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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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