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."
