They lost control.

Grabbing the tattered remains of her top behind her, Eugene tore it apart with one powerful motion, before mauling her grotesquely gargantuan breasts and ass, and Debbie stroked his immensely elongated cock, scarcely being able get both her hands around it, all the while kissing passionately and breathing heavily in each other's mouths.

Eugene knew something was wrong. He knew that he and Debbie only ever saw each other as friends and nothing more, and friends don't do things like this, but he couldn't stop himself. She felt, smelled, and tasted so good. His fingers sank deep into her tit-flesh, marveling at how it was both soft and firm at the same time. Tearing his mouth away, he easily shoved her huge breast upwards, and got his lips around her saucer sized aereolas. He sucked hard at it, and made her let out a seductive moan, a sound he had never heard her make before. His other hand grabbed onto one of the holes in her jeans and ripped it wide open, exposing her crotch and thighs from their tight confinements.

Debbie gasped at his wild feral strength as he yanked and pulled at her clothes. Taking off whatever was left of her top, she pulled him back upwards to kiss him, her mental resistance wearing away with every loud wet smack her pillowy lips made every time they met. Working in sections, her hands wrung around, and up and down his tree-limb of a hog, loving how she could feel it grow harder and hotter under her touch. Stopping to catch their breaths, they panted at each other's mouths, lost deeply in each others eyes. The only time he looked away, was to watch her lick her lips.

Somehow, knowing what they both wanted, Eugene sat up on the table, knocking aside the case, sending it crashing onto the floor, before laying on his back, holding his cock upright, like a flagpole. Debbie, who shouldn't be able to sit up straight, let alone stand, walked over gracefully to stand between his legs. Squeezing and bunching up her breasts, she lifted them up and unceremoniously dropped them onto his groin. The thick thwack of heavy flesh colliding echoed in the room, before sloppy slurps and low groans rang out. Holding onto the table for balance, Eugene propped his head up with the other, watching his cock poke it's way through the sea of cleavage before vanishing into Debbie's hot mouth. And even though he couldn't see it, he could feel her hands working both his shaft and his sack from under her warm pliable breasts. Her tongue lapped and tickled at it wildly before she sucked at it hard, her sunken-in cheeks making her lips look even bigger. "Holy shit, Debs. That's so fucking hot... fuck that's so good," Eugene swore, slowly losing himself to the pleasure.

She beamed at him. She felt such joy and pride in her ability to make him feel good, despite her never doing anything like this before. There was something beyond instinct, porn, guesswork, and hearing what other girls did, that was driving her movements, but what she did know was that she loved his cock. Coaxing him a little closer to the edge of the table, she squatted incredibly comfortably on her insanely padded behind, and his cock still had enough length for her to stuff it into her mouth without craning her neck. Watching him squirm and throb in her mouth and breasts filled her with a perverse kind of sexual pleasure and desire. It made her wetter and hornier than ever before, but she fought hard to keep her hands away from herself.

Why? She had no idea. But something told her that he was the only one to scratch that itch.

Bringing her hands up, she pushed her chest down onto his lap and stroked him hard and fast, while sucking him with as much strength as she could. Eugene's back straightened with a snap and his toes flared out. "Fuck!" he yelped, banging his head against the table top. He grabbed onto the top of her head to control her, but she refused to give up. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Debs you're gonna make me cum! Oh fuck Debs, you gotta stop, you gotta stop, I'm gonna cum!" he panted desperately before letting out a mighty roar as impossible volumes of thick spunk shot out from his oversized orbs.

Debbie's eyes rolled up into the back of her head as he pumped her mouth full of his splooge. The taste, smell, and texture of it sliding down her throat as she swallowed every last drop sent her mind into the brink of ecstatic release, and she could not wait for him to give it to her.

Luckily for her, when her eyes finally focused, Eugene was staring right at her too. And he looked hungry.