Vicki's Big Bra

In every High School there is one girl that transcends them all. She not only inspires, that stands above all others as the most desirable of them all. Wherever she walks, time seems to slow and the same song fills everybody's head when she appears. It's also when the sun and the wind work together in harmony to illuminate her in the softest light as well as give her hair just enough breeze to make it the most beautiful ever seen.

In 1973, back when I was a junior at Roosevelt high school, there was one who fit the very description that I have just laid out. She was the girl that all the other girls wanted to be, she was the girl that every guy wanted to be with.

Her name was Victoria Black and her secret power was not her pretty face, or her smile, or even her legs. No, her power was more primydial than that. She struck at an urge so to the core of every male libido, that she literally turned heads and turned even the coolest of guys into lowliest of the low life gawker.

What was the superpower?

What made her the girl that every guy would fantasize about?

Her boobs.

And they just weren't *any* boobs.

They were THE boobs.

Imagine a pair of succulent, and perfect, and *perky* 36DD's on a Tinkerbell...

"Big Titty Vicki", as she was so eloquently named by the guys, stood only 5'4 and was skinny from head to toe. A purveyor of tight tops and short skirts, she had no problem showing off her underwear.

Or her nips.

Nobody high beamed more than Victoria Black

One of the only girls in our school at the time to wear a thong, it drew quite a reaction every time her little skirt bounced and her little, jiggly butt cheeks peaked out. Out of all of us, the guys would try to steal peaks up her skirt the most.

They did it because of those tits.

Those big tits that she never let anyone see.

Those big tits that she wrapped up in the same bra everyday.

No one ever saw her bra, much less her tits. I only knew that it was the same bra because it was always the same outline under her skin tight tops.

Back in the sixties long skirts and sweaters were the thing, but as skirts got shorter and the tops got tighter, girls like Victoria Black seemed even more powerful than ever before and at the epicenter of her power was her bedroom. Being her next door neighbor meant that I was right at the vortex of the whirlwind herself.

For the years I lived on Edward Street it was never much in the way of drama or sexual overdrive. I went to school, I came home and in the afternoon the kids would be outside playing. I had my life and I never even really knew much about my next-door neighbor except that we went to the same school together. We had our own circle of friends, we did our own thing and for the longest time it was really nothing exciting really. I didn't really notice her very much, but she seemed to be reasonably endowed, a small C perhaps? And had a boyfriend or two. When her mother would hang out the laundry, I got to see all of Vicki's under things, not because I cared, but because they were there. Full size panties and full coverage bras, nothing really separated her from anyone else except maybe her red hair. If there was one thing that she did every year was go away to summer camp and I wouldn't see her until the first day of school.

But then the summer of '73 came and that's when everything changed.

When Vicki came to school that first day, she came through those doors a new woman, a new woman with a burgeoning bust line. Wearing a pastel yellow long sleeve turtle neck and a short white skirt with a matching belt, It looked like she had been kissed by the gods. To me it felt like an overnight transformation, but that still did not stop my jaw from falling like everyone else's...

And then time seemed to slow to a crawl...

Every step she took **** every eye to look down at her legs. Skinny and white, they were the same legs as always, but they seemed to take on a whole new meaning. As I felt my eyes involuntarily crawl upwards, I caught sight of her skirt and locked on to the little white belt that wrapped around her waist. In a downward sweep, it was more decorative than anything, but sat right beneath the small bulge of her belly. Not fat, but not slim and trim like the cheerleaders. She always had that little bulb, but now it seemed more feminine. Sexy even as the slight jiggle teased the tightened cotton of her top where it simply exploded over the largest pair of boobs anyone at Roosevelt High had ever seen. Sitting high and jutting far, those tits didn't even move. It had to be because they were so new and so recent, they didn't even have time to settle! As big and as round as they were, that wasn't the only thing on display in that turtleneck that day. Stretching it just a little bit more was a pair of thick nips too!

Also on that day, Victoria looked straight ahead with her chin angled just a little higher. She neither look left or right, it was as if she was unsure how she would be greeted. It wasn't until she passed me and those bulging melons disappeared behind her small back like the sun does during an eclipse, did time for me go back to normal.

Still in shock at what I had just seen, I was still in a daze as I looked around at everyone else filling the hallway. What I saw was all the guys staring at the back of her skirt as it swung playfully just below her butt. Did they see something that I missed? No, but she did seem to have a little extra wiggle in those narrow hips.

I didn't find out why until a break between classes. Vicki was taking a drink of water and people were lined up on the wall behind her staring. When I looked, I stopped dead in my tracks. There, hanging out of the bottom of her skirt was her bare butt! Narrow and small, it was slightly saggy and there was even a big and bright red pimple right next to her crack on the lower part! Initially disgusted, it wasn't until I looked beyond that uninspiring behind did I see what all of the real interest and commotion was about.

Vicki was wearing a white lace thong!

Hiding my eyes when I quickly walked away, only one thought entered my mind when I saw that and the resulting interest from the boys. They were more turned on by the frilly underwear then they were by the cheeks they were splitting!

After that fateful day and I was walking home from school, I realized then that everything in my life had changed. I didn't know by how much, but it didn't take long.

Within two weeks Vicki was a cheerleader and had snagged a new boyfriend.

Before I go into that, you all need to know something. When girl became a cheerleader, that was her new outfit.

Her only outfit.

From that day forward, everyone got to watch Vicki Black walk around school wearing the iconic cheer sweater and skirt. Thankfully, the skirts were a little bit longer back then, longer than what she was wearing before which means I personally didn't have to see her ass every time she sat down or bent over.

So, where was I? Oh, right..

Freddie Russell, the high school quarterback.

Freddie was the guy that every girl swooned over. Even when I think of him today, I still get butterflies in my stomach. Lean and strong, he had muscles where most boys didn't and even had a six pack, a rare thing back then. When the team was split for a scrimmage game and one of the teams had to take off their shirts, we would all sit there and pray that Freddie would choose skins. I don't know if it was god, or not, but he always chose skins and the girls would go absolutely nuts! Once that shirt was discarded, all of us got to feast our eyes on his muscles, and the big and throbbing bulge that lewdly inflated the front of those little and blue athletic shorts.

Back then, all of us girls dreamed of Freddie being our first, but none more than me. Every time he crouched, I would stare at his body, salivate over his chest and crunched abs while trying to steal a glimpse of that big pecker bulging between his legs. When he yelled "Hike!" and the ball was snapped, I would watch for the moment he caught it and started backpedaling, just so I could watch that meaty sausage jiggle about.

Of course all that fantasizing would come to an end when I heard the girlish screams of his new girlfriend, the buxom Vicki Black. Arriving after cheerleading practice, she would stand on the sidelines her little practice outfit, jumping and waving her arms. Nothing more than a tight gym t-shirt and tiny red shorts that her little butt hung out of, it certainly showed off why she was suddenly the most popular girl in town.

Those tits topped with those big nips. The cotton was so tight that it showed off the outline of her bra. Back in 1973, the Maidenform bra was the most popular. Every girl had at least one, me included. Up until Victoria, I never knew they made them that big unless it was for a fat girl, which my school didn't really have.

Everyday my fantasy from then on was crushed. Broken down into nothing but sawdust under the heel of Victoria's tennis shoe. I didn't always go to football practice, I stopped going all together when the two of them hooked up. It kind of took away something to do in the afternoon. I ended up going home and on a side note, my grades improved.

It wasn't until a couple of months into the new, and final, school year that I learned just how serious her and Freddie were getting. Sitting at my desk in my bedroom, it was positioned right in front of the window and the weather still being nice, I had it open so I could enjoy the warm, fresh air. Consumed by whatever lesson I was working having long been forgotten, I do remember when I heard a giggle interrupt my thoughts. When I looked out that open window I saw Vicki and Freddie walking up the walkway towards her front door. Thinking at the time that I was going to witness maybe a goodbye kiss, I was more than a little surprised when she opened the door and then invited him inside!

Now why would she do that if her mother is home? Unless... She wasn't. That's when I remembered that both of Vicki's parents had jobs which gave the teen squeeze free range until dinner time.

I remember quite clearly ignoring them and then going back to my studies. I was almost into the swing of things when out of the blue I hear a question that made me look right back out that window and stare, open mouthed at Victoria's house.

"Is it really gonna happen today?" Freddy asked, his manly and baritone voice, at least that's how *I* want to remember it, cut through that autumn afternoon as if it was a bullhorn!

Next thing I know I was straddling the tree trunk of the big oak tree that sits right between mine and Vicki's house! What propelled me to totally forget about my fear of heights is one thing, and one thing only.

Vicki's bra.

Everyone talked about it, but no one, and I mean no one had seen it in the two months since school had started. It was like a mystery that overwhelmed all of us back in those days. We all knew what her underwear looked like, she was never shy about showing those off. But when it came to that bra and what laid within, she always kept it covered up in a T-shirt.

It's almost as if no one was good enough to see that big boulder holder.

Well guess what, that was all about to change. I remember standing in that tree and salivating at the thought.

When I opened my eyes, she was standing there with her shorts falling down her legs. That little lace thong exposed, I fully expected Victoria to be nice and hairy like the rest of us girls. She had the biggest boobs in school so that means she had to be pretty well endowed and maintained down there too, right? I had not one doubt in my mind that I was about to gaze upon perfection.

Until she turned just enough to remind me that she had a pretty lousy ass, complete with a big red pimple that was nowhere near ready to go. Also, those fancy thong panties she was so in love with did absolutely nothing for her figure. All they did was highlight how much she was lacking below the waist. When they eventually started touching each other, I spent more time watching Freddie rub her through her underwear then I did watching Vicki fumble around with his junk in his. She must have been so bad because why else wouldn't he br getting an erection?

That laughter died when I saw something being pulled out of the front of his fruit of the looms literally seconds later.

Like a balloon losing air, all of my hopes and dreams of feeling Freddie's legendary cock went out the window when I saw that it was only a sock.

My jaw fell at the same time both of them dropped their underwear. My fantasy was underwhelmingly small and Vicki looked like she could fit no more than a quarter inside of her while her carpet was nothing more than a few strands of dark and curly pubic hairs.

It was when they were playing with each other's privates that something my sister said to me back when I was a freshman popped into my head.

I'll never forget it.

"When a girl chooses to drop her panties before taking off her bra, you know she has something to hide."

Back then it didn't make sense. If the ultimate goal is getting pussy, then what's the big deal if a girl didn't want to take her bra off?

However, there was one thing that I was curious about when I went to bed that night. Why did Vicki need vaseline?

Regardless, after that day it had become an obsession, I needed to see Vicki's bra. For the next two weeks I prayed to the Lord above and as the first game of the football season drew near, I hoped that my prayers would come true.

Day after day, nothing happened and every time I watched her and Freddie get it on after school, I saw no bra, just a crap ton of Vaseline being laddered on each other's surprisingly small and unimpressive privates!

And everyday, after school, I got to see Vicki wearing the same underwear and the same bra.

I really didn't know what was up with that. She had to be washing them every night or something. But back then, it never dawned on me that excessive use can eventually lead to problems.

Those problems bubbled to the surface the day of Vicki's first game. Standing in the hallway and chatting with her new cheerleading friends, they were laughing about something, I don't really remember, but I do remember that compared to the five other girls on the team, she was by far the bustiest!

I mean, no one in the entire school stacked up to those epic boobs that stretched her cheer sweater to the absolute limit. I was standing on the other side of the hall, changing out my books and notebooks for my next class, when I happened to glance over and look at the cheerleaders legs. Out of all of them, Vicki's were the whitest and the skinniest. It was also then when I saw something flash down her calves and pool around her tennis shoes.

It was Vicki's lacey white thong!

It must be over stretched from all the times that she's worn it as well as all the times that Freddie has probably pulled on it! Either way there it was, on the floor for everybody to see! Looking around, it took a bit and soon everybody was looking and sniggering. When one of the cheerleaders noticed and pointed it out, Vicki's face went as white as a ghost!

Shrieking in her high pitched voice, "My panties!" Vicki immediately crouched down to pick them up and when she reached out, three loud popping sounds echoed off the walls!

*Pop! Pop! Pop!*

I'll never forget the sight of the outline of those big bra straps whipping underneath that tight sweater like a slingshot! Forgetting all about her slutty underwear, Vicki instantly wrapped her arms around her enormous chest! When she stood up, her face was redder than a tomato and it was up to one of her friends to pick up her fallen undies and bring them to her as she ran off to the bathroom freaking out!

Little did anyone know then that Vicki's wardrobe malfunction in school that day would follow her to the football field later that night.

When I arrived at the game, I found a seat right at midfield, right where the cheerleaders were standing. Waving their pom poms and kicking their feet, everyone got plenty of upskirts that faithful night. No one was surprised, least of all me, that when Vicki kicked her foot high into the air we were all treated to the view of that little lace thong.

But that paled in comparison to the massive tits sticking out into her sweater. The biggest in school history, they were the very reason school spirit was so high. For the first time ever, Roosevelt High School had a living legend, an icon, one girl that transcended to the heavens and cast her goddess like glow down on the rest of us peons. Vicki's big boobs inspired and uplifted everyone's spirits who had the fortune of gazing upon them. And that night, in front of thousands of screaming fans, Vicki Black showered our town with her abundant gifts.

That night, no one remembered what happened during the game. I think we won, but that was long after the event that would be talked about for years to come at every High School reunion or friendly get together there after.

Steady as the rocks of gibraltar, Vicki's big breasts shown like a beacon on a stormy night as she jumped, spun and even stood there with her chest pushed proudly forward. All around me, the guys were salivating, multiple pairs of binoculars focused on the cheerleader with the epic tits.

"On three!" The captain of the squad yelled and thus set into motion the events that would change history.

"W!" Raising her arms into the air, Victoria stood proudly with her chest pushed out and her sweater bunching up under her ginormous breasts.

"I!" Arms extending up straight, she couldn't help but sway them side to side enticingly.

"L!" Lowering her left arm out horizontally, she bent one knee, Big tits still pointing slightly up.

"D!" Forming the d, she had to crouch and curve her arms to make the shape. When she did the low V of her neckline gave everyone the down blouse of a lifetime. Gaping open, she was showering those lucky few with a glimpse of her towering, pristine and white bra cup!

"C!" Standing back up, she hooks her arms into the shape of the letter that they all just sang in harmony, that sweater bunching up underneath those bulging, big boulders once again, with one slightly elevated above the other.

"A!" Holding her arms out straight to either side, she bends her elbows and touches her pom poms together above her head, still keeping that magnificent chest thrusted forward.

"T!" Lowering her pom poms untill they're hovering above the ground, she makes the T and adds a shoulder roll which really makes her big tits blow outwards and even slightly to either side! When she does this, her sweater is so tight that her thick nipples bleed through it!

"S!" Swirling their arms in an S configuration above and below their heads, the six cheerleaders turn their pom poms over the other one as they crouch, all wearing identical smiles.

"What does that spell?" The head cheerleader calls out, the first to stand up.

"WILDCATS! WEEEEEEEEEE!" The rest of the team shouts and then launches into the air. Jumping up and down, it is quite a sight, especially with Vicki pumping her pom poms up and out.

Landing after the first jump, she kicks her leg high into the air, giving everyone in the stands another view of her inappropriate underwear. The moment that foot comes back to the ground, she bends her knees for another upward thrust.

*Woosh!*

Just as her skinny legs extend, her panties swoop right down them! Completely unaware, she only becomes so when she does another kick and those frilly and lacey undies go flying through the air! Tumbling for what feels like forever into the night sky, they eventually land unceremoniously in a small pile just a few feet away from her. Shocked at the fact that she lost her panties for a second time in the same day, Victoria stands there with her pom poms held just below her face, looking around. Seeing that the other cheerleaders are looking at her and urging her to keep going, she quickly shakes it off and starts jumping up and down again, only this time not adding a leg kick for fear of flashing her bare crotch!

Up and down, up and down, she seemingly forgets about her panty mishap and is soon back into the swing of things, helping her team get the crowd excited for an otherwise boring game.

A big smile plastered on her pretty face, Victoria is playing it up to all as they all stare in adulation at the rhythmic bounce of her sweater.

Vicki's epic tits are truly mouth watering and a sight to behold. That is, when she makes an unforeseeable mistake. Jumping again, she extends her pom poms straight up above her head and when she does, those epic boobs suddenly surge towards the slacking neckline of her v-neck sweater! Unable to do anything about it, her face is already showing her shock when the massive cups of her bra pop right out in front of her wide open eyes then sail through the air like her panties before!

Vicki's big bra, tired from all of the use and **** that she had put it through, finally gave way. Tumbling through the air, not only did the back obviously break, but the straps themselves had come apart at the seams.

What made it so heartbreaking though was that the bra still tumbling through the air was *stuffed*.

Flapping out like wings were the foam pads that she had layered in the expansive cups in order to create the illusion of big and healthy breasts! When the bra hit the ground, it was practically deflated except for the foam falsies that were topped with what everyone used to believe were *her* big nipples.

It all happened so fast, the only reason I can remember so much is because when it happened, time seemed to slow right down to a crawl. Just like the very first day she came walking into school with that big bust.

Landing on her feet, the former busty supreme didn't even have a chance to raise her arms to cover up when her sweater and her skirt fell into a pile around her feet. Without those big boobs, the low-cut neckline completely opened up beyond the width of her shoulders and it was already coming down when she started her descent. The **** of the landing caused her already loose cheer skirt to give up the fight as well.

Now standing on the edge of the field in just her birthday suit and a pair of pristine and white tennis shoes, the pride of the town and of our school was no more.

Frozen like a statue, Vicki just stood there and didn't even bother to hide her shame. A scrawny and flat chest topped with two, pink itty bitty nipples, a belly sticking out comically above her featureless and practically hairless little pussy and behind her, that little ass was puckered up tightly.

A fall from grace that no one had ever seen, Victoria Black finished her epic humiliation by wetting herself.

A proud, 18 year old young lady who came of age her junior year, is now revealed to be the biggest liar and overgrown baby ever to attend Roosevelt High School.

And so ends my story. A story where a girl who simply wanted to be popular was revealed by the hand of her own hubris. She was revealed because of her obsession with herself and her infallibility. A girl who in hindsight, ignored the warnings presented to her earlier that afternoon. Either way, she left town after that night. Last time anyone saw her was at a dive bar a few towns away, trying desperately to get tips while rocking a tight tight top over her flatter than flat chest.