DETENTION

This is a work of fiction. The part about me being in detention is true and the teacher was checking me out and no doubt jerking off after I left but sad to say I did not bust his balls. This story merely tells what I wish I had done.

I was pissed off. Stuck at school in an all day detention on a fucking Saturday all because I cut chemistry class earlier in the week. I'm not ever going to use chemistry and I carry a B+ in the class anyway so what the hell. Mr. Moore had definitely got himself on my shit list.

Mr. Moore was a late 30's early 40's man right around 6' tall with a little bit of flab to him putting him right around 200-210lbs. Dark hair starting to gray and who cares what color this assholes eyes are. He sat at his desk grading papers occasionally glancing up to make sure I wasn't sleeping.

It had been 2 hours of me sitting there, sometimes reading a text book, sometimes staring into space wishing I could just go home. That's when I caught him the first time! I looked up and he quickly burried his head back into his papers. But he hadn't been grading his tests. He had been staring at me. Obviously he had been checking out as much of my body as he could see while I was sitting in my desk. I'm sure he was trying to see as much of my tits as he could as they are two of my best features. They are huge and firm. At this time Ihad just turned 18 and I was fully developed. They are a whopping 44DD size. To bad for him, it was late Fall and I was wearing a sweater. I know they still cut a nice curvy picture to look at and I started to think I could use this to my advantage.

"How long am I going to have to stay here Mr. Moore?"

He looked up from his papers again and said, "until 2:30 Alexa. I'm sure this isn't how you wanted to spend your Saturday but you're the one who skipped class."

"That's another 5 hours, Mr. Moore," I whined. "Isn't there anything I can do to get out early?" I asked the question kind of pouty.

"I'm afraid not. There are consequences for breaking the rules. I suggest you pass the time by studying up on the last chapter in your chemistry text. There might be a pop quiz next week."

Something was going to go pop if this jerkoff didn't let me out early. "Gosh, but it's warm in here. I think I'll take off my sweater." Mr. Moore's gaze immediately snapped up from his papers to my chest. As I pulled the sweater over my head I pretended it got caught and made sure to bounce my chest up and down while I got myself situated. He didn't know it but I could see through the material of the sweater. He was staring, transifixed as my tits bounced up and down. Underneathe my sweater I was wearing a tight fitting, short sleeved, polo style shirt. Of the three buttons this shirt had, none of them were fastened. I finished getting the sweater off and put away, pretending the whole while not to have noticed Mr. Moore's leacherous gaze.

Standing up from my desk I stretched out hard, sticking my tits out even farther than they normally go. "I've got an idea Mr. Moore."

Blinking his eyes and shaking his head a little he said, "what's that Alexa?"

"How about I help you out grading your papers?" I asked walking from my desk to the head of the classroom where he sat. "That way you can get your work done a little faster and I'm sure I'd learn oodles just going over some of those tests." I had purposely, but not blatantly, let my voice become a little more childish. A little more...seductive.

"I don't know," he stammered. Now that I was standing up he had a better view of all my luscious, tight, young body had to offer. Needless to say, he was having trouble focusing on a conversation that entailed eye contact. "You really should study and learn on your own. I'd hate for others to think that you had somehow cheated by getting answers from their work."

"Well," I stopped halfway to his desk, "if you don't want me to help and work a little closer with you I'll just go sit down." One more bra busting stretch before I turned around. On my way back to my desk I pretended to drop a pencil and bent over. My form fitting jeans giving him an excellent view of my perfect ass.

"I suppose it couldn't hurt to have you help me grade some papers," Mr. Moore said generously. "Just don't take advantage of my good nature now. I expect you to pay attention and do a good job."

"Oh, I will," I said thankfully. I walked back up to the head of the classroom and pulled a chair over so I could sit just a little to Mr. Moore's left. He handed me stack of tests, a red pen, and an answer key. "I'll do such a good job I know your just going to burst."

"I'm going to what, Alexa?" he asked trying to fix me with a frowning gaze. He might have actually pulled it off but the pervert couldn't look me straight in the eyes. Not when my tits were pushed up and there was a mountain of cleavage on his radar.

"Your going to burst, Mr. Moore," I said in the seductive voice again. "You know, with pride. I bet you'll burst so much you'll even decide to let me leave a little early."

"I wouldn't get your hopes up Alexa. Now get to work. You've got a lot to do before I'm ready to burst."

Mr. Moore had come to Saturday detention dressed casually. Probably what he considered cool. Addidas warm up pants, t-shirt, and a jacket. The warm up pants didn't conceal the boner growing between his legs. He shifted back and forth a little trying to hide it all the while trying to look down my shirt.

I actually worked at grading tests for about 5 minutes. I had my face down to see the tests but I wasn't bent over so much that Mr. Moore couldn't look down my shirt. Out of the corner of my eye I could see he was pitching a tent in his pants. I looked up a little and pointed to something on his desk and said, "what's that?"

"What's what?" he asked back, not sure of what I had pointed to.

I leaned in to show him what I was talking about and made sure to smash my tits into his shoulder. To his credit, he tried to lean out of it but I just pretended that I slipped, a little off balance, and put my hand out to steady myself. My hand landed on his very hard cock. "Mr. Moore! What have we here?"

He stood up from his chair and tried to back away but I kept my hand clutched to his cock. "Now see here Alexa," he began.

"You see here," I cut him off. "It looks like Mr. Moore Jr. likes me. It looks like he likes me a lot," the whole while rubbing his dick through his pants. "Don't you like me too, Mr. Moore?"

Mr. Moore didn't say anything for a minute. He didn't know what to do. In all honesty he had actually looked forward to this Saturday detention. For once he didn't mind coming in on the weekend because he knew that it was going to be just him and Alexa alone at the school. All day to stare at her gorgeouss body, especially her tits. He had jerked himself off all last night fantasizing about sucking on her nipples, shoving his face into her cleavage, and then vigorously titty fucking the shit out of her huge hooters. "Alexa, this is inappropriate," he began.

"Is it Mr. Moore?" she asked coyly now rubbing his cock with one hand and rubbing her tits through her shirt with the other. "Are you sure it's inappropriate?"

"This is...just wrong," he finally spat out. Poor Mr. Moore sounded really torn.

I stopped rubbing him for a second and went over to close the classroom door. The I locked it as an afterthought. Speaking in that childish, seductive tone I said, "Were the only ones here. No one will ever find out. It's obvious to me that Mr. Moore Jr. really doesn't want me to stop. In fact, I was just going to take off my shirt. But if you don't want to see my tits, maybe feel them and suck on my perfect nipples, then I'll stop. I've still got plenty of papers to grade for you and I do want to make sure you burst for me, Mr. Moore."

I could see the battle being fought in Mr. Moore's head. Both of them actually. I gave it a few seconds and when he had still said nothing, I turned as if to sit back down and grade more tests. "Wait," he cried out.

I stopped and turned back around to face him. "Yes?"

"Don't stop. It'll be worth it, whatever the consequences, to see and feel your tits."

I walked up close to stand right next to him. Rubbing my tits into his arm I said, "I would like you to do one thing for me first Mr. Moore."

He looked a little troubled at that, almost afraid. "What's that, Alexa?"

"I want you to close your eyes while I take my shirt off."

He looked relieved even though his face showed that this request made no sense to him. "No problem my dear."

Poor old Mr. Moore closed his eyes. I rubbed his cock nice and sensuously through the material of his pants. "Shirts not off yet. Keep your eyes closed until I tell you it's ok to open them." I reached out and cupped his balls in my hand and gently tugged him from behind his desk over to the side where there was more room to move. He seemed to enjoy my hand on his balls and followed easily. "Ok, you can open them now."

He opened his eyes expecting to see my huge tits. Instead, what he saw was my foot flying up between his legs and he felt his little balls being crushed between his pelvis and my foot. "Urk!" He collapsed to the floor. Rolling around with his hands trying to cover his groin.

"You fucking sick pervert! You've been checking me out all day." I reached down and grabbed his hands. He fought me as best he could but the strength just wasn't there. I easily pulled his hands out of the way and stomped down again on his ballsack. This time it seemed like I had gotten not only his balls but also the tip of his dick underneathe my heel. After slamming them down I ground my heel back and forth.

"Aarrhh!" he screamed again. "Please," he cried. "Please, no more."

"Get up you piece of shit."

"I can't," he cried like a little sissy.

"You better get up by the time I count to 10 or I'll mash your balls so hard they'll just be a bag full of goo between your legs!" I accented this command with a kick to the head.

I started counting and he got himself up by the time I reached 8. "Please, please," he whimpered. "I don't understand. I thought you liked me."

"I do like you Mr. Moore. That's why I'm going to show you my tits. You still want to see them don't you?"

He just stared in disbelief. He didn't know what to think. He was in such pain but the prospect of seeing my tits was too much to pass up. "Yes."

"Yes what, Mr. Moore?"

"Yes, I still want to see your tits."

"Then I'll need for you to pull down your pants."

He just stood there staring.

"Now asshole," I commanded. "You better fucking hurry before I change my mind and start beating your balls again."

That got his attention and he had his pants and underwear down around his ankle in a flash. I circled him, lightly touching him here and there, rubbing my fingers over part of his leg or ass. He jumped and whimpered with each touch.

I came to stand in front of him and pulled him close to me. My breasts were now solidly smashed against his chest and his wang was responding despite the beating his testicles had just taken. "Why Mr. Moore, you sure do like me. Even after I beat your balls I still make you hard. Me...a little 18 year old slip of a girl has you all worked up. You know what Mr. Moore?"

"What?" he asked. It was a whisper. He was afraid. At the place where your torn between fear and anticipation.

"I've decided I'm going to beat your balls some more." Before he could even digest what I'd just said I slammed my knee up into his balls. He keeled over but I was there to catch and hold him. I pushed him up against the wall and kneed him quickly 3 times in a row. On the last knee I kept it planted in his nuts and ground back and forth.

Mr. Moore couldn't even scream. The only thing keeping him upright was my hand on his chest and my knee grinding away at his nutsac. The color in his face had gone green and he looked as if he might vomit.

I continued to grind for another minute and then let him slide down to the floor. "Now you can see my tits Mr. Moore."

No matter the pain he was in, the man still looked up to see if my chest was bared. He had it bad for my boobs and I guess I felt like I owed him something.

Pulling my shirt off over my head I let him drink in the bra shot. Stupendous amount of cleavage. "Well hello Mr. Moore Jr. It looks like your a hard one to keep down." I couldn't believe it but his dick was getting hard again. His balls were bruised and starting to swell but his dick was standing erect and at attention. Then I unclasped my bra and let my tits out.

"Oh my lord," he gasped. My tits are perfect. They are huge, firm, and have perfect quarter sized nipples. No sagging.

"Mr. Moore, I have a proposition for you. If you want I will stick your little dickie in between my tits and get you off. If you choose that, then I will pop one of your ballsy wallsies after you shoot off. Or, I can just beat your balls some more, leave detention when I'm finished and you can keep your little eggy intact."

He just sat there, not knowing what to say.

I leaned in close, my tits rubbing on his arm and brushing his face. I whispered seductively in his ear, "don't you want my boobies wrapped around your little dickie, Mr. Moore? Wouldn't it feel great to cum all over my big ol boobs? Then I can just stand on your ballsack and make a scrambled egg. You'd like that, wouldn't you Mr. Moore? It's making me wet just thinking about it. Oh please say yes Mr. Moore."

The touching and rubbing, the pain and all the talk was too disorienting for him. "Yes!" he cried out.

"Yes what, Mr. Moore?"

"Yes, I want you to tittyfuck me."

"And what else, Mr. Moore?"

"Yes I want you to tittyfuck me and then crush one of my balls. Please crush it. Crush them both if you want. Just do it!"

I smiled at him sweetly. Gifted him by smothering his face with my breasts for a couple of moments and then I wrapped them around his cock. Sad to say for old Mr. Moore, it only took about 20 seconds and I had gobs of jizz flying out of his peehole. It was plastered all over my tits. "Mr. Moore, I need you to clean this up for me."

I pulled his face close to my tits and he began to lick his spunk off of me. When he had gotten it all off to my satisfaction I stood up and got a text book from his desk. I laid him down almost gently on the floor and placed the text book under his nutsac. It was strange but the resistance was totally gone. Mr. Moore had accepted his fate. "Say goodbye to your ballsy wallsies Mr. Moore. I'm hungry for scrambled eggs."

I stood full weight on his sack and ground back and forth. He screamed and moaned but did not try to get away. The male testicles are pretty durable and it took at least five minutes of straight ball abuse but finally I could feel his balls beginning to break down. Grinding harder and harder, his screams louder and louder, his balls finally went pop. Mr. Moore passed out and I toed his ball bag. Just a pile of goo now.

I then got dressed, kicked him one last time in his sack and left. Mr. Moore evidently made it to a hospital in time to get help because he lived but he never did return to his teaching job and he never went to the police about it either. I guess the ballless wonder was afraid of how it would all work out in court.

Hope you all enjoyed. Constructive criticizm welcome.

Kicks and Stomps,

Mistress Grind