Teaching Carol - S01 E09

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Teaching Carol - S01 E09

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9

This was obviously a new experience for her.

I began sliding my finger in and out, slowly. I could hear her begin to whimper again, still muffled but seemingly in a higher key than before. If she enjoys humiliation, I thought, she must be in heaven: trapped under a table in a public area, with her panties down and my finger sliding in and out of her behind.

And the best was yet to come, though of course she didn't know that yet.

I continued to probe and massage her anal passage until I was sure it was well lubricated. While I was doing that I used my free hand to take a couple of the bigger remaining carrot sticks and coat them with oil the same way I had done for my finger.

Then I removed the finger from her behind and quickly inserted the carrot sticks. They weren't much longer than my finger, and the two of them together were only slightly thicker. Still, there's a big difference between a finger and a couple of carrot sticks, and Carol, although she couldn't see, obviously, must have known something had changed.

But she did nothing. She remained on her hands and knees quietly, panties down and the orange stubs of two carrot sticks sticking out of her behind. I slid them in and out a few times then left them where they were as I moved on to the next step.

Carol must have wondered what was going on when I stopped—and she certainly must have wondered what I had left in her behind but there was no way to check without removing them—and she wouldn't do that without permission, I was sure. Meanwhile, I had picked up the knife from her tray and was cutting a large wedge from the apple there.

I peeled the skin from the wedge. I dipped both sides into the leftover melted butter from her mashed potatoes.

Then, holding it in the palm of my hand I lowered it between her legs and gently placed the edge against the lips of her vagina.

She hadn't been able to see it coming, of course, and it was still somewhat cold from being refrigerated. And apparently she must have gotten tired and lowered the hand that had been covering her mouth, because the resulting gasp was so loud that I had to fake a coughing fit for the benefit of the few people left in the dining hall—none of them nearby, fortunately.

When everything had settled down I returned to the business at hand. This time I was careful to brush the inside of her thigh with my hand before touching her with the apple wedge. She had had the sense to replace her hand over her mouth by then as well so there were no further exclamations.

I pressed the edge inward until it separated her lips. Then I began slowly sliding it back and forth, pressing it in a little further each time. Carol obviously had no idea what was being rubbed between her legs, but by that point I don't think it mattered much, as she was too busy trying to keep her moans and whimpers from being heard.

I slid it back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Then I turned it around and slowly inserted it almost all the way into her vagina. Then just as slowly I pulled it out.

In, slowly. Out. In, a little faster. Out. Then in, then out, gradually increasing the pace.

Then I saw her shift, and I could tell from the way she raised her behind that she had probably put her face down to the floor—the better to cover her mouth with both hands, I assumed. And all the better for me, as it made her more accessible. I continued sliding the apple wedge in and out with my left hand and with my right hand grabbed the ends of the carrot sticks and began to do the same thing with them in an alternating rhythm so that the carrots were going in as the apple was coming out, and vice versa.

And it was a really good thing that she was muffling herself so well, because without her mouth covered what was coming out of it would probably be described as shrieking. In the interest of not being discovered I decided I'd better finish this part as quickly as possible, so I increased the pace. It was only a few seconds later that she gave a long, but well-covered "OHHHHHhhhhhh...." and I could tell by her sudden stillness that she had climaxed.

I waited patiently while she recovered. I knew she was probably thinking that it was all over.

She was wrong.