[MF] The teacher who solidified my big boob fascination

I have quite a few stories from my youth that would be worth telling, but I’ll start with an event that firmly shaped my desire for thicker, curvy women. I apologize that this won’t have any proper sex in it, but it does contain sexy situations.

When I was a freshman in high school I had a science teacher who was known throughout the school for having an absolutely massive chest. She wasn’t petite and busty by any stretch of the imagination, but nor was she particularly large. I’d certainly classify her as a BBW, but she’d be right at home on a subreddit like gonewildcurvy.

She always wore this dark red lipstick and even though she generally fully covered her chest, her breasts were so prominent that there was no *real* way to hold them back from public view. As a straight boy going through puberty at that time it made for an interesting class. Let’s just say I exited every day with my books held in front of my crotch like a real smooth operator.

So this teacher, who I’ll call Miss Jangles due to the clattering bracelets she always wore, also headed up the Science Club at my school. As a natural Grade A Stud I held such coveted panty-dropping positions at my school as Third Chair violinist in my school’s orchestra, Assistant Team Captain of the Mathletes, and Treasurer of this same Science Club. Oh, shit, did I mention President of the non-school-recognized Anime Club?

So obviously I was drowning in pussy and you’d think I wouldn’t have any interest in a nearly 50 year old divorced science teacher who spent a portion of each class telling us about her cats, but you’d be wrong, friends. *Dead wrong.*

I tried harder in Miss Jangles’ class than all the rest of my classes combined. There was no part of me that thought if I was a perfect student she’d reward me with red hot supply closet passion, but for a 14 year old who never went to any school dances or on dates, having the attention of a woman I found attractive was endlessly wonderful to me, even if the attention was merely that of a teacher for her “star pupil.”

The Science Club met once a week right after school, and was fairly boring. We’d discuss events and plans, take minutes, and then break and everyone would go home. One day early on I went to the restroom close to the end of the meeting and when I returned for my stuff, everyone was gone and Miss Jangles was cleaning up her classroom and gathering up papers to grade. I realized that she stayed late every night before going home to an empty apartment in that moment and it was strangely humanizing. I was a latch-key kid so I volunteered to help her clean up, and that became my new routine. In fact, I tried to do one better by volunteering to clean her room *while* she graded so she could leave even faster. Yes, my obsession with being my teacher’s favorite had by this point moved far past sad.

*However,* it oddly paid off as she began treating me more and more like her friend than her student. She’d talk more about her personal life, and I got to know her as a person and it was nice.

Then something happened that changed the relationship a bit. I was cleaning up after club like I usually do when I looked up and noticed Miss Jangles idly tracing around her breasts with her finger while she graded. I don’t think she was trying to be erotic, I think she just forgot I was there. I immediately slowed down my work and, if I’m being totally honest, just stared. In hindsight this had to have looked ridiculous. Some 14 year old nerd clearly just pretending to wipe down a microscope while blatantly staring at his teacher’s tits.

Which I’m sure it did, because I was broken out of my reverie by Miss Jangles clearing her throat and looking at me. It genuinely took me a couple of seconds to come back to reality. I was crazy embarrassed, that kind of mortified feeling you only experience as a teenager where you’re convinced the whole world is about to end because you fucked something up.

But it didn’t end. Something weird happened. Miss Jangles asked me to come up to the front. I was happy to comply, but there was sort of an obvious problem. I was wearing khaki shorts that were so tented out you could easily hold a circus in there. I had been bent over a table while cleaning so it wasn’t obvious, but I knew as soon as I straightened up and walked, she’d know exactly what was going on.

Still, I was stuck in my desire to be a good student, so as soon as she asked me to come up, I did. And yes, obviously she noticed.

What followed boggled my mind. She said to me, “That happens to you a lot in my class, doesn’t it?”

I played dumb like I wasn’t sure what she was talking about, but she pointedly looked down at my crotch and then raised an eyebrow. I was as red as a crab.

She then smiled and said, “Sweetie, it’s okay. If I had a nickel for every time a man looked at these,” at which point she paused and put her hands on either side of her breasts over her sweater and squeezed them together a few times, almost like fluffing a couple of pillows, “I wouldn’t need a day job.”

I had no clue what to say. I think I managed to stammer out some kind of laugh, but truthfully all of my brain power had gone towards vividly recording that moment so I could replay it in my mind forever. It was a mathematical certainty that I was going to go home and masturbate until I became a dehydrated, chafed mummy.

I think she sensed that I was embarrassed as she then took my hand and tried to talk to me further by saying, “Honey, don’t worry, it’s very normal. And some women will like it, it’s like a little compliment. Just try to remember to talk and be yourself and don’t get scared and maybe you’ll even get to date a young lady as long as you’re respectful.” She then paused for a moment and smirked – I’ll always remember the smirk because of that dark red lipstick. “Just don’t be disappointed if she’s not as big as me.”

Now, in hindsight, Miss Jangles was being an absolutely amazing relationship mentor and all around bro – that was really solid advice that has actually served me well in my dating life. But at the time, the helpfulness of it was lost amidst my clouded thoughts that my teacher was holding my hand with the same hands that had just touched her tits.

After that, things *changed* and I definitely noticed. Most of the after-club cleaning sessions after that had a new feature to them – about halfway through, my teacher would suddenly declare that the room was “so stuffy” and take her sweater off, underneath which was always a tank top that bared an *insane* amount of cleavage. Not because it was a particularly low cut shirt, but just because her breasts were massive and there’s only so much a tank top can do to cover that up. It was a dream.

There was one other relatively sexual situation that happened after the first, when I was having a particularly bad day. I realize everything I said before convinced you guys that I was mad popular, but the truth was I took shit just like a lot of kids did that didn’t gel with the majority. This day I happened to take a little more shit than usual, and I wound up talking to Miss Jangles about it. I sat in a chair and got pretty worked up and, in all honesty, cried a little bit.

I realize this is getting long and me crying doesn’t exactly set the scene for a rated R situation, but bear with me. Miss Jangles chose to listen to this entire sob story sitting on her knees next to my chair with her hand on my thigh. Considering that the class was full of chairs, it was an odd choice. However, I wasn’t going to complain, because her position afforded me the ability to see right down that tank top. It felt like a mile of alabaster cleavage, singing a siren song to me. I was hypnotized.

So hypnotized that it genuinely took me a moment to realize that my erection, which was really inevitable when presented with that view, had creeped down my pant leg and the head of my cock was right under my teacher’s hand, which was still on my thigh.

It’s important to note here that she didn’t grab me, or stroke me, or wantonly cry out, “At last!” before ripping my clothes off of me like some elaborate tear-away outfit and lewdly start sucking me off. She literally just let her hand stay there. I know she said some things designed to make me feel better, but I really don’t remember them. I was way too focused on the fact that my cock was repeatedly and persistently throbbing underneath her hand. There was no conceivable way she didn’t feel it. She just didn’t say anything about it or call attention to it in any way.

Then there was a moment of silence where neither of us said anything. Miss Jangles, still keeping her hand where it was, used her other hand to adjust her bra, which caused her breasts to move around erratically within their confines, which only caused me to throb even more painfully into her hand. I was too petrified to move, thinking anything I did would only end that moment faster.

And then, she asked me to help her stand up. I stood, suddenly realizing my cock was tenting out right towards her face, but she completely ignored it as she held up her hands for me to grab hold, and as I pulled her to her feet, her tits brushed right up against my cock. She then smiled at me, told me to head home and try to “destress and not worry about it,” and went back to her desk to grade.

Nothing even remotely like those two events happened again for the rest of the semester. In fact, Miss Jangles was way more sparing from that point forward when it came to taking off her sweater or shirt, as though the room just suddenly wasn’t stuffy anymore.

So, hindsight thoughts – as an adult with many friends who are teachers, I can’t condone her behavior. In fact, if any of you are teachers and reading this, you’re probably thinking that this woman likes to play it fast and loose with her livelihood because what she did, if I’d complained or if it had gone any further, would end with her both fired and probably in prison.

However, as an awkward kid who had a huge crush, it was magical and I’ll always remember it. She was a classy lady, she gave amazing advice, she actually cared about me, and her breasts will live in infamy in the back of my mind for the rest of my natural life

**tl;dr** I had a teacher with enormous tits and one time she sort of touched my cock.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5qjc4l/mf_the_teacher_who_solidified_my_big_boob