To Bask In Breastford Chapter 9

To Bask In Breastford by bustyalix

CHAPTER NINE

"Steven! Steven! Oh good, you're awake."

Coach Blue awoke to the sound of his wife's voice. It took him a while to realize he was lying on the couch. As he sat up, he realized he had a splitting headache. He gripped his head and breathed in and out, letting the pain die down. When it finally did, he opened his eyes to see his wife walking towards him.

"You slept right through breakfast, honey,” she said.

"I - - did?" Coach Blue asked, confused.

"Honey, I'm sorry about last night." Laura said, “You must have really been feeling bad to have slept on the couch."

"Well,” Coach Blue said, standing up, “What can I say?"

Laura looked at him and smiled.

"I set your clothes out for you. They'll be ready as soon as you get out of the shower."

She stood up and brushed up against him.

"Would you like me to join you?" she asked.

Coach Blue's heart sank to the pit of his stomach. He could think of a hundred things he would rather do than see his wife naked, and they were all probably waiting for him at the school.

School!

"What time is it?" he asked, trying his best not to smile at the subject's timing.

"Half an hour til." Laura said, “We can still get a quickie in."

She tried to brush up against her husband yet again, but hit only air as he backed away.

"No can do, dear,” he said, “I've got to get their early - - to uhhh - - prepare for classes."

Laura frowned at the news.

"Oh,” she said, “That's okay then. Maybe when you get back."

"Yeah,” Coach Blue said, “Let's hope."

He turned around and walked towards the bathroom. He felt like a man discovering a new life. He smiled at the bullet he had just dodged. He smiled at his new life. He smiled at his great luck. He smiled at his great health. He smiled at his penis, which showed no signs of inadequacy. But most of all, he smiled at what awaited him.

* * * * * * * * * *

Coach Blue sat back in his office, eagerly awaiting his first class. He was to coach only two classes throughout the day, one of which took place in the afternoon. The other, which took place in the morning, was a standard physical education class. The afternoon class, however, was athletics. This was the one most of the girls from the first class would be pining over. It was the class the basketball team would hold its practices.

Each class was expected to hold-upwards of thirty or more girls. He was told, though, that many of the girls in athletics would consist of the same girls who were in physical education. That was fine by Coach Blue, “As long as I can watch them bounce those basketballs,” he had said.

The bell rang. Coach Blue's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of doors opening in the hallways, and the echo of footsteps coming from the hall. Not long after that he heard the locker room door swing open again and again. He heard the slamming of lockers through the thin walls of his office. He could even make out muffled conversation and other noises, though he paid no attention to that.

He decided it was time to take the gym. Much of his morning had been spent maintaining the gym floors, organizing his office, and generally getting prepared. But the entire morning had been spent waiting for this moment. He stepped out of his office and walked towards the gym. He opened the door with the sign on it (which he had posted) and stepped on to the gym floor. He waited.

Soon the door to the gym swung open, and in walked a petite redhead followed closely by a petite brunette. Both were very, very stacked. They walked towards the center of the gym where Coach Blue was standing and stood a few feet away, side by side.

"Um - - is this right?" asked the redhead.

Coach Blue looked at them both. They were absolutely stunning. Hourglass figures, smooth faces, long slender legs, and best of all - - huge breasts. He guessed both girls to be at least DD's.

"Yes - - that's perfect,” Coach Blue said, doing his best to hide his growing erection.

Soon more and more girls entered. They stood side by side, surrounding him. There were blonds, brunettes, redheads, short girls, tall girls, girls with dyed hair, girls that wore glasses, girls who looked shy, girls who looked outspoken, and not a one of them seemed to be less than a D cup. Soon the girls had formed a perfect circle around him. Standing side by side, it seemed as though they were displaying their breasts to them as proudly as they could. Coach Blue looked from busty girl to busty girl, wondering which of them he would most like to have. He hesitated a little when he noticed Nina standing with her arms crossed. The girls standing next to her seemed to be giggling and engaging in conversation, including Gretchen, but Nina had a look of boredom on her face.

Coach Blue continued to check them out. So many girls! He had no idea where to start. He figured it would come in due time. Eventually, he planned to get to know each and every girl here personally.

The gym was filled with the sounds of girlish giggles, and the mingling of teenagers. Coach Blue heard himself referred to a couple of times. That was his cue to shut them up.

"Listen up!" he yelled.

He waited, and slowly but surely the noises died down.

"My name is Coach Blue,” he said, “As you are aware, I'm new here. However, don't think that I am a pushover. Over the next few months, you girls will learn exactly what it takes to make it in the wide world of sports."

He paused for dramatic effect.

"This class has an upwards of thirty potential ball players,” he announced, “Out of those thirty, eleven will make the varsity team. Out of those eleven, five will start. Out of those five, one will make MVP."

Coach Blue continued.

"They key, ladies, is effort. How bad do you want it? What will you do to obtain it? What will you sacrifice?"

As he looked from each busty pair to the next, he became distracted. His erection was growing and growing, and he was sure there was not a one of them here that wouldn't notice. He was, after all, literally the center of attention. He did his best to continue with his speech and keep his hard-on at bay.

"Today will mainly focus on getting to know where you are as a group. Over time, I will get to know each of you as individuals. For now I would like you all to split up on either side of the court and start bouncing those basketballs."

Some of the girls giggled at this comment.

"I mean, take shots,” Coach Blue corrected himself, “Just shoot around so I can watch - - er, I mean - - so I can observe you."

He walked towards a pair of boobs that belonged to a petite brunette. Beside her was an equally petite blond with dirty streaks in her hair. Unfortunately for the blonde, her rack wasn't nearly as big as the brunette's.

"Could you excuse me, ladies?" Coach Blue asked upon reaching them.

"So soon?" the brunette asked, teasingly, “And it's Jessica."

"Jessica,” Coach Blue said, “I need to get through. If you don't mind?"

He gestured for her to move.

Jessica complied, although she never took her eyes off her new coach.

Coach Blue squeezed through the wall of busty women and walked towards a basket of balls, which he wheeled to the edge of the court.

"Grab a ball and begin shooting,” he said.

The girls walked over to the cart and one by one they picked up a ball and carried it with them back on to the court. Coach Blue observed them as they did so, taking note of how they handled their basketballs, as well as the basketballs in the cart.

As Jessica grabbed a ball, Coach Blue heard her mutter to her blond friend.

"I bet he'd start shooting if I grabbed his ball,” she said.

Both she and her friend giggled as they made their way back to the court.

As Nina took a ball from the cart, Coach Blue greeted her with a friendly “Hello.”

"Hmmmph" was her only response.

Gretchen was not far behind her.

"Don't mind her,” she said as she fetched a basketball, “She likes to maintain a certain image."

"Oh,” Coach Blue said. He leaned in a little closer to Gretchen, “Hey, about last night - - "

"I pulled you in,” Gretchen said, “You were completely out, and I couldn't just leave you on the porch."

Coach Blue nodded, and then gestured for Gretchen to begin her shoot around.

It wasn't long before Coach Blue saw the familiar pairs of Brittany and Brooke.

They were quietly muttering to each other as they approached Coach Blue and the basket of balls. He heard them giggle as they made their way back to the court.

Before long only one girl was left. She looked to be a loner. She had jet black hair that flowed down passed her shoulders, black eyeliner, and a pale face. Her breasts were so big they were stretching the fabric of her school issued gym uniform. Granted, all the girls' breasts were big enough to stretch the fabric. But this girl was one of the few Coach Blue actually thought could rip the top right off if she breathed wrong.

He began walking around, watching each busty teen as they took their shots. He was especially having fun watching their huge jugs bounce around inside their shirts and sports bras. Everywhere he looked he saw nipples protruding through the tops of big breasted teens, and he was sure there were a few that didn't have a bra on.

His attention turned to Brooke Biguns and her friend, the busty blonde Brittany. It suddenly occurred to him that he had not had a blonde since he got to Breastford, nor could he remember the last time he was with a blonde in his life. He was certainly in the mood for one now. Or two, as was the case of the two busty blondes Brooke and Brittany.

As he watched the two make their shots he saw that neither one of them was any good. They had seemed somewhat better last night, but on the other hand he had been watching the basketballs underneath their shirts. In fact, none of the girls here seemed to be any good, with the exception of a couple. Nina Knockers seemed to be holding her own quite nicely.

He decided to head over to the two blondes and give them a few pointers.

"And what's your name?" he asked the first blonde.

"Brooke,” she said, “Brooke Biguns."

Brooke looked at him with the face of an angel. Her brown eyes teased him with their very existence, as did her beautifully endowed body.

"And you are - - ?" he asked, turning his attention to Brittany.

"Brittany,” she replied, “Brittany Bust."

She turned to her friend and the two of them gave a slight giggle.

"Are you going to help us with our form, Coach?" Brooke asked, turning around.

As she did so, Coach Blue had a great view of her behind, the very behind he had been somewhat obsessed with last night.

"The thought had crossed my mind - - " he said, staring at Brooke's tight little ass. Her buns made the short shorts she had on scream for mercy, and their roundness was enough to make a priest lose his religion.

He stepped forward, slowly pushing his pelvis against Brooke. He reached forward and took her hands. He placed them on the basketball the way he expected her to hold it.

"Now - - " he said, “When you shoot, you have to bend your knees slightly."

"Like this?" Brooke asked, bending her knees.

The motion caused her beautiful butt to balloon out into Coach Blue's aching bulge. Coach Blue instinctively ground into her just a little bit, just shy of being playful.

Coach Blue was in the middle of keeping his erection down when Brittany stepped forward. She ground her chest into both Coach Blue and Brooke from their sides, coaxing a small moan from Coach Blue as he felt her giant melons bulge against the side of his body.

"I want a lesson too - - " she said, taking Coach Blue's hand and placing it on her own luscious rear.

Coach Blue instinctively squeezed her soft, supple ass-cheek and pulled her to him a little tighter as he ground his aching rod against Brooke's lovely teen ass. He gripped Brooke's right ass-cheek with his other hand and pulled both her and Brittany closer to him as he ground into Brooke.

He began to moan, but suddenly stopped himself as he remember where he was. On top of that, some of the other girls had taken to staring. And to make matters worse, he felt he was on the edge of orgasm. He backed away from the girls and quickly made his way to his office.

Once inside he opened the mini-fridge he had requested and pulled out an icepack. He placed it on the bulge in his pants and sat down.

"C'mon Steven,” he said to himself, “You can do this. Just take it one step at a time. Baby steps."

And with that, he got up and walked out the door to begin round two.

He got up and made his way to the center of the gym floor where he stood watching each busty girl as they took their shots. Before long, his head was filled with a sense of relaxation and comfort. He felt as though he had his eyes closed and was floating on a sea of soft, pillowy clouds. But in this case, his eyes were wide open, and staring at a sea of soft, pillowy melons. All around him they were bouncing, jiggling, swarming, making it hard for him to focus, and yet somehow clearing his head. He felt as if taking one step would cause his penis to explode. The events of now seemed to coincide with his anticipation, and the sexual strain was almost more than he could bear. All the while his erection grew, throbbed, and even spasmed. He was almost there - -

RING!

The bell managed to knock him out of his trance.

The girls walked towards the cart and began putting away their basketballs.

"Remember!" Coach Blue yelled, “Any girl wishing to join the basketball team MUST show up for afternoon practice. No exceptions. Thank you ladies!"

He heard a few "you're welcomes" and couldn't decide if there were hints of sarcasm embedded in their voices.

Once the last girl was gone, Coach Blue began to limp towards his office. As he entered, he shut the door behind him. He had just sat down when he heard a knock at the door.

"Come in!" he shouted.

The door opened slowly, and in walked the busty friends Brittany and Brooke.

"Well hello ladies,” Coach Blue said, scooting his chair into the desk to hide his erection, “What can I do for you?"

The two blondes walked in, a little nervously, and stood side by side. Coach Blue could see them trying to hold back giggles as their legs fidgeted, their chests, however, proudly stood at attention. He had to fidget a little himself to keep his erection under control, especially since he could clearly make out their hard nipples poking through their bras and shirts.

"Um - - hey Coach." Brittany finally spoke up, “We were just um - - wondering - - who you were going to put on the team."

Once she said it, she let a small laugh escape her lips. Brooke joined her in her girlish laughter. The two of them were acting like a couple of giddy schoolgirls.

"Brittany? Was it?" he asked.

"Yes,” she nodded, “Brittany Bust."

"Well, Miss Bust," he glanced at her huge rack as he said that, "It's still too early to tell."

He was having trouble finding the right words to say to the two busty beauties. Under his desk his dick was throbbing inside his gym shorts. He could feel a small wet spot forming where some precum managed to escape.

All of a sudden, the laughter stopped. The two girls looked at him with serious faces.

"Put us on the team." Brooke said.

Coach Blue coughed in surprise.

"Erm - - excuse me?" he said.

Brooke and Brittany looked at each other, then they turned and walked on either side of his desk until they were standing on either side of them. Coach Blue leaned forward, desperately trying to keep his aching erection from view, but it was no use.

To his surprise, the girls didn't say anything. He felt no embarrassment whatsoever. In fact, he hardly felt anything at all. He felt relaxed. He felt relaxed with these two busty blondes standing just a few feet from either side of him. His pants, however, were anything but.

The girls stepped a little closer to Coach Blue, until they were just inches away. They bent down, lowering their bodies until their faces were at his face level. Coach Blue couldn't help but watch the way their big boobs bulged from inside their cloth prisons, being so close after all.

"Put us on the team - - " Brooke repeated, “And we'll give you anything you want."

Their mouths were just a few inches from his. Their lips slowly swarmed around his face. The girls each raised their bodies slightly, until their proud chests were at his eye level. Their huge racks began to swarm around his face slightly. Coach Blue could see the movements of their stacked chests as they moved up and down with their breathing. His cock began to pulse very fast - -

"Anything - - " Brittany repeated.

"Oh - - oh - - Oh God!" he said, as he felt his cock beginning to erupt.

He did his best to try and hide the fact that he was ejaculating prematurely, but it was blatantly obvious. To his surprise, neither girl made any sudden movements of surprise or shock. Rather they just stood there, their chests heaving just before him, coaxing many spurts of his rod.

His orgasm hit him so hard that he began to spasm slightly in his chair. Each shot from his erupting dick caused his legs to stiffen up, and his back to arch upwards. To his left he could see Brittany, her huge boobs just inches from his face as she watched him cum. On his right, Brooke had a somewhat bored expression on her face. It was as if the two of them expected this to happen, and they were simply waiting for the next part.

"Why don't you take some time, and think about it?" Brooke said, her massive jugs pulling away from him as she stood up.

"Wa-wai - - “ Coach Blue put a hand up to stop her, but his orgasm was making it difficult to control his actions. He quickly looked to his left, but Brittany was also getting ready to leave.

As the two of them reached the door, Brooke turned the knob and opened it. She then stepped just outside the doorway. Brittany, however, turned around to say something.

"If you think of anything you'd like us to do - - and I do mean anything - - just let us know. See ya around, Coach!" she said, giving the coach one final wave.

"Wait!" Coach Blue yelled.

But it was too late. The door had already shut. On the other side, however, he was certain he heard giggling.

The afternoon wore on uneventfully. Had he had his way, he would've been cruising the halls looking for any and all boob-meat he could possibly find. But as it were Evelyn had members of the staff check on him every now and then. At one point, she even stopped by herself to ask if there were any "talented individuals" among the bunch to which Coach Blue replied "a couple."

And so it was that the coach was left to actually perform the duties allotted to him, rather than scoping out the local talent. Just as well, he thought, as he wasn't sure he was properly prepared for the next class. Odd as it seemed, his body and mind seemed to be fighting over whether or not he was looking forward to it. But prepared or not, like it or not, basketball practice was well underway.

For a while he ran on autopilot, but the initial reaction he gave when the girls entered was the same as it had been that morning. Now, however, his body seemed to be reacting on its own without his mind's consent. He realized he had a huge boner jutting out from his shorts only after several looks, points, and giggles from the girls. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he seemed to be aware of pleasurable feeling. It was as if his body registered only the pleasure, or perhaps it was that the pain caused him to go numb. Either way, these thoughts of his ceased about halfway through practice. Upon seeing Nina Knockers' big knockers bounce uncontrollably after a jump shot (and praying that they bounced right out of her shirt), Coach Blue felt like he had gotten a second wind.

He walked over to Nina.

"Nice form,” he said.

Nina took an eye off the hoop and glanced at him.

"That's not my form you're looking at,” she said, throwing the ball in the air.

Coach Blue's eyes were glued to her ginormous chest where “Breastford" was printed neatly on her top, however, it was illegible due to the vast stretching caused by her awesome rack. Her massive jugs ballooned outward, causing the writing on her chest to become a mass of squiggly lines.

"Well, I'm not seeing them, yet - - " Coach Blue said.

He could hear the faint "swish" of the ball going through the net. As the ball hit the ground and bounced back towards her, Nina reached out for it.

"And you never will,” she stated.

"C'mon, Nina,” Coach Blue said.

Nina gave the coach a stern look. Her eyes looked straight through him as she tucked the ball under her arm.

"If you'll excuse me," she said, turning around, “I've got some practicing to do."

She started to walk away, leaving Coach Blue to stare at her beautiful ass as she did so. More importantly, he could make out a little side boob as she walked away. Her back was to him, but her breasts were so enormous that they could be seen jutting out from the sides of her body.

"God damn!" Coach Blue said to himself, “Now those are some tits."

Seeing Nina's big knockers walk away from him had left him in the mood for some serious boobage. He had to get his hands on a pair, or maybe two pairs, he thought as he glanced in the direction of Brooke and Brittany.

The blonde bosom buddies were shooting around on the other side of the court. Coach Blue felt certain he had a shot with these two babes, being as they had already said they would do anything to get on the team. And now that he was back in full swing he knew exactly what he wanted them to do.

He could see the girls' blond hair bouncing as both had their hair done in ponytails. Not to mention - -

"Ladies!" he said upon reaching them, “How are you this afternoon?"

The two girls stopped shooting and turned around to face their new coach.

"Fine, Coach." Brittany giggled.

"Good, good,” Coach Blue said, “Well if you two really want to make the team, I thought of something you could do for me."

Brooke let her basketball fall to the floor and stood by her friend. She and Brittany were identical in size and shape. Even their hair color was the same. Their faces, though similar, showed vast differences not in looks, but in attitude. Brittany had a sexy, supermodel face that screamed she was innocent even though it admitted that she wasn't. Brooke, however, had long eyelashes and the eyes of a girl that truly was innocent.

"Oh?" Brooke asked, “And what's that?"

Coach Blue eyed their big, beautiful, bulging breasts.

"Oh not much,” he said, “Just show me a few things."

Brooke and Brittany eyed each other.

"Okay." Brittany said, “We can do that."

"Great,” Coach Blue said, enthusiastically, “I'll see you two after class."

As he turned to walk away, he turned back around.

"And don't forget to bring your basketballs,” he added, leaving the two busty beauties shrugging their shoulders.

* * * * * * * *

Coach Blue could hardly contain his erection as practice wore on. There were a few times when he thought he wasn't going to make it, but the thought of seeing Brooke and Brittany's huge pairs was more than enough to keep him from stroking himself. Well, almost.

He had it all planned out. He would watch on eagerly as the two big-titted teens took their tops off. He would see their bare breasts in all their busty beauty. Then, when he'd had an eyeful of their handfuls he would remark on how hard their huge racks were making him. If they didn't get the hint he would simply remind them that if they wanted to be on the team, they had to do him this one favor. After they nodded in agreement all he would have to do is sit back and enjoy these two hooterific blondes as they massaged and sucked their way on the basketball team. And with any luck, he'd be tapping their fine asses that same afternoon.

Needless to say, once the practice was over he practically sprinted to his office. While the girls had been leaving, he'd barely had enough time to shout "good practice" before they all turned their backs. The one good thing about that was, of course, that there was no one left. And no one to distract him.

His dick was dripping with precum as he ran to his office. He quickly ran behind his desk and sat down in his chair. He leaned back, and noticed that his boner was jutting out towards the ceiling, almost level with his desk. He wondered if that would offend the girls. He shifted around, preparing himself for one of the best dual blowjobs of his life for some ten minutes before he heard a knock at the door.

"Come in!" he yelled.

The door opened, and in walked the two busty blondes, Brittany Bust and Brooke Biguns, for the second time that day. They wore the same school issued gym clothing as all the other girls. Like Nina, the letter's on their tees were obscured by the vast amount of tit-flesh buried beneath them. Unlike Nina, however, their chests were just a bit smaller.

The girls walked in and made their way to the two brand new chairs Coach Blue had set out in front of his desk earlier that day. They each sat down and got relaxed.

"Hello, Coach." Brooke said, shooting him a somewhat seductive look.

"You wanted to see us?" Brittany asked.

Coach Blue could hardly contain his excitement. As he leaned back in his chair he began to wonder if he could make it to the blowjob.

"Actually," Coach Blue replied, “I wanted to see your basketballs."

The two girls looked at each other. Brittany started to stand up.

"I left them out on the floor, sorry!" she said.

She pulled Brooke by the arm and pulled her to her feet.

"Actually," Coach Blue said, stopping them, “I meant those basketballs."

He pointed at their chests, respectively.

Both Brittany and Brooke looked at their own chests, then at each other's. Not long after, they broke out in laughter.

Coach Blue watched them laugh, somewhat confused. But the presence of their huge sweater meats was more than enough to sustain his confusion. The laughter died down, and as the two girls noticed that Coach Blue wasn't laughing they looked at each other again.

"Wait, Brit," Brooke spoke, “I think he's - - serious!"

She looked at her friend, and then back at Coach Blue.

"You're serious - - right?" she asked him.

"Oh yeah,” Coach Blue stated.

The two girls looked at each other yet again. Now they were the ones confused. It was Brittany who broke the ice.

"You gotta give the guy credit,” she said to her friend, “The other's didn't make it this far."

She flashed Brooke a sexy smile. Brooke blinked for a second, then caught on and returned the smile.

"So - - you wanna see our big, bouncy basketballs, Coach?" she asked.

"Hell yeah!" Coach Blue exclaimed.

His cock was dripping with precum from the excitement. The best part, no pain whatsoever.

"Stay there." Brittany said, “We'll bring them to you."

She and Brooke each walked on either side of the coach's desk, to either side of his chair just as they had done previously. Only this time, they lifted their gray blouses up above their head as they did so exposing their gray sports bras to the horny coach.

Coach Blue licked his lips as he watched the two bra-clad teens approach him on either side. He could see their hard nipples, rock hard as they pressed into the fabric of their sports bras. Their jugs were so massive that they forced the bras to stretch and take the shape of their perfect balloon-shaped boobs. The fabric was fighting a valiant battle atop their gorgeous chests, but it seemed both bras were losing the battle for their breasts.

Coach Blue felt a sharpness surge through his body as he saw the two big boobed hotties reach behind them and unclasp their bras. He heard the snap of their bras coming undone, and without warning, he began to cum.

As Brooke and Brittany made their way around his desk, they saw that what was left of the bulge in his pants pulsing slightly. Soon after, they saw a wet spot form.

Coach Blue looked up at the two busty beauties, he was still ejaculating. He was confused. He hadn't even felt like cumming. There was no pulsing or throbbing, there was only - -

The two girls saw this and took note of it. They threw a couple of fake pouts at their coach and slowly backed away, fastening their bras as they did so.

"Wait!" Coach Blue said, “Wait! I can - - I can - - "

He felt his orgasm ending. He didn't want the same thing that had happened this morning to happen again. He forced himself to stare at the two gorgeous racks in front of him, and focused on getting hard again.

"Just give me - - a - - minute - - " he panted.

Brittan looked at Brooke, and the two of them walked over to Coach Blue yet again. They lowered their bodies so that they were at his level.

"You don't get it, do you?" Brooke said, “This is as far as you get."

Coach Blue panted slowly. His eyelids were growing unbearably heavy.

"But you said - - anything,” he said.

"And you said you'd put us on the team. And you will." Brittany said, “Or you can forget about any more of - - this."

She pointed to his wet spot.

"I just wanna see - - " Coach Blue muttered.

"Yeah, you wanna see. He wanted to see, they all wanted to see." Brittany said, “But you can't. And you won't."

"But - - wha - - wha?"

Brittany looked at her friend. She winked at her, and the two of them shared a quick smile. They lowered their chests down to his eye level.

"You wanna see these?" Brittany asked, gripping her big boobs in each hand.

Coach Blue nodded. Somehow he just didn't have the strength to talk. His cock was still aching from the aftermath of his eruption, but he wasn't about to let that stop him from seeing two of the biggest pairs of basketballs in the gym.

Brooke giggled.

"Oh Coach!" she said, bouncing her massive tits around insider her sports bra, “That was ALL the convincing we needed! Your words just make us want to RIP off our bras and show you our BIG tits!"

Brittany decided to take her cue.

"Oh yeah!" she exclaimed, “You are so hot! You're so hot it makes us want to show you our big tits! Should we, Brooke?"

"I don't see why not. After all, he is just so special,” she said, sarcastically.

Coach Blue registered the sarcasm dripping from their words, but he was too enthralled by their dual cleavage to care. He'd never been this tired after an orgasm, but then again, it was rare that he had two in one day. Or - - it used to be.

He felt his eyelids give way once or twice. They seemed to be growing more and more weary with every squeeze the girls gave to their firm, ripe melons. He heard the double snap of their bras as they unfastened them, and when he was able to keep his pants from getting any wetter he knew it wouldn't be long before he saw their huge tits in the flesh.

"Wow!" he thought to himself. The straps from the back of both bras were dangling on the sides of each girl's busty rack. Coach Blue saw this and noted that the only thing keeping the cups of their bras over their perfect breasts were the straps over their shoulders.

His eyelids closed yet again.

"Just a little - - longer," thought the spent coach.

But in the back of his mind, he knew that he wouldn't be opening them again. Just before he faded into total darkness, he saw both girls reach up to the cups of their bra and begin to pull them away from their chests. Unfortunately, he did not get to see them finish.

The sweet, girlish voice of Brooke Biguns was the last thing he heard.

"Nighty night, Coach."

* * * * * * * * * *

It was dark.

The last thing he remembered was the sexy voice of Brooke Biguns. He had been just moments away from seeing her and her friends huge hooters and spending some quality time with them, and he couldn't believe he had blown it. He couldn't even believe he had blown it before passing out!

The last thing he remembered seeing was their bras lifting off their enormous chests by a few centimeters. Those thin fabrics were like the pearly gates preventing him access into Heaven. And anytime he found some way around them, he always got shot back down to Earth.

"Damn!" he said, sitting up.

As he did so, he realized he had been lying on a couch. He squinted, and as his eyes became accustomed to the darkness he could tell that he was still in his office. He swung his legs off the couch and stood up, but just as he took a step for the door he heard a voice:

"I hope you were only sleeping."

Startled, Coach Blue turned around. He could make out a shadowy figure sitting in his chair at his desk.

"Wha - - who are you?" he said.

"Because if this was anything else I'm not sure your wife would approve,” the voice said.

"Samantha?" Coach Blue asked.

"Yes,” she said, getting up from his chair. She walked around the desk, passed him, and flicked on the light.

"What business is it of yours?" Coach Blue asked, defensively.

"Well, none, I should say." Samantha responded, “I'm only a janitor."

Coach Blue eyed her as he took in the conversation. She wore a pair of what appeared to be brown khaki shorts, but they did nothing to cover her bulky legs. Her top consisted of an equally brown janitorial work jacket, and a white blouse underneath. Her massive chest jutted out invitingly, but the rest of her screamed warningly. Her soft face contradicted the position and uniform she was in.

The coach couldn't help but think somewhere in his head that this woman was not an ugly woman. But the rest of him could not get passed the layers of fat surrounding her entire body, even in the face.

"I thought you were a driver,” Coach Blue said.

"I am,” she said, “I drive, clean, move things, I do everything they don't want to do."

"They?" Coach Blue asked.

"They're so dainty." Samantha replied, “They think that just because they're beautiful they shouldn't have to lift a finger."

As Samantha mentioned this, Coach Blue couldn't help but think of the two busty teens earlier in his office. If he could have just waited or held on for a few more moments - -

"Steven - - " Samantha said, “You have a wonderful wife. Don't let those women make you into something that you're not."

Coach Blue was pulled away from his thoughts at this comment.

"Hey!" he accused, “I don't need you, or anyone else, to tell me about my wife!"

And with that he turned to walk away.

"It will keep happening - - " Samantha said, “until you die!"

This made Coach Blue stop abruptly. He turned around and looked at Samantha in confusion.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"I said it will keep happening. This - - " she pointed around as if she were pointing at the entire situation, “Unless you do something to stop it."

"What do you mean 'this'?" asked a confused Coach, “And stop what?"

"That's what they do. They lure people into doing exactly what it is they want them to do. But with men it's different. Men never seem to last."

Coach Blue blinked.

"Your black outs - - that's their doing. That's what happens when men get too close."

"Too close to what?"

Samantha locked eyes with Coach Blue, then her eyes glanced down towards her chest. After that she looked back at the confused coach. He looked a little uneasy.

"You mean - - um - - erm - - climax?" he asked.

To his surprise, Samantha did not get awkward. Instead she gave a sarcastic chuckle.

"Please,” she said, “I make people climax. Your wife makes you climax. These women - - "

She trailed off.

"What?" Coach Blue asked.

"These women take it a step further. Climaxes are like child's play to them. Some of them don't even have to lift a finger - - "

"You're not joking?"

"You just blacked out. I'd say that's no joke."

The coach looked around his office. Somehow, everything Samantha was telling him had crossed his mind. It wasn't until now that he chose to accept it.

"How do I get around it?" he asked.

"Around what?" Samantha said in surprise.

"The blackouts!" Coach Blue exclaimed, “How do I get around the blackouts? And how can I stop this?"

He pointed to the stain in his pants.

Samantha's eyes went wide. She hadn't expected this of Coach Blue.

"You - - you can't,” she said.

Coach Blue thought back to the night he had had with Paula and Natalie. He had felt different that day. There was something she wasn't telling him.

"Bullshit!" Coach Blue said, “Tell me how!"

"There's - - no way!" Samantha said. She was getting scared. Coach Blue was like a madman that refused to accept the truth.

"Tell me!" Coach Blue yelled.

"You can't! For God's sakes, Coach. You have a wife!"

Coach Blue sat down on the couch and buried his face in his hands. This was all just so frustrating. If he could just get it together for one day, one night, one hour - -

Samantha looked at Coach Blue. She mistook his frustration for sadness.

"I brought that couch in earlier today,” she said, “I thought you might need it."

"Thanks - - " Coach Blue muttered.

"Look, Coach. The truth is - - the truth is that there's not much you can do. This is going to keep happening until it can't happen anymore. You can thank whoever brought you here for that."

Gretchen! Coach Blue thought. He and Gretchen were long overdue for a little chat. With any luck, he'd be able to spark a solution to all this after talking with her. Boy, was she going to get a mouthful.

"But listen." Samantha interrupted his thoughts. "You've lasted longer than the other guys. So maybe all is not lost. Maybe if you spent more time with your wife. That way, you'll be happy no matter what happens."

Coach Blue simply nodded in agreement.

"And - - stay away from the others." Samantha continued, “Especially the young ones. I know that's going to be difficult to manage, with your profession and all, but it will have to do."

Coach Blue nodded again.

Samantha stood up to leave.

"I've got to go,” she said, “I have much work to do before Miss Evers comes by for inspection. Go home Steven. See your wife. Make love to her. That's how you'll beat this."

Coach Blue did not move a muscle. He didn't even look at Samantha as she walked out and shut the door behind her. She was crazy if she thought he was actually going to go back to his wife. Laura was the last thing on his mind, and there was no chance he would ever go back to fucking her. Not if he had anything to say about it.