THE EGG GAME
A story by Gymnarchist. I thought I'd try my hand at putting the E in ENF for once. All characters are fictional, this is a fantasy, don't read this if it is illegal for you to do so, don't take this as any suggestion for real life activity, etc. All important characters are presented as 16 or older.
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MONDAY
*beep beep* “Two. Forty. Five. P. M.”
John Melmarch’s phone alarm jolted him out of his reverie. He had been working hard on debugging a recalcitrant API, and making what he felt to be a little bit of progress, in that at least he now understood what it was doing wrong, although why remained a dilemma at this point. His daughter Marylee would be finishing school shortly, and the alarm gave him enough time to get one of the good parking spaces if he left immediately.
Scooping up the phone and his keys, he yelled “I’m picking up Marylee,” and headed out the door. The drive was still unfamiliar, the three of them only recently moved to Calleyville for Jessica’s new job … and as he opened the car door he realized that he had yelled to no-one, as Jessica was in training today. He followed the phone directions, the traffic seeming light to him, letting himself fall back into contemplation of the problem. It’s only throwing an error when specific users called it, but it doesn’t always throw that error. Doesn’t make any sense.
John nosed the Ford into the parking space, one of the best ones he’d found so far, just in time for the bell. Students began pouring out of the doors, calling out noisily, grouping up with friends, some heading to buses, some to the parking lot, some to sidewalks. The warm spring sun shone bright, the leafy trees overhead dappling shadow onto the green grass. It was a pretty town, John had to admit. He had the good fortune of being able to work anywhere, unlike Jessica who needed equipment for the clients to use, so it was Marylee whose life was most uprooted. Hopefully she was making friends.
… what is she wearing? John peered at his daughter, who was padding barefoot across the grass. She clutched a large textbook across her body, and wore a backpack, but she … didn’t seem to have anything else on? Spotting the car, she tucked the textbook under an arm revealing herself to be in fact completely naked, and broke into a jog. She opened the door, threw the book and bag into the back, and buckled her seatbelt.
“Why are you naked?” John asked, concerned.
“Never mind, it’s fine. I’m OK.” Marylee muttered. Her tight jawline and faintly reddened eyes showed her emotional upset. Like her mother, Marylee tended to want to deal with her own problems herself, but this seemed like something serious, so John risked a further probe.
“What happened?” he asked, with some trepidation.
“I just … I lost a game. It’s OK. I’m fine, Dad. Go!” She shrunk down a bit below the window, and gestured at John and the steering wheel. He took the hint. The moment they pulled into the garage, Marylee leapt out with her bag, stuffing the book into it, and through the garage access into the house. John pressed the garage remote to lower the door, and followed.
Unsure whether to knock on her room door or return to the issue of the API, John filled the kettle and set it boiling. Marylee made the decision for him when she came back down about ten minutes later, hair wet from the shower and now wearing her normal house outfit of a T-shirt and shorts. She seemed calmer, and took out the tea makings.
“So … how was your day?” John asked, as Marylee sat down with her tea at the kitchen island bench. He sipped his own, and waited.
“Could have gone better. Like I said, I lost a game. The girls play it at lunch. I just need to practice more, I can definitely win next time.”
“What kind of game is it?” Like most programmers, John had an interest in games.
Marylee blushed, and pursed her lips. “A girl’s game, Dad. You don’t need to know the details.”
“You were naked, Marylee.”
“It’s not a big deal. Don’t worry about it.”
“You were naked after lunch? Didn’t you get in trouble?”
“No!” Marylee stood up. “Everyone knew I’d lost the game, including the teachers. So it was fine. People laughed at me but it was because I’d lost.”
“Is it …” John thought about how to phrase it, “is it the sort of game that the other girls have played a lot, and you’re new to?”
Marylee sighed. She knew where her father was going with this. “Yes Dad, it is. I thought I would at least do OK and I was the total loser. Last place. It was more embarrassing than having to be naked the rest of the day. I’m going up to my room to practice.” She finished her tea and fetched a carton of eggs and a bowl from the cupboard. Baffled but glad she was at least focused on something, John returned to his computer.
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TUESDAY
Jessica winced and spat. “Why are there eggshell bits in the scrambled eggs?”
Marylee, who had cooked breakfast, blushed. “Sorry Mom, I thought I strained them all. I must have missed a bit.”
“More than a bit,” John said, taking one out of his own mouth.
“Sorry! You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want!” the teenager blurted. “Just have toast!”
“It’s alright, they taste OK, just wasn’t expecting it. Hurry up and get dressed for school, I’ll take you,” said Jessica. She herself was dressed for work, in a tracksuit, T-shirt and gym shoes. Marylee was wearing the same outfit as last night, having slept in it. She quickly finished her breakfast and ran upstairs.
“I meant to say,” said John, “you should have seen how she came home yesterday. Naked!”
“What the heck?” Jessica startled.
“Some game, she said. Refused to explain. Said she was fine. I decided not to push it, maybe she’ll talk to you. ‘A girl’s game’, she said.”
“Uh … okay. That’s new. I don’t know of any girl’s games that the girls come home naked. Did the school … was the school okay with it?”
“She said so. I’m not sure whether I believe her.”
“What about the other kids?”
John cast his mind back, he’d mostly been thinking about the program but when his daughter came out, he hadn’t really noticed anyone staring, laughing, following her, et cetera. “I don’t think they minded. Maybe it’s not all that unusual. That is, though.” He pointed to Marylee. The pretty teen had come back down the stairs, wearing her pink bathrobe. Only her pink bathrobe.
“You’re not wearing that,” Jessica said.
“It’s that or nothing,” Marylee replied. “And I have to leave it in the car with you anyway, so if you’d rather I wear nothing, then that’s an option.” She undid the bathrobe, revealing that she did in fact wear nothing underneath. Also, she had apparently shaved in the shower.
“What the hell? I don’t understand, Marylee. Are you becoming some sort of nudist?”
“NO! I lost the egg game! I have to stay naked until someone else loses! That’s the rules!” Marylee yelled.
“What a stupid idea! Go upstairs, get dressed immediately, and come back down!”
“They’ll make me strip!” Marylee’s eyes brimmed with tears.
“No they will not, I am going to take you to the office. Get dressed. Now.” Jessica pointed upstairs. Marylee obeyed, coming back down in T-shirt, tennis skirt, and sandals. “Okay. Get in the car.” She grabbed her bag and headed to the garage.
John waved goodbye to his wife and daughter as he finished his scrambled eggs. *Crunch*, went another speck of eggshell between his teeth. He wondered whether the API itself changed user access permissions during its runtime.
The ride to school was tense. “You’ll see,” was all Marylee would say, and she stopped saying it after a few times. Jessica was worried, but she could see that Marylee was mostly angry, not frightened. Embarrassed? Probably that too. They pulled into the parking lot, much earlier than usual. Marylee kicked her sandals off and started to push her skirt down, revealing nothing at all beneath.
“Stop that,” said Jessica. Marylee glared at her, and pulled it back up. She grabbed her bag and got out, slamming the door, then grimly marched barefoot ahead of her mother towards the school office.
“Hello Marylee,” smiled the school secretary as they arrived. “You’re dressed today? I thought you lost the game?”
“My MOTHER,” Marylee angrily swept her arm towards the offending parent, “insisted. And she wants to talk to Ms Stuckhampton about it.”
“Oh, that’s fine. That happens sometimes. It’s alright, Marylee. Don’t worry ladies, Ms Stuckhampton will explain everything. Take a seat.”
“It had better be a good explanation,” Jessica glared. After a few minutes, the office door opened again and a tall brunette, slender and muscular, forty or so, walked in. She was dressed in skin-tight jeans, flip-flops, and a loose floaty translucent top with narrow strings that only barely covered her medium-sized breasts, under which she clearly wore no bra above her visible abs. She kicked off the flip-flops by the door, and smiled, holding her hand out to Jessica.
“Hi, I’m Ms Stuckhampton. Sandrine. You’d be Marylee’s mother?” Her accent was English. “Come in.” She opened the inner door to her private office, and indicated that Jessica and Marylee should enter, then went in herself and closed the door. “So, you’re concerned about Marylee’s participation in the girls’ egg game?” she smiled.
“I’m concerned that she wanted to come to school naked,” Jessica said. “I’m not clear on the whole game thing either.”
“Oh, that’s the loser’s forfeit,” Sandrine said. She smiled, as if that explained it all.
“I’m Jessica, by the way. What do you mean by forfeit?”
“The girl who loses the game has to forfeit. In this case, Marylee lost and forfeited wearing clothing to school. Which she’s in breach of right now, I should say.”
“What? How is that even legal?”
“Why wouldn’t it be? This state has no law against nudity in public, and furthermore the authority of an institution permits us to allow it, which we do.”
“But it’s embarrassing! Who even runs around naked?”
“You might be surprised, but yes, the embarrassment is the point of the forfeit. Are you embarrassed, Marylee?” Marylee agreed that she was. “You should probably give me your clothes before anyone sees,” Sandrine smiled.
“Wait, stop!” Jessica interjected. “Is that even safe for her? What if … boys touch her?”
“We are very clear about inappropriate touching, and that is definitely against the rules. Has anyone touched you, Marylee?” The teenager shook her head. “No-one will. For one thing the boys wouldn’t be allowed to watch, if any of them interfered. They’d probably grab any who tried before any of them got near a girl.”
“What are they even watching?” Jessica asked.
“Oh, it’s a competitive Kegels event based on the artwork of Milo Moire. It’s been a tradition of the school for several years now. They compete every Monday at lunchtime, and they are very eager.”
“I don’t even know … wait, I do know what that is! What are they doing?”
“Perhaps you should show Jessica?” Sandrine asked Marylee. The girl agreed, nodding vigorously. She stood up and took off her T-shirt and tennis skirt. “Oh, nice shave,” Sandrine complimented her.
“Yes, I was the only one with a full bush yesterday!” Marylee laughed. Jessica stared open-mouthed. Other than this morning she hadn’t seen her daughter naked for a few years, and Marylee had developed considerably. She had pert B-cup breasts, a narrow waist, curvy hips, lithe legs, and even with her feet together, a notable thigh gap. A body very much like her own, really.
Sandrine had procured an egg from somewhere and handed it, and a lunch bowl—taking out the spoon—to Marylee. Marylee spread her feet shoulder width apart, placed the bowl between them, and then (to a shocked squeak from Jessica) pushed the egg up inside her vagina! Sandrine nodded approvingly, tapped her watch, and said “Go.”
Marylee’s thighs and tummy flexed, and an expression of concentration crossed her face. The older women waited. They waited some more. Sandrine looked a bit concerned. “Are you okay?” she asked. Marylee nodded vigorously, bending a little. A few more moments passed. Finally *crack* went the egg and a gush of egg innards and shell pieces flowed out and splashed into the bowl. Sandrine passed her a tissue.
“And that’s why I lost,” Marylee glared, cleaning herself up.
“And that’s why there’s no eggs in the cupboard and we had eggshell in the scrambled eggs you made this morning.” Jessica glared back. Sandrine laughed. “Don’t you laugh, this isn’t funny, this is a stupid ridiculous game and my daughter isn’t going to participate in it any further!”
“MOM!” Marylee screamed. “NO! I want to win! I lost! Losing sucks! LET ME WIN!”
“It isn’t necessary to actually win,” said Sandrine. “Just the last girl to crack her egg loses, is all.”
“And that girl runs around naked for a whole week?” Jessica squeaked.
“YES!” Marylee screamed. “YES I HAVE TO! Before me it was Jane Wolver and before her Kai-Ling Hu!”
“What happened to them?” Jessica asked, pointedly looking at Sandrine.
“They didn’t lose, I suppose,” she shrugged.
“This doesn’t bother you? What about dress code standards?”
Sandrine giggled. “Jessica, do I look like I care about dress codes? My focus is on education. The kids want to blow off steam in harmless ways, and in my experience that lets them focus on education too. I genuinely don’t mind if all of them come here naked. In fact I’d prefer it. But it’s their choice that matters. They decided that nudity would be the forfeit for the egg game, so if other people are naked too that means it’s not a forfeit, so they’d have to come up with something else.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know, kids are imaginative. Nothing painful, I hope. They’re not allowed to touch each other without consent but they’re also allowed to give consent, so it’s up to them. If there’s a problem, the teachers will referee it, or I will. Now, Marylee is late to class and you look like you might be late to your own work, so is there anything else I can help you with?”
Jessica looked at Marylee. “Are you sure …”
“YES! MOM! GO!” Marylee looked for a moment like she was about to stamp her bare foot. “And take these with you!” She handed the skirt and shirt over.
*Little brat*, Jessica thought. “So should I buy you some more eggs?” Marylee looked stumped by the question for a second, then nodded. “Hug for your mother?” They embraced, and Jessica left. Sandrine handed Marylee a hall pass and shooed her out afterwards.
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TUESDAY AFTERNOON
John pulled in again to the parking lot at 2:55pm. He’d had a good day, the API problem was looking all but solved, user feedback indicating that no more errors had yet occurred, but it couldn’t be fully signed off until his manager had reviewed it too. John didn’t expect that to be an issue. The next job down the pipe involved refactoring the user interface for font and icon consistency, the sort of work John loved and would volunteer for, if everyone else weren’t already eager to give it to him.
Marylee was naked again, this time with no book. She was talking to another girl, apparently on friendly terms, and the two exchanged goodbyes as Marylee ran to John’s car. “Hi Dad,” she said.
“Good day? Mom didn’t get you out of whatever this is?”
“NO! She tried but I didn’t let her!”
“So … it’s your decision, this?” John and Jessica had always let Marylee have a fair degree of freedom, only stepping in to prevent her doing things that were going to be dangerous, or get her into trouble. She had been a sensible kid, at least until this thing, whatever it was. John looked in her eyes as she mulled it over.
“I guess it is. I don’t like it, I feel stupid, but I want to play the game properly and I want to win.”
“That’s my girl,” John nodded approvingly.
Marylee picked up her bathrobe on the way in, showered, then came back down wearing it. She sat at the table doing homework while John tinkered in his office at the program. Around four-o’clock she cleared the table and played with her console game for a while, then a bit after five, she set the table and started prep for dinner.
Jessica walked in at 5:25, bearing grocery bags. Marylee helped her unpack them (two cartons of eggs included), noticing Jessica’s aloof mood. “What’s up, Mom?”
“I’m just wondering why you’re dressed,” Jessica said.
“What? I can be dressed at home, it’s only school,” Marylee replied.
“Why? Who says? Is that the actual rule?”
“I think it’s more that nobody checks,” Marylee laughed, the laugh trailing off as she noticed Jessica’s stony face. “Why?” Jessica held out her hand.
“But I don’t need to be naked at home,” Jessica protested.
“Is it embarrassing? More so than at school?”
“Well … not really. But it’s a break, you know?”
“Do winners take breaks now, Marylee?” Jessica asked. “Take it off.” Marylee stared. This was quite unusual from her generally supportive mother. But she supposed it didn’t really matter, it wasn’t as if they were going to see anything they hadn’t seen already. She shrugged out of the bathrobe. “Good girl. Now, I have something for you. I don’t want to be buying eggs every day and your father and I don’t want to be eating that many anyway. Here.” She took a small package out of her tracksuit pocket. “Unwrap it.” Marylee did. It was a blue rubber bulb, a little larger than an egg. Jessica gestured towards Marylee’s pelvic area. “Put it in.”
“Mom, what?”
“You had no problem showing me the egg game this morning, you can do this too. Put it in.” With some trepidation, the teenager did. It didn’t quite disappear, a blue circle the size of a dime remaining visible behind and between her labia. “Okay. Squeeze.” Marylee did. The circle pulsed. “I don’t want to see you without that unless you’re on the toilet or in the shower. You can link it to your phone by Bluetooth, and it will count your repetitions and your strength. It’s a Kegel exerciser.”
“MOM! You want me to wear that to school?”
“I want you to wear it EVERYWHERE, young lady. I want you to use it ALL THE TIME. You mess with the bull, you get the horns. This is what you wanted. I am a physiotherapist, this is a piece of physiotherapy equipment for rebuilding muscle strength after childbirth. This will get you cracking that egg in seconds.”
“Don’t people normally wear something over it?”
“Yes Marylee, I believe people normally do. Now help me finish dinner. We’re going out to the movies afterwards.”
The Egg Game
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Re: The Egg Game
WEDNESDAY
Marylee woke with a start to a knock on her door. “Wake up!” Jessica called. She had been dreaming of flying, propelled along by a kind of rocket engine … oh. There was something in her pussy, she hadn’t dreamed that. Oh, my. She stroked her swollen clit. Oh. “Come out Marylee!”
“Give me a minute!” Marylee had woken up super horny! Last night at the movies she had barely been able to keep her hands off her bare pussy, wriggling in the chair while she and her parents watched the fairly dull romantic comedy, flexing her vaginal muscles around the exercise device, which she had found gave off a soft glow with each squeeze. As soon as she got home she had gone to bed and masturbated, then fallen asleep.
“No, I’m coming in,” said Jessica, and did. Her daughter was lying in bed, covers off, legs apart, the blue dot visible, one hand on her clit, one on her breast, her pussy damp and pink. “You can do that downstairs. Here.” She handed Marylee a cup of warm coffee.
“What the hell, Mom! Don’t I have privacy?”
“You decided not to have privacy, young lady. Unless you’ve changed your mind? Drink it, then go pee. We’re going jogging!” Marylee drank, her cheeks burning. She was barely awake. Glancing at her phone she saw it was 5:00am! Barely even sunlight! “Hurry up. Are you doing your squeezes?” Jessica pointedly glanced between her daughter’s legs.
“I need to pee!”
“You can squeeze while you drink.” The little device glowed softly in time with Marylee’s muscle movements. “Good!” Jessica grinned. Marylee finished the coffee and got out of bed, then padded to her bathroom. “Don’t bother showering, you’re going to get real sweaty!”
“Ugh, why are you like this?” Marylee flexed and poked the device out, then sat on the toilet. Her bladder empty, she wiped and stood up to wash her hands. “Where are we going?”
Jessica herself wore yoga shorts, a bandeau top, and gym shoes. She had a little backpack and two phone holding armbands, one for her own and one she handed to Marylee, having put the girl’s phone in it. “You’ll see,” she smirked. “Forgetting something?” Marylee glared, snatched the device, and stuffed it in. Her arousal had subsided somewhat but she was still damp, and it went in easily, almost instantly ramping her up again. “Squeeze!” said Jessica. The light glowed. “OK, outside.” Marylee followed her mother out the door and onto the pavement. The streetlights were still on, the rising sun just visible above the road and the horizon. “As you step, squeeze in rhythm. We’re aiming for one per step but it doesn’t matter, just get used to it first. Squeezing and running at the same time is what we’re practicing.”
“We?” Marylee glared.
Jessica nodded. “How do you think I got back in shape after I had you? I jogged, I did Kegel exercises, I swam, I rode. I did a triathlon when you were two.”
“Did you win?” Marylee sneered.
“Of course not, but I didn’t lose. Run!” Jessica swatted Marylee’s bare butt. The girl squeaked. The two ran, Jessica watching for the light. “We should do this at night too,” she commented. “I can’t really see the light as well. Oh, hold up.” They had gone a few hundred feet. Jessica took her phone out. “Take it out for me, please.”
“What, here?”
“Yes of course.” Marylee groaned. The exposure and the squeezing was making her SUPER horny. She shuddered as she pulled the thing out, and it was wet as she handed it to her mother, who didn’t seem to mind. “Marylee if you need to rub your clitoris, you can.” Marylee was shocked. “I get it, it makes you hot, I used one too. Mind, I had to duck into bathrooms, the law wasn’t quite as progressive back then. But if you want to masturbate, you can.”
Marylee didn’t really feel like it any more, the idea was off-putting and she actually was starting to feel more uncomfortable. “Mom let’s just get on with this.”
Jessica finished pairing the device to her own phone. “Spread,” she said. A car drove past. Marylee reflexively shrank back. “None of that, you are practicing to win the egg game.” Marylee whimpered, but spread her legs. Her mother gently pushed the device in. “There. Let’s keep running.”
Jessica’s phone now gave a ping with each squeeze, to Marylee’s despair. Thankfully they hadn’t met … oh. “Hi!” she squealed, to an old lady walking her little fluffy dog. The old lady smiled and wished Marylee and Jessica good morning, but didn’t seem otherwise concerned, certainly didn’t raise any fuss.
They ran, Marylee getting hornier and hornier with each step. By the second turn, her nipples were hard as rocks, her face was flushed, and her bare pussy was glowing pink. “Oh, a coffee shop!” said Jessica. “I’ve been meaning to check that out.” She started off across the road, her nude daughter panting behind. There was a small line, and the Melmarches joined. “Hi!” said Jessica, ebullient, not at all out of breath. “I’m Jessica, this is my daughter Marylee. We moved here, oh, six weeks ago.”
“You seem to be fitting in well here,” grinned one of the customers, a young man in lycra and bike shoes, his bike—a very expensive looking one—leant against a street sign.
“Very courageous young lady,” complimented an office-worker looking woman. “You certainly have the looks for that look, I must say!” She took her coffee and headed off.
Jessica ordered two coffees. “So, what’s your name?” she asked the young man.
“Karl,” he replied. “I go to school here. I saw you Monday,” he grinned at the blushing Marylee.
“Oh did you!?” Jessica exclaimed. “Did you hear that Marylee?”
“I’m not deaf Mom!” Marylee replied. “My mom is trying to embarrass me,” she said to Karl.
“You look great,” Karl smiled. “She’s only been her a few weeks and she joined in the egg game on Monday, most of the girls practice for ages first!”
“I didn’t realize how hard it would be,” Marylee muttered. “Made a real fool of myself, in front of everybody.”
“It’s a lot harder than it looks, apparently. My girlfriend lost the first time she tried too, her egg fell right out. My sister did well though, first to crack the egg.”
Jessica leaned in. “So, how exactly does it work? The game part.”
Karl seemed more than happy to explain, as Marylee shrank and wished the earth would swallow her up. Her horniness was all gone again. She desperately stared at the barista, as if wishing would make the coffees come faster. “Monday lunch, they bring out the egg carton, and up to twelve girls can play. Sometimes they don’t get the full twelve. Every girl takes off all of her clothes, and they put a bowl between her legs to catch the splash.”
“Oh, my,” said Jessica. “So you took off all of your clothes to join this game?” Marylee nodded.
“Everyone loves it, it’s great. There’s a bit of competition between the girls, but Ms Stuckhampton believes some is healthy as a motivator, not too much. No girl is forced to play who doesn’t want to. It’s good for girls to be admired.”
“I’m pleased to hear that,” said Jessica, glancing at Marylee. She had never seen her daughter blush so hard. Cute.
“Then the loser of last week, who was nude the whole time, goes along the line putting the eggs in.”
“Ohh, so another girl touched your little pussy!” said Jessica. Marylee nodded. Her eyes were getting red, and her pussy was twitching. “Keep squeezing,” Jessica said. To Karl, she explained: “I’m helping Marylee practice. She has a physiotherapy device in, it helps her squeeze to strengthen her cervical muscles. See the little light?” Karl bent down to look at it, and seemed impressed.
“That’s really clever!” he said. Marylee gasped and moaned. “Oh, I bet it makes you hot!” he grinned. “I can help you with that if you like,” he offered. She squeaked.
“Was that a yes?” Jessica asked. “I don’t think it was a no. It’s a yes. You can help her.” She was keen to see exactly what this quite nice young man would do. He put down his coffee and stood behind Marylee, gently pulling her against his body. With his left hand he encircled her chest. He was tall enough to put his chin on the top of her head, which felt really nice. He stroked her hard right nipple, the small crowd watching. With his right hand, he gently tickled down the side of her nude body, from ribcage to thigh. Marylee involuntarily moaned. He moved his hand gently across, to cup her bare pussy. She squealed.
“Are you liking this?” he asked. She nodded vigorously. He pushed one finger inwards, smoothly over her distended clit. Then he began to stroke it, gently and forcefully, the shuddering girl in his arms. Jessica took out her phone and began to take photos. The faint light flickered, the dings on Jessica’s phone coming faster.
Marylee bucked and moaned, clamping her mouth shut. Her juice ran down her thighs. She was being publicly masturbated, by a boy she just met, and her mother not only approved but was taking photos. He ran his hand back and forth over her wet mound. The barista stopped to watch. Marylee’s faint cries between clenched teeth continued. Karl expertly spread her pussy lips, a finger either side of her clit. “Mmmph!” she vocalized as she came. She bucked again, both feet off the ground, her full weight in Karl’s arms. Karl set her down and pushed her forward onto elbows and knees, bare round ass in the air higher than her head. He splashed the warm coffee over her bare pussy as he knelt, licking hard with his tongue. Marylee came and came and came, the app on Jessica’s phone marking every flex.
Finally he judged that she seemed to have had enough, and stood up. Marylee collapsed into the wet morning grass, her sensitive skin feeling every blade of it. Karl reached a hand down to her, smiling. “Welcome to Calleyville,” he said as he helped her up. On unsteady legs, Marylee tottered to a chair. The barista handed her a coffee for herself, and one for Jessica that she passed across. “See you at school!” said Karl, waving as he got onto his bike.
Jessica was stunned, not just at the extraordinary behavior but also at the skill the boy had shown. She would have to reenact this with John later!
Marylee stroked her sticky pussy, only noticing that she was doing it when the barista, a tall slim woman with spiky purple hair, smiled at her. “Thank you for the show,” she said.
“I think I need a shower,” Marylee murmured. Taking their coffees, the Melmarch women walked home, in silence broken only by the pings of the phone.
They entered the house, seeing John had prepared cereal bowls and orange juice for each. He was surprised to see his daughter looking dazed, with wet grass clinging to her and her pelvis and thighs glistening. “Hi Dad,” she said. “I’m going to take a shower.” She stumbled up the stairs. Ping, ping went Jessica’s phone. John looked at her curiously.
“We had a fun morning,” Jessica said. “I’ll show you some photos!”
Marylee woke with a start to a knock on her door. “Wake up!” Jessica called. She had been dreaming of flying, propelled along by a kind of rocket engine … oh. There was something in her pussy, she hadn’t dreamed that. Oh, my. She stroked her swollen clit. Oh. “Come out Marylee!”
“Give me a minute!” Marylee had woken up super horny! Last night at the movies she had barely been able to keep her hands off her bare pussy, wriggling in the chair while she and her parents watched the fairly dull romantic comedy, flexing her vaginal muscles around the exercise device, which she had found gave off a soft glow with each squeeze. As soon as she got home she had gone to bed and masturbated, then fallen asleep.
“No, I’m coming in,” said Jessica, and did. Her daughter was lying in bed, covers off, legs apart, the blue dot visible, one hand on her clit, one on her breast, her pussy damp and pink. “You can do that downstairs. Here.” She handed Marylee a cup of warm coffee.
“What the hell, Mom! Don’t I have privacy?”
“You decided not to have privacy, young lady. Unless you’ve changed your mind? Drink it, then go pee. We’re going jogging!” Marylee drank, her cheeks burning. She was barely awake. Glancing at her phone she saw it was 5:00am! Barely even sunlight! “Hurry up. Are you doing your squeezes?” Jessica pointedly glanced between her daughter’s legs.
“I need to pee!”
“You can squeeze while you drink.” The little device glowed softly in time with Marylee’s muscle movements. “Good!” Jessica grinned. Marylee finished the coffee and got out of bed, then padded to her bathroom. “Don’t bother showering, you’re going to get real sweaty!”
“Ugh, why are you like this?” Marylee flexed and poked the device out, then sat on the toilet. Her bladder empty, she wiped and stood up to wash her hands. “Where are we going?”
Jessica herself wore yoga shorts, a bandeau top, and gym shoes. She had a little backpack and two phone holding armbands, one for her own and one she handed to Marylee, having put the girl’s phone in it. “You’ll see,” she smirked. “Forgetting something?” Marylee glared, snatched the device, and stuffed it in. Her arousal had subsided somewhat but she was still damp, and it went in easily, almost instantly ramping her up again. “Squeeze!” said Jessica. The light glowed. “OK, outside.” Marylee followed her mother out the door and onto the pavement. The streetlights were still on, the rising sun just visible above the road and the horizon. “As you step, squeeze in rhythm. We’re aiming for one per step but it doesn’t matter, just get used to it first. Squeezing and running at the same time is what we’re practicing.”
“We?” Marylee glared.
Jessica nodded. “How do you think I got back in shape after I had you? I jogged, I did Kegel exercises, I swam, I rode. I did a triathlon when you were two.”
“Did you win?” Marylee sneered.
“Of course not, but I didn’t lose. Run!” Jessica swatted Marylee’s bare butt. The girl squeaked. The two ran, Jessica watching for the light. “We should do this at night too,” she commented. “I can’t really see the light as well. Oh, hold up.” They had gone a few hundred feet. Jessica took her phone out. “Take it out for me, please.”
“What, here?”
“Yes of course.” Marylee groaned. The exposure and the squeezing was making her SUPER horny. She shuddered as she pulled the thing out, and it was wet as she handed it to her mother, who didn’t seem to mind. “Marylee if you need to rub your clitoris, you can.” Marylee was shocked. “I get it, it makes you hot, I used one too. Mind, I had to duck into bathrooms, the law wasn’t quite as progressive back then. But if you want to masturbate, you can.”
Marylee didn’t really feel like it any more, the idea was off-putting and she actually was starting to feel more uncomfortable. “Mom let’s just get on with this.”
Jessica finished pairing the device to her own phone. “Spread,” she said. A car drove past. Marylee reflexively shrank back. “None of that, you are practicing to win the egg game.” Marylee whimpered, but spread her legs. Her mother gently pushed the device in. “There. Let’s keep running.”
Jessica’s phone now gave a ping with each squeeze, to Marylee’s despair. Thankfully they hadn’t met … oh. “Hi!” she squealed, to an old lady walking her little fluffy dog. The old lady smiled and wished Marylee and Jessica good morning, but didn’t seem otherwise concerned, certainly didn’t raise any fuss.
They ran, Marylee getting hornier and hornier with each step. By the second turn, her nipples were hard as rocks, her face was flushed, and her bare pussy was glowing pink. “Oh, a coffee shop!” said Jessica. “I’ve been meaning to check that out.” She started off across the road, her nude daughter panting behind. There was a small line, and the Melmarches joined. “Hi!” said Jessica, ebullient, not at all out of breath. “I’m Jessica, this is my daughter Marylee. We moved here, oh, six weeks ago.”
“You seem to be fitting in well here,” grinned one of the customers, a young man in lycra and bike shoes, his bike—a very expensive looking one—leant against a street sign.
“Very courageous young lady,” complimented an office-worker looking woman. “You certainly have the looks for that look, I must say!” She took her coffee and headed off.
Jessica ordered two coffees. “So, what’s your name?” she asked the young man.
“Karl,” he replied. “I go to school here. I saw you Monday,” he grinned at the blushing Marylee.
“Oh did you!?” Jessica exclaimed. “Did you hear that Marylee?”
“I’m not deaf Mom!” Marylee replied. “My mom is trying to embarrass me,” she said to Karl.
“You look great,” Karl smiled. “She’s only been her a few weeks and she joined in the egg game on Monday, most of the girls practice for ages first!”
“I didn’t realize how hard it would be,” Marylee muttered. “Made a real fool of myself, in front of everybody.”
“It’s a lot harder than it looks, apparently. My girlfriend lost the first time she tried too, her egg fell right out. My sister did well though, first to crack the egg.”
Jessica leaned in. “So, how exactly does it work? The game part.”
Karl seemed more than happy to explain, as Marylee shrank and wished the earth would swallow her up. Her horniness was all gone again. She desperately stared at the barista, as if wishing would make the coffees come faster. “Monday lunch, they bring out the egg carton, and up to twelve girls can play. Sometimes they don’t get the full twelve. Every girl takes off all of her clothes, and they put a bowl between her legs to catch the splash.”
“Oh, my,” said Jessica. “So you took off all of your clothes to join this game?” Marylee nodded.
“Everyone loves it, it’s great. There’s a bit of competition between the girls, but Ms Stuckhampton believes some is healthy as a motivator, not too much. No girl is forced to play who doesn’t want to. It’s good for girls to be admired.”
“I’m pleased to hear that,” said Jessica, glancing at Marylee. She had never seen her daughter blush so hard. Cute.
“Then the loser of last week, who was nude the whole time, goes along the line putting the eggs in.”
“Ohh, so another girl touched your little pussy!” said Jessica. Marylee nodded. Her eyes were getting red, and her pussy was twitching. “Keep squeezing,” Jessica said. To Karl, she explained: “I’m helping Marylee practice. She has a physiotherapy device in, it helps her squeeze to strengthen her cervical muscles. See the little light?” Karl bent down to look at it, and seemed impressed.
“That’s really clever!” he said. Marylee gasped and moaned. “Oh, I bet it makes you hot!” he grinned. “I can help you with that if you like,” he offered. She squeaked.
“Was that a yes?” Jessica asked. “I don’t think it was a no. It’s a yes. You can help her.” She was keen to see exactly what this quite nice young man would do. He put down his coffee and stood behind Marylee, gently pulling her against his body. With his left hand he encircled her chest. He was tall enough to put his chin on the top of her head, which felt really nice. He stroked her hard right nipple, the small crowd watching. With his right hand, he gently tickled down the side of her nude body, from ribcage to thigh. Marylee involuntarily moaned. He moved his hand gently across, to cup her bare pussy. She squealed.
“Are you liking this?” he asked. She nodded vigorously. He pushed one finger inwards, smoothly over her distended clit. Then he began to stroke it, gently and forcefully, the shuddering girl in his arms. Jessica took out her phone and began to take photos. The faint light flickered, the dings on Jessica’s phone coming faster.
Marylee bucked and moaned, clamping her mouth shut. Her juice ran down her thighs. She was being publicly masturbated, by a boy she just met, and her mother not only approved but was taking photos. He ran his hand back and forth over her wet mound. The barista stopped to watch. Marylee’s faint cries between clenched teeth continued. Karl expertly spread her pussy lips, a finger either side of her clit. “Mmmph!” she vocalized as she came. She bucked again, both feet off the ground, her full weight in Karl’s arms. Karl set her down and pushed her forward onto elbows and knees, bare round ass in the air higher than her head. He splashed the warm coffee over her bare pussy as he knelt, licking hard with his tongue. Marylee came and came and came, the app on Jessica’s phone marking every flex.
Finally he judged that she seemed to have had enough, and stood up. Marylee collapsed into the wet morning grass, her sensitive skin feeling every blade of it. Karl reached a hand down to her, smiling. “Welcome to Calleyville,” he said as he helped her up. On unsteady legs, Marylee tottered to a chair. The barista handed her a coffee for herself, and one for Jessica that she passed across. “See you at school!” said Karl, waving as he got onto his bike.
Jessica was stunned, not just at the extraordinary behavior but also at the skill the boy had shown. She would have to reenact this with John later!
Marylee stroked her sticky pussy, only noticing that she was doing it when the barista, a tall slim woman with spiky purple hair, smiled at her. “Thank you for the show,” she said.
“I think I need a shower,” Marylee murmured. Taking their coffees, the Melmarch women walked home, in silence broken only by the pings of the phone.
They entered the house, seeing John had prepared cereal bowls and orange juice for each. He was surprised to see his daughter looking dazed, with wet grass clinging to her and her pelvis and thighs glistening. “Hi Dad,” she said. “I’m going to take a shower.” She stumbled up the stairs. Ping, ping went Jessica’s phone. John looked at her curiously.
“We had a fun morning,” Jessica said. “I’ll show you some photos!”
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Re: The Egg Game
LATER ON WEDNESDAY
Marylee was squirming in her chair. She had ridden her bike to school at her mother’s insistence rather than getting a lift, and by the time she got to the gate, the coffees had done their work and her bowels were rebelling. She spent a few minutes in the bathroom and cleaned up thoroughly, but in first and second period she had had to go again and now in third period she was going to have to get up for the second time. The Kegel training device was only adding to her discomfort, squeezing it seemed to somehow raise her need to pass gas, which she, being completely naked, was reluctant to do. She put one hand straight up, the other cradling her bare pussy as she wiggled. Mr Gilland the English teacher acknowledged her. “I need the bathroom again,” she whined.
“Are you alright?” he asked. “There’s no need to leave class if you just want to, you know, quietly take care of horniness.”
She blushed. “I need to go number two,” she said quietly. A few other students giggled.
“Okay,” Mr Gilland said. “But see the nurse before you come back.” He handed her a hall pass and the nude teenager got up and scampered out. “Now, who can explain the theme of victory in the novel?” he asked the class.
After taking care of business and yet again washing herself at the sink and drying off with a paper towel, Marylee felt a bit better, but decided to see the nurse anyway. She padded off down the hallway past classrooms, clutching the yellow hall pass card. Ah, there was the nurse’s room. She knocked, and “Enter,” said the nurse. Marylee entered, closing the door behind her.
Nurse Phoenix looked up to see the nude student, nervously fidgeting. She didn’t recognize Marylee, and told her to sit on the examination table. “What’s your name?”
“Marylee Melmarch, 11th junior,” she said. The nurse raised an eyebrow, and waited for her to go on. “Uh, I drank too much coffee this morning, and it’s,” she gestured downwards over her body.
The nurse noted with interest the little blue disc in Marylee’s pussy. “What’s that?” she pointed.
“A Kegels training device, my mom gave it to me,” Marylee explained. “I lost the egg game on Monday.”
The nurse chuckled, “And mom doesn’t want you losing again?”
Marylee nodded. “She wants me to practice. But that’s not the problem, it’s too much coffee, I’m in and out of the bathroom. Mr Gilland told me to come to you.”
“Very inconvenient for a naked person. I do have a possible solution,” the nurse said. She got up, her full height of six foot two looming over Marylee, wide hips and large breasts on a generally fit figure. She reached for a shelf, and pulled out … some type of fuzzy white ball? With a rubber bulb on a curve? “This is a plug, an anal plug, also known as a butt plug. One of its uses is to stopper an unreliable sphincter.”
“Uh …” Marylee blanched. “What’s the white fluff?”
“A tail. I’m sure you’re familiar with the idea of butt plug tails,” she paused, and Marylee blushed and nodded. “However mostly these tails come straight out from the plug section, which tends to look like the wearer either swallowed some type of animal and is stuck excreting it, or else that the animal,” she put down the tail and made finger gestures, “‘burrowed in’, so to speak. They look stupid. This one here is much more cleverly designed, the plug has a curve that goes around from the wearer’s anus to the base of their spine, where a tail would naturally be found on an animal.” She handed it to Marylee, who turned it over and around in her hands. That rubber bulb seemed kinda big! “Do you want to try it?”
“I’m … I’ve never …” Marylee stammered.
“It’s pretty easy. Hop off the table and turn around, widen your legs a bit.” The girl nervously did, then squeaked as the nurse firstly wiped around and in her anal opening with a wet wipe, then pushed the large bulb inside. A small adjustment, and the tail was in place! “Wiggle!” The nurse pointed to a full-length mirror. Marylee dutifully wiggled. She had to admit, it looked cute. The nurse handed her another object from the same case, a … headband? With ears? “Rabbit ears!” she said, smiling. Marylee put them on. Rabbit ears and a rabbit tail, and otherwise completely naked! She was never going to live this down!
“I … I … I can’t …”
“Nonsense dear, we call this the ‘cottontail suit’ and many students have worn it over the years. Don’t worry, it’s been sanitized each time! The main use of it is for … well, sexual overexcitement. As the rabbit theme might imply. But it’s also a plug, as you see.” Marylee looked confused. Nurse Phoenix opened her phone, and found an app. “See, this here,” she raised a control lever on the screen, “affects the buzz rate.”
“Eeee …” Marylee squealed. This thing was buzzing inside her ass! She involuntarily contracted her pussy and ass, both meeting resistance. It felt … pleasurable. She did it again, on purpose. “Oh my.”
“Would you like to cum before you go back to class? How many times have you cum today?” the nurse asked. “Count them for me.”
Marylee complied, her arousal and embarrassment both rising. “Twice at the coffee shop, with a boy I met. Two little ones on my bike riding to school. One in first period, I was getting horny and started rubbing my clit with my pencil eraser, but I don’t think anyone saw me except maybe the girl behind me.”
The nurse nodded. “That’s perfectly okay,” she said. “Being nude among clothed people can be very arousing. Five is a pretty good total for a young woman. Not as many as you could have, but more than you need. Do you want another one? I’d be quite happy to give it to you.” She seemed very inviting. Marylee bit her lip. She was really horny, getting more so with this thing buzzing away. Marylee nodded. The nurse sat down, and indicated that Marylee should sit in her lap, facing away. She rolled the chair toward the mirror, so Marylee could watch herself. As the plug buzzed and the exercizer pulsed, Marylee’s breathing sped up, her pussy moistened and turned pinker, her nipples hardened. The nurse ran her hands up Marylee’s body, pulling the girl’s shoulders back against her large soft breasts. She was really a lot bigger than Marylee, her hands much larger than the girl’s. Nurse Phoenix began to work, rubbing her hands up from Marylee’s knees to her inner thighs, massaging. When she reached the girl’s pussy, she started to squeeze rhythmically with her palms and fingers, and gently stimulate the girl’s clit with her thumbs, a rolling motion. Marylee began to pant softly and moan.
A knock sounded. “Who is it?” called the nurse.
“It’s me, I have Timothy Kinstler with me,” came the voice of Principal Stuckhampton.
“Come in, I’m just masturbating a girl,” the nurse said. Marylee startled and shuddered. The door opened, and Nurse Phoenix rotated the chair. At no point did she stop fondling Marylee’s pussy. Marylee’s wide eyes met Sandrine Stuckhampton’s, then a boy’s! He was about her age, quite short, and looked kind of miserable, actually. “Get undressed please Timothy. I’ll look at you shortly.”
“Marylee!” said Sandrine. “We meet again. This is Tim, Tim this is Marylee. You’re very lucky, Marylee. Phoenix is very very good at that. Learn how she does it!” With a wink, she shut the door.
Overcome, Marylee shrieked as she orgasmed, arching her back forward and pumping her spread legs, tears running down her face. Phoenix kept the pressure up, rubbing the girl’s clit and labia through the orgasm, cresting her again to another one and another one as she moaned and writhed. The boy gaped as he watched, his shirt and shoes off. He pulled his pants down, revealing himself to be surprisingly well endowed for such a short lad, his erection partway up.
Phoenix gauged Marylee to be done and stood up, holding her up by her hips, and lifted her onto the examination table. She gestured for Timothy to get up beside her. “Young Timmy here has cried wolf many times. He has a habit of getting bored in class, don’t you Tim, and calling out sick. He comes down to me,” she reached for the boy’s thick penis, “to be given a handjob. Or oral attention.” She leaned down and licked it, then stood up. “The last time he did, I put him in the cottontail suit, made him jerk himself off three times, then sent him back to class. He hasn’t been back to me since, have you Tim?” She squeezed him again. “Do you want to touch Tim, Marylee?”
“Uh … sure,” Marylee said, still in her afterglow, the buzzing plug giving her little shocks of pleasure. She reached for Tim’s penis, and Phoenix moved her hand down to make room.
“I really am kinda sick, Nurse Phoenix,” Tim glumly said.
“It feels like your swelling is going down,” Phoenix observed, taking her hand away, “even with my beautiful assistant here holding on. Don’t take it personally Marylee, he probably is sick.”
“Sorry,” said Tim, eyes downcast. “I really do think you’re pretty. Maybe later?” he said, hope in his voice.
Marylee removed her hand and rubbed her own tear-stained face. “I guess,” she said.
Phoenix handed her a clean towel. “Clean up with that, then you can go back to class. Bring me back the cottontail suit tomorrow. You can keep wearing it or stop if you feel your bowels are under control, up to you. Keep the towel, if you need to sit on it that’s fine.” Marylee slid down from the table and staggered back into the hallway, clutching her hall pass. The buzzing from the tail made her pussy quiver, and the quivering made her clench around the other device, and the memory of what the nurse had done pounded in her brain. Pussy wet and almost red, eyes the same color, nipples hard as rocks, she stepped back inside the English classroom. The white fluffy rabbit ear headband and the white fluffy rabbit tail drew every eye to her. Shock, amusement, arousal, even some mockery, greeted her from her fellows. Mr Gillard held out his hand for the pass. She handed it to him and weaved through the desks to her seat. She spread the towel, then as she sat, she felt her bare buttocks against the rough cloth, her bare legs against the chair legs, her bare feet on the floor, her bare tummy touching the desk, her bare arms on its surface, her bare nipples and pert boobs touching it as she leaned forward and put her head down, bunny ears …
“Marylee,” said Mr Gillard. She sat back up with a start. “You’ve missed most of the lesson. Could you please come up to the whiteboard, take the pen, and act as my cute little bunny scribe?”
Marylee was squirming in her chair. She had ridden her bike to school at her mother’s insistence rather than getting a lift, and by the time she got to the gate, the coffees had done their work and her bowels were rebelling. She spent a few minutes in the bathroom and cleaned up thoroughly, but in first and second period she had had to go again and now in third period she was going to have to get up for the second time. The Kegel training device was only adding to her discomfort, squeezing it seemed to somehow raise her need to pass gas, which she, being completely naked, was reluctant to do. She put one hand straight up, the other cradling her bare pussy as she wiggled. Mr Gilland the English teacher acknowledged her. “I need the bathroom again,” she whined.
“Are you alright?” he asked. “There’s no need to leave class if you just want to, you know, quietly take care of horniness.”
She blushed. “I need to go number two,” she said quietly. A few other students giggled.
“Okay,” Mr Gilland said. “But see the nurse before you come back.” He handed her a hall pass and the nude teenager got up and scampered out. “Now, who can explain the theme of victory in the novel?” he asked the class.
After taking care of business and yet again washing herself at the sink and drying off with a paper towel, Marylee felt a bit better, but decided to see the nurse anyway. She padded off down the hallway past classrooms, clutching the yellow hall pass card. Ah, there was the nurse’s room. She knocked, and “Enter,” said the nurse. Marylee entered, closing the door behind her.
Nurse Phoenix looked up to see the nude student, nervously fidgeting. She didn’t recognize Marylee, and told her to sit on the examination table. “What’s your name?”
“Marylee Melmarch, 11th junior,” she said. The nurse raised an eyebrow, and waited for her to go on. “Uh, I drank too much coffee this morning, and it’s,” she gestured downwards over her body.
The nurse noted with interest the little blue disc in Marylee’s pussy. “What’s that?” she pointed.
“A Kegels training device, my mom gave it to me,” Marylee explained. “I lost the egg game on Monday.”
The nurse chuckled, “And mom doesn’t want you losing again?”
Marylee nodded. “She wants me to practice. But that’s not the problem, it’s too much coffee, I’m in and out of the bathroom. Mr Gilland told me to come to you.”
“Very inconvenient for a naked person. I do have a possible solution,” the nurse said. She got up, her full height of six foot two looming over Marylee, wide hips and large breasts on a generally fit figure. She reached for a shelf, and pulled out … some type of fuzzy white ball? With a rubber bulb on a curve? “This is a plug, an anal plug, also known as a butt plug. One of its uses is to stopper an unreliable sphincter.”
“Uh …” Marylee blanched. “What’s the white fluff?”
“A tail. I’m sure you’re familiar with the idea of butt plug tails,” she paused, and Marylee blushed and nodded. “However mostly these tails come straight out from the plug section, which tends to look like the wearer either swallowed some type of animal and is stuck excreting it, or else that the animal,” she put down the tail and made finger gestures, “‘burrowed in’, so to speak. They look stupid. This one here is much more cleverly designed, the plug has a curve that goes around from the wearer’s anus to the base of their spine, where a tail would naturally be found on an animal.” She handed it to Marylee, who turned it over and around in her hands. That rubber bulb seemed kinda big! “Do you want to try it?”
“I’m … I’ve never …” Marylee stammered.
“It’s pretty easy. Hop off the table and turn around, widen your legs a bit.” The girl nervously did, then squeaked as the nurse firstly wiped around and in her anal opening with a wet wipe, then pushed the large bulb inside. A small adjustment, and the tail was in place! “Wiggle!” The nurse pointed to a full-length mirror. Marylee dutifully wiggled. She had to admit, it looked cute. The nurse handed her another object from the same case, a … headband? With ears? “Rabbit ears!” she said, smiling. Marylee put them on. Rabbit ears and a rabbit tail, and otherwise completely naked! She was never going to live this down!
“I … I … I can’t …”
“Nonsense dear, we call this the ‘cottontail suit’ and many students have worn it over the years. Don’t worry, it’s been sanitized each time! The main use of it is for … well, sexual overexcitement. As the rabbit theme might imply. But it’s also a plug, as you see.” Marylee looked confused. Nurse Phoenix opened her phone, and found an app. “See, this here,” she raised a control lever on the screen, “affects the buzz rate.”
“Eeee …” Marylee squealed. This thing was buzzing inside her ass! She involuntarily contracted her pussy and ass, both meeting resistance. It felt … pleasurable. She did it again, on purpose. “Oh my.”
“Would you like to cum before you go back to class? How many times have you cum today?” the nurse asked. “Count them for me.”
Marylee complied, her arousal and embarrassment both rising. “Twice at the coffee shop, with a boy I met. Two little ones on my bike riding to school. One in first period, I was getting horny and started rubbing my clit with my pencil eraser, but I don’t think anyone saw me except maybe the girl behind me.”
The nurse nodded. “That’s perfectly okay,” she said. “Being nude among clothed people can be very arousing. Five is a pretty good total for a young woman. Not as many as you could have, but more than you need. Do you want another one? I’d be quite happy to give it to you.” She seemed very inviting. Marylee bit her lip. She was really horny, getting more so with this thing buzzing away. Marylee nodded. The nurse sat down, and indicated that Marylee should sit in her lap, facing away. She rolled the chair toward the mirror, so Marylee could watch herself. As the plug buzzed and the exercizer pulsed, Marylee’s breathing sped up, her pussy moistened and turned pinker, her nipples hardened. The nurse ran her hands up Marylee’s body, pulling the girl’s shoulders back against her large soft breasts. She was really a lot bigger than Marylee, her hands much larger than the girl’s. Nurse Phoenix began to work, rubbing her hands up from Marylee’s knees to her inner thighs, massaging. When she reached the girl’s pussy, she started to squeeze rhythmically with her palms and fingers, and gently stimulate the girl’s clit with her thumbs, a rolling motion. Marylee began to pant softly and moan.
A knock sounded. “Who is it?” called the nurse.
“It’s me, I have Timothy Kinstler with me,” came the voice of Principal Stuckhampton.
“Come in, I’m just masturbating a girl,” the nurse said. Marylee startled and shuddered. The door opened, and Nurse Phoenix rotated the chair. At no point did she stop fondling Marylee’s pussy. Marylee’s wide eyes met Sandrine Stuckhampton’s, then a boy’s! He was about her age, quite short, and looked kind of miserable, actually. “Get undressed please Timothy. I’ll look at you shortly.”
“Marylee!” said Sandrine. “We meet again. This is Tim, Tim this is Marylee. You’re very lucky, Marylee. Phoenix is very very good at that. Learn how she does it!” With a wink, she shut the door.
Overcome, Marylee shrieked as she orgasmed, arching her back forward and pumping her spread legs, tears running down her face. Phoenix kept the pressure up, rubbing the girl’s clit and labia through the orgasm, cresting her again to another one and another one as she moaned and writhed. The boy gaped as he watched, his shirt and shoes off. He pulled his pants down, revealing himself to be surprisingly well endowed for such a short lad, his erection partway up.
Phoenix gauged Marylee to be done and stood up, holding her up by her hips, and lifted her onto the examination table. She gestured for Timothy to get up beside her. “Young Timmy here has cried wolf many times. He has a habit of getting bored in class, don’t you Tim, and calling out sick. He comes down to me,” she reached for the boy’s thick penis, “to be given a handjob. Or oral attention.” She leaned down and licked it, then stood up. “The last time he did, I put him in the cottontail suit, made him jerk himself off three times, then sent him back to class. He hasn’t been back to me since, have you Tim?” She squeezed him again. “Do you want to touch Tim, Marylee?”
“Uh … sure,” Marylee said, still in her afterglow, the buzzing plug giving her little shocks of pleasure. She reached for Tim’s penis, and Phoenix moved her hand down to make room.
“I really am kinda sick, Nurse Phoenix,” Tim glumly said.
“It feels like your swelling is going down,” Phoenix observed, taking her hand away, “even with my beautiful assistant here holding on. Don’t take it personally Marylee, he probably is sick.”
“Sorry,” said Tim, eyes downcast. “I really do think you’re pretty. Maybe later?” he said, hope in his voice.
Marylee removed her hand and rubbed her own tear-stained face. “I guess,” she said.
Phoenix handed her a clean towel. “Clean up with that, then you can go back to class. Bring me back the cottontail suit tomorrow. You can keep wearing it or stop if you feel your bowels are under control, up to you. Keep the towel, if you need to sit on it that’s fine.” Marylee slid down from the table and staggered back into the hallway, clutching her hall pass. The buzzing from the tail made her pussy quiver, and the quivering made her clench around the other device, and the memory of what the nurse had done pounded in her brain. Pussy wet and almost red, eyes the same color, nipples hard as rocks, she stepped back inside the English classroom. The white fluffy rabbit ear headband and the white fluffy rabbit tail drew every eye to her. Shock, amusement, arousal, even some mockery, greeted her from her fellows. Mr Gillard held out his hand for the pass. She handed it to him and weaved through the desks to her seat. She spread the towel, then as she sat, she felt her bare buttocks against the rough cloth, her bare legs against the chair legs, her bare feet on the floor, her bare tummy touching the desk, her bare arms on its surface, her bare nipples and pert boobs touching it as she leaned forward and put her head down, bunny ears …
“Marylee,” said Mr Gillard. She sat back up with a start. “You’ve missed most of the lesson. Could you please come up to the whiteboard, take the pen, and act as my cute little bunny scribe?”
Re: The Egg Game
Cottontail suit! Waiting to see what the family will do is going to be hard. 
Perhaps Mother will take Marylee shopping for similar animal costumes. Mother might even buy one for herself.
Perhaps Mother will take Marylee shopping for similar animal costumes. Mother might even buy one for herself.
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Re: The Egg Game
WEDNESDAY LUNCH
After English was Advanced Math and to Marylee’s relief she had no further bowel troubles, although the constant low hum of the tail thing kept her squirming on her seat and dampening her towel. When the lunch bell rang she rushed to the bathrooms to shower, glad to be able to remove these various objects and clean herself again. She jilled off in the shower, for once in privacy, then made use of the towel for its primary purpose, returned the Kegel trainer to her pussy, and stood in front of the bathroom mirror. She felt that she looked more composed, though damp. She ducked her head under the hand dryer for a few moments then ran fingers through her brunette locks to restore it to some semblance of order. She contemplated the “cottontail suit”. Her hair would be more orderly with the hairband of it in place. She did that. The device buzzed lightly on top of her towel. It didn’t seem likely to be running out of battery any time soon. She shrugged, sighed, washed it and wiped it, then stuffed it back into her anus. That awful wonderful buzzing!
As she turned to leave, a group of girls came in. “Hey, bunny,” the first one smirked. Marylee was still working out the social dynamics of the school but it was obvious that these were the queen bees, if not necessarily the stinging kind. They sat together at every lunch. What did they want from her? “You lost the egg game. Maybe you don’t know how things work around here?” She was blonde, medium height, pretty as hell, her makeup a subdued eyeliner, blush on her high cheekbones and a touch of lipstick, her outfit a surprisingly reserved loose check shirt tied below her breasts, and jeans tucked into boots.
“Huh? I’m naked, what more do you want?” Marylee stammered. She touched the bunny ears. “This counts as clothes?”
The blonde and her friends, three almost-as-pretty girls in diverse but generally modest outfits, laughed. “Of course it doesn’t count as clothes. I’m asking why you were in the egg game at all. *You* don’t need to. *We* don’t need to. We can do whatever we like. We don’t need to impress anyone, they need to impress us. Didn’t you notice you were the prettiest girl in the game? Didn’t you notice everyone staring at you?”
Marylee hadn’t, actually. She assumed everyone was looking at her firstly because she was naked, and then because she was the last one left with an uncracked egg in her vagina, straining at the seemingly-solid object, when everyone cheered and then Jane Wolver patted her on the butt and scooped up Marylee’s own outfit and got dressed in it in front of everyone, leaving Marylee naked. She shivered at the memory.
“Oh my god. She really doesn’t know,” said another girl. This one was Indian, small but shapely, her outfit high-top shoes, shorts over yoga pants and an open vest. Between the halves of it, and her bare (but hidden) breasts, a gold pendant contrasted with her light brown skin.
“You need to come sit with us, bunny,” said the blonde. “I’m Tara, this is Priyana, Sal and Violet.” Violet was the tallest of the four, a toned dark-blonde in gym shoes, tennis skirt and sporting singlet. All of them had faces fit for magazine covers. Violet grabbed hold of the rod between the plug and the tail and pulled Marylee onto her toes. Priyana and Sal took a nipple each between finger and thumb, and Tara swept the door open for the three to womanhandle Marylee into the corridor.
Marylee wanted to protest that this was surely inappropriate touching but couldn’t find her voice. Violet had her hung on the buzzing hook and was barely letting her toes find purchase, and the other two were merciless in their pulling on Marylee’s rock-hard nipples, especially the redhead Sal. She moaned and stammered as they took her down the corridor, past the other students all staring, towards the lunch room. Her towel was forgotten behind.
Marylee was going to cum yet again any second, she knew it, and the girls knew it too, and they were all for making her do it in the corridor if they could. Her pants and moans grew frantic, her toes flexed. Tara turned around and the three draggers stopped, though none released her grip. Tara lightly touched Marylee’s swollen clit then took her hand away. “Want to be friends with us, bunny?” she smiled. Marylee gave no coherent answer but arched her back and climaxed, her juices running down her legs. “I think she does want to!” Tara gleefully exclaimed.
They resumed the frog- or bunny-marching through the doors. A crowd of students sat at tables eating and talking and playing cards and playing with their phones—plenty of phones turned towards the group—but one table was completely empty, and that was the table they headed to. Marylee half sat, half was pushed, onto the bench in the middle. Tara sat across from her, neatly folding her hands. Violet sat beside Marylee. Priyana and Sal--the tall ginger wore a floaty summery dress, nearly transparent, and was barefoot—walked straight to the front of the chow line and cut in.
“You belong on our team,” said Tara. “Mary, right?”
“Marylee,” she panted. “What … I …”
“Shh. I’ll explain further. The world is graded on a curve, Marylee. In fact a series of curves. There are looks, brains, strength, athletic talent, ambition, a bunch of other less interesting things but *my* crew concern ourselves mostly with the first. I’m the prettiest girl in this school, Marylee. I can do whatever I want.” She didn’t seem remotely in doubt about that. In Marylee’s opinion she was probably right. “When you arrived, you became number two. What does that say, when you join in the egg game with the rest of them?”
“I don’t know, I don’t understand, are you angry with me?” Marylee stammered.
“No. Lesser girls might be angry, I heard about your escapade this morning with Sal’s boyfriend Karl, and Sal is a little annoyed but I have explained to her that Karl couldn’t really help it and that it was unlikely that you would try to take him from her anyway.”
“No! Of course not! It was just … a thing he did, I didn’t expect him to, it was just overwhelming,” Marylee blurted. “My mother gave me this,” she gestured downwards, “thing to help me with the egg game, and I was just so horny from running around with it!” Sal and Priyana were coming back, with two and three lunch trays in hand. They distributed them and sat down, Sal beside Tara and Priyana on the other side of Marylee. “I’m sorry!” Marylee said to Sal. “I didn’t know!”
Sal’s face was so freckled with freckles so large as to be almost piebald. Her bare arms and hands were the same, and likely she was the same all over her lithe, almost gawky frame. It was almost possible to see through her dress fabric. Were she not fortunately blessed with a face like Uma Thurman’s, she might have had some appearance issues. “It’s fine,” she said. “I am going to remind *my boyfriend* how fortunate he is.” She stood up and lifted the summery dress up, over her head, folding it and putting it down on her seat. Nude, and spectacular, she walked over to Karl, carrying her lunch tray. The sporty boys at his table scooted apart to let her sit down, and she kissed him as she did.
Tara sighed. “I have been offered thirteen thousand dollars to do that. I’m pretty sure Sal was offered high thousands. She really likes Karl. Don’t do that again.”
“People offer you money to get naked?”
“What kind of life have you lived that you don’t already know the answer to that question, bunny?”
“Uh … I dunno. I came here two months ago when my mom moved for work. Before that I was in a rural school.”
“Did you come,” she smirked and gestured up and down.
“No! Heck no. This place is … this place, I didn’t expect anything like it. My schooling was *normal*,” Marylee insisted.
“No, *here* is normal. Your schooling was weird. They probably didn’t even teach sex education, right?”
“No we got reproductive health and they gave us pills if we asked,” Marylee protested.
“‘Reproductive education is not sex education’”, Tara said, with fingerquotes. “We have had years of training and practice. Didn’t it surprise you that Karl was so good? Nurse Phoenix?”
“Has she done that to you?”
“Oh, absolutely. She checks to make sure every single student can orgasm, at least twice in a row. If not,” Tara pointed to the ears, then in the direction of Marylee’s rear end. “You’re the nearest thing here to a virgin, that’s hilarious,” Tara said.
“I, um, had a boyfriend back home,” Marylee said.
“I was first fisted in the school pool in ninth grade. By Priyana, actually.” Tara smiled. “They paired us up to learn it. She’s very good. I’m better. Actually, hop up for a moment. You haven’t touched your lunch.” Violet moved it out of the way, and took hold of Marylee’s tail again. Marylee stood up. Tara reached over the lunch table and into Marylee’s bare pussy, once again wet and pink.
“Hey, that’s inappropriate!” Marylee squealed. She would have drawn back, had Violet not been pushing her forward.
“I can do whatever I like,” Tara said. “Besides, do you *not* want me to make you cum?” She waited for Marylee’s assent, which, after a pause, Marylee gave. She thrust her pelvis forward. Tara rooted around, more forcefully than was strictly necessary, and dug out the thing. “Huh. That’s neat. Looks like it pairs to your phone. Where is your phone?”
“My locker,” Marylee said.
“Oh well, you’ll have to show me tomorrow. Or tonight maybe. I’m still deciding whether I like you. Come here.” She tapped the table, indicating for Marylee to sit on it and turn towards her. “Wow, you are wet and ready! Lie back.” Marylee did, Violet and Priyana taking a shoulder to support and a nipple to rub each. Tara carefully stuck her perfectly manicured hand into Marylee’s pussy. “I’m fisting Marylee,” she declared, loudly. “Does anyone want to watch?”
After English was Advanced Math and to Marylee’s relief she had no further bowel troubles, although the constant low hum of the tail thing kept her squirming on her seat and dampening her towel. When the lunch bell rang she rushed to the bathrooms to shower, glad to be able to remove these various objects and clean herself again. She jilled off in the shower, for once in privacy, then made use of the towel for its primary purpose, returned the Kegel trainer to her pussy, and stood in front of the bathroom mirror. She felt that she looked more composed, though damp. She ducked her head under the hand dryer for a few moments then ran fingers through her brunette locks to restore it to some semblance of order. She contemplated the “cottontail suit”. Her hair would be more orderly with the hairband of it in place. She did that. The device buzzed lightly on top of her towel. It didn’t seem likely to be running out of battery any time soon. She shrugged, sighed, washed it and wiped it, then stuffed it back into her anus. That awful wonderful buzzing!
As she turned to leave, a group of girls came in. “Hey, bunny,” the first one smirked. Marylee was still working out the social dynamics of the school but it was obvious that these were the queen bees, if not necessarily the stinging kind. They sat together at every lunch. What did they want from her? “You lost the egg game. Maybe you don’t know how things work around here?” She was blonde, medium height, pretty as hell, her makeup a subdued eyeliner, blush on her high cheekbones and a touch of lipstick, her outfit a surprisingly reserved loose check shirt tied below her breasts, and jeans tucked into boots.
“Huh? I’m naked, what more do you want?” Marylee stammered. She touched the bunny ears. “This counts as clothes?”
The blonde and her friends, three almost-as-pretty girls in diverse but generally modest outfits, laughed. “Of course it doesn’t count as clothes. I’m asking why you were in the egg game at all. *You* don’t need to. *We* don’t need to. We can do whatever we like. We don’t need to impress anyone, they need to impress us. Didn’t you notice you were the prettiest girl in the game? Didn’t you notice everyone staring at you?”
Marylee hadn’t, actually. She assumed everyone was looking at her firstly because she was naked, and then because she was the last one left with an uncracked egg in her vagina, straining at the seemingly-solid object, when everyone cheered and then Jane Wolver patted her on the butt and scooped up Marylee’s own outfit and got dressed in it in front of everyone, leaving Marylee naked. She shivered at the memory.
“Oh my god. She really doesn’t know,” said another girl. This one was Indian, small but shapely, her outfit high-top shoes, shorts over yoga pants and an open vest. Between the halves of it, and her bare (but hidden) breasts, a gold pendant contrasted with her light brown skin.
“You need to come sit with us, bunny,” said the blonde. “I’m Tara, this is Priyana, Sal and Violet.” Violet was the tallest of the four, a toned dark-blonde in gym shoes, tennis skirt and sporting singlet. All of them had faces fit for magazine covers. Violet grabbed hold of the rod between the plug and the tail and pulled Marylee onto her toes. Priyana and Sal took a nipple each between finger and thumb, and Tara swept the door open for the three to womanhandle Marylee into the corridor.
Marylee wanted to protest that this was surely inappropriate touching but couldn’t find her voice. Violet had her hung on the buzzing hook and was barely letting her toes find purchase, and the other two were merciless in their pulling on Marylee’s rock-hard nipples, especially the redhead Sal. She moaned and stammered as they took her down the corridor, past the other students all staring, towards the lunch room. Her towel was forgotten behind.
Marylee was going to cum yet again any second, she knew it, and the girls knew it too, and they were all for making her do it in the corridor if they could. Her pants and moans grew frantic, her toes flexed. Tara turned around and the three draggers stopped, though none released her grip. Tara lightly touched Marylee’s swollen clit then took her hand away. “Want to be friends with us, bunny?” she smiled. Marylee gave no coherent answer but arched her back and climaxed, her juices running down her legs. “I think she does want to!” Tara gleefully exclaimed.
They resumed the frog- or bunny-marching through the doors. A crowd of students sat at tables eating and talking and playing cards and playing with their phones—plenty of phones turned towards the group—but one table was completely empty, and that was the table they headed to. Marylee half sat, half was pushed, onto the bench in the middle. Tara sat across from her, neatly folding her hands. Violet sat beside Marylee. Priyana and Sal--the tall ginger wore a floaty summery dress, nearly transparent, and was barefoot—walked straight to the front of the chow line and cut in.
“You belong on our team,” said Tara. “Mary, right?”
“Marylee,” she panted. “What … I …”
“Shh. I’ll explain further. The world is graded on a curve, Marylee. In fact a series of curves. There are looks, brains, strength, athletic talent, ambition, a bunch of other less interesting things but *my* crew concern ourselves mostly with the first. I’m the prettiest girl in this school, Marylee. I can do whatever I want.” She didn’t seem remotely in doubt about that. In Marylee’s opinion she was probably right. “When you arrived, you became number two. What does that say, when you join in the egg game with the rest of them?”
“I don’t know, I don’t understand, are you angry with me?” Marylee stammered.
“No. Lesser girls might be angry, I heard about your escapade this morning with Sal’s boyfriend Karl, and Sal is a little annoyed but I have explained to her that Karl couldn’t really help it and that it was unlikely that you would try to take him from her anyway.”
“No! Of course not! It was just … a thing he did, I didn’t expect him to, it was just overwhelming,” Marylee blurted. “My mother gave me this,” she gestured downwards, “thing to help me with the egg game, and I was just so horny from running around with it!” Sal and Priyana were coming back, with two and three lunch trays in hand. They distributed them and sat down, Sal beside Tara and Priyana on the other side of Marylee. “I’m sorry!” Marylee said to Sal. “I didn’t know!”
Sal’s face was so freckled with freckles so large as to be almost piebald. Her bare arms and hands were the same, and likely she was the same all over her lithe, almost gawky frame. It was almost possible to see through her dress fabric. Were she not fortunately blessed with a face like Uma Thurman’s, she might have had some appearance issues. “It’s fine,” she said. “I am going to remind *my boyfriend* how fortunate he is.” She stood up and lifted the summery dress up, over her head, folding it and putting it down on her seat. Nude, and spectacular, she walked over to Karl, carrying her lunch tray. The sporty boys at his table scooted apart to let her sit down, and she kissed him as she did.
Tara sighed. “I have been offered thirteen thousand dollars to do that. I’m pretty sure Sal was offered high thousands. She really likes Karl. Don’t do that again.”
“People offer you money to get naked?”
“What kind of life have you lived that you don’t already know the answer to that question, bunny?”
“Uh … I dunno. I came here two months ago when my mom moved for work. Before that I was in a rural school.”
“Did you come,” she smirked and gestured up and down.
“No! Heck no. This place is … this place, I didn’t expect anything like it. My schooling was *normal*,” Marylee insisted.
“No, *here* is normal. Your schooling was weird. They probably didn’t even teach sex education, right?”
“No we got reproductive health and they gave us pills if we asked,” Marylee protested.
“‘Reproductive education is not sex education’”, Tara said, with fingerquotes. “We have had years of training and practice. Didn’t it surprise you that Karl was so good? Nurse Phoenix?”
“Has she done that to you?”
“Oh, absolutely. She checks to make sure every single student can orgasm, at least twice in a row. If not,” Tara pointed to the ears, then in the direction of Marylee’s rear end. “You’re the nearest thing here to a virgin, that’s hilarious,” Tara said.
“I, um, had a boyfriend back home,” Marylee said.
“I was first fisted in the school pool in ninth grade. By Priyana, actually.” Tara smiled. “They paired us up to learn it. She’s very good. I’m better. Actually, hop up for a moment. You haven’t touched your lunch.” Violet moved it out of the way, and took hold of Marylee’s tail again. Marylee stood up. Tara reached over the lunch table and into Marylee’s bare pussy, once again wet and pink.
“Hey, that’s inappropriate!” Marylee squealed. She would have drawn back, had Violet not been pushing her forward.
“I can do whatever I like,” Tara said. “Besides, do you *not* want me to make you cum?” She waited for Marylee’s assent, which, after a pause, Marylee gave. She thrust her pelvis forward. Tara rooted around, more forcefully than was strictly necessary, and dug out the thing. “Huh. That’s neat. Looks like it pairs to your phone. Where is your phone?”
“My locker,” Marylee said.
“Oh well, you’ll have to show me tomorrow. Or tonight maybe. I’m still deciding whether I like you. Come here.” She tapped the table, indicating for Marylee to sit on it and turn towards her. “Wow, you are wet and ready! Lie back.” Marylee did, Violet and Priyana taking a shoulder to support and a nipple to rub each. Tara carefully stuck her perfectly manicured hand into Marylee’s pussy. “I’m fisting Marylee,” she declared, loudly. “Does anyone want to watch?”
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Re: The Egg Game
WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON
After her series of quivering orgasms at Tara’s expert touch, helped along by the constantly buzzing bunny tail, Marylee had been almost a rag doll. Priyana and Violet had helped her down off the table and spoonfed her lunch as she twitched and moaned with aftershocks, a sight they and Tara thought was hilarious. The crowd of onlookers had gradually dispersed, show over. Tara had asked Marylee for her phone number and sent her a text, then stood up to go wash up before afternoon classes. Violet and Marylee both had gym in the afternoon, and Marylee was surprised and gratified that Violet apparently was going to stay with her.
“So … um ….” she stammered.
“It’s cool,” Violet smiled. “We like you. You bring something new to the school. You can hang with us tonight. But for now, gym time, come on!” Marylee was recovered enough to dodge the hand reaching for her tail and stood up under her own power. Shaky, but getting steadier. “Oh, is this yours?” Violet handed her the Kegel device, and Marylee restored it to its proper place, nipples crinkling.
“It’s so strange to me, that nobody minds,” she admitted. “I’m constantly terrified!”
“But you’re doing it anyway,” Violet said. “I respect that. A lot of trouble for that stupid egg game.”
“You’ve never played?”
“Once, a couple of years ago. I crushed it.” With how fit Violet was, that made sense to Marylee. They walked together, Marylee steadier with every step. She thought she was getting used to the buzz, though it made her clit throb and her nipples stiff.
“Have you ever worn this ‘costume’?”
Violet seemed surprised to be asked. “Yeah, of course. Easter festival.” As if that explained everything. She opened the door to the gym and held it for Marylee. The school’s gym was well-equipped, everything about this school seemed very well funded. There was space for two classes at once, with a gymnastics setup at one end and a court with basketball markings down the other, though Marylee was yet to see basketball played. Teams were always divided into “shirts” and “skins”, though the actual items of clothing varied. The school’s lax uniform policy applied to gym too. Violet wasn’t bothering to change, her current outfit was already sporty. Other students came out of the change room—only one, here—in a variety of dress styles.
Other than the “pretties” (she didn’t yet know what they called themselves, if anything), the closest to a friend Marylee had made was Kai-Ling Hu, one of her predecessor losers of the egg game. Marylee had been friendly to her during her week of nudity, for which Kai-Ling had been grateful. If the slim little Chinese-American girl had other friends, they didn’t seem to want much to do with her during that time, which now that she thought about it, Marylee was experiencing too.
Kai-Ling today was wearing a small thong bikini bottom, and was otherwise nude. This was her normal gym “outfit”. She greeted Marylee enthusiastically. “You’re wearing the cottontail suit in gym? That’s brave!”
“Take it off,” came a voice. The gym teacher, Mr Prentice. “Today we are playing dodgeball!”
“Uh, I’ll need to clean it,” Marylee protested.
“Tissue box over there. Just put it on the table, and line up. SHIRTS THIS END, SKINS THAT END!” That end, of course, was the far end from the table, so Marylee had to jog to the table, wiggle the plug out, wipe it off, wipe her ass, take her ears off, put the ears and tail on the gym teacher’s paperwork table, put the tissues in the trash, and jog back to line up with Kai-Ling and the other less dressed students: a well-endowed girl in a sports top, two boys in gym shoes, a few more boys and girls in shorts only, and a girl with a large circular decal over her pussy but otherwise bare. Shirts still outnumbered skins by four. “Two volunteers?” One boy jogged over, pulling his top off as he ran.
Next he pointed to Violet. “Go on,” he said. “They look like they need evening up.” The shirts groaned. Violet grinned and nodded, then strolled over. She stripped completely nude, putting her clothes by the wall. Marylee—among others—admired Violet’s toned but feminine body, her visible abs drawing the eye. The honey blonde had a fake tan all over and surprisingly, a landing strip of pubic hair. Perhaps she was into bodybuilding? She adopted a crouched combat pose. Marylee self-consciously imitated Violet, the boy behind her letting out a gasp as he spotted the blue dot inside her pussy. She blushed. The dot flashed faintly.
“Three … two … ONE! GAME ON!” yelled the gym teacher, throwing a ball to each team. The game began, a member of each team scooping it up and flinging it downrange more in hope than in strategy. Neither hit. This variation of dodgeball was simple elimination, any player touched by or touching the ball on any part of their body other than hands, was out and had to go sit by the wall. Once a team was down to three they then had to catch the ball or be eliminated, simply dodging was not enough; conversely, the other team were only allowed to throw the ball directly at them, not aiming elsewhere to make the ball harder to catch.
This was a sport at which Marylee excelled. She had played volleyball “back home” (she still thought of it that way), and her reflexes were very good. Though she had only ever played on Shirts before this week, her team had won each time. She aimed to catch the thrown ball even before the elimination round, and succeeded in putting out two team members herself among the other volleys. Nine to seven in favor of Skins.
Marylee had shuffled herself to the front of her team, her desire for space to dodge around and the rest of her teams’ desire to be behind her making that outcome happen. A ball flew towards her, she dove left and heard the sound of the impact of ball on skin then body on court surface behind her. Laughter and cries rang out from both teams. “Foul! That was a foul!” She turned to view the scene, carefully backing away and keeping track of the balls to avoid getting tagged. Mr Prentice blew his whistle, signalling a pause in the game. Kai-Ling was helping a boy up, one of the two in shoes only, a fit looking Black boy, his penis half-erect and waggling. He didn’t seem badly hurt.
“Did you foul Roger?” Mr Prentice asked Kai-Ling.
“Foul!” the witnesses cried.
“Uh … I didn’t mean to …” the culprit stammered.
“Bullshit,” said Violet. “You pushed him in the way of the ball to save yourself.” The fit girl seemed more amused than offended.
“Roger, did you see that?” asked Mr Prentice.
“Roger didn’t see anything,” Violet cut in. “He was too busy eyeing off Marylee. But Kai-Ling still fouled him. You should forfeit both of them,” she smirked.
“Forfeits! Forfeits!” chanted the crowd, both teams. Marylee joined in, confused still as to what that meant but wanting to be part of the group.
“Well, what would be your forfeit for Kai-Ling,” asked Mr Prentice, addressing Roger.
“Thong,” he pointed at it. “She can have it back tomorrow. Afternoon.”
Kai-Ling gasped. “No! I can’t go home naked, I have church tonight! Pick something else!”
“You can blow me,” Roger grinned.
“Ew, I don’t want to blow you, Roger!”
“Those are your choices,” said the gym teacher. “Or you can get someone else to pay the forfeit.” Kai-Ling frantically scanned the crowd, trying to find a girl—or boy—willing to be her champion.
Marylee’s exercise and flexing pelvic floor muscles was making her extremely horny, and she felt like she might be okay with blowing the slim, fit Roger. She’d gotten a LOT of orgasms today, and felt like she hadn’t given any, unless people masturbating while watching her and Tara counted. She opened her mouth when Violet elbowed her in the bare ribs. “Let her clean up her own mess,” Violet whispered.
“I’ll pick Roger’s forfeit,” Mr Prentice said. “He doesn’t get to come. Edge him, make him hard, but don’t bring him off.” Kai-Ling nodded. Roger stammered incoherent protests. Her enthusiasm for the task greatly increased, Kai-Ling squatted down and took his cock in her hand, gently toying with it. Marylee watched in fascination. She was remarkably good at this, keeping him keen but treating him mean. The boy’s penis flexed a few times, and he groaned, each time she squeezed a little harder than gently around the base and stopped licking. “Alright, that’ll do,” Mr Prentice said. Kai-Ling sprang up and away from the engorged Roger, who groaned. “You, go sit down and don’t you dare touch yourself until shower time.” Roger obeyed, Mr Prentice blew his whistle again, and the game resumed with Skins down a player, Roger on the sidelines, legs apart and hands on his knees, his moderately sized penis throbbing.
“Seems a bit cruel,” Marylee muttered to Violet.
Violet smirked. “Roger deserves it, believe me,” she muttered. “Little prick *loves* to squirt while wrestling girls. Prentice has been wanting to make him suffer.”
“We haven’t done wrestling yet since I’ve been here,” Marylee replied. She dodged a ball that hit Kai-Ling, who left the court to a round of cheers from the Shirts. Marylee scooped it up and tagged a Shirt with it.
“Principal Stuckhampton normally supervises it, she was a wrestling champion,” Violet observed. “Usually picks me.”
“Can she beat you?” Marylee asked, wide-eyed.
“About half the time, yes,” Violet caught a ball and threw it back, tagging another unobservant Shirt. During the conversation the Shirts had whittled down to five, and four Skins remained: Violet and Marylee, a chubby topless girl, and the last boy with only shoes. The eliminated players ringed the court, variously conversing and watching the game. The girl with the decal was in splits position, her elbows on the floor, her pelvis moving rhythmically, head down. Marylee raised an eyebrow at Violet and nodded towards the girl. “Catherine’s wearing a Pinnacle,” Violet said. “It’s sold as some type of swimsuit, believe it or not, but it has a big dildo or plug thing to hold it in.” Catherine shuddered again, her face turning upwards to reveal her nostrils wide and her lower lip under her top teeth. She ground harder against the court floor, running her hands down her legs. Nobody else seemed to notice or care.
Marylee’s own pussy was getting very wet, with all the running around and the flexing. Her clitoris was visibly engorged, and whenever she noticed this, and her nudity, she got even hornier. But she wouldn’t lose the game, no matter how much she wanted to stop and wildly frig herself right here and now. Marylee could not stand to lose. The balls danced fast, and the topless girl dodged one and got tagged by the other. Marylee and Violet scooped them up and aimed for Shirts. Three Skins now remained, the sum total of their clothing being a pair of shoes. Violet’s throw hit, Marylee’s got caught and returned hard to Violet who caught it again. Four Shirts now. Marylee’s excitement rose. So did the remaining boy’s, his upright erection likely to hinder him … and there, he failed to catch the ball. Eliminated! Gripping his glans, he waddled off the court to avail himself of Prentice’s tissue box.
The game had turned into fast-paced catch. Marylee and Violet were outnumbered four to two, but it didn’t help their opposition as there were only two balls. Everyone was soaked in sweat, though the Shirts weren’t naked and were showing it in large sweat patches. “Dylan,” muttered Violet, nodding towards the relevant Shirt. “You tag left, I tag right. Now!” The girls threw. Dylan, exhausted, dodged right and dropped the one ball he had caught as the other hit. “YES!” Violet cried, her fist pumping the air, C-cup breasts wobbling.
Apart from Catherine and a few others deeply into their own activities, the class were on the edge of their patches of floor. Mr Prentice was as fascinated as his students. Even some occupied with their own activities still had their eyes glued to the match, especially Marylee and Violet. Kai-Ling’s tiny thong hung around her ankle, her legs wide and one hand half-inside her pussy gripping and squeezing, the other squeezing her breast. Roger panted, his erection throbbing, his hands in fists at the side of his face. Some of the former Shirts had disrobed to some extent too, especially the most recently eliminated.
The Shirts liked the tactic of controlling both balls and flinging them together at the opposition and adopted it. Marylee and Violet found the counter immediately, staying close enough to touch, Violet’s bare buttock into Marylee’s flat tummy. Marylee groaned. Violet chuckled and ran her hand down Marylee’s bare mound of Venus, tickling. Marylee squealed and dropped to her knees, crying out as the orgasm took her. Balls flew, but a miracle! Violet caught one in each hand and nimbly dodged away from her writhing teammate. “OH GOD, OH,” Marylee screamed as she came and came, assuming a fetal position with her left hand flexing at her clit and between her labia, right hand clutching at the court floor. The little blue dot flashed over and over in the direction of the spectators.
“That’s not elimination!” Violet cried.
“Throw the balls!” the Shirts yelled.
“I don’t have to until I want!” Violet yelled back.
Marylee whimpered and tugged at her clit. Involuntarily she moved to on her back, knees drawn up, slapping and kneading at her labia, heedless of the watching class. Of all the orgasms she’d had today, this was … probably … the strongest … so far. “Uhhh,” she moaned. At least half a dozen others were doing much the same, especially Kai-Ling who now had one hand fully inside her pussy and the other rubbing her clit. Her thong was ten feet away, kicked heedlessly off. Roger cried out too as he squirted white goo all the way onto the court, never having unclenched his fists.
Mr Prentice’s spellbound fascination broke. He jumped up, his own erection tenting his pants. “Alright, I’m calling this a draw. Pair off and hit the showers!” He pulled a handful of tissues out of the box and threw them to Roger as the class scattered. “Clean that up,” he gestured to the messy court.
Violet dropped the balls and bent over Marylee. “We could totally have won, you know,” she grinned. She put one hand at Marylee’s crotch, thumb inside her pussy and hand under her ass, and the other arm under her shoulders, and lifted the hapless Marylee to carry her to the showers.
After her series of quivering orgasms at Tara’s expert touch, helped along by the constantly buzzing bunny tail, Marylee had been almost a rag doll. Priyana and Violet had helped her down off the table and spoonfed her lunch as she twitched and moaned with aftershocks, a sight they and Tara thought was hilarious. The crowd of onlookers had gradually dispersed, show over. Tara had asked Marylee for her phone number and sent her a text, then stood up to go wash up before afternoon classes. Violet and Marylee both had gym in the afternoon, and Marylee was surprised and gratified that Violet apparently was going to stay with her.
“So … um ….” she stammered.
“It’s cool,” Violet smiled. “We like you. You bring something new to the school. You can hang with us tonight. But for now, gym time, come on!” Marylee was recovered enough to dodge the hand reaching for her tail and stood up under her own power. Shaky, but getting steadier. “Oh, is this yours?” Violet handed her the Kegel device, and Marylee restored it to its proper place, nipples crinkling.
“It’s so strange to me, that nobody minds,” she admitted. “I’m constantly terrified!”
“But you’re doing it anyway,” Violet said. “I respect that. A lot of trouble for that stupid egg game.”
“You’ve never played?”
“Once, a couple of years ago. I crushed it.” With how fit Violet was, that made sense to Marylee. They walked together, Marylee steadier with every step. She thought she was getting used to the buzz, though it made her clit throb and her nipples stiff.
“Have you ever worn this ‘costume’?”
Violet seemed surprised to be asked. “Yeah, of course. Easter festival.” As if that explained everything. She opened the door to the gym and held it for Marylee. The school’s gym was well-equipped, everything about this school seemed very well funded. There was space for two classes at once, with a gymnastics setup at one end and a court with basketball markings down the other, though Marylee was yet to see basketball played. Teams were always divided into “shirts” and “skins”, though the actual items of clothing varied. The school’s lax uniform policy applied to gym too. Violet wasn’t bothering to change, her current outfit was already sporty. Other students came out of the change room—only one, here—in a variety of dress styles.
Other than the “pretties” (she didn’t yet know what they called themselves, if anything), the closest to a friend Marylee had made was Kai-Ling Hu, one of her predecessor losers of the egg game. Marylee had been friendly to her during her week of nudity, for which Kai-Ling had been grateful. If the slim little Chinese-American girl had other friends, they didn’t seem to want much to do with her during that time, which now that she thought about it, Marylee was experiencing too.
Kai-Ling today was wearing a small thong bikini bottom, and was otherwise nude. This was her normal gym “outfit”. She greeted Marylee enthusiastically. “You’re wearing the cottontail suit in gym? That’s brave!”
“Take it off,” came a voice. The gym teacher, Mr Prentice. “Today we are playing dodgeball!”
“Uh, I’ll need to clean it,” Marylee protested.
“Tissue box over there. Just put it on the table, and line up. SHIRTS THIS END, SKINS THAT END!” That end, of course, was the far end from the table, so Marylee had to jog to the table, wiggle the plug out, wipe it off, wipe her ass, take her ears off, put the ears and tail on the gym teacher’s paperwork table, put the tissues in the trash, and jog back to line up with Kai-Ling and the other less dressed students: a well-endowed girl in a sports top, two boys in gym shoes, a few more boys and girls in shorts only, and a girl with a large circular decal over her pussy but otherwise bare. Shirts still outnumbered skins by four. “Two volunteers?” One boy jogged over, pulling his top off as he ran.
Next he pointed to Violet. “Go on,” he said. “They look like they need evening up.” The shirts groaned. Violet grinned and nodded, then strolled over. She stripped completely nude, putting her clothes by the wall. Marylee—among others—admired Violet’s toned but feminine body, her visible abs drawing the eye. The honey blonde had a fake tan all over and surprisingly, a landing strip of pubic hair. Perhaps she was into bodybuilding? She adopted a crouched combat pose. Marylee self-consciously imitated Violet, the boy behind her letting out a gasp as he spotted the blue dot inside her pussy. She blushed. The dot flashed faintly.
“Three … two … ONE! GAME ON!” yelled the gym teacher, throwing a ball to each team. The game began, a member of each team scooping it up and flinging it downrange more in hope than in strategy. Neither hit. This variation of dodgeball was simple elimination, any player touched by or touching the ball on any part of their body other than hands, was out and had to go sit by the wall. Once a team was down to three they then had to catch the ball or be eliminated, simply dodging was not enough; conversely, the other team were only allowed to throw the ball directly at them, not aiming elsewhere to make the ball harder to catch.
This was a sport at which Marylee excelled. She had played volleyball “back home” (she still thought of it that way), and her reflexes were very good. Though she had only ever played on Shirts before this week, her team had won each time. She aimed to catch the thrown ball even before the elimination round, and succeeded in putting out two team members herself among the other volleys. Nine to seven in favor of Skins.
Marylee had shuffled herself to the front of her team, her desire for space to dodge around and the rest of her teams’ desire to be behind her making that outcome happen. A ball flew towards her, she dove left and heard the sound of the impact of ball on skin then body on court surface behind her. Laughter and cries rang out from both teams. “Foul! That was a foul!” She turned to view the scene, carefully backing away and keeping track of the balls to avoid getting tagged. Mr Prentice blew his whistle, signalling a pause in the game. Kai-Ling was helping a boy up, one of the two in shoes only, a fit looking Black boy, his penis half-erect and waggling. He didn’t seem badly hurt.
“Did you foul Roger?” Mr Prentice asked Kai-Ling.
“Foul!” the witnesses cried.
“Uh … I didn’t mean to …” the culprit stammered.
“Bullshit,” said Violet. “You pushed him in the way of the ball to save yourself.” The fit girl seemed more amused than offended.
“Roger, did you see that?” asked Mr Prentice.
“Roger didn’t see anything,” Violet cut in. “He was too busy eyeing off Marylee. But Kai-Ling still fouled him. You should forfeit both of them,” she smirked.
“Forfeits! Forfeits!” chanted the crowd, both teams. Marylee joined in, confused still as to what that meant but wanting to be part of the group.
“Well, what would be your forfeit for Kai-Ling,” asked Mr Prentice, addressing Roger.
“Thong,” he pointed at it. “She can have it back tomorrow. Afternoon.”
Kai-Ling gasped. “No! I can’t go home naked, I have church tonight! Pick something else!”
“You can blow me,” Roger grinned.
“Ew, I don’t want to blow you, Roger!”
“Those are your choices,” said the gym teacher. “Or you can get someone else to pay the forfeit.” Kai-Ling frantically scanned the crowd, trying to find a girl—or boy—willing to be her champion.
Marylee’s exercise and flexing pelvic floor muscles was making her extremely horny, and she felt like she might be okay with blowing the slim, fit Roger. She’d gotten a LOT of orgasms today, and felt like she hadn’t given any, unless people masturbating while watching her and Tara counted. She opened her mouth when Violet elbowed her in the bare ribs. “Let her clean up her own mess,” Violet whispered.
“I’ll pick Roger’s forfeit,” Mr Prentice said. “He doesn’t get to come. Edge him, make him hard, but don’t bring him off.” Kai-Ling nodded. Roger stammered incoherent protests. Her enthusiasm for the task greatly increased, Kai-Ling squatted down and took his cock in her hand, gently toying with it. Marylee watched in fascination. She was remarkably good at this, keeping him keen but treating him mean. The boy’s penis flexed a few times, and he groaned, each time she squeezed a little harder than gently around the base and stopped licking. “Alright, that’ll do,” Mr Prentice said. Kai-Ling sprang up and away from the engorged Roger, who groaned. “You, go sit down and don’t you dare touch yourself until shower time.” Roger obeyed, Mr Prentice blew his whistle again, and the game resumed with Skins down a player, Roger on the sidelines, legs apart and hands on his knees, his moderately sized penis throbbing.
“Seems a bit cruel,” Marylee muttered to Violet.
Violet smirked. “Roger deserves it, believe me,” she muttered. “Little prick *loves* to squirt while wrestling girls. Prentice has been wanting to make him suffer.”
“We haven’t done wrestling yet since I’ve been here,” Marylee replied. She dodged a ball that hit Kai-Ling, who left the court to a round of cheers from the Shirts. Marylee scooped it up and tagged a Shirt with it.
“Principal Stuckhampton normally supervises it, she was a wrestling champion,” Violet observed. “Usually picks me.”
“Can she beat you?” Marylee asked, wide-eyed.
“About half the time, yes,” Violet caught a ball and threw it back, tagging another unobservant Shirt. During the conversation the Shirts had whittled down to five, and four Skins remained: Violet and Marylee, a chubby topless girl, and the last boy with only shoes. The eliminated players ringed the court, variously conversing and watching the game. The girl with the decal was in splits position, her elbows on the floor, her pelvis moving rhythmically, head down. Marylee raised an eyebrow at Violet and nodded towards the girl. “Catherine’s wearing a Pinnacle,” Violet said. “It’s sold as some type of swimsuit, believe it or not, but it has a big dildo or plug thing to hold it in.” Catherine shuddered again, her face turning upwards to reveal her nostrils wide and her lower lip under her top teeth. She ground harder against the court floor, running her hands down her legs. Nobody else seemed to notice or care.
Marylee’s own pussy was getting very wet, with all the running around and the flexing. Her clitoris was visibly engorged, and whenever she noticed this, and her nudity, she got even hornier. But she wouldn’t lose the game, no matter how much she wanted to stop and wildly frig herself right here and now. Marylee could not stand to lose. The balls danced fast, and the topless girl dodged one and got tagged by the other. Marylee and Violet scooped them up and aimed for Shirts. Three Skins now remained, the sum total of their clothing being a pair of shoes. Violet’s throw hit, Marylee’s got caught and returned hard to Violet who caught it again. Four Shirts now. Marylee’s excitement rose. So did the remaining boy’s, his upright erection likely to hinder him … and there, he failed to catch the ball. Eliminated! Gripping his glans, he waddled off the court to avail himself of Prentice’s tissue box.
The game had turned into fast-paced catch. Marylee and Violet were outnumbered four to two, but it didn’t help their opposition as there were only two balls. Everyone was soaked in sweat, though the Shirts weren’t naked and were showing it in large sweat patches. “Dylan,” muttered Violet, nodding towards the relevant Shirt. “You tag left, I tag right. Now!” The girls threw. Dylan, exhausted, dodged right and dropped the one ball he had caught as the other hit. “YES!” Violet cried, her fist pumping the air, C-cup breasts wobbling.
Apart from Catherine and a few others deeply into their own activities, the class were on the edge of their patches of floor. Mr Prentice was as fascinated as his students. Even some occupied with their own activities still had their eyes glued to the match, especially Marylee and Violet. Kai-Ling’s tiny thong hung around her ankle, her legs wide and one hand half-inside her pussy gripping and squeezing, the other squeezing her breast. Roger panted, his erection throbbing, his hands in fists at the side of his face. Some of the former Shirts had disrobed to some extent too, especially the most recently eliminated.
The Shirts liked the tactic of controlling both balls and flinging them together at the opposition and adopted it. Marylee and Violet found the counter immediately, staying close enough to touch, Violet’s bare buttock into Marylee’s flat tummy. Marylee groaned. Violet chuckled and ran her hand down Marylee’s bare mound of Venus, tickling. Marylee squealed and dropped to her knees, crying out as the orgasm took her. Balls flew, but a miracle! Violet caught one in each hand and nimbly dodged away from her writhing teammate. “OH GOD, OH,” Marylee screamed as she came and came, assuming a fetal position with her left hand flexing at her clit and between her labia, right hand clutching at the court floor. The little blue dot flashed over and over in the direction of the spectators.
“That’s not elimination!” Violet cried.
“Throw the balls!” the Shirts yelled.
“I don’t have to until I want!” Violet yelled back.
Marylee whimpered and tugged at her clit. Involuntarily she moved to on her back, knees drawn up, slapping and kneading at her labia, heedless of the watching class. Of all the orgasms she’d had today, this was … probably … the strongest … so far. “Uhhh,” she moaned. At least half a dozen others were doing much the same, especially Kai-Ling who now had one hand fully inside her pussy and the other rubbing her clit. Her thong was ten feet away, kicked heedlessly off. Roger cried out too as he squirted white goo all the way onto the court, never having unclenched his fists.
Mr Prentice’s spellbound fascination broke. He jumped up, his own erection tenting his pants. “Alright, I’m calling this a draw. Pair off and hit the showers!” He pulled a handful of tissues out of the box and threw them to Roger as the class scattered. “Clean that up,” he gestured to the messy court.
Violet dropped the balls and bent over Marylee. “We could totally have won, you know,” she grinned. She put one hand at Marylee’s crotch, thumb inside her pussy and hand under her ass, and the other arm under her shoulders, and lifted the hapless Marylee to carry her to the showers.
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