Captain Underpants Teacher Novels & Stories

They all greeted the Teacher I just sat down and watched as, Mr Peter with his lenses walked to the center of the class with his long legs, although he is in his 40s, he didn't forget to take care of himself, he wore a casual white shirt and trousers and his hair groomed well. He stood at the front of the class and looked around until his eyes stopped at me and moved away immediately. "Ok, everyone should sit down." He said ignoring me. "We will talk about the Human reproductive system." He stated as the class cheered happily "Quiet, let start..." he began the teaching for the day I sat down lazily not interested in whatever discussion is going on. AI3 already turned into a qualified teacher

His footsteps approach me, and i grin. "And why, Sinitsina?" I lock the door and unbutton my blouse, showing him my lace bra. He undress me and starts caressing my nipples, and I'm excited to the limit. "One perverted teacher fucked me all night!" "Apparently, my sweet baby wants to have killer sex!" unzips the fly on the trousers and... "Now I'm going to punish the naughty girl so that she can do her homework next time!" he cheekily takes off my skirt and panties, and i allow to eat pussy..

The classroom smells like sex. I slide off the desk onto shaking legs. My skirt is somewhere on the floor, and my underwear is nowhere to be found. Cum is running down both my thighs, and Ellis hands me a tissue. It’s pointless because a tissue is not going to fix what just happened to me. Wren buttons his shirt, straightens his collar. Kade buckles his belt and sits back in the teacher's chair like he didn't just fuck his student in it. Ellis pushes his glasses up and opens his laptop like he's about to check emails.

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."

He flops on a seat at the front. "Good morning class" the teacher greeted as he dropped his bag on the desk. Everyone replied as if they were bored. "Today, we are talking about reproduction. Please bring out your iPads and g****e reproduction?" He said nicely. We all brought out our iPads and g****e it. "Could someone explain?" He asked. "Yes Mr Wilson" he said to someone who was raising his hands up. "Yeah, it's actually when you get in bed or anywhere and fûck the hell out of a female and you cûm deep inside her, well she gets pregnant and give birth" he said making everyone to bust into laughter including me.

To make matters worse, he taught us about arousals, wet pussies, hard cocks and orgasms in that deep voice of his. There wasn't a lecture my panties weren't soaked through. I had hundreds of written stories about the two of us doing the dirty. You can call me sick, I don't care. He was just too good looking and authoritative to let go of. My laptop was filled with my written imaginations of him making me squirt, giving him blowjobs. Professor Garrett lapping on my shaved snatch and many more. If anyone were to get ahold of my laptop, I was going to get expelled. But i couldn't help it.

What this meant was that he'd have a good hour or two of uninterrupted time alone, which he intended to spend on dealing with an urgent issue. That being his painfully erect, angrily throbbing cock. The last class that he had that day was lead by Miss Alvarez, his short-statured English teacher. She was a cute Latina, fresh out of teaching school, who dazzled her students with brilliant intellect, easygoing approach, good sense of humor -- and most importantly, her cantaloupe-sized tits which looked enormous on her petite frame. All the boys obviously had a crush on the voluptuous teacher, and Jacob was no exception. Today, before the final bell rang, he had sneaked a peak inside her cleavag

Make sure you get a nice seat, so I can easily find you and I'm serious. "Yes boss" "One more thing" "And what's that? "Keep yourself on a low-key and stay away from my teachers. No flirting around. Flirting isn't allowed " "But you said you've got beautiful female teachers, didn't you? Why stop me from confirming how true your statement is? "That's because I know you. I'm not stopping you, just don't do it now. I do not want to loose the game and loose my face, got it? "Aye aye captain toddler "

He commented, still catching his breath. I nodded, “yes.” Then a breathy chuckle, “Mrs. Hutchinson will have no idea what has happened here when she sits her fat ass on this chair tomorrow.” That drew a soft laugh from me. Mrs. Hutchinson was our English teacher and we had her first period tomorrow morning. I drew back, adjusting my glass on my face wondering how it had not fallen off from the hard fuck I’d just been given. Cain met my gaze and beamed, “I really enjoyed fucking my tutor. Let’s do this again.”

Young, I am so sorry about all this, but I can promise you none of our teachers have ever mentioned anything about a cat-faced old lady. Now that was strange. Could it have been something the other kids said? I looked at Justin with a serious face and asked, “Sweetie, think carefully. Did you see this cat-faced Miss Never in a dream? Or was it another kid trying to scare you?” Justin shot back, his voice steady and earnest. “Mom, I am not dumb. I know the difference between a dream and real life.” “This afternoon, when Ms. Zinn put on a Doraemon cartoon for us, Miss Never sat right there with us. She even taught us how to make a Bamboo-copter.”