An epic orgasm from two perspectives

The people who would participate had their tasks; the rest were eagerly waiting to spectate the absolutely lewd display that one could call pornographic, if it didn't exceed most pornographic material as far as intimacy and exposure went. Most porn stars probably weren't used to have their vaginas observed that closely during orgasm. But also, most porn stars were used to showing off their private parts in general, as they weren't ordinary eighteen-year-old school girls who didn't plan on showing everything they possibly could have to show to a random crowd of students.

Mr. Jones only had one duty, and he started seeing to it right away. Spreading her. First, by extending the stirrups as much outward as she could bear. Then, by spreading her labia - and this time this included the inner lips. Anna was now opened up as much as was possible without using tools like a speculum. Instead of just seeing all the parts of her vulva, the boys and girls could now see past her vaginal opening all the way to her inside. She doubted that her cervix was visible, but her glistening vaginal walls were sight enough. A sight that, for the majority of girls, only their gynecologist would be privy to.

But there was no use in contemplating her humiliation anymore. It didn't matter. She would be intimately touched and ogled, brought to orgasm, and recorded, her whole body and her private place simultaneosly. There was nothing she could do to prevent that, so her only course of action was to confirm the thoughts they had about her - that she was utterly perverted - and try to focus on her pleasure, as much as possible. Hell, after all of this, she deserved letting go and having some fun, Mr. Jones had been right on that.

Her teachers touch on her lips had made her shudder, and after giving her a moment, he gave the signal to start. And start they did.

The first phase was a firework of stimulation that was increasing in intensity rapidly. Ethan and Dylan were first, caressing her thighs, her mons, and the area directly around her breasts. That was already enough for a surprised moan - Anna hadn't expected that the combination of these gentle ministrations would be that much more sensual. Having hands touching all over her... and they didn't leave it at touching. It became rubbing, groping, massaging.

Then Lilly came in and resumed that wonderful kiss she had shown off earlier. Tenderly, she stroked Anna's shoulders, her tongue and lips making a meal out her. Her moans were becoming muffled, which was quickly compensated by them becoming louder.

Phase two began when Lilly grabbed a boob. Anna's breasts had been woefully neglected for a while now, and were all the more responsive when they were finally getting some attention. The boys were joining in as well, and like they did with the other zones, they began with tender teasing before getting more active. A caress, a grab, a slightly more forceful grab, tracing the areola... and before long they were kneading them, and flicking and pinching her hard nipples.

From then on, things began to intensify rapidly. Lilly stopped her kiss, and the moaning could be heard full volume again. She and Ethan both moved their heads closely to her breasts, and applied their mouths and tongues. It felt oh so good, and Anna caught herself wishing that they would just quickly come to the point of it. As if they could read her mind, they obliged; both a nipple in their mouth, they began to suck. It almost drove her insane.

She wasn't given time to get used to it, though. Dylan was now assuming his next task. Activating a switch.

"..ooooooOOOOOOHHHH!!" Anna's volume doubled. She would have wondered how many people in adjacent rooms and in the hallway could hear that, but with her anal cavity being relentlessly vibrated, it was impossible to hold _any _coherent thought. Except one. Her approaching orgasm. More specifically, _wanting _to finally reach her climax.

Dylan would be the one to push her to articulate that wish with something else than needy moaning.
Activating the anal vibrator wasn't his only duty; Mr. Jones had given him a second one, secretly. To show them how effective surprises could be. Dylan grabbed the toy... pulled, until it was halfway out... and shoved it back in. Slowly repeating the motion. He was fucking her asshole, with a vibrator.

"Aaah! Aaaahhh!! MmmmmoooohhhgodohyesOHGOOOD!!" She couldn't believe she could ever get this turned on without cumming immediately! But she wanted to cum, and she wanted it desperately. Anna knew exactly what was missing.

"OOooooohhhpleasepleaseaaahhhtouchitpleaaasee!"

This was more explicit than just asking for 'more'. Anna was clearly requesting a sexual act. She wouldn't be dwelling on this until she could hear her own voice clearly though, when she watched the recording later.

What did she want to have touched? For someone who knew what most women needed for an orgasm, the answer was clear. Lilly didn't stop suckling on Anna's teat while she let her hand wander downwards, tracing over her belly all the way, to tease and heighten the anticipation. Her fingers found what she liked to affectionately call the 'fun button'. Anna's clitoris.

She began playing with it.

It was more than enough to set Anna off. She came hard, and she didn't stop cumming, as the stimulations continued. Her screams becoming high-pitched, her body convulsing, her vagina rhythmically contracting - they witnessed it all. Her hands, that had been gripping the back end of the desk before, where now pounding the surface, flailing about. Two students approached to grab them and fix them in place, as they had been told to.

The orgasm with the dildo had been the best she ever felt. This was a whole magnitude above. The universe seemed to only consist of overwhelming pleasure. Where she was, who was watching, who was doing this to her; it all ceased to matter for this moment. Anna just wanted this to go on, and on...

But it did stop eventually. What didn't stop was the stimulation. The sucking, the flicking of her clit, the vibrations, it was still going on. And it was sending her right back into her own separate pleasure dimension.

When they did stop the stimulations, Mr. Jones let go of her labia, the vibrator getting removed from her bottom, and she finally came down from her high, she had completely lost her sense of time. How many times had they made her cum? Two? Three? Was that even important?

Anna didn't listen while Mr. Jones gave some more explanations. She was too preoccupied with gasping for air, and trying to handle the massive feelings of embarrassment that were hitting her all at once.