To Bask In Breastford Chapter 19

To Bask In Breastford by bustyalix

CHAPTER NINETEEN

"Samantha, I trust everything went well?"

"Yes, Miss." Samantha answered.

She was standing in the bedroom of the most powerful woman in Breastford. The woman was speaking to Samantha from her bed, and although it was draped with long veils so as to keep her hidden Samantha could see that there were three men in bed with her - - three hunks.

"Hmmm. I see. Tell me, how did you manage to acquire those videos?"

Samantha's eyes went wide in surprise.

"Miss Madeline - - do you mean - - do you mean you don't know?"

Madeline threw her arms in the air and yawned. The three men were lying around her as she knelt on the bed. She was surrounded by large, bulging muscles.

"Well, don't sound so surprised." Madeline said, “When I order the help to clean I don't ask how they got it done."

"Oh! Yes, of course!" Samantha said quickly, “Well, you see, I embedded a small camera in the cushion of his couch."

"Ah!" Madeline exclaimed, “Yes - - I see now - - "

She trailed off as the muscles beneath her now caught her attention. With her right hand she began touching each man, rubbing their rippling chests tenderly.

Samantha bit her lip as she watched the censored action. What she wouldn't give to be in Madeline's position right now - - with three gorgeous men laying all around her - - all those muscles for her to play with - -

"My other source tells me Nina is close to breaking as well. Tell me, what do you think?" she asked of Samantha.

"I - - I wouldn't know." Samantha responded, “I would have to say that all the women have suffered a loss and that - - “

"I didn't ask about the other women." Madeline interrupted, “I asked about Nina."

Samantha bit her tongue. Through the veil she could see Madeline gazing at her, burning a gap through her heart with her eyes and sending shivers down her spine. She had already questioned her once, and she did not think it wise to do so again.

"I - - I - - no." Samantha said, “From what I've seen Nina is far from where you want her."

"I see." Madeline said, as she stroked the head of a particularly beefy stud. Her hand trailed down the man's chiselled body and danced along his crotch, which was bulging from her touch.

Samantha could see that Madeline was very appreciative of the three men in bed with her, though she dared not say so.

"No matter." The woman said, “As we speak my newest safety net should be arriving. He will undoubtedly keep the committee out of my hair, as well as keep them in their places."

Samantha watched as Madeline's other hand now shot towards the bulging penis of another man. She licked her lips as Madeline squeezed and stroked at the bulges of two hunky studs.

"A new recruit?" Samantha asked.

"Yes." Madeline answered, “I suppose you could say that."

"Wow!" Samantha squealed, “He must be a hunk if you've gone out of your way to get him here!"

Madeline smiled as she took the third bulge in her hand.

"Yes well, he should be. I'm making him assistant coach to our friend Steven Blue."

* * * * * * * * * *

He sat behind his desk, his feet propped up and his hands behind his head, contemplating everything that had taken place recently. He'd gone from a one-horse home to a bevy of busty babes, and he had no intention of ever going back.

Why should he?

Where he'd come from he was an average Joe, just another tired individual doomed to a life of mediocrity. The passion he'd once felt for his work had long since expired, and the shining aura his wife once held had long since faded into a dark void which either held or didn't hold his entire existence together (he wasn't sure which).

Everything he had ever worked to achieve had been swallowed.

His home - - disappeared.

His career - - exhausted.

His beautiful wife - - let go.

All that remained were dull remnants of what he once called a life, cast to the deepest trenches of memory and drowned in darkness. He could no longer picture those elements which made up his previous existence. He could no longer picture his wife, sitting at home desperately trying to take control of the situation - - to take control of him as she had done in the past.

What he could see were the beautiful faces and gorgeous bodies of the women what now surrounded him. Their flawless figures haunted his mind, consumed his thoughts, and occupied his dreams. Never in his life had he found himself more taken by desire. He could recall instances in which he had sat behind a desk at work very much like the one he sat behind now and thought of nothing except the images of naked women that awaited him at home, courtesy of a flat screen monitor. Back then Laura would have never thought to give him relief except when it was in her benefit.

Not that he actually wanted it from her.

Like so many men he had found himself becoming more and more complacent. Laura had fit him into her life's puzzle, and he had not even found himself to be the final piece. He had kept up his end of the marriage deal. He had stayed fit, nurtured a career, and made a decent living. But his wife's agenda had been a much more selfish one. The only thing she ended up maintaining was her health, and even that was beginning to slide more and more with her eating habits and lack of exercise. He'd had to watch his wife slowly inflate, helpless to do anything as she was much too stubborn to admit it. Oh the irony!

He chuckled.

It seemed his life's book was still referencing the earlier chapters after all. His wife, his life - - they had pushed him too far. They had pushed him over boundaries of every sort, pushed him all the way to this place.

Irony - -

Things were much different now. He had more control in Breastford than he ever had back home.

And yet nothing had changed.

The universe still seemed to be working against him just as it had done back home. The only difference was that now, he seemed to be succeeding. It was a small window with a tiny line of sight, but at the rate things were going it was possible he would achieve everything he wanted to achieve in this place. Could it be that someone, or something, wanted him to succeed?

He cleared his throat, and then reached down and patted his leg as he thought of his achievements. He had a promising career and a beautiful house. Already he had more than he could have ever bargained for back home. But the real prize - -

The real prize was the community. It was unfathomable. This place truly was like a Heaven on Earth. Not only was it filled with beautifully buxom women, but there seemed to be hardly any men here at all. In fact, he wasn't sure he had seen a single male here period. There were times when he thought he had seen a few, but they were always accompanied by women he didn't know. They never spoke, never seemed vibrant, and never showed any signs of vigor. That led him to the conclusion that he had simply imagined them.

Perhaps a side-effect of the realization that he truly was the only man in a town filled with busty women - - that he was surrounded by bountiful piles of breasts.

He reached down to his crotch region and tended to his growing erection.

Of the women he had seen, the women associated with the committee were amongst the biggest prizes. Each woman held two big prizes of her own, and he longed to play with each and every flawless pair.

Paula and Natalie he had conquered, but as much as he'd liked to reassess those lovely ladies he had to admit that his chances with them were nonexistent, slim at best. He had fulfilled so many a fantasy with those two buxom women. His mind churned at the thought of Paula's massive jugs pressed up against the glass in that hot, steamy shower - - and Natalie - - Natalie's giant melons pressed up against him so wet and slippery - -

What he wouldn't give to regain entrance into that shower once more, instead of having to settle for Gretchen and Maggie. Perhaps a three-way with Gretchen and Paula was in order. Being buried between the breasts of mother and daughter did sound like fun. However, neither would ever go for that.

And speaking of mothers, Beth and Barbara seemed to be worthy candidates for a sperm shower. Already he could picture the two blonde MILFs holding their generous bosoms out for his raging rod. But as hot as their chesty mothers were, Brittany and Brooke still had them beat. The last time he had seen them he was sure their mega-sized racks had grown even bigger, perhaps even surpassing those of their mothers. The things he had done with the big-titted duo of Brittany and Brooke - -

And he was nowhere near being finished. He was going to fulfill every fantasy he could possibly imagine - - through them. He would take it slow, savoring the feeling - - every thrust, every bounce, every jiggle, and even their virginities. Anything that he had ever pictured, and anything which required the talents of two big-boobed babes was at his disposal - - yes, he was going to enjoy them.

He rubbed his crotch lightly as he pictured the two busty blonde teens rubbing it for him, Brooke on the left, Brittany on the right - - their big boobs bulging around his face so soft and supple as he took an ass-cheek from both girls - -

But he was quickly brought back to reality as he heard the familiar sound of tapping on the door. Someone was knocking.

"Hang on." He said, standing up and snapping out of his daze.

He walked around his desk and made his way to the front of the office. Luckily, the sudden interruption was enough to calm his erection, but only slightly. The bulk of it still remained, such was the power of the busty duo.

"Alright, I'm coming." He said in response to another knock on the door.

Soon after he was turning the doorknob and opening the door, viewing the person standing on the other side.

"Wha - - “ he said to the man standing before him, “Wha - - it's - - it's you!"


* * * * * * * * * *

"Dick,” Gretchen said.

The girls blinked at her in surprise. It was Brittany who was the first to speak up.

"Dick?" she said, “What does that mean?"

"Daniel Dick,” Gretchen continued, “That's his name."

"Wait, wait, wait - - " Brooke said, halting the subject for the moment, “This guy is going to be our new coach?"

"Yes, that's right,” Gretchen said.

Brooke looked over at Brittany. The two of them had managed to get what they wanted from Coach Blue, but now it seemed as though that was going to fall apart. Now they were going to have another coach to deal with?

"Okay, so this guy is going to replace Coach Blue?" Brittany asked.

Brooked listened to Gretchen's answer intently. Brittany was undoubtedly thinking the same thing she was.

"No,” Gretchen said, “Coach Blue is still going to be in charge. Coach Dick will be working under him."

"Oh, so then he's more like an assistant,” Brooke said.

Gretchen's gaze was now fixated on her blonde friend.

"Don't take him lightly,” she said, “This guy was hand chosen by Madeline. That means that at any time for any reason - - if he feels the need to change things, well, he can."

A short silence now fell over all the girls.

This time it was Nina who broke the silence. She gazed at Gretchen as though they were enemies.

"You didn't tell me Madeline chose this guy,” she said.

"Does it really matter?" Gretchen asked.

Nina opened her mouth as though she was going to speak, but at the last moment she closed it. She peered around at the girls as though she were unsure about a decision.

"I've got a question." Someone said.

"Maggie?" Gretchen replied, “What is it?"

"If this guy is who you say he is, then aren't we all in danger here? Our first team positions, I mean."

Another silence fell over the girls, this time it was a more synchronized one.

"No,” Nina said, “We are the first team. It's our job to exhibit leadership. As long as we continue to perform, there will be no reason to cut us."

This sparked a deafening silence from every girl - - every girl but Nina.

She spoke yet again.

"Look, you guys have nothing to worry about. You're going to have to trust me on this."

"Easy for you to say - - " Brittany muttered.

"What?" Nina asked, glaring at her.

"Nothing!" Brittany quickly replied.

"Listen up,” Nina said. She stepped forward and turned to face her four teammates, “I know you guys have been through a lot. This is the first time we've had an organized sport in God knows how long. I know you're all trying your best. I am too." The girls had their heads bowed, taking in everything Nina had to say.

"But regardless of how good or bad you are or whatever, I want you to know something. And that is - - that we're here. We've gotten where we are because we exhibit skills the other girls don't have, or can't use, or whatever. Whatever those may be. I just - - I want you all to know that. You're the best."

There was a short silence, and when it became apparent that no one was going to say anything Brooke finally spoke up.

"Do you really mean that, Nina?"

Nina leaned back against the wall and nodded her head.

"I do."

"But - - no matter how hard we try - - we'll never be as good as you,” Brittany said.

Gretchen had her arms crossed as she watched the conversation take place.

"Oh,” Nina said, “I wouldn't be so sure, Brit."

"She's right, Nina,” Gretchen said, “You've been given a natural talent that none of us have. I don't know that we'll ever be that good."

"Alright, fine. Whatever,” Nina said, stepping forward yet again, “That doesn't mean you shouldn't try."

The girls laughed for a while.

"So when's our next practice?" Brooke asked, as she and Brittany headed toward the door.

"Tomorrow,” Gretchen said, “Don't be late."

The door opened, and the busty duo was gone.

* * * * * * * * * *

"You!" Coach Blue said, accusingly, “What are you doing here? How did you find me?"

The man stepped into the office, forcing Coach Blue to step aside. He stood at the center of the room and took in the surroundings as he swiped his hand through his light hair.

"You?" the guy said as Coach Blue made his way around him, “What, you think I'm here for you? C'mon, Blueballs. Give me some credit."

He gestured to the chair in front of him, as if asking Coach Blue if he could sit with his eyes. Regardless of what the answer was Coach Blue knew he was going to sit anyway. He walked to the side of his desk and leaned against it.

"I signed a contract, Dick,” Coach Blue said, “I know that thing front to back. It's skin tight. I've made it a point to know my contracts. I guess you can thank yourself for that."

Coach Dick sat comfortably in his chair and laughed.

"Relax, Blue." He said, “I'm not here for your job. As a matter of fact, I'm here to assist you."

Coach Blue crossed his arms and looked down at the coach sitting in front of his desk.

"Assist me? Why? You're a head coach. Why would you want to take a pay cut? No, no, no. I know you, and you're after my desk."

"Who said anything about a pay cut? I'm making more here than I ever was back home. And as for your position, I wouldn't want your job anyway."

Coach Blue wrinkled his eyebrows as he looked down at Coach Dick thoughtfully.

"Why?" he asked.

"C'mon, man. You know why. The reason you're here. Have you seen the jugs on these women? It's like being in a porno 24/7."

Coach Blue nodded as he thought about all the women, specifically the busty duo. Remembering where he was, he quickly shook his head and shook the thoughts away.

"Wait, wait." He said, “What's that got to do with you not wanting my job?"

"Ah that's easy,” Coach Dick said, “You're the head coach, right? You got all these responsibilities and expectations. People expect you to do well. You do good, fine. You don't? You get canned. Fired. All eyes are on you. And me? I'll stay right here, no matter what happens. And I plan on staying for a VERY long time. All I gotta worry about is - - enjoying my time with the girls."

Coach Blue walked around his desk and sat down behind it. He put his hand to his forehead and hung his head.

"See? That's always been your problem, Blueballs. You never think things through. Why, I'll bet you've been here a while and you haven't even gotten your hands on some of that tail."

"That's not true!" Coach Blue said, abruptly.

"Oh really?" the other coach responded, “Did you fuck them?"

"Well, yeah, I mean - - some - - " Coach Blue muttered.

"That's what I thought."

"No, you know what?" Coach Blue asked, growing infuriated, “I did. I had a threesome. With two hot women! You ever done that?"

"Not in a few months,” Coach Dick responded.

"Not like these women,” Coach Blue said, leaning back triumphantly.

"Well, you got me there,” Coach Dick said.

Coach Blue looked at him. Sitting there now, he didn't look so much better than him. They were both around the same height. Dick's body was a little more chiseled than his was. Instead of the rugged good looks he possessed, Coach Dick had more of a boyish charm on him. He was the type of guy girls screamed about at boy band concerts.

"I'm impressed,” Coach Dick said, “You're finally breaking out of that shell of yours. Too little too late, though."

"What do you mean?" Coach Blue asked.

"Nah, it's just that now that I'm here things are gonna get a little colder for you."

Coach Blue laughed.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." He said, recalling how difficult it was for him, “Some of these women can be a little - - much."

Coach Dick whistled.

"You're telling me." He said, “When I first got here and saw that Nina Knockers I almost blew a load right then and there."

Coach Blue sat upright and leaned forward.

"You - - “he stuttered, “You were with Nina?"

"Yeah, she's the one who showed me the way."

Coach Blue felt like someone had hit him in the stomach with a sledgehammer. He recalled when Gretchen had "shown him the way." He wondered if Nina had given this guy the same - - directions.

"What do you mean she showed you the way?" he asked.

"Well, she closed up shop and got in my car and pointed." He said, “So what?"

"She didn't do anything else?" Coach Blue asked, eagerly.

"Nothing you need to know about,” Coach Dick responded.

Coach Blue sat back and glared at the man across from his desk, as though trying to figure him out. Nina was, by far, the ultimate prize. She was the battle to end all battles. If Coach Dick had won her for simply walking through the door after everything he himself had suffered through - -

"Yeah, well what about your wife? Marissa?" he asked.

"She's off shooting another movie. Left a few months ago. She'll be gone for a few months more."

"Movie?" Coach Blue asked, “I thought she was a model."

"Yeah," Coach Dick answered, “She is. But some producer caught one of her photo shoots and thought he could use her in a movie. Go figure."

"Last I saw of her was in that sports mag. I didn't know she was doing movies also."

"Oh was that the bikini issue?" Dick asked, “Yeah I'm surprised you didn't know, guy. That's what started her off on television. She's been all over those beer commercials."

"You know," Coach Blue said, “The women around here don't go for married guys. You have your work cut out for you."

"Aw, they don't have to know,” Coach Dick said, “But look, I should probably get out of here."

"Yeah,” Coach Blue said, “I agree."

The two of them stood up, and Coach Blue grabbed his water bottle from the top of his desk. As he was showing Coach Dick the door, he took a swig of it.

"That the magic juice?" Coach Dick asked.

Coach Blue almost choked at the sound of those words.

"I'm gonna need some myself,” Coach Dick added. He reached to his side, to a holster Coach Blue had not noticed. He pulled the bottle from the holster and took a long drink.

Coach Blue watched as he gulped down the liquid like he was in a chugging contest. When he was done, he wiped his mouth.

"I really needed that,” Coach Dick said, “I'm meeting with Paula Swanson and Natalie Knockers tonight."

"You - - what?" Coach Blue said as he turned to leave.

"See ya later, Blueballs."

And with that he was out the door.

* * * * * * * * * *

Three men were huffing and grunting as they stood huddled around Breastford's busty leader.

Madeline had not given them time to recover from their last explosion of lust, and her hunger was quickly taking its toll.

She gripped the steel-like rod of one beefy stud with her left hand, and took hold of the one to her right as well. As soon as her fingers felt the throbbing of each hard member she began to stroke her hands back and forth.

She was momentarily befuddled, as she pondered what to do with the third piece of meat, dangling directly in front of her. Without giving it further thought, she quickly sucked it up into her mouth and managed to wrap her lips around the engorged shaft.

With a cock in each hand and one in her mouth, she was truly enjoying herself. Each male was softly bucking to and fro, captive in her grip.

She felt each rod beginning to grow harder, and without further indication she stood up in the center of their huddle, their aching rods brushing against her as she did so. Her massive breasts pushed against the body of the lucky one before her, and that made his cock wince in anticipation.

She stepped back from them and leaned against her bedpost. She stood there and gestured toward the hunk in the center.

"Fuck me,” she said.

The horny hunk eagerly stepped forward, and Madeline immediately threw her arms around his neck. Down below, she could feel his steel rod tickling her wanting entrance, and before long she felt it penetrating her and snaking its way deeper and deeper.

"Ohhhhh God!" she moaned, “It's even bigger than it looks!"

As she was pushed back and forth across the bedpost, the whole bed was shaking. She gestured for the two other studs to approach her. As soon as they came nearer she grabbed them by their rods and began stroking them as if she were going skiing.

"Uh! Uh! Uhhhh!" she moaned, “Yes! Fuck me!"

Her lips closed tight around the man's engorged member. She could feel his sweat trickling down his toned body, and that made him all the more appealing to her.

He stopped reaming her and let his dick bask in the confines of her insides for a moment. Madeline pushed him away from her and looked at the man on her left.

"Next hunk,” she said.

The man immediately stepped in front of her as the previous man stood back and recovered.

"Come here." Madeline gestured to the recovering man.

He stood beside her and she took his cock in her hand and began to stroke it.

"Fuck me,” she said to the man in front of her.

As the man took his place between her legs, she began to jerk off the men on either side of her. She turned to the man on her right.

"Don't you worry," she said, “I'm going to fuck all three of you gorgeous, beefy - - muscular - - STUDS!"

She screamed as she was penetrated. If it hadn't been for the abrupt interruption, she might have started to drool all over herself. Her mind was exploding from the three gorgeous hunks.

"Oh fuck! Oh yeah!" She screamed, “Fuck me!"

The sound of slapping flesh was filling the room as Madeline bucked her hips into the man's thrusting rod. She could tell he was having trouble holding it in even though they had just started.

After they had fucked for a good, long period of time he pulled out of her and traded places with the final man.

"Ohh God - - " Madeline moaned as the men switched positions, “You studs are so beefy - - "

She reached out to the man in front of her as he began to insert his hard cock into her warm slit. Her hands rested on his pecs and she played with them, enjoying how hard his body was. They then danced over to his bulging biceps, where she let out a loud moan.

"Oh they're so big!"

As she once again felt a hard cock pushing her lips apart, she reached over to the men on both sides of her and began playing with their hard bodies.

"Your bodies are so big and hard!" She cooed, “Your cocks are so strong and powerful - - "

Madeline was like a child in a candy store as she played with their chiselled bodies. She reached down and began stroking at any cock she could grab, feeling them throb in her grasp as strong as their muscles.

She licked her lips as the man had his way with her. When he was finished, she kneeled down at the center of all three pointing cocks, making sure they were all pointing directly at her.

She began to suck each cock, alternating between all three. She could feel each feature brushing her lips in one big, wild blur of cock-meat. She took two cocks and tried to suck on them both, then switched one with the other and began kissing their tips simultaneously - - with passion.

She massaged their balls, and then lowered her head further. She instructed the three men to lay their balls on her face. When they did, she began to lick and suck at all six of the dangling parts. She pushed her head through all of them, and their dicks collided with her face as she made her appearance. She once again began sucking on their cocks hungrily.

She slapped her face with the large organs, then reached up and played with the washboard abs of whichever hunky stud she could find as she once again began savagely attacking their meat with her mouth.

She looked up at the man in front of her.

"Fuck my tits,” she said.

The man stepped forward as she opened her tits up, and placed his dick directly into her cleavage. Madeline's jugs easily swallowed him whole, and she licked at the tip as it penetrated her cleavage. She pulled her mouth off him as he started to thrust, then took the second pole in her hand and the third in her mouth.

"You studs are so hot!" she said as she pulled her mouth away from a wanting cock and stared up at the gorgeous features of the men above her. "It's every woman's dream to have three gorgeous, hunky studs at her disposal - - and I can make you all want me."

She eagerly jerked at the two dicks at her sides as she bounced her boobs up and down the third one. Soon after, all three men were exploding and she had three big cocks shooting at her face from different angles at the same time. She opened her mouth and licked at the spurts that were showering her. The men spent themselves for a good minute before their cocks finally let up.

Madeline released them from her grasp, and surveyed the damage all over her chest. She reached up to her face and felt the damage there as well. Her tongue snaked out and licked what she could from the sides of her mouth. She moaned as the taste filled her taste buds.

The two men closest to the bed gradually collapsed on it. One of them was accidentally slid off and wound up leaning against it from the floor. The third simply sat down, but was so tired that he could not sustain himself and he now lay across it, sprawled.

Madeline paid them no heed as she stood up and wiped her face. She ignored the three dangerously tired men at her feet and simply stepped over them. She walked to the edge of her bed where she approached a bedside drawer and fished for a towel. As she finally found one, the buzzer on top of the drawer went off.

"Yes?" Madeline said as she pressed the speaker button.

"Miss Madeline, your guest has just arrived."

"Wonderful, Evelyn,” she responded, “Give me about ten minutes, and then send him in."

She wiped her face, and as she pulled the towel away she caught glimpse of the three men sprawled across her room.

"And send Samantha to take my toys away. I don't believe they are broken, but they are in dire need of replenishment."

"Right away, Miss."

She then walked to the restroom where she proceeded to get cleaned up.

* * * * * * * * * *

"No! This isn't fair!" Brittany was saying, “It's terrible enough having to deal with Coach Blue, but now there's another one?"

She and Brooke had just walked into the girl's locker room. They were approaching the east wall, it had a large mirror stretched across it. When they got to the lockers that preceded it Brittany sat down on a bench, crossed her legs, and pouted.

Brooke paced back and forth in front of her.

"You're going about this all wrong,” Brooke said.

Brittany looked at her, confused.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Why does Coach Blue keep us on the first team?" Brooke asked of her friend.

"Umm - - " Brittany thought, "Because we perform certain - - favors - - for him?"

"That's right. But - - maybe with this new guy - - "

Brooke paused for a moment as her mind was racing.

"Maybe with this new guy we won't need to perform those favors."

Brittany blinked.

"That was supposed to be the plan with Coach Blue,” she said.

"I know,” Brooke said, “But all I'm saying is that this is a great opportunity for us to start over, start from scratch."

Brittany hung her head.

"Look," Brooke said, “At the very least, we're right back where we are right now."

"I guess so,” Brittany said, “I mean, things are pretty bad right now. Maybe starting over won't be so bad."

"Alright,” Brooke said, “Then it's settled. We'll go after the new guy."

"Do you think we'll be able to sway him?" Brittany asked.

"Of course,” Brooke responded. She pointed to the mirror, “Just look at us."

* * * * * * * * * *

The sun had begun its descent as Madeline floated across the room she was in. She walked over to the telephone, which had been buzzing for some time now, and hit the speaker button.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Miss Madeline - - " Evelyn's voice chimed, “Your guest is growing impatient."

"Is he now?" Madeline asked, “Very well, send him in."

A few moments later, the large doors on the other end of the room were opening. Soon after she saw a very fit man enter her quarters.

"Daniel!" she boasted, “Daniel Dick!"

She watched him as he approached. He was wearing a golf shirt, and very tight fitting blue shorts made from some sort of mesh material. He wore a ball cap on his head, but his scraggly blonde hair showed through the rim as though its vigor was too much to hold back.

He had blue eyes which sparkled with the innocence of a child, but the rest of his facial features were anything but innocent. His face looked as though it were carved by the gods. He looked handsome, and brave. Everything a woman's ideal man should look like.

"It's about time you let me in,” he said as he stopped in front of the chesty woman, “Madeline."

Madeline was definitely not the looker he had expected. With all the other women in Breastford, especially the young girls, he had expected Madeline to look like a goddess among women. Sadly, that was not the case.

Madeline had an angelic face, perhaps a bit too angelic. It made him think there was something unusual about her, and when he looked into her eyes he saw what it was. Her eyes hid the vast amount of knowledge and experience she had garnered over the years, knowledge and experience only a woman over the age of eighty could draw from.

But even with all this strange aura about her, her entire body glimmered with the radiance of youth. She looked no older than a woman of forty, perhaps late thirties. Although she was wearing a somewhat formal dress which hid the curvature of her body Coach Dick could tell that she had some nice curves on her. Her rack alone was proof of that.

She had, by far, one of the biggest racks he had seen since coming to town. The only other rack that could possible compare belonged to the ever-busty Nina Knockers, and he was nowhere near as turned on by Madeline as he was by Nina. The car ride with Nina alone had gotten him to blow his - -

"I'm glad to see you made it here safe and sound." Madeline said.

"Yeah - - " Coach Dick replied as he shifted his thoughts, “You know, Nina and everything."

"I trust she guided you well?" She asked.

Coach Dick adjusted the hat on his head and grinned.

"I wouldn't be able to find my way back, if that's what you mean."

"Good, good." Madeline stated, “I'm sorry for all the secrecy, but you must understand. Breastford has existed for years the way it is because we keep ourselves secluded, cut off from the outside world. I have no intention of breaching that type of security for a mere girls' basketball team."

"Don't ask, don't tell,” Coach Dick replied, “I understand completely."

"Good." Madeline said, “Then I trust you have no problem accepting the terms of our contract?"

"Well now," Coach Dick said, “Everything looks legit, but there is just one little clause I wanted you to clarify. That little bit about er - - um - - sleeping with er - - certain - - individuals?"

Madeline smiled at him warmly.

"Ah yes." Madeline stated, “I am granting you access to all members of the committee. I have instructed my girls to fulfill your every need - - in exchange for your cooperation, of course."

Now it was Coach Dick's turn to smile.

"Well, sweetheart, you've got my full cooperation." He grinned.

Madeline stepped forward, slowly.

"I hope you see what an honor this is,” she said, “I am granting you full access. This essentially gives you power beyond your wildest dreams. I would hate for you to jeopardize that by not following the rules - - my rules."

"Hey - - " Coach Dick said, slightly befuddled, “It's no big deal. I understand."

"I don't think you do - - " Madeline said.

Coach Dick felt himself becoming more and more aroused as Madeline drew closer. It was strange, a few minutes ago he had been thinking to himself that she was not the knockout he had expected her to be, and even though his mind maintained that thought his body was saying otherwise. He could feel a stiff erection growing in his shorts.

"What's - - uh - - this is all pretty - - " Coach Dick stammered.

"Those rules are a reminder that I am in control, that this is my city - - and you shall not - - jeopardize that!"

She reached out and rubbed Coach Dick on his bulging crotch. The bewildered coach could feel her large breasts pulling him in like some sort of magnet, and when she touched his bulge he felt tremors of electric shock coursing through his body and making him warm inside.

His body did not know how to respond. It was being overloaded by pleasure. He felt his eyes beginning to water as Madeline squeezed his throbbing erection.

"Do you want a release?" she asked of him.

Coach Dick could only nod, as words had become useless to him.

"I shall give it to you." Madeline said, “But when you awake you will remember who it is that put you to sleep. And you will remember the rules that I have set out for you, and you will follow them!"

"Oh God!" Coach Dick yelped as his he fell to a knee.

His erection had reached its breaking point. He felt the damn beginning to burst and knew that an explosion was inevitable. Pretty soon the insides of his shorts were being sprayed by blast after blast of hot jizz from his aching rod. He had never felt this much cum leaving him before, and after a minute had passed he began to fear for his life.

Madeline had long since released him. She was now standing above him, staring down as though she were enjoying his humiliation. It took him a moment to realize that he had been grasping the bottom of her dress, and as soon as he let go she stepped away.

As she faded away into the darkness, so did he.

* * * * * * * * * *

Nightfall had descended upon Breastford.

Coach Blue looked up at the stars from behind his windshield and wondered what the future had in store. He had driven out to a secluded place, over a cliff which overlooked most of the city. He'd had to go off-road to get there, but he decided that it was a nice enough place to think.

As he looked out across the city, he couldn't help but notice that it seemed to have no end. There were random lights turned on in the oddest places, and as hard as he tried he could not deduce in which direction the main road was in.

"BOO!"

Startled, Coach Blue jumped in his seat and hit his head on the ceiling. He looked around and saw a figure running around to the other side of his car. He reached over for his door handle, but before he could go any further the door opened. To his relief, Gretchen climbed into the passenger seat next to him.

She was giggling hysterically as Coach Blue recovered from a near heart attack.

"Geez! Gretchen are you crazy?" he scolded.

"Relax, Coach,” she said, “No one is going to attack you here. This is Breastford."

"It's still scary as hell!" the coach responded, “How the hell did you find me anyhow?"

"I can visit you anytime!" Gretchen winked at him.

Coach Blue sighed as he sat back and let his head fall against the headrest. This had been a weird day.

"So - - I hear we're getting a new coach,” Gretchen said.

Coach Blue immediately sat up.

"How do you know about that?" he demanded of her.

"Everyone knows,” Gretchen said as she stretched out, “The word is that he's going to be your new assistant."

"Yeah, he is."

"Lucky for you,” Gretchen replied.

"Yeah, I suppose so,” Coach Blue frowned.

Gretchen didn't quite know what to say. There was silence for a while, as the two basked in the ambience of the night.

"You know," Gretchen said, as the two stared out across the city, “Men are drawn to this place."

"That's not true,” Coach Blue said, “I've seen nary a man since I got here."

"No, I mean - - in general,” Gretchen said, “All men are searching for something, something unknown. For most of them, this is it. But they'll never find it."

Coach Blue thought for a moment. He was about to say something about how weird Gretchen was sounding, but she opened her mouth before he did.

"Women, too. Not just men. This is a really ideal place to live. It's a real paradise."

"Yeah, yeah it sure is,” Coach Blue said, recalling all the busty women he had seen.

He smiled as he thought of all the big, bountiful breasts he'd gotten his hands on since coming to Breastford.

He looked over at Gretchen as she sat in the passenger's seat of his car, her big breasts jutting out slightly from the rest of her body. They were moving slowly, in tune with her breathing. He reached out as Gretchen continued to stare at the city below them. Gretchen then felt pressure being applied to one of her breasts, she looked down to find Coach Blue's hand resting on it. He was really getting a kick out of squeezing her big melon. She turned to the side to give him access to both her boobs. His other hand immediately reached out and he began squeezing her big tits through her shirt and bra hungrily. He took her rack into his hands and pushed her boobs together from the sides. Gretchen then began making her way over the console in between them. She swung her leg over him and straddled him as best she could, her luscious rear pressing into the steering wheel.

She leaned down into him, and pressed her lips against his.

* * * * * * * * * *

Paula hurried to the door as she struggled to put her blazer on. She had just come from the lab and she hated to be seen wearing her lab coat. She finally managed to fasten the final button across her busty chest before reaching for the doorknob and opening the door.

She opened the door to find a handsome man standing on the other side. He looked as though he was sculpted out of wood, his face handsomely carved, and he had a head of golden hair tucked underneath a ball cap.

"Evening, Paula." The man spoke.

Paula's facial expression went from a curious one to a small smile of familiarity.

"Coach Dick,” she said, “Please, come in. Come in."

She shut the door behind him and then gestured to the living room where the two of them had a seat next to each other on the couch.

"To what do I owe this honor?" Paula asked, as she poured him a drink from the coffee table.

"Oh, I was just wondering if you had seen or heard from Natalie. She and I were supposed to go over the terms of my living arrangements."

"Sadly, I haven't seen her all day. And she seems to be rejecting calls, as we've not spoken either."

"I see,” Coach Dick said. He dropped his arms to his legs and let his hands slap his knees, “Did Madeline brief you on the circumstances of my arrival?"

Paula nodded as she took a sip from her glass.

"She did,” she said.

"And you are on the committee are you not?"

"I am,” Paula verified.

"Good,” Coach Dick said. The hand on his right knee now moved over to Paula's knee. He rubbed it tenderly, before moving up her bare leg and rubbing her leg through her plaid skirt.

Paula put her drink down so as to be more focused on the task at hand.

"Ah, I see,” she said, “So this is a social visit."

"Oh yes - - " Coach Dick said, huskily, “Very social."

He then reached over and held Paula in place by her tiny waist with both hands. He leaned into her and as soon as he was near enough Paula pressed her lips against his and they engaged in a hardcore lip lock.

Paula could feel his hands rubbing her waist up and down. Before long, they made their way to the huge bulging jugs emanating from her blouse and jacket. Coach Dick breathed as his fingers sunk into her massive piles of tit-flesh, savoring their bounce and vigor as they filled his palms with their busty tit-meat.

He pulled his mouth away from hers so as to look down at his own hands groping her big melons and see it with his own eyes. Their size was almost too good to be true, but after seeing Nina's massive jugs it wasn't hard to believe he was squeezing a pair of DDs at least.

Paula only breathed, and watched as the handsome coach squeezed and fondled her big breasts. She couldn't remember the last time her boobs were handled with such care. His touch was strong and firm, yet gentle when she wanted it to be.

"I can see why they put you on the Cantaloupe Committee - - " he said, just before burying his face into the tops of her breasts.

Paula moaned as she felt his tongue flicking its way into her cleavage. She reached down and pushed her hand between his legs so as to begin rubbing his bulging crotch. There was no doubt in her mind it had grown to full erection, and she wanted him to feel comfortable.

Coach Dick gasped as he pushed his head back and forth across the tops of Paula Swanson's fully clothed breasts. He pulled back and stared at the huge bulging jugs as they sat atop Paula's glorious chest. He reached down to her jacket and pulled it apart at the middle, leaving Paula's chest covered by her white button up blouse and white bra underneath.

Not wasting another second, he reached between the buttons of the busty teacher's blouse and yanked it apart. Buttons flew in both directions, and Paula gasped at the sheer abrasiveness of his actions. The cold air on the bare portions of her boobs also didn't add to the situation.

Coach Dick once again grabbed Paula by the waist, only this time he lifted her up to a full seated position. He then lifted her up off the couch completely and coaxed her to climb on to his lap with his hands. As Paula straddled him and shifted her position around on his lap, he hungrily fumbled around with the back of her bra. Paula pressed her groin against his bulge, and as soon as it was apparent they were both comfortable she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra herself.

Coach Dick's eyes were humping her gorgeous, tanned breasts as she pulled the bra cups away and they came into view. He admired their busty beauty for a split second before diving headfirst into the canyon of her deep cleavage.

The handsome coach moaned as he felt Paula's big naturals pressing against either side of his head. He shook his head from side to side between them, motor-boating the big melons as though it were the first pair of breasts he had ever seen.

"Oh my God - - " he moaned into her rack, “They're bigger than Marissa's - - "

Paula reached behind him with her soft hands and clenched his head to her busty bosoms. She shook her huge tits from side to side, beating his face with them as he motor-boated her massive melons.

Coach Dick's tongue darted out of his mouth and licked every inch of tit-flesh he could. He was having a big-boob feast as he hungrily sucked on her big, juicy melons. He found a nipple and sucked it into his mouth. It was hard, and he quickly turned to the other one to find that it was hard as well.

Paula began grinding against him, pressing her crotch into his and pressing her big boobs into his face in the process. The two were dry-humping like a couple of teenagers, and Coach Dick couldn't help but feel like even though he had been with lots of women - - Paula was the first real woman he had ever been with.

The busty, curly-haired brunette stopped bucking her hips as she heard the coach's muffled moans becoming more and more audible from between her big breasts. She brushed her hair out of her eyes and pushed it behind her to look down at the coach still sucking on her tits. He looked up at her and the two took a moment to catch their breath.

"Fuck yes - - " Coach Dick moaned as he brushed the side of his face on one of her big, juicy tits.

"They don't call this place Breastford for nothing,” Paula winked at him.

"Oh baby - - " Coach Dick moaned, “These tits are amazing."

He took Paula by her soft hand and guided it between them. He placed it on top of his growing bulge. As Paula got the hint and started to rub him, he hurriedly unbuttoned his pants and began to unzip.

"I think it's time I show you something equally amazing." He said.

* * * * * * * * * *

Gretchen's boobs were bouncing in his face as Coach Blue struggled to keep the young brunette grinding on his cock. She was growing more and more enthusiastic, and in her haste she was beginning to lose track of his cock on her crotch.

The two were still fully clothed, save for Gretchen who had wasted no time in losing her top and bra. Her bare boobs had been the focus of all Coach Blue's attention for the past twenty minutes or so, and she had taken to grinding against him as he enjoyed the busty fruits of her body.

The car stopped its shaking for a moment, as the two hurriedly tried to rid Coach Blue of his pants.

As soon as he unzipped, Gretchen's hands dug into them and pulled his hard cock out in no time. She began giving him a full-on hand-job as Coach Blue leaned back and enjoyed her smooth touch.

"Mmm - - yeah - - " Gretchen moaned. With her free hand she took one of her coach's and placed it atop her breasts. She clutched his hand to her bosom as she continued to jerk him off.

Coach Blue eagerly groped and squeezed her tits. He alternated between the left one and the right one, making sure he gave both of her jugs an equal amount of treatment. He then leaned forward and tried to suck on her big breasts, but it proved to be quite difficult as he wasn't as limber as he used to be. Gretchen bridged the gap by pressing forward, and Coach Blue got his wish of sucking on a busty teen's big jugs as she jacked him off.

"Aw fuck Gretchen - - you're so good at this." He moaned.

"Do you like it?" she asked, “Am I doing a good job?"

"Oh fuck yes - - " the coach moaned.

Gretchen started to stroke his cock a little faster. The sound of flesh scraping flesh could be heard throughout the car as Gretchen's hand became a blur over his hard manhood. She then reached out with her other hand and began stroking his cock as though she were churning butter.

Coach Blue moaned, loud. He was not only enjoying the two-handed hand-job, but he was also enjoying Gretchen's movements with her body. She looked like a seasoned porn star, as if she wanted to look good while jerking his cock.

Her boobs were giving a slight jiggle as her hands slid up and down his cock. They felt so soft wrapped around him, he wasn't sure if he would be able to hold it much longer.

It got even more difficult for him to hold his load when Gretchen opened her mouth next.

"You want me to blow you?" she asked.

* * * * * * * * * *

Coach Dick ran his hands through Paula's long, curly brown hair. He couldn't see her face, and he didn't really care. For the moment he was perfectly content to hold Paula by the head and stare up at the ceiling as her mouth bobbed up and down his hard cock.

Paula's mouth was like a vacuum trying to suck up every ounce of dust it could. There wasn't a whole lot he could do but enjoy the blowjob from the busty brunette and struggle to hold his load.

He reached down and brushed Paula's hair from her face, lifting it off his lap so as to see the awesome sight of his hard cock in Paula Swanson's mouth. He pictured her as a busty librarian, and she probably had no idea that she was fulfilling one of his ultimate fantasies right now.

He watched as Paula turned her head to the side and let the tip of his cock push against her cheek. He felt suction being applied to it as she slurped and slobbered over it. She then tilted her head back to its normal position and began swirling her tongue around the tip, her lips still tightly closed around the midpoint of his shaft.

Paula could feel his cock throbbing against her lips, it sent vibrations into her mouth and she responded by sending vibrations right back to him. She quickly bobbed up and down his length, her hair swaying up and down with her fierce movements.

"Ohh fuck!" Coach Dick moaned. He grasped Paula's hair and tried to guide her up and down. When that didn't work he grabbed her entire head and repeated the process, only now he was thrusting his cock up into her mouth as well.

Paula started to gag from the force he was asserting onto her mouth, but she did her best to keep her lips tightly encased around his rapidly thrusting rod.

He stopped. Paula took her mouth off his cock and brushed the hair out of her face. She now began sliding her tongue up and down his shaft, slowly and tenderly. She paid the tip a little extra attention, giving it a tongue bath and flicking her tongue directly across it from side to side.

"Oh man - - you're so good." The coach cooed.

"Mmmmmm,” Paula said.

She pulled away, then lifted her big tits in her hands and jiggled them around.

"How about a tit-fuck?" she asked.

"Oh yeah baby - - " Coach Dick moaned.

The busty teacher rose up until her rack was level with his cock. She then leaned forward and pressed her big tits against his shaft. She opened them up enough for his cock to slide between them, and then she tightly closed them around his whole shaft.

"Oh man - - " the coach moaned in pleasure.

His cock was so big that the tip reached halfway up Paula's neck, even though her boobs were tightly closed around it. She pressed her chin against her chest plate and licked the tip of his cock as it protruded from her cleavage. She then took it in her mouth and closed her lips tightly around it. The vacuum was turned on, and Coach Dick was struggling to hold his load once more.

"Oh fuck!" he moaned. His shaft was wrapped up in tit-meat, and his tip was wrapped up in her lips. He started to instinctively buck his hip up and down from his seated position, trying desperately to fuck Paula's tits and mouth at the same time.

Paula could be heard slurping all over the tip of his cock. Saliva dripped down from her mouth and slid down his entire length, all the way to her bulging boobs. She used the moisture as lubrication to grind his cock with her gargantuan jugs. She then pushed her tits together from the sides and pulled her mouth off him. Her fun-bags pressed into his cock, and she raised them up all the way to his tip before slamming them back down the full length of his shaft. The massive titties jiggled for a moment on top of his legs before she repeated the process. She started to bounce her huge tits up and down on him, giving his cock a tit-fuck to remember.

* * * * * * * * * *

Gretchen's mouth was one of the great wonders of the world. She slid her lips up and down his length so rapidly and smooth that it almost felt as though there were two women blowing him.

Coach Blue sat back and let the busty schoolgirl go to work on his aching rod.

Gretchen's lips slid from the base of his cock on the right side all the way to the tip. Then they slid down to the base on the left, and back up again. She stayed put, hovered over his tip as her lips encased his head in their warm depths. He could feel her tongue working overtime on his tip, and he could have exploded right then and there were it not for the busty teen's intuitiveness.

She pulled away from his cock and started to focus on his balls. She brushed her face across his sack, tea-bagging herself. Coach Blue loved the sight of Gretchen dragging his balls across her beautiful, youthful face. There was something about a barely legal girl sucking his cock that really turned him on.

Gretchen now held his cock in one hand as she smothered the shaft in kisses. Her eyes were closed, indicating that she was passionate about the task, and that she wanted to savor every moment of this experience in her memory. Coach Blue looked down at her worshipping his cock and noted how much of a cock-slut Gretchen really was.

He took hold of his cock and pulled it out of Gretchen's reluctant mouth (no easy task). He moved his cock to the side of her face and started to slap her cheek with it.

"Mmmmm - - " Gretchen moaned. She moved turned her head so that Coach Blue could cock-slap the other side of her face.

The car was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping flesh.

Gretchen turned to face his cock directly. She puckered her lips up and Coach Blue slapped her puckered lips with his cock. She tilted her face down and the hard coach slapped her forehead.

"Yeah you like being cock-slapped, slut?"

"Mhmmm - - " Gretchen said, “Harder - - "

Coach Blue complied and started to slap her face harder.

"Uh!" Gretchen moaned, “Uh! Uh! Harder!"

Coach Blue was trying his best to dick slap the busty slut below him, but he didn't really think he could do it much harder. Whatever the case, he was enjoying it, and Gretchen seemed to be enjoying it as well so he resolved to just leave the situation alone.

"Uhhh! Uh!" Gretchen yelped, “That's it! Slap my face! Uh!'

Coach Blue gave her face one final, hard slap and his cock bounced off her beautiful features for the last time.

Gretchen rubbed her face with her hands as though she had a headache. She had her eyes closed as she took Coach Blue's dick back into her hands.

"Did you like that, baby?" she asked.

"Uhhhh - - " Coach Blue moaned as he once again felt Gretchen's soft hands enveloping his shaft. He didn't know how many girls would let a man do that, but he was certainly glad that Gretchen seemed to be game 24/7.

"Are you ready to cum for me?" Gretchen said, as she kissed his cock and jerked it off against her face.

"Yeah - - I'm so ready - - " Coach Blue said.

"Mmm - - " Gretchen said.

She started to jerk his cock faster. She increased the pace of her kissing as well, and Coach Blue could feel her smooth face rubbing against his cock as she jobbed him. He could feel his orgasm building up as Gretchen's hands and mouth coaxed his cock to completion.

Gretchen gave his cock a hard jerk as the first stream of jizz finally shot out from his aching rod. It flew up and hit her above the eye. She continued to jerk his cock, and the second shot bypassed her face entirely and landed in her hair, with a little bit getting on her forehead. The third and fourth shot both hit her directly on the face between her eyes. The next two shots were rapid fire and they shot her directly in the cheek.

She kissed the tip of his spurting cock as the final hard shots flew from his tip. They collided with her lips and she simply enclosed them around his engorged, ejaculating cock and let the final spurts release into her mouth. She could feel his cock beginning to calm itself as he now settled in her warm, warm mouth.

"Mmmmm - - " she moaned as she licked his cock clean.

"Oh fuck - - that felt so great,” Coach Blue said, “I really needed that."

Gretchen pulled her cum-drenched face off his cock and jerked it in her hand a few times, revealing that she hadn't let a drop go to waste. She leaned down and gave his tip a long, passionate kiss.

* * * * * * * * * *

Coach Dick's rod was in paradise as Paula's massive udders bounced and jiggled around it. He felt as though he had died and gone to Heaven.

Paula squeezed her big tits around his cock tight as she bounced them up and down on his aching prick. The big jugs wrapped around him so easily that it was almost hard to believe they were every bit as firm and perky as they looked.

She was bouncing her big boobs as hard and fast as she could, slamming them down on his legs only to pull his shaft between them once more. His dick was leaking precum as she gave it her patented tit-treatment, and she used it to bounce her big titties on his shaft harder and faster.

"Oh yeah - - " Coach Dick moaned, “Bounce 'em, baby - - "

Paula's tits felt like a pair of hands grasping and groping at his big dick, jerking him off as though they had something to prove. Her nipples were so hard they could cut diamonds, and he longed to cream them in his seed.

"Uh! Uh!" Paula moaned, “Fuck! My! Tits!"

Coach Dick let his arms rest beside him on the couch. He then pushed himself up and started bucking his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of Paula's busty cleavage even faster.

"Uh! Uhhhhh! Yes!" Paula moaned. Her boobs were bouncing wildly as the handsome coach pushed his cock between her bountiful melons.

Then, without warning, the coach's cock began to shoot. She felt her face get hit by shot after shot of hot, sticky jizz from Coach Dick's big cock. His spurting rod pulsed and throbbed against her busty chest as Coach Dick moaned in relief.

Paula tilted her head down and opened her mouth in an effort to try and swallow some of his jizz, but his shots misfired and hit her all over the face instead. She continued to bounce her big flesh balloons on his spurting cock as he exploded, jerking him off to completion with her massive jugs.

As the final spurts erupted from his cock, Coach Dick managed to land a few cum shots on Paula's big rack. She jiggled her boobs as he sprayed them with his hard cock, raining down jizz on her massive tits.

Paula jiggled her huge tits around his cock a few more times as his climax came to a close, milking his cock of every last drop of jizz as the spent coach leaned back and sighed a big sigh of relief. When his cock stopped throbbing completely, Paula pulled her big tits away from him and began licking him clean.

"Uhhhh - - fuck - - " he moaned. He opened his eyes and looked down at Paula, licking his cock clean. His cum was sprayed all over her face and better yet, her big tits. He felt very accomplished. "Yeah, baby - - lick my cock clean. I can't believe I just came all over your huge fucking tits."

Paula looked up at him as she finished cleaning him up.

"You know - - " she said, "not every member of the committee is going to be as inviting as I am."

Coach Dick stretched out as he stood up, making sure to brush his cock against Paula's face as he did so.

"Why's that?" he asked, as he took a few steps forward.

Paula was a bit shocked that his spent cock had just hit her in the face. Nevertheless, she proceeded to answer his question whilst still on her knees.

"It wasn't our idea. It was Madeline's. She threatened to have our jobs."

"I see - - " Coach Dick said. His attention was divided. He had just peered out the window and seen the busty silhouette of a young girl in the house across the street. Her body was the perfect shape - - no, it was beyond perfection. He had never before seen a body look as fit and healthy and curvy as the silhouette he now viewed. This girl had dangerously seductive curves, and even though it was just the dark figure of a busty girl he was looking at he wanted to hump that shadow with all his might.

"That was quite a load,” Paula said, completely aware that her face was covered in cum.

Coach Dick couldn't take his eyes off the silhouette across the street. The girl turned to the side, and he saw her curves in all their glory. Her ass was finely toned and shaped, but the real show - - the real show was her chest. It was one of the biggest chests he had seen since coming to Breastford. It was significantly larger than Paula's. He felt his limp cock beginning to go erect as he imagined doing with the lovely girl across the street what he had just done to Paula.

"Yeah - - " he said half paying attention as he trailed off, “That's what big fucking tits like those do to me - - "

"Oh,” Paula said, “Then you should have lots of fun here in Breastford with the other members of the Cantaloupe Committee."

"Yeah?" Coach Dick asked, still peering at the busty figure across the street. The girl now looked as though she were posing, “Are the cantaloupes really big and juicy?"

"You bet."

That did it.

The eager coach stepped forward once more, and guided his half erect penis to an unknowing Paula. Paula at first was a little befuddled, but she caved and gave his cock entrance into her mouth once more.

"Oh yeah!" Coach Dick moaned. He placed his hands atop Paula's head and forced her to deep throat him.

As Paula's face was buried in his crotch he leaned back and snuck another peak at the chesty, curvy silhouette across the street. She had her hands above her head as though she were doing a bikini photo shoot.

Paula's eyes opened wide as she felt his cock immediately engorge itself to its full size inside her mouth. She did her best to keep up with him as she licked and sucked as fast and hard as she could.

Coach Dick was still peering across the street.

"Yeah - - suck that cock - - " he moaned, his gaze focused entirely on the girl's perfect figure, “That's it, you busty slut - - "