Novel & Cerita Gooch Captain Underpants

Professor Garvin stood there, eyes wide as he took in the scene of me bent over like a cheap whore, skirt around my waist, Brian’s thick cock stretching my dripping pussy, cum and juices already leaking down my thighs. For one endless, heart stopping second, nobody moved. I expected shock or disgust. Instead, he just stared, then stepped back without a word and let the door swing shut again. Brian looked like he might have a heart attack. I smiled, clenching my pussy around his still throbbing cock. “See?” I whispered, voice husky. “Nobody gives a fuck… now keep fucking me, Captain.”

I was so wrong. As I laid there on the floor naked with my ass and cunt on fire and my face and tits stinging, he started to take his clothes off. When he got them off I thought the smell would knock me out. He stunk to high heaven and his shit and piss stained underpants helped make it that way. His enormous belly hung over his cock and when he pulled it up I saw the smallest man’s cock I had ever seen. It was hard but could not have been any more than 4 inches long, if that. He did have huge balls, though. But, he was disgusting; short, fat, and dumpy.

Then the sound of another shower turning on two stalls down. I did not look at first. But I could feel him. Captain Reed. He was naked. I knew it without seeing. The water hit his big body and ran down in streams. I kept my eyes on the tiles in front of me, but my cock thickened fast, rising against my stomach. “Rookie,” he said. His voice echoed off the tiles. “You still here?” “Yes, sir,” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady. He turned off his shower and walked over. I finally looked. Fuck. He was even bigger without clothes. Broad chest covered in dark hair, thick arms, powerful legs, and a heavy cock hanging between his thighs. It was thick even soft, the head fat and dark.

COACH & CAPTAIN iii Coach turned me around roughly and bent me over the desk again. My chest hit the cool wood as he yanked my boxers down in one swift motion, leaving me completely exposed. He kicked my legs wider apart and stepped between them, his big hands gripping my ass cheeks and spreading me open. He leaned over me, chest pressed against my back, and connected our lips in a filthy kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue — salty, mixed with his own flavor. The warmth of his mouth made me moan into him, my body already trembling.

Paloma~ I guess not every interest I had in Douchebag McMatthews went out the window, because I googled him the second I was alone within the confines of the apartment and by God did he have one hell of a smile and eight pacs, what freakish exercises gave him that, he was hot and also stinking rich, heck his father owned Capricorn, one the biggest leading pharmaceuticals in the United States.

I clicked on our class group which had been buzzing with messages, I scrolled down until I saw a link “Hot tea.com,” I clicked on it as we exchanged merry glances at each other, then a very detailed article popped up on my screen with an unflattering picture of Steve digging his nose. She titles the article. “Famous football Captain and his skeleton in a creaky wardrobe,” “Oh my goodness, this is down bad petty as fuck, Deej,” I gasped, scrolling through the article. “I know. I stayed up all night writing this piece. Then, I had my mother proofread it before making it official”

The Westfield cheer squad, twelve gorgeous, athletic girls in various states of undress froze when the door swung open. Emily stood in the doorway like a vision from a wet dream. Her blonde ponytail was messy and cum-streaked. Her perfect body glistened with sweat and drying loads. And between her legs swung that obscene, veiny futa cock, heavy balls swaying beneath it, while her slick pussy lips peeked out below. “Emily?!” gasped their captain, a tall brunette named Sophia with perky D-cups and long legs. “What the actual fuck are you doing in here? Get out!”