No Miracles

A tingle of arousal ran through Amira's body, followed immediately by a shudder of disgust. It wasn't her fault. She couldn't help her natural physical reactions. It wasn't her fault that she was getting turned on by Mr Carter's finger rubbing insistently at her clit. She couldn't help it.

She kept telling herself that as the heat built between her thighs.

She could feel her clit stiffening, a hard nub beneath its hood as, despite herself, despite the people crowding the hall staring, despite everything, she felt herself getting turned on. Mr Carter's finger didn't slow down though. He continued to rub against her sensitive little button, and she let out a groan of miserable pleasure as his fingertip worked away at her. She sucked in a ragged breath, trying to suppress the arousal that was building more with each passing second, but she couldn't ignore the sensation building in her most private area.

The crowd was loving the show. They were louder and rowdier with each passing minute, their excitement building with hers. **** for anything that would slow down her building arousal, she focused on their voices. The comments on her body were constant, a non-stop barrage as they pointed out things they liked or disliked about every nook and cranny of her exposed body.

“She should shave, she's way too hairy”

“I just wanna grab that ass and stick my-”

“God, imagine squeezing those big tits. Can't believe we're finally getting to see them.”

“Make sure you get a good angle, there's this board online that loves some Arab girl ass.”

The scrutiny disgusted her, taking her mind off the **** on her clit – but Mr Carter seemed to sense her distraction. Suddenly he changed tack, circling her clit tantalisingly with his finger, and her mind was wrenched back to the feelings that were jolting through her like lightning from her overstimulated nub.

“Look, she's getting turned on.”

“She's enjoying this whole thing. I knew she was a slut!”

“I bet she's fantasised about this exact thing before...”

Suddenly, Mr Carter's finger retreated from her clit – and to her own loathing, her hips instinctively bucked backwards, trying to follow the finger that had been making her feel so intensely.

“Oh, now missy wants it,” Mr Carter said, “After that whole show of 'please no' and 'don't', the moment I stop touching her she's begging for more.”

“She likes it!” a boy shouted out, and other voices agreed with him.

“She wants more!”

“She wants you to touch her clit!”

“Alright, everyone look,” Mr Carter continued, “Get those cameras in as close as you can.”

Amira felt his finger near her privates once again and shivered, but before she could so much as prepare herself, his big finger was pressing down, drawing back the hood and revealing the stiff pink button of her clitoris beneath.

A thousand cameras saved the moment forever.

Tears were pooling in Amira's eyes, but she was too paralysed by shame to even blink them away. She hadn't known that this level of vulnerability was possible. She'd lived in a different world yesterday, where she still had her self-respect. Now, her dignity was annihilated. It was impossible to have dignity bent over naked in front of hundreds, hard clit exposed to the stares and the comments and the flash of the cameras.

“See how missy's clitoris has engorged? That means that she's sexually aroused,” Mr Carter said, “I wouldn't have thought it was possible to get horny in a situation like this, but I guess showing off in front of everyone is exactly what turns this girl on. I suppose that explains why she came to school dressed as she did, doesn't it?”

“There's another sign of female arousal that we can see here,” the biology teacher in the crowd said loudly, “Can anybody spot it?”

“Her nipples are hard,” one of the boys shouted.

“That's true,” the biology teacher commented, “But it wasn't what I had in mind. Any other suggestions?”

“She's wet.” One of the girls – a classmate of Amira's – suggested.

“Exactly! From this angle, you can clearly see the natural lubrication produced by the vagina,” the teacher continued with excruciating detail. Amira could feel the ready wetness between her lips, but she hadn't realised it was visible to everyone. “That's the vagina's way of preparing for penetration. Mr Carter, why don't you continue stimulating her clitoris? It would be a great demonstration of how the female body readies itself for sex.”

“With pleasure,” Mr Carter replied, and Amira jolted as he began rubbing again. Her clit was achingly hard, and she half-whimpered, half-moaned as he traced around it in little circles, first slowly, then building up the pace. Just as she began to adjust to the sensation he switched up the pattern, rubbing aggressively over it with his thumb before returning to tracing it in circles.

Her arousal was building dangerously quickly. If he kept this up, she was going to lose control.

“She's so wet!”

“Man, she's loving that. D'you think she's going to cum?”

“Should he let her?”

Amira could feel the arousal overflowing her lips as Mr Carter kept up his **** on her clitoris. She clenched, screwing her eyes shut as she tried desperately to hold down her arousal.

“Look, she's so wet it's dribbling onto the floor!”

“It's getting on her thighs. That's crazy. Her body wants something inside it so badly.”

With a sudden clarity, Amira felt the edge approaching. She couldn't fight the sensation down any longer.

“Please, please please stop,” she begged, her red face a mess of tears, “Stop, please! Please!”

Her pleading only seemed to make Mr Carter work harder though. Without warning, he switched from circles to a rough, aggressive rubbing right over the sensitive swollen bud of her clit, and Amira came.

Her body juddered as pleasure burst through her. Her pussy clenched rhythmically on nothing, sending more female arousal dribbling onto the floor and down her thighs as she fell abruptly to her knees. For a moment, she forgot everything as the pleasure shook her whole body like a leaf in a gale. Her clit throbbed, blood rushed in her ears, and she forgot even to breathe.

Then awareness came back, and the shame slammed down on her as she realised she'd just cum in front of a crowd of hundreds of people. Mortified, she buried her face in her hands, sobbing in rough gasps as the pleasure retreated.

“That was what's known as an orgasm. Missy here seemed to enjoy that one. Did you notice her vagina twitching and clenching as she came? There are a lot of instinctive reactions like that involved in an orgasm.”

“She loved that!”

“Make her do it again!”

“I didn't see, make her cum again!”

She was still on her knees, face in her hands, bent double almost like she was praying – but this was anything but. Roughly, Mr Carter lifted her wide hips so that they could again see the wet pussy nestled between her thick thighs.

“You see, an interesting thing about women is that they can cum multiple times in a row,” Mr Carter continued, “and, in most cases, they can cum from more than just their clit. In fact, many women can cum from penetration, too. Shall we see if missy here can cum from penetration? I bet missy here has explored down there with her fingers, but then my fingers are a lot bigger than hers...”

Amira couldn't speak as, slowly, Mr Carter ran a finger down the wet lips of her slit. Her clit was still throbbing, and even though she'd just cum, just that delicate touch on her lips was already pushing her back into arousal. Physically, instinctively, she wanted to push her hips back and let those fingers inside, to relieve the aching need for penetration that her body was telegraphing so obviously to the whole room.

She didn't want to cum again, but her body definitely did.