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My k** sister made a face, sticking her tongue out after my mother turned her back, and if Mom wasn't within earshot she would have given me one of those ha-has that annoyed the hell out of me. Cathy had good reason to gloat though, because she had managed to weasel out of something that I was getting stuck doing.

That was the way it always seemed to be, since Cathy was the the baby of the family. Being the older k**, it seemed like I never got away with stuff. That was the way it was when I was 8 and she was 5, and now that I was 18 and Cathy was 15, it was still the same.

Mom had volunteered our services to a friend of hers who was planning to clear the field around her house. According to Mom, the woman was going to use the land to start doing some farming and build a stone fence of some kind with all the rocks that seemed to little the landscape of our sleepy little hamlet in the Southern Adirondacks.

Just was the world needed, I thought when Mom explained this. Another farm stand on the side of the road with zucchini you couldn't give way, I did my best to back out of it but failed. By not being able to find a summer job to fill the summer before college started in the fall, I had no good excuse to offer when Mom sentenced me to the task.

Cathy didn't either, because I knew that the reason she gave was bogus. "My back hurts," was Cathy's out for everything, and while maybe it did, it was probably because her tits were so big that the weight of them caused her back to allegedly bother her.

"Miss Couse gives me the creeps," Cathy confided to me afterward after she got done gloating about her victory. "She's always staring at me. Ew!"

Miss Couse stared at all the girls at school, or so the stories went. She was the school nurse and if there was a dictionary with the word lesbian in it, chances are her picture would be there next to it. There wasn't much feminine about her, from her short haircut to her short and squat body, she looked the part and had the reputation to go along with it.

Probably just talk, I figured, when it came to the stories that had gone around about Miss Couse, whose nickname "Bulldog" gives you an idea of her facial characteristics. If she ever did do anything with a girl at school she would have gotten canned or arrested, so I guessed that it was just people ragging on somebody who was a little different.

I probably had joined in on the snickering myself from time to time, but in reality Miss Couse interested me in some strange way. Beyond the usual fascination a lot of guys have about lesbians, I found her mannish and androgynous look attractive in some kinky way, although I would never admit that to anybody.

Miss Couse was about my mother's age, which would put her near 50, and was about 5'6". She didn't seem to have much of a body, but she did have decent legs. I had noticed that through many glimpses of Miss Couse in her uniform, seeing those muscular but shapely calves as she walked briskly down the halls at school. NOT hairy calves, as many guys suggested.

So it was that I got sent over to Brown Tract Road to the little house that Miss Couse called home. Like many of the places in our rural area, Miss Couse's place had seen better days, but to me hers looked pretty well kept as my mother drove me there that Thursday afternoon in late June.

"Now Andy," Mom said as she pulled up to the house. "Please don't do anything that would..."

"Ma," I whined.

"Well sometimes you get this attitude," Mom explained, dutifully playing the part of both Mom and Dad since the old man had bailed on us a few years back. "I just don't want Meg to..."

"I won't do anything to embarrass you, me, or anything else," I assured her, although that was the first time I had heard Miss Couse's first name.

I guess Mom knew Miss Couse because my mother was a nurse too, having worked at the local hospital most of her life and so she thought I would do or say something to humiliate her in her colleague's eyes. Mom decided to walk up to the house with me, which made me feel even more like a k** than usual.

"Audrey!" Miss Couse said as we neared the door, and I admit to getting a little turned on when Miss Couse hugged my mother, as sick as that sounds. I wondered whether Mom knew her friend was a lesbian, not that I knew for sure myself, but when they hugged my teenage imagination ran wild.

Miss Couse had her hair cut even shorter than usual, and her black hair was almost like a crew cut. She was wearing a baggy t-shirt and denim shorts, so while I wasn't going to get much of a view of the rest of Miss Couse, at least I would get to see those muscular legs.

"Where's your little girl?" Miss Couse asked when she saw that I was the only help she was going to get.

"Cathy - her back has been giving her problems," Mom explained, and I wondered how Mom could have missed the disappointment in her friend's face when she heard that.

"Oh, that's a shame," Miss Couse said. "You know Audrey, you should have her come over so I could work on her."

"That's right," Mom said. "I forgot you're a massage ther****t. That might be a good idea."

"Well, I guess that I'll have to get Andy here to work twice as hard to make up for not having your daughter here," Miss Couse said. "You up to that Andy?"

"I guess so," I mumbled, and then Mom was off to work.

"I'll bring him home for you," Miss Couse said. "Might be a little late though because that's a lot of land."

"Fine Meg," Mom said. "If you need him for more than today that's fine too because otherwise Andy would just be sitting around the house doing nothing."

I didn't see anything wrong with that, but having to spend more than one day here was going to be incentive enough to bust my ass to get done whatever old lady Couse wanted done.

"Come on in and have a cup of coffee, Andy," Miss Couse said as Mom drove off, wrapping her arm around my shoulder and herding me inside. "It's supposed to be a scorcher today."

***

"I'm only going to use about an acre or so to start next spring," Miss Couse said as she gestured toward the woods out back and to the west. "I'm going to clear the whole field all now and then gradually expand the planting every year, or at least that's my plan.

I nodded while looking closely at Miss Couse, and as she waved and pointed I noticed a couple of things that interested me a lot. Miss Couse had muscular arms. I noticed that while looking up her sleeve she had bigger biceps than I did.

The other thing I noticed was that Miss Couse had hairy armpits. Not just a little stubble like my Mom and sister did if they didn't shave for a few days, and not a little wisp of hair like I did. Even peeking down the darkened sleeve I could see that Miss Couse even had more hair under her arms than any guy I had even seen.

Ever since I found that magazine up in our attic a few years ago, the sight of a woman with hair under her arms had always excited me. The magazine, one of the few things my old man left behind when he took off a few years ago, was full of color pictures of all these girls - French and Italian it seemed - and all were unshaven. You didn't see that much around here, that was for sure, and I knew that because I looked whenever the opportunity presented itself.

I think Miss Couse caught me looking down her sleeve, judging by the look she gave me, but she didn't say anything and obviously wasn't offended or self conscious about it either, since she took the t-shirt off later as the temperature rose.

She had a tank top underneath, one of those wife-beater things, and was also wearing a bra even though she didn't look like she really needed one. This was a distraction, because this allowed me to not only get frequent glimpses of her armpit hair, but non-stop views of her muscular arms and shoulders as she worked, and while she wasn't a large woman by any means, Miss Couse had a whole lot more muscles than the average woman.

More than I did too, which was why I resisted at first when she suggested I take off my shirt after she removed hers. Only after the shirt was dripping with sweat did I take it off, but I was really self-conscious about how skinny and weak I looked compared to Miss Couse, and I made a vow that I would start working out once college started.

It was tough work, picking up all of the rocks and stones, putting them into the wheelbarrow and walking the wheelbarrow out to the side of the house and dumping it, and then there was all of the other stuff that was out there. Bottles and cans, chunks of wood and metal, and all sorts of crap that had accumulated over time, and that junk got hauled out to the side of the road.

Eight hours later, we had only gotten about 2/3 of the field cleared, and that was with us working pretty much non-stop. I worked hard too, because Miss Couse was busting her butt too and I wasn't going to let a woman almost 3 times my age show me up.

We only took a couple of breaks to speak of. One was for lunch, and Miss Couse delighted me when along with a sandwich she gave me a choice of beverage.

"Pepsi or beer?" she said as she looked in the refrigerator, and I guess I must have looked shocked because I didn't answer right away.

"You work like a man, don't you?" she said, so I eagerly accepted the offer of a Genesee Cream Ale, and while it wasn't the first beer I ever had it was the first one I drank without feeling like a sneak. "Might as well treat you like one. Just don't tell your mother."

She said that with a wink, and I had to admit that Miss Couse wasn't all that bad. She always had looked stern but I had learned she had a sense of humor. She cursed when she would hurt herself and told a couple of off-color jokes too.

The other break we took was soon after we taken off our shirts. Miss Couse had gone into the house, and when she emerged she was carrying a bottle of suntan lotion.

"Can't have you getting burned," she had, and she took off her work gloves and moved behind me. "Always be careful about getting too much sun."

The cool lotion she put on my back was refreshing, but that wasn't the reason I got a hard on. That was due to feeling Miss Couse's strong hand rubbing the lotion into my back and shoulders, even coming around to coat my scrawny smooth chest.

"Would you mind, Andy?" Miss Couse said, holding out the bottle with her right hand and reaching up and back behind her with her left while saying "Can't reach."

I dropped the bottle, partly because it was slippery but mostly because I had been startled when she had reached back like that, the action not only making her bicep bulge but exposing her armpit to me like that. It was like she knew the sight of those hairy hollows excited me, because not only wasn't she embarrassed about them, she wasn't shy about letting me see them either.

"Don't worry about getting it on the shirt," Miss Couse said as I squirted some of the lotion into my hand, which was trembling as I gingerly touched her shoulder. "And I won't break either."

I started rubbing the lotion into her with a little more force, and while her skin was soft the muscles were hard underneath. I had never touched a man like this, and if it wasn't for the bra straps visible through her damp tank-top it would have been easy to think this wasn't a woman in front of me.

I even got the nerve to rub lotion on her arms too as I stood behind her, and after I was done I had to walk around carefully so Miss Couse didn't see the bulge in my shorts. If the guys could ever have seen me at that moment, getting a boner over seeing and touching Miss Couse. I could never live that down.

It was around 4, and it was clear that we weren't going to get done. The massive pile of rocks on the side of the house and the junk out by the road was a testimony to how much we had gotten done though.

"Had enough for today Andy?" Miss Couse said as she took off her gloves and wiped her brow with the back of my hand, and I thought a little smile appeared at the corner of her mouth when she saw me staring at what she seemed to delight in showing me. "Bet you're as tired as I am. Why don't you put the shovel and wheelbarrow away while I go clean up."

As I watched Miss Couse walk toward the house, her calves rippling with every stride, I couldn't wait to get home. The first thing I was going to do was to jump into the shower and stand there until the water washed away the soreness that went from head to toe. I was a mess, with dirt everywhere except the parts of me that my shorts and socks covered, and I had a few scratches and sc****s besides.

I knew what I would do while I was in the shower too. I was going to jerk off, and maybe more than once. I had gotten so many erections during the day that my balls were aching, and my underwear were soggy from more than sweat too, because I suspect my dick had been drooling all day too.

Wonder how many guys had ever gotten hard over Miss Couse, I wondered as I put the stuff away. Not many, I suspected, but then again I was a bit weird anyway.

When I got inside I could hear the shower on in the bathroom, and then Miss Couse peeked her head out the door and told me to help myself to a drink. I took that as an invitation to grab another of those Genny Cream Ales, which weren't bad at all.

I sat down and sipped the brew while imagining I was in the shower with Miss Couse, getting to soap her up and see what her tits looked like. They looked small, but that was fine with me. I was betting that she had a hairy pussy too, judging by how much hair she had under her arms.

The only pussy I had ever seen in real life, and touched for a few glorious minutes before she got cold feet and stopped me belonged to Vicki Praga, and that was pretty hairy, but I was betting that Miss Couse's was hairier than that.

As the shower kept going, I went down the hall to take an innocent stroll. Actually not all that innocent, because I checked to see whether there was a keyhole or you could see though the crack of the door. No luck, so I went back to the kitchen and back to daydreaming about Miss Couse.

Maybe she was doing what I was doing, imagining me being in the shower with her, and when that thought crossed my mind I chuckled, because that was bullshit. Nobody had ever thought things like that about me, and if they had the did a good job of hiding their feelings.

I was debating whether or not to tell my sister that Miss Couse had mentioned her a couple of times, but then again she had asked about how Mom was and whether she had been seeing anybody lately. Hell, she also asked whether I had a girlfriend so maybe I was just reading more into this than was there. Miss Couse might just be a lonely old spinster who wasn't anything like the guys and my fantasies had imagined her to be.

"There. Much better," Miss Couse declared after she emerged from the bathroom, wearing a blue robe and a towel around her hair, which was so short it probably took 5 seconds to dry. "Your turn."

"Huh?"

"Take your shower," she said, and when I protested she turned into the school nurse for a moment. "I'm certainly not going to take you home looking like that. You're a mess."

The next thing I knew, I was standing in the steamy bathroom, getting undressed. It didn't take long, since all I had on were socks, which were white when I arrived with were all sooty now, equally filthy shorts and underwear than had a massive stain of dried pre-cum in them.

It took me a minute to adjust the temperature of the water, but after I got it right I hopped in. It wasn't long before I had washed the filth off of me, and as I looked at the stuff in the shower caddy I started to stroke my cock.

Prell shampoo. Dial soap. Barbasol shave cream and a yellow disposable razor - had to be for her legs I figured, and as I tried to figure out what was in this other bottle, the bathroom door opened.

"Miss Couse?" I said, my voice quivering.

"There's towels and a fresh robe here Andy," she said from the other side of the curtain. "I've got your t-shirt from outside too so I'll wash all these things for you."

Then she was gone. Miss Couse took my clothes. It had occurred to me that taking a shower and putting on the same dirty clothes was stupid, but I had been hustled in here so fast that I never got a chance to protest. Hustled in and intimidated, I realized. She was nice but also could be authoritative too, and me being kind of meek was no help.

My underwear. I cringed when I though about Miss Couse seeing my stained briefs, and the only consolation was that they didn't have any sk** marks on them. I had lost my urge to masturbate and so I turned off the shower and stepped out to dry off.

At least the robe wasn't a flowery thing, I noticed as I put it on and poked my head out the door. Miss Couse was out in the kitchen, and when she saw me out of the bathroom she walked toward me, still wearing her robe.

"It'll be a while until the clothes are done washing, and then I'll get them dried," Miss Couse said as she herded me in the other direction down the hall. "Give us time to relax."

"But..."

"I called Audrey," Miss Couse continued as she had me make a left turn. "I told her that we had just got done working and that I was going to feed you before taking you home. She was fine with that and said she was going to take Cathy to K-Mart anyway.

And with that I was standing in Miss Couse's bedroom.

***

"Get on the bed, Andy," Miss Couse told me while she walked over to the dresser, and when I hesitated she added, "Go ahead Andy. Get on the bed onto your stomach so I can give you a massage."

A massage? I had never had a massage before, but all of a sudden I got cold feet and started to mumble a protest but Miss Couse reminded me that it would be over a hour until my clothes were done.

"So you're stuck here with me," she said with a chuckle, doing a imitation of a mad scientist or something. "You're my captive, unless you want to run home in that robe."

I got on the bed and when I did I heard her laugh.

"Take off the robe first Andy," Miss Couse said. "Can't very well give you a massage with you wearing that."

I didn't get off the bed, and instead managed to get it off my while still laying down. It was a lot more work that way, but the alternative would have been completely exposing myself to Miss Couse, and that was something I wasn't ready for.

So there it was. Me, Andy Cousins, naked for the first time with a woman. It had taken long enough, but out of all the women I would have wanted to be with on this occasion, Miss Couse wouldn't have been all that high on my list.

"Shy fellow, aren't you Andy?" I heard Miss Couse snicker from the foot of the bed, and it sounded like she was putting some kind of lotion on her hands.

My suspicions were confirmed when I felt my left foot lifted and start to get massaged. It wasn't a gentle rubbing either, because her hands were working deep, and after my initial start when she touched me I had to admit it felt good.

I wished there was a towel covering my butt because that would have made me feel more comfortable, but as Miss Couse did that ankle and then started on my right foot it felt so good I began not to care.

"How does that feel, Andy?" Miss Couse asked as she rubbed, and after I told her it felt good she added, "Good. You have a very nice body there Andy. If you stared working out with weights you would look even better."



"I know," I said sheepishly. "I wish I had some weights or there was a gym nearby."

"I have weights down in the basement," Miss Couse said. "If you ever want to use them, stop by. "Yeah," I said, and while the thought of lifting weights with the school nurse was goofy, I wouldn't mind watching her doing it.

"Do you shave your legs, Andy?" Miss Couse said as her hands began working up my calves, and as I stared at the pillow in front of me I cringed.

"No ma'am," I said, and while she knew that I had a little hair on the insides of my calves because she was rubbing them, my relative lack of body hair had been an embarrassment to me all my teenage life.

"Ow!" I said when Miss Couse dug deep into my calf on purpose, and I then learned she didn't like to be called ma'am.

"You can call me Meg you know," Miss Couse said, and I think she was probably smiling when she added, "all naked people in my bedroom call me by my first name."

"Okay - Meg," I said tentatively, not feeling comfortable in calling adults by their first names yet.

Miss Couse was up to the backs of my knees by then, and when she stopped for a minute I thought that it was over, but I felt the bed move, and I guessed that Miss Couse had gotten onto the bed from that.

Then I saw something out of the corner of my eye. A blue blur sailed over from behind me and landed in the chair on the side of the room. It was the robe Miss Couse had on. She had taken the robe off, and since she had just gotten out of the shower that meant she was naked. Just as naked as I was, and I wanted to turn around and look at her so bad.

"You still friends with that Anderson boy?" Miss Couse was saying as her hands dug into the backs of my thighs, kneading the flesh with those iron fingers of hers and making the ache go away.

"Billy?" I asked. "Sure. He's going to State in the fall with me."

"That's nice because you two always seemed close," she said as her hands moved up and down my thighs, stopping just below my ass each time. "I was just curious, because I had heard that you two were - how should I say this - more than friends?"

"Billy? You mean Billy and me?" I asked. "No!"

"Sorry," she said. "I had heard some talk but there's nothing wrong with it even if the rumors were true."

I didn't know there were any rumors about me and my best friend, and unless you count a time years ago when we jerked off together in the woods, there was nothing remotely close to that being true. I didn't like the thought of people thinking I was gay, and if Billy had ever heard that he would have gone ballistic.

"That's the thing about rumors," Miss Couse was saying, and I gasped when her hands grabbed my buttocks. "A lot of them are just lies or half-truths. I'm sure you've heard a lot of rumors about me as well, Andy."

"Uh - I - well..." I babbled not only because the question was embarrassing but because Miss Couse was now spreading my legs apart with her knee as her hands kept squeezing my ass cheeks, and it felt like she was trying to get them open while she massaged them.

"That's okay Andy, which I why I thought the rumor about you and the Anderson boy might be right and you were one of those people that enjoy both men and women," Miss Couse said. "Nothing wrong with that."

"OH!" I gasped when I felt a slick finger rub the outside of my anus, and if Miss Couse hadn't been sitting on my thighs I probably would have jumped up.

"You're so tense, Andy," Miss Couse was saying as she moved further up me, and now she was straddling my ass and rubbing my back. "Relax. You're not afraid of me are you?"

"No," I said in a very unconvincing voice as Miss Couse's fingers kneaded my lower back and worked upward.

"Good, because there's no way I would want to hurt a fine young man like you. Your mother and I - we go back quite a way," Miss Couse said. "Did you know that?"

"I guess," I said, but I didn't know how they knew each other, and had figured it was just because they were both nurses.

"Roomed together our senior year in college," Miss Couse informed me, and that really made my head spin.

But now my shoulders were getting massaged and as Miss Couse sat on my lower back I figured out a couple of things fast. One was that I could feel her pussy hair on my smooth back, and the other was that she seemed to be grinding into me.

As nervous as I was, my dick was hard as I started realizing that something really weird was going on here. Miss Couse's greased hands were alternately rough and gentle, digging deep into my shoulder blades and then sliding over them.

"As I was saying about those stories," Miss Couse was saying, speaking softly because she seemed to be leaning down so her face was just behind my head. "The ones that you were sweet enough to pretend you didn't know about. You know the ones I mean, don't you?"

"About you being - a lesbian?" I asked, my hands clutching the sheets, and I shivered when Miss Couse slid her hands up my arms right to my wrists before sliding them back up, even venturing under my arms before going back up to my shoulders again.

"Yes," she said. "That's one of those half-truths I was talking about, because you see, I like men too. Young men especially."

"Cat got your tongue?" Miss Couse said after a moment where the only sound in the room was my hoarse breathing.

"No."

"Maybe it was my imagination, but you seem to like me Andy, at least a lot more that you did before today. Am I right?"

"Yeah."

"You spent a lot of time looking at me," she continued as I felt her inching slowly back down. "Or was that my imagination? It's certainly okay if you were."

"I guess," I mumbled.

"You said you've never had sex with another boy. Have you been with a girl? A woman?"

"Sort of."

This amused Miss Couse, who had worked her way back down to my butt.

"What I meant was, have you ever had sex before? Are you a virgin?"

"Yes," I whispered, and then I felt her hand between my ass cheeks and this time the finger pushed into my anus, causing me to make a weird noise.

"Do you want to fuck me, Andy?" Miss Couse asked while pushing her finger in as far as she could, wiggling it around in way that made it feel way better than I would have suspected it could have.

"Yes," I said although the word came out in syllables as her finger spun around.

"Good, because I want to fuck you too," she said, her voice almost a growl. "Your prick - is it hard?"

"Yes," I moaned.

"Can't have that," she said, and with that Miss Couse took her finger out of me and lifted me up by the hips like I was a rag doll so I was on all fours.

"Nice," Miss Couse grunted as I felt her hand reaching down between my legs and grab my balls, rolling them around roughly in her palm for a moment before sliding over and wrapping her arm around my neck and asking me if I liked it.

"What?" I groaned, totally confused at what was happening to me because Miss Couse seemed to be everywhere, and it couldn't have been because I had a couple of beers either.

Her finger went back in my ass as I knelt there, although now it felt bigger and not as warm, and then the arm that she had wrapped around my neck yanked me up so that I was kneeling upright on the bed with Miss Couse at my side.

"Oh! You've got a nice sized prick for a little fella," Miss Couse was hissing in my ear as she grabbed my dick, which was so hard it was curling back up to my stomach, and her fist squeezed it hard as she pulled on it violently.

I cried out as my dick started spurting all over the place, and I would have fallen over if Miss Couse hadn't had her right hand around my hip as she jacked me off savagely with her left. My sweat was burning my eyes, but even with blurred vision I could see the ropes of cum flying wildly out of my dick.

My body was still shaking even after I stopped cumming, and Miss Couse didn't stop pulling on my dick even after I was limp, stretching and milking it as if to drain my nuts dry.

"No more - please," I remember whimpering, and then Miss Couse let go of my cock and eased me down into the bedding on my stomach.

The mattress jiggled as Miss Couse climbed over me to get off the bed, and then I felt what obviously wasn't her finger come out of my rectum

"I don't understand," I said as Miss Couse went over to the night stand with a little purple thing in her hand and set it down while opening the drawer and taking something out.

"You will Andy," she said as she climbed off of me. "You will."

***

I didn't have any idea what that thing was that she had put into my ass, and if she had ever given me an option about it I would have said no way, but she hadn't and I had to admit that it had given me a sensation that was unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was even better than her finger was.

As Miss Couse stood on the side of the bed, looking down on me sprawled and spent, she was playing around with something but my eyes were on Miss Couse in all her naked glory.

Miss Couse was still androgynous in a way, because her thighs and shoulders were thick and her chest was broad, but there was no doubt that she was a woman. Her breasts were round and g****fruit-sized, with silver dollar areolas and short fat nipples, and while I guessed that they were about the same size as Vicki's - the only other pair I had ever seen in person, Miss Couse's looked smaller because of her broad chest they were on.

The sight of her muscular body excited me somehow even though it wasn't very feminine, and I don't know what I would think if I saw her after she got done lifting weights for a while and was pumped up. I think my choices would be either turned on or scared.

What really caught my eye was between Miss Couse's legs and the wild jungle of hair that surrounded her pussy. The black bush was dense and grew onto the insides of her thighs. There was even a streak that grew out of the top of the triangle and up to just under her belly button.

Even with all that hair I could see the lips of her sex, and I was startled when Miss Couse's hand appeared, and as she ran her fingers through the thick forest she asked me, "You like?"

"Yes," I croaked, my mouth so dry that I wished there was one of those ales within reach.

"I'm not too hairy for you, am I Andy?" she asked, and after I shook my heard Miss Couse laughed and added, "Didn't think so."

"What's that?" I said, my eyes darting over from the hand raking the bush to the other one which held a belt and something else.

"This?" Miss Couse said as she held it up before wrapping it around herself, and after adjusting it she took the rubbery looking thing and greased it up with some kind of lubricant. "This is our helper."

"This part goes in here," she explained as she lifted her foot onto the mattress and slid one end of the device into her sex while putting the other end though a hole in the belt. "And this part..."

"No," I said as I saw her put lubricant on the other end while chuckling at what was probably a look of horror on my face as I figured out what this thing was and where that other end was going. "I can't do that."

"You handled the wiggler with no problem," Miss Couse said as she moved her hand up and down the brown dick that stuck out from her bush like a real cock. "Matter-of-fact I'd say you liked it. This isn't much bigger. Your prick is bigger than this is."

"Unless you'd rather have this," she added, reached into the drawer and pulling out a black one that had to be twice the size of the one she was wearing.

"Omigod no," I said as she put the monster away and climbed back on the bed.

"I won't hurt you Andy," Miss Couse said as she climbed back on the bed. "I go easy on the virgins. Next time though, you might be wanting the other one."

The other option was neither one, but I was so shook up that it actually didn't occur to me. Part of that was me being so intimidated by Miss Couse, both physically and mentally, even though she never said or did anything threatening. She had simply said I was going to get it, one or the other, and I had accepted it.

So when she climbed up on the bed and pulled my backside up so I was on my knees, I assumed the position on all fours and waited while Miss Couse lubricated my anus, and I tried to keep in mind that what she was going to put in my bottom wasn't much bigger than a thumb.

It hurt a bit when she first introduced the thing into my ass, but after Miss Couse eased it into me and started taking short and slow strokes I got used to it. Was it good? It wasn't nearly as good as Miss Couse's finger or the wiggling thing that had helped me orgasm so hard, but it wasn't horrible.

What made it good for me was Miss Couse and the way she was using the double dong. Maybe part of it was the way she felt while riding me; the feeling of power as she in effect fucked a guy, but I think it had a lot to do with the way the other end felt inside her, and if the way she acted was an indication, it must have been very good for her.

For seven minutes - I knew because I was able to see the clock radio on the night stand - Miss Couse fucked me. She went slow, fast and every speed in between, and while she had a little carried away at the end she never really hurt me, and listening to her really turned me on.

Mounting me like she did, I could hear her grunting, growling and making all sorting of strange sounds as the device fucked us both. Her hands were always busy; grabbing my shoulders and riding me like a horse or reaching down and pulling on my flaccid dick, nearly getting me hard in the process.

In the end I felt her body convulse as she came, her fingers down around me twisting my nipples as she let out a groan that made me shiver. Just like that, it was over. I felt Miss Couse pull the dildo out of me, and after I eased down into the bedding she moved down unto me.

"You okay Andy?" she asked, and I nodded.

"Did you like it?" she asked, and I said that it was okay.

"You took it like a man," Miss Couse said. "Think you'll ask for the big one next time?"

"No," I said loudly and quickly, and she laughed before tickling my ribs and excusing herself.

I turned around as she took her toys to the bathroom with her, and I had to admit that she looked impressive from behind as well. Not dainty or feminine but interesting looking, especially for a woman in her early 50's.

When she returned she stood at the side of the bed and asked me if I was worn out, maybe too tired to...

"No," I said.

"You're the boss," Miss Couse said as she rolled onto the bed on her back. "How do you want me?"

I didn't know. All of a sudden I was lost, and although I had a hard-on when I climbed up onto my knees and knee-walked over between Miss Couse's legs, I started losing it when I moved up in between those muscular thighs. Panic set in. I tired to push my deflating dick into her, but that wasn't going to work and the more I pulled on myself the worse it got.

"Relax Andy," Miss Couse was saying. "You're just nervous, and I'm not much to look at."

"No," I said because that wasn't it at all. It was me, and faced with what I had been longing for all my teenage life, I was blowing it. Miss Couse wasn't the cause because as strange as it may seem I liked the way she looked.

"Here," Miss Couse was saying, and then she rearranged us on the bed so that I was on my back and she was at my side, leaning down and sucking on my nipple while saying, "just relax, Andy".

Her hand was down between my legs, alternating between rolling my balls in her palm and gently pulling on my cock, and as she kissed her way down my stomach I started to feel myself come to life. I was running my hand over her close cropped hair when I felt my dick go into a wet and warm place while my balls kept on getting played with.

Miss Couse was sucking my dick, and I was getting hard in her mouth while she laid across me. This blocked the view, but I contented myself with rubbing her shoulders until she stopped sucking and suddenly scrambled up to her knees and swung her leg over me.

"Ahh!" Miss Couse groaned as she managed to make a gymnastic-like move that had her straddling me and putting my dick in her so quickly that it wasn't until I felt my cock go into a tight place that it struck me. I was no longer a virgin.

"Oh, that's good Andy," Miss Couse was saying, and I averted my eyes when she started to squeeze her breasts while she moved up and down on me. "I love the way your big hard prick feels inside of me."

"Argh!" I said as I struggled not to cum, and that struggle got tougher because not only did Miss Couse kept talking dirty, she started humping faster on me.

That, combined with the occasional peeks I took up at the amazon nurse who kept squeezing those tits hard in between flailing around wildly and acting like a cowgirl, made my orgasm come way too soon. When Miss Couse let out a cry that sounded like a roar while her pussy clamped down around my dick, I lost it.

I guess Miss Couse was on the verge of cumming herself, so while I came I guess she did too, and after I went limp she looked down at me and said that it was in her words, "Damn fine, Andy! You liked it?"

I nodded, too drained to reply as Miss Couse eased down next to me on the bed and gave me a squeeze before rolling onto her back at joining me in staring at the ceiling.

"Suppose I better feed you," Miss Couse said after we caught our breath, but I told her I wasn't very hungry. and just rolled over onto my side and propped myself up on my elbow and stared at Miss Couse.

I must have leered at the woman for about five minutes, just taking in everything I could, and I don't know how long she watched me gawking at her, but when I glanced up and saw here amused expression I felt my face turn red.

"Guess I might never be next to a naked woman again," I said. "So I'm enjoying it while I can."

"Who will you tell first?" Miss Couse asked, and when I gave her a quizzical look she explained. "Figured you'd be wanting to spread the news about what we did, unless you'd be embarrassed that is."

"Embarrassed?" I asked, confused about that. "I'm not embarrassed, but I'm not going to tell anybody. This was - you know - between you and me."

"Your Mom did a good job with you," Miss Couse said with a smile, ruffling up my hair before laying back down and linking her hands behind her head. "Wise beyond your years."

"You think I'm weird?" I asked Miss Couse as I stared at her bicep, which with her elbow bent was - while not a humongous muscle - still a very nice shape and one that would put me to shame.

"No weirder than most fellows your age. Why?"

"I dunno," I said, trying to find a way to put into words what I meant without sounding rude. "It's just that you - I guess it's because I think you're really sexy."

"And you expect me to tell you that you're weird, or that I'm offended?" Miss Couse said with a laugh.

"No, it's just that you're not like - a lot of women."

"That's very diplomatic," Miss Couse said.

"No, I mean I like your - you know - you've got a muscular body for a girl."

"I like to stay in shape," Miss Couse said. "And you might be surprised at how many people are actually aroused by my body. People you wouldn't expect, so no Andy, you aren't weird. No law says everybody has to like the same thing. Be a boring world if that was the case."

"I guess," I mused.

"Go ahead," Miss Couse said, and when I asked what she meant she laughed.

"You'll never be a poker player," she cackled. "Go ahead. Nothing you can do to me that hasn't been done before."

I wanted to tell her than she shouldn't be too sure about that, but judging by her lack of reaction when I reached over and touched her bicep, first timidly and then squeezing a little tighter, maybe she was right. Miss Couse even tensed her arm and made the bicep bigger for me.

"Come by sometime and we'll lift some weights together," Miss Couse said. "I've got a mat down there. We could even wrestle."We could work out together."
"Oh man," I said, cringing at the thought of not only wrestling a woman but probably losing to her as well, and when I admitted as much Miss Couse simply smiled.

"No shame in losing. Sometimes it's even fun," she added, and after a minute more of being amused at me massaging her arm and shoulders she told me to go ahead, and this time I didn't insult her by pretending I didn't know what she was talking about.

"Mmm," Miss Couse sighed as my hand slid down from her bicep and into the tuft of thick black hair that filled the hollow of her armpit, and as I raked my fingers through the soft dense fur she sighed again.

"Am I tickling you?" I asked when I saw her body shiver.

"Noooo... feels nice," she said. "Armpit hair on women turn you on?"

"No - er - well I guess so," I said. "Don't see it too much."

"That's true. You were born too late," Miss Couse said as my hand slid down and played with the hair that grew in the innermost part of her thighs. "You would have loved it back in the 60's and 70's. A lot of women didn't shave. You'd be surprised at how many people find it sexy, even though many won't admit it."

I didn't know about that, because I don't know how most women would look with armpit hair, only that it looked perfect on her. The proof of how I felt was poking Miss Couse in her hip.

"Does that mean you're coming back tomorrow?" Miss Couse asked.

"Well sure," I said. "We aren't finished with the field."

"Won't take all day to finish," Miss Couse said as we got out of bed.

"If you don't wear that tank-top we could be done by noon," I said, and that caused Miss Couse to bust out laughing as she headed for the bathroom.

"You're something," she said, shaking her head at my goofiness, and when she saw my boner bouncing around in front of me she stopped and came back to me.

"Get a good night's sleep so you don't conk out on me tomorrow," Miss Couse warned me before she went to her knees in front of me and said, "Looks too good to walk away from."

Her hands never touched anything except my buttocks as she swallowed my cock, her lips going right down to my pubes. With my nuts on her chin she simply sucked my cock. Sucked it without ever moving her lips, with what felt like her throat doing all the work, and when I came she kept sucking like she was trying to drain my balls.

Only me collapsing back onto the bed broke the oral lock she had on my dick, and it felt so good that I got into such a laughing jag that I couldn't stop any more that I could keep my leg from twitching. I slid down on the rug and hugged Miss Couse, and could only think that just 12 hours ago I didn't have a clue about the woman.

***

Epilogue.

Of course I went back the next day, and we did get the work done by lunchtime, leaving the afternoon free for other activities. Yes, I did let her put the strap on inside of me again - the small one - but never had the nerve or the desire for the other one, but taking it made Miss Couse happy, and it wasn't that bad for me either.

That was far from the last time I went to see Miss Couse either. I made myself a frequent visitor to her place during my college breaks, and even took her up on her invitations to lift weights and to wrestle a couple of times.

My record wrestling her was one win and one loss, and she was right. Losing wasn't so bad and could be fun. She suspected that I lost that one time on purpose, but that was okay because I accused her of the same thing when I managed to beat her.

That was back in 1985, and that was as kinky as my sex life ever got. I did try the strap on with my wife doing the honors many years later but it wasn't anything approaching the same and I never did it again after that.

One time during my senior year in college I stopped home as a surprise one weekend. It was late and my k** sister was the only one home. She explained that Mom was out playing bingo so after we chatted for a bit I said that I was going to go to the store.

I wasn't interested in going to the store at all, but when I roared down the street to Miss Couse's place I saw that the lights were out. Not wanting to bother her, I pulled into the driveway to turn around, and as my headlights flashed on the car in the driveway I saw a familiar sight.

My Mom's car.

I didn't think anything of it, figuring that they had probably driven to the VFW bingo hall together to save gas, but as I swung out I saw that Miss Couse's car was parked back by the driveway.

Killing my headlights, I pulled off the road by the field I had helped clear and ran across the lawn, looking down in the cellar first and afraid at what I would find, but it was dark. I went around to the side of the house and looked at the bedroom window.

There was a candle flickering in the bedroom, and I could see a couple of people on the bed. I could have seen more, but I stopped and turned back around. Not that I wasn't interested, but it didn't seem right.

Mom had not only given me life, but she had managed to provide for me and my sister when the old man turned out to be a real dick. What was going on in there was none of my business, and since it involved the two women that had given me more love and happiness than anybody else on earth, all I could do was get in my car and head home. It didn't stop me from fantasizing, but that was it.

Years later, I didn't have to ask about anything because my mother told me about her and Meg Couse. Mom was retiring and was planning on moving down to Florida. Coincidentally, so was Miss Couse, and Mom was pleased when I not only didn't object but was happy for her, and them.

I never asked Mom the one question that I always wondered about. Did Mom send me to work with Miss Couse that day for a reason? Was she afraid that I was too shy and lacked confidence so badly that I needed someone to - I don't know - show me the ropes?

If that's what it was, it worked. The boy that went to the Couse Farm that summer morning - a farm that never happened by the way, save a little tomato garden - left a man. I did things that I would never have gotten to experience otherwise and learned a lot about women, and myself in the process.