Click. Click. Click.
Coach Blue opened his eyes and immediately found that he was salivating. He reached to his mouth with the back of his hand and realized that the clicking sound was coming from his watch; he had had his hand right in front of his face and was lying down face-first on the couch in his office.
As he sat up and wiped the excess drool from his chin he began to remember why he was unconscious in the first place, and his cock immediately hardened as images of Nina Knockers' giant, bra-encased breasts filled his mind. He could still see the swell of her gorgeous globes as they stretched the material of her plain black bra. Her bra was no more vibrant than any of the other garments she wore, yet she somehow managed to entice him with anything she had on.
Making note of the fact that he had an erection, he brought his wrist back to his face and idly checked the time. As he did so something registered in his brain and he remembered that he had an appointment with Evelyn Evers, the school principal. He jumped up almost immediately and stepped toward the door when he suddenly remembered that he had been dripping in cum when Nina had unleashed her bulging boulders upon him. He looked down, however, and saw that he was completely dry; and wearing a different set of clothes. His old clothes was curled up in a crude pile on the far side of the couch he had collapsed on, and he was now wearing the school-issued getup all members of the athletic program had in their wardrobe – a pair of blue training shorts and gray practice shirt. He also had no underwear on.
Terror struck him as he realized that Nina must have changed his clothes for him, as if he were a mere child. The embarrassment was almost too much to handle, and he didn't know how he could face the busty brunette teen knowing that she had seen him and his spent cock in their worst possible states. Whatever Nina's agenda was he felt certain that she no longer wanted him to be a part of it, and as Nina's final words to him echoed in his head he decided to honor her instruction. Knowing that he would probably be late he opened the door and began the trek to Evelyn's office; Nina's goddess-like beauty looming over every inch of his brain.
* * * * * * * *
The sun had set and Paula Swanson was switching on lights as she made her way to the front door. She heard another knock coming from the other end and when she finally yanked it open she saw Nina Knockers standing on the other side.
"Nina!" she said, staring at the young bombshell inquisitively. "So pleasant to see you, dear."
"Hi Miss Swanson." Nina said, as sweetly as she could. "Is Gretchen home?"
"Of course!" Paula exclaimed. She then leaned back and called out so that her voice echoed throughout the house. "GRETCHEN! NINA'S HERE!"
She and Nina stood at the doorway awkwardly for a moment before Paula broke the silence.
"Did you want to come inside? You'd be much more comfortable in Gretchen's room, I think."
"No thank you." Nina said. "I can't stay; my mother thinks I'm at the gym practicing."
Paula threw the young bra-buster a very annoyed look that told her she didn't like being put into this type of position.
"You have thirty minutes, missy, and then I'm calling your mom." She said.
Nina nodded in response.
"This won't take that long." She said.
A moment later Gretchen stepped behind her mother, and Paula stepped aside to allow her out.
"Okay, you two, don't cause any mischief..." she warned.
"We won't, mom." Gretchen said, obediently.
Paula eyed the two of them ominously as she closed the door.
"Hey." Nina said, as she looked her friend up and down.
"Hey..." Gretchen said, tilting her head down and grabbing both her arms. She was huddling herself together as tight as she could, as if she thought she could squeeze tight enough and hide herself from Nina's view.
"We need to talk." Nina said.
* * * * * * * *
"Oh my gawd!" Brittany exclaimed, as if the three words she had just said were all one single word. "What just happened?!"
She and her best friend Brooke had just witnessed their coach Daniel Dick collapsing right in front of them. The two blonde teens had blots of cum on their faces and giant breasts; although the latter had been shielded by their sports bras which had taken the brunt of their coach's double-cumblast.
"I think..." Brooke said, a little shocked as she looked down at their coach sprawled out on the floor. "I think...we won!"
"We did?" Brittany said, turning to her friend. Their coach's cum was no longer hot, and instead it was causing them to shiver as it dried and cooled their bodies. "We haven't won against him! Have we?"
"Nope." Brooke said. "And we did it without having to take off our bras, too."
"That's right!" Brittany said, excitedly. "Awesome!"
"No, not awesome!" Brooke said, stomping her foot down in frustration. "He shouldn't have even lasted this long - no man should!"
"You're right." Brittany said, becoming lost in thought. "But Coach Blue and Coach Dick are different. Ever since they came to town...they've been...winning."
"I don't think Coach Dick is going to be winning anymore." Brooke stated solemnly.
"Good!" Brittany said, clapping her hands together. "That's a good thing. Right?"
"I don't know." Brooke said, gesturing to the cum all over their faces and bras. "This is a lot."
"Yeah," Brittany said. "But he did it twice, remember?"
"How could I forget?" Brooke said, sarcastically. "But he said himself that it couldn't be helped. So I think he's just gonna keep doing this until he dies like the rest of them."
"You really think Coach Dick would do that?" Brittany asked, seriousness in her voice. "I mean, I could see it from Coach Blue, but..."
"Actually I can't see Coach Blue doing that anymore." Brooke said.
"What?!" Brittany asked, surprised.
"Yeah. I think that somehow...Coach Blue and Coach Dick have swapped places."
"What do you mean?" Brittany asked. "What are you talking about?"
"Coach Blue apologized to us. I mean, he barely even noticed us, remember?"
"Yeah..." Brittany answered, thinking back to when they had run into him back at school.
"And Coach Dick just passed out...the way Coach Blue used to!" Brooke said.
"Oh wow!" Brittany exclaimed. "Yeah, you're right! So...what do we do?"
"I don't know..." Brooke said, rubbing her head as she thought hard.
"I think we should stick with Coach Dick." Brittany said.
"Yeah?" Brooke inquired.
"Yeah." Brittany answered. "He's got the committee on his side, so we need to make him last as long as possible. We can string him along the way we've been doing, but deny him all of this."
Brooke watched as Brittany gestured to their cum-stained faces.
"You've got a point." She said. "Even with our deal in place he won't be able to go back on it...because if this keeps up he'll be finished before things even start to get steamy."
"I don't know..." Brittany said. "I'd like to think that...but honestly, Brooke, how much about this stuff do we really know?"
"I know what you mean." Brooke acknowledged. "I wish we knew as much about it as Gretchen."
Brittany's eyes lit up, and a second later Brooke caught her gaze and knew exactly what she was thinking.
"No." Brooke said. "Brittany, no!"
"C'monnnn!" Brittany whined. "You know she can help us!"
"Brit, no!" Brooke responded. "You already know what I said to her last time. I'm not gonna approach her now."
"Brooke, you know we don't have any other choice!"
"Errrrrrrrr!" Brooke groaned. "Fine! We'll talk to her tomorrow, are you happy?"
Brittany nodded and smiled at her friend.
"Good. Now let's go wash up and find something to wear out of here." Brooke said.
"We should use his shower!" Brittany suggested.
"No, what if he wakes up? I don't wanna be in a shower anywhere near him. Let's just use his sink, and find some of his practice shirts."
"Okay." Brittany answered.
The girls cleaned up and dressed quickly, for fear of being caught in their coach's house when he woke up, and in only ten minutes they were walking out his front door dressed in oversized gray practice shirts and their gray cotton shorts. Although the shirts were sized for their coach their huge melons bulged into their sports bras and stretched the cotton material of their shirts obscenely so that their midriffs were barely covered and their giant jugs stood proud over it. The shirts looked incredibly tight for being oversized.
It had been unusually cold in Breastford, and as the girls stepped outside they were immediately met with a rush of cold wind. They held their arms together and shivered as they walked to the sidewalk and crossed the street. They began cutting across yards in an effort to reach their respective homes, and as they did so the cold wind dried their damp sports bras completely. By the time they made it to Brooke's there was absolutely no evidence of the activities they had just taken place in.
As the two blonde teens approached they saw two figures standing in front of Paula Swanson's car, talking. They squinted and saw that it was Gretchen and Nina.
"Oh, no!" Brooke said.
"Look, Brooke, there's Gretchen. We can talk to her right now!" Brittany offered.
"No way!" Brooke said. "She's with Nina. What if they figure out what we've been doing?"
"It's too late, Nina's already calling us over!" Brittany said.
Brooke looked across the street and, sure enough, Nina was waving the two of them over. The busty blonde gave a frustrated grunt and began walking with her friend across the street. The wind was blowing their hair around, but it wasn't making sound as they clearly heard Nina and Gretchen talking as they approached.
"Hey, guys what are you two doing out right now?" Nina asked, somewhat cheery.
