Captain Underpants Tralala Novels & Stories

he replied. "So, we'll be taking my private plane and will be at our destination at exactly 1600 hours. Hop on!" he told Isabella. She was shocked to see the superior side of the Captain. He was like giving commands to his troops. "That's what you say to your co-soldiers?" she asked while giggling. "What co-soldiers? There is no such thing." he laughed at her chosen words. "Well basically yes, but I'm more stiffed and I shout most of the time when talking to them. They can't see this soft side of me. It's only for you!" Carter was very naughty. He loves teasing Isabella.

The strong smell wafted through the room instantly, overpowering the sweet fragrance of Lara's lemon air freshener. Their room was painted a cool shade of purple and white with a bunk bed leaning against both side of the room. Posters of Halle Berry, Naomi Campbell and a half naked Latino male model lined the wall. In the far end corner of the room, blouses, jeans and every size bra imaginable were carelessly draped over a chair. Strings of colorful waistbeads dangled from a bent nail on the pastel wall.

I stared at the gray undergarment, studying the yellow Batman symbol on it. My mind was bouncing around one thought: Jace Storme liked my underwear. Or at least he'd said. My mind was dancing happily—Jace Storme had liked my underwear!—but my heart was telling me that he was just joking. Nobody, especially not Jace Storme, could like anything I owned. I was a nobody. He was a somebody. No, he was Jace Storme.

Lila nodded back and Max just sat there with his bulging pants and a wide, stupid grin on his face. Claire noticed his pants and looked away as Tara closed the door. “Ugh, Max, what’s going on?” she asked. “We have a surprise for you,” Max said. “Where is everyone?” Claire asked. “We’re all here. You go sit over there and don’t get up,” Tara said. Claire crossed the room with her hands folded and sat down in a chair in the far corner looking back at Max. “Okay. Now what?” Max unzipped his pants and fished out his cock and balls. Lila stared at his ten inches of length and wide girth and she wondered how Claire could have wasted this for six months.

What was telling me wasn’t funny at all, it sounded traumatic yet he seemed to be choking with held-up laughter. He shook his head as the amusement in his eyes intensified. Curiosity rose within me as I wanted to know what was so funny he couldn’t say it in front of a lady. “Don’t say, I didn’t warn you,” he said raising his finger. “Try me,” I replied wiggling my brows playfully. “I haven’t told you what distracted me,” he said and then a smile got plastered on his perfectly carved face as he resumed narrating. “The captain of my team refused to quit eating dumplings last night despite all our warnings. During the training this morning, with each squat and jump he did, he kept on farting!”

I shifted, trying not to draw attention, but my eyes kept scanning. Near the stage, the debate team captain, usually so polished in his suits, was on his knees between two members of the swim team. Their speedos were still on under open tux jackets, but their cocks were out, heavy and wet, slapping against his cheeks as he tried to take both heads at once. His lips stretched obscenely wide, tongue flicking desperately between them while they gripped his hair and laughed. Cum from an earlier load already painted his forehead like a crown. One of the swimmers reached down and shoved two fingers into the captain’s ass without warning, making him choke and push back like a slut in heat.

^•^MATURE SCENE^•^ ~~NEET'S POV~~ I positioned myself on his cock and slowly let it fit inside me, first the tip then the whole. I still can't believe that it actually fit completely despite its humongous size. It pained a little when it entered, stretching me but after sliding in and out the pain subdued. Well let me tell you a secret *whispers* The pain was worth it...hehe *evil laughter*😎😎

"I am the captain of the New York Glaciers. I have a reputation. I have sponsors. I can't... I can't do this." "Do what? Be happy?" Oliver took a step closer. "Be gay!" Alexander shouted. The words echoed in the large room. "I'm not gay, Oliver. I can't be. My father... the team... they expect me to be a legend. Legends don't sleep with their male assistants." He looked panicked. He looked like a trapped animal. Oliver felt a pang of sympathy. He walked right up to Alexander. He didn't care that he was naked and Alexander was in a suit. He felt more powerful like this.

“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

’ Trina closed her eyes she was so tired all the time it was hard to keep them open at times and then the Consultants words hit her like a sledgehammer and she sat up in shock, ‘What the fuck did you just say?’ Caleb clutched her hand his eyes shining with happiness, ‘Please tell me I misheard you.’ She begged but the Consultant gave her a patronising smile and she watched in mounting horror as they wiped gel over her tummy, ‘Let’s take a look shall we?’