Captain Underpants Teachers Novels & Stories

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.

I put everything back in place, closed the drawer, and added in a playful tone, "A very special kind of teacher…" He straightened up and asked with concern, "My little one?" I crossed my arms and smiled slyly, "A naughty teacher, tempting his student to do forbidden things… a dangerous teacher." He stepped toward me with steady steps, his commanding presence undeniable, stopping in front of me. He said with a tone mixing teasing and authority, "Wasn’t it the student who sent that cute video… in cat panties?" My smile widened mischievously. I turned slowly toward him, lifting my head with an innocent, fake expression, pretending I was unaware.

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.

The teacher asked, looking at everyone. I like where this is going. "Mr Ryder," the teacher coughed as i snapped my gaze on her, "Looks like you're day dreaming. How about you tell us?" I mentally groaned before replying, "Well, It's simple really," i started, "All you need is a dick and a woman." I ended with a smirk while the whole class bursted laughing. Except the teacher who was glaring at me. "This is inappropriate!" "Is it?" I smirked at her, "It's the truth."

"I understand" "Good." Mrs. Chen looked at her notes. "Now, I want you to think carefully about your interactions with all the male teachers at this school. Have any of them ever made you feel uncomfortable? Perhaps by standing too close, making comments about your appearance, or showing favoritism that felt inappropriate?" This was it-the moment where I could end this, where I could tell the truth, expose Derek, and save myself before things got worse. Or could simply lie. "No," I said, my voice steady. "Nothing like that."

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."

She had even drawn up a series of lesson plans for one of her education assignments. "No one has ever actually given me instructions," I lied, guessing where this was leading and happy to be led there. "Then I’m going to be very explicit about what I want you to do," she smiled, moving her feet further apart, and I saw that she wasn’t wearing panties. "These young uni women are letting the side down if they aren’t teaching their men how to get them off," she joked to Kiera. I had discovered that I quite liked the taste of pûssy, and Heather’s was particularly delectable. I had also discovered that I really liked hearing a woman’s cries of passion as my tongue danced over her clît. That pussi

He calls order to the classroom and for the next 45 minutes we don’t get to talk anymore. “That class was brutal.” The guys complain. “Awe, what’s a matter guys? Did the mean, oh teacher, make you actually pay attention to something else other than Dakoda?” Mac teases them. “Jealous Mac?” Kasey asks. Mac gives him the bird. “In your dreams, asshole.” “Language young lady...” a teacher says, walking by us. “Sorry Miss. Anderson,” Mac yells. We all bust out in a fit of giggles. I’m going to enjoy being a teenager for now, but I’m aware Professor Hamilton is still out there.

She pushed the pencil eraser into her cheek as if she was giving head and she chewed gently on the end as she tried to concentrate on what the three men were talking about. Cady dropped her pencil and purposely got out of her seat and bent over in front of the three teachers giving them an eyeful of her skirt riding up in the back revealing the white panties that clung snuggly against her moist cunt giving them a great view of her slit as the pencil rolled further under her desk prompting Mr. Nelson to race to her aid.

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 "