One student has a last request for realism

"Mr. Jones?"

It was Greg, the boy who fingered her. What did he want now? Couldn't he just let her fuck herself in peace?

"Yes, Greg?"

"You said that this was supposed to ...um ...an approximation of vaginal sex, right? But with an inactive partner."

"Yes...?"

"We don't, erm, have to keep it that way... we could... you know... make it more... active...?"

"Ah. I get what you mean. That's a very nice idea. Would you do the honor?"

Greg nodded and approached the desk. What the hell? What had they decided?

"Um... it would be better if you... the stirrups..."

Obediently, Anna leaned back onto the pillow and let him strap in her feet again, spreading her legs. With every little movement, she huffed out little sounds pleasure, the dildo touching all of her insides at once.

When he grabbed the dildo by the base, even her clouded mind understood what his plan was.

She wasn't going to fuck herself with the dildo. Greg was going to do it. One last bit of humiliation. But Anna was content to let it happen. Right now, all that was on her mind was achieving the best climax possible. And the boy was going to help her with that.

If, she imagined, instead of the whole class entering the room, it would have only been Greg... she probably would have let him do this anyway. Skipping the whole ordeal, and reducing everything to an intimate moment with a boy...

Anna held on to that thought, and blended out everything but her, Greg, and the dildo.

He was being gentle, she had to give him that. Slowly, he pulled the toy out of her. Then, when it was only barely inside anymore, and her anticipation was at its maximum, he thrust it back in, not suddenly, but in one smooth, strong movement.

From this moment one, Anna's mouth was wide open, and stayed that way. Her moans were almost wails now, high-pitched, and unrestrained. Greg didn't give her much time until he repeated the move, ever so slightly faster now. And again. And again...!

The pleasure was building up so fast. Anna was openly drooling out of her mouth now, but she didn't care, she didn't even notice, just like her lewd cries were droned out by this best of feelings.

It didn't take long for her to be completely overwhelmed. At the ninth thrust, her back arched, and her world became colorless, featureless paradise. Nothing but good feelings. She convulsed heavily, and Greg must have let go of the dildo, because it was being pushed out of her, leaving her body.

Anna had no idea how long this timeless moment lasted. At some point, she felt herself being freed from the stirrups, and laid on the desk in a more comfortable position. There were more pillows now. At the edge of her hearing, she could perceive Mr. Jones explaining something about vaginal muscles, and the students asking a few questions. Then, the bell rang.