Novel & Cerita Professor Poopypants Captain Underpants

he said, managing a charming smile while the rest of the class reeled with visible disgust. It was all for show though, cause if Ryder had walked into this class with a platter of his own guts, half this class would pack a spoon. There really must be a God in heaven because somehow Professor Saks bought the charade, turning back to the board as Ryder stumbled through the rest of the class, eyes finding me. I watched with utter disdain as he made his way to the empty chair next to me and sat down with great effort. “The bathroom? Seriously? Where did you learn to lie?” He groaned.

The way he moved on him, he looked like someone who enjoyed doing this so much, I kept silent, dazed in thought as I watched them. Suddenly Dave noticed me. “Holy shit,” he pulled back as he struggled to close his trousers, his face looked like as if air had been pulled out of it, pale, his eyes bulged in his sockets, beads of sweat run on his chest,I remained silent. Then quickly, the professor, whose pants were on the ground, revealing his unmatched skin and body, quickly pulled them around him. “ Umm , umm , Dave,” Lucien stammered while he chuckled his smile not reaching his eyes.

the captain says in response to her jokes. "Now, here is me in elementary school; I suppose I was eight or nine years old in this photograph; I seem tall in this picture, ey?" he says, demonstrating how long his legs appear in the photos. "This is when I was in high school; these men were my pals; we weren't classmates, but we went out a lot doing dirty stuff." The captain is slowly telling Annika about his adventures, which she is thoroughly enjoying. "I admire how polished you look in your school uniform; you seem like a nerd here, lol!" she laughs. "I was such a nerd back then, ha! Ha! ha!" The captains answer Annika while laughing.

Then to how he had manipulated so easily into getting me to Professor Kent's house. “Wait, what the fuck?” She said in a small voice, "Your professor?” Then a small smile spread across her face, "You're so freaked out. You were getting fucked by your professor?” The smirk on her face was mischievous. I rolled my eyes, the images flashing for a second. His hands on my waist as he slid into me. The words he whispered while he made me sing his name. Before I got lost in those memories, I shook them away.

Extra Credit Intro: Willow is failing are English classes and she sees just one way through passing her course.. Professor's P.O.V. So, what’s it's going to be, professor?"She asks shyly and seductively.. "Is this going to be an oral test?"She coos as she worked to unbutton his pants. His pants fell around his ankles revealing his tight boxers,They hugged his thick, powerful thighs close to the skin, and emphasized the details of his still-growing erection.

Ella's Pov "Unbutton your shirt. Let your tits out. I wanna watch them flop around while I fuck the shit out of you." Professor Garrett growled, tapping his fat cockhead on my nasty pussy lips. The... SMACK! SMACK!! made me jolt. With shaky fingers, I undid the rest of the buttons on my uniform shirt. My heavy tits spilled out, nipples rock hard, scraping his desk. Fuck me. I felt so exposed, so naked.

That's disgusting. Professor Lucien Drake is obviously good-looking—standing at six feet, with flawless skin and perfect teeth. He’s probably a sight for the female teachers’ sore eyes. Actually, female students like him too, but whenever they approach him, he doesn’t entertain them—which brought about the name Grumpy Pants. "As I said, I could report you to the school disciplinary committee, but..." I don’t wait for him to finish. My heart somersaults in panic, pounding so loud it feels like it might burst through my chest. Cold tile presses against my knees as I fall, begging him like my life depends on it.

The thing that comes out of one's butthole. The brown black-ish smelly thing. Technically, when he slipped, the envelopes around him flew through the air, like the ones in the movies where someone graduates. But instead of caps, they were brown and white envelops. Ah, "I told you." He grunts. "Can you please help me up?" I smirked, "Did the bad boy just say please?" "CHLOE!" I chuckled, "Okay, okay!" I bent down on my knees and helped him up, making sure that I'm not anywhere near the smelly poop.

“Sitting on your professor’s desk with your legs spread, no panties, dripping for me. Do you have any idea what would happen if the dean walked in right now?” I bit my lip and reached down, boldly palming the thick bulge in his trousers. “Then maybe you should do something about it before someone does walk in,” I challenged softly. Professor Black’s control frayed. He unzipped his trousers, freed his thick, heavy cock, and stepped between my spread legs. He rubbed the fat head up and down my soaked slit, coating himself in my wetness. “Just the tip,” he warned, voice strained. “For now.”

It was all so unbelievably real. “Do you need water?” Professor Kai’s voice was a low rumble, cutting through the dizzying aftermath of my thoughts. “Yes… please,” I managed, my own voice sounding foreign and thin. I nodded, not trusting myself to form more words. He shifted, the mattress dipping as he rose. My eyes, seemingly of their own volition, tracked his movement. His body was a study in controlled power, even now, his dick was there, glistening at the tip of his softness, strip of cum still visible, it was a reminder of what we’d just done.