Professor Poopypants Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

"Don't rush things. I'll feed you properly now." But he fumbled with his pants for the longest time and still couldn't get them open, so I crouched down and used both hands to help. The bulge in his pants kept rubbing against my breasts, feeling bigger every second. Growing impatient, Larry yanked his pants open in one pull, and the zipper snapped. His pants slid down, and his underwear did nothing to hide how big he was. Larry tugged his underwear down, clearly wanting to show off. His size stunned me. Jack couldn't compete with that at all.

"Bending over your professor's desk. You're tighter than I imagined, you little whore." “Please,” I gasped in a half plea and a half moan. I didn't know what I was pleading for, but it was definitely not for him to stop. I liked his cock. I liked the length of my professor's big cock stretching my dripping pussy. "I want to hear you say it, Liana. Say you're a slut." "I'm a slut! Oh, Professor, I'm a fucking slut!" I cried, gripping the desk so hard my knuckles turned white.

“Well…” I began, tugging the oversized hem of the plain black t-shirt I was drowning in, “then I would have to need some changes of clothing.” Captain turned from where he was slipping on his shoes, looked me up and down once, and smirked—slowly, like he was enjoying what he saw way more than he was letting on.

With trembling fingers, I opened his zip and pushed his trousers and brief down a little. His cock sprang free. It was long, very thick, and veiny. The head was dark and shining from precum. I gasped and took one step back. It was even bigger than I imagined Professor Hungs groaned and took an equal step towards me and made me wrap my hand around it. “That’s it babygirl. Feel how hard you make me” I snatched my hand back and held them against my chest “wait Prof. I don't think this is a good idea. I…"

“Cum. Cream on my cock like the dirty girl you are.” I came hard, squirting again, my juices soaking the floor under us. My legs shook without control as wave after wave rushed through me. Professor Charlie groaned. “Fuck… I’m cumming too.” He thrust deep one last time and then… he came. He slowly pulled out and cum rolled down my thighs in multiple streams. “Clean yourself up,” he said, handing me some tissues. “And fix your clothes. You don't want anyone to see you looking like that.”

“Coming to my office dressed like a cheap slut. No bra so your tits are on display and your nipples are hard as fuck. Your cunt is probably dripping already. Spread your legs right now. Show me how wet that tight pussy is for your me.” Myhands shook with excitement as I uncrossed my legs and spread my thighs wide. My short skirt bunched up around my hips, completely exposing the tiny white lace thong. The crotch was dark with my juices, the fabric stuck to my puffy, shaved pussy lips. A thin trail of creamy arousal had already leaked down onto the chair seat. Professor Caldwell stared directly at my crotch, licking his lips slowly. “Holy fuck. Look at that sloppy mess. Your little thong is r

, Alina scoffed her shoulders and gestured for them to start. The boys started shaking their bodies. The whole crowd was laughing because they danced more like monkeys, many students made their videos and viral them on social media. " Hahaha !! Look at him his ass cheeks are showing ", Alina pointed to John, when John heard it He stretched his skirts to cover his ass but due to too much strain it tore, and now his captain America print underwear is displayed to everyone. " Haaaahaaa!! It's so funny!! It's new to know that the captain of the soccer team likes Captain America that much ", Alina teased him.

“Thank you. I’m so proud to have a daughter who can give performance reviews before eight in the morning.” “Daddy’s not mean.” “He’s never seen you pour glitter into an air-conditioning vent.” “It was an experiment.” “It was a crime.” Poppy took a sip of milk, her green eyes watching me through her bangs like I was some junior employee who still didn’t understand the company vision. “Daddy calls me Captain.” “Because he wants his life ruined in creative ways.” “Captain is good.” “Captain is good on a boat. At home, Captain Poppy uses Barbie as a hostage so she doesn’t have to eat carrots.”

I quickly opened the school’s forum and began to type. MissCaptainOfAll: I need help ASAP! This is a case that should be handled as an emergency. Does anyone know who the professor handling Data Analytics for year three is? He is somewhat anonymous but I really need to know who he is right now. If you have emails or some type of way to reach him, reply to this post!

SELENA There was a sharp rip, the sound of fabric giving way. My panties shredded with one impatient pull. "Professor" "Quiet," he said, his palm smoothing over my ass like he was memorizing it. "You’ve been walking around this campus without a bra, licking lollipops like you’re auditioning for a porno… and you think I’m just going to keep grading your papers like nothing’s happening?" I smirked over my shoulder. "Maybe I wanted to see how long it would take before you—"