Blonde Cop Pornstars Ravish an Annoying Nerd and His Prick

“Pounding the Books”

It was just another monotonous day for dweeby Charles, the resident know-it-all of his elite university. His daydreams were usually filled with imaginative tales of what it would be like to finally lose his virginity, though his inexperience left him with little to fantasize about. One fateful evening as he scurried across campus, head buried in the latest Physics journal, two dazzling blondes stopped him dead in his tracks.

“Well hello there, cutie,” the first blonde cooed in a killer Texan drawl, licking her cocoa butter-covered lips. “You look awful horny. Why don’t you help us look for my hubby, Charlie? He’s a right fucker of a man.”

Charles gulped, his glasses fogging up as the sweet scent of the blondes’ jasmine perfume invaded his nostrils. “I..I, uh…what?” he stammered, quickly glancing around to make sure no one else was witnessing this bombshell encounter. The flirtatious vixens eyed him like juicy prey.

“I’m Officer Tina Smith, and this is my subordinate Britnie,” the busty blonde in whites chimed in, flipping a lock of hair behind her back. Charles noticed the prison stripes hugging her voluptuous figure like shrink-wrap. Unable to take his eyes off the blonde bombshells, he said, “I’m Dr. Charles Cringley. Pleasure to meet you both.”

“Dr. Cringley, huh? Moved mighty fast didn’t you?” purred Officer Smith as she suggestively ran a hand down her partner’s back. “Anyways, Brit and I were cruising through campus when we spotted your hard drive. We have no idea where my husband Charlie is; he’s fucked off somewhere. Maybe you could help an old ball and chain out?”

Charles’ heart was racing like crazy; the tall beverages he’d chugged at happy hour had definitely left him feeling it. Yet, nothing felt better than having two statuesque blondes ride him like a pony. “O-of course! I’d be more than happy to assist, as is my academic duty,” stuttered Charles as he eyed the descending sun, which illuminated the blondes’ booties. His dick was hardening by the second.

The trio spent the next hour coordinating an extensive search around campus. They checked the library, engineering labs, computer science and even the livestock pen but found no traces of Charlie the husband. As the search exhausted both the blonde girls and their quarry, they eventually gathered in the quad, trying to avoid pupils.

“But guys, Charlie never comes to this part of campus!” remarked Charles with a grin. “I think your hubby may have escaped to the ER.”

Officer Tina suddenly grabbed Charles by his tie as her partner undid her palm-sized leather holster. “Listen here you little motherfucker! My whole fam is expecting me to bring home your nuts in a bag,” she snarled through clenched teeth. Charles nearly pissed himself at the tone shift. “Either I get some information on that shit-for-brains husband, or my partner is gonna extract the spherical cum out of your mouth pouch.”

Tears began streaming down an increasingly overwhelmed Charles as he shook his head. “I-I don’t know anything! I’m just a n — ”

CLUNK. Without warning, Officer Britnie had her Taser firmly lodged into his left eyeball. His body convulsed and eyes rolled back, life force a void space. “Goddamn nerds and this shit!” voiced an increasingly agitated Tina. “I’m calling Charlie in.”

So that’s how it went for our nerdy protagonist Dr. Cringley – he’d thought he’d experienced the highest that life can offer, yet being fractured by two hot-top heavy pistol-heavy gals was something to new. His quest for knowledge had borne fruit, and he was face deep in hot blonde haggard gash, his skull a festivals ping pong ball being smashed about. He’d lost count of how many times they aimed tiny fuck inflictions of their special Tazer, and he silently hoped they’d aim their weapon of choice to his tiny cock next.

“Seems fine to me,” grunted Britnie after a minute while prodding Charles’ pliable body. She released the button with a wet smack and stepped back alongside her partner. “He was no big whoop anyways, just your standard nerd. I think it’s time we called the coroner.”

“Yeah, he’d never survive the walk to our squad car,” agreed Tina as she admired Charles in repose, brainwaves at a minimum. “But must give old Charlie something for his wife troubles, right Sister?”

They laughed wickedly over the brokenCharles, his shredded remains forever to be etched in the school grounds. All in all, not a peep was heard by the University of Tome, not even when the janitors found the evidence of the involved atrocities left behind. Until next time nerds.