Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Maude's
Part: 2 of 4
Universe: The Swarm Cycle
Summary: The uninitiated assumed that Maude's was a cathouse.  Little did they
know...

Keywords: ScFi MF mF mf Mf Ff oral 1st humil inc

Maude's

Chapter 2

	Thursday evening, after a quiet family celebration, Gary drove his son
to Maude's.  "I need to set expectations here," he told Chuck.  "This place
isn't full of young hot mamas.  They're mamas, all right, but they're your
mother's age -- at least."

	"Really?  Why is that?" Chuck asked.

	"Put simply?  They know what they're doing," Gary replied, "and they
have the patience to teach YOU what YOU'RE doing!  Young chicks haven't been
there and done that -- you're here to benefit from their experience."

	"Well..."

	"Trust me," Gary chuckled.  "It all still works or they wouldn't be
there."

	"Yeah, but dating someone old enough to be my mother..." Chuck mused.

	Gary chuckled.  "Oddly, your mother had similar concerns.  You're
aware, of course, they if you want foxy young mamas, you can take an older,
experienced chick who knows what she's doing and crank back her apparent age,
right?  It's the best of both worlds!"

	"Hmmm.  I never thought of that..." Chuck mused.

	"If you're at a pickup and some sweet young thing looks up at you with
big eyes and tells you she has no idea how to suck a cock..." Gary chuckled.

      "Dad!  I can't BELIEVE you just said that!"

      "Son, we're on our way to get you laid - and your mother is nowhere to
be seen.  You know and I know what the words are - and you're about to put
them to the music.  We can bend the rules a bit and express ourselves."

      "Yeah, okay," Chuck nodded.  "I see your point.  Both of them, actually.
But they're gonna be old, here, right?"

      "They'll be old at pickup, too, Son.  You need to be able to evaluate
what you're looking at - you'll be having them edited later.  Most likely, the
criteria should be temperament and performance.  But these women won't be
dogs, for their age - they're here to convince you that looking at their
sisters is a good idea, not to gross you out."

      "Their sisters?" Chuck wrinkled his nose.

      "Other older women," Gary clarified.

      "Oh.  Right."

      At the door, Chuck was met by an old-looking Mediterranean beauty with a
good-sized rack, prominently displayed.  "Good evening.  Do you have an
appointment, Sir?"  She addressed Chuck, not Gary.

      "Uh, yes?"  Chuck turned to his father for verification.  "I'm Chuck -
Chuck Oberndorfer."

      "Oh, yes!  I'm Fiona.  Come right in - the ladies are waiting in the
parlor."  Fiona took Chuck by the hand and led him into the parlor, where
eight women were present, apparently relaxing.  They were all 'old women' by
Chuck's definition - but, looking around, he had to admit that being old
didn't keep them from being hot!  Justine, Clara, Julia, May - the names
rolled off him while he took in the visuals - they ALL seemed to have
something nice to look at on them!  Emily, Francine, Eileen... Chuck drifted
from handshake to handshake.  "Things are a bit thin tonight," Fiona
apologized, "We're training four other students..."

      "Training?  Students?" Chuck gulped.

      "Yes, Sweetheart.  You're here to learn - about women," Fiona clarified,
smiling.  "The first thing you get to do is pick a teacher."

      "Ummm..."  Chuck's eyes swept the group.  Not one was under his mother's
age, he reckoned, but they all DRESSED young.  Not REALLY young, as a lot of
REALLY young girls were showing off their nipples these days and none of them
had gone quite that far - but there was a LOT of cleavage visible, and quite a
bit of leg.  Clothing styles tended to be racy but demure; no one was wearing
a thong - or, at least, no one was wearing one with parts of it showing. There
were no bare midriffs.  Skirts varied between above the knee but not
ridiculous to slit nearly to the hip.  Several of the women wore something
translucent, somewhere - but any of them could leave the house and go ANYWHERE
- even a nightclub, or fancy restaurant - in what they were wearing.  In fact,
many of them would be considered over-dressed for someplace like a grocery
store.  They were all very... classy, came to mind.  Most of them - except
Eileen, who was rail-thin and didn't even seem to have breasts - were...
matronly.  Not fat, per se - well, Francine was pretty chubby - but they had
that thickening that said they'd had children.  Very few mothers avoided that,
in Chuck's limited experience.  Last, but not least, they were all calm and
relaxed; a girl Chuck's age - probably even one several years older - would
undoubtedly be visibly nervous, knowing that Chuck was selecting from among
the group for a sexual encounter, but this group all had that serenity that
comes with experience.

      Chuck found the whole thing to be a lot more difficult than expected;
one of these women was going to take his cherry - but which one?  Oddly, he
realized that even if there HAD been younger women in the room, he probably
would not have selected one his age - they would have been outclassed.  One
item of curiosity surfaced, however, "Where is Maude?"

      "Maude has taken on a student already this evening, Sweetheart.  She's
unavailable," Francine replied.

      Chuck was mildly surprised.  How long did this take, anyway?  From his
perspective, fifteen minutes would probably be plenty - he hoped to last a few
seconds, but he was pretty excited.  He nodded, not really understanding,
merely in acknowledgement, and went back to his attempt to decide among those
present. 'Eenie, meanie, miney, mo...' didn't seem to cut it...

      Francine and Eileen were out - largely because they represented
extremes.  That left six.  Fiona was hot, but intimidating.  Clara was black -
something to look at, but not tonight.  Chuck found that he was looking for
something in particular - which was the coolest, most collected, most
detached?  The redhead -- what was her name?  "Emily."

      Emily smiled and came forward, extending her hands.  "Excellent!  Come,
Chuck, we have much to do."  Taking his hands, she led him from the room.

      Gary made to fade away, but Fiona captured him.  "Come this way - Chuck
will be busy for an hour or two."  She led him into what had probably been a
library or drawing room, where a television was babbling and a couple of
computers were available.  "You'll find the syllabus for this evening's period
of instruction up on the screens," she told Gary, "but feel free to surf the
Net as you wish.  Charlotte will take care of your refreshments and other
needs."  She pointed at a woman behind the sideboard in the corner.  Gary
nodded and seated himself at a keyboard to examine a class schedule already
familiar from his early research.

      Emily and Chuck had moved to a room that contained a computer, a large-
screen television mounted on the wall, and a bed.  Emily had seated herself on
the bed and patted a place beside her, then pulled him closer.  "This is a
time of exploration - we'll get beyond in a bit.  Feel free, Dear.  I'm going
to tell you what feels good and what doesn't - or what can be improved upon,
at least.  When it comes to sex, there's nothing like the practical exercise."
When Chuck ran his hand along her midsection but seemed reluctant to move on
to more controversial locations, she smiled and ruffled his buzz cut.  "Don't
be shy, Dear - I'm dressed so you can practice undressing a woman.  Enjoy
yourself.  Get under there and find some skin - explore!"  While he worked his
way beneath the buttons of her blouse and worked her out of it, she lectured,
"At a pickup, girls will probably divest themselves of their own clothing -
and rapidly, if they're smart - but during the occasional tryst, the
experience of removing clothing from another without having it become an
exercise in frustration for both you and your partner is a valuable skill."

	Chuck's hands, then his eyes, found her breasts.  "Sweet young things
have breasts that defy gravity - but they've never been used, you know?
They've never been swollen with milk, and then dried up after a baby has moved
on to solid food.  Nonetheless, most men enjoy fondling breasts - even if they
sag miserably.  It's a built-in thing, instinctive - and sometimes, those of
an older woman are more... satisfying.  Go ahead..."  Emily invited him to
suckle - and Chuck couldn't resist.  She was right; they were incredibly soft,
and the nipples and areolas that capped them were fascinating toys.  As for
sagging, Emily's were losing the battle to gravity, but not in any excessive
manner - her nipples still pointed outward, not downward, and the inch or so
that they bottomed out below her chest wall wasn't much at all.  No, they were
VERY attractive...  Emily murmured, "Young girls have nipples that tend to be
somewhat sensitive, but older women -especially those who have nursed children
- tend to tolerate - even enjoy - a bit of gentle chewing..."

	Chuck tried his teeth, and Emily gasped, "Yes, like that - JUST like
that!"  Surprised, she found herself panting a bit - and lubricating.  "You're
very talented - you'll be in advanced classes in no time!  Let's move on, if
you're ready..."  Chuck started multi-tasking, exploring the waistband of
Emily's skirt looking for the fasteners while continuing to work Emily's
nipples, one with his lips and teeth, and one with his fingers.  Finding the
button, he worked it one-handed in order to continue mauling her breasts.
'This one is a lot more flexible than his mother,' Emily mused.  The skirt was
open quickly; Emily gathered herself and murmured, "Let's get me out of
this..."

      Chuck backed off and Emily stood, allowing the skirt to flutter to the
floor, leaving her in stockings and a garter belt and red silk panties.  "You
like?  This isn't the usual thing you'll find but it's more sexy and
accessible than pantyhose," Emily told Chuck.

      "It's very nice," Chuck breathed, his eyes flicking over her from head
to foot.

      Emily beckoned him forward, "Explore..."

      It seemed natural that he end up against her with his hands on her ass.
Cupping and squeezing, he murmured, "Dad says I'm here to learn to appreciate
older women.  It sure isn't hard..."

      "Actually, it seems VERY hard," Emily replied, her eyes laughing.

      "Yeah, that is," he agreed.  His dick hurt, it was so stiff - and where
it pressed against the soft bulge of her belly, it was hot...

      "It's been proven that a selectee's family is more stable if he has a
woman along who has been around and borne children," Emily gusted in his ear
as his hands wandered along her back from her ass to her neck.  "She can help
younger women cope with her advice and experience."

      "Is that why you're all my mom's age?" Chuck asked.

      "Actually, Dear, I've met your mom and I'm much older," Emily purred.
"I'm post-menopausal - do you know what that means?"

      "No periods?"

      "No periods, no eggs - and no children," Emily nodded.  "And no
eligibility to go anywhere.  We'll teach you how to read a CAP card so you
know whether an older woman who tickles your fancy is eligible.  You don't
have to work outside the panties," she added.

      Both of his hands immediately slid under the waistband of the offending
garment, "Mmmmmm!"

      "Speaking of your mother, Dear - Since I'm here to educate you, I should
inform you that the usual rules don't apply during a pickup.  You CAN take
your mother - but you MUST have sex with her, if you do.  For most boys your
age, that isn't such a terrible idea...  With your scores, you could take your
father, too - and still manage two sweet young things..."

      "Mom would FREAK!" Chuck chuckled.

      "She did, actually," Emily smiled into his eyes.  "Are you ready for a
little comparative anatomy?"

                        -----------------------

      Gary was comparing lesson plans for advanced classes for male and female
students when Maude herself entered the waiting room with a couple and a
teenage girl in tow.  "Certainly, we accept female students," she said, "but
our capacity is lower due to the limited availability of instructors - and
lower demand, I might add.  Male instructors are required to be potent but
patient, and they must be capable of making the student comfortable and
earning her trust.  We don't accept walk-ins.  Right now, I'm afraid we have
no one available..."

      "But..." the female half of the couple objected - and was interrupted by
a loud beep.  The television and every computer monitor in the room lit with
the text, "Recommend Gary Oberndorfer."  Gary pushed himself away from the
keyboard as if it had burned him!  "I didn't..."

      Maude recovered herself and addressed Gary, "No, of course you didn't,
Dear."  Turning to the couple, she added, "We have AI support - full
Confederacy cooperation, actually.  Apparently, ours has an unusual solution
in mind.  If you'll excuse me momentarily, perhaps we can accommodate you,
after all..."  She waved the trio to chairs and turned to approach Gary, who
was still in denial.

      "I REALLY didn't do that!"

      "I know," Maude agreed.  "Would you step this way, please?"  She led him
out of the room and down the hall to an office, where she waved him inside and
shut the door.  Turning to a screen on the wall, she chastened, "See here, AI
- that was disruptive, to say the least!"

      "Agreed," the AI said.  "But communications facilities in the room are
less than optimal - no directly controlled audio ports.  Interfacing with the
primitive machines in place was possible but deemed inefficient."

      "What is this about Mr. Oberndorfer?"

      "Data collected in previous visits and the data from Gary Oberndorfer's
CAP tests indicate that he is physically and psychologically suited to an
instructor's position."

      "He is untrained," Maude objected.

      "He was in the process of training himself.  He was well into the male
AND female syllabuses, conducting comparisons - correct?"

      "I was, yes..." Gary admitted.

      "I'm sure this was idle curiosity," Maude disparaged.

      "Gary Oberndorfer has been thoroughly briefed on the aims and goals of
the facility - by you.  Data collected during the briefings indicate that he
understands and approves of the facility's mission.  Although his spouse is
resistant, Gary Oberndorfer is highly adaptable and would make an excellent
instructor."

      "The spouse presents a problem," Maude replied.  "Should Mr. Oberndorfer
decide to take advantage of this unusual offer, he could run into trouble
there."

      "Gary Oberndorfer, success at this activity demonstrates capabilities
that will reflect positively on your next CAP evaluation," the AI addressed
Gary.  "Would this prove persuasive in a presentation to your spouse?"

      "It... might..." Gary hazarded.  It was also clearly a bribe - as if he
needed one.  The implied 'Please deflower young girls for us' was enough
incentive for him, actually, even though he DID feel that it was his duty to
do it right...

      "Sherry Oberndorfer would benefit from being utilized in the pool of
women used in advanced pickup simulations," the AI continued.  "It would be a
learning experience for her and would improve her viability as a concubine, if
nothing else.  The probability that the facility might get favorable exposure
among her circle of acquaintances at her health club is also a desirable
outcome."

      Maude, watching Gary, admitted, "We screen applicants and their families
a bit more thoroughly than one might expect."

      Gary nodded; he was surprised, but not shocked.  The influence of the
Confederacy was ever more pervasive - and the excuse that it was necessary to
identify and neutralize Earth First terrorists and other threats was more than
adequate to justify all kinds of surveillance.  No one knew just how much of
the Earth's data networks were regularly patrolled by AIs, but it didn't take
a genius to assume that penetration approached one hundred percent.
Confederacy warrants to collect and examine routine bank and business video
and audio surveillance were serviced daily and without resistance - and
generally without any visible result, which made complaints about the invasion
of civil liberties a muted thing - who, exactly, was Big Brother watching,
anyway?  No one could tell...  "What kind of pool is this?"

      "We set up simulated pickups," Maude explained.  "It is an advanced
exercise.  Students are presented with a random pool of women and limited time
to test and make a selection from among the pool for the simulated
extraction."

      "I can't see Sherry doing this," Gary opined.

      "You will influence her," the AI replied.  It was a statement of fact.
"Female testers are hypnotized and believe implicitly that an actual pickup is
in process.  This improves believability.  Students are generally uncertain -
and thus must also react as though the pickup is real.  Testers remember their
behavior after the test - this is an excellent method of handling those who
are stubborn and deny their basic impulses."

      Gary cocked an eyebrow.  "What are you saying?"

      "Sherry Oberndorfer's CAP score will undoubtedly improve, although it
will not approach selection level.  This is still an incentive, properly
presented."

      There was more to it than that, Gary realized, but the AI was
deliberately avoiding being explicit.  That left a number of possibilities
flitting through his mind.  He banished them, knowing instinctively that they
were irrelevant to the moment.  "I'll have to call her..."

      "You will be connected - it is simpler than conferencing using your
primitive equipment," the AI announced.  There were ringtones, then:

      "Hello?"

      "Sherry?"

      "Yes.  Has something happened?"  Sherry had acquiesced, but her opinion
of Maude's still left something to be desired.

      "Not that I'm aware of, Hon," Gary chuckled.  "Look, we've been asked if
we would like to be instructors here."

      "WHAT?  They need more hookers?  You're joking, right?"  Sherry's brain
was spinning at a hundred kilometers an hour.  "Wait a minute - we?  What do
they want YOU for?"

      "To train girls."

      "Oh."  Sherry waxed sarcastic.  "Isn't THAT convenient!"

      "It's not like that!" Gary retorted.

      "So you say!"

      "I've just spent an hour looking over lesson plans!" Gary retorted.
"Besides, I've been told it means an increase in our CAP scores."

      Sherry pulled up short.  "What?"

      "Personnel who participate in the educational activities that occur at
this facility successfully will see incremental changes in various CAP
qualification areas," the AI interjected.

      "Who...?  That was an AI?  Maude's is a Confederacy thing?"  Sherry's
mind spun.

      "We're not directly affiliated, Dear, but we're fellow travelers -
business partners, if you will," Maude answered.  "This is Maude Carlson."

      Sherry shook her head to clear it; this conversation had turned her
perception of Maude's upside-down.  "Why didn't you mention this at the
briefing?"

      "We don't want the place to be any more of a terrorist target than it
is," Maude replied.  "As long as Earth First thinks we're just a misguided
group of old ladies, the students are safe."

      "Oh."  Sherry shifted back to the other piece.  "What are we talking
about?"

      "For yourself?" Maude asked.  "We conduct tests at the end of a
student's training.  We need test proctors who are not part of the regular
staff.  You would assist in the administration of the exams."

      "How often would this be?" Sherry asked, visualizing handing out papers
and grading them.

      "That is an individual thing, Dear.  As often as you are interested."
Maude's smile had fangs - it was fortunate that Sherry couldn't see it.

      "And Gary?" Sherry asked.

      "We need male instructors.  The AI insists that Gary is qualified to
bring young ladies to adulthood in the proper manner.  Do you agree?" Maude
asked.

      "Well, yeah," Sherry admitted, "But..."

      "Surely you don't see yourself being replaced by a fourteen year old, do
you Dear?" Maude chided.

      "Well, no - but it's cheating."

      "Cheating is doing it without your knowledge," Maude argued.  "Cheating
would be attempting to set up a relationship that would end up in your
replacement.  Teaching young girls not to fear sex and to develop the skills
that will help them escape the Swarm is not cheating!"

      "Well..."  Sherry wrinkled her nose.  "I guess I'm a little jealous.
It's a knee-jerk reaction.  You'll leave some for me, right?"

      "We'll see to it that he's not overloaded," Maude assured her, grinning.

      "This CAP score thing," Sherry shifted targets.  "How much...?"

      "Sufficient," the AI replied flatly - not relating the fact that that
'sufficiency' would apply only to Gary.

      "I see."  The route to escape from the Swarm had opened earlier in the
day when her son had come home - and she'd embarrassed herself proving Emily's
predictions correct on at least three occasions already - and hoped fervently
that neither Gary nor Chuck had noticed.  This... this would be a lot easier
to live with.  If they could leave on their own, maybe she could banish this
new perception of Chuck that was eating at her...  Anticipation of the
embarrassment and humiliation she would feel when Chuck realized that she was
hitting on him ran neck and neck with anticipation of the humiliation and
guilt she would feel when Gary found out about it.  This was a way out...  She
puffed out a breath.  "All right, I guess.  When?"

      "We'll contact you regarding exams," Maude replied smoothly, "but we
have an emergency on our hands this evening and could use Gary's help as soon
as he is properly briefed."

      "I see."  Jealousy fought with self-preservation and its embarrassing
implications - and lost.  "Well, he's already there, isn't he?"

      "Yes, he is," Maude agreed.

      "Gary..."

      "Trust me - you're MUCH more important to me than some unknown fourteen
year old," Gary cut her off.

      "You remember that!"

      "I will. Love you!"

      "I love you, too."

      "Bye."

      "Bye."

      "Well, THAT went well," Maude announced, rubbing her hands.

      "Yes..."  Gary pursed his lips.  "We lied to her, though, didn't we?
Quite a lot, actually."

      "The presentation was accurate, if misleading," the AI replied.  "This
was necessary to secure her cooperation.  We will see to it that her minimum
goals are met, eventually, which will fulfill our side of the bargain."

      "Hold it - what was that?"

      "We have no intention of wasting the effort put into training these
resources," the AI replied.  Gary was floored - it was tantamount to a
declaration that they WOULD be extracted, period!  Normally, being qualified
didn't necessarily equate to being selected; the AI was declaring that there
was a priority list - and they'd just made it!

      "Okay..." Gary muttered shakily.

      "Let's talk about procedures," Maude interjected.  "I'm not fourteen,
but I can walk you through the lesson plan..."  She led him off to a 'training
room.'

      In Emily's room, Chuck was in Heaven.  Emily had conducted him on a
guided tour of female genitalia the likes of which some males NEVER get, then
moved on to his, commenting favorably on the length and girth of his cock.
"Some selectees have themselves augmented - but I'm here to tell you that it's
not required in your case," Emily had commented, obviously pleased.  "You'll
probably get another half inch by the time you're eighteen - and that will be
more than enough to satisfy ANY woman - and will even be uncomfortably long
for some!"

      "Really?  How do you tell?" Chuck had asked.

      "You don't," Emily sighed.  "Some of the smallest women I know have
vaginas that could handle a horse, while there are big, husky women out there
with little bitty vaginas.  The best way to tell is to use it and see..." Then
she'd started a blow job - she called it fellatio - something that lasted all
of eight seconds - but she talked him through the mortification that followed
the premature transport of pleasure, letting him know that it was normal - and
even expected!  "I've had students ejaculate copiously all over my chest at
the merest touch!" she advised him.  "Young men who are over- stimulated can't
help themselves.  I take it as a compliment!  When you have a bit of
experience, your control will improve - but you'll be ever-ready for several
years, at least, so fellatio is a good way to take the edge off and prepare
you for a more satisfactory performance during vaginal or anal sex."

      Then they'd moved on to vaginal sex - and Emily was smiling and gasping
and cooing and caressing his arms while her breasts did this crazy rotation in
opposite directions thing in time to Chuck's pounding stroke - and his cock
was one giant pleasure-giving nerve ending pushing him toward nirvana.  Pussy
was, well, indescribable - too good to EVER be without!  Just from this one
shot he couldn't understand why couples didn't spend all night every night
doing this!  The temptation to jump to super-speed was major, but Emily
advised him to set a pace and just go with it - and she was right, it felt
better to go a little slower...

      Emily's face and neck were getting cherry red; the flush was slowly
moving down her freckled upper chest to her creamy white breasts.  She wasn't
talking a lot any more, either, and her eyes were looking a little odd, like
she was looking inside, rather than out...  Then her eyes got really big and
she gasped, "OMIGOD!" and clutched Chuck's arms - but it was ANOTHER clutch
that got Chuck's attention; suddenly he could feel every little fold and
ripple of Emily's pussy - and it was WAY too much to handle!

      "AAAAAWWWWWWW!!!!!"  There was nothing in the universe but the feel of
Emily's pussy milking him - all of him, it felt like, not just his cock -
while he spurted and spurted and spurted in her, again and again...  He
couldn't see or hear - he was inside her pussy - her vagina - whatever -- that
Heavenly place that caressed his cock and brought wave after wave of pleasure.
It was almost painful - which was odd in itself - but he understood; it was
about going all the way to an extreme and coming back from the opposite side.
This made anything he'd done to himself seem like the merest scratch -
masturbation might have come close the first time, but it never would again!

      The lights came on - maybe he just opened his eyes - and Emily was
there, positively glowing, bubbling, "Oh, that was SOOOO good!  You're a
TREMENDOUS lover!  OMIGOD!"  And she pulled him down to her and kissed his
neck and ears and provoked huge swelling of his ego...  Chuck didn't know what
to say, so he merely soaked it up, relaxing bonelessly across her soft breasts
while she cuddled him and chattered about how well he'd done.

      From Emily's perspective, the good news was that she hadn't been
required to stretch the truth to bolster Chuck's ego; he'd done a bang-up job
- even bringing her to orgasm!  She'd been prepared to fake it as necessary,
depending upon his capabilities and how long he lasted, but he'd settled into
a fine rhythm and lasted plenty long enough to rock her world!  Chuck's grade
report for this session was going to show a big A plus!

      After a bit, Chuck struggled up.  "Now what?"

      "Well, it's up to you, Dear -- we could talk about after-sex activities
like cuddling and cleanup, but the only remaining objective of this period of
instruction is for me to collect as much of your semen as I can drain you of
while making it as pleasurable as possible!" Emily replied, smiling.  Reaching
between them, she felt for the shaft of his still -embedded cock.  "If you
want more but you're not hard any more, we can try fellatio again..."

      Chuck wiggled a bit, experimentally.  He seemed to be firm enough...  "I
think I'm good.  I just... take off again?"

      "Yes, unless you would like to try another position."

      "I dunno - this is nice..."

      "Why don't you lift my knees and brace against them?  Then you'll go
really deep..."

      "Would you like that?"

      "Yes," Emily answered honestly, nodding.  "Very much!"

      "Okay."  After a short delay for the position adjustment, Chuck took
off.  "How's this?" Chuck puffed.

      "Wonderful!" Emily gasped.  "I may orgasm again!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!"

      This time, Chuck spent almost fifteen minutes in the saddle - and Emily
went wild under him not once or twice, but three times before he lost control
and jetted his third load of the evening into her quaking pussy.  Given that
they were both a bit sore after that, it was decided that Chuck wouldn't go
for a fourth, even though Emily offered him a blow job.  Chuck was sated - his
fourteenth birthday was one for the record books!

	Meanwhile, Gary had his own challenges.  After fifteen often
embarrassing minutes with Maude while she ensured that he had the requisite
knowledge and experience, he was led back out to the waiting room to meet Mr.
and Mrs. Sheppard and their daughter Allison.

	Maude led off, "Clearly, you are asking a bit from us.  Tell me again
why we must do this tonight?"

	"We are traveling in the morning to a conference out of state," Morris
Sheppard related.  "There is a distinct possibility of a pickup, as it is a
scientific conference.  I don't want Allie to be... disadvantaged."

	"I see..." Both Maude and Gary turned their attention to Allison
Sheppard.  'Disadvantaged' might have been a good term.   She had puffy cheeks
with pink indications of imminent blemish eruptions under a dollop of a nose
that supported big eyeglasses.  Long, somewhat scraggly dark-brown hair
matched bushy eyebrows that nearly melded into a single entity.  Below that
was a pudgy-looking undeveloped and somewhat pear-shaped body in quite a bit
more clothing than was currently fashionable for her age group - being a
round-necked dress that buttoned down the front almost all the way to her
ankles.  Below that, ankle socks under tire sandals adorned her feet.  Then
there was the backpack...

	Allie poked her eyeglasses back up her oily nose with a finger,
"What?"

	"Nothing, Dear," Maude mused, eyeing the project before her in a
bemused state.  "May I see your CAP card?"  Allie surrendered it; naturally,
the fresh-minted item displayed a score in the upper sevens, despite the
bearer's obvious issues.  "Thank you."  Turning to Mr. Sheppard, she said,
"You realize that we cannot possibly advance her through a complete course in
one evening, correct?  We'll be lucky to impart the basics.  This is made even
more difficult by the last-minute nature of the request and the fact that we
have to resort to untested means to fulfill it.  Are you certain you wish to
proceed?"

	Mrs. Sheppard looked dubious, but Mr. Sheppard was adamant,
"Absolutely!"  Gary took in Mrs. Sheppard - there couldn't be much more
different between her and her daughter.  Mrs. Sheppard was blonde, coiffed,
thin from ankle to neck, and well-dressed.  Gary found himself wondering how
on Earth she produced her offspring.

	Maude took another run at things.  "You realize that her defloration
is but a single step in the process?  How far do you wish us to go?"

	"We must board a seven a.m. flight in the morning," Morris Sheppard
announced.  "I'm sure you have some facility that my wife and I can retire to
in order to get some rest.  Allie can sleep on the plane."

	"Consistent effort for eight hours will neither complete her training
nor will it leave her in a receptive state," Maude said flatly.  "It would be
unwise to try to jam everything in her head in one evening, even if parts of
the curriculum weren't stressful.  Lack of sleep will make absorbing
information even more difficult for her."

	"Do what you can," Morris directed, waving.  "Naps, perhaps."

	Gary's phone rang.  "Hello?"

	"Hypnosis," the AI's voice suggested.

	"Hypnosis?" Gary echoed.

	Maude frowned.  "Perhaps."  She gave Gary's phone a dirty look -
clearly she knew who - or what was there.  Returning her attention to Mr.
Sheppard, she rasped, "You are asking for an inordinate amount of our time and
resources on absolutely no notice.  I will not apply the usual billing rates
to this project - that is an insult to my people."

	"I understand," Morris replied.  "Will a thousand dollars suffice?"

	"I will bill based upon modules reasonably assumed to have been
completed," Maude snapped, "but I imagine the total will be closer to fifteen
hundred.  For one thing, some of my instructors have day jobs and will
probably lose pay or vacation time."  She turned to Allie.  "Allison, Dear, we
can do this on a less rigorous schedule.  Are you certain you want to try to
pack this in tonight?"

	Allie gave Gary a long examination, and then announced flatly, "Yeah.
I want it."

	Maude threw up her hands.  "Very well!  Please resume your seats - we
have more preparations to make."  She led Gary into her office.  "I'm tempted
to put all three of them on the front step!  Do you think you can perform with
this young woman?  She's certainly an unprepossessing specimen."

	"What do you need?" Gary asked.

	"As much physical training as you can accomplish, handled as
positively as you are able," Maude replied.  "We don't staff for females at
all on Thursday night and my best people are at a seminar for sexual
therapists in Los Angeles.  I can't spell you - with the possible exception of
naps.  Oral and vaginal skills are the priority, obviously.  If you discover
that you have something left for anal, that will be a bonus."  She eyed the
screen on her desk, "Emily's reports of your son's performance thus far are
glowing - and we're out of students - perhaps he can be called upon to assist
with vaginal or oral sex?"

	"I guess that's dependent upon Chuck," Gary opined.  "As I understand
it, he was to be drained tonight, more or less, wasn't he?"

	"Mmmmm, yes, and reports from Emily's room indicate that he's already
down two orgasms and in the midst of a vigorous workout.  Still, he's young
and doing an impressive job; given a few hours, he may be available," Maude
replied.

	"I think I was capable of three or four at his age," Gary mused, "but
I wasn't with women when I did it.  Being with a woman always spurs me to a
bit more output...  That reminds me - what about birth control?  STDs?"

	"Nanobots for handling both issues were already present in both of you
- and have been activated in you.  Chuck is with Emily, who is post-menopausal
- but he is still protected against STDs.  Should he participate tonight,
well, Allison should be protected, actually.  AI?"

	"Allison Sheppard was injected with the necessary nanobots during her
CAP test cycle earlier today, and those nanobots are currently active."

	"So..." Gary mused.

	"Proceed with Period One for females.  We'll pull you so you can rest
and I'll put a female instructor in with Allison to do whatever can be done to
help her with psychology and presentation, and then we'll shoot for Period
Three.  Depending upon how that goes, we'll continue to push the schedule from
there, perhaps with Chuck - if he's amenable.  I don't want to put the pair of
them together unless it stands some chance of being a positive experience for
both of them," Maude instructed.

	"Okay," Gary nodded.

	"Do you remember where Room Four is?" Maude queried.  "That's where we
went through the basics..."

	"I'll get us there."

	"Good luck."  The pair headed back out to the waiting room.