Captain Underpants And Professor Poopypants Novels & Stories

He is indeed hot but that doesn't mean I'll date my professor. "Shut up, Anu. He is my professor." I shouted at her, forgetting that we are sitting in the classroom. "The girls who are sitting on the third bench. Please stand up." Then I heard his stern voice. I know he is asking us to stand up. I'm feeling so embarrassed. I stood up sheepishly, still looking down. Anu also stood up with me. "First, you both tell me your name." Finally, I slowly moved my eyes to him. He is standing, leaning against the table and folding his arms across his chest. He is giving us a serious look and looking breathtakingly handsome.

If only she knew how difficult this class was, down to the motherfucking professor. “The thing is, no one knows who the professor is. He has two assistants who teach us, gives us tests and exams. So, if we have any complaints whatsoever, it goes to the assistants and not whoever the professor is and it is a fucking pain in my ass.” I held my head with both hands and landed on my bed, then screamed into my pillow. I hate the life I had. Why didn’t I have the life influencers I see online? I should be making short videos of useless things on the hundredth vacation that I didn’t need to take. But here I was, in a small room, worried about my grades.

“Four—five—fuck—six—” By twelve my legs shook, ass on fire, hole clenching around nothing. He dropped to his knees behind me, spreading my cheeks wide. His tongue plunged in without warning deep, filthy licks scooping out the remnants of his earlier loads, sucking hard on my rim until I sobbed. “Professor—please—” He stood, cock already freed, slick with pre-cum. He spat into his palm, stroked himself once, then notched at my entrance. “You’re going to him dripping with me. Full of me. So every time he looks at you, he knows who owns this hole.”

“Sitting on your professor’s desk with your legs spread, no panties, dripping for me. Do you have any idea what would happen if the dean walked in right now?” I bit my lip and reached down, boldly palming the thick bulge in his trousers. “Then maybe you should do something about it before someone does walk in,” I challenged softly. Professor Black’s control frayed. He unzipped his trousers, freed his thick, heavy cock, and stepped between my spread legs. He rubbed the fat head up and down my soaked slit, coating himself in my wetness. “Just the tip,” he warned, voice strained. “For now.”

Sofie's POV "Did you hear about the professor from the faculty of botany? Allegedly, she had sex with five male professors in her faculty, and was caught on camera, and now the professors are getting fired while she's getting her license revoked, I mean how crazy is that?" Katie rambled, as we placed our food trays on the cafeteria table before taking out seats. "Yeah, it's crazy. It's really crazy." I muttered, cutting the ham on my plate into smaller pieces.

The professor ended, as he cleared his throat. Lucas tried to become serious. But as he walked and gazed at the professor's bald scalp, he can't help but giggle. He was lanky and looked like a cartoon character: like Rick and Morty, the meme he saw. That one was the meme peeling the wall. Hands behind him and walking gleefully, Lucas waited for the professor to speak. He tried walking slower, to hide his small laughs. Surprisingly, Moon was absolutely right! Lucas enrolled into something with fire. Maybe he will apply for the Fortune Telling Class for this skill in guessing things.

I had spent two hours of my time fucking and frolicking with a man who surely didn't give a fuck about me. I hated men; maybe that was why I was still a virgin at 21. I didn't care; all I knew was… “Fuck him and his big dick,” I said that aloud while reaching out for my backpack. “Really?” a deep muscular voice retreated while staring at me. “What do you want from me, professor?” I said, a little bit agitated, while rolling my eyes. “Your pants, if you would like to get them; you can always come here to get them.” He dropped his address, which was on a card, while he glared at me, holding my red lace pants in his hands while sniffing them.

“Yes.” The men’s faces lit up with triumph, but before they could celebrate, her smile faltered. “But… you’re my professor,” she said, glancing at Alistair before shifting her gaze to Victor and Elliot. “And you two are professors too. How is this even going to work?” Alistair’s lips curled into a smirk. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll be careful. No one will even know.” “And even if they do find out…” Victor’s expression darkened, his voice turning lethal. “They know better than to mess with us.”

“I was shooting from the side like they told me. If you didn’t want to look bad maybe don’t lean into every hit like you’re trying to break the boards.” He stepped closer, eyes narrowing. God, he smelled like sweet sweat and something expensive, and it made my stomach flip even while I wanted to smack him. “You think this is a joke? This team’s got eyes on us. Sponsors. Scouts. I need to look like a captain, not some sloppy asshole in bad lighting. Redo the set or pack your shit.” “I’m not redoing anything until you stop acting like a diva,” I shot back, chin up even though my voice wobbled a little. “I know what I’m doing. Maybe try not glaring at the camera next time and you won’t look lik

Mia started unpacking containers pad thai, spring rolls, mango sticky rice while Zoe paced my tiny living room like she was about to set it on fire. “Okay,” Zoe said, finally stopping. “Here’s the plan. I’ve got dirt. Real dirt. The kind that gets people traded. Remember when Coach said the rookie puked in the team bus after the Vegas trip? I’ve got the video. And the time half the guys got matching tattoos of a dick on their ass because they lost a bet? Timestamped. And don’t even get me started on the group chat from last season when they were ranking the WAGs . ”