Novel & Cerita Professor Poopypants From Captain Underpants

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.”

When I sat down, he turned it around to me with a snicker. “I bet class would be more fun if he taught like this,” he laughed. It was a crude sketch of Professor Kim squatting, pants off, over his desk. He was explaining how the digestive system worked while using the bathroom. I stared at it silently for a moment. I barely heard him trying to talk to me over the ringing in my ears. The disrespect…the absolute disrespect! I crumbled the drawing and threw it in the trash. “Hey!” he cried. “I’ve been working on that for the last hour!”

She tossed her head upwards and gave me a penetrating gaze. “Give me a name.” She said with a straight face, void of any playfulness and I knew that she wasn’t bluffing. “What name?” My voice was hoarse, painfully hoarse from hours of ugly crying and cold ice cream I have been eating since I arrived home. “We are stalking Professor Hot-Pants.” She looked at me through her long eyelashes, and I wiped my face again. Anna found me listless during break time and demanded to know what the hell professor hot-pants had done. I didn’t say anything, I just broke down in her arms, and she took it upon himself to look him up.

His eyes were fiery and it was extremely hard to tell that this was the same boy that had attended my class the past week, the same one that couldn’t look me in the eye even when he had bumped into me in the……… THAT WAS WHEN HE TOOK THAT VIDEO OF ME FUCKING MYSELF! “Y— Yes, Master.” I surprised myself as I said those words and with shaky hands I undid his pants and pulled out his glorious cock. I felt like a real slut more than a professor and as if I knew that he doesn't want me to go slow I swallowed it down with reckless abandon, taking it to the base and sucking on his cock like my life depended on it. My eyes rolled as I savored every humanly taste and smell and fuck, you just gotta pre

The slop splattered everywhere, and some of it landed on Bart's pant legs. "Oh, crap!" Bart shot to his feet, his pupils instantly slitting into vertical golden lines. A wave of Alpha dominance radiated from him, and the sheer biological terror of it made my legs go weak. "What's going on here?" A sharp voice rang out from the doorway. The professor, Blake Doyle, walked in with a stack of teaching materials tucked under his arm. Jessica immediately stood up and pointed at me. "Professor Doyle, Mindy has gone crazy. She deliberately spilled slop all over the classroom and even ruined Bart's limited-edition combat boots."

That is when my hips brush against his crotch, and I feel an unmistakable hardness press against me in response. My jaw drops open. My eyes flicker down, only half believing what they are seeing. I gawk at the distinctive beginnings of a tent in Professor Harlan’s dress pants. A single exhale kicks out of my lungs – an incredulous, disbelieving laugh. “Unbe-fucking-lievable,” I whisper, drawing my gaze back up to meet Professor Harlan’s. His eyes are hooded, staring at the place where our hips meet, eyeing his rigid crotch that brushes against my hipbone. His jaw hangs slack in something akin to pleasure, but shock, too.

, 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.

He shrieks, sounding liking a fucking strangled chicken and I can't help but smirk. We both stare at one another and I can feel his rage growing. Silence fills the room before the bubble I made with my gum bursts with a resounding pop in the silent room and I suck the gum back into my mouth. Chew chew chew… His heart is thundering as he tries to control himself. I blow another bubble and that's the final straw. "That's it, I have had it!" I roll my eyes and yawn, yeah yeah. "Is Professor Pretty-Boy on his way? Because I can guarantee he'll let me go." I drawl, leaning back in the seat, the words Professor sounding like poison on my tongue.

Where that popcorn even came from will forever be a mystery to me. Some of them were even laying on the ground on their stomachs with their feet swaying in the air back and forth. “I’m not a proctologist, but I know an a$$hole when I see one." I nonchalantly said this time. I smirked on the inside. I got a lot of comebacks if he wanted to continue this. “Who lit the fuse on your tampon?” He asked. “Wipe your mouth. There is a tiny bit of bullsh!t around it”

“ Take your pants down and bend over the desk and place your hands flat on the surface. I’m going to help you get that grade properly.” My breath caught. Holy shit! This was really happening. My cock was rock hard as I obeyed, pushing my jeans and boxers down to my thighs and leaning over the sturdy wooden desk. The cool surface pressed against my chest through my shirt. I felt exposed, vulnerable, my ass presented to him like an offering. Professor Richard stepped behind me, his hands sliding over my hips possessively. He squeezed my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. “Look at this tight hole. It's already twitching for me.”