To Bask in Breastford Ch. 26

"Fuck!! FUUUUCK!!" Coach Dick yelled as he felt his cum beginning to boil. It had taken all he had to restrain himself up to this point, but no longer could he hold himself back. Hearing the two busty blonde babes talk so dirty was overkill. "TAKE IT ALL, LADIES!!"

The girls held their jiggling boobs up against the glass door as a soppy, stringy shot of Coach Dick's cum flew up over their faces on the other side of the glass. The gooey mess flew parallel with the door until it finally collided with the glass once it reached its peak, and a huge white glob drizzled down and blocked portions of their beautiful teen faces from view.

Coach Dick was holding on to the top of the door still, desperately banging the underside of his spurting cock against the glass in a pathetic effort to hump the girls' mouth-watering hooters. He looked down and saw that both Brooke and Brittany looked bustier than ever with their big tits in their hands; held up against the glass for his viewing pleasure.

"Here cums more, babes!!" he exclaimed, stepping back as he took hold of his erupting cock and aimed the tip right at their big, DDD offerings. "Keep holding those tits up!!"

"Uhh!" Brooke moaned as Coach Dick fired a hard shot directly at her chest from the other side of the glass. "Mmmm..."

"Mmm! Mmmmmm..." Brittany moaned as she felt the glass vibrate under the force of Coach Dick's cumshot as he opened fire all over her tits.

"Uh! Uh!" Broke moaned as a few more shots hit the glass where her boobs were.

"Ohh...fuck yeah..." Coach Dick moaned as he started to cum down. He was all but spent.

Brooke and Brittany lowered themselves so their faces were visible beneath the splatters of cum all over the glass door. With their eyes glued to their coach's face both girls turned their heads to each other and opened their mouths wide...right on the other side of the glass.

Coach Dick's cock almost erupted all over again as he looked down at the sight of Brooke and Brittany's beautiful blonde faces awaiting his seed. He eagerly stepped forward and pressed his still erupting cock on the glass just over the girls' pretty faces and let the rest of his seed drizzle down.

"Mmmm...mmmmmm..." the two busty teens moaned.

"Oh my god..." Coach Dick moaned as he shook his limp cock against the glass in front of the girls' sensual faces. "That was fucking amazing, ladies..."

"Mmm..." the blonde teens moaned as their tongues darted out and they began licking the glass, occasionally touching tongues. Cum splattered the glass in front of their eyes and slid down, once again obscuring their faces from view. "Mmmmm..."

Coach Dick stepped back, catching his breath as he took in the sight of the two naked sluts licking the glass on the other side of the shower from down on their knees; his own handy-work covering up their faces and ripe bodies - censuring them like a translucent panel. He saw their busty figures raise up and straighten; the girls once again looking like models posing for unseen cameras...flaunting their naked bodies unknowingly.

"I'd say you're just about finished." Brooke said, her hands going to her hair and fixing it. "I think Brit and I did a good job of finishing you off."

"Brooke..." Coach Dick said, still not wanting this scene to end.

"Okay, Coach Dick." Brittany interrupted. "We did what you wanted...now you have to do what we want. Leave!"

"Wait!" Coach Dick said, putting a hand out. "Just one more thing!"

The girls sighed as they craned their heads backwards. Coach Dick could hear the frustration and annoyance in their breaths.

"What?" Brooke asked. "What now??"

"It's just..." Coach Dick said about to put his hand on the glass. The girls breathed deep, but to their relief he stopped as he made himself back away after acknowledging all of the cum dripping from it. "It's just..."

"Just what?" Brittany said, getting impatient.

"Well it's just...I want to see you two press your awesome tits against the glass one more time."

Again, the girls sighed in frustration.

"We already did! Geez, don't you ever get enough??" Brooke snapped.

"I know, I know." Coach Dick said. "But it's just...I don't know if I'll ever get to see a sight like that again. It was so beautiful..."

The girls let out deep breaths. Then, without saying a word, Brooke stepped over to the other side of the door - the non-slideable side. Brittany stepped next to her, and Coach Dick hurriedly stepped in front of them as he realized what they were doing.

He leaned his head right next to the glass just as the girls were pressing their giant racks against it, and he was once again greeted by their busty tits. This was a sight he never wanted to forget, and he was truly grateful that the two girls had decided to give him this steamy opportunity. They even took it a step further and jiggled them against the glass for him. Coach Dick couldn't help but reach up and try to grab at the enormous mounds of flesh they were offering him, and after several minutes of trying he decided to quit and took to simply staring instead; until their jiggling boobs slowed to a stop.

"Okay, Stud..." Brooke said as she and Brittany pulled their tits away from the cold glass. "You know the rules."

Coach Dick stepped back, speechless. He simply couldn't think of a thing to say after everything that had just happened.

"If you leave right now Brit and I might just consider saying yes to your next proposition..."

"Yeah," Brittany added. "But you'd better hurry before you do something stupid and we change our minds."

"After all..." Brooke said as she took her huge jugs in her hands and bounced them. "Next time there might not be any glass between you and these babies..."

"Or these..." Brittany threw in as she, too, began bouncing her boobs.

The coach was growing hornier by the second, but his cock probably needed hours of recovery before he was ready to go another round. He quickly pulled his pants up, and looked up to see the two busty beauties gently waving him goodbye from the other side of the glass. After a moment of staring with his mouth agape the girls turned their backs to him and continued showering. Coach Dick sauntered away as casually and slowly as he could, and as soon as he stepped outside he felt like he was on top of the world.

Back in the shower neither girl spoke until they heard the sound of the door shutting, followed by silence.

"That was a close one." Brooke said.

"Yeah." Brittany responded, as she turned to her friend.

"Did you get it?" Brooke asked of her.

"Yeah!" Brittany said, opening her palm and presenting it to Brooke. "It was on the ground, just like you showed me."

"Good." Brooke said looking down.

In Brittany's hand was a small pin; the pin that had kept the door from opening when their coach had decided to invade their privacy. Both girls let out long, loud sighs; each girl infinitely relieved that their coach had not noticed when it came loose.

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Wind was blowing fiercely as Coach Blue stepped from the Swanson's driveway and on to the sidewalk. It hadn't been this chilly when he and Gretchen were having their late night rendezvous, but now that his blood was no longer running hot from sexual activity he felt the full force of Breastford's wind chill factor hitting him hard. He rubbed his arms as he made his way down the sidewalk; shivering as the wind continued to beat him senseless.

In his pants pocket a different kind of vibration could be felt. He reached in and pulled out his cell phone only to find that his wife was calling him. The call went to voicemail as he held it in his hand, and a moment later a text message popped up on the screen:

[WHERE R U???]

Annoyed, Coach Blue began tapping the buttons on his phone angrily in response.

[On my way...]

He shoved his phone back into his pocket and continued the short walk home, shivering with every step. His shivering soon came to a halt, however, as he noticed a particularly busty woman walking at a slow pace across the street. The woman wore a red beret which did a faulty job of hiding her darkened blonde hair, and although she wore an olive green jacket her legs were left bare; despite the cold wind blowing through town. Coach Blue was left to assume she was wearing a pair of really short shorts, or perhaps even a short skirt.

The woman was only a couple of houses down from his own, and as the woman had peaked his curiosity the unknowing coach decided that now would be a good time to cross the street. As he did so he saw that the woman was made aware of his presence behind her, and she turned her head back while keeping the pace of her walk and her hands in her jacket pockets.

Coach Blue could now see her eyes, but he was still unsure of who she might be. After a brief moment, however, the woman's eyes lit up and she immediately turned around.

With her face and full body in view Coach Blue realized he was standing in the presence of none other than Evelyn Evers - the school principal.

"Oh...Steven. It's only you. I should've known." She said, with a tone of relief in her voice.

"Yeah..." Coach Blue said. "Did I scare you?"

Evelyn's face turned to one of surprise.

"A little. It is rather late...and dark..." Evelyn trailed off before catching herself. "A girl never really gets over being out and about all by her lonesome, after all."

"Evelyn..." Coach Blue said, looking at the beret she was wearing and her hair. "You look...I mean, I didn't recognize you..."

The busty woman brought a hand up to her hat and began to caress it. Coach Blue watched as it trailed down the side of her face to one of her dirty blonde locks and played with it.

"Oh yes, I've darkened my hair..." she said, after realizing the coach was referring to her hairstyle. "Do you like it?"

"Yes!" Coach Blue said, realizing he sounded a little too excited. "Yes, I do."

Evelyn smiled as she eyed the coach up and down. Coach Blue felt a little uneasy as she relentlessly prodded him with her eyes. In an effort to meet her gaze he decided to do the same thing to her.

The principal's dark green jacket was stretched wildly across her generous chest. Coach Blue recalled that she sported a pair of EE cups, but she rarely ever showed them off. Even now she had made the conscious decision of covering them up as best she could, and although her oversize jacket was doing a decent job of that for her the force of her full breasts remained unrivaled and refused to be restrained by any material known to man...no matter what the thickness. Her body filled the jacket like a thin gown, and forced it to succumb to her busty yet thin figure.

The staring coach couldn't help but notice the amount of skin her neckline showed. Below her neck was a small white patch of skin, and the slightest bit of cleavage could be seen. But beyond that the jacket took over. Coach Blue had to admit that of all the women in Breastford who struggled to dress as conservatively and fashionably as they could Evelyn Evers was by far the best. In fact, had he met her before he'd made the mistake of getting married he would have considered her as marriage material rather than just a busty slut...were it not for her bitchy and arrogant attitude, of course.

Still, with a body like the one she was showcasing he couldn't help but think that it might still be worth it...

"Out late again, I see. Shouldn't you be preparing for the school day with a good night's sleep?" Evelyn asked, pulling him back into the conversation.

"Oh...er...I was just heading home now." The coach responded. Even with Evelyn dressed the way she was it was difficult for him not to be aroused. As the thoughts of those huge EEs pressed against the inside of mind his cock began to grow rigid at a surprising pace, despite the acts he had just committed with the busty teen Gretchen Swanson.

"I see." Evelyn spoke, her hands going back into her jacket pockets as she once again stared the coach down. "I don't suppose you were out for a late night jog, what with those...clothes...you are wearing."

Coach Blue felt a little self-conscious as she gestured to his jeans and short-sleeved shirt.

"Oh, no I was just...out for a walk." the coach said, a little befuddled. "I needed to get some fresh air."

"And by that of course you mean you needed to get away from your wife." The blonde said.

"I...well, I..."

He was interrupted as his phone went off once more. He reached into his pocket to view the text message he'd just been sent only to find that his wife was growing impatient.

[WHERE R U STEVEN!!]

"I see..." Evelyn said in response to the obvious sight she was witnessing. Her fingers went back to twirling her blonde locks as a dreamy and contemplative look came across her face. "I wonder what it is, exactly, that she wants with you..."

"What who wants with me?" Coach Blue asked as he finished responding to his wife.

[Stopped to talk to my boss. Be home soon.]

He looked at Evelyn only to find that she was lost in thought. When his busty boss realized that he was staring at her she came back down to reality and spoke a little more quickly than she usually did.

"Why, your wife, of course!" she said, giving a small giggle in an attempt to divert the awkwardness of the situation.

"Oh, she's just wondering where I'm at." The coach said.

"I hear your co-worker, Daniel, is doing quite well." Evelyn stated.

"Yeah, he's doing okay I guess..."

"Well I should say so..." Evelyn continued. "The girls love him, the committee loves him, Madeline loves him...tell me, Coach Blue...what exactly is it that you have to offer?"

"Err...what do you mean, Miss Evers?" Coach Blue asked, a little confused.

Evelyn stepped closer to him and ran her index finger down his neck. Coach Blue could feel her red-polished nail on his skin as she sensually made her way to his chest and twirled her finger around.

"What does a man like you have..." she said as she shamelessly glanced down at the bulge in his pants. "...to offer?"

"Umm...well...I don't know..." Coach Blue said, his eyes looking down at her finger which was now swirling around his abdomen over his shirt. "I guess I don't have much to offer in the wake of everything you've just said."

"I don't think that's true." Evelyn said, arching her back so the jacket around her tightened at the newfound pressure being exerted upon it by her ridiculously large chest. "You must have something if she wants you so bad..."

"You mean...my wife, Laura?" Coach Blue asked, his eyes now on the top-heavy woman's chest. The big black buttons on her jacket were practically calling out to her for mercy.

"Yes..." the busty principal said as she rolled her eyes. "Your wife, of course."

"Well, I guess she just likes the way I make her feel." The coach said, taking a deep breath and holding it as Evelyn's dainty finger slid down his torso.

"You know..." Evelyn continued as she looked down at her finger swirling around his pelvis. "She only takes the most handsome men...the strongest men...the most rugged..."

"Evelyn..." Coach Blue said, but the busty woman was not finished with her descriptive sentences.

"Men with muscles...!" she said as both her hands now shot up to his shoulders and began massaging them. Coach Blue could feel his body melting in her grasp until her hand trailed down the front of his body to his pecs and began to curiously caress them like a child petting an animal for the first time.

"You uh...you know this because of how Laura acts, or..." Coach Blue said, growing more confused than ever. He was definitely certain that Evelyn was hitting on him, but given her past and their relationship he couldn't help but feel she had some ulterior motive. And despite her huge breasts taunting him with their sheer size like a siren's song he was not about to fall for any trap this woman was setting for him.

Evelyn nodded, profusely...a transparent act meant to satisfy him as quickly as possible as her hands explored his chest.

"I've always wanted to know what makes her choose these men..." she said, her hands now squeezing his biceps. "Are they really stronger? Are they wild?"

Her eyes lit up with excitement as she began touching his abs now. Her fingers ran over them delicately as she poked and prodded him like he was a toy for her amusement.

"I'd rather not talk about that..." Coach Blue said, feeling more uncomfortable now than ever.

Evelyn's hands now went to his cheeks as she looked right at him, her eyes shimmering with excitement.

"If I were to encounter such a man I might be inclined to give him anything he wanted..." she said as her hands went to the back of his head and began stroking his hair.

Coach Blue breathed heavy as she leaned forward and spoke her next word in a whisper in his ear.

"Anything..." she said, and as she pulled pack Coach Blue was shocked to find her pulling her head with him. His gazed turned to the small portion of cleavage she was showing as she guided him to her abundant chest, and within seconds he felt her busty bosoms pressing into his face as the shocked expression he had remained rigid against her.

"Ohhh...my God..." The coach moaned into his boss's cleavage. The material of her jacket was distractingly scraping against his face, but it was worth the scraping just to feel the smallest amount of titflesh against him as well. His tongue darted out and he began to lick as much of her breasts as he could, but being unable to dunk into her cleavage he simply circled it around across the tops of her heaving mounds.

"All my life I've wondered...ever since I was a little girl..." Evelyn said, her eyes shut tight as she thought deep while Coach Blue licked away at her big tits. "...never being satisfied...never. But she gets satisfied! She does! Because she chooses..."

She moaned and pulled him into her rack harder, holding him tight against her clothed melons.

"Uh!" she moaned as she pulled him off of her, her cleavage draped in saliva. "It's my turn now. It's my turn to be satisfied! I'm tired of her getting all the good ones...not this time!"

"Whoa..." Coach Blue moaned, his hair ruffled as he continued to stare at Evelyn's chest. "Miss Evers, I..."

"Tomorrow night. My office." She said, her hands gripping him by his cheeks firmly still. "And don't you dare be late!"

Coach Blue couldn't respond as his big-tit boss threw him back by his cheeks. He staggered back by a step and then stood up straight, straightening his hair with his hand as he did so.

"Miss Evers?" he called after her. "Tomorrow night?? But...what...?"

He only wound up stammering as she was already passing his home, her back firmly turned to him as she walked away. He could hear the sound of her heels clacking against the sidewalk as he stared after her; her long, smooth legs stepping one right after the other.

Deciding to give up he slumped his shoulders and continued his own walk down the sidewalk. As he turned into the driveway of his home he began to ponder the trouble he was in. Of all the women in Breastford to be granted access to why did it have to be his boss? Why did it have to be Evelyn Evers?

His cock twitched at the thought of banging that busty babe and showing her what type of man he was, but his mind told him that if anything went wrong he would be thrown out of Breastford faster than he had been let in. He would be leaving Breastford before Coach Dick!

He couldn't' have that. Coach Dick had beaten him at everything. He had taken everything he, himself, had ever wanted. He couldn't allow his rival to have Breastford as well. Breastford was his, and his alone. He had discovered it, he had endured it, and he was going to conquer it.