9 comments/ 104130 views/ 26 favorites Mikey & Ms. Stark By: LastoftheGreatMikeys Hi all. Welcome to my first story. It may take a while to get to the sex, but I’m hoping this will be a continuing story, so I wanted to set it up right. I hope you enjoy and I welcome all feedback and input. Everyone was there at the Adult Literature and Erotic Storytelling Club (A.L.E.S.C.). A new member had joined and everyone wanted to hear his story. He sat in front of the fire, sipping his wine, and called to the other members of the club. “Hello everyone. Come, gather round and make yourself comfortable. Bring your snacks and your drinks, invite your friends and come here the tale I have to tell. Is it true? Is it just a story? Well, whichever you choose to believe, it is outrageous and fantastical. “This is the story of Michael Michaels (yes his parents really are such great idiots as to make his last name also his first). With such a name, it is possible that his life’s die was cast before it ever really got started. In any case, it didn’t help. “Let me tell you about Mikey. Mikey is your classic nerd. He has big, round glasses that cover the top half of his face. His hair is dark brown and cut in the classic “bowl” style. He’s short for a boy his age, standing 5’6” tall in his sock feet and he had a scrawny frame that would not support much muscle ever were he interested in building it. His clothes were always too large for his bony body, thanks to his freakish thinness. He wore black oxford style shoes with white socks. His pants were gray dress slacks, belted at the waist with a simple black leather belt. He wore a “White collar” shirt, always buttoned to the top and capped off the ensemble with a black cardigan that was three sizes too large. Yes, he even looked like a nerd. “To top it all off, Mikey is a genius. I’m not talking “top of his class” genius; I mean the full-blown, sci-fi science, way ahead of his time genius. Though in high school he was taking advanced university math and science classes. He thought of his university textbooks as light and entertaining reading. Needless to say, the times he spent in school went he was not in class or the library he spent in a locker, stuffed inside by the school jocks. “This is where our story really begins, with our hero trapped inside a locker into which the school wrestling team had mercilessly stuffed him. He’d been inside the locker long enough that his muscles had started to cramp and he whimpered feebly, unable to wipe his welling eyes. Mikey had never felt so miserable and worthless, at least not since he had last been stuffed inside a locker. However, this time he’d been in it for a long, long time. Long enough to dwell on just how horrible his life truly was.” He thought about his mother and father. They were the worst. Worse than any school bully. His father was a paragon of middle-aged masculinity. A huge man with a huge gut, there was so much testosterone in him it left no room for a brain. He’d taken an instant dislike to his tiny son, who didn’t care for football like he did and would not follow his footsteps into the construction trade. This frustrated him to no end and he vented that frustration in the only way he knew how; with violence directed at the source of his frustration. As for his mother, now there was a twisted piece of work. She was of average height and moderately overweight, always dressed in a house robe. Her weight was a sore spot for her and, of course, it was all Mikey’s fault! He’d robbed her of her youthful curves and potential. The brat cost her money she could have used for better and more clothes and booze and all the other good things she deserved instead of the medication he needed for his low blood pressure. Yes, it was all Mikey’s fault and she made sure he knew it. Worse, Mikey could have been useful…one particular aspect of him was larger than his father…another source of his dad’s dislike for him. Yet her husband would not let her touch it, damn him! Yup, Mikey’s life well and truly sucked. This is what Mikey was contemplating while surrounded by the four walls of his prison, all the “good times” he and his mom and dad had shared over the years. It was enough to bring him to tears. So, when the locker door opened and the fluorescent lighting of the hallway shone upon him like the light of heaven itself, which is how he appeared, quietly and miserably crying as he stumbled out of the locker. Well, fell out of the locker really. His cramped muscles rebelled at the idea of actually moving, so he fell forward, right into the angelic figure of Ms. Stark. Ah, yes, Ms. Stark. She was a newer teacher in the school. She was young at 25, but with a kind of agelessness, like she was older than her years should allow. She was prim and proper, teaching English class with the authorative manner of an authority figure of her country of birth and the class she taught. Her English accent was strong, the Victorian type. She presented herself professionally, in ruffled blouses buttoned to her neck, skirt to the top of her knee, simple high heeled shoes and her long, black hair pinned up in a bun. Small glasses sitting on her tiny nose set off her sharp, chiseled features and narrowed but actually large when unsquinted eyes, making her seem a little harsh. Every student attracted to women ignored her presentation, enjoying the woman that they all knew was underneath. Contrary to how she tried to present herself, Ms. Stark was gorgeous. She was a majestic 6’3” tall with a perfectly proportionate build and wide shoulders. They had to be wide or she could not support the massive breasts she restrained in a tight fitting F-cup bra. Her legs were long and powerful, taking her where she went in long, confident strides. Her hips swayed exaggeratedly when she moved and she moved with the grace of a runway model. Her form was luscious and curvy, her swaying hips flaring wide. Her soft, pouty lips hinted at softness that her formal manner disguised. She wore no make up. She needed none. Her natural colouring was perfect. Yes, Ms. Stark was a beauty all right. So, Mikey fell free of his locker prison and into the surprised arms of Ms. Stark. Mikey’s own arms instinctively clutched her, holding himself against his English teacher. His face planted itself right between her humungous breasts. His hips hit her thighs so she was surprised to feel what had to be a tree-limb press against her stomach. For several second there were in a natural feeling embrace. For Mikey it felt so good to be held by a strong, female form that didn’t bitch at him for existing. He’d had the same thoughts about Ms. Stark all the boys had, but at this moment it was gone, replaced by a sudden need for closeness. Ms. Stark had noticed Michael for a long time now, seeing him tormented by the other students and powerless to prevent it. She’d seen him in her class and marveled at his awesome intellect. She’d also heard the tales of his family, though surely those were exaggerated badly. When he fell against her, she felt a surging need to care for him, to protect him, so she held him close against her, wondering just what the heck that was against her stomach. After all, his crotch was against her thighs, so it couldn’t be…could it? She looked down at the poor, sniffling boy and broke the embrace, though with a hint of reluctance. “Well,” she said in her Victorian accent, “it would appear that you are late getting home. I will have to take you home, Michael.” He nodded back up to her and replied, “Th-thank you.” “No need to thank me, Michael. It is late and, as your teacher, I have a certain duty of care to see to your well being whilst you are here. Come along now.” She went to get her things, Mikey following her like a puppy, and she thought about the embrace from when he emerged from the locker. That…that couldn’t have been his penis, could it? It would have to be huge… -------------------------------------------------- Mikey went with Ms. Stark to her car, a 90’s Honda Civic hatchback. He got in the passenger side and winced as he sat down. The belt restraining his manhood always made sitting painful. It would not be such a problem, except for the fact that his medication had a side effect: near permanent erection. How he wished he had a normal sized penis. This monstrosity attached to him was a real pain! The ride home was not nearly long enough for Mikey. He hated going home to his parents’ house. It was never a fun time living there. Ms. Stark asked him a few questions to pass the time. “Have you any siblings, Michael,” she asked? “No, ma’am,” he responded. “What does your father do for a living?” “Drink,” he replied dryly. “Pardon,” replied the teacher? Perhaps the stories were not so exaggerated after all. “He works construction, ma’am.” “And your mother?” Mikey winced at the thought of his mother. His dad was no picnic to deal with, but he could handle his father’s fists better than his mother’s tormenting tongue and subtle, lewd innuendo. “She watches soap operas,” he replied. They arrived at his parents’ house, a moderately sized house. As soon as he stepped out of the car his parents came out the door, his mother stalking toward him while his dad followed her like a paid thug. She grabbed him by the ear and twisted it savagely. “Where have you been,” his mother screeched! “We’ve been waiting for you all evening! You haven’t been here to make dinner yet and the house is a pigsty and…” She ranted on, as Ms. Stark got out of her car and listened to the tongue-lashing Mikey was on the receiving end of. Ms. Stark couldn’t believe it. She watched Michael’s mother march him toward the house, holding his ear as Michael cringed. The boy’s father smacked the back of his head with a heavy palm, knocking him to the ground. Michael stumbled and started to stand up, looking truly miserable. Mr. Michaels shoved him back down with his big foot while Mrs. Michaels continued to rant. “That is quite enough of that Mr. And Mrs. Michaels,” said the towering teacher. She stood straight, her full height impressive and spoke in an imperious tone. “Michael, come here and get into the car.” The Michaels’ turned and looked at the English woman. Mikey instinctively followed her order, heading back to the car with his head lowered. His mother turned and looked at Ms. Stark with wide, angry eyes. Mr. Michaels started to walk toward her, clenching his fists as Mrs. Michaels started to rant, “Now see here, missy…” “You had better stop right there if you know what is good for you, Mr. Michaels,” exclaimed the amazon. He looked at her determined setting and at Mikey as the boy got into the car. Ms. Stark’s heart was racing. The boy’s father was a very large man. He could do some real damage. The man stopped however, grunting intelligently, sensing how serious the woman was and how strongly she would defend the boy. Mikey’s mom said, “Henry, get back here. The boy ain’t worth it.” Henry Michaels turned and went back to his wife. Ms. Stark let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. She thought about how wrong Mrs. Michaels was…the boy was very much worth it, though she wasn’t sure why she believed that. “You are horrible, horrible parents,” exclaimed Ms. Stark to the Michaels’! “As his teacher and an official representative of the school system, I am exercising my authority and removing Michael from your home. He will be fostered and emancipated from your tyrannical authority. If you choose to fight me on this I shall have no choice but to see that an investigation is begun regarding his treatment while in your care. I have no doubt in my mind that you would be found unfit parents and likely charged criminally. Am I understood?” She held her breath again, unsure how they would respond. Mikey’s parents looked at each other and shrugged. Again, his mom said, “The boy ain’t worth it.” They turned and went back into the house, closing the door behind them and closing the blinds as well. Ms. Stark calmly got back into her car and exhaled in relief. They had bought into her bluff! Mikey was old enough to choose to leave, but he likely had not the ability to do so, so beaten down was he by his parents, so she just…helped him along a little. That’s what teachers are supposed to do, aren’t they? -------------------------------------------------- The student and his teacher arrived at Ms. Stark’s apartment 45 minutes later. She opened the door and let the boy in first. The place was a small, 1 bedroom apartment, as befitted her teacher’s salary and her single lifestyle. It was not quite spartanly furnished, as homey touches were here and there. There was a 2-person loveseat instead of a 3-person couch, as well as an easy chair in the living room. A small coffee table in the center was there too. There was no television. A stereo and shelves of books made the atmosphere slightly scholarly as well as homey. Mikey looked at the living room and smiled, wondering if he would recognize any of the various tomes upon the shelves. Ms. Stark closed the door behind her and stood facing Michael. “Well, since those are all the clothes you have, young man, why don’t you go take a shower while I wash them for tomorrow. We’ll see about getting you new ones tomorrow. Just drop them outside the bathroom door and I’ll put them in the wash.” Mikey nodded and replied, “Allright, ma’am.” He headed toward the washroom, closing the door behind him. He turned and looked in the mirror as he undressed. He shook his head as he looked at his massive manhood in the mirror. It reached up to his chest and was as thick as a can of coke! If any girl ever found out she’d run screaming into the night! If anyone found out at all, he’d be tormented even worse than he was now! He cursed his freakish size, wishing for the millionth time that he were normal. Well, noone had ever seen it and noone ever would if he had his way. He set his clothes outside the washroom, and then turned on the water to run the shower. -------------------------------------------------- Ms. Stark picked up his clothes and took them to the building’s laundry room. She started the load, then returned and went into her bedroom. All the while she was thinking about Michael. He was naked and in the shower. She could peek and see if what she suspected was true; that he had a tree trunk for a cock. She sighed and stood up, looking in the mirror. She wished she were shorter. Men did not want to date women who were taller than them. She cursed her freakish size and wished that she were normal. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, then unclasped her bra. Her humungous F-cups sprung forth. He cupped them in her hands and stared at them in the mirror, wishing they were smaller. They hurt her back and besides, men did not ask out such largely endowed women. Her breasts, while drawing mush attention, seemed to intimidate men. Well, she could never afford reduction on her teacher’s salary. She finished undressing and thought about Michael. The poor boy! All those tales had to be true! How horrible. He was such a mild mannered, sweet boy, with so much potential…and that cock…” Her face heated as her blood filled it, changing her skin from alabaster white to deep red. Heat also begun to build between her legs as she thought about the boy’s cock. She went over to her dresser, opened the top drawer and perused all her toys. She looked for a few minutes, but nothing seemed big enough. She sighed again and considered joining Michael in the shower. She could get in serious trouble for that…but that cock! It was dominating her thoughts. She HAD to see it. -------------------------------------------------- Mikey was enjoying the soothing heat of the water running over his tiny body. He did not notice the bathroom door open or Ms. Stark’s entry until the shower curtain was open. He turned and looked at her in surprise, his eyes bulging at the sight of her. She was magnificent! Her large breasts and wide hips on her statuesque frame were intoxicating. Her smooth, clean-shaven mound was…then he realized he was seeing a naked woman for the first time! His jaw dropped and he stepped back as she stepped into the tub, closing the curtain behind her. Ms. Stark’s gaze locked onto Michael’s cock. It was…huge! Looking at it she had to guess it was over a foot long and so thick! She didn’t say a word. She just dropped to her knees and worshipped this god in cock form! Her tongue ran along the veiny underside, caressing it with the moistness of her vocal muscle. She leaned forward and pressed her breasts against the sides, enwrapping the massive meat between her monstrous mounds. Michael gasped as she toyed with his tool, the pleasure so intense. “M-m-ma’am,” he inquired? “Ohh, that feels so much better than my hands!” She looked up at him, liking that title. Ma’am…it was so simple, yet elegant and sounded nice. She put her pouty lips to the head of his cock as she massaged it with her incredible breasts. Michael stood there, his cock throbbing madly, and enjoyed it as she licked and sucked on the thick crown. She didn’t even try to get it into her mouth. He looked up at him and spoke in a serious tone. “Michael, masturbation is a vile, disgusting habit. You will never, ever do so again. Understood?” Mikey looked down and nodded feebly, his eyes locking to hers as she gazed up at him while teasing his tool. This was too much. The sensations were heavenly and he couldn’t believe he was living the dream of every boy in school! He groaned as his muscled tightened, his balls clenching. Then he erupted! Ms. Stark was caught off guard as the thick jet of hot cream launched into her mouth. It was not several spurts, as she had expected, it was one long, continuous stream that filled her mouth quickly. She gagged and drew her head back, getting her face sprayed with the slippery sludge, coating it completely. She opened her mouth again to catch some more, swallowing as best she could as it dropped down her face. When his orgasm finally finished, Mikey looked down at the cream coated face of his English teacher. She was smiling ear to ear as the water washed it off. She swallowed one last time, gulping down the remains of his seed. “Mmmmm,” she said, “tasty!” She stood up and smiled at him and he looked back at her, still in shock. His teacher looked down again and saw he was still hard! “Oh my! After that you are still fully erect?” “I’m s-sorry,” he said lamely. “It’s my medication. It has this side effect. I’m nearly always like this.” “Oh, don’t apologize, Michael. This is a good thing.” She grinned a sinister smile and turned off the water. She stepped out and grabbed a towel, wrapping her hair up in it. “Come out and let’s dry each other off.” He did as he was told and they dried each other. Then she grasped his cock and all but dragged him to her bedroom. She guided him to the bed and he lay on his back. She knelt between his legs, still smiling and gripping his tool. “Now, Michael, as I have rescued you today, I believe I am entitled to a reward. I claim this!” She squeezed his cock, making him groan. “It is mine now, my own personal property. I can do anything I want with it, whenever I want to and wherever I choose. You shall never refer to it as yours again. You shall call it “Ms. Stark’s cock” or “Ma’am’s cock.” Is this understood?” Mikey nodded as she stroked the thick shaft. He watched, entranced, as she grabbed a bottle of liquid lube from the nightstand and generously applied it to his humungous dick. She got up on her feet and squatted over the upward pointing thing, guiding it with one hand to her slit. With her other she spread her labia, opening herself for it. Once there she slowly began to descend. Hey eyes clenched shut as her pussy split, stretching like never before. “Unhh,” she exclaimed! Would it fit? It had to! She wanted it all! She tried to take it slow, but her legs were quivering and Michael’s cock throbbed like a maddened animal. She lost her strength and fell upon the massive meat, gasping out as all the air left her body. The crown breached her cervix and filled her womb, the walls of her sheath grasping and rippling against it. Stars were in her eyes, blinding her with pain as an orgasm ripped through her! It was so intense! Mikey & Ms. Stark Ch. 02 The other club members encouraged him to continue his tale. He took a swallow from his glass and stretched a little, then leaned forward to continue. "Well, I am glad you are all enjoying my little story. Your enthusiasm has inspired me to keep spinning the tale. Everyone refresh your drinks, take a break and when you return there will be more for you to hear." Everyone did just that, getting more coffee or wine, stepping outside for some air or using the facilities. They all returned and gathered 'round again and the man started the next chapter in the story of Mikey and Ms. Stark... -------------------------------------------------- The next day was Saturday. It’s a good thing it was, too, considering how much energy Mikey and Ms. Stark expended through the night. The both needed time to recuperate. Ms. Stark was laying on her side, behind Mikey who was also on his. With her arm over his waist she clutched him against her like a child might clutch her favourite teddy bear. Mikey woke up in this clutch and immediately panicked. He went rigid with fear and shivered. His trembling woke his teacher, who immediately snuggled closer and rubbed his stomach while whispering softly into his ear, “It’s allright, Michael. Everything is allright.” The warm embrace, coupled with the soothing tone of her voice, was enough to calm him. It wasn’t his vile mother trying to take advantage of him or his violent father who had come to hurt him. It was Ms. Stark, his teacher, who would protect him. He nestled more firmly back against her and they both sighed in relief. Mikey felt safe. He could not remember ever feeling safe like this before. He put his hand over his teacher’s and relaxed, bathing in the warmth and feeling of safety. Ms. Stark felt needed. As a teacher she often felt taken for granted, helpless and generally that her talents were wasted. She would try to help her students, both scholastically and personally when needed, but generally got the cold shoulder. Her stern demeanor was probably the reason, she thought to herself. This felt different. She had made an immediate and significant difference in this boy’s life, a change for the better. It felt good. The things they had done last night also felt good. Oh, and how! She was surprised to find she felt no guilt regarding her seduction of her lovely student, and why should she? They had both enjoyed themselves immensely. She idly reminisced as she lay against Mikey while feeling a barrier fade away. She wondered what other barriers he might inspire him to break. Then that annoying responsibility kicked in. She had taken a boy in need into her home and now she had to take care of him and in more ways that just sexually. For instance, he needed new clothes. When she appropriated him from his parents he had only his schoolbooks, backpack and the clothes he wore. That would hardly be enough. “Good morning, Michael,” she whispered softly into his ear, “how did you sleep?” Michael turned onto his back and Ms. Stark caressed his cheek. Michael smiled and said, “Good. I slept really well. I don’t think I ever slept so well.” “Well, I am glad you find my bed so comfortable. I would very much enjoy lying here with you all day, but I fear we must get up now. We have things to do today?” “We do? Like what?” “Well, young man, you can’t wear the same clothes every day. We will have to get you some new ones. I also think it is time for a haircut. You look like you mother cut your hair.” “She did. She said it wasn’t worth spending the money on for something she could do for free.” “Well, your mother obviously is not a trained hairstylist. We’ll get you a nice cut that suits you. Then we will see about some new glasses. Those ones make you look like a fly.” Mikey lay there with her, wishing he could stay there. “Ma’am, can’t we stay just a little longer?” Ms. Stark shook her head. “No, Michael. The day is wasting, time to rise.” The boy sighed and rolled out of bed, stretching as he stood. His manhood was flaccid, dangling between his legs almost to his knees. He had to steady himself on the nightstand as a wave of dizziness washed over him. He needed his medication to counter his low blood pressure, but first he needed to pee! The morning was the only time he was soft enough to do it. Soon after he took his medication he’d be “up” for the rest of the day and night. He took a moment to gaze upon the beautiful, voluptuous form of his teacher. Her long, dark hair contrasted her milky white skin. Her luscious curves, long legs and supple waist were a boy’s dream! He couldn’t believe she had taken him in like she did. Not only that, she hadn’t run away screaming when she saw the size of his penis. Instead, she had adored it and used it to bring about great pleasure to both of them. He smiled at the memory, wondering if he’d imagined it all. Then he turned and trudged into the bathroom. Ms. Stark had to stifle an undignified giggle as she watched him walk away. The way his dick dangled, waving back and forth as he walked was hypnotic and could have put her into a sensual trance had she not also enjoyed the view of his cute little butt. She spun to face the edge of the bed and sat up, then gasped. That hurt! Oh did her ass ever hurt! She considered the side of the cock that had jack hammered into it the night before and shook her head. How had it ever fit? No wonder she was so sore! She quickly stood up and immediately had to open her legs. That hurt too! Oh no! How could she leave the house if just closing her legs was painful? And her pussy was so strained! She took a few minutes and slowly, bit-by-bit, inched her thighs shut. It hurt, but she would just have to endure it. After all, it would be very undignified to walk about all bowlegged all day long. She stumbled into the bathroom with the very bowlegged walk she feared and hoped the pain would fade soon. Mikey was just flushing the toilet and he turned to face her as she entered. He took one look at her tight face and said, “Ma’am, are you allright?” “I’m fine,” she whimpered, “I’m just a little bit…overdone.” She blushed an impressive shade of crimson as she remembered riding Mikey’s mammoth meat over and over again the night before. Seeing it dangling again, she was unsurprised at how sore she’d gotten. What had gotten into her, using the boy so shamelessly like that? This wasn’t fair! That deific dick had given her more pleasure than anything she had ever felt before. Considering how much she hurt today, she probably would not be able to fuck him again for days! Well, she’d just have to get used to it, she supposed. Still, she was unsure what was worse, not being able to make use of her new favourite toy or the agony that came after such use. That cock begged to be fucked and she couldn’t perform. She felt so inadequate. Mikey took his medication, and then turned on the shower, setting it nice and hot. He stepped into the tub, carefully holding the side so he wouldn’t get dizzy again and fall. Ms. Stark followed him in, also holding the side of the tub, though for an altogether different and more painful reason. The two washed up, taking their time and enjoying the luxurious warmth of the water. As they showered, Ms. Stark said, “I will make an appointment for you with Mrs. Cratt. She is a friend of mine and an excellent seamstress. I think that, considering your rather impressive manhood, you will need a custom fit. She will take good care of you. Also I will make an appointment for you with Gail, my hairstylist. She will undo the damage your mother has done to your hair. Lastly, I will make an appointment for you with an optometrist. If you need new glasses we might as well see if you need a new prescription to go with it. That will have to be tomorrow, however. There is only so much time in the day.” Mikey was aghast! Custom clothes, a professional haircut and new glasses. “Ma’am, that sure sounds like an awful lot of money to spend on just me.” Tut,” she replied, “These are all necessities. You let me worry about the cost.” It would cost a lot, but she could probably get a deal with her friend Mrs. Cratt. They had known each other for a long time. Mrs. Cratt had been a widow for the past three years. Her husband had died in a car accident and she had seen nobody since. Perhaps she could offer her something other than money. After all, three years was an awfully long time to be celibate.” As for Gail, Ms. Stark was certain she could make an alternative arrangement with her. As she thought about these possibilities a twinge of guilt rose within her. Was she really considering trading Michael’s services for goods? Would he even go for it? Would Mrs. Cratt or Gail? Well, Gail certainly would, but Mrs. Cratt might not. Surely three years was long enough that she would be tempted. -------------------------------------------------- Two hours later breakfast had been served, the dishes washed, dried and put away and the appointments made. The Teacher and student arrived at Mrs. Cratt’s shop. Mrs. Cratt was a thirty three year old woman with a sad demeanor. It was plain how she missed her husband. Ms. Stark felt for her great loss, wishing she could ease her friend’s suffering. Perhaps she could. Soon she would find out. “Good morning, Eleanor,” chimed Mrs. Cratt. She stepped up and embraced her friend, then looked at the boy. “You must be Michael. Ms. Stark has used many kind words when she told me about you.” She had a warm, deep voice, the kind that instantly puts children at ease. It put Mikey at ease too. Mikey blushed and smiled. He took a good look at the seamstress. She was not an unattractive woman. She had long, platinum blonde hair that was braided and went down to her knees. Her face was soft and rounded, adding to the impression of warmness. She stood about five feet tall and had a natural thickness to her. She was not fat by any stretch of the imagination; she just had a large structure. She dressed in a manner that hid her femininity, however, as if she did not want people to notice. Ever since her husband had died she had dressed that way. She wore a plain, green dress shirt and a plain, brown full-length skirt. She looked very huggable. “Michael needs a fitting,” said Ms. Stark, her Victorian accent contrasting with Mrs. Cratt’s warm, inviting voice. “He needs a full dresser and closet full of clothes as fast as you can make them.” “I see,” responded the seamstress, “then let’s get to it. Michael, remove your sweater and shoes and we will get started.” Mikey paled and stepped back a little, obviously not happy with the idea of taking off his sweater. It was the only thing that hid his incredible cock-size. Ms. Stark put a hand on his shoulder and knowingly said, “It’s allright, Michael. Do as she says.” Her voice was at once soothing and commanding and Mikey was unable to resist a command. Nearly two decades of abuse had made him very pliable. He exhaled slowly and first took off his shoes, then timidly lifted his sweater over his head. Mrs. Cratt twitched when she saw the outline of Mikey’s humungous cock under his shirt. Holy heaven above! Her friend had warned her that he had an impressive penis size, but who ever could have imagined this? It was hard, too! This wasn’t a cock, it was a baseball bat! Mrs. Cratt stood there, twitching a little, then hesitantly said, “Please take off your shirt, Michael. I will get better measurements that way.” It wasn’t really necessary, of course. She just really wanted to see that wonderful tool, had to see if it was real! Mikey reluctantly did as told after looking at Ms. Stark, who nodded to him reassuringly. He unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. “Now your trousers,” said his teacher in that soothing yet commanding voice. Mikey unbuckled his belt, and then removed his pants. Ms. Stark herself pulled down his underwear. Mikey stood there and let her, trembling fearfully. Why was she making him do this? Why was Ms. Stark forcing him to expose his freakish dick to this total stranger? Why was she smirking? Mrs. Cratt stood there motionlessly staring at his pulsing dick. It was amazing! So hard…so…gargantuan! She stood there for a full minute just staring before her will broke. She could not resist taking her tape measure to it. She wrapped the tape measure around his cock’s base, measuring the circumference. Twelve inches around! Then she drew it out along his length. Sixteen inches! “Oh…my…god,” she exclaimed in a whisper! Mikey slumped and felt completely humiliated. Ms. Stark, whom he had trusted to protect him, had just forced him to display his most reviled feature to this woman! Ms. Stark noticed his silent yet plain suffering and felt like a first class heel. Why did the boy so hate his wonderful cock? It was a marvel. A treasure. He should be proud of it and she was determined to help him become so. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, “I need you to trust me, Michael. I am your teacher and have only your best interest at heart. Your cock is a gift and you should be proud of it, not embarrassed by it. Look how Mrs. Cratt stares at it. She’s in awe and rightly so! Your cock is an awesome thing!” Mikey looked at Mrs. Cratt, absorbing the expression she had on her face. He watched her reach her hand to it, kneeling in front of him, and touch it, as if wanting to make sure it was real. He watched her shiver as she started to stroke it and started to wonder if Ms. Stark was right. Mrs. Cratt lovingly caressed the incredible cock in front of her, reverently running her hand slowly up and down its length. She thought about her husband, about her three years of mourning. Gods, it still hurt to this day when she thought about her loss…but three years was a long time! “I’m sorry, Richard,” she said to herself, referring to her husband. “Lord knows I love and miss you. I know I said I would never have another man, but please forgive me. I need this!” Ms. Stark smiled at her and said, “Remember that offer I said I had for you on the phone? This is it. The full use of Michael’s cock in exchange for custom fit clothes on a one use for one piece basis. What do you think?” Mrs. Cratt nodded as she looked at the massive meat. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. “Yes…yes, a deal…but I can’t…it’s too big. I have to work up to it. Give me a week. I will make as many pieces as I can in that time while I…prepare. Then I will collect. Please?” Ms. Stark nodded, accepting the offer. “We have a deal. You know where I live. Come by in a week with the clothes and you may collect your fee.” Mrs. Cratt stroked the big, thick cock in front of her as if shaking her friend’s hand. She wasn’t sure who got the better bargain. -------------------------------------------------- As she drove to the salon, Ms. Stark thought about what she had just done. She had just offered her student to her friend in exchange for goods. The implications hit her suddenly. She was a pimp! She had just pimped her darling Michael! For some reason, though she thought she should feel guilty, she didn’t. Instead she felt POWEFUL! She liked this feeling. She liked the idea of controlling whom Michael had sex with. Her heart raced as she realized this and a wicked grin creased her lips all the way to the salon. Mikey’s thoughts were pounding in his head. Ms. Stark had rescued him from his domestic nightmare, removing him from the house of his evil parents and taken him into her home She was getting him new clothes and more…but she had basically traded him to Mrs. Cratt! He wasn’t sure what to think of this. On the one side, he was humiliated. He felt like he had no control of his own body. On the other hand, he felt he owed Ms. Stark. How could he deny her demands when she was taking care of him, letting him live in her apartment rent-free? Besides, it’s not like sex felt bad! Mrs. Cratt was attractive, too. Not as gorgeous as Ms. Stark, but definitely the opposite of ugly. He remembered how his cock had entranced Mrs. Cratt, staring at and stroking it with that look on her face. The same look his dad gave the beer in the fridge or that his mom gave new shoes. It was a look of desire. Mrs. Cratt desired his cock! She wasn’t reviled by it! This was a revelation. For possibly the first time ever, Mikey felt attractive! -------------------------------------------------- Mikey sat in the salon chair as the hairdresser worked on his hair. He looked at her in the mirror. She looked like a bleached blonde bimbo! She was the same height as him, five foot six inches tall. She wore a tight sweater that formed snugly over her C cup breasts and tapered along her waist. Her hips flared out and made her pants look like they were painted on. With her slim frame and ample curves she looked like a model, or she would have if her make up job had not screamed out slut! Ms. Stark watched as the boy’s hair was expertly shaped and chatted to kill time. “So, Gail, I imagine you’re still the party girl, hmmm?” “Oh, you know it!” “Are you still the man eater?” “Oh, hell yeah!” Gail giggled and said, “You know my motto: “love ‘em and leave ‘em when ya find one better.” “Until you find the right man?” “I’m more interested in right now! As long as he’s got what I need, he’s the right now man.” She giggled as is she was a true blonde. “A nice hunk who’s nicely hung and I’m in dreamland!” Ms. Stark grinned. Gail was pretty open about her sex life. She loved to talk about it at length. She didn’t think much of Gail’s lifestyle choice, but who was she to judge, really? Besides, she was a very good hairdresser. “Well, I imagine you have yet to meet the man big enough for you. Last time you told me you prefer getting fisted to actual sex.” “Mmmmm. Oh god yes! No cock can ever compare to a nice, balled up fist. I get stretched sooo good!” “Well, I don’t know about that. That depends on the penis in question.” “Oh, come on, Eleanor, we both know that there’s no such thing as a fist sized cock!” Ms. Stark merely grinned. Gail was crude, but she knew what she liked. “Actually…” She let her voice trail off. Gail took the bait, stopping cutting Mikey’s hair as she turned to look at Ms. Stark. “What? You haven’t seen one like that have you?” Ms. Stark’s grin widened, displaying her gritted teeth. Gail begged, “HAVE YOU? If you have, you have to tell me! You have to introduce me!” “Gail, meet Michael.” Gail looked back at Mikey in the mirror. This little twerp was the one? HE had the fist- sized cock? No way! No…freaking…way! “You gotta be kidding me!” “Not at all. In fact, he was measured this morning. He is sixteen inches long and twelve inches around.” Ms. Stark watched Gail begin to drool as she looked over Mikey’s shoulder, trying to see. “I might even let you try it…if it’s worth my while.” “Babe, if you provide it I’ll give ya both free hair service and products!” Gail finished up the haircut then spun the boy’s chair around. “Don’t keep me waiting, take it out?” Mikey looked over his shoulder at Ms. Stark, who was locking the door and closing the blinds. “Go ahead, Michael,” she said, “Do as she asked.” Mikey sighed and stood up, then undressed. Gail’s eyes bulged when she saw the colossal cock waving in front of her. “Oh…my…GOD,” she exclaimed! “Boy, I am gonna ride you hard and put you away wet! I’m gonna use your cock like…” “MY cock,” exclaimed Ms. Stark as she cut the hairdresser off. “It’s mine! I own it. You are merely…renting it.” “Whatever. As long as I get to use it!” Gail hurriedly shuffled out of her clothes, completely unashamed of her nakedness, or of the fact that Ms. Stark was watching. She got down on all fours and shouted, “Hard and rough, dick-boy! Ram that cock up my cunt! Gimme all you got and don’t be gentle about it!” Mikey again looked at Ms. Stark while Gail waved her ass in the air invitingly. “Ma’am? You really want me to?” Mikey & Ms. Stark Ch. 03 Kimiko Hazaki was a slut. She knew she was a slut and she loved being a slut. As far as she was concerned life was to be enjoyed to the fullest there was nothing she liked better in this life than to be full of hard cock. A handsome man with a nice, thick dick was the greatest of treasures. Fortunately, there was an abundance of treasure in school. Several football players, some of the basketball team, the vice principal, even a few of the boys' fathers was worth her while. Kimiko also knew no fear. Ever since she had been able to walk she had been instructed in the art of kung fu. She had read Sun Tzu's "The Art of War" at the tender age of 16 and not only understood it, but was able to apply its lessons. She knew how to set goals and work to achieve them. Her goal was sex and she achieved it often. She had no problems attracting the boys either. She was a tiny little thing, standing a mere 4'10" tall and weighing all of 85 pounds. He long, black hair went halfway down her back and framed an exotic face with Japanese features. She dressed like a trailer park slut with shirts that she tied in the center of her torso, exposing her midriff and accentuating her B-cup breasts (which on her tiny body seemed bigger than they were). She wore low riding, skintight shorts and usually cutoff jeans that clung to her hips and stopped where her but joined her thighs. Ordinary but expensive running shoes rounded out her usual ensemble. If she hadn't had her own Mercedes Benz convertible people would assume she really did live in a trailer, probably in sin with her father and brothers if she'd had any. She also was a daddy's girl. As an only child and the only female presence in the house since her mother tragically passed away Mr. Hazaki doted on her. He gave her whatever she wanted and used his considerable wealth to make sure Kimiko got to be where she wanted to be. Many times he had made sure she avoided the consequences of ill thought out actions by either financial intimidation or bribery. Kimiko had a problem. This in itself was unusual. Problems of hers had a tendency to fade away thanks to her father's influence. This problem, however, refused to buckle under. Ms. Stark seemed bound and determined to fail her in English. Well, it would go away at the end of the year. As long as she passed the provincials she would pass the course and the year. Her Dad could get her into any university she wanted so her grades really weren't a concern. She was looking forward to that. She would go away to school, have her own apartment off campus, join a sorority and have lots of sex with endless amounts of college boys and professors. Ms. Stark, however, had a different point of view. Kimiko had missed 11 classes already this year. That enough was good enough for her to justify an incomplete course, guaranteeing that Kimiko would at least require summer school. This was not what she wanted, though. Ms. Stark saw great potential in Kimiko. She was obviously highly intelligent and could achieve great things if only she would apply herself to something other than her next sexual encounter. The wasted potential made Ms. Stark quite annoyed with the spoiled little brat. Ms. Stark had a plan, however. Kimiko had a weakness for boys and she had just the thing to take advantage of that. Mikey might not be the hunk that Kimiko usually dated, but Ms. Stark was certain that his gigantic attribute would make up for that. He would be the tool she used to change Kimiko for the better. That, however, would be later. Right now she wanted the boy for her own use. He had been sucking on her nipple in his sleep, which, while very cute, had made her extremely aroused. She had gotten him his pill, made his breakfast, done the dishes and now they were in the shower together. His medication's side effect had kicked in and Mikey's elephantine erection was waving at her, like an invitation, calling her over to make use of it. She was washing away the lather she had built up. She slowly went to her knees in front of him and pressed her humungous hooters to either side of that incredible cock and mashed them against it. The marvelously pleasant friction of her massive mammaries' massaging of Mikey's monstrous meat was tremendously enjoyable to them both. Mikey moaned as she pressed the tip of her tongue to the tiny slit from which his seed would splatter and opened her mouth as wide as she could, wrapping her plump, pouty lips around the crown. Mikey's muscles tightened and he closed his eyes, his eyes rolling in his head as he moaned from the bliss his teacher was giving him. Ms. Stark started to moan and suck on the purple head, sending vibrations through his shaft. It was heavenly! He had to hold a hand against the shower wall to keep himself steady while the pleasure rippled through his cock. The way her huge, soft breasts massaged his arm like shaft and her thick, soft lips kissed and caressed his cock's crown, the sensations of her terrific tongue teasing the tip, it all felt so amazing! Ms Stark was happily paying homage, on her knees in supplication, to the supreme organ. She played with and polished the all-powerful penis. Mikey gaped out, "Ma'am!" Then he grunted and groaned as he launched a powerful stream of seed, anointing his teacher's mouth and face with his thick jizz. Ms. Stark gleefully accepted the blessing, licking her lips and chin to gather up as much of the spunk she could get while the shower's spray washed away the rest. Slowly Ms. Stark stood up, gazing longingly and lovingly at the boy. She wanted that cock inside her so badly. Patience was one of her strengths, though, and she had a plan for that cock later. "All right, Mikey," she said with that enchanting English accent of hers, "time to dry off and get dressed." Forty-five minutes later they arrived at school. Mikey was getting out of the car when he felt his teacher's hand upon his shoulder. He turned his head and looked over his shoulder at the stern woman whom he was rapidly coming to think of as his mother figure. "Mikey," she said, "come to my classroom at lunchtime. Do not dawdle. I expect you there immediately after class ends." "All right, Ma'am," he responded. Of course he wouldn't dawdle. He would never keep her waiting of he could help it. After all, he was safe with her and feeling safe was something he had needed for too long. Once inside the school his new glasses and haircut got him a few curious looks. His new Canucks jersey, which did a fine job of concealing his boner, also drew a few eyes. He hoped none of the boys (or even the girls) would not strong arm him into giving it to them. That would be too humiliating! All those stares made him uncomfortable. He kept thinking everyone was plotting some horrible prank on him. This would be nothing new to him, but he really hated it when that happened. He was quite relieved when the bell rang to start classes for the day. Kimiko had English in the second block. She sat in the back of the class, looking at all the boys she found attractive. She was even starting to find a few of the girls attractive too. Perhaps she would have to explore a new aspect of her sexuality soon. Right now, though, it was still the boys she desired. A few seats away was that hunky quarterback on the football team. He could get at her back quarter any time! Then there was that tall, blonde haired boy from the tennis team. Oh, she would love to be served up to him! Over in the corner was… "Kimiko Hazaki, is my English lesson boring you?" Kimiko turned around to look at the harsh features of Ms. Stark. If only she would lighten up a little she would be sooo hot! But nooo! She always had this stern expression and she always wore clothes that, while not concealing, did not emphasize her best features enough. With jugs like those, why keep your top button done up? "Or perhaps you merely find frittering away my time more important than passing this class and graduating with your friends and peers. Well, young lady, you will stay behind and see me after class. We have something to discuss, you and I." Great. Now this amazon bitch was going to cut into her own time! She had planned on seducing the vice principal again during lunch, but now that plan was shot. "Yes, Ms. Stark," she said gloomily. What was Ms. Stark's problem anyway? Didn't she know her Daddy could buy and sell her like livestock? Well, maybe he should! She was a cow anyway! Always talking about being inspired by the "moos" She giggled quietly at her pun. Well, a lot of the boys were sure inspired by Ms. Stark's "udders…" She continued to daydream in the same manner for the rest of the class. When the bell rang she got up and tried to blend into the mass of students to escape her situation. "Kimiko, are you forgetting something," came the accented inquiry of the English teacher. Kimiko sighed and turned back, trudging toward Ms. Stark's desk. "All right. I'm here. So, like, what's the big problem?" Ms. Stark glared at the little girl and replied, "The problem, young lady, is your attitude. When you bother showing up to my class you never pay attention. I do not believe you have handed in a single assignment. Quite simply you are failing my class." "Like, big deal. As long as I pass the final exam I pass the year, right? Besides, it's not like "To Kill A Mockingbird" is gonna help me get anywhere in the real world. Besides, I don't need school anyway. I'm, like, totally rich!" She gazed smugly at Ms. Stark, thinking to herself, ‘Kimiko: 1, Uptight Bitch: 0.' "Actually, young lady, as your teacher I have certain discretions regarding whether or not you pass my class. You have skipped enough of them that I can deny you the chance to write the final exam and make you repeat the year." Kimiko glared at her teacher incredulously. "You wouldn't dare," she exclaimed! "My Daddy…" "Your father means nothing to me. I do not fear his wealth or influence. Your intended threat is hollow." Just then there was a knock at the door. "Come in," said the teacher. Kimiko watched as a geek with a nice jersey entered. Ms. Stark said, "Lock the door behind you, Mikey. Kimiko, I believe you know Mikey. You are in the same grade after all." Kimiko shrugged. She looked at the geek and wanted to gag. Michael Michaels was the biggest dork in the whole school! He dressed horribly, though the new jersey was all right, and his glasses made him…hey, were those new glasses? Oh well. His hair was…hmmm…new haircut. Still, once a geek always a geek. "Yeah, I know him." "Well, I have decided that in order to pass my class you need a little bit of help. Mikey will provide you with the help you need." Ms. Stark gave Mikey a reassuring smile, then turned back to Kimiko. "You have such potential. I would hate to see such potential wasted. You spend too much time shopping and with your promiscuous liaisons. You need some discipline, young lady, and I intend to provide it. You need to learn good study habits and Mikey is going to help you with that." "You're making him my study buddy?" "Exactly." "You can't do that. I don't want to and, like, you can't make me!" She gave Ms. Stark a challenging glare. No way was she spending her own time hanging around the geek supreme! Ms. Stark replied, "You are right, I cannot force you to work with him, but I can fail you and I will unless you accept my terms. Now, before you attempt to threaten me with your father's clout, let me reiterate that I do not fear your father and regardless of his response it will have no effect on my decision. Even if he somehow manages to break my tenure you will still fail and be required to repeat the course. Do you understand me?" Kimiko fumed! How dare this…this…peon make any kind of decisions regarding her. What had she ever done to her anyway? What was her problem? Was she jealous that Kimiko had gotten fucked in this decade and she had not? Ms. Stark continued. "Mikey has good study habits and learning skills which he can help you learn. You have the social skills he lacks and can introduce him to your circle of friends. You two can help each other." In the blink of an eye Kimiko went from merely annoyed to irate. "WHAT?!?!" She sets her hands on Ms. Stark's desk and leaned closer, glaring challengingly eye to eye. "No freaking way! If you think for, like, even one freaking minute that I'm going to ruin my whole life by letting this…this…king of the dorks hang around me then, like, you must have a broken brain! "Go ahead! Fail me! See if I care! I'm not…" Ms. Stark interrupted Kimiko's "shining moment." She had expected some defiance but hearing this girl so blatantly and forcefully put down her darling boy made her blue-hot with anger! She stood up her full, imposing height, her 6'3" frame towering over the diminutive girl. Her eyes narrowed and her demeanor went from professional indignation to viciousness. Her voice lowered and filled with venom. "You will not call Mikey "geek," "dork" or any other disparaging title. You will refer to him by his name and with respect at all times. Am I understood?" There was real menace in her manner and voice. Kimiko, fearless and confident, challenged her directly. "Or you'll what?" For the first time in years Ms. Stark's anger got the better of her. She reached over the desk and grabbed Kimiko by her shirt and hauled her over the desk. Kimiko was caught by surprise and squealed. She failed to resist. She fell on Ms. Stark's lap as the teacher sat down in her chair, the student sprawled over. She used her superior strength to hold her down and drew her to her knees. In the back of her mind she was unsurprised to see Kimiko wore no panties, but actively ignored it. "Little girl, you are in desperate need of an attitude adjustment and I intend to provide it!" Mikey watched the whole scene unfold before him with disbelief. Ms. Stark was sticking up for him and he couldn't remember anyone ever sticking up for him before! He felt proud of his teacher and flattered that she thought him worth defending even as he was horrified at the sudden violence. Kimiko struggled in vain against the bigger, stronger woman, trying to get free. She was shrieking and wriggling as fear filled her. She hated feeling fear, or would later when she was capable of feeling anything besides it. This giant freak had easily overpowered and manhandled her. She couldn't do this to her! She was Kimiko Hazaki, dammit! She was better than her! WHACK! Kimiko squeaked in shock as Ms. Stark's bare hand slapped painfully against her naked bottom. WHACK! WHACK! Again and again Ms. Stark's hand came down upon the backside of the insolent student. Nobody had ever treated her like this. Not even her own parents. Right in front of Mikey, too! This, without a doubt, was the most humiliating moment in Kimiko's young life. That little geek was watching her get her ass smacked by their teacher and probably thoroughly enjoying every moment of it. Got that was sooo hot! No, humiliating, not hot! Not hot at all and she was definitely not getting wet between her legs! ‘Stop dripping, you traitor,' she thought to her pussy. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Ms. Stark repeatedly slapped Kimiko on her shapely little ass and found that it felt good. She was surprised to find her student becoming aroused. She was dripping her vaginal fluids all over her skirt. She was equally surprised to find herself becoming turned on as well, her anger being replaced by arousal as her own pussy begun to dampen and engorge. This was a revelation! Her angry grimace slowly became a wicked grin. "Mikey, do you see what your teacher is doing? Kimiko needs discipline for being so disrespectful to you. No one is allowed to be so disrespectful to you." Kimiko arched her ass upward, silently begging for more with her actions. "Please," she begged. She couldn't understand why she was so turned on and at this moment she didn't care. She just wanted more! As Ms. Stark's hand fell again it smacked between her legs, right against her cunt! Kimiko screeched as she climaxed, her cum gushing from her pussy like a geyser! She soaked Ms. Stark's skirt as it squirted like a man would! "AAAHHH..! SHIT! FUCK! FUCK! OHGAWD..!" s. Stark stopped and watched Kimiko wriggle through her orgasm, amazed at the result. For several seconds her student writhed in her lap until her orgasm finally and mercifully subsided. She fell to the floor and fought to regain her breath as Ms. Stark gazed upon her in amazement. Ms. Stark's chest heaved as she inhaled deeply, making her breasts rise. She looked down at her soaked skirt, then over at Mikey. She stood up and demanded, "Mikey, come here!" She yanked down her damp skirt and let it fall to the floor, then stepped out of it. She stood there in her panties and blouse. "Get that cock of mine over here and fuck the English out of me with it!" Mikey froze, watching her take off her panties, feeling suddenly nervous. Ms. Stark stared at him hard and demanded, "NOW!" Mikey looked down at the trembling form of Kimiko, who'd recovered enough to lean up, then sighed and lowered his pants, releasing the beast. Kimiko's jaw dropped and her eyes nearly popped out of her skull when Mikey's pants fell. Holy shit! This little dork had a HUGE dork! He was packing a pecker that would put the entire school to shame! Her pussy pulsed just at the sight of it. She drooled as she watched Ms. Stark move into better view and bend over her desk, presenting her ass to the gee…to Mikey. She couldn't call him a geek anymore…not when he had a cock like that! By just the sheer massiveness of his manhood he deserved respect.. She imagined what it would feel like to be filled by that god in cock form, the pleasure it could inflict, and shivered, wishing she could have it. Ms. Stark moaned as Mikey put the head of his dick against her wet pussy's slit. Kimiko watched enviously and sympathetically moaned herself as Ms. Stark grabbed the base of Mikey's shaft and pulled him forward, forcing him to shove his dick into her. When Ms. Stark cried out Kimiko reached down and started to frig herself shamelessly. Good gawd that was a COCK! Mikey plunged deeply into his teacher, groaning as he re-stretched her vaginal walls, which so futily resisted his thickness. He thrusted and stroked as Kimiko watched and Ms. Stark bit her fist to keep from screaming out in a heady mix of pleasure and pain. Further and further he advanced and Kimiko wondered just how much would fit! Ms. Stark writhed on her charge's massive fuckrod as it endlessly impaled her. She felt so stuffed, so full! It was so warm, too, his cock that was so deep within her sheathe. The way it pulsed as it thrust and withdrew felt magnificent! None of her dildos could ever compare to this! She moaned against her hand while Mikey reamed into her over and over again. She squealed when she felt his hot cum erupt into her, filling her up while her student kept fucking and fucking her. Kimiko watched her teacher lose control while she fingered herself. One hand toyed with her clit and buried it's fingers into her pussy while the other went up her shirt and caressed her breasts and tweaked her nipples. She was now laying on her side, moving the hand on her breasts to her ass, caressing her crack and sliding first one, then two fingers into her backdoor while she wriggled her other fingers in her cunt. Ms. Stark went rigid as her body was suddenly wracked with orgasm. She clamped her tight pussy against Mikey's huge cock, making him have to push harder to keep up the pace. Her hands balled into fists and her eyes shut as her orgasm raged. She wanted to scream, but found herself breathless and unable to make any sound at all. She shook and came again, then again. Multiple orgasms were raging in her, making her helpless before the might of Mikey's dick. Mikey & Ms. Stark Ch. 04 Ms. Stark was in the office of Miss Carlot, the school nurse. She had a question she wanted to ask her of a somewhat delicate nature. Nurse Carlot had been with the school since she got out of school 16 years ago. She was a 39 year old, powerful looking big boned woman. She was 5'8" and weighed 165 pounds...all of it muscle. She was not a muscle builder or body sculptor, she was just naturally strong and worked out regularly. She had smaller breast, B-cups, and had possibly the greatest ass ever. She measured 38-32-40 and her rear was firm and well rounded. Her hair was long, but usually tied back in a ponytail for convenience, and of a reddish-brown hue, but no one really remembered her hair. Everyone commented on her ass. The literature fans said she had an ass that could LAND 1000 ships! Ms. Stark had the better "full body package" but Nurse Carlot had THE greatest ass in possibly the world! Nurse Carlot turned around in her chair and stood up as Ms. Stark entered the office. "Hello, Ms. Stark. What can I do for you today?" Ms. Stark closed the door behind her and sat on the couch, crossing one leg over the other. "I have a question regarding prescriptions. I was wondering if there was a drug that was specifically for the purpose of inducing lactation." The nurse instinctively looked at the teacher's heavy breasts, just for a moment, then back to her face. "Oh? Well, there is such a thing. It is generally given to women who adopt babies so that they can breast-feed them. Why do you ask?" "Personal reasons. How does one go about getting such a prescription?" "Well, usually it involves paperwork to prove you are adopting an infant. Any other way would be considered unethical." But not illegal," asked Ms. Stark with a raised brow? "Not technically, but it would not look good for the prescribing doctor." "I see. What if a medical professional, like a nurse for instance, were to vouch for the patient? Would that speed along the process?" "What is it you want, Eleanor? Are you asking me to get you a prescription?" Ms. Stark was quiet for a moment, his stern face giving away nothing. Then she finally whispered, "I would appreciate it if you could do that for me." "I probably could, but there is some risk to me involved. So, why should I get it for you?" Ms. Stark grinned impishly. She knew just what to offer Nurse Carlot... -------------------------------------------------- Mikey was very excited. Jimmy, one of the students in the chess club, had invited the whole club to his house to watch videos tonight. Mikey had never been invited to anything before, so for him it was a very big deal. At lunch he asked Ms. Stark if it would be all right and she had given him her blessing. He was looking forward to it. He never got to watch movies. At his parents house he was just never given the opportunity. So any movie they rented would be new to him. He was at his locker after school, getting his jacket and books when Kimiko strutted up to him with a grin on her face. "Hi, Mikey. Study time. Ready?" She wasn't really interested in studying, of course. She really just wanted in the half hour after studying...the half hour where that godlike cock was to be made available to her. After seeing Mikey in action the day before, ramming it into Ms. Stark as she was bent over the desk, she was more than ready. She was desperate! "Oh. Hi, Kim," Mikey replied. "Uh, I'm not going to study today though. Jimmy invited the chess club to his house to watch movies." He had a big grin on his face, displaying how happy the very idea made him Kimiko was not impressed. "You can't go. We have to study. Ms. Stark said so." "Well, yeah, but I asked her at lunch time if I could go and she said yes, so..." "So nothing. Cancel it. I'm not losing out on my time with your..." She looked around to make sure noone was listening. The last thing she needed was competition for Mikey's manhood. "With your dick," she whispered exclamatorily! "But..." "But nothing! We had a deal and you're gonna honour it!" Mikey's eyes started to fill with water as she demanded he cancel his plans. "But I never get invited anywhere for anything," she whined sadly. He looked absolutely miserable. Even Kimiko, selfish girl that she was, was not immune to a display of sheer misery. Her conscience tweaked when she saw how much it meant to him. Her expression softened and she wavered for a moment, then squashed down the "Jiminy Cricket attack." She HAD to have that cock! That huge, long, thick, massive cunthammer...it was beyond desire. It was NEED! "Well, after...after everything's done, how about I take you to this really good dessert place and get you a piece of cake, hmmm? Wouldn't that be nice? Now you've gotten two invitations in one day. Say yes and everything's great." She smiled at him, hoping she'd softened the loss enough that he'd go along with it. "It's not the same." "Mikey," she said in exasperation, "I want my time! I'm going to get my time! Now say yes and let's go!" Mikey's lower lip trembled, then his shoulders slumped in defeat. "Okay." He closed his locker and shouldered his back and dejectedly said, "Let's go." He trudged to Ms. Stark's classroom with his bag over his shoulder. Kimiko went with him, smiling a triumphant grin. She was going to get what she wanted, just like she always did. They went into the classroom, Mikey looking defeated and Kimiko looking very pleased with herself. Ms. Stark looked up from her book and was a little surprised to see them. "Mikey, I thought you had plans with the chess club today. Is something wrong?" "Nothing's wrong. It's study time, remember?" Kimiko smiled winningly, innocently and continued. "We're here for our session." " Mikey, I told you you could go with your friends after school today." "Oh, he decided he'd rather study with me...and enjoy the reward afterward." She winked at her teacher knowingly. She was looking forward to this so much! "I was asking Mikey," Ms. Stark replied sternly! "Mikey, do you want to study or go watch movies with your friends?" His expression was troubled. He really did want to go watch movies with the rest of the chess club. He had never seen Star Wars and was told it was an excellent movie. On the other hand Kimiko had rescued him from four bullies and he was grateful to her for sparing him the pain and humiliation they would have subjected him to. He sighed and looked down at his feet, afraid to say anything. Ms. Stark's eyes narrowed as she saw his reaction. "Mikey, you go with your friends. Kimiko will stay here." She was pretty sure Kimiko had brow beaten Mikey into coming with her today. It looked like the girl needed another lesson about respecting her favourite student and lover. Mikey smiled broadly and said, "Thanks, Ma'am." He gave her a spontaneous and affectionate hug. Ms. Stark felt herself becoming warm. As a general rule she discouraged public displays of affection and Mikey had caught her off guard. Had it been anyone else she would have broken the hug. Mikey was special...besides, it felt good. She hugged him back and enjoyed it. He left, running to catch up with the rest of the chess club and Ms. Stark closed and locked the door behind him, then spun and faced Kimiko with a harsh glare. The girl had her hands balled into tight fists and had a defiant glare on her face. She had been looking forward to being internally stretched like never before and now she had been denied. She glared back at the Amazonian teacher as if she were her equal. Ms. Stark was unimpressed. "So, pressure my Mikey into changing his mind, will you?" She stalked toward the normally fearless girl. Kimiko paled a little. Ms. Stark had a presence second to none. She was the ultimate authority figure and everyone knew it. She backed up a step as her teacher closed the distance, then another...and another...and soon found herself backed up against the wall. Ms. Stark towered over her, grabbed her by the hair and hauled her roughly to the floor by it.. Kimiko fell to her knees and hands. Ms. Stark planted her high-heeled foot on her back and forced her down to her stomach. "I'm sorry," yelped the girl! "You're sorry I caught you!" Ms. Stark put her knee on the small of Kimiko's back to hold her down and yanked her shirt up over her head. She struggled, but Ms. Stark was much bigger and stronger and had the advantage of superior position and leverage. The tiny girl's shirt came off and her teacher used it to bind her hands behind her back, tying them together with her hands at her elbows, leaving her in her bra. Kimiko had worn a lacy pink bra today in anticipation of the after study event, but she had not anticipated it being revealed like this! She squawked and squirmed and got a cuff on the back of the head for her trouble. Ms Stark hauled her up by her arms and bent her over her desk. "Don't move you little witch," she demanded, then went over to the blackboard. She picked up the meter stick off the ledge and brandished it like a weapon in front of her rebellious student. Kimiko paled at the sight of it. "Oh no! You're not gonna...you can't do that!" "Oh, can't I? You are about to learn otherwise. Now stay still. I am going to give you the discipline your father should have given you years ago." She stepped behind her student and hefted up the girl's skirt. She half smirked when she saw her panties matched her bra, lacey and pink. Kimiko squealed and Ms. Stark yanked her panties down, exposing her shapely little backside. She rubbed her hand along it soothingly for a short bit, calming the frightened girl. When Kimiko calmed a little she placed the flat end of the meter stick against her glutes, measured her back swing, then swung it hard. CRACK! Kimiko's eyes nearly popped out of her head! "AAAAHH!" Her squeal was loud and long, audibly showing the pain Ms. Stark's two-handed strike had caused. Ms. Stark had no mercy where Mikey was involved. She pulled back and swung the meter stick again. CRACK! "AAAHHHHH! STOP!" Ms. Stark ignored her plea and gave her another whack, then another and another. She carefully placed each strike, covering Kimiko's ass with red stripes. Kimiko writhed over the desk as stinging smack after stinging smack pained her backside. She yelped and moaned, pushing her butt out as she felt her mound moisten. She found herself getting turned on and couldn't understand why! Ms. Stark continued smacking the big ruler against Kimiko's but and now the backs of her thighs. She was surprised, amused and aroused at how she hoisted her heiney up, as if silently begging for more, even as she cried out in pain. She watched a teardrop of fluid leak from her student's slit and down her leg. "Spread your legs wide, little bitch! I've got more in store for you!" "Please," Kimiko begged, "no more! I can't take anymore!" "Oh yes you can!" Ms. Stark gave an underhand swing this time, bringing the meter stick up between Kimiko's legs and smacking the flat side right against her wet pussy! "HHHHH," Kimiko gasped as she felt the sting on her mound. "Oh...my...g-g-gawd! Uhhh!" Ms. Stark shivered as Kimiko wailed, reveling in the feeling of power. It was a rush! She excitedly watched Kimiko raise her rear up higher, inviting another smack. She watched the fluid leak down her thighs as the girl pleaded. "Please," she begged, but for mercy or another smack it was hard to say. Ms. Stark was amazed to find her own panties were soaked. This was even better than the first time she'd spanked her student! She exhaled loudly as she thought about it. "What do you have to say about how you treated Mikey," she demanded? "I...d-dunno," Kimiko responded. She readied for another smack and was not disappointed. WHACK! Right on her pussy again! "AHHHHH," she wailed. Her cunt was in agony and all she could think was that she wanted more. "Please! I really don't know!" "Yes you do!" Again she smacked the stick against her engorged vulva, inspiring another squeal of painful delight from her tiny student. "I...I guess I was selfish?" "You guess?" Again she slapped the tiny Japanese girl's mound with the ruler and again she responded with a scream. "I WAS selfish! I was very selfish!" WHACK! "Indeed, very selfish." Kimiko was crying now. She blubbered out, "I was so selfish and...and inconsiderate." WHACK! "Uhhh...please...n-no more!" Her breath was laboured as her pussy trembled from the pain and erotic pleasure. "I promise I'll do better." "And?" WHACK! "OOOOWWWWW! And...and I'm s-sorry...and I'll make it up to him!" "That's better." Ms. Stark set the meter stick down and gave Kimiko's burning red bum a firm, smooth rub. As she ran her hand across the girl's firm muscle she couldn't help but trail a finger along her slit. Kimiko gasped and Ms. Stark responded by sliding it in She drew it out again and rubber her thumb with the slippery, wet finger. Kimiko moaned as her tortured twat was violated, then shuddered when Ms. Stark stuck her finger back in again...then grunted as she felt her teacher's thumb breach her anus! Kimiko felt the double penetration and gritted her teeth. When the digits started to wriggle inside her she cried out long and loud and pumped her hips back while her body shook and was wracked by an intense orgasm! Ms. Stark watched in fascination as Kimiko came and came and came! Her tiny body quivered and she squirted what seemed like gallons of cum all over the side of her desk. It was like watching a man squirt! Until she'd seen Kimiko do it she'd never known a woman could cum like that...and she wondered why she did not. Kimiko suffered from nearly a full minute of orgasm. Her legs were numb and her knees felt like rubber. Had she not been bent over the desk she would have fallen to the floor. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I really am." When Ms. Stark heard her say "Ma'am," she filled with happiness. It felt a lot like when Mikey called her that. There was real emotion behind it instead of mere politeness. Her engorged vulva pulsed at the sound of the word and for a moment she was speechless. When she recovered her voice she said, "I believe you, Kimiko, and I forgive you. What about Mikey, though? Do you think he will forgive you?" Kimiko was quiet as she thought about that. She was apologizing for upsetting Ms. Stark. SHE was a strong woman worthy of respect. She was what Kimiko imagined her own mother might have been like, the mother she never knew...the mother that she had killed in childbirth. She wanted Ms. Stark's respect and wanted her to like her, even be proud of her. Mikey, on the other hand...Mikey was a spineless little wuss. Oh, he had an incredible appendage in his mammoth sized meat, and that was worthy of respect in and of itself, but he was easily manipulated and controlled. Why shouldn't she take advantage of that? Sun Tzu would! Because Ms. Stark didn't want her to, that's why, she thought to herself. "I...I think he will. I hope so." "Mikey is a good boy and eager to please. I have no doubt in my mind that he will forgive you." She took her fingers out of the girl and wiped them clean on a tissue, then steadied Kimiko and helped her stand again. She spun the little girl to face her, then lifted her and sat her on the desk. Kimiko winced as her burning bottom rested on the hard surface. "I believe Mikey would forgive you nearly anything. I, on the other hand, am not nearly so easily soothed. If I ever catch you mistreating him again or manipulating him in any way I will see to it that you never spend any time with him again...at least not the way I know you want to! You will never know the exquisite sensation of being gaped open wider than you thought possible, filled so full you can't imagine being empty again, truly pleasured by that powerful, hard, throbbing...oooohhhhh..." Ms. Starks 'eyes started to gloss over as she described Mikey's huge cock. It was like a drug...now she desperately wanted it! Kimiko too was feeling the desire, the need. Just the description made her boil with desire for Mikey's fat cock. "I'll be good," she pleaded. "I promise!" She meant it, too. For a chance to have that gorgeous, immense cock inside her she would be what Ms. Stark wanted and leave the misbehaving for things that would not affect Mikey. The spankings hurt, but she craved the emotions they inspired and the feeling of real care she felt from Ms. Stark as she administered them. And the orgasms, too. She couldn't forget the orgasms! -------------------------------------------------- Mikey had a grand time with the chess club. Star wars was his new favourite movie He had lots of root beer and chips and popcorn. He even ate almost a whole pizza by himself. When he finally called Ms. Stark to come pick him up he was very full and in a great mood. By the time he got home that had changed. His stomach was so sore! He had never eaten so much junk food in his life and his stomach was not appreciative of being so stuffed. Predictably he ended up on his knees in the bathroom, driving the porcelain bus. Ms. Stark was very pleased. She was glad that Mikey had had such a good time and mildly amused at his over-indulgence and how it affected him. Poor Mikey. Overdid it just a little bit, did you?" Mikey was rinsing his mouth out and silently promising to never eat so much crap again. "I guess so." "Well, let's get you to bed and see how you feel in the morning, then." Mikey whimpered and got into bed with his teacher, lover and mother figure, taking his usual place; laying with Ms. Stark's nipple between his lips and gently sucking it as he drifted to sleep. -------------------------------------------------- When Mikey woke the next day with his head on those huge, pillowy breasts he did indeed feel better. Tired, but better. Ms. Stark was stroking his head and asked, "How are you feeling this morning?" He lifted his lips from her nipple and replied, "Kinda tired." "You have not completely recovered, have you?" "I guess not." Well, I thin you'll just have to stay home today and get better." Ms. Stark got up and got ready for work while Mikey lazed in bed. He had never missed a day of school in his life. His mother would send him to school if his legs had fallen off. This would be yet another new experience for him. Ms. Stark came back into the bedroom and said, "I've arranged for the school nurse to come by and check up on you today. She will be here at 11." "Okay, Ma'am. Have a good day." Ms. Stark gave him his pill, a kiss on the forehead, then the lips and a gentle stroke on the cheek. "I'll be back right after school. You relax and get better. Remember, do whatever the nurse tells you to do." "Yes Ma'am." He smiled up at her lovingly as she re-tucked him in. She left and Mikey slept in until 10. He got up and had a shower, got himself some breakfast and cleaned up the dishes. That's when the door buzzer rang. Mikey went to the intercom and asked, "Who is it?" "It's Nurse Carlot," said a feminine voice in response. "Oh. Ms. Stark said you'd be coming. Come in." He buzzed her in and waited for her at the door. "Hello, Miss Carlot," he said in greeting when she arrived. "Hello Mr. Michaels," she responded as she came inside the apartment. She was dressed much like Ms. Stark did, in a collared shirt and knee length skirt with high heels. The only difference was the top button of Nurse Carlot's shirt was not buttoned up. Mikey was a little surprised to see her dressed in clothes other than her work clothes. Only the medical bag hinted that she was a nurse. "Well, Mr. Michaels, let's get to it. Into the bedroom, undress and lay down on the bed." "Undress?" "Yes, undress." "Oh." He thought this very unusual. Still, Ms. Stark said to do what Nurse Carlot said, so he would. He went into the bedroom with the nurse on his heels. He started to take off his clothes and she watched him with great interest. Mikey was self-conscious and shivered nervously as he stripped in front of the attractive woman who was just now reaching into her medical bag. Mikey & Ms. Stark Ch. 05 Ms Stark had to help Nurse Carlot out to her car early the next day and drive her home, then take a taxi back to her apartment. Nurse Carlot wasn't babbling anymore but she just would not stop talking about Mikey, his manhood and how it felt in her ass. She kept asking when she could have him again, begging, pleading and demanding. By the time Ms. Stark got home she was so horny that she went right to her bedroom, undressing on the way, with Mikey's pill in hand, woke him and made him take it. Then she planted her sex on his face, grabbed his soft, yet huge, cock and started to stroke it. "Use your lips and tongue on my pussy, Mikey," she demanded. "Don't be shy." Mikey was frightened. He had never done anything like this before! It was hard to breath with his teacher's well rounded butt in his face and his mouth covered. He had been caught off guard by her aggressiveness. He trembled under her as she lovingly caressed his immense meat. "What are you waiting for, Mikey? Lick me! You're going to lick my pussy until my cock is hard enough to be useful to me." Ms. Stark pressed down on the boy, waiting for him to begin. She moaned when he finally started, enjoying the sensation. It was nothing compared to the feeling of being stuffed more fully than a thanksgiving turkey with that god in cock form attached to him, but she needed to feel something while she waited for his arousal to, well, arise. Mikey started to lick, as she demanded. The smell was kind of heady, but the taste...he actually didn't like it. It was scary to have trouble breathing and a heavy weight on his head he could not escape from. That didn't stop him, of course. Ms. Stark had demanded he eat her, so he would. Besides, he didn't want her to asphyxiate him. He wriggled his inexperienced tongue around all over, not sure exactly how to go about it. He had trouble getting aroused. The position he was in and his fear made it near impossible. He listened to Ms. Stark as she said, "No, not like that," and "Oh, that's better," among other hints and instructions, trying to learn what to do. After about 5 minutes or so he started to get more pleased responses than warnings. His lips kissed against his teacher's mound, his tongue caressed her labia and slipped into her slit as she pressured against him. Ms. Stark started to kiss the fort dick she was stroking, licking the head in an attempt to cajole it to erection. Finally it started to grow. "Ahhh, finally, my cock is growing, getting all nice and hard. I want what Nurse Carlot got, Mikey. Come on, my slutty little boy, get it up for me." Her English accent added to his stimulation. She was always so prim and proper, but when she had his cock in hand she was like a different person. He continued his fumbling attempt at oral sex as he started to enjoy her teasing touch. With his dick expanding he hoped she'd be pleased enough to get off of his face so he could breath right again. Once his mammoth manhood had finally reached its peak immensity Ms. Stark lifted herself up off of Mikey and stood over him, facing away. "Mikey, reach into the night stand drawer and hand me the tube of lubrication." She didn't look back at him. She just stood there, giving Mikey an excellent view of her magnificent ass. Mikey did as she asked, hastily grabbing the tube and handing it to her. She opened the cap and poured a generous about of the stuff over his cock. She squirted some onto her hand as wee, using it to slicken her tight anus. "Ooohh," she moaned, "I've been waiting for this since Nurse Carlot started singing your praises. Do you know what you did to her? You've ruined the woman! She'll never be the same! That godly cock turned her into a raving, needy tramp! I do not know how I am going to deal with her now. Already she is demanding that I let her have my cock up her ass again. Well, it's MY cock and she can't have it unless I say so. You understand me, Mikey? Under no circumstances are you to fuck her unless I say so." As she spoke she continued to work the lubrication into her ass with her fingers. She kept thinking how heavenly it was going to feel having such a huge dick inside her ass again. If only she wasn't so sore afterward. Perhaps extreme measures would have to be taken to force her to adjust... Mikey watched his sexy teacher place the fat head of his cock at the entrance to her ass. She used her hands to spread her cheeks and started to fall upon it. "Ooooh," she moaned as the thick helmet pierced her rear. He groaned as well, feeling her tight canal squeezing his manhood as she struggled to take more of it. This made enduring that frightening wake up call worthwhile! He remembered the previous day when Nurse Carlot had come over and he had buttfucked her into submission. He remembered the moment when she snapped. One minute she was a woman in pleasure, the next a ravenous cavewoman who refused to let him stop or rest. Ms. Stark had just said he'd driven her into a sexual madness from which poor Nurse Carlot might never escape. The boy's self esteem rose a few notches. Mikey groaned as more of his cock was devoured by Ms. Stark's back entrance. Her gasps, sighs and moans of pleasure and pain were turning him on even more. He had enjoyed all the sex Ms. Stark had demanded of him, but now he was starting to become proud of it. He'd always seen his huge cock as a curse. Ms. Stark had shown him that not all women feared such a beast. Some would enslave themselves to it! Ms. Stark was an angel who had saved him from a pit of despair and introduced him to the world of sexual bliss of which he never dreamed he would ever be a part. Ms. Stark grunted, forcing her ass down on the boy's huge cock with greater and greater force. She wanted all of it and she was going to have it! "Thrust, little whore! Fuck that cock up into me! Shove your hips up hard!" She pushed down as he arched his hips, driving his deific dick deep into her ass! She shrieked as she fell upon it, fully impaled at last. She sat there, gasping for breath and savouring the sensations. "That's a good boy. Now, let's see just how good you can be to me." They didn't have much time before they had to get ready for school, but they made the most of it. Ms. Stark rolled onto her stomach and demanded that Mikey pummel her ass with every bit of strength he had. Mikey obliged, jack hammering his gargantuan girth up her butt with all his might. Ms. Stark screamed, groaned, grunted, came, moaned, bucked, climaxed and generally rode a wave of pleasure as Mikey relentlessly rammed his rod into her rear until he erupted inside her...then continued to fuck her until the alarm went off! Ms Stark was walking funny all morning. All the students and staff noticed it. It wasn't something you could hide. They commented on it in whispered conversations, wondering about its cause. When they saw Nurse Carlot in the same predicament, gossip flew fast and furious. Nurse Carlot seemed normal, but she had this slightly crazed look in her eyes that made people a little nervous. Students moved aside for her as she passed through the halls, giving her a wider berth than normal. She was going to her office when Mikey happened to walk by while heading for his second class of the day. "COCK!" Everyone went dead quiet, turning to stare in shock at Nurse Carlot as she pointed at Mikey! "Cock! Ass! HUGE!" She waddled toward the boy with that crazed look no longer slight. "More! More big cock in my ass!" She fell down on her knees, staring at the concealed salami he kept hidden under his Canucks Jersey. "CUM! Lots of cum! Cum in my ass! COCK!" Mikey had the "rabbit in the headlights" look in his eyes. This crazy bitch was going to ruin everything! He backed up, only to see Nurse Carlot knee-walk forward, reaching out to his dick. When he was leaned up against the wall, the nurse got her hands on him, displaying the outline of his massive manhood through his jersey via the outline it made. Everyone in the hallway gave a collective gasp! Ms. Stark heard the noise through her classroom door. It was muffled, so she thought it was just rambunctious kids. It was almost time for class to begin, so she got up to open the door, just in time to see Nurse Carlot pawing at her Mikey and exclaiming her praise of his huge cock and his use of it. Already upset by this, when she saw that his dick was prominently displayed for all to see by Nurse Carlot as she lifted up the boy's jersey and shirt, she nearly freaked. The poor boy looked like he wanted to die. All the students were gazing in shock and awe at the veiny monstrosity pulsing and throbbing in front of everyone, the monstrosity Nurse Carlot was raining kisses on at that very moment. How dare she embarrass her darling boy like this! How dare she put everything at risk! Ms. Stark burst into the hall, shouting, "NURSE CARLOT! YOU LET THAT POOR BOY GO RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" The nurse turned to look at Ms. Stark and begged, "Please? I need it! Need big cock! Gottahavit! Please, let him fuck my ass again!" Ms. Stark was livid! Nurse Carlot really had lost her senses! She was going to get them both fired and put in jail! She stomped up to the nurse and grabbed her under the arms. "Get on your feet!" The amazon hauled her up and dragged her off to the nurse's office, closing and locking the door behind them! Back out in the hall, Mikey pulled his jersey and shirt back down over his dick. All the students were transfixed by it. Jaws were wide open, eyes were bulging and not a one could look away. Mikey went beet red, looked left and right, then ran down the hall and out the door. He didn't stop until he ran into somebody. He knocked whoever it was over and fell beside her. He slowly got up and looked down to see a tall girl in a leather trench coat sprawled out on her back. A cowboy hat had been knocked off her head and was resting a meter or so away. She had long, brown hair and wore sunglasses. The bell to start class rang and Mikey seemed to recover a little. "Uhhh...I gotta go!" He turned and scampered away, rushing to his next class. He hoped disbelief would keep anyone from talking about what had happened. The girl watched him run away, rubbing her sternum where the boy's shoulder had hit her, wondering who he was. He was actually kind of cute. He was small and slim, geeky looking, but cute. She'd always had a weird attraction to boys who were shorter than her, especially the nerdy types. She didn't understand why and didn't need to. That she did was all she needed to know. Who was this boy? He'd run away before she even got a chance to say hello. Oh well. She had just been transferred permanently to this school so undoubtedly she would see him again. CRACK! Ms. Starks hand whacked across Nurse Carlot's face. She had to get her back to her senses! "You stupid imbecile! Are you so desperate to lose your job and your license? Are you ready to go to jail?" Ms. Stark was angry and scared. If anyone found out what she had been doing with Mikey it could take down the whole school! Nurse Carlot was crying, looking up at the English teacher. "But...but the cock! Need the cock! Cock in my ASS!" Ms Stark slapped her again, then again, trying to smack her back to her senses. "Listen to me," she demanded! "You will get to have "the cock" again. Just be patient! You can't ever let anyone know! What has gotten into you?" "The biggest cock in the world! Heehee!" Ms Stark rolled her eyes. This was not going well. "Nurse Carlot, pay attention. If you want to remain a nurse you are going to have to deal with this. As it is you likely will not be able to remain in this school. Now, I'm sure I can help you find another job, but you have to resign from this one. Do that and then, only then, can you have that huge cock again. Do you understand me? If you don't do as I say you will never be filled with it again!" Nurse Carlot looked horrified and nodded her head. "Okay. I...I'll do it. I'll do it today." Ms. Stark nodded. She might yet be able to contain this. Now all she had to worry about was the gossip of all the students. At lunch the gossip started. The dozen or so who had seen the shameless display Nurse Carlot had put on in the hallway and how she had exposed Mikey Michaels' genetic mutation started chatting amongst themselves. Passers by and those sitting close overheard and started talking about what they overheard. A few went to confirm the rumours they had heard while others ignored accuracy. By the start of the next class it was all over the school. The rumours were everything from dead accurate to completely exaggerated, but the one detail they all had in common was that Mikey Michaels, the biggest nerd in school history, the boy voted most likely to win a Bill Gates look alike contest, the same geek who couldn't buy a friend had the biggest, longest, thickest piece of man-meat between his legs to ever exist! Kimiko was not pleased! She had been waiting far too long for a chance to get a piece of the now famous penis and had carefully avoided ever mentioning Mikey's size. That had been hard, too! She had the scoop on the biggest piece of gossip ever (pardon the pun) and couldn't tell anyone for fear of competition. Now everyone knew and she hadn't been the one to tell anyone! She got no fame for uncovering Mikey's secret, no use out of it and generally got squat for protecting the little twerp! Damn it, today was the day whether Ms. Stark liked it or not! She would do whatever it took to get herself some of Mikey's freakishness buy hook or by crook! She had already started, in fact. She had made sure she was prepared for her after school lessons. She had read ahead in the novel she had been assigned. She had done an essay that she had skipped earlier in the year on it and even done a rough draft of it! Now she would suck up, lick boot, kiss ass and generally do whatever she had to convince Ms. Stark that she had earned a chance to get boned by Mikey. She pretty much ignored her classes, using the time to make sure she was ready for Ms. Stark's after school session with her and Mikey. She was leaving nothing to chance. When classes were done for the day she rushed to Mikey's locker and waited for him to arrive. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Mikey walked nervously down the hall. Everybody was staring at him, often whispering or pointing at him. Wherever he happened to go got suddenly quiet. This did not ease his tension at all. It felt like the Sword of Damocles hung over his head, ready to fall at the slightest touch. Lunch time had been quiet. He spent it with the others in the chess club talking about Star Wars and playing chess. His new friends had probably not heard about what had happened earlier in the day in the hall. They too were geeks and thus out of the general loop when it came to the school rumour mill. When lunch ended and he was going to his locker is when things got weird. Everyone gawked at him like he was naked and he didn't like it! When he got to his locker he got even more uptight. Kimiko was there waiting for him. "Hi, Mikey," she said pleasantly. He glared harshly at anyone who came too close or stared for more than a moment, warning them to back off with a malicious stare. "Hi, Kim," Mikey replied as he started to dial the combination. "You didn't come to school yesterday." "I was sick. Ms. Stark mad me stay home." "I see. How was your movie night the night before?" "Oh, it was fun. We watched Star Wars. Have you ever seen it?" Kimiko giggled, then grimaced. 'I do NOT giggle,' she thought to herself. "Of course. Who hasn't seen Star Wars?" "Well, uhh, I hadn't until the night before last. It was great." "It was okay. So, ready to go?" Finally, she was going to get him. This study session was going to be the one. "Yeah, I'm ready. Are you?" "Oh yeah! I've been waiting for this!" "Kim, why do you want to do this?" "Why? Are you kidding me? I'd give my inheritance for a chance with something like what you have." "Oh." Mikey looked like he'd just been rejected. "Is that all?" "Well, there is something else, but you have to promise not to tell anyone." "I promise." Kimiko looked slightly embarrassed as she said, "I really want Ms. Stark to be proud of me." "Really," Mikey asked? His eyes widened in surprise. This he could understand. Ms. Stark was a remarkable woman. Her approval was a very desirable thing. Unlike Kimiko, whom he felt loyalty to only because she protected him, Ms. Stark genuinely cared for him and had quickly filled the role his own mother never had. He wanted Ms. Stark to be proud of him too. Now he and Kimiko finally had something in common. "Okay," he said, "let's go." The two of them headed off to Ms. Stark's classroom. The other students noted that they went together and mentally thought about what that might mean, given the revelation of the day. When they arrived Ms. Stark was waiting. She quickly locked the door behind them and waddled (she was still walking kind of funny) over to her desk, sitting on top of it. She immediately hopped off again, scowling a little. Her rear was still sore from the morning's buttfucking. Ms. Stark spoke before Kimiko got the chance. "Young lady, I know you were looking forward to today's "tutoring," but I am afraid events have conspired against you. It seems there was somewhat of a ruckus earlier today in the hall. I am afraid things will have to cool down a little before you can have your session with Mikey." Kimiko raged inwardly! This was simply unacceptable! "No! I earned my time. You promised! I have to have it!" Ms. Stark glared at the girl, looking down over the top of he glasses. "This is not a request, Kimiko. This must be done." Kimiko's anger did not fade, but she did get it under control. Perhaps she could turn things to her advantage. "Well, I heard about the "ruckus" today too. It would be a shame if certain facts were to be revealed. If a complaint were made there might be unwanted consequences for certain faculty members." She grinned slyly. The unflappable Ms. Stark was about to be corralled. She would have Mikey and to herself after this! SHE would decide who gets the use of his massive fuckrod, not Ms. Stark...and she'd keep it all to herself. This was turning into a good day. Ms. Stark looked at her questioningly. "Are you threatening me, young lady?" Her glare became harsh, her lips twisted in a scowl. "I figured you would know better than that by now. I am very disappointed in you. Do you really think a complaint from you will get me in trouble? Consider who stepped in to protect Mikey. Consider your reputation and mine. Who do you think will be believed?" "Yeah, until they see where Mikey lives now!" Ms. Stark coolly replied, "I am not a simpleton, girl. I would arrange an alternate address before it ever got to that point. Now, what to do with you? I can't have you thinking you can threaten me, after all." She took off her reading glasses and held them by her head, appearing to be pondering a course of action. Kimiko's arrogant smile turned to a frown, then a grimace. This had not worked out at all! "You...you can't do anything right now. Too much heat," she said desperately. "It's too dangerous. You won't risk it..." "I might just in your case. True I cannot smack your bottom with the meter stick, making it turn that lovely shade of red while I listen to the smacking sound it makes and your delightful squeals the way that I should...at least not here or today." She got a devilish smirk as she said, "However, I can give you a Sunday detention. A detention to be served at my house." Her smirk went from devilish to downright vicious. "There would be no risk of interruptions there...and I would have much more time with you." Mikey & Ms. Stark Ch. 05 Kimiko's eyes widened by the moment! She thought about a whole day of being punished by the Amazonian teacher...a whole day of discipline. A look of fear formed on her face as she backed up a step, shaking her head. Her hands went to her crotch as she felt it moisten. A whole day of it...and Mikey would be there...watching? "Ohhhh," she groaned involuntarily as she pictured all sorts of scenes in her mind. "Yes, a Sunday detention. You will arrive sharply at 9 am, dressed appropriately conservatively. Do not be late. I will be very displeased if you are late!" Kimiko nodded slightly and said, "Yes, Ma'am." Her tone had changed completely. Gone was her trademark arrogance and conceit. In it's place was a trace of fear mixed with anticipation and desire. She shivered as moisture soaked the crotch of her panties. "You are dismissed," said Ms. Stark. Kimiko turned and went to the door, unlocking it, then fled the classroom. Ms. Stark had to restrain a chuckle as she saw the tiny little dervish flee. She turned her attention to Mikey as she packed up her bag. She went into her purse and pulled out a 10 dollar bill. "You will have to take a taxi home, Mikey. I cannot risk you being seen getting into my car today. I will meet you there." Mikey took the money and nodded in understanding. "Okay." The cab ride was uneventful, for which Mikey was quite thankful. He paid the driver and buzzed Ms. Stark's condo. She let him in and he took the elevator up. Nobody was in the elevator, for which Mikey was also pleased. He'd felt like a freak with everyone gawking at him all day and solitude was just what he needed right now. He exited the elevator and went to Ms. Stark's condo, knocking on the door. She let him in and he noticed a knowing grin on her face. Something was up. Did she have some new perversion planned? He hoped not. As much as he loved all the sexual activity she had thrust upon him right now he just wanted to disappear. A nice, long soak in the tub would ease his tension. Maybe a little Mozart to set the scene. He took off his shoes and set down his bag, then went over to the couch. Ms. Stark closed the door and went over to the couch as well, sitting beside him and putting an arm over his shoulders. Her other hand rested on his thigh and she leaned against him in a motherly (though inappropriately so with her hand where it was) manner. "I was just on the phone with Mrs. Cratt. Remember her? The seamstress? Well, it seems she has some clothes ready for you, all in a perfect custom fit. She's going to drop them by tonight so you can try them on and see if there are any final adjustments to be made. Then tomorrow you get to pay for them." She gave him a lushly lecherous grin as she said that last part. Mikey nodded as he remembered the previous Saturday. Mrs. Cratt had been the first person that Ms. Stark had exposed him to. She had looked at his manhood with such awe and love, then asked for a week to prepare. "Yes, Ma'am. I remember," he replied calmly. "Good. You're going to be a good little whore for Mrs. Cratt, right? She, of all people, deserves a good experience. I want you to be especially considerate to her tomorrow. She is still getting over the loss of her husband. So, whatever she wants, you must do. Do you understand, Mikey?" "Yes, Ma'am." He looked a little nervous, wondering just what he was in for and hoping it would be as pleasurable as all of his experiences so far. "Uh, she's not going to hurt me, is she?" Ms. Stark had to stifle a giggle at that. Mrs. Cratt wouldn't hurt a mosquito if it bit her. "No, Mikey. She's just going to get the shagging she paid for. That's all. Don't be afraid. I won't let anything bad happen to you." Ms. Stark patted his back reassuringly and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Now, I'm going to go get dinner started." She got up and sauntered into the kitchen, still waddling from the stuffing her butt had gotten this morning. Mikey nodded and said, "May I take a bath, Ma'am?" "Of course, love," she replied as she got dinner started. Mikey went into the bathroom and filled the tub, making it nice and hot. He brought in a book to read and turned on a little music, then set himself down for a long, relaxing soak. The buzz of the door woke him. He had fallen asleep in the tub! He fortunately had not gotten the book wet. He hadn't even opened it. He got up and out of the water, grabbing a towel to dry himself off with. He got dressed again and went into the living room. He smiled as he saw Mrs. Cratt sitting on the easy chair, Ms. Stark pouring her a cup of tea. He looked at the bundle she had on her lap. "Hello, Mrs. Cratt," he said. "How are you?" Mrs. Cratt looked up at him, setting her tea cup on the coffee table and then absently fingering her wedding ring. "Hello, Mikey. I am doing alright I suppose. I brought you a few things I made for you." She handed him the bundle. Mikey said, "Thank you," and opened it. Inside were 2 pairs of pants, 3 shirts, 6 pairs of socks and 6 pairs of underwear, all custom made for him. He inspected each piece, looking like a kid at Christmastime. "Oh wow! These are all for me?" "Indeed they are," the seamstress replied. "Double stitched and using the best materials I had. Why don't you try them on? I will check to see if they fit properly and if any adjustments need to be made I can take them home with me and bring them back tomorrow." "Yes, Mikey, try them on." Ms. Stark had a blank expression, but a hint of playfulness crept into her voice. "Undress and put on your new clothes." Mikey took a few moments to figure out what she was getting at, then nodded when he caught on. Get undressed...in front of Mrs. Cratt! "O-okay." He looked at both ladies for a moment, then started to undress. He removed his socks first, then his pants. He lifted his jersey over his head next, exposing the outline of his 16 inches under his shirt. Mrs. Cratt watched silently while fingering her wedding ring. Her eyes locked onto the outline of Mikey's monstrosity. Her lips parted slightly and she licked her lips. Was it really as big as she remembered? If so it was even bigger than her dearly departed husband's! She'd not thought that possible! Her husband had had a huge one himself. He had turned her into a size queen with it. He had measured 13 inches long and was quite thick. She had willingly enslaved herself to it, willing to do anything if only she would be allowed to worship his manhood. Could ANY cock really be bigger? It hardly seemed possible. She watched as Mikey dropped his briefs. Now only his shirt covered his dick. It throbbed and strained against his shirt and Mrs. Cratt gasped. She turned to look at Ms. Stark, her eyes wide. When her friend merely smiled back she returned her attention to the boy. He was unbuttoning his shirt, agonizingly slowly. Mrs. Cratt was breathing in quick gasps as she anticipated the revelation. She groaned when Mikey turned his back to her and took off his shirt. The boy did have a cute little bottom. It was small and surprisingly tight. Still, she was not interested in his rear. She wanted to see his dick! "Mikey, face front," his teacher called sharply. He winced and turned around. Mrs. Cratt gasped, her jaw dropping. "Oooohhh!" She shivered in her seat. Just seeing that big, bad boner had her on the verge of orgasm! "Ohhh, my goodness!" She clamped her legs shut, her hands gripping her knees as she gazed upon the boy's lovely large meat. "It's...it's as big as I remember! Ohhhh!" She watched his thick veined cock pulse and wave, as if it was beckoning to her. She crossed her legs and rocked, biting her lower lip as she rocked slightly. She rubbed her thighs together as she felt her womanhood moisten. Could she really wait until tomorrow? "Eleanor...please...can I...can I please start tonight. I brought several pieces. Just let me use one hour now! Please? Please?" Ms. Stark was quite pleased at her friend's response to seeing Mikey naked. "Oh, I suppose so. I will even be generous and say each sock counts as an individual piece. As such you have 23 hours of cock time. If you want an hour now, feel free." Mikey's face reddened. She was BEGGING! "Uhh, shouldn't I try on the clothes first?" "Later," his teacher responded. "First Mrs. Cratt is going to take partial payment for her labours." She settled into her seat on the couch, relaxing and sipping her tea. She watched Mrs. Cratt move in front of her darling boy, kneeling in front of his hugeness like she was in prayer. She grinned as her friend clasped her hands firmly around it, inspecting it with her eyes. She watched Mrs. Cratt look up and down his fat shaft, eyeballing every vein, every inch. Her breath flowed along it as she inspected, making Mikey shiver from the hint of pleasure it provided. Ms. Stark shivered in sympathy. Mrs. Cratt started to drool. This was definitely the biggest, fattest piece of man-meat in the world and here it was at her disposal! She flicked her long tongue out and snaked it along the trembling flesh and leaving a trail of moisture as she licked up Mikey's dick from the base of it. The boy's cock responded by bucking and pulsing. When she got to the purplish helmet she slid the tip of her tongue around the underside of it, teasing the soft, sensitive skin. She savoured the sounds of Mikey's pleasure-wracked moans. She loved how she could force pleasure on a man this way. It was such a turn on! Precum started to ooze from the tip, flowing down the head. When it touched Mrs. Cratt's tongue she squealed in delight. The taste nearly sent her into a frenzy. It was all she could do to control herself and continue to tease the incredible dick. This was a cock truly worthy of worship! Mikey marveled at the sensations the seamstress inspired with her talented tongue. The precision and skill she displayed was amazing. His knees were weakening and he fell onto the couch beside Ms. Stark. His teacher moved over to give more room. "Ohhh...Mrs. Cratt! That...that feels divine!" She stopped for a moment and looked into Mikey's eyes. "No, Mikey. This is divine! This is my god!" He held his cock in her hand, shaking it gently. She lovingly licked up the Precum and moaned rapturously as more flowed to replace it. She moved her lips to the fat head and started to suck the tip, gulping down the surprisingly voluminous Precum as it flowed unceasingly. Mikey gasped and clenched his hands, balling them into fists. He watched as Mrs. Cratt opened her mouth wider and wider. He watched as bit by bit the gargantuan girth of his fat, flaring cock head eased between her lips and into her mouth. "Oh! Oh my! Holy!" Was she actually...no! It was impossible! She was trying to get the whole head into her mouth! He squawked as more and more of the helmet was worked into her mouth. When the outer edge scraped past her teeth he groaned out a warning...too late! His dick bucked and pulsed in her mouth as his fire hose-like jet of thick, sticky cream blasted into her throat! Mrs. Cratt's eyes nearly popped out of her sockets when that never ending blast launched into her mouth and throat. She tried her best to swallow it as the hot syrup shot into her, but there was no way to keep up. It dribbled down the sides of her face from the corners of her mouth. She gulped and gulped, struggling to swallow as much as she could. She moaned as well, savouring the flavour of his sperm. When he finally finished she was shocked that his cock stayed swollen. She continued sucking on the over-sensitive head, holding up her hand, her indeed finger proudly held up as she signed, "That's one." It was to be the first of many. Two hours later Mrs. Cratt was at home, laying naked on her bed. Her hands were both between her legs as she relived the hour she spent at Ms. Stark's with Mikey and his wondrous cock. One hand had 2 fingers inside her pussy, the other caressed her clit. All that cum! He'd had 5 orgasms and they were each as big as the last. Did that boy never run out of cum? She'd sucked on that god in cock form for the whole hour. She'd had several orgasms herself just from blowing him. She frigged herself mercilessly, driving climax after climax from her pleasure-wracked self. She cried out in bliss as another orgasm tore through her, then she stopped, laying there panting. One this was for sure. Mikey would never be lacking clothes! Mikey & Ms. Stark Ch. 06 Ever since her husband, the love of her life, had died Mrs. Cratt had been celibate. At first it was the mourning of a widow, the sadness and loss that all feel when a husband or wife to whom they were truly devoted dies. Then it was the feeling that nobody else was worth it. Who could ever fill her like her loving husband? Noone could be as well hung as he had been.. He had been so very well hung and for her nothing less would ever do again. She had resigned herself to life as a bachelorette. She had the warm memories of her husband to keep her company at night and they would do. Then she Mikey Michaels. The boy had ruined her resolve with a single visit to her shop. Her dear friend Eleanor Stark had brought him in for a measuring. What she had discovered had reawakened an overpowering need within her. Just last night she had fallen to the new god that hung between the boy's legs, gulping down a gallon of his seed as she sucked on the fat head of her god! She had felt fulfilled in a way she had not felt since her husband had been alive. She had never seen a penis so large and so thick. It dwarfed even her late husband's, and that was no mean feat! Her intent to honour the man had been obliterated with a single glance of the coke-can thick, 16 inch long monster that she craved deep within the center of her very being. She would abase herself on her knees, endure any indignity and suffer any humiliation just for the privilege of knowing the boy attached to her new god in the hope that he might grace her with a glance at the unbound flesh. That she had the massive head in her mouth for an hour and his cum had dripped down her front as it overflowed was beyond anything she could imagine! She needed it again! Today she would have it, she would serve The Cock in any way desired for up to 22 hours! She was looking forward to it, unable to imagine anything or time beyond it. Thoughts of godcock consumed her as she rose from her bed to get ready. After her shower she dressed in her "uniform." Light green was the colour of her lacy, gauzy outfit .A light green corset tightened her middle and supported her heavy breasts. A garter belt and transparent stockings on her milky white legs and matching gloves on her arms up to her shoulders. Her platinum hair was bound in it's long braid (useful for one to grasp or yank) was tied and decorated with darker green ribbons. Finally, a green domino style mask was on her face to round out the look. Was she not so gorgeous and seductively attired. she might look like a comic book super hero. All she lacked was the cape. She looked at herself in the mirror. Something was wrong. She could not put her finger on it though. Finger? She looked down at her left hand, her eyes settling on her wedding ring. She froze as she stared at it, agony filling her as she remembered her husband. She had loved him more than life itself. She still missed him. A moment later she thought of Mikey. Peace filled her. Thoughts of her husband did not leave, but the image of Mikey and his huge dick calmed her. She could almost feel her husband's spirit beseeching her to enjoy the remainder of her hopefully long life. She sighed and removed the gold band, placing it in a small case, the very case it came in when she was proposed to, and set it on her nightstand, the case open. She cleared everything else off of the nightstand. This would be her shrine to her departed spouse. She would honour and love him forever. She smiled, feeling much better as she put on her long trench coat and headed out to her car to make the journey to Ms. Stark's apartment. It was time to live again. Mikey was excited when he woke up, his lips tightly clasped over Ms. Stark's engorged nipple. He relaxed, letting consciousness slowly fill him as he suckled, basking in the tenderness of nursing. He tasted the milk flowing...milk? His eyes popped open as he realized he wasn't just nursing from his teacher in form only. He was actually drinking from her nipple! He stopped for a moment, letting the fluid float over his tongue, measuring the flavour. It was awesome! It had a surprisingly sweet yet tart flavour. He begun to suckle again, inhaling hard as he sucked her nipple. He was actually really nursing! It was so...so...AROUSING! Amazingly he felt a twinge between his legs. He felt slightly woozy as his blood flowed to the massive trunk between his legs. His cock lengthened and thickened, in defiance of his body's low blood pressure and small heart. He was so aroused he was getting a natural erection! He had thought this impossible. He believed that without the pills he took daily he never could get hard. This was a revelation! He felt masculine and powerful, even though his low blood pressure made him weak! He only wished he had the strength to use it! Ms. Stark was happily dreaming. She dreamed of a baby, nursing at her impressive bosom. Oddly, the baby had glasses and an absolutely HUMUNGOUS cock. In the back of her dreaming mind she recognized the boy as Mikey, her charge and student. She woke, imagining he was her own child...the sensations of a nipple being sucked making her moan. She casually caressed Mikey's head, enjoying the feeling, though something was different. She felt like she was being drained. She gasped as she felt a squirt escape her nipple, into the mouth attached to it. Ms. Stark was elated. She had dreamed of nursing Mikey for real and now it was happening. She sighed and stroked her hand along his head some more. A moment later she felt something else. The tremendous snake between the boy's legs was growing! Had Mikey gotten up to get his pill, then returned? She sighed as Mikey switched breasts, suckling from the other. The action made his cock brush against her stomach. "Mmmmm, Mikey. Did you take your pill already?" "No, Ma'am," Mikey replied, reluctantly pulling his face away from her mountainous breast to answer. "So this is a natural erection, just for me?" Mikey nodded as he gulped down mouthful after mouthful of her tasty milk. "Oh, you sweet, darling boy, getting all hard for me. Do you know what this means?" "No, Ma'am. What?" "This means you're a big, strong little slut who needs me so badly he's defied the laws of biology. Oh, Mikey, I am so proud of you!" She hugged his head against her breast, relishing the sensations and the emotions flowing through her. "I'll just have to reward you for being such a wonderful boy and getting all hard for me." She let him drink from her until he was finished, then rolled him onto his back. He was weak, his blood pressure low, so she had to do all the work herself, she knew. She stood over him, grasping his cock by the shaft, feeling more desirable and womanly than ever before. A natural hardon from Mikey was the greatest of compliments! She moved her mound to the Precum dripping head and rubbed it against her slit, letting their fluids mix and lubricate her. She felt very sore from the previous day's fun, but she could not leave his cock alone when he had gotten hard for her unaided! She had to reward him! With a grunt she let gravity do the work, her legs resisting to keep from taking him too quickly. She was still not entirely used to the incredible stretching her sheath received from the incredible cock sliding into her. "Uhhhhh! Yesss! Mikey, I'm taking my cock inside me. Watch it go in." Mikey did as he was told, his eyes locked on where his cock and her pussy joined, moving with her as she descended upon his shaft. "Ooooh," he moaned, the sensations causing him to tremble from the bliss it inspired. Down, down, down Ms. Stark fell, impaling herself on the sumptuous spear. "Nnngh! Yesss! You always stretch me so well, my sweet boy! I am so glad I have you!" She groaned when the fat head passed through her cervix, straining her womb with his size. She sighed as her butt rested on his hips. She smiled down at him as he lazily lay under her, enjoying his teacher's use of him. Ms. Stark balanced on her feet, the strong pole inside her also keeping her steady. She put her hands on her knees and slowly rose, sliding almost all the way off his cock and remaining poised over him before falling down again, the action making her squeal in pleasure. Again and again she repeated the action, perching over him and falling atop him. Mikey managed the occasional upward thrust, feeling dizzy each time he did. With so much blood flooding his massive member there wasn't much left for the rest of him! Even this occasional arching was extremely tiring, so mostly he just lay there, smiling up at his guardian and enjoying the sight of her huge breasts bouncing and her cunt stretching as she stuffed herself so full of his cock. Most of all he enjoyed the glorious expression of intense pleasure on her face as she endured orgasm after orgasm. His own pleasure was just as intense. He could feel her tight sheath clenching his thick meat, trying to milk him of his seed as the head pressed against her womb's end. "M-Ma'am...y-you're making me...feel...so good! I'm g-gonna...cum!" "Uh..! Uh..! Uh..! Uh..," was all Ms. Stark could say, lost in a world of orgasmic rapture. "C-Cumming," Mikey exclaimed! He groaned as a tremendous torrent of thick cream pumped out of his engorged balls and into his teacher's womb. Unlike his usual long, powerful jet stream of jizz, this time he shot 4 quick bursts of cum in a natural climax, one unaided by modern chemistry. Ms. Stark moaned as she felt her student's member soften inside her. It was a new sensation for her, Mikey's ever-hard dick softening within like that. They both found it comforting and natural. She leaned over him with a smile and gave him a passionate kiss, then rested her body on his. "Mmmmm, Mikey. Good boy, filling your teacher with cock and cum and without a pill even. You have made me feel very special." Mikey beamed weakly up at his teacher and lover, pleased that he had made her happy. He remained on the bed as she pulled off of him and got up. He watched her rounded hips sway, her firm, bubbled ass enticing him, making him wish he could move. She sure walked funny after fucking his brains out! She disappeared into the bathroom, then he heard the water run for a moment. Seconds later she returned, waddling outrageously toward him with a cup of water and his pill in hand. He took the pill and sipped the water, then rested to let the pill take effect. Once it did he got up and headed to the bathroom for a pee before his dick could harden again, then hopped into the shower. Ms. Stark joined him in the shower, as usual, then it was a quick dry, into robes and into the kitchen. Ms. Stark cooked up a big breakfast of well done steak, eggs, fried potatoes, sliced oranges, toast, jam and grape juice. Mikey looked at her as she served him and said, "Whoa, this is a lot of food, Ma'am." "You need your strength today, Mikey. Mrs. Cratt is coming back today, so you will need your energy. Now, eat well." Mikey started to eat. He swallowed down a few mouthfuls, then stopped. "Uh, Ma'am, I've been wondering about something. Most people don't like their partners to, uh, you know...have other partners, yet you actually tell me to, but take no others yourself. Why is that?" Ms. Stark had been waiting for this question, though she was a little surprised that he had asked it so soon. She had expected at least a month to go by before he asked. She was rather pleased that it had only taken a week. "Well, there are two reasons, Mikey. First, I had never seen a cock so big, let alone taken one, as big as the one I have claimed. Now that I have had it anything lesser simply will not do. Two, I am not a big slut or whore like you are." She smirked at him, holding in a chuckle. Mikey blushed, his cheeks heating. She had turned him into both a slut and a whore, using his cock for her own gain as well as his. She had traded his services for products and handed him out like a possession. Oddly, he didn't think this a bad thing. It was just what she wanted. If it made her happy, then he would do it. The fact that he enjoyed it was simply an incredible bonus. At the same time he felt rather nervous. "Then...if you did find someone with a penis bigger than mine what would happen to me?" His voice was soft and betrayed the fear he felt at the thought of being abandoned by his mother figure. Ms. Starks smile was tiny, barely there. She knew she needed to answer this one delicately. "I honestly do not think such a penis exists. However, even if I did find someone with a penis larger than yours, Mikey, he would have to have other characteristics to outstrip you. You have a character and innocence that I find so endearing and an intelligence second to none. Nobody could have a penis like yours and all your other fine qualities, so you are in no danger of losing me. Besides, it's too late now. I have become far too fond of you to ever give you up. I could never care for anyone the way I care for you." Ms. Stark's usually confident and commanding gaze lowered. She was unused to giving voice to deep emotion. It went against her English upbringing and made her feel uncomfortably vulnerable. It was the first declaration of any kind of affection Mikey had experienced that he could remember and it left him speechless. He looked at her with a stunned expression. He felt very loved and safe right then. He looked at his teacher devotedly, tears starting to well in his eyes. He wasn't sure how to respond, so he just let his expression speak for him. Ms. Stark's confidence returned as she felt the growing love Mikey radiated toward her. This was a far greater reward than she ever would have asked for. "You know, Mikey, I am unable to have children. I became a teacher so that I would have the opportunity to guide and mould girls and boys and to help them to become adults prepared to meet the challenges ahead of them. When I saw the horrible manner in which your birth parents treated you I became so angry! Some people just should not be allowed to be parents! I certainly could not allow that to continue, so I took you home with me. Bay far this was the best decision of my life." Mikey basked in the praise and just enjoyed it for a few moments before bringing the topic back to where it began. "I really am glad that you did, Ma'am. I love living here with you. You did not finish answering my questions, though. Why do you keep, uh, offering me to other ladies?" "Well, firstly, I rather enjoy watching you use that lovely tool. It is extremely arousing for me. Secondly, considering what I know of you and your medical condition, I do not believe that any one woman could ever be enough to satisfy you. The way that your medication keeps you so hard and large, the way you never seem to run out of sperm...you were made for sex, Mikey. It would be a crime to deny other women the pleasure you so capably can bring to them. Finally, as much as I care about you and desire you, in the end my strongest feelings for you are maternal. I want to see you happy. I believe that I am contributing to your happiness by enabling you to meet and have lots of sex with other women. I will always be there for you, Mikey, but it is important for your development that you date other girls your own age. Find one that is right for you and make her yours...or perhaps ours." Mikey was ready to cry. This level of outpoured emotions was unprecedented in his young life. He managed to stifle his tears and state, "But girls aren't interested in me." "Nonsense," Ms. Stark replied. "Take Kimiko, for instance. She is most definitely interested in you." "That, uhh...I don't know, Ma'am. I am grateful to her for protecting me but she only started to show any interest in me when she found out that my penis..." Ms. Stark's eye's narrowed and Mikey flinched. "Sorry, Ma'am. YOUR penis. She only showed any interest in me when she discovered how unusual it was. "Oh, Mikey, Mikey, Mikey! That wondrous appendage that thrusts out from between your legs is a COCK! A penis is a little piece of meat that dangles between a boys legs through which he urinates. That wondrous woman wrecker attached to you is a COCK!" Her eyes gleamed as she spoke, softening her stern expression. Her English accent made her deadpan delivery sound awfully hot. "Now, as for the source of Kimiko's attraction, the very first thing that anyone ever notices about another is their appearance. The physical is just as much a part of a relationship as the emotional. Physical attraction is equally as necessary as compatibility. Your looks are what draw people closer to you so that they can get to know you better, so they can learn more about you." Mikey filed this little nugget of information in his brain. It made sense. "So, you think that once she really gets to know me she will like me?" "Of course. After that it simply comes down to whether or not you are interested in her." Mikey considered that too. It had never occurred to him that he could say no to a girl who showed interest in him. He probably never would, though. After all, Kimiko was a very attractive and exotic looking young woman. Mrs. Cratt stood at the apartment door in front of the intercom. She had been standing there for several minutes, trying to work up the nerve to push the buzzer. "What am I worried about," she thought to herself? "He's only a boy. He's still in high school for crying out loud! Why am I so nervous?" She knew why, of course. She had not had sex in several years. She wanted Mikey's approval. Did he find her attractive? After all, she was old enough to be his mother. She reached into her purse and pulled out her compact, opening it and inspecting herself in the mirror one more time. Her makeup had been applied subtly, enhancing her smooth features and hiding the slight hint of crow's feet by her eyes. Her long, platinum blond hair was tightly bound into the braid that ran down her back. The ribbons were in place. She opened her coat a little, checking her outfit as well. Everything was where it should be. She hoped he would like them. She was wearing them just for him. Everything was as it should be. It was now or never. She pushed the buzzer. "Hello, Mrs. Cratt. How are you today?" Ms. Stark had a cup of tea ready for her. She offered to take her fellow Englishwoman's coat, but the seamstress declined. She was not quite ready to unveil her revealing lingerie quite yet. She sat down, waiting for Mikey to come out of the bedroom and show off his nice new clothes. While she waited, the two of them sipped their tea. "Mikey, aren't you dressed yet? You have been in there an awfully long time." Ms. Stark was getting impatient. She wanted to see how the custom fit clothes looked. Mikey was dressed, but not ready. He looked in the mirror and frowned. The style was nice and the colours suited him, but... "Mikey! Hurry up," Ms. Stark called. He sighed and inhaled deeply after, steeling himself. It was now or never... He stepped out of the bedroom and stood in front of the two English women, feeling very uncomfortable. The shirt and pants suited him well enough, but... "Oh, my! What wonderful work you have done, Mrs. Cratt. An excellent job of showcasing his best features." Ms. Stark was quite pleased with Mikey's new look. The style and shape of his pants and shirt were perfect. He needed no belt and the form proudly displayed his gargantuan dick, outlining it perfectly and giving a little support, just like she had asked. "Why, thank you, Eleanor. I am quite pleased with it myself. It looks so good on him." Mikey felt like a slab of beef! They were gawking at him and staring right at his boner! He couldn't go out in public like this! Everyone would stare! He'd get teased and tormented like never before! It was bad enough that everyone at school knew his secret now. Did the whole world have to know? Mikey & Ms. Stark Ch. 06 "Mikey," asked Ms. Stark, "what is wrong? Do you not like your new clothes?" "Well, they're nice enough and comfortable, but, well, it's just that they don't hide anything." "Of course not," replied Mrs. Cratt. "Why would you ever want to hide that wondrous COCK!? You should display your COCK! To everyone, show off your superiority! Everyone needs to know that you have the largest, longest, thickest, hardest, most perfect COCK! In existence! Mikey blushed profusely as the normally conservative woman gushed about his cock. Even Ms. Stark's jaw dropped and she turned to look at her friend in surprise. She had had no idea that her friend had held such an opinion. Her surprise slowly faded and her lips spread in a wide, tight lipped grin. "Mrs. Cratt, I could not agree more. In fact, why don't you take Mikey out to buy some new shoes to go with his fine new clothes?" She went into her purse and got out her credit card, handing it to Mikey, who was turning paler by the moment. "I think $150.00 is a reasonable amount to spend on a pair of shoes. No more than that, Mikey." "Ma'am," he replied nervously, "do you r-really w-w-want me to go out like this? E-everyone will see!" "Oh yes, they most certainly will." Ms. Stark clasped her hands together and rubbed them." Everyone is going to get to see just what a man my Mikey is! You cannot go through life ashamed of my cock, Mikey. Let everyone get a good look at it. Et everyone be in awe of my cock!" Mrs. Cratt was a little pale as well. "Eleanor, I...I'm not dressed to go out in public." She blushed and hugged her arms against herself. "I dressed for him!" "Really? Well, let's have a look then." Mrs. Cratt's blush deepened and she turned to look at Mikey. Mikey looked at Ms. Stark, who nodded at him. He in return nodded at Mrs. Cratt. Mrs. Cratt's blush deepened but nonetheless she stood up and opened her trench coat, revealing the sexy ensemble underneath. Mikey's eyes bulged very nearly out of their sockets! He also discovered something new about his clothes. When his cock throbbed in arousal they did absolutely nothing to hide it! The seamstress noticed his body's response to her display and sighed in relief. He liked what he saw! He found her attractive! She failed to notice Ms. Stark's reaction. The teacher just could not take her eyes off her friend. The desires that Kimiko had first drawn out rushed to the fore. Mrs. Cratt had always been a conservative woman and had dressed accordingly. She'd had no idea that her friend had this side to her. It was a side she liked! She suddenly felt very warm as she discovered that she actually desired Mrs. Cratt. It took several moments before she recovered enough to speak. "Ahem. Well, if you keep your coat closed only you and Mikey will know." Mrs. Cratt hummed and hawed, but eventually gave in "Alright, Mikey. Let's go." When the pair left Ms. Stark flopped down on her couch. She had some thinking to do. Mrs. Cratt took Mikey to the place he most feared in the world. The mall on a Saturday. The place was packed with people. Young, old and everything in between. Mikey's mammoth meat drew an immense amount of attention as the two walked through the mall, looking for shoe stores. People stared, people gawked and people whispered. A few pointed and a few laughed. Nobody ignored him. Mikey felt very vulnerable as they entered the shoe store. He tightly clutched Mrs. Cratt's hand like his life depended on it. The sales staff noticed them, but were a little afraid to approach when they saw the outline of Mikey's cock under his clothes. The men in the store especially noticed and they male sales staff outright refused to serve him. Finally one of the female employees nervously approached. "H-hi there. Can I help you?" Mrs. Cratt took charge. "Yes, please. Mikey here needs a pair of comfortable shoes that would go well with the outfit he is wearing right now." Her words made the salesgirl notice his huge dick even more than before. "Alright. Come with me." She led them over to a display and Mrs. Cratt chose a style of show for him. The salesgirl said, "I need to measure his feet." She led them over to the seats and Mikey took off his shoes. The girl knelt in front of him, her eyes locked onto the form of his dick. Mrs. Cratt looked at the girl approvingly, Mikey looked at her embarrassedly. The girl was in awe. Finally, she remembered to measure his shoe size. Once done she said, "Alright. I'll go and get them and you can try them on." While she was gone Mrs. Cratt said, "I'll bet she's in the stock room right now thinking about your COCK!, Mikey. What do you think?" She did not lower her voice at all and customers and staff alike turned their attention toward them. Mikey stifled a moan. The salesgirl returned with shoebox in hand, just in time to see Mikey's manhood strain against his clothes, pulsing outward. She gasped when she saw it She slowly came up to them and said, "H-here you go. Size s-s-s-seventeen...SEVEN! I mean size seven! Both Mrs. Cratt and Mikey had to work hard to keep a straight face. The saleswoman had guessed a little high in her Freudian slip, but only by an inch. Mikey wanted to be swallowed up into the ground. Ms. Stark wanted to strip Mikey down and proudly display her god to all. They sat back down and Mikey tried on the shoes. While he did the girl stared at the massive bulge in his clothes as it pushed out from his chest. The shoes fit and they went to purchase them As they left Mrs. Cratt said, "You see? That young lady was as enamoured of your COCK! As I am." Her voice was not lowered at all and Mikey blushed again. He was glad shoe shopping was done so they could go home. When they returned Ms. Stark told Mikey to model the shoes for her. He popped open the box to put them on and saw a piece of paper on top of them. Curious, he picked it up and turned it over. "What do you have there, Mikey," Ms. Stark asked? "It's a note." "Well, read it to us." Mikey blushed as he scanned the words, then reluctantly started to read it. "It says, "I am glad that I was able to be of service to you again. I am available to be of service to you anytime. Angela. There's a phone number on it, too." "Oh my," Ms. Stark said with a smirk. "Did your new clothes attract the interest of the ladies in the shoe store?" She had a knowing grin on her face. "I bet if we called her she would be over here in no time. Mrs. Cratt, was this girl attractive?" "She wasn't too bad, I suppose," Mrs. Cratt replied with a hint of amusement. "I don't know if she was worthy of that COCK! though. She did seem to have some trouble speaking in it's presence and she just could not tear her eyes away from it." "Was she cute, Mikey?" "Uh, I guess." "Describe her to me." Ms. Stark shifted and crossed her legs, getting comfortable so she could thoroughly enjoy Mikey's lack thereof. "Well, she was a little shorter than me. Maybe 5'4" or 5'5". She had this kind of curley-wavey light brown hair. She was very petite. Uh, I think that's about it." Ms. Stark was quite pleased. More fodder for the giant! "Well, you will just have to call her later. First, however, I believe Mrs. Cratt here has waited long enough to sample my cock." She turned toward the seamstress, her eyes aglow. "Will you be using all your time at once or only a part? Oh, I should mention that if you allow me to join you two during your time, since I am taking up some of it, I will only deduct half the time actually spent." "Oh, I don't know Eleanor. I'm a bit of a one-on-one kind of woman." "That's quite alright. You are my friend and I would not want to make you uncomfortable. Would you mind terribly if I watch?" "Oh, I think that should be alright." Mrs. Cratt smiled and took off her coat, showing off her lacey green lingerie once again. Mikey gazed adoringly at her gauzy, green covered curves. She looked fantastic in her outfit. He way her stockings ran up her firm, creamy skinned legs made them seem like they were 10 feet long. The garter belt and matching thin panties nicely accentuated what they covered. Her semi-transparent bra held her soft, round breasts high and with nicely separated. The filmy gloves with the lace tops that she wore ran up to her shoulders almost. Topping it off was a choker that wrapped tightly around her neck, looking like a collar made of green mesh. Mikey really liked what he saw and his huge cock waved in appreciation, straining for freedom under his clothes. Mrs. Cratt nervously turned around, slowly, letting the boy see her back and side profiles. It had been a long time since she had put herself on display like this and she really hoped he liked it. "Well, what do you think," she asked Mikey? "Do I look alright? Do I look sexy at all?" It was plain she was a little nervous by the tremors in her English voice and the way her eyelashes fluttered oh-so-slightly, but it was a cute kind of nervous that made her look younger than her 35ish years. BOTH Mikey's heads nodded, one by choice and the other involuntarily. He watched her step closer and ease down onto her knees in front of him. He was amazed and aroused by the supple grace she demonstrated. He lifted a foot at her silent request and she slid off the sock, then did the same with the other foot. Mikey helplessly peered down as the seamstress unzipped his pants and pulled them down, stepping out of them at her patient insistence. He groaned when she pulled down his boxer briefs, exposing his large, hairless balls and the lower portion of his shaft. Mrs. Cratt gazed lovingly at the heavy sack and leaned forward to kiss each orange sized ball. She smiled up at the boy and opened her mouth wide, taking his left ball into her mouth and sucking on it firmly. Mikey gasped and groaned as the sensations rippled through him. She shifted to his right ball next, again sucking the entire thing inside her mouth, reveling in the blissful sounds he made in response. "Mmmm," she hummed over it, then popped it out of her mouth. "Oh, how I love your..." "Ahem," Ms. Stark sounded. "Oh, how I love your teacher's possessions, these two huge, smooth balls. Mmmmm!" She attacked his gonads with gusto, spending several minutes lavishing attention on each one. Mikey was moaning as she serviced him, enjoying the new and pleasant sensations the seamstress' lips and tongue inspired. His cock was stretching out the front of his shirt, the head seeping out Precum and moistening the fabric. "Ohhh, Mrs. Cratt, I really like this!" "Mmmm," she hummed in response, licking at his tender balls. She reached up and took a hold of his shirt, lifting it up as she stood in front of him, letting her breasts, covered by the sheer fabric of her bra, run over him seductively. She tossed it aside and looked down at the fat head of his dick, amazed at just how much slick lubricant was seeping from it. "Oh, gawd," she gasped, "I have needed this so badly, so long. Last night was such a turn on! I've been dripping ever since, imagining what getting to spend some real worship time would be like!" Mikey stood there, equally in awe as she licked the tip of her tongue slowly around the ridge of the wide mushroom shaped helmet, then down the underside of his shaft as she slowly returned to her knees. He shuddered as goosebumps rose on his skin. Mrs. Cratt felt...right! This was her proper place, down on her knees in front of the world's most perfect cock, worshipping it and adoring it. She wanted to spend every waking moment of her life on her knees in front of it, lavishing it with love and attention. "Mikey, please kneel down. Please?" Her eyes were wide, pleading for him to do as she begged. Ms. Stark watched her ward descend, the massive cock she so desired for herself pulsing with a life of its own. She was pleased with the adoration her friend so rightfully showed for it. She understood what that immense meat could do to a woman's senses. After all, she had been the first to fall victim to it's siren call. She leaned forward, her arms across her lap and her thighs tightly clamped shut, entranced by the slow seduction taking place before her. With his haunches on his knees Mikey waited for the platinum maned nymph to do whatever it was she intended. Mrs. Cratt knelt high in front of him and opened the front clasp of her bra. She eased it off of her, letting her enticing breasts fall free, bouncing slightly as they tried to resist gravity's law. Her nipples were jutting outward, and she was intently looking at his face. "You need to be able to move for this," she said as she guided him to kneel high as well. Once he was in place she backed up some, then fell onto her hands in front of him, poised on all fours. She moved forward, taking his mountainous ramrod between her breasts as she looked up at his face. "Now, Mikey, please lean forward and push my breasts together against Ms. Stark's COCK! And use them like the pussy of an easy slut! Fuck my breasts, please? Please, Mikey?" Mikey looked over at his teacher, who was rocking slightly in her easy chair with her legs crossed while somehow managing to look prim and proper, seeking her approval. She nodded her consent and idly sipped on her cup of tea. Mikey breathed in a deep breath, then leaned over Mrs. Cratt, his cock sliding forward between her swaying breasts and pressed them against the sides of his shaft. Her globes were a little bigger than his slender hands, and felt wondrously soft and smooth. They were not as large as Ms. Stark's humungous honeydews, but they were plump and round and a pleasure to touch. They were big enough that when he squeezed them against his pole the wrapped around it, covering the underside as he slowly drew back and started to thrust between them. The topside ran against her sternum, the more sensitive parts along soft, tender flesh. It felt incredible! He had tit-fucked Ms. Stark several times and always enjoyed it immensely, but this was different. The way the underside stroked along soft flesh instead of hard chest was nothing short of amazing. The way she kissed his abdomen when it pressed to her face was endearing. With one enginuitive change of position his pleasure had been exponentially increased. At that moment, for the first time, he was glad that his dick was as large as it was. Had it been smaller this position would not have been possible. Ms. Stark watched the action in moderate amusement. She had never thought of this position. It looked ridiculous, but when she heard Mikey's pleasure wrought moan she knew she would soon try it with him herself. After all, she enjoyed a good tit-fuck as much as any large breasted woman and if Mikey was enjoying it then she wanted to try it with him. Anything that added to Mikey's pleasure was a good thing. If only she had four boobs for him to play with! Mikey rocked his hips, stroking back and forth and massaging his massive meat between Mrs. Cratt's soft, creamy boobflesh. His thick, long pole slid smoothly and at an ever increasing pace. He moaned and groaned freely as bliss ran up his hard stick. Mrs. Cratt reveled in her role as a cock pleaser. She had lived for this when her husband had been alive. She absolutely loved caring for the needs and desires of a huge dick and had missed it terribly! With Mikey's awe inspiring phallus she felt she was truly living her dream. A very, very good dream from which she hoped never to wake. "Mmmmm! I do hope you are enjoying this, Mikey. I want you to understand that I adore and belong to your COCK!" "MY cock," Ms. Stark corrected. "That fabulous fuckmeat belongs to me. Remember that." Even with a dear friend, she wanted to make sure everyone knew that this dick was her prized possession, usable by others only at her pleasure. "Yes, of course," replied Ms. Cratt in a breathy voice. "I adore your teacher's COCK!, Mikey. Please allow me to really demonstrate just how devoted I am to it." "What are you going to do," Mikey asked? "Let me show you. Please? I promise you that you will like it." Mrs. Cratt leaned back again, gripping the veiny, pulsing shaft, stroking it in her hand absently. She kissed the dripping head of it, trying to French with it but only succeeding in slathering her moist tongue all over the tip and affectionately making out with it. Then she looked up at the boy and gave him a soft, caring smile. "Okay, Mikey. Get ready!" With a practiced motion she opened her mouth and popped her jaw, voluntarily displacing it. Then, with her tongue covering her bottom teeth, she slipped forward, sliding her lips over the fat helmet of Mikey's cock. She took his hands in hers and placed them on the sides of her head, then pushed her head forward while trying to get Mikey to pull her head into him. She wanted him to force the head into her mouth! It took Mikey many seconds before he figured out what she wanted, then another many to get up the nerve to go along with it. He doubted it would work, but Mrs. Cratt so plainly wanted him to that he couldn't say no. He heaved and shoved, pulling her head hard until, amazingly, the incredibly wide mushroom head popped into her mouth! Mrs. Cratt grabbed him by his buttocks and pulled herself forward even more, sucking hard as she impaled her throat on the tip of that huge cock. Mikey and Ms. Stark looked at her with bulging eyes as she bit by bit forced more and more of that gargantuan fuckstick into her throat! After a few tries she got the whole head into her throat, then more as she got the boy to pull her head harder. "HOLY..." shouted Ms. Stark as she launched out of her chair! She moved up to the connected pair's sides to get a closer look. "How do you..." She gasped as her friend's throat bulged outward as Mikey's humungous dick strained it wide. "NNNGG!" Mikey was lost in a world of rapturous agony. He watched Mrs. Cratt literally fuck his cock with her mouth and throat, trying to always get more inside. He went with it as she pulled on his hips, adding his own strength to the action and trying to fuck her face. He gasped when she pulled it out and inhaled quick and deep, then again when she plunged her face back onto his tool, swallowing several inches again. "My god, Mikey," Ms. Stark exclaimed, "she's actually fucking my cock with her throat! I can see it bulging out. That has to be uncomfortable! Is she hurting you, Mikey? If she is say so and I'll make her stop!" "N-n-nooo...uhhhh!" Mikey shook his head, his eyes glued to the scene of the bobbing head of Mrs. Cratt as she managed to take 7 full inches into her throat! What she couldn't get into her mouth she stroked with both hands, massaging it hard, trying to coax the jizz from his cock. For several minutes she continued swallowing his pole, pausing only to catch a breath before diving back onto it and deep throating him some more! "G-G-G-GONNA CUM," Mikey shouted! Mrs. Cratt just kept working his stick and grabbed his tight, swollen balls, yanking them down and tightly gripped the base of his shaft to prevent that from happening. She wanted to suck his cock for as long as she could. Mikey groaned in agony! Again and again she repeated this, sucking and deep throating him close to climax, then stifling it, only to start again. Mikey was groaning and growling, even whimpering as his desire to climax grew and grew. When he went weak and fell onto his back Mrs. Cratt merely adjusted accordingly, standing up over him, bent at the waist, and let gravity aid her action. Finally, after what Mikey felt must be an eon, he cried out, "LET ME FUCKING CUM, BITCH!" He couldn't believe he actually said that! He never spoke like that, let alone shouted it! He felt horribly guilty all of a sudden. In response Mrs. Cratt redoubled her efforts, no longer hindering his pleasure. In moments his seed bubbled in his balls, then erupted like never before! So much cream, so tightly concentrated, shot out of his cock that it strained the chute wide! Mikey squealed as the rapture flowed out of him like a tidal wave. The jet seemed to go on forever and he wished it would just stop, afraid the bliss would drive him as mad as Nurse Carlot! At the same time he wished it would never end! Mikey & Ms. Stark Ch. 06 Mrs. Cratt gulped and swallowed, trying to get as much as she could down her throat. She pulled her head back, keeping the tip of his cock between her lips and sucked out more and more hot, thick syrup, desperately chugging the stuff. It overflowed and she pulled back, letting the powerful stream coat her face and neck and chest! Then she screamed as her own orgasm ripped through her! She trembled and shook as her cunt clenched, rippling on the inside as Mikey's orgasm inspired her own! "YES! YES! I'M COMING FOR MY GOD! FOR THE COCK! AAAAUUUUGGGHHHHH..!" Mikey couldn't do ought but squeal the sensation was so intense. When it finally ended he went limp, all except his chemically maintained erection, laying on the floor trying to catch his breath. Mrs. Cratt fell back as well, laying on the carpet. Mikey's cum was everywhere. It had splattered on the wall, some on the ceiling and dripping down onto the carpet, some on the carpet itself. Ms. Stark was in awe! She was jealous! "You have to teach me how to do that!" She leaned down and impulsively planted her lips on Mrs. Cratt's, deeply kissing her friend and sucking as much of Mikey's cum off of her as she could. For a few moments Mrs. Cratt let her, then realized what was happening and recoiled. "Eleanor" she croaked, "No!" Her voice was ruined, her throat having been ravaged. Ms. Stark pulled back, embarrassed and blushing. "I'm sorry. I do not know what came over me!" When everyone had somewhat recovered, Ms. Stark apologized again. "If I had not seen it with my own two eyes I would not have believed it!" Mrs. Cratt beckoned for her purse, which Ms. Stark grabbed. She pulled out a notepad and pen, then wrote down, "I practiced all week. I love that COCK! I belong to it! I belong to HIM!" Ms. Stark read the note, but did not show Mikey. Perhaps she could get Mikey to convince Mrs. Cratt to let her join in...and to play with Mrs. Cratt herself! For the rest of the evening Mikey and Mrs. Cratt continued, fucking each other for a total of three and one half hours, which Ms. Stark duly noted and deducted from Mrs. Cratt's time. When it was done Mrs. Cratt hugged Ms. Stark, Hugged and kissed Mikey and most of all, hugged and kissed his cock adoringly and all over. She made it clear that she would do anything Mikey wanted and asked why he had not used her ass. Mikey blushed, remembering Nurse Carlot and what he had done to her. He didn't answer, afraid he would scare Mrs. Cratt away. When Mrs. Cratt was gone Ms. Stark beamed and praised Mikey. "Oh you little darling! You incredible whore! MY whore! Oh, I am so proud of you!" She hugged him and kissed him, then took him to the bathroom and drew a nice, hot bath for him, adding Epsom salts and a vanilla scent, then helped him into the tub. "You relax and recover. I'm going to go make you a great meal. Then, when you're done, we are going to do everything you did to Mrs. Cratt just now, so rest up!" She kissed him again, then left him to soak. -------------------------------------- When Mrs. Cratt got home she was beaming like a headlight. That had been, without a doubt, the absolute best sex of her life, bar none! She had managed to deep throat that monster, then Mikey had rammed his COCK! into her burying 13 inches of it into her. Her only regret was that she couldn't fit the entire thing into her pussy! She took a long shower, then cleaned the tub and took a long, hot bath. After she was done she sat on the bed, looking at the ring in the case on her night stand. "Oh, it was wonderful," she said to her husband. "It was better than I dared hope it would be. I am going to worship that COCK! for as long as I can. I belong to it now." Somehow she knew her husband was happy for her. She had mourned the loss of him for years. She understood that he would want her to enjoy the rest of her life, not to sadly spend her days in mourning. She knew he loved her too much to be able to bear seeing her unhappy. She understood all of this, believed it and was at peace. "You know you are the love of my life, sweetheart, and I know I am yours. I know you want the best for me and for me to be happy. I think I can be happy again now. Thank you for being my husband and for letting me be your wife. I love you and miss you terribly and will cherish the memories I have of you. Someday we will be together again. Until that day, do not fear for me. I am no longer afraid to live without you." Mrs. Cratt felt a warm embrace as she sat alone on her breath. She knew she was not imagining it. Phantom arms were snugly wrapped around her, spectral lips planted firmly on hers. She lay back on her bed and drifted into a quiet, dream-full sleep where her husband joined her. She slept well and for the first time in years when she woke she was well rested, refreshed and happy. Mikey & Ms. Stark Ch. 07 Author's note: I apologise for the long time between this chapter and the last. Life got hectic with losing my job, finding new work, moving and ending up working nights. I hope this chapter didn't suffer too much because of it. It's short but hopefully sweet. Enjoy. ---------------------------------- Ms. Stark woke from her dreams with a groan. Her breasts were very sore and swollen, overfilled with milk that she'd produced overnight. She brought her hands up to her milk filled melons, rubbing them and feeling their weight. Were they bigger? She hoped not. They were already F cups. Any bigger and she'd be unable to walk upright! She idly wondered if it was worth taking the medication that caused her to produce it. She turned her head to the side and gazed lovingly down on the sleeping form of her student and ward, Mikey. Her heart filled with affection and love and she knew it was definitely worth it. Having him nurse from her made her feel closer to him. It strengthened her maternal feelings toward him and she hoped it made his bond with her strengthen even half as much. She rolled onto her side and gently woke him. Mikey looked up at her with sleepy eyes and mumbled, "Mmm?" Ms. Stark merely helped him move up a little, settled his head on her chest and brought her nipple to his lips. "Drink, Mikey. I'm so full and it hurts. I need you to suck the milk from my breasts to ease them. Drink heartily." Mikey lazily yet eagerly begun to nurse, fastening his lips to her nipple and applying suction while he cupped her fabulous F in his hand. He loved nursing from his teacher. She always made him feel safe and secure, but never more so than when he was drinking from her nipples. He savoured the sweet yet tart taste of her natural nourishment, eagerly slurping it down and relishing Ms. Stark's pleasure filled moans. When Mikey had drained her right breast of milk Ms. Stark sighed and lifted his face, leaned down and planted a solid kiss on his lips. She decided to leave her other breast full for now. The soreness would inspire her when Kimiko arrived for her detention. Oh, yes, this was going to be a fun day. Even more fun that watching her friend Mrs. Cratt worshipping her cock. Today she would have Kimiko at her mercy for the entire day. "You just relax in bed for a while, Mikey. I'm going to get up and get everything ready for our day." She got up and headed toward the bathroom, her sexily rounded hips swaying back and forth. Yes, indeed, today was going to be a very good day. Kimiko was extremely nervous. In anticipation of the day's events she had woken early. She showered and shaved her legs, then she shaved her already engorged mound. She had never done that before. Her pubic region was on fire as she anticipated the coming events. It was all she could do to keep from sliding her fingers along her now baby smooth mound. She had never felt the desire to be bald between her legs but today it just felt right. She washed her hair and scrubbed down her tiny body, somehow managing to keep from playing with herself. Ms. Stark would not want her to, she was certain. It took her a while to decide what to wear. She wanted to look sexy for Ms. Stark, but she wanted to look conservative as well, knowing that was what her teacher expected. She decided on a compromise. Black, lacy, sexy underwear covered by conservative garb. She wore a white, short sleeved, collared shirt (with the top 2 buttons undone), A blue skirt that went far to low down her legs for her taste. Almost to her knees! Really, how could a girl flash her ass at a cute guy with such restrictive clothing on? She put knee high white socks on and a blue cardigan that matched her skirt. She hoped Ms. Stark would approve of her choice. She knew her teacher disapproved of her blatantly advertising her wares the way she liked to and Ms. Stark's approval was very important to her. She put on her tennis shoes to finish off the outfit, then looked in the mirror. She grinned impishly and undid the third button on her shirt, leaving the cardigan open and showing a bit of her lacy black bra.. Oh. Ms. Stark would DEFINITELY disapprove and take steps to make sure she knew! She ate a hearty breakfast and brushed and flossed her teeth, then made sure she hadn't bit her carefully manicured nails in the night. She put on some red nail polish on her finger and toenails, then, after drying them under a lamp, got her purse and headed out to her car. She could not believe how much she was looking forward to her "detention." Ms. Stark was going to discipline her all day long! She could hardly wait. Maybe that big pricked geek Mikey would be there, too. She sure hoped so. She desperately wanted to feel that huge pole invade her body and ravage her interior organs. When was she going to get herself a piece of that awe-inspiring woman-wrecker? Ms. Stark was in firm control of it and continued to deny her the bliss that she just knew she would be in for if only she could get Mikey to cram it into her tight, tiny cunt. It was sooo frustrating! She decided to drive the Shelby SC Cobra today She started up the powerful engine, loving the feeling of the car vibrating under her. The Shelby Cobra had one of the most powerful engines ever made. It was a growling beast of a car, a dangerous beast. Powerful and dangerous like Mikey's monumental masculinity was! Oooh, she really wanted him under her so she could ride that beast all day long... Abruptly her mind returned to Ms. Stark. And shook as she remembered the first spanking the towering teacher had given her. The crease between her legs quivered and moistened at the memory. She put the car in gear and sped off to see her mother...TEACHER! To see her TEACHER! She sped off to her teacher's apartment to face the music. Ms. Stark looked down at the diminutive little Japanese girl standing demurely in her doorway. The prim and proper Englishwoman liked how she towered over Kimiko. She liked the feeling of power it gave her. There was 15 inches between their respective heights. Kimiko topped out at 4'10" tall, while Ms. Stark was a colossal 6'3". Compared to Ms. Stark Kimiko was a little girl. A very cute little girl. A very naughty little girl. "Ah, Kimiko. Precisely on time. I approve." She looked over her student and tsked at her. "I cannot say I approve of your clothing, however. You do realize you have three buttons undone on your shirt." She feigned disappointment, but inwardly she was very pleased. This was another excuse for her to discipline this unruly child. Today was going to be so much fun! Kimiko entered the apartment, taking off her shoes and stepping into the living room where she stopped and gasped. There, laying on the couch, covered by a blanket, was Mikey! He lay there lethargically, looking like he was exhausted and vulnerable. Not the vulnerability of a geek who was weak and spineless, but a truly vulnerable boy who could not care for himself. "Mikey," Kimiko asked? She had a strange feeling in her stomach as she looked at him. "What's the matter? Are you sick?" "He is indeed ill, Kimiko," said Ms. Stark. "Mikey is a very sick boy." "What's wrong with him?" She looked at the prone young man, feeling pangs of sympathy for him. Ms. Stark perched on the armrest of the couch, right by Mikey's head, which she lovingly stroked. "This poor, unfortunate boy has always been ill. He was born this way. He has a medical condition that robs him of his strength. For the first several years of his life his condition was untreatable. All he could do was languish in his bed, unable to run or play with the other children." Mikey looked quite embarrassed as Ms. Stark told his tale. It was humiliating to be so weak that he couldn't even walk without holding on to counters or tables or whatever else was around, stumbling when there was nothing to support him. Ms. Stark took his hand in hers, squeezing it affectionately. "To occupy himself he read whatever he could get his hands on. Meanwhile his parents' resources were drained while trying to deal with his condition.. Finally, when he turned 12, a pharmaceutical company invented a pill that gave him enough strength to function, but not very well. He can walk and do the normal things people do every day, but he cannot strain his body too much or he risks damaging his heart." Kimiko processed this information quickly. "So, he's like this until he takes his medication?" "Indeed. Even after his activities are limited. Many of the things that you do which you take for granted he only wishes he could do." Kimiko thought about this, then asked, "Well, if he's so weak, then how did he get here?" "I live here now," Mikey replied softly. He sounded very sad as he said it. Kimiko looked at him, then questioningly at Ms. Stark. Their teacher gave Mikey's hand another comforting squeeze. She knew he didn't like people knowing his situation and that this explanation would be hard on him. "I discovered that his parents were abusive and unfit to be parents. Poor Mikey was defenseless and dependent on them and they badgered and beat him, battering his self esteem as well as his body." Her countenance changed and her voice became harsher and more passionate. "He had done nothing wrong, Kimiko. Not a thing! He suffered horribly and could not do a thing to protect himself from the people who were supposed to protect him! I could not allow him to remain in that situation for a single minute! Can you imagine being weak and helpless, the people who were supposed to care for you always hurting you in body and heart? With nowhere to go and nobody to whom you could turn? Having nothing of your own and nothing ahead of you to strive for?" Kimiko listened, feeling the weight of Ms. Stark's anger bearing down on her. Kimiko was a very smart girl, able to understand the writings of Sun Tzu and apply them. She knit all the information together and fit it in with what she had observed of Mikey. Guilt struck her suddenly. She had regarded Mikey as a spineless wimp, a geek and nerd of the highest order, deserving scorn for his choosing to be weak. Why should she pity someone who didn't even try? Now she understood that he COULDN'T try. His body was flawed beyond repair and his environment crippled him. She had been callous, treating him like a mere object and ignoring the person he was. Kimiko felt truly low. She looked down at the floor, ashamed to meet his gaze with hers, and muttered sincerely, "I'm sorry, Mikey." Mikey smiled weakly and replied, "It's okay, I guess." "It is NOT okay," Ms. Stark snapped! "The children with whom you go to school are cruel and vicious. Your parents are vile monsters and Kimiko is only interested in you because you have my cock attached to you!" She dramatically yanked the blanket off of him, exposing the limp, yet still big and broad mass of meat for emphasis. Mikey looked stricken. He'd always sort of known that this was true, but to have it pointed out this way, with such straightforward words and harsh intent was painful. He looked at Kimiko, wincing, and asked, "Is this true?" His face was twisted into the Sad Puppy Look of Doom! Kimiko stammered out, "I...I..." She looked pleadingly at Ms. Stark, unable to bear Mikey's hurt expression, only to see anger and disappointment in the eyes of the person from whom she most craved approval. She turned back to Mikey and stepped toward him. When she was right next to him she said, "I'm truly, terribly sorry. I had no idea that you...I..." She had no clue what to say next. What could she say that wouldn't sound hollow? Ms. Stark covered Mikey up again with the blanket, tucking him in and making sure he was comfortable. Mikey stared at the little Japanese girl with sadness in his heart and accusation in his gaze. Feeling the weight of their judgment on her, Kimiko knelt down by him and took his hand in hers. "I really am sorry, Mikey. Is there any way I could make things better?" "Ms. Stark answered her. "You have been very disrespectful, Kimiko. Disrespectful to Mikey and disrespectful to me! Today you shall suffer the consequences for that." Kimiko knelt there quietly, feeling she truly deserved to be punished. Mikey watched from the couch as Ms. Stark stripped and brutalized Kimiko. He watched as the girl was lashed with a belt while she counted off the strokes. He watched as she was forced to remain in the awkward position of standing while touching her toes. He took no joy in the sight. In fact, he was frightened by it. He had experienced the belt himself often enough. Never from Ms. Stark. His father was the enforcer in his parents' house. He listened to Kimiko's wails as pain was inflicted upon her. He heard her begging forgiveness, promising she would make amends for her actions. One thing he did not hear is Kimiko pleading with Ms. Stark to stop. She took the abuse differently than he had taken his parents'. He would try to cover up or convince them to stop. He didn't understand why Kimiko would not do the same. After a while he could take no more. It was too much like what he had endured. There was nothing erotic in it for him. There was no joy in the insults and labels Ms. Stark hurled at Kimiko. What he saw and heard was too much for him. "Please stop," he cried out when Ms. Stark lifted Kimiko off the ground by her hair, looking like a giant compared to her. He tried to keep the tears from flowing, but he couldn't. He could not bear to see anyone abused like he had been. "Pardon," Ms. Stark asked? "Did you say to stop?" "Please," Mikey replied. "I can't stand to see it anymore." "But why," Kimiko asked? She was hanging in the air, held up by her hair. "After how I treated you I deserve this." "Mikey shook his head, which in his unmedicated state, made him feel dizzy. "N-no. I know what that's like. I took it many times. I can't stomach the thought that someone else would have to endure it." He looked pleadingly at his teacher and begged, "Please stop now." Ms. Stark's anger at Kimiko melted when she saw her darling boy's pleading expression. Their eyes met and her resolve broke. She set the girl down gently and said, "Alright, Mikey. I'll stop." Kimiko felt Mixed emotions. She believed that she deserved every bit of the pain she had taken. Oddly, in a way she didn't understand, it made her feel good when Ms. Stark punished her. It comforted and aroused her. However, she admired Mikey at that moment for taking a stand against the formidable Ms. Stark. She was impressed with the fact that he had not fallen into his father's brutality and become like him. She looked at him and started to cry. Mikey eased himself off the couch and stumbled over to her. Kimiko fell onto her knees as he approached and Mikey joined her, putting his weak arms around her. He hugged her and tried to help her up, but he just wasn't strong enough. Ms. Stark knelt down with them and hugged them both to her. She held them both to her and then she too started to cry. "Don't cry, Kim," Mikey sobbed. "I forgive you." Kimiko cried anyway, real tears instead of the manipulative ones she'd always used before. A bond formed between the three of them as they cried together and hugged each other. They all felt it and they all knew that each one cared for each other. Kimiko's newness to the bond was irrelevant to the equation. The caring was real and at that moment all that mattered. Kimiko felt like she was home. She wanted to make Ms. Stark proud of her. She wanted to protect Mikey from the bastards at school and anywhere else. She knew she would sacrifice for these two without thought, which was new to her. In Ms. Stark she had a role model and...and lover? In Mikey she had a friend and a dependant. It was nice to feel needed. Nothing was said by anyone as the three hugged. Nothing needed to be. The embrace they shared was all they needed now. When the tears were all shed and the mood lightened a little, the two females helped Mikey back to the couch. Neither Kimiko nor Mikey had bothered dressing and would have made Ms. Stark seem out of place were she not such a strong, majestic presence. Ms. Stark sat beside the boy and sent Kimiko off to the bathroom with instructions to bring back Mikey's medication and a glass of water. While Kim was gone, their teacher and maternal figure held Mikey to her body and stroked his hair affectionately. Today you are going to use my magnificent dick on that girl. You are going to have to trust me, though. She is a tiny little thing and you may need to use significant force to penetrate her properly. Here is what I want you to do..." When Kimiko returned Ms. Stark had her give the pill to Mikey, who gulped it down and drank the water. "Kim," Ms. Stark said, "go into the bedroom and bring out 2 duvets from the closet and all the pillows. Move the coffee table out of the way and set up a nice, cozy little bed on the floor of my living room." "Yes, Ms. Stark. Ma'am," Kimiko replied. She was unused to using respectful titles and meaning it, but Ma'am fit Ms. Stark like a glove. She smiled a nervous smile and set to work arranging the duvets and pillows for maximum comfort. Once it was all in place Ms. Stark hefted Mikey from the couch and lay him down upon it. Mikey grinned as Ms. Stark carried him. He was tempted to ask her to spin him about, just for fun. When she set him down his manhood had begun to enlarge. Kimiko watched the limp snake lengthen and thicken, dramatically growing to its impressive maximum size. "Oh, wow! Look at it! It...it looks so...it's...PHENOMINAL!" Kimiko's eyes were riveted to Mikey's member as it rested on his stomach and chest. Ms. Stark caressed it like it was a pet, provoking a light moan from her student, and said, "It is quite a sight, is it not? It is not unlike watching the waking of a sleeping giant, rising from its bed and stretching out the kinks of the night." "Only the kinks are "cumming" this time," Kimiko jibed. Inwardly she winced, knowing it was a very bad joke and hoping that Ms. Stark might take offence. She hoped that their little punishment sessions would continue when Mikey was not around. With a glance at her teacher she knew, without a doubt, that they most definitely would. "Oh, Kim, that was horrible. Bad girl! Now, help Mikey up and kneel in front of him. I want you to get a good look at the monster that will be penetrating you today." Ms. Stark grinned wickedly as she watched the reaction of Kimiko. The girl actually blushed, then giggled in glee! Kimiko wanted to scream! Finally she would have a crack at that monstrous pole she'd wanted for so long. She eagerly helped the boy to his feet, then knelt in front of him. She noticed Ms. Stark behind the boy, reaching an arm around to clutch his dick...her dick...THE dick in her hand. She reached out to touch it, but Ms. Stark slapped her hand away. "I said look, Kim, not touch." Ms. Stark flicked her hand, using Mikey's cock as a club and whacking the little Asian girl in the face with it. Kimiko, caught off guard, was rocked backward a little from the weight of Mikey's meat and the impact of the action. A rush rippled through her and her pussy moistened. Flooded, actually! Oh, to be whacked by that kingly crest regularly would be just awesome! She immediately named it the "Royal Scepter" in her own mind, making Ms. Stark, possessor of the scepter, the queen. Ms. Stark smiled down at Kimiko, relishing the girl's submissiveness. This was going to be a very good day indeed! "You really want to touch it, don't you?" Kim nodded. "You want to kiss my cock, do you not?" Again Kim nodded and leaned forward, her eyes closed and her lips pursed to do just that, only to feel the thud as Mikey's cock crashed into her again. "Did I say you could kiss it," Ms. Stark growled? "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I just...I want it so badly!" Mikey & Ms. Stark Ch. 07 "What do you think, Mikey, should I let this bad little girl play with my toy?" Mikey had a maelstrom of feelings rushing through him at the moment. Extreme arousal and pleasure washed over him as Ms. Stark ran her long fingered hand up his hard-on and down the throbbing shaft with long, slow strokes. Concern warred with desire as he gazed at the admiring form of Kimiko, who was transfixed by the sight of his cock. "I think I'd like that," he replied with a soft voice. He allowed Ms. Stark to ease him down onto his back as she said, "I think it best to let her be on top the first time, Mikey. After all, we don't want her to be accidentally damaged when my cock slams into her, do we?" He shook his head, seeing the wisdom in this. With a girth equivalent to that of a coke can, he had doubts that he would even be able to fit the shaft into her. Add the mushroom shaped head to that and he was amazed any woman could take it at all! Kimiko had to restrain her glee. She was going to get that cock after all! When Mikey was on the blankets she let Ms. Stark guide her to her feet and over the hips of the boy. She watched Mikey lift the pole perpendicular to his torso and again she marveled at its length. There was no way it would all fit. She couldn't even take all of her biggest dildo and Mikey was even bigger than it! She intended to try, though! She grasped the thick, long limb in both tiny hands and guided it to her slit as she stood over Mikey with her legs on either side of him, her legs bent at the knees. She rubbed his slick, plentiful Precum over the tender, sensitive flesh of her newly shaved pussy, almost collapsing from the anticipation and pleasure it inspired. "All right, Kim., ease down onto it," Ms. Stark demanded. Kim took a deep breath and let her weight rest more upon the powerful tool. She grunted a deep, delayed grunt as her slit tried to open to take the fat head of Mikey's meat into her mound. Bit by bit her crevasse opened as she urged herself harder upon it until, finally, her body's natural resistance broke and she had the entire head stuffed inside her. "Oh god," she squeaked as her vaginal walls stretched beyond their limits, creating a brand new limit. She opened her eyes and looked down at Mikey while still clutching his cock with her hands and pussy. He had a fevered look on his sweating face, like he was restraining himself. She was thankful for that. Were he to thrust upward she feared the damage he could do. "More," Ms. Stark demanded and Kimiko set to work. She hefted herself and grunted as she impaled herself deeper on the mighty manhood. She repeated her effort again and again, slowly but surly driving herself further down on the powerful post. After almost 10 minutes she had a good 5 inches inside her and she stopped for a break. Mikey looked like he was in mild pain as the girl's terribly tight cunt gripped his cock. There was some discomfort, but the extreme tightness also produced a pleasure different from any he had experienced before. When Ms. Stark begun to masturbate his shaft while Kim rested he groaned from the pleasure of it. "Ohhh, Ma'am...that's so nice!" Instinctively he humped his hips up, trying to get greater sensation out of it and making Kimiko yelp in surprise from the unexpected inch he incidentally drove into her. Her body quivered, adding to his own sensations, almost forcing an ejaculation of epic proportions. He shuddered as Ms. Stark sped up both her hands, jerking his shaft mercilessly until he did just that! "NNNGGHHHH!" All his muscles tightened as a 9 second eruption blasted into Kimiko's cunt. The force and heat of it made her cry out as a super strong orgasm tore through her. Her knees went weak and she could not support herself any more. This, combined with the slickness of her arousal and the lubrication of Mikey's seed caused her to take more into her, right up to her cervix, before she fell forward, her torso crashing into Mikey's. Before her first orgasm was finished, a second started, thanks to the accidental (?) impalement of Mikey's huge hard-on even deeper inside her. The orgasm combined with her first somehow, increasing exponentially and making her almost black out! They all rested for a couple of minutes after that. Mikey needed to recover from the intensity the sensation of Kimiko's tight, tiny pussy and the way it rippled on his shaft during her climax. Kimiko was just totally drained and Ms. Stark just used the time to quickly undress, then use her own fingers to bring herself to climax. "Oh! My! Freaking! God!" Kimiko lifted herself up off Mikey with her weakened arms. "I'm FULL! So full! I can feel him against my end!" "Well, get up and ride my cock, you little slut," demanded Ms. Stark! Kimiko eagerly, if weakly, complied. She got to her feet again and tried to lift herself up Mikey's shaft...but couldn't! She heaved and huffed, straining her legs to rise and failed as the bulbous, fat, incredibly hard head of Mikey's manhood caught against the inner walls of her vagina, much like the barb of an arrow would keep it from being removed. "Ms. Stark...Ma'am...I can't! I'm...I think I'm stuck!" Kimiko kept trying, using all her might to try and stand. The results were that she actually lifted Mikey off the floor by his cock, making him cry out in pain. Realizing what she was doing, she quickly dropped down, making the head strain against her cervix again, which made her squeal in delight. Ms. Stark watched the scene unfold, her eyes gaping open wider and wider. She wrapped her arms around Kimiko, her hands clutching the diminutive girl's B cups while her own F's pressed into Kimiko's back. Once she had a good, strong hold she used her prodigious strength to haul Kimiko up again, which made Mikey squeal like a little girl as his huge cock resisted stretching. Instead of just dropping them down, however, she used her strength and gravity, driving Kimiko downward, forcing her to take even more of Mikey's tremendous trunk! Mikey gasped as he felt the breaching. Kimiko wailed and clenched her fists as pain crammed into her. Ms. Stark grinned in satisfaction, knowing she had just driven the girl's body down even more, forcing her to take Mikey's cock even deeper! He had not quite buried the head into Kimiko's womb, but he was oh, so close! Kimiko had tears running down her face and Mikey's guilt knew no bounds. "Oh, no! I'm sorry, Kim! I didn't mean to hurt you!" "You hurt me all you want, Mikey," Kimiko replied through sobs. "I love it! I LOVE YOUR HUGE FUCKING COCK!" "Huh?" Mikey was startled by her extreme response. He knew he had hurt her. That was obvious. She seemed PLEASED by this, though. It was all very confusing.. Ms. Stark, seeming not to notice that Kimiko had referred to her cock as Mikey's, asked, "Are you still stuck, Slut?" "Oh, yes," Kimiko responded as little orgasms washed over her repeatedly. "Oh, am I ever! I can't get your cock out of me!" She tried, oh, how she tried, each attempt causing a mini orgasm. Her body wanted to squirt her juices all over Mikey's meat, but he was so thick that she could not. He pussy was so strained it prevented her release of fluid...which built up and built up, causing the intensity of her pleasure to rise in turn. "Well, "Ms. Stark answered, "you will just have to fuck my darling boy until he loses his erection so that you can un-impale yourself. I should mention, though, his medication seems to last for about 22 hours!" "Ma'am," Mikey said, "Uh...that will mean...uuuhhh...we can't go to school. OOOHHHHhhhhh!" Kimiko had so much on him inside her, more than half, that his own cum was contained and his balls and shaft strained from the buildup as well, leaving him on the edge of pleasure and feeling no small amount of discomfort. "Oh, yes you will," Ms. Stark answered! "You will not miss school, either of you! You two will just have to go to school joined the way you are!" Kimiko's eyes rolled into the back of her head. The very thought of Mikey and her joined at the genitals in front of the whole school drove her nuts! She could picture him walking up the steps, the bounce as she clutched against him stirring his cock inside her as all eyes gazed on the pair! A quiet groan escaped her as her juices finally burst free and her pleasure levels soared to untouched heights. Mikey could not believe she would do that to him! He looked at her fearfully and Ms. Stark smiled lovingly and replied, "You're a slut, Mikey, and a whore for me! Think of it as advertising! The whole school already knows about my cock's hugeness. When they see it buried in Kimiko they will know it can be done! Think of it as advertising!" Mikey groaned and grunted as Kimiko's intensely quivering quim milked the cream from his cock, her womb hungrily devouring every drop! "Oh! He's...cum...ming...in...me," Kimiko managed to whisper right before the incredible pleasure drove consciousness from her. Ms. Stark had no intention of making them go to school the next day. Mikey couldn't fall behind during school if he tried and Kimiko...well, it would be amazing if she could even stand up after what she was enduring. She watched the pair coupling on and off all night, their bodies never apart, dick and cunt always joined together. She fell asleep after carrying them, which was quite the struggle, to her bed and curling up beside them. When they finally separated the next day she let them know they were both staying home today. Kimiko could not close her legs and was in obvious discomfort and pain. "Oh, my...I'm...I feel so empty," Kimiko exclaimed. "It hurts. It hurts a lot, but it is sooo worth it!" Literally overnight Kimiko's world had changed. She had discovered things about Mikey that shamed her and made her want to protect him for reasons other than the selfish ones she'd had before. She had had greater pleasure than she ever thought possible. She had chosen a surrogate family to add to her almost non-existent one. Life had improved for her. She hoped that this improved things for her teacher and maternal example and her...whatever that studly dear Mikey was. Mikey & Ms. Stark She lay upon him, her massive breasts soft and heavy and in his face. He couldn’t help but lick and suck at them. They were so inviting. This was enough to get her past the pain of being so impaled and she started to move her hips. Mikey moaned into her nipples and she cried out, another climax fast approaching. “Michael,” she gasped! He started to move his hips to and groaned, his lips vibrating on her breasts. “Mmmmm!” He suckled for all he was worth, his fear and shyness obliterated by her sexual assault. “FUCK!” Ms. Stark started to quicken the pace as her cunt clenched his cock. Her head was swimming as another orgasm shot through her, filling her with heat. Mikey gasped at her exclamation. Ms. Stark didn’t swear! She was a teacher! She was fucking him! Teachers didn’t do that either! He erupted again, his powerful ejaculation quickly filling and overfilling her pussy, running down her legs as she continued the frenzied fuck. Over and over again she engulfed his entire tool. Finally, after yet another cum, she climbed off of him and stopped to regain her breath. “Holy fuck! That cock! Ass…I need it in my ass!” She scampered over him again, grasping the shaft as she guided her anus to the tip. The cum-slickened head pressed against her star. She opened it, like she had to go, then tried to relax. She carefully forced herself down. She wanted to scream as he breached her outer ring, but no sound escaped her soft lips. Mikey watched as she took his cock’s head in her rear. He looked at her face, seeing it contorted in pain and determination. He grunted as she forced his dick deeper and deeper into her cave, glad that his and her cum was making it even a little easier. The tightness was overwhelming and he climaxed again, shooting another long, powerful stream of jizz up her ass. She felt the jet splatter inside her and lost it. Another orgasm wracked her body and she fell again on his humungous cock. Another silent scream and she was blinded again. Michael reached up his hands to her breasts, his eyes closed and muscles clenched, teeth gritted. “FUCK,” she exclaimed again! How she loved this…this eighth wonder of the world. She had never felt so full, so complete. “FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY ASS..!” She screamed it over and over, like an obscene mantra as she bounced up and down on his shaft. Her breasts bounced too, flopping as Michael tried to hold them. He bucked his hips upward, arching his back to add to the force of her attack, ramming the thick thing up her anal canal. She screamed and came again, her ass clenching even tighter. His cum lubricated her, making it easier, but still it hurt. “HURTS! HURTS SO GOOD! UUHHHH!” That was the last she managed to say as she surrendered to the sensations. Mikey just kept pumping into her as she gazed vacantly into the distance, drooling from the sheer bliss. Again and again he pumped, then roared and launched another climactic assault on her ass! Again it overfilled her, dripping down her legs. Finally she bounced off him and collapsed on top of him. “Ooohh…oh my god…” she cooed, clutching him under her protectively. “I love my new cock!” She would throw away all her toys tomorrow. None would ever be needed again. After all, she had her new cock to play with… -------------------------------------------------- The crowd heaved a collective sigh as the tale spinner stopped to take a drink of his wine. The listeners begun to chatter among themselves, all of them in various states of arousal. The tale spinner smiled and said, “Well, good folk, shall I continue the tale?”