Unquenchable Lust

Gina, Maria and I went with Mom to the studio business office this week just to have a look around.  (For those of you who might not remember, the business office is in a downtown high rise not far at all from our condo building while the studio itself is some 20 miles outside of town.)  We hadn't been there long when I noticed how Gina was looking at Mom; I knew what was about to happen.  Sure enough, as Mom was dusting off this file cabinet, Gina came to her and roughly yanked that huge right tit out of the dress.  Gina pushed Mom down onto the cabinet and for a few minutes the three of us gawked at the exposed breast and sexy legs.

I took out my phone and sent a group text to the other five ladies (Dana, Gail, Ruthie, Mandy and Daphne): "GET OVER HERE!"  They arrived soon; by then the left breast was out, too, and the nipples long and hard even though we hadn't touched them yet.  She was no longer Mom; she was just a super hot body.  We led it to the office, bound the arms up to a hook in the ceiling (it is a porn office, you know) then split up into our two teams: Ruthie, Daphne, Maria and I on the right breast; Gina, Mandy, Dana and Gail on the left one.  The two teams worked independently on the breast they held.  Our team was the rougher of the two, mercilessly, rapidly, constantly masturbating the nipple as we manhandled (womanhandled?) the heavy flesh.  The other team had taken some sex oil out of a desk drawer and liberally applied it to the left breast watching it slip and slide as they all four squeezed it and kneaded it and tossed it about.

All eight of us were sexually incensed and the breasts and nipples paid the price.  There was no stopping us; there was no holding back.  We fed off each other's excitement and each other's sexual rage.  There were the breasts and nothing else in the entire world.  We said little; but when someone suggested more light, Ruthie - never one for subtlety - yanked the blinds off the windows.  No one cared; the act just added to our frenzy.  Sun poured in, coating the body we sexually devoured, casting unbelievable shadows on the floor and wall.

Our nipple was the first to squirt milk, but the other team's soon followed.  They drank more than we did as we let our nipple spew on us and back onto the face and body that supported the tits.  The moans were constant; the pussy-gushing orgasms nearly so as the floor around us became flooded with the body's juices.

Two hours that seemed like only ten minutes passed when the gorgeous legs supporting the tits began to give out.  "Home!" someone said.  We slung the dress top back over the tits, tried to cover the wet mess of the body as best we could, and hurried it out the building, covering the short drive as fast as we could.  We got the heavily breathing object of our unbridled passion into the elevator of our building and up to the penthouse floor and into our unit.  The tits came out again as did the bondage.

As did our unquenchable lust for what we all think are the hottest, sexiest, biggest breasts on the planet.

(PS: In case you're wondering, a few of us went back to the office the next day and cleaned it up!)