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RP or REV? Thanks to Mike Ink's excellent work, this post of
the Good Wife University (GWU) story contains far fewer annoying
errors than the first post in early 1999. Since the story is
the same, I chose to call this a repost even though Mike found
and corrected lots of errors.
The original posting of GWU was interrupted when Eli's a.s.s.m.
went down. The final chapters were posted only to a.s.s. This
is the first post of the complete Good Wife University (GWU)
story to a.s.s.m., a prelude to the first part of the GWU Alumni
stories. In addition, a 'Prologue & Table of Contents' with a
list of all the GWU characters will be added to this post.
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Good Wife University (GWU)
bi bobbi jo
Chapter Eight
Tests End and Class Begins
It was only the third day in the old convent school but it seemed
like they had been there forever - except... something was
different. Darlene craned her head to look at the clock on the
bedside table. The light emitting diodes told her that it was
6:10. Where was Miz Tina? Why weren't they lining up in the
hallway at 5:30?
"Good morning, student," Tina smiled at Darlene, moving to the
side of her bed. "No more lining up in the hall unless you
screw up and you won't do that will you?"
"No, Miz Tina," Darlene replied, afraid of losing her telephone
privileges that allowed her to talk to her children and her
husband every evening. She knew she'd have to screw up badly
for that to happen, but the possibility scared her more than
anything else did. Her family was her life. That's why she
agreed to spend twelve weeks in this.. good wife school, college,
university, whatever.
"New position," Tina chuckled. "Put one finger in your vagina
and make sure there's a finger in there all day. You can go to
the bathroom and get a shower. Any questions? You can also
talk whenever you want to as long as there's no profanity or
disrespect."
"I can touch myself? Wash myself?"
"Strange question from a woman who's going to spend the day with
her finger in her twat," Tina laughed. "Yes, you may touch
yourself. Actually, that's required. Just make sure you pee in
squirts to get your morning exercise. When you're ready, go get
some breakfast. Class starts right here at eight. Now go on."
"Yes, Miz Tina," Darlene answered, blushing as she tried to push
her dry index finger into her equally dry vagina.
"It helps if you wet it," Tina said, sucking on her own finger
to provide an example.
Darlene blushed even more but she preferred wetting her finger
in her mouth rather than caressing herself to get the natural
lubricant flowing in her cunt. She found that inserting a finger
next to a full bladder was a strange and uncomfortable sensation.
As she left for the bathroom, Darlene heard Tina begin to repeat
the same instructions to Kaitlyn.
In the room next door, Lucy was going through the same process
with the unmarried freshmen. Once in the shower, Darlene asked
Maria to wash her back and then reciprocated. They shared easy
conversation as they washed themselves, being sure to remove all
the soap just in case Tina had them bend over so she could sniff.
Darlene and Maria were already brushing their teeth before the
next woman came in to shower and they were the first in the
dining room where Lynda, dressed in a short waitress uniform,
took their breakfast order.
Two of the juniors, Gloria and Nicole, joined Maria and Darlene,
teasing them about the previous day's massage and informing them
that soon it would be them giving the massages, especially to
privileged seniors. Before long, the dining room filled with
chattering women. Instead of hovering over them like a Snoopy
Vulture, Tina sat at one of the tables with the students and
engaged in a lively conversation filled with laughter.
"Ten minutes 'til eight," one of the sophomores called out to
remind everyone that the day was about to start. In pairs,
they wandered back to their designated classrooms blushing the
whole way as they walked with glasses or mugs in one hand, the
other hand occupied between their legs. The freshmen were to
assemble in the married women's room on the sectional sofas.
"I'm glad to see you all endured hell week without too many of
you in chains," Clarice greeted them, taking a dig at Kim. "In
the past, we've sometimes had the whole freshman class beginning
in shackles when a natural leader happens to also be the class
rebel. When our current seniors started, six had their ankles
shackled and wore ball gags for their first day of class, which
makes things pretty tough on everybody. When that happens, Tina
has a lot more work, too, since hell week is extended until they
toe the line. So I want to thank all of you for being you. Now
let's get started. Who can tell me what the biggest problems
are for married couples?"
Kaitlyn slowly and shyly raised her hand.
"Kaitlyn?"
"Sex?" Kaitlyn ventured.
"One of the top two. Care to guess the other?"
"Communication," Laura said.
"Precisely, and often it's communication about sex or, more
precisely, poor communication. So, guess what?" Clarice asked
rhetorically. "We're going to spend a lot of time on sex,
communications, and communicating about sex and, as the old
cliche tells us, practice makes perfect. So guess what? In
case you haven't guessed, you're going to practice on each
other."
"Some of you are worried about same-sex sex, aren't you? Well,
don't worry. We've been doing this for forty years and we
haven't turned all our graduates into lesbians. As a matter
of fact, most of those who thought that they were lesbian found
out that they're actually bisexual and that they loved or at
least could enjoy sex with men even though they continued to
prefer or even need sexual contact with women. And you know
what? With good communication, most men don't mind."
"Look at this chart," Clarice told them, pointing to a poster
set on a tripod stand. "It's my theory, supported by lots of
other experts, that we're all sexual but that we have different
feelings and needs for sexual contact with our own sex and with
the opposite sex. Very few women are strictly heterosexual or
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totally totally
homosexual heterosexual
homosexual. We fall somewhere on a curve like this with most
of us leaning strongly toward men. That's a natural thing to
ensure preservation of the species homo sapiens. Men tend to be
more exclusively hetero or homosexual. But be honest with
yourselves and you'll probably recognize that you've had sexual
fantasies involving a woman and you've probably felt something
sexual for a woman sometime in your life. The older you are, the
more likely.
"But look around. We don't have any men here so we practice sex
with women because women are available. There are other
advantages, too. For one, a woman can't get a woman pregnant. I
hope that when you have children, you'll remind your daughters of
that as well as the fact that you can't get pregnant by just
touching or kissing. It takes penis in vagina to make a baby.
Let me see, Laura, you're the mother here, right?"
"My boys are grown," Laura replied. "I think you mean Darlene."
"Teenagers?" Clarice asked Darlene.
"My daughter's twelve, thirteen in two months."
"When did she start menses?"
"Her first period? That was over a year ago."
"And every thirteen year old boy knows the expression 'old
enough to bleed, old enough to breed' and will be after her
nubile body. So, what have you taught your daughter about sex?"
Darlene coughed, then shyly replied honestly. "Not much. Just
that she, that her body's getting ready to have children when she
got her first period and stuff like that."
"Have you shown her where her clitoris is? And what it's good
for?" Clarice asked.
"No."
"Let's shift gears. I've embarrassed you enough. Laura, did
you teach your sons about the clitoris?"
"No."
"Ah, Wendy, did your mother teach you about the clitoris?"
"No."
As the discussion continued, Clarice unsnapped the crotch of the
teddy that she wore and soon had all the women circling their
clitorises with a lubricated fingertip. "If you don't know what
excites you, you can't expect a man to discover it, especially if
you resist his touch. So we're going to do a lot of playing
around. The technical name is masturbation. Our ancestors, the
Puritans, considered such activity self abuse.
"Most of our attitudes about sex came from them and those
attitudes survive to this day. The United States is one of the
few Western countries where the female breast and nipple are
considered 'dirty'. Have you read all the controversy about
breast-feeding in public? You would never have such a problem in
England or Germany or Africa or India or the Scandinavian
countries. One of my objectives is to dispel all the old myths
that sex is dirty... unless you like being naughty, that is. I
want you all to realize that it's natural. God isn't stupid. He
didn't give you a clitoris for it to be ignored. He didn't give
you the ability to experience sexual pleasure so that you would
suppress it.
"The Puritans believed that suffering was good and that we were
placed on earth only to suffer. They taught that all pleasure
was bad and had to be suppressed. The Puritans even resisted the
celebration of Christmas for two centuries. Now let's talk about
Catholics and the Pope. The pill is a no-no. Sex is only for
procreation. Do you really believe that sex is only for
procreation?
"And the Moslems! Many still practice female circumcision,
cutting out the clitoris so a woman won't be tempted to stray.
Does anyone here think that that's proper and right? I don't
and I don't think you will either. I'm not anti-religion. I go
to church myself and I consider myself a Christian, but some of
our organized religions have really screwed up us women and it's
been going on for centuries. How many of you had to read 'The
Scarlet Letter'?"
Before long, Clarice spoke less and drew out the attitudes of
the other women as she continued to lead the discussion of
sexual attitudes. After the discussion was going for over an
hour, she called for a potty break and reassembled the group in
the dining room to finish her morning session with fruit juice
and fresh fruit.
"So your homework assignment is this," Clarice told them in
conclusion. "I want each of you to play with your clit's for
at least half an hour this evening. Even if it's embarrassing,
do it in front of the other women in the room. Get over it,
ladies. It's not dirty and it feels good. You don't have to
have an orgasm but I want you to talk about how you feel about it
with each other and then write a two-page report for me on your
feelings. And if you don't have your written reports to turn in
tomorrow, you'll be sorry. Now off to the gym with a finger on
your love buttons rather than inside your puss'. Go on." Then
she shooed them all out.
"I never thought about sex that way," Laura said as they all
walked down the hall. "But it all makes sense."
"I wish somebody had taught me stuff like that," Kaitlyn sighed.
"I wouldn't be knocked up and married to Bruce."
"I thought you loved Bruce," Debbie commented.
"Yeah, but he's not very good at sex."
"He hasn't had much practice. Neither have you. Neither have
I for that matter," Laura laughed.
"I have a feeling we're going to get a lot of practice over the
next twelve weeks."
"Looks that way," they all agreed as they walked into the gym to
see the eight seniors walking to the showers bathed in sweat.
Chris was there to pass out purple shorts and tops.
"OK, guys. This is the classroom and aerobic half of your
exercise. For most of the time you're here, you'll exercise
twice a day with aerobics in the morning and strength training in
the afternoon. Sometimes we'll combine them, especially later
when we get into the reality of staying fit once you get back
home to a real life where you have to fit your exercise into a
hectic schedule. But for now, I want to start with the basics.
So, Jennifer, when do your muscles grow?"
"When you exercise," she answered, sure she was right.
"Wrong," Chris snapped. "Muscles grow only when you rest.
Exercise stresses them and forces your body to adapt to the
stress you place on it. Have a seat and let's talk about this.
Now, what's the most..."
The fifteen minute lecture and discussion were pretty basic,
just a review for Debbie who made fitness a part of her life
since she was ten. Some of what was taught surprised Laura and
Maria, though. And it was a good review and emphasis for the
rest of the group, especially the discussion of target heart
rates.
Then they divided into groups by fitness level. Laura, Darlene,
and Kaitlyn, because of her pregnancy, were in one group that
started out slowly on treadmills. Debbie and Jennifer worked out
on StairMasters at the expert level. And Chris led the other
three through a killer step workout, teaching them new variations
on the basic step routine that they had done the previous day.
Chris had Laura stop first, then Darlene. Kaitlyn had to keep
walking for the whole 45 minutes allotted to aerobic exercise but
at a slow pace. For Debbie, it was just a good workout, one that
she'd have done at the health club back home without being
forced. Jennifer was still in good shape from high school track
and had earned a scholarship for track at college but wasn't used
to the StairMaster and found her thighs tightening up as the
machine finished its cycle.
They spent a few minutes in the steam room, then hit the showers.
Lunch was great but they found that the vigorous exercise
decreased their appetites. "We planned it that way," Chris told
Laura as they finished their milk.
Sophomore Michelle reminded everyone at ten before one that the
afternoon instruction would be starting promptly on the hour.
"Freshmen will report to room 208 upstairs. Don't be late."
Lucy met them at the door and told them to take a seat in front
of curtains that bisected the room, hiding something on the
other side. There were no desks. When all eight freshmen were
seated, Lucy told them, "We have a little more testing to do.
Some tests are harder to set up than others. So now, ladies, I'd
like to introduce you to fellatio testing." With that, she
opened the curtain to display two familiar men attached to
X-shaped wooden frames by wide leather straps. Both were
blindfolded.
Although only in their third day, the freshmen weren't even
shocked by the sight. They let out giggles instead of gasps as
Lucy introduced Bruce, Chris' husband, and Red, Clarice's
husband. "Can anybody guess what's going to happen now?" Chris
teased. A chorus of giggles was her reply.
"These guys like this," Lucy giggled, playfully slapping Bruce's
hard-on so it swung from side to side. "And you're supposed to
be limp so the gals can get you up."
"But bondage turns me on," Bruce told her, facing toward where
he had heard her voice which was no longer where she was.
"Well we'll just have to get you off. So -- sudden switch in
classes -- we're now in handjob one-oh-one. Who are our virgins
here? Ah, you, come on up," Chris ordered, pointing to Maria.
The crimson blush was obvious even through her dark complexion
as Maria uncertainly approached Bruce and Chris. "So how
many penises have you ever touched?" Chris asked the girl.
"My brother's when I gave him a bath when he was a baby. My
mom made me wash under his foreskin."
"I'm sorry to say that both these guys are circumcised," Chris
apologized. "Come on up here, everybody. This is fun for all of
us, especially Bruce, right stud? So, young woman, what do you
do now? Go on. Let's see what you'd do if this was your boy
friend and you wanted to give him release."
And it was fun. Chris teased all of them, especially Maria and
Wendy. Once Maria started stroking Bruce's erection, the sounds
and eroticism of the situation got Red up even though he was over
sixty, and Wendy was assigned the job of getting him off with her
hands coated in cooking oil.
The women talked about terminology and penile topography. They
showed the younger, less experienced women the ridge on the
bottom of the penis and described how sensitive it could be, a
fact confirmed by the men. They experimented with various
positions. Maria and Wendy, who were both right-handed, found
that standing to the men's right allowed them easier use of
their dominant right hands.
"I bet that's why men prefer the driver's seat for making
out," Darlene joked, imagining her younger days in old cars.
"It also puts your palm and fingers on the bottom where the penis
is most sensitive, most sensitive except for the head, that is,"
Chris explained. "A thumb on the bottom isn't nearly as nice.
Now to get him off you have to go harder and faster. Good. Very
good."
Chris coached the girls to stand in front of the men so that
their chests were hosed by them when they came. The next chore
was cleaning the girls' chests with tongues. "You can't do this
with a man you just met," Chris cautioned. "These guys have had
physicals and you've just had physicals to be sure none of you
have any diseases. Once you meet a man, it's a year of monogamy
and two negative tests for sexually transmitted diseases before
you can taste his sperm but these guys are safe. I guarantee it.
And you old ladies, have a taste. Let me know how it compares to
your husbands' cum."
After wiping the oil away with a towel, Wendy and Maria took the
now flaccid cocks into their mouths. The men critiqued their
performance. "A little more pressure. Use your tongue. It's...
Yeah that's it. Had to ask for tongue. It was just lying there.
Ah! No teeth."
"Isn't it neat feeling a guy get hard in your mouth?" Chris asked
Maria.
"Yes, Miz Lucy."
"Well, that's it. Back off and let him calm down so everybody
can get her turn. How are you doing, Wendy? How's she doing,
Red?"
"Like she's afraid I'll break or pop or something. A little...
No, cancel that. A lot firmer. That's better."
"Well, you've got him up. Now let him down. Kiss the end. It
looks like Bruce is ready. Who's next? No volunteers? Kim."
"Oh, yeah, she's done this before. Yeees!"
"So you'd say 'good technique'?"
"_VERY_ good," Bruce agreed.
"OK. Off. We have to save some for Tina. She's been horny
all week and she'll need to get off tonight. Debbie, do Red."
After all eight women had sucked a penis to erection and had
their performance critiqued, Chris gave Maria and Wendy a
short class on scrotum licking and some of the finer points of
cock sucking. Then they left the men with rigid erections as
the women filed out and Clarice and Tina approached wearing
big smiles and heels.
"Have fun, you guys," everyone called after them.
"We will."
...and they did.
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