Total Woman Trainers Ch 07

*** Prologue from Total Woman Trainers, Ch. 04, Catalina's Recruitment ***

And so, as the months had just seemed to melt away, it was graduation day at the community college. Kitti received her Associate's Degree and her joyful parents took cap and gown pictures, met her friend Candy and asked her to join them in celebrating the happy event. The family dinner was the right time for Kitti to divulge her good fortune at attaining a two year fully paid scholarship at another campus.

Her cash strapped parents were delighted with the news. That would free up resources for the younger siblings' educations. There were hugs all around and tear-filled farewells and then Kitti waved goodbye to her old life as her family drove away.

Candy and Kitti packed up for their impending move to their designated TWA campus. Despite Ned restocking the stash twice, they were each down to two remaining pairs of the classy panties. Ned arrived to escort them and they entered the backseat of the limousine for the journey. The girls were bubbly and Ned let them chatter away. They flipped through the recent family graduation party photos.

He noted that Kitti wasn't the only curvaceous beauty in the family. Her pretty younger sisters were likewise well endowed. And as young Hispanic women, they were fastidious with their makeup and dress. The pouty lips were bright red and the dresses cut to show off lots of curvy skin. They probably rebuffed boys' pickup lines in front of their parents but Ned presumed they were more biddable later in secluded little hookups.

He would pass their information to the TWA Recruiters, referring the adorable little siblings as potential candidates for TWA enrollments. Poor families were less inclined to doubtfully question a free college education.

*** Present Day ***

Pedro Gonzales was a proud but not a wealthy working man. A high school dropout, under duress at the time to aid his parent's insignificant income, he had married early, worked as a seasonal farm laborer but still scrabbled together just enough to make a down payment on his own plot of horticultural land.

The marriage was fruitful, spawning three girls. Catalina, the oldest was followed soon by twins. His wife was devout and insisted on traditional Catholic names: Mary and Elizabeth. Pedro had insisted on choosing the middle names, ones from his field of endeavor: flowers. Thus, there was Mary Jacaranda, who he fondly called Jackie thereafter, and Elizabeth Lily, who was always just Lily to him.

Life went on, becoming harder to sustain: food, taxes, mortgage, and in the girls' teen years, school uniforms, la quinceanera party dresses, cosmetics, all the things budding young Latina beauties long for.

They were able to get Kitti started in college, but only with the help of partial grants and scholarships. She had lucked into making a special friend in Candy and that seemed to boost her onward.

Jackie and Lily would settle for the local community college but, even then, only because Pedro sold some property to the maquiladora factory that established itself next door and his wife worked extra shifts therein, assembling computer parts for the 'El Norte' company along with hordes of other local peasant wives.

Now, the festivities had ended and Jackie and Lily waved 'goodbye' to their departing sister. How lucky she was to gain a full scholarship at an upscale academic institution. They had huddled aside with her and her friend Candy during the family celebrations and the future classmates had been enthusiastic but aloof about the elite college particulars. But they shared enough to describe the furnished fashions, the spicy galas, the skilled coaches, the adroit tutors, and the alumni sponsorships for appreciative coeds.

Now the younger twin siblings turned to their own continuing educational fortunes, which were becoming dim in light of the family's paltry finances.

They would have to find a path to that prospective advantage or let their dreams die and settle for mediocre employment in their little rural community. It might be retail or house cleaning or maybe some sweat shop manual labor, like mother did.

Their fertile brains even thought that the best chances for college potential breakout might involve some adult entertainment venues in the nearby Southwestern city. They were old enough but would have to find a rouse to evade parental protest and restrictions. A couple of trial trips showed promise, money earned by stripping and dancing onstage.

But their Catholic mother's upbringing instilled an unwillingness to engage in the seedier VIP room's intimate encounters; hand jobs were as far as they would go. The manager was getting complaints and he stopped employing them. The pair of true virgins stayed home thereafter and struggled through the next two years.

But then lightning struck with good news.

Candy called the parents to inform them that Kitti's bachelorette graduation had opened up a serendipitous opportunity. The scholarship office was offering to continue the funding, actually increasing it. Would the family consider enrolling the twins and taking advantage of two-year full scholarships for each daughter? They would need to decide immediately to secure the roster slots.

The answer was a resounding 'yes'.

There was joy all around. Mother lit three candles at the alter in her church. Father bragged to his buddies about their good fortune. The twins wasted no time in packing, eager to seize this prize before the jaws of fickle fate snatched it away.

The day arrived and a town car rolled up to the humble home. A buxom blonde chauffeur, wearing a fitted black uniform that flaunted her hourglass figure, emerged from the driver side and attended to the rear compartment door. A nattily dressed gentleman exited, smiling at the familiar scene of the proud but apprehensive parents standing behind their well-dressed offspring, decked out in their best stylish clothes, with luggage ready, eager to depart.

"Thank you, Heidi. I shouldn't be long. See to the luggage, please."

He approached the locals, introducing himself to the family as their college bound twins' travel escort. They must leave soon to beat any rush hour traffic in the distant city. The family hurried through the hugs and kisses, got promises that their daughters would be good girls and write often, and wallowed in the final teary-eyed farewells.

The twins took their small suitcases in their outside hands as the gentleman took their inside hands in his and walked between them to the waiting vehicle. The driver stowed their luggage in the trunk as the girls ducked into the back seat, white thong panties flashing below their short, pleated skirts, followed inside by their escort. Heidi politely tipped her cap to the parents and rounded to the driver side to alight her seat.

The joyful parents waved at the departing car, its wheels raising the dust on the dirt lane winding away from their humble abode.

Jackie and Lily finished waving through the smoked rear windshield, then sat either side of the man, ensconced in the rear leather seat, while he introduced himself more fully than the previous family greetings.

*** Delivery ***

"My name is Mr. Jackson. I will be your guide and escort during our journey to your new campus residence. It will take a couple of days which gives us time to get well acquainted."

Jackie seemed the more verbose of the pair so she responded for both sisters.

"I'm Mary Jacaranda Gonzales, but my friends call me Jackie. She's Elizabeth Lily Gonzales, and Papa calls her Lily. We're really excited about our good fortune."

"As you should be. It's quite the stroke of good luck, heh?"

Jackie and Lily both nodded animatedly, shaking their waist-length brunette tresses that settled around their faces.

Mr. Jackson was mindful of his task order: deliver the twins virginal for proper initiation at their new campus home. But there were other ways to judge their initial sensualities without a vaginal penetration. It was a traditional multi-step routine: start slow and build on it naturally.

He took leave to brush the hair falls behind the girl's ear seated to his left and then performed the same face displaying act on his right. The girls did not flinch at his indelicate act and had not rebuffed his semi-intimate touch. He warmed at the way they had passed that first test. He would warm even more shortly.

The chauffer was well versed in her facilitator role. With the privacy shield between front and back sections closed, as the journey rolled on, Heidi gradually elevated the rear compartment temperature, degree by slow degree.

"It sure is warm in here, isn't it, ladies?"

The twins agreed. He suggested a cure.

"We're secluded behind smoked glass all around and nobody can see inside. Why not get comfortable?"

Mr. Jackson unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his hairy muscular chest. He stripped off the dress shirt and lay it aside on the rear facing front bench seat.

"It's okay. You can do the same."

Jackie and Lily were no strangers to their own exhibition exposures or to the male form. They had shown and seen plenty of bare skin during their stripping adventures. And Mr. Jackson was quite the male specimen: broad hairy chest, muscular arms, and bronze-toned skin.

And it certainly was getting uncomfortable. They unbuttoned their thin cotton blouses and fluffed the panels to fan their chests.

"Go on, take them off" he chided.

They didn't want to seem too bashful or ungrateful, so off came the blouses. Mr. Jackson looked over his companions, taking in a better view of the impressive chest meat bound up in the well-worn, frayed bras. He reached into a storage bin beneath the forward seat and produced a pair of shelving demi-cup brassieres.

"The Academy where we are headed is quite generous about the school provided uniforms. You might find this standard issued lingerie more appropriate for our travels together."

He held the obviously pricey undergarments, one on each offered crooked finger, to his cabin-mates. They gingerly took one each. The size was almost right, maybe a size too small, but useable; how had he known?

Then they remembered the extensive school application forms that, in addition to academic, extracurricular and work details, required very specific data on their body dimensions.

There was a hesitation as they looked his way. He raised an eyebrow and shrugged his shoulders, a sign that he expected to watch as they changed.

They took the hint. Leaning forward, they each unsnapped their shabby old bras and let them fall off their tits. Pulling them completely off, they placed them on the forward seat and leaned back again.

Mr. Jackson judged that the fleshy foursome were, as previously implied, D-cups: full, round and capped with broad pinkish areolas on the brown skin. Tan-lines were evident but demonstrated that the shielding bikini tops had been very narrow.

They took up the proffered sexy bras, fingering the lacy edges of the boob boosting half cups. Leaning upright, they reached around to hook the back clasps, the movement puffing their tits upward and closer to his view.

They put their arms through the top straps and slid them over their shoulders. The cups did lift their breasts and the silky pockets mounded up their fulsome chest meat, pressing them into a closer cleavage. The lacy top edgings tickled the bottom half of their nipples, the frames just touching their nubs, leaving the upper disks exposed. The dressing efforts, or just the sense of sudden intimacy with this newly acquainted male, puckered their areolas.

He was pleased with the display. Step two had gone as smoothly as the previous step. It was enough to light his libido and he decided to move on with the delivery ride's next step in the test agenda. He unzipped his fly, pulled the flaps apart, bucked up his ass and slid off his pants to his knees, exposing his semi-tumescent erection for the girls' contemplation.

"I know you have handled cocks before; your employment at the strip club is known to the campus selection committee. They require that I validate your talent and technique. Go ahead; give me a hand job."

Jackie and Lily gave each other a look. This journey was becoming a very strange way to be dispatched to a college, scholarship or not. But Mr. Jackson was correct; they were quite familiar with male genitalia and its milky production. Well, the scholarships were lucrative and they weren't turning back.

Each reached out a tentative hand and one wrapped the base half while the other circled the top half. It was thick and warm, a mild throbbing in their grip.

Jackie flushed a finger over the tip slit. He almost imperceivably moaned. Lily let her small finger out and down to touch and rub his scrotum. That created a more audible moan. The pair continued the intimate fondling as they felt him grow; he wasn't fully stiff, yet still, it was a very impressive sized cock.

"Me first" said Lily and Jackie withdrew her hand to allow her sister to rub the length of the manly shaft. Lily's free hand went under to palm the big balls, just holding them up from their normal sag. Mr. Jackson slid his ass slightly forward so they could more readily play along to gain its treasure. He rolled his head back, closed his eyes and focused his thoughts on the memory of half cupped tits and the feel of the manual massage at his groin.

Lily's grip and rub were soft and smooth, apparently well practiced during her short-lived entertainment employment. She varied the rhythm and tautness, and the result was a steel hard muscle shaft that was exceeding the capacity of her small hand.

"Jackie" she whispered, "a little help, okay?"

Jackie grasped the meaty tube with two hands, speeding the strokes a little faster. Lily's one hand still cupped and cradled his balls; her other thumb and forefinger anchored the base of his erection, holding it aloft for Jackie's handy efforts.

The first geyser of sperm shot forth, accompanied by a strained animal growl of satisfaction coming from deep inside Mr. Jackson's chest and reverberating inside the limousine cabin. Another shot claimed a lower toned growl as the next pulse and the next one again brought forth sounds descending into manly moans.

All the while, Jackie and Lily continued the vigorous warm stimulation and treated each other to proud smiles at another handjob well done.

Mr. Jackson's lap was a gooey mess. He tilted his head forward and nodded to the storage bin under the front seat. Lily explored the contents and discovered a convenient cache of warm moist towelettes.

The twins combined forces again to perform the cleanup. Unseen in the front seat, Heidi ended and filed the surreptitious video of the candidates' performance in the passenger area, the first entry into the twins' TWA evaluation assessment chronicles.

The ride continued in quiet serenity thereafter until the limousine pulled into an overnight stop at a fancy resort hotel. Their host let the twins redon their blouses, albeit over the nipple exposing half cup bras, disclosing shadowy disks through the thin material. The bellboys were very attentive to the sexy guests.

After a fine dinner, they retired for the night and were joined in the luxury suite by Heidi, the female chauffeur. It was her additional obligation to ensure that twins were delivered to the TWA campus as virgins. She could allow some more playtime but must prevent Mr. Jackson from losing his self-control with the sexy little virgins.

Nonetheless, they all enjoyed a naked soak in the ensuite Jacuzzi with lots of sudsy foreplay. At bedtime, the quartet of aroused travelers found themselves in the giant luxury bed. The twins continued to perk up their male escort.

But he demurred from another happy ending. Instead, they watched as his efficient blonde teammate rode him in cowgirl, her pale pink-tipped tits bouncing in time with her coital gallop, enticing his eyes and attracting his slaps and clutches.

Fully aroused, he took the masculine lead and rolled her under, to her obvious delight, and drove her through a series of mini-gasms. At length, he joined her in a superb mutual culmination of ecstasy to both their gratifications.

They came out of the fog of orgasmic mindlessness to the sounds of giggles and little clapping from their awed and amused little bedmates.

Satisfied and weary, the manage' a quatre cuddled together and slept soundly through the night, tangled in a naked four way post coital embrace.

The next day, the still virginal TWA co-ed candidates arrived at their destination.

The town car wheeled to a smooth stop at the Total Woman Academy's entrance portico. Waiting to greet them on the upper steps were a buxom middle aged but movie star glamorous woman and two tall slender co-eds. The co-eds, a platinum blonde and a strawberry redhead, were topless with heels and thongs.

Heidi opened the rear door and Lily popped her head out and, with a hand assist from the chauffeur, twisted her body to place her heeled feet on the ground. Next was Mr. Jackson and then Jackie. They stood in line, the man and woman fully dressed and the young co-ed candidates near topless without blouses but wearing the boob-boosting half-bras.

The welcoming committee drew near.

"Ms. Smith, it's been too long since I was here at your campus."

"Oh, Mr. Jackson, yes, so long."

She gave him a dual bijou cheek buzz as she held his hands.

"And who are your two fine looking travel companions?"

"Let me introduce Mary Jacaranda Gonzales, nicknamed Jackie, and Elizabeth Lily Gonzales, called Lily."

"Welcome, ladies! I'm Ms. Smith, the housemother here. I will be in charge of your studies and other general arrangements."

She motioned forward her two co-ed attendants.

"Jackie, this is Claire, your big sister for the next few weeks. She will get you acquainted with our various facilities, schedules and rules. Lily, Ellen will be your big sister. Now, go inside, girls, and get settled. "

The four young ladies giggled together into a gaggle and scampered up the steps to the entrance, disappearing inside.

"Mr. Jackson, will you be staying with us overnight? I was hoping you would. I have a quirky assignment that needs to be fulfilled and was hoping you could help."

"Yes, I think I can. I have a short lull in my schedule and could stay a night or two."

"Good. I have a rambunctious senior co-ed that needs a bit of wrangling. She thinks she can do whatever, whenever she wants with the elite Pledge Contributors despite their particular whims and wishes. She needs to be tamed. Are you up for some disciplining?"

"I will be happy to help any way I can. "

That night, he entered the recalcitrant co-ed's chamber unannounced. He was cautious to avoid oral sex, preferring not to be bitten down there. But he wrestled her nightie off, shredded her panties and demonstrated tit-slapping, ass spanking and pussy thwacking before using her cunt and ass to quell his own fervor. He actually found the recurrent fucks to be more and more ego building as he expended his greater and greater physically arduous endeavors to quell her outsized resistance.

By morning, he had tamed her to the point where he trusted her to finish their session with a submissive deep throat blowjob.

The last of his seminal reserves slid down her gullet. He left her weeping on the floor when he exited, disheveled and attuned to a more respectful attitude towards her male pleasing obligations.

He reported to Ms. Smith 'mission accomplished" and headed to his next scheduled assignment at another TWA campus. He slept exhausted alone in the rear seat as Heidi drove them there.

*** Losing It ***

Ms. Smith reviewed Jackie's and Lily's applications and prepared their near-term syllabuses. Virgin juniors were a real rarity, worth valuable special attention and increased funding from elite Pledge Contributors. She advertised the availability to some special patrons who might be interested in making a new co-ed's special night especially memorable. She selected two men she trusted to be gentle and considerate from the many responses.