Novel & Cerita Hot Pe Teacher

“Gross! Stop. You know what I’m talking about. Don’t tell me no men work at that high school.” “Now that you mention it, it does seem to be mostly women.” “There’s not one hot teacher you can ask out?” “Not that I know of.” “What about the PE teacher? They’re usually at least semi-attractive.” “Haven’t met him yet.” “Okay. What about the creepy, grizzled janitor who’s worked there for forty years and is always casting weird, strangely spot-on predictions? Or telling you that the kid you’ve been hanging out with all semester died decades ago.”

I'm just thankful to my brain that it's quite intelligent and I passed Irdium Colleges' scholarship test. Minutes of chit-chatting had passed and a handsome guy wearing a tucked-in, violet longsleeve with a purple necktie entered our room. He looks like a god that came down from Mt. Olympus to show his sexiness. Ugh. I think this is love at first sight. "Your mouth, Kath," Sophie said and pushed my jaw upward. "T-thanks," I said. This is the first time I saw a hot teacher like him. "Okay class. I'll be your teacher for this hour. I'm Janthony Go but you can call me Professor Jane." My eyes enlarged and I swear every girl that is containing their orgasms almost shouted at our professor for be

"Understood?" "Yes." My voice is a thread. I take a sip of tea, too hot. The pain on my tongue is an anchor, proof that I still feel something I control. "Good." He cuts a pear with a knife whose blade gleams in the light. The gesture is one of contained violence, hypnotic. "Your schedule will be communicated to you each morning. It includes lessons." "Lessons?" The word escapes me, tinged with a rebellion I thought smothered.

" And this is our teacher Peter Alexandrovich, he is the best in his business! And today he will present you his unique method, which he has been practicing with his students for the third year!" I even got a second wind, he's so cute, if these people knew that he is still the devil. They open their diaries, and look at the computer screen, while I turned on the necessary prepared video. I turned pale with shame. On the record there are intimate relationship. "What is it?" One of the representatives of the Commission stands up and takes off his glasses. I try to explain everything, but they don't want to listen, they just insult me. "Please note, we will complain!"

Class should be starting soon. A teacher, Mr. Reap, a mid-thirties man with a tall and lean build walks in, smiling. He has dark brown hair and a rich warm-colored complexion. "Hello everyone, I'm your attending HR teacher. You can call me Mr. Sal, Mr. Reap, Mr. R, anything. As long as it's not something I'll take as an insult," he says with a laugh.

"Come to think of it, Angel! Your parents gave you the name that suits you the most." "I guess." She muttered as they slipped inside their classroom. They chatted for a while before the teacher walked into the class; beside her was a guy who was over 6 feet tall with brown eyes and hair. His six-pack was visible under his shirt. He was incredibly hot. "My overies." Chloe whispered, and Angel shook her head. "Good morning, class." The teacher, Ms. Brown, greeted the class. "Good morning, Ms. Brown." The students responded, their voices in chorus.

The tardy bell rings and in walks the teacher and let me tell you something he is HOT. He looks to be around 20 and he's really tall and you can see his 8-pack and rippled arms bulge out from the tight, white t-shirt he's wearing, matched with camouflage cargo pants. He's got neck length brown hair that tied up at the back, warm brown eyes and when he smiled all the girls swoon and I may or may not have been included. What I can still look at. "Hi class my name is Mr Jack Dowd and you can call me Mr Dowd" he says with a smile looking around the class and don't think I didn't notice when his eyes lingered on Selena and the way she stared at him.

Chapter 1 Axel pov Man, Belle's tits were so big! Her firm breasts made her blouses look tight while her nipples poked out like they begged to be sucked. She is the hottest teacher in school, mid twenties I guess. And she has curves that screamed "fuck me raw." Last week when I had a conversation with my gang, when we talked about her,my gang dared me: bag her or pussy out forever. They know Axel never backs down. I'd make plans on how to fuck the hottest bitch in school, so my gang wouldn't kick me out. Then I'll laugh so hard in their faces.

I told her. "Are you perhaps jealous?" Sophie asked. I hit her arm and eyed her. "Me? Jealous? Why would I? She's not even as half as pretty as I am with her short bob hair that doesn't look good on her." "Your reply just gave you away that you're really jealous." Sophie laughed and backed away before I could hit her. "I'm not!" I snapped. "Fine, anything you say." She continued to laugh. The class president came to the class and announced that the next teacher wouldn't be coming to class as the teacher had to go to the hospital for his sick child.

At the ceremony where my mother, Helena Marlow, received the Best Homeroom Teacher award, the parents wept with gratitude. They praised her for nurturing the students successfully without ever resorting to harsh discipline, and for helping them all to excellent results. But no one knew that the path to their children’s success had been paved by Mom, using me as a warning to others. When someone in the class stole money, cheated on an exam, or got into a romantic relationship, I was the one punished. During the ceremony, the principal, Ms. Wanda Ambrose, stepped onto the stage to present her award. She asked, “Ms. Marlow, you have so many outstanding students in your class. Which student