Novel & Cerita Professor Poopypants From Captain Underpants

“If you had kept your thing in your pants.” Professor Hayes looked like he had ran out of what to say. His shoulders dropped and he let out a long sigh. “Okay then. Fine.” He said. “I’d do it.” I smiled. “Good boy.”

“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.

Jump: "Zzzzz," Hothead goes as he adjusts his sleeping head on his pillow hand. I watch as the snot bubble coming out of his nose shrinks and glows. "Sulien Bokamoso," Professor Purdue yells. "Sulien Bokamoso. Sulien Bokamoso, are you in this class?" I turn my head toward Hothead as he exhales, the snot bubble also shrinking. I roll my eyes and kick Hothead in the leg. His eyes snap open and his head shoots up.

I hear charcoal scratching the paper, he’s already drawing. I take my underwear down, step out of them, and I’m completely naked in my professor’s studio. “Sit on the stool in the stage.” I climb the two steps, the wooden stool pressing under me. The spotlight is bright, exposing. I cross my arms over my breasts, dying of shame. “Drop your arms.” “Mateo…” “Professor Sandoval.” His tone is sharp. “In this studio, you call me Professor. And you follow instructions. Arms down.”

I look down at myself to see I’m still dressed in my clothing from yesterday. Where the heck am I? “Good morning,” a warm, deep voice greets me. I gasp hard. “P-Professor?” He’s seated in a chaise lounge, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and an iPad in the other. He’s wearing only a white T-shirt that barely covers his sculpted biceps, hard rock pectoral muscles, and gray sweatpants that show off his long legs. Damn. What a sight. Even in his most casual clothes, he’s sexy. I’m curious about what it’s like to touch his chest or sit on his lap. Riding those will certainly feel —

The black slacks and dark dress shirt he wore only accentuated his tall, well-built frame as he made his way to the podium in demanding strides. Most in the room - girls and boys alike - were ogling the professor's beauty that would make God or Gods of any religion gasp, from his defined cheekbones to his chiseled jaw emphasize by a trimmed scruff. Everything was easy on the eyes. His brown round glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose complemented his lazy, warm-brunette waves which were effortlessly styled away from his face. If Isa had to put a number on it, she'd estimate the professor was anywhere from his late twenties to thirties. She had never seen a more objectively handsome man.

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.

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.

I turned my gaze to Wenna and gave her a deadly look. While Rajiv just laughed next to me who also heard what Wenna said. "Char, it's just a joke!" Wenna chuckled and burst out laughing. I was a little relieved. Some people look at our students. Some of them look at me badly, others are curious. Maybe they are wondering why the new professor at this university is at the same table.

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