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20. Benefits of big boobs

Hi readers,

Manjushree is back with another story. Thank you all for giving great reviews from the previous story i wrote, my dear papa & my buddy raghu. All you horny guys and sex carving girls, i hope this story satisfies your hunger.

Flashback for all newcomers, my name is manjushree, 23 years, single, computer major, working at a silicon valley firm in us. My first experience was during my teen years, it happened after my 17th birthday. I started to blossom well before my puberty, i had a great body. I was 5' 6", 32b-24-30 and after puberty, my blossoming was very keen on my breasts and ass. Now, i had a 36dd-24-32. I had the biggest boobs during my 1st year of college. This incident happened during my 12 std in high college. To my best of knowledge, i think i had a solid c-cup during 10 std and now i fill my bras to a very full 36dd. All this big breast genes ran in the family as my mother and my two aunts were double d's.

Because of my noticeable attributes, i received a whole lot of interests from the male species and not just from boys my own age. The male teachers always paid a little more attention to than they did to other girl classmates.

During high college, i didn't overtly flaunt it, i loved to make the boys and men turn around me by looking at my ripe breasts. My favorite victim was my history professor, mr. Shastri. He was an average man in his 40's with a beer belly. I loved nothing more than to unbutton the top two buttons on my kameez, go up to a seated mr. Shastri and then bend over to ask an innocent question for sole purpose of giving him an eye full of boobs. I did this just to tease really not to cause any real trouble.

Trouble however is what i was getting into. With three weeks left in the test all the teachers handed out progress reports to let the students know where they stood grade wise. I had always done very well in college and my parents expected nothing less than a. Everything was okay until mr. Shastri handed out my report card that afternoon. A 'c' grade, i was getting a c grade in history and my papa did his phd in history. This was not only bad but it was a catastrophe. My parents might accept one b grade on my report card but a c grade is some thing new in my career and i am not sure, what my parents will do.

Oh devarra, help me.

So, i decided that i would talk to mr. Shastri after the day's final period. If i pleaded with him maybe i could pull a c after all. As the last class bell rang, students began leave the college. Pretty soon the whole place was pretty much empty and leaving me as one of the few students left in the building. I hoped mr. Shastri would be alone as i approached his classroom. When i stuck my head around the corner of the door, i saw mr. Shastri alone grading some papers. I quickly unbuttoned the top two buttons on i kameez and entered the room.

As i approached his desk, mr. Shastri looked up from his grading and asked what i wanted.

I am upset, told mr. Shastri and although he was considerate, he said there wasn't anything he could do for me. When i heard this, i began to cry. Jumping to his feet mr. Shastri came over and put his arm around me to help me sit down. As he did this, i felt his hand casually brush across my boobs. At this point i had to make a quick decision. As i was crying, i told mr. Shastri that something else was really bothering me.

"it's my upper body, i feel like such a cow with these two big things stuck to me, everybody stares at me". I'm just a freak.