Chapter Nine -- Self Pleasurbation 101
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Kaitlyn giggled, hissing through gritted teeth
as she dipped her fingers in more 'pussy cream' from a jar Laura carried back
from the massage rooms.
"I don't really need it after my massage," Laura told her roommates as she
speeded up the strumming of her clit. "I can't remember ever getting off more
than once in a day."
"I'm used to using a vibrator when I really want to get off quick," Darlene told
the group. "Ever use one, Katy?"
"No... oh, shit."
"No profanity, young lady."
"It's OK during sex," Katy panted. "Clarice, shit, said, damn, that... oh,
fuck.OOh, oh OOOOO!"
"Me tooooooo," Laura squealed, her own orgasm set off by the pregnant teenager's
words and thrusting pelvis and the whole scene being played out on the facing
sofas.
"I want to make it last," Darlene sighed, slowly stroking her pussy with her
right hand. "Since they found out that they can make me cum quick and then keep
on cumming, they just get me off quick and then keep me popping again and again.
It's exhausting and I'm actually not enjoying the sex part of the massage any
more. Multiple orgasms are great in theory and yesterday was pretty neat, but
tonight, geesh. I don't think I want to cum again tonight but if I do, it's
going to be one big one."
"I wish I could do this all night," Katy sighed, frigging her pussy again as she
wallowed around on the soft leather-upholstered sectional sofa.
"We'd better stop having fun and write our papers," Laura said, having recovered
from her orgasm. "We don't want to get in too much trouble." She sat down at a
desk and picked up a pen.
You wanted to know how I feel and in one word, I feel WONDERFUL. I don't really
remember my last orgasm because it was so long ago that I had my last one. I
thought that it was just because I was getting older. Thanks, Clarice. Thanks
for being older than I am and setting an example.
So how did it feel to masturbate in front of everyone else? I was embarrassed
but hot at the same time. I think I may be starting an early menopause.
I had to think of my husband. William's a dear. He supported the kids and me,
and put up with my moods and, well, just me. He put up with my excuses about
headaches and every other excuse for not having sex. I guess he just gave up.
And so did I. Until I got here.
I guess I need to say something about being naked because I need to fill two
pages and I haven't even finished one. I know I'm fat and out of shape. Being
naked in front of everybody was humiliating and it still is but everybody is so
excepting (or is it accepting?) of me just as I am. Bernadette was so sweet when
she masturbated me. She said that I made her hot and bothered although she
wasn't lesbian and her saying that helped me along. And her--I guess you'd say
technique--was perfect for me, bringing me up a little at a time until I
couldn't help myself. I didn't want to have an orgasm even though I was getting
very excited. I fought it because it was...
Once she got started writing, Laura didn't want to stop. She put down every
detail of her experiences with Bern and then Nicole, ending with almost three
pages about exciting herself. When she put her pen down, the turned out the
light in her corner of the room and went to sleep, feeling satisfied and 'just
plain wonderful.'
Things started much slower in the room with the single women. There were far
more inhibitions residing there. Debbie finally just took charge. "OK, now we
are all going to play with our love buttons together," she snapped at Jennifer,
Maria, and Wendy. "No buts. No more excuses. No more delays. Just plop down and
spread your thighs and get to work."
"I just can't," Maria wept.
"You can and you will," Debbie snarled. Then, more lightly, she added, "Hey,
guys. This doesn't hurt."
"But it's so.demeaning," Maria objected.
"Bull shit! Why in the world can't you just do it? Just get some baby oil and
rub it in. Hey, you want me to do it for you?"
"No! It was bad enough having those other women touching me like that down
there."
"Didn't you enjoy it?" Debbie asked seriously.
"No! Well, yes, but."
"She's afraid she's becoming a lesbian, I bet," Wendy ventured.
"I am _NOT_!"
"I didn't say you were becoming a lesbian," Wendy told her angrily. "I said that
that's what you're afraid of. Right?"
"I am _NOT_ afraid," Maria insisted in a pout. "It's just wrong."
"Well, I'm going to do it," Debbie told the others, pouring baby oil in her hand
and starting to stroke between her labia. "I don't want a spanking or whatever
other punishment they can dish out so I'm going to do my half hour starting
now."
"Me, too, I guess," Wendy decided aloud, imitating Debbie but with less
enthusiasm.
Jennifer, the quietest in the group, didn't say anything, but she also squeezed
baby oil on her right hand. She closed her eyes as she started touching herself,
trying to be careful to avoid her clit so she wouldn't become excited and
embarrass herself even more in front of the others. She found it hard to keep
from being aroused. And then, after fifteen minutes, it was impossible. She
tried to stifle her panting and groans, and closed her eyes as if that would
prevent the others from seeing that she was there. And there. And.. she couldn't
cum. Her body just wouldn't release, wouldn't let her go over the top.
When she opened her eyes, everyone else was gone to their own little area,
Debbie and Wendy to their desks and Maria to her bed. Feeling frustrated with
herself and her inhibitions, she sat down to write her essay.
-=*=-
"Well, did anybody have any trouble with your assignment?" Clarice asked.
"I did," Jennifer blurted out, then immediately blushed and curled into a fetal
position, trying to hide herself.
"Who else?"
Debbie and Wendy stared at Maria but said nothing. Darlene offered, "I was just
so exhausted that I didn't have an orgasm. I didn't really want or need another
one, though. It just kind of felt good."
"But you did write two pages and then some. Good. All right, let's pick on
Jennifer and Darlene for now. Just remember that the rest of you will get your
turn. So, Jennifer, tell us about your masturbatory experience."
"It was embarrassing."
"Did it feel good to touch yourself?"
"A little."
"OK, gals," Clarice laughed. "Loosen up. Everybody oil up your fingers and let's
practice a little self pleasure starting right now." To set the example, Clarice
picked up a bottle of baby oil and lubed herself, gently stroking between her
labia.
"I'm going to use the pussy cream," Kaitlyn giggled, producing the jar and
scooping some out. Then she passed it to Darlene.
"Woooa!" Clarice exclaimed. "You're not using that, are you?"
"Yes," Darlene answered.
"Where did you get it?" Clarice demanded sternly.
"I brought it back from, well, you know, from my massage," Laura replied. "It
says 'pussy cream' and it does feel good."
"But, it's.." Clarice smiled and sighed. "Darlene, don't use that stuff unless
you want to grow hair on your chest and face. Just use baby oil or K-Y to
practice your self-pleasuring. I'll be right back."
The older woman walked briskly from the room leaving everyone puzzled and
Kaitlyn afraid that she had committed some terrible sin. Clarice was back in a
minute with a clipboard, noting that Maria wasn't participating in the
self-pleasure exercise as instructed.
"OK, ladies. I guess I have to let you in on one of our secrets a lot earlier
than usual. We don't usually tell you about this until you're juniors but I'd
better clue you in now. Who can tell me what our sex hormones are?"
"Estrogen," Kim replied. "And proges.. progesterin?"
"Progesterone," Clarice replied. "Any others?" When no one else ventured a
guess, Clarice went on, "There are two other important ones; oxytocin and
testosterone."
"Testosterone is male hormone," Kim said firmly.
"Yes, but women need some, too. In fact, a shortage of testosterone in women is
one reason for a lack of sexual desire. So, who can guess what a normal lab'
reading for testosterone in a woman might be? Nobody? Well, I'm no expert on
medical things but I can read numbers and these lab slips tell me the normal
range is .30 to .50. That's the middle of the bell curve, so to speak. There's
no worry if you're between about .35 and .60. Does anybody want to know what
your reading were?"
Nobody spoke, so Clarice went on, "I said I was going to pick on you two first,
so I will. Jennifer, what do you suppose your reading was? High, low, or
middle?"
"I don't know," she shrugged.
"Guess."
"I really don't know. Middle, I guess."
"You're right, but it's the high side of middle at .49. Most women with that
level are considered highly sexed. All your other hormones are within the norms,
too. I'm a little surprised that it wasn't easy for you to have an orgasm."
"It was," she said shyly. "I just, well, nobody else was even doing it right and
I tried to not touch myself there so I wouldn't get, you know... I didn't want
to cum if nobody else was going to."
"Lecture time," Clarice laughed. "What I would have done is flaunt it. I'd have
spread myself, gone after my big O, and let everybody else suffer on their own.
Jennifer, you are you and nobody else is you. Their numbers are different on
these slips and their reactions, horniness index, desires, whatever, will always
be different. So, do what you want to do, and just have fun, OK?"
Jennifer just shrugged. And blushed.
"Did you cum?" Clarice whispered with a smile.
"Yeah," Jennifer whispered back, giggling and blushing even more deeply.
"Good," Clarice whispered. Then she turned to Darlene. "What do you suppose the
numbers told me about you?"
"That I'm a horn dog," Darlene laughed. "I've always been highly sexed and it
drove my poor husband nuts."
"Bingo!" Clarice chuckled. "So? What number?"
"High, like Jennifer."
"It's high, all right," Clarice told her. "But a lot higher than Jennifer. The
99th percentile for women, and almost to the low end of normal for a man. A
reading that high usually means that you have some problems with facial hair and
such too. True?"
"Yes, I have to pluck and bleach a lot."
"But all your hormone levels are high. Estrogen in the ninety-eighth percentile,
oxytocin in the 95th, and progesteronein the 88th percentile. That means many
things. Your strength will go up quickly when you exercise but you'll probably
never be able to lose the last layer of fat to give you a six-pack tummy. You'll
always have feminine curves and you'll probably always be highly sexed. We're
going to help you work out how to cope with that without driving your husband
nuts."
"And ending up with twelve kids," Darlene laughed. "So this stuff has
testosterone in it?" she asked, holding up the jar of cream.
"Two percent plus one percent estrogen and natural progesterone. It's a
prescription formula that's specially prepared for us. We also have a
one-percent and neutral formulations of testosterone plus special estrogen and
progesterone preparations. Now who do you suppose needed some of this stuff?"
Clarice then asked.
"Me?" Laura offered.
"Bingo again," Clarice laughed. "Your lack of desire and the difficulty you've
had getting aroused is largely due to hormonal imbalance. Your testosterone
level was only point one seven, which is severely deficient. Your estrogen level
is a little below the median but still normal, but your progesterone level is
very low. I can't tell you how long you've been that low, but I'd be willing to
bet that when it dropped, your desire dropped too."
"And that'd be about twenty years ago, the same time I started putting on
weight."
"So the two-percent cream is for you. We were going to use it for a couple of
weeks and then take another blood test to see if your blood levels were closer
to the normal range. If they weren't, we were going to send you to a doctor for
prescription pills or suppositories. I don't think you'll have any problem based
on Bern's report. You absorbed enough to orgasm. That's one advantage of putting
the stuff right on your genitals."
"So let's see where the rest of you ranked. Maria, a bit on the low side and
your progesterone and oxytocin are a little out of range, too. Kaitlyn, just a
bit higher than average but in the normal range. Debbie, a bit low so you're
getting one-percent cream with some estrogen, too. So here's the deal. The
yellow label is for Laura only unless you want to make yourself extra horny, in
which case I guess Maria or Debbie could try it too. We sometimes experiment a
bit but too much testosterone can cause male sexual attributes to become
prominent. There isn't enough in the cream to give you a beard unless your
testosterone is already overly high like Darlene's. Now, the light green is
labeled cream is..."
Clarice spent the next fifteen minutes explaining their program. Based on GWU's
experience, most women near the normal range got their hormones pretty much in
balance with good diet and exercise. In extreme cases like Laura, they started
medicating immediately and recommended a good doctor for follow-up care.
"So now we're way behind," Clarice sighed. "Let's take a potty break and get
together next door in, say, fifteen minutes?"
Once they were back together with their refreshments, Clarice got on with the
class that she had planned -- sexual aids, especially vibrators. "If you have
trouble getting off, these are great. The big problem is that the stimulation is
so powerful that you can get fixated on them and can't get off any other way. So
use them once in a while when you're in a hurry or just want to pop off quick to
relieve tension, OK?"
"And now we have to take care of a little discipline problem," Clarice grinned
wickedly. "Maria, did you diddle your clit last night in front of everybody?"
"Stay away from me!" Maria shrieked.
"No way. We're trying to teach you to be sensitive to your sexual needs. And my
part is your physical sexuality. Since you wouldn't.. Stop right there!"
Maria bolted for the door, only to be captured by Tina. The Latino girl fought
hard but was overcome when Tina, Clarice, and her roommates all ganged up on
her. She soon wore a wide leather belt locked around her waist with a Joni's
Butterfly vibrator held against her mound by a strap between her legs. Cuffs
secured her wrists to the side of the belt.
Everyone's mission was now keeping Maria horny but not letting her reach orgasm
until she begged to masturbate publicly. The rest of the freshmen delighted in
teasing her. They even snuck in a few swipes of the testosterone cream.
Actually, quite a few. Lots of the cream was massaged well into the poor girl's
genitals.
That night, they compared notes and examined each other closely, remembering
Clarice's description of the effects of a high testosterone level. Darlene was
the center of attention and everyone saw that her clitoris really was enlarged
compared to the other clit's in the room. It was the size of a fingertip rather
than a tiny pencil eraser.
Even keeping her horny all day didn't induce Maria to public masturbation.. but
tickle torture did. Debbie discovered that the Latino girl was terribly
ticklish. After dinner, the other seven freshmen surrounded Maria and gave her a
choice -- self-pleasure or tickle torture. Under that threat, Maria felt that
she had no choice.
All the freshmen had a good time before they went to bed, especially since they
had no written homework. Homework consisted of using dildos to increase the
flexibility of their vaginas and vibrators to increase the sensitivity of their
clitorises. Everyone completed their assignments... even Maria.
-=*=-
Thursday was fun for everyone. The dress code consisted of strap-on vibrators,
the kind that fit over the mons to provide constant stimulation -- Joni's
Butterfly, 'the button', and similar devices. The staff provided a constant
supply of fresh batteries.
Clarice delivered her lectures and led discussions on sex toys. She introduced
ben-wa balls and some exotic Japanese vibrators.
The freshmen spent their evening experimenting with self-pleasure and sex toys,
then, again, writing about their feelings. It was getting easier. Maria wrote a
long essay, admitting to herself that being forced to pleasure herself was, by
itself, a special 'kink' that added intensity to her orgasms.
