To Bask in Breastford Ch. 14

The three girls looked at him and smiled. Brittany pulled the tip of his cock out of her mouth. Just as she did her face was hit by one of Nina's massive jugs, as was Gretchen's. The girls were taken by surprise, initially, but soon took to kissing each of her busty, massive melons as they pushed their way into the circle the girls had created around the coach.

Nina looked up at him solemnly, as the other girls threw him seductive glances.

"Do it." She said.

Brooke and Brittany now left the circle and moved around the side of the bed, behind the coach. Paula and Natalie were nowhere to be found.

"Drink the potion..." Nina urged.

She and Gretchen now rose up so that their chests were even with each other. They took their big breasts and began jiggling them around in their hands.

Coach Blue moaned as he felt Brooke and Brittany's big tits press into him from behind. Their huge racks brushed against his back and slid around his sides, stopping around his arms. He had to stop himself from shooting as their big breasts bulged around both his arms, almost swallowing them whole.

Below him, Gretchen's and Nina's huge funbags were jiggling just centimeters from his aching cock. They were so close to him he could feel their warmth...

Coach Blue looked down at Nina, and she smiled up at him as she and Gretchen rested their huge huge tits on his thighs. He managed to nod as Brittany's big boobs brushed up and down his arm, lightly.

Nina and Gretchen now took their busty tits in their hands once again and raised them so that they were almost touching his cock.

"Drink it, Coach..." Nina said, as Gretchen puckered her lips at him.

"Yes..." the coach moaned.

"You'll be unstoppable..." Brooke said.

"Yes..." the coach said again.

He was almost paralyzed by all of the big, heaving tits that were jiggling around him.

"Do you want it?" Brittany whispered into his ear.

"Yes...." Coach Blue moaned.

"Can you handle it?" Nina asked.

"Yes!" Coach Blue exclaimed.

Their breasts were pressing into him and it was driving him crazy...

"Then take it..." Brittany said, as she and Brooke reached behind him and took hold of something. "Take it all!"

They raised the object above his head, and he looked up to see that it was a sports bottle like the kind he often used in practice. The lid flew off and they tilted the bottle over him, soaking him in a blue liquid.

His hair was drenched and he shook some of it off, coaxing some of it to land on the busty blondes at his sides. The girls shook their big breasts around him as the moisture poured over them, drenching their blonde hair and heaving chests.

"YES!" Coach Blue exclaimed, pulling the two blondes to him and grabbing their big breasts.

Below him, Nina and Gretchen were teasing him by bouncing their big boobs just centimeters away from his dick.

"YES!!!" Coach Blue shouted as he stared down at the two pairs of breasts on his legs.

But he was silenced by Brooke's mouth. She leaned into him and kissed him, passionately. Brittany continued to pour the liquid over them while they kissed, as Gretchen's rack finally collided with Nina's...

Laura's eyes went wide as her husband started to explode into her mouth. This had been the most exciting blowjob she'd ever given him. He seemed to be enjoying everything she was doing.

Although taken by surprise, she couldn't help but feel a sharp sense of pride in her accomplishment.

Her husband's dick throbbed in her mouth...and each throb was strong and explosive.

It was as though cannon had been lit between her lips, and she couldn't withstand the blow. Semen was filling her mouth and she had to cough to keep from choking on it. As she did so it flew back down from whence it came, along with her own saliva.

She would have giggled if she hadn't lost control of the situation. Her husband was squirming on the bed, his hands gripping the sheets as though he were in pain. It was amusing to see him struggling with this...or at least it would have been had she been able to handle him.

Coach Blue's eyes were shut tightly as he twisted his head from side to side. He wanted this to last, but at the same time he just wanted to let it all go.

After a while, Laura gave up and let him slip from her mouth. He was still erupting like a geyser, but it was finally coming to an end. Coach Blue's eyes loosened their grip, as did his hands, and he finally began to steady himself and catch his breath as the final drops leaked out.

His eyes were still shut, and he didn't want to open them. He could hear Laura breathing over the sound of his own breathing, and when she stopped he knew that it was to clean herself up. Not wanting any more to do with this, Coach Blue leaned over on his side and tried desperately to go to sleep.

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Sleep never came. He'd woken up a countless number of times in a cold sweat, but hot as a sauna. At first he assumed that it was because he'd gone to bed early. Usually, he went to bed early when he was sick, and that usually worsened his condition at night. But after a while he began having a recurring dream that came to him in pieces each time he fell asleep, and it involved breaking into Paula Swanson's lab and taking a swig of her experiment.

By early morning he had grown completely restless, not to mention bedsore. He had decided to drive to the gym and get an early workout in, in the hopes of tiring himself out. But after a long workout he began feeling lightheaded and feverish, and had gone to his office to rest up.

He recalled a fever he had had more than a year ago, it was particularly bad. He had been hospitalized and for a while things looked grim...but for the life of him he could not remember any more details.

But as he sat at his desk now, at the school in a town that bred busty women, he remembered how had felt that day.

This fever of his was somehow worse. He could hide it well. He was able to do all the things he normally could, but his mind knew better than his body. Once the body failed, it wouldn't be long before his mind would follow. As he caught his breath he could feel his fever fading away, ever so slowly.

By mid-morning he was back to his usual self, but that dream like state of being sick had stayed with him...and so had the crazy notion of Paula Swanson's science. If that thing did everything he believed it to do, then Paula had invented an elixir of some sort -- a cure.

But was this something he wanted to risk?

He paced around his office and thought it over. He knew where the lab was. He knew that Gretchen kept a key in the jewelry box in her room, which he was familiar with. It wouldn't really be breaking and entering, all he really had to do was get inside via invite and the rest would fall in place. As for the actual theft...

It wasn't as though he were taking money. This was something Paula had concocted herself. It was no more devious than taking an apple from the kitchen table.

As for the reasoning...

He would not be taking it for the purposes these women kept it locked away. At this point, he felt as though his life were at stake. This was not a heist by any means. It was a bout with survival.

There was no need to rush into this...yet.

But now that he'd made up his mind, he thought it advantageous to keep up appearances with Paula. Feeling much better now, he grabbed his keys and left the gym.

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Laura had scolded him when he told her where he was going. She didn't like the idea of him being with Paula any more than he liked being with his own wife. Coach Blue had pulled approval out of her after he explained that he'd only be a few houses down, and if she felt worried she could simply phone.

As he walked out the door and down the walk he saw the living room curtain pull back out of the corner of his eye. He felt confident that Laura would not jeopardize their marriage by betraying his trust; he had secured enough care from her to prevent that. With that in his mind, he happily strolled down the street to the Swanson residence.

When he got to their front porch, he raised his fist to knock on the door. But he stopped in mid-motion when he saw Paula emerge from the side door and walk over to her car in the driveway.

"Paula?" Coach Blue asked.

Paula looked up as she heard her name. It took her a brief moment to find Coach Blue standing at her door.

"Steven?" she asked. "What are you doing here?"

Coach Blue turned to her and put his hands in his pockets.

"I just thought, you know, we hadn't spoken in a while and I just wanted to touch base with you."

Paula looked at him for a moment, then she smiled.

"That's sweet." She said. "But I was just about to take care of some business elsewhere."

She gestured to her professional appearance.

"Unless you have some business with me?" she threw in, last minute.

"No, no." Coach Blue said, staring at his feet before looking back up at her. "Just wanted to be social, you know."

"Ah." Paula said. "Perhaps another time then."

She opened the door to her car, but before getting in she turned to Coach Blue.

"You'll be pleased to know Gretchen is back." She said. "Perhaps you and your...wife...can come over for dinner some time?"

"That'd be nice." Coach Blue said. "I'll have to take you up on that."

"Yes, well...ta ta." Paula waved.

Coach Blue waved his hand in the air as she started her car and pulled away. He continued to wave as she drove down the street.

Once she was gone, he turned to step off the porch. But before he could do so the door opened. He turned around and was met with Paula's daughter, Gretchen.

"Gretch!" he said, looking her up and down. "You're back! And you...are you..."

He stopped as he stared at her chest. She was wearing a multi-colored striped shirt, it had a satin like appearance and it was filled to bursting from her huge breasts. Coach Blue looked into her big, brown eyes as she rearranged the wavy brown locks dangling over her face. She was all serious, and so he went back to staring at her big boobs.

"Did...did you..." He looked at her face, then back to her chest. "Did those...did they get...?"

"Bigger?" Gretchen finished for him.

"Y-yeah..." Coach Blue mustered as he drooled over the busty sight. Her serious attitude only added to her sex appeal.

Gretchen shrugged, causing her tits to jiggle under her blouse.

"I'm sure they did, but your imagination's probably playing tricks on you. You just haven't seen them in a while."

Coach Blue's eyes were bouncing up and down along with her hard nipples, which were extremely visible protruding through the thin, soft fabric of her shirt.

"I guess you're right." He said. "They're still not as big as Br-"

He stopped cold as Gretchen's gaze pierced through him. He hadn't done anything in so long he had begun to lose his cool.

"I mean..." Coach Blue corrected himself. "I guess that shirt kind of makes them look bigger."

Gretchen stiffened herself straight as a board and pulled the bottom of her shirt down, stretching it straight.

"Well," she said. "They're still not as big as Brittany's or Brooke's, but they are bigger."

Coach Blue was only mildly aware that he had a monstrous boner. It had become so natural to him that he barely even noticed it anymore.

"Also..." Gretchen said. She reached out with a soft hand and ran and toyed with his shirt. It danced its way down his chest sexily until it reached the bulge in his pants.

Coach Blue was breathing heavy as Gretchen tilted her head up and whispered at him.

"Maybe it's not just the shirt..."

He stumbled as he was pulled inside by his cock.

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Coach Blue breathed, almost in relief, as he lay on Gretchen's soft, pink bed.

Gretchen had not even bothered to undress him, she had simply unzipped and pulled his cock through the zipper. It was pointed directly at her upper body as she stood over him, pulling her top up and over her busty bosom.

Coach Blue's mind was blown as the busty teen managed to pull her shirt over her massive chest. His cock turned to steel as they finally bounced free, jiggling in perfect synchronization with his throbbing cock.

Gretchen winked at Coach Blue as she fixed her top so it stayed scrunched below her neck atop her naval, leaving her boobs exposed indefinitely. She stood between his legs and giggled as his cock was pointed directly at her chest. She squeezed her big boobs and gazed down into her cleavage, she could Coach Blue's rock hard prick looking directly at her from down on the bed. With the sexiest look of want and ecstasy on her face she gripped both of her huge melons and began bouncing them up and down, as though she was tittyfucking him from up high.

Coach Blue moaned, and subconsciously bucked his hips up, wanting to get in that warm, busty cleavage.

Gretchen could view his cock from between her big tits each time she bounced them in her hands. She looked at the Coach with a face that said she was on the verge of orgasm as he drooled over her big, bouncing hooters.

She slowed her bouncing, and in so doing slowed the coach's bucking of his hips. She gripped her left boob with her right hand, and squeezed her hard nipple through her thumb and index finger. Her right melon was spilling over her skinny forearm, looking as though it were about to burst.

Coach Blue's mouth watered as he stared at her huge milk jugs. He could feed on those babies for weeks, but as much as he wanted her to bury his head between them he wanted her to bury the head of his cock between them even more. It had been so long since he felt a decent pair bulging around his hard prick that he couldn't even remember the last time it had happened. Had it been in this very room?

Gretchen put on the sluttiest look she could muster. She was licking her lips seductively as she hunkered down between the coach's legs, lowering her chest as she did so.

Coach Blue couldn't help but smile from ear-to-ear as Gretchen's massive bust finally filled the background behind his rock-hard cock. He was aching to feel those huge boobs surrounding his whole shaft and he couldn't wait -- it was time to start the show.

Gretchen puckered her lips and blew him a kiss as she pulled her 36Ds apart, as though she were opening a gate.

But just as the gate was going to close around his hard cock the doorbell rang, and Gretchen quickly stood up.

"Shit!" Gretchen exclaimed, her bare boobs bouncing from her abrupt movement.

"Huh?" Coach Blue moaned. He was still mesmerized by her bouncing balloons.

"That's the girls!" Gretchen said. "They're here early."

She quickly pulled her top down, covering her breasts. She turned to her mirror and began fixing her hair.

"What?" Coach Blue said.

He pounded a fist down on the bed at his side.

"Aw dammit! Damn it all! FUCK!!" He yelled.

He couldn't believe his luck. It had been so long since he had a busty babe get him off that he was beginning to forget what it was like. He was finally about to get some with Gretchen, and instead it turned out to be the ultimate tease. He would have cried had he not been so angry.

"You're gonna have to go." Gretchen said as she put on an earring.

"I know." Coach Blue said, quickly.

"You know your way out right?"

"I do."

"Good."

"Okay."

"Fine."

"See ya."

Gretchen turned around to look at him. This quick exchanging of words had gotten her angry, and she wanted to look him in the eyes. But her coach was sprawled across the bed staring at the ceiling. As she stared at him, and the huge boner he had which was pointing up at this point, she couldn't help but want to giggle. Her anger, however, made sure that she didn't.

"Hmph." She said, as she walked out the door.

She threw the coach an angry look as she shut the door and left.

Coach Blue buried his face in his hands for a moment. He had been so close...

Suddenly, he sat up as he remembered why he had come here. If there was ever a chance to accomplish this mission, it was now.

In front of him, on Gretchen's dresser, was the jewelry box he had noted last time. With his pants still around his ankles, he opened it.

Inside was a small handful of jewelry, and a few necklaces, but none of them had anything on them which even resembled a key. He opened up another of the box's compartments. Again, there was plenty of jewelry, but still no key.

He opened up the final compartment, pausing before he did so. He was nervous and sweating. It was as though this was his last chance to find his hopes and dreams...

The final compartment had almost nothing in it, save for a ring.

The key wasn't here.

Frustrated and angry, he picked the box up off the dresser and shook it above his head. He heard the ring tingling around inside, and then it flew passed his eyes and down his body in a blur of gold. He scraped all the jewelry off the dresser in an angry fit and it, too, flew down towards his ankles.

His mind racing, he quickly pulled his pants up and secured them; shaking them around to rid himself of any loose jewelry that might have fallen on them. With a complete disregard for the shiny objects on the floor he searched around Gretchen's room frantically, trying to make sure he put everything back the way he had it.

After searching for a few minutes, it became clear the key was not present.

Angry, he opened up a drawer at Gretchen's dresser (the only place he had not yet searched), and after viewing its contents he began to relax. It was her bra drawer. He picked up each garment and held the cups in his hands, occasionally lifting them to his head to compare them. He looked at the tag on one of them. It read 36D.

He heard the sound of laughter coming from the living room, and he immediately snapped out of thought. Now calm, he began to fix everything he had searched; including the jewelry on the floor. When he was satisfied Gretchen would not notice a thing, he quietly opened the door and walked out into the hallway.

On his left, just around the corner, was the living room. He could sneak by all the commotion by going through the kitchen, but on his right...

On his right the hallway led to Paula's workroom.

Quiet as a mouse, he stepped out and began inching his way to the right. He quickened his pace as soon as he knew he was out of earshot, and before long he was standing at the door to Paula's lab. He reached for the doorknob and turned.

Locked.

He couldn't say he was surprised, however; his hopes had been let down. With his head hung, he began making the trip down the opposite end towards the living room. Once there, he peaked around the corner and took in a sight.

The girls Gretchen had mentioned were Nina, Brittany, Brooke, and a few other girls he was unfamiliar with. All of whom were considerably busty.

Coach Blue's pants tightened instantaneously as all of the girls, except Gretchen, began stripping their tops off -- including Nina.

Nina was the last to lose her shirt, and she was facing away from the coach's line of sight. But it was still an erotic sight to see her bare back and bra straps as she lifted her shirt over her heaving chest and over her head of brown hair.

As he looked from girl to girl, he noticed that each of them was wearing a bra, so they weren't completely topless...yet. He knew that Gretchen, of course, was not wearing one. And she was the only girl who had not taken off her top.

The girls seemed to be engaged in some sort of ritual or game, and Gretchen was the center of their focus for the moment.

Coach Blue couldn't pull his eyes from the busty sight. There had to be seven or eight busty teen girls in there...seven or eight pairs of big, beautiful breasts bouncing around in his sights.

His heart began beating faster as Nina turned slightly, and he got a nice view of her massive knockers packed away inside a ready-to-burst bra. Pretty soon she turned completely...and Coach Blue's eyes lit up as he now had a full view of her massive rack.