Novel & Cerita Professor Poopypants Captain Underpants

"You want everyone to see what a slut you are for your professor?" "Yes," I moaned helplessly. "Say it to the camera." He ordered, pinching my breast. I whimpered as I looked directly into the lens. “I am a slut for my professor. I came here to get fucked." "Good girl." He pulled away, dropping lower, his hands spreading my thighs apart. He pushed my skirt up to my waist, exposing my bare pussy now. I was already glistening with wetness and my folds were swollen. "No panties," he started, his voice filled with approval. "Just like you promised."

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…?”

"Fuck. Like that. You like sucking your professor, don't you? More, Ms. Dubois. I know you can do better. Take more of me in your mouth. Then I'm going to smack your ass hard for arriving with that sexy dress. Are you wet, Emilie Dubois?" "Ngh...Yes Professor, yes I am. So wet for you, Sir," His eyes raked over my appearance before he told me to stand up and unzipped my dress, easily making my dress fall onto the floor. He then unclasped my bra, leaving me in my drenched lace panties. "Stand up and let me peel off your wet panties." I blushed the second his finger trailed the wet patch of my panties. He chuckled, but instead of taking off my panties, he told me to put my feet on his lap. "Pu

“ Take your pants down and bend over the desk and place your hands flat on the surface. I’m going to help you get that grade properly.” My breath caught. Holy shit! This was really happening. My cock was rock hard as I obeyed, pushing my jeans and boxers down to my thighs and leaning over the sturdy wooden desk. The cool surface pressed against my chest through my shirt. I felt exposed, vulnerable, my ass presented to him like an offering. Professor Richard stepped behind me, his hands sliding over my hips possessively. He squeezed my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. “Look at this tight hole. It's already twitching for me.”

We have been talking about porn and we suddenly get to see a live one. They notice our entrance and Cleopatra jumps off first like she's Batwoman, exposing her partner. Our jaws nearly touch the floor when we see who it is. Not only has the football captain's girlfriend cheated on him, but she's also hip-fucking the school's professor! And he's as bald as a ball. He scrambles across the bed like missing letters on a board, trying to cover his nakedness. It's even worse when his round eyes see that we have cameras and they aren't fake.

My short skirt rode up exposing my ass. He flipped the skirt higher and ran a rough palm over my soaked panties. “Already dripping for your professor. What a needy little cunt you have.” I whimpered and pushed back against his hand. “Please sir. I will do anything to pass. Use me however you want.” Professor Kane hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them down to my ankles. Cool air hit my bare pussy and I shivered. He spread my legs wider with his foot then stepped close behind me. I felt the thick head of his cock rub against my wet folds.

They’re weak and feel like jelly. He fishes out some paper towels and cleans himself up with them. When I extend my hand to him for some, he shakes his head. “You’re going to walk out of here with my cum running down your thighs.” Fuck. Who knew professor Kade was a dirty talker? When my brain can function again, I tug my panties up my thighs and wear my leggings, ignoring the lines of cum that trickle down my thighs. It’s dirty but it’s so fucking hot.

“Because, little one. We won’t be needing it.” “What? You…” He quickly intercepts me, saying. “Yes, because I’m gonna fuck you raw. I want you to feel every skin of my length inside you.” Without meaning to, I oragsm, panting. My panties drenched with my slimy nectar. I’m speechless. My face is the color of tomato when professor Logan draws back. I hear the sound of a zipper being ripped open and by the time I look down, his pants is pooling around his ankle, leaving him in a crisp white speedo.

Tented pants, just like she thought. "Thanks professor," she said with a heavy sigh, hopping off the desk, denied yet another orgasm and still leaking pussy juices. "Thanks?" his irked voice said. "You just earned me—" "Another fine. I know. Sorry professor," she parroted with a sigh, still pining after the hard dick she saw earlier that day. The covered knee before her. Hell any would do. By the end of the day, word of the incident had spread. All Lucy's professors refused to teach her anymore. They demanded she be thrown out of the college or they would all quit.

Peter pulled off his shirt with shaking hands, then his jeans, then his boxers, until he stood completely naked in his professor's office. Professor Cross circled him slowly, assessing. "Have you been with men before?" "Yes. A few." "Bottom or top?" "Bottom. Always bottom." "Good. Because I don't bottom for anyone." He stopped in front of Peter, his hand coming up to grip Peter's jaw. "On your knees." Peter dropped immediately, and Professor Cross unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. Peter's eyes went wide. Fourteen inches. Thick. Perfect. Intimidating.