Captain Underpants Teacher Novels & Stories

There is a dead mouse stuck in the air conditioning unit during summer, filling the classroom with a foul odor. Henry Hudson, my homeroom teacher, instantly blames it on me, saying I don't shower. He mocks me for reeking of pigs and polluting the air in the classroom since Mom and Dad raise pigs for a living. He even insists that Mom and Dad sell our pigs to buy new air conditioners for the classroom. I flush with shame as I repeatedly insist that I shower every single day, but my classmates still mock me and call me "Stinker Tucker". I am forced to transfer to another school after enduring the endless insults and hostile glares from countless people. Years later, I head a major biophar

I squinted my eyes as I read what's written on it, and sighed. “Thanks, I just hope the teacher is good” “Girl, I heard he's great” she said. “A he?” “Yeah, the teacher's a man” she replied. A mischievous smile crept up my face, as I bitten my lower lip sexily. “Nah, I know that look” she gave me a warning glare. “You're anticipating his dîck, right?” “Fûck yeah!” I exclaimed. “Let's just hope he's cute too, then I'll fuçk him until he's p*ssed out every drop of sperm in him” I said, then dashed towards my room before Megan would scold me.

“I hear that your stomach is hurting. Let me just prepare something for you. Maybe—” I push at him, but he bars my path. “Do you like me, Teacher? You are still young. I am not averse to having a student-teacher romantic relationship.” I almost gag in disgust. “Are you serious? Stop being a disgusting little shit.” “You are not allowed to insult your student!” “We are not in school and besides, you are also not allowed to make that revolting, vile, sickening—” “Stop! I get it already!” “So? Is your stomach really hurting or not?”

He slid up to Priscilla and pushed her knees apart, wiggled between her legs, then dipped down and kissed the crotch of her panties. His tongue lapped at her panties. He nibbled, munched, and sucked at her cunt-mound. Priscilla had never experienced such a delightful feeling that was now spreading through her. "Please!" she protested weakly. Her teacher snacked at her panties, gobbled and crunched her crotch. Priscilla tingled all over. She slid down in her chair, her legs cocked apart. Her teacher was between her legs. His long pink tongue slapped at her panties. His hot, wet mouth sucked.

I managed to avoid any further uncomfortable conversations with my teachers, giving them a narrow smile and a wave when I left. That class left me lost in my thoughts once again, as I made my way over to my next class. It was tough not to picture Miss Chase sucking my dick. That had looked like one of the hottest blowjob p**n clips ever. Miss Chase's ass had been much tighter and more muscular than I had expected, and she had very sexy legs to match. At the same time...Dammit! I wasn't supposed to be fucking ANY of my teachers!

“Haaahhhh… no… stop it… this isn’t what… aaahhh… I asked you… to do…” ”You made me wait for that long for your yummy ass, Auditioner. You need to be punished!” squealed someone in a high-pitched tone. ”So get with the program and act like the helpless student that gets it real good with his classmate and kinky teacher!” squeaked another girly voice. ”She’s not just a teacher… she’s my professor… from my college…” ”What did you say, my poor failing student? You need me to raise your grades? No problem, fill me up inside with your cum!”

Oh yeah, I almost forgot that bad boy side of him. "What did you do know?" I asked, taking a seat on the same row but three desks away from him. I didn't want to be too close to him. I might do something insanely stupid. "Teachers are just idiots. They take everything way to seriously." He ignored my question, but gave me a hint that it was a negative attitude with a teacher. "Tell me about it." I muttered with an eye roll. "Tyler Evans." An old small teacher came walking in the classroom. "Why am I not surprised to see you here?" She shook her head disapprovingly but still had a smile on her face.

At school, Robert sat in a seat that was excessively little for his six-foot outline, figuring there ought to be a regulation against having a youthful hot educator. His khaki pants' crotch was getting too tight. In preparation for class, his history teacher, Mrs. Balmain Hannah, was writing on the board. Along with the squeaking marker, her incredible butt was wriggling in time. He got lost in his daily fantasies and began stripping his teacher. While his classmates watched,

I squinted my eyes as I read what's written on it, and sighed. “Thanks, I just hope the teacher is good” “Girl, I heard he's great” she said. “A he?” “Yeah, the teacher's a man” she replied. A mischievous smile crept up my face, as I bite my lower lip sexily. “Nah, I know that look” she gave me a warning glare. “You're anticipating his dîck, right?” “Fûck yeah!” I exclaimed. “Let's just hope he's cute too, then I'll fuçk him until he's pissed out every drop of sperm in him” I said, then dashed towards my room before Megan would scold me.

Dante has turned into the bad guy, in a way that reminds me of Spencer. "If you don't want the university to know you're the teacher's pet, then listen carefully. I want you to sleep with me. I want you to fuck me senseless. If you do that I will delete the photo. Don't do it, and Professor Oakley will get fired and you'll get kicked out." I try channeling my inner actress but she won't come. Instead she hides in the background and is too timid to surface. "Alright, I'll do it. Get a hotel room for this weekend, and I will do whatever you want."