Captain Underpants Teachers Novels & Stories

Giving her a nasty stare, they enter their next class. And there, was a crude drawing. Cassandra was, in an animated drawing, having sex with a fat guy tagged Peter on the board. Peter gasps loudly, dropping his bag to the floor. Cassandra was unwavering, she strides towards the board, grabbing the duster and dusting the board clean before anyone saw it. "Don't make me stuff this in your mouth, fuckers! Stop laughing!" Cassandra yells on top of her lungs. "What's going on Ms. Cassandra?" Unfortunately, it was their History teacher's class. He was a major bully, subtly sarcastic while passing crude comments.

he said weakly. I kept going, wanting him to go deeper into the fantasy. “When I was in my first year at high school, we had this gorgeous PT teacher. We all wore those short sports tunics to the gym, and I know six of the girls deliberately wore really tiny panties. They pulled right up into their cracks… and two of them left their panties off completely. Because it was a chance to show off to that hunk of a teacher who used to lift us up to the beams by putting his hand under our tunics around our bums… and with a bit of luck his hand would slip somewhere else. We wanted that to happen.”

Goddess forbid you would be in time for your class of course, and not come barging in later like you own the place. Not even a second after sitting down I hear the most gut wrenching voice I have come to hate screech “how do you like your locker, fatty?”. Sticking to my new mantra – don’t let them get under my skin – I reply the fake-ass cheerleading captain “oh it looks marvelous! I love pigs, they are kind and smart creatures. I owe whoever did that for me a big thank you”. I look her way and can almost see the steam coming out of her ears. I give her a broad smile in return. She and Ashton are looking at me with murderous intent, as is Chris. I know better than to turn my back on my enemi

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."

"What the hell!?" This new homeroom teacher was quite audacious—he kicked down the door on his first day! The students had previously assumed that all teachers were prim and proper, censoring swear words and discouraging laughter at words like "Uranus." But now, they had reason to believe that the rector had recruited their teacher from the ranks of a crime syndicate! Their initial prank had failed, but they were determined to continue their plan. Jaybee, a little frantic, waved as a signal for their next move.

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

"I'm not proud, but one day I went over because I could see he was texting under his desk, and I had one of those lower cut shirts on and leaned over in front of him." "And?" Miranda couldn't help smiling. "Let's just say I could have used the 'my eyes are up here' line." "Cock tease!" "Please, kid like that is banging any girl he wants. He might have looked because boobs are boobs, but he doesn't want a teacher his mother's age." "Cougar, milf, teacher, all go to fantasies for kids his age. So would you?" "Would I what?" "Sleep with him or any student?"

"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?

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

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..