Brittany's bra was lying on the ground, next to Brooke's. The girls had draped their clothing over the small benches in the girls' locker room, but because of the sheer cup size of their bras and the weight they exerted it was difficult for their 36DD boulder-holders to stay draped across. They had opted to take to the ground, where they would have more freedom.
The girls stood in separate stalls rinsing down, as if trying to wash their troubles away. A tiled, concrete wall separated them from each other, but the glass doors at the head of each stall offered little privacy.
Brooke's boobs bounced with vigor as she repeatedly reached up to adjust the shower head. When she got it just right, her huge rack jiggled still and she sighed as drop after drop of cool, fresh water splashed atop her smooth skin.
In the next stall Brittany gasped as her own DD's received the same treatment. She sighed as rain poured over her busty mountains and trickled down into the deep valley of her cleavage.
Both busty babes were quiet as they watered their big, juicy melons...but it wasn't long before one of them broke the silence.
"That was disgusting." Brooke said.
"Unbearable." Brittany answered, trying to speak over the sound of the splashing water.
"I mean, did you see what he tried to do at the end?"
"Yeah, yeah I know." Brittany answered.
Brooke could sense the hesitation in her voice.
"Are you ok?" she asked her friend.
"Yeah, yeah...it's just...I didn't think things could get much worse, you know?"
Brooke paused for a moment before answering again.
"He's a pig." She said, finally.
Silence fell over them. It was as palpable as the cold water rushing down their bodies and making their nipples hard with excitement. For a while, the only sounds in the locker room were the sounds of running water and four glorious boobs bouncing beneath it as they splashed around playfully.
"He fucked our legs..." Brittany said as she ran her hand up and down a smooth, wet thigh.
"Don't remind me." Brooke said, unenthusiastically.
"He's a pig." She added.
"Or a dog, more like." Brittany responded.
There was a quick silence, and then both girls bursted with laughter. Their giggles were louder than the sound of the cool water splashing down atop their mountainous breasts. But unlike the water, their giggling soon died down.
When it was over, Brooke spoke up with hesitation.
"Did you, umm, did you see the way he...the way he lifted us up off the floor?"
Brittany halted her shower for a moment. She knew, exactly, the moment Brooke was speaking of. It had been on her mind, as it no doubt had been on Brooke's.
"Yeah," Brittany answered, as casually as she could. "Yeah I saw...um, I could feel that."
"Yeah." Brooke said. "He's pretty strong, isn't he?"
"Yeah..." Brooke said, closing her eyes as she got lost in thought. "
Very
strong..."
It was a second or two before the silence woke Brittany up and she realized she had drifted into a deep thought.
"I mean, either that or he must have really wanted it." She quickly added.
"Yeah." Brooke said. "You're right."
Brittany heard her busty friend's shower come to an end as she turned it off. She soon followed suit and turned hers off as well. When she heard Brooke's door swing open, she opened hers and stepped out of the shower at the same time as her busty friend.
The two busty babes stepped out of the shower and were immediately hit by a cool, refreshing sensation as their smooth legs came into view. They were naked for only a moment; their huge jugs could be seen in all their glory before they were covered by thick, white towels. They wrapped the towels around their slim waists and dried off as best they could, patting their huge boobs lightly with their warm towels.
They walked over to their lockers, where they bent down to reach for their clothes.
Brooke's towel was the first to drop, and her full, naked body came into view. Her smooth legs traveled up to her tiny waist and flat stomach, and just like an hourglass her upper portion heaved as explosively as the bottom half. Her massive rack swelled proudly atop her chest without sag or any sign of age, and it jiggled with a giddiness she continuously gave off (being a teenager); but rarely displayed.
Brittany's towel dropped next. Her body curved with the same explosive power Brooke's gave off...in all the right places. It generated a heat that complimented her busty friend nicely, with its smooth, slender legs and curvy figure. Her chest heaved with a power that rivaled Brooke's, but with a younger, more youthful and innocent bounce. When her boobs jiggled, it was with a force she could not control, but her nipples were a dead give-away that she was oh-so ready. They were just as suckable and piercing as her friend's.
"Still haven't thought of anything?" Brittany asked.
Brooke had finished drying, and had already begun to dress. She pulled her shorts up her long slender legs, and then started the tedious task of clothing her chest.
"No." she said. Her voice was muffled by the fabric of her gray shirt.
Brittany sighed as she, too, started to dress.
"I told him we wouldn't be back." She said.
"Yeah," Brooke responded. "You'll have to deal with that."
Brittany shot her a sad, disapproving look before her own face was covered by a school-issued article of clothing.
When they were finished, the girls began fixing their hair and stretching their shirts out over their mountainous racks as best they could; the word "Breastford" stretched across their chests obscenely in dark blue letters. They said nothing as they continued by fixing their hair.
The silence went on until they were done dressing completely. They both walked towards the door and exited. Once they were out of the gym, out of the school, and well on their way home Brittany decided to speak up.
"What do I tell my mom?" she asked.
Brooke paused before answering.
"The same thing you told her last time." She said.
"Practice?" Brittany asked.
"Practice." Brooke confirmed.
The rest of the walk home went on, uneventfully.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Coach Steven Blue awoke to the sound of the phone ringing the next morning. The previous night had been a bad one. The busty duo of Brooke Biguns and Brittany Bust had left him hard as a rock with their talk and tease of a double-titfuck. That, coupled with the fact that he had taken a large dose of Paula's concoction prior to their playtime, had ensured his boner was still alive when he and his wife got home. He had tried every excuse in the game: headache, drowsiness, not in the mood; but none of them held water against the tent he was pitching under their bed sheets.
Laura could sense that he was wide awake as well, because he was. Unbeknownst to her, however, was the StaminaX he had been taking on the side to withstand his nightly rendezvous with the busty blonde teens Brooke and Brittany – and their massive hooters.
No matter how hard he tried, Coach Blue could not deny that he was a new man whenever he took that blue concoction down the hatch. It was a miracle drink; it provided stamina, energy, and everything else he needed to become the sex machine he now was.
But last night it had backfired. With no defense holding water against his horrendous wife he had had to make it as quick as he could. He was hoping it would last as short as fifteen minutes, but the potency of the blue liquid had almost squeezed an hour out of him. He had finally managed to blow a load on Laura's lower back after ramming into her from behind (he couldn't stand seeing her saggy breasts and ugly face staring back at him). With his wife not hindering his thoughts, it was much easier to think back to the big-titted duo and force his load.
He'd gotten a good night's rest though. Upon waking up he had feared that his morning erection would betray him once again, but the phone ringing provided a modest means of escape.
He rolled over and answered the phone.
"Hello?" he said, drowsily.
"Steven?" said a voice on the other end. "This is Paula. Good morning!"
"Oh, Paula." He said, immediately sitting up with intent. "Good morning."
Laura turned over and listened in on her husband's conversation as she awoke.
"Good morning." Paula said again. "Listen, I was wondering if you might spare me some time today."
There was a slight pause as Paula hesitated. But before long, she spoke up again.
"I want to offer you sweet relief from that horrendous wife of yours..." she said seductively. "...and give you a real woman's touch."
Coach Blue's eyes lit up with excitement. Laura was now straining her ears and doing her best not to make a sound that she might hear the conversation, but it proved no use.
"Absolutely!" Coach Blue said. He turned his head and directed the receiver a little farther from his wife. "I'd like to give you a touch..."
Laura could now only catch small fragments of speech draped in a hush tone.
"I'll be there as soon as I can..." Coach Blue was saying. He paused and gazed over at his gym bag and the sports bottle that was jutting from it. "Just let me have my morning drink first."
When her husband hung up the phone, he looked and sounded fully awake. The conversation had lasted only a minute, but it looked as though Coach Blue were a new man.
"Paula?" Laura asked.
"Hm?" Coach Blue responded, trying to stall as he thought of what to say. "Oh, yes. She needs to go over some new methods with me."
Laura gazed at her husband as he stepped off the bed and began to dress. She tilted her head to the side and rested it on her hand, which stayed propped on the bed at an angle.
"Is that all?" she asked of him.
Coach Blue did not look at her as he spoke.
"Yeah, well, you know..." he said. "It's just always good to get a second opinion. You know us teachers."
"I know." Laura said. "How long is this going to take?"
"Don't know." Coach Blue said, as he threw a shirt up and over his head. "Could be a few hours."
"Hours?!" Laura replied, shocked.
