Back when I was 18, I started taking piano lessons. I thought that if I learned to play I could get in a band. I arrived for my first piano lesson at the home of my teacher, Ms. Candy. She was about 40 or so, and had never been married. As I walked in, I noticed that she was a bit on the heavy side and wearing a dress that could do nothing to conceal the size of her ample chest or the fact that her breasts were spilling out of the top.
As I came inside, Ms. Candy could tell that my eyes were immediately drawn to her tits, and I seemed to have trouble dragging them away as she stood aside from the door and invited me in.
"This first lesson is going to be a long one," she said. "Remember what I told you on the phone?"
I nodded, even though my eyes were still glued to the front of her dress.
Ms. Candy smiled and said, "Good. We don't want to be rushed on our first lesson. "
She showed me to the piano, where she sat down and patted the bench next to her. I sat down and shifted about in my seat, trying to conceal the raging hardon that was starting to make my shorts look like a tent.
"Look, sweet thing," she said, "we're going to have a hard time unless you stop staring at me that way. "
As I blushed and mumbled an apology, Ms. Candy took my hands and examined my fingers. "You've got nice long fingers, sweet thing. That's good. I bet you can play real good with them. "
I shook my head. "I don't know how to play yet," I said timidly. "That's why I'm here; so you can teach me how to play. "
Ms. Candy laughed softly. "I didn't mean play the piano sweet thing," she said. "I meant I bet you use those nice long fingers to play with your cock. "
I couldn't believe I'd heard her right. "What?" I asked as I looked up at Ms. Candy's face for the first time. "What did you just say?"
Ms. Candy smiled at him and winked. "I was just joking. I got you to look at my face finally didn't I? You can look at me all you want. You're probably so horny you wouldn't be able to concentrate on the piano lessons anyway. "
She now took her hands and placed them underneath her huge tits, pushing them upward. She looked me straight in the eyes and asked "Do you like big ones sweet thing?"
My eyes followed Ms. Candy's hands as she now began to massage them. "They're size 44 EEE," she told me proudly. She released her tits, and then slowly put her arm around my shoulder. She said, "Here have a closer look," as she pulled me towards her so that my face was soon pressed into the cavernous valley between her bodacious breasts. "I have to have all my bras made special because my titties are so big," she said.
I didn't know what to do. I was confused and embarrassed by the painful erection that I could feel straining against my pants. I soon realized that Ms. Candy's big soft breasts smelled of sweet perfume as she now began to move her shoulders so that her breasts rubbed back and forth across my face.
"Oh, that feels so good," she whispered, and then she brought my face around to the front of her big left tit. I could feel the hard nipple pushing against the fabric of her dress just as my own cock was pressing stiffly against my pants.
"Want to see my big knockers sweet thing?" she asked softly as she pulled back and smiled. "Want me to show them to you?"
I was totally mesmerized, with my mouth wide open; all I could do was nod my head up and down.
"I thought so," she said. "All the boys have a thing for big titties like mine," she said. "Believe me, I know all about boys. "
Ms. Candy told me to straddle the piano bench and she did the same, facing me from no more than a foot away. "Now watch, honey," she said as she quickly unbuttoned the front of her dress.