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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 Nine
Self Pleasurbation 101
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Kaitlyn giggled, hissing
through gritted teeth as she dipped her fingers in more 'pussy
cream' from a jar Laura carried back from the massage rooms.
"I don't really need it after my massage," Laura told her
roommates as she speeded up the strumming of her clit. "I
can't remember ever getting off more than once in a day."
"I'm used to using a vibrator when I really want to get
off quick," Darlene told the group. "Ever use one, Katy?"
"No... oh, shit."
"No profanity, young lady."
"It's OK during sex," Katy panted. "Clarice, shit, said, damn,
that... oh, fuck.OOh, oh OOOOO!"
"Me toooo," Laura squealed, her own orgasm set off by the
pregnant teenager's words and thrusting pelvis and the whole
scene being played out on the facing sofas.
"I want to make it last," Darlene sighed, slowly stroking her
pussy with her right hand. "Since they found out that they can
make me cum quick and then keep on cumming, they just get me off
quick and then keep me popping again and again. It's exhausting
and I'm actually not enjoying the sex part of the massage any
more. Multiple orgasms are great in theory and yesterday was
pretty neat, but tonight, geesh. I don't think I want to cum
again tonight but if I do, it's going to be one big one."
"I wish I could do this all night," Katy sighed, frigging her
pussy again as she wallowed around on the soft leather-
upholstered sectional sofa.
"We'd better stop having fun and write our papers," Laura said,
having recovered from her orgasm. "We don't want to get in too
much trouble." She sat down at a desk and picked up a pen.
You wanted to know how I feel and in one word, I feel
WONDERFUL. I don't really remember my last orgasm because
it was so long ago that I had my last one. I thought that
it was just because I was getting older. Thanks, Clarice.
Thanks for being older than I am and setting an example.
So how did it feel to masturbate in front of everyone else?
I was embarrassed but hot at the same time. I think I may
be starting an early menopause.
I had to think of my husband. William's a dear. He
supported the kids and me, and put up with my moods and,
well, just me. He put up with my excuses about headaches
and every other excuse for not having sex. I guess he just
gave up. And so did I. Until I got here.
I guess I need to say something about being naked because I
need to fill two pages and I haven't even finished one. I
know I'm fat and out of shape. Being naked in front of
everybody was humiliating and it still is but everybody is
so excepting (or is it accepting?) of me just as I am.
Bernadette was so sweet when she masturbated me. She said
that I made her hot and bothered although she wasn't lesbian
and her saying that helped me along. And her--I guess you'd
say technique--was perfect for me, bringing me up a little
at a time until I couldn't help myself. I didn't want to
have an orgasm even though I was getting very excited. I
fought it because it was...
Once she got started writing, Laura didn't want to stop. She
put down every detail of her experiences with Bern and then
Nicole, ending with almost three pages about exciting herself.
When she put her pen down, then turned out the light in her
corner of the room and went to sleep, she felt satisfied and
'just plain wonderful.'
Things started much slower in the room with the single women.
There were far more inhibitions residing there. Debbie finally
just took charge. "OK, now we are all going to play with our
love buttons together," she snapped at Jennifer, Maria, and
Wendy. "No buts. No more excuses. No more delays. Just
plop down and spread your thighs and get to work."
"I just can't," Maria wept.
"You can and you will," Debbie snarled. Then, more lightly, she
added, "Hey, guys. This doesn't hurt."
"But it's so.. demeaning," Maria objected.
"Bull shit! Why in the world can't you just do it? Just get
some baby oil and rub it in. Hey, you want me to do it for
you?"
"No! It was bad enough having those other women touching me
like that down there."
"Didn't you enjoy it?" Debbie asked seriously.
"No! Well, yes, but."
"She's afraid she's becoming a lesbian, I bet," Wendy ventured.
"I am _NOT_!"
"I didn't say you were becoming a lesbian," Wendy told her
angrily. "I said that that's what you're afraid of. Right?"
"I am _NOT_ afraid," Maria insisted in a pout. "It's just
wrong."
"Well, I'm going to do it," Debbie told the others, pouring
baby oil in her hand and starting to stroke between her labia.
"I don't want a spanking or whatever other punishment they can
dish out so I'm going to do my half hour starting now."
"Me, too, I guess," Wendy decided aloud, imitating Debbie but
with less enthusiasm.
Jennifer, the quietest in the group, didn't say anything, but
she also squeezed baby oil on her right hand. She closed her
eyes as she started touching herself, trying to be careful to
avoid her clit so she wouldn't become excited and embarrass
herself even more in front of the others. She found it hard to
keep from becoming aroused. And then, after fifteen minutes, it
was impossible. She tried to stifle her panting and groans,
and closed her eyes as if that would prevent the others from
seeing that she was there. And there. And.. she couldn't cum.
Her body just wouldn't release, wouldn't let her go over the top.
When she opened her eyes, everyone else was gone to their own
little area, Debbie and Wendy to their desks and Maria to her
bed. Feeling frustrated with herself and her inhibitions,
she sat down to write her essay.
--==*==--
"Well, did anybody have any trouble with your assignment?"
Clarice asked.
"I did," Jennifer blurted out, then immediately blushed and
curled into a fetal position, trying to hide herself.
"Who else?"
Debbie and Wendy stared at Maria but said nothing. Darlene
offered, "I was just so exhausted that I didn't have an orgasm.
I didn't really want or need another one, though. It just kind
of felt good."
"But you did write two pages and then some. Good. All right,
let's pick on Jennifer and Darlene for now. Just remember that
the rest of you will get your turn. So, Jennifer, tell us about
your masturbatory experience."
"It was embarrassing."
"Did it feel good to touch yourself?"
"A little."
"OK, gals," Clarice laughed. "Loosen up. Everybody oil up your
fingers and let's practice a little self pleasure starting right
now." To set the example, Clarice picked up a bottle of baby oil
and lubed herself, gently stroking between her labia.
"I'm going to use the pussy cream," Kaitlyn giggled, producing
the jar and scooping some out. Then she passed it to Darlene.
"Woooa!" Clarice exclaimed. "You're not using that, are you?"
"Yes," Darlene answered.
"Where did you get it?" Clarice demanded sternly.
"I brought it back from, well, you know, from my massage,"
Laura replied. "It says 'pussy cream' and it does feel good."
"But, it's.." Clarice smiled and sighed. "Darlene, don't use
that stuff unless you want to grow hair on your chest and face.
Just use baby oil or K-Y to practice your self-pleasuring. I'll
be right back."
The older woman walked briskly from the room leaving everyone
puzzled and Kaitlyn afraid that she had committed some terrible
sin. Clarice was back in a minute with a clipboard, noting that
Maria wasn't participating in the self-pleasure exercise as
instructed.
"OK, ladies. I guess I have to let you in on one of our secrets
a lot earlier than usual. We don't usually tell you about this
until you're juniors but I'd better clue you in now. Who can
tell me what our sex hormones are?"
"Estrogen," Kim replied. "And proges.. progesterin?"
"Progesterone," Clarice replied. "Any others?" When no one else
ventured a guess, Clarice went on, "There are two other important
ones; oxytocin and testosterone."
"Testosterone is male hormone," Kim said firmly.
"Yes, but women need some, too. In fact, a shortage of
testosterone in women is one reason for a lack of sexual desire.
So, who can guess what a normal lab' reading for testosterone in
a woman might be? Nobody? Well, I'm no expert on medical things
but I can read numbers and these lab slips tell me the normal
range is .30 to .50. That's the middle of the bell curve, so to
speak. There's no worry if you're between about .25 and .60.
Does anybody want to know what your reading were?"
Nobody spoke, so Clarice went on, "I said I was going to pick on
you two first, so I will. Jennifer, what do you suppose your
reading was? High, low, or middle?"
"I don't know," she shrugged.
"Guess."
"I really don't know. Middle, I guess."
"You're right, but it's the high side of middle at .49. Most
women with that level are considered highly sexed. All your
other hormones are within the norms, too. I'm a little
surprised that it wasn't easy for you to have an orgasm."
"It was," she said shyly. "I just, well, nobody else was even
doing it right and I tried to not touch myself there so I
wouldn't get, you know... I didn't want to cum if nobody else
was going to."
"Lecture time," Clarice laughed. "What I would have done is
flaunt it. I'd have spread myself, gone after my big O, and let
everybody else suffer on their own. Jennifer, you are you and
nobody else is you. Their numbers are different on these slips
and their reactions, horniness index, desires, whatever, will
always be different. So, do what you want to do, and just have
fun, OK?"
Jennifer just shrugged. And blushed.
"Did you cum?" Clarice whispered with a smile.
"Yeah," Jennifer whispered back, giggling and blushing even more
deeply.
"Good," Clarice whispered. Then she turned to Darlene. "What
do you suppose the numbers told me about you?"
"That I'm a horn dog," Darlene laughed. "I've always been highly
sexed and it drove my poor husband nuts."
"Bingo!" Clarice chuckled. "So? What number?"
"High, like Jennifer."
"It's high, all right," Clarice told her. "But a lot higher than
Jennifer. The 99th percentile for women, and almost to the low
end of normal for a man. A reading that high usually means that
you have some problems with facial hair and such too. True?"
"Yes, I have to pluck and bleach a lot."
"But all your hormone levels are high. Estrogen in the ninety-
eighth percentile, oxytocin in the 95th, and progesterone in the
88th percentile. That means many things. Your strength will go
up quickly when you exercise but you'll probably never be able to
lose the last layer of fat to give you a six-pack tummy. You'll
always have feminine curves and you'll probably always be highly
sexed. We're going to help you work out how to cope with that
without driving your husband nuts."
"And ending up with twelve kids," Darlene laughed. "So this
stuff has testosterone in it?" she asked, holding up the jar of
cream.
"Two percent plus one percent estrogen and natural progesterone.
It's a prescription formula that's specially prepared for us.
We also have a one-percent and neutral formulations of
testosterone plus special estrogen and progesterone preparations.
Now who do you suppose needed some of this stuff?" Clarice then
asked.
"Me?" Laura offered.
"Bingo again," Clarice laughed. "Your lack of desire and the
difficulty you've had getting aroused is largely due to hormonal
imbalance. Your testosterone level was only point one seven,
which is severely deficient. Your estrogen level is a little
below the median but still normal, but your progesterone level is
very low. I can't tell you how long you've been that low, but
I'd be willing to bet that when it dropped, your desire dropped
too."
"And that'd be about twenty years ago, the same time I started
putting on weight."
"So the two-percent cream is for you. We were going to use it
for a couple of weeks and then take another blood test to see
if your blood levels were closer to the normal range. If they
weren't, we were going to send you to a doctor for prescription
pills or suppositories. I don't think you'll have any problem
based on Bern's report. You absorbed enough to orgasm. That's
one advantage of putting the stuff right on your genitals."
"So let's see where the rest of you ranked. Maria, a bit on
the low side and your progesterone and oxytocin are a little out
of range, too, but your estrogen level is high. Kaitlyn, just a
bit higher than average but in the normal range. Debbie, a bit
low so you're getting one- percent cream with some estrogen, too.
So here's the deal. The yellow label is for Laura only unless
you want to make yourself extra horny, in which case I guess
Maria or Debbie could try it too. We sometimes experiment a bit
but too much testosterone can cause male sexual attributes to
become prominent. There isn't enough in the cream to give you a
beard unless your testosterone is already overly high like
Darlene's. Now, the light green is labeled cream is..."
Clarice spent the next fifteen minutes explaining their program.
Based on GWU's experience, most women near the normal range got
their hormones pretty much in balance with good diet and
exercise. In extreme cases like Laura, they started medicating
immediately and recommended a good doctor for follow-up care.
"So now we're way behind," Clarice sighed. "Let's take a potty
break and get together next door in, say, fifteen minutes?"
Once they were back together with their refreshments, Clarice
got on with the class that she had planned -- sexual aids,
especially vibrators. "If you have trouble getting off, these
are great. The big problem is that the stimulation is so
powerful that you can get fixated on them and can't get off any
other way. So use them once in a while when you're in a hurry or
just want to pop off quick to relieve tension, OK?"
"And now we have to take care of a little discipline problem,"
Clarice grinned wickedly. "Maria, did you diddle your clit last
night in front of everybody?"
"Stay away from me!" Maria shrieked.
"No way. We're trying to teach you to be sensitive to your
sexual needs. And my part is your physical sexuality. Since
you wouldn't.. Stop right there!"
Maria bolted for the door, only to be captured by Tina. The
Latino girl fought hard but was overcome when Tina, Clarice,
and her roommates all ganged up on her. She soon wore a wide
leather belt locked around her waist with a Joni's Butterfly
vibrator held against her mound by a strap between her legs.
Cuffs secured her wrists to the side of the belt.
Everyone's mission was now keeping Maria horny but not letting
her reach orgasm until she begged to masturbate publicly. The
rest of the freshmen delighted in teasing her. They even snuck
in a few swipes of the testosterone cream. Actually, quite a
few. Lots of the cream was massaged well into the poor girl's
genitals.
That night, they compared notes and examined each other closely,
remembering Clarice's description of the effects of a high
testosterone level. Darlene was the center of attention and
everyone saw that her clitoris really was enlarged compared to
the other clit's in the room. It was the size of a fingertip
rather than a tiny pencil eraser.
Even keeping her horny all day didn't induce Maria to public
masturbation.. but tickle torture did. Wendy discovered that
the Latino girl was terribly ticklish. After dinner, the other
seven freshmen surrounded Maria and gave her a choice --
self-pleasure or tickle torture. Under that threat, Maria felt
that she had no choice.
All the freshmen had a good time before they went to bed,
especially since they had no written homework. Homework
consisted of using dildos to increase the flexibility of their
vaginas and vibrators to increase the sensitivity of their
clitorises. Everyone completed their assignments... even Maria.
--==*==--
Thursday was fun for everyone. The dress code consisted of
strap-on vibrators, the kind that fit over the mons to provide
constant stimulation -- Joni's Butterfly, 'the button', and
similar devices. The staff provided a constant supply of fresh
batteries.
Clarice delivered her lectures and led discussions on sex toys.
She introduced ben-wa balls and some exotic Japanese vibrators.
The freshmen spent their evening experimenting with self-pleasure
and sex toys, then, again, writing about their feelings. It was
getting easier. Maria wrote a long essay, admitting to herself
that being forced to pleasure herself was, by itself, a special
'kink' that added intensity to her orgasms.
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