“Breasts are composed of adipose tissue, or fat to you, as well as glands, primarily the mammary glands, plus some collagen,” Mr. Forsythe intoned. “And of course superficially there is a nipple surrounded by an areola on each.”
“What do you mean, sir?”
“Come, come, boy. Are you telling me you’ve never seen a pair of breasts?”
“No, sir,” Amir replied with a straight face.
“What about you two?” the teacher asked the other two boys, Michael, an overweight bespectacled boy of Chinese origin, and his nephew Charles, a tall heavyset, thick-lipped young man with a permanent sneer and hooded eyes.
“No, sir,” they chorused, again with straight faces although slightly less successfully so.
“Well. I thought you young boys would have been perusing pictures in, um, well, in, er, whatever one peruses these days for such material. Hmm. Well that makes this most difficult. Um, Claire, might I have a word?” When she nodded, he continued, “Boys, continue to read chapter fourteen about the primary female sexual organs.”
Mr. Forsythe took Claire to the office.
“Claire, might I ask for your help, my dear?” Mr. Forsythe said, holding her hands.
“Oh, yes, Mr. Forsythe, I mean, Edward. Of course. You just have to ask and I’ll do anything,” Claire replied eagerly.
“I need some help explaining the boys about breasts and how the lactation works.”
“Sorry?” Claire asked.
“The production of milk in mammals.”
“Oh, I see. What would you like me to do?” she said.
“Well, as the boys are unfamiliar with breasts, would you mind awfully if I could use yours to demonstrate to them the basic anatomy?”
“What, you’d like me to show them my breasts?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I need you to do. I just want to point out how they’re, um, put together.”
Claire was confused. Although she wasn’t in any way shy of exposing her body, she knew that Danny might not be so happy about her doing so. But she wanted to please Mr. Forsythe and she was keen that she act professionally in front of him. And it wouldn’t really do any harm it was just an anatomy lesson, after all.
“Um, well, OK then,” she agreed.
They went back to the lab where the boys were chatting and giggling.
“If you wouldn’t mind standing there, Ms. Bell. Thank you. And please can you disrobe,” Mr. Forsythe said,
Claire stood at the front of the room and began unbuttoning her black blouse while Mr. Forsythe continued. “Ms. Bell has kindly agreed to allow us the opportunity to examine her breasts. Gather round, boys.”
All of a sudden the boys became very quiet and moved rapidly to stand around Claire as she pulled off her blouse to reveal a lacy black half-cup bra. She wished she’d worn a less interesting one as the tops of her areolae were quite visible. Luckily it was warm in the room otherwise it might have been worse.
The boys sighed in wonder at the size and sight of her bosom which, like most of her, was lightly freckled and a smooth milky white.
She looked at Mr. Forsythe who was smiling benignly. He nodded encouragingly.
Beginning to feel self-conscious she reached behind her to unclip her bra, her unfettered breasts surging forward a little. She took a breath and pulled it off completely.
“Oh, shit!”, “Wow!” and “Holy fuck!” came the comments from the pupils as they looked upon Claire’s impossibly flawless tits with their perfectly shaped small red nipples.
“Boys!” Mr Forsythe warned before beginning his tour of Claire’s big boobs.
Claire began to blush as he discussed the different parts of her breasts and exactly what was inside them, occasionally prodding her left breast and nipple to make a point. Certainly the boys seemed to be paying attention, their expressions rapt and hardly blinking as they stared at her chest for the next ten minutes.
“Any questions, boys?” he eventually finished to amazed silence.
“Are all tits as amazing as Ms. Bell’s?” Michael eventually asked.
Mr. Forsythe didn’t seem to notice Michael’s use of vernacular. “What? Oh no. Ms. Bell’s bosom is remarkable in two significant respects,” he lectured. “First of all the size of each breasts is extraordinary, much larger than one would expect on a young lady with such a slender frame, at least without any enhancements. How big are they, Ms. Bell?”
“Um, about 34DD,” she replied, slightly calmer now that she realised that this was a very factual and down-to-earth discussion.
“Yes, that is a good size,” Mr. Forsythe nodded, reaching out and weighing them in each hand. “And also, Ms. Bell is blessed with very firm breasts too. Note that they hardly sag at all – she probably has no need for a brassiere whatsoever.”
He was squeezing and fondling her boobs quite firmly now.
“And note the current softness of her nipples. If I just do this,” he said taking hold of each her nipples between thumb and forefinger and gently pinching, “you should see…, yes, there you go. My manipulation has resulted in some local arousal. Her nipples are now nice and hard to the touch.”
Claire did her best to remain calm but she was becoming a little breathless.
“Can we have a go, sir?” Mr. Forsythe looked up at Amir who had asked the question.
“Er, I think what Amir means is that would be really valuable for us to have some first hand knowledge of the anatomy of breasts,” Charles interjected smoothly.
“Yes, well, I suppose it would be a good idea. All right, queue up. One at a time,” Mr Forsythe barked.
Claire was more than a little startled at Mr. Forsythe’s decision but still wanted to appear professional so did her best to stay still, staring straight ahead as the three boys took turns to feel her tits, each taking time to get a really good feel for their size, texture and shape.
Amir went first, boyishly eager, but very gentle although he gradually increased the force of his fondling, all the time checking with Claire to make sure she was OK. He was such a sweet boy that she gave him a little smile and nodded encouragingly.
Michael was normally painfully shy but was extremely thorough as he concentrated hard on one breast than the other in a systematic and methodical way.
Charles however was quite rough with her breasts, twisting her nipples and causing her to gasp, interestingly keeping eye contact with her rather than staring at her boobs as the other two had done. He had to be told twice to stop by Mr. Forsythe before he moved away.