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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 bobi jo
Chapter Twenty
Sweet Liberty
Bernadette, a new graduate of GWU, dropped Darlene off in front
of a townhouse that was half way down a cul-de-sac. Three kids
immediately exploded out of the door yelling, "Mommy!" Her two
oldest were calmer and managed to walk out to greet their mother
in a more dignified manner.
"Where's dad?" Darlene asked.
"He's fixing dinner. We're bar-b-qing," David, her 8-year-old
informed her.
"You know dad," Jennifer explained. "He never uses enough
charcoal lighter and ends up blowing on the coals for an hour to
try to get them hot enough to cook."
"Now that sounds familiar," Darlene laughed, beginning to herd
her brood toward the entrance. "Think we'll be able to eat
before dark? And how long have you been here?"
"About an hour," Donald, her manly 11-year-old told her.
"So what can I do to help with supper?"
"Nothing," Jennifer replied. "Everything's ready except the
burgers. The fridge is full of stuff that's already made, potato
salad, cole slaw, baked beans, even a cheesecake for dessert.
And there's lettuce and sandwich meat, stuff for breakfast, you
name it. It's kind of neat. And you look.. really good."
"Good?"
"Yeah," Jennifer told her mother, giving her a once over. "Like
you lost weight or something and, well, you just look good."
"Thanks," Darlene replied, pleased.
"Hi, sexy," Dwayne called, still fanning briquettes with a paper
plate. A few of them were finally glowing. "You look great."
"So I was told," she laughed, grinning at her oldest daughter.
"Will you hurry?" Jennifer complained. "We want to go to the
beach."
Dwayne went ahead and threw hamburgers onto the grill. Dripping
fat caught fire and helped with the charcoal. Before long,
burgers were well charred and the kids were served. Remembering
her lessons, Darlene chose a small one that was well cooked and
piled on lettuce, tomatoes, and pickles rather than cheese and
she munched on a green salad rather than the potato salad. She
ate slowly while the kids gobbled their food. Dwayne had
finished two burgers before she threw the last bite of hers
away.
Dwayne had lost some weight, too. She worried that he wasn't
eating right while she was away but didn't say anything. Most of
his beer gut was gone. He looked pretty good, not emaciated.
They still had over an hour of daylight when the last paper plate
was deposited in the trash. The townhouse's garage contained a
collection of bicycles for transportation including two with
child seats, one a mountain bike and the other a tandem. There
were helmets for everyone.
Jennifer, Donald, and David raced ahead. "I guess you have to be
up front," Dwayne commented, looking at the tandem bicycle after
securing little Crystal in the child seat. "The guy who opened
up for us said that the stronger and taller rides in the back so
he can see over the shorter driver. It puts me closer to the
drive wheel, too."
"You just want to look at my butt," Darlene teased. Then she
realized what she had said and blushed.
"You're right," Dwayne agreed, counter-teasing. It took a little
practice and coordination to get moving since neither of them had
ever ridden a tandem bicycle before, but 'a bicycle built for
two' seemed romantic, just right for the trip, even if they had
to ride slow so that their six-year-old, Katy, could keep up.
Darlene was scared to death of what came next as they locked the
bicycles and joined the rest of the kids who were under strict
orders to wait for their parents before going near the water.
She had to strip down to a bathing suit in public, one that she
picked to tantalize her husband. But Darlene still felt fat.
"Wow," Dwayne whistled. "You haven't looked this good since high
school. Maybe not even then. Are you..? You're not starving
yourself or anything, are you? I mean, you look.. terrific.
Wow."
She had picked a one piece suit that was cut high on the sides,
had a wide support band around her belly, and had an underwired
halter-style top. She was conscious that it only looked good
when she sucked in her tummy, but thanks to lots of sit-ups and
crunches, she now held in her stomach almost continuously, even
back at the school.
She saw that Jennifer definitely needed a new suit. Her suit
squashed her budding breasts but barely covered them. Actually,
it would probably fit Katy.
The whole family frolicked in the rolling waves for an hour and
stayed to watch the sunset, then hurried back before darkness set
in. After everyone showered under the outside shower to remove
sand and dirt, they put the younger kids to bed and let Jennifer
and Donald stay up to watch cable TV. Cable was a luxury they
couldn't afford at home. "Don't stay up too late," Darlene told
them. "Your dad and I are going to bed."
Once they were safely in the master bedroom with its private
bath, Darlene pumped up her courage, telling her husband, "Do you
know what I've done in school? Prepared my butt for your cock.
Tonight, I want you to fuck me in the ass, stud."
"You're serious," he realized aloud, taking his wife in his arms
and kissing her passionately for a while before stripping the
still damp suit down her body. "But I want to feast on you for
awhile," he grinned, reaching down to gently stroke her pussy.
"Well I want to do this right so I have to make a stop in the
bathroom first," she told him, pushing him away. "In my mind I
had already gotten ready but realities bite again."
"You already showered outside," he reminded her. "You're clean
as a whistle."
"Outside."
"Oh," he said, raising his eyebrows and smiling in understanding.
"I'll just be a minute," she said, running inside and locking the
door with a loud 'click'. There was no graceful way to use the
prepackaged Fleet enema. She ended up bent grotesquely with one
foot on the toilet seat and the other on the floor with her hands
between her legs to insert the little nozzle and squeeze the
flexible plastic reservoir until it was empty.
"Are you all right?" Dwayne asked from just outside the door.
"Yes."
"Can I come in?" he begged softly.
"This isn't pretty," she told him through the locked door. "And
it's kind of humiliating."
"I love you even when you're full of shit," he chuckled softly
and was rewarded by the 'click' of the lock being released. He
stepped inside to find his wife standing, waiting.
"I kind of like feeling full of shit, mother fucker," she hissed
at him with her buttocks clenched.
"You look fantastic," he said again as he leaned down to suck on
her nipples until they throbbed and ached before trailing his
tongue down her body to lick between her pussy lips. "Taste
pretty good, too," he teased, licking around her vaginal opening
where the nerves were most sensitive.
"You'd better be careful or I'll shit all over you."
"Promises, promises," he laughed just before she pushed him out
of the way and plopped onto the toilet to release the first of
the liquid from her rectum in short squirts. Then, her stomach
grumbling loudly, she squirted the rest into the bowl.
"This is embarrassing," she blushed.
"It turns me on," Dwayne told her, adding, "Everything about you
turns me on. Even this. What now?"
"That one broke up turds and cleaned me out kind of like rinsing
dishes," she told him shyly. "I need one more to be sure I'm
nice and clean. They say some guys like a little shit or butting
up against a soft turd but I want to be clean, at least this
time."
"I'll go along with that," Dwayne smiled, realizing that she was
telling him that anal sex might become a regular part of their
sexual repertoire. "Can I do the next one?"
"OK," she answered, blushing again. "How do you want me?"
"Any way I can get you."
"I mean what position do you want me in?
"You tell me," he chuckled. "I've never done this before."
"Neither had I unless you count getting a couple of enemas when
I was constipated as a kid," Darlene told him, kneeling on the
mat beside the tub and bending forward to present her freshly
wiped bottom to her husband. "And I never thought about an enema
being erotic. But at school, one time they made us hold it in
until we had an orgasm. I thought I was going to die. My
stomach kept cramping up and my intestines grumbled but the
tension, you know, squeezing my butt closed, that tension made..
ah, yes, it made it so powerful. It was.. yeah, squeeze gently.
Not too fast or I'll cramp up. It was memorable."
"Memorable is good," he chuckled as she knelt up and turned to
face him. "Lay down."
"No!" Darlene gasped. "I.. I couldn't hold it when I came and I
squirted.. No, Dwayne. Oh, gawd, NO!"
He had laid her on the bath mat and dove between her legs,
feeling the cold tile on his bare belly and thighs. The bathroom
was small. Not much room. One of Darlene's knees rested against
the side of the tub, the other touched the toilet. Dwayne's legs
extended out the open bathroom door. He had his arms wrapped
around her thighs, holding on as she struggled.
"No!" Darlene gasped, feeling an intestine spasm. "Please,
Dwayne, oh no, lover, oh."
"I'll stop if you truthfully tell me this isn't turning you on."
"Oh, gawd, Dwayne, I.." she grimaced.
"That's what I thought," he snickered, again lowering his mouth
to her pussy lips. Dwayne quickly realized that the tension of
clenched muscles added a new dimension to the cunnilingus. He
was determined to exploit that tension for her pleasure even if
he had to mop brown liquid from the floor. His logical mind
doubted even that, remembering that she had pre-washed her
insides with the first enema.
It seemed that every muscle was already tensed to the breaking
point but Dwayne's oral stimulation kept pushing that point
farther and farther. Darlene felt she couldn't possibly keep
squeezing, her conscious mind willing her butt muscles to keep
her from messing the bathroom and further humiliating herself and
possibly destroying a wonderful weekend. No one had ever told
her that pussy nerves could bypass the conscious mind, especially
when a loving husband's tongue is stimulating those nerves, so
the orgasm snuck up on her. Every muscle in her body was wound
tight, especially those around her pelvis. Instead of bucking
and crying out, the outward sign of her orgasm was that her body
actually vibrated with the intensity.
It was a different kind of orgasm because she still had to keep
her bottom clenched closed. She knew she had squirted some of
her bowel contents out and probably soiled her husband. She
couldn't move because of her fear that she would lose all control
and flood the tiled floor. She couldn't even speak. But she
screamed, "Please, no!" when he picked her up.
And deposited her bottom onto the toilet ring. She voided
instantly, a half-quart of liquid blasting out as if her bottom
had burst from too much pressure. She was crying, the intensity
of the orgasm followed seconds later by relief from tension and..
Darlene became aware of herself. The muscles around her anus
were completely relaxed and nothing was coming out. Nothing
could come out. There was nothing left in there. The devilish
staff at GWU. They knew. That's why they made the poor students
eat each other to orgasm while they were full of soapy.. That's
why it was so easy to get the dildos.. They planned..
It was like the Lamaze natural childbirth classes, tense and
hold, then relax. And like the relaxation and self-hypnosis
classes the staff taught her in the GWU classes. Except that
none of them realized that holding in an enema through an orgasm
was a sure way to relax those muscles that needed to relax in
order to comfortably take a cock up their butt holes.
While her mind raced through a replay of what happened in the old
school buildings, Dwayne warmed the shower. He pulled his wife
to her feet and guided her into the tub and under the spray.
They playfully washed each other, then danced back to the bed
where Dwayne pushed her back on the bed and began to eat her
again.
"Oh, no, Oh, yes," Darlene groaned, rocking her groin up to
receive his oral ministrations. "But wait," she panted,
regaining enough composure to remember what she wanted so much to
do. "I left the Vaseline in the bathroom. Grease up a finger
and do my bottom. That gets me hot and it'll get me ready for
you again."
"Don't move," Dwayne ordered, jumping up, his hard-on waving in
front of him as he ran to the bathroom to get the lubricant. The
jar of petroleum jelly fell on the floor. Dwayne snatched it up
and was kneeling beside the bed in a flash, lovingly lubing his
wife's little puckered shit hole and spending several minutes
inserting his middle finger one knuckle at a time, then
withdrawing before going on.
Encouraged by Darlene's chants of, "ah, yes!" Dwayne gently
started a sawing motion with his finger as his tongue again moved
between her puffy pussy lips. He was delighted when he looked up
and saw his wife squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples.
It seemed completely natural to straighten his index finger and
tease her vaginal opening rather than just curling that finger
out of the way, which seemed a terrible waste, especially when he
received an, "ah, Yes, lover! Oh, that's so..."
She bucked her hips so fast that it seems she was vibrating again
when this orgasm came. And it took far longer than usual for her
batteries to run down and leave her limp, a subhuman puddle in
the rumpled sheets that panted like a dog. "I'm.. supposed.. to
be.. pleasing.. you."
"You couldn't do anything more pleasing," he grinned, laying down
next to her.
"Me? What? I don't get it."
"Call it 'the Christmas spirit'," he told her, nuzzling her chin
with his nose. "Better to give than receive. I can't think of
anything I like more than making you totally out of control like
that. It's great for my ego. I enjoy every orgasm you have."
"Me, too," she said dreamily, her brain high on endorphins. "But
when are ya gonna fuck my ass?"
"When we're both ready," he answered, cuddling with his wife.
Darlene felt her brain cells start to reconnect and her breathing
slowed so she just sounded a little out of breath. "I don't
think that came out right," she said.
"What?" Dwayne asked, confused.
"What I said."
"Oh," he laughed. "I thought you meant the enema or my finger."
"No, the other thing. The 'me too' thing." She wanted to think
of some comical snappy comeback but nerve cell synapses still
failed to fire correctly. 'Damned endorphins,' Darlene cursed
mentally. "What I meant was that I like it when you have.. When
you shoot your wad because of me. It's like, well, a big part of
what being married is all about."
"You mean I can't fantasize about doing Michelle Pfeiffer?"
"Sure, as long as you pop off in or on me," Darlene giggled. "Do
you have a thing for Michelle Pfeiffer?"
"Among others."
"Like who?"
"Somebody who begged for a butt fucking."
"I'm ready. How about you?"
"I'm ready, willing, and able, ma'am," he said, saluting her.
"And so is my midshipman."
"Is that what that is?"
"So how do we go about this?"
"There are lots of ways but I want to watch this time," Darlene
said, sitting up on the bed and piling the pillows in the middle.
"So you kneel down there and let me get into position. Still got
the Vaseline?" She leaned her back against the pillows with her
bottom positioned just over the edge of the bed. A month earlier
she couldn't have pulled her legs back far enough to make the
position work but she was now flexible enough to put her elbows
behind her knees to keep her body folded in half. "See anything
down there that you like?"
"Everything I see down here I like." He stroked her pussy hair
and belly lovingly, then trailed his fingertips up the insides of
her legs, raising goose bumps and making her shiver in delight.
But now he was growing impatient, the ache of 'blue balls' in his
groin reminding him of how long he had been erect and ready
without cleaning out his pipes. The gentle caresses ended as his
left thumb circled her clit and his fingers held pussy lips open
so his right hand could guide his cock into her.
"That's not my asshole, bubba," Darlene teased.
"I thought maybe you'd like this as a preliminary."
"It's nice but if you keep it up too long, I'm liable to tense up
and it'll be harder."
"I don't think this thing can get any harder."
"Well pop it in my poop chute and let's see."
"So you want it here?"
"Yes, but grease it up first."
"What?" Dwayne asked mischievously, "This or this," first holding
up his hard cock and then touching Darlene's anus.
"Yes, that _AND_ that," she laughed. "Both."
"Next time I'll bring my grease gun."
Her body twitched with excitement. The thought was so nasty, the
idea of her husband putting a mechanical grease gun in her
bottom, of injecting her with...
"That might be faster but you're not working out of a flat rate
manual now," Darlene reminded her mechanic husband.
"You mean I won't get paid?"
"You'll get docked if you don't get to work."
"Yez, ma'am," he said, pushing a glob of jell up his wife's
bottom with his middle finger. He dipped three fingers into the
jar and spread the clear grease over the head of his prick. Then
he wrapped his pole in a fist and stroked a few times to spread
it evenly before he took aim at his target.
Darlene watched. She liked his cock. She strained, crunching
her abdominal muscles to try to tilt her bottom up enough that
she could see him enter her but women just aren't built that way.
But when she felt his cockhead press into her bottom, she pushed
out 'like you're trying to shit out a turd,' as Clarice and Lucy
had taught her. Her bottom opened up to her husband's
substantial cock. When he slid inside, she felt no pain at all.
"I don't want to hurt you," he told her seriously, stopping when
only the head of his prick was beyond her sphincter.
"Believe me, stud, it doesn't hurt. And it's much nicer than a
rubber dick. I feel so nice and full."
"Play with yourself," Dwayne growled as he eased in, amazed at
how tight she was, at how much pressure encased his prick, at
the slight burning sensation that stroking in and out caused.
"But I've already come twice."
"I like to see you play with yourself," he told her through
clenched teeth.
"And you like to watch me come, you pre-vert," Darlene giggled.
She was enjoying herself, willing her body to relax so there
would be no pain. And there wasn't. But she wasn't particularly
turned on and didn't feel the need or desire for another orgasm.
This was for her husband, after all.
"Damned right I like to watch," he groaned, closing his eyes so
he didn't even see her lightly caress her nipples just before
he blasted squirts of semen up into her colon.
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