Author's Note: The author does not condone in, nor encourage the
content found in his stories. Any and all characters are purely
fictional. Adults only. If you are underage, or if stories of sex
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Summary: While in detention, a girl seduces her math teacher.

(Mf)



  Megan was a student at Delano High School. She had brown skin,
a round face, and small, brown eyes. Her smooth, black hair hung
down to her shoulders. Her breasts were very large for a 16 year
old (32DD).

  Earlier that day, Megan's math teacher, Mr. Taylor, gave her
detention after she came to school late for the third time in a
row. She was wearing a white, buttoned blouse with a tight pair
of jeans, and white sneakers. It was 3:24 and she was sitting in
a blue, plastic chair, in room 118. The classroom was an average
size, and had a blue and white, tile floor. Sun shone through the
open windows, in the back, through which trees were visible. The
room was empty, except for her and Mr. Taylor, who sat at his
desk, in front of the chalkboard.

  Mr. Taylor was a 6'2, thin, light-skinned man. He was wearing a
canary yellow, buttoned shirt, which was tucked into a pair of
tan khakis, and white shoes. A pair of horn-rimmed glasses hung
from the bridge of his long nose. His black hair was neatly
combed, and he had no facial hair. Currently, he was sitting in
his wooden, purple-cushioned chair, reading Stephen King's
"Christine".

  Bored, Megan got up and walked over to the teacher's desk. He
didn't notice her until she put her hands on the brown, wooden
desk and bent over. The way she was positioned allow Mr. Taylor
to see down her shirt, where the top three buttons were undone.
Her hands were together, causing her arms to squeeze her breasts
together. "Whatcha reading, Mister?", she asked, sweetly, tilting
her head.

  Mr. Taylor's brown eyes shifted from the white pages of his
book, up to Megan's chest. As she had planned, the first thing he
saw was the top of her breasts. When he realized that he was
staring, he quickly looked at her smiling face.

  "Nice, huh?", she said, mischievously.

  "W-what?", he asked, nervously.

  "That book. I saw that movie on Cinemax."

  With both hands, Mr. Taylor tipped the book so he could see the
cover, then breathed a short sigh of relief. "Oh. It was a good
movie, but I prefer the novel."

  "Can I read it with you?"

  "I guess so. Have a seat."

  "Thanks", she grinned. Without warning, she sat on his lap,
prompting him to raise his arms on impulse. The way she was
positioned made the aroused man even more uncomfortable. To make
matters worse, she then wiggled her ass over his cock so she
could get more comfortable, then leaned backwards, into his
chest.

  "Miss Sherwood...?"

  "Yes?", Megan replied, innocently, looking up, at him.

  "Can you please sit in a chair?"

  "What's wrong?" She wiggled in his lap, still looking at him.
"It feels like you like that." She smiled.

  Mr. Taylor cleared his throat. "This is very inappropriate."
His voice wasn't too convincing.

  Megan rose off of him, anyway, and stepped to the closed,
windowless door, which was a few feet to the left of the
teacher's desk. She locked it and moved to the front of the
teacher's desk. Slowly, she undid the third, fourth, and fifth
buttons of her blouse.

  "Megan..." Mr. Taylor turned his head to the side, but his eyes
refused to follow.

  Holding both sides of her now unbuttoned shirt, Megan
nonchalantly pulled it apart, exposing her bra-less torso. Her
large breasts were completely round, centered by dark brown
nipples.

  Mr. Taylor's jaw dropped as he rapidly blinked his eyes.
Clearing his throat, he lifted his head, sneakily shifting his
eyes back down to her bare chest. "Miss Sherwood", he paused and
cleared his throat, "please cover yourself."

  Not bothering to respond, Megan approached him and bent over,
placing her lips on his. Using her tongue, she parted his lips
and searched inside his mouth. Her hands went to his lap and
caressed his thighs. The teacher weakly tried to pull away from
the kiss, but she just moved her head closer to his. Her
experienced tongue licked all over his gums and teeth.

  Meanwhile, Megan's hands had already unbuckled Mr. Taylor's
black belt, and were unzipping his fly. He moaned into her mouth
as she reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. Finally,
she broke the kiss so she could look at it. The cock was long and
thick.

  "Wow, Mr. Taylor", she gushed, while taking her jeans off.
"Yours is even bigger than my boyfriend's." Gently, she held it
in her right hand, while lifting her left leg to straddle her
shocked teacher's lap. With two fingers on her left hand, she
pulled the left leg hole of her white panties. As she pressed his
meat against her cunt, she sat down lower.

  "Ahh!", Mr. Taylor moaned when his cock went deep enough for
her to actually sit on his lap.

  Megan hissed, then held his shoulders. She started by rotating
her hips, then slowly bouncing up and down. Eventually, her
movements increased and she began to bounce even more wildly. Mr.
Taylor protested, but never tried to fend her off.

  "So... mister... uhh... about my... mmmm... grades. I was
thinking (gasp) you could... ooh... give me a raise."

  "Is... a... ahh... C okay?"

  "Mmm-mmm", Megan replied, shaking her head and bouncing harder.

  "C+?"

  "Uhhh... (gasp) uhhh."

  "Okay, okay, a B!", moaned Mr. Taylor, holding her bucking
hips.

  "Ooh... you're getting warmer." Megan squeezed his thin
shoulders. "But... that doesn't sound good enough." She bounced
on his lap even harder, while shaking his shoulders.

  Mr. Taylor grit his teeth and closed his eyes. "Okay... uhhh...
a B+! Ahh... how about a B+? Uhh!"

  "Ooooh..."

  "Uhh..."

  "Uhhh..."

  "Mmmph!"

  "Uhh! Ohhh!"

  "Ahh! Oh, God! A+! I'll give you an A+ for the whole year!"

  "Uhhh!"

  "Ahhhh!! Ahh!! Ahhhh!!!"

  Mr. Taylor's first spurt shot out and splashed inside Megan.
Megan shook his shoulders hard and madly jumped up and down. He
tightly shut his eyes and grit his teeth. Another load, and then
another, shot out, prompting him to buck his hips slower, but
harder. He held her waist and massaged her sides as she bounced a
little slower, wiggling her hips from side to side.

  When it was over, Mr. Taylor lifted his head back, dangling it
over the back of his seat. His face was completely blush and
sweaty. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

  With her hands on Mr. Taylor's chest, Megan lifted herself off
of him; his cock literally popped out of her cunt and bent limply
to its side. She put her clothes back on as he watched,
exhaustedly."Well, it's 4:00", she said, casually. "Detention's
over. Have a nice day, Mr. Taylor." She blew her stunned teacher
a kiss, waved at him, and walked out of the room, closing the
door behind her.