This is the possible first story about a boys six form school run by various large breasted models.  It’s fiction, not real and written for entertainment purposes.  

St Andrews Term 1

“The career you pick is very important,” said Miss Pinder the giant titted head mistress of St Andrews School for Boys, “so we are having a careers day next week in the main hall.”

Miss Pinder paused looking at her notes, then stretched, her boobs were like two huge cannon balls underneath the black jumper which was stretched beyond its limits as her tits tried to force their way out of the fabric.  He long brown hair was hidden underneath the mortar board she wore with her academic gown. All the boy’s eyes strained to see her nipples, rumours were she didn’t wear a bra.  The boy’s also joked her tits were so big they could defy gravity.

“There will be representatives from the army, navy, air force, police force and MI5 here next week to talk to you all about your futures.”

Miss Pinder smiled at the boys, “That is all.”

As she left the podium the boy’s all watched her long stocking clad legs and her short black skirt hoping for a glimpse of stocking top, suspender or if they were really lucky – pink thigh.

Outside the head mistresses office sat William a cheeky little boy who was claiming he had Tourette’s because he said the game teacher Miss Howard had “Hindenburg Hooters”.  William had scruffy brown hair and small, his eye line was just about level with Miss Pinder’s nipples when the two of them stood face to tit.  

Miss Pinder sat behind her desk he gown removed, her mammoth jutting boobs filling her jumper as the boy stood in front of her, “You do not have Tourette’s,” she smiled with her full red lips, “you’re just a cheeky little boy.”

“I do, I’m fighting it but I want to say are you a melon smuggler…”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Are you a melon smuggler Miss Pinder because you have two big fat melons stuffed down your jumper?”

“This is unacceptable William.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I am going to have to put you on detention for the rest of the week.”

This was what he wanted, a whole hour alone with Miss Pinder and possibly the deputy head Miss Braddy.  He had some itching powder he wanted to use on them both and a camera phone.

“On your way out please send Benny in,” Miss Pinder made a note of William’s detention as the boy left.

Benny walked nervously into the head mistresses room – he was as short as William but rounder, with a large round face. Miss Pinder was already sitting on a chair in the middle of the room her short skirt riding up slightly so the little boy could see the tops of her stockings.

“We’ve talked about this haven’t we Benny?” she said as he walked over to her, “and I’ve tried everything but still you insist on being naughty don’t you?”

“Yes ma’am.” Benny said slowly.

“And what was it this time?”

Benny glanced over her massive breasts trapped in the confines of her black jumper, “I can’t remember.”

“Yes you can,” she stood up walking towards him his face level with her jutting wobbling torpedo tits.

“Miss Titbulge, I told my class your real name was Miss Titbulge,” he whispered his mouth inches from Miss Pinder’s knockers.

“Miss Titbulge,” she sighed, “this won’t do Benny.”

An inch more and he could bite one of them.  He’d bite hard and not let go.  He’d have Miss Pinder’s tit in his mouth.

Miss Pinder took his hand leading him over to the chair; she sat down and made him lay across her lap.  He could see up her skirt at her stocking tops and suspenders. He could feel her enormous jugs resting on his back.

“You!” SMACK! “Will not!” SMACK! “Disrespect me!” SMACK! SMACK!

Miss Pinder whacked her palm on the little boy’s buttocks making him jerk with each whack.  He held on to her legs as she spanked him as hard as she could.

Miss Pinder’s boobs squashed and slapped against the boy’s back while she punished him.

Benny would later tell his friends,” It was like being spanked by a woman with a bouncy castle stuck on her chest.”

“I’m in detention with her this evening,” said William sitting on the wall outside during morning break, “I’m sure Miss Braddy will be there.”

Miss Howard was on break duty in her aerobics kit. She was covered in swat from the class she had run less than half an hour before.  The aerobics class was very popular with the boy’s as Miss Howard wore a skimpy blue leotard; sweat band but best of all no bra.  In the session she would move, stretch, gyrate, thrust her hips and chest and get very sweaty in the process. As would you class who watched her boobs bounce with each move and their favourite was when she lay on the floor thrusting her hips up with her knees bent.  

Outside the cold made Miss Howard’s nipples stick out from the blue leotard.

“Miss Howard’s zeppelins are coming in the land,” said William as he saw her walk over to them.

“Boys!” she snapped looking a stern as she could , her eyes thick with black eyeliner, her red full lips and her body steaming in the cold.  

The boy’s couldn’t stop looking at the thick hard nipples jutting from her two bulging boobs.

“It’s nearly end of the break you should be heading back to class.”

“We’re waiting for the bell miss,” replied Benny.

“Cold out isn’t it miss,” smiled William.

“Yes William it is cold,” she folded her arms over her heavy breasts, “are you still suffering from Tourette’s?”

“Dunno miss, you still getting you bra’s made in a parachute factory?” was what William wanted to reply, but instead he just said, “Not lately miss.”

The bell went and boy’s headed back to class.

As they walked to Miss Becker’s English class a boy called Timmy ran over to them, “Guys,” he gasped as he reached them, “Miss Howard’s going for a shower before her next class.”

The boy’s put the hole in the wall of the teacher’s changing rooms last term when someone told them Miss Pinder was going to get changed for the Christmas Party in the room.  She didn’t and since then there had been no reason to revisit it.

William and Benny could not miss class so they told Timmy where the hole was and what he had to do “Put your mobile against the hole and film as much as you can, zoom in on her milk jugs and if you can get any shots of her soaping them up that would be great.”

Timmy ran off to do his task.  He climbed down a flight of stairs past the old janitor’s room which was now used by their gang as a meeting room, past some piping until he reached a bare wall.  Right in the centre of it was the hole they drilled before Christmas.

Timmy nervously put his eye to the hole to see Miss Howard on the other side slowly peeling off her leotard which was stuck to her heaving grapefruit sized tits; her erect nipples came into view which looked enormous.  With large swollen areola so firm and erect some of the areola glands were visible.

Timmy nearly forgot to film it; he put his camera against the hole and pressed record.  He filmed the busty teacher completely removing her leotard, he saw she had a shaven pussy.  She picked up a bottle of shower gel and walked into the open shower, water started pouring on her massive tits she squirted some gel on them and started massaging her boobs until there was a full laver her nipples which almost hid them with soap suds. Timmy’s hand was shaking as she rubbed soap on her flat stomach, then between her legs; she turned around and started soaping her buttocks with both hands.  On her back he saw she had a tattoo of a hand grenade, which he found odd as he zoomed in on the teacher’s perfect round bum cheeks.

Miss Howard turned around again, pushing her tits together so they squashed against each other making them look bigger than before. She held her boobs squeezing them, her eyes closed and she was biting her bottom lip.

“Look at her soap those sacks,” grinned Benny looking at the film on Timmy’s phone when they met up at lunchtime, “they are huge. What I’d give to play with those fun bags.”

“How I wish I was a sponge,” gasped William as Miss Howard used her forearms to press her immense wet pink breasts together the suds spilling out of the cleavage as the water hit them.

Miss Howard turned around again, this time gripping her soft buttocks, pulling them open and bending over giving the boy’s perfect view of her arsehole and pouting pink cuntlips.

She straightened, turned and held one boob with both hands pushing the suds and water off squeezing it so her nipples grew larger.  She then did the same with her other boob.

“Is she putting on a show for us?” asked William.

Benny thought about it, “She’s putting on a show for someone, Timmy did melon tits know you were there?”

“No,” Timmy was certain, “she couldn’t have.”

Miss Howard’s shower ended, but the show didn’t.

The games teacher took time drying herself off with a small white towel, first she putting it between her legs holding both ends and rubbing it very hard on her pussy.  She let out a little whimper squinting her eyes.  Next she wrapped each boob with the towel and rubbed it violently making the soft pink flesh wobble and judder as she did this.  Miss Howard dried her long legs by putting one up on the bench, giving the boy’s a view of her pussy again and rubbed her legs letting her boobs sandwich her thigh as she reached down.

The mobile cut off.

“What? What? No more?” said William a little angry.

“My video files are limited to only a couple of minutes,” Timmy said weakly looking at his phone.

“What else did zeppelin tits do?” asked Benny, “did she finger herself?”

“No,” Timmy sighed, “she dried her legs, then her hair. She blow dried her hair, put on her lipstick and eye liner while naked. And then put her clothes on.”

“Stockings?  Suspenders? I need to know.” Benny half pleaded.

“Stockings and suspenders yes, little black and a really tight white t-shirt…”

“Bra…what type of bra?”

“A white one, clips at the front and is one of those wonda bra type things, makes Miss Howard’s bean bags look twice as big…oh and…”

“Yeah?” asked Benny wide eyed.

“No knickers.”

The boy’s reached the dining room before Miss Howard arrived.  They got their dinner and found a table near the teacher’s table at the back of the room. Miss Pinder was finishing her lunch with the deputy Miss Braddy.  

Benny kept glancing at the door, waiting for the games teacher to arrive.

When she did Miss Howard’s firm twin zeppelin boobs arrived before she did.  Two white missiles appeared in the doorway followed by the attractive dark haired teacher. Her tits looked bigger, moulded, pointing out of her chest like giant bosom bullets. Her white t-shirt was too small, taut over the tits encased in a bra some called “the show off”.  

Her lovely legs now in black stocking and she was wearing a very short black skirt.

“And it’s a tie in the barrage balloon race,” said Benny grinning like a Cheshire cat, “her knockers have grown since morning break, I swear they have actually got bigger.  How does she keep upright?”

“That’s why it’s called a wonda bra….” William cut short as the big boobed teacher was passing them.

“Hello boys.” She smiled as she went to the counter for her lunch.

“Hello miss.” Said Timmy.

“Hi Timmy,” she stopped, looking at him for a moment, “did you miss class this morning?  As your form teacher I should know why?”

Timmy looked up at her as she stood over him, he could hardly see her face, just two gigantic white melons in his view, “I felt ill so I went for a lie down.” He half whispered.

“Oh,” she gave him a tight smile, “what did nurse say?”

“Nothing she wasn’t there when I got there.”

“Okay, well don’t miss class.  Boys.”

“Miss,” said William.

“Missile tits,” whispered Benny.

Miss Howard went over to the counter while Benny held his palms in front of his chest as if he was measuring the teacher’s breasts.

Miss Pinder walked passed at this point and said, “Benny, what are you doing?”

He threw his hands down, “Nothing Miss Pinder.”

“I hope not, I have my eye on you.” And with that she walked out of the lunch room.

“Right,” William lent down gesturing the boy’s to join him, “ this is what we do.”

It was down to Timmy again, “But I’ve already seen her pussy, we all have.”

“We want a picture of it, use my phone this time,” William said handing over his Smart Phone.

Miss Howard sat next to Miss Braddy at the table. Miss Braddy had short dark hair and wore a crisp white blouse over her large boobs; she also wore what seemed to be a teacher issue short black dress.

Timmy went on his mission, he took his tray back to the counter but managed to drop his knife as he went passed the teacher’s table. As he knelt down to pick it up he looked under the table between Miss Howard’s legs.  He went to take a picture.

“What are you doing Timmy?”

Timmy looked up to see Miss Pinder standing over him.

“I’m…erm…picking up my knife.”

“Well pick it up then.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Timmy stood up and for a moment his head bounced on the underside of Miss Pinder’s hard round melons.  

“Timmy!”

“Sorry ma’am.”

Miss Pinder took hold of his ear, “I think you and I need to go somewhere and have a quite word, don’t you?”

His face screwed up in pain the little boy said, “Yes ma’am.”

“Come on then.”

The headmistress pulled him out of the lunchroom by his ear.  His tray still on the floor in front of the knicker less Miss Howard.

Once in her office Miss Pinder made the boy sit on the sofa.  She sat next to him, looking over at him, her jumper straining against the enormous breasts she now had inches from Timmy’s little worried face.

“You’re a good boy Timmy,” she patted him on the knee, “and I hate to see you falling in with the wrong crowd.  William and Benny are not good boys like you.” To make her point she patted his knee again, “now what can we do to make sure you stay on the straight and narrow?”

The little school boy looked into her brown eyes; she was beautiful, like an angel with her brown hair tied up in a tight bun and an angel with very big tits.

His eyes went down to her breasts; the jumper was so taunt he could see the purple of a bra underneath it.  He swallowed and looked back up at her.

“It’s rude to look at a ladies bosoms when she is talking to you,” Miss Pinder held his chin up his eyes almost hypnotised by the headmistress’ boobs.

“It’s just..” he started to say something but held back.

“What Timmy?”

“They’re…so….big…” he half whispered, “…massive…”

“They aren’t that big,” she looked at her chest.

“Not as big as Miss Howard’s,” the little boy stammered, “they are…” he tried to find the words, “…like huge, gigantic, like pumpkins…”

“I think I know how we can get you back on the straight and narrow Timmy,” she leant back on the sofa, stretching, pushing her chest out for him to stare at, “Be here at 3pm with your camera phone, I will clear it with your teacher.  Miss Howard and I will have word with you then and sort this out.” She stopped stretching, “Now give the phone and get back to class.”

“But it’s not mine it’s Williams.”

“I’m still confiscating it young man.”

Later Benny asked Timmy, “What happened?”

“She just told me off.”

“That all?”

“Yeah.”

“Got my phone?” asked William.

“Miss Pinder confiscated it, but I’ll get it back at the end of the day.”

“I need it for my detention,” moaned William, “I’m gonna be in class six, get it to me when you get it back.”

“I will.”

At 3pm Timmy was excused from his class and headed to Miss Pinder’s office.  He knocked and waited, “Come in.”

The little boy opened the door to see Miss Pinder at her desk with her hair undone and flowing on her shoulders.  On the sofa sat Miss Howard still in her tight white t-shirt her legs crossed looking over at him as he came in.

“Timmy,” Miss Pinder rose from her chair, “have you brought your camera phone.”

Suddenly it hit him; they knew he’d film Miss Howard in the shower.  

“Come and sit down,” Miss Howard patted the centre of the sofa.

He nervously walked over, sitting next to his form teacher. The busty head mistress sat the other side of the boy.  Both women aimed their well-endowed chests at him as they spoke.

“You seem a little preoccupied,” said Miss Pinder, “in lessons and when you came to see me.”

“Very preoccupied,” agreed Miss Howard leaning towards the boy, her large boobs almost touching his shoulder.

“Timmy,” Miss Pinder put her hand on his knee again, “as I said you are a good boy who has strayed a little and we, Miss Howard and I, feel we know what we need to do to get you back on track.”

Miss Howard put her hand on Timmy’s other knee, “You think my tits are bigger than Miss Pinder’s don’t you?”

“They are,” whispered Timmy.

“It’s the way they are packaged,” Miss Howard looked down at her chest, “they just look bigger, I assure you Miss Pinder’s are just as big.”

“So, you like our boobs do you Timmy?” asked Miss Pinder.

“Yes ma’am,” the boy tried not to look at the two sets of knockers either side of him.

“What do you boys call them and us?” Miss Pinder moved closer her tits touching his shoulder, “what names have you got for us?”

Timmy swallowed, “Names?”

“Yes,” Miss Pinder pressed her massive tit against the little boy’s shoulder, “what do you boys call us behind our backs.”

“Tell us,” Miss Howard pushed forward as the two teachers sandwiched the school boy between their big hard boobs.

“Well,” Timmy squirmed, “They call Miss Pinder, Miss Titbulge…”

“I know that one Timmy.” Miss Pinder said softly.

“They also call you Miss Big Jugs, Miss Torpedoe Tits, Miss More Tit and Miss Tit More…”

“And?” Miss Pinder, rubbed her tits on his shoulder, “what else do they call me?”

“Bra buster, Miss Knockers, Miss Titanic Tits, Miss Boobzilla, coconut smuggler, melon smuggler, grapefruit smuggler, Miss Bean Bags…”

“What about me?” Miss Howard felt left out, “any special names for me?”

“Yes miss,” Timmy swallowed, “Zepplin Tits, Hindenburg Boobs, Miss Fun Bags, Miss Milkshakes, Miss Ear Muffs….”

“Interesting,” Miss Pinder smiled, “that’s good of you tell us both this.  Names can be hurtful.  But some of those are inventive.  What do you boy’s call our breasts?”

“Your what?”

Miss Howard leant forward, “Our boobs, our knockers, tits, what do you boys call them?”

Timmy sighed, “Bra busters, bikini stuffers, bouncers, bra stuffers, melons, pumpkins, milk shakes…”

“Okay Timmy,” Miss Pinder sat back, “this is the deal.  I will prove to you my melons are as big as Miss Howard’s, you can take a picture and then you will be a good boy.  Okay?”

Timmy seemed to come out of daze, “Yes, yes ma’am.”

Miss Pinder started rolling her jumper up until she came to the base of his giant tits which were held firmly in place by a purple silk bra, “He we go.”

The headmistress rolled the jumper over her tits until she tucked it under her chin.

“Aren’t they beauties,” Miss Pinder said, “I am very proud of them and they are real.”

The boy stared at his huge pink pillows trapped in the purple bra, giving her a deep invited cleavage.

“Close your mouth it’s rude.” She snapped.

“They..are…really…big…”

“Yes they are Timmy.”

“Now,” Miss Howard lifted her t-shirt which was already tight, as she pulled it up he saw the wonda bra appear which was pressing her large breasts together and making them look like massive white tit missiles pointing at the little boy, “see the bra is making the look bigger, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Timmy licked his lips, he pointed at Miss Howard’s massive cleavage, “they just make them look….” His finger hovered over her cleavage, “can I touch them?”

“No,” Miss Howard smiled, “you can look but you can’t touch.”

Miss Pinder spoke, “Get your camera out Timmy.”

Timmy reached in his school jacket lifting out his phone; he pointedit at  Miss Pinder’s gigantic boobs and took a photo.  He then turned to Miss Howard he was shivering as he took a picture of her lovely melons.

Miss Pinder took hold of Timmy’s head pulling him around, “Are you going to be a good boy from now on?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good,” and she pulled her head into her chest sandwiching his face between her enormous tits and shaking them from side to side, she pulled out of her cleavage and said, “These picture do not go on facebook or twitter or youtube okay?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Miss Howard took his head and shoved it between her massive tits, her boobs covered his ears she said “Miss Ear Muffs.” As she shook her knockers from side to side slapping them on the little boys head, “I like that.”

Miss Howard let Timmy go; he fell back on the sofa as the two teachers pulled their respective jumper and t-shirts down.

Miss Pinder stood up, “Timmy you get back on the straight and narrow and at the end of term we can have another meeting like this.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Miss Howard rose, “And we may let you take off our bras.”

“Yes miss.”

Timmy rose awkwardly from the sofa, his hard on pressing against his trousers.  

“Don’t forget William’s mobile,” Miss Pinder sat at her desk opening a draw, “here it is.”

She handed it to him.

“Tell him I’ve deleted all the shots of various teachers legs and breasts.”

“I will ma’am.”

Timmy left the office and hurried to the classroom where William was waiting for his detention.

“About fucking time,” William said grabbing the phone from Timmy, “How did it go?”

“Okay, I’ve gotta go.”  Timmy rushed off to the toilets to look at his pictures and have a wank.

Miss Braddy arrived first, she went over to the desk, “William I assume you have some work to do?”

“Yes miss.”

“Well get on with it, Miss Pinder will be here soon.”

William’s plan was to somehow get itching powder on to the headmistress and deputy so they would have to remove their clothes to stop the itching.  He just hadn’t worked out how to do it.

Miss Pinder arrived, he was surprised to see her hair down and liked to way it lay on the shelf of her breasts.

The hour went by; he had no idea how to do it, so he went home frustrated while Timmy transferred his film of Miss Howard and his pictures to his laptop computer.

Timmy was good to his word and slowly moved away from William and Benny he kept his nose clean but still couldn’t stop looking at his teacher’s mammoth breasts as they walked around in their tight tops.  It was going to be summer soon and with the good weather he knew they low tops would arrive.

Benny continued his attempt at calling his teachers the most inappropriate names he could come up with.

In a games lesson while the boy’s played rugby Miss Hancock turned was there in a black referee with short black trousers.  The top was black with white collars but the arms were cut short just below her shoulders.  Her tits as always strained against the black cloth as if they were trying to escape.  She wore long black socks with her football boots.

Miss Howard arrived on the pitch holding two rugby balls in front of her chest.  Benny thought of the new name “Miss Rugby Ball Tits.”

This went down with Miss Football Tits and Miss Medicine Ball Tits.

During the match Benny ran straight into Miss Howard by accident, they fell in the mud together, he was on top of her with his head firmly pressed between her colossal boobs.  He struggled for a moment, he lifted his face and looked at the gap his head had made between her breasts.  Miss Howard pushed him off.

“It was an accident miss,” he said standing.

Miss Howard sat up, her legs, shorts and back caked in mud, “Ok,” she blew her whistle and the boy’s got into a scrum.

Miss Howard walked back with the boy’s to the changing room, mud dripping off her bottom, running down her legs.  She didn’t have time to go to the staff shower she had to get cleaned up somehow in a room full of naked school boy’s showering.

She waited until they were finished and getting dressed. The teacher walked into the shower and let the water fall on her with her referee uniform still on.  The boys could see her rubbing the mud off her wet shorts and her legs.  As her top became soaked by the shower it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra under the black shirt as her nipples poked out as the cloth stuck to her mammoth boobs.

Miss Howard switched off the shower and stood there soaked, her referee uniform clinging to her body, making all the curves stand out so she almost looked like she was naked.  She walked out passing the gawping boys and into her office to change her clothes. She made sure she locked the door.

*

As term came to an end the weather brightened up as did the clothing of the boy’s favourite teachers.  Miss Pinder wore hot pants one day and a low cut top her boobs looked like they were being pushed out of the top by her bra.  Miss Howard wore a short white skirt and a sleeveless top with a low front showing one of the deepest most inviting cleavages most of the boys had ever seen.

Both women were dressed like this when Timmy was brought in for another little chat just before school ended.

The little blonde boy walked into the headmistresses’ office, she was at her desk, Miss Howard on the sofa.

“Hello Timmy,” said Miss Pinder standing up showing him her tight hot pants, “You have been a very good boy this term.”

“Yes you have,” Miss Howard beckoned him over to the sofa.

“But before we give you your well-earned reward we need some help,” said Miss Pinder walking around her desk towards little Timmy.

She lifted up a bra from her desk in the cups were two large melons, “This was found hanging outside the school gates yesterday Timmy.  Do you know anything about it?”

“No ma’am.” Timmy said nervously pretty sure it was the handy work of Benny.

“Do you know whose bra this is Timmy?” asked Miss Howard standing up and moving over to the boy.

Timmy guessed it was Miss Howard’s, “Yours miss?”

“Yes,” Miss Howard stood behind Timmy, putting her hands on his shoulders and pressing her large bosoms against his head, “do you think my breasts are like melons Timmy?”

“No…” he stammered.

She rubbed her huge knockers on the back of his head, “I think you are a liar Timmy.”

Miss Pinder was walking forward after putting the bra down, “I think you are a liar as well Timmy.”

The headmistress stood close to the boy her gravity defying boobs just about to touch his face, “So we will ask you again. Do you think Miss Howard’s breasts are like melons.”

“Yes!” he cried out, “yes big fat melons!”

The two women moved pushing forward encasing the little boy’s face in their mammoth breasts.  They wobbled them all over his face and head.  His hands came up grabbing the bottom of Miss Pinder’s torpedo shaped tits, but after a little grope she pulled his hands away and held them while two pairs of gigantic huge pink melons covered Timmy’s head completely.

Both women moved away at the same time and Miss Pinder spoke slowly, “So Timmy, your task before the end of this week is to find out who did this and who stole Miss Howard’s bra.  And on the last day of term…” she paused, “well, who knows what may happen.”