The Schooling of Carolyn

For her ears only, he prompted, “Enjoy what?'

'I was wrong, sir, when I came here. I thought,” she swallowed, still embarrassed to speak the words, “I thought anal penetration was wrong, but nothing you do could be wrong. You taught me to love being plugged.

'And, oh, I want to learn more!'

Scattered applause from the audience; she didn't care. She turned her head, trying to look behind her, where he stood. Was it enough? Will he?

'Close your eyes,” he said, and grasped her ass cheeks. She felt his thumbs at her cleft, his fingers spread almost to her hips. Then a slick heat unlike anything she had ever known. His cock, knocking to come in. Amazing, how different it felt there than it would have just an inch forward. Hotter, harder, huge. She thought of a word she had only learned days before: Indomitable. His cock pressed at her ass hole, indomitable.

Perhaps she said it; he chuckled. “Thank you.” And then he pressed harder, and she felt her sphincter stretch and stretch and stretch … He didn't stop until the flare of his head had passed.

'Oh-h-h.” No. Not yet. Not. Yet. Her body tightened around him; she felt his pulse in counterpoint to her own, little thrummings like a snare shaking through her. Tiny little orgasmic shakings trying to blend into one great climax. But that was not allowed, and she so wanted to feel him all the way inside her. If I fail now, he might not. Hold still. Don't breathe. Just wait.

He moved-back. Pulled out, then pushed forward again, head and half the shaft in a single stroke.

She clamped down as hard as she could, desperate to stop the climax, but to no avail. As he pulled out again, she screamed, and kept screaming as he pushed deep into her, forcing his way past the spasms to send her higher than she had ever been. His pulse beat strong in his cock, heat and strength and that different rhythm a sensation she could never have dreamed.

And it did not stop. He stroked through her climax, and her body responded, doubling and redoubling the pleasure. And then he came inside her, jets of heat that sent her higher still, until all the world went white, and then dark.

When she woke, she was in her own bed, in the dorm. Her uniform skirt lay out, ready for her, and there was a full row of badges on it.

CHAPTER TWELVE

CORKING CAROLYN

Carolyn ground her teeth in frustration. Why is French so damned hard? Je n'y pige rien. When the attendant motioned to her, she rose eagerly.

The attendant handed her a package. She opened it to find a plug-or at least, something she thought must be a plug, though the shape was more hourglass than the usual stopper. It wasn't plastic, she could tell that before she touched it, but it took her a moment to figure out that the soft, light, mottled-brown object was truly … cork.

Laughing, she motioned to the robed figure to lead the way.