Captain Underpants Teachers Novels & Stories

Ember asked the guy who had started this, his name was Max and he looked like a computer geek just by his appearance. "We are marking our territories, we don't want your people to try anything on us. There's a thing called professionalism that I doubt you guys have heard about," the girl Aubrey said with a disgusted look on her face. "And you have? This is professionalism?" Becca stepped up, talking back supported by the others. But the situation felt like it could escalate quick and Ember didn't want Zaire to know anything about it. So, she signalled at Becca to not. "Wait, we are supposed to work together so all of this is unnecessary. It's not a competition," she tried to make it make sen

"T-this is, oh, wrong...wrong...Oh, oh..." "Teacher, I'm sorry. I just can't stop. It's because it's immoral that it's very pleasurable. But don't worry, you're not the only teacher I've f*cked. You know Miss Wayne, and Mrs. Santiago, and even Head Teacher Valdemora? They are my sexmates, and oh Mrs. Vice Principal too, and they loved doing sex with me because I'm good at it..." "Ah! Ah! Y-you're speaking nonsense. Miss Wayne aside, all others are married!"

Then the teacher bent the student over, removed his tie and tied it around the guy's neck, pulling his trousers down and slamming is unusual huge cock into his ass, while pulling at the tie. I was already palming myself through my sweatpants, breathing hard. My mind kept flickering to Mateo—his lips, his voice, that blush. When it got to the part of the student sucking off the teacher while stroking his own cock, I couldn't take it anymore and brought out and cock, spat on it and began to stroke. The student was gagging but taking the cock deep in his throat. The teacher was groaning and saying dirty words. I groaned and came alongside the student, and I slammed my laptop shut and stared at

We all knew he was dangerous. Mr. Caleb wore the Rochester teacher approved clothing which was a suit and tie. The female teachers had knee-length granny skirts or dresses. The colors weren’t black and white but they were always drab earth tones. Only Miss Bianchi, the Home-Ec teacher, bucked the system with some killer heels from time to time. Mr. Caleb did not buck the system. He was someone you did not mess with. Sometimes, with some people, it was unwritten and still everyone knew. I called it the killer vibe. The students dubbed Civics, Killer 101, years before I came to Rochester. From Maria’s inside info, I would find out over the next few months why Mr. Caleb taught this class. I was

way 5: Professor's Forbidden PetChapter 2: No Panties After Class The whole next day I could not think straight. I sat in Professor Reed’s lecture with his dried cum still on my thighs from yesterday. Every time he looked at me from the front of the class my pussy throbbed. I kept pressing my legs together under the desk. The other students had no idea that their respected teacher had fucked me raw on his desk and filled me with his load. The thought made me wet again.

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

Smith, another teacher, has made some suggestive remarks that made me want to cover my ears. But he's just an asshole.

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.”

“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.

Mia started unpacking containers pad thai, spring rolls, mango sticky rice while Zoe paced my tiny living room like she was about to set it on fire. “Okay,” Zoe said, finally stopping. “Here’s the plan. I’ve got dirt. Real dirt. The kind that gets people traded. Remember when Coach said the rookie puked in the team bus after the Vegas trip? I’ve got the video. And the time half the guys got matching tattoos of a dick on their ass because they lost a bet? Timestamped. And don’t even get me started on the group chat from last season when they were ranking the WAGs . ”