To Bask In Breastford Chapter 23

To Bask In Breastford by bustyalix

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

The work day was over, and although he was in no rush to get home he moved in haste out of sheer habit. The past few days had been so routine that he was beginning to grow accustomed to it. As he gathered the things from his desk and put them into his bag he contemplated on paying someone a visit, ultimately he decided against that and opted to save it for another day. As he grabbed his keys and began making his way to the door he was startled to hear a knock coming from the other side. His heart raced as thoughts of who it might be ran through his head. He quickly made his way to the door and opened it to find Nina Knockers standing on the other side.

* * * * * * * *

"I - - I don't know,” Natalie said. She and Paula had been discussing the circumstances of recent events for the last forty five minutes or so, “It all just happened so fast - - it's as though I don't know my own daughter."

Paula walked around the coffee table in the living room and rested her hands on her living room chair. Her elbows locked into place as she leaned over it.

"That happens to us all, I think,” she said, “Children change and we are all so reluctant to realize when they have ceased to be children any longer. It might even be true that they have not been children for quite some time."

"You're right,” Natalie said as she paced nonchalantly, “My Nina is blossoming into this undeniable woman - - I guess it's time I should accept that."

"Good, Natalie,” Paula said, “I can assure you there are times when I think I don't know my own daughter at all. Ever since she came back from her trip it's as though she's become a different person."

Natalie turned and sat down.

"Well, you said yourself that our girls change. It's experiences that make it possible for them to do so. Gretchen was away for a while, so isn't it only natural that she would seem like a whole new person?"

"I suppose so,” Paula said, “I mean, there is a certain logic to it."

"You know what really gets me is - - she was right."

Paula looked at Natalie with curiosity and slight confusion.

"Nina,” Natalie said with clarification, “She was right. I faltered. I was threatened and in no time I found myself doing exactly what they wanted me to, instead of doing what I felt was right. I went against everything our committee stands for."

"You are not to blame here, Natalie,” Paula said, reassuring her friend, “Don't forget the committee has been losing its ideals as of late - - they are the ones who have lost sight of what we stand for, not you."

"Still - - " Natalie said, “Two wrongs don't make a right. I should have known better."

"Yes, you should have,” Paula said, “But there is nothing you can do about it now. And, I suppose - - I must confess. I haven't exactly been following my heart either."

Natalie looked at Paula now with confusion and curiosity.

"I made Madeline a special batch of StaminaX - - against my instincts. It's still in the testing phase and she's - - I - - who knows what wrongs I may have committed."

Natalie spoke.

"I guess we were both strong-armed. Hasn't it been that way ever since we were inducted?"

Paula nodded as she walked around the chair and sat down in it.

"That's the precise reason you and I have done what we've done for the past eighteen years or so."

The two women sighed as they reached for the mugs atop the coffee table and sipped from them.

"Do you remember when we were girls?" Natalie asked.

"Mm,” Paula said as she finished taking a sip of coffee, “How could I forget? You were always the star player."

"Well - - I suppose I did score a few goals on the soccer field,” Natalie said, “Kick the ball, score a goal - - things were much simpler back then."

"Do you realize that we've almost reached the transition?" Paula asked.

"Oh, I know,” Natalie said, “In just a few short years - - but who's to say it's actually going to happen?"

"Very true,” Paula answered, “And with Madeline running things at the moment who knows what's going to happen anymore."

"I guess only time will tell,” Natalie said.

* * * * * * * *

Brooke heard a loud ring. She looked up from the magazine she was reading and glanced at the door of the jewellery shop. She propped herself up from behind the counter and viewed Gretchen as she entered the store.

"Hey,” Brooke greeted her.

Gretchen looked around as she leisurely made her way in.

"Hi,” she said, looking Brooke in the eye.

"What are you doing here?" the busty blonde asked of her.

"I dunno,” Gretchen said, “I guess I was feeling kind of down and I wanted to buy myself something shiny."

Brooke brought her attention back to her magazine.

"You're weird,” she said.

Her words resonated with Gretchen. She immediately began burning a hole through the busty store clerk. She viewed her as she had appeared in that video - - slutty. She breathed audibly as she found herself disgusted at how Brooke's massive rack was jutting into her halfway-buttoned top. She had her cleavage showing, and the round orbs were threatening to spill free at any moment.

But what really ticked her off was how Brooke had the gall to act as if she didn't know, and still managed to put her down.

"I'm weird?" she said, taking a few steps forward, “What about you?"

Somewhat shocked, Brooke turned her attention to Gretchen once more. Slowly, she moved from her slumped position over the counter to an upright one. She walked around the side and stood in front of it, before Gretchen, with her arms crossed over her heaving chest.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"You're not nearly good enough to be on our first team,” Gretchen said, “What did you do?"

"What are you saying?" Brooke asked, her eyebrows furring in anger.

"I know you slept with Coach Blue to get a position on the team,” Gretchen accused.

Brooke raised an eyebrow at her brunette friend.

"I've never slept with Coach Blue,” she said.

"HA!" Gretchen laughed, “Save it. I know that you and Brittany both have."

Brooked stared at Gretchen with intent. Her eyebrow still raised, she took a few steps toward Gretchen.

"You know," she said with a menacing tone, “Before we all just tolerated you because we knew Nina had your back. But that's not the case anymore, is it? You don't have Nina around to protect you."

Gretchen now took a few steps forward as well. The two were practically touching toes. Ignoring the way Brooke's giant melons were jutting out further than her own pair, she opened her mouth to speak.

"If you think I ever needed protecting, you don't know me at all."

The two were silent for a moment. They were looking at each other with fire in their eyes. Their breathing became more and more heated. Each girl could feel the other's warm exhales, they could feel their tits almost touching.

But beneath it all, Brooke was still stuck pondering over the phrase "slept with Coach Blue."

"You obviously don't need protecting,” Brooke said, “You know a lot more than the rest of us, and you've never once said a thing! How many times did you have sex while you were gone?"

"I DIDN'T HAVE SEX!" Gretchen yelled.

Brooke was taken aback by her abruptness.

"Uhhhhhhhhggg!" she said, infuriated, “I can't BELIEVE Nina gave you a guaranteed spot in the Fellowship!"

"I don't care!" Gretchen said, “And it doesn't matter if Nina and I aren't seeing eye to eye at the moment - - we're still a lot closer than you ever have been."

A deafening silence now overtook the entire shop. The only sounds that could be heard was the ticking of a clock on the back wall, and the semi-silent sighs of each girl as they struggled to mask their heavy breathing and come down from their heated argument. Each girl's words had severely wounded the other, and it seemed as though there was no turning back.

For a second, it looked as though civility would not reign supreme. Gretchen flinched slightly when she saw Brooke take a step back and fix her posture, the motion causing her to naturally arch her back and thrust her chest out. Gretchen feared a breast-off was close at hand.

But fortunately for the brunette, Brooke simply pointed to the door and said "Get out," mirroring what Gretchen had told her as they had crossed paths in Coach Blue's office.

Gretchen thought about belaying that order, but soon her reason caught up to her and she realized there was no chance she could win in a breast-off with Brooke Biguns. She had witnessed Brooke defeating a girl with much bigger tits than her own, and the end result had not been pretty. She ultimately decided that the risk of losing was too great, as the end result would be much uglier this time.

Without saying a word (as she had nothing nice to say), she quietly turned around and made a beeline for the door.

Soon Brooke was listening to the bell again as Gretchen opened the door and exited. She watched Gretchen fade from view, and finally relaxed her out-stretched arm as the ringing bell finished echoing throughout the shop.

* * * * * * * *

"I - - er - - don't really know what to do here."

Nina's eyes were burning a hole through him. She sat on the other side of his desk with her arms resting on the armrests of the padded chair, her legs crossed nonchalantly, and her massively huge rib balloons taking up all the space they possibly could. They filled her bra completely and stayed within the confines of her outstretched, gray, workout shirt - - but Coach Blue was finding it difficult to avert his mind away from the fact that they were filling the entire room.

"What do you mean?" Nina asked, causally, “Isn't this part of your job, I mean, isn't this what you do?"

Coach Blue fiddled with his hands on the other side of the desk. He suddenly felt as though his answers meant something, like he was taking an oral exam or on a witness stand.

"Well - - yeah!" he said, as positively as he could, “But, I mean, I haven't really done this in a while. It might take some time to dust off the cobwebs."

"Fine. Whatever,” Nina said, rolling her eyes to the side as she crossed her arms over her abundant rack, “Let's just get this over with already."

Coach Blue eyed her cautiously. She had an annoyed expression on her face, and everything about her demeanour said that this was the last place she wanted to be. His gaze dropped from her beautifully annoyed face and followed her neckline all the way down her heaving chest. He eyed her enormous boobs hungrily, like a baby wanting his next meal. Her arms looked comically tiny as they pressed into her tit-flesh and seemingly struggled to hold them in place comfortably.

"So - - erm - - how do we - - start?" The coach mumbled out loud as his eyes humped her huge hooters. He was frantically searching for her nipples through her top, but her arms saw to it that they were hidden from his view.

"You can start by taking your eyes off my chest,” Nina said.

Coach Blue was momentarily surprised. He fumbled in his seat and when his gaze finally met Nina's she was staring at him with omnipotence, yet her annoyed expression remained.

"I - - that's not what I was - - "

"Save it,” Nina said, holding her hand out in a stopping motion, “But from now on, talk to me - - not my chest. Okay?"

Coach Blue's mind was somewhat relieved, and it shown in his posture as he seemingly got comfortable in his chair.

"That's - - uh - - harder than you think - - " he said, stopping for a moment to sneak a peek at the tent in his shorts. He was extremely relieved that his desk was shielding it from Nina's sight.

"Hmmm,” Nina said with a sigh. She had her head turned to the side and was hardly paying the coach any attention.

Coach Blue shook his head.

"I don't understand." He said, “You came to me! You came to me wanting to do this thing, and now what? You look like you don't wanna do it at all!"

"I don't!" Nina said with an impatient tone. But after a few moments of silence her tone calmed once more, “I don't. But - - it looks like I have to."

Coach Blue sat back in his chair. He let out a sigh as his shoulders slumped and his gaze jumped from Nina's face to her supersized rack.

"Then let's do it." He said, his eyes focused on her melons, “Talk."

Nina sighed. But she opted to speak nonetheless.

"Well - - I guess I've sort of been - - uh how should I put it? I've sort of been - - going through these - - moments."

Coach Blue's eyes grew somewhat more wary. He casually put his hands behind his head and leaned back.

"Moments?" he asked.

"Yeah!" Nina said, as though she was happy he was beginning to understand, “Like, weird moments."

"Okay - - " Coach Blue said.

Nina shook her head. For a moment she let it hang, but only for a moment. She seemed to perk up as she asked her coach a question.

"Have you ever had a dream - - that you thought was so real? "

Coach Blue nodded as he thought back to the dreams he had had of Paula, Natalie, Brooke, Brittany, and even Nina herself whilst with his wife in bed. Those dreams had been some of the realest he had ever felt. But in retrospect they had, in fact, been just dreams.

"Well I've been having these - - dreams,” Nina continued, “And in these dreams - - they're so real! Everything about them! I can smell the air, I can feel it. There's a feeling in the air - - this - - this feeling of - - uhmmm - - familiarity."

"Oh. Okay,” Coach Blue said, “Nina, I think I understand. See, dreams take place in your mind. And no one knows your mind like you do. No one knows you better than you. It's common to have dreams where everything feels familiar. I, myself, have had a few involving - - er - - well, that's not important. The point is - - “

"No, that's not what I'm talking about,” Nina said, “I'm seeing places that I'm sure I've been to before - - but, it's like - - they don't exist."

Coach Blue sat up to make it seem as though he was interested, but he had no real intention of providing Nina with some actual counseling. As far as he was concerned Nina's words were nothing more than the average rants of a typical teenage girl. He had talked to countless girls who all whined and cried about the most idiotic things, and with the exception of her huge bust Nina Knockers was no exception.

"There's more - - " Nina said.

The thoughtful coach pulled his eyes away from Nina's massive chest to look at her once more.

"Oh?" he asked of her.

"Yeah,” Nina said, solemnly, “I'm seeing things that I shouldn't be seeing. Things no one should be seeing. Things involving the people around me."

Coach Blue no longer had to fake being interested. He became alert as he realized Nina could have been talking about him. Could she be talking about exposing his secrets?

"What - - uh - - what kinds of things?" The coach asked, cautiously.

"Personal things,” Nina answered.

Coach Blue nodded as though he understood what the busty brunette was saying.

"Which people?" he asked.

"Everyone,” Nina said, looking at her coach unblinkingly. He looked a little distraught, and he was staring at her as though trying to figure something out.

"Okay," he said, “I give. Tell me what you've seen."

Nina sighed, and the coach became a little relieved to finally see her stare take a relaxing turn.

"You and your wife lived in an apartment before you got married." The brown-haired beauty said.

Coach Blue's first reaction was one of shock. He began twiddling with his hands and fingers as though trying to pull Nina's attention away from his racing mind. But soon logic caught up to him, and he realized that this didn't really prove anything.

"Okay." He said, calmly, “It's true, my wife and I did live in an apartment before we got married. But so what? Lots of people live in apartments, especially couples. You know, just until they get their mutual life settled."

"Your apartment was a small one, but it had two bedrooms. For a moment you thought you might have to turn the other bedroom into a nursery, for obvious reasons, but it turns out that wasn't the case."

Coach Blue blinked at Nina with a flood of emotion. He remembered the night they had discussed it. He and Laura had had a huge fight, but they had mended things when they realized that fighting was a perfectly rational reaction to this sort of news for a couple. Even so, he had never really gotten over the things he had said during the heat of the moment on that night.

Nina broke his concentration.

"That was the first time you ever called your wife a bitch."

At this, Coach Blue's eyes almost popped out of his head. Sure, Nina could have done some sort of check on him to find out where he'd lived. But no one, except no one, knew the details of the epic battle he and his wife had had.

"You - - you know about that night?" Coach Blue asked, “How?"

Nina's response was a calm, yet annoyed one.

"I was there,” she said.

It took Coach Blue a minute to register everything that was going on. He didn't know how Nina had expected him to react. He stood up from his chair quickly and slammed his hands down on his desk. His palms collided with the cold wood and made the objects atop its surface rattle and shake. He looked at Nina as though he felt angry, and he had every intention of telling her to get out.

But then his gaze turned to her huge melons. They were calmly raising up, and then falling back down in rhythm with Nina's breathing. He watched as the huge orbs mystified his vision and clouded his mind. He couldn't believe how big Nina's boobs were. They were far bigger than any pair he had ever seen, and all he wanted to do now was reach out and touch them, squeeze them, feel their warmth and the softness of her flesh. What he wouldn't do to bury his face between her huge, juicy melons and feast.

When all these thoughts had finally subsided he was able to register things a little more clearly. He hung his head and sat back down, assuring Nina that he was calm.

"So - - you mean - - you've seen this in your dreams?" he asked.

Nina nodded.

"What else have you seen?" he asked.

"I'm not sure I can answer that,” Nina said, “I don't think I want to. I feel like I'd be - - betraying people's privacy."

"That's assuming everything you've seen is - - true,” Coach Blue said, “These are just dreams, after all."

"They're more than dreams!" Nina said, “C'mon, Coach Blue. You know that what I told you is true."

Once again, Coach Blue had that look on his face like he was trying to figure Nina out.

"What else have you seen?" he asked of Nina, trying to feign intrigue of this new information, “Not of other people, just of me?"

Nina looked at him for a moment. She still had her arms crossed over her huge boobs, and for a moment Coach Blue thought she was contemplating whether or not she should tell him.

"Not much,” she said, “Just things from your past. I saw you - - interviewing for a job, for instance. I saw the first time you played catch with your dad. He had given you a glove, it was a black one, and it busted on that same day."

Coach Blue was still a little shocked by all this, but for some reason he resisted the urge to feel violated.

"Whoa. Nina - - " he said, “That's all true!"

"I told you,” Nina said, in her annoyed tone.

"So - - you haven't seen anything of me recently? Have you?"

"No,” Nina said, “Like I said, everything I've seen just seems to be in your distant past."

Coach Blue let out a sigh. To Nina, it almost sounded like a sigh of relief.

"Oh, that's good." He said, “Well! Wow, Nina! You're like, some sort of - - reverse fortune teller. You don't see people's futures - - you see their pasts!"

Nina shrugged.

"I don't know what I am,” she said.

"Neither do I,” the coach said, leaning back in his chair once more with his hands behind his head, “But I'd be more than happy to help you - - figure that out."

Nina squinted at him intensely as she noticed his tone and line of sight trailing away. She followed the gaze from his eyes all the way down to her big boobs, which still remained somewhat hidden behind her arms. She took this moment to realize just how much of her boobs protruded out and spilled over her tiny arms. It was almost comical, cartoony, even.

She looked back at Coach Blue and decided to break his very thorough inspection of her rack. His eyes looked like they were in overdrive as they scanned her.

"I'm so sure,” she said, but when Coach Blue didn't budge an inch she had to speak up again, “You can take your eyes off my tits now."

The oh-so-subtle coach instantly snapped out of his boob-gazing mode as he heard the tone in Nina's voice. That combined with the content of her words was sending his mind into red-alert, a place he definitely did not want to be in with Nina. Not with any woman in Breastford, for that matter, but especially not with Nina.

He admitted defeat and quickly tried to charm his way out of it.

"I'm - - so sorry!" he said, “I didn't mean to - - I was just, staring off into space not really thinking - - “

"Well you're right about one thing,” Nina interrupted, “You weren't thinking."

Coach Blue half-expected Nina to say that he never thought about anything, or that he was an idiot, or anything to that extent. But instead Nina gave a short and sweet smile, and the mood in the room became a whole lot lighter.

"Should I keep talking?" Nina asked, “Should I talk about myself more, or should we talk about you?"

"Me?" Coach Blue said, “Nah, let's not talk about me. I don't really think that would be appropriate, anyway."

"Awww, c'mon, Coach Blue - - " Nina said.

The coach's cock rose as he watched Nina unfold her arms. The outline of her massive boobs through her shirt and bra filled his sight, and more importantly the outline of her hard nipples. There was no mistaking how hard those nipples were as Nina spread her arms out and let her hands slide out on the edge of his desk. She readjusted herself in her seat, and soon Coach Blue saw her massive rack bouncing a little bit closer to him as she leaned forward and let her boobs collide with the outer edge of his desk.

"Whoa - - Nina - - " Coach Blue said, his cock insanely hard under his desk, “Those boobs look incredible - - so big and juicy - - "

"Mmm,” Nina said, a devilishly small smile across her face, “So - - tell me about yourself."

"Uhh - - I - - I don't know - - " the coach said in a confused tone. His tone sounded as though he was enjoying himself and resenting himself all at the same time, “I don't know about that. I'm not the one who needed counseling, and besides - - I'm a teacher, you're a student - - it's just not appropriate."

At this Nina's chest rose up. She scraped her giant boobs against the side of the coach's desk, and Coach Blue watched them intently as her nipples came into view once more on the other side of it. Soon her entire bust was above his desk, and Nina let them fall atop it. Coach Blue was in awe as her massive flesh balloons bounced atop the desk they had collided on. They jiggled into place as Nina gripped the sides of his desk and arched her back. By the time her little display was over, Nina looked at her coach with a devilish smile once more. The man was practically drooling.

Coach Blue's dick was throbbing underneath his desk. Nina had not let him go soft the entire time she'd been in his office.

"Oh my god - - " the coach said, awestruck, “Look at those giant hooters! Goddamn! I can see your nipples!"

"Coach - - " Nina said, interrupting him, “My counseling is over. I can leave right now, or - - I can stay and you can talk about yourself. So - - if you want to keep looking at these babies, then I suggest you start talking."

Coach Blue had been watching her intently while she spoke. She had gestured to her rack with her eyes as she had said the words "these babies." There was no mistaking that Nina was using her tits to get him to open up.

"Uhh - - uhhhhh - - uhhhhhhh uggghhh! Fine!" the coach exclaimed. He quickly opened up one of his desk drawers and reached for a squirt bottle. Nina watched, confused, as he eagerly took a huge gulp from the bottle, then let it fall down to the floor. To her surprise, he seemed a little more relaxed afterward, “Where should I start?"

"I dunno,” Nina said, “What was your childhood like?"

Coach Blue faltered for a moment to consider how common this question was during counseling.

"I don't know." He said, “My childhood was fine. Nothing of major significance ever really happened to me. In fact, not even in high school. I guess you could say I've lived a painfully average life."

"Until you met your wife?" Nina asked, her boobs heaving in her coach's sight.

"Right - - " Coach Blue said, trailing off to admire Nina's beautiful rack, “Uhh - - she and I met in err - - college - - "

"That's when you fell in love?"

"Yeah - - " the coach answered, “Yeah, I guess so. We got married after that little scare you mentioned. We figured if our relationship could handle that, then it could definitely handle marriage."

"Were you right?" Nina asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Coach Blue stopped for a moment. Nina looked so sexy with her eyebrow raised, and that devilish smile of hers, and those huge tits - -

"Uhhh - - I don't know - - " he answered.

Nina relaxed her posture a little, letting her enormous melons rest a little easier atop her coach's desk.

"What do you mean?" she asked of him.

"I don't know, Nina." The coach said, sounding a little more sincere, “I guess I don't really have to tell you that Laura and I aren't really on the same page right now."

"What happened?" Nina pried.

"Let's just say that things change. People change."

"Do you still love her?"

"I - - I don't know. I guess so - - I mean, I'm still in love with the person she was."

Nina relaxed in her seat a little bit more. This caused her tits to move back a little on Coach Blue's desk.

"I think you should give it some time,” she said.

Coach Blue sighed.

"I have given it time, Nina." He said, “I've given it time, I've given it space, I've given it possible solutions, nothing seems to work. That's because nothing is going to work. Laura's just not the same person."

"Well," Nina said, sliding her tits completely off his desk and hiding her nipples from view, “If you truly love someone you'll love them no matter how they change. No matter what they become, right?"

"No, Nina,” Coach Blue said, “I'm sure that's something we all would love to believe, you know, as a human species. We all want to believe in that fairy tale nonsense. But those are just fairy tales. Real life is very different."

Nina ducked her lips to the right for a second, then she immediately leaned forward and slid her tits across the coach's desk so that her full boobs and nipples were viewable to him once more.

"Is it, Coach?" she said, with a sexy tone and smile, “Is it really that different?"

"Yes." The coach said, not missing a beat, “It is. That's the real world."

Nina frowned, and then fell back in her seat once more.

"You know - - " she said, “You and I have never really talked before."

Coach Blue shrugged.

"Sure we have." He said.

"You know what I mean,” Nina said.

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess I do,” Coach Blue said, “Well you're not exactly an easy person to talk to. I mean, for God's sake, Nina! You're a walking wet dream!"

Nina crossed her arms over her chest again and shrugged.

"You're the first person I've told about this,” she said.

Coach Blue knew he should've been distraught over this, but he was too engrossed in the conversation to let his feelings overcome him.

"You mean your mom doesn't know?" he asked.

Nina shook her head. "Could we not tell her about this?"

"Sure." The coach said, going against all his instincts, “I won't say a word. There is such a thing as student-teacher confidentiality."

Nina smiled - - a genuine smile this time. Even though she'd been flashing him smiles throughout their entire conversation Coach Blue felt like this was the first one he'd seen.

"Thanks, Coach,” she said, gratefully.

Coach Blue nodded.

"I guess this went well." He said, “I hadn't given anyone counseling in a while, and I was afraid it would turn out bad. I never expected to do this in Breastford."

"How do you like it here?" Nina asked, putting her elbows on his desk and letting her face rest in her hands.

"I love it!" Coach Blue said, unable to hide his eagerness to answer that question, “It's the best place I've ever been to!"

After he said it, he realized that it may have come off as idiotic (in Nina's mind). But to his surprise Nina's expression had not changed. She still had that smile on her face, and she had a look in her eyes he had not seen in a woman for a long while.

"Hmmm,” Nina said, sarcastically, “I wonder why?"

Coach Blue laughed.

"Can't put anything passed you, can I?" he asked.

"Not a chance,” Nina replied. She then sat back again and began smoothing out her clothes. Coach Blue's cock throbbed as he watched her hands rub her big, gorgeous jugs.

"Mmmmmm - - " He muttered audibly.

"You know - - " Nina said, apparently unaware of the things her coach was imagining of doing with her giant tits, “If you are that interested in Breastford I could tell you a little more sometime."

"Awesome!" Coach Blue said as he licked his lips and imagined closing them around one of Nina's nipples.

Nina stood up and smoothed out her shorts, getting ready to leave.

"Good,” she said, “I can tell you more about my dreams, too."

Coach Blue only nodded as he watched Nina turn around and walk away. Her ass had that same explosive swell that her boobs had.

"Bye, Coach,” Nina said, as she turned halfway and gave him a short wave.

"Bye - - " the coach uttered as Nina opened the door, and walked out.

* * * * * * * *

In another office things were about to take a much more physical turn. Coach Dick had been waiting at his desk for Brittany Bust to show up, but she had already proven herself late. He began contemplating on what he might do, how he might use this little mishap on the duo's part to further gain entryway into their graces. But just as he was deciding on a plan and mundanely going through the papers on his desk he heard the unmistakable sound of the doorknob turning. To his surprise Brittany burst right in.

"Hi!" she said.

This initial greeting shocked the good coach to a certain extent. He had not expected Brittany to be this cheery and upbeat about the whole thing. He had expected her to act as Brooke had, but soon he realized that Brittany and Brooke were two separate entities. He had become so accustomed to treating them as a sole entity that he was beginning to forget that each girl had her own personality, likes, dislikes, etc. In his mind's eye he began to view these private one-on-one practice sessions with the girls as opportunities to find out what they each liked and didn't like.

"Hey." He said, calmly. He took in the site of Brittany and her big, bouncy breasts. Like Brooke, she had shown up wearing her workout clothes. And he was willing to bet that also like Brooke, Brittany wasn't wearing a sports bra. Rather, he expected her to be wearing a lace one, perhaps one that she wore casually.

"I guess I'm late." The busty blonde said as she sat comfortably on his couch, “Sorry about that! Brooke just had to talk to me about something, you understand."

The deductive coach tried to hide his eagerness as he watched the busty blonde bombshell seat herself on his couch. She planted her buttocks in the far corner of it, then leaned back slightly and crossed her legs as if to get into a position in which she could view everything he was doing.

The look was almost breathtaking. One smooth leg hanging loosely over the other, her beautiful rack jutting far from the inside of her shirt and stretching its design farther than it was meant for, everything about Brittany's demeanour was whispering the words "Come here and fuck me."

And that's exactly what he intended to do.

"Aw that's fine, don't worry your pretty little head about it." He said as he reached into his desk and pulled out a squirt bottle. He emptied about half its contents into him before wiping his mouth and getting up from his seat.

Brittany did not take her eyes off him as he began making his way toward her. Her eyes scanned his entire body up and down as he neared her like some sort of Goliath approaching a small David. Soon she was buried in his shadow as he was practically upon her. But light was soon restored as he sat down, comfortably, next to her.

Brittany had her left arm sitting casually atop the couch. Her other arm had its elbow propped against the armrest behind her, and she was idly rubbing her fingers as her eyes took in the sight of her coach preparing next to her.

Coach Dick slapped his hand across Brittany's leg as he finally settled into his seat. Brittany felt his warm fingers idly sliding up and down her smooth appendage, and soon it was trailing up toward her pelvis.

"First things first - - " the coach said as his hand reached her tummy and went diving for the bottom of her shirt, “Let's get those puppies out - - "

But Brittany took hold of his hand by the wrist. Coach Dick could have easily broken free of her weak attempt to halt him in his tracks, but he decided to hear her out instead.

"Not so fast,” she said, “Brooke told me that she never once showed you her breasts. And since she never did - - I don't want to show you mine, either."

Coach Dick pulled his hand away, frustrated. He was beginning to grow tired of all these games.

"You've got to be KIDDING me!" he exclaimed, “How am I supposed to fuck you without looking at your tits?"

"You did it with Brooke - - " Brittany said, a stern look in her eyes.

"Well - - yeah!" the coach said, growing befuddled, “But that was - - er - - "

"Look,” Brittany said, “We agreed to let you have sex with us. But we never agreed to show you our breasts."

"This is insane. I mean, this is moronic! How are you girls going to let me fuck you, but not let me see your tits? I would have been just as content - - more even - - if you had let me play with your tits and not have sex!"

"Oh. We know,” Brittany said, raising an eyebrow at her coach.

Coach Dick thought for a moment as he stared back at Brittany's ominous-looking face, and then he threw his head back and chuckled.

"I get it." He said, “So this was just one of your games, again, right?"

Brittany stared at him without saying a word. Her coach continued.

"Well, you know, eventually I'm going to see them. Maybe not today, but I will. I'm going to see them, I'm going to squeeze them - - I'm going to bury my face in them - - "

Brittany leaned back as her coach began leaning forward. He was speaking in more of a whisper now as his face neared hers. He was closing in for a kiss as he continued to speak.

" - - bury my cock in them - - it's so big and huge, thrust it between your hooters over and over - - fuck your big, busty boobs like an animal - - and then shoot my load - - all - - over - - you - - "

Brittany couldn't say a word as his lips finally met hers. She pressed them against his and began kissing him back.

The horny coach slipped his tongue into her mouth and wiggled it around searching for her, but she was apparently choosing not to French him back. Instead, he brought one of his hands to her waist and began sliding it up her body. It reached the swell of her magnificent bosom and curved around it. Soon his palm was over the "Brea" portion of the "Breastford" lettering on her shirt, and Brittany felt his fingers dig into her flesh and squeeze.

She immediately brought her hand to his over her tit mid-kiss and pulled it down, but Coach Dick broke the kiss and spoke huskily.

"You know Brooke let me touch hers - - "

After a moment's contemplation and her lips back against his, she dropped her guard and her hand. Coach Dick eagerly took hold of the massive jug and squeezed to his heart's content.

"Ahhhh - - " He moaned as he fondled the giant orb through her shirt and bra. He could almost feel the fabric of the bra underneath her shirt as though he was touching it with his bare fingers. Then there was the unmistakable feeling of her youthful, spongy flesh. He could clamp his fingers around the big melon only to feel it press back with perk against his fingers and force him to unclamp his hand. He coaxed a small moan from the busty teen as he squeezed her big boob hard and kept his fingers clawed around it for a time. He then cut her moan short by pressing his lips back against hers and sticking his tongue back in her mouth.

This time, as Brittany had been in mid-moan, his tongue found hers and he batted it back and forth a few times.

"Uhhmmmmm!" Brittany moaned, “Mmmmm - - "

She pulled away and immediately slid the back of her hand across her lips. She then made a few "ugh" noises as though trying to get a taste out of her mouth.

The bad-tasting coach paid her sounds no mind as his hand travelled from her big right melon to her cleavage, and then over to her left one. He squeezed her second breast with as much vigor and excitement as he had the first. He then alternated by squeezing her big boobs one at a time, first the right, then the left, then the right, then the left, etc.

Brittany was apparently still trying to get his taste out of her mouth as she shook her head and tried to spit the taste free. Coach Dick took this as an opportunity to slide his hands down her abdomen and torso and rest on her waist. His fingers slid over her lovely leg all the way to her knee, feeling its smooth flesh every inch of the way. He then slid his hand back down and noted how tight her shorts were. He briefly tried to dig his fingers beneath them at the bottom, but it proved no use.

His gaze now turned back to her beautiful and soft face. Like Brooke, Brittany had a small nose and small lips. There was no feature about her face which stood out above any others, no overly-prominent cheekbones, no big or sparkling eyes. Instead, Brittany and Brooke had the types of faces that looked absolutely gorgeous when you put all their features together. It was a natural beauty, and even though their skin was remarkably unblemished it was plain for anyone to see that there was absolutely no make-up involved.

Coach Dick gauged Brittany's facial expressions. They seemed to be taking a calmer turn. He rubbed her leg up and down, as though comforting her and trying to take her into a state of relaxation. He resisted the urge to reach for her big breasts, he did not want to alarm her too much the way he had Brooke.

As Brittany finally seemed to be getting back to a normal state, the coached opted to take his hands off her and rid himself of his shirt. Rather than Brittany getting topless, he thought it a better approach for him to be topless. With any luck, Brittany might feel a little more comfortable with the nudity and do with him what Brooke hadn't done.

Brittany watched as her handsome coach lifted his shirt up and over his head, revealing an unsurprisingly toned body. Where Coach Blue's tone came as somewhat of a surprise, her new coach's body was much more - - confident in itself. He simply had features that Coach Blue did not have.

Brittany found her eyes wandering his chest like a playground, and she quickly averted them as he once more loomed over her.

"Are you ready to start? For real this time?" he asked of her as his face neared her blonde head.

Brittany did not answer, nor did she respond by nodding her head. She simply turned so that his lips were facing her hair and ear.

"I want you to kiss me, like we did a while ago." The coach continued, his face curving around her head.

"Ugh - - " Brittany said, “Do I - - have to?"

"Yes,” Coach Dick replied, “For at least a few minutes."

Brittany scrunched her face up momentarily as she felt her coach's breath engulfing her. A moment later she could feel his lips nearing hers, and she puckered hers and met his kiss. The room became filled with the passionate sounds of lip-smacking, and this time Brittany did not hesitate to use her tongue. As she French-kissed her new coach she could not help but think that kissing had not been like this with Coach Blue. It was true that she found Coach Dick to be slightly more attractive, but for some reason he just wasn't as good a kisser.

Just as she thought he was about to pull away, she felt his hand once more upon her breast. She moaned and arched her back at his touch, which only caused her big jug to press into his palm eagerly. Coach Dick took that as a sign of wanting and immediately began squeezing and kneading the big orb hungrily.

As he kissed the busty blonde virgin and felt up her big tits he could not help but think that it was nearly impossible for him to stay away from their boobs. He didn't know how many bottles of StaminaX he had downed in their presence, and even in the moments before he met with them, but it seemed like no amount of the mystical blue liquid could ever quench his thirst for their big breasts. He was beginning to realize that after his last encounter with Brooke. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried his urge to cum on their tits would always have a hold over him.

He let the thought go as he began kissing Brittany with more force. He also began squeezing her tits with more force, alternating between the two ripe melons and squeezing each one as though his life depended on their juice.

"Uhhhmmm! Uhhhhhhmmm!" Brittany moaned. Coach Dick's hands seemed to be everywhere. He couldn't have had but one hand on her breasts, but it felt as though both of his manly paws were hungrily groping her big boobs.

She breathed hard as the kissing got faster and more passionate. Her coach's office became filled not only with passionate moans, but with the discernible sounds of heavy breathing - - like two people on the verge of a climax.

Soon the climax reached its peak, and the two began running out of steam. Brittany idly pressed her lips back against her coach's, and to her surprise he did not press back. She continued to kiss him softly as though she were on autopilot and expected him to come back full throttle at any moment, but he didn't.

Instead he pulled away, and Brittany was left puckering her lips with her eyes closed in what seemed like ecstasy. On her chest, Coach Dick's hand was still idly squeezing her boob.

"That was - - awesome!" Coach Dick breathed, half excited and half winded.

Brittany had sunk back into the couch. She was breathing hard, and each breath caused her big melons to balloon out, one of which was ballooning right into her coach's waiting hand. Coach Dick wasted no time pulling his arm out from behind her. He quickly brought it to him, then reached out for Brittany's other defenceless jug with his hand.

With both hands he began squeezing her boobs simultaneously.

"Ohhhh - - fuck, Brit! Your tits are so big and busty!" the coach exclaimed, his hands eagerly squeezing her ballooning melons.

The busty blonde was still breathing hard, now not only from the vigorous make-out session she'd just had from her coach but also from his hands exploring every centimetre of her busty rack through her shirt and bra.

He took the young blonde by the tits and tried to move her around, causing her chest to move every which way. He then slid his fingers under each boob of her big rack and pushed up from the underside. His eyes widened as he watched Brittany's huge pair jiggling by his own hand.

"Fuck yeah, baby!" he said, “Bounce those melons!"

"Uhhhoooowhaaoooowhaaooowhaa - - " Brit moaned as her coach bounced her big tits.

When the bouncing had finally ceased, Brittany finally had time to catch her breath. Only now her head was kind of spinning from all the bouncing. Nevertheless, she could feel Coach Dick's warm hands making a pass for the hem of her shirt once again. She quickly took hold of her shirt at her belly and pulled it down, preventing her coach from lifting it up.

"COACH DICK!" the blonde teen yelled, “I thought I made myself clear!"

"Aww, c'mon, Brit - - " the coach coaxed as he continued to try and pry her shirt off her body, “You have a bra on, right?"

"Of course!" Brittany exclaimed, as she pulled her shirt down harder and thwarted him once again.

"Then it's not like I'll be seeing much - - " the coach said, practically whispering as he leaned in toward her ear.

"That's not - - part - - of - - the deal!" Brittany said in between his attempts to rid her of her shirt.

"It's no big deal!" Coach Dick explained, “You're just showing me your bra, right?"

"I - - I guess so - - " Brittany said, finally caving in.

"And besides - - " Coach Dick said, trying to hammer the final nail in the coffin, “Brooke did it, right?"

"Yeah - - I guess so - - " Brittany said.

"Good!" the coach said as he felt Brittany's hands give his hands some room.

"But wait!" Brittany said, halting the coach in his motion, “Brooke said she never took off her shirt, she only lifted it up."

Coach Dick shrugged at her plea.

"Alright, fine. We won't take your shirt off."

"Fine,” Brittany said, as she slowly pulled her arms up and rested them on the couch next to either side of her head.

An irreversible smile formed across Coach Daniel Dick's face as he slowly pulled the hem of Brittany Bust's shirt up over her belly. He licked his lips as the busty blonde moved up slightly in her seat, arching her back as her belly button came into view. The horny coach wasted no time in hoisting the gray fabric up to her heaving chest. Because her back was arched it was going to be slightly difficult to get the tight T-shirt over her enormous rack. But Coach Dick showed that he was up to the challenge as he fluidly popped the shirt over her generous bosoms and allowed it to scrunch around her neck.

"Wow - - !" the coach said, amazed as he stared down at the rack below him, “It's a - - it's a - - a sports bra!"

Brittany was calm and quiet as she gauged her coach's reaction. She was looking at his eyes, but her eyes were the last thing he wanted to stare at. His gaze was focused on her enormous sweater pumpkins, and the bra they were tightly packed in. She heard him gasp as she continued to watch his face while his hands trailed from the shirt on her shoulders down her pectorals and along the slope of her voluptuous breasts.

"A sports bra - - !" he gasped as his fingers lightly trailed down the neckline and back up again. He was inspecting the bra with much care. As a coach, he was no stranger to sports bras. Garments like those were designed to keep a girl’s twins in place while she ran, jumped, and generally bounced around. They were also designed for comfort, although many a girl would argue that.

Brittany's bra in particular, however, was designed to smooth the breasts out by stretching across the chest. It was designed to have no visible cups, instead it was to leave a single piece of smooth, unhindered fabric traveling from breast to breast so as to show as little cleavage as possible. The neckline was in the shape of a very thin "U," also designed to hide a girl's cleavage. The entire bra, it seemed, was originally designed to hide a girl's breasts from view. In fact, were it not for the very small curvature from the bottom of the girl's breasts that the bra did (barely) allow you to see you would be hard pressed to make out any vivid details of her rack at all.

But Brittany's bra failed to meet many of those requirements.

Instead, her massive breasts pressed into the fabric and forced it to stretch out. That made the material extremely thin and somewhat translucent. The cups were made visible and exposed every curve of her sumptuous bosoms, having no choice but to take the shape of Brittany's enormous triple D melons as they bent the bra to their will. What's more is that the "U" shaped neckline actually looked more like a "V." The bottom practically plunged into her cleavage and disappeared from sight.

That was another thing, Coach Dick thought. Her sports bra actually showed cleavage. He'd seen some busty girls wearing this type of sports bra before, but he had been lucky to even see a part of their cleavage - - that area where a girl's breasts touched each other on her chest. On those girls he could maybe make out the very top of their cleavage - - but on Brittany - -

About half of Brittany's mouth-watering cleavage was visible - - maybe more. He'd seen Brittany's boobs in all their glory before, but this was the first time he could truly, solely appreciate them without Brooke present. Just seeing what Brittany's huge tits could do to a sports bra like that was a huge turn on.

"Oh - - my god - - " the coach gasped as his hands slid down the slopes of her bra-clad beauties and his palms were filled with her round orbs of flesh. He slowly but forcefully sunk his fingers into her giant tits as best he could, making sure at least two fingertips were on the exposed parts of her breasts at all times.

He gasped again as his fingertips slid from the softness of her tit-flesh to the rough fabric of her bra. Brittany's boobs were so big that there was no way he could grip either one of her giant jugs with just one hand - - no different from Brooke's.

"They're so fucking BIG!" the coach exclaimed.

Brittany had her eyes locked on him with an ominous look on her face as the hot and bothered coach began squeezing her boobs more roughly.

"Fuck yeah, Brit!" he said, “Let me squeeze your big, busty melons baby! Oh fuck - - they're so big - - your melons are so full and ripe and JUICY! Those BUSTY HOOTERS look like they're about to BUST THROUGH that bra!"

The blonde teen arched her back as her coach gave her boobs a particularly hard squeeze. She had never felt them being handled with this enthusiasm before. She bent her head back and closed her eyes as her horny coach's cock throbbed into her leg.

"Uhhh - - !" She moaned.

"Oh - - fuck!" Coach Dick moaned as he heard Brittany squeal. His dick was throbbing uncontrollably, and he knew it wasn't much longer before he fired his load - - at least, his first load. He quickly swung his left leg around and placed it on the floor on the other side of her right. He reluctantly pulled his hands from her heaving boobs and placed them on her knees. He forcefully parted them and wedged himself between them.

Brittany brought her head back down as she realized he was no longer squeezing at her tits. She felt her legs being parted and opened her eyes just in time to see a shirtless Dick press his body against hers. She felt the heat of his breath as his head zoomed past hers and collided with the couch cushion. Down below, she could feel him adjusting himself as he wrapped his arms around her back. She leaned forward, allowing him to hold her just as she felt him press his crotch against hers - - it was hard.

"Huuuuuuh!" she heard him yell as he ground his crotch against hers, the fabric of his shorts rubbing the fabric of her own pair. "Huuuuuh!" he yelled again as his cock pressed into her already wet crotch.

Not knowing what to do, the busty blonde simply laid there and threw her head back as her horny coach dry-humped her.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" the coach yelled as he gave Brittany three quick thrusts.

"Uh!" Brittany yelped back.

Overjoyed, Coach Dick held her tight and continuously pressed into her several times for as long as his endurance would let him. The room became filled with the sounds of the two grunting and moaning.

"Uh! Huuuh! Uhhhhh!" the coach moaned.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" Brittany yelped.

Soon the handsome coach found a rhythm. He began thrusting into Brittany at a fast but modest pace. He began to notice how each of his thrusts sent Brittany's bodacious body pressing up against the couch, and how the motion caused her huge jugs to jiggle inside her sports bra.

"Uh! Huuuuh! Uhh! Uh! Uh!" the coach moaned as he continuously thrust into her.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uhhh!" Brittany moaned back, her tits bouncing every thrust of the way.

Coach Dick increased his pace, and watched in awe as Brittany's massive rack bounced and jiggled beneath him. His cock grew harder, and Brittany could have sworn that it was growing as she now felt it extend into her pelvis.

The coach, eager to get off, could feel precum leaking into his shorts as he felt his tip press into Brittany's pelvis. He brought his hands from behind her back and placed them on her shoulders. He then brought his knees to either side of her legs and straddled her as he slid his cock up from her pelvis and on to her belly.

Brittany sunk a little into her seat as she felt moisture on her abdomen. She then felt Coach Dick's rod sliding up her abdomen as he practically straddled her entire upper body.

Coach Dick was practically sweating as his eyes frantically humped the enormous hooters directly below him. He lightly and instinctively humped his pelvis forward a few centimetres from Brittany's beautiful rack just as his erection reached its maximum inside his shorts.

Brittany watched as the tent in his shorts grew to complete extension. As though in slow motion, she watched as it grew at least another inch. She watched as it extended and curved due to the pressure his shorts were creating, and the right side of his tent collided with her big, right melon.

Coach Dick let out a large grunt of relief as he felt the tip of his pole collide with the busty blonde's giant jug of flesh, and the sensation threw him over the edge. His tent had collided with a super soft and spongy area of her massive breast (he had been hoping for a nipple, but so far they hadn't yet made their appearance) , and the huge round orb responded by pressing back against it enticingly and naturally, inviting it to bury its tip in its soft and spongy tit-flesh.

The coach extended his sigh of relief as his cock began to erupt in his shorts on the underside of Brittany's giant right boob. He felt a surge of power emanating from his cock as a spurt flew from his tip and hit the inside of his shorts.

Brittany felt something graze her right boob with the speed and force of a bullet. She then realized that Coach Dick's tent was arched on the underside of her rack. She watched as the huge bulge emanating from his shorts used her jug-flesh to slingshot its way to her left. This time, the tip of his tent collided with her boob head-on - - just as his second spurt shot into his shorts.

"FUCK YES!" the coach bellowed as he felt the soft tit-flesh of Brittany's left melon underneath his erupting rod, “ALL OVER YOUR MASSIVE RACK YOU BUSTY BABE!"

The busty teen scrunched her face as she looked up at her coach. She also felt her left boob get pelted by something, and all of a sudden she realized what was happening.

Coach Dick pressed his tent harder into Brittany's melon, forcing her tit-flesh to take more of his dick. The next spurt erupted as he pressed into her busty boob hard, and as soon as it had shot he moved his pelvis so that his cock slid across her melon and slingshot its way back to her right. It didn't quite make it, however, and his next few spurts were spent shooting into his shorts as his tent rested on her bra at the cleavage.

"Oh my god, Brit! Shooting all over your busty DDDs! FUCK YEAH!"

Brittany brought her hands to her rack just as the next spurt caused the coach's tent to bounce off her bra. She quickly placed her hands over her bra-clad breasts and stared up at the coach waiting for him to finish. She saw a mixed look of confusion, disappointment, and anger over the man, and a second later she watched him reach down and begin fiddling with his shorts. Realizing that he wasn't even close to being done yet, she quickly pushed him off her and climbed off the couch just as he brought his cock out of his shorts. Coach Dick collapsed into a seat cushion and used every ounce of willpower he had to not stroke his cock as he stared at Brittany a few feet away. He laid back and breathed heavy as his cock erupted without any help from his hand.

Thankfully, it wasn't as big a load as it should have been (due to the abrupt interruption), and he was only cumming for a few seconds more before he was finally finished.

As her coach hurriedly struggled to hide his shame Brittany was busy surveying her bra for damage. Since Coach Dick had had his shorts on there were two layers of clothing between his dick and her breasts, and thankfully both articles of clothing seemed to be doing their jobs swimmingly. Aside from a barely visible damp spot on her right jug there was literally no damage done to her bra at all.

Still, Brittany thought that she should never wear that bra ever again as she brought her shirt back down over her chest.

"You jerk!" she said as she brushed all her clothing free of any excrement materials, “You could have RUINED this bra!"

"Ahhhuhhhhhhhh - - " the coach moaned as his orgasm finally died down. There were noticeable stains on his shorts, and he could feel his own seed start to drip down his leg.

"And not to mention my - - you tried to - - “ Brittany stammered, “You tried to - - all over me? All over my, my - - face?"

"Whoa - - whoa!" Coach Dick said as he stood up with some difficulty. Even though he had just blown a load it hadn't been a very big one, and his erection was painfully throbbing for more, “I wasn't trying to - - do that - - "

"Whatever,” Brittany said as she dusted herself off, “I saw you. You tried to pull that THING out!"

"I did." The coach said as he stepped around the busty blonde, “But only because it was starting to hurt inside my shorts. It kept, you know, pressing - - against them. It didn't feel very good."

"What makes you think I care about your thingy?" Brittany exclaimed as her face grew angry and she smoothed her shirt out over her rack. She had to suppress her urge to shiver, the mere thought of even a drop of her coach's seed on her was more than she could bear.

"Nothing!" the coach said as he stood in front of his busty student and tried to get himself cleaned up and looking dignified, “I don't expect you to understand, you don't have a - - a - - thing like this."

"Okay - - " Brittany said, putting her hand out and looking away as if to shield herself from the conversation, “This conversation is over - - and so is this session."

Coach Dick was almost taken aback. He felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him as he watched Brittany turn and take a step toward the door.

"You can't leave!" he said hastily.

Brittany stopped for a moment, but she was not faltered for long. Her head turned slightly to the right as though she was about to turn around, and then she turned back toward the door and took another step toward it.

"Hmmmph,” she said.

Coach Dick stepped toward the middle of the room as he quickly thought of something to say.

"You can't leave - - because - - you haven't fulfilled your part of the deal!" he spat out.

At this, Brittany did stop. She turned around and looked at the coach sternly as though she were angry and disappointed in him simultaneously.

"What do you mean?" she asked with emphasis in her voice, “You just - - you just - - "

She gestured to his lower region and the dark stains on his shorts which, by now, were almost dry.

"Yes, but we still haven't had sex." The coach said with a little more confidence in his voice.

Brittany opened her eyes wide and let out a small, yet audibly quick burst of breath. Coach Dick thought it was super cute, and super sexy, the kind of sound only a teenage girl could make.

"But you just - - “

"That doesn't matter." The coach interrupted as he shook his head, “The deal was that I would get to have sex with you and Brooke. And we still haven't done that."

Brittany stood there with her mouth agape and her eyes wide open. She was dumbfounded by what was coming out of her coach's mouth. She couldn't believe the gall he had to pull a stunt like this, even after shooting a load despite the fact that he had cum in his pants.

"You - - you're just - - there's no way you could - - "

"I know it's a lot to take in,” the coach said as he walked behind his desk and gave a quick nod to his penis, “It's a lot to handle, a super-stud like me. You're in the presence of greatness, babe."

"You're unbearable,” Brittany said from the middle of the room, her arms still crossed over her massive chest.

She watched her coach pull something out from behind his desk, it was the water bottle he had drank from at the beginning of their session. Her eyes were glued to the despicable man on the far end of the room as he thirstily drank from the container. The blue contents spilled over his mouth and dripped over his chin on to his shirt as he gulped and gulped. She could see the muscles in his throat working to swallow. When he was finished he wiped his mouth with the back of his forearm like some sort of behemoth barbarian, and then he crushed the bottle at its midsection with his hand and tossed it aside where it hit the floor and rolled until it hit the wall.

"And you're also disgusting,” she added after watching the coach's thirsty display.

Her eyes remained on him as the coach stepped out from behind his desk and began making his way over to her. She could feel his eyes trailing all over her body as though his vision was emanating heat. She would have blushed if not for the circumstances.

Coach Dick had given up all hope of accomplishing his goals. That last little explosive mishap of his had ensured he would not be appealing to Brittany's good side at all today. Luckily for him he was going to have plenty of opportunities to do so in the future. He figured a few more private sessions with each individual girl would be adequate enough to secure a busty threesome in the near future, perhaps even next week. He was even contemplating giving the girls the day off tomorrow as a show of good faith before pounding them into next week the day after.

For the time being, however, Brittany Bust and her giant hooters were standing before him ready to advance, a little reluctant, yes, but still absolutely willing to give themselves up. Well, maybe her twins weren't exactly ready, but he figured he didn't really need to see them today. He could hold off on playing with those boobs for at least one more day.

"You'll have to excuse my erection - - " the coach said as he and his bulge made their appearances form behind his desk, “It's not exactly as big as it should be but, hey, I did just blow a load after all."

At this Brittany's mouth grew agape once more, and her eyes opened wide as though she were awestruck. Her coach had gone from completely flaccid to rock hard and raging in nothing flat, and it hadn't even been ten minutes yet.

"What?" Brittany stuttered, befuddled, “That's - - how did you - - ! I thought you said it hurt!"

"Oh, it does." The horny coach said as he made his way over to the busty blonde, “That's why I'll be letting it out soon."

"Uhch!" Brittany said in disbelief. She wasn't unbelieving of the situation at hand so much as she was of her coach's attitude. She had never seen someone act with as much arrogance as he now showed.

Brittany was wary as her new basketball coach slowly made his way over. She hugged her chest tight and tensed up for a moment as the heat from their bodies collided and his bulge brushed against her leg. She let out a quick sound of surprise and disgust as the eager coach stepped around her and took a position at her backside.

His hands reached around to her hips, and they lightly brushed passed them and rubbed her shorts as they softly rubbed her thighs. His fingers trailed over their bottom hems and touched her bare legs. Brittany's shorts were very form-fitting for a pair of gym shorts, and he had been aching to touch her beautiful legs all session.

The blonde teen tried to relax as best she could while Coach Dick felt up her smooth, unblemished limbs. She could feel his forearms and biceps against her own arms as he reached around and touched her bare thighs. His fingers danced around the bottom hems of her shorts, and even darted underneath it a few times. Not an easy feat considering how tightly her shorts hugged her. She was so focused on his hands that she didn't even notice when he stepped forward and pressed his bulge against her from behind.

The coach moaned next to her ear as he brought his head down to her shoulder. He brought one of his hands to the side of her face and gently pulled the stray hair from it and flung it past her shoulder and around her back. He then brought his lips to her neck and planted a soft kiss on her as he pressed his bulge into her butt from behind.

"Uh - - " the blonde moaned as Coach Dick's hands pressed against her thighs. He pulled her towards him as he humped back against her, rubbing his dick against her beautiful posterior through all their clothing.

"Mmmmm - - " The coach moaned into her ear as he dry-humped her from behind.

He could feel her buns rubbing his cock as he pushed to and fro against her body. Brittany's entire upper body was moving without any abandon as she was much too busy trying to keep her arms folded over her massive chest. The wanting coach couldn't help but peer at her arms and tits over her shoulder.

Brittany was moaning and making cute little conservatively sexual sounds as she felt her coach pounding her butt from behind. She could not believe how hard his dick felt. She was only feeling it on the crevice of butt - - through her shorts - - and she could already tell that the horny coach was just beginning to get worked up.

Coach Dick felt his hands rubbing up her thighs once again. A second later they were on her waist, and a second after that they were trailing up her abdomen to her chest. His hands rested on her soft, petite arms as he continued to hump her ass provocatively.

Brittany peered down at her chest and watched her coach's hands on her arms. She saw them move their way up, and she adjusted her arms accordingly so as to block his grasp from any part of her rack, she didn't want them anywhere near her tits.

Disappointed, the coach let his hands move higher on her chest.

Brittany didn't bother to adjust her own hands, this time. They were already covering the most vital part of her boobs, and she didn't think Coach Dick would get much from feeling up what was practically her clavicle.

Coach Dick let his fingers trail to the unblocked portions of her breasts. He could feel the area on her chest which led to the two soft, highly sought-after mammaries, but beyond that there wasn't much he could make out. He could make out a very small part of her cleavage, very small - - and that was an incredible notion in itself considering both Brittany and Brooke had insane amounts of cleavage.

Frustrated at his failure to really feel up her boobs the coach placed his hands at her waist and gripped her hard. He let out a frustrated exclamation as his fingers dug under the hem of her shorts.

"Awh FUCK THIS!" he yelled, “Let's just FUCK!"

And with that he hurriedly pulled the blonde's shorts down in one motion. He was surprised to see Brittany wearing a pair of thong panties, but he did not stop to admire them as his fingers grasped the piece of cloth and yanked it down her legs.

"Eek!" Brittany said in shock. She had had her legs spread partly up until now, but Coach Dick's sudden discarding of her underwear had caused her to bring them together.

Coach Dick admired her beautiful posterior as he stared at the bare-bottomed blonde. He stood up behind her once again and pulled his shorts down. His cock sprung free, and Brittany felt it slap against her right cheek as the hurried coach positioned himself properly behind her. He took his cock in hand and guided it to her slit.

Brittany felt her womanhood being tickled by the tip of his hard member, and she began to have second thoughts.

"Coach Dick - - " she said, “I - - I really don't think tha-EEEK!"

The busty blonde teen let out a large yelp as she suddenly felt something hard penetrate her. The overly-eager coach had shoved his tip into her, and was trying to shove more of his cock in to boot.

"UH!" she moaned as her coach managed to shove a bit more of his cock into her.

Coach Dick was gripping her hard around the waist, and pulling her into him as hard as he could. He was puffing his chest out, and his muscles could be seen tensing up as he forcefully shoved his cock into his busty student. Brittany was still wet from their little rendezvous on the couch, but even with all the extra lubricant it was a task of hard labor trying to penetrate her completely - - or even partially for that matter.

"UH! FUCK!" the coach moaned as he managed to get half his cock surrounded by her warm, wet tunnel, “YOU BREASTFORD BABES ARE SO FUCKING TIGHT!"

"UHHHH!" Brittany moaned, “UHHHHHH!"

Coach Dick was sweating as he repeatedly bucked his hips back and forth, thrusting his dick in and out of Brittany fast and hard. He was grunting and breathing heavy. Brittany could feel his breath on her neck as he struggled behind her, but more intrusively she could feel his hard cock throb and pulse against her insides. She would feel his hard dick slide out of her like a snake slithering out of its hole, but just before its head exited she would feel it forcibly slam its way back in, and she would moan each time he slammed it in her.

"UHHHH - - UH! UH! UHHHHHHHH!"

"Oh man, Brittany - - you're so tight!" the coach moaned as his dick struggled to warm itself in her love tunnel. The coach was so infused with the idea of sticking his entire cock into her that he did not notice Brittany's hands had left her tits. In fact, one of her hands was resting on the side of his face, idly holding him in place at her shoulder as he tried to fuck her as hard as he could, “Mmm - - erg! Uh - - uh fuck!"

Brittany was letting out small yelps similar to the ones Brooke made. Brittany's, however, had more of an upward inflection added to them. She sounded more orgasmic, and less like she was working out.

"UH!" she moaned again, “UH! UH! UH!"

After a full twenty minutes of trying to get more penetration the eager coach decided to take a different approach.

"Bend over!" he barked, pressing his hand against Brittany's back.

"UH! UH! HUH!" Brittany moaned, not sure of what the coach was asking.

"Bend over!" the coach ordered again, “Put your hands on the desk - - "

A little confused, Brittany let her arms fall to her sides. She began to move her legs and readjust herself according to what her coach wanted.

Coach Dick watched her shift around from behind. He looked toward the ceiling and let out a sigh of pleasure when he felt Brittany's vag working his cock for him as she shifted around.

A moment later Brittany reached out for the edge of her coach's desk. Her hands rested on its cold, hard surface and she bent over, letting most of her weight rest on her hands.

"Uhhhhhh - - " the coach moaned as he enjoyed the sight and sensation. He, too, began readjusting himself for maximum thrusting. He took a couple of small steps forward, causing the busty blonde to do so as well and her arms to bend slightly as she moved closer to the desk. When he was finished he gripped Brittany by the waist once more and began thrusting into her with more excitement and enthusiasm than before.

"UH!" Brittany moaned right from the start, “UH! UH! UHHHHHHHHHHH!"

She hadn't expected things to take off so vigorously.

"Yeah, baby!" the coach exclaimed, “Your pussy feels so nice around my cock, Brittany!"

"UH! UH! UH! UH! UH!"

Coach Dick continued to thrust into her as hard as he could. He took note of how Brittany's rack jutted just inches from the edge of his desk when she was idle, but when he thrust into her and forced her forward her chest would easily cross that line. The view from the other side of his desk must have been an amazing one.

After another twenty minutes of hard thrusting, Coach Dick could feel he was finally beginning to make some progress. He could feel Brittany's body about to cave in any minute now.

"So - - close!" he moaned between thrusts, “C'mon, Brittany! C'mon you busty babe!"

"UH! UH! UH! UH! UHHHHHHH!"

"That's it, Brit! Almost there - - open up those walls! And - - let - - me - - IN!"

"UUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Brittany moaned as the coach succeeded in shoving his entire cock into her.

"OH SHIT! OH FUCK!" the coach moaned, “SO FUCKING TIGHT!"

"UHHHH! UHHHHH! UHHHHHHHH!" Brittany yelped as her coach began thrusting his entire length into her.

"YEAH!" the horny coach yelled as he gripped her hard by the waist and began pounding her hard, “SO FUCKING TIGHT! TAKE IT, BRIT! TAKE IT! TAKE IT!"

"UHHHH!" Brittany yelled, her eyes wide and her pussy being stretched, “UH! UH! UH! UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Coach Dick reached for her hair and grabbed it by the handful. He pulled on it hard, forcing the busty blonde to arch her back and raise her head. He used her hair as leverage to fuck her harder and faster - - and he rode that pony hard for the next twenty minutes.

"UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UHHHHH! UH! UH! UH! UH!"

"Uhhhhhhhh - - " the coach moaned as he thrust his pelvis to and fro. The room was filled with the sound of flesh on flesh as the two fucked hard for another period of time. After this initial full-on sexing, Coach Dick's stamina began to wear down. His humping began to slow, and he slowed his entire pace for a much needed break.

Both were panting hard. Brittany's head was resting on the cold surface of the desk. Her backside was sore from all the pounding Coach Dick's abs and pelvis and balls had given it. Her hair was draped all around her and was swaying to and fro as she breathed hard and let out long, deep sighs of weary.

"Oh man!" Coach Dick said, “We've probably been here for hours - - I could go all night!"

Brittany didn't respond as she was still busy catching her breath. She barely had time to recover, though, as she felt her coach's hands upon her waist yet again. She felt them slide up to her abdomen, and then he lifted her from her bending position and brought her to a standing one. Standing up once more, he once again removed her hair from the side of her face and planted a kiss on her neck - - this time with his cock fully buried in her cunt.

He lightly bucked back and forth, fucking her softly as he held her against him and kissed her.

"Uhhh - - uhhhhh - - uhhhhhhhh - - " the busty blonde moaned.

"Oh yeah - - " the coach moaned into her ear, “Lift up your hands - - put them over your head - - "

Brittany did as her coach wanted and lifted her arms up and over her head. She felt his hands leave her waist for a brief moment. In the next moment she felt her shirt being lifted off her chest as he pulled the bottom up and over her upper body. She immediately brought her arms back down and bent her elbows, but it was too late. The fabric easily slid past her elbows and up her arms as Coach Dick was finally pulling the fabric over her head. She felt the shirt's neckline flow through her hair, and a second later her bra was visible yet again.

Coach Dick hurriedly tossed the shirt across the room to provide the busty blonde with difficult access to it. He then brought his hands around her body and to her chest.

Realizing she had missed her chance to block him once, Brittany hurriedly bent back down and let her chest collide with the desk.

Unable to grab at her heaving tits, Coach Dick took this as his cue to resume the fucking.

Brittany was once again moaning as her bra-clad chest slid back and forth over her coach's desk.

"UH!" she yelped, “UH! UH! UH!"

"Yeah, that's it!" Coach Dick bellowed, “Take it, you busty babe! Take it! Take it!"

"Uhhhhhhhh - - " Brittany moaned, “Uhhhhhhh - - uh!"

"TAKE IT! TAKE IT! TAKE IT YOU BIG-TITTED BABE! MAKE ME BUST A NUT!"

"UH! UH! UHHHH! UHHHHH! UH! UH! UH!"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh - - " the coach moaned as he slid his hand along the small of Brittany's bare back. He smoothed out her back with his palm, and then his fingers slid up to the back of her bra. He grabbed at the strap and began tugging on it, using it to pull the blonde teen against his cock harder.

"UH! UH! UH! UH! UH!" Brittany moaned as her buns crashed against her coach's thighs. Her upper body was being forced to thrust out as Coach Dick tugged at her bra from behind.

In one quick motion she felt her body being pulled to a standing position once more. She was immediately brought upright as Coach Dick stood her up by her bra. His other hand immediately shot out around her and grabbed hold of her right breast.

"UHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the blonde moaned as her coach squeezed the big tit and gave her a particularly hard thrust.

"Ohhhhhhh fuck - - " The horny coach moaned as he squeezed and fondled her giant jug through her bra, “Goddamn, Brittany! This melon of yours feels so big and juicy!"

"UH!" the blonde yelped, “UH! UH!"

With his other hand, Coach Dick now reached out and grabbed hold of her left jug. He took hold of both the jiggling melons and began kneading them and squeezing them simultaneously.

"Fuck yeah, Brit! Your tits are so fucking BIG! I can't believe I'm finally squeezing these 34DDDs!"

"UHHHHH! UHHHHH!"

Coach Dick's hands moved over every inch of her massive breasts. He took hold of them from underneath and jiggled them around in his hands, until he made a new discovery. His index fingers were busy caressing the swell of her busty bosoms when he noticed that her nipples were hard.

"Fuck yes!" the horny coach whooped, “Feel those fucking nipples, baby! Your nipples are so fucking hard!"

"UH!" was all Brittany could say, “UH! UH! UH!"

The coach then took hold of her huge tits and gripped them securely. He began pulling her into him by her tits, using them to ram his cock into her as hard and fast as he possible could.

"YEAH!" he hollered, “JUST LIKE THAT YOU BIG TITTY BABE! TAKE MY BIG POWERFUL COCK WHILE I SQUEEZE THOSE MASSIVE 34DDDs!"

"UH!" Brittany moaned in response, “UHHHH! UHHHH! UHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"OH FUCK! SO CLOSE - - KEEP GOING BRIT! MAKE ME BUST A NUT WITH THOSE MASSIVE DDD HOOTERS!"

"UHHHHHHHHHHHH! UH! UH! UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Brittany could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing hard inside her. It was throbbing harder than it had been all day.

"OH SHIT! HERE IT CUMS, BRIT! GET READY!"

"UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the busty blonde moaned as her coach gave her one last, final thrust, “UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Coach Dick hurriedly pulled out from his student and took his dick in hand. He began stroking it over Brittany's rear as he slapped her middle section trying to get her to turn around.

"Turn over!" he said, hurriedly and abruptly, “Turn over, quick! Let me cum all over those - - BIG BOOBS!"

Brittany paid his request no heed, and instead bent over once more on top of his desk. Her breasts collided with the surface once again, shielding them from Coach Dick's grasp - - and penis.

"FUCK!" the coach yelled, frustrated. He stopped stroking his cock and let it rest atop Brittany's butt. It comfortably slid into the crevice of her buns while he bent over and reached around in an effort to grab the busty blonde's huge tits.

His first shot erupted from between her buns as he fumbled around with her chest and his desk, trying to force his hands between them.

"OHHHHHH FUCK!" he moaned as his shot fired and landed on the small of her back. Up front he could make out all sorts of boob-flesh on the tips of his fingers, but it seemed impossible to properly grab hold of her mouth-watering melons.

"UHH!" Brittany moaned as she felt the hot liquid spray her back.

Coach Dick's second shot fired, and this time it came right back down and landed on her right bun. It drizzled down her beautiful rear and left a streak of semen on her leg's backside.

"UHHHHHHHH!" Brittany moaned again.

Before his next shot fired, Coach Dick managed to squeeze his hands between Brittany's giant boobs and his desk. The heavy mounds of meat filled his hands as he happily struggled to stretch them around their sheer size. He squeezed her giant hooters with relief and satisfaction as his next shots fired all over her backside.

"FUCK YEAH BRITTANY! BIG JUICY DDDs! TAKE MY HOT CUM BABY!"

Brittany felt her back get hit four or five more times as her coach fondled and squeezed her big jugs through her bra. Coach Dick finished firing his load off in the next few shots, with his hands still mauling her hooters.

"BIG FUCKING TITS BABY, FUCK YEAH! FEEL ALL THAT BUSTY TIT-MEAT! UH! TAKE IT YOU BIG-TITTED BABE!"

"UH! UH! UH!" Brittany moaned as his next three shots fired, “Uhhhhhhhmmm - -

Coach Dick took his right hand off her big tits to reach for his dick. He stroked it up and down over Brittany's cheeks, making the last of his jizz drizzle out all over them.

"Uhhhh - - uhhh fuck - - fuck yes, baby - - " The coach moaned as his tone and orgasm both began to die down, “Your tits are so fucking big - - so much fucking boob-meat - - "

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh - - " the blonde moaned as her coach finished over her ass.

" - - yes - - " Coach Dick moaned as he spanked her ass cheeks with his cock, a few more drops flying from his tip.

He then backed away and surveyed the damage as Brittany stood up and looked over her shoulder, trying to survey the damage as well.

"That was fucking amazing, Brittany!" the coach exclaimed as the busty blonde turned around. He looked at her with relief and wanting in his eyes, “Now - - clean me off you big-boobed babe. Use that pretty mouth of yours - - "

"Uhhh - - I don't think so,” Brittany said, turning around and walking to pick up her shirt.

Coach Dick watched as the blonde babe stuck her head through and pulled the shirt down over her abundant chest - - as well as her doused back. He could see an expression of disgust on her face as she had, undoubtedly, felt his slimy seed.

"Alright. Whatever." He said as he collapsed on the couch. That last load had really taken it out of him, “It's late. You should get going."

"My thoughts EXACTLY,” Brittany responded as she headed for the door.

"Oh, by the way - - " Coach Dick said before she exited, “You girls can take the day off tomorrow."

At this, Brittany stopped and turned around.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You and Brooke can have the day off tomorrow. Take time for yourselves - - without me. We'll start fresh again after."

"What do you mean, start fresh?" Brittany inquired, her hands on her hips.

"I don't know,” Coach Dick said, “Try some new stuff. I'd really like to see those huge tits of yours bouncing up and down on top of me - - “

"Whoa whoa whoa,” Brittany interrupted him, “The only bouncing you're going to see is on the gym floor during basketball practice."

"Uh-huh,” Coach Dick laughed, “Brit, we had a deal, remember? And if you don't honor that deal then - - “

"Our deal - - " Brittany interrupted again, “Was to have sex with you."

"Yeah, I know,” Coach Dick replied, “That's exactly what I'm talking about."

Brittany now crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at her coach, sternly. She stared at him until he understood.

"Wait - - " the coach said, Brittany's words finally dawning on him, “Do you mean - - are you saying that this deal was for a one-time thing?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying." The blonde answered.

"Wait a second - - " the coach said, searching for some sort of loophole, “Wait a second - - you can't say that you never specified an exact number of times to have sex. Because, you know, that works both ways and - - “

"The deal was - - that we'd have sex with you, and that's exactly what we've done."

Coach Dick was frantic. His mind was racing with thoughts of all the possibilities that were about to be stripped from him unless he did something about it. But in the midst of all that subliminal turmoil there was a sliver of reason that told him Brittany was right. He had failed to convey to the two girls that he wished to continue to have relations with them more than once, that he wanted them at his beck and call.

His thoughts turned from panic to sadness. Throughout their entire relationship he and the duo had been locked in a struggle for control. It was like a war, with both sides collecting intel on the other. The scales had been tipped to each side's favor more than once, and it seemed the tables were turning yet again.

He looked at Brittany as she stood calm and centered, her arms crossed over her massive chest once again. His hopes sunken, he started to feel more angry than sad. One minute he had found himself on top of the game, and now it seemed as though he might lose entirely. Brittany knew what she was doing. So did Brooke. The two blondes had played him assuredly. They had known something he hadn't - - and now, at least, they were pretending not to know - - pretending that the situation had been understood clearly by both parties all along when it clearly hadn't been. It made him mad.

"You can't - - just - - TAKE THIS ALL AWAY FROM ME!" he shouted.

Brittany did not flinch at his outburst. His words had emanated with such power that she almost felt them whiz by her face and through her hair. The room echoed with the vibrations of her coach's voice.

"You two - - knew all about this, didn't you?" he accused, “You KNEW this would happen! You're underhanded, and - - and SNEAKY! I WON'T STAND FOR IT!"

"What are you talking about?" the blonde asked of him, “You knew the rules all along. I don't have to take this."

Coach Dick stared at the busty blonde with wary eyes. She seemed to be speaking with sincerity, but for all he knew she could be fibbing again.

"You lied." He said, “The two of you lied to me. You didn't tell the truth, at least, not the whole truth or - - whatever! This isn't fair, and you know it."

"Hmmm,” Brittany said as she turned her head to the ground and shook it with a disappointing smile. She then brought her eyes back to her coach and stared at him with stern and that same disappointment, “Goodbye, Coach."

By her tone Coach Dick could hear that she was really saying the conversation was over. His suspicion was confirmed as Brittany turned around and made her way out of the office. Now that she was gone he suddenly felt his predicament become much lighter. He kicked himself for not acting with better judgment while the busty blonde was still here - - if he had he might have been able to salvage what was left of their relationship.

He smiled, and then let out a small laugh of self-relief and tiredness. He was laughing as though he was disappointed in himself, but it seemed as though his mind was already beginning to look to the future, and if that was the case then perhaps things weren't as bad as he thought. This war was far from over.

He had to hand it to the two girls - - they certainly did not make things easy. Perhaps that was the very thing that would make it much more satisfying for him when he achieved complete victory over them.

He stretched out and yawned as he started to form a new plan from square one.