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Amu-chan's Exhibitionist Adventures: Chapter 4 - Amu's Enlightenment Anonymous
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.
>> Anonymous
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.
>> Anonymous
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...
>> Anonymous
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".
>> Anonymous
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.
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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.

And so, for the next week and a half, Amu taught herself how to sew.