To Bask in Breastford Ch. 09

"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. "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 titflesh 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 wetspot 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 hawt! You're so hawt it makes us want to show you our big tits! Should we, Brooke?"

"I don't see why not. After all, he is just sooo 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.