I Wish My Teachers Had Been Less Moral.

[ka4dpo]

This news item may be old but I just found it and was just shocked. That lucky little bas,, I mean, That poor little boy. He is probably going to be traumatized for the rest of his life. How could he let that evil woman do those nasty things to him. Oh the shame.......

http://www.theweeklyvice.com/2012/01...r-charged.html

[NQ6U]

Same here. In particular, I still wish my junior high French teacher had taught me a little more about, uh, French culture. She was fond of wearing tight sweaters, stiletto heels and very short skirts.

[n2ize]

Same here. In particular, I still wish my junior high French teacher had taught me a little more about, uh, French culture. She was fond of wearing tight sweaters, stiletto heels and very short skirts.

I used to have a French teacher in HS who was extremely hot. What's more she had long wavy dirty blonde hair that I was drawn to. To make matters worst I used to sit in the front of the classroom and she must have noticed my admiration because as she would do the recitation she would park her hot ass right on my desk inches from me and it was at that point impossible to think any more of the lessons because only one thing and one thing only could occupy my mind at that point.

[K7SGJ]

Not my Latin teacher. She was built like the Pope, and her hat was, ......well,.....never mind.

[KC9ECI]

Not my Latin teacher. She was built like the Pope, and her hat was, ......well,.....never mind.

Yours too? Must be something about dead languages.

[XE1/N5AL]

My English teacher was no beauty either. She was a short lady, with little personality and a big beehive hairdo that made her a couple of feet taller: think older Marge Simpson. During class, Dennis, the reprobate kid who sat behind me, used to flick small balls of clay into the myriad of hair curls adorning her head. He utilized a Playboy magazine as his stealthy launching ramp to propel the clay balls over my right shoulder and onward towards their target, where one could imagine them falling through all of those hair loops like a Japanese Pachinko machine. The teacher would sense something strange, but she never figured out what was going on.

I remember that Dennis used to annoy our English teacher by incessantly over-sharpening his pencils during class. He would sharpen an almost-new pencil down to a nub before returning to his desk to use it. Later, he would return to the sharpener with yet another pencil to grind down.

Dennis always had a chunk of clay in his pocket, and each time some teacher would temporarily entrust him with one of the building keys, he would form a clay impression of the key before returning it to the teacher. At home, a duplicate key would be created to further his access to various areas of the school. After a couple of years, Dennis could go just about anywhere in the school. He even had a master key to all of the school lockers. He never stole anything of value out of the other kid's lockers - only their wooden pencils!

[N8YX]

On one of the boards I frequent, this "subject" comes up at least once a week. I'll be sure to re-post their 'findings' here.

As far as the teacher in the OP is concerned: At 17 I'd have hit that so hard that whomever managed to pull me out would've been crowned King of England...

[n2ize]

On one of the boards I frequent, this "subject" comes up at least once a week. I'll be sure to re-post their 'findings' here.

As far as the teacher in the OP is concerned: At 17 I'd have hit that so hard that whomever managed to pull me out would've been crowned King of England...

At 18 a young lady taught me how to hit it hard and how to love doing it. Dang!! that ruled !!

[N7YA]

As far as the teacher in the OP is concerned: At 17 I'd have hit that so hard that whomever managed to pull me out would've been crowned King of England...

Nicely done! ....stealing that.

[kb2vxa]

I had one of those too, she just LOVED watching me squirm. Funny how I don't remember the subject she taught.