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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 Nineteen
Get Ready for a Weekend Pass
Clarice brought donuts, milk, and coffee for breakfast at sunrise
the next morning. Everyone had to visit the outhouse, then wash
their hands in the spillway below the dam to prevent polluting
the lake.
Clarice assigned a few tasks as she led a short discussion that
morning. When she was gone, they were free for the day to do
whatever they wanted. No one had to be told to exercise. After
six weeks of vigorous physical conditioning every day, they all
craved a heart-thumping workout at least once. No one doubted
that they would be punished if they didn't finish the essays on
their feelings and plans and hopes but there was no pressure to
complete the assignments.
They swam and soaked and masturbated and read and wrote and made
love, thoroughly enjoying the break. Each came to the desired
conclusions, that trying to be 'super woman' could only be
sustained for so long and that they all needed a break once in
a while to recharge themselves. The alternatives, anger,
depression, fatigue, and such, simply weren't acceptable.
The schedule didn't say 'silent' for Thursday so lots of one-on-
one and small group discussions spontaneously occurred throughout
the day about so many topics that no one could keep track of
them. In many cases, they were about odd things.
"Ever just watch bees?" Kaitlyn asked Debbie as both lay on their
bellies in the clover.
"No," Debbie admitted, looking up from her book.
"Watch. You can actually see what bee lines are." Together,
they watched, noting that the bees must be coming from and going
to at least two hives, noting patterns in the flight paths. They
didn't even flinch when the insects checked their ears for nectar
or pollen.
--==*==--
"That book must really be hot," Laura teased Maria, finding the
young woman furiously stroking her clitoris with her right hand
as she held her book in the left.
Maria immediately dropped the book and tried to cover her nudity
with her hands. Then she laughed. "I still can't get, well,
uninhibited," the girl giggled bashfully, thinking that she had
picked a place far enough from the cabin for privacy.
"You were just being completely uninhibited," Laura told her.
"It's not wrong to want privacy. They made us do things in front
of each other to find out if we're exhibitionistic, if we get
more turned on with people watching. You and I don't, but I
think Darlene, Jennifer, and Katy get a charge out of it. I bet
you stifle your orgasms when somebody's watching, even one of us,
but when you're alone, ker-POW! Am I right?"
"Yes, sometimes," Maria admitted.
"Then I'll leave you alone unless you'd like some help."
"No, thanks," Maria blushed.
"Didn't think so," Laura laughed. "I'll go find somebody else's
pussy to lick."
"You don't think that I'm weird because I, well.."
"No!" Laura laughed. "You're probably more normal than any of
the rest of us. You're you and I'm me. Think about that for
a while and you'll discover how true it is."
"Thanks," Maria told her. Then she added, "I really do love you,
you know. I just don't want to make love to you."
"I know. See you later."
--==*==--
"I can't believe I'm such a pervert," Kim said aloud as she
emptied the footlocker on the cabin floor.
"What makes you say that?" Darlene asked, licking her fingers
before she began to stroke herself again.
"Because I want something up my butt."
"I wouldn't mind that myself," Darlene told the tiny AmerAsian
woman. "I'm ready to tell Clarice I want to go back to the main
buildings so I can take advantage of the kinky stuff."
"Now you're talking," Kim laughed. "Never in a million years
would I have admitted that I actually liked a butt plug until
right now when I don't have one and I'm reading a book that talks
about anal.. ah, what the fuck, ass fucking and damn it, I want
something up my poop chute while I frig myself."
"Come here," Darlene said, reaching out.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Come here and find out," Darlene told the woman, pushing a
finger into her pussy. Kim joined her on the sleeping bags and
they began to kiss but soon twirled into a 69 position, wetting a
finger in a convenient pussy and pushing it up a bottom while
licking the nearest clit', alternating orgasms until they were
both exhausted.
--==*==--
A huge cooler filled with Chef's salad arrived for lunch along
with an insulated container for warm rolls and jugs of iced tea.
There were still cans of soda in another cooler from the night
before. Clarice was the first to serve herself and she sat down
in the clover to eat, waving the flies away from her dressing
between bites. Kim was the first one to speak up, telling
Clarice, "I'm ready to go back."
"Just pick up your things and take them with you. The sleeping
bags go in the canvas bags by the back door in the laundry so
they can be dry cleaned. The pads go in the shed behind the
gym."
Right after lunch, Kim and Darlene rolled up their things and
walked back to the main complex feeling refreshed. They talked
some more as they walked. "I've always been what I guess you'd
call 'highly sexed'," Darlene said. "And I'm getting off on
everything, even the kinky stuff. Actually, especially the
kinky stuff."
"I'm looking forward to next week," Kim replied. "I know that
the spankings are supposed to be for punishment and they do hurt
but I'll be damned if I don't get hot after a spanking. For me,
the real punishment is to not get off right then and there."
"I'm not much for spanking but I bet I get off on bondage. Being
helpless is a real turn-on for me."
"And getting it up the butt," Kim snickered. "I don't know if
I'll like anal intercourse but I like the full feeling of having
something just be back there. Something small and nice. That
last plug was too much. It hurt."
"It's having it just sit there that bothers me," Darlene told
Kim. "I want the thrusting. Dwayne and I tried it years ago
and it hurt too much but I want to try again as soon as they let
us get together again. I bet I like it now."
"Especially if you diddle yourself while he does it, right?"
"Of course," Darlene laughed. "He loves it when I play with
myself. He says it takes the pressure off of him."
"But you're the champion of pussy pressure," Kim told her.
"Not that kind."
"I know. I was just kidding."
"I know that too, you pervert. Wanna make out when we get back?"
"Right after I find a butt plug and some grease."
--==*==--
By late Thursday afternoon, only two women were left at the
cabin. Maria wasn't ready to go back. "Do you want to be by
yourself or would you like some company?" Laura had asked.
"I'd be scared to death out here all night alone," Maria
shivered, just thinking about it.
They slept together, huddled in each other's arms. It was
completely nonsexual but something they both needed, especially
when a violent thunderstorm blew through just before sunset.
They clung together, tensing with each clap of thunder, talking
about kids and being brave for them during storms. When the
lightning and thunder had passed, they went out to sit in the
warm, steady rain and watch the storm move on. The lightning
in the distance was more beautiful than a fireworks display.
Someone brought breakfast for two at day break, leaving it in
the cabin before the pair woke up. After they ate, they went
down to the lake to bathe under the spillway, both feeling
naughty as they peed in the stream before taking a swim in the
little lake.
"I guess it's time to go back," Maria sighed. "I'm still kind
of mixed up. I hate everything, making love with women, touching
myself with other people around, putting things in my body or
having it done to me, and getting spanked, and everything. But
it's like I.. Well, I hated regular school, too. Learning to
read was a pain but now I read all the time and enjoy it. So I
guess learning about sex is like that. Maybe if I learn it, I'll
start to enjoy it."
"If you don't, so what? Just pick a guy who likes his sex simple
and straight," Laura laughed as they walked back up the hill
holding hands. "Or switch to my pussy cream." It was still
early morning.
--==*==--
With Clarice's permission, the students who went back early
explored more of the school's grounds and facilities. They saw
the storage rooms full of sexy clothing and sex toys and the
security room where they found out that miniature cameras had
watched their retreat. An infrared camera inside the cabin even
let them see what was going on in the dark. "We had a woman
break her ankle a number of years ago," Tina explained, back from
her Army Reserve duty to take over a new class of freshmen. "And
the women who went to get help got lost on the paths. It took
far too long to get help there so now we keep a closer eye on
things."
"Do you watch everything?" Kim asked.
"Pretty much," Tina replied.
"So when I left that first night..."
"Gwen had already been alerted before you were out of the
building."
"And when Darlene escaped?"
"We planned it."
"Is everything planned?"
"Not quite," Tina laughed. "You guys really threw Clarice when
the pussy cream showed up in your room. It's yes and no.
There's a program outline but it's constantly modified depending
on how things go. As a group, you guys are pretty tough. There
have been times when all that's happened for the first week is
hugging to keep kids from freaking out. There have been students
who needed professional counseling one-on-one when we found out
that they'd been raped or abused when they were little."
"By now, you know that everybody's different," Tina grinned. "But
in some ways, we're all the same. We each have a clitoris, two
breasts, one mouth with a tongue, two ears, and such. And to
some extent, we all have similar feelings and fears. Everybody
needs to recharge. The retreat is part of the program.
Sometimes it lasts longer. Sometimes it's over in a day. But
it's always there sometime between the fourth and seventh week.
When you get stressed out, remember it."
"I can't believe I wanted to leave," Kim said then. "Well,
actually, I can believe I wanted to but I'm glad I came back."
"So are we," Tina grinned. "And we'd love to have you back as
a staff member someday. And before you graduate, you'll hear
about our graduate programs. The retreat house is open for
recharging your batteries with or without your husband when the
school's not using it. Same with the cabins and such."
"That worries me," Kim admitted. "After, I mean. Everybody else
talks about how great it is with their husbands now but when I
get with Roger on the weekends, he's so selfish. I mean, I get
off but only with my fingers. It's like he wants a slave. He
doesn't care about me at all, just himself."
"Let's hope that changes," Tina told her sympathetically, giving
her a hug.
--==*==--
"It's midcourse final time," Clarice told them seriously. "So
let's review your progress. Whom shall I start with? Nobody
likes being judged, especially in front of a group, in this case,
a group of nude women. Shall we draw numbers?" Clarice took the
ace through eight of diamonds from a deck of playing cards and
shuffled them together, then presented them to the women,
starting with Kaitlyn. She happily turned the card around to
show the seven.
Jennifer ended up with the ace. She expected a lot of criticism
but was pleased when Clarice congratulated her. She was passing
everything. Her strength and stamina were up, she easily took
penis-sized objects in her bottom, and she was orgasmic. Her PC
muscle stamina was improving satisfactorily and she was learning
her lessons in communications well. "All in all, you're super,"
Clarice said with a smile. "You've earned a three day pass."
In fact, they all earned a pass, which Clarice explained was
military style, starting on Friday night and ending "at oh-dark
hundred Monday morning, although we would prefer you sign back in
by midnight Sunday night when the new freshmen arrive."
"Now, Good Wife University owns a couple of time-shares in
Virginia Beach. One has been set aside for you and your family,"
Clarice said, nodding toward Darlene. "Dwayne and the kids will
meet you there. It's a four-bedroom townhouse just a few blocks
from the beach. You'll ride up with one of our graduating
seniors whose husband has to work late. Now, you'll have to
hurry and pack if you want to meet them before suppertime. And
Darlene, you will be graded on what you take."
Darlene blushed, remembering classes on what men liked. But how
could she wear such things in front of her children? Lucy took
her to a storeroom filled with clothes and suitcases so she could
pack.
"Now, the rest of you will be sharing a lodge. It has eight
bedrooms off a big common area. I think you'll like it. And now
for some rules and guidelines," Clarice told them all. "First,
for you single ladies, remember your morals. I encourage you to
seek male companionship but virgins should remain virgins.
Remember your lessons."
Maria smiled. 'Yeah, I remember Clarice's rules for single
women.' Maria had come close to losing her virginity with
several boys after some tongue kissing that got her excited so
she was barely in control. And if it had happened, she would
never have even seen the penis that would have penetrated her.
Rule one: Know thy penis. Feel it. Stroke it. Look at it.
Rule two: Keep your pants on if his are off; make sure his are
on if yours are off. Rule three: Feel before you taste; taste
before your fuck. Rule four: Orgasms count, yours as well as
his; if his interest is gone once he comes, he's gone. And
soon. She wasn't sure she even wanted a guy for the weekend.
Maybe she would just relax and continue recharging herself so
she could endure the last six weeks.
"And the same goes for you married students," Clarice reminded
them. "You will all be graded on how much you've learned."
'A lady in public, a cook in the kitchen, and a whore the rest
of the time,' Kim thought. 'But where does slave come in?'
"All of you can now accept a cock in your backside with little
or no pain. But that's not required, this weekend or any other
time, if you have moral or other objections," Clarice went on.
"If you like it, go for it. If your husband likes it and you
don't mind, likewise. At least try it. But don't let him rape
you. Your body is still your body."
"I don't get it," Laura spoke up. "First you say we should
always be available to our husbands for sex and then you say 'no
rape' and 'your body is your body'. I just don't get it."
"I see you could use a little more education and contemplation,"
Clarice smiled. "There's a fine line you have to draw sometimes
but there are limits. What we've tried to teach is to not
withhold sex to manipulate your husband. But that doesn't mean
that you always have to do what he wants when he wants. If he's
in the mood for a long session and you're just plain pooped, tell
him. Let him know that a quickie to get him off will be fine
because you're too tired to really enjoy it. Give him a rain
check for that long session.
"But if you're in the mood for some really great sex and all
he wants is a quickie, demand a rain check with a specific date
and time. Make a date, something to look forward to, to prepare
for, to really enjoy. While I encourage all of you to try anal
sex, it's something you have to prepare for or it'll hurt. Give
it a try if you can but don't let yourself be coerced or forced
into it when you're not ready. Give him a great hand job and be
ready the next time. Now off to get packed, you guys."
"Ma'am, I really don't feel like..." Jennifer began.
"No backing out," Clarice told her. "You can turn down every guy
on the beach but you have to go. It's part of the program. Now
git!"
In the clothing storeroom, Jennifer found the big and tall
section. For the trip, she picked out a bikini and pulled a
baggy T-shirt over it plus a pair of modest shorts. Conscious
that she would be graded on her selections, she packed for the
weekend and carried the garment bag out to the van. Red helped
put the case in the back of the van and climbed into the driver's
seat with Clarice in the passenger seat. As usual, Clarice oozed
sex even at 52, wearing a structured halter to support her
breasts and shorts plus high heeled cork wedgies on her feet.
Wendy wore a cute sundress with a bikini underneath. Maria chose
modest shorts and a tank top. Debbie looked sluttish in 'Daisy
Dukes' and a halter-style bikini top that barely covered her
nipples. Kim wore Spandex short-shorts and an exercise top.
Kaitlyn looked darling in a terry romper. Everyone wondered
what she wore underneath. So would Bruce, Katy knew.
Laura ended up wearing a scooter skirt and a sleeveless blouse,
hoping she didn't look like a fat old lady trying to be sexy.
She had seen other women who were too big and too old trying to
look like youngsters and she hated the look.
Red put the van in 'DRIVE' and they were off to Virginia Beach.
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