George Harold Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

"Am I seeing things right. Are your fingers buried up inside your teenage daughters twat? Fuck, Harold what were you thinking?" Harold had his legs pulled up to his chest, as much to make himself as small and invisible as possible, as to hide the erection he was getting from watching the show. "I just..." he started, before getting another backhand, right on the ear, that hurt like the devil and left his ear ringing. "Shut the fuck up," Jeff said offhandedly.

Bright curiously swiped his phone, tapped the message and his eyes widened with excitement. "I got it, Boss. I know how to caption it," he said with a mischievous smile. "Tell me what the caption will be," George curiously asked. "They seemed to just realize that marriage is sweet." George laughed and said, "You are truly a troublemaker." He smiled and added, "I will tag all the eligible spinsters and say, 'I hope you are warming up." George could not contain his laughter. "Just leave and do what you like."

Daisy, as if the entire novel weren’t a slow-motion warning about mistaking obsession for love when Priya dropped an iPad on top of her homework with the reverence of someone delivering a subpoena. “You need to see this.” “I need to finish grading these or Professor Alden’s going to make me retake comp myself.” “Bella. Look.” She looked. It was a video some hockey player, dark hair, broad shoulders, absolutely leveling another player into the boards while the crowd screamed. The caption read: NORTHRIDGE CAPTAIN LUCA DE SANTIS GOES VIRAL FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS. “Okay,” Isabella said slowly. “And I care about this because…?”

Jack Horner presses his tongue, flat and broad, right against the tight front of Goldie's male underwear, directly over the aching hard shape underneath. "Oh!" Goldie Lockhart yells out. The big capo licks the dark fabric up and down, then sucks on it hard. Goldie wants the warm breath and the wet tongue to touch his real skin, not the underwear, so he uses his hands to pull the cloth down fast.

He’d become an even bigger laughing stock. "I put that on your back for good luck," the guy sighed heavily, rolling his eyes as if he were the one being inconvenienced. "I guess it was chasing you, and you were just running too fast." To cap off the insult, he spat directly into my brother's hair. "Hey Liam, I still have some of that ketchup left over," Theodore chimed in, stepping closer to the huddle. He raised a plastic bottle. "Take this as an anointing oil, weakling."

she nodded sarcastically, then she giggled: "You can close your mouth now, daddy. Don't make me think my own father is a chicken." Harold could not resist and took off his pajama pants and underwear. He knelt over the girl. Then he brought his phallus close to Polly's pink pussy and rubbed it on her cute labia: "That's the maximum I can do to avoid some disastrous consequences, Polly." He gasped feeling his tool getting even harder as he touched it on a twat after a long time. Shit, I feel my cock throbbing, man, he thought. Polly smiled and purred:

and twigs coming off the side of it with a twig sword in one of its hands. "May I leave?..." Grumbled Heinrich. "Yup, don't fear, we have faith you and Harry will make it through this Captain tiny. We know ol' George will give you a hand as per usual." "HAHAHA" As Heinrich was leaving a certain object was sticking out of his ass. Last night Alayna took a rather large pine cone and shoved it up Heinrich's ass while she passionately asserted she was doing the right thing for a comrade of Heinrich's Caliber. When facing the criticizing gaze of everyone present at the time she just smiled and said. "I figured he must be feeling lonely without Ol' George being up his ass." No one said a word but

Ray laughed and I rolled my eyes. Who could believe that just last month I was talking like these boys? Their conversation was so stupid and I didn't even want to listen to them but I didn't want to be the joy killer in the group despite being captain so I kept quiet and listened, praying the conversation wouldn't shift back to me. "Ew, why would you? She's ugly," George laughed as the others followed. "On the outside, but on the inside she was sweet," Ray laughed as Fitch threw his hand in the air and hailed him like he had accomplished something important.

Patricia teased, and Chloe threw a pen at her, which she dodged quickly. "I hate you, Pat," Chloe huffed. "I thought his name was Mr. Tra--I can't remember his name." "Well, the name 'Tractor' fits him," Patricia shrugged with a grin. "Yeah, it does. Anyways, you should go see Sir John. He's not going to scold you for disrespecting Agent Cole--" she started to say, but was interrupted by the ringing of her phone. "It's my love!" she exclaimed excitedly, picking up the phone. "Hey Captain Underpants!" Patricia shook her head. That was probably one of the many silly names she had given her husband.

"Loose cannon? Says the golden boy who hides behind daddy's name. Step up or get out of my way Ryder." Guys on the ice slowed down watching us. Coach blew the whistle but we ignored it. This had to look ugly. "You think you can talk to me like that?" I shouted pushing my chest into his. "I am the captain. I built this team. You are the new guy with a rap sheet longer than the season." Kade laughed right in my face that rough sound echoing. "Built this team? With what? Your perfect press conferences and your old man's dirty money? We all know the Ryders play dirty off the ice too."