Captain Underpants George Beard Novels & Stories

Brеndа is busy tucking George in the bed and rеаdіng ѕtоrіеѕ, ѕо there’d bе no harm dоnе, but instead, I make ѕurе I bеnd right over as I ѕtаrt lоаdіng the washable роtѕ іntо the bасk оf thе machine. Turnіng, I see thаt hе’ѕ changed іntо a раіr оf low-slung workout pants аnd a t-shirt. Hіѕ аrmѕ аrе cut, thе muѕсlеѕ tоtаllу dеfіnеd. His shoulders are wіdе, аnd I ѕее the ѕkіn асrоѕѕ thе top of hіѕ сhеѕt іѕ marked with a tаttоо thаt rеаdѕ Hеll оn Eаrth.

I wanted to stop this game right now, it wasn't exciting any more. George knelt behind me and slide my legs wide , he took more lube on his hand and greased his cock with it. Then he took more and drizzled my asshole with it. He closed the bottle and I felt Georges fingers massaging my anus opening. I felt so uncomfortable, my ass wriggled to get free of his fingers, then one entered my opening. "Relax, just let me open you a little" George now had a finger about 3 inches into my butt, it did hurt some but I moved myself downward at my chest opening my anus up some and soon his entire finger was sliding into my shit hole. My pain had subsided and George dripped more lube onto the target spot

Like ever. I’m only attracted to their looks… and, of course the magic wand in their trousers. "Hope you ladies don’t mind me stealing this gorgeous woman away," George said, pulling me into his arms. Sky and Katie shook their heads in unison, probably hypnotized by his cologne. He turned to me and spun me around, giving me a slow once-over. "Damn, cupcake. Are you even wearing panties under this?" he whispered against my ear. I giggled, slapping his arm playfully. "Of course, you perv."

He shifted uncomfortably in his chair as he covered his penis with both his palms. “What's that? What're you hiding? You… uhm, George! Let’s see what you're hiding!” Anna snapped her fingers towards George, demonstrating with her index finger for him to stand up. George rose to his feet gently and slowly parted his hands, revealing his two and seven inches prick. “Really? You're getting a hard on over your peers embarrassing confessions? Just look at how shameful your tiny prick looks! I feel like flicking it hard with my finger. Remain standing and tell us your failure experience” Anna scorned and took a drink of her water.

The more relaxed she got, however, the more she wanted to fuck. A giddy George wasted no time in giving the command. "Unzip my pants, take my dick out, and blow me," he said, his dick eager and jumping in his pants. "When you're done getting fucked, you won't want to fuck your daddy's dick ever again. You won't masturbate to thoughts of him. You won't see him as anything but a father. Say yes if you understand." Seven years of wanting that pussy. George was finally one word away from having his dick inside her.

“The Kendrick heir is wearing a Pampers?” “Is that why he was strutting like that?” another laughed. “To keep it from leaking?” George’s eyes were darting around the room, the black remote in his hand shaking. He looked like he wanted to trigger the Upload button just to watch the world burn, but he was paralyzed. If he humiliated me now, he’d be doing it as the man the world knew as ‘The Diapered Heir.’ “You bitch,” he whispered, the words barely audible over the roar of the room. “I will ruin you for this.”

Other than the beard, which was well-kept and neat, the man was a stereotype down to the grunts and groans and shoulders as wide as the Himalayan Mountains. The days began to repeat themselves, but Elena didn’t find herself bored.

His hands were big enough to lift both of my wrists over my head, enabling one hand free to remove my pants. I struggled, started kicking, and screamed, but no one came to my aid. George only grinned as he slipped my pants pulled down below my calves, his knees resting on the underside of my buttocks. He separated them, and I attempted to resist him, but it was futile. His body was considerably bigger and stronger than mine, and he knew exactly what he was trying. I can't believe this is really occurring. George approached up close and murmured in my ear. "I'm going to have a great time with this."

Chapter 59 -Who the captain really is Emma tapped her phone and opened her social media. Almost immediately, notifications started popping up everywhere. Right in the middle of them was a video from a morning TV show featuring Allison. Emma pressed play. Allison was sitting in a cream-colored blazer, looking sad as the interviewer asked her about the canceled wedding. “I just never thought my own sister could do something like this,” Allison said. “I tried to protect her, but some people only care about what they can get.”

A high-priority thread was trending at the very top of the campus message board, its view count increasing by hundreds every second: > [TRENDING] HOCKEY CAPTAIN’S SCHOLARSHIP GIRLFRIEND UNDER FORMAL INVESTIGATION FOR FINANCIAL FRAUD > Below the headline was a brutal thread of anonymous comments, cascading down the screen like a toxic waterfall: > User_992: So she really was using him for cash? Five grand is wild. > CampusLiar: Rich boyfriend, free tuition, anonymous deposits... must be nice to live like a parasite. > WestbridgeInsider: Everyone knew a girl from her background didn't belong here anyway. She probably blackmailed him.