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Good Wife University (GWU)
bi bobbi jo greene-wood
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. 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 carressing 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 up 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 gets 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 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."
"And 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
red teddy that she wore and soon had all the women circling their
clitorises with a lubricated finger tip. "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 they 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 dispell 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. They 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 up 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 fairly 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 vigerous exercise
decreased their appetites. "We planned it that way," Chris told
Laura as they finished their milk.
Sophomore Michelle reminded everyone at ten 'til 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's 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've got 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 flacid 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 laying
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 their 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 has 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, leaving 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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