Captain Underpants Teachers の小説・ストーリー

Matt says trying to hide the fact his in pain "Uhm okay" the teacher squints her eyes in confusion but she won't interfere cause like they all say 'I don't get paid enough for this' "Okay well you guys can listen to music, go on that tap tik app, and chat with your friends or whatever but do it in silence" She glares at us for the last time and opens her laptop "Ma'am can we watch porn" the jock that shouted Matt's dead quizzes. She stares at him and then rolls her eyes. They start snickering for people who are finishing school next year their maturity levels are shit

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.

That tedious teacher had to take a maternal leave, unfortunately for me. "Okay, class! Starting from now on, I will be your Algebra teacher," Ulva said out loud, pushing the fake glasses up on the bridge of her nose. Some of my classmates hooted in excitement, especially the boys who seemed focus on her cleavage under the white V-neck blouse she was wearing and to those glistening legs under her black pencil skirt. I gotta admit that she was really gorgeous but she was a cray-cray in my humble opinion. And the fact that she was here only proved that she was going to do everything to take Val back. Well, as if my girlfriend wanted her back. Hah!

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.

He growled to her, his huge hand wrapped around her throat as he wrecked her wet coochie. El was creaming all over her hot Professor's fat cock, moaning like the dumb whore that she was. I whispered the dirty words as I typed away. "Ram my pussy sir, cream my cunt please. Fuck me harder." I whined softly. My glasses were fogged from the heat. The heat in the class or the one my body was producing, I didn't know which one was hotter. I've been obsessed with this man since I transferred to the school. Professor Garrett was my Sex Education lecturer. To make matters worse, he taught us about arousals, wet pussies, hard cocks and orgasms in that deep voice of his.

He was now changed into a plane white tee and faded blue jeans, while I wore a plus size pink t-shirt and sky blue shorts. “Oh, you think you’re funny? I’m pretty sure the police would find it fucking hilarious that a teacher just sneaked into his student’s house, through the window at fucking 2 a.m.!” I snapped at him. “Oh, I’ve been here a while and trust me, you won’t be complaining when they arrive.” If possible, his smirk widened. “And why’s that?” I raised an eyebrow. “Who knows,” he sat up from his sleeping position. “I might be tempted to demonstrate a scene from one of your erotica stories.”

Now, I would wait for it to go ba boom! The teacher she had submitted her books to was Mr. Tesfaye. He was the strictest and oldest in the entire school. Rumor even had it that he had been teaching during the time of the dinosaurs and cavemen. The Terra’s and Penelope’s of the world had nothing on him. He could not be taken in by her false compliments and deceitful remarks.

She was now secretly admiring Arnold and subtly peeking at his side profile. " Are you listening to me or admiring my perfect face?" Arnold stopped his teachings and faced Lexa while smirking in a teasing manner. Lexa "....." Can he be more shameless?! The young girl rolled her eyes and scoffed. Though it was the truth, but she will never admit to it. " Perfect? I think you should get an eyedrop." Arnold didn't see that coming, and he squeezed his face. Rendered speechless, he battled for what to say.

I noticed an old man in his early sixties standing with a white chalk in his hand with a grumpy look on his face. I can't help but smile inwardly as I pick a seat beside Marcus in the very back row. For the past two weeks we have been training nonstop and it is high time we start some real learning. But what makes me crack a smile iss the old man's outfit. ​The teacher wears long straight free pants with a bootcut at the bottom and an oversized t shirt that looks way too big for his thin body. Marcus signals at me with his eyes to check under the desk for something.

She begins with a dramatic flare, dropping about four textbooks on her desk. Mrs. Valerie is what you’d call our resident hippie teacher who will allow students to get weed as long as you assure her you’d be using it medicinally. I’m sure all the other teachers disapprove of her. Her incredibly tall stature and elvish looks makes her seem unreal, and it doesn’t help that she likes to dye her pixie hair different shades of the rainbow every new semester.