Professor Poopypants Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

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.

Someone babbled out, and it was quickly followed by a round of laughter from the few people dispersed along the hallway. “Fuck off!” Mary scowled at the guy scaring him away. “See, that’s what I’m talking about.” “Poopy pants?” I was already cackling at this. “Ugh, not you laughing with them.” “I’m sorry, it’s just funny. But what happened?” “There’s no story to tell, but yeah, I shit my pants back in seventh grade, and ever since that time, I’ve been called poopy pants.” “Oh, wait,” I said as we both paused from walking. “I’m pretty sure we’ve walked past my locker.”

He muttered before picking her uo again. "You are one to talk, but I will have you know that by the time I'm done with you, you wouldn't even recognize yourself. Better yet, you wouldn't be able to think." While still in that position, Zoey chuckled. "Oh, please. You act like your dick is the best thing in the world." She rolled her eyes. "Because it is." "Let me be the judge of that." Professor Beaumont got to his desk, set her on it again before slowly hiking her dress up as if to savor the moment until it pooled around her waist, her panties getting exposed in the process.

He swallowed every drop, milking me until I was whimpering and oversensitive. I could barely stand. I couldn't believe this was really happening. Professor Ben stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Your turn boy.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was big, thick, and beautifully curved upward, the head already shiny with precum. My mouth watered. He exceeded my fucking imagination!

I shook my head and turned to my table to bring out the new biology textbook Keisha had gifted me a while back. “Our topic for today is Excretion. Now….” I trailed off when the door opened and someone walked in. Shock glued my feet to the floor and I would have almost dropped the book on the floor but a professor has gotta maintain her Steeze in front of her students. Even though I didn't drop the book, my jaw was definitely on the floor as I stared at the guy walking into the door with a grin. “Good morning miss,” he greeted with a smile, and that voice sent shivers down my spine, “I'm a new student.”

Noah’s class. Cassidy grinned. "Professor Alabaster’s class, right? Heard he’s pretty strict, but also kinda hot." Belle’s face burned at the comment, and she quickly looked away, pretending to rummage through her bag. If only Cassidy knew just how right she was about the ‘hot’ part. She also felt a pang of jealousy when she mentioned the ‘hot’ adjective for her man. "Yeah, I’ve heard that too," Belle said, her voice a little too high-pitched as she tried to keep her tone neutral.

Like that would ever happen. "Look I can't be in my house right now, and I'm forbidden from going anywhere remotely entertaining. Doing your chores for you is the next best thing, so can I come in now?" I blubber out. "First tell me why you can't be in your house." "My parents are about to have sex, okay...." ____________________ Vote Comment **Did yaal get my Captain Underpants movie reference?? “Whatever floats your boat Melvin” Thank you to all of you 🌵🌊🌨️🐍🙆🌩️🌙

I had spent two hours of my time fucking and frolicking with a man who surely didn't give a fuck about me. I hated men; maybe that was why I was still a virgin at 21. I didn't care; all I knew was… “Fuck him and his big dick,” I said that aloud while reaching out for my backpack. “Really?” a deep muscular voice retreated while staring at me. “What do you want from me, professor?” I said, a little bit agitated, while rolling my eyes. “Your pants, if you would like to get them; you can always come here to get them.” He dropped his address, which was on a card, while he glared at me, holding my red lace pants in his hands while sniffing them.

he mumbled, but I was done with his play, I wanted him badly. “Fuck me, Professor,” I rasped, and he fondled my ass as he placed me on the edge of the desk; he removed his brief, making him stark naked too. I looked at his hard cock, and I eyed it hungrily, as the cap looked so inviting. I was tempted to have a taste forgetting about the throbbing ache in my pussy, but I got reminded of it, when he used his cock to tease my entrance. “Ahh–” I breathed, and I parted my legs, waiting for him to fuck me hard. He rubbed his hands on my dripping wet pussy, and he slurped the juice before he pushed the cap of his cock into me while my pussy wall contracted.

“What do you think happens if everyone finds out about this? What do you think Professor Dan will do when he finds out his little freshman student was masturbating to his picture in the old athletics locker room?” Tears welled in my eyes. “Please,” I whispered, the word barely audible. “Please, don’t tell anyone.” “Don’t what?” Chris asked, pretending innocence. “Don’t tell the whole school? Don’t tell your precious Professor Dan that you’re a desperate little slut who masturbates to his photo?” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a cruel whisper. “I might keep my mouth shut… but it’s going to cost you.” I stared at him, my mind spinning. “What?” I breathed, my voice barely steady.