Epilogue: Later that day

No 'I told you so', no further teasing; her mother had just given her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, like always, and let her come in. Not that Anna would have minded a bit more humiliation in the state she was in then, just minutes before having given in to her exhibitionist urges, displaying her very aroused genitals for all the neighbors who might have been watching. With that arousal clouding her mind, she went straight up to her room, let her bag fall to the floor, and threw herself with her back onto her bed.

Without closing door, she started to touch herself immediately. Noisily working her fingers in and out of her dripping vagina, Anna tried to trace all the humiliating, mortifying, arousing, orgasmic happenings of the day. The itching in her panties, damaging her skirt, stripping more and more during class... sneaking off to the other classroom, getting daring with the dildo, getting caught... the incredibly thorough inspection of all her intimate areas, the touching, licking, fingering, making her moan and squeal for everyone to see...

It was so much, and she hadn't even gotten to Lilly. In a perfect world, Anna would have masturbated to these memories until she could end the day with one last glorious orgasm, after which she could file all this away, and resume her life like normal, as if it all had just been a story.

But she wasn't able to. The moment she had lied down and closed her eyes, the exhaustion of the day had started to catch up with her. Physical, and mental. After all, she had experienced more sexual excitement today than in the rest of her life combined. And so, the naked girl with the finger up her pussy slowly started to drift off into sleep...

When she opened her eyes again, the sun was starting to set already, casting a red glow on her room. Anna stretched, and reveled in the feeling of the silky blanket on her naked body. Her mother must have come into the room, to tuck her in. Good thing; it wasn't yet warm enough that a blanket was uncomfortable. In fact, with the air-conditioned temperature inside, she would have been freezing, sleeping without one. Her needy arousal having subsided in the meantime, Anna just relaxed a little, pushing her cheek into the pillow.

No arousal also meant that her mind was clear. And that there was nothing holding back her sense of shame.

Anna's eyes shot open. She could feel a deep blush forming on her face, and her breath sounded like she was about to hyperventilate. This time, she mentally recounted the events that led her here backwards.

She was covered in a blanket, so her mother had actually seen her, asleep and stark naked, hand still on her intimates! Basically, she had seen Anna masturbate. Her own mother. What could be worse?!

Maybe the fact that she had come back from school naked and sopping wet down below. Or that she had spread herself open right there on the sidewalk- oh god, was anybody looking?! That was more than enough time to get out a high quality camera and film the whole thing!

What about the fact that she was nude in that car, being fondled by Lilly in front of _her _mother, her juices ruining the last piece of clothing she had? And then there was Mrs Brown... sixty-nine outside... streaking the school... and... and...

More important than all of that. The sex ed lesson. The videos.

Anna jumped out of the bed, almost flew onto the seat of her desk chair, started up her laptop - it was in standby most of the time, so she only had a few seconds to wait. Social media - nothing, except from the usual stuff about boring vacation photos and relationship drama. Meaning that so far, nothing had leaked, and none of the students of that class had started any rumours. Yet. E-mail - one new mail. A redirect from her parents. The mail with the contract, and the link.

Anna let the cursor hover over the link, gulped, and braced herself. She knew what they had filmed; there couldn't be any sudden revelations, right? But still, she had to know what exactly everyone saw, and was still seeing, right at this moment, on their computer screens.

So she clicked. It opened up a new browser tab, the media library of the school's website. Anna quickly opened up another tab with just the school's website and tried navigating to the media library, but it seemed like these specific videos could only be seen via this link. Good, at least that was working. It was extremely easy to share such a link, though...

Eyeing the thumbnails, she hesitated again. Shades of pink, mostly. Did she really want to see that? The videos taken at her most exposed, **** moment. Of her most intimate areas. In high definition. ...no, she didn't want to, but she had to. Else it would forever eat her up. So, one more click. Set to fullscreen. Sound enabled.

Unbelieving, Anna stared. Never before had she seen an image of a vagina that was so crisp, so detailed, so clear. And this was a video! She could see the soft movements her body was making with every breath... all the little folds, the rivulets of arousal... there were the teacher's fingers, first spreading her butt cheeks, drawing Anna's attention to her own anus that she had never seen this way. Then, they spread open her labia.

Was this really her?! How utterly engorged everything was! And all those juices, they just didn't stop! The poking fingers didn't make it better... the sound of her moaning and the lewd squelching noises where crystal clear, and the sticky strings the fingers were drawing after them made it truly look like amateur porn... 'Seriously wet pussy close-up' or something.

As the finger penetration started, Anna noticed little text boxes popping up at the bottom right corner of the screen... the students had added comments directly to the timeline, and reading them, she felt her stomach tie into a knot due to the sheer embarrassment. They were talking about her body... not in a hurtful way, but utterly without shame.

"wow, look at how gigantic her clit is! ultra horny" "it's like a waterfall lol" "she loves this, just listen to her. kinda envious tbh" "her pussy is so beautiful. kinda symmetric. love the big puffy outer lips. they always like this?" "would be nice to have pics of before and after arousal, or intermediate states" "want more details on her masturbation technique. can we ask her?" "we never got to see how the urethra works" "you idiot, there's nothing difficult about that. pee comes out. that's literally it" "wonder if she likes playing with her inner lips" "if the clit is that sensitive, when can you ever use a vibrator on it?"

"Nooo... don't talk about it like that...", Anna whimpered to herself, but then she saw a pinned comment by Mr. Jones that completely took the breath out of her.

"As stated in her contract, Anna will be available for further inquiries. I will get in touch with her about filming the missing material; if you have questions for her directly, you can ask her yourself; I provided her contact data below."

Home number. Her email address, probably provided by her mother. Street address. Where they could find her at school. And a reference to her contract; it was made to be a link. She clicked it, and it brought her to the document, with a specific section highlighted. Of course: she was obligated to comply with these requests. And answer the questions truthfully.

So her humiliation hadn't really ended yet? She had to give up more secrets, maybe even let herself be filmed again? This was just horrible. A nightmare. But if that was so...

Why were her nipples hard? And why was her hand buried in her crotch again, almost as wet as on screen?

...right. She had already figured out that this turned her on. Maybe that was the only answer? Just to revel in it. Let her body and her instincts take over again. And if this first video already got her going, then the second one would be a doozy. One hand busy massaging her pussy, she took the other hand away from her nipple to click on the second video.

Oh yes, watching this one made her feel even more humiliated, and even more horny. A split-screen, on one side her whole body, being stimulated by three pairs of hands and three tongues, and on the other side, her gaping pussy, completely pulled open, twitching and dripping vaginal walls illuminated. And a few centimeters below, the end of the vibrator sticking out of her anus.

Her loud moans, drooling, needy expression... demanding more, demanding to be touched on her most sensitive spot... and then the convulsions. Her walls visibly contracting, every time gushing fluids. First orgasm. Second orgasm. On the third one, she wasn't even making any sound anymore, because she had no breath left; her pussy was actually squirting now. They had managed to make her squirt, on camera, and everyone could watch it over and over again...!

Anna didn't notice when the moans in the video suddenly got an echo, through her own moans. Loud ones. She also didn't notice what a mess she was making on her chair. Or that her mother had silently opened the door, and was witnessing her daughter furiously masturbating while watching a humiliating video of herself.

"Sweety...? I heard that you were awake and having some more fun, and I don't want to interrupt you, but..."

Anna was absolutely speechless. Shivering, partly because of shock, partly because she had been close to orgasm, she tried to coordinate her hands to cover herself, only succeeding in smearing her arousal over her boobs and stomach. She settled for keeping her hands at her side and crossing her legs. It was official now; her mother had seen everything. And no matter how mortifying it was, this humiliation still made her feel good.

"I think you'll appreciate what I have here for you... earlier, while you were asleep, your teacher came by. You know, that one..." She nodded at the screen. "He gave me a box for you. As thanks for your 'marvelous cooperation', as he put it. They have been thoroughly cleaned, so..."

She put the box on Anna's desk. Inside were the harbingers of pleasure that had played a huge role in her adventure today: the dildo, and the anal vibrator.

"...you can play with them right now, if you want."

For a few seconds, she just stared at the sex toys. Then, her body took over. Before her mother had even closed the door behind her, Anna grabbed both of the objects, stood up, looked at them indecisively... she wanted both of them inside her, that was for sure. But which one first? Actually, not a difficult choice. The vibrator would be harder to get in.

Ten minutes later, the very last of a long list of humiliations occured. And Anna inititated it willingly.

"Mooom...", it sounded from her room upstairs. First quietly, then louder. Her mother had been busy preparing the pancakes for dinner - as Anna had missed lunch entirely. Ever the patient, loving parent, she interrupted preparing the pancake mix to ascend the stairs and see what her daughter needed. The girl should be having her fun by now - maybe she wanted to invite someone over, to watch her? Or she wanted help in doing a little streaking. As long as she didn't hurt herself or anyone else and didn't do anything _too _illegal, her mom was more than willing to help her live out whatever fantasy she wanted. It's how she wished her own mother would have reacted to her experimenting with fetishes as a teenager.

Anna was poking her head out of the door, hiding the rest of her body, even though nobody else was in the house. It was silly, considering that her mother had already seen everything. And it was even sillier considering the request Anna was about to make.

"What is it? You need help?"

Anna looked at the floor, ashamed. Then she showed her mom what she was holding in her hand. The vibrator.

"I... I c-can't get it in..."

Mom understood immediately. She soothingly laid a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

"It's alright, it's alright... it's always more difficult to do it yourself. Just lie down, relax. Very good. Nothing to be ashamed of, you're a beautiful young lady. Breath, slowly."

"Ngh... aah..."

Here she was. Lying on her bed spread-eagle, knees drawn up to her body, completely exposed to her mother, who was pushing a vibrator up her ass. In a weird way, it was comforting to know that nothing could ever be more awkward or embarrassing.

"There, all the way in. Just call me if you need help getting it out afterward, okay? And don't worry about being loud, your father comes home late tonight. Have a good time!"

She smiled warmly, and went out of the room. Yeah, her father would be spared the sounds. But her mother would hear. And the immediate neighbors, if they listened.

But whatever, Anna thought as she placed the dildo on her chair and lowered herself on to it, sighing happily; she had already missed being filled out like that. Whatever - she wanted to have her fun now. With a click, the video started up again. Nobody would stop her from finally putting an end to this day, with one last great 'hurrah', or rather 'ohgodyeahI'mcumming'.

And nobody did.

But it would have been a good idea to read the second email she received later that evening, from Mr. Jones, regarding the details of the second contract she had accidently signed in her hurry earlier...

[Sorry for not being able to come up with a witty last sentence like in the other chapter. The End for realz, this time. ...unless I decide to continue this specific story elsewhere, as a spin-off, maybe?]