To Bask In Breastford Chapter 13

To Bask In Breastford by bustyalix

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Beneath his sheets, Coach Blue's morning erection was trying to break free as he fondled a big, round, juicy boob. He had his eyes closed in ecstasy as he squeezed and prodded it. It was, by far, the biggest boob he had ever come across, even in Breastford! His hand had searched over every inch of the thing, and he had yet to find a nipple.

After a few more minutes of searching he heard a girlish giggle, and immediately opened his eyes. He was disgusted to find that it wasn't a breast he was touching, it was his wife's grotesque stomach. She was curled up next to him, a large smile on her face.

The coach put his hands on his head and sighed. He had a splitting headache, most likely due to the abundance of wine in his system as of last night. He rubbed his temples as the images of last night flooded his mind. Regrettably, he had had sex with his wife and her friend. He felt more remorse now than ever in his life.

He stood up off the bed, causing Laura to become sprawled. He immediately began putting on his pants and undershorts, he didn't want his wife sneaking a peak at his goods. He walked over to the window and gazed outside. The beautiful morning did nothing to personify his thoughts on the happenings of last night.

But he quickly changed his tune as the sun broke through a cloud and shined as bright as ever. Yes, last night had been the dark - - but this was the dawn. It was the dawn of a new beginning. As of this exact moment, all his regrets were released.

He smiled as he thought of what awaited him. Samantha had said that should he go through with this he would have access to all the other massive-boobed women in Breastford. The thought caused his morning erection to throb as he stretched into the warm rays of sunshine. He was a changed man, he could feel it. He felt as though he could bang one hundred women right now, and still have stamina left over for a blowjob.

Yes, he thought, this was going to be one hell of a week.

"Morning, Stallion."

Startled, Coach Blue turned around to find Laura running a hand through her frizzy hair.

"Oh - - hey." He responded.

"Last night was incredible!" Laura exclaimed.

"Yeah, thanks. I guess,” Coach Blue shrugged.

"How's that for a late anniversary gift?" Laura asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Coach Blue laughed. Apparently, she was under the impression that she and Samantha had done him a favor. Or worse - - that he had actually enjoyed it.

"Where's Samantha?" he asked.

"Gone,” Laura yawned, “You really gave me a pounding - - "

She rubbed her butt as she said this.

"Sorry,” Coach Blue said.

"You should be,” Laura snapped, “I won't be able to walk straight for a while. We're not doing it like that anymore. From now on, I'm on top."

"Fine,” Coach Blue said, not paying her any mind as he threw a shirt on.

When he was finished getting dressed he made his way to the living room. Out the window he could see across the street. Brittany Bust was at her friend Brooke Biguns' house, and the two of them were making it hard for Coach Blue to relax. He eyed their busty chests from the comfort of his living room, and after a while he decided to try his luck.

He walked towards the front door, but just as he was about to open it he had a change of heart. He walked back to the window and peered out at the two big-breasted teens, rubbing his crotch lightly.

"Not yet." He thought, “Not yet."

* * * * * * * * * * *

It was mid-week and Coach Blue had yet to try his hand at any of the local talent. Each day, he expected the two blond teases to come into his office and give him hell, but each day had come and gone uneventfully. In the meantime, he was perfectly content with waiting. He had even taken to banging Samantha regularly as a means of making sure he was ready for the "main event."

Samantha had stumbled into his office the previous Monday, limping severely from the soreness in her ass. She had commented that while she had enjoyed the threeway, she was not sure if she could take another fucking like that.

In watching Samantha leave, Coach Blue had had a revelation. While waiting for the right time to take it to Brooke and Brittany, he could use Samantha as a sort of "practice doll."

He had ascended from his seat quickly, and had lunged forward to stop Samantha at the door. While doing this he had ground his bulge into her from behind, pushing her against the door. Samantha had begun moaning in pain, and had even started to cry when she heard the coach unzip.

Soon after she had felt her shorts slide off her body, and was once again brought into the hell of Coach Blue's thrusting of his huge member.

Since that time she had grown accustomed to the ramming, and had even grown to enjoy it. Although she always opposed it at first, when it was all over she was fairly glad she had done it. It had even gotten to the point where she would come in and request sex, to which Coach Blue usually complied.

But on one particular butt-ramming session Coach Blue had decided that he had had enough. He was tired of waiting, and he could no longer go on settling for this chubby janitor when there was a treasure trove of big breasted, slim-waisted teens out there. He decided to make Brooke and Brittany's decision for them.

Now, he sat in his office waiting for class to begin. There was still a good twenty minutes to go, and it seemed as though it would never get here.

A few minutes went by and he heard a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Coach Blue said, adjusting his pants.

The door opened and Samantha walked in.

"Hey, baby!" she said, walking around the coach's desk.

"Hey,” Coach Blue said, nonchalantly.

"Are you ready for another round?" Samantha said, licking her lips as she stared at the bulge in his pants, “I'll let you ram my ass all you want - - "

Coach Blue put his hands behind his head and leaned back.

"Mmm. No,” he said, “I'm good."

Samantha made a noise as though she were out of breath. A look of shock ran across her face.

"What?" she said, trying to feign humor.

"I said no thanks,” Coach Blue said, “I'm not in the mood."

Samantha looked at him as though he were a lost child.

"Not in the mood?" she asked of him.

"Yeah,” Coach Blue answered, “As a matter of fact, I don't think I'm ever going to be in the mood again,“

"What?" Samantha exclaimed.

Coach Blue spoke slowly.

"Your services will no longer be required. You can leave."

"My services?" Samantha exclaimed, infuriated, “My - - services?"

Coach Blue shrugged as he didn't know what else to say. Samantha stared at him, and the smug look he had on his face made her face turn red.

"Kitchen's closed,” Coach Blue said.

"AAAAhhhhhhggggggg!" Samantha shouted as she walked towards the door and opened it, “FINE!"

Coach Blue smiled as she slammed the door.

* * * * * * * * * * *

The waiting had finally ended, and class was well underway. Coach Blue was making his rounds in the gym when he spotted the busty duo taking turns with jump shots. His cock immediately became hard, and it continued to grow in his pants as he inched his way closer to their bouncing boobs. He was almost there when he spotted something out of the corner of his eye: another huge pair - - a bigger pair.

He turned and gazed at the other end of the gym, and he was immediately met with the sight of Nina Knockers' bouncing melons as she took turns taking jump shots with her partner.

Coach Blue changed direction and made a beeline for those massive melons, ignoring anything else in his path. As he got closer to the huge-titted teen she noticed him walking towards her. Coach Blue saw her whisper something to her partner, who then immediately left for another part of the gym. Nina held the basketball directly in front of her chest as she waited for her coach.

"Hey, Nina,” Coach Blue said, smiling at her feeble attempt to cover her chest. The basketball was not nearly big enough to hide her massive rack. Her huge tits bulged out to the sides and made themselves visible around the entire ball.

"What do you want?" Nina asked.

"I want you to drop that ball,” Coach Blue said, eyeing her chest.

"In your dreams,” she replied.

"Drop it," Coach Blue said, “Or I'll cut you from the top five."

Nina hung her head and stared up at the coach.

"Please,” she said, “Everyone knows I'm the best player here."

"Really?" Coach Blue replied, “I don't know that."

Nina rolled her head up in the air and laughed.

"Fine,” she said, “Cut me. I'm sure the Cantaloupe Committee will understand."

Coach Blue gave an awkward laugh.

"Alright." He said, “You win."

Nina scrunched her face and smiled in achievement. Coach Blue looked around for her partner.

"Don't you usually partner with Gretchen?" he asked.

"She's out of town,” Nina replied, “She won't be back til this weekend."

"Right, right,” Coach Blue said, recalling their last conversation.

As he turned around to leave, Nina stopped him.

"Coach!" she said.

Coach Blue turned back around.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Can I see that ball?" Nina asked, gesturing to the basketball in the coach's hand.

"Sure,” Coach Blue said, tossing it over.

Nina caught it with her free hand and rolled it towards her chest so that it collided with the other ball she was holding, covering both of her tits up - - one ball in front of each.

"Great,” Coach Blue said sarcastically, “One just wasn't getting the job done, I guess?"

Nina locked eyes with him. She had a solemn look on her face. She was all business as she slowly brought both of the basketballs down towards her small waist. Coach Blue's eyes went wide as she revealed her massive jugs to him slowly, completely covered by her gray shirt and sports bra. His cock now grew to its full length and threatened to rip his pants right open as he stared at Nina's huge knockers. He licked his lips as his eyes made a feast out of the big, juicy melons that were heaving before him. Precum dripped from the tip of his cock as he understood what Nina was saying to him: her boobs were literally basketball sized. They were as big as basketballs - - big, beautiful, bouncy basketballs.

Coach Blue stared, unbelievingly, from the pair of basketballs in her hands to the pair on her massive chest. There was hardly any difference in size between them.

"Damn, Nina - - " Coach Blue said, “You have some huge, fucking tits - - "

Nina continued to lock eyes with her coach as he eye-humped her big boobs.

"Look at those things!" he said, “Big, bouncy basketballs - - "

"I think you need to go to your office now,” Nina said.

She covered her tits once again, and gestured to the huge erection her coach was sporting.

Coach Blue shook his head from side to side as if trying to shake something out of it. When he stopped, he stared at Nina in a daze. Awkwardly, he took a few steps back.

"No. I - - I think I'm good." He said.

Nina shook her head and smiled at him as she turned back around. As she walked away, she looked back over her shoulder and threw him a contemplating look.

The coach walked away and tried to calm his erection. After a few minutes he was back to his normal self again. His mind quickly turned back to the two busty blondes he had come here for, and he began searching for them once again.

When he found them, they were on the far end practicing their passes. Coach Blue watched as Brooke performed a chest pass. The force caused her busty chest to bounce and jiggle for a few seconds as the ball flew through the air. As Brittany caught the ball it slipped from her fingers and collided with her own bouncy chest.

"Ouch!" she yelped in pain, “Brooke! You hit my boob!"

Brooke was shaking her head and urging her to shush as Coach Blue approached them. Brittany did as her friend was suggesting and kept her mouth shut.

"Girls," Coach Blue said, “How are you two doing?"

"Who are you talking to?" Brooke asked, putting a hand on her waist, “Me, or her?"

She gestured to Brittany, who immediately walked over to the two of them. Coach Blue watched her huge rack jiggle and bounce as she stepped.

"How about all four of you - - " he said in a daze.

He turned back to Brooke. She and Brittany were now just inches away from him, putting their racks just millimeters away.

"Clever,” Brooke said, sternly, “So what do you want?"

Coach Blue felt her eyes staring a hole through him and immediately turned to Brittany.

"I just wanted to make sure Brittany was ok."

"She didn't get hit until after you showed up - - " Brooke said, rolling her eyes.

"Still - - " Coach Blue said, staring down at Brittany's huge rack, “I think you two should come by my office so I can treat - - those - - "

He trailed off as his mouth began to water.

Brittany arched her back and jutted her chest out, coaxing more moisture from Coach Blue's mouth.

"Are you sure you have the right - - treatment?" Brittany asked him, raising an eyebrow.

Coach Blue licked his lips as he stared at her big, tasty melons.

"Oh - - I think I've got the right treatment for those." He said, “In fact, I've got the perfect treatment for 'em. I may even have to treat your friend Brooke's bouncy - - “

"Are you two finished?" Brooke interrupted, “We've got practicing to do."

Brittany threw a dirty look at Coach Blue. "After practice,” she said.

Satisfied, and throbbing, Coach Blue turned and walked away. He could hear the two of them chatting and bickering as he did so, but he paid them no mind.

There was still twenty minutes left in class, according to the clock. But he decided the clock was broken, leaving the busty teens utterly shocked when they heard the whistle blow.

The girls' eyes grew wide as their friends began filing out of the gym. Brooke saw Coach Blue retreating back into his office, and even though his back was turned she somehow knew he was smiling.

* * * * * * * * * * *

"Girls!" Coach Blue exclaimed as Brittany and Brooke walked into his office.

Neither one of them was surprised to see their coach leaning up against his desk, awaiting their entry. Both girls could feel the coach's eyes on their big chests as they stepped into the room. Brooke tried to keep her boobs from bouncing underneath her gray practice shirt, but it was no use. Brittany, on the other hand, was a little more liberal with her movements.

"I just love it when my girls bring their own basketballs." He said, licking his lips as he looked from each busty blonde's teen rack to the other.

"We're just here for some aid,” Brooke said as she and Brittany stood in front of their coach. She immediately noticed the bulge that had sprouted in her coach's shorts.

"Yeah, Coach - - " Brittany said, stepping forward and arching her back. Coach Blue's eyes almost popped out as Brittany's huge jugs pressed and stretched the fabric of her gray shirt, threatening to rip it off. Brittany had her head turned slightly as she raised an eyebrow at her coach.

"Can you handle these big basketballs?" she asked.

Brooke saw their coach's bulge throb as it doubled in size. Coach Blue was licking his lips as Brittany teased him by jiggling her big jugs around seductively. Brooke elbowed her, urging her to stop, but her busty friend paid her no heed.

Coach Blue's mouth was watering and his eyes were glued to Brittany's bouncing chest as he reached around his desk and pulled a soft cloth from one of the drawers.

"This ought to do the trick,” Coach Blue said, holding the cloth out to the stacked blonde.

Brittany smiled as she began to step forward, into the cloth.

"It'll do something alright - - " she said, winking at Brooke.

Coach Blue's mouth was like a river as Brittany's huge melons inched their way closer to his waiting hand. Brittany was licking her lips sexily as her big boobs bounced just inches away from her coach's eager hand.

"Be gentle with them - - " she said.

Coach Blue's mind was about to explode as he could almost feel his fingers sinking into her busty tit-flesh. Her tits were so close he could squeeze them - -

Brooke looked down and saw that the coach's bulge had not let up. Panicked, she hurriedly stepped forward and stopped her busty friend from advancing any further.

"Hey, what?" Brittany said, stepping back.

"I've got a better idea,” Brooke said, looking at Coach Blue, “Why not let me?"

Confused, Brittany looked at her friend. Brooke turned to her for a moment and threw her a reassuring look. As she raised her eyebrows at her, Brittany nodded in un-assured agreement.

Brooke turned back to Coach Blue and stepped forward. She reached out and took the cloth from his hand.

"Why don't you just sit back?" she said, as she turned her gaze to his crotch, “And enjoy the show."

Coach Blue glanced over at Brittany, who was licking her lips seductively. Brooke joined her and the two of them stood next to each other and looked at Coach Blue, teasingly.

"Sure thing,” Coach Blue said, leaning back and showing off his bulging member, “You babes have fun."

Brooke threw one last cautious look at Coach Blue's shorts before turning to Brittany, who was still licking her lips at the coach.

Brooke slowly brought her hand over her busty friend's chest and lowered the cloth down gently over her big breast. The girls turned to Coach Blue to see his reaction as they began. They weren't surprised to see him shifting around.

Brittany smiled at the coach as her friend gently wiped her bosom down. It brushed over her nipple and she breathed in heavily.

Brooke could feel the huge tit heaving beneath her hand as her busty blonde friend breathed in and out. After a while, she pulled the cloth away from her tit and tossed it at Coach Blue.

"I don't think we need that anymore,” she said, as Brittany threw a naughty look at Coach Blue.

The cloth hit Coach Blue in the chest and trailed down his stomach until it reached his crotch, where it hung over his large erection. The girls giggled at the sight and Coach Blue immediately put his hand on his crotch and pulled the cloth away. Neither girl was surprised when he put his hand back on his crotch.

Now the only thing separating Brooke from Brittany's large melon was her gray shirt and sports bra. She now brought her hand back down over her friend's large breast only this time without the cloth. Her fingers trailed over the big tit gently as they formed a perfect squeezing circle around it. When her pretty little fingers finally found their places on the huge mountain she applied pressure to it, slowly sinking her fingers into Brittany's abundant tit-flesh.

Brittany breathed deeply as Brooke's hand squeezed her massive melon. Brooke licked her lips as her fingers sunk deeper into the gray shirt - - feeling the soft tit-flesh underneath. She began kneading it, jiggling the huge melon around in her grasp. Both busty teens had their eyes closed in ecstasy as Brooke bounced Brittany's bulbous boob around in her small hand.

Brittany thrust her chest into Brooke's hands. Her huge boobs were making her friend's hands look smaller than they already were. Brook gave in and gripped her other boob in her other hand. She now had both of Brittany's huge jugs bouncing and jiggling in her grasp.

"Oh my gosh!" Brooke moaned as Brittany's massive tits bounced in her palms, “They're so big!"

Brittany smiled at the statement, then she turned to Coach Blue and opened her eyes to look at the expression on his face. It was priceless. Her smile grew wider for a brief moment but it faded back into ecstasy as her eyes closed once again. She turned to back to Brooke and back to business.

Brooke's hands were squeezing her boobs with eager curiosity, as though she were playing with a new toy. Each squeeze sent a chill down her body as her big boobs bulged and pressed into her friend's palms.

Brooke couldn't believe how big and soft her friend's breasts were. She had touched them before, but never with the intent she now had. Her big orbs bounced with each squeeze of her petite hands, and they jiggled with a perky youth that made her moist - -

Coach Blue was watching with unblinking eyes as the scene he had waited for so long was finally taking place. He felt his cock throb with nonstop excitement and immediately had to pull his hand away from his crotch. But it remained poised at the girls like a torpedo, ready to take off.

Brittany arched her back and pressed her boobs even further into Brooke's lusty hands. Brooke gasped as her friend's 36DDs looked even bigger.

"Oh my God, Brit - - " she moaned, “They're like the size of melons!"

Brittany took her friend's hands in her own and began squeezing her tits with them even harder, manipulating Brooke's motions. Brooke had no choice but to knead and squeeze her friend's rack with the enthusiasm she wanted her to have. Both blondes began moaning and breathing heavily as Brittany's massive rack bounced repeatedly into Brooke's hands.

Brooke felt as though she were in heaven as she squeezed Brittany's huge melons like they were big, round stress relievers. She lowered her face so that it was level with Brittany's huge chest. She stared at the big jugs, eye to nipple, and turned her head from side to side. Her gray shirt was stretched over her explosive bust, and she was staring right between them wondering what her cleavage must look like.

"Ms. Bust, you are one busty knockout,” Brooke said, smiling up at her friend, “Breastford's finest!"

Brittany giggled down at her friend. She reached down to her blond head and began running a hand through her hair, admiring her beauty.

"Thanks,” she said.

Brooke looked up at her with a naughty look and bit her bottom lip.

"Take me home?" she said, wanting.

Brittany smiled and then pulled Brooke's head towards her bosom and buried her between her fully clothed breasts as best she could. Brooke was moaning as Brittany's massive balloons jiggled against her head. She could feel their warmth enveloping her face as she shook her head from side to side, making those huge melons jiggle uncontrollably.

She pulled her head away from her friend's breasts and gasped for air. She levelled herself and began fixing her hair. In the meantime, Brittany reached for her busty rack and began kneading Brooke's melons just as she had done with hers.

"Now these - - " she said, “are some knockers!"

Brooke smiled as her blond friend squeezed her big, juicy breasts.

Coach Blue saw her steal a quick glance at him before she tilted her smiling face toward the ceiling and closed her eyes. He thought it was sexy the way she kept looking back at him. Deep down, he knew she was checking him out - - that she was trying to keep the monster in his shorts at bay. He was thankful the girls had no idea what he had accomplished last night, and he was perfectly content to let them play as much as they wanted.

He was not worried as he watched Brittany squeeze Brooke's big, round boobs with enthusiasm and curiosity. Brooke's back unwillingly arched itself and forced her big rack into Brittany's eager grasp. She was moaning as her friend's fingers sunk into her soft tits through the thin material of her practice shirt.

Brittany pressed her face into her friend's busty chest and shook her head around from side to side. She felt Brooke's boobs bulge against her entire head. She couldn't help thinking that they were as soft as pillows - -

She pulled her head away from her rack as quickly as she had gone in. Squeezing them as she smiled, she turned to look directly at Coach Blue.

"Don't you wish you could feel these big boobs?" she asked of him.

"Yeah,” Coach Blue nodded, “But don't you worry your pretty little blonde head. I will. And I won't forget about yours either, Brittany."

Brittany laughed as she stood up. "That's what you think,” she said.

Brooke looked over at Coach Blue and saw that he had a solemn look on his face. The determination in his eyes threw her head into frenzy, and she looked around the room as if searching for an idea.

Brittany had been watching her subtly. Just as she was about to ask what she was doing, Brooke turned to her.

"Let's take off our shirts!" Brooke said.

"Huh?" Brittany asked, taken by surprise.

"I mean - - " Brooke regained her composure and tilted her head to look at Coach Blue, “Do you want us to take our tops off, Coach?"

Brooke now turned to the coach and looked at him. Both girls were eagerly awaiting his answer.

"What do you think, Brooke?" Coach Blue asked, grinning at the two busty beauties.

Brooke nodded in understanding. Both she and Brittany reached for the bottoms of their shirts.

"That's what we thought,” Brittany said, giving Coach Blue one last smile before her face was covered by her gray shirt being pulled over her head.

Next to her, Brooke was doing the exact same thing.

Coach Blue let out a deep breath as his cock throbbed inexplicably. It was an erotic sight watching Brooke and Brittany take their tops off, and he knew that when it was all over and their big breasts were dripping in his seed this would be a moment he wanted to remember.

The girls' heads were still obscured by their shirts as they revealed their huge bra-encased busts to him. Their gray sports bras contrasted their tight blue shorts nicely. They finally finished pulling their heads out of their shirts and each girl immediately began fixing her hair, gauging the look on his face. They stood before him wearing only their gray bras, blue shorts, and white sneakers.

When she was done prettying herself up, Brooke grabbed hold of Brittany's boobs through her bra and began kneading them gently. Surprised, Brittany quickly got her bearings and returned the favor. She began feeling up her friend over her 36DD bra.

Coach Blue could not get over how huge their tits were, and at such a young age. Even though each girl was wearing a sports bra –an article of clothing meant to strap that certain area of the female anatomy down - - you could see that their boobs were in control of it, and not the other way around. They forced their bras to take the shape they desired - - and it was as though they had no idea what an accomplishment that was.

Coach Blue's mouth was watering as he watched their huge boobs bulging against the fabric of their bras. The material was made to look as thin as a baby tee, and it was stretched across their expansive busts obscenely. Yet somehow, you knew that it was a bra they were wearing, rather than a tee. It was because the roundness of their big boobs forced their bras to maintain its status as such, allowing you to make out the cups. The 36DD cups - -

They were keeping their bras in a constant state of torture.

Brooke looked over at Coach Blue in a sexy manner as she sunk her fingers into Brittany's bra-encased boobs. Brittany turned to look at their coach as she, too, had her hands full.

"What now?" Brittany asked.

Coach Blue gripped his desk tightly. He was sweating and his shorts felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Now the bras." He panted, “Lose - - the - - bras - - "

Brittany laughed as she threw her head in the air. "I don't think so,” she said, “Nice try, though."

Brooke looked at the bulge in their coach's shorts and saw that it was as big as ever. She looked from the bulge to his face and then back again before turning back to her busty friend.

"No,” she said, “I think that's a great idea."

Brittany had a confused look on her face as she felt Brooke's hands travel around to her back and pull her towards her. Brooke stepped forward and thrust her chest out, and soon their huge racks collided with one another.

"Oh - - wow!" Coach Blue said as he stared at the two busty blondes, unbelieving.

Both girls sighed in pleasure as her big boobs were met with the softness of the other girl's giant pillows. Their nipples collided, and each girl's busty rack bounced off the other only to continue bouncing back again. All four breasts were jiggling against each other as both girls rubbed her own massive jugs against the other pair.

Brooke locked eyes with Brittany as she felt her massive 36DDs against her own. They felt so soft and supple, and they looked gorgeous pressing into her giant hooters.

Brittany reached down behind Brooke and placed her hands on her tight buns. She squeezed, coaxing Brooke to moan and throw her head to the ceiling as Brittany felt her luscious rear. She pulled Brooke tighter to her, forcing her big boobs to press against hers even tighter.

Brooke reached behind Brittany and did the same, filling her hands with her sexy buns. Both girls looked towards Heaven and moaned. They each had their hands filled with the other's sexy ass - - and their juicy melons pressed against the other's.

The girls finally came back down from their mini-orgasm to look at each other. They smiled and gave girlish giggles shyly. They looked down at the tops of their big breasts as their nipples poked and prodded against the other's huge rack. Each massive pair heaved against the other as their big boobs continued to bounce and jiggle against the others.

Coach Blue was having trouble keeping his composure watching all of those big boobs jiggle against each other. He felt his cock throbbing uncontrollably as precum managed to escape down his shorts. His face was turning red in a mixture of humiliation and anger as he realized it was happening again - -

The busty blondes smiled as they looked down at their big boobs.

Brooke turned to the coach.

"Are you ready to see these big tits?" she asked.

Her hands moved from Brittany's luscious rear and began traveling up her smooth back. They finally reached their destination - - her bra strap. And that's where they stayed.

Behind her, she felt Brittany's hand doing the same thing, and soon her fingers were toying with her bra in a playful manner.

"Show me,” Coach Blue said. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer. If he could just last long enough for them to take off their bras - - "Just - - show me!" he said, growing impatient.

"Ohhh!" Brittany said, teasing, “Someone's getting impatient."

"Mmmm - - " Brooke moaned as she bounced her boobs against Brittany's, “What's the matter coach?"

"You're not going to explode, are you?" Brittany asked seductively. There was a loud, audible snap as she tugged on Brooke's bra and snapped it against her back.

"Damn it!" Coach Blue shouted, “Just do it!"

Impatiently, he stepped forward - - hands at the ready.

Brittany took her hand and pushed it out towards the coach, creating a barrier with her arm.

"Nuh-uh,” she said, “Take another step, and we'll leave."

She gestured to the door.

Coach Blue mumbled something inaudibly. Frustrated, he stepped back.

"That's what I thought,” Brittany said, smiling. But her smile faded as she felt her bra being snapped.

"Hey!" she said.

"Sorry," Brooke said, giggling, “I just couldn't resist."

Throwing her friend a dirty look, Brittany decided to even the odds by snapping her bra. Brooke's laugh was cut short and replaced by an expression of surprise.

"Hey!" she said, reaching behind Brittany yet again.

Coach Blue watched as the two girls engaged in a snap war. The room was filled with the sound of each girl's bra snapping into her back. After a minute of this, the sounds coming out of their mouths became more like moaning. The snapping grew faster and more prolonged, causing their big boobs to jiggle against each other uncontrollable. Coach Blue rubbed his crotched as he watched their snap war turn into an erotic one.

"Uuhhh!" Brooke moaned as her bra forced her boobs to jiggle.

"Mmmm - - " Brittany moaned back.

Soon the snapping ended, and each girl was fidgeting with the other's bra. Coach Blue watched in anticipation as he realized what was happening. The snap war was finally over and the girls were ready to rid their bras for good.

After a few seconds of figuring out the other's bra, each girl finally got it undone. It happened almost simultaneously, but everything was moving in slow motion for Coach Blue. He heard the sound of one bra being unclasped, and although it was less audible than the snapping that had taken place prior to this, to him it was louder than a cannon being fired.

His mind was boggled as he heard two shots being fired, one right after the other. His eyes grew wide as he saw bra straps flying off backs. They did not fall. They literally flew off, revealing the smoothest skin he had ever seen.

They were still in slow motion as their straps flew off their backs and around their bodies, dangling in the air an inch from their big breasts. Coach Blue saw their eyelids close for a brief moment, as if basking in the sensation, and when they were opened again their eyes were looking directly at him teasingly.

They smiled at their coach as they stood before him, bare-backed.

Coach Blue licked his lips as each girl ran her hands up the other's smooth back, enjoying the feeling of her bare flesh. Up front, their bras were dangling over their big breasts, keeping them covered.

But his cock jumped when he saw the tops of their bra leaning forward. His heart raced as the girls let them lean, revealing a large amount of side-boob.

His mouth began to water as he gazed at their smooth flesh. It was so beautiful.

He strained his eyes against the bulbous mounds of flesh between the fabrics of their dangling bras, trying to make out their nipples. His cock finally exploded when he got the bulk of what he was going to see - - he could almost make out a nipple from both girls.

His cock, too, was acting in slow motion. His orgasm seemed to last an eternity - - and it was a torturous one. He took to one knee - - and soon he was sitting on the floor leaning against his desk. He looked up at the two busty girls, their dangling bras obscuring his view of their gorgeous melons, expecting to see them laughing at his pain. But when he finally managed to pry his eyes to their faces, they had their mouths open in surprise, teasingly. What seemed like an eternity to him had only been one second.

There were two things that entered his mind. The first was that it was not healthy to cum this much so fast. The second was that it had been a while since he passed out.

He stole one glance at the girls' bulging racks just as his sight began to fade. His heart would have leaped at this point, because both bras were now falling to the ground directly over him. As he blacked out, he had to wonder if it was simply a bra cup that was shutting out the lights.

* * * * * * * * * *

"I hate to say I told you so,” Brooke said, bending down to pick her bra up off Coach Blue's face.

Brittany sighed as she pulled the straps of her own bra over her shoulders. "Then don't say it,” she said.

There was a moment of silence as both girls pulled their bras over their big boobs. They were dressing as though they were in a locker room.

"I told you so,” Brooke said.

"I told you not to say it!" Brittany whined as she and her busty friend pulled their shirts over their heads.

"Well, it's true. I did tell you,” Brooke said as they finally managed to pull their gray shirts over their huge busts.

"You're being paranoid,” Brittany said.

She stepped over Coach Blue's body and headed for the mirror on the other side of the room. She began fixing her hair and dolling herself up. After a while, she was joined by Brooke.

"I am not,” Brooke said.

Brittany sighed.

She stepped back and gestured to the body lying on the ground.

"You think that's not normal?" she said, frustrated.

Brooke looked at her through the mirror and shrugged.

Brittany bent down and picked up Coach Blue's right arm. She waved it in Brooke's direction.

"Look at me, Brooke!" she said, putting on a deep voice, “I'm helpless and I like big boobs. I'm a normal guy."

Brooke laughed as she continued to fix her hair. She contemplated everything that had just happened.

"Yeah,” she said, “I guess you're right. It's just the way Nina's been acting lately."

Brooke sighed.

"She's gonna be inducted soon. You'd feel the same way if it was you."

"I guess,” Brooke said.

Brittany looked at Coach Blue's arm in her hand and smiled as she thought of a way to break the tension. She guided his hand over her right boob and began squeezing it in her own.

"Oh Coach!" she said loudly, “You have such strong hands!"

Brooke laughed as she watched in the mirror.

"Quit it,” she said, smiling.

Brittany now took his other hand and placed it on her other boob so that both of his limp hands were "squeezing" her massive hooters.

"Coach! Oh Coach! Your strong hands feel so good on my big boobs!"

Brooke had to hang her head in order to hide her giggling.

"Stop it,” she said, trying to sound serious.

Reluctantly, Brittany let his hands fall to the floor. She stared at the mess he had created on himself.

"Disgusting!" she said, sticking her tongue out.

"Yeah,” Brooke said.

"How does it come out?" Brittany asked.

"I dunno, Brit,” Brooke replied, “It comes out just like they pee I guess."

"Ewww,” Brittany said backing away.

Brooke walked over to Brittany and peered inside the coach's shorts along with her.

"I dare you to touch it,” she said.

"No way!" Brittany said, finally letting his shorts go, “I'm never touching one of those things as long as I live."

"Other people do - - " Brooke said as Brittany got up.

She opened the door as the two of them prepared to leave.

"I don't see why,” Brittany said.

The two of them giggled as they exited the office. When they shut the door, however, their giggling ceased as they saw Nina Knockers standing a few feet away.

The duo had looks of panic and shock on their faces. Brooke quickly checked to make sure the door was fully closed before Nina had a chance to peer inside.

"Hey - - um - - Nina," Brooke said, waving at her.

Nina approached them. She, too, was still wearing her practice clothing.

"Don't 'hey' me,” Nina said, abruptly, “What do you guys think you're doing?"

"We - - um, well - - " Brooke stuttered, “We just - - came by to see Coach Blue."

Nina looked at the two of them as if she expected to hear more.

"But he's not here!" Brittany chimed as if a light bulb had just gone off in her head. Brooke looked at her as though she had just ruined something.

"And what were you coming to see him about?" Nina asked, accusingly.

"What?" Brooke asked.

"Pardon?" Brittany asked at the same time.

Brooke shook her head in disapproval of her friend.

"This wasn't a social visit was it?" Nina asked, growing impatient.

"No!" Brooke said, “Of course not, Nina - - "

"Good,” Nina sighed, “Not even you two are that stupid."

The two blondes laughed awkwardly.

"Were you looking for us?" Brooke asked, “Or - - something?"

She threw in that last part after Nina tossed her an angry look.

"Yes,” Nina said, finally, “Gretchen's coming back in a few days."

"Yeah," Brooke said, crossing her arms over her expansive chest, “We know."

"Hmmm,” Nina said, condescendingly. She had a half smile on her face as she watched Brooke's gesture, “I thought we'd surprise her."

She then crossed her arms over her own expansive bosom. Her huge, basketball-like melons were forced to swallow her skinny arms, almost whole, as the big, round orbs found an alternate way to showcase themselves.

Brittany scoffed at the gesture, causing Brooke to give her an angry look. Brooke then turned to Nina and gave her a look of loathing as she watched her big, juicy melons struggling to free themselves against her petite arms. Her own arms, while just as small, were doing a good job of keeping her rack in place - - unlike Nina's.

Brittany looked at Nina, and then back to Brooke. Although Brooke's bust ranged from a DD to an E, she was easily dwarfed by Nina's massive knockers. Nina had never disclosed her bra size to anyone - - save for Gretchen. But in looking at the two of them now, and comparing both pairs of breasts, Brittany told herself that Nina was maybe in the EE to F range - - maybe - -

There were a few instances in Breastford when girls would face off in a sort of staring contest, but not with their eyes. It was similar to what the cowboys did in old western movies just before they faced off. An entire war would be fought in an instant as both girls harnessed their weapons of mass seduction and flaunted them at each other until one of them backed down. Usually, the win went to whoever held the biggest, bustiest weapons.

The technical term for these "tit-wars" had gone through numerous changes with each passing generation. Girls in Breastford had recently taken to calling them "breast wars" or "breast offs."

As Brittany stared at her two friends engaging in battle, it soon became clear who had won this breast off.

Brooke suddenly underwent a drastic, yet subtle, change in posture. There was not much difference in the way she had been standing a few seconds ago and the way she now stood. Aside from her small frown and now slightly slumped shoulders, her once proud and perky breasts seemed to cave in to the rules of gravity for a brief moment. To Coach Blue, there would have been no difference. But to a Breastford woman the difference were large and vast.

Nina's eyes lit up as she dropped her arms and ran a hand across her face, brushing a few locks of hair away. This caused her massive jugs to jiggle underneath her shirt and bra vibrantly. Her half smile stayed put.

The sudden change in the scale of attitude lasted only a brief moment as Brooke quickly perked up once more, a large smile on her face.

"Awesome!" she said, excitedly, “What did you have in mind?"

Nina had her eyes closed as she finished brushing her brown hair away from her face.

"Hmmmm - - " she said, both thoughtful and distant. She seemed to be basking in the moment - -

"I think it's time she got accepted."