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Kimmy Gets An Education
by Nigela Lamont (stuart.s@shaw.ca)
***
A schoolgirl expands her horizons. (MF, FF, 1st, bi,
voy)
***
First Semester at Fenwick Academy
"Kimberley Byers, how dare you interrupt my class? I
want you to bring that note to me this instant!
Kimmy froze, surprised at the anger in Miss Henshaw's
voice. The room became deathly quiet and she felt the
blood rush to her face. The girls in her grade 8
English class turned in their seats and looked at her,
giggling at her discomfort, grateful it was Kimmy, and
not them that had been caught passing notes. Kimmy felt
her heart pounding in her young breast.
"I... uh... what note, Miss Henshaw? I don't have any
note!" the diminutive young brunette said, palming the
evidence.
The staccato sound of Miss Henshaw's spike heels broke
the silence as she hurried down the aisle towards
Kimmy, as fast as her tight black skirt would allow.
"Don't you lie to me young lady! I told you to bring it
to me!" she said sharply, prying the little folded
piece of paper out of Kimmy's tightly clasped hand.
"You know Fenwick Academy's policy towards dishonesty!"
Miss Henshaw said, unfolding the note with a flourish.
"Now I'll just read it out loud so we can all share
what it is you've written!"
"Oh please Miss! Please don't read it... I'll just
die!!" Kimmy begged.
Miss Henshaw adjusted the glasses on her nose, and had
barely started to read the note, when she abruptly
spluttered to a halt.
The note had been on its way to Kimmy's best friend,
Caroline Meyers, and contained intimate details about a
blow job Kimmy had given to Otis Jefferson. Otis, a
tall and strikingly handsome black male in his early
forties, had been hired to tend the venerable
institution's old temperamental boiler. He seldom came
out from the boiler room but when he did, both the
faculty and students were thrown into a tizzy.
It was rumored that the cocoa colored Otis had a ten
inch cock and knew how to use it. Being the only man in
an all girls' school, Otis was the object of many a
young girl's fantasy. Even Miss Henshaw had masturbated
in her evening bath while thinking about him.
Kimmy had bet Caroline that she could find out if the
rumor about Mr. Jefferson's size was true. On the
pretext of getting some tape from him to bind up her
grass hockey stick it had been easy for the young girl
to seduce him. She went on in the note about how
intensely exciting it had been to suck on his massive
cock while he played with her puffy young tits. Mr.
Jefferson had been a heavy cummer and the young minx
had surprised him by proudly swallowing the whole load
while creaming her little schoolgirl panties in the
process.
The contents of the note awakened the dormant feelings
of lust Ms. Henshaw had towards Kimmy. Her tight little
ass and budding young breasts had not gone unnoticed.
Ms. Henshaw's clitoris was always erect when Kimmy was
near, so picturing the young girl sucking off Mr.
Jefferson had her involuntarily squeezing her legs
together. The teacher had done her homework, reading
Kimmy's file thoroughly. She knew the cock sucking
little tart had been enrolled in the all girls' academy
by her parents as a last resort because she had been
very sexually active in grade seven.
As Ms. Henshaw's interest in Kimmy was more than
casual, a germ of an idea had formed in her mind. She
had personally noticed the huge bulge in Mr.
Jefferson's chinos, and Kimmy's note had now confirmed
its size. Perhaps, she thought, Kimmy's indiscretion
with Otis Jefferson just might be used to her
advantage.
"Kimmy!" she snapped. Her countenance grew even
sterner. "I'm surprised at you! Don't worry... I shan't
read this out loud! You are to remain in your seat
after this class has ended!"
***
Lorraine Henshaw was extremely attractive for a woman
in her early fifties, but at times could appear very
severe. Her shiny, shoulder length golden hair, ripe
luscious body, and raw smoldering sensuality made Kimmy
feel vaguely uneasy. Kimmy got a crush on Miss Henshaw
her first day in her class. She'd always thought Ms.
Henshaw liked her, so it puzzled her that she was so
angry with her. She waited anxiously for the remainder
of the period, wondering what was going to happen.
After what seemed like an eternity, the bell finally
rang and the rest of the class filed out. Some of the
girls cast a pitying look back towards Kimmy; making
her wonder if perhaps they knew what it was like to be
punished by Ms. Henshaw. When Kimmy was finally seated
all alone at the back of the room Miss Henshaw
established her power by making her wait as she
finished marking some essays. After clearing her throat
the teacher looked up from her desk and ordered Kimmy
to get out her seat and come forward.
As the little slut came forward to receive whatever
punishment might await her, Miss Henshaw thought she
detected a slight smirk on her face and quickly rose
from her seat.
"Do you find something amusing about all this dear?"
she snapped, circling the young adolescent, the
undertones of anger in her voice disturbing Kimmy.
"No Miss Henshaw...I'm sorry Miss Henshaw," Kimmy
choked.
The comely English teacher felt a tightening between
her legs as she saw that Kimmy's blouse was unbuttoned
low enough to reveal more than half of her flawless,
milky white breasts, which were held up on display by a
pale pink lace demi-cup bra. She also noticed how
suggestive her far too short for school regulation,
dark green plaid skirt was, and how tightly it clung to
her shapely bottom. Miss Henshaw thought tight skirts
were sexy and liked to wear them too, and couldn't help
musing whether Kimmy was wearing matching pink lace
panties underneath. Well, she thought to herself. I'll
find out soon enough.
***
For her part Kimmy couldn't help noticing how Miss
Henshaw undressed her with her eyes, and smiled to
herself. If Miss Henshaw could be distracted by her
charms, perhaps her punishment would go that much
easier. Trying to look suitably cowed, Kimmy looked
down at her black patent leather pumps.
"Well Kimmy, you've been a very, very, bad girl. What
do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm really sorry Miss Henshaw. I promise it won't
happen again."
"What won't happen again Kimmy? You won't pass any more
notes, or you won't fellate Mr. Tyler or both? Think
long and hard before you open your mouth ... I want
nothing but the truth to come from it!"
Miss Henshaw waited for three full minutes but Kimmy
remained silent. Kimmy knew that now she'd blown Mr.
Tyler, a team of wild horses couldn't stop her from
doing it again, but she was too afraid to lie about it,
and too afraid to tell the truth.
"Just as I thought," Ms. Henshaw snorted. "Your silence
speaks volumes! But it's probably the closest I'll ever
get to the truth with you. If you won't answer me then
perhaps you might like to suggest an appropriate
punishment for such slutty behavior?" Ms. Henshaw
raised her eyebrows inquisitively.
"M-Maybe a detention?" Kimmy asked hopefully.
"Oh no Kimmy... this is far too serious for just a mere
detention. I fear it's too late for that now. When I
take you to the office and let them know what you have
been up to, I'm sure the Board will want to expel you
immediately!"
"Oh god, Ms. Henshaw! You can't! My parents will kill
me!"
"You should have thought of that before performing such
a naughty act Kimmy! However, it would be unfair of me
not to give you a second chance, so if you agree to
behave yourself and do as I say; I see no reason why
the Board need ever hear about this little incident.
You're probably not aware of it but when you enrolled
in the academy your parents signed a release form
authorizing your teachers to punish you anyway they see
fit. I'm sure if you do as I say we can circumvent your
appearing in front of the Board."
Kimmy's heart leaped. "Oh please Miss Henshaw; I'll do
whatever you ask!"
"Good girl Kimmy!" She smiled, gently squeezing the
young girl's arm and drawing her close. Her perfume
smelt intoxicating, and Kimmy felt herself getting
goose bumps as Miss Henshaw looked deep in her eyes
with a cruel smile. She noticed her teacher's voice had
grown huskier.
"First, you must do whatever I say without hesitation.
Do I have your word on that?"
"Y-Yes Ms. Henshaw."
The young girls' English Teacher suggestively traced a
pointy scarlet red nail down Kimmy's forearm. She
leaned in closer and whispered in her ear and Kimmy
felt her knees grow weak.
"Kimmy... I'd like us to get to know each other better
and become close friends. Before we begin I want to
assure you that what happens here today will remain our
little secret. Now dear...lets begin. Please, bend over
my desk!"
"B-but Ms. Henshaw..."
"Without hesitation Kimmy! I must have your complete
cooperation!"
Kimmy trembled and her face grew crimson red as she lay
across her teacher's polished hardwood desk. She
trembled, feeling helpless and completely vulnerable as
one of Miss Henshaw's lovely soft hands caressed her
bottom while the other carefully drew her panties down
below her knees. Kimmy cringed, instinctively pulling
her knees forward and exposing her perfect, puckered
little asshole and pouting cunt.
Lorraine Henshaw almost forgot herself as she gazed at
the young girls thoroughly exposed cunny. Waves of lust
traveled up from her lower belly and her nostrils
flared as she sniffed its heady aroma. Catching herself
and remembering that she needed to take things slowly,
she reluctantly came to her senses.
For her part Kimmy felt herself growing wetter and
wetter between her legs. Feeling Ms. Henshaw's hand
squeezing the cheek of her ass had her little cunt
opening of its own volition. Suddenly she was brought
back to reality as Ms. Henshaw's free hand slapped her
other cheek. Before she could even register whether she
was experiencing pain or pleasure, her teacher spanked
her again.
"Oh god Ms.Henshaw!" she sobbed. "I'm so sorry!!"
"Not as sorry as you're going to be Kimmy!" Ms. Henshaw
said sternly. "You've been behaving like a perfect
little slut, and now I'm going to show you what happens
to sluts in my class!"
Ms. Henshaw began Kimmy's punishment. Every time she
spanked the helpless girls' delectable little bottom it
felt like an electric shock was sent directly to
Kimmy's pussy. She was in ecstasy, torn between both
the pain and the pleasure that radiated from every
nerve in her lower region. Kimmy was unsure whether to
surrender to the orgasm building in her or to cry out
in agony.
Finally Kimmy's punishment came to an end and Ms.
Henshaw reached in her drawer and pulled out a jar of
ointment which she gently and lovingly applied to the
sobbing girls' tender little bottom.
***
Unknown to both Miss Henshaw and Kimmy they'd had a
secret audience. Curious to see what was going to
happen to Kimmy, her friend Caroline Myers had quietly
slipped into the cloakroom at the class entrance when
the period ended. From her hiding place Caroline had an
unrestricted view of what was taking place, and it had
a profound affect on her. Caroline had gasped as
Kimmy's hairy gash pouted open in response to her
favorite teacher's punishment. Like Kimmy, Caroline
also had a crush on Miss Henshaw, and she found herself
envying her friend.
After she'd witnessed her best friend's humiliation,
Caroline had sneaked out of the classroom and quickly
gone up to her dorm. She lay back on her bed, wriggled
out of her panties and began to finger her swollen
little cunny. Her fingers sped up; becoming a blur as
she remembered Miss Henshaw spanking her friend's cute
little bottom. As she came she thought to herself how
lucky Kimmy was to suck off Otis Jefferson and then be
punished by Ms. Henshaw.
***
For the rest of the week Kimmy nursed a sore bottom,
wondering what was happening to her. It seemed every
time her ass had even the tiniest little spasm of pain,
all she could remember was how good Ms. Henshaw's hands
had felt on it. Kimmy was unbearably horny and in need
of a sexual release. She remembered what a powerful
orgasm she'd had sucking off Mr. Jefferson's huge cock,
so making sure no one was looking, Kimmy snuck down
again to the boiler room.
***
Otis Jefferson heard a polite little cough and looked
up from the game of solitaire he was playing. Kimmy,
the girl that had sucked him off a week ago, was
standing there looking like she was in love and he knew
at once why she was there. He knew once these young
college girls got a taste for his big black cock they
inevitably came back for more, and he was glad this
particular little tart had come back. Kimmy's cock
sucking was the best he'd ever had. He pursed his lips
and let out a short wolf whistle.
"Well girl, just look at you." he grinned. You look
like you got the 'hunger' between your legs. Am I
right, sweet cheeks?"
Kimmy nodded, feeling a little ashamed of her obvious
horniness.
"Well don't just stand there, let's get you fixed up
girl!" Otis chuckled.
Undoing his trousers and sitting back in his chair he
rolled the waistband of his briefs down. Kimmy got down
on her knees before him, licking her lips as his cock
sprang to full attention.
Her 'hunger' relieved, Kimmy peeked down the hallway in
both directions before emerging from the boiler room.
She was sure no one saw her, so she was puzzled and
somewhat apprehensive a week later when she was given a
note summoning her to Ms. Henshaw's quarters that
evening. She had never been to her teacher's room
before so she had no idea what to expect.
Ms Henshaw answered the door, obviously dressed up for
a special occasion. She looked ravishing in a tight
dark grey flannel skirt Kimmy had never seen before, a
very sexy pair of heels, and an almost transparent pale
blue blouse.
"Come in dear," she smiled mysteriously and turned on
her heels. "Follow me; I have something I want to show
you in my bedroom."
Kimmy took in the curve of Ms. Henshaw's shapely ass as
she followed her into the bedroom. Her teacher looked
amazingly hot, and Kimmy felt the stirrings of what
Otis Jefferson had referred to as 'the hunger'
returning to her lower belly. Miss Henshaw went to her
night table, picked up an unmarked video and walked
over to a small TV –VCR combo.
"Sit down on the bed and watch this honey," her teacher
purred, inserting the video "I think you might be
interested in what I have to show you."
Kimmy watched as the screen flickered to life and
gasped in surprise when she saw the video was of Mr.
Jefferson and her in the boiler room. The picture was
crystal clear and there was no mistaking what they were
doing. Before she could say anything in her defense Ms.
Henshaw began to speak.
"Isn't modern technology wonderful dear? I think our
hidden camera has done a marvelous job of capturing
your little dalliance with Mr. Jefferson."
"Oh Miss Henshaw... I..."
Kimmy watched the tape in horror, seeing her tiny hand
cupping Mr. Jefferson's large balls as she sucked on
his impossibly large black cock.
"Hush child! There's nothing you can say that will
alter anything. You've been caught red handed, so to
speak, with your hand in the cookie jar. Although, I
can't say that I blame you. I have to admit, Mr.
Jefferson does has rather fine cookies! Now I have a
confession of my own to make. This might come as a
surprise to you but ever since I got the tape I've
spent almost every night of this week masturbating to
it. I might as well come right out and say it. You have
a wonderful body Kimmy. I've been attracted to you from
your first day and I would like to make love to you."
Watching to see Kimmy's reaction Ms. Henshaw removed
her blouse and unclasped her 'Olga' brassiere, exposing
her pillowy soft mature breasts with their pointy,
suckable looking nipples.
A wave of lust swept over Kimmy as she lay back on her
teachers' bed. She propped herself up on her elbows,
watching the older woman undress. A perverse thrill
coursed through her veins as she noticed how swollen
her teachers nipples were. Like her own, they were
begging to be sucked. The older woman wriggled out of
her tight flannel skirt and Kimmy swooned, noting her
lovely ripe ass and how soaked her sensible white nylon
panties were in the front. Miss Henshaw looked at her
with glazed eyes and stepped out of them revealing a
full bush.
"Let me help you undress too dear." She choked, her
fingers trembled as she unbuttoned Kimmy's blouse and
unhooked her tiny bra. Kimmy raised her little ass and
Ms. Henshaw slipped off her skirt and damp musky
schoolgirl panties. As the older woman pulled them off
the young slut opened her legs wide. Ms. Henshaw got on
the bed and moved up between her thighs, positioning
her hairy gash just inches away from Kimmy's.
"I must warn you dear, so you won't be alarmed. I have
a rather large clitoris that swells up a lot when I'm
aroused." She whispered, nuzzling Kimmy's firm young
breasts
Kimmy looked down between her legs and saw a fleshy,
pink protuberance, not unlike a miniature cock poised
at her opening. "Oh god miss Henshaw... Lorraine...
I've never done this before... I don't..."
"Shhh dear! Hush now! It'll be alright," Lorraine
whispered, assuring her. She snuggled her nubby
engorged clit into Kimmy's waiting cunt. "Just relax
and enjoy it."
Kimmy's hands frantically grasped her buttocks, pulling
her close and rubbing her teacher's swollen cunt on
hers.
"Oh fuck!" she gasped.
"That's it baby!' Miss Henshaw grunted and thrust
herself forward. "Let go and fuck me!"
"Oh fuck!! Oh fuck!! Oh holy Mary mother of God! That's
so fucking good!!" Kimmy shrieked, bucking up to meet
Catherine's thrusts.
Miss Henshaw felt the nub of her clitoris throb,
growing bigger till it was engulfed in her student's
hot, tight little slit. She drove it frantically back
and forth, wishing she were a man, wishing she could
reach even further into her young charge's belly. As
she fucked the young girl she whispered obscenities in
her ear, in a bid to lure Kimmy deeper into depravity.
"Tell me about Otis Tyler!" she panted. "Did you enjoy
sucking his cock? I'd love to suck a black dick! Would
you like it if the two of us did it together?"
"Yesss! Oh god yesss!" Kimmy wailed.
"Would you like to fuck him while I watched, Kimmy? Do
you think his cock would feel good in your nasty little
cunny while I kissed you?" Miss Henshaw teased, putting
her tongue in Kimmy's ear and almost but not quite,
pulling her clit out of her tender young cunt.
The idea of Miss Henshaw watching Mr. Jefferson fuck
her with his giant black cock, pushed the horny young
slut over the edge and her steaming cunt let go,
soaking her ass with her juices and hosing down her
teachers pulsating clit.
"I'm cumming! Oh god! I'm fucking cumming! Oh god Ms.
Henshaw!!" she gurgled.
"I'm cumming too Kimmy!!" Ms. Henshaw screamed. "I'm
cumming too!
Until now, sucking off Mr. Tyler had been the most
exciting thing Kimmy had ever done, but that was before
she had experienced the 'forbidden fruit' of an older
woman. She sobbed incoherently, enjoying the liberating
freedom of total sexual abandonment. Kimmy knew that
she'd be fucking Ms. Henshaw and Mr. Jefferson a lot
more before the year was over.
As for Lorraine Henshaw, her years of missed
opportunities mattered no more. Now, nothing else
existed but her desire to fuck this lovely young girl,
and to use her to experience Otis Jefferson's huge cock
for herself. This was going to be a very memorable year
at Fenwick Academy.
END
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