(I hadn't intended to write a sequel to It's a NUDE Life, but I had too much fun with the characters and setting not to. Apologies to Jerome Bixby. All characters are 18 or over.)
Nurse Knockers shook her head disapprovingly at the young woman bent over the examining table. "You should know better than that," she said. "Never stick anything up your ass unless it has a base wider than your gape. Especially not a vibrator. If it overheats..."
"I know," said Bodacious Bubblebutt miserably.
"I thought you would have had enough cocks in your asshole yesterday," the nurse said. The ongoing rivalry between Bodacious and Wanda Asstomouth as to who could fuck the most men on Sodomy Sundays was well-known.
"Yes, but this new toy arrived in the mail this morning, and I wanted to try it out before anyone else borrowed it."
"Hm." The nurse stuck a micro-flashlight between her teeth as she spread the pretty blonde's lovely cheeks, shining the narrow beam into her buzzing butthole. Though qualified, she was rarely called on to perform any medical duties; the last time had been more than a month ago, when Mywish had come in complaining of an infection after a new student, Vicente, had carelessly stuck his cock into her cunt after fucking her ass. Ms Cummguzzler, Radclyffe Hall's headmistress, had made sure his punishment served as a warning to the other students. "I'll see if I can fish it out with my fingers; I just hope I don't push it in further."
Bodacious gasped as she felt Nurse Knockers' carefully insert two fingers into her asshole. The stretching sensation was something she normally enjoyed, but the nurse wasn't using any lube. She yelped as the vibrations became more intense, then relaxed as they slowed down to a purr and then stopped completely.
"Sorry", the nurse "I think I've managed to switch it off. My nails are too short to grab it easily, though, because it's really slippery."
Bodacious whimpered.
"I'm going to try using three fingers. Try not to come while I'm doing it, because it makes your asshole tighten."
"Uh-huh."
It was several minutes before the nurse managed to pull enough of the toy through her sphincter to get a firm grip on it and extract it completely, and Bodacious was gasping with frustration. "At least it wasn't a ketchup bottle," said Nurse Knockers, looking at the toy -- only six inches long and barely half an inch in diameter at its broadest. "Don't EVER stick this up your butt again unless someone else is holding it tightly -- with no lube on their fingers. You're lucky you weren't badly burnt. Is that understood?"
"Yes," Bodacious muttered, then reached down to start rubbing her clit.
"Do you think you go until Friday without anything in your ass?"
"Not even a tongue?"
"Well... I suppose it wouldn't hurt to kiss it better," said the nurse, dropping the vibrator onto a tray and then spreading Bodacious's cheeks again. The student's sphincter closed around her probing tongue almost instantly as she came.
*
Megan had had her doubts about applying for the course at Radclyffe Hall, thinking the ad had been too good to be trusted, but she'd spent four years stuck in dead-end jobs (the only sort available in her small home town) and really wanted to pass her ACT this time around. She climbed aboard the small bus that the school had sent to the Greyhound station to pick her up. There was only one other passenger, a good-looking young man with reddish-blond hair and purple eyes sitting in the front row behind the driver. "Hi," he said. "I'm Anthony."
"Megan." She dropped her backpack on the seat across the aisle from him, and sat beside it. The driver, a muscular thirtyish-looking woman with a buzz cut, started the bus and pulled out of town.
"The principal sent me to welcome you."
"Thanks. Am I the only new student?"
"No; the rest of the intake arrived last night. You'll meet them soon."
"What's the place like? With the dorms and all, the website made it sound a bit like the school from the X-men movies."
Anthony laughed. "Not exactly. But we get a lot of overseas students who're trying to improve their English quickly and who benefit from being exposed to it 24/7. For anyone else, it's only as intense as you want it to be -- anywhere from boot camp to band camp. Apart from English and math, we also have counsellors and an optional theatre arts class that teaches some useful tricks for improving your memory and handling stress, for students who find deadlines and exams too difficult. I should warn you, though, you're probably overdressed. The valley the school is in traps heat, so the dress code is very relaxed. It also doesn't get a cell phone signal, though we have excellent wifi."
"Why did they need all that personal information?" Megan said, shedding her jacket. "The questionnaires, access to my social media, and so on?"
"It helps the admissions office pick the students most likely to benefit from our approach," said Anthony, after a quick glance at her impressive bust. "ESL students aside, the short course is most helpful for young people with a good GPA who didn't do as well at exams for whatever reason and want to try again, though we also get some home-schooled and a few runaways."
"Am I so old that I'm going to, um..." Megan began, noticing the bulge in Anthony's jeans. "Stick out?"
"Not at all. Most of our students are nineteen through to mid-twenties, and most of the teachers aren't much older."
It was warm inside the bus as it left the small town behind, and Megan found herself wanting to unbutton her blouse. Her panties also felt unexpectedly damp, and she didn't think that was perspiration. Attempting to keep her tone light, she said, "Hey, my eyes are up here, behind my glasses."
