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April Gets Her Scoop	By : TimedWatcher Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 2217 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-April Gets Her Scoop
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The black gangsters had them cornered, knives drawn. The two newsgirls should have been like pitbulls, but Irma and April were like kittens, their backs pressed into the faded redstone bricks, waiting for rescue. 'Any moment now, he should be here to save us...' April gulped - she hoped, at least.
"Not in my neighbourhood, punks!" From the rooftops leapt the urban predator, as he brought them down with two held bats that sent them careening with force, their faces colliding with the alleyway gutter water.
Casey Jones stood above the fray, not flinching, not even breathing. One groaned out, and with a quick splintering smash, his broken open skull explained why he was now so quiet.
"Uhm, are they gonna be okay?" Irma, no longer fearing for her life, lifted her camera and zoomed in on them, their heads cracked and bleeding.
"Lawbreakers don't deserve a second chance." Casey gave the intact looking weapon a swivel, deeming it acceptable, as he placed it back into his golf bag, but tossed the busted one with a thud, the sound of wood rolling into a gutter. "I let the big guy upstairs sort 'em out."
Carefully tugging the cord of her microphone around her leg, April made sure to step over the red puddle to avoid staining her white heeled boots as she got closer to Casey. She put on her usual pushy news persona. "April O'Neil with Channel Six news. Is that your final word on crime? I think the citizens of New York would love to know more, Mr..." Casey came to an abrupt stop as she moved into his path, his equipment jostling. She could hear a bit of ventilating through the holes of his mask with the look of a familiar movie slasher.
He bypassed her completely. Not with a shove or even a touch, but a graceful maneuvering, even with the gym bag full of heavy sports equipment strapped to him. April almost thought tonight was a total bust, and had the words 'this was April O'Neil's special report on the recent spike of vigilante crime. Vigilante crime - criminal, or justice?' ready to roll off her tongue, but she felt like she hadn't gotten... the real Casey Jones. She had to think fast.
"You know, we're a pair of lawbreakers." That raised the hairs on the back of his sweaty neck, as he turned to meet her. April had the look of a devilish minx, her chin turned downward.
Irma nearly dropped the equipment. She disagreed as quickly as she could in her typical mousey way, waving about her hands. "No, we're not."
April ignored Irma. "Have you ever dealt with female lawbreakers before?"
Casey moved towards them without a sound -- only a near silent clink of his metal filled backpack. He looked April up and down, who was completely unphased. "Can't say it's ever come up." His raspy voice came. There was then a long pause. "What did you do?"
"Couple of unpaid parking tickets." April crossed her arms, as she stared up to him through half lidded eyes, almost defiant, almost bragging. "So what are you gonna do about it?" April flung her chestnut brown hair, which stayed mostly in the same place due to her high volume hairspray. April couldn't help but wish she had taken that offer of gum from Vernon earlier, because she'd love to stick it underneath a city bench right in front of this guy.
Casey's brain was like a computer that couldn't resolve itself. The logic was right, but his hardware was misinterpreting it. Hurting criminals? Yes. Good. 100%.
Hurting women? Even ones that were lawbreakers? That was a lot harder to justify. Yet how could he deny his mission? The very reason he got up every morning in this sewer filled city?
April fluttered her eyes as she leaned into her shapely body. "Believe me, I've been a bad girl. I NEED-" She bit down haughtily, rubbing her zipper. "To be punished." April tugged it down an inch, the crinkle of metal as the zipper descended further, popping her cleavage more and more into view -- but before she went further and revealed the full valley grandness of her tata's, her index finger instead flicked and teased the zipper handle of her yellow jumpsuit, but never actually pulled down on it. April could already sense the way it got the vigilante all riled up.
April wanted to seal the deal.
April slipped her microphone between her breasts. Letting it go, she watched it slip only an inch in before becoming secure and sitting stiffly, aiming back up towards her face as April then looked proud of her tits upright firmness working in combination with the tight yellow jumpsuit, now able to freely rest her hands on her waist. Sticking out phallicly, any slight movement she made with her breasts made the long wired device bob to and fro, her tits nearly loose. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"
"LAWBREAKER!" Casey Jones shout caught April off guard, her display of lust eschewed for fright as she was forced down upon her knees by his strong mitts. Normally she hated the manhandling act, but right now, with her hands primed on her knees, April's spine curved as she took great interest in what was inside Casey Jones pants, which made her set of twins nearly spill out from between her open top with the way her arms squeezed them together. As contained within his grey sweat pants was a honker that made its presence quite known, extending down longer than the drawstrings that swayed untied.
"Mr. Jones, now that you have me in your clutches, would you like to show the folks at home what you have in store for delinquents of the fairer sex?" Her head rocked back and forth as she talked up at him, while he did nothing but smoulder at her from behind that mask. She pulled on the inner thighs of the sweat pants, a giddiness in her that she hadn't felt in years, like when she did her first exposé on overpriced gas station food: 'Salty snack, or secret killer?', as this was more than just her first time getting on TV, but it'd be the closest thing to unmasking him on live television - but it was also something she just wanted to see in all its glory, audiences be darned.
Like a snake in a can, it sprung out at her just as violently as when he attacked those thugs. It sat underneath her nose, the soft glans wafting a smell into her nose that hit her like a sack of bricks. It was definitely Casey's trademark of direct bluntness. The side of her teeth and gums bared, stinking like a gymrat. Casey prodded toward her face without warning. April's right eye shut on reflex as the sticky head kissed her cheek from the inside of his sheathe of skin. She shrugged. "So you're not exactly casanova - but hey, I can deal." Directing it with her hand around the shaft, her pinky raised as she ran the wrinkly feeling skin back and forth, exposing his large cockhead, as it lead into the massive bridge of flesh which reminded her of her thermos she used on really long shoots in winter, the heftiness of which felt hard to wield in her dainty wrist. Her mouth didn't water, but her eyes grew wider as she anticipated it's taste, his stink becoming pheromones, rotting her brain. Licking her glossy lips, she parted them, ready for the tonsil scraping. Leaving grazing stains, her pink tongue curled up to press against the reddened tip, before lapping at it furiously like a kitten, her large kissable lips enrapturing the head, her tongue going from his helmet to his frenulum in one swirl wrap around.
'Why couldn't it be me on my knees for this homicidal guy in the hockey mask?' Irma watched April with envy -- the way she was able to talk to guys so effortlessly and get exactly what she wanted. "Irma, you've got to see this!" That enthusiasm from April made Irma's already thumping heart jump inside her chest.
*SMACK* *POP* "Mmmmmm~" April growled over the prick, his cock pressed firmly in her cheek, making the side of her face expand out with every hump. April's hungriness was clear, as she was indeed starving for something like this in her life -- but her hunger inspired him too, as he started pushing past her limits, leaving her with a large gaping maw. The cock made her gurgle, causing her to spit onto the underside of his sliding shaft, prepping herself to slide underneath it. Despite how the cock made her wince, April looked up to Casey with appreciation. She couldn't help herself from letting her mammaries completely spill out. April's areolas were large pink and circular, with eraser nub sized points. She winked up to him, as she started kneading them upwards, before giving them a clattering swing into eachother, looking like a naughty playmate, the skin jiggling. April's knees hurt in the skintight suit with even the slightest gesture, the unforgiving surface beneath her with no give, much like Casey, as his stiff log had no remorse either.
"What about you?" His fingergun point was like he had a real one trained on her, which lit up Irma's spine into goosebump city.
Her hands waved about trying to explain herself. "Oh me? Nothing. Nothing at all." Irma then lifted the camera back up onto her shoulder, her camera work atrocious in that moment.
April's mouth came off his erection for a moment with a loud *POP*, as her dainty hand took the hefty shlong in her right hand, jerking him. April looked over her shoulder to Irma. "Actually, she caused thousands -- maybe even millions, in property damage, when she was turned into a giant. She's even worse than me!"
"Oh yeah. I thought you looked familiar." Casey Jones brought his finger down to the street April was kneeling on. "Get over here."
Irma formed the typical girlish fists: Halfway balled because their nails were too long. 'Thanks a lot, April!' She wasn't ready for this. She had never seen a guy naked before that wasn't in a magazine, let alone watched a girl suck off a guy!
Irma approached, feeling like she was witnessing a murder as she heard choking noises from April. Irma tried to be peer over April's shoulder, only to be caught off guard. "You need to be punished." He stroked the back of April's head, before applying a hold of her skull, forcing her down further on his dick. He then snatched onto the standing Irma in the same way. "The both of ya."
Irma, lowering herself under his grasp, fumbled the camera as soon as she saw it up close. Seeing the uncircumcised penis made Irma squirm. "Oh no. I can't." The camera lost focus on the greasy looking prick - the square picture tripping all over itself as the bulky SONY betacam did on her shoulder. *SLRP* *SLLRP* As she tried to enjoy sucking off the vigilante, her eyebrows narrowed. *POP* "Guh - ah - ah. Keep filming, Irma!" She stroked Casey with a tighter and firmer fist, the adrenaline getting to her, as the weight of his cock didn't bother her at all, a smearing of spit escaping the corner of her mouth.
"Oh geeze, sorry!" Her bookwormish nasal stammered. Irma again fixed up the angle, filming the serious non-pornographic news as best she could, as the 4:3 image focused on April rapidly sucking on the masked man's knob, April's delicate neck cranking to meet his demands. It sounded like when she and April would go to the gym and April would really get into it, getting more and more out of breath as the day went on, meanwhile she was getting hot and heavy in her own way -- staring at the bodybuilders. Gosh, Irma felt self-conscious sitting next to April. Not only was she more attractive, but she was a real natural at this blowing thing! Irma watched with a gape as April deepthroated the thing with no issue. Irma nearly had to cover her face, as April met his pubes face to face, her chin against his balls, as her face swam against the current of his flute, her eyes meeting his chiseled stomach, before gazing up to him like they were in love.
Slurping herself off Casey, April nudged her. "Come on Irma. It's the 80's! Live a little." A part of her was actually interested, but she still acted like she shied away from it regardless -- I mean, her mom could be watching! Still, Irma being as guy crazy as she was, eventually settled on her knees. Irma felt thankful for wearing her extremely long dress skirt today, as putting them on raw street pavement would have been too much for her. Her skin was too sensitive for something like that. That'd like real work compared to what she did! "Here. Give it a shot. It won't bite." Irma was still standoffish staring into it's red cyclops eye.
Her knuckles rattled, as she attempted to reach out, her sweater's cuff rolling up, revealing her skinny and pale forearm. Sloppy with April's spit, the musky smelling and slimy thing actually kind of grossed Irma out. Was this really gonna be her first time? Stabbing her out her tongue, she looked away as if she were getting a needle - but the sourness was too much. She needed ice cream to help her down pills, how could she handle this? Irma had thrown in the white flag. "No I'm sorry I-OOPMH"
April had leaned back, taking a two palmed approached on the back of Irma's head, with one on the back of her neck and one on her scalp, as she forced her forward, looking to Casey as if sarcastically apologizing for her friend's inexperience with a raised eyebrow. "Apologies Mr. Jones, but she really does like trying new things -- isn't that right, Irma?"
Irma sputtered and spat. "GLUK GLUK GLUK GLRK - CHRK" Irma's limp wristed hands fell at her sides like a puppy wanting a treat, as it felt like she had no say in this at all, and fighting back would just make things worse for her. As Irma struggled, the camera focused on April as she took greater and greater interest in stuffing her friend's face with a salami, her smirk growing. Irma coughed, gagging at the sensation of him ramming against the back of her throat, as she met face first with his hairy dark weeds that reminded her of a spider's nest made her skin crawl. She looked up to Casey with a begging and pleading expression, expecting mercy from him, but finding none. Her glasses fogged up, both from his bodyheat and the tears in her eyes.
Pounding - that's all Irma felt, as he jackhammered himself into her cavity. April's hands were completely unnecessary now, as she admired her work. Irma's eyes rolled into the back of her head, as she would gulp him down and her throat would expand. She was then cast off. Irma sharply inhaled, happy for the oxygen returning to her brain. Irma swiped the bottom of her lip with the back of her wrist feeling like she just got rejected, which felt like business as usual for Irma. Casey took hold of his meatstick like it were any of his weapons. "They say justice is blind, but let's see how true that really is." Irma looked like she was on a firing line, while April made jerking motions towards the inside of her mouth, anticipating what was to come.
Casey splattered the square frames on Irma's mauve colored glasses. She freaked not being able to see, but she tried to reassure herself that guys liked doing this sort of thing, so she held herself in place, her clawed hands below her eyes, as her streaking glasses ran with the stuff before dripping off in flecks and onto her face as she mentally screamed, feeling that frothy stew go from boiling to lukewarm and dry on her features, the smell noxious to Irma; her lips pursing to prevent any possible entry, leaving her looking like she shot milk out her nostrils.
Casey attempted to turn his hose on April, but she was already trying to invade Irma's space. She held her microphone at the side of her face like she were exchanging one lollipop for another, a look of satisfaction painted on as much as Casey's cum was, as she took to it like she were undergoing a spa treatment with resting eyes shut. Her small nose twitched, the area ticklish, as the fluid marked its territory. Her tongue slowly worked a dollop of his salty discharge in a spiral, smearing her pink lips as she hummed to herself before giving out a playful wet kiss. "Mmmmmoi..." A huge glob of cum slipped onto the ball of the mic without April's notice, but that glob soon slipped and spilled, landing in between her cleavage. April felt every nasty dragging bit of it as it oozed further and further down, disappearing into her tear shaped belly button.
She was in heaven.
Then April got serious. "Irma, set us up for the closing shot!" She gave a snap of her fingers, as Irma had just finished running her fingers like windshield wipers across her glasses. Picking up the camera, Irma tugged on her turtleneck, feeling a collection of sweat and jizm running in disgusting tandem together and forming pockets where they shouldn't. April gave herself a once over, making sure her shoulders were thrown back to give herself a younger appearance, her chest looking slightly less saggy than before, and thanks to Casey's cum, they had a nice glaze to them that would look great on camera.
April sat on her haunches, the almost latex sheen reflecting the streetlights that were outside the alley, her legs spread, revealing that smooth yet cameltoed point between her legs, posing with Casey's python slung over her shoulder. April re-enacted the special report she did at the zoo where she had a snake in the same position, only this time, it felt a lot more dangerous to do. "This has been April O'Neil for Channel 6 News with my special report: Casey Jones, living fact or urban fiction?" Her seductive tone completely faded, as she reverted to her training, her newsly enunciation proudly coming out, and the fact that she had just sucked a cock on a live news report unflapping her presentation. Starry eyed, she turned to the pink headed monstrosity, rollicking her fingers underneath the head like it were a newborn in need of a 'coochie coochie coo' under its chin, before catching a strand of semen on her ring finger. April then tilted in a slicing angle towards the camera, a single eye winking. "Don't wait up for me, boys." An impish undertone in her smile.
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