Captain Underpants Tralala Novels & Stories

She always has a new gist whenever we talk. I pulled off my clothes and took a quick shower. Once I was done I tried to do my assignment, and when that didn't work cause I was a bit distracted by images of a certain captain, I turned on my laptop to read a book and when that didn't work either, I simply gave up and lied down to sleep. And was inevitably assaulted with dreams about a dark skinned, curly haired captain. So much for being calm and getting a good nights sleep. Thanks for reading Please, Vote/Comment

“Strip. Slowly. Show your CEO exactly what she owns now.” With trembling fingers, Lila removed her suit jacket, then unbuttoned her blouse. Her modest C-cup breasts spilled free, nipples already stiff and aching. She pushed the pants down her hips, letting them pool at her ankles. Her massive futa cock sprang up hard and heavy, slapping against her toned stomach with a wet sound. Thick veins pulsed along the shaft, the fat purple head glistening with a steady flow of precum that dripped onto the floor.

He was supposed to be my teammate, my responsibility as captain, but right now, looking down at him, all I wanted to do was pin him against the glass and wipe that arrogant smile right off his face. "You're in my way, Captain," Jules panted, his voice dripping with that fake innocence that always made my jaw tick. He pushed his helmet up, running a gloved hand through his sweat-dampened hair, completely unfazed by the fact that I was towering over him. "Unless you're planning to ask me out, you need to back off." I leaned in closer, letting him feel the sheer size of me, letting him smell the sweat and the cold air clinging to my jersey.

When there were only a handful of guests left, some slurring and ready for sleep, some, like Baden, impatient, bored, but interested in seeing if he could finesse a young builder’s labourer named Billy O’Leary out of his underpants, a tacit command, a look in the eyes, made them pair off or follow Lala as she took Quentin and Billy by the hand and led them upstairs. Lala had had Quentin many, many times, but the freshman Billy, though he was very short, had a strange, electric charisma in a rough, working class way, and was very well proportioned. One could ignore the spitefulness and evil of his looks, - he looked like one of those mugshots of callous serial killers post arrest - Lala thoug

“If you start making even more fuss, I’ll have you wear g-strings.” I looked at him in horror. “They don’t have g-strings for men! Wait…do they?” “Tina?” Zach smirked at her, who then smirked back conspirationally and turned on the browser page and typed in the words. And just like that…hundreds of pictures of men in those flimsy underwear popped up on the screen, looking proud as fuck as they displayed those excuse for an underwear that left little to the imagination. “Motherfuckers!” I cursed out loud before I could stop myself. “You’ve got to be fucking shitting me!”

"Fuck out here." Matt didn't even move an inch but he sneered, his usual bravado in his expression. “Aww, Captain, I think the queer has a crush on you.” His eyes gleamed with menace. “Sorry, but everyone knows our captain Noah likes slim girls, not queers butt fairies like you.”

“But there’s something I want from you.” “Anything. Name it.” He said. “I need a puck bunny to fuck this evening.” Fritz laughed, low and genuinely pleased. “Yooo. That’s my guy. I’ve got one you’ll love. Big ass, big boobs, soft in all the right places. Clean, discreet, knows the rules and doesn’t ask questions.” “Send her to the house. I’m driving right now. I’ll wire you something extra for the trouble.” “You got it, Cap. She’ll be there.”

Mason uttered. “They are allowed to put traps?” Rhea asked with her eyes wide. “Coach does whatever he Wants" Mason uttered. “I know the ropes of this forest. Kai and I analysed it before coming here so everyone should follow behind me…” “Who's the captain here?” I interrupted his words and he turned to me wuthering a frown. “There are no captains in a scavenger hunt, Zander. We are a team…” “I don't give a fuck, who is the Captain here?” I asked again and he clenched his jaws.

One reckless, unspeakably stupid mistake that started, like most of my awful mistakes, when I couldn’t sleep. I’d been up late, the night blurring into a fog of late-night scrolling and poor decisions. One of Captain’s videos had popped up. It wasn’t even that revealing. Just moody lighting and those signature half-lidded eyes of his, slow gestures, that lazy smirk that felt like it saw right through you. I watched it once. Then again. And again. I don't even know what I was looking for. A thrill? A sign? Some sense of control?

Annika promised the skipper. Annika was thrilled to be sitting by his side; she was curious about what was on his computer, so the captain opened the albums on his computer and showed her some images. "This is me when I was a baby," Captain said, displaying his cutest baby photographs. He was a small fat baby with the grayest eyes and red lips pink infant you'll ever see. "I seem like a little piggy here, don't I?" the skipper jokes about his newborn photographs. Annika's response: "I want a kid like that!" laughing! "Oh, be cautious what you say, ha! ha! ha!" the captain says in response to her jokes.