Novel & Cerita Busty Teachers

And the second lecturer, was Miss Bisi, the woman was even more terrible than Linda, out the outside she looks nice and all but when it comes to any school activity that lady is a demon, the times when she's more wicked is during examination malpractice cause if she catches a student that means 👋 Bye! But though she may be nasty, but her body be fyn bobo, She always wear short skirts which reveal her silk sexy legs, her ass may not be a thing too watch but her breasts, Oh my God! Milk factory is at work! She loves bouncing her boobs when she walks among male students or when she teaches in class, Every guy in that department wants to grope her breasts! So seeing this bitches in this party

Ayo said. I laughed softly, “You can say that again." “I can see you and Sandra are pretty close," Ayo said, arching his brows at me and I smiled “Yeah man, there are so many things I want to tell you, man.." A teacher entered the class so we had to end our discussion. It was the biology teacher Mr Ajayi Tunde, a short bald man, aka Mr turtle. Because he is too slow in speaking. He started his lectures which lasted for two hours and subsequent teacher's also came in. Today's lectures were super boring and I couldn't wait for the bell to ring for break time, and I got my wish as the bell rang for break.

Hearing all this, I remembered what happened 2 days ago. 2 days ago.... Aditya Sir was teaching in the class. All the girls were staring at him more than studying. Sir was so handsome. There was nothing much in front of him. For once, no one could say that he is a professor by looking at him. In the middle of the class, my attention was on whatever happened this morning. Just then the girl sitting next to me shook me. I was startled. Just then, Sir's voice came. "Miss Riya, if you find my class so boring, then you can go and stand outside. If not, then repeat what I have just taught."

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student

Then the shapes began to move, and everything changed. Ms. Elena Voss, the strictest and most respected female teacher in the entire school was completely naked, riding Mr. Ramirez hard on the bed. The same Ms. Voss who always walked the hallways with her head high, scolding students for the smallest mistakes, was now moaning loudly as she bounced on him. Her usual neat bun was messy, strands of hair sticking to her flushed face. Her professional blouse hung open, and her skirt was pushed up around her waist. She was grinding down on Mr. Ramirez’s cock with desperate, hungry movements, her breasts bouncing with every thrust.

Devin explains with a deep throaty laugh. As Devin stated, Mr Bryant was our geography teacher and was quite possibly the most boring human to have ever graced this planet. He was exceedingly dull and spoke in a droning tone that would send half his class into a heavy-eyed trance. And for some unbeknownst reason, he would single out Devin every single time. There was a rumour circulating the school that he had it in for Devin because he was always flirting with Miss Hudson, our very young and attractive maths teacher who had the attention of every male in the school. You know the teacher/student cliché that most boys fantasised about, well it turns out Mr Bryant was rather smitten with her.

Maybe if something bad happened to their teachers they would celebrate because it means that classes will be suspended. I head to the teachers’ office and not long after I saw the silhouette of a girl at the window. Today is a lucky day, the office was empty. All teachers in the department have classes including the dean. I hid behind the door. It opened and the girl stepped inside the room. I immediately yanked her and pulled her blouse’s neckline revealing her luscious huge mounds in my face. I smashed my face in between them massaging my cheeks with her mounds. I locked the door behind her and pulled her on my office’s desk. I placed my hands on the sides of her waist and made her sit on

"Maybe I'm just living a pipe dream." "Or maybe they are." She moved closer and leaned against my side. "You know every young girl dreams of having a sexcapade with their teacher. It's part of growing up from girl to woman." I snorted and laughed. "Is that so?" "Absolutely. The main problem is that most guy teachers aren't exactly attractive." "No?" I lifted my eyebrow and worked to memorize the cute look on her face. "Nope." She sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. "I would assume that's probably why you're getting so much attention."

Miss Matthews for Social Sciences, Mr Smith for AP Mathematics, Miss Carlson for Physical Education, Mrs Miller for AP Greek, Mr Porter for Science and Biology and Mr Peterson for AP English. With a smile I scribbled on the back of her note 'me too!' before handing it back to her. Miss Matthews, my home room teacher as well as my teacher for Social Sciences, rambled on about how this year would be the year we would "blossom into butterflies in order for us to spread our wings and go far in life". I'm almost certain that you must have failed your psych exam to become a teacher... at least at my school. She had pushed back her grey hair into the severe bun which perched on top of her head, und

"I think I'd like to meet second runner up and then first and then we'll go with your teacher of the year." "Sounds great. You thinking in their rooms or in a conference room?" "I think their rooms would work better for the pictures if that's okay?" The girl slowed a little as Kari moved up beside her. "I think that's great. The second runner up this year was Ms. Basting. She's a language arts teacher and she's older than dirt, but smart as all get out."