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.
I caught my breath as the huge stitched cups of Ms. Candy's custom-made bra came into view. I'd never seen such big ones before. Not even in the jackoff books I had stored in the garage at home. Ms. Candy moved her shoulders back and forth as if she was doing a little dance, and slowly pulled her dress open so I could get a really good look at her bra.
I remember thinking to myself, "My God they're enormous. " Each of them was so big they jutted out at least a foot. Even though the bra had been made to order for her, Ms. Candy's breasts bulged out all around the sides and over the top of bullet-shaped cups. Her eyes were glowing as she pulled her shoulders back and thrust her breasts forward so I could get a good long look.
"Take your dick out, honey," she now said softly. "I want you to jack off while I show you my knockers. "
Immediately my hand went down to my zipper. I had to push my swollen cock down some so that I could slide the zipper down. I paused for a second then, thinking of what Ms. Candy might think of the size of my cock. I'd never even dreamed that something like this would ever really happen to me and I wasn't quite sure what to do.
"Go on, sweet thing," she urged. "Take your prick out and let me see you jack off. I'd love to see you stroke your cock for me. I'll show you my big titties and let you do whatever you want to them. "
"Really?" I asked.
Ms. Candy nodded. "I'll even show you my pussy. Would you like that?"
I blushed, but nodded. Ms. Candy leaned back a bit and pulled her skirt up so I could just see the place her big, meaty thighs came together. Lacey white panties covered Ms. Candyβs crotch, and I could see that they were so tight her big thighs jutted out around them.
"First things, first sweet thing," she smiled. "You jack your cock for me. First I'll show you my titties, then my pussy. That's the way us girls like it. "
She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. As soon as she did, the full weight of her enormous breasts pushed the bra off and out they fell. My eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. I caught my breath. They were huge and white, covered with a fine tracery of blue veins, and they hung down and out like big white watermelons. At the end of each big breast was a nipple that was bigger and juicier than any I had ever seen in any magazine. Each brown aureole was at least five inches across, covered with wrinkled ridges and hard little bumps, and in the middle of each was a stiff nipple that stood up over an inch and was puckered at the end.