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.
x - men +++ xx
+ - women + + xx
+ + x x
+ + x x
+ +x x
+ x+ x
+ x + x
x + x + x
x x + x ++x
x x+ x +x
x + xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx +
totally totally
homosexual heterosexual
"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
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.
