her clothes. She was still in her work clothes: tasteful dark beige business skirt, dark stockings and cream blouse which she fussily tucked in, causing the fabric to strain over her chest [Jesus, didn't all the guys in the office ogle those massive tits?] with shiny black stilettos. She arranged her dark hair as she walked to the door, and I reluctantly pushed my semi-hard cock back in my trousers. "Eva? Is that you?"
Sandra opened the door and giggled, and leant forward to greet her friend, who stepped in. Eva was very pretty: as tall as Sandra, with a classic jet black cut, quite short without being a crop, her sleek fringe just touching her arched eyebrows and framing a pale, lovely face, her eyes a striking aqua blue. She seemed to have come straight from work, dressed as she was in an immaculate navy blue outfit, her trousers set off by some great black shoes, similar to Sandra's but not as tarty...a high heel however.
Eva offered her hand which I shook, and had time to register a great manicure, her nails a deep red, to match her lips. She smiled warmly. "San tells me so much about you. It's great to meet you."
"Likewise. Make yourself at home."
Eva strode in, took off her coat and draped it over a chair. She folded her arms and stood admiring the room before offering me a smile. "This is a lovely place, perfect for such a lovely couple."
I laughed to myself: does she mean Sandra and me, or just Sandra's massive chest? I wondered if Eva had been amazed by them as well...
* * * * *
A few days after Eva's visit, I was driving home. The night we'd had had been excellent, Eva sharing our sense of humour, and many bottles of wine had been consumed. We'd said goodnight to her at approximately 2.30am, and I'd faced work with a heavy head the next day. I now reflected on her character: she was sharp and incisive, her wit had enthralled me all evening, and I loved how she almost seemed to intimidate the often cocky Sandra. How they'd met was still a mystery...I assumed it was through mutual professional channels. I hoped we'd see more of her. How soon that was to be was quite a shock, however.
I parked the car in the garage and made my way to the back door. It was later than usual, about 7.45pm, and I assumed Sandra would know I was held over at work and wouldn't be worried. I entered the house and made my way through to the living room. To my surprise, I saw a dark head of short hair from behind the couch which I immediately recognised as Eva's. Was she watching television? I was just about to greet her when I walked around the couch. The girls registered no surprise. Eva simply smiled warmly up at me.
Eva wore a tight black long-sleeved top and sat trouserless on the couch, her long, pale legs spread wide, still wearing her black high heels. I quickly noticed that her breasts were big, easily a double D, and quite pendulous, and that she was bra-less. What took me longer to appreciate was the area that Sandra now administered the most attention: Eva's large cock.
Sandra was perched on the couch on Eva's right, leaning over and engulfing Eva's cock in her mouth, all 8 inches, leaving it slick with saliva as she sucked it slowly and steadily. Sandra was in another business suit, sans her coat, her blouse partially undone exposing that immense cleavage. She wore no bra, so at least 5 inches of the fold under her left tit was visible. Her dark hair was swept back in a ponytail, her firm ass outlined by her tight brown skirt. She had one hand on Eva's balls, fondling them and playing with them as well as the area of skin underneath, so perfectly shaved. The other hand caressed Eva's cock shaft in time with the steady passings of her wet, hot mouth, making small, sucking, slurping sounds. Sandra finally saw me from the corner of her eye and gazed at me.
I knelt down to get a better view. "Oh, oh, uh, uh, mmph, uh, oh, uh huh" were the sounds Sandra made as she sucked Eva's big cock, next to some soft grunts, smackings and the occasional swallow of pre-cum. I had had no idea that Eva was a she-male, or anything else than a striking, glamourous woman...and I didn't care really. Sandra withdrew her mouth from her cocksucking ecstasy, and looked at me, still stroking Eva's rod, a strand of mixed saliva nd pre-cum still attached to her bottom lip. I knelt down and edged forward until I was between Eva's legs. I looked up at her, at her big, drooping tits which heaved with her excited breathing, and watched as she passed her tongue over her ruby red lips, uttering a small "oh yeh, suck me".
