Professor Poopypants From Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

Sloan? “Huh…” Eric sneered and did not continue to speak. This was a final warning. Toto gritted his teeth. “Although there was a small incident, everything is still within our control! That male professor who likes perfume must be gay!” Eric’s eyes turned darker. ‘Huh… Another unexpected turn?’ “I only found out that her professor is a man later, but this guy certainly can’t compare to you in any aspect, and they didn’t have any physical contact!”

I apologise profusely and look up. Professor Herford is in front of me. I blush and start bending down to pick up my books. He bends down behind me to help me pick them up. As I bend down I get a strange feeling. Mamma mia! I realise I'm not wearing any panties. And I'm too embarrassed to know if the Professor has noticed or not. Blushing, I greet him once again and run away.

Fuck yes. The door shut. The lock clicked. I didn’t sit when he told me to. Instead I hopped up onto the edge of his desk, legs spread wide, skirt bunched around my hips. My bare pussy was right there—pink, slick, swollen lips parted just enough to show how ready I was. I leaned back on my hands, tits thrusting forward, and gave him my brattiest smile. “Oops,” I said, voice all sugar and sin. “Guess I forgot my panties again. Bad girl, right, Professor?”

He's hot, cute and so fucking fuckable, I'm trying, I'm really trying not to react but I think I'm losing the battle. The professor leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "I understand your perspective, Wendy. But please, consider this not as a gesture of obligation, you don't have to consider it as anything, just take it as a refund or maybe, a gift from a friend, is that cool by you?" He asked calmly,

I finally reached the pedestal and stopped a few feet away, and I stared up at the tall professor who was waiting for me with a deep, permanent scowl carved into his aged face. The professor wore long black robes that dragged across the polished stone, and he held a digital scroll that projected a glowing blue list of names into the air between us. He looked me up and down with open disgust, and he pinched the bridge of his nose because my muddy boots were leaving filthy footprints across his pristine classroom floor. "I was informed that the Varric pack was sending a human charity case today, but I expected them to at least wash you before dumping you on my campus," the professor sighed, an

“Do you know what people will say if they catch the captain of the league’s best rugby team fucking the school’s biggest slut in the bathroom?” “I said don't stop, besides who cares.” “I do,” he shot back. “Keep fucking me, Brian.” Brian was on the verge of pulling out. I reached back and gripped the base of his cock, holding him deep inside me. The cubicle door suddenly swung open. Professor Garvin stood there, eyes wide as he took in the scene of me bent over like a cheap whore, skirt around my waist, Brian’s thick cock stretching my dripping pussy, cum and juices already leaking down my thighs.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Professor Ryan Gray’s cum leaking out of me all day. The way it had dripped down my thighs while I sat in his chair yesterday, thick and warm, while he filmed it like I was his personal p**n star. My pussy was still sore this morning, but that only made me wetter. I changed my panties three times before his lecture because every time I remembered his thumb stretching my asshole while he pumped my cunt full, I soaked through another pair.

"Spread those legs wider, Miss Henderson. Let all your fellow students see how your naughty cunt drips for your professor's fingers while I teach Calculus," Professor Lee said with a bored tone, the bastard wanting to make an example of Lucy, hoping to shame her cunt into cuming. Professor Lee’s thick fingers plunged knuckle deep into Lucy’s soaked pussy as she sat perched on the edge of his desk, skirt bunched around her waist. "Dick," she muttered low, closing her eyes to her mundane, routine humiliation.

To shove some of it down his throat. “You got yourself a deal,” I say with a grin. It sounds easy enough until I’m locked up in a tight square box, with my pants hanging aroundind my ankles. I’m clutching my cock, trying to create the urge to pee. In the meantime, Steve has stripped down to his boxer briefs. He’s on his knees, his head tilted up in anticipation. He’s got that blown out look of desire in his eyes. I feel the rush of urine coming. Before I know it, I’m peeing on my college professor. And he seems to be enjoying it.

She’s lucky that I can’t even afford the alcohol at the moment. “Shut up. You can’t be serious.” She wheezes. “Girl, I’m as serious as that idiot professor who asked you to suck his dick in exchange for a grade in college.” Her loud gasp of horror travels through the speakers. Yes, Zuri is quite the overly dramatic one. “As serious as Professor Tiny Balls? Oh, good Lord!” She sounds so serious that I can’t help the giggles that bubble up my throat. “Yes. His name is Desmond. The African American.”