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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.
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