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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 Twenty-three
Wild Weekend Saturday
At the motel, Wendy pulled Jennifer into an embrace and French
kissed her friend, hoping to shock the guys.
"You guys are really something," Paul said, watching.
"I get first dibs on the shower," Mort insisted as he unlocked
the door of the second floor room.
"Only if you share," Wendy demanded, feeling wonderfully naughty.
"With you?" Mort questioned, smiling with his eyebrows raised in
surprise.
"Think all five of us will fit?" Jennifer giggled.
They didn't. Only three at a time, two girls and one guy. It
was fun for all of them. The girls insisted that the lights stay
on so they could see 'cocks'. "We aren't all that experienced,"
Jennifer informed them. "That was the first time I've ever had a
cock inside me other than in my mouth."
"I'd never had a snarlin' before," Mort admitted.
"He's never even kissed a girl before," Greg teased.
Jennifer put a stop to that line of teasing. She was sitting on
the bed, still nude, and pulled Mort down beside her to smooch to
their hearts' content.
"Let's get some rest," Wendy suggested, yawning. "Can I borrow a
pair of boxers?"
Paul offered her a pair, then snuggled against her back. Greg
wore briefs. He turned off the lights and lay on his side facing
the girl of his dreams.
--==*==--
Friday night at the lodge was a big party. They bar-b-qued
burgers on the deck, then everyone retired to their rooms.
Redmond drove his wife Clarice crazy with his tongue, then they
lovingly fucked to sleep. A similar scene took place in the
next room, where Laura told Bill she wanted "it up the ass."
His reply was that there would be plenty of time for that later.
Dan was back, disappointed that his fianc, no longer allowed him
vaginal intercourse, then enthused with 'back door action' that
lasted less than a minute after their long separation. Being
young, he recuperated quickly and they enjoyed a 69 before
falling asleep.
Bruce insisted on eating Kaitlyn to multiple orgasms before
reluctantly trying anal sex. "It's OK," he agreed, "But I can
take it or leave it." With the sexual edge cut off, they were
able to talk. They did, getting up after everyone else was
asleep to sip Cokes in the communal kitchen while they made plans
for the future and brought each other up on the events of the
past weeks.
--==*==--
As soon as Kim was alone with Roger, he asked, "Is your asshole
ready for my cock?"
"As ready as I can make it," she smiled hoping and praying for an
embrace, a kiss, some loving touch. She walked up to her husband
and embraced him only to hear him order, "Get your ass naked."
Without further preliminaries, he stripped himself while he
watched his wife disrobe. He grabbed the Vaseline, smeared it
on his erection, stuck a finger up her backside, followed it
with his cock, and hammered away until he spurted inside her.
Then he fell asleep by her side.
Kim lay awake for a long time, feeling lonely and sad. She was
going to get something to drink but heard Katy and Bruce in the
common area. She settled for a drink of water in the private
bathroom. Hours later, she went back to bed.
--==*==--
An impromptu game of 'Truth or Dare' developed during breakfast.
Bill admitted he turned down Laura's invitation to use her
bottom, telling everyone that he wanted to make the occasion
special for her but when he was pressed for details, he took the
dare and had to show everyone he could really 'get it up at his
age.' All the other women acknowledged having their bottoms
reamed and admitted that they found it at least a 'tiddle'
pleasurable.
"What the hell's a tiddle?" Roger wanted to know.
"A tiny liddle," Kaitlyn giggled. "My turn. Kim, truth or
dare?"
"Dare," she answered quickly, afraid to either tell the truth or
lie about her evening with her husband. Her fourth husband, she
reminded herself.
"OK," the youngest member of the group answered gleefully,
"Butter up that green banana and fuck yourself with it while
you eat my pussy."
"Fair's fair," Clarice told Katy, now in 'mother mode'. "One or
the other, either banana or pussy, not both."
"OK," Katy giggled, still tickled. "Bruce hasn't seen me, you
know, get it on with a girl so, well.."
Kim felt relieved. She liked the emancipated minor, loved
watching the kid's enthusiasm and confidence grow over the past
six weeks. Kaitlyn was maturing but still a cute kid, Kim
judged, as she knelt before the barstool and lifted the T-shirt
the girl wore that morning.
"Is she as good as me?" Bruce asked, watching the little
AmerAsian woman service his wife while he held his wife's hand.
"Different," Kaitlyn giggled.
"Better?" Bruce pressed.
"No, different."
"Women instinctively know the female body better than any man,"
Clarice explained to Bruce. "Because we're women. My guess is
that Kim's technique is better but Katy prefers your enthusiasm."
"Yeah," Kaitlyn agreed. "Something like that. But it's more
than that. It's like, well.. Like you learn to ski and that's
super fun, learning. And it's exciting. But then once you've
learned the basics, it gets to be work to get better. You have
to, oh, how do I say this? To keep it fun, you have to do more
or harder or different or whatever. It's like you have to keep
learning so if you're skiing, you do mogul bashing or race or
something."
"Not a bad analogy," Red nodded in understanding.
"Either that or you back off and only do it once in a while,"
Bill noted, trying to ignore the lesbian sexual activity taking
place so close to him at the breakfast bar. "If you only take a
couple of skiing trips a year, every one is exciting and
special."
"And the longer you're away from it, the more exciting it is,"
Dan, Debbie's fianc,, observed.
Everyone participated in the discussion except for Kim. Her
mouth and tongue were busy. They found more parallels between
sex and other aspects of their lives. After they had talked for
twenty minutes, Bruce leaned over and asked Katy, "Will you want
this later? Like in the future, after?"
"No," Kaitlyn answered slowly and deliberately. "But, well, like
everybody was saying." She blushed, then blurted out, "I might
want, after a long time, it might, well.. If I haven't had a
girl in a long time, you know, maybe."
"It's kind of sexy," Bruce grinned, looking at his wife, first in
her eyes and then down to her lap. He pulled up on her shirt so
he could see Kim leisurely licking, kissing, and nibbling. "Do
you like that?" he asked as he watched Kim take Kaitlyn's
engorged labia in her teeth and move her jaw sideways.
"If it's real gentle," Kaitlyn said, looking at her husband whose
eyes were now glued to her cunt. "But it's, well, different."
"You said that," Bruce said flatly.
"Well, different can be fun."
"Definitely."
'Truth or Dare' was over. The room got quiet as some of the
other women cleared dishes and a couple of the men went to help
rinse them and load the dishwasher. With only a few exceptions,
Kim's oral stimulation of Kaitlyn at the breakfast bar was
ignored.
"Penny for your thoughts," Bruce said to his wife, looking her in
the eyes after becoming bored watching Kim's tongue slowly stoke
between Katy's legs for so long.
Katy blushed. "Be honest," Clarice called to the youngster.
"I was just thinking how hot it would be if, well." The blush
deepened as she continued, "It'd really be hot if Kim or somebody
could do me, you know, lick me, my clit, while you fucked me."
"Yeah," Bruce smiled. "That _would_ be hot."
"Go for it," Roger encouraged. "My slut wife will do it. I
think she ought to service everybody here." Kim cringed, hearing
her husband talking about her like that.
"Only if she agrees," Clarice told everyone as she wiped up the
sticky drops of pancake syrup from the breakfast bar. "Safe,
sane, and consensual, those are the rules."
"If you guys'd like to try it, I'm game," Kim smiled up at them,
ignoring her husband's crudeness. She really liked Kaitlyn and
from what she had seen, Bruce seemed to be devoted and loving.
Kim was more than willing to pleasure them.
Bruce looked at his wife, then Kim, then back. Kaitlyn blushed.
"I think it'd get kind of complicated," he said to his wife. "I
think we'd feel guilty about you not getting any pleasure."
"My pleasure wouldn't be the point," Kim snickered, gently
caressing Kaitlyn's pussy with her fingertips.
"No, our guilt would be or mine, at least," he said, watching for
a reaction from his wife. "I think this is one of those things
that'll be more exciting if we wait. After a while, when we need
to move on, learn new things, and try new things, well, maybe
then. Will you stay in touch?"
"Only if you want to," Clarice butted in. "When some graduates
leave us, they want to move on. Good Wife U. is just a phase,
like grade school, that they grow beyond. But most of us like to
stay in touch. Unless you ask to be removed from the mailing
list and newsletter, you'll be invited to reunions, weekend
classes, and lots of regional get-togethers. I have to admit
that you'll also get solicitations for donations that aren't even
tax deductible. It costs a lot to keep going even if almost all
of the staff are volunteers."
"I'm ready to hit the beach," Debbie announced loudly. From day
one, she was the hard bodied, blond, blue eyed beauty of the
class but she was so quiet and just plain nice that everyone
liked her, even when she was wearing the smashing, barely legal
thong bikini in neon orange that made every other woman for miles
jealous. If she was just an inch or two taller, she could have
been a high fashion model. Instead, she was just ravishing. Her
fianc, knew what a prize he had found and he appreciated her for
more than her body. But what a body!
Dan shouldered their ditty bag and took Debbie's hand. "You
better put something over that or you'll cause an accident."
"Wouldn't that be a trip," she giggled, feeling young and free
and wild. "I've never had guys crash into each other because
of me but in these wedgies, I might just cause a collision."
Nobody was sure that 'wedgies' referred to the cork-soled sandals
she was wearing. The fabric up her butt crack also made everyone
think of 'wedgies.' The combination of the two made her body
move in such a way that every male eye followed her.
Clarice and Red invited Bill and Laura out to explore the shops.
Kaitlyn drug Bruce back into their bedroom to 'practice sex'
before they headed for the beach.
"Get dressed," Roger snapped at Kim, tossing a handful of white
fabric and strings onto the bed. "I want to show off my slut
wife to the world."
Kim was determined to be pleasant. She tried being playful but
Roger just got mad. She ended up complying with his wish for her
to wear a bikini that he had bought for her. It pushed the
limits of legal. The two tiny triangles of knit fabric barely
covered her areolas and the unlined cloth was so thin that if one
looked closely, they could see the little bumps around her
nipples as well as a clear outline of her nipples themselves.
The bottom was just as tiny, smaller than most G-strings worn by
strippers and just a T of thin string in the back. It was
fortunate that she had very little pubic hair and used a home
electrolysis machine to clean her bikini line.
"I can't wear this," she told Roger firmly as she looked at her
image in the full-length mirror on the back of the door.
"You are, you can, and you will," Roger pronounced. "Now get
your ass moving."
"No," she snapped angrily.
"Move. Now!" Roger gripped her arm so hard that it hurt -- bad
-- and he virtually dragged her out the door, leading her with a
crushing grip on her upper arm. The pain was so great that she
had tears in her eyes.
It would have been bad enough on a beach full of adults, but
there were lots of kids and families out in the morning. Roger
walked her around, displaying her like a trophy. Then he added
to her humiliation by telling her to run down the beach "until
one of your tits pops out." He slapped her, leaving a red
handprint on her exposed cheek, and chased her.
"Oh, dear," he smirked when she stopped, whimpering, replacing
the top as best she could to cover the nipple that had been
exposed when she stumbled. One knee and the heel of her right
hand were skinned and bleeding. "I guess we'll have to go back
and clean you up."
Her husband didn't help. He showed no sympathy at all. He just
sent his wife to their room to tend to her wounds.
As Kim looked at herself in the mirror, she was horrified again.
The tiny bikini would have been obscene on any woman or girl.
It would have looked sexy on a sixteen-year-old. But Kim was
thirty. Her breasts were still small and held high but there was
a bit of sag that was exaggerated by the pressure of the little
patches of fabric that were too small and provided less than no
support.
She washed her knee and hand carefully, then poured peroxide over
the raw wounds, cringing as it fizzed. "Damn, that stings," she
hissed.
She had to regain some control. So, without thinking of all the
possible consequences, she took off what her husband had called a
bikini and threw it in the toilet, flushing twice. She smiled in
satisfaction as she put gauze pads she found in the medicine
cabinet on her wounds and taped them in place. Then she put on a
comfortable bra-style exercise top and stretch bike shorts.
"What the fuck are you wearing that shit for?" Roger demanded,
becoming more crude by the minute. "Take that shit off so
everybody can see your body in the bikini I brought for you."
"It's gone."
"What do you mean, it's gone?" Roger blew up. His face turned
red in anger. He ran into their room and threw things everywhere
looking for the obscene little bikini, even upending the trash
containers, and lifting the mattress, leaving it cockeyed on the
box springs. "What did you do with it?" he demanded, still
boiling with rage as he stood in the doorway to the bedroom.
"Where the fuck is it?"
"Probably about half a mile down a sewer pipe," Kim told him with
a satisfied smirk.
"You fucking bitch!" he screamed, striding toward his wife. "You
little fuckin' bitch! You'll pay for that."
"It couldn't have cost more than a few dollars," she told him.
"I've paid for it a hundred times over."
"That's not the kind of payment I'm talking about," he said,
scowling at her with a look that frightened her. "I'm going to
punish you. You're going to get a punishment fuck... up your
ass."
"No! Stay away from me," she told him, backing away. But he
kept coming. She turned and tried to run but he was too quick.
He yanked on her shorts, trying to rip them off but the material
just stretched, the seams abrading Kim's skin so she was left
with marks like rope burns.
She fought against him but he was too much bigger and stronger.
He peeled the shorts off and held her, pulled down his trunks,
and aimed his cock at her tiny puckered asshole. "Punishment
fuck," he snarled through his gritted teeth, driving forward.
"No!" Kim cried out in a shrill scream.
"Shut the fuck up, slut," he yelled, pulling her tiny body back
toward him, impaling her on his dry, unyielding prick. When half
of his cock was up her bottom, he wrapped one arm around her,
gripping her pussy in his fist. He used his other hand to cover
her mouth, his fingers blocking her nostrils so she couldn't
breathe. Then he brutally raped her, slamming his unlubricated
cock in to the hilt again and again.
Kim feared for her life just before she passed out. In his rage,
Roger lost all control and ejaculated quickly. He just dropped
her to the floor and went to get a soda since no alcohol was
allowed in the lodge.
Once she could breathe again, Kim recovered quickly. The pain in
her ass was horrendous. When she felt herself back there, her
fingertips found blood; not a lot but she knew he had torn her
insides. "I'm sorry," she whimpered from the floor, afraid to
move.
"You ought to be," Roger snarled.
--==*==--
"I wish there was a phone in here," Kaitlyn whispered to Bruce.
"I know. I.."
"Don't feel bad," Kaitlyn told her young husband. "He's bigger
than you are. He might have hurt you or even killed you."
"But I should have done something."
"We will," Kaitlyn reassured her husband. "I'm going to talk to
Clarice. She'll know what we should do. At least Kim's all
right."
"She's not dead, anyway. But I should have done _something_!"
"OK, let's be logical. What could we have done?"
"We could have just walked out there. Roger's never been abusive
when there were people around."
"You didn't consider him abusive at breakfast?"
"A little," Bruce sighed. "But I thought it might just be a sex
game, that, you know, she was getting off on it. And she likes
you. I can tell."
"And I like her. She's kind of like an older sister but better
because I can tell her things I couldn't tell my real sisters.
Debbie, too. She didn't have as much sex as I did when she came
so even though she's older than me, we're, you know."
"And Laura's like your mom," Bruce grinned.
"Not at all, but, well, yeah. She's like a mother you can talk
to." She peeked out the door again, then opened it a little
wider. "They're gone. I think I heard the door to their bedroom
close so they're probably still in."
--==*==--
At dinnertime, the group talked about orgies. For most of them,
participating in wild group sex was just a fantasy that they had
no real desire to act out.
"I have to go along with Kaitlyn," Debbie told them. "What she
was saying at breakfast. I'm not in love with anybody here but
you, lover. But I feel a real affection for all the girls and
even some of you guys. In the right situation, if Dan's OK with
it, I'd love to play around a little bit in a sexy way. But
without it technically being adultery, without going all the way,
I mean."
"I'm afraid I don't have your control, or your morality, I
guess," Dan admitted to his fianc,. "I don't think I could
control myself if any of your girlfriends came on to me."
"It's true," Laura laughed. "God gave men a penis and a brain
and only enough blood to use one of them at a time. But you've
kept your hands off so far, Dan."
"OK," he agreed, smiling. "I'd probably turn you down as long
as, well, as long as I kept my zipper up."
"But looking is OK," Debbie told him.
"Only at you," he cooed.
"Bull. I saw you looking at the black girl in the yellow
bikini," Debbie laughed. "And especially at that girl with
the silicone boobs. It made me wonder if I shouldn't get a
boob job."
"You're perfect," Dan told her. "Perfect proportions, perfect
legs, everything."
"You're definitely the most beautiful in the class," Clarice told
her, making Debbie blush with pleasure. "But variety is the
spice of life and guys have an inborn need to spread their seed
around that they've had to suppress now that we're civilized."
"I agree about your beauty," Bill told Debbie. "But, for me,
you would be intimidating. I'd feel.. more than bashful, even
more than inhibited."
"But guys like the feeling of power when they manage a new
conquest," Roger told the group. "I know I do. And the more
beautiful the woman, the better the feeling."
"I prefer the comfort of knowing the other person inside out,"
Bill said, a contemplative look on his face as he stared off into
space. "I like inner beauty. But I don't mind outer beauty and
you, my dear, are getting more gorgeous by the day."
His wife blushed at the compliment. She was still far too heavy
but six weeks of exercise had already made a big difference.
Some of the clothes that he brought from home for her to wear
practically fell off when she tried them on. And she had gone to
the beach in a modest two piece suit and felt proud when she saw
that she was by no means the heaviest woman there.
"But physical beauty is a big part of it," Laura injected into
the discussion. "I'll never again be as pretty as the rest of
you but I won't let myself get so fat ever again and I'm going
to slim down enough that I can wear sexy clothes without
looking ridiculous."
"You'll never look ridiculous to me," Bill said lovingly. "But
it's been a long day. I'm ready for bed."
"But not sleep, I hope," Laura grinned.
"I've been thinking about your ass all day," he whispered to his
wife as they got to their bedroom door.
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