Breaking Up the Party (Closed)

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It was early June, and wild end-of-the-schoolyear parties were becoming the norm. The town of Pine Hills, Massachusetts was good-sized, over 30,000 people, and it was hard for the police to keep up with all the high school kids and their partying. But that didn't mean they weren't willing to try.

Officer Rory Jensen rode shotgun in the police cruiser as a senior officer drove through the warm moonlit night. They were responding to a disturbance call, and the address was 112 Paul Revere Road (so many streets in the town were named after Revolutionary War patriots, it seemed). The address was well known to the police, as it was home to Jesse Andrews, one of the more wild partiers in town. There must be enough alcohol to float the Titanic if Jesse was involved.

At 28, Rory was one of the youngest members of the force. He was also the best-looking, with a musclar, athletic body, shaggy brown hair, and piercing ice-blue eyes.

They pulled up to the house with the siren blaring, red and blue light blazing through the darkness. Immediately, the sounds of scared teenagers could be heard inside as the kids all started to scatter.
 
Done! Erin and her class had finally graduated high school and now it was time to party. Erin checked herself out in the mirror before walking out of her house. Her short denim skirt barely covered her ass and left her legs, tanned and toned from sports, in full view. Her silky halter top clung to her breats like a second skin, revealing a fair amount of cleavage and also a strip of flat midriff above her skirt. She had pulled her medim length brown hair into a messy ponytail and had applied a little makeup to highlight her beautiful green eyes. Tonight was gonna be epic.


A few hours later...


Erin was out in the middle of the floor grinding with one of her ex-boyfriends when she heard someone shout COPS! She immediately dropped the Bud Light she had been drinking and sprinted for the side door, headed towards the back yard and the group of trees there.
 
The teenagers began to scatter all over the place, some stupid enough to head out the front door and right at Rory and the other officer. Backup was arriving now, another cop car screeching into the driveway. Three more officers jumped out and rounded up some of the kids at the front and in the living room.

Rory heard the senior officer yell out, "Get the ones running out back!" Rory, being so young on the force, was always eager to do just as he was told. He booked it around the house to the back yard. One officer had rounded up two kids near the pool, but Rory saw one girl running towards the tree line. Holding his flashlight, he charged towards the edge of the yard, screaming, "Stop!"

They were in the woods now, pine needles crunching underfoot. The flashlight danced in the darkness and landed right on the girl, so it was clear he was calling to her. "If you don't stop you're under arrest!"
 
Erin's heart was in her throat. She knew the cop was talking to her, and with these damn high-heeled sandals on she'd never be able to outrun him. Fuck! Her parents were going to absolutely murder her. Getting arrested would ruin her chances of a scholarship. But she couldn't outrun him and if she tried, itd just be worse when he caught her.

She slowed down and came to a stop. Slowly she turned towards the cop, not sure if she should put her hands up, get on the ground or what... Or did they only do that in movies??

His bright flashlight nearly blinded her and she lifted a hand to block her eyes. The movement raised her haltertop up even high so that her entire midriff was bare.
 
The girl came to a stop and turned around. Rory lowered the flashlight so it wasn't right in her eyes.

"Smart of you to stop," he said. "That wouldn't have been too good of you to keep running. Of course, this situation isn't too good to begin with."

He stepped forward, lowering the flashlight beam so it wasn't directly in her eyes. "What's a nice girl like you doing at a party like this?" He lowered the beam some more, trailing it over her toned body that was so well showed off in the tight shirt and short skirt. "And dressed like a little slut, too. Did you come to the party tonight to get drunk and spread your legs?"

Rory stepped even closer. "What's your name, girly?"
 
"E-Erin" she squeaked, her body trembling in fear. "And I didn't come here to do... That. I just w-wanted to have a good time and celebrate graduating..." she said softly, her eyes downcast.

The light wasn't in her eyes anymore but she couldn't see anything about him except that he was big. Tall and muscular. And he seemed kinda young...
 
"Erin," Rory said slowly, as if savoring the word. "You didn't come here to do that? Are you sure? I wonder what the breathalizer will have to say about that. I think it's going to prove that you're lying."

He moved the flashlight up and down her body again, blatantly checking her out. Damn, she was hot, he had to give her that.

"Do you want to take a breathalizer, Erin? Or do you want to just come clean and admit that you were drinking?"
 
Erin groaned internally. He wasn't some pushover, that's for sure. The flashlight glinted off of her bellybutton ring, one that had a playboy bunny on it.

"I... Well I mean I drank some, but I swear it was only like four... I just got here a while ago..." she said quickly. "I wasn't gonna drive either! I was planning on staying here or hitching a ride with someone..."
 
"Oh, only four," Rory replied incredulously. "And you weren't going to drive, so that makes everything okay. Still doesn't change the fact that you're drinking underage, so you're breaking the law. I wonder what your parents will have to say to that? Or maybe whatever college you're going to in the fall...will they be happy to hear it?"

Rory looked her body over again. It seemed that he couldn't help it. He held the flashlight beam on her belly button ring. "Is that the Playboy bunny?" he asked, stepping forward even more. "What kind of whore are you, Erin? Going to parties dressed like this, wearing piercings with logos from porn magazines? You probably drank as much cum at that party as beer."
 
Erin felt tears of anger and hurt prick her eyes. He was being deliberately cruel. She had never experienced that before... EVERYONE liked her. She was captain of their softball team, in the top 5 percent in her class, head cheerleader and voted "Best All-Around" this year.

"Sir I... I am NOT a whore or a slut. I just... Well the bunny is cute. I'm far from a whore..." she said softly. "My parents are going to kill me," she said. She didn't want to even think of the college. "They'll probably ground me for life".

She reached down and tugged on her shirt and skirt futilely, they weren't getting any longer. When she moved her hands he also noticed a tattoo on the inside of her wrist. It was words... But hard to make out in the dark.
 
"I doubt they'll ground you for life, Erin, but I'm sure you'll be in a lot of trouble. But, at the risking of sounding cliched, when you play with fire you get burned."

Rory saw the tattoo on her wrist and aimed the flashlight at it. He grabbed her wrist harshly and said, "What does this say? Read it to me. It probably says something like, "I love cock.' " He laughed bitterly.

He gazed right into her eyes while he held on to her wrist. "You're in a bit of a predicament here, Erin. So the question is: what are you willing to do to get out of it?"
 
Erin felt those angry tears brimming her eyes and she pulled her wrist back, rubbing it where he had grabbed her; that had kinda hurt.

"It- it says carpe diem!" she said, anger lacing her words. "And I got it when my Grandma died of cancer..." She bit her tongue then; anger wouldn't benefit her now. Instead she gazed up at the man, her eyes pleading.

"Is there anything I CAN do to get out of this?" she asked softly.
 
Rory wasn't sure whether to believe the girl when she told him about her grandfather. The words rang true enough, but it could easily have been a ploy to soften him up a bit. He had made similar such lies in the past to get out of any number of things, and knew the value of pity when it came to lying.

"Is there anything I CAN do to get out of this?" she asked.

Rory smiled mischievously. "I suppose I could think of a few things you could do." He reached around behind her and cupped her ass through the tight denim skirt. "It really all depends on what you're willing to do, Erin. But something tells me, the way you dress, you're willing to do quite a lot."
 
Erin's heart sped up. Was he really suggesting she do... THAT? She still couldn't see his face but the cop's body was certainly hot. She sucked ina deep breath. What should she do? Contrary to what he believed, Erin had only ever been with one guy, and that was one time. That was it.

"I... Sir, I don't usually... I mean..." she was speechless. Her cheeks had flamed red. Sure she was sexy and dressed to impress but she wasn't a slut truly.

She could feel the heat radiating from his body he was so close... So intimidating. Her hands were trembling as he grabbed her ass and she gripped them together.
 
Rory felt the warmth from her hand as Erin touched his own. She was so gorgeous and dressed so sexy that he felt his cock already hardening in his pants.

He squeezed her ass tighter and then put his other hand on her other cheek, caressing and kneading it like dough. "You don't usually what?" he whispered. "Do things like this? I don't believe you, Erin. I think you love doing things like this. I think you love getting felt up by a total stranger."

With that, Rory moved his right hand around and reached up her skirt. He moved his fingers along her panties, feeling her slit through them.
 
The cop's hands were kneading her ass and Erin squeezed her eyes shut. He was going to, basically, rape her. And she couldn't do a thing. If she fought, she'd lose her scholarship and her parent's respect. He'd arrest her.

Then his fingers touched her slit and she gasped. It felt good, of course, but this wasn't what she wanted.

"Sir," she said softly, her hand reaching back to cover his hand that was tracing her slit. "Please sir... I'm a straight A student, and I, I am NOT a whore... Please just..." Her words were cut off as his finger traced her slit again, feeling her warm dampness there.
 
Running his hand up and down her panty-covered pussy, Rory could feel her growing wet. The moisture gathered on her panties as he kept playing with her slit.

"You're a straight-A student and what?" he asked softly. "You were saying that you're not a whore? But here I am, a total stranger, playing with your cunt in the middle of the woods, and you're all wet. That doesn't seem like the reaction of a prude to me, Erin."

He moved his hand and reached it down beneath her panties, now feeling her soft pussy in all its glory. He loved how it felt, its wetness, the soft lips. He rubbed her clit and then slipped a finger inside her.

"Mmm, I see your pussy is shaved and smooth too. Do straight-A good girls shave their pussies? It's almost like you were ready to show off this cunt to anyone who wanted to suck or fuck it."
 
Erin gasped as he slid his fingers beneath her panties. It did feel good. Her last experience had been with an inexperienced boy her own age but this man... He was making her feel incredible things.

"I- I've only been with one guy, ever, and he was my age. It didn't... It didn't feel l-like this" she stuttered as the cops finger plunged into her wetness. Her hand reached up without thinking and she grasped his strong shoulder she felt if she didn't her legs might buckle.
 
Rory wasn't sure whether to believe Erin when she insisted that she had only been with one guy. She just looked so slutty and seemed so eager. Still, stranger things had happened.

He continued to play with her moist pussy while he reached up and moved his left hand through her hair. He leaned in and kissed her neck softly while she held on to him, then kissed down towards her breasts.

Feeling her body tremble against his own, he worked her pussy harder, moving to her clit and rubbing it fast. "I want you to cum for me, Erin. I want you to cum right here in the woods, like a dirty fucking girl."
 
Erins entire body was trembling. He was wreaking havoc on her emotions. She wanted to be angry at him... She should be furious. But what he was doing felt so incredible, and that kiss had been almost gentle. It had raised goosebumps along her skin. Her fingers tightened their hold on his shoulder.

"I can't... I don't think I can... I can't stand" she finally managed to mumble as he plunged his fingers within her pussy.

She didn't know if he believed anything she had said but he HAD to feel how tight her pussy was gripping his fingers. Would a whore's pussy be THAT tight? She wondered.

"Sir... Sir" she whimpered, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as felt her pussy spasming.
 
It was almost amusing to Rory that Erin kept calling him "Sir." Part of him liked it. It made him feel dominant, powerful, in-control.

"Cum for me, Erin, cum for me," he whispered as he kissed her neck softly and continued to work her clit. He felt her juices seeping out, all over his fingers. Soon she spasmed one last time and he knew that her orgasm was washing over her. He pulled his hand from between her legs, loving the smell of her sex as it wafted up towards him.

"That's a very good girl," he said with a dirty grin. "Who knew your pussy could get that wet. But I don't think I can let you go until you return the favor..."
 
The feelings washing over her were overwhelming. She cried out softly and clung to the cop as she came. All she could call him was sir, she didn't know his name, he hadn't told her.

Her breath was rapid as he withdrew his fingers and she gasped trying to catch it. Return the favor...? She had never done anything like that. That one time with her ex had been a fumbling attempt of just him putting his cock in her and that was it.

She glanced up into the cop's eyes nervously and then back down at his pants.

"Oh... I... Well I've never..." She knew her face was bright red. She was so inexperienced and he seemed to know so much...
 
"Oh... I... Well I've never..."

Once again, Rory wasn't entirely sure whether to believe the girl. Was she playing dumb and innocent to get out of sucking him? Or had she really never sucked a dick? He found the latter very hard to believe. But he could play along.

"Never, hmm?" he said. "Well, it's very simple. Just get down on your knees."

Rory unzipped his black pants and pulled out his hard cock. It was thick and just under 8 inches, very smooth, the pubic hair well trimmed. He held it in front of Erin's face and stroked it gently.

"Now just give it a lick."
 
Slowly, Erin sank to her knees before the cop. She eyed him as he unzipped his work pants and a skitter of excitement ran through her body. Her eyes widened as he pulled out his cock. It looked so huge to her. Slowly she reached out her trembling hand and grasped his cock in it.

She slid her hand up and down it experimentally like she had seen him do before leaning in and slowly licking his cock from the base to the head. Her green eyes glanced up at the cop's face as she did this. She slid her mouth over the head of him and lightly swirled her tongue around his cock.
 
Erin licked tentatively around the head of Rory's stiff cock, as though getting a feel for it and whetting her appetite. He ran his hands through her blonde hair and murmured, "Mmm, that's good, baby...lick it like an ice cream cone."

He could see that she was soon getting a bit more experimental, and he helped her along: "Suck it, Erin, suck it...yes, that's it, put as much of it in your mouth as you can."

Rory couldn't help but groan as she worked him over. Not only her movements but the situation itself - using his power as a cop to get head from a teenage girl in the woods - were driving him crazy with arousal and pure passion. "Work the balls too, baby," he practically cooed, closing his eyes in ecstacy.
 
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