Mr. Brown took a step back and stood in awe at the sight of Chelsea's monstrous 34JJ's. They were bigger then what Mr. Brown had imagine. The black areolas on her huge breasts nearly covered the entire front part of her breasts. Her tootsie roll-like nipples were the same color as a black crayon. She had little stretch marks on the top of her chest where her titties start to form and some near her armpits.
"Amazing!" gasped Mr. Brown. "They maybe sag to your yummy but they're fucking incredible for an 18-year-old who is as skinny as you are. I just want to suck the chocolate milk right out of those big nipples."
Mr. Brown's cock grew enormously inside his jeans. Chelsea just sat still in the chair, with her bare gigantic melons being feasted upon by Mr. Brown's eyes.
Mr. Brown moved closer to Chelsea and brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. He ran his hands through her long dark hair and continued to stare and drool at her breasts.
"My cock is so fucking hard for you. I know you want to see it. Right Chelsea?" Mr. Brown asked.
Chelsea didn't say a word. She turned her head to the side so she couldn't watch Mr. Brown have his way with her chest.
Mr. Brown's large white hands cupped Chelsea's giant black titties and jiggled them. Her breasts shook like a bowl of jell-o. He wobbled and bounced her enormous jugs in his hands and still was amazed at the sheer size of her breasts.
"I want you to shimmy your shoulders and make those big titties shake for me Chelsea," Mr. Brown requested. "And don't forget who holds the power of your grade in this class."
Chelsea had no choice but to do as Mr. Brown wanted. She shimmied her shoulders and her massive boobs shook from side to side. They looked like swinging pendulous. Mr. Brown nearly busted a nut watching Chelsea shake her tits for him.
"Oh yeah! That's it Chelsea. Shake those big things. Shake them harder bitch!" demanded Mr. Brown.
Chelsea shook her shoulders harder and made her huge shaking tits sway wildly and clash into one another when meeting back at her chest.
"Ohhhh! Clap those fucking titties. Make them clap," Mr. Brown said. "Ok Chelsea. I want you to stand up and bend over for me."
Chelsea stood up from her chair and bended down. Her mammoth hooters hung down like a cow's udder.
"Ohh! So beautiful baby. Make them swing Chelsea. Make them swing," Mr. Brown ordered.