To Bask In Breastford Chapter 12

To Bask In Breastford by bustyalix

CHAPTER TWELVE

Coach Steven Blue was in heaven as the beautiful and busty MILF Natalie Knockers bounced up and down on his hard cock. Natalie's long, light brown hair hung down to the bulk of her back straight as an arrow. She swung her head around and back, tossing her hair away from her chest. Coach Blue gasped as her big, beautiful knockers filled his sight. The two orbs shone with glory as though the heavens themselves were casting a light.

"Fuck Natalie!" Coach Blue moaned, as he felt his orgasm building up, “You sure do live up to your name!"

"What?" Natalie asked, staring down at him with a confused look.

Coach Blue reached up and grabbed her enormous, bouncing boobs. He squeezed and kneaded the huge globes gently, but with enthusiasm like a young boy playing with a new toy.

"Big, beautiful boobs - - " he moaned.

"That's right, Steven. They're all yours,” Natalie said.

"Oh fuck!" Coach Blue moaned, “I'm gonna cum!"

Natalie pushed her palms down on the coach's chest and thrust her rack out into his hands. Coach Blue's hands were overflowing with her big, jiggling jugs as she increased the pace of their fucking.

"That's it, Steven - - you big stud! Come for me, come for mama!"

As she said this, Coach Blue felt her boobs shrink in size significantly. Shocked, he took his hands off them and placed them around her waist. But to his horror, her waist began expanding in his grip. He watched in disgust as her girth slowly exceeded her bust. Her legs were also expanding, as was the rest of her body. He felt roll after roll of excess fat hit his finely toned stomach as she continued to bounce on him. Before long, Coach Blue was on the verge of vomiting as he realized he was having sex with his wife.

He looked up at his wife's face, which was lost in the moment. Her long hair now shortened and turned to a much lighter shade. Her face swelled to the point of bursting, and a new chin appeared below it. Coach Blue had to shut his eyes in order to block out this horrendous sight.

"Go to a happy place - - " he thought, “Go to a happy place."

When he opened his eyes Natalie was laying on her side next to him, her head propped up on her hand.

"Hey,” she said.

"Natalie - - " Coach Blue moaned.

"You know my friend, Paula, right?" Natalie said, gesturing to the other end of the bed.

Coach Blue turned his head and found that Paula Swanson, too, was lying down next to him.

"Hello, Steven,” she said as she took his head and guided it into her cleavage.

Coach Blue moaned from between her busty hooters as he felt her massive boobs bulge around his entire head. Their softness was incredible - -

He pulled his head out from between Paula's massive jugs and was immediately swallowed up by Natalie's. He moaned as her huge melons jiggled around his head.

"Don't forget these - - " she said to the coach as he was lost in her busty cleavage.

Both women now snuggled up as close to him as possible. They swung their legs over his body and pushed their chests into his head. Coach Blue was now trapped between all four of their big, juicy melons. The women moaned as he licked and lapped at their huge tits.

"Fuck - - " Coach Blue moaned from between their sexy cleavages.

He wrapped his arms around the tiny waist of each woman and managed to poke his head out from between their huge melons. He looked up at his wife, who was still bouncing on him as she had no idea what was going on.

"Such a cow, isn't she?" Natalie asked.

Coach Blue nodded.

"Wouldn't you rather be fucking us?" Paula asked.

Coach Blue moaned in the affirmative.

The two women now sat up and began rubbing their huge boobs over his chest. Coach Blue moaned as their big boobs rubbed up and down his chest and abs. Their nipples dug into his skin, and their massive fun-bags squished and bulged as they collided on him.

"Oh my god!" Coach Blue moaned as he was given a rub down by two sets of big hooters.

"Are you ready?" Laura asked, staring down at her husband.

"Fuck yes!" the coach moaned as his cock erupted.

Laura squirmed and shook as her husband unloaded himself. She couldn't believe how fruitful he had been lately.

Coach Blue came down from his orgasm only to realize that Paula and Natalie weren't there. He breathed hard and tried not to look at his wife, who was looming over him feeling herself up. She, too, was breathing hard. And with good reason.

Laura finally calmed her breathing and slid off her husband. She took to her side and rested her head next to his.

"Oh - - my - - GOD,” she exclaimed, “That's the third time this week! Steven!" Coach Blue finally caved and looked at his wife. "You are such a stud!"

"Thanks - - " he mumbled, breaking eye contact.

"And I was beginning to think you were - - you know - - "

Coach Blue turned to look at her once more.

"That I was what?" he asked, puzzled.

"You know,” Laura said. She pointed at his crotch, “Down there - - "

Coach Blue's eyes grew wide. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"What?" he asked, impatiently.

"You know - - " Laura continued, “Not - - functional."

She said this last part in a whisper, as if trying not to disturb him.

"What?" Coach Blue said, offended.

"Well, it's just that you don't respond when I try and let you know I'm in the mood."

"I don't believe this,” Coach Blue said, getting up off the bed.

Laura looked worried as she watched her husband getting dressed.

"Honey, I didn't mean to - - “

"You know," Coach Blue interrupted, “It's not always us men that have problems."

"I know, sweetie,” Laura said, “But you have to admit that - - “

"I'm out of here." He interrupted her, “I'll be back this afternoon."

And then he was gone.

* * * * * * * * * *

Later that afternoon in the gym he began contemplating his current situation. He had been having sex with his wife periodically all week, and that feeling of invulnerability had accompanied him each and every time. Even now, as these busty young Breastford girls bounced their big basketballs on the court for him he could see each and every one of them in bed with him.

He had taken to wearing a pair of large sweatpants in an attempt to hide his constant erection. The girls knew nothing of what he was packing underneath, and that was exactly how he wanted it. Right now, they continued to flaunt their gorgeous bodies at him, giggling like the giddy schoolgirls they were.

Despite the slight control he now had over himself he found that he still had trouble controlling his initial reactions. He often found himself drooling, and any time a pair of tits bounced in his direction he had to resist the urge to grab them. But for the most part, he seemed to have better control.

Just not around Nina.

She was the one thorn in his side. She was the real reason he didn't want any of the girls to find out about his newfound ability to sustain an erection.

He was, however, quite satisfied with the progress he had made with the busty duo of Brittany and Brooke. Although lately Brooke had taken up a less flirty demeanor she was not above swallowing her pride in the wake of her busty blonde counterpart. Coach Blue had to chalk this up to the incident in the jewellery store.

Whatever the case, he felt quite confident in his quest to bed the two big-breasted teens. Unfortunately, he had not had an opportunity. They were well into the week, and neither one of them had been in his office lately. This was rather unusual, but in the end he decided it was for the best. He would take the time to hone his skills before their next battle.

As practice came to a close he stood outside the far exit that led to the girls' locker room and blew his whistle. Slowly, the girls put their basketballs away and one by one walked passed him into the hallway. Their coach made sure to eye each and every pair of basketballs that walked passed him. When he got to Nina, he got worried as his erection immediately reached its peak. She flashed him a small smile as she walked by. Her boobs were so big that right one brushed up against his arm. Her left jug had to squeeze its way in by brushing the doorway. Coach Blue was awestruck, although to be fair, it was a small doorway. Either way, he had to lower his hands to cover his crotch.

Brittany and Brooke walked by and while Brittany was giggling, Brooke glanced down at his hand before flashing her coach a seductive smile. By this point, Coach Blue was struggling to hold his load. His back pressed into the wall hard as he struggled to control himself. As the last pair finally made its way passed him he relaxed, and breathed a great sigh of relief.

As he limped back to his office he had to stop and ask himself whether or not the "invulnerability" was all in his head.

* * * * * * * * * *

"What are you going on about?" Brittany asked her friend Brooke.

The two of them were in the girls' locker room. Around them girls were getting dressed and undressed, some were even helping each other out. One girl in particular had asked her friend to straighten her boobs out for her, to which her friend had replied by gripping her DD bra cups and performing the favor. The locker room was filled with the sounds of girls mingling, giggling, and moaning, not to mention the bountiful breasts.

Brittany was looking at the mirror inside her locker, applying lip gloss as she talked to her friend.

"I'm just saying that we need to be more careful,” Brooke said, pulling her shirt up and over the massive DD bra cups of her sports bra.

She was sitting on a bench next to her friend, as she pulled her shirt up her hand brushed up against Brittany's luscious rear. From where she was sitting, her face was level with Brittany's gorgeous buns. She smiled as she stared at her friend's perfect ass.

"Why?" Brittany asked, turning to face her friend.

"Because - - " Brooke said, making sure no one was around as she stood up. There was no need to lower her voice. The moans and cries coming from the shower were echoing into the room as cold water splashed down over pair after pair of big, beautiful breasts. "I almost had to show him my boobs the other day."

Brittany looked at her friend.

"So what?" was her response, “You said 'almost' right?"

"Yeah,” Brooke said, “I mean 'almost.' But still - - this time was different."

"What do you mean?" Brittany asked.

Brooke glanced back at the two girls. One had taken to reaching from behind her friend to fondle her big tits. The other now turned around and let her massive rack collide with her friend's. The girls arched their backs and moaned as their huge DD's rubbed against each other.

"I'm just suggesting - - " Brooke said, “that we might need to take it up a notch."

* * * * * * * * * *

Coach Blue sat in his office, gripping his cock through his pants. He hadn't blown his load, but it had sapped all of his will power straight out of him. He was breathing a sigh of relief when he heard a knock at the door.

Thinking it was the two busty blonds, he quickly put on a look of confidence.

"Come in!" he said.

To his dismay, it was Samantha who entered.

"Oh. Hello,” Coach Blue said, disappointed.

"Hello." Samantha said, walking over to his desk.

As he watched Samantha's body jiggle in all the wrong places he couldn't help but think that she would have proved useful ten minutes ago when he was trying to keep his erection down. Even so, he still managed to sport a rather large one.

"I see you're still - - having trouble?"

She made a small gesturing notion towards the coach's legs.

Coach Blue stood up, allowing her to see the huge bulge in his sweatpants.

Samantha, who had taken a seat comfortably on the coach's sofa, now sat upright like a giddy schoolgirl. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of Coach Blue's package.

"Oh my God!" she moaned, “Steven! That thing is so huge!"

The coach stepped back and awkwardly kept his mouth shut.

"I'm sorry - - " Samantha said, taking a hand and fanning her face, “It's just, Laura told me but I didn't really believe her, and well - - I haven't really had one like - - um, since - - my ex husband - - "

Coach Blue just nodded in agreement.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Samantha said, “Your wife's just lucky, is all."

Coach Blue turned around and faced the wall.

"Speaking of Laura," he said, “I guess she's told you all about our nightly endeavors."

"And how." Samantha said, staring at his ass.

He turned back around.

"I haven't seen any - - changes." He said.

"Hmmm." Samantha stated, “Perhaps it's your wife that is the problem."

"Laura?" he asked.

Samantha stood up and slowly stepped toward the confused coach.

"Well, not a problem per se - - " she said, “just not a big enough solution."

Coach Blue backed up against the wall until his back was pressed against it. Samantha seemed to be hunting him.

"Perhaps you need twice the stimulation." Samantha said, as she finally came within inches of the frightened man before her. She stepped into him, and Coach Blue shivered as her excess fat was pressed against his body.

"I can help with that - - " she whispered as she rubbed his crotch with her fattened hand.

She reached up to his jet black hair and ran her other hand through it, then brought it back around his head and rubbed the side of his face.

Coach Blue had to keep from vomiting. Her skin was more dry and rough than his wife's, and not to mention extremely pale. She gave off a scent that reminded him of peanuts.

"I - - er - - " Coach Blue cleared his throat, “I don't think my wife would approve."

Samantha locked eyes with him and threw him a stern look as he realized the hypocrisy in that statement.

"So recruit her - - " Samantha commanded. She said it angrily, almost through clenched teeth. Coach Blue could tell that she was offended.

"You mean - - both, er - - all three? Of us?" he asked.

"Yes." Samantha said, forcibly, “Isn't that every man's dream?"

Coach Blue shivered at the thought of having his fat wife and her fat friend in bed together. They were unbelievably unattractive.

"Well, yeah!" Coach Blue said, attempting to escape the subject, “Just not with ugl - - er - - not with - - women - - who - - "

Samantha stopped him cold.

"Fine,” she said, in an angry manner, “I wanted to help you with your problem, but never mind."

Coach Blue struggled to find words as Samantha quickly turned around to exit.

"Sam, what? Wait!" he yelled.

Samantha stopped and turned around. She had a sex-starved look in her eyes. Coach Blue wondered if perhaps there was some truth to what she was saying.

"Are you saying - - " he began, “That this is going to solve my problem?"

Samantha leaned her back against the door. A look of boredom swept across her face. She looked at the coach as though he were the last horse to finish the race.

"I'm saying that this could be the start of something new."

She looked at the bulge in his crotch. Coach Blue saw her eyes grow with curiosity. Her tongue slipped from her mouth and ran across her lips, licking them hungrily.

"For you,” she added.

"What do you mean, 'something new'?" he asked, suspiciously, “Do you mean - - new women?"

He was cautious about asking this last part. This woman knew a lot more than he did, and at this point she was probably closer to his wife as well. He didn't want to jeopardize anything he had gained so far.

Samantha flashed him an ominous smile.

"New, old, does it really matter?" she asked of him, “Rest assured, Coach. If you convince your wife to do this, you needn't have sex with her ever again."

Coach Blue gave a nervous laugh, but when Samantha smiled back his laugh became more genuine. The two of them engaged in a friendly, awkward giggle session until Samantha spoke again.

"Tell Laura to give me a call,” she said, and immediately following that she opened the door and left.

As the door closed, Coach Blue heard the faint sound of dribbling coming from the gym. Ignoring it, he took a seat and reflected.

Maybe there was some truth to what this big woman was saying. He had started sleeping with his wife again quite some time ago, and each time that feeling of invincibility had come back.

But it only lasted a short while.

He couldn't go on swallowing his pride each night. He had to find another way. He had to do something brash. Perhaps taking Samantha up on her offer - - he would be killing two birds with one stone. If he felt like his old self when he slept with Laura, then it stood to reason that he would feel the same way two fold if Samantha were to be involved.

The dribbling from outside grew louder. His mind tried to rationalize his situation.

Being in Breastford was like playing a game. He had jumped into the game unprepared. Without the proper training anyone who played would be utterly spent by the second period. The problem was that this game, in particular, was a game lost to society - - meaning that even if you were prepared and you had a decent amount of training, without a proper understanding there was no way you could win. And absolutely no one had a decent understanding.

His thoughts were interrupted as the dribbling intensified in sound. Angry, he stood up. Just as he was about to open the door and yell at the students to get to class he realized that classes were finished for the day. Instead, he walked over to the window and opened the blinds. On the other side of the gym, his favorite busty duo was busy practicing.

He stood by the window and gazed at the beautiful blond teens as they bounced up and down the court. His erection grew until it hit the wall below the window directly in front of him. It pressed and throbbed into the cold, unforgiving cement as he watched the busty teens and their big, round, bouncy basketballs (as well as the ones they were dribbling).

As his mind travelled to thoughts of a threesome with Brooke Biguns and Brittany Bust, he inevitably came back to the impending threesome that stood in his way - - clearing his mind of all previous thoughts. In his clarity he realized that this was something he needed to do. He didn't know why, but something told him that this was his way out. He knew that if any man had ever set foot in Breastford, the last thing they would have done is seek out the two most unattractive females they could find and bed them both.

Brooke took a jump shot, which caused her giant jugs to bounce beneath her white practice shirt. Coach Blue could tell she was wearing a sports bra by the way their bouncing was brought to a halt in a comfortable manner, however, they continued to jiggle, beautifully, even once the rest of her body had been completely still for a minute or so. She put a hand on her hip and with her other hand began fanning herself down as she talked to her friend - - boobs still jiggling. Brittany had taken to stretching while she listened to her friend talk. Her back was to Coach Blue, and she bent down to touch her toes as she stretched out her legs.

Coach Blue instinctively bucked his hips against the wall as Brittany's perfect rear came into view. Her butt was almost ripping the fabric of her skin-tight blue shorts, the same shorts required of every Breastford student. His eyes travelled up the back of her smooth legs until they got to her tight ass, where they stayed. He humped the wall, subconsciously, wishing he was sliding into home between Brittany's tight teen buns.

His eyes wandered over to Brooke, whose big boobs finally slowed their jiggling to a complete halt atop her massive chest. They took their previous positions: jutting out from her chest like a pair of huge missiles, round and perky as ever. Coach Blue licked his lips as he eyed the vast expansion of her round orbs. His eyes travelled around the huge globes as they bulged into her sports bra, redefining the fabric and bursting through the "strap-them-down" theory. They were definitely not strapped down.

Coach Blue hurriedly pulled down his pants so that his engorged member sprang free and hit the wall in front of him. He reached down and wrapped his hand around its girth. He pointed it up against the wall, redirecting himself so that he could do this comfortably. He began pumping his rock hard piece through his fist, jerking off to the two big-titted babes in the gym.

Brittany now stood upright as she, too, put a hand on her small waist. Coach Blue had the sexiest view of their young, teen bods as the two girls engaged in conversation, unknowingly showing off their gorgeous bodies as they posed for their coach's amusement.

Coach Blue's eyes travelled from one big-boobed teen to the other, and then back again. He eyed both racks with intensity, shifting back and forth between each pair of melons as he furiously jerked himself off.

The girls had turned so that their massive chests were now facing Coach Blue. He watched each pair of heaving jugs move up and down as each girl breathed in and out. His eyes travelled down their hourglass figures, down passed their slim waists and over their explosive thighs. He made his way down their long, smooth, young legs before making his way back up again. His eyes made the return trip all the way back to their big, beautiful boobs, where they stayed.

"Fuck yeah, babes!" he thought, “Look at those hooters!"

He watched Brittany's boobs for almost a full minute before returning back to Brooke's bust. After a minute of Brooke's busty big ones he felt his orgasm building up.

"Oh, fuck!" he said as he felt precum starting to ooze.

"Brooke - - Biguns - - " he thought as he eyed the teen's huge rack.

His eyes drifted over to the other big-breasted teen's stacked chest.

"Brittany - - BUST!" he thought.

With both pairs of hooters in his sights he unloaded all over the wall. His cock exploded as he gazed out the window to the two pairs of huge melons on the gym floor. Their big boobs continued to heave as spurt after spurt of hot, sticky semen flew from his throbbing rod. His cock kept throbbing in his grasp as his shooting came to a sticky stop. He couldn't help but smile as he stared at the tits of the two stacked babes on the gym floor. Big boobs were a thing of beauty, they just made you want to smile.

Or in this case, the coach thought, two big racks.

At long last, his gaze ascended from the busty mountains in his gym and began climbing up to their faces. He was shocked to find that the two stacked beauties were staring directly at him, or at least into his office. He couldn't tell which.

There was a sort of awkward moment between the three of them, as Coach Blue didn't know how well they could see in, or how much they had seen for that matter. The girls didn't seem to have any looks of surprise or offense on their faces. In fact, they seemed perfectly calm, almost nonchalant.

Calmly and without alarm, he quickly closed the blinds. He didn't know how much the girls knew about what had just happened, and at this moment he didn't really care. He pulled up his pants and collapsed on to the soft couch.

He was sure of it now.

He had to go through with Samantha's idea. If he ever wanted a chance at Brittany and Brooke, or even the famous hooters of the busty Nina Knockers - - hell, if he wanted a chance with anyone in the town of Breastford - - he had to take this next step.

This little voyeur session with Brittany and Brooke had lasted a bit longer than usual - - but only for the simple fact that neither one of them was in the room. That was why he had no cause for concern. He felt certain that had they known what he was doing they would have skipped into the room and sped up the process by tormenting him.

Strangely, he much preferred it this way. Aside from the obvious amount of humiliation he was saved he was also free to be himself, rather than holding back for as long as he could so the busty tag-team could get their kicks out of it.

Despite how long he lasted, it wasn't nearly enough to sustain a good time. Even with all the "training" he'd been doing with his wife his stamina had only increased a bit. He had, perhaps, a few more minutes at his disposal than when he first drove into Breastford.

Yes, he would have to put Samantha's plan into effect. He was not at all concerned about pitching the idea to Laura, her sex drive had been off the wall lately, and being as how this was Samantha's idea he was fairly certain that she would approve.

How did it come to this?

Not long ago, he had been the lucky recipient of the horniest threesome the world had ever known. Now he was the unwitting victim of an ugly janitor, and his wife.

But at least it wouldn't be in vain.

He felt certain that after this, things would be different. He couldn't explain why. He just knew. This was the final stretch. He would cross that finish line and continue running - - right into pair after pair of the biggest, juiciest tits on the face of the planet. He would collapse in them - - into a mountainous pile of mountainous breasts, big and soft like pillows - -

That would be his prize.

With that thought in mind, Coach Blue stood and walked over to his desk, where he grabbed a box of tissues from it. He took a few and began cleaning up the mess he had made on the wall and floor. While there he snuck a single peak out the window. Both Brittany and Brooke were gone, this had become apparent a few minutes ago when the bouncing of their basketballs had ceased.

As Coach Blue thought about their big, bouncy basketballs as he continued to clean up his mess. He smiled when he was done.

"And that's the last time." He said, putting the box back on the desk.

* * * * * * * * * *

Laura Blue was pacing around, nervously, as she and her husband waited for Samantha to show up. The week had gone expectedly, or at least, according to Coach Blue's plan. Laura had not agreed when her husband had suggested the ménage o tois, however, upon calling her friend and confronting her on the subject she had changed her tune.

"Where is she?" Laura asked, angrily, “She's late."

"It's only been a minute, please." Her husband answered.

Coach Blue was sitting on the living room couch, gripping a wine bottle with one hand and rubbing his neck with the other.

"I'm still not happy about this, Steven,” Laura stated.

Coach Blue swallowed as he pulled the bottle from between his lips.

"Then why'd you say yes?" he asked, somewhat furiously.

"Because - - " She answered, “She's been divorced for quite some time."

"So?" Coach Blue asked.

"So it's not exactly like she can find another man, Steven!" Laura snapped, “Have you seen any men in this town? It's nothing but boobs."

"Please,” Coach Blue answered, “You know as well as I do that this place used to be a regular sausage festival. What's the real reason?"

"Look - - " Laura said, turning to face her husband, “Even when there were men here, she said, she still never had a single chance because of all the sluts in town. What is it with you men and sluts?"

Coach Blue coughed up some wine.

"Are you talking about me?" he asked, suspiciously.

He got worried when his wife didn't answer right away, but that feeling subsided when she finally broke the silence.

"About men in general,” she said.

"I don't know, honey,” Coach Blue said, relaxing on the couch, “People like what they like, I suppose."

Laura sat down across from her husband. He poured her a glass and she began sipping it, slowly.

"And you like boobs,” she said, locking eyes with her husband.

Coach Blue gave a small laugh.

"Guilty as charged." He laughed.

Laura took another sip of wine.

"Speaking of sluts - - " she said, “I haven't seen much of that - - that Natalie Knockers. For a woman who claims to have a large influence on the neighborhood she sure doesn't show it."

"Natalie's also active in the community,” Coach Blue said, slightly offended, “She can't spend all her time at home. And what's this about her being a slut?"

"Have you seen her?" Laura asked, sarcastically. She gestured to her chest, “Her, and her friend?"

"Paula?" Coach Blue asked.

"Yes,” Laura said, taking another sip of wine, “All four of them."

"I've seen - - them,” Coach Blue said, trying not to emphasize that last word, “What are you getting at?"

"C'mon, Steven,” Laura coaxed, “You honestly can't tell me they haven't had work done."

"You mean plastic surgery?"

"Yes!" Laura exclaimed, “I mean, I see the reason in having some work done but come on, let's be reasonable!"

"Right - - " Coach Blue nodded.

"They didn't even try to make it look - - believable,” Laura said.

"Believable?" he husband repeated.

"Yes. No one in their right mind is going to think those - - those - - things - - are real."

"Right - - " Coach Blue nodded again.

"And as for that Paula - - " she continued, “One would think she'd have a little more class about it. She works in a classroom after all."

Coach Blue faked a smile as Laura laughed at her own pun. When she was done laughing, she smiled at her husband and placed a hand on his knee.

"Well," she said, “You don't have to worry about any fake, disgusting boobs tonight, sweetie. Mommy's going to take care of you."

"Yippie - - " Coach Blue muttered under his breath.

"Just promise me you won't enjoy it,” Laura said, “I mean, you know - - that you won't enjoy - - her?"

Coach Blue smiled as he nodded his head. He couldn't believe he wasn't offended by her request.

* * * * * * * * * *

It was thirty minutes passed when Samantha showed up. She had used car trouble as an excuse, to which Coach Blue chalked up to the fact that even her truck had a weight limit.

After exchanging hello's and awkward small talk, the three of them had retired to the living room. The girls sat on either side of the coach, and the drinking had commenced.

Coach Blue seemed to be drinking the most. Each time he felt one of the girls' hands on his thigh making leeway for his crotch as they continued to chat he would take a large gulp of wine, apparently drinking enough so he couldn't feel their touch. The more he drank, the easier his task was becoming.

"Steven and I had a conversation about Paula and Natalie just before you got here,” Laura said, as she ran her hand up the coach's inner thigh. Her hand reached his crotch and she gave it a playful squeeze.

"Really?" Samantha said, throwing a playful look at Coach Blue, “How did that one go?"

She ran her hand up and down his inner thigh as Laura continued to rub the bulge in his pants.

"We were just talking about their fake boobs,” Laura said.

"Oh, I know right?" Samantha added, “100% fake. I mean, at least make them look real. Those things are as big as watermelons."

"Disgusting,” Laura threw in.

Coach Blue was starting to feel the influence of the wine taking over, and all this talk about Natalie's and Paula's boobs was actually giving him a hard-on. He wondered what his wife would think if she knew for a fact, like he did, that both their huge pairs were real.

"How about some real boobs?" Laura asked, grabbing her husband's hand and placing it atop her huge chest.

"How about these?" Samantha asked, doing the same with his other hand.

Both women moaned as the drunken coach felt them up. Coach Blue couldn't get a single handful. Their tits were just big enough to squeeze, but they lacked the explosive size which made it possible to grab a hefty handful. The women seemed to like this feeble attempt, so the coach went on barely squeezing their tits. He wished it were Natalie and Paula, though. A drunken smile crept across his face as he thought of their big, heaving racks.

Laura felt her husband's cock throb as she fondled him through his pants. Samantha, too, looked down and noticed it increasing in size. She hungrily reached down and joined Laura in rubbing her husband's bulging prick.

Laura threw a nasty look at Samantha before leaning into her husband and kissing him. Her mouth was filled with the sting of alcohol, and she decided to just kiss him on the cheek instead.

Meanwhile, Samantha had taken to moaning as she rubbed Coach Blue's cock. Each and every time she felt it throb she let out an exaggerated moan. Both Coach Blue and Laura thought she was on the verge of orgasm. Coach Blue turned to his wife.

"Bedroom." He said.

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Three piles of clothes were thrown across the bedroom floor as Coach Blue was sprawled on the bed, legs spread wide open. The women were completely nude, but Coach Blue was too drunk to notice their rolls of fat and hideous skin. He on the other hand, was still wearing a pair of boxers. Laura was slowly pulling them down from between his legs as Samantha watched with her knees next to the coach's head.

His wife pulled the hem completely off, and his cock sprang free for both of them to feast their eyes on. Samantha's eyes grew instantly wide, and she gave a small moan at the sight of his huge member. It wasn't even at its full length yet, nor was it hard enough to have fun with, and yet even Laura was taken aback by its girth. Both women gasped as they became instantly wet.

Samantha licked her lips as Laura immediately bent down and took him into her mouth. Laura licked it from the base to the tip over and over again, increasing her pace each time, and trying desperately to make him hard, but it was proving a difficult task. Samantha had given up on getting the coach to touch her, as he seemed to be showing no interest, and instead took to fingering herself next to the coach's head as she watched his wife blow him.

Ten minutes went by and Laura had nothing to show for her work. When another ten minutes went by Coach Blue could feel her becoming tired. Samantha had taken to arching her back as she played with herself. The site of her disgusting rack was making it difficult for him to sustain a hard-on, even from inside his wife's mouth.

As she was closing in on a half hour Laura was constantly coming up for air. It wasn't until Samantha's enlarged, round belly accidentally collided with his face that Coach Blue decided that the two of them should switch places.

Laura immediately objected, but had little choice as Samantha bullied her out of the way like a sumo wrestler. She latched on to his dick like a dog with a bone and began sucking him in like a vacuum cleaner. Coach Blue gave a slight jump as he was impressed with her enthusiasm, but that quickly ended when Laura decided to smother him with her chest.

What little progress Samantha had made with Laura's husband was quickly undone as he was blindsided by her humble C cups. She had accumulated sweat on her chest from the work she had put in, and it was largely unflattering. The snarls she was throwing in Samantha's direction were not helping her cause.

Coach Blue had to pull himself out of his wife's clutches, not so much from her cleavage as she hardly had any. He turned his head to the side, away from her and tried to focus on the task at hand. He just needed some time to get situated - -

In her mouth, Samantha could not feel a single change in density. In a sort of last ditch effort, she pulled him out, dripping with saliva, and attempted to titty-fuck him. But it was a feeble attempt as her tits weren't nearly big enough to fuck. Not only did they not swallow him whole the way Natalie or Paula's did, but they didn't even manage to surround his girth. Nor did they even bulge, they simply just provided a wall for his cock to lean against.

Laura's mouth was agape in a jealous fury. She immediately leaned down between her husband's legs and attempted to shove Samantha aside with her chest. The result was that their flat chests battled briefly around his cock.

As Coach Blue watched the display, he remembered another scene in his head which made him instantly hard, a time when both Natalie and Paula had wrapped their big, bulging breasts around his cock at the same time.

The two women below him moaned in pleasure as the coach's dick hardened in front of their eyes, and each woman felt a sense of pride in herself. They looked up at the coach as if to say, "Now the fun can begin."

Coach Blue's mind was still buzzing from the thought of having two huge racks pressed together around his aching cock. How he ached to be buried between Natalie and Paula's huge tits - - to see the tip of his cock jutting out from between their busty dual-cleavage as he humped their hooters - -

What had Natalie called it? A double tit-fuck - -

His thoughts were interrupted as he realized his wife was positioning herself over his cock. Coach Blue shut his eyes tightly as he felt Laura's warm depths slowly surrounding him. He began to lose his edge as the sight of his wife's disgusting body jiggling on top of him was making it difficult. He looked away and tried to go back to the shower - - to the double tit-fuck.

Samantha was watching in anticipation, eagerly awaiting her turn. She noticed Coach Blue struggling beneath his wife.

Coach Blue could almost see Paula's huge jugs as clear as day - - but the sight of his wife's ugly melons brought him back down to earth and forced his erection to run for cover.

This was not going to work.

Infuriated, he grasped his wife from her chubby love handles and forced her off him as he sat up. He got to his knees like a man on a mission and turned Laura over so that she was on all fours. Samantha watched his primitive act as he inserted himself into Laura from behind and began ramming her ass.

Laura's buns were slapping against his thighs, and she was moaning almost as if she were in pain as her husband plowed into her again and again. Coach Blue found it much easier to concentrate this way, as the distraction of her ugly face and hideous body were enough to make him vomit.

Samantha leaned down and sympathized with Laura. Not many women enjoyed the degrading act of being fucked like a dog. The two of them seemed to make up as the coach plunged on with his mission. When it was over, Coach Blue had not realized how long he had spent ramming his wife. Laura rolled over and gripped her sore ass, as Samantha looked at Coach Blue and bit her lip.

Coach Blue immediately forced Samantha on to her knees and repeated the entire process with her. She was screaming louder than Laura had been, and after a while she even sounded as though she were enjoying it. This coaxed the coach to fuck her even harder. When he was finished with her, he pulled out and repeated the same thing with his wife. It went on like this for hours on into the night until both women enjoyed having their asses plowed. As he was fucking Samantha's ass for the last time, Coach Blue suddenly pulled out and stood up on the bed.

He took a step towards the two ladies and aimed his cock at them as he pumped it through his fist, recalling he had done this a few days earlier while watching the busty duo of Brooke and Brittany bounce their huge basketballs.

He immediately gripped Laura by the back of the head and forced her mouth around his length, all the way down to the base, forcing her to taste Samantha's ass. He reached down and pulled Samantha by the hair, forcing her to get comfortable next to his wife. He pressed their heads together as he started to gush cum down his wife's throat.

Laura's eyes went wide as she realized he was cumming. This was something she never let him do, much less with someone else in the room. Who did he think he was?

But she was relieved, as after the first few spurts her husband pulled his cock from her throat and guided it to Samantha's mouth, cum gushing on to their heads on his bed as he did so. He immediately forced Samantha to take his exploding cock down her throat just as Laura had done, and her eyes, too, went wide as the her mouth was filled with the salty taste.

"You wanted this cock, bitch?" Coach Blue asked, in a rage, “Take it! Take it all! Yeah, you like that?"

Samantha shook her head from side to side, but that only caused his cum to slush around in her mouth. Thankfully, his spurting slowed to an end and he pulled out of Samantha's mouth. She immediately began coughing up cum.

He inserted himself back into his wife's mouth and fucked her throat, coaxing a few more drops of cum before he went dry.

"Fuck - - " the coach moaned, as he finally pulled out of his wife's mouth.

Not giving the two big women a second thought he collapsed on the bed, his mission accomplished, leaving Samantha and Laura coughing and sore.