Professor Poopypants From Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

Professor Zane is ignoring me. "Okay sir. Thank you, Sir. Uhm, I just wanted to ask, uh, can I get an autograph? I am a huge fan!" Claire says, fussing with her hair, I notice she has her cleavage exposed and she is also pouting. Whatever she thinks she is doing, I am certain it is obvious to the class and I am not the only one who is resisting the urge to puke. This is her first lecture with the rest of the class and she is already establishing herself as a fucking weirdo.

We have been talking about porn and we suddenly get to see a live one. They notice our entrance and Cleopatra jumps off first like she's Batwoman, exposing her partner. Our jaws nearly touch the floor when we see who it is. Not only has the football captain's girlfriend cheated on him, but she's also hip-fucking the school's professor! And he's as bald as a ball. He scrambles across the bed like missing letters on a board, trying to cover his nakedness. It's even worse when his round eyes see that we have cameras and they aren't fake.

My heart skipped a beat as he conquered my lips and made me his. His fingers worked to unbutton my blouse and once he got to the last button, it slipped down my shoulders and fell to the ground around my feet. I worked to get myself out of my pants and he pulled back only a little so he could watch my pants slide down my long legs. I stepped out of them, leaving me in only my bra and panties. “You are wearing too many clothes, Professor,” I said playfully, eyeing his pants with my bottom lip tucked between my teeth.

Accordingly, Their professor, a man who looked to be in his 30s wearing a formal dress and glasses, entered the class. The whole class stood up except and wished, "Good morning Mr Flitsen." "Good morning As I could see Mr Damon is already on his seat, everyone else please have your seats," he said and moved to his desk. Damon unnoticed the professor's sarcastic comment and kept playing with his Rubik's cube he snatched from a middle school kid and was trying to solve it for a week but couldn't. A farting sound came as the professor sat on his chair. His face went red as a tomato and was deeply sheepish. The whole class burst into laughter. He sat on a fart cushion.

Noah’s class. Cassidy grinned. "Professor Alabaster’s class, right? Heard he’s pretty strict, but also kinda hot." Belle’s face burned at the comment, and she quickly looked away, pretending to rummage through her bag. If only Cassidy knew just how right she was about the ‘hot’ part. She also felt a pang of jealousy when she mentioned the ‘hot’ adjective for her man. "Yeah, I’ve heard that too," Belle said, her voice a little too high-pitched as she tried to keep her tone neutral.

Katty quickly changed the topic, "oh! You mean the professors are really good looking, right ?" Kavya gave her an annoyed look, but Katty pinched her , which was an indirect command to keep Kavya quiet, otherwise they both would face harsh punishment. "Oh, yes the professors are good looking and amazing. Look at their body structure, perfect and fine," Marcus commented. Everyone: Who is this weirdo? Is he gay , talking how creepy and like crazy. "Are you three done embarrassing our group in front of everyone? Or you still have something left?" James furiously mumbled.

The professor ended, as he cleared his throat. Lucas tried to become serious. But as he walked and gazed at the professor's bald scalp, he can't help but giggle. He was lanky and looked like a cartoon character: like Rick and Morty, the meme he saw. That one was the meme peeling the wall. Hands behind him and walking gleefully, Lucas waited for the professor to speak. He tried walking slower, to hide his small laughs. Surprisingly, Moon was absolutely right! Lucas enrolled into something with fire. Maybe he will apply for the Fortune Telling Class for this skill in guessing things.

“Four—five—fuck—six—” By twelve my legs shook, ass on fire, hole clenching around nothing. He dropped to his knees behind me, spreading my cheeks wide. His tongue plunged in without warning deep, filthy licks scooping out the remnants of his earlier loads, sucking hard on my rim until I sobbed. “Professor—please—” He stood, cock already freed, slick with pre-cum. He spat into his palm, stroked himself once, then notched at my entrance. “You’re going to him dripping with me. Full of me. So every time he looks at you, he knows who owns this hole.”

I moan into his mouth. “Such a good little whore,” he growls against my lips. “Sitting there soaking through your skirt while I lectured. Did you like almost coming in front of everyone?” “Yes, Professor,” I pant. He spins me, bends me over the podium—the same one he teaches from every week. Flips my tiny skirt up, exposing my bare ass and the toy buried in my pussy. “Look at this greedy cunt,” he mutters, spreading my cheeks. “Swallowing that toy like it belongs there.”

When she couldn't take it anymore, her hands slid up her sweater in a slow fluid motion, unveiling her full breasts, she began caressing her breasts and playing with her nipples, as she moaned quietly. After minutes of pleasure, the professor got up and then began taking off his trousers, about to release his rod. He undid his zip and took it out, it was a short but very fat rigid dick, standing at its full length. Her eyes widened at the sight of it, she couldn't wait to take him in.