To Bask In Breastford Chapter 4

To Bask In Breastford by bustyalix

CHAPTER FOUR

When he opened his eyes, Coach Blue had no idea where he was, it was dark and he'd not yet gotten used to the darkness. He knew one thing, he was lying down in a bed. A very comfortable bed for that matter. There was a small light shining through a window to his left. It had to be coming either from a street lamp or a porch light.

A porch light!

He had been at the Swanson home. Then, for no apparent reason he had passed out. The last thing he remembered was - - the giant fun-bags of Paula Swanson. His heart leaped and his cock throbbed at the very thought. Why had he passed out?

He sat up. But as he did so his head began to pulse from a huge headache. He laid back down. The headache was now replaced with wooziness. He stared back out the window. He was still in Breastford. He was sure of it. He could feel it. But where?

He couldn't still be at the Swanson's. He would have seen his car through the window. Unless - - they moved it?

Yes! That was it. Either Gretchen or Paula had moved his car. He immediately threw his hands under the blankets he was wrapped in and searched his pockets for his car keys, but was surprised to find he was wearing different clothes. Pajama bottoms and a white T-shirt. He didn't remember changing - -

His eyes drifted back over to the window. Suddenly, the light that was flowing in grew much brighter. It managed to light about half the middle section of the room. He could see the sheets he was sleeping in were white. He could also see a dresser, a closet, and what looked like a bathroom. Beyond that there didn't seem to be much else.

The light was coming from across the street. He wondered what time it was, and who would be out this late. To him it felt like it was 2AM. But that soon left his mind as he remembered what he had seen across the street earlier this evening. His heart began to pound as he strained his eyes looking out the window.

To his approval, the front door of the house across the street opened, and the busty blond from earlier this evening walked out. The sheets coach blue was laying in began to rise forming a tent. Earlier, it had been a bit darker, and the blond had been wearing a (somewhat) loose-fitting T-shirt. But now the shirt she was wearing was much more tight fitting.

He could now see that the girl had sandy blond hair, and her tits were absolutely massive. Bigger than he remembered. They were kept captive inside her white shirt, and were stretching it out to the limits. They were so huge he could see them clearly from across the street. His penis throbbed, threatening to erupt.

After a few seconds, another woman exited the house. Coach Blue almost had a heart attack. This woman had even bigger boobs than the girl! She too was blond, and had the same facial features as the other blond, but looked slightly older. It was her mother.

Her tits were caged in a white shirt as well, only the shirt rode up to just under her bust due to her massive rack. On the average girl thaT-shirt would have been loose fitting, and perhaps hanging down to her waist. But on this woman - - the shirt fit very much like a baby tee on a teenage girl. Her breasts were firm, and they bounced with every step she took. She began to talk with her daughter, or lecture rather. Coach Blue watched her huge tits move with her. He couldn't believe it. The tits in this town just kept getting bigger and bigger! This woman's rack was absolutely gorgeous, she had the rack of an angel. They were even bigger than Paula's!

Coach Blue moaned. Those tits - - Paula - - that blond - - he felt his penis begin to throb nonstop. The two busty women across the street were now engaged in a hug, they're big tits pressed into each other and bulged out from the sides.

"Oh man - - " Coach Blue moaned. He reached under the sheets to his penis, but it was too late. The hug sent him over the edge. He shook for a little while as his dick erupted like a volcano from under the covers. When it was all done, the women went back inside. And Coach Blue's bed-tent was still there.

He felt sick. Feverish. Hot and cold at the same time. He had to find a way to clean this up so Gretchen and Paula wouldn't notice, but he was just so tired. He yawned, and it made his head ache with pain again. As the pain subsided he closed his eyes.

"I'll clean - - later - - " he thought.

* * * * * *

The next time he awoke it was daylight. The blinds had been shut, so he could no longer view out the window, but sunlight still managed to creep into the room. His headache was gone. In fact, he felt a lot better. He threw the sheets off himself and climbed out of bed. He looked around the room. There was a TV, but aside from that there were no real decorations.

He had images in his head from last night, but he wasn't sure if they had been dreams or not. He seemed to recall being given a bluish liquid to drink, and being told that it would help. He seemed to remember Paula saying it would "increase his tolerance to the pheromones."

And what about that blond and her mother? Had that been a dream as well?

He began to make his way to the restroom when the door to his room swung open. It was Gretchen.

"Good morning!" she said cheerfully.

Coach Blue looked a little distraught.

"Yeah good morning,” he said, “Listen, about last night, I want to - - "

"Come to the kitchen,” Gretchen cut him off, “I made breakfast. It’ll make you feel better."

Coach Blue sighed. Gretchen turned around and started walking. The clueless coach followed.

He felt a little under dressed. He was wearing pajamas, and Gretchen was wearing another pair of faded jeans and a red shirt. She wiggled her butt as she walked, and Coach Blue could see the straps of her thong appear.

He sat down at the table, where Gretchen put a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast in front of him. But Coach Blue wasn't hungry.

"Gretchen - - " he said, “I'm really sorry about - - my behavior last night. I must be sick or something. The truth is - - I feel horrible."

"That's alright,” Gretchen said, sipping on some water.

"Thanks,” Coach Blue said, “Whatever is wrong with me, I'll have a doctor check me out. Where are my clothes?" he asked.

"You're leaving?" Gretchen asked.

"Yeah,” Coach Blue said, “If I leave now, I might still catch my interview. And I think I really should see a doctor."

"But my mom's a genius,” Gretchen said, “She's head of the science department at school, and she's dabbled in medicine. She can check you out."

"Really?" Coach Blue said, trying to sound interested, “No, but thanks anyway,” he said, standing up.

She glanced down at his crotch.

"But, I thought we'd get started on one of those - - private practice sessions I mentioned yesterday - - "

Coach Blue's heart began to pound as he thought about it. His pants started to bulge out.

Gretchen licked her lips. She began to walk over to where the coach was standing. She pressed into him and reached down to caress the bulge in his pants.

Coach Blue's cock throbbed as he felt Gretchen's big 36Ds press into him.

"I could really use the extra work - - " she said, giving his bulging dick a hard squeeze through his pajama bottoms. She reached up and kissed Coach Blue on the lips, passionately.

"I'd love to help you out - - " Coach Blue said, when Gretchen finally took her tongue out of his mouth, “But where are we going to find the right equipment for the job?"

Gretchen smiled at him. She let go of his crotch and placed her hands at the bottom of her tight red shirt. She began to peel it up over chest.

"Luckily I've got these big, bouncy basketballs we can play with,” she said, as she finally lifted her blouse over her chest.

Her big boobs bounced free, nipples already hard. Coach Blue's dick began to throb and wince at the site of them. His mouth watered as Gretchen stood there with her fingers hooked under her T-shirt, exposing her big ripe melons like a college co-ed going wild.

Gretchen let her shirt rest, bunched up, on top of her heaving rack. She had to swat Coach Blue hands away from her giant orbs so she could get down to her knees. As she lowered herself, she made sure to rub her rack on his chest, and when she got to the bulge in his pants she paid extra attention to it. She slid her big titties up and down it.

Coach Blue almost came in his pants. He thrust his hips forward into Gretchen's bountiful chest. Gretchen pushed back and moaned as the horny coach dry-humped her hooters. She hooked her hands into his pajama bottoms and pulled them down. His hard dick sprang free, already fully erect. Gretchen expected no less, her jugs were enough to make any man hard.

"A little eager, aren't we, Coach?" she asked, looking up at him as she gripped his throbbing dick.

Coach Blue could only moan back in response.

Gretchen flung her brown hair back and stuck her chest out. Then she grabbed her big tits and leaned forward, nuzzling the coach's cock between her boobs as she did so. They both moaned as he penetrated her cleavage. Gretchen's jugs were so big they completely enveloped his thick meat in a tight tit-tunnel.

Gretchen looked up at the coach as she cupped her boobs around his dick. Coach Blue thought she looked extremely sexy from this point of view, he could see the head of his cock sticking out from between her massive hooters. And her eyes had that "fuck me" look in them as she looked up at him.

"Fuck them,” she said.

Coach Blue did as he was told and began to thrust his hips into her. He slid his cock between her big boobs slowly, savoring the feeling of her big tits rubbing on him with each and every thrust.

Gretchen turned her head and moaned as her boobs got banged by the hunky coach. His dick was so big, and her tits were so sensitive to touch that she could feel every detail of his thick meat, right down to the veins.

"Oh my God - - YES! Yeah - - " Gretchen moaned as she let the coach slide his fuck stick between her fun-bags.

She loved the way it felt each time it throbbed, both of her big hooters would jiggle each time it throbbed between them. She looked down at her cleavage and watched his big dick disappear and reappear between her tits. The straight hardness of the coach's manhood contrasted the round softness of her big orbs perfectly. She could feel every inch of his penis as it slid between her massive jugs, every vein, every bump, as her big boobs bounced on it.

"Oh Coach!" she cooed, “Your dick is so BIG!"

Coach Blue began to moan.

"Awww fuck!" he said.

"That's it, Coach. Fuck me,” Gretchen urged, “Fuck me!"

Coach Blue took her tits in his hands and began to thrust his dick between them faster. Gretchen arched her back, then she leaned back and let the coach jerk himself between her massive melons.

"Oh! Coach!" she moaned, “Your cock feels so good between my big boobs! That's it, use my rack. Jerk your beautiful cock between my giant jugs. Fuck my tits!"

Precum leaked out of the coach's aching cock and drizzled down the shaft, right into the valley of Gretchen's big mountains. Gretchen looked up at Coach Blue as he boobie banged her.

"Mmm yeah - - " she said, “You like having my big melons wrapped around your dick, don't you?"

Coach Blue moaned. He was bucking his hips wildly, making Gretchen's big flesh balloons bounce like they were basketballs.

"Oh fuck yeah! You like that, you big titty slut?" he said.

She smiled up at Coach Blue.

"You know I do, Stud,” she said.

Coach Blue looked down at her as he continued to plow her boobs. Her chest would bounce up with each thrust he gave, then it would come back down for a split second before he would thrust it back up again. Her head wasn't moving at all. It just looked at him with her big brown eyes and licked her lips as he fucked her chest.

Then her facial expression changed. Her eyes became sad and her bottom lip curled out a little. She was pouting! She looked up at the coach with her pretty, pouting face as he continued to bang her rack.

"But I guess if you don't want to stay - - " she said, "then we don't have to do this ever again - - "

This almost threw the coach over the edge. If there was anything hotter than sliding your aching prick between a busty slut's big tits, it was watching that busty slut pout while you did it.

"So will you stay?" she asked him, still pouting.

Coach Blue couldn't believe it, “Okay!" was all he could say.

Gretchen's pout turned into a smile again.

"Yay!" she said. She then gripped the coach's legs and pulled herself closer to him, pressing her massive breasts into his whole body, dick and all, “Fuck them - - " she said quietly.

Coach Blue was surprised he had lasted this long. Last night, he couldn't even look at her mother let alone fuck these big jugs.

He felt Gretchen's tongue dart out and tease the tip of his cock as it poked through her cleavage.

"Fuck that feels amazing!" he moaned.

His precum and her saliva leaked down to her melons, coating them and making them glisten as the big globes bulged around his hard member.

Suddenly, they heard a car pull into the driveway.

"Shit!" Gretchen said, her boobs still being banged, “That's mom! She's back from in service!"

"Aaah! Dammit!" Coach Blue yelled.

"We have to stop,” Gretchen said hurriedly and starting to get up.

"Not yet,” Coach Blue said, gripping her by the shoulders.

"Wha-?" Gretchen said, confused.

Coach Blue placed a hand on her shoulder and the other around her back, and pulled her closer to him, continuing to fuck her tits.

"We don't have time!" Gretchen yelled as she struggled to get free.

"Yes - - we - - do - - " Coach Blue said.

"No! Coach!" Gretchen squirmed from side to side, but that only made her big boobs shake around his cock.

Coach Blue gripped her tightly and fucked her tits furiously, desperately trying to get off before Paula walked in. Gretchen struggled to get free as the coach fucked her busty, slutty tits against her will.

"Let go!" she yelled.

She was still squirming when Coach Blue felt his balls tighten, and not long after that he was spurting shot after shot of hot jizz from between Gretchen's busty boobs. Her face got hit just as she was turning it, it hit her on the cheek. Another spurt went straight into her hair. Another hit her on the forehead.

She tried to get out of range of his spurting, but he was still holding on to her tightly. She felt his manhood cock itself again and again from inside her cleavage. Some of his seed landed on her shirt, which had been bunched around her neck above her rack, the rest came down like raining hot lava and covered her huge tits spurt by spurt.

"Ahhhhhh,” Coach Blue said in relief as he finally unloaded the last of his seed. He looked down and saw Gretchen's face and tits covered in his sperm and smiled.

"That pearl necklace looks good on you,” he said, finally letting go of her.

Gretchen got up off her knees.

"You asshole!" she said.

She stood there, her chest and face covered in his sperm, trying not to make more of a mess. She began to shake, infuriated. Coach Blue thought her face was going to turn red. Instead, she let out an infuriated (and very girly) grunt.

"Aaaaaggggggghhh!" she said, “My boobs are NOT your own personal cock-warmers! Do you hear me?" And with that she stormed out of the room.

"Right, right,” Coach Blue said, smiling, “This makes us even for the magazines!" he yelled after her, while pulling up his pants.

"Fuck you!" he heard her yell from the hallway.

He sat back down at the table just as Paula walked through the front door.

She put her purse down and walked over to the table. Coach Blue could hear the "clack clack" of high heels as she walked across the living room into the dining room.

"Feeling any better?" she asked, upon seeing Coach Blue in the kitchen.

"Yeah,” Coach Blue said, turning to face her, “Much - - " he stopped short as he saw Paula.

She was dressed in a dark blue and green plaid skirt with matching button up jacket, white pantyhose, and black high heels. The top two buttons of her jacket were undone (it would have been impossible to button them up), but she had somehow managed to button up the rest. The size of her rack, however, was threatening to bust those buttons right off. Coach Blue could see she had on no blouse, but she was wearing a black bra, he noticed, as she sat down.

She sat down opposite him and crossed her legs, causing her skirt to hike up and tighten.

"Pardon?" she said.

Coach Blue snapped out of his drooling daze. He looked at her face for the first time since she entered the room and noticed that she was wearing glasses. She looked like a naughty librarian, or a lusty secretary you might find in porn magazines.

"I feel much better,” Coach Blue stated.

"Good to hear,” Paula said, “I had a chance to speak with the faculty about letting you on. They seem very excited to be getting a new member."

"Yeah?" Coach Blue said, “About that - - I don't think I'm gonna be staying,” he said.

"Oh?" Paula asked, peering down at him through her glasses, “Why is that?"

The coach hesitated to answer. He thought about last night, and how it had been so difficult to keep from blowing his load. It had to have been because he was so sexually deprived. After all, it had been over a year since he'd had sex.

"It's just not a good time right now,” answered the coach.

"How about this - - " Paula proposed, leaning forward so her big tits bulged out in her bra and jacket, “Stay until tomorrow. See the sights. Check out the school. And if you still want to leave, then by all means."

"Okay - - " Coach Blue said to her cleavage.

Paula leaned back and smiled.

"Wonderful!" she said, “As soon as you get dressed, I can show you where you'd be staying. If you decide to stay that is."

"That sounds - - great,” he said, eyes glued to Paula's busty cleavage.

But unfortunately for him, the busty MILF stood up and left the room, leaving Coach Blue's eyes staring at her empty seat. He soon followed suit, but realized he didn't know where his clothes were. He walked down the hall to look for one of the two busty women.

He came across Paula standing before a door, and to his surprise, she was playing with her tits! He watched her intently, mouth agape as she stood there in the hallway feeling her own big, juicy jugs. His cock began to throb as he watched her. He noticed that she was fishing for a piece of jewellery that had been lost in her cleavage. It was part of a necklace she had around her neck.

As Paula reeled the necklace up, he could tell that it was a key. She separated the key from the necklace and used it to unlock the door she was standing before. After that, she walked in. Coach Blue walked down the hallway to the newly unlocked room.

Inside were tables piled with beakers, test tubes, and other scientific equipment. There were a couple of bookshelves and a few cabinets as well. Paula seemed to be searching in one of those cabinets. As Coach Blue walked over to her he caught a glimpse of what was in the cabinet. The blue liquid from his dream! There were test tubes filled with it!

He tapped Paula on the shoulder. Paula, startled, managed to turn around without dropping any of her equipment.

"Oh! Steven,” she said, “You startled me."

"Sorry about that,” Coach Blue said, “I was just wondering what you guys did with my clothes?"

"Oh yes of course,” Paula said, “The closet in the guest room. We washed them for you, so they're clean."

"Thanks a lot,” he answered, “What you got there?" he asked, pointing to the test tubes in her cabinet.

"Oh,” Paula said, “These are just vitamin water prototypes I've been working on. They're supposed to help keep you - - hydrated."

"Wow that's pretty cool,” Coach Blue responded, “I love vitamin water."

"Yes of course,” Paula said, “Oh I'm so sorry,” she added, “This is my lab. My home lab. I'm sorry for the mess, usually when I work from home I rarely ever clean up after myself."

"That's alright,” Coach Blue said, “You look busty - - I mean busy."

Paula gave a small giggle.

"I'd better, uh, go get dressed,” Coach Blue said, embarrassed.

He headed out of the room with his head hung.

Back in the living room, he met Gretchen. She didn't seem at all happy to see him.

"Still mad?" he asked her.

Gretchen looked at him. Then she shook her head and sighed, deeply.

"No - - I guess not,” she said, “Where are you headed?"

"I'm gonna go check out the town, school, and stuff. Maybe see where I'd be staying."

"That sounds cool,” Gretchen said, “I've got work, so I guess I'll see you later?"

"Yeah."

She gave the coach a hug. Coach Blue savored the feeling of her chest pressing into his.

Gretchen walked down the hall to her mother's lab, leaving Coach Blue to change in the guest room.

"I'm off to work,” she said to her mother.

Paula was busy rearranging and cleaning her supplies.

"Alright,” she answered, without looking up, “You didn't mention anything about the drug, did you?"

Gretchen glanced at the cabinet which held the blue-liquid-filled test tubes.

"No,” she said.

"Good,” answered Paula, “Then I'll see you when you get off."

"Okay,” Gretchen said. And with that she was out the door.

* * * * * * *

"The school provides its teachers with free housing,” Paula said. She was showing Coach Blue around in his new would-be home, “We also take care of all your moving needs, so you'll never have to leave or even lift a finger."

Coach Blue looked around. They were standing in the living room. It was built the same as the Swanson home, he noticed, and he guessed that a lot of the houses in the area were built like this being that they were all part of the school's housing development.

In fact, he wasn't too far from the Swanson home, or the school for that matter. At least, that's what he was told. It was within walking distance apparently.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Yoohoo!" came a voice from outside.

Coach Blue glanced at the door just in time to see it open. His jaw immediately dropped because in walked a big-breasted brunette with silky brown hair that hung down to her stomach. She had lighter skin than Paula, but her hair was slightly darker. She and Paula looked to be about the same age. She looked to weigh about 120 lbs, but ten of those pounds looked like they could easily be from her enormous boobs.

Her tits were covered by a pink top, which Coach Blue thought resembled a muscle shirt. The only differences were that it was a little thicker material, and much more frilly(it had all sorts of imprinted flower-like designs). The straps were also a little larger than the straps on most muscle shirts he wore.

Whatever material it was made of, it looked like it was on its last threads. Her giant hooters pressed against the inside of her top, and looked as if they were struggling to get some fresh air. Coach Blue was almost certain that she wasn't wearing a bra, as her nipples could be seen protruding from her frilly pink top.

But what turned him on most was the neckline. It showed off an impressive amount of cleavage. Coach Blue guessed that her tits were maybe a size smaller than Paula's massive jugs, but that still put her at least a DD. Her small frame and skinny waist also made them appear much bigger than they already were.

She also wore a pair of tight blue jeans which flowed all the way down her sexy thighs and managed to cover a portion of her platform shoes. They were skin tight, yet she still wore a belt, with a rather large belt buckle to boot. The jeans hugged her perfectly round ass and clung to it for dear life, fighting the same war with her butt that her top was fighting with her boobs. Both her pants and top looked to be losing.

Behind her stood a much younger but equally busty young girl. She, too, was brunette. Her hair was done in a way that it stood up, but Coach Blue could tell that if she let it fall it would go down a good deal, perhaps even to her butt.

He noticed that this girl did not have an ass as prominent as the other, older looking woman. She wore a black skirt, and although she did have what seemed to be a good shaped ass, it didn't balloon out as much as the other woman. She was also significantly shorter. Her legs however were very toned, and slender, as he could clearly see from the short skirt that she had on.

Her height only helped to accentuate her already busty frame. Her huge jugs protruded against a white tank top, and he could see that she was wearing a white sports bra as well due to the fact that they were both white and slightly see-through (enough to make out clothing, but not skin).

Although she was wearing two layers of fabric on her chest, her nipples were so hard they managed to poke through the clothing with ease. The straps of her tank top looked as if they were going to snap at any second. Her colossal boobs looked even more massive not simply because of her small frame, but her age as well. He guessed the girl to be the same cup size as the taller, older woman. And that made her all the more desirable to Coach Blue.

"Natalie!" Paula said, hurrying over to the older woman.

"Paula!" she answered, “I came as soon as I got your call."

The two women hugged. Their big tits pressed into each other and bulged out obscenely from the sides. Coach Blue had to resist the urge to whip it out right then and there.

"Is this our new co-worker?" asked the woman.

"Oh yes,” Paula answered, “Natalie, this is Coach Steven Blue. Coach, this is Natalie Knockers and her daughter Nina."

"Hi!" Natalie said with a wave, “It's so nice to finally meet you. Paula had only good things to say."

Coach Blue was surprised at that comment.

"I did my homework,” Paula said.

Coach Blue had trouble finding the right words with these three busty women in the room. He glanced from woman to woman, taking in the sight. When he got to Nina, he noticed that she was glaring at him. Finally, he looked back at Natalie.

"Thanks, I guess,” he said, “That's - - nice to know."

Paula stepped back from Natalie, disengaging their busty hug and pulling her big jugs away from her friend's.

"Natalie's a fellow teacher here in Breastford,” she said, “She's also the head of the neighborhood committee. Right, Nat?"

"Yup!" Natalie said with a smile, “And I'll be living right next door, so if you ever need anything I'd be happy to help."

"Don't get your hopes up, Nat. He might not be staying,” Paula stated, matter-of-factly.

Natalie looked at Coach Blue and gave a small pout.

"Aww,” she said, trailing her fingers up and down her busty chest, “And here Nina was looking forward to being on the basketball team. Well, I'm sure he'll change his mind when he sees a little - - more."

The coach's eyes lit up as he watched Natalie's fingers unblinkingly, her soft, thin hand travelled up and down her chest, trailing her fingers around on the outskirts of her big mountains. He tore his eyes away from her generous cleavage to look up at her face (to see if she noticed him staring), and the beautiful brunette winked at him.

Coach Blue shook his head from side to side, as if trying to clear his head of all ideas.

"That uh - - " he stuttered, “I - - I mean - - "

"Oh what's wrong, Coach?" Natalie asked him, “Nat got your tongue?"

He locked eyes with her. He felt as though this woman could see straight through him.

"I uh - - I think we should see more of the house,” he muttered.

"Of course,” Paula said, glaring at Natalie, “Nat, why don't you lead the way?"

She pointed in the direction of the kitchen with her head.

"Oh alright!" Natalie replied, looking slightly disappointed. She walked across the room with Paula following at her heels.

As they passed, Coach Blue glanced at Nina long enough to see her rolling her eyes at the two women. She still looked very stern.

He couldn't believe the size of Nina's boobs. Aside from that blond he had seen last night, they had to be the biggest boobs he'd ever seen on a girl her age. And she looked to be younger than the blond as well. He wondered if those knockers would do any more growing. Even if they didn't, he'd be perfectly content feasting on those big melons.

After about half an hour of touring and idle chit chat they were once again in the living room. Coach Blue had not heard a single word they had been saying. He wasn't even sure of what he had contributed conservation wise. His mind was on the three gorgeous pairs of tits that were before him, bouncing with each and every step. Particularly Nina's. He thought back to Gretchen's wet display back in the car and wished Nina would do something similar, as her big jugs were covered in white.

He was just thinking he was going to be sad when this tour ended when he heard Paula say: "Nat, can I speak with you outside for a moment?'

She then glanced over at Coach Blue.

"Neighborhood business, hun. You understand,” she said.

"Absolutely,” Coach Blue replied.

Natalie looked over at her daughter, who had not said a word the entire time. Her face was still as stern as ever, and her eyes had that teenage "I hate everything" look in them.

"Keep the good coach company,” she said, “I'll be right back."

Nina failed to give any sort of clue as to whether or not she had acknowledged her mother's request. Despite this, Natalie and Paula still walked outside.

Coach Blue began to fidget a little. He took a few small steps, breathed deeply, and swung his arms along with his walking. Finally, he faced the young busty girl and put his hands in his pockets.

The entire time he was fidgeting, Nina simply stood there with her arms crossed. For as thin as they were, her arms did a pretty good job of obscuring his view of her massive rack. Her huge mammaries pressed into her thin arms with such great force that they managed to spill and overflow over her small arms. It would have been easy to spot her nipples through the white bra and tank top, but her arms were just big enough to hide them.

She watched Coach Blue as he fidgeted, her thin arms crossed over her massive bust. Her eyes were attempting to pierce him, it seemed, and her thin lips stayed shut never saying a word.

It was Coach Blue who finally broke the silence.

"So are you going to try out for the basketball team?" he asked, somewhat nervous.

Nina glared at him a minute longer. Her slender legs stayed put, her short black skirt never even moved in hesitation. Her eyes were still burning a hole through the nervous coach.

"No,” she said.

"Oh,” Coach Blue responded, a little surprised, “Sorry to hear that. You look like you'd make a decent ball player."

"Oh I will,” Nina said.

The coach scratched his head in confusion.

"I'm sorry,” he said, “Didn't you just say - - “

"I'm not going to try out,” she cut him off, “But you will put me on the team."

Coach Blue thought for a moment. Then he understood.

"I'm sorry,” he said, “I didn't realize you're school was opposed to tryouts. I'm sorry if that's not what you're used to, but that is nevertheless how I will be running the program if I take the job. I'm sorry, but I just can't give you a spot on the team if you don't tryout."

"I don't think you understand,” said the busty young brunette as she took a step closer to him, “You WILL give me a spot on the team."

"And why's that?" asked the coach.

Nina unfolded her arms, letting her huge hooters bounce free from her grip inside her bra and tank top. She raised her arms over her busty rack and pointed down to each of her big boobs.

"Because if you give me that," she said, “I'll give you these."

* * * * * * *

Outside, Paula Swanson and Natalie Knockers were deep in conversation.

"Because as of right now, his tolerance level is much too high,” Paula said.

"Geez Paula,” Natalie replied, “How much of the stuff did you give him?"

"Not a lot,” Paula said, “But he exhibited a gross amount of tolerance before that as well."

Natalie was staring off into space.

"So what are you saying?" she asked, still dazed, “He's going to be - - normal?"

"Yes,” Paula answered, “At least until tomorrow when the formula wears off."

"So it's not a big deal then,” Natalie stated.

"I wouldn't be so sure,” Paula said, “There hasn't been a - - normal man here in quite some time. This could have unpredictable results."

"What do you mean?" Natalie asked.

"He could still get his hands on - - well - - anyone. We have to take measures to ensure that it's not the girls."

"Just his hands?" Natalie asked, in a half giggle.

"That's not funny,” Paula said.

"Well - - " Natalie pondered, “He's inside with Nina right now. If anyone can tire him out, it's her. Remember Jeff, before he passed? The poor guy saw Nina walking down the street and started going to town on himself right then and there."

"Look,” Paula said, “I realize your daughter is a young little bombshell, but I just don't think that will be enough."

"Oh please,” Natalie replied, “Every guy who comes here thinks that he can score just like that,” she snapped her fingers, “He's just like all the others. He'll be in such a hurry to take his pants off, and even more of a hurry to spend himself."

"I don't know - - " Paula replied.

"Trust me,” Natalie said, “We'll be exchanging coaches before you know it."

"I hope you're right,” Paula replied, “Although, part of me hopes we could just find the right guy already."

"Maybe once we're done with him, we could try another gay guy?" Natalie asked.

"No - - " Paula said, “I've done enough research on the homosexual male to form a valid hypothesis. None of them will work."

"Yeah,” Natalie said, “I think Jeff was gay before he came to Breastford."

The two women laughed.

Inside, however, there was little to laugh about.

* * * * * * *

"WHAT?" Nina asked of him, strictly.

She was caught completely by surprise. Her expression had changed from stern to angry to almost worried when she heard Coach Blue's response.

"I said you'll have to tryout just like everyone else,” Coach Blue repeated.

Nina glared at the coach. She didn't understand. Usually, guys not only jumped at the chance to make a deal like this, but they also had already exploded on themselves when they heard her mention her boobs. There was no mistaking the bulge in his pants. Why was there no wet spot? Was he slow? She sloughed it off as a fluke and decided to move on with her bribe.

"Let me make this clear,” she said, stepping closer to the hunky coach, “I'll lift up my shirt here and now if you say you'll put me on the team."

She gripped the bottom of her tank top.

Coach Blue glared at her as sternly as she had been glaring at him. There was a little voice inside his head saying "Do it! Look at the size of those things! If she'll let you see them, maybe she'll let you do other things to them. What are you waiting for?"

He was certain he had the confidence to feel up this busty teen while her mother was just outside, after all, he had already had his way with Gretchen.

But no.

Something told him that it wouldn't be so easy. Maybe it was how she held herself. He knew that even if he got to see those big melons of hers, there was no chance she'd let him touch them. But even so - - just seeing them - -

He had a feeling that had Nina been at the Swanson home last night, or on the street, or at the store, or anywhere he had been for that matter, there was no way on Earth he could resist. He could feel that about her, she had a certain - - sex appeal.

But today - - today he was feeling much better than he did last night. He had much more control over himself. He was no longer weak. He could say no, he could resist. But was this the result of pride? Or stupidity? It was a very fine line. He knew that there were definitely more tits to be had, just as the name "Breastford" implied. But with a name like Nina Knockers - - he knew that he'd be missing out on something spectacular also.

He finally decided that if he said “no” right now, one of two things would happen. Either she would have to try out, in which case he'd get to watch her bounce those big basketballs of hers anyway. Or (and this is what he hoped for) she would have to offer him something more. The only problem with this was that hole in the first option, where he wouldn't get to see her topless.

After some painful consideration, he finally decided to roll the dice and go for broke.

"Let me make myself clear,” he said, “You - - will - - have - - to - - try - - out."

Nina looked at the coach.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" Nina asked, “I will show you my boobs, right now, and all you have to do is say you'll put me on the team."

She was starting to get frustrated. Not only did men usually cave by now, but they also had spent a huge load. Many of them wouldn't recover for the rest of the day.

Coach Blue looked at her face, trying his best not to look at her big rack, but her massive hooters were so big that it didn't matter which direction he looked, he would still manage to see them bulging. He would have been happy to cum right then and there, but if he ever wanted a chance at scoring with those tits first hand he was going to have to let them go for now.

"I understand what you're saying,” he said, “But the answer is still no. I'm sorry, I just can't put you on the team without seeing you try out."

Nina stepped back. Things like this had happened before, at the store. But never here in town. It was rare that a guy needed extra motivation in Breastford, in fact, it had never happened to her. She began to contemplate using desperate measures, no matter how embarrassing it seemed. She didn't want to, but she couldn't deny that even the most strong-willed men wouldn't last long in Breastford once they got a look at her eye-popping twins.

One guy was lucky enough to last a full minute, but the sexual overload was too much for him. He ended up spewing the biggest load of his life (literally) and dying of dehydration.

She knew what she had to do, although she hated to do it. She finally decided that if Coach Blue died after seeing her big jugs it was no big deal, they could always just find another coach. The other girls would be mad at her if they found out, but she would deal with that when and if it occurred.

"Oh - - " Nina said, gripping the bottom of her tank top again, “You can, and you will,” she said as she began lifting her shirt up over her chest.

But just as she was about to expose her full, ripe melons, the door opened and both Natalie and Paula walked in.

Nina quickly pulled her shirt back down, Coach Blue turned around to face the two women, who were laughing and smiling at each other as they walked in.

"So - - " Natalie said, “Did you two get to know each other a little better?"

Coach Blue was about to open his mouth to speak, but Nina beat him to the punch.

"Yeah,” she said, “We talked about how we're both looking forward to the upcoming season. Coach Blue said he was going to put me on the team. Didn't you, Coach?"

She looked at Coach Blue with that stern look again.

"I uh - - "

Natalie interrupted his befuddlement.

"Is that true Coach? And without watching her play? Oh my I'm so proud of you Nina! Well I suppose this calls for a celebration. I know! Why don't you come over for dinner this evening, Coach?"

"You don't understand,” Coach Blue responded, “Nina's not - - “

"Oh come now,” Natalie said, “You can tell us all about your plans for the team at dinner."

Coach Blue looked at the three women. Natalie seemed eager to have him coming over. He didn't want to disappoint her. On the other hand, he wasn't sure if it would be fine by Paula either.

"I think that's a great idea,” Paula said to both Natalie and Coach Blue, “In fact, why don't we all have dinner together? It would give us an opportunity to talk, Coach, and get to know each other a little more."

"Lovely!" Natalie said, “I'll see you both tonight then. Let's go Nina."

Nina looked over at Coach Blue and smiled at him, sweetly.

"Buh-bye!" she said, giving him a small wave.

"You little bi - - “

But he was cut off just as the door closed.

And just like that, the Knockers were gone.