Novel & Cerita Captain Underpants George

The humiliating ritual took a whole new turn when the men started spitting and urinating on george after they were done. The whole madness lasted until George had no willpower to fight until all the men were done and had their fill of him. George fell to the ground, not moving, just breathing and wincing. Pedro stood over him, knife dripping. He spat on him. Pulled out his dick and peed on him. “How does it feel to be treated like a bitch” Pedro said. He tucked his dick a way in his, “Usher in the next batch, I want this over and done with as I need to be in the office soon”

I met up with George on the way, "You are late..." he said and I rolled my eyes, "tell me something I don't know..." He handed me his cup of coffee, "you look like you need it more than I do.." I smiled and took it, sipping in it, "sooo.... the new girl.. how is she?" George stopped moving and turned to face me, his eyes were wide open and he had this stupid grin on his face, "God... Flip... Shit... she is smoking hot.. I am so jealous that you get to kiss all these girls... fuuuuck"

That was how all relationships worked. “Yes, George.” I groaned. “I’m basically naked in front of you and you’re still asking me if I’m sure. I am very sure. Go on.” George chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “You’re not ovulating, are you? You seem quite horny.” I blushed. “Shut up and fuck me.” George nodded. “Your wish is my command, ma’am.” He grinned. “You look very stunning by the way.” He complimented me randomly as he started taking my panties off. I heard him inhale, intensifying my blush. “And you smell so damn good too.”

I moved my hand in a vulgar way and heard Chad suck in his breath. “Stop,” he said under his breath so only I could hear him. I didn’t heed his warning. I was feeling stronger, and I was mad. “Got to have a whip to make a girl look at you?” I taunted. “What’s wrong with you, George? You have a teeny weenie?”

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."

George let out a low chuckle that was full of danger, but somehow, it made her all tingly down there. "You started it, Marcy…", George said. "Don't pretend you don't know what I'm doing." His hand reached the cradle of her thighs and brushed against her panties. "Ahh…", Marcy moaned at his touch. "Slut.", he squeezed through his teeth when he felt how soaked her panties were. "You are a horny little bitch." Before Marcy realized what was going on, her panties were on the floor and George's hard and hot cock was gliding between her folds.

"Explain to our guest what happens to people who mess with me." The player stood up from his armchair, a cruel smirk plastered across his face as he walked toward the center of the room. "Oh, that?" the guy said, gesturing toward the soaking freshman. "This idiot thought it was a good idea to insult Cassian in the locker room. Said some garbage about how Cassian only gets the captaincy because of his dad's name. So, we had to remind him how the hierarchy works around here.

“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

“How about this?” I cock my head as I watch him put it on, “I guess that will work. You’ll just have to buckle it tightly.” He grins, “just don’t tell George I borrowed this.” “Yeah, why does he even have that?” I ask. Not that I was surprised. That helmet was the least weird thing in this house. James laughs, “he said it was part of his renaissance outfit. He called it Battle Minotaur.” I shake my head at the image of George in fuzzy pants and horns with army paint all over him. “Now that I think about it, Annie probably had the body paint,” I tell him. “She was weirdly excited about finding the toy.”

"It was later in the week ... after we'd experienced a couple of the curiosities that we'd gone there to explore. That really knocked down any inhibitions we might have had left. We found we were open to just about anything after that!" "So, just tell me if I'm stepping over the line," Gary said, "but dare I ask what curiosities you went there to explore?" "Kind of like you, I guess," George said, "I've always had this fantasy about watching another guy fuck Marge." "Was it everything you imagined?" Beth asked. "Oh, yes!" George answered. "My dick was drooling pre-cum like a leaky faucet while I watched her suck that long black cock and then take it up her cunt!"