“Good. Well, boys. I think that’s enough on breasts.” The boys groaned in disappointment. “Let’s discuss the vagina instead, shall we?”
All three pupils immediately perked up and stared at Claire.
Amir spoke up first again, “Sir, can we see Ms. Bell’s vagina?”
Claire eyes widened at the guileless nature of the question, her eyes flicking to Mr. Forsythe in panic. He wouldn’t agree, would he?
“Hmm, well, I suppose we’re lucky to have Ms. Bell with us and it’s rare you get the chance for such a practical examination. OK, then. Michael, please go and get the blanket at the top of the cupboard in the office. We can lay it on this bench for her to lie back on comfortably. Ms. Bell, if you wouldn’t mind…” Mr. Forsythe seemed utterly oblivious to the fact he was asking Claire to show her pussy to three schoolboys.
Claire’s hands automatically went to the side of her skirt to unzip it. She had to keep reminding herself this was nothing more than a lesson and that she needed to treat it like any other, The fact that she happened to be the subject of study, or rather certain parts of her lovely young lush body, was neither her nor there.
Once more she regretted her choice of underwear today. Her panties matched her bra, black and lacy cut high on her hips. She was also wearing hold-ups along with patent black stilettos.
Mr. Forsythe paused briefly as he saw her standing there, his eyes widening slightly. He cleared his throat before saying, “If you could remove your underclothing, Ms. Bell, that would be splendid but feel free to leave on your shoes. The extra height will help you hop up onto the bench.
Claire pulled her knickers off quickly lifted herself onto the bench that Michael had kindly covered with a blanket. She looked around at the three boys who seemed flushed and uncomfortable but were all standing close, before lying back and allowing her legs to fall open as nonchalantly as she could.
There was a lot more swearing from around her as her thighs parted to reveal her pussy, with its tidy thatch of bright red hair and its glistening pink lips. She couldn’t see exactly who it was but there was a lot more cursing and a series of amazed gasps as the boys looked upon their first ever cunt. She even had the impression that maybe Mr. Forsythe might have let out some sort of exclamation.
However it wasn’t long before he was back into his lecturing tone as he pointed out different parts of her genitalia. His touch wasn’t as unexpected as before but still caused her to start as he prodded and poked.
“Here we have the inner and outer labia, and here, respectively, the openings to the urethra and the vagina just above the anus. And here under this little hood is the clitoris.” He began to rub her clit in a circular motion causing her to groan involuntarily. “And you notice that Ms. Bell’s immediate physiological response is a moistening here at the main, er, aperture in order to facilitate penetration by an erect penis.”
Claire tensed further as he slid his finger up and down her open lips and then squeaked involuntarily as he slid a finger into her.
“As you can see my finger slides in nice and smoothly,” he commented before withdrawing. “OK, who’s first to have a feel?”
The boys jockeyed for position and Claire lifted her head to see Charles grinning between her thighs as he looked up first at her and then down to her pussy, inches from his face.
“Oooh,” she squealed as Charles pushed two of his fingers straight up her cunt.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” he murmured as he moved his fingers in and out before parting her lips for a better look. Claire suppressed another grunt.
“That’s enough, Charles,” Mr. Forsythe ordered. Charles gave her clit a perfunctory flick before stepping back to allow Michael access. He looked her in the eye as he licked his fingers clean.
Michael touched everything in his meticulous fashion, even fingering her bumhole for a few seconds, before yielding to Amir.
Amir’s touch was more tentative. He slowly slid his left index finger into her pussy and then used his right to gently rub her clit. Claire couldn’t help let out a moan, “Oooh, Amir!”
When the school bell rang and Mr. Forsythe told him to stop, Claire was embarrassed that she was actually disappointed. She was supposed to remain professionally detached and she most certainly shouldn’t have been enjoying the sensation induced by being a model in what was, after all, only an anatomy lesson!
“Right, boys. Off you go and you homework is read chapter 15 on Reproduction,” Mr. Forsythe ordered.
Claire sat up as the boys reluctantly left the room, their satchels held awkwardly in front of them, all staring hard, keen for a last chance to have a good look at her curvaceous yet lithe naked body. Then they all rushed off towards the lavatory block.
“Well, I think that well, don’t you, Claire?” Mr. Forsythe said, rubbing his hands after the door had closed behind the boys.
“Erm, yes, I suppose so,” Claire replied, still flushed from the experience. She stood and gathered her clothes.
“Actually, Claire, a lack of clothing might be appropriate in something I’d like you to help me with, if you don’t mind.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Come with me my dear to the office, we have a free lesson and won’t be disturbed. Bring your clothes with you but don’t put them on yet.”
Claire followed him into the office, holding her blouse and skirt in front of her.
Mr. Forsythe sat down in his chair in the cramped office. “Claire, next week, as you maybe heard we will be studying the reproductive system with the boys and I have a special request of you.”
“OK, Mr. Forsythe, I mean, Edward. What do you want me to do?”
“I would like for the boys to look at sperm under the microscope and I need you to source some for me.”
Claire was shocked but tried not to look surprised at what was obviously a run-of-the mill request, at least to judge from Mr. Forsythe’s blase expression. “Oh, right. Yes. Of course. Where can I get sperm?”
“Well, you’ll have to harvest it from a willing volunteer, I suppose.”
“Oh, OK. Maybe I could get some from my boyfriend before I come in,” she suggested.
“No, I’m afraid it will need to be absolutely fresh so that we can observe motility,” he answered.
“Well, I’m not sure whom else to ask?” Claire racked her brains before she came up with an idea. “Oh, Mr. Forsythe, what about you?” she asked brightly.