Teacher Student Mga Nobela at Kwento

This was like a blessing, because I’m really curious to know more about this case. I needed to know more about it, in order to finally bring that victim’s suspect to justice. And, I can’t wait to have that teacher’s license gone once this is brought to light again. Student and Teacher relationships aren’t tolerated in our country, and the fact that the victim was a minor and the male teacher was still here is quite surprising and at the same time disgusting. It makes me wonder, what type of power that teacher holds to still be here despite the crimes he committed with that fellow student.

Something even I wished I could be. Sasha walked in closely behind. She looked so happy and was trying to hide a smile and grin. If you knew a female who had been freshly sext and dickmatized, then it was Sasha. As usual, Mr Thomas was enjoying all the drama. He was a very unusual teacher, from coming to class late, giving out one sum and falling asleep right in front of us to spending countless lessons cracking jokes and telling stories. “So about the particular tests I had given out, I’m impressed by your performance,” he began.

The teacher settled some of her books on the table that was in front of the blackboard. By cranking her voice louder to get it to travel across the class she began to speak to her students, “Alright, so hello everyone… I’m your teacher Ms. Williams and I’m so excited to be teaching you guys a whole lot of fun stuff… since this is our first time of meeting, I would like to be familiar with your names and hear a little bit about yourself like your hobbies, family etc so why don’t we start off the class with a mini-introduction of you?”! “Yes, ma’am!” Everyone in the class echoed, widened the smile on the teacher’s face.

Her expression shifted—eyes lighting up, lips curling into a suspicious smirk. I grew curious. “What’s amusing you?” Excitement spilled into her voice. “So there’s this thing Greg does, yeah…” “Greg???” “Girl, that’s not the point, Focus. It's called student hour. Greg and some of the other teachers do it. They dedicate an hour of class time to a student. The student comes up and teaches a topic. Takes questions. The whole thing." She pauses for dramatic effect, and she is very good at dramatic effect. “Guess whose turn it is today."

I pretended not to be annoyed by his actions. "What exactly do teachers do? They make their students study and help them pass the exam. That's what you have to do. Understood?" He gritted his teeth and I felt like crying. No one has treated me like that before. Even in my former school, my students appreciated my teaching and I got awarded several times for being the most hardworking teacher of the year. But today, this person disrespected me and my profession. "What is happening here?" A loud voice alerted us and Stefan looked pale.

“It’s true that she’s Satan’s wife because she’s really bad! How many dreams has she blocked? Teachers are supposed to support they’re students, not pull them down. Like what she’s doing . It’s falling apart!” I can feel my blood boiling every time I step into that classroom. It’s like my teacher has a personal vendetta against me and can’t wait to catch me in the act of doing something wrong. Every little mistake or slip-up is met with a harsh scolding, and it’s starting to wear on me.

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.

I whispered as I saw it was an entire site dedicated to teacher student fantasies, Richard hadn't been kidding. I looked at the rows of small pictures of the videos and spotting a red head on her knees for her 'student' I clicked it. The video was only a clip and started out in the middle of the action with the teacher already kneeling and sucking on her pupil's huge cock. "Damn." I sighed as I watched her slowly suck while staring up at him. I licked my lips and thought about being in her position very shortly, but then again I wanted to go slow and ease him into it and I was getting paid per lesson.

If he only doesn't recognize that I even exist then my game plan is perfect until I finish here. The teacher walks inside and my eyes just widened out from my sockets. I literally was shocked to see him. He stands before the entire class and he has gotten even manlier and really handsome. He was wearing a white polo that was tucked inside his black skinny jeans paired with his shiny black leather shoes. He looks at us and I'm sure he spotted me cos his eyebrows shoot up. "Good morning everyone." He says. He moved his eyes to me. "I'm Prof. Kingsgrove and I'm your subject teacher for this semester and it's a pleasure to see new faces."

She can not afford to lose. She reaches her assigned classroom and sits herself down, their adviser entering shortly after. "Alright, when your name is called say present. And if I'll have to repeat your name, consider yourself absent." Mr Stevenson, Steven for short, was everyone's favorite teacher. Strict in the classroom, but an entirely different person during break time. He strives to keep his professionalism inside the classroom, but outside of it, he's an acting counsellor, psychologist and father to 3/4 of the campus. Give it a few more months and he's gonna cost the school shrink their job.