Get this bitch

You fill with rage. Luna is in full uniform, pointing a tazer at you, but you know she's not in the Sheriff's employ any longer. She's working for him.

"You motherfucking bitch..." you seethe as the Caitlin and Marisol stand in front of you, while you shield Julie from doing the same.

"I had to. He said he needed to fuck Julie."

"That's right, dad."

"I don't give a fuck." You push Marisol into Luna, who falls into the Deputy convulsing from the electricity. With some quick thinking, you remove Luna's gun. "Strip."

You don't feel like **** this bitch. She'd be all for it anyway. You simply put on her police uniform, awkwardly, with thick glasses, in the hopes of getting away unscathed.

Luna is tied and gagged naked. You contemplate killing her for ****, but Julie was right. She's just trying to get that guy off. He was the enemy.

Marisol is still passed out, and appears to have wet herself, so you kiss your two lovelies goodbye. "I'll draw less attention if I don't have two naked women with me. **** Luna with this police baton, and when you tire of that, join up with the other students and make your way to the cul de sac. I'll try to get there."

You linger on Julie, but Caitlin's pussy juices smell wonderful. All in due time, you think, as they help you climb out the window.

Sheriff David Jones looks at his subordinate testily. "There were only two men in there, and you're saying they both got out?! This is a classic school lockdown! We've drilled for this!"

He paced away, and grabbed his personal burner phone. "Sweet'ums, it looks like John has snuck out. He's probably on his way there now. The other one's loose too. Please, I beg of you, don't fuck him."

Jones shut his old flip phone and furrowed his brow. He watched the ambulances as they brought out more naked teens and teachers.

You made your way through the woods outside of the school. You spot a tent where some campers usually rest. You look at your watch.

There is a family of five. Two kids, a teenage girl, and a mother and father, per the design on the back of the SUV and what little you can see. You approach cautiously.

"Oh, hello officer," says the father, unworriedly.

"Um, hi," you say, uneasily. "I'm not actually a police officer. I'm a three-hourer named John Doe, and I need to fuck someone fast."

The daughter, Lucy, looks up from her cell phone. "Mom, we got another one." Another one? The mother, a brunette like her daughter, about 45, removes her shirt, as the two young kids go into the tent.

You look at her exposed toplessness plainly. "Actually, I think I'll fuck your daughter, if you don't mind."

"By all means, officer. Let me warm her up," says Conrad, the father. Lucy is sitting on a picnic table as her father approaches, easily removing her pants and panties, and laying her down as he begins to expertly eat her out. She continues to text on her phone, but her face betrays her inner ecstasy.

"Actually," you say as he lifts his head showing his liquidated mouth, "let mama take over." The topless mother, Gracie, slips in between her daughter's thighs, as you order Conrad to jerk off nearby.

You pull down Gracie's panties and see the tell-tale signs that she'd just been fucked. You slip in for sloppy seconds as you ask about it. "Oh," she said, grimacing as you fuck her ass, "he didn't give me a name. Just that he needed to fuck me. And where Maple Street was." Motherfucker was heading to your neighborhood. "He didn't fuck me there, though." You slipped into her cunt, and lube yourself with her juices and trace amount of the fucker's semen. You then push Gracie out of the way as you position yourself ontop of their daughter, ramming into her moist twat as she drops her phone and hugs you tight. Another virgin, you figure, as her mother embraces you from behind and her father continues to jerk off out of sight.

After you both cum, you thank the family for their hospitality, and take some good nudes with Dana's phone. Lucy splayed out on the picnic table, your cum and her blood dripping out, might make a good wallpaper.

You readjust your cock in your pants, and the family of five waves as you drive off in their SUV.

Surprisingly, no police barricade exists on the one-way drive toward your home. The party bus is MIA, and the Zbigniews aren't home as you pull into their driveway. You glance through their backyard to spot the cul de sac. All the lights are off. You frown as you grip Luna's gun, feeling deja vu all over again, as you expect the JDM may have turned your harem against you.