Part 1
"What are you smoking?" River asked his girlfriend Mindy. "Is that marijuana? You can't smoke that! We're in school!"
Mindy was indeed lighting up a small joint, even though they were right by their lockers in their high school's hallway. Class had actually let out about an hour ago, but the place was still busy with teachers, athletes, and other kids engaging in other extra-curricular activities (like getting fucked in the closet and doing drugs like Mindy).
"Relax, River," Mindy said, taking a little puff of weed-smoke into her pink virgin lungs. "Stop acting like a little kid. Everyone does drugs here, even the teachers. Have you ever seen Mrs. Cummings after 4th period? Bitch is rolling so hard she can't even sit straight. Although, that could be because she's been getting fucked up the ass by Coach Jackson every lunch period."
River and Mindy had been dating since junior high, which meant they had been dating for almost five years now that they were seniors and about to graduate, but whereas Mindy had just started to catch up to the cynical, mean, hyper-sexualized, and violent nature of her generation, River was still a 'nice guy.' He was cute, they both were. He had a nice, soft body that was well toned since he was on the swim team (although his tiny speedo revealed a certain lacking that most girls cared about) and his messy brown hair hung over his big blue eyes. Mindy was a cutie as well, and was quickly developing into a scrumptious little sex-kitten. Her long blonde hair was tied up into two childish pigtails, but her budding breasts and peachy, bubble butt were barely contained by her tight pink t-shirt and tight booty-shorts. Her thong underwear was hiked up so high that it rode up the sides of her curvy little waist, and River noticed that she seemed to have placed it that way intentionally.
River and Mindy had always been very close (even though they had never gone past second base) but River was starting to worry that they were growing apart. Mindy had started hanging out with bitchy, slutty girls who visibly carried condoms in their pockets and wore collars that read 'SLUT' or 'BITCH' on them. She also started listening to violent rap music and was considering getting a tattoo on the small of her back. The drugs were the last straw.
"Mindy," River said. "I'm sorry. But I'm going to tell on you."
"You're gonna wha?" she asked, nearly dropping her joint. "River! What are you, in the 3rd grade or something? I'm supposed to be your fucking girlfriend!"
But it was too late, River had already turned around and was heading straight for the campus parking lot where the campus police usually hung out.
"River!" Mindy whined. "The fuck! Why are you such a little bitch!"
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As River approached the old police squad car that was always parked in the school's lot he noticed that it was rocking back and forth, and he knew why. His heart started to palpitate loudly in his petite chest, knowing who was inside and what she was up to. River had never cheated on Mindy, but he couldn't control his adolescent fantasies, and most of them involved older women, the stars being his teacher Mrs. Cummings (the slutty art teacher) Mrs. Buxton (Mindy's own cougar mother) and the woman in this vehicle: Officer Roxanne Ripley.
One of the windows was open, and when he got close enough his vision was instantly filled with the sight of two large, firm perfect breasts bouncing up and down. Officer Ripley was only 24, and her body was more rocking than any pornstar or fitness model that existed on the internet. Ripley's head was hanging out the window as well, her shoulder length, messy brown hair sticking to her sweaty face as she gasped and moaned in erotic abandon.
"Holy fuck!" Ripley's tomboyish voice quaked as she bit her puffy lower lip. "So big! I can't . . . I can't fucking believe it!"
A strong, dark-skinned hand came out of the car and grabbed Ripley by the nape of her neck, making her squeal slightly, holding her in place. Then the man behind her started to fuck her almost violently, the car rocking back and forth so wildly that they car made threatening BEEP-BEEP sound as the car-alarm was about to go off, but just then Ripley started to cum, her pretty face contorting in an almost painful expression. Her breasts heaved in exhausted joy, and her dark red nipples stood out totally erect. She moaned and whimpered in surrender as the man behind her continued to thrust, but when he was ready to cum he must have pulled out.
"I wanna bust in your mouth, bitch!" the man said from inside. There wasn't a lot of room in the car, but Ripley tried to accommodate him. She leaned to the side of the window and craned her head back, sticking out her long pink tongue, a tongue that could have easily gone past the tip of her nose.
The first blast of thick, white cum missed her face, and River was disgusted when it nearly hit him, one or two warm drops landing on his hand, but the next burst was aimed better and it splashed against the side of Ripley's face, drenching her cheek and filling her mouth. The rest of the man's explosive orgasm must have spilled across her back or something, because River couldn't see any of it.
Then Ripley noticed River standing there, and she looked very annoyed (although not embarrassed at all) to see him.
"Can I help you kid?" she asked in a tone that really sounded like "Can you come back later, I'm busy at the moment with a huge cock up my ass?"
"Um . . . um," River stammered, distracted by his own raging hard-on, although his endowment of four inches barely registered in his shorts. "My friend is doing drugs!"
Ripley cocked on eyebrow as if to say "so?" but she knew that it was her job to check in on kids ratted out by other kids.
"Fine," she sighed. "Just give me a minute to get cleaned up."
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Ripley got out of the car a few minutes later, having wiped off most of the semen that had plastered her face and back. She was wearing a rather scandalous outfit for a police officer, especially one who worked at a school. Her big, firm breasts were held up by a tight jacket that was open all the way to reveal her infinite cleavage, and her toned stomach was left completely bare. Her big bubble-butt was encased in a pair of tight shorts that were always wedging tightly into the crack of her buttocks. She wasn't allowed to have a gun, but she did carry a rather large, heavy, iron nightstick that was not regulation at all.
The man who had been fucking her from behind was none other than Coach Jackson, a man who was no stranger to most of the school's pussy population. He excused himself after noticing a tall, sexy blonde girl wearing a skirt so short the bottoms of her ass showed, and he went to discipline her for violating dress code.
