CALL ME BOB

BY CORNER GHOST

[ part 15 ]

I’m Jackie Johnson, I normally work as a nurse at the school, but at the moment I’m supposed to be teaching sexual awareness for Bob’s class – I mean Mr. Wilson’s class. But if I had known what those little bast . . . rascals had planned for me I would have gone in with a whip in one hand and a chair in the other.

Nonetheless I went to the classroom after lunch to continue the sexual awareness class that Robert had started. Somehow I knew that the cameras were controlled from this desk and that they had to be isolated from the main settings. I pressed a button and I could hear a click as a recorder started. – This was to ensure that no actual laws were broken I was told.

One girl, April, was watching me closely and raised her hand when I nodded to her she spoke up, “Please Mrs. Johnson you forgot to lock the door.” She said.

“So I did April, if you wouldn’t mind doing that for me?” I said and she quickly ran to the door, turning the key but leaving it in the door to prevent anyone from looking through the keyhole. “Thank you April.” I said and then went to Roberts notes.

I looked to the class, the boys had moved the desks to the sides of the room and the chairs were arranged in a semi-circle, all had a towel on them I noted.

I nodded to them and, before I could speak, they all started to undress, folding their clothes tidily under the chairs. Then I was under the scrutiny of the class – to hide my . . . fear I suppose the word was . . . I scanned through the notes that had been left for me, although I had already read them several times before.

“Oh! Now from these notes it seems that some of you have exceeded the parameters that Mr. Wilson had set.” I looked at the two children who smiled sweetly at me, I noticed that they were holding hands, slightly against the code for public displays of affections but that didn’t worry them.

“Did you want to go that far so soon?” I asked them.

Roger looked at Tracy and seemed to melt into her eyes, and then they turned to look at me. “Oh no Mrs. Johnson, it was just that once we started we couldn’t stop!” They said in unison.

I shook my head in amusement, “You’ve practised that didn’t you?” I said chuckling.

“No Mrs. Johnson, that was the first time we’d do that, honest, and it had to be because Tracy was a virgin until I. . .” Roger said.

I felt myself blushing, “I meant your answering me like that not . . . not anything else.” The rest of the class laughed at the looks on their faces.

“Okay now, how far had Mr. Wilson got?” I asked them a girl – April again raised her hand.

“Please Mrs. Johnson, he was just telling us how adults look different from children, he was about to show us when we had to finish.” April said – but I could see a smile on her lips.

“So did Mr. Wilson undress?” I asked her.

“Oh no, but we’re sure he was going to, and we were told that today would be the day that he would.” April said with a straight face, so I couldn’t tell if she was lying or not.

I wondered what to do? But it was written in the notes that the children would have to see that nudity would be seen as completely natural. So - “So I see April. Do any of you mind if I undress, you won’t be too put out seeing me naked?” I asked them – although I must admit I hoped none of them were, I could feel my nipples stiffen at the sight of their naked bodies - I wondered how Robert coped with this?

Another girl, Carol her name was, raised her hand but then spoke up, “Please Mrs. Johnson, we’ve learnt that our bodies are not something to hide!”

I nodded, “Certainly Carol, but how is it that you’re not concerned about your state of undress?” I asked her, and I noticed that she seemed different, more composed in the way she acted.

“Oh it’s something I realised when Mr. Wilson first started this, I was slightly shy at first, but I’ve read all the books that daddy has and, although I didn’t understand them – most of them were on how our bodies changed but some of the others were different – I think I do now.” She turned slightly and moved her leg which seemed to highlight her pussy; I felt my mouth water at the sight of her.

(Now I have a confession to make, I am attracted to young children! There I’ve said it – I’ve know about this for some years but have always managed to control myself, it’s been torture working as a nurse for the number of years that I’ve been working at this school, touching them but not being able to do anything about it. In some ways Roberts little sex class was a godsend, I could look at their bodies without arousing any suspicions. I wanted to go onto my knees and lick at the pussy being displayed in front of me, but thought that Carol might get scared if I did.)

“I see, so you think it might be better if I did undress and carried on the lesson that way?” I asked her and the class as a whole.

She smiled and I could see the rest of the class nodding and so I drew in a deep breath and moved my hands to the buttons on my blouse. Somehow it was exciting to undress in front of these children, but in a way I felt somehow reluctant, my hands were shaking as I started undoing the buttons on my blouse.

I watched their faces as I opened my blouse and folded it neatly on the table – I didn’t think I should be untidy as all the children had set the standard already. As I looked up I noticed that most of the boys had their eyes focused on my bra encased breasts.

“Gentlemen? If you’ll kindly look at me and not my body.” I said, my tone making the girls in the class laugh. “Yes you may laugh at that, but when you get older you’ll find more boys talking to you chest rather than at you.” I told the girls while I undid the side of my skirt.

This time the whole class watched as I slipped the skirt down my legs, revealing my shell-pink panties – not that I had worn them for any major reason, they were my best pair – I was aware of some of the girls focusing on the darker area just visible in the front of my panties – Where my pubic hair made itself known (I wonder what you thought it was?)

I went to reach behind me to undo the clasp on my bra when April raised her hand, “Please Mrs. Johnson can I do that for you?” She asked me, which opened the flood-gates; several more girls then raised their hands as well as a couple of the boys. A wicked thought came to my mind.

“Certainly April, but I think I’ll need two volunteers to help take off my panties.” I said smiling.

More boys put their hands up and so I selected James and Michelle to help me. I stood still to allow April to stand on a chair so that she could comfortably unclip my bra which she quickly slipped off my shoulders to reveal them – the background noise level rose somewhat as I resisted the normal response to cover my breasts with my arms but managed to keep them by my sides.

“I wish mine were as big as yours.” I heard a mournful voice say from the audience.

“Well give them time, when you’re eighteen or so you might regret that wish.” I said singling out the girl with my eyes. She blushed and ducked her head, I looked at her, she had a nice pair of AA-cup breasts, slightly white against the rest of her body. I tried to remember her name without looking at the class list . . . Martha? No, Mary, Mary was her name.

“It’s alright Mary, they are a natural expression of being a woman, you should be proud of them.” I told her and was happy to see her head rise up. “That’s better, now a deep breath and let those puppies smile.” I said to her which, although she blushed again, she managed to do. I noticed that her nipples were standing out.

I then turned my attention to the two children standing either side of me, “Alright now James, Michelle, take hold of the sides of my panties and when you’re ready pull them down.” - In this manner I had no control over my denuding.

I felt their hands as they pulled the fabric slightly away and then the class started a countdown “3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . Zero!” And both children pulled my panties off of my legs, there was a cheer as my body was completely revealed (I’d already removed my pantyhose earlier today!)

Now I want to mention that I’m relatively young, 24 in fact, I try to keep myself in trim, and so I exercise a lot – being a nurse also means I do duty as P.E. teacher at times and having to chase after the kids when playing football (alright soccer then if that’s what you prefer to call it) means that you have to be able to run for up to 90 minutes at a time, I also swim and have trimmed my pubic hair so not to peek out from my costume. And, for those who have to know, my husband and I enjoy a perfectly happy sex life – he’s aware of my likes and dislike and has indulged my fantasies just as I have his.

Anyway I’m in Robert’s classroom, naked, surrounded by naked children. I notice that Michelle was looking at my pubic patch with interest. “What’s the matter Michelle?” I asked her, she glanced up at me and I could see her face redden.

“I . . . I’m sorry . . . Mrs. Johnson,” She managed to say, “I . . . I’ve never . . . seen . . .” she indicated my lower region.

“My legs? Come on Michelle you’ve seen my legs before.” I said to her smiling – it was nice to see her innocence.

“No Mrs. Johnson . . . I meant your . . . your pussy.” She said and blushed again as she said it.

“Michelle you are supposed to be getting used to yours and other people’s bodies, now what is the problem? The hair down there?” I asked her she nodded her head, I sighed, “Michelle all women, when puberty strikes, will grow hair beneath their arms and over their pussies. Whether they decide to keep it or not is their choice, I prefer to trim mine so that it doesn’t show outside my bikini bottoms.”

Michelle studied my pussy again and reached her hand to it, before pausing and looking up at me again.

I nodded my head, “It’s alright you can touch it . . . if you want to that is.” I encouraged her, and then a voice from James spoke up.

“C . . . can I touch it too Mrs. Johnson?” He asked.

“Of course you can.” I said.

“It’s so soft . . . almost like a cat’s.” the two children said as they ran their fingers over the fleece, then another hand made it’s presence known as April approached and gently ran her fingers along my slit, causing me to breathe heavily. I closed my eyes and allowed them to do as they wanted.

I heard the whispers of the three children, “go on, she’ll like it” and “Are you sure? She won’t be angry?” and then I felt a light, moist, touch on my clit. I looked down to see James move his head back as Michelle brought her head forward to suck my clit into her mouth, I moaned as I witnessed the sight.

“It’s alright; she likes what you’re doing! Now move your tongues along here and then back up to there.” April said. And the two children followed her instructions. I closed my eyes, thinking that if I couldn’t see what they were doing I couldn’t tell them off, and allowed my body to react to their tongues. I heard a chair being placed behind me and then the touch of a small hand on my tits as April spoke into my ear, “Just relax Mrs. Johnson.

Goddess! I don’t know who taught her to do that, but she was an expert, while James and Michelle were warming me up ‘down below’ April was doing her best to make me burst into flames with her actions on my tits. Then April said, “Now!” And the two children pushed their tongues into my pussy together causing me to scream out in my climax and cover their faces with my juices. . . .

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When I recovered I found that I was lying on the floor of the classroom, I tried to move but found that while I was unconscious the ‘little darlings’ had put into practise some of Roberts lessons, in short I was tied to a bookcase at my feet and a heavy desk at my head.

“What . . .” I started to croak out when a hand raised my head and a . . . skirt? I think it was, was bunched up and placed under it to support me. A glass of water with a straw was offered.

“Did you need a drink? My mummy’s always thirsty after she’s cum like that!” April said to me.

I took a sip and found that I could now talk properly, “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked the class as a whole.

Carol spoke up, “We just thought that we’d learn more if you were on a level where we could see better.” Why did I ever think she was shy? If she had been then she’d been given a hell of a shake-up! “You don’t mind if some of the boys touch you?”

Mind? If I wasn’t tied up I’d be doing cartwheels! “Well . . . I suppose not, it’s just that I can’t . . .”

Carol spoke again, “Well we wanted to test something that Mr. Wilson said yesterday. . .” At my puzzled look she stood over me with her legs on either side of my head, “That a person tied down would be unable to stop people from doing anything, even this . . .” She then lowered her body down so that her pussy was in line with my mouth. It was so inviting that I couldn’t stop myself and I moved my head forward and extended my tongue.

As I started to lick away at Carol’s soft white pussy, I could feel hands touching my pussy and moving around, from the corner of my eye I could see that April had a video camera and was filming another girl, who was also lying down so that I couldn’t see her face from my angle, then Carol moved blocking my view, and I felt those small hands everywhere causing the strangest sensations.

After a few minutes of this I was beginning to feel hot and could tell that Carol was fast approaching her climax as she began to grind her pussy on my mouth, I could taste her juices which were almost pouring from her pussy, I reached up and managed to find her small but engorged clitoris, I closed my teeth on it.

“Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!” Carol cried out as she folded forward covering my head. As I could breathe I enjoyed the feeling of her young belly and pussy, I wasn’t too concerned with my position then.

April, however, was. She quickly directed two boys to lift the happily smiling girl from me. April looked at me concern showing on her face. “Are you alright Mrs. Johnson? I’m sorry but I didn’t realise she’d done that.” April said to me.

I smiled at her, “No, I’m fine April. So what’s next in the lesson?” I asked her knowing that I was no longer in charge of anything.

“Well, we thought it would be nice if we had our own video of the differences between our pussies and yours.” She indicated the camera and then pointed to the girl just getting up off the floor. “Abby said she didn’t mind and I hope you don’t?” She asked me shyly

“Well like this I don’t see how I could say no!” I said from my bound state.

“Oh goody, you don’t mind if we open your pussy lips? Do you?” April said and then added, “Only Mr. Wilson did say that when tied up like that people could do almost anything.”

“Did he indeed? Well I can see I’m going to have to have a word with him, once I see him again.” I said but at April’s crestfallen face I smiled, “I’m joking April, in a way I’m enjoying this, but why is Carol the only one to use my face? Don’t any of the boys need something done?”

April looked at my face, “You really are having fun? Do you mind if they squirt into your mouth?” I shook my head smiling April turned to the class and two boys raised their hands, April inspected their cocks and then sent one of them to straddle my face. I quickly licked on his small erection.

April then turned on the camera light and placed the camera on the floor between my outspread legs. She asked the remaining boy to stand to one side of my body and another girl to stand opposite him, they then knelt down and their hands began gently probing my pussy for the large labia lips. (I must say I didn’t see them only followed April’s instructions before the youth’s thighs blocked my ears.)

I could feel the two children start to pull my lips apart and then a pause . . . then I felt a warm breath on my pussy and then a finger was being inserted inside, as if measuring how far it could go, the finger was then added to by another then another . . . oh my it was almost as if they wanted to . . . now another! They couldn’t I wouldn’t be able to . . . to . . . it’s in! Somebody’s put their whole hand inside my pussy!

Only now it wasn’t a hand, it was now a fist – with an arm attached, pushing gently into my body. It felt massive! Bigger than my husband, I mean I’m not sure if I’ve felt anything like that. I opened my mouth to scream out when the boy in front of me pushed his cock deep into my mouth and was now touching my throat.

It was that sudden touch that made me close my lips around that cock, I made sure that I didn’t touch him with my teeth. And then those . . . darlings(!) decided to move that hand inside me, first they began pumping away, pulling that hand back until my vagina almost lost it, and then filling me up again, getting faster and faster, while the boy using my mouth was also moving back and forth.

Then – just as I was about to cum – maddingly the hand stopped its motion and stayed still just at its deepest point! While I was waiting for something to happen ‘down there’ the cock in my mouth spurted dragging my mind away and causing me to suck on the sugar stick in my mouth and swallowing the offering from the boy.

I kept my lips wrapped tightly around that cock, stripping it of any more sperm that might have lingered. The boy smiled at me and started to walk away, but he was stopped by April who sounded angry with him. “Scott! What are you doing? Thank Mrs. Johnson, remember your manners!”

“I’m sorry Mrs. Johnson, thank you, I’ve never felt anything like that!” Scott managed to say.

I smiled at him, “That’s alright Scott, but remember a girl does need flattery as well.” I said and then looked down my body to where the smallest girl of the class was now opening her hand inside me.

April notice my gaze and knelt down beside me. “My mum told me that she loves someone putting their hand inside her, and I thought that Anne would be the best to try as she’s so small.”

I gave a small laugh – which made Anne’s hand move inside me, “I did start to enjoy it . . . but why did you stop?” I asked.

“We had to mark the spot on Anne arm so that we could see how far she could reach!” April said – I must admit I was interested in that as well. “Ready for the next one?” April asked me while waving another girl over.

“How did you know?” I whispered to her, so that no-one else could hear me.

April shook her head, “I’m not sure, it was as if someone told me. But I don’t know who it was?” She looked genuinely puzzled so I believed her. By this time the girl had come to us and was looking slightly embarrassed. April smiled at her, “This is Eve, and she’s told me that she’s never felt anything when she touches herself on her pussy, she thinks there’s something wrong.”

I looked up at the girl, “It’s alright Eve, sometimes it just takes a strange event to help these things along.” I told her – why was I being so calm when I was tied down like this with a girl’s arm in my pussy.

Eve placed her leg over my face and then I was looking at her clam-shell lips, I couldn’t even think she had touched her pussy in her life. Slowly she descended and I reached up to lick her pussy. Eve jumped as she felt me but then she restarted lowering her body down.

Anne, in the meantime was now moving her hand and someone else was licking on my clitoris, I was having a hard time trying to help Eve but I could barely put my tongue into her small slit, I could feel her shuddering above me, or was it my movements that was causing that. I moved my head to touch her small bump at the top of her slit hearing her gasp as I did so.

Now it was a race! Could I make Eve cum before I did? I nibbled and worried at Eve’s small clit, feeling it grow slightly and her movements were becoming more agitated as I did so. But also I was feeling a warm glow building up inside me as I worked away, all of a sudden it became too much and I screamed into the Eve’s pussy as I came.

It was so intense that I found myself being shaken slightly, and cold water was being sprinkled on my face. “Mrs. Johnson, are you alright?” April was looking at me carefully.

I found I couldn’t speak as my mouth was dry. So I nodded. April placed a straw into my mouth and I sipped the water, I didn’t want to drink too deeply. I looked around, on the floor near me was Eve, she was asleep but smiling, Anne was now looking at her arm and smiling, she was surrounded by her classmates one of which had a ruler in his hands and was placing it on Anne’s arm.

I was going to ask April how everyone was but we were interrupted by a series of knocks on the door. At first the class went quiet but then April went to the door, she knocked on it, a strange cadence, then an answering knock. “It’s alright.” April said, “Its Charlene and Mr. Wilson.” She added and unlocked the door.

The next thing I heard was Roberts’ voice as he entered the room, “Well I’m glad to see you have a sense of . . . What are you doing to poor Mrs. Johnson?”

April looked slightly un-nerved, “We were only following your lessons Sir.” She said lowering her head.

Robert frowned, “I don’t think my lessons involved tying up the teacher and abusing her?” He said.

“It’s alright Robert, I did say they could . . . I think anyway?” I added, for the life of me I couldn’t remember exactly how I got down here. Oh wait! I hadn’t!

“Well it’s nearly time for the bell so I think you’d better start getting things back into shape while I untie Mrs. Johnson.” Robert said.

The class seemed to dissolve as the children followed Robert’s instructions, he stopped Anne as she walked pass. “What’s that mark on your arm Anne?”

“That was how far I could put my arm inside Mrs. Johnson sir.” Anne said.

Robert looked surprised and glanced at me, “Indeed, well don’t forget to measure it and note it down. Who suggested that you do that?” He asked her.

Anne looked to April who stood forward. “I did sir.” She admitted. “It was after I tried to put my finger into Abby and could only get this far.” She indicated the second knuckle of her middle finger.

Robert untied my bonds and helped me to my feet, but I couldn’t stand and had to be helped to a chair. Robert took the camera from April and quickly rewound the tape, quickly playing it, at one point he whistled. “That looked really nasty, are you sure you’re alright?” He asked me.

I nodded and smiled, “You don’t suppose I’d be able to borrow some of your class at some stage?” I asked him.

Robert shook his head, “I’m sorry Jackie, but I’m not running a lending library here.” He said to me.

I leant over, “How did April know what I wanted?” I asked him. “It was almost as if she read my mind.” He gave me a quick look and then seemed to relax.

“I’ve wondered about that myself, but I think she just has an open family. Why don’t you ask her if you can visit her sometimes?”

I had to think about that, but all too soon the bell sounded and the class was dismissed, before they left all of them stood and said, “Thank you Mrs. Johnson, for looking after us.”

After the classroom was empty, apart from Charlene, I turned to Robert. “That was one of the most interesting lessons I’ve ever taught. I seemed to have learnt a lot.” I said smiling.

“That’s the best type of lessons a teacher can have.” He replied smiling, “Would you want to help again?” He asked me

Would I? Wild horses couldn’t have kept me away!

I’ve still got to contact April’s parents. Maybe they’ll let me stay the night?