The two previous days it had been girls. For the next three days it would be the boys' turn. With baseball, lacrosse, soccer, tennis, golf and track, there were well over two hundred boys to exam.
Miss Harkness had been through this for decades. She was almost sixty years old and been the school nurse here since her early 20's. She was always called "Miss," although she'd been briefly married shortly after graduating from nursing school.
Her marriage was a disaster from the start. Oh, Melissa Harkness tried. She was a virgin, and Edward P. Allison, five years older was not. Whatever he suggested she'd try, and willingly. They tried all different positions, and when Ed suggested oral sex, she enthusiastically sucked his cock.
They'd met through a mutual friend, and from their first date, Ed was fascinated with her breasts. Even though, she wore loose blouses, they were too big to hide. From that first date, Melissa made it clear they were off limits. They were reserved for her husband on their wedding night.
A year later they were married, and Ed spent most of their wedding night fondling, kissing, sucking those tits. Oh, they fucked, but . . .
The problem was Edward. Ed could have stood for erectile dysfunction, and the P in Edward P. Allison might have stood for Premature Ejaculation. Whenever they had sex, and Ed insisted on it frequently, it was over before it even started, if he could even get hard.
If that wasn't bad enough, Ed's cock could barely be called a cock. It wasn't much longer or fatter than her pinky finger.
Melissa loved the feeling of his cock in her mouth; especially on those rare occasions when he actually had an erection. But before she could fully enjoy it, he was finished. Yes, his cum was sweet, although there wasn't all that much of it, but at the time she didn't know that. Worse, just as she was getting into it, he was done, rolled over and went to sleep.
Melissa, as a virgin, didn't really know it was small, but she'd seen enough cocks throughout nursing school and from what her girlfriends told her that she didn't need an actual comparison.
Besides, Ed didn't satisfy her at all. He took his anger over his sexual problems out on her. No, he didn't physically abuse her; he was just mean. Melissa always used the clinical words for body parts and what they did in bed: breasts, vagina, penis, fellatio, intercourse, and on those rarest of occasions, cunnilingus.
Ed, on the other hand, might say: "let me see my cunt." Yes, once they were married, she literally belonged to him; at least he thoughts so. It was no longer her vagina, but his, and although Melissa knew all the euphemisms, she always cringed when he used words like cunt, pussy, tits. She didn't like it when he told her, "I'm going to bang my pussy all night" or "suck my cock." Then, of course, he either couldn't get hard or ejaculated right away. And it was always her fault.
Nothing changed in the first two years of marriage, and she continued to be the good wife. Always available to her husband. Even after she showed him where she liked his tongue, he never seemed to be able to find that spot. He claimed to enjoy rubbing his face in her huge bush, and sucking on her enormous clitoris, but just like with fucking, he stopped almost before he started.
He was much more interested in getting his hands and mouth on those titties. Often he had her straddle his chest and rub them in his face; sometime for hours. Melissa would reach back, and his cock was hard, but when she tried to put it inside her vagina or in her mouth, it was over.
Speaking of her clitoris. When it was engorged, it was almost as long, and thick as Ed's cock. Almost.
When Ed was killed in a car accident, she publicly grieved, but in private was thankful that the ordeal of sex was over. She never dated and now she was closing in on sixty and didn't expect to.
Her age was one reason, but beyond that many men found her intimidating. Melissa Harkness was almost six feet tall, and even her unflattering nurse's uniform could not hide those huge breasts and big ass.
By unflattering I mean, Miss Harkness was an anachronism. She always wore the traditional white uniform, with the cap which signified her nursing school. The dress came well below her knee, and there were of course, the white stockings and white shoes.
In addition, although, she didn't walk around with a scowl on her face, there was rarely a smile. She was stern, but professional with the students. Very professional. She was sympathetic and helpful to girls who found themselves pregnant; never judgmental. The same with students who had an STD.
No one ever saw her at any school social or sporting events. She was a regular at her church's Sunday services, and a member of the church's Ladies Auxiliary. The one thing she did when it was appropriate after Ed's death was change her name back to her maiden name: Miss Melissa Harkness.
Miss Harkness lived in an old Victorian house on five acres. She added the pool about ten years ago. It sat behind a high fence, among a stand of trees; totally secluded.
She didn't know what triggered it, but three years after Ed's death, she started to masturbate; something she'd never done before. She didn't have a toy. That would be so embarrassing. What if the delivery man blabbed, or she had a heart attack and died, and someone found it when going through her things?
Everyone kept KY-Jelly in their medicine cabinet. It worked fine. She started by just rubbing her slit until there was some lubrication, then using the KY Jelly, she'd start on her clitoris. She stroked it between her thumb and forefinger, just like she'd done to Ed's cock when she was trying to get him hard.
Yes, it was almost as long as Ed's cock, but unlike it, there was no quit in that clitoris. With one hand she'd jerk it off, while the other played with a nipple. A nipple which rose to more than an inch long when it was aroused.
When she came, she'd bounce that big ass up and down on the bed, and was loud as she jerked herself off. Then she'd add more KY Jelly and begin to fuck herself. For the first few months after she started masturbating, it was just one finger. She soon realized that it was just like being fucked by Ed, except it lasted longer.
In time, it was two fingers, then three. Like her clitoris, her breasts and her nipples, her pussy hole was big. Eventually, in order to satisfy herself, she used her whole hand. Melissa moaned and writhed on the bed as she fucked herself, but fucking herself never made her cum. It was only when she pulled her hand out, and began to play with her clitoris that it happened.
It became a ritual. Every night: wash off her make up, brush her teeth, put on a short nightgown, take the KY Jelly from the medicine cabinet, and crawl into bed. She'd fantasize about an actor, sports star, some man she'd passed in the grocery store, or in the car next to her when she was stopped at a light. On occasion even one of the male teachers at school, but never a student.
Never a student until this particular Spring when she was assisting Dr. Wheeler with the boys' baseball team's physicals. They all wore just boxers or briefs. Over the years, she'd never looked twice at any of the boys; boys who'd come to her nurse's office with cuts, bruises, splinters, etc. since they were little children.
Frankly, the physical exams were perfunctory; just enough to fulfill the state requirement. It was near the end of the day, and Dr. Wheeler was examining a boy. "Miss Harkness, I need a little more time with Bobby, here. Why don't you take the next one?"
This wasn't unusual. Over the years, as they rushed through the physical exams, Dr. Wheeler would hand-off an occasional student male or female to Miss Harkness. It was all very professional.
The next student was Chucky Dryden, who lived less than a mile away from her, on the same street. She'd known him since he was a boy. He mowed her lawn, cleaned her pool, cleared her long driveway in the winter. Now, he was an eighteen-year-old senior. Tall and lanky, he was now Chuck and was only wearing briefs.
"Sit down, Chuck." She went through the usual routine: eyes, ears. "Open your mouth, say ahhh."
"Good, now take a deep breath," she said as she put the stethoscope to his chest and then his back.
"You seem in good shape," she said as she tapped his knees with her reflex hammer.
"I've been working out."
"Good, now stand up. Stretch your arms straight out in front of you, out to the side, over your head."
When she reached down to check for any swelling in his ankles, her cheek brushed against his briefs. There seemed to be an unusually large bulge. She flinched for a second.
"We're almost done." Miss Harkness slipped her hand inside his briefs and under his scrotum. "Turn your head, and cough." Checking for hernias as she'd done hundreds of times over the years. "Now turn your head the other way. Cough again."
Her hand lingered perhaps a half second longer than normal, and Chuck didn't notice. Miss Harkness felt something that she'd never felt before. It was long, fat and that scrotum seemed uncommonly large. Everything about it seemed bigger than any of the boys she'd examined over the years, and certainly bigger than her late husband.
"Next. Chuck, you're cleared to play."
"Thank you Miss Harkness. I'll be over to clean your pool next weekend."
Miss Harkness couldn't wait to get home. There was no stopping at the grocery store or anywhere else, and she wasn't going to wait until bed time. She undressed, grabbed her KY Jelly and got into bed.
Thankfully, it was a Friday. She spent all night playing; losing count of the number of orgasms she had. Her pussy hole could not have opened any wider unless she used both hands. As for her clitoris: it was so sensitive, that by daybreak just touching it sent her into spasms.
All she thought about was the possibilities inside Chuck's briefs. Could it be as big as it seemed when her hand was checking for a hernia. Was that huge scrotum filled with more cum than Ed had filled her mouth with in all the time they were married? Was that penis as big as it seemed? And would it fill her vagina like her hand did?
What she knew about Chuck was that he wasn't a virgin. How did she know this? Over the past year a number of female students came to her because they were pregnant or thought they were pregnant. Among the questions she was required to ask was if the girl knew who the father was. Chuck's name came up two or three times, although DNA later proved that not to be true, but it was clear he'd had sex with these girls.
Late Saturday morning, she took a long, hot bath allowing her vagina to rejuvenate. For over an hour she lay there in the hot water, adding more as it cooled. Then it was back to bed, and fantasizing about the penis she thought for sure young Chuck had in those brief.
Sunday after church, it was much of the same, but by late afternoon, she knew she needed to rest. There was school tomorrow.
Melissa started going to the high school baseball games, sitting on the first base side, watching first baseman, Chuck Dryden. Maybe it was her imagination or the cut of his baseball pants, but Chuck's bulge seemed even bigger than she imagined.
As soon as she got home, she went to bed and masturbated. This time thinking of how that big penis might fill her mouth, and how sweet his cum might be. Melissa continued until she'd worn out her hands and fingers. Again, she lost count of her orgasms. She wondered if she could get Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.
It got worse over the weekend when Chuck came to clean her pool. Her only saving grace was that Chuck wore a boxer-style swimsuit and not one like European men wore. She might have masturbated looking out her kitchen window watching him at work except for the fear of getting caught. But as soon as he left, she was in bed, her KY Jelly on the night stand.
Her fantasies began to change. Not that she wasn't enthralled by his big, hard, young penis. She started dreaming of what it would be like to have Chuck eat her. Eat her vagina. All her life, she never used the words Ed used. They sounded so humiliating.
As difficult as it was for Miss Harkness, she waited until after Chuck graduated to seduce him; something she really didn't know how to do.
It happened one early July day when Chuck was mowing her lawn. It was over 100o with the humidity almost as high. As Chuck was finishing, Melissa came outside in her swimsuit. The bottom was like men's boxers, but the top, which she'd bought with Chuck specifically in mind, barely covered her areolas and nipples.
She didn't expect Chuck to look. Remember, she was older than his mother. "Chuck, it sure is hot. When you finish, why don't you jump in?" Miss Harkness said as she waded into the water.
"I'd love to, but I didn't bring my suit." By this time, she was right below him, as he stood on the deck. He couldn't help but look down the top of her swimsuit to her inviting and very deep cleavage.
"Tell you what, when you're ready, just let me know, and I'll turn my back while you take off your pants. Besides, you know I'm a nurse, you know there's not much I haven't seen."
"I don't know, Miss Harkness, but you're right, it really is hot."
"Sure is. I'll go to the other end of the pool and turn my back."
Moments later she heard a splash. Chuck was just coming up in the deep end. "Doesn't it feel great?" So that he wasn't embarrassed or frightened off, Miss Harkness stayed in the shallow end, but on occasion she ducked underwater, ostensibly to cool off, but in the clear water, she got a pretty good view of what was dangling between Chuck's legs. Yes, it was as long as she'd fantasized.
"It's great, Miss Harkness. You were right. Thanks."
They floated around for a while; at a distance. Miss Harkness asked him for his plans for the summer, and for college in the fall. Every few minutes, she closed the gap between them, but only a few feet at a time. He either didn't realize it or didn't care. "Chuck, are you uncomfortable being naked, while I have my swimsuit on?"
"A little. I know you're a nurse and all."
Miss Harkness ducked under the water again to cool off, and this time she was close enough to get a clear view: Chuck's penis was erect, and it looked massive. She came up: "Chuck, let me tell you a little secret. Usually I go skinny dipping." She reached behind her, and unhooked the top of her swimsuit.
Chuck's mouth was wide open. Melissa threw the top on the pool deck. She was still almost up to her neck in the water. "There, we're almost even."
"Miss Harkness, you didn't have to do that."
"I know, but I didn't want you to feel awkward." She walked towards the more shallow part of the pool, with her back to him. Her breasts were above the water line. She turned around.
As I've said, her husband had been fascinated by her huge tits or titties, as he called them, but it wasn't just that they were enormous. At age sixty, Miss Harkness' tits were still perfect. Firm, with not much sag, and in the cool water, her nipples jutted out almost an inch.
His mouth was still open, as he stared. "Miss Harkness, they're magnificent. I've never seen ones so beautiful."
"How nice of you to say. It makes my heart glad that a young man like yourself is impressed."
"No, really they are. Beautiful, that is."
"Thank you, Chuck. Does looking at them excite you?"
"Um-ummmm."
"Don't be embarrassed. I've shown you mine. Well, at least these. Do you want to show me yours?"
"Um-ummm."
"You don't have to actually show it to me, you can just walk toward the shallow end; like up to your waist. Besides, wouldn't you like to get a closer look at these?" Miss Harkness held her hands underneath those magnificent tits.
Surely, no typical eighteen-year-old boy could resist getting close up and personal with big tits. Chuck was a typical eighteen year old boy; he started swimming toward Miss Harkness, until he could stand. Meanwhile, she was walking into deeper water until those tits were covered.
They were now just a few feet apart, standing in the pool. "Chuck, now do you like what you see?"
"Miss Harkness, they really are beautiful." She took his hand and slipped it under the water and onto one of them.
He was reluctant. "It's okay, Chuck. I'm sure a handsome guy like you has touched one of these before."
"Um-mmmm, but those were girls. You're a woman." His hand slowly caressed her breast.
"Just like that, you're doing fine. There's not much difference; we all have breasts, or do you young people call them tits or is it boobs?"
"That's what I usually call them. Tits that is, but never as big or as beautiful."
‘Don't you think it's only fair." Melissa Harkness slipped her own hand under the water, and immediately moaned, unintentionally out loud. She'd touched something she'd never felt before.
Chuck sighed, too, while both hands were now playing with those tits. They moved together to shallower water. Miss Harkness' breasts were now completely out of the water, and Chuck's cockhead was poking out.
Mis Harkness was holding his huge cock which was as hard as her pool's skimmer pole, and thicker. "My God, Chuck, I've always thought of you as a boy, but that is a man-size penis. And you have the biggest scrotum I've ever felt." Like I said, she always used the clinical words. Chuck didn't have to know that she'd only had one lover.
Her nursing background told her that in cool water, the penis tends to shrink. Sure, his scrotum seemed tight, but if that penis had shrunk, she could only imagine what it was like when it was fully engorged. Damn!!!
"Hmmm, Miss Harkness. Your hand feels so good, and these, oh my God. Can I kiss them?"
"Do you want to kiss them, Chuck?"
"Oh, yeah that might be the greatest thing ever."
Melissa thought, ‘Here's a kid who I know has had sex, but thinks kissing my old breasts would be the greatest thing ever. Ed had been fascinated by my breasts. To be fair, that's about all he could do. Maybe, all guys loved breasts.'
She put her arms around him, and brought his face to her breasts. One hand went to his penis, which seemed even harder than before. She gently stroked it while he kissed, then sucked a nipple.
"Hmmmm, Chuck, for a young guy you sure seem to know what you're doing."
"Miss Harkness," he mumbled, they're so perfect. I've never seen ones like these."
She let him continue for a while; her hand was still examining him from his glans to his scrotum. Then, "Chuck, I think I've over-stepped the boundaries between us. We should stop."
"Remember, Miss Harkness, I'm not a student anymore."
"I know, but still. Let me get you a towel so you can dry off." She waded up the steps, still topless, found a towel, and to her surprise, Chuck followed her; that big penis bouncing in front of him, still hard.
"Here ya' go." It was only after she dried herself off that she put her top on. She was staring at his penis, and he was staring at those breasts, even after they were covered.
"Miss Harkness, I'm supposed to clean your pool Tuesday, do you still want me, too?"
"Of course, but make sure you bring your swimsuit."
"I will, I promise."
As soon as he left, Miss Harkness took a shower. For someone who had no idea how to seduce a man, it had gone far better than she'd imagined; far, far better.
The idea that a boy like Chuck would have any interest in her old breasts had her vagina wet, and it wasn't from the pool. Under the shower, she got those breasts all soapy and then played with them until her nipples were as hard as Chuck's young penis.
It was only then that her hand and the soap went to her vagina. She sighed softly as she found her clitoris, which was already engorged. Would Chuck find her vagina as fascinating as he found her breasts? Her moans echoed off the shower walls as she had her first orgasm. They grew louder with her second and then third.
Only a few minutes later, Chuck arrived home. His cock was hard. It was hard in Miss Harkness' pool; it was hard when he dried off, and he caught her staring at it; it was hard as he drove home.
He couldn't wait to get in the shower and find some relief. His mother was at work; he had the whole house to himself. Immediately he rubbed soap on that still hard cock. "Hmmm, Miss Harkness thinks I have a man-size cock," he said as he stroked it with his right hand. His soapy left hand was massaging his balls. "She says I have big balls."
"Miss Harkness liked my cock; Miss Harkness loved my man-sized cock." He said as he stroked. "She loved my big balls, too." Up and down his hand went. "Miss Harkness thinks my cock is magnificent." He stroked it faster.
He remembered the first time that he got jerked off. It was Martha Hansfield. "Chuck, it's so big, I can barely get my hand around it." She stroked it and stroked it; it seemed like an hour. "Chuck, are you going to cum soon? My hand's getting tired."
It had always been that way when he jerked off, or was jerked off, or when he fucked Cindy Martin. It always took him a long time to cum. When he jerked off, he didn't mind. It felt so good; he just kept stroking and stroking. Today, he really needed to cum. Faster and faster, and with a tighter grip on his cock; he shot all over the shower wall. Then again and again.
There was a lot of cum. It had always been that way, too. That first time with Martha Hansfield, "Oh my God, Chuck, there's so much, and you shot so high. It all over my hands, my skirt. I hope it washes out."
Sometimes after he came, he kept playing with his cock until it got hard again, and he'd jerk off again, and then again; sometimes four or five times in a day. Like Miss Harkness, ‘thank God for KY-Jelly,' he thought. He wondered if his mother realized that she was buying a lot more of it than normal.
Before Miss Harkness, and Cindy Martin, Chuck helped things along with a magazine he'd bought, TITS. Like Miss Harkness' former husband, Chuck was fascinated with tits; not that he didn't like fucking Cindy Martin.
After he dried off, he went to bed, and jerked off again, thinking of Miss Harkness' tits. Damn, he thought as he watched his cock spurt, Martha was right, there is a lot of cum; even the second time.
I wonder if Miss Harkness would let me suck them for hours, he thought, as he reached for the KY-Jelly. He started to feel some pain; like he was rubbing his cock raw. It wasn't the first time that happened.
For both Chuck and Miss Harkness Tuesday couldn't come soon enough. She was already in the pool at 11:30 when Chuck arrived. Yes, she was wearing her swimsuit, with a similar top to the one she wore last time; except this one had the clasp in front.
The temperature was supposed to soar above 100o with humidity again oppressive. "You can use the bathroom off the kitchen to change," she called as he was finishing cleaning the pool. "You did remember your swimsuit?"
"Yes, ma'am."
They floated around for a while, swam laps, but finally faced the elephant in the room. They were in waist deep water. "Chuck, about last time."
"Geez, Miss Harkness, they were about the most beautiful things I've ever seen."
"First of all, Chuck. They're not things. They're breasts or if you'd prefer to call them titties, I'm okay with that."
"Well, they're the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen."
"For an old lady you mean?"
"No, Miss Harkness. They're beautiful period."
"Chuck, are you saying you'd like to see them again?"
"Oh, yeah, and touch them."
They were in waist-deep water. Miss Harkness undid the clasp, and opened her top. Chuck moaned. "They're all yours, Chuck."
"Oh, Miss Harkness, they're more beautiful than I remembered."
"I suppose you'd like to kiss them again."
"Can I, please?"
"Of course, but Chuck, you know what excited me?"
"Ummmm, Miss Harkness, I think you liked my cock."
"Yes, your penis, but if you want to call it a cock, that's okay." From then on, she always called it a cock; or specifically his big cock.
"Okay, I'll take off my swimsuit, and then I can kiss your titties?"
Miss Harkness laughed, "yes, you can." She still preferred the word breasts, but could live with titties.
They were still in waist-deep water, when Chuck took off his swimsuit and threw it on the pool deck near Miss Harkness' top.
His hands were all over those magnificent titties as soon as he turn back toward Miss Harkness. "They're the most perfect tits I've ever seen or felt."
She laughed to herself, and wondered how many he'd actually seen or felt. Then her hand slipped below the water. "Hmmm, Chuck you're hard already. You really do like them."
"Oh, I do. They feel so good, and I love those big nipples."
"I like the way you touch them. Chuck, you're having a good look at mine. Why don't we move to shallower water, so I can get a good look at you?"
He didn't resist as she gently dragged him by his cock to water just above his knees. "Chuck, it's much bigger than I thought the last time you were here. I don't think I've ever seen one this big." He didn't have to know that Ed was her only one. Of course, throughout her nursing career, the penises she saw were never erect.
His cock seemed to stiffen even more. Miss Harkness slowly stroked it; examining it as she did last time with her hands, but this time with her eyes, too.
At the same time, Chuck's hands and mouth was doing her titties.
They stayed in knee-deep water for about ten minutes, just using their hands and eyes. Of course, Chuck was using his mouth on her nipples. "Chuck, I have an idea, why don't we get out and dry off?"
He agreed and after they were dried off; Chuck still naked and hard, and Miss Harkness topless with her erect nipples. "Why don't you lay down on this chaise? I'm sure you'll like what I have in mind."
Once he was on his back, she leaned over above his head and put those amazing tits in his face. It was one of his favorites fantasies; something he'd jerked off numerous times while perusing his TITS magazine. Before last week, it was always girls his own age, not some old lady like Miss Harkness.
And not Cindy Martin, who had very small titties, but was always willing to spread her legs for him. Someone like MaryBeth Talbot, who he'd just seen at the beach two weeks ago. Hers were almost as big as Miss Harkness' and she was in his homeroom. He'd thought about asking her out, but then Cindy would call almost begging him to fuck her.
"Chuck, why don't you hold your cock straight up, so I can get a good look at it," she said with her tits still in his face.
At the moment, he would have done just about anything she asked. He didn't think his cock had ever been so hard. Not when he was fucking Cindy; and certainly not when he was jerking off.
"Oh, my Chuck, it's even more magnificent than I thought. And beautiful." It got harder.
"Chuck, after you left last week, did you go home and masturbate thinking of these?"
He blushed, and mumbled with a big nipple in his mouth. "Would you show me how you do it?" She swung those magnificent tits back and forth across his face.
He'd never jerked off in front of anyone, although his mother caught him in the shower more than once.
His hand was at the base of his cock holding it straight up as Miss Harkness asked. Now, he slid his hand slowly up his shaft.
"That's a good boy. Is it my breasts that make you so big?"
He nodded, trying to catch a nipple with his tongue.
"You know, you are big. The biggest one I've ever seen. Standing up like that, it looks like the Washington Monument." He got harder, and his hand was going up and down, but gently. He didn't want this to end. "Chuck, I saw my first cock more than forty-five years ago," she lied, "but I've never seen one as majestic."
He stroked it faster. "Just like that, Chuck. I like watching your huge cock. How does a petite girl like Cindy Martin take it in her vagina?"
He stopped for a moment. How did Miss Harkness know?
The nurse answered for him. "Chuck, a lot of the girls come to me with questions. Cindy wanted to make sure she wouldn't get pregnant. Keep masturbating for me."
For a few more minutes, they stayed like this. Chuck jerking off, but not cumming, and Miss Harkness rubbing her breasts in his face. "Why don't we put our suits back on, take a quick swim; it's so hot, and then you should get home?"
They cooled off in the pool, and after drying off, Chuck was ready to leave. "You should plan on coming over in a few days. I'm sure there's something I can have you do for me," she smiled. "One more thing, Chuck, are you going to masturbate when you get home, thinking of my breasts?"
He blushed, but he was certain he was going to, even if his mother was home. I mean, he did need to wash the chlorine off, didn't he?
What he didn't know, and Miss Harkness wasn't going to tell him; so was she. After showering, she went to bed with the KY Jelly on her nightstand. She had a grand time, first thinking of Chuck's big cock fucking her, but after her first two orgasms her thoughts turned to what it might be like to have his tongue in her vagina. It was almost midnight before she used words she never used before. Words that inadvertently came out of her mouth as she made herself orgasm again, "keep eating me Chuck. Eat my pussy."
She might have dozed off a few times, but that's how she spent most of the night. Numerous times moaning, "don't stop. Keep eating my pussy, Chuck."
In the shower, Chuck didn't hesitate to jerk off. His cock had yet to go down since he'd left Miss Harkness'. Just before he got home, his mother texted him that she'd be late; perhaps midnight.
If it wasn't for the KY-Jelly he would have rubbed his cock raw. He tired out his right hand, and although he'd never used his left, tonight he did. By morning, only a few drops of cum came out when he was done. He never heard his mother leave for work. He slept until noon.
Miss Harkness spent the day weeding her garden, and doing other mundane chores around her house. All day she thought about how she'd get Chuck to eat her, what she now resigned herself to calling her pussy.
She suspected, but didn't know for sure if Chuck had ever eaten one, or even seen one like hers.
Let me explain: one day a month during the school year and summers, Miss Harkness worked at the local hospital to keep up with her field. She assisted and observed doctors who were treating patients, particularly young people for STDs, Pap smears and pelvic exams, even teenage births.
One thing that she'd noticed over the past decade was that girls no longer had pubic hair. In one seminar, a nurse about her own age asked if perhaps girls were reaching puberty later.
"No," the lecturer explained, "they either shave real close; some daily, or they get their pubic area waxed." There were murmurs among the nurse, especially those who were near retirement.
Miss Harkness was shocked. She knew some women had their legs waxed, but she couldn't imagine. No, only her gynecologist, a woman, and Ed had seen her vagina. She didn't even know what such a person was called who did that kind of work. She was certain it wasn't a hairdresser, and as she thought about it, were they all women?
That brings us back to Chuck. Miss Harkness knew about Cindy Martin and knew that Chuck had been with other girls; all of whom she suspected were like the girls she'd seen in the hospital or heard about in that seminar. Likely, they shaved regularly or had their pubic hair waxed.
Miss Harkness had never done any such thing. As she showered that morning, she shaved her armpits, legs and bikini line. She ran a hand up and down her legs to make sure she hadn't missed anything. She was pleased; her legs were still taut. ‘It must be all the bike riding I do,' she thought. Three days a week, she rode between ten and fifteen miles. Apparently, it helped.
Having seen women in the hospital in her own age group, none of whom did anything down there, she was certain that her pubic hair, which even the very strait-laced Miss Harkness called her bush, was huge.
She hoped it wouldn't scare Chuck away. She sat on a towel in front of her full length mirror, and shaved. She'd just finished shaving in the shower, but now she was determined to make that bush as inviting as possible.
Razor and scissors gave her a perfect triangle when she closed her legs. She found a few gray hairs, which she plucked. She knew she was an old lady; Chuck knew she was an old lady; she didn't want it right in his face, which she was expecting; no hoping.
Her outer labia were covered with hair, but she made sure that on either side she was as smooth as possible. Finally, she shaved all the way down to her anus.
It was all a chore, but she wanted to make her pussy as welcoming for Chuck's tongue as possible. For the next few days, she shaved and checked in front of the mirror, every day.
TO BE CONTINUED
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