Study Buddies Ch. 01

"This is B," Kevin said, and before Keeley had a chance to recover, vibrations shot through her pussy and out through the rest of her body. She clenched her legs together again.

"MMMMM!" she moaned through gritted teeth before Kevin shut it off.

"Now, we need some way of signifying when the answer isn't a simple A or B," Kevin thought aloud. "So how about for C, we do this."

Keeley jerked as the egg in her ass sent a tremor roiling through her body, only to be replaced immediately by a second shot through her pussy. The double stimulation caused Keeley to yelp as she tried not to fall off the edge of the bed.

"Does that work for C?" Kevin asked. Keeley nodded yes and Kevin mercifully switched the egg off again. Keeley breathed a sigh of relief.

"And for D let's do this," Kevin pressed both sides of the wheel at once, and Keeley felt both eggs go off inside her at the same time. She moaned hard and fell back on the bed, inadvertently flashing her brother a shot of her shaven, trembling quim before she squeezed her legs back together and rolled over onto her side.

"I think that's a go for D," Kevin said as he shut off Keeley's little tormentors. "Do you have any questions?"

"Get out!" Keeley spat as she clutched her mattress, still trembling from the last assault on her private parts.

"Okey-doke!" Kevin was cheerful. "Good luck on the test tomorrow." Kevin practically skipped out the door, remote still in hand, while Keeley lay recovering on her bed. It wouldn't take long before Kevin was out like a light, but Keeley had a long night ahead of her; she knew after that that there was no way she would be able to fall asleep without another long, marathon masturbation session. It was 11:30 now. Keeley sighed, pulled the eggs from her nether regions and set them down on the nightstand by her alarm clock. She retrieved one of the larger, phallic vibrators from her drawer and got to work.

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When the alarm went off the next morning Keeley hoped that everything she remembered of the night before had just been a bad dream, but she quickly learned otherwise when she saw the guilty eggs lying on the nightstand. She switched off the alarm and slid, exhausted, out of bed.

The twins passed each other on their way in and out of the bathroom just like every morning. Keeley closed the door behind her and hung her robe up on the hook on the door. She stepped into the shower, the two little eggs dangling from their cord around her finger, slid the glass door shut and turned the water on. As she soaped herself up and washed herself off her focus turned to those two little toys. Of course, they only looked little from the outside, she thought. Inside, they filled her up like no feeling she had ever known. Whether it was these little darlings or any of the myriad others she kept in her secret stash, Keeley felt empty when she didn't have something inside her, but she didn't like or trust any of the boys at school enough to want to be with one of them. It was a real predicament, constantly wanting to fuck and having no one to accommodate her. A conundrum, she figured might be a word her brother would use.

Keeley pressed her fingers to her sex and massaged herself gently until her clit peeked out from its little hood. She hooked two fingers up into herself and started to stimulate her G-spot before she remembered that she couldn't afford any leisure time; she had to get ready for school. She squeezed the first egg up into her winking pussy with little resistance and felt a sense of relief from the fullness it brought. The second egg was more trouble; she swirled its tip in slow circles against her tight little star, pushing her muscles out towards it until finally her anus swallowed the egg up whole, pulling the cord between the two toys taut and flush against her taint. She adjusted to the feeling of both toys inside her, the big round beasts rubbing against each other through the thin membrane keeping them each in their place. She wanted nothing more than to make herself cum right there in the shower; she knew this was going to be a long day.

After her shower Keeley put on her school uniform—plaid skirt, white buttoned shirt, white knee-high socks, dark blue blazer, and shined black shoes—and walked out into the kitchen to find Kevin eating breakfast. She sat down at the table across from him and stared at his eggs and bacon hungrily.

"What, you're not?" Kevin started before Keeley fixed him with a steely glare. "Oh, right," he replied. "Sorry. Are they?"

"Yes," she cut him off. "They are."

"Okay," Kevin nodded. Suddenly Keeley moaned as she felt a sudden shockwave explode in her pussy as Kevin hit the button under the table. It went as fast as it came, but it was enough to throw Keeley off guard and leave her with an itch that desperately needed to be scratched. "Just checking," Kevin smiled mischievously.

"If I don't ace this test I'm going to murder you in your sleep," Keeley promised her dastardly brother.

"Don't worry," Kevin said, savoring his delicious bacon before his starving sister. "I think you're going to," he paused melodramatically, "cum through just fine." Keeley wasn't laughing.

The siblings walked to class together, though "walking" hardly meant the same thing for both of them under the circumstances. Kevin marched proudly, a spring in his step produced by his satisfaction with his conniving little plan. For Keeley, however, each step was weighted with thought and consideration as she struggled to keep those damned little eggs inside her without falling victim to a poorly timed public orgasm. Keeley felt like everyone's eyes were on her, like she probably looked like she was drunk. The pair went their separate ways before first period, and Keeley was overcome with relief when she finally managed to throw herself down in her seat.

"You can do this," she thought to herself. "It's just a regular day at school. You can make it." For the first half of her first class, Keeley actually thought she might. But suddenly, while her math teacher wrote out an equation on the board, Keeley felt a familiar jolt of unwelcome pleasure surge through her tight vaginal walls. She bit down on her lip and gripped the edges of her desk hard, hoping no one had noticed her almost convulsing into a seizure.

"Oh God," she thought. "That bastard. That little bast—" she lost her train of thought as a second surge hit inside her rectum. She gritted her teeth and caught the moan in her throat.

The next three classes were unbearable as Keeley never knew when her brother would strike at her insides. Sometimes he would hit her up several times all at once, while other times he would let her go 15, 20, even 30 minutes without incident before unleashing another barrage on her erogenous zones. Sometimes the assaults would bring her right up to the edge and leave her hanging, but several times the wave would crest straight into orgasm and all she could do was sit there and swallow it while her classmates sat around her, no doubt wondering why she was so goddamn fidgety today.

Keeley had managed to make it through the day without talking to anyone, but she knew she couldn't make that work during lunch, so she skipped it entirely, ducking into one of the less-frequented ladies' rooms and holing up in the corner stall. She sat on the toilet and watched the seconds tick past on her iPhone. About halfway through lunch she received a text from Kevin.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"Fuck u," she typed back.

"Wrong answer," he replied, and all at once both eggs roared to life inside her.

"OH GOD!" she exclaimed. She dropped her phone on the floor and struggled not to fall off the toilet; Kevin had ratcheted up the strength settings on both eggs several notches higher than what she had been used to. She bent forward and wrapped her arms around her knees, holding onto herself for dear life. Her breath was rough and ragged as she panted into the sleeve of her blazer, and finally she couldn't take it anymore. She yanked her panties down to around her knees and began thrumming her clit furiously, desperate for release. She heard a couple girls enter the restroom and she knew they could hear what she was doing from their giggles and exclamations, but she didn't care; she was never so thankful for the anonymity provided by identical school uniforms as she was in that moment, attacking her raging clit while her classmates stood only feet away from her on the other side of the stall walls.

The second the two girls left the restroom Keeley picked herself up off the toilet, pulled her panties off, hiked her skirt up around her waist, and straddled the toiled facing the back so she could hold onto it for support. She screamed into her sleeve as she brought herself to climax, yanking the agitated egg from her sopping wet pussy as she squirted jet after jet after jet through her furious fingers and down into the bowl below. She shook uncontrollably, wave after wave of her orgasm crashing over her for several minutes until finally it subsided and she collapsed, spent, against the back of the toilet. At some point the eggs had ceased their assault but Keeley hadn't noticed when. She was out of breath and couldn't fathom moving, but she heard the bell and knew she needed to pick herself up and get to class. She grabbed some tissue paper to dry her soaked thighs and cunt, then stuffed the egg back into its proper place. She pulled her panties back up, readjusted her skirt, picked up her phone, flushed the toilet, and headed back out into the world.

The next two classes Keeley's brother went easy on her, only hitting her a couple times to keep her awake, which by now she needed because she was utterly unable to focus. Finally their last class rolled around—Ms. Blank's psychology class, and the test that would determine whether this had been a gamble worth taking or one of the worst decisions of Keeley's life. Keeley staggered into the classroom, one of the first students to arrive. Ms. Blank noticed that Keeley didn't look herself.

"Are you all right, Keeley?" Ms. Blank asked.

"Just tired, Ms. Blank," she answered wearily.

"Up all night studying?" her teacher replied.

"Yeah," Keeley sighed.

"Well, I'll try to go easy on you," Ms. Blank smiled.

"Thanks," Keeley smiled back. It was Ms. Blank's first year teaching at Heatherton Academy; she always tried to be nice to Keeley and her other students, and Keeley wished more students were nice to her in return. The boys were nice to her, of course, but that was only because she was 28, with a tight thin body and wardrobe to accentuate it, blonde, and gorgeous, and they all wanted to fuck her, which in turn only made all the girls treat her like crap.

Keeley made her way to her seat and let gravity take care of the rest. Slowly the rest of the class filed in, with Kevin one of the last. He tried to flash Keeley an impish grin before taking his seat at the other end of the room, but Keeley wouldn't give him the satisfaction of returning his gaze. He gave her a quick jolt in the ass just to tease her and she jumped in her seat. Fortunately everyone else was busy taking their seats but Keeley still felt self-conscious.

The bell rang and the class was seated. Ms. Blank walked down the aisles distributing copies of the test.

"There are 25 questions, multiple choice, and an essay question at the end," Ms. Blank explained. The class groaned when they heard about the essay question. "Yes, I know, I didn't warn you about an essay question, but this is a psychology class, so you should probably show me you can think on your own just a little, right?" She finished passing out the tests and returned to her desk at the front of the room. "But it's not so bad. Since this is last period, you can leave as soon as you're finished."

Fuck, Keeley thought. An essay question? How was Kevin supposed to give her the answer to that? Before she could worry about it, she felt a sharp burst first in her bowels, then immediately replaced by one in her cunt. That little prick wasn't even giving her time to write her name down; he was already starting.

She quickly scribbled her name down at the top and circled C for the first answer without even reading the question. She couldn't read the next question either as Kevin delivered a sharp blast to her ass. As soon as she'd circled A both of her holes quivered at once and she circled the next answer as D. For the next several questions it went, Kevin playing Keeley's aching wet tunnels like a keyboard, first this note, then that note, then a combination, then a quick change before circling back around again.

When the twins got to the 23rd question Kevin sent Keeley another double tap to both her holes, but as Keeley started to circle D, instead of the vibration going away, it skyrocketed in intensity. Keeley yelped loudly and jerked so hard she slammed her head against her desk, her pen scrawling across the paper and onto the wood surface beneath it. She quickly started coughing loudly to distract everyone from what was happening and to send them back to their own work. Both eggs continued to ratchet up their assault on her insides until they hit what she assumed was maximum frequency, because she didn't know how any woman could handle what she was feeling right now. She bit her lip and covered her mouth, mewling into the palm of her hand as intolerable waves of pleasure scorched through her body like a wildfire. With her head down on the desk Keeley looked across the room and found Kevin with a worried look on his face. He wasn't working on his test anymore and he was clearly fidgeting inside his pocket. Others wouldn't be able to tell what he was doing but she knew immediately with mounting terror: the controller stopped working, and he couldn't shut it off.

"Mr. Clarke, is there something wrong?" Ms. Blank asked from the front of the room. God, Keeley thought, she can't notice I'm having the orgasm of the century in the middle of class but she can see Kevin playing with something in his pocket from the other side of the room? Maybe the other girls were right and Ms. Blank did have her eyes on all the boys in the school. Keeley tried with every fiber of her being not to succumb to the unrelenting assault on her insides as she watched the scene unfold.

"Nothing's wrong," Kevin said, trying to appear normal. Ms. Blank walked across the room, her high heels clicking across the hard floor until she reached Kevin's desk. "Just texting," Kevin lied, handing her his phone.

"Not cheating?" Ms. Blank asked as she browsed through Kevin's phone.

"Why would I need to do that?" Kevin answered smugly. Ms. Blank looked at him disapprovingly, but it was clear she believed him.

"You can get this back after class," Ms. Blank said, taking Kevin's phone back to her desk and sitting down. Kevin glanced back at Keeley with a look that could almost be construed as sincerely apologetic. It didn't much matter to Keeley, though; she was on the verge of tears, both from her eyes and down below. She buckled her legs together and tried to hold back the oncoming tsunami, but she knew that, like trying not to go to the bathroom, she could only hold out for so long.

Keeley looked at the clock and was horrified to discover there were still 25 minutes left in class. She mustered her strength and tried to focus on the remainder of the test. She didn't know the answers to either of the two remaining multiple choice questions and figured at this point it didn't matter if she got them right, either. She circled two random answers with a very shaky pen hand as she fought against her building orgasm.

All that was left was the essay question. Keeley almost let out a loud moan, and she wasn't sure if it was from the pounding orgasm she fought desperately to subdue or whether it was because she thought she actually knew how to answer the question: "Explain what Ivan Pavlov learned through his conditioning experiments with his dog?"

"Goddamnit, Kevin," Keeley thought, "without even meaning to you gave me the answer to the last question." She struggled to put her pen to paper as the waves built inside her. She felt her panties growing damp and she squeezed her thighs tighter to staunch any pending eruption. By this point her other classmates were starting to finished their exams and take them up to Ms. Blank at the front. Kevin was still seated, but it was obvious to Keeley that he was done and would feel guilty if he left without knowing how she'd make it out all right. Keeley rolled her eyes at him and that gave him permission to turn his test in and exit as well. Keeley struggled, word by word, letter by letter, to compose her answer as correctly as she thought she could, even as the wetness between her legs spread from the crotch of her panties across the insides of her thighs and down into the backside of her skirt underneath her ass. Her juices were both warm as they leaked out from her sweltering cunt and then quickly cold as they settled on her skin and in the fabric of her clothes, but Keeley tried to ignore them as she wrote out her essay. When she finished she was the only student left in the class but still she didn't dare get up; already she could feel the wet puddle she sat in dripping down the sides of the chair and she couldn't bear to let Ms. Blank see her leave like this, even though she didn't know how she was going to get out. She sat in her pool of her own cum for another ten minutes, trying not to cry or moan as the eggs ravished her insides, until finally the final bell rang.

Ms. Blank got up from her desk and walked over to Keeley.

"Time to go," Ms. Blank tried to offer kindly.

"Right," Keeley said as she handed her teacher the test.

"Are you all right?" Ms. Blank asked, concerned.

"I'm fine," Keeley lied, badly. Her face was flushed, red, her freckles practically glowing like they were radioactive. Sweat dripped from her brow and tears stained her cheeks. She looked like a mess, but she was too embarrassed to say anything.

"If you need to talk to someone," Ms. Blank knew how to state her concern without pressing so hard she scared a pupil away, "I want you to know you can talk to me. Anytime. Even after hours; I just live right off campus. Okay?"

Keeley nodded, trying to smile. She couldn't even get words out, but it meant a lot to her that Ms. Blank cared so much.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Ms. Blank finally asked again.

"Yeah," Keeley managed. "I just, I've felt like crap all day. I just need a minute."

"Okay," Ms. Blank nodded. "Just turn off the lights and close the door behind you when you go, okay?"

"Okay," Keeley whispered. Ms. Blank turned to leave. Before she was out the door, Keeley called back, "Ms. Blank?"

Ms. Blank turned to face her.

"Thank you," Keeley said. She meant it.

"Anytime," Ms. Blank replied. She smiled again before heading out the door.

Keeley felt relief when she heard Ms. Blank shut the door behind her. She cried into her sleeve as she felt her juices running all down her legs, soaking her socks and pooling at the soles of her shoes. After a few minutes Keeley grabbed a handful of tissues from her backpack and lifted herself up just enough above the seat to wipe it and her as clean as she could. Both the eggs were still buzzing deep inside her, and while Keeley certainly hadn't become numb to their unforgiving pleasures, she also knew she had to make it out of this classroom and back to her and Kevin's dorm room one way or another, and it wasn't like she could just pull them out right here where someone could walk in at any moment. The entire backside of Keeley's skirt was noticeably sopping wet, so Keeley took off her blazer and tied the sleeves around her waist, letting the rest of it hang down to cover her damp shame. She threw the musky tissues in the trash and staggered out of the classroom.