Amu-chan's Exhibitionist Adventures: Chapter 1 - Amu's Elevator Experience.

It began as it always did, deep in the pit of her stomach. At first it was just a twitch like a strained muscle. It would be there for a second and then gone, only to return some minutes later. The twitch would gradually move forward and down until it was visible on the surface as her abdominal muscles clenched in a steadily hastening rhythm. She knew it was coming the moment it started early that morning. It would take a few hours, but the process was unstoppable and the outcome inevitable by now. She planned accordingly.

By four in the afternoon, Amu was walking unsteadily, as if mildly inebriated. The clenching was getting worse. By now, the twitch had become a spasm that lunged deep into her belly every time, at a point just above the apex of her thighs. It would come every two minutes and last for anywhere up to ten seconds, like a hand reaching in and squeezing her insides. Her panties were sopping through, a trickle of moisture dribbling down her naked inner thighs and soaking the tops of her knee-high socks. Nobody seemed to notice.

At four thirty, Amu was in a department store and running right on schedule. The bag full of new clothing bounced at her side. Two decent outfits, several sets of fresh underwear and some comfortably sexy lingerie. A treat, she told herself. She left the cashier and strolled casually back past accessories, through the perfume counters towards the door. They would be watching. Fooling the cameras was always the difficult bit. Everything else was easy.

Another convulsion stabbed at her abdomen, this time powerful enough to make her knees buckle. She paused to lean up against one of the perfume counters, waiting for it to pass, trying not to show it on her face. Her cunt was a swampy mess now in the flimsy cotton panties, running in long rivulets down her thighs. Hopefully the pleated skirt would keep unwanted eyes from noticing.

She shook her head at the saleswoman trying to offer her some new fragance or other and stood instead to make her way to the exit...then doubled back.

The woman didn't seem to have noticed her. Nor did any of the others. She walked straight back into the store along the far wall and started weaving through stands of coats and hats, trying her best not to look too suspicious. Getting arrested would be more than embarrassing in her current situation.

Back around the lingerie section, past the changing rooms there, double back again, slip behind the pillar where shelves had been set up full of useless things that nobody really needed. The cameras couldn't see her here. Stop for breath. Another violent muscular contraction made her bite down on her tongue to stifle a wail. She could feel her cervix dilating; after so many times, she felt she had an intimate understanding of the process.

Her vaginal passage began undulating downward, ripples of muscular pressure flowing from her uterus and forcing jets of sticky fluid into the crotch of her already saturated panties. She knelt, head pressed against the cool concrete pillar, trying to overcome the feeling. Not here, not now, not yet. She was so close...

So close...the sign was only a few metres away, and the alcove just ahead of that. She forced herself to her feet and continued, ignoring the now constant clenching in her belly and the streaming flood of juices pouring down her legs. Her toes were making squelching noises in the platform shoes, her socks soaked through by the sheer volume of vaginal emissions.

She half-staggered past the sign, barely avoiding walking straight into it, and turned into the alcove. Her right hand shot out and stabbed at the call button automatically, her brain too far gone to catch up. The muscular contractions around her cervix had ceased now, the pain was drifting back down into that pleasurable, wide-open feeling. Amu kept one finger on the call button and dropped the bag full of clothing in front of the elevator doors. Her free hand shot down to her crotch, almost ripping off the flimsy cotton panties in her effort to attend to her aching cunt. Her fingers spread the soaking, puffy lips wide apart and sank in deep, spreading her channel open. The feeling of cool air breezing right up into her uterus made her knees tremble and her head spin.

The elevator dinged, the doors slid open almost too slowly. She dove inside with her purchases and sat against the back wall, legs spread out before her, knees up, panties around one ankle. There was no camera in here. It was safe in here, at least relatively so.

As the elevator hummed down to the second floor, Amu stabbed one foot upward in an impressive display of physical flexibility and thwapped the emergency stop.

Now she could scream, because the elevator was a relic from before the department store, back when this building had been something else. Its walls were thick and sturdy, and the floor six feet across gave plenty of room to move. The little glass windows in the doors showed only darkness, stuck between two floors. Now she could scream all she wanted and kick at the floor and walls with her platform shoes as she ground her clit through orgasm after orgasm as the convulsions began higher up, right in her diaphragm. Now the pain was over, waves of endorphins flooded her brain as her uterus began pressing in on itself to force its contents out into her vaginal passage.

Another muscular spasm rolled through her abdomen, starting from her diaphragm and rippling down her naked stomach until it reached her navel. The walls of her uterus constricted and the mass within descended, passing the threshold of her gaping cervix and into the muscular tunnel beyond. She bit back a cry, tears coursing down her cheeks, the sweat streaming along her back in sheets, as the lining of her vagina gripped at the thing and started pulling in rhythmic waves, slowly working it down through her lower abdomen.

It was quick this time. The process only lasted a few minutes, thankfully, and no one seemed to have noticed the elevator had stopped. Amu lay half-sprawled, sitting up against the back wall with her legs hanging open and watched, fascinated as ever in her multiple-climax-induced clarity of mind, the lips of her cunt being spread from within, spread wider than they had ever been before around the solid lump trying to escape. as the shimmering blue gold-encrusted shape squeezed its way out from between her labia. With a last convulsive spasm, a bejewelled egg as big as a grapefruit slipped free trailing viscous fluid, followed shortly by a powerful squirt of vaginal liquid. Incredibly, a second followed it, two almost identical eggs made of some onyx-like blue mineral and covered in ornate gold patterns punctuated by sapphires and emeralds barely a centimetre across. She watched them come to rest together on the metal floor between her feet and then fell back at last, panting heavily, flushed and sweaty as another orgasm swept up her body. A fresh and truly awesome flood of juices spewed forth from her cunt, as if her body were emptying itself through her vagina, fluid spraying out over the floor and coating the eggs in a shiny layer.

After a little while, she knew she had to leave. Amu stripped down in the quiet confines of the elevator, mopped up what mess she could of her cunt with her blouse before putting on fresh underwear. The frilly red lingerie, she decided, just for kicks. She redressed in a combination sweater-kneesock-miniskirt outfit, stepped into her platforms, stuffed the soaked clothing into a spare carrier bag and then stabbed at the G button. They were probably valuable in some way. She couldn't be sure, but each egg was covered in jewels that certainly looked authentic to her eyes, and each of them had a certain aesthetic charm to the design. They might be worth a lot of money.

Amu didn't care. She stepped out of the elevator that now stank of her pussy, leaving the two eggs behind her sitting in a puddle of her juices that covered almost the entire elevator floor. She walked straight for the exit now. She didn't care what they were worth. Perhaps she would keep one or two some day, but the thrill was in leaving them for others to find. The idea that maybe, just maybe, someone would find them and realise that they had come from inside of her.

She blushed as the crotch of her brand new lace panties started to soak. Maybe she had better find a restroom somewhere and put on another pair.

Amu-chan's Exhibitionist Adventures: Chapter 2 - Amu's School Project.

The contractions were normal, just one more step in the overall process. The sensation as her cervix dilated automatically to prepare for another egg leaving her uterus was every bit as intense as the first time. It had hurt at first, incredibly so, but after a few months the pain was more just a sharp edge to the rush of euphoria she felt every time the process began, keening her mind and awakening her body ready to be flooded with ecstasy as the expulsion began. Amu would have been draining whole litres of fluid from her pussy if she had that much to spare, drenching the wooden tabletop from corner to corner in a sticky slick puddle of her own heady-smelling juices. But the bloated, heavy feeling in her gut wasn't quite normal. The feeling of considerable weight within her abdomen, along with a pressure inside that was greater than usual. It didn't feel like there was an egg in there, at least not one of the grapefruit-sized jewelled eggs she had been producing for the past year. It felt more like...like four or five eggs all crowded into her womb at once. They were churning about slowly, shifting until one found her cervix and nestled its end into the gaping space, ready to be ejected. Amu focused on the pulsating contractions of her uterine walls and counted three...no, four eggs.

Her cunt foamed with nervous anticipation. Never four before. One at a time was normal, two on occasion, but never four. Never.

At this late hour, nobody would be around to see or hear a thing. And yet here she was, suddenly having second thoughts. That in itself was laughable in any case. Nothing could stop it from happening. Whether she may like it or not, there were four of those things resting in her belly right at that moment, and they'd be coming out eventually no matter what she had to say about it.

While Amu began to let her mind worry over the details, like what could happen if she held one in too long, her body went on without her. The contractions had stopped a good while ago, now it was just the muscular force of her convulsing uterus trying to force each egg out through her yawning cervix. The first slid into her upper vaginal passage with the ease of long practice and was pulled through by the rippling waves of muscular activity flowing down the length of her inner walls. It seemed to take forever, and the considerable mass of the thing stretched her innards in a way that felt even more weighty than usual, like the thing was bigger than the normal.

She needn't bother trying to be quiet at this time of night. Her lips quivered with intermittent cries, an exhalation that rose into a wail every few panted breaths. The sound carried in the empty classroom, echoing back at her in an eerie way. The dim light gave the place a forbidding atmosphere. But still she stayed, resolute in her decision. She would see come Monday what the whole class thought of these strange jewel-speckled ornaments, watch while they puzzled over their appearance and probably stuff her hand into her cunt, chewing on her pencil to keep from crying out in class.

It came easily this time. Sometimes they did, sometimes not. This time, the egg was washed down her passageway and squeezed out from between her throbbingly sensitive labia swiftly enough to have a bit of momentum when it reached the desk. It hit with a resounding heavy thud and wobbled on its end before toppling, rolling around in a lazy half-circle and finally coming to rest. Solid gold from end to end this time, patternless and ringed by clusters of tiny diamonds like sparkling dust in several discrete bands.

Then the second egg shifted into her cervix, ready to be expelled. Amu let out a sound that was half pant and half cry as her vagina splattered fluid across the table once more.

She must have blacked out. Knees against the edge of the seat, her body bent over with her arms folded on the back of the chair put her backside on lewd display stuck out over the desk, with her panties round an ankle and her skirt lying on the floor at her feet. Every time another muscular pulse came, she would press her knees together and scream. The unusual position put more pressure on the mass moving through her lower vagina. The egg's smooth surface was polished to a slick, sticky gleam by the undulating softness of her rippling pussy walls, drenched in an endless release of female juices.

Amu could only barely raise her head from the backrest to glance at the clock, overcome by the sheer ferocity of sensation raging in her loins. The numbers were blurred, double-vision, then everything went white again as the second egg exited.

Much smaller than the first, not that Amu had noticed yet, the second egg squirted out of her cunt under the force of the incredible muscular contractions and bounced once on the tabletop before rolling off the far side to land on the floor with a loud thunk. To Amu's simultaneous dismay and delight, the third followed closely behind it, a silvery gleaming lump the size of an onion. The third and fourth passed out much more easily and quickly, grinding along Amu's vaginal passage and spreading her labia open in a whole new way. A shiver raced along every nerve and she whited out once again, now spraying a continuous jet of fluid from her overstimulated sex.

The blackouts began to blend together like waves, crashing down on her with increasing frequency. She was orgasming herself into unconsciousness and she knew it, but whatever the result she couldn't bring herself to stop. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the back of the teacher's chair so hard her nails began to punch through the fabric. Her body was sweaty from head to toe under her clothing in the most wonderful way, her hair plastered to her forehead, sweat dripping into her eyes and mixing with the climax-induced tears flowing down her cheeks. Her jaw hung open in a stupefied gape, her tongue curled back spasmodically. Her entire body pulsed with a heat that flowed from every corner to gather in the heart of her loins and become lava, a great pressure building towards eruption.

As the last egg settled into her upper vagina, the eruption happened again, blacking her out so far this time that when she could see again, she was slumped against the chair with her thighs resting on the edge of the desk, panting fast and heavy and shivering in her skin with alternating hot and cold flushes.

The last one was a big one like the first in a similar style. It stretched her cunt out exquisitely after the smoother passage of the three smaller ones before it, straining her near to breaking point as it passed between her now rather battered and aching labia. Still she squeezed her legs together and gave a deep push to force the thing out so hard there was an audible *pop* as it left her body, then a thud when it hit the floor.

Amu collapsed again, her belly empty, and mashed the heel of her right palm against her clitoris until she went blind again.

It took an hour, maybe two, for her to come to her sense again. At least enough so that she could stand without falling over. She left her skirt and the panties on the floor behind the desk and, feeling peculiarly exposed with the cool breeze on her bare nether regions, walked round to clean up the mess she'd made.

There were five eggs. Two of them were average, lumps as big as grapefruit of shimmering, cum-splattered gold that felt heavy enough to be solid when she picked them up. The rings of diamond dust sparkled beautifully, even if they seemed rather plain compared to the usual elaborate patterns. It was the other three that caught Amu's eye, however.

Each about the size of an onion, the three smaller eggs were all different colours, and each one adorned with its own unique pattern. One a cobalt blue stone with concentric rings of sharp lines etched in gold. One a soft green jade marked by vine-like gold curls, with tiny sparkling rubies dotting its surface. The third was a pale pink and seemed painted with jet black stripes.

That was when Amu had An Idea.

Slowly she gathered her belongings, packed the two largest of the eggs into her bag into the pre-prepared nest of tissues, and redressed, the plaid skirt, the knee-high socks, the smart shoes, buttoned her blouse and straightened her tie, put on her jacket. She took two of the smaller eggs, the green and the blue, and stuffed them into her jacket pockets. Then she paused.

Hesitated might be a better word for it. Her hand rested on the last egg, the pale pink one with the zigzagging black stripes, sitting there on the desk still drenched in her syrupy vaginal expulsions and stinking of sex. The clean white cotton panties sat on the floor, tucked just out of sight beneath the desk where they would probably be found come Monday. For a while, the Idea played through her head like a fantasy gone wild, and she stared at the onion-sized lump under her hand.

The feeling was coming again. Her knees began to shake. A cold sweat spread down her body. Her nipples were throbbing behind the thin fabric of her blouse. Liquid did not simply drool, but foamed from her bare snatch and ran like a river down her leg.

The Idea became a Plan. Amu hoisted herself up onto the desk, squatted down till her buttocks touched her heels, lifted her skirt out of the way and then brought the narrow end of the egg to touch her pubic mound.

It had come out fairly easily, so perhaps it would go back in. If it gave her such an earth-shattering climax coming out, surely putting it back in could give similar results.

The slick pink surface was slippery to the touch, as if it had absorbed some of the nectar she had spilled over it. It slid up and down her naked slit, following the guiding rhythm of her hand, slowly rubbing the sensitive outer surface of her cunt and around the mound of her clitoris. Putting pressure just above caused a sharp jolt of pleasure that started in her pussy and jumped back, up her spine, and ended somewhere in the back of her head. It was like someone had jammed a live wire in connecting her frothing sex to the inside of her head and every press of that cool, slippery hardness sent a burst of static along the line, spreading a euphoric fire as it went.

One hand was not enough. She caught the edge of her skirt in her teeth, biting down to help silence the moans coming from her lungs. One hand held the egg, its end bumping gently against the smooth pale flesh just above her vagina. The other, palm rested right on her mound, middle fingers spread arrayed either side of that narrow slit and pressed down tenderly onto the soft skin. She watched, fascinated and massively aroused, as she splayed her own labia wide apart. Pinkness greeted her. It was a much deeper, redder pink than the egg's surface, but it was pink all the same. The delicate inner folds looked drenched and still more juice bubbled from the hidden hole inside her to spill out in noisy splats onto the desktop.

Amu realised then that she was panting, and that it was her own body turning her on like she had never experienced before.

The egg's surface was cool to the touch, so much so that bringing the thing into contact with her flushed inner petals made Amu hiss and shudder to the touch. At first it felt like an ice cube on her cunt, but soon the thing soaked up her body heat, till only the hard, smooth feel of it remained. Amu pivoted her hips, rocking forward on her toes to rest her knees on the desktop, splayed wide apart. The warm, dripping pink folds of her pussy embraced the egg, spreading over its surface as she pushed it slowly upward, and eventually engulfing it.

It was big. She hadn't realised just how big it was, but the way it stretched her opening out was greater than she'd expected. Pushing the egg back in was a most bizarre sensation. Her body automatically began trying to push the thing back out once she stopped, and she put her hand on her knee to watch the pink mass slowly squeezing out of her slit for a second time. It fell to the desk with a quiet thud.

A burst of juice followed it. No mind-numbing orgasm this time. Just a warm, syrupy-sweet feeling in the pit of her stomach churning round and round, making her pussy drool. Still holding her labia open, she took the hand that was now sticky with her own fluid from the egg and stuffed one then two fingers into herself, leisurely pumping in and out, riding on a relaxingly slow climax, bringing herself to a peak and then back again repeatedly.

The egg was now drenched in her juices and slippery-slick to the touch. It was now just about body temperature, and Amu's prolonged orgasm began to do strange things to her idea.

Exploration was sadly not on today's agenda. Amu knew there would be plenty of exploring later on though, tomorrow perhaps, when she sat at home and thought of all of this. She knew that she would lie in bed and remember being here, now, giving birth to not just one but five eggs right here in her classroom. She would let the memories fill her waking mind and let her fingers wander, and she would see what felt best. One, two, three fingers? Her pussy liked to be stretched, whether it was pulling at her petals until they ached or spreading herself wide on something hard and unyielding. A carrot or a bottle would do, but the eggs were best. Her nipples preferred to be rolled and rubbed, not pinched or squeezed, and silk was best for that.

That line of reasoning led Amu to her second Idea. Still in a semi-orgasmic daze with two fingers squelching in and out of her pussy bringing miniature climax over and over again, she grabbed the egg in her other hand now and...and...on the desk...between her thighs...hold it so the end points up and then slowly...

Amu gripped the egg about its widest point, holding it upright on the desk, and repositioned herself over it so that she could lower her backside right down onto the desktop. The non-stop masturbation fuzzed her senses, and the egg wedged itself between her toned young buttocks.

She had fingered herself there once or twice. Never more than a single finger at a time. One was enough, her anus seemed to be every bit as sensitive as the inside of her vagina, if not more so, and was far more tender. What the egg would do she had no way of knowing, but it would be good, she told herself. It would be better than a finger.

She pressed her weight down on it and waited. It was a matter of taking it slowly and carefully. The egg's smooth rounded surface made a perfect penetrator. The muscular ring of her anus slowly opened at the touch of the warm object until the very tip of the egg could slide inside and open her up further. The first centimetre or two went without a hitch. The slick surface made her anus quiver and flex around the egg and drove a larger, more powerful orgasm from her frothing wet sex.

Then it stopped spreading. No more would go in. Amu's sphincter refused to open any further and the egg was stuck just over a third of the way into her rectum. The weight of it, the strain on her spasming anus was pleasurable indeed, but not enough. She wanted more. Drunk on the sea of endorphine, she needed more. Her fingers pumped faster into her squelching cunt. Her hips rocked slowly back and forth, grinding her asshole down on the egg. Gingerly she put her weight back, tried to press herself down to the tabletop.

There was a popping sensation. Amu's bottom hit the table with a heavy thud and the egg shot up inside her, disappearing completely into her asshole. Her anus screamed for a second as it was forced far too wide and spasmed tight shut behind the egg, trapping it inside. The heavy weight sat in her rectum, radiating a sensation of heat and pressure as it stretched the delicate lining of her asshole around its girth that mixed with the screaming pain of her violated anus. Amu hadn't the breath in her to scream and instead threw back her head and gave a series of long, hard pants as her orgasm shot up from a pleasurable simmer to instant boil. She came so hard and fast that she almost passed out again. So hard that she almost fell off the desk.

There was a popping sensation. Amu's bottom hit the table with a heavy thud and the egg shot up inside her, disappearing completely into her asshole. Her anus screamed for a second as it was forced far too wide and spasmed tight shut behind the egg, trapping it inside. The heavy weight sat in her rectum, radiating a sensation of heat and pressure as it stretched the delicate lining of her asshole around its girth that mixed with the screaming pain of her violated anus. Amu hadn't the breath in her to scream and instead threw back her head and gave a series of long, hard pants as her orgasm shot up from a pleasurable simmer to instant boil. She came so hard and fast that she almost passed out again. So hard that she almost fell off the desk.

Getting it in was surprisingly easy, if painful. Getting the thing back out again was an ordeal in and of itself. By comparison, laying it in the first place had been a piece of cake.

With the strange changes to her reproductive tract, her recent masochistic tendencies and all the rampaging hormones of a preadolescent girl on the verge of puberty, Amu's mind was a wealth of perversion and obscenity. And just this once, she decided, she would let those wicked ideas of hers take the reigns.

Amu staggered down off the desk, standing bowlegged, her anus still achingly tender from the sudden intrusion. In an orgasmic daze, she opened the unlocked bottom drawer where file folders were kept in stacks for the teachers to use, pulled it out as far as it would go. She squatted down over it, blushing so hard her face felt like it was on fire, and pushed the egg back out. It took several minutes, and she ended up sprawled over the desk quite a few times as the overstimulation pushed her through yet more orgasms. Eventually, there was a sliding sensation as the pinkish mass slipped free of her spasming anus at last and dropped down into the drawer with a thump.

Amu stuffed her panties into her bag and walked home that night hoping that the wind would decide to show her bare crotch to some random stranger. On Monday, she wore two pairs, with a thick wad of tissue between them. When their homeroom teacher took the egg from the drawer and showed it to the class, bewildered as all of them, Amu had to stuff three fingers in her mouth to keep from screaming as her cunt spewed like a broken dam.

Amu-chan's Exhibitionist Adventures: Chapter 3 - Amu's Winter Outing.

It was a frosty November morning just after dawn. The sky was a pale off-white from horizon to horizon. The winds were calm for the moment, and the air unusually clear. All around the sugar-frosted landscape sparkled whitely under a fresh blanket of powdery snow. There was no twittering of birdsong or chirruping insects to be heard in the early morning calm. The rush of commuters had yet to begin. Only a few brave soles had ventured out into the bitter stillness, of those only the foolish were not heavily dressed for the cold.

Hinamori Amu had dressed warmly. Long sleeved blouse and thick beige sweater, crimson scarf and puffy golden brown gloves, hefty black boots with white woolen socks and a pair of scarlet legwarmers that reached her knees. Her aversion to the cold had lost out against her more carnal urges in the end. From hip to knee, all that covered the delicately girlish youngster was a pleated red-and-brown skirt long enough to cover her thighs, yet short enough to leave a hint of bare skin between the hem and the edge of her socks. Underneath the reassuringly heavy curtain of fabric, there was only naked, cold-paled female skin.

It was a whole new leap up from being able to tell that it was coming and know just when it would happen down to a reasonable accuracy, to being able to actually hold it back. The contractions had ceased some hours previous, and Amu had somehow been able to hold them back until now by sheer force of will. She was powerless to stop the hormonal effects that flooded her body and made her shiver from head to toe and caused a hot squirt of strong-smelling fluid from the sore, pouting slit of her cunny every five minutes or so. Along the fifteen kilometre trip from the warmth of home to the chilly whiteness of the park, she had been forced to stop repeatedly. At most she had dashed into the nearest public restroom, stuffed a wad of tissue paper into the front of her panties and continued on, hoping that things would die down. A few times, her body had demanded more attention, and she had wound up removing her underwear altogether on the last stop, stuffing them sopping wet with her own juices into her own mouth to muffle the sounds of her sexual frustration while her fingers mashed the mound of her clitoris until the release washed over her like a wave.

That pair was now stuffed into her pocket. Not her favourite pair, but they were good nonetheless, frilly little lace-crotched knickers that more resembled a thong with what pitiful coverage they provided. There they would remain until she could think up an inventive way to dispose of them. Their absence meant that every time the hem of her skirt shifted, which was every time she so much as moved either leg, Amu was rewarded with a draft of cold November air breezing over her tender inner thighs and the incredibly sensitive surface of her immature pubic mound.

In the lonely cold of the park with nary a sole in sight, Amu let a delirious giggle from her lips. She span on one foot, feeling the skirt shifting around her, enjoying the stimulation of icy air whispering over the bald mound of her pubis.

An energetically overactive young girl with a voracious sexual appetite, Amu was nothing if not resourceful. With a lack of proper toys, she had learned to improvise masturbatory aids from any number of common household objects. Over time, the perversion of otherwise mundane items into sexual devices had culminated its own twisted excitement in her to the point that she found herself more and more often being turned on by the sight or sensation of completely ordinary things. Toothbrushes, lipsticks, pencils, all now had sexual connotations in her subconscious. She thought of these things fondly, red-faced, as she picked out a quiet spot along the path next to a stand of pine trees.

There was no sign of life in any direction, but it was still such an exposed location that Amu felt a moment of hesitation. She pushed it aside firmly and set to finding the perfect spot, just off the path in the shallow snow dunes sheltered under the shade of a fir. The curving line of trees meant that anyone walking up from either direction would be out of her sight until they were almost past, and anyone passing by would be getting a most intimate view indeed.

Trembling, Amu gripped tightly at the pleated hem of her skirt and held it aloft above her waist. She put her feet together, turned them heel-to-heel and then squatted down so her buttocks almost touched her ankles. Her knees splayed out to either side, leaving her soaking pussy on display for all to see. The thought sent a quiver up her spine and a jet of fluid out onto the virgin snow.

Now was the real challenge. She would be running out of time any minute. Soon, people would start out on their daily routine and no doubt some of them would be passing by. She had to get it done fast, and fast was something that didn't seem to work with this particular event. It took however long it took, and sometimes more.

She gripped the skirt edge in her teeth and let it take the brunt of her clenching jaw. Her fingers ran on automatic, so well accustomed by now to the slithering run down her lower belly and along the jutting mound of her young cunt, massaging their tips up and down either side of her slit until it frothed and ached for attention. This time she had no patience for teasing herself to a climax first. Her middle finger pressed tight down onto her vaginal slit, grinding the knuckle into herself with deliberate force, while two more pressed down on her outer labia and slowly spread them apart to an obscene splay. Her fingertips deftly found a mark between those plump lips and sank an inch or so inward, only to spread apart once more, this time opening her cunt itself to the air. Amu groaned into her skirt as her pussy gaped from end to end, gasping open along its rippling muscular length as if trying to suck the freezing air into its depths. The sensation of a frosty breeze blowing right up her cunt and into the yawning cavern of her womb sent a whole new flurry of spasms through her body, bringing forth yet more juice squirting onto the snowy ground.

The mass within her shifted again, as if responding to her actions. Convulsions pulsed across the lining of her womb, muscular walls contracting around the hard object inside and forcing it downward, pushing it out. As she felt the pointed end squeeze through her stretched cervix, her kegel muscles automatically gripped the slick, gem-studded surface and began their well practiced rippling motion. The egg shifted, strained against the overstretched rim of Amu's painfully sensitive cervix, then finally was sucked through into her cunt itself with an audible pop.

Amu listened as a brief but vicious scream echoed around the park, her face so flushed that she was starting to feel light-headed. The silken fabric rubbing against her nipples as they stiffened sent lightning bolts along her spine. Her inner thighs were slippery slick with a mixture of her ever-gushing juices and perspiration that refused to evaporate in the frosty morning air. Her labia flexed against her fingers. Ever so slowly, the egg moved down her short young vaginal tunnel, until at last the tip poked out of the gaping hole between her thighs.

It was a rich deep blue in colour and rock-hard and heavy inside her, an unforgivingly stiff surface that cooled rapidly as it slid from the young girl's body a millimetre at a time. A coiled band of gold a finger's width across ran from the very point along the body of the thing into an ever-narrowing spiral at the other end. Around the thumbnail sized blotch of gold was a ring of tiny diamonds like grains of sugar. Rubies interrupted the perfectly smooth surface at regular intervals along the spiralling band, tapering in size towards the wider end as the gold thinned. With an obscene slurping sound that seemed awfully loud in the silence of the park, the egg finally slid free and fell to the ground with a muffled thump, barely sinking into the thick snow cover.

Emptied, Amu's vagina collapsed on itself in violent pulsing contractions as if trying to crush some phantom intruder, sending the young girl sprawling out on her back in the snow, her legs kicking out spastically and stuffing her cunt-soaked hand into her mouth to stifle another scream. What gushed from her frantically spasming pussy was a waterfall in its own rights, wave after wave of the clear, bittersweet fluid splashing over the glistening shape of the freshly laid egg. That rich blue rock soon sat in a puddle of preteen cunt juice, a thin sheen coating it from end to end only adding to the sparkle of the gems set into its surface.

Amu eventually decided that leaving it like that wouldn't be for the best after all. She raked snow over her spent vaginal emissions, then made the best pillow of her lace panties she could manage and set the egg on top, using more snow to hide the frilly undergarment from view. Perhaps if someone investigated more closely, if they were to actually pick the egg up, they would see and know.

That thought accompanied Amu to school that morning, making her grind her still soaking wet prepubescent thighs together all the way through her morning classes.

Amu-chan's Exhibitionist Adventures: Chapter 4 - Amu's Private Collection

Hinamori Amu couldn't stop masturbating.

It had been three weeks since her ovaries had last produced anything solidly inorganic. She was deliberately starving herself, eating just enough to keep her going but never quite enough to start that by now familiar rumbling in the pit of her abdomen. As a result, no miraculous creations had since issued forth from betwixt her slick young thighs. Her vaginal passage had relaxed back to its normal state once more, snug and warm around a single finger. The strange urge to seek out quiet spots in public places and leave glistening trophies of her own intimate creation had subsided without any ready supply of such artefacts. Her sexual drive, however, had not.

In the beginning, she thought little of it at all. She would catch sight of one of her classmates during a physical class, or before, or after, and find the image of displayed feminine flesh oddly captivating. She would go home that evening, take herself to bed with only her favourite pair of low cut red silk panties that were far too sexy for the ten year old frame they were designed to fit, along with a necklace of pretty plastic beads from a cereal packet. Then she would picture a beautiful young girl with sparkling eyes and long, luxurious golden hair and a most adorable pout, and her bed would be drenched corner to corner come morning. If she was aware of the object of her fantasies at all, she would perhaps put it down to a growing sexual capacity that her youthful mind was not quite prepared for just yet.

As time passed since the last egg was laid, Amu became gradually aware of herself, and of her deeply ingrained desires. Barely on the cusp of puberty and already overwhelmed by the sudden explosion of carnal knowledge and frustration inside her, she allowed herself to be driven by her urges whenever the opportunity presented itself without the prejudice of maturity to sway her. Her introduction to sex through the eggs had a profound and, though she wouldn't know it for years, long-lasting impact on her sexual urges. The desire to stimulate herself vaginally was something foreign to Amu for the most part, as the normal activity of her cunt was to eject large round objects and this in itself was usually enough to set her on a whole round of wild orgasms. Without that stimulation, she tended to focus instead on an extremely sensitive clitoris, strumming herself to climax after climax in the darkness of her bedroom without effort.

After the incident involving the homeroom teacher's desk, Amu made a minor breakthrough with regards to her masturbatory activities. Not only had she been gifted with a joy buzzer for a clit, but, perhaps owed in some part to the whole egglaying business and her earlier exploration thereof, she discovered that the sensation of something, anything, probing her anal passage was enough to bring her bubbling up to that level of simmering soft climax. With just a finger buried between the pert young cheeks of her firm, muscular behind, she could keep herself hovering around a state of flushed, sweaty arousal while her pussy frothed and drooled into her knickers for hours on end. She started with fingers, soon found that generous applications of lubricating fluids made both insertions and prolonged penetration more than comfortable, and slowly moved through a truly inspired array of items. One day a lipstick tube she had bought for herself, the next a fresh baby carrot. The bead necklace was one of her favourites. They went in so easily, stayed in for as long as she wanted, and would send her into writhing ecstasy or a screaming orgasmic fit when removed depending on her method of retrieval.

Thus, Amu began her descent into a rampant narcissistic nymphomania of sorts, her every spare waking moment lost in a constant cycle of self-pleasure and sexual exploration, her dreams packed with the most startlingly vivid homoerotic images of her classmates. It became, in time, almost a subconscious thing. She seemed no longer fully aware of the process in itself beyond her simple driving urge to force her body towards endless orgasm with every opportunity. The longer her abstinance, the greater the desire became, until the frustrated youngster could barely sleep at night for the hours she would spend lying in bed, ruining her sheets.

It was only once that she actively turned her mind to the question, after a particularly lengthy and exhaustive bout of self-directed obscenity that would make fair few adults blush, never mind a ten year old girl. Lying naked and sweaty in bed, panting for air, her cunny drooling out a veritable puddle between her slippery thighs, Amu lifted her head up off the pillow and looked down along her own dimly illuminated figure in contemplation. Unbidden, the word came to her lips as if it had been placed in her head.

"Utau..."

What it meant was anyone's guess, but the pink-haired young imp had a feeling she was narrowing it down little by little with every passing day, one mind-blowing masturbatory session at a time. She had been feeling a most peculiar impulse, something that was somehow both physiological and psychological. She felt more aggressive, more assertive, more...dominant. The urge was subtle and often well disguised, but it was there all the same, pushing at her now and again with ever increasing force. She had to, had to, had to...

Exactly what she had to do, that was something she hadn't quite figured out. Up to now, the "had to" consisted of simply holding a picture of flowing golden locks and delicate facial features and opal blue eyes in her mind and driving herself to brutal, screaming orgasms. Now, at last, the vague images were no longer vague. A face filled her mind, and before she knew what was happening the youngster was already biting into her pillow hard enough to tear the cover as her fingers dragged her through a whole series of earth-shattering climaxes.

The next day of school was an emotional rollercoaster on a scale that would make puberty, for those who have already experienced, look mild by comparison. Amu spent every waking second of her classes trying not to be too obvious about sitting with one hand underneath her, a finger buried in her ass, her face redder with every passing minute until the time she could dash out to drown herself beneath the nearest cold running water in time for the next lesson. When she wasn't trying far too hard to look interested in her work, she was staring at anything female and spinning out the most torrid, obscene fantasies in her head. Seeing Utau again, when she finally got the chance, turned the little sexual maniac into a walking jelly brick by contrast. It took resolve she would never have thought she had to keep from tearing the other girl's uniform off her and ravishing her perfect body till they both ached from head to toe.

She knew. She knew with a certainty she had never experienced before. She knew more definitely than she had ever known anything in her life. She knew, and it made her shiver every time she thought of it. She had to have that delicately feminine body in her hands, had to feel the skin that seemed so soft and silky-smooth, run her fingers through those shimmering golden locks and taste the pert, narrow lips such an elegant shade of pink. Utau was it. Utau was the "had to".

Amu knew, and that set her mind in motion. She had a plan. She wasn't too clear on the details, but those would sort themselves out in time. Preparation was required. Physically, but also emotionally. Her brain ran through various scenarios, logically analysing each for reasonable probability of success, but her body was on auto-pilot. She writhed on the sweat-soaked sheet of her bed, already sore from an hour of enthusiastic masturbation, and her hands were in the right place all by themselves. She was barely conscious of the sensations, of her fingers already drenched in her own juices and a slippery coating of olive oil driving their way insistantly into the crevice of her clenched and quivering buttocks, and the sharp pang of pleasure when not one but two sank full length into her spasming anus. Two fingers stretching her puckered anal ring into an unspeakably lewd gape, and yet more still found space for further pleasure, caressing upwards along the folds of her immature cunt. A carefully trimmed nail flicked across her still achingly stiff clitoris, bringing out a gasp she never fully heard. After so many weeks of self exploration, the tiny little pinprick of an opening just below her clitty was every bit as accommodating as her asshole had grown to be, and a single fingertip only had a moment's struggle wriggling from side to side before the heart-stopping sensation shook Amu's young body out of her daydreaming. As sensitive as the rest of her seemed to be, the barest hint of forced entry to the delicate little tunnel of her urethral passage was like a magic button, dumping her right into a writhing, squirming orgasm that rocked back and forth across her like a gentle ocean tide. The more she pressed, the stronger it became, but she rarely ever got past just the slightest entry before the sensation overwhelmed her completely.

In the middle of all of it, the plan began to form in her head. It was Utau she wanted, or needed, whatever it was. It was Utau's unmentionable beauty, and so that was what she would capture, by any means necessary. Hopefully, the new part of her that she was only vaguely aware of yet would know where to go from there.