Jessica Gordon Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

"You were saying…" Jessi huffed, before she continued, her voice a whisper. "I was saying, you saw the butt plugs, the different dildos, the nipple clamps…oh, and you know about the rabbit and the wand." She watched as Judd carefully inventoried the items she listed. When he'd finished, he looked back up at her. "Anything else?" She blinked. "Um, not that I can recall." "Wooden spoons, crops, canes?"

"Damn baby, you're enjoying this shit aren't you," a voice said? Jess giggled then said, "I guess I am." "Well today I only got a buck and I want to feel those big white titties," the voice said as a black hand and arm came through the enlarged hole.

Jessica gave her a small fake smile. "I'm aware of this already, Grandma. Don't worry. I'm gonna work for the dangerous red bull Aka Mr. Arrogant Monkey. So it's obvious that my day will be tough." Jessica said, rolling her eyes. "By the way, I'm Jessie. I'm not afraid of anyone. I'm capable of handling this type of matter." Jessica said with style flipping her high ponytail that was on her shoulder. "It's not new to me. I'm used to this situation. Because my life was never easy." Jessica said and Grandma smiled at her.

Jade wiped her face and reached out to Jace, wiping his tears away too. "At the end of the day, it is you and me against the world. We got this," he assured her, and she nodded, feeling a bit of strength returning. "So what do we do?" she questioned him. Jace knitted his brow, looking amused. "You are asking me? Jade, you disguised yourself as me, played against the Almighty Captain Jerk, and won. So I should be asking you for advice instead." Jade laughed, the tension leaving her shoulders. "Captain Jerk, that is a good one. I will be sure to call him that tomorrow."

“I don’t see you fighting. I see you pussing out.” Jessica wandered out of the bathroom, drying her hair with her towel. Her one towel. “Are we going out tonight? Or can I lounge around in shorts?” “I vote for that outfit,” Trey said. Jessica peeked out from under her towel. “Shit,” she muttered and wrapped the towel around her naked body. “No worries. I’ve seen it before. Me and a couple million other people.” Jessica shook her head at him. “Screw you, Trey.” “If you insist.”

“You know I’m always skeptical about everything.” Cassandra just sighed, leaning back into the couch. “I’m not joking, Jess. This is real.” Jessica finally sat back, her eyes sparkling. “Oh my. So, you really got to feel Antonio Franches’ famously hot body?” she teased, raising an eyebrow. Cassandra’s face turned bright red. Without thinking, she grabbed a pillow nearby and threw it at Jessica. “Jess, you’re so annoying!” she exclaimed, though the corners of her lips began to curl into a small smile.

Jessica stared down at the rainwater gathering around her shoes. Then whispered: "...Jonathan wasn't a good person." Silence. No interruption. No shock. No immediate questions. Nothing. Just Sophie sitting beside her. Listening. Jessica looked down at her hands. "They always start nice." Her voice sounded small. Almost like she wasn't talking to Sophie at all. Almost like she was talking to herself. Jessica swallowed. "He was funny." Rain tapped quietly around them. "He made me laugh." Her eyes filled again. "He remembered little things about me."

Confused on what to do, Christopher let Jessica take charge of his mind as she guided him gently to the couch. “She doesn’t deserve you.” Jessica went ahead to lock the door so no one would barge in again. Christopher watched her swaying her bare ass with keen interest. It reminded him of everything they had shared before they fell apart. “I will make you feel good forever.” Jessica giggled as she pulled off her panties and transparent outfit completely. She had purposely wore a revealing outfit to get her plans done. She removed his trouser too, got on her kneels and licked up the cum that already sipped from his cock to his thighs.

~Justin~ To claim that I wasn't repulsed by Jessica's admission would be a falsehood. This woman had committed egregious acts, and her motivations were indefensible. How could she betray her own brother, the man who provided refuge when she had nowhere else to turn, who helped her through the loss of her mate, and stood by her when no one else cared? The betrayal of not only him but also scheming against her nephew, her brother's sole offspring, all driven by sheer greed, left me thoroughly disgusted.

“Don’t tell me you’re still wearing the same panties.” Jessie shook her head. “No. I’m not wearing any panties right now.” She pointed toward the bed. “It’s over there.” Taylor followed Jessie’s finger and gasped loudly. The panties weren’t on the bed—they were hanging on a nail right beside the large portrait of Zac Efron, Taylor’s longtime celebrity obsession.