My lessons had been going very well with Ms. Candy for quite some time. My skills "tickling the ivories" had even improved somewhat too. Good thing too, because my mother was always very interested to hear how I was doing with the piano lessons.
Ms. Candy was going to be touring Europe for a month. Being a kind soul, she had arranged for her sister, Ms. Honey, to give me lessons in her absence. On the way over to her house, I couldnโt help but wonder how much Ms. Honey would be like her sister. Ms. Candy had given me no idea at all, other than to say I'd learn a lot from Ms. Honey.
Arriving at her house, I walked up to the door and rang the bell. When Ms. Honey opened the door, I looked, and gulped. There, in the doorway stood one of the most delicious babes I'd ever seen. She stood there in a light, blue, sheer nighty. Her hair flowed down over smooth, creamy-white shoulders.
"Why hello dumplin, nice to meet you finally," she said with a huge smile on her face.
"Nice to meet you too, Ms. Honey," I replied sheepishly.
As she stepped to one side to let me in, my eyes remain fixed on her. They roamed down her lovely neck to the flaring start of her scrumptious boobs that seemed to call to me. Topping them were large areola with protruding nipples. While Ms. Honey wasnโt as voluptuous as Ms. Candy, she was really built and quite fit with fabulous boobs.
Taking a good long look at them, I thought to myself, 'Hmmm no doubt about it, 36DD, fabulous!'
I stepped into the living room, and watched her as she made her way to the bar. Her thin waist flared to hips that seductively shifted from side to side as she walked. Her thighs were muscular and she had shapely calves. She moved to the bar and opened a couple of beers.
"Here you go dumplin," she said, handing me the drink, "now lets go sit over here and talk about your lessons."
Ms. Honey and I moved to the couch. She proceeded to tell me about her musical background and experience in a totally professional fashion. She said she had talked to Ms. Candy at length about me. She knew exactly how much I'd already learned from Ms. Candy and told me what she intended for me to accomplish in the ensuing month.
I had the hardest time trying to listen to her, without my gaze dropping to her heaving boobs. She made no mention of her attire or anything else the least bit sexual, despite the fact that her breathing had increased which only served to cause her boobs to move up and down.
We finished our drinks and Ms. Honey took the glass from me and set them both down on the coffee table. She slid over close to me, putting her hand on my chest.
As she looked me over, she said, "So, you're the young stallion I've have heard so much about, huh?"
"Oh, I don't know about that," I replied. I sat there thinking, 'God, she smells so good!'
"Well, I do," she said with a sexy smile. " I've been looking forward to meeting you for some time now. Remember, Ms. Candy has told me everything about you. And I do mean everything!"
With that, Ms. Honey slid next to me, placed her left hand behind my head, and planted her lips against mine. We kissed softly for a minute. After moving her mouth away an inch or so, she came back towards me, this time opening her mouth wide and slipping a snakelike tongue inside my mouth as if she were searching for my tonsils.
The kiss became hotter and our tongues lashed back and forth at one another. I could feel her magnificent mammaries against my chest. Ms. Honey slid her right hand down my stomach and unzipped my shorts. I felt her hand slip inside and pull out my already turgid cock. She wrapped her hand around it and slowly jerked it.
Pulling away from me, she looked down at my cock. She gave it two good pulls, saw it grow even bigger in her hand, and exclaimed, "Oh, yes, dumplin! Ms. Honey's going to do a number on this lovely cock!"
She kissed me again more passionately this time, and Ms. Honey's hand slid down further until her fingers and palm began rubbing my balls.
"Oh my God! You've got the biggest balls, dumplin!" she said. "I bet you've got the mother load there too. Thatโs a lot of unnecessary weight for you to carry around. I know it must be bothering you, but now donโt worry one bit because Ms. Honey is going to empty them for you!"
She moved away from me and, grabbed my hand, and said, "C'mon, let's go into the bedroom where we can get your lessons started!"
We hurriedly made our way into Ms. Honey's big bedroom. As Ms. Honey went into the bathroom, I stripped and got on the bed, which, I noticed, was already set up with the strategic placement of pillows for my body.
I lay on the bed; my head propped up with a couple of pillows running parallel with my body, and, a couple of pillows directly under the small of my back. I was so hot, thinking about Ms. Honey's big boobs I began jerking my cock.
I thought to myself, 'Whew! I'm so horny I can hardly wait! I sure hope she sucks my cock!'
At that, my head turned as I looked at Ms. Honey coming out of the bathroom. She had removed her nightgown. I kept jacking my cock as she came up to the foot of the bed.
โMmmmm,โ she said, โthat looks delicious!โ
Very sexily and without taking her eyes off of me, she placed her hands on her hips and slowly started moving them along her sides to her big boobs. She cupped them as best she could, but their size made them overflow her hands. She slowly spread them apart and carefully rolled them around in circles. She leaned forward a little, and, with her hands back at the sides, she slowly began pressing them together.
"Keep jacking that cock dumplin, I want it nice and hard for me," she said.
I jerked my cock faster, as I watched her manipulate her bodacious boobs. After putting on a show that had me hard as a rock, I watched Ms. Honey crawl up the bed on her hands and knees. Her boobs swung and Ms. Honey hunched down so they touched the sheets, rubbing her nipples against the cool fabric. She paused there for a few seconds, moving her upper body from side to side so that her nipples grazed across the sheet, obviously enjoying the effect that had on them. She began crawling toward me on her hands and knees, now staring intently at my throbbing cock and bloated balls.
"Open those legs real wide, dumplin! Ms. Honey needs lots of room," she yelled.