Ernest, a high schooler looking to dole out justice

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Ernest (that’s me) groaned and slapped the top of his alarm clock to get it to shut up. Every day, five days of the week, it would do this at 6:30 AM. That was kind of screwed up, if you thought about it- being **** to move your life to accommodate a time someone else set for you.

I flop out of bed, pull on some fresh boxers, jeans, and a grey sweatshirt, before heading out of his room and down the stairs to the kitchen. His dad was already off at work, but he’d left me a lunchbox with a sandwich and a half-eaten bag of chips. The note on the bag read: “Sorry. I couldn't help myself.”

“Daaaaad,” Ernest groaned. He knew that his family was tight financially, but not so much that his dad couldn’t get his own chips. His sister and mother lived a few miles away- he was on good terms with both, but his father, not so much.

He slipped his Iphone into his pocket (his friends all made fun of him for not using android,) plopped the lunchbox into his backpack, and walked his way to school.

As he left his house, he saw his neighbor, Vivian, walking to the bus stop further away. She could have gone to the same school as him, but chose to attend a fancy private school instead. She wore a slim-fit hoodie that showed her chest bounce with every step, and tight grey leggings that exacerbated her great legs and thick torso, even if her ass was just big and not very bubbly. All that, plus her flowing auburn hair and giant puppy-dog eyes straight out of an anime made her quite attractive.

And this… Is where my story begins.

“Hey, Viv,” I wave at her, glazing at the ever-changing creases of her hoodie that fails to conceal her bouncy, perky tits.

“Hey,” she replies halfheartedly, but with a smile. She turns the other way and begins to sashay away, her hips looping around in a seductive circular pattern that seems to send her ass in waves that are just the right amount of jerky. She definitely practices and does it on purpose, to the point that it's now her second nature to show off her assets, begging to get fucked. Not that I mind in the slightest.

My walk to school bumps me into Addison, a girl who does go to my school who lives across the street. She has long, brown hair and a cute face with big eyes like Vivian and high, soft cheekbones. Her nose is cute as a button too. Everything, from her face to her slim build, fair shoulders, and small but rounded tits seems to scream adorable- until you look down to her ass.

Dear fucking god. It’s big, but bubbles out an unreasonable amount. With every step she takes in her black leggings, one of the asscheeks jiggles out of its mind, not even stopping to rest before the next one bounches anew. Her crack is always pronounced, leaving little to the imagination about how smackable her butt is all the way down. Her legs are great too, with rounded thighs that aren't too big coming off of that behemoth that she’s been blessed with down there.

“Hey,” I smile and wave to her, fixating on her thin, silky eyebrows.

“Howzit goin,” she says politely.

“Same old,” I laugh. “Still secretly playing games on the chromebooks in Mr Adam’s class.”

“Uh-huh.” She seems unimpressed, until suddenly her sneaker slips on a peel that was left in the street. Her legs spread wide, and she falls onto her hands, hips in the air.

I should help her, but she’s got it herself. More importantly, what a fucking view.

I never realized what angle her globes jutted out from her back from. Her torso slouches forward, showing how her wide hips jut out her ass at a nearly ninety- degree angle as it begins. With her legs spread, each cheek can be appreciated for how huge and perfectly rounded it is, and how much it shoots out from her torso, two entire galaxies bobbing against her thighs. Her comparatively legs suddenly seem so much sexier, showing off this separate entity which is this gyrating ass.

“Fucking assholes, littering,” she spits, standing up, her globes grinding against eachother as they resettle.

“I know, right?” I smile.

As I enter my school, I’m greeted with familiar faces and people I hardly know. I have my buddies, of course- a group of geeky guys that are nice and sociable enough to not be awkward, and a few lesbian girls, Adi and Nina, that hang with us since we’re accepting and like being able to talk to girls about girls.

I see Claudia in the hall- one year up from me. Her skin is immaculate, a peachy shade of snow-white that shouldn’t be possible without makeup. Her face is cute, average eyes and small nose, with rounded cheeks and short, black hair. But her body is where it gets interesting enough to talk with the lesbians about is below that. Her tits are nice and rounded, but not too big, and her arms are toned- but that body shape. She is the perfect hourglass figure, her curvy, silky-skinnes stomach suddenly shooting out some of the widest hips I’ve seen. Her ass doesn’t stick out like addisons does, but that’s because her entire lower body is dedicated to sloping back into it. Her torso instinctively shoots forward, before the C of her backside goes back. That, and her expression is almost always pornographic. Couple that with booty jorts that showed off how pristine her legs were, and… well.

There’s also Julia Bach, a tan-skinned hottie with silky brown hair, average tits, a perfectly wide build, and flawless skin with a giant ass…

Etta, with a triangle chin and a tall build, small boobs, but an ass that combined the best of addisons and Claudia’s…

And the crowning jewel. Olivia. Big eyes, big ass, great legs, perfect build- built but slim, big eyes, great hair… her nose leaves a bit to be desired, but her tits. God, they are addisons ass on steroids. Her chest itself is the perfect size- it’s big enough to allow for these gargantuan boobs, but they still just jutt out like crazy. And they are just straight forward. Even with a pushup bra, the outwardness of these tits leaves a volume to be seen like never before. Her ample cleavage seems to begin right below the neck, and of course, the bounce madly whenever she so much and takes a step. Her skimpy tank tops usually show a good amount of side boob, and well, and I can often see her red lace bra underneath that barely covers the nipples. These perfect spheres are the largest in school, swing wildly for all to see, the ripples of cleavage going up her skin with each shift in posture.

If only there was some way to give these bitches what they deserved… the hotter the girl, the meaner and thotties, in general. They lived to fuck and manipulate. Maybe I could make them scream, moan, and regret being born with their fuckable assets. If I could crush them…

A ping suddenly sounded on my phone. I look at it to see a notification-

CUSTOM GIRLS DOWNLOADED.