SWNOVELS Chapter CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The Re-education
At twenty past eleven, Stanley escorted Iveta down the stairs, then he moved to the front window and peered out. From experience, he knew that the drive from the Ranch to his place was just over three hours, and hopefully, she, the girl would be here soon.
Iveta stood almost motionless, her only movement being to swivel her head and watch his every move.
Stanley saw a car pull up, then saw someone alight, the someone opening the gate and walking down the pathway. He grabbed Iveta’s hand and walked towards the front door, and when he heard the doorbell ring, he drew in a breath, then with his heart already racing, he opened the door. Initially he was disappointed, because he was hoping that the girl would dress a little more femininely, although she was as she had always been; tight black singlet and camouflage pants.
“Good evening Chester.”
“Evening Mister Stanley.”
Stanley led them into the front sitting room, and he noted that Iveta was staring at the girl.
Chester seemed unfazed by the stare, and she said, “Okay, so first up the rules; I am the property of Devil, and he is the only one who fucks me.”
Stanley blushed, surprised by the girl’s bluntness, yet he looked at her as she continued.
“Over the next three nights I will touch you, and when I do touch you, it’s gunna be in an instructional manner, and you will only touch me when I tell you to. We’ll need to show Iveta what sex is about, so in demonstrating, I will allow you to slip inside me, but you can’t blow in me. Are we clear on that?”
With images already blossoming in his mind, Stanley nodded.
“If I feel it will be helpful for your wife, I’ll allow or even encourage her to touch me, and I’ll caress her or even tickle her up if I believe it will help.”
Stanley was embarrassed about bringing this up, although he knew that he would only get the one opportunity to have a teacher at his disposal. Hesitantly, he asked, “You, I mean your type, Iveta’s type, can you still, you know …”
“Yes.” Chester replied knowingly. “I died, I was resurrected, but every part of my body works. I can see through my eyes, my legs help me to walk, I piss when my bladder is full, and when I’m stimulated, yes, I do orgasm.”
“Yes, well that’s good to know.” Stanley said sheepishly.
“Do you have a jacuzzi?”
“Yes, an outdoor one and also one in the ensuite off the main bedroom.”
“I remember that the main bedroom is massive, but have you got a DVD player in the main bedroom?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, let’s get this party started.”
Chester grabbed Iveta’s hand, and with an uncertain expression flowering over her face, Iveta turned to look at Stanley. “Mister S, hold her other hand, because she’s probably nervous about me grabbing her hand.”
Stanley held her right hand, and the trio walked up the stairs and into the main bedroom, and Chester gazed around and nodded, “Huge bed, a couch facing the TV, jacuzzi next door, perfect, although later on tonight we will need a table.”
“Arhhh, across the hall in the study, there are two large tables.”
“Cool, now I will want you to undress Mister S, but before you do, we should make the introductions.” Chester stated. She faced Iveta and pointed at her own chest as she said, “Chester.” Gazing at Stanley, she said, “Point at me and say my name.”
Stanley pointed and said, “Chester.”
Chester lightly tapped Iveta on the chest and said, “Iveta.” Then she pointed at Stanley and said, “Clinton.” She pointed at each of them again and said, “Chester … Iveta … Clinton.”
Chester stood next to Stanley and said, “Her eyes are alive, and that’s a good sign because she migh be understanding that we’re trying to teach her something. We’ll point and say the names together now, starting with me, her, you; you ready?”
“Yes.”
Together they pointed and said, “Chester … Iveta … Clinton.”
“Again,” Chester said, and they repeated, “Chester … Iveta … Clinton.”
“See her eyes Mister S, each time we point, she follows our fingers, and in the near future she will understand the sound of the syallables that are associated with our names. If you wanta speak to me or her, begin by saying the name, pause briefly, then speak, like this; Clinton … we shall begin. Okay?”
“Understood.”
Chester grabbed Iveta’s hand, and she saw the woman tense, so she gazed at Stanley and said, “Clinton … you must direct her to come with me.”
“Iveta … go with Chester.”
Iveta stared at him, glanced at the girl, then swung her gaze back to him.
Chester said, “Clinton … pat two separate spots on the couch, and say Chester, Iveta.”
Stanley patted the couch, “Chester … Iveta.”
Still holding her hand, Chester patted her spot and said, “Chester.” She sat down and patted the spot on her left and said, “Iveta.” Iveta looked at the couch and then looked at him. Chester said, “Clinton … direct her.”
Stanley patted the spot and said, “Iveta.”
Still glancing at him, Iveta sat cautiously. Chester smiled and said, “Iveta … good girl, good girl.”
Chester swung her gaze to Stanley and said, “Okay, let’s begin; strip off please.”
“Me?” Stanley asked shyly.
“No, I was talking to the Man in the Moon,” Chester replied blandly, “Of course you; get undressed.”
Feeling very timid, Stanley tarried. Having seen Chester’s boss naked more times than he cared to remember, he realised that the appendage he was about to reveal was inferior in every way when compared to Devils. All the same, to get from Point A to Point Make-My-Dreams-Come-True, the show would only start when the participants were ready. He discarded his clothes and faced them.
Chester pointed at herself then at Iveta as she said, “Chester and Iveta make Clinton very happy.”
She motioned to Stanley then said, “Come closer. We’ll blow you off first, then we’ll work on her.”
Stanley was pleasantly surprised that the Make-My-Dreams-Come-True activities were going to occur so quickly, and he bit his bottom lip as the girl cruised her hand up and down his right hip, then she motioned for Iveta to do the same as she said, “During this phase, I will touch you, because I need to show her what to do.”
Stanley wanted to blurt out, Great! Instead, he nodded shyly.
“I will show her what to do, and I’ve also brought a porno movie that we’ll watch.”
“A porno movie?”
“This one is a cheap and crappy movie, but it is a very good instructional guide. Two girls and a guy, and we’ll get in the same positions that the actors are in, and Iveta can watch me, and she’ll also see what the actors are doing, and then we’ll play it out.”
Chester slipped the disc into the DVD player, fast-forwarded it, then pressed pause. She stood side-on to Stanley as she coaxed Iveta to stand. Chester undid the zip, then pulled the dress over Iveta’s head. After dropping the dress to the ground, Chester neatened and tousled Iveta’s long hair, then she dropped to one knee as she slid the panties off. Iveta stood perfectly still, and Chester looked over her naked body and said quietly, “I can understand why you wanted her back Mister S.” She ran her hands over Iveta’s face and whispered, “Iveta is beautiful.” Iveta remained motionless, staring at the girl. Standing side-on to him, Chester slipped off her trainers then pulled the singlet off. Stanley bit his bottom lip as the camouflage pants slid down. Surprisingly (excitingly?) there was no need to remove panties, because she wasn’t wearing any. The girl was a visual delight, her brown skin seeming to glisten in the dull light. Her breasts were small yet shapely, her legs slender and athletic, and her buttocks were rounded. Stanley didn’t want to seem like he was staring at her, although he couldn’t help himself as he said meekly, “Gee, you’re in good shape.”
Chester turned to face him, and Stanley blushed as he saw that her groin was shaved. “I know.” Chester replied, then she said, “Okay Mister S, sit on the couch.”
Stanley sat down, and Chester helped Iveta sit on his right side, then she sat on his left side. Grabbing the remote control, she set the DVD into motion. On the screen, the girls sat on either side of the man, all of them undressed, the girls skimming their hands over his chest.
“Iveta … like this.” Chester said as she pointed to the screen and then skimmed her left hand over Stanley’s chest.
Iveta watched the screen, turned her attention to Chester’s roaming hand, then she skimmed her right hand lightly over his chest.
“Iveta … good girl,” Chester nodded enthusiastically, “Good girl.”
On the screen, the girl’s hands lowered to his thighs, and Chester did the same. “Iveta … like this.”
Iveta watched Chester, then skimmed her hand up the other thigh.
“Iveta … good girl, good girl.”
On the screen, the girls took turns stroking his growing erection, and Stanley gulped as Chester said, “Iveta … like this.”
Chester’s hands were small and smooth, and with her right breast squashing in against his left arm, Stanley achieved erection very quickly.
“Iveta … your turn.”
Chester handed the baton over, although Iveta stroked roughly, more like she was wanting to punish him rather than excite him, and Chester said, “Iveta … no, no, like this.”
The erection now back in the small, soft hands, and Chester ran up smoothly, tightening her grip as she ran it over the bulbous head of his penis, then relaxing as she skimmed it down again. Iveta wrapped her hand around the erection and did as instructed, and Stanley let his head flop back as he blew out a satisfied moan.
On the screen, the man stood, and the girls knelt before him.
“Okay, so we do the same as them.” Chester said. They all stood, and Chester knelt before him, then she encouraged Iveta to kneel next to her, Iveta positioned so that she could still see the screen. In the movie, one of the girls fed the erection into her mouth, and Chester pointed at the screen and said, “Iveta … like this.”
Stanley held his breath as Chester took him in her mouth, sucked down on his entire length, then drew back slowly. She turned to Iveta and said, “Iveta … watch, watch Chester.”
Stanley closed his eyes and sighed as the gorgeous little waif sucked him half a dozen times, then Chester said, “Iveta … your turn.”
Iveta, a study of concentration, sucked slowly yet purposefully, and then as the girls in the movie swapped positions again, Chester took over, although Stanley was succumbing to the pressure.
“Che-Chester, me, I, I …”
Chester gazed at him. “What?”
“I, I don’t think I’m far away.”
“Okay good. I want her to see what happens when it goes off, so she’ll stroke you until you blow.” Chester said as she paused the movie. She placed Iveta’s hand on the erection, and Iveta seemed to understand what was required.
Stanley groaned in complete abandonment as his resurrected wife led him to a powerful climax. In the tingling moments of the finale, he gazed at them, two naked women bringing him to orgasm, and even though the finale was exquistite, the thought spun in his mind; the women, the two naked women are Resurrected Beings …
“Iveta … good girl, good girl!” Chester said brightly.
Stanley gazed at the dark-skinned girl as the thought flitted through his mind; I can pay you five thousand dollars a day for the rest of your life … although as his gaze swung to his wife, he rocked back in surprise, because something had happened. The attentive eyes and the expressionless face had vanished, replaced by a sight to set his heart racing, because her pretty face was lit up with a shy smile, and her pale blue eyes softened, almost as if she knew that she had just given someone pleasure.
“Clean yourself up Mister S, and while you’re in there, run the jacuzzi.”
Stanley pondered, then muttered, “Ummm, your boss said that maybe water isn’t such a good idea at this stage.”
“Yeah, she may be hesitant, but I know what to do, so add a bathing foam or tonic and get the jacuzzi over-flowing with bubbles.”
While waiting for the Jacuzzi, Chester ran through the names again; “Chester, Iveta, Clinton.” Cheser was pleased as Iveta watched the pointed fingers, and she also looked at her lips every time she spoke.
They adjourned to the jacuzzi and Chester pointed at her chest and said, “Chester,” then pointed at Stanley, “Clinton,” then pointed at Iveta, “Iveta.” Then she nudged Stanley. “Your turn Mr S.”
Stanley pointed at each one as he said, “Clinton … Chester … Iveta.”
“Okay Mister S, she’s watching our lips and also hearing us, so now it’s time to see whether she’s actually understanding us.” Chester pointed at Iveta, herself, then Stanley, then she said encouragingly, “Iveta’s turn.”
Iveta seemed to be concentrating, and cautiously, she tapped her chest and said, “Iveta,” pointed at Chester and said, “Chester,” pointed at Stanley and said, “Clinton.”
“Iveta … good girl.” Chester smiled, then she pointed at the jacuzzi and said, “Chester … go in.”
Chester climbed into the jacuzzi, and Stanley felt his pulse racing as he looked at her flawless body disappearing into the bubbles.
Looking at Iveta, Chester pointed at herself, then said, “Chester … likes.” She gathered bubbles in her hands, then she ran her hands over her face, cooing, “Chester … likes.” She glanced at him and said, “Get in Mister S, and do the same as me.”
Stanley climbed in and ran bubbles over his face, then said, “Clinton … likes.”
“Mister S, direct her in, but get ready to comfort her, because when she feels the water, she might freak out.”
Stanley extended his hand and said, “Iveta … come in.”
Accepting the hand, Iveta began stepping in, although when she felt the water on her right foot, she pulled back immediately.
“Do the bubbles again Mister S, and keep talking to her.”
Stanley ran the bubbles over his face, and he said, “Clinton likes, Chester likes, Iveta come in.”
Chester stood to demonstrate her freedom of movement, then she sat, then stood again. “Iveta … come in.”
Cautiously, Iveta stepped in, and she shivered as the water reached above her knees, although with both Stanley and Chester encouraging her, she relaxed, and shortly after, she sat down.
“Iveta … good girl.” Chester smiled, then she gathered bubbles and rubbed them over Iveta’s face. “Join me Mister S, rub the bubbles on her face and her boobs.”
For two minutes, they caressed her, and Stanley gulped emotionally as he saw a delighted smile break across her face.
“Iveta … good girl, good girl, now watch me, Chester make Clinton happy.” Chester knelt in front of him and pushed through Stanley’s legs as she said, “Kissing Mister S, and make it slow and passionate.”
Iveta was more attractive than Chester, and her gorgeous body outshone Chester’s slim body in every way, although as Stanley fell into the passionate kiss, he envied Devil.
Chester pushed away and said, “Iveta make Clinton happy.”
Stanley welcomed his wife into an embrace, and he began a slow kiss, although Iveta pulled away to look at Chester, almost as if she was wanting confirmation that she was obeying the instruction.
“Iveta … very good, good girl Iveta, make Clinton happy.”
Iveta looked at him and asked shyly, “Clinton happy?”
Stanley had to bite his bottom lip as he looked at her, for a small smile parted her lips, and her eyes, they were shining. “Good girl Iveta, Clinton happy.”
“Jeez, she’s no dummy, because she’s picking everything up really quickly, so now it’s your turn to make Iveta happy.” Chester said as she faced Stanley.
“What do you want me to do?”
“She’s nice and relaxed now, so I’ll kiss her while you give her a tickle.”
“What, her vagina?”
“Jeez Mister S, make her happy, so yes.” Chester replied, then glancing at him, she said, “Tickle her up nice and slow, because she needs to understand that when her body explodes, you were the one who did it.”
“Yes, sure.”
“There’s an old wive’s tale, or actually, it’s probably more like an old pervert’s tale that says if you jack off a young male dog, the animal will then remain faithful to you forever. That rule applies here. She already sees you as her saviour, and if you become the one who provides her with pleasure, the awakening giant that is her mind will see you as the centre of her whole world.”
Chester settled on Iveta’s left, and she began a slow kiss, and Stanley sat on her right, running his hands up her thighs, then the inside of her thighs, until he began stroking delicately. At first touch, Iveta pulled out of the kiss and looked at him, although Chester gained her attention and said soothingly, “Clinton … make Iveta happy.”
Chester could feel her squirming uncertainly in the kiss, and she felt her tense, then Iveta swung her head away from her as she began to pant. “Iveta, good girl, good girl …”
Stanley produced the orgasm, and he reflected that Iveta’s reaction was exactly the same as it had always been; timid pants and closed-eyed submissivness trekking with her on the journey.
As Iveta wound down, Chester asked quietly, “Iveta happy?”
Blowing out timidly, she glanced at Stanley then turned to Chester as she said, “Iveta happy.”
“Okay, so there’s only one person who hasn’t blown tonight,” Chester began, “So can I borrow her for a minute?”
“Certainly.”
“Iveta … can Iveta make Chester happy?”
Iveta seemed unsure, and she gazed at Stanley.
“You’ll need to direct her Mister S, tell her to make me happy.”
“Yes,” he said quickly, “Good girl, Iveta make Chester happy.”
Everybody was happy as Iveta pushed into Chester and began a kiss. Chester swivelled Iveta around so that they were sitting side-on, and she ventured into the kiss again as she fondled Iveta’s left breast. Chester closed her eyes as the kiss got serious, and Iveta did the same, and tentatively, Iveta reached for Chester’s right breast.
Stanley couldn’t believe he was watching this, two attractive women locked in a passionate kiss, and he wanted to be a part of it, although he sat back as Chester guided Iveta’s right hand under the water and whispered, “Iveta … like this.” Both Iveta and Chester’s arms were in motion, but Chester slowed occasionally and said, “Iveta, here, like this.” The leading arm and the guiding arm in motion again, the guiding arm pausing and redirecting, the guiding arm then swinging out to grip the edge of the jacuzzi, although the leading arm obviously straying from the intended destination, and the guiding arm dove back in again, and Stanley wished that he had one of those underwater cameras as Chester moaned, “Iveta, he-here, like this.” The leading arm now in a slow, deliberate motion, and after well-spent moments of instruction, the guiding arm cruised towards the surface, and the guiding arm then began a slow, stuttered skim up the leading arm as Chester wheezed out, “Good girl Iveta, good … ohhh, jeez baby … good girl.”
Stanley watched as the girl’s face creased in helplessness, and he lived every single one of her stuttered yet dramatic squeals.
Seemingly confused by the girl’s reactions, Iveta asked uncertainly, “Chester happy?”
Chester puffed out, then she nodded and smiled as she said affectionately, “Iveta make Chester very happy.”
Chester lolled her head back, and after drawing in a large breath, Chester said, “Hooo, fuck me, let’s dry off and have a drink.”
“What, alcohol?”
“Yeah, I saw that you got champagne, so open it.”
“Is, is alcohol alright for Iveta at this stage?”
Iveta heard her name, and she said quietly, “Iveta happy.”
Chester kissed her on the cheek and said, “Good girl Iveta, good girl.” She faced Stanley and said, “We’re not gunna get her pissed, we’ll just have one or two glasses each.”
Stanley opened the champagne, and they shared a drink, Chester occasionally kissing and caressing Iveta. Stanley obeyed Chester’s no touching rule, although he desperately wanted to caress her, or have her touch him again.
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Chester pulled away from Iveta, then glanced at Stanley as she said, “Okay, time for round two, time to get rumbling.”
“Rumbling?”
“You Mister S, are gunna rumble your wife.”
“What do you mean by rumble?”
“Up at the Ranch we call having sex rumbling, so your wife is just about to get rumbled.”
They sat on the couch and Chester pushed play on the remote. “Iveta … look.”
Stanley sucked his bottom lip as he looked at the action on the screen; the two women sitting back on the couch with their legs spread, the man slipping into one of the girls for a few moments, then moving over to the other.
“Stand Mister S.”
He stood quickly and faced them.
Chester guided Iveta’s hand to his penis, and because of the gentle attention, and also because of what might lay ahead, he erected quickly.
Chester pointed at his erection and said, “Penis.” Iveta looked at her, and Chester pointed again and said, “Penis.” Iveta stroked slowly and said, “Penis.”
Chester rewound the DVD to the point where both women sat back in the couch with their legs spread. “Iveta … look.”
Iveta looked at the screen, then she saw Chester slump into the couch, her neck at the back base of the couch, her buttocks resting on the front edge of the cushion.
Chester encouraged Iveta to lay back, then Chester splayed her legs open as she said, “Iveta … do this, like Chester.”
Stanley felt his brow pounding as he stared at them, knowing that this was a vision he wouldn’t forget quickly.
“Mister S, slip him in.”
“Ummm, in you?” he asked timidly.
“Yeah, we need her to watch what happens, so in and out real slow.”
Shivering with anticipation, Stanley guided himself into Chester, and he closed his eyes as he pushed, trying to make it real slow, because he wanted this experience to linger.
Obviously, Chester didn’t quite share the significance of the event, for she faced Iveta and said, “Penis gone.”
Iveta pushed up and stared at the action around Chester’s groin area, and Stanley tried to reign himself in, although he was struggling, because the girl, the occasion, everything was overwhelming him.
“Pull it out Mister S.”
Damn …
He withdrew and Chester pointed at the erection and said, “Penis.”
Iveta looked at his groin, and Chester said, “Slip him back in.”
Thank-you, thank-you …
Stanley pushed gently as Chester accepted the erection, then she declared, “Penis gone!”
Iveta stared in fascination, then Chester said, “Iveta’s turn.”
In the groove, in the rhythm, in the moment, in the girl, Stanley frowned, then slowly withdrew.
“Slip her in Mister S, and go slow. We need her to understand what’s happening.”
Stanley shuffled across and reverently guided himself in to Iveta, and Chester leant over and shrugged her shoulders as she asked, “Penis?”
Iveta rocked with the subtle movements, then she propped herself up on her elbows, looked down, then turned to Chester as she said, “Penis gone.”
Chester delicately stroked her face, then said, “Get rumbling Mister S, take this one home.”