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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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Ms. Frizzle stood in front of her class, with her hands behind her hips and her chest pushed outward; creating a tantalizing silhouette in the form-fitting white bodysuit she was wearing. She smiled cheerfully as restlessness and unease settled over the class. None of them wanted to be chosen to be the next demonstration “volunteer”, but they were all excited to see what was coming next. Little did they know that this lesson would involve them all!
The words “fellatio” and “cunnilingus” had suddenly appeared on the whiteboard, though none of the students could recall seeing Ms. Frizzle walk over to write them.
“Well class, you enjoyed the visual and tactile demonstrations so much that I think it’s time for an oral presentation!” She grinned expectantly at the students, but none of them recognized her pun because none of them knew what the words on the whiteboard meant. She pouted and looked over at Liz, the class chameleon, who slapped a clawed hand over its face in an anthropomorphic gesture of embarrassment. “Tough crowd. Well, nevermind all that; just pay close attention to this latest demonstration!”
The students murmured in confusion as their unusual teacher went to go retrieve one of the anatomically-correct mannequins from the floor. She plopped in on her desk and used her hand to wobble its rubber erection suggestively toward the class before beginning her lesson.
“Fellatio is the oral stimulation of the penis. This involves a woman, or man, placing their mouth on the male phallus, licking and sucking on it to give its owner intense pleasure.” Ms. Frizzle winked at the class before leaning towards the rubber erection on her desk. She flicked her tongue across the head a few times, before expertly engulfing the entire rod into her mouth and throat.
“How did she do that?” gasped Keesha.
“M-Maybe she can extend her jaw like a snake?” Phoebe whispered.
Wanda’s face was contorted into an expression of confusion as she scratched the side of her head.
Ms. Frizzle continued to fellate the rubber cock obscenely, making wet smacking sounds as her mouth formed a vacuum seal on the large object. Their teacher, who was normally poised and respectable, looked like a brainless whore as she greedily sucked on the penis in front of her. Finally, she emerged from the cock with a wet “POP”ping sound, a trail of saliva leading from her pursed lips to the slick member.
“Now cunnilingus is much the same, although it is performed on female genitalia.” She continued the lesson straight-forwardly as if she had not just been deep-throating a massive cock in front of impressionable elementary school students. She tapped her chin, “But I don’t have any female mannequins to demonstrate this on. Oh, I have a perfect idea! Keesha. Ralphie. Would you mind coming up here please?”
“A-again?” Ralphie said dejectedly as he stumbled up from his seat.
“Oh bad. Oh, bad. Oh, bad, bad, bad!" Keesha moaned as she shuffled behind him with downcast eyes.
Ms. Frizzle seemed oblivious to their miserable-looking faces, although Arnold could swear he saw her grin grow even wider. It sent a shiver of terror tingling down his spine that he couldn’t explain.
“Keesha, for this demonstration of “cunnilingus”, you’re going to need to be completely bare. I trust you can handle that yourself?”
Keesha looked crestfallen. If she was going to have to be stripped, she would rather have Ms. Frizzle take off her clothes like with Phoebe. At least then it would seem like it wasn’t her choice. But Ms. Frizzle was asking her to undress in front of the class like some sort of music video stripper!
But Keesha was the oldest student and by far the most mature, so she wasn’t about to argue or pout like a little girl. With a heavy sigh, she reached for the bottom of her sweater.

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Keesha Franklin was a tall, lithe African-American girl with dark brown skin and expressive, almond-shaped brown eyes. Her frizzy brown hair was swept up in a large bun held in place with a fuchsia-colored scrunchie and full lips were currently contorted into a thin pout. Since she was slightly more developed than the other girls, she liked wearing her favorite oversized fuchsia sweater with the pastel blue stripe wrapping around it. She typically took dance lessons after school, so she always wore a pair of thigh-hugging, cobalt blue tights, and fuchsia ballet flats.
Okay, let’s state the facts, Keesha thought matter-of-factly in her head. She was going to be naked soon, there was nothing she could do to stop that. Ralphie was apparently going to perform “cunnilingus” on her, which was terribly embarrassing, but if it was going to be anyone, she was glad it was him. She was also going to have this happen in front of all her girlfriends and the immature boys in her class. She felt a shiver go down her spine.
Damn, going over the facts doesn't really seem to be helping at all!
With hands she managed to keep calm and steady through sheer force of will, Keesha lifted her sweater up over her head and rolled her eyes at the gasps she heard from the boys sitting at their desks. The tank top she wore underneath her sweater was fairly loose but stretched out tightly at her chest, making it clear that she was far more developed than Phoebe had been.
“I see the President has equipped his daughter with ballistics too,” Carlos murmured in astonishment, reciting his favorite line from the video game Resident Evil 4.
“CARLOS!!” Phoebe, Dorothy Ann, and Wanda all admonished him at the same time.
Keesha hesitated on which article of clothing to remove next which seemed to elicit a knowing chuckle from Ms. Frizzle. This was another problem with undressing yourself, you had to decide what the next move was. Carlos’ comment had sapped away some of her nerves, so she decided to strip off her ballet flats and socks, grimacing slightly at how cold the floor felt on her bare toes.
Dorothy Ann flashed her a thumbs up of encouragement, and Keesha smiled, although she couldn’t help but to notice that D.A. was the only girl not asked to do something embarrassing in front of the entire class yet. With a look of determination and grit, Keesha grabbed her dance tights and slowly rolled them off of her body, as they were far too tight to simply pull off like regular pants. Ralphie’s eyes widened at the sight of her smooth dark skin and the toned muscles of her legs. He had thought that Ms. Frizzle's shapely legs were the most amazing things he had ever seen, but he had just been proven wrong.
With another quick motion, Keesha flipped her tank top up over her head, though her confident posturing was somewhat undercut by her getting the tank top tangled up in her hair and having to dance around a bit to get it fully off. The class simultaneously awe'd in admiration when her abdominal muscles came into view.
“I didn’t know girls could have abs!” the bookworm Dorothy Ann said as she looked down at her own soft belly with disappointment.
Keesha’s underwear was simple and black, the bra and panties a matching set from a local athletics company. A blush crept over Phoebe’s face as she realized that Keesha was wearing a real bra; with cups and wiring and padding. You couldn’t really see the imprint of her nipples or lower half at all in the dark garments, but the boy’s still drank in the sight.
Keesha mistakenly glanced at the class and saw a sea of eager eyes staring back at her, and her confidence shattered. “Uh…um…” she mumbled to herself as her hands moved from her bra to her panties, back to her bra, and then back to her panties in quick succession. She was suddenly swimming in embarrassment and didn’t have a life preserver. Ms. Frizzle cleared her throat, likely to ask Ralphie to finish the stripping process, and Keesha squeaked in panic. No way was she going to let her crush touch her sweaty unmentionables! With a jolt of nervous energy, she flung her panties onto the ground and ripped her bra over her chest.
Keesha's smooth dark skin seemed to glow as she hesitantly let her hands drop to her sides, knowing that covering her privates would only postpone her humiliation. Her body was tall and athletic, with a few old scars here and there and even a few early stages of acne in a few places. A thin smattering of hair was present above her vagina, and her hips jutted out pleasingly, but what captured the attention of the entire glass were the hershey-brown nipples sitting atop a pair of delicate, plum-sized breasts. Ralphie couldn’t believe his eyes, she was hiding those under that massive sweater? He had never felt a stronger urge to burn and destroy an article of clothing in his life.
The girls in the class seemed just as awestruck as the boys, they had never really seen Keesha without her oversized sweater on either. Her breasts were still very small compared to the heavy set of someone like Ms. Frizzle, but compared to the rest of them, she might as well be a fertility goddess. Keesha looked down at her chest and noticed her nipples pebbling from the cold air and all the attention, and quickly shut her eyes again. She wondered if she would ever open them again.
From the back of the storage closet, Janet seethed. She was a whole grade older than the little black girl, and yet she was still flat as a piece of paper! God could be so cruel sometimes!
Ms. Frizzle smiled lasciviously and tapped the side of her desk, indicating that she wanted Keesha to lie across it. Keesha walked over to the desk like a zombie, modestly covering her shapely ass with her hands as she climbed on top of it. As she lay down she grimaced slightly, noting that the desk was still slightly sticky and wet from Phoebe’s orgasmic demonstration earlier.
The teacher cooed as she spread Keesha’s knees and fully revealed her secrets to the class while motioning for Ralphie to come up to the desk with a seductive wag of her finger.
Oh god…Keesha thought miserably…I hope I taste alright.
It was not a thought she would have ever considered prior to this moment.
Ralphie watched as Ms. Frizzle spread Keesha’s knees, which also had the effect of causing the dark brown folds of her sex to open up revealing the glistening pink at its center. Her pubic mound and pussy lips were thinner than Phoebe’s, not requiring fingers to spread apart in order to see inside. Unlike Phoebe's hymen, which seemed entirely intact, Keesha's had several small holes in it; earned from a combination of gymnastic stretches and her own late-night ministrations. Her pussy was quite honestly the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed. The color contrast was not something he realized he loved until just this second.
Carlos was eagerly leaning over his desk to get a better look and personally thought that the dark brown of Keesha’s outer lips combined with the moist pink of her inner sex reminded him strangely of Neapolitan ice cream. He might have said as much if all the blood from his head wasn’t pooling to his own privates and rendering him quite dumb.
“It’s time to feast more than your eyes, Mr. Tennelli,” Ms. Frizzle cooed playfully, as the young boy was staring at Keesha as though he were lost in a trance.
“Oh. Oh right!” Ralphie exclaimed shyly, suddenly remembering why he had been brought up to the front of the class in the first place. “I’m probably no good at this but I’ll give it a try…” He dropped himself down to Keesha’s lower body, hungrily inhaling her scent. He stuck out his tongue tentatively, not even sure of where exactly to put it, and began licking the glistening folds in front of him.
Keesha immediately lurched on the table as a new sensation hit her. Her eyes shot open and she stared dumbfounded at Ralphie. Did he just cause that feeling? Did he make her feel like that? Ralphie?! The same Ralphie who still believed in vampires, thought that the superheroes who stood outside Time Square were real, and once snorted string cheese up his nose on a dare? That Ralphie was capable of making her feel these intensely pleasurable feelings?! She had harbored a crush on him for a long time, but she never expected him capable of this. She always kind of saw him as cute, goofy, and largely incompetent; but now she was seeing him in a whole different light.
Ralphie’s tongue darted back and forth, picking up speed and intensity after he realized that he didn’t simply like the taste, he loved it. His mouth lapped up Keesha’s sex like it contained the secret to eternal life. Hell, considering how good it tasted, it just might have. His tongue ran up and down her velvety lips, rubbing against the pink walls of her slit with determination and fervor. He found himself absent-mindedly grabbing her thighs and pulling Keesha towards his mouth, which elicited a shocked gasp and moan from the girl, who quickly slapped a hand over her mouth in embarrassment.
“Enjoying yourself sweetheart?” Ms. Frizzle grinned devilishly at Keesha before placing a manicured finger on the tip of Keesha’s clitoral hood, “Try to focus your attention here Ralphie.”
Keesha shuddered as Ms. Frizzle made content with her clitoris, but that paled in comparison to the quaking she was soon doing as soon as Ralphie began sucking at her bud. It was almost too much stimulation, it was almost too good. “N-no, too m-much-MMMMMMHHHHH!”
She was absolutely yelping now. She could hear the sounds she was making and they embarrassed her tremendously. She was panting and squealing like some sort of wanton harlot, not that she really had any idea what those words meant. She just knew that she was losing control of her body. “Oh fff---Oh fff---Oh FUCK!” she shouted, not believing that these words and sounds were coming out of her own mouth. Her small pink clitty emerged from her chocolatey clitoral hood, and Ralphie attacked it with his tongue.
“W-we were never allowed to swear like that at my old school,” Phoebe exclaimed, although she personally wouldn’t have cared if her old school and old friends disappeared off the face of the earth at this point.
Keesha's skin seemed to be starving for touch, aching with sensitivity. Everything Ralphie was doing to her seemed to build on the last thing, and she felt like she was losing her mind. She lunged forward, slapping the baseball cap off of his head and grabbing at his sweaty hair. She pushed his mouth further into her and ground her sopping slit against his mouth, frantically. Achingly. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her trembling thighs ached with exertion.
"Ralphie, oh god! Yes!"
With one last, long guttural moan; Keesha’s whole body vibrated in the wake of abandoned control and pleasure. A euphoric feeling first spread across her sex before bursting through every inch of her twitching body. Her energy spent and her inexperienced body still bucking with the aftershocks of the most pleasurable experience she had ever had, she hung limply across the desk, not caring about who was looking at her and how pathetic she might look. Ralphie stood up, a sense of pride and accomplishment overcoming him.
Ms. Frizzle cackled fiendishly; her hands coming together in applause, and soon the entire class was clapping in unison. But suddenly she turned her piercing, otherworldly gaze toward the class and said, “Oh, but the demonstration isn’t over yet! Everyone pair up!”
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