Captain Underpants Teachers Novels & Stories

"Excuse me?" "You hit me with a…" I trailed off, looking around for what he hit me with. I found the culprit lying on the floor, a red chalk. Give a round of applause to the only teacher who would use chalk to write on a marker board. The only teacher who would wear pants big enough to fit an extra human his size and an old shirt I'm sure was passed on to him from his father's father. The teacher was old-fashioned, odd, and ugly. Yet he loved staring at boobs. "Can you tell me why you are sleeping when I'm teaching?"

"Whoa there, what?!" The teacher was already jerking her student's panties down. "I might be sure of it. Who's the veteran lesbian here after all, right?" Prone and surprised, it was easy work, and suddenly there was the younger Stern girl's thick juicy ass out there in the open air. Taylor's neck was abandoned; her whole body trembled softly as I squeezed the leather encasing her butt.

Bianca, It was nice to meet you today. I realize this was your first time in a school in this capacity, so I thought it might help you to know a few things. Please don't take this as me talking down to you, I liked you upon meeting you today, so take this in the spirit that it's meant to be – helpful. Never, ever cuss when you're at school – unless you are friends (and I mean friends) with the person that you're talking to. I know that your boyfriend was probably an asshole, and if we had been out at a bar, like say, Wet Wanda's, that would be fine, but some of these teachers will chew you up and spit you out. Same with the note from your boyfriend. Don't let him cuss in those again. Smaller

“ Uh- so you use these extra sizes,’’ he mocked again before throwing it back at my desk. I felt small, weightless and useless as I debated whether to collect them or just run away and never come back. “ I like them big. The small ones do not fit me,’’ a voice behind me thundered. Everyone looked back as Brian, the cruel guy that had tripped me over, moved towards the front. The teacher stood in shock as Brian bent to pick and collect the condoms, next he stuffed them in his pockets and blazers before throwing a wicked and cruel smile at everyone. He meant one thing, I had slept with him. “ I knew it. I just couldn’t figure out if malnourished whores existed,’’ a small sound reached my ears

she continued, hardly reacting at all to the teacher's strong words, or the offer that had followed them, "you don't like licking pussy, you don't like going down on girls, you love sucking cock..." "That's right," the teacher said sternly, clearly about to explode in anger once more. "...how do you feel about sucking clit?" "Oh," the teacher replied, sitting down as if the storm had passed, as if she'd never raised her voice at all. "Well, now that you ask - I do love sucking clit."

This is all so confusing, because if the male teacher wasn’t shown on the video, then how did Jada and the others know that it was that professor who the victim had sex with? Mr. George Wilson. That was the teacher’s name, and it says here that he’s still teaching here and there’s a high possibility that I might even attend his class. I gasped out loud at that fact, because I saw how his subject was Math. God! I hate math, and I already hate our teacher there.

We had our opening prayer and singing of the National Anthem here inside the gymnasium and just a few more minutes later, a male teacher who's is already on the stage began to orient us. I just listened to him as he spoke in front even though sometimes I was distracted by the presence of Sir Franco who was just sitting below the bleacher where we were sitting. The male teacher named Roy had just discussed what was in our school handbook. He said that he is our Discipline Coordinator and because this school is one of the Catholic institutions here in this city, there are really many rules and regulations written in the handbook that is why it took us almost three hours inside the gymnasium so

"Open the book to page 54. Do the problem, I'll give you 15 minutes." "What? Is he crazy?" "15 minutes? Doing this many and difficult questions? What a cruel teacher." "Ah, if he wasn't handsome I would have cursed him in front of his face." These are all just the inner words of the students. How dare they curse directly in front of this notorious teacher. "Sir, I'm finished. May I go to the toilet?" said Juna, raising her hand. It hasn't even been 5 minutes but the man has already finished his work? Actually, Juna has filled almost all the books at home.

A person amongst the students yelled With the students still staring at him speechless He walks to the podium to introduce himself "Good morning students, I am Dane Marcelo and I will be your new economics teacher replacement" He said Natalia's eyes turned from her phone screen to look at the man.. She had just noticed his presence after she heard a loud, deep and husky voice. Dane's eyes quickly scrutinize the students, he knew how surprised they were to see him as they were expecting a 49-year old economics teacher but instead sees him.

She slammed her fork down on the table with a sharp clang, her tone displeased. "Are we eating or not? You talk too much nonsense!" This sudden outburst startled both Sarah and me. Shane immediately started fawning over her shamelessly. "Babe, I was wrong. I shouldn't have praised Joanna. When it comes to being capable, that's obviously you. You can go all night without a break. She can't even compare to you." The comment made me deeply uncomfortable. It was textbook manipulation—praising one person while stepping on another, laced with inappropriate sexual innuendo.