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.