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Ms. Frizzle's Class Explores the Human Body	By : Meowshi Category: -Misc Cartoons > General Views: 2642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I am not in any way affiliated with the series, The Magic School Bus (1994). The following is a non-commissioned work created for entertainment purposes only.

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It took a solid ten minutes for the class to settle down, as Ms. Frizzle didn’t seem to have any interest in helping the students come down off the communal high they had just experienced. In fact, she seemed to be luxuriating in the awkward, sexually-charged energy coursing through the classroom. Everything had mostly returned to normal in the classroom, save for the fact that Ralph was currently sitting at his desk, fanning himself off with his red baseball cap as though he had just run a marathon, and Wanda was sitting at her desk with a shellshocked expression that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a veteran returning from war. She still had a bit of semen drying on her chin, but most had been scooped up with a finger by Ms. Frizzle, who then placed it enthusiastically into her own mouth. The students have gotten quite a rise out of that.
“So, does anyone know what that delectable substance that just spurted out of our brave young volunteer was?” she asked as she licked her lips.
“Cum!” Carlos shouted.
“Spunk!” Tim followed suit.
“The scientific term is semen, actually” Dorothy Ann pointed out authoritatively, flipping through her Playboy magazine. “It makes babies. And it’s…apparently for human consumption.”
Wanda jumped up with a start, “I’m going to have a baby?!” She glared at Ralphie accusatorily, but he was still too dazed to really register anything that was happening...
“I’m pretty sure it has to land somewhere other than your face for that to happen,” Arnold added, although he wasn’t really sure of anything. He just wanted to be comforting. Wanda sighed a breath of relief and sank back into her chair.
“Those are all perfectly valid terms for what Ralphie emitted during his orgasm,” Ms. Frizzle said sweetly, before that mischievous glint returned to her eye, “Speaking of orgasms, now that we’ve all simmered down, I’m going to need another volunteer for the next lesson...”
The fact that no one actually volunteered for the first demonstration didn’t escape the students, but they still sat on their hands, hoping Ms. Frizzle would just move on.
“Ah, Phoebe! Thanks for volunteering!”
Phoebe looked around quizzically. She most certainly didn’t raise her hand or volunteer for anything. But she was a diligent and obedient student, so she apprehensively made her way to the front of the class.

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Phoebe Terese was the shortest kid in class, with fair skin and big sensitive brown eyes. Her shoulder-length auburn hair was meticulously curled upwards at the ends and conservatively-parted behind a yellow hairband. It was a pretty, but fairly ancient-looking hairstyle, that was a result of her currently living with her grandparents. She has a round face, prominent cheeks, and freckles sprinkled prettily across her cheeks, nose, and arms. Dimples appeared whenever she smiled, though they were all but hidden with the nervous frown she was wearing now. Her large and expressive eyes, with their long lashes, were downcast as she stood before the class. Her small, slightly upturned nose sniffed worryingly as she waited for Ms. Frizzle to tell her what to do.
“Please come and lie down on my desk, Phoebe!”
Phoebe let out a heavy breath of relief at not being told to do anything too embarrassing and thought that perhaps this lesson would not be too bad. But as soon as she was prone on the desk, the entire thing spun around as if on wheels, and suddenly her open knees were facing the class and her head was perched right between Ms. Frizzle's shapely legs. At this vantage point, she could see past her teacher’s heavy bush and right into her chasm.
Phoebe instinctively closed her legs, although she wore a pair of red slip shorts underneath her long carmine dress, so it wasn’t like she was giving off much of a show. She had a very conservative and girly sense of fashion; with her long-sleeved yellow collared blouse and matching yellow knee-high socks, brown loafers, and a long red dress with a hem that almost reached the top of her socks. Ms. Frizzle knew that Phoebe wasn’t one to show off her body much in public settings, and that’s why she had chosen her. The sense of anticipation and fear drifting off of the young girl was intoxicating.
“Gather around students! This demonstration will require you to be up close and personal!”
The students didn’t need much more encouragement and crowded around the teacher’s desk, surrounding Phoebe who was currently lying flat on her back. Suddenly, without warning or preamble, Ms. Frizzle began to strip the young girl.
“Ohh…h..h…n-nooo,” Phoebe moaned as she felt her arms being pulled upward and her dress being forcibly lifted over her head. In truth, she was still fairly modestly dressed in her long yellow blouse and loose red undershorts, but to Phoebe, it felt like she was putting on some obscene display. She could feel sweat break out all over her body. Her teeth began to clatter uncontrollably. Suddenly the harsh fluorescents of the overheard lights felt overbearing to her teary eyes.
Even with anxiety coursing through her trembling body, the strangest thought crossed Phoebe’s mind: Did I remember to wear cute underwear today?
Ms. Frizzle could have simply ripped the blouse off of her, but instead, she slowly undid each and every button, lovingly taking her time and letting Phoebe stew in her perspiration and humiliation. When the final button was undone, she grabbed each half of the blouse and opened it like she was unwrapping a precious gift.
The class exchanged looks of excitement and surprise as Phoebe’s midsection was revealed. Her freckles immediately became more prominent without cloth to fade into, resembling fiery clusters on a snow-white field. The only thing covering her chest from the eager eyes of the class was a flimsy yellow thing of lace and cotton, decorated with printed figures of a cartoon figure. Most of the students immediately recognized the colorful centaur princess with the pretty pink unicorn’s horn poking out of her flawless, blonde hair.
“Is that Princess Unitaur?!” Carlos could barely keep a straight face at seeing the childish designs on the girl’s bralette.
Princess Unitaur was the protagonist of a local Walkerville public access cartoon show made for especially young children. Phoebe’s cheeks blushed an even deeper crimson, which completely concealed the freckles on her cheeks and upper nose in the sea of red.
“I-It’s laundry day, it’s the only set I had clean,” she stuttered defensively.
“Set? You mean you’re wearing matching panties?” Ralphie inquired, staring longingly at the crotch of her shorts. Phoebe’s mouth clamped shut and she didn’t say another word.
“Only one way to find out, boys!” Ms. Frizzle sang cheerfully as she reached for the straps of Phoebe’s immature bralette. “Be dears and finish up down there?”
That’s all the reassurance the boys in the class needed to start stripping the pretty new girl who never shut up about her old school.
Tim and Arnold each stood at her feet and stripped her dainty toes of her knee-long socks and brown loafers. Tim noted approvingly that her nails were painted a pretty shade of yellow, although Arnold seemed less enthused about handling someone else's feet. With a grimace, he wiped Phoebe’s perspiration off on a handkerchief he carried in his pocket.
Keesha rolled her eyes at him and whispered under her breath, “Neat freak…”
Phoebe stared hopelessly at the ceiling with freckled cheeks aflame as Carlos and Ralphie argued over who got to pull down her red shorts, the last vestige of feminine modesty she had. Three games of rock-papers-scissors later, Carlos was excitedly dragging the loose garments down to her ankles and onto the floor. True enough, her lower half was decorated with a thin pair of yellow panties, complete with silly pictures of Princess Unitaur decorating the fabric. Tim, ever the artist, had to admire her color coordination. The rest of the class was far more interested in the fleshy mound that seemed to push out the front of Phoebe’s thin panties. An illustration of Princess Unitaur winking and flashing a thumbs-up was resting right in the center of her fat little mound...
Phoebe desperately wanted to close her legs, as humiliation gave way to mortification. She was at school, wearing only her bralette and underwear! She didn’t even feel comfortable wearing a two-piece at the beach around strangers, and now she was practically naked around her closest friends! A single tear rolled down one scarlet cheek as she felt her bralette being lifted off of her chest by Ms. Frizzle, and her panties being slowly rolled down by a gawking Ralphie Tennelli. The gentle curve of her hips and the firm roundness of her buttocks left many of the male students fidgeting nervously. The public unveiling of Phoebe Terese was finally over.
With the bralette hanging on Ms. Frizzle’s extended finger like a trophy, the class drank in the sight of their hapless “volunteer”. It quickly became apparent why Phoebe wore a bralette with no cups or wires, her chest had just barely begun to bud. In fact, Arnold thought silently to himself that the cascade of freckles directly beneath her collarbone was the only thing that made her chest look any different from his, though looking at his own chest didn’t cause the fluttering feeling in his stomach that he felt now. Ralphie on the other hand was less careful about keeping his vocalizations in his head, “Oh wow, oh wow, oh man…” he muttered dumbly, staring at the velvety petals of her sex.
Dorothy Ann thought that Phoebe's body was beautiful and fascinating, but obviously took a more clinical interest in examining the poor girl. She compared Phoebe’s development to her own and took this opportunity to stare at parts of the human body she couldn’t bear to look at on herself. The most fascinating part to her was the little brown asshole nestled between Phoebe’s cheeks. It was a body part she had honestly never even considered looking at and now she couldn’t take her eyes off of it. It seemed to be opening and closing slightly with each of Phoebe’s panicked, nervous breaths. She patted Phoebe reassuringly, but this only caused the young girl to flinch under her touch. Dorothy Ann jumped back and looked at Ms. Frizzle to see if she did something wrong.
“Don’t be frightened Dorothy Ann,” the teacher said while tracing a finger along Phoebe’s quivering abdomen and belly button, “This is a tactile demonstration, remember? You may all touch the subject of the demonstration!”
At this news, Phoebe let out a wail of unhappiness, but it couldn’t be heard over the exciting murmuring in the classroom. Keesha was the first student brave enough to venture a touch, dragging a finger across her smooth pubic area, “She doesn’t have any hair yet!”
Ms. Frizzle nodded and slid a manicured finger down Phoebe’s stomach to her sex, causing the poor girl to prickle out in goosebumps. Phoebe didn’t sweat much normally but now felt like she had just gotten out of a hot shower with how clammy and moist her whole body was. With a measured, straightforward tone, the teacher began listing the visible parts of the vagina for the class. Unfortunately, Ms. Frizzle’s finger touching and describing each part of her vagina was making her moist in an entirely new fashion that mortified her.
She hoped that Ms. Frizzle would allow for the churning between her legs to go without comment, but to her horror, her teacher scooped up some of the liquid and beamed down at the class, “This arousal fluid is part of the human sexual response cycle!” She pulled her fingers apart, allowing for the sticky substance to stretch, before offering the finger to Ralphie. She was expecting him to examine with his eyes, but instead, the boy eagerly sucked the residue off of Ms. Frizzle’s manicured digit.
The class gasped at this sudden degeneracy, but Ms. Frizzle simply shuddered lightly and patted him on the head. “Such an inquisitive, curious student! An A+ for Ralphie!”
Suddenly the students began groping and fondling Phoebe to their heart’s content, eager to earn high marks for the demonstration (and some just eager to paw at the flesh of a pretty girl). Phoebe gritted her teeth in indignation at this latest debasement. They were treating her like some sort of hands-on exhibit at the zoo! Fourteen small hands were poking and pinching and rubbing every secret she once had. She felt a wary finger tickling into her damp armpit, she felt two heavy hands lifting and dropping her increasingly sore nipples, there was a finger pumping in and out of her bellybutton like it itself was some obscene sexual orifice, and she didn’t even want to think about all the fingers grazing her lower half. The moment that caused her to open her eyes and jump up though was a sudden intrusion into her backhole. She looked over in surprise (and sharp pain), as Dorothy Ann wiggled a pinky around inside her anal opening before pulling it out and smelling it.
“Not nearly as bad as my calculations would have led me to believe,” Dorothy exclaimed as she sniffed her finger.
“This is nuts,” Arnold moaned and looked at her like she was insane.
Ralphie playfully slapped him on the shoulder and countered, “You mean this is awesome!”
Tim and Keesha were having trouble spotting more than the clitoral hood and the outer labia of Phoebe’s slit, as her outer lips were very plump and remained tightly closed even with her legs spread as wide as they could go. They looked worryingly up at Ms. Frizzle, who seemed to read their minds.
“Not to worry my curious young explorers, you simply need to pry open those outer lips with your fingers to see all the good parts of the inside!”
“W-wait!” Phoebe finally dared to interject on her own behalf but was silenced as Ms. Frizzle slapped a hand over her mouth. To her immense chagrin, she felt her lower lips being slowly pried open by a pair of small, quivering hands...
“She’s so…wet,” Tim exclaimed, and Keesha nodded in agreement. Phoebe was essentially sitting in a puddle of her own juices at this point. Phoebe’s entire body trembled at the blunt description of her most shameful condition. The freckles on her body seemed to light up like beacons of flame against snow, scarlet badges of her girlhood innocence being burned away. Her thoroughly curled brunette hair was now resting flat and damp against her forehead and shoulders, and the slightly bitter scent of her sweat was so strong now that even she could smell it.
“Ah, so those are the labia minora, and that wide opening is the vagina,” Dorothy Ann was prodding each part and then explaining matter-of-factly.
“So that smaller hole must be the pisshole,” Carlos reasoned as his finger found purchase into the tiny opening.
“It’s actually called the urethral opening,” she shot back with an authoritative smirk.
"Look, I think I found her hymen!" Wanda announced as her finger tapped on the thin tissue protecting Phoebe's virtue.
SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! STOP TOUCHING ME AND SHUT UP!
That was all that was going through Phoebe’s head.
The students began dipping their fingers into Phoebe's wetness and tasting it, some finding the taste sour and unpleasant, others lapping it up eagerly. Of course, they each voiced their opinion out loud, earning approving looks from Ms. Frizzle and groans of despair from Phoebe. This enthusiastic finger-fucking had begun to emit a wet, shlicking sound from Phoebe’s sex, and she swore it was the most vulgar, upsetting sound she had ever had the misfortune of hearing.
Finally, Ms. Frizzle clapped her hands together and brought the class to attention. “I think that’s enough for this demonstration, everyone back to your desks!”
The students piled back to their seats, some more reluctantly than others. Ralphie carried in his hands Phoebe’s moist panties as a keepsake, intended to put them on display with the rest of his favorite toys and action figures.
Phoebe didn’t rise up from the desk, too humiliated and exhausted to get herself upright. There was also a strangely conflicting emotion she was feeling. She was relieved that the invasive demonstration was over, but she had also felt something building within her body the longer the hands explored her inexperienced body. She felt like she was just about to reach some point of no return when Ms. Frizzle ended the demonstration. She was somehow unfulfilled, but she didn’t know why. Ms. Frizzle looked down at her panting student and slapped a hand down across her seeping vagina playfully.
“I said return to your desk, Ms. Terese!”
The sudden sharp pain and stimulation against her aching clitoris sent Phoebe over the edge and she arched her back on the desk as agonizing pleasure jolted throughout her small body. Her shame was momentarily forgotten as she bucked her hips in the air uncontrollably, the muscles in her vagina contracting vigorously.
“Ohguuuu, Ohguuuuuuhh!” she blasphemed nonsensically, shaking the teacher’s desk so enthusiastically that a few books clattered to the floor from the bookshelf in the corner. The sounds of the desk thrashing against the floor and her girlish shrieking reverberated across the entire room. She finally collapsed, her short legs spread obscenely wide; her bald cunt red-rimmed, raw, and swollen. If her nether regions had been moist before, they were positively dripping now; long stringy beads of girlcum splashing onto the linoleum floors.
“It’s like I always say class: “Take chances, make mistakes, and get messy!” Ms. Frizzle said as the students watched this latest performance with stunned faces.
“Phoebe be a dear and clean up your mess before we begin the next lesson! Always remember to leave your learning areas as clean as you found them!” Ms. Frizzle put on her strictest teacher face before breaking out into delighted giggles.

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In the back of the storage closet, Janet Perlstein captured each and every second of Phoebe’s explosive orgasm in glorious HD. Even now the camera was focused on Phoebe’s gaping, dripping sex, which had become so flushed and red it looked like a cherry popsicle. The bespeckled preteen stood there with her mouth agape, as this was the most obscene thing she had ever seen in her entire young life. She felt like if she had been forced to do that in front of her entire class she would just die!! Switching schools wouldn’t have been enough, she would have had to switch cities! A bead of sweat dripped down Janet’s temple as she wondered what fresh vulgarity would come next.
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