Captain Underpants Teacher Novels & Stories

He was now changed into a plane white tee and faded blue jeans, while I wore a plus size pink t-shirt and sky blue shorts. “Oh, you think you’re funny? I’m pretty sure the police would find it fucking hilarious that a teacher just sneaked into his student’s house, through the window at fucking 2 a.m.!” I snapped at him. “Oh, I’ve been here a while and trust me, you won’t be complaining when they arrive.” If possible, his smirk widened. “And why’s that?” I raised an eyebrow. “Who knows,” he sat up from his sleeping position. “I might be tempted to demonstrate a scene from one of your erotica stories.”

"Yes, they are." He kneaded them as Natalie dropped to her knees and unzipped my dress. The skirt fell down my legs. I wore black tights beneath. Her hands slid up them as Carter massaged them. I shuddered as she drew down my tights next. "And plain panties," she said. "Beth, you're a beautiful, young woman. You shouldn't hide it this much just because you're shy. I know you're not a slut like Ms. Waters." "Mmm, I'm such a slut," the teacher said, her skirt hiked around her waist. Cum dripped out of her shaved pussy and ran down to the tops of her stockings. She wore thigh-highs?

She then took off her skirt and then her underwear as she put on the basin and opened her legs for him. “Come over and taste me, boy.” She beckoned him as Oliver smirked. “Think about it once more,” Oliver said there was a hint of warning in his voice. The teacher smirked at him as she widened her legs while unbuttoning her top, “I have already thought about everything, take off your clothes and show me your real self.” She commanded him and Oliver’s smirk widened. “Real self..” He repeated feeling astonished. He then closed his eyes and opened them while changing completely. The teacher who was on the basin widened her eyes in horror but before she could move she was pinned at the basin and

"Excuse me?" "You hit me with a…" I trailed off, looking around for what he hit me with. I found the culprit lying on the floor, a red chalk. Give a round of applause to the only teacher who would use chalk to write on a marker board. The only teacher who would wear pants big enough to fit an extra human his size and an old shirt I'm sure was passed on to him from his father's father. The teacher was old-fashioned, odd, and ugly. Yet he loved staring at boobs. "Can you tell me why you are sleeping when I'm teaching?"

am surprised when i see the headmaster and one of our big booty teacher fucking eachother so hard while the principal is sweating like some one on a land digger work . . . .jasmine: whattttttttttt . . .stay tuned

Hips that swayed just enough to make every guy in the senior class shift in his seat. I’m Viktor. I'm Eighteen and Captain of the wrestling team. The one teachers whisper about in the lounge because they know I’m trouble but can’t quite pin anything on me. Yet. She started class like they all do. Introduced herself. Wrote her name on the board in neat cursive. Tried to sound confident while twenty pairs of eyes stripped her bare. But I wasn’t subtle. I leaned back. Legs spread wide under the desk. Staring straight at her. When she bent to pick up a dropped marker the dress rode up just enough to flash the lace edge of her thong. Black and sexy, wet already? Maybe wishful thinking. It didn't

Upon taking the notepad from Weston, he walked to the front of the class and turned the next page of the notepad. What he saw made his expression change. It took much effort for him to remain calm. He started reading. "Dear, Maths teacher, how are you doing? I had a bad dream that you were still teaching Maths even though your period was over. I also had another dream where you turned into a donkey and a tag was placed around your neck that read 'Piss on me and your rotten luck in life will change for the better. Only need half a dollar from you'. I wanted to skip over but you insisted that I should pee on your donkey self. I saw how disgustingly pitiful you looked, so I turned around and fa

she continued, hardly reacting at all to the teacher's strong words, or the offer that had followed them, "you don't like licking pussy, you don't like going down on girls, you love sucking cock..." "That's right," the teacher said sternly, clearly about to explode in anger once more. "...how do you feel about sucking clit?" "Oh," the teacher replied, sitting down as if the storm had passed, as if she'd never raised her voice at all. "Well, now that you ask - I do love sucking clit."

Chapter 3: I Get Destroyed, Stretched, and Creampied Like a Filthy Schoolgirl Fucktoy by My Pornstar Professor and Her Hung Partner Professor Nadia yanks me up by my hair and shoves me face-down over the large lecture desk, my heavy tits squishing painfully against the cold wood. Marcus kicks my legs wide apart, my short schoolgirl skirt flipped up over my ass, soaked panties ripped off and tossed aside. “Ass higher, slut,” Professor Nadia commands, her voice pure ice-cold dominance. “Show us that rebellious little cunt you were so eager to expose me with.”

Bianca, It was nice to meet you today. I realize this was your first time in a school in this capacity, so I thought it might help you to know a few things. Please don't take this as me talking down to you, I liked you upon meeting you today, so take this in the spirit that it's meant to be – helpful. Never, ever cuss when you're at school – unless you are friends (and I mean friends) with the person that you're talking to. I know that your boyfriend was probably an asshole, and if we had been out at a bar, like say, Wet Wanda's, that would be fine, but some of these teachers will chew you up and spit you out. Same with the note from your boyfriend. Don't let him cuss in those again. Smaller