Captain Underpants Teacher Novels & Stories

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" He mentioned with utmost profanity. She giggled. It was after ages she was bitching about teachers. She had always been a sincere student. Life had been her teacher lately. "Okay then you should guess whose Mr. Potato?" she asked enjoying the little safe conversation running. "Mr. Patterson" he replied immediately. "That was fast" she complimented. "No that was too obvious. With his fat bulky body and easy availability whatever day of the year it is he is always there, not a single missing of classes and tasteless notes." He said waving off his eyes in disgust. "Tasteless?" she asked now laughing hysterically.

“Since you seem to be daydreaming, you can answer.” I groaned internally but leaned back lazily. “Well, it’s simple really,” I began, letting the smirk stretch wider. “All you need is a dick and a woman.” The entire class exploded into laughter—except the teacher, who looked like she was about to combust. “This is inappropriate!” she barked. “Is it?” I tilted my head at her. “I’m just stating facts.” “Still inappropriate,” she hissed through clenched teeth. Before she could continue her rant, the bell rang.

That's disgusting. Professor Lucien Drake is obviously good-looking—standing at six feet, with flawless skin and perfect teeth. He’s probably a sight for the female teachers’ sore eyes. Actually, female students like him too, but whenever they approach him, he doesn’t entertain them—which brought about the name Grumpy Pants. "As I said, I could report you to the school disciplinary committee, but..." I don’t wait for him to finish. My heart somersaults in panic, pounding so loud it feels like it might burst through my chest. Cold tile presses against my knees as I fall, begging him like my life depends on it.

"This is literally Jeans with shirt" "The shirt shows your shoulders, which is very distracting" he replies, still looking at my breasts. "Then stop fucking looking" I say, now getting pissed off "does anyone else have a problem with what I'm wearing?" I ask, looking around at the class, who just shake their heads. "Sir, I think you are the problem and not my outfit" "Stop cursing and talk to me with respect. I'm your teacher" he almost shouts. "Fucking pedo" I mumble.

She was in her late twenties or early thirties but she looked stunning with her long jet black hair which currently cascaded down her shoulders in waves. Unlike the male teachers, especially professor Ethan, the students, especially the boys, really enjoyed the female teachers' classes and they wouldn't hesitate to bend to their will even to the point of almost kissing their feet. They did the same with Lady Coretta and Miss Anais but they would only roll their eyes and ignore their advances. Lady Coretta, sometimes even went to the extent of smacking some of the male students' faces with a ruler or the short metallic cane she always held which could elongate to a certain length.

he moaned, with my fingers still in his mouth. "If you make any noise, it's all over." I paused. He nodded again. "Then Matt, after your cock is hard and I've sucked on your balls, I'm going to get up and go right over there and lean over that lunch table. You're going to pull your pants up to your knees, walk over to me, flip my skirt up over my back, and fuck me. You're going to shove your cock into my pussy and fuck me hard. You're going to fuck me hard until I come, then you're going to dump your load in my cunt. Would you like to fuck a teacher, Matt? Have you thought about fucking a teacher? Would you like to fuck me?"

Title: My Teacher Bred Me After Class Chapter 3: Teacher Filled My Hole While The Vice Principal Watched The last bell rang and the school emptied fast. I stayed in my seat like Mr. Kane had told me with a quick look during class. My hole was still sore and wet from the bathroom fuck yesterday. Every step I took all day I felt his cum shifting inside me and leaking into my underwear. I could not stop thinking about it.

Zara kept her head down and slid into her seat. The teacher at the front was Mr. Ramirez. The same Mr. Ramirez she had watched last night. He was writing on the board, explaining some equations, but Zara wasn’t listening. Her eyes were glued to him. She remembered every detail, the way his thick cock had stretched that girl, the wet slapping sounds, the way the girl’s ass rippled with every hard thrust, the way she begged “don’t stop… your cock is so big… fill me up, daddy!”

This had been my last hope of getting a decent job. I sauntered off to the door downcast and broken, when I bumped into a man at the door. I recognised him almost immediately. "I'm sorry." I whispered, but he ran his eyes over me as if in disgust, and waltzed into the store as if he hadn't heard me at all. It was Mr. Cullen the new teacher. I had seen him severally around school, although most of the time he was either with Miss Ellen, or lurking in her shadows. Either way, he always found a way to be close to her.