It's the fuzz!

You're all snapped out of your reckless abandon by the oncoming sound of sirens.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," stammers Frankie. "There must have been a silent alarm. Quick, out the back!" You rush to the rear of the store but the back door is locked. Julie's hands tremble as she gets to work on the keyhole with her hairpin. At that moment your stomach rumbles and your legs start to wobble.

"Shit, not now!"

"What's the problem?" Frankie's tone is ice-cold.

"My condition's flaring up again. I'm having trouble standing."

Frankie headbutts the wall so hard she leaves an impression.

"Fuck! We do not have time for this shit! ... Susie, take care of him."

"Roger that!" Susie replies, flipping up her skirt and approaching you with horny intent. Julie is clutching onto her arm, trying to keep her lockpicking hand steady. She's freaking out hard. Susie shoves you to your knees and sticks her semi in your mouth.

"That's it. Lube me up. It's my turn, lover boy."

She mashes her tool into your face, forcing your tongue around it. This isn't some artful blowjob on your part. This is Susie using your mouth like a slicked-up fleshlight.

Suddenly the front door bursts open and a policewoman launches herself inside, gun drawn. She can't see you, but she knows you're in there somewhere.

"Come on out, asshole!" She shouts. Peeking between the shelves, you can see she has blonde hair. It's cut short in a no-nonsense style. Dark shades black out her eyes. Taken together, her whole look screams, "I don't take shit from anyone - and especially not from you."

Susie presses a hand against your forehead and shoves you off her cock with a quick Pop! Then she spins you around, yanks down your pants and lines herself up. Meanwhile, Julie desperately strains against the lock's tumbler. Then her hairpin snaps in half. At that exact moment the head of Susie's cock pierces your butthole.

"Fuck!" You, Julie and Susie shout, though all for different reasons. Frankie is arguing with Julie and Joey about what to do next. You're not able to pay much attention because your brain is being jostled by the **** of Susie pounding you from behind. The thud thud thud of her violating your hole is echoed by the stomp stomp stomp of the approaching policewoman.

"Fuck the police and fuck this door!" Joey screams. She rears up one leg and smashes her Doc Martens into it. The door slams open with a bang. For a moment, you're all speechless - especially you, since Susie is fucking you silly. She has shoved her fingers into your mouth with one hand and is slapping your ass with the other.

"Everybody, RUN!" shouts Frankie. That's easy for her but you're locked in place. Then all of a sudden you feel yourself lifted into the air. You're pushed outside into the cool night air but your prostate is still being hammered. Amidst the mad dash outside you realise that Susie has wrapped her arms around your torso, lifted you up, and rushed outside with you bouncing on her cock. The weight of gravity forces her cock inside of you and your cum out of you. Susie groans as your orgasm causes you to clamp around her member. Soon both of you are cumming. You shoot into the air. Her load leaks out from your jiggling ass. It splatters against the pavement as you go, marking your gang's line of escape.

The policewoman dashes out from the store's back door but you're already too far ahead for her to catch up. She shouts angrily into the distance.

"I'm going to find you! You hear me?!"

Soon the night is quiet once more. The policewoman's adrenaline begins to fade. She holsters her gun and leans against the wall.

"Bunch of fucking kids," she grumbles. Her nose twitches. Her keen investigative instincts pick up a scent. She looks down. Your gooey leavings trail off into the darkness of the night.

"Smells like ... a male ... high school age ... average height ... brown hair? And another smell ... a young woman ... green eyes? ... wearing a Target-brand hoodie..." She smirks. "I'm onto you now, perps."