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Prom Night Parking

By Victor Ramierez

"Come on Pat, hurry up. The Sarge will kill us if any of these kids do anything stupid," yelled Robert as he hung his head out of the black and white police car. Robert Jones had been a cop in this town for a little over two years now, coming back here to the place where he'd grown up. His partner, currently urinating happily behind a bush, was Patrick, Pat for short, Hogan. Pat was a couple of years older than Robert, and was a little more relaxed.

"They're like this every year Rob, don't worry about it." He zipped his fly closed, and walked back towards the car. "Ok, we're off to save the world from stupid kids."

"I just don't want anything to happen on our watch, ok Pat."

"Yeah ok, calm down a little will ya."

It was Prom night at the local High School and they were expecting the usual, rowdy drunken goings on, not to mention the cars trying to find that ever elusive perfect spot to go parking. Robert remembered his own Prom night here, not too many years ago, and smiled happily remembering how his evening turned out. He knew a lot of these kids, eager and ready to take on the world, young adults, or al least they thought they were. To him they were just the annoying little brothers and sisters of his friends.

"Joey, you can't park your car there. Try up at the lake, there might be a few spots left." Robert shook his head in disbelief as the kid gingerly eased his car out of the spot between the trees, right in the middle of the park, as the girl with him tried to hide from view.

"Is it just me, or are these kids getting stupider every year?" asked Pat, bewildered. Every year this sort of thing happened, and Pat would be happy when it was over for another 12 months. Normally this was a quiet town, not a lot for a cop to do, and they liked it that way. Pat had transferred here from the city, and was enjoying the change from the big time crime. He had been partnered up with Robert when he had finished his cadet time, and transferred back here to his hometown. Robert wasn't a bad guy, a little green, but overall an ok guy.

"It's almost over Rob," chuckled Pat as he patted his yawning partner on the shoulder.

"I'll be happy to get home to bed tonight." Rob drove the car, slowly through the outskirts of town, heading out towards the farms.

"Here, it's a cold night. Try some of this." Pat held out a silver flask, and gestured towards it.

"You know I can't touch that on duty," said Rob with a whimsical smile.

"Just wait a moment," he said pointing at the radio. It crackled into life.

"HQ to car 12, Pat do you hear me?"

"Hi Jan," said Pat, holding the mic up to his face.

"Quitting time boys, see you tomorrow."

"Ok Jan, see ya."

The radio went silent.

"Now, how about that drink?" grinned Pat.

"Don't mind if I do." He grabbed it and took a swig of the liquid, he felt the bourbon sear his throat, and begin to warm his cold insides.

Rob insisted on finishing their run before turning back into town, and as they reached the end of the Fieldman's property, they pulled into their driveway to turn around.

"Stop for a sec," said Pat as he pointed across at the field opposite them.

Robert peered across the field to a tree, where a car was parked underneath it.

"It must have gone in through the fence. Isn't that Joey Turner's car?" asked Pat.

"I think it is, how the hell did he end up out here."

Quietly the two of them made their way across the grassy paddock to the trees, where the blue sedan was parked. The windows were all fogged up, but there was no movement from within.

Pat stood in front of the door and reached for the handle, Robert stood to the side, ready to step into the gap when the door opened.

With a quick tug on the handle, Pat threw the door open and Robert jumped forwards, peering into the car as the interior light came on.

Joey was sitting in front of him, his head snapped around as the door opened, a look of horror on his face.

"What's going on Joey, this isn't the lake?" asked Robert jovially, as he took in the scene in front of him. Joey was sitting alongside Roberta Paul, a lovely blonde girl he remembered from school, who was unconscious in the passenger seat. Joey quickly pulled his hand out of the top of her dress, where it had been exploring the meaty tits within, and then he quickly tried to zip his pants up and stuff his erect cock back in his trousers all in one movement.

"Calm down, Joey, you'll injure yourself." Pat was trying not to chortle, as he turned away from the scene.

"Ok Joey, out of the car."

"Officer, I wasn't doing anything, honest."

"Sure Joey, let me guess, she asked you to put your hand down her top?"

"Yeah! That's right. How could I say no, I mean look at her," said Joey pointing at the attractive blonde teen, happily dozing on the seat. Her shoulder length blonde hair had been set in ringlets that were framing her sleeping face. Her voluptuous body was firmly encased in a sleek black dress that went right down to her ankles where her feet were encased in fine little strappy high heels. Her ample bosom was just being held in place by the stiff top of the dress, it was one of those ones that just come up over the nipples in a point, and have no straps or anything. "Those fantastic tits."

"Uh huh," said both cops in unison, studying the girl.

"Her incredible arse."

"Yeah."

"How could I say no?"

Pat nodded for a second and then inspiration hit him, or maybe it was the blood draining from his body into his cock, but either way, he had an idea.

"Ok Joey, come on back to the station with you." He hauled the kid up out of the car and escorted him back across the paddock to the road, and across to where their car was parked. He put the kid in the back and locked him in, and then made his way back to where Robert was waiting alongside the sedan.

"We can't do that Pat, it's not right," said Robert, trying to convince himself as well as his partner.

"Come on bud, no one will know. If anything, they'll blame the kid. They've both had a bit to drink, who's to say what happened out here."

"I know this girl, I can't.." Robert was torn, he knew this girl from his youth. One of his kid sister's friends was her older sister. He had watched her grow up.  He'd witnessed her initial despair as her body changed into a woman's at a fairly early age. Her tits, which now appeared to be about a d cup, had sprung to life, and had caused many male cocks in this town to spring to life as well. To be honest, both Robert and Patrick had both fantasised about her at one point or another. Here she was, unconscious, defenceless, vulnerable, sexy, but no, surely he couldn't. Could he?

"Well I want to see those tits at least," said Pat. "We saved her from being violated, I think that's a fair reward."

"It's not right Pat," said Robert quietly, not attempting to stop Pat as he opened the passenger side door. He watched as Pat leaned down alongside her and blew air on her face.

When she didn't wake, he put his mouth alongside her ear, and quietly spoke to her.

"Paula, can you her me? Do you know where you are?"

She didn't react, and Pat grinned at Robert.

"She's totally out of it." He grabbed her wrist, lifted her arm up and let it drop limply back down into her lap again. "Totally ko'ed."

He reached down, and with great anticipation, he cupped the tit nearest him, she didn't react at all. Emboldened by his success, he grabbed the other one in his other hand, and gave them a bit of a squeeze.

"Get a load of these tits, Rob, they're so soft."

"What if we get caught?"

"No one is ever going to know we're here, except Joey, and he's so desperate to save his own neck he'll never tell."

Robert was still undecided, and Pat could see that he could still go against him.

"Here Rob, tell me what you think of these." He grasped the top of the girl's dress and tugged it down, allowing her ample tits to spill out. She had lovely tanned tits, with big brown nipples surrounded by generous areolae. The night air played across them, causing the nipples to rise to attention.

"Um.." Robert was dumbfounded. They were an exquisite pair of succulent morsels. He knew he wanted them, he could have them too, if he chose to.

"Have you got that flask there?"

Pat handed it to him, and he took a couple of swigs of liquor. "Ok, let's do it."

"That's what I like to hear."

Pat grabbed hold of her exposed tits, and began to knead them, rolling her erect nips around between his fingers. She moaned slightly, but didn't react otherwise.

Rob was watching intently, and then Pat moved aside to let him have a go.

He dove in and quickly latched onto her closest nipple with his needy mouth. He flicked it with his tongue, rolling it back and forth between his lips. He chewed on it lightly and then roamed all around the tit flesh with his mouth, leaving her breasts moist and shiny.

He stood back from the car, allowing Pat to slip in again. He scooped the girl up in his arms and carried her to the back of the car, and bent her face down over the boot. Her feet were touching the ground, her face and naked tits pressed into the metal of the car.

"Check out this arse," said Pat as he gave her a playful slap on the tight rump under the dress.

She grunted slightly, but made no other reaction.

Rob bent down and grabbed the hem of the black dress, he lifted it up, sliding it up the back of her legs, exposing her legs slowly bit by bit, until finally as he exposed her thighs he reached the base of her arsecheeks.

"The grand unveiling," joked Pat.

He lifted it up and over her firm arsecheeks, exposing her naked buttocks underneath.

"She's not wearing panties!" exclaimed Rob in astonishment. "Maybe she was hoping to get lucky tonight."

Pat slid his hand down over the curve of her arsecheeks, enjoying the feeling of her warm flesh in his hand. He slipped down between her legs and wriggled his fingers around, playing with her pussy. She was a bit moist, probably from all the stimulation.

He pulled out his wallet and produced a condom.

"One standard issue police condom, we don't want any baby constables at the moment."

Quickly he released his erect cock from his pants, and rolled the condom into place.

He stepped up behind her, positioned his cock head at the opening to her lightly furred blonde pussy, and with one smooth thrust, slid the length of his rod into her.

She groaned, and Rob nearly collapsed in horror. He thought she was waking up, but she wasn't.

"My god, she is so tight," groaned Pat. Slowly he began to thrust in and out of her, lifting her up off her feet again and again as he shoved his cock in as far as he could. "Unfuckingbelievable."

Pat pulled back out slowly, her pussylips clung to his shaft and dragged themselves along the length of his pole as he slid it back out.

Pat had been a single man for a while now, and hadn't had any hot cunt recently, so he was ready to blow a load to the moon, so it wasn't going to take a lot of stimulation at all for him to give her a blast of his hot seed. He shoved it back into her, and gave her a slap on the arse. She grunted in response, but laid still. Pat began to work in and out of her, slowly building his momentum. He was enjoying this, he could do whatever he liked and he didn't have to make sure she was getting off on it too, it was all for him.

"Yeah baby, that's the way I like it," groaned Pat as he slammed into her abused pussy again and again. Finally with a hard shove that drove her almost into the rear window, he buried himself as deep as he could and started filling his condom up with his boiling load.

After a moment, he pulled out, and slumped back onto the bumper alongside her. He was panting after having reamed her so enthusiastically. He looked up at Rob and grinned happily.

"You're up buddy."

Rob looked at him, and then looked at the waiting, defenceless, inviting, abused pussy that was lying in front of him, all he had to do was take it.

"Go ahead man, she is so sweeet, hell yeah."

Rob took another gulp out of the flask and had another look at the buttocks in front of him. His eyes followed the line of her arsecheeks down to her thighs, around across the sensuous pillows of her backside, down into the valley where heaven was waiting within.

Lust overtook him and he moved into position behind her. He cautiously unzipped his fly, expecting her to awaken at any moment, and stepped right up to her.

He reached out and slid his fingers around on the outside of her lips, feeling the moisture that had been generated from the previous fuck. She was pretty wet now, just ready and waiting for him to slide on in.

Pulling a condom out of his wallet he slid it onto his raging hard-on and then he pressed his cock up against her slit. He slid it up and down the length of her gash, moistening the tip and spreading her juice around. He moved forwards and sunk his cock into her depths. Rob was overwhelmed by the sensations, this girl wasn't a virgin, but she was fantastically tight. Rob's mind was reeling in pleasure as he began to slide in and out of her moist sex. Rob was a quiet guy, and he didn't get a lot of action, there was no way he would ever have gotten a piece of arse as hot as this one, so he was making sure he would remember every second of the ride.

He grabbed hold of her hips and began to slide her back and forth on the metal boot lid, her tits were being squashed back and forth as they rolled around underneath her, he was enjoying the look of that, and shoved his hands underneath her to get a feel of those bad boys. He pinched her nipples, and rolled them around in the palm of his hands. He gave them one final tweak and went back to fucking her unconscious cunt.

He was building up to an orgasm, and happily began to pound faster and faster until with a loud groan he began to spray his load out into the condom, he just wished he had been able to coat her insides with it, but Pat was right they didn't need any evidence to point to them.

He slid out of her and slid down onto the ground next to the car, panting happily.

"Didn't I tell you she was a hot box that won't stop, primo pussy my man," laughed Pat.

"Yeah," managed Rob. "Sweet stuff alright."

"I'm ready to go again," said Pat as he slid another condom over his erection. Not waiting to stand on ceremony, he lunged forwards and drove his cock into her snatch again, he started to pump in and out of her for a few moments.

"I think it's time to sample some of her other delights," grinned Pat.

Rob looked up at him, with a bewildered look on his face.

"What?"

Pat gestured with his head, and Rob looked where he indicated. He watched as Pat's moist condom covered cock slid out of her pussy, and as Pat pulled her towards him, then lined up with her untouched arsehole and began to press against her little rosebud.

"You're not...?"

"Hell yeah," groaned Pat as he managed to push past her muscles and plunged into the depths of her arse. "My god this is so tight," he groaned.

He began to pump in and out of her arse, and she groaned and whimpered a bit in time with his thrusts.

"That's it baby, take it all up your tight, tight arse. This is the best. I've always wanted to try this, you know," said Pat almost conversationally as he happily abused the chick's arse. "All the bitches I've been out with, and not one of them would take it up the arse. Is that so much to ask? Paula seems to be enjoying it," laughed Pat.

Rob was looking a bit worried about this.

"Don't hurt her Pat."

"It's cool Rob, she's takin' it nicely. Oh yeah, that's it baby, squeeze your arse for me."

Rob watched as Pat pounded away at her arsehole for a few more minutes before finally letting out a load groan as he buried himself deeply into her arse and filled the condom again. He gave her cheeks a few slaps, and then with a chuckle he pulled out of her.

"That was definitely worth waiting for all these years. Although I think I'm gonna want that all the time now."

Rob was getting himself tidied up, and gestured at Pat to do the same.

"We'd better hurry up before someone comes along."

"Ok, get her clothes fixed up."

Rob and Pat put her back into the passenger seat and then went back to the car for Joey.

"I was getting worried, I couldn't see where you'd gone from back here," said Joey relieved that they'd returned. "Did she... say anything to you?"

"We've tried to wake her and we couldn't get any response Joey," said Pat in his most stern voice. "We're wondering if we should charge you or if it was only as you've said and we should let you take her home."

"Oh it was just like I said Officer. Please let me take her home, I promise I won't touch her again."

Rob looked at Pat with a look of uncertainty.

"Alright we'll trust you this time, but we'll be checking in on her later, so no funny business."

"Thank you officers, thank you."

Rob opened the door and let Joey out of the back of the Police car.

"Straight home with her," yelled Rob at the back of the fleeing kid.

"Yes sir," yelled Joey as he dashed off into the paddock.

The two of them stood by the car and watched as he jumped into the driver's seat and took off, out of the paddock and up the road back towards town.

"All in all, a successful evening I'd say," grinned Pat.

"I can't believe I just did that, I can't believe we just did that."

"Believe it buddy boy, that was grade a, first quality, cheerleader pussy and we just pounded it for all we were worth."

Driving slowly back along the deserted road Rob was silent, and Pat was humming happily to himself.

"Stop the car," barked Pat.

"What?" asked Rob, jamming the brakes on, looking around.

"Over there." Pat was pointing across the field towards the lake.

"What is it?" squinted Rob trying to make out whatever it was Pat was pointing at.

"I think it's another parked car, we'd better go and investigate."

Copyright 2004 Victor Ramierez

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