Good Wife University (GWU)
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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. 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 but that
comes from Puritans. It's attitude."
"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 to force 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 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.