Professor Poopypants From Captain Underpants Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Fuck. Like that. You like sucking your professor, don't you? More, Ms. Dubois. I know you can do better. Take more of me in your mouth. Then I'm going to smack your ass hard for arriving with that sexy dress. Are you wet, Emilie Dubois?" "Ngh...Yes Professor, yes I am. So wet for you, Sir," His eyes raked over my appearance before he told me to stand up and unzipped my dress, easily making my dress fall onto the floor. He then unclasped my bra, leaving me in my drenched lace panties. "Stand up and let me peel off your wet panties." I blushed the second his finger trailed the wet patch of my panties. He chuckled, but instead of taking off my panties, he told me to put my feet on his lap. "Pu

“I wouldn’t have lied if I could have told you the truth and stayed in the school. But I think we’re all aware that that wouldn’t have happened if I had.” Neumann just looks back at my dad like he’s waiting for him to make this worth his time, and Alvez looks at me with a deeper grin, his eyes moving slowly over the length of my hair like he quite likes it. A shiver passes through me and I glance at my mom, who doesn’t seem to notice. “Oh, goddess help us,” the Captain murmurs, half dismayed and half frustrated. “The shrimp is a girl.” My pulse quickens as I turn to stare at my professor – as we all do. He covers his face with his hand and heaves a deep sigh, turning half away from us like h

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!

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.

“Follow your hand book, professor. I will follow mine. And section forty three of mine says; drop your tits whenever or on whomever you want to, the world is your bra.” I wince inwardly. Thankfully no one else heard how awful the words sounded. It was humiliating to say the words out loud. “The world is your what?” Leo asks from behind me. I feel myself redden. He is laughing and choking on his laugh, making me turn even redder. “Mind your business.” This sends him into an even worse frenzy. He cannot stop laughing. Even my professor seemed to be struggling with controlling his laughter. “Get over it.” I tell them and storm off.

I am very fond of panda bear so even with panty I chose that design. “I was just looking for your hair brushes. I didn’t expect to find your cute panties, hon.” he teased me. He is enjoying to see my indignant face. It can be seen through his wide grin and his teasing look. I puffed my cheeks and I was about to leave his lap when he stopped me by holding my waist firmly. I looked at him annoyed. “Let go of me, professor.” I empathically command him. “Hey, don’t get mad. I was just teasing you, hon.” he said softly while trying to suppress a smile. I pouted and rolled my eyes at him. I remained seated on his lap, but this time, I made sure I didn’t touch that hard thing anymore.

My short skirt rode up exposing my ass. He flipped the skirt higher and ran a rough palm over my soaked panties. “Already dripping for your professor. What a needy little cunt you have.” I whimpered and pushed back against his hand. “Please sir. I will do anything to pass. Use me however you want.” Professor Kane hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them down to my ankles. Cool air hit my bare pussy and I shivered. He spread my legs wider with his foot then stepped close behind me. I felt the thick head of his cock rub against my wet folds.

The moment we stepped into the bathroom, Thea shut the door behind us and turned to me. “Gosh, Camille, you look like a mess,” she whispered, pulling out a shirt from her bag and handing it to me. I stared at her in surprise. She caught my look and smirked slightly. “I’m a cheerleader, Camille. Of course I keep replacements. I have to look good at all times.” I nodded silently as I changed into the clean shirt, my movements slow, with my thoughts still distant. Something about today had shaken me more than I wanted to admit.

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.

"Guys, pay attention now. Mr. Fart has entered the class. " Listening the nickname of their professor ... everyone giggled and prepared for their lecture, while Scarlet was feeling thirsty again.