5cm Is Exactly Your Level
I like it here..
Looking around at the faces of everyone heading into this class, plenty of others besides me seemed nervous. Understandable, really — hardly anyone makes a habit of poking around their own back door. Thankfully, it wasn't going to be anything truly horrific, like aggressive stretching or fisting. We only had to practice enough to accommodate Aspen's cock, which counted as a small mercy.
(No — that is NOT a mercy!)
(Goddamn you, Aspen. If you're gonna feast, feast on pussy — what's with the ass? The ass, of all things.)
Pouring out these complaints to myself alone, I stepped through the doors of Annex Hall A. The gel and dildos were laid out as before; the difference this time was that they came in graduated sizes, from 5 centimeters all the way up to a monster roughly the size of Aspen. Everyone took their seats, and just like always, Emilia began her explanation.
"This time, most of you will be exploring a place you have never experienced before."
"You need only locate the G-spot within the anus — the anal G-spot — and develop it."
"Those of you with prior experience may take the dildos beside you and search for it at your own pace."
"If you have yet to try, then simply use the gel and your fingers, loosening yourselves slowly until you grow accustomed to the sensation."
The moment Emilia finished, everyone began the class in whatever way suited them best. I started by coating my hand with gel and smoothing it over the puckered wrinkles around my asshole. I saw the thing every day, but I'd never actually studied it up close before — turns out my asshole, too, was a pretty little thing, gathered into delicate folds in a lovely shade somewhere between red and pink.
Once I'd worked in enough gel, I tried slipping a single finger inside. It slid in with a soft shlick, and I wiggled it this way and that. Unlike my pussy or my chest, it didn't stir any real excitement, nor did it feel strange in any particular way.
"Mmm.. nh.."
I fiddled around for a decent while, then pulled the finger back out.
(Pop!)
Next, cautiously, I tried two fingers. They went in more easily than I'd expected. This time I pushed them deeper, up to the base, and rolled them around inside — but all it left me with was an ambiguous, half-there sensation, something that felt like it was coming and never did. I glanced sideways at the dildos waiting beside me. Glistening under the lamplight, lined up neatly by length, they gave off the distinct impression of shouting at me: Why aren't you using us? Get to it already!
"Okay.. I can manage 5 cm with fingers alone, so the 10 cm, then..."
I picked up the 10 cm from the lineup, slathered it generously with gel, and pressed it against the entrance of my asshole. I took one deep breath and went slowly.
"Ugh!"
Before the head had even fully entered, my asshole spat it right back out.
(Splat!)
And then it dawned on me.
(Ah. With anal, it's not length that matters — it's girth...)
(Later, back in my room, I should prac... no. Goddamn it. What the hell am I even saying?)
I collected myself in short order and grabbed the 5 cm dildo for another attempt. It was thinner and shorter than the 10 cm, but even so, working it inward took real effort. I barely, barely managed to bury it to the hilt.
"Whew... it's all the way in..."
In the very moment I let my guard down, my asshole spat the dildo back out at speed.
(Shloooop...)
(Pop!)
The ejected dildo rolled a couple of times across the floor and bumped against the toes of the person in front of me.
(Tap)
I had been in the middle of fucking myself with it, bent low with nothing but my ass in the air — the most vulgar posture imaginable. A nameless white-haired girl, feeling something brush her foot, slid her own dildo out with a squelch, picked up the one I'd been using, and without a word crawled over on her knees to hand it back.
"Th-thank you."
As I offered my thanks and looked up at her face, I found an expression that could only be called a smirk. She said nothing at all, but her eyes were practically announcing, 5 cm, huh... that's exactly your level.
I had decided not to let reactions like that from the people around me get under my skin anymore — because more than once already, those looks and those unspoken words had nearly pushed me into crossing a line all on my own.
...
(But this is a part guys have too. It wouldn't hurt to win this one, would it?)
(And if I score well on the evaluation while I'm at it, that's two birds with one stone, isn't it?)
My pointless competitive streak thoroughly provoked, I snatched up the 10 cm on the spot and attempted insertion once more. Sure enough, it didn't want to go in. But I kept pushing, and at last the head slid fully inside; soon after, the shaft followed it down, sinking deep. Once I confirmed it had gone in all the way, I moved it gently, hunting for the G-spot — but nothing in particular made itself known.
I immediately reached for the 15 cm and tried to take it, but that one was simply beyond reach, no matter how hard I tried. In the end I managed everything up to the 10 cm, and anything past that was more than my current level could handle.
(Whew.. right. Why am I getting this worked up over this?)
The familiar crisis of confidence came creeping back: whether I was pistoning the dildo away or stirring my insides with my fingers, I could hardly feel a thing. I'd probably arrived ready to fight over something as trivial as how big a dildo my asshole could take, but losing the battle on the inside seemed to have mixed a faint sense of defeat into the frustration. At the time, though, I took it for nothing more than the usual existential crisis that came calling like clockwork.
And so the anal sensitivity class drew to a close. The ass demanded even more careful handling than the pussy, so I sterilized every tool I'd used and washed myself down thoroughly, head to toe. Emilia instructed us that if any of us developed a fever or felt unwell, we were to call for her or the deputy head maids at any hour, and then she sent us back to our rooms.
I skipped dinner and lay down on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. A jumble of thoughts churned through my head, refusing to settle into order. Escape routes, rescuing Rosalie, anal, pussy, identity — countless threads of worry tangled together into a hopeless knot. What finally put an end to my brooding was a knock at the door.
"I'm coming in. My apologies if I'm interrupting you mid-masturbation."
"N-no, ma'am!"
I scrambled over and opened the door. Emilia slipped in with care, perched lightly on the edge of the bed, then patted the mattress twice with her hand — a wordless invitation to sit.
"It has come to my attention that you skipped dinner alone this evening."
"Ah.. I'm sorry. I got so lost in thought I forgot all about eating."
At that, she drew a sandwich from inside her uniform.
"A light one, made from the ingredients left over after I prepared the Master's dinner."
She set it gently down upon my hands, then paused a moment, as though urging me to eat, and waited. My stomach was growling, so I didn't bother refusing and took a bite. Crisp vegetables, soft cheese, and ham with just the right kiss of fat all gave way beneath my teeth at once, and the instant they touched my tongue they seemed to melt away, leaving nothing behind but flavor as they dissolved tenderly between each chew.
"Mmmh!"
Watching how much I was savoring it, she curved her eyes into a soft smile.
"I saw you earlier, you know. You looked very upset indeed."
"Ah.. yes.... I suppose I was.."
Explaining that it wasn't anger but an existential crisis would only have sounded stranger, so for now I simply agreed.
"You needn't worry. It is much the same emotion that every maid here feels toward me."
"Ever since I rose to Head Maid, they watch me share the Master's bed several times a week, and jealousy, envy, and resentment come raining down on me in equal measure."
"I do not consider it a bad thing. Born a woman, of course one longs to be held in the Master's arms."
"Ah.. right.. of course.."
Words I could never in a lifetime sympathize with. If I'd been a third party listening in, I'd have laughed out loud and asked what the fuck she was even talking about.
"I know that you, too, are aiming for first place and wish to spend a night with the Master, Glay."
"And I rate your body very highly."
"Your just-right height and breasts, your prettily bloomed pussy folds — I find all of it beautiful."
I put on a face that said, thank you ever so much for going out of your way to tell me that, and nodded along.
"As Head Maid I should not favor anyone, and yet I find myself hoping to see you held in the Master's arms, Glay — and to see you cumming together with me as we share him in a threesome."
"Anyone else would wag their fingers if they heard me say so.. but I am fond of you, Glay."
"Someone who breaks through her own limits time and again, drawing everyone's jealousy and admiration at once.. Looking at you is like looking at my past self."
That gentle, soft-eyed smile of hers made me think of a mother doting on her child — but the content of what she was saying was depravity, pure and simple.
"It is not something I should offer lightly, but today I shall make a special exception and help you, Glay."
Before I could agree or so much as ask a question, she pushed me down onto the bed and flipped up my skirt.
"It seems you always wear lingerie in this indigo shade, Glay."
"Ah, I just... happen to like indigo..."
That was the last petty shred of pride I had left — the reason I picked indigo lingerie every single time instead of anything pink.
She was still mid-sentence when she drew my panties down and pressed me onto my front, then took my hips in both hands and angled my ass up toward the ceiling. It was a pose I'd seen plenty of today — one that looked remarkably like the one the girl in front of me had held during the anal sensitivity class.
"I will loosen you up slowly and show you how to find the G-spot as well, so do commit it to memory."
"I-I'm quite all right, really, Head Maid..."
"Ever the good girl, Glay. It may sting your conscience, but I am not good — therefore I will help you."
"This is purely my own choice and no fault of yours, so all you need do is stay still."
She slathered her hand thickly with gel and began easing her fingers inside. Emilia's fingers were a little on the long side, granted — but there was no way in hell they'd find the anal G-spot that even 10 centimeters hadn't reached, so I resolved to grit through it, wrap things up quickly, and get some rest.
(Prrress~♥)
She drove two fingers straight in and bore down hard against my inner wall — and off-guard as I was, I came in a single stroke.
"Hhaaaaaahhhahnghh— I'm cummmiinngghh♥♥"
Of every sound I'd made so far, it was the one that seemed to rise from the deepest part of my body.
"There now — it seems this truly is your spot after all. I will press it a few more times, so do remember the feeling."
With my face buried in the pillow, moaning helplessly into it, I kept on coming, again and again.
"Hahhngh♥"
"Uuughhghghhh"
By the time I'd lost count of how many times I'd finished, Emilia withdrew her hand. By then, drool and sweat had slicked across my face, and my cheeks were flushed red enough to burst.
"You wear a most satisfied expression."
"When you are held in the Master's arms, it will satisfy you even more than this."
She went to the washroom, washed her hands, then shut the door softly behind her and left.
After Emilia's departure, a brief silence settled over the room. Then, alone, I found myself recalling what we'd learned in class. My asshole, glazed over with gel and thoroughly slicked, took my finger with ease.
"Back then... right here...♥"
Alone, I pressed at the anal G-spot Emilia had so tenderly caressed for me, and passed another thirty minutes or so that way.