Helga, My Overweight Neighbor

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

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Growing up, I didn't have friends. As a child, I was chubby, liked reading books, and listening to classical music. Not being handsome or manly and not liking sports were a no-no, so no guy wanted to be seen with me. I wasn't rich or an excellent student, so I was doomed. I accepted my fate, and learned to organize my life around myself: I watched TV, listened to Mozart and Beethoven with my headphones, and read books by the dozens. My happiest time was between 4 and 4:30 pm. In that half an hour, I was alone at home, and could raise the radio's volume listening to my favorite composers without headphones or complaints from my parents. At 4:30, my Mom returned from work and required silence or she'd have a headache. Dad arrived at a later hour, and was against classical music.

In my junior high, my growth spurt began. I hoped to be at least 6', like my father, but it wasn't meant to be. In my senior year, I stopped growing, reaching 5'8". At least, during that time, my big tummy shrank to a more decent size, and I felt less ashamed of my belly.

By the end of senior high, my average score was a mediocre B, which was enough to get into a local college but not to one of the good ones. My 18th birthday occurred a week before the summer vacation started. I celebrated it in the company of a chocolate cake and a big scoop of ice cream, which I bought using part of the $100 present I got from my parents. The good news: The long vacation was around the corner.

...

At last, the vacation was here! With Mom and Dad out to work, I didn't need the headphones, and the loud music filled the air and made me happy. I could use the computer or watch a sitcom, and the music hardly stopped.

Five days later, as I watered the small flower garden Mom loved, the neighbor from across the street, Helga Weber, came by. She was in her late 40s, a chubby woman of German descent. Until that day, except for the occasional hi and hello, we never talked. This time, she approached our fence.

"Hi Dan, I see you work in the yard during the morning hours. So your vacation began already?"

"Yes. A few days ago."

"I hear Mozart. Is it coming from your house?"

"Yes. I hope it's not too loud."

"No, it's not. I am just not used to hearing classical music from houses in this neighborhood. The music people listen to these days is pop, country, hip-hop, or the Beatles. Why do YOU listen to Mozart?"

"I like the classics. Not only Mozart, but Beethoven, Chopin, Brahms, and others."

"They wrote many compositions for piano. Do you like listening to this instrument?"

"I love the piano music. In fact, when I hear piano, I stop to listen even if it's not 'purely classical', like Tatum, Chris Martin, and Elton John."

"Do YOU play the piano?"

"I wish. We cannot afford to rent or buy one, and learning how to play without being able to play later is a waste of money."

"Not many people know, but before moving to town, I was a piano teacher in Vermont. Despite choosing to stop teaching, I brought with me my Steinway."

I pleaded with her, "May I see it?"

"Sure. I am going home now. Wash your hands and come knock on the door."

I rushed to our bathroom, cleaned myself, and 15 minutes later, knocked on her front door. Not being in her house before, I was quite nervous. She wore a long robe and smiled, "The piano is in the living room. Follow me."

It was a large room with an unusual combination of paintings and photos. The paintings mostly showed scenery, probably of her native land, Germany. The photos were about her teaching her students how to play the piano. She was much younger back then, much skinnier, and actually good looking with a cute face and longer, dirty blonde hair.

As I moved toward the piano, Helga was making tea and putting cookies on a plate. With trembling hands, I lifted the cover and admired the pretty keys. She joined me and grinned when she saw my reaction, "Have you ever touched a piano?"

"No, never."

"Sit down, touch the keys, and pretend to play." I did as asked and felt amazing! My favorite instrument was at my fingertips.

Later, as we sipped the tea, Helga blurted, "These days, I have no students and no friends around here. Even my distant family members are all in Germany. I see that you are fascinated by my piano. Your vacation started, and I noticed you don't have many friends, so if you are interested, you can come to my house and I'll give you basic piano lessons."

I blushed, "That will be great, but I don't have money to pay..."

Helga chuckled, "Money is one thing I have enough of. What I am missing is company. If you come here, I'll teach you the piano, and we can talk about anything you wish."

I gazed at her, "Are you sure? It feels like a charity case."

"As I said, I feel empty not talking to anybody. So with you in my house, I'll be getting something too."

...

The following morning, I came to Helga's house. It was a hot day, and I wore shorts with a T shirt. It contrasted with her long robe, but she said nothing. She welcomed me again with tea and cookies. Then she explained the piano's anatomy, including the difference between the white and black keys, the different strings, and the three pedals. Next, Helga placed 2 chairs before the piano, made me sit on one, and sat beside me.

She said, "I'll play a simple tune to show how the keys work." She hit several keys playing a song I hadn't heard before, telling me it was a German children's song. I was impressed that with her thick fingers, she could play well. She followed with a more complicated melody, to make me observe the synchrony between her fingers on the keys and her feet working the pedals. I liked it very much, and told her so.

Helga laughed, "OK. We have a deal. Come here every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday, and we'll have lessons. Better to keep our arrangement a secret from your parents. Wouldn't it be nice if by the end of your vacation, I'll invite them to my house to listen to their son's first concert?"

Mom would like it, but I doubted Dad would appreciate me using my vacation to concentrate on music rather than playing with friends, participating in sports, and developing what he called 'a man's body'. I said nothing.

Subsequently, Helga pointed at books about musical notes and gave me a thin one, asking me to read it at home before our next lesson. After leaving, I opened it and began memorizing the different notes, both natural and sharps & flats. It was so different from the subjects I was used to reading, yet fun, knowing I was about to start playing the piano soon.

The next time I visited, Helga sat by me and moved her fingers slowly along the different keys, so I could listen to the changes in tune. She gazed at me and asked me to do the same. I did.

She laughed, "You see, it's not difficult, now, is it?" I smiled.

...

I began showing up at Helga's house and thought she was lovely. Her routine tea, cookies, and piano were enjoyable, and 2 weeks later, I started feeling more comfortable with the keys, and even played simple music from a beginner book. Helga was sitting by me and corrected me when needed.

The summer temperatures were scorching, and I was always in shorts, while Helga put on a long robe. One day, I asked her if she wasn't bothered by her long coat. She looked at me for a moment and then remarked, "Actually, it's a good idea. Next time I'll do it."

Next time I arrived, she was wearing a summer blouse with a short skirt. Her thick legs fit her overweight body, but were new to me, and I stared at them. She noticed and chortled, "Haven't you seen a woman's legs before?"

I stuttered, not sure how to respond, "You weeere always covered froom neck too toe..."

"And now, after you saw them, are you OK?"

"Yes. Definitely."

I began playing, but made a few errors. She bent in my direction and patiently showed me the right notes. Only then I saw that the two upper buttons of her blouse were undone. The tops of her enormous jugs protruded above her tent sized bra. My penis jolted up and soon created a bulge in my shorts. It was embarrassing, and I got distracted. My playing the piano went from occasional mistakes to lousy and then even worse. For some reason, Helga, rather than being upset, seemed cheerful. She moved closer to me, and her thighs touched mine. And now that we were also using the pedals, our thighs constantly rubbed against each other. What can I say, my dick continued rising, and there was no way Helga didn't observe my predicament. I needed to adjust my organ, but my hands were busy, and Helga was too close. I couldn't go to the bathroom with my erection looking like a flag pole... I was stuck and attempted to squirm a little, maybe my rigid pecker would adjust itself. It didn't.

Helga saw my movements and grinned, "Danny, don't be shy. If you wish to shift your... thing a little, that will be fine."

I was tomato-red, but my dick already ached, so I gave it a nudge and continued playing. Or at least I gave it a try. However, I got the impression that starting at that moment, Helga was leaning lower toward me at every opportunity. Soon, my stiffy was at full mast, and I had the urge to masturbate. I mumbled that I just remembered my mother asked me to complete an errand before she returned, so I had to leave. She smiled sweetly and muttered, "You are cute. See you again in two days."

...

Next time I arrived, Helga had on a sheer light blue blouse with a large bra underneath and a mini skirt. She went to the kitchen to bring the usual tea and cookies, and I noticed her sashaying. Her heavy body was far from the pinup girls one would find in magazines, but seeing HER dressed like that and playing a game, woke my penis again. She returned, bent to place the tray before me, and her ample covered tits were in my face again. I gasped.

She smiled, "I hope the tea is not too hot."

I mumbled under my nose, "It's not the tea..."

She glanced at me, "Did you say something?"

I whispered, "It's not the tea that is hot..." She grinned and kept quiet.

We didn't talk while having the tea. I wanted to know what Helga was thinking, but didn't dare to ask.

As we sat down, I felt her thigh pressed into mine. I suspected it was intentional but wasn't sure. I began playing and, at one point, erred on purpose. She had a broad smile, leaning forward and toward me. As a result, her soft boob grazed my shoulder. She remained in the same position with her breast crushed onto me as her hand played the music correctly.

My tumescent tool almost burst the waistband of my boxers, threatening to rip my shorts in the process. I was aroused yet felt ashamed and embarrassed. I mumbled, "Helga, what are you doing to me?..."

She had a small smile, "I noticed you showed interest in my body and tried to help."

"But it doesn't help. It... hurts."

"Danny, you are in my house to play the piano, but unless you get a relief, you won't be able to concentrate. It's my fault and I can help, if you let me..."

"What do you mean?"

"Have you ever gotten a hand job?"

"You mean like masturbation?"

"Did a girl ever jacked you off?"

"No. Never."

"Would you want me to do it for you?"

"Helga, I think that free piano lessons are enough."

"Suit yourself, but if you continue being distracted, we won't be able to move forward."

"Let me try one more time, please."

In the following half an hour, it was apparent that Helga did everything to make me lose it: Her voice sounded lower, her stares tempting, she bent more often, and her tits were almost the whole time riding my shoulder and upper arm. I resisted my urge to let her masturbate me until the end. I had a sigh of relief before leaving her house and noticed her smile was a fake one. Geez, she really wished to... relieve my suffering. I needed to go home and think about it all.

At home I was quieter than usual. Mom asked if I was feeling all right. I said, "Yeah", and went to my room. I closed the door, lay in bed, and my mind began analyzing what happened in Helga's house.

Was she playing with me for laughs? She couldn't find me sexy, so why else would she try to sexualize a piano lesson?... The more I thought about it, my reasoning started shifting. She claimed she was lonely, so perhaps?!... It's not like she was a beauty queen that every guy would die to date. Could it be MY lucky break? Unlike successful guys, I was not privy to going out with attractive girls... Who was I kidding? Sitting near her with our legs touching and having her humongous tits shoved in my face made me horny like hell! Her fat body did not decrease my arousal. Well, if she offers to help me one more time, I am going to accept and see what she'll do.

...

I arrived at Helga's house wearing, as usual, a T shirt and shorts. I saw her watching me through her window. When the door opened, I saw her having on a short robe that reached a couple of inches below her groin. She turned around before I could look at her above the waist and made me follow her, as she attempted to sway her ample butt cheeks. I sat by the table.

The tea and cookies were on the way five minutes later, but my gaze was directed at Helga. Unlike before, she had lipstick on and a touch of makeup. As she was moving toward the table, her massive mammaries jiggled underneath the robe, suggesting she was braless.

My dick reacted immediately. Fortunately, the table hid my tent, but I had no illusion that when the tea & cookies were gone, my erection would be discovered. I tried my best to eat and drink slowly, but Helga found multiple reasons (excuses?) to bend in my direction, exposing much of her upper assets, causing my organ to be fully engorged the whole time. At least I managed to arrange my raging thing so it would hurt less before standing up.

When I walked toward the piano, Helga blurted, "Danny, I don't wish to force you, but if you change your mind about me helping your big... issue, I'll be happy to give a hand."

I sat down, blushed, and mumbled, "I know if I stay like that, piano lesson will be the last thing on my mind..."

She grinned, "Sounds reasonable. Here, turn to me." I moved the chair 90 degrees to face her.

"Now unzip your fly." I hesitated for a moment and looked her in the eye. She seemed serious. I lowered the zipper slowly, careful not to catch my extended member in the process. The bulge in my boxers appeared even bigger. I eyed Helga one more time and gradually lowered the boxer's waistband. My tumescent 6" organ appeared before her eyes.

Helga inspected my penis with her eyes and grinned, "Danny, your dick looks great. There is no reason to be shy about it. I like what I see." And then, she came closer and touched it with two fingers. It jerked a little. She chuckled, "It's sensitive, isn't it?" I didn't reply.

Subsequently, she wrapped her palm around it and gingerly moved up and down on my shaft. Her touch was gentle, but except for me, she was the first person to touch my rod, and my arousal was growing fast. I warned her, "Your soft hand feels fantastic, but if you continue, I'll explode very soon."

She gave me 'the look' and accelerated her ministrations. I lasted about 30 seconds before tensing and cumming in her fist. I was quivering in my seat, spasming, and spewing gallons of slimy stuff. Helga continued massaging my tool until I was done, and then patiently squeezed the remnants from my urethra. She opened her fist to show me the spunk, smiled again, and rushed to the bathroom to clean up. When she was away, I pulled a tissue, removed the remaining stains, and zipped back my fly. I was blushing, feeling somewhat dazed, and my prick was shriveling rapidly.

Then Helga exited the bathroom, glanced at my groin, and said, "You see, now you'll be able to concentrate much better". She was right, and the rest of the lesson went without interruption.

By the end of the lesson, I was about to get out when Helga said, "Danny dear, when a young guy is very close to a woman, an erection is a normal thing. Next time, no need to feel uncomfortable. Just take off your pants and underwear, and I'll be more than happy to... satisfy you."

As I was at the door, I muttered, "Thank you."

...

Two days later, I was once again at Helga's house. It was scorching hot outside, and I was in shorts and a sleeveless shirt. As I entered, the inside heat was almost as hot as the outside one. Helga appeared wearing a short pink negligee and apologized that the air conditioning went kaput. The negligee was opaque, but the shape of her big belly and gigantic boobs was unmistakable. I knew at that moment that my brain would not focus on piano notes but on her huge assets.

Helga saw my facial expression and growing erection and smiled, "Danny darling, shall I lessen your enthusiasm before our lesson?"

I didn't say a word, but she knew how I felt and waited patiently for me to lower both the shorts and boxers. She mumbled, "Your phallus is big, looks beautiful, and pleasant to the touch. I wonder..."

"Wonder what?"

"How it will taste..."

"You can't be serious!"

"Oh, I am. The top reminds me of an ice cream cone, which I have loved since my childhood." Her eyes checked mine, and she slowly moved toward me. She knelt at my feet, grasped my rapidly expanding pole, and rubbed it lovingly. Then, she aimed it at her lips, kissed the slit, and licked it, murmuring, "As I thought; tasty."

She began licking my ball sack and taking her time, slowly moving up on my veiny shaft, finishing by lapping the soft helmet. She raised her head and said, "It's too hot here. You don't mind, do you?" And before I could say Jack Robinson, She pulled her skimpy negligee over her head and... was naked!

Her excess fat was noticed everywhere: Her thick legs, the protruding belly, and her jumbo sized breasts. The boobs sagged with the purple nipples pointing almost completely down. I knew perfect tits were supposed to be smaller, perkier, and with the nipples pointing straight forward, but seeing for the first time a set of real mammaries, they were as sexy as any I've seen in pictures. I had the urge to touch them, but was scared to ruin Helga's sexy mood.

Despite my silence, she guessed my wish, probably due to the fact that my cock's length added 2" once her boobs were exposed. Helga didn't bother looking at me and whispered, "You can touch and play with my big girls."

As my fingers lightly massaged her soft tits, she moaned. Her lips opened, engulfed my organ, and her head began bobbing on it. It was more than I could take, and a short time later, I felt that I was very close. I attempted to remove her head from my tool, but she was stronger, and intensified her rhythm. I came powerfully down her throat with unending stream of goo. I expected her to retract as my slimy liquid filled her mouth, but she swallowed my spunk all the way to the end. Then she lifted her face, and chuckled, "Honey, as I said: Beautiful AND tasty."

I was shocked and stared at her, unable to talk.

Helga giggled, "I hoped you'd say thank you. You didn't suffer, right?"

I mumbled, "I didn't know... It was my first time..."

She grinned, "I imagined so. Do you like my tits?"

"... love them..."

"Kiss my nipples. I like it when a man shows his appreciation by touching them, kneading them, and milking them."

I didn't need another invitation. I cupped the lower parts of her breasts, lifted them up, and kissed them. They were slightly sweaty, but smelled flowery, likely her soap's scent. I munched on them tenderly and heard her whisper, "Yes, that's it. Keep doing it."

I sucked harder on her hardening nipples and noticed her hand moving down and fingering her pussy. I've read that women love their clitoris to be touched when they orgasm, so I nudged back and forth the small pedicle I believed was the clit. Helga's body jolted, and she shivered while whimpering loudly. I continued my manipulations for several minutes and then reduced the pace, eventually stopping everything. She moved like a zombie to one of the rooms. I followed her. It was her bedroom. Helga lay on the mattress and closed her eyes. I thought she was tired and wanted to sleep, so I returned to the living room, dressed up, and went home.

...

On Monday, I showed up at her house, wondering what was in store for me. Reality set in as I opened the door. Helga had on a red, transparent, extra large baby doll. Her tummy and knockers swayed freely and caught my attention, and my midriff reaction was instantaneous.

She pulled me inside, didn't bother talking, and her fingers fumbled with my shorts.

I joked, "No tea and cookies today?"

While her hands lowered my shorts to my ankles, she muttered, "If you are good to me, you'll get even more."

I let her undress me as my palms tweaked her mountains. When I was naked, she removed her lingerie and moved to her bedroom. She made me sit on the bed's edge and knelt between my knees. My prick was pointing to the ceiling in seconds. Helga began milking my pecker, but then she stopped, lay on the bed, and blurted, "Danny, I want you to fuck me."

I've read countless stories about sexual acts, but I'd never participated in one. I mounted her body, literally: My legs were planted between hers, and my tummy was up at 30 degree angle, leaning on her obese abdomen. I ground my erection on her lower tummy, being tickled by her thick, light brown bush hair. My palms squeezed her sideways sagging titties, and I thought about the next step; how would I look for her hidden pussy.

When Helga started groaning, I guessed it was the appropriate time to put it inside her. I backed slightly and probed under her bush with two fingers. Her cunt was swollen and drenched. I met a wide hole between her folds and hoped it was the right one... I directed the spongy head into the hole and shoved it inside. In many of the stories I've read, they often described 'a tight pussy'. However, Helga's was like a large wet cave. I began ramming my cock in and out of her, hearing her noises become louder and her body tremble under me. All of a sudden, her wide pussy started spasming on my organ, and it was my cue. I drilled harder and faster, and soon ejaculated my seed into her tunnel.

When I finished, I rolled sideways and rested. Helga began moving ten minutes later. She hugged me, nuzzled her face in my chest, and murmured, "Danny boy, that was great. I needed that. Was it really your first time?"

"Yes, it was."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"I came, didn't I?"

She smiled, "Does it mean you'd like to do it again in the future?"

"Will it be OK if, from now on, we'll have tea and cookies, then a piano lesson, and end up on the bed?"

She giggled, "I like your plan. May I ask you a personal question?"

"Shoot."

"I imagine in the past, when you've dreamt or fantasized about being with a woman, she didn't look like me. Is it a letdown?"

"Not at all. Earlier today, when you took me to bed, I was worried I wouldn't find your pussy, but the large opening made it easy to locate. Your full body offered me melon-size breasts, which I loved to knead, so to summarize: A sexy body comes in all shapes and sizes. As long as it excites me and I get an erection, I'd love to be with you and... in you."

Helga had tears in her eyes, "You are so wonderful..."

I grumbled, "Wonderful or not, I think my cock is getting hungry again. Are you open for business?"

She parted her legs and looked at me lovingly.