The Wicker Prick

Starring Sophie Howard as Sergeant Howard

Note – the age of consent in the UK is 16

Chapter One – Arrival

1973

Sergeant Howard’s ample breasts strained against the confines of her police tunic.  The silver buttons stood out and if you looked carefully you could see her erect nipples protruding under her uniform as the cold Scottish wind blew against her in the small rowing boat.  She was slowly rowing towards Cummerisle from the water plane which had just landed.  On the quay side she could she some of the locals watching her as she approached.

As she pulled the boat around she climbed up the stone steps to tie the boat off.  The police sergeant’s black dress rode up her thighs giving the local men a good view of her black stockings and suspenders.  She straightened herself, adjusting her starched cloth hat, with black brim, white top with a chequered band around the middle and the police embalm in the centre of the band.  She turned to one of the old men on the quay.

“Hello, I am Sergeant Howard from the main land, I’m here because a young boy has been reported missing.”

“Don’t know nothing about that miss.” The old man sucked on his pipe.

Sergeant Howard smiled and walked towards the shops in the seaside village.

“Don’t get many of them to the pound.” She heard one of the old men say.

“I think the sergeant’s hidden to police helmets under there.”

She ignored them as they laughed.

She checked the picture of young Timmy who she had been sent to look for.  A letter had arrived at the mainland police headquarters and she had been dispatched to find the boy.

Her first port of call was the local inn to make sure she had a room for the night.  As she walked in she noticed there was a band playing in the corner and some locals drinking and chatting around the bar.  Sergeant Howard’s jutting boobs came through the door seconds before she did making one of the locals almost gag on his drink.  Others looked as the busty police sergeant holding a small overnight bag walked up to the bar, her massive tits stretching the uniform to its limits.

The innkeeper looked over, “Can I help?”

Sergeant Howard took her police hat off, showing the men her thick short brown hair, “Yes, Sergeant Howard I should have a room booked.”

“Ah yes,” the innkeeper called out to the back room, “Tommy!  The copper is here!”

The band started singing about the Innkeeper’s son as Tommy walked into the room.  He was about sixteen, young and smiling.  He had short blonde hair and reminded Sergeant Howard a little of the picture of Timmy.

“Have you heard of Timmy Henshaw?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Tommy took a key from the bar, “he’s gone missing.”

“That’s why I’m here,” Sergeant Howard smiled.

Tommy lifted her bag, his head inches from the twin torpedoes trapped in Sergeant Howard’s police uniform.  She put her hat back on as he said, “Follow me.”

As Sergeant Howard followed the young boy up the stairs she heard some of the lyrics of the song.

The innkeeper’s son is hung like a horse

A cock to choke the maidens

The innkeeper’s son is a good boy of course

It’s his prick that leads him astray

At the top of the stairs Tommy turned to face Sergeant Howard as she walked up, she was face to face with a bulge in the boy’s trousers.  With the steep stairs her face was very close to it.

Tommy looked down, “Oh you like my prick Sergeant Howard?”

“No,” she blushed, “no I do not.”

The policewoman pushed passed him trying not to look down at the thick cock snake between the little boy’s legs.

“It’s a blessing,” he said cheerfully.

“A what?” she turned to look at him.

“Phallus has blessed me with this,” he gestured to his crutch.

“Well,” sighed the police sergeant, “where is my room?”

Tommy unlocked a door, “Here it is sergeant.”

He pushed to door and she went inside the small bedroom.  A single bed, near a window with an en suite bathroom and a small bedside table.  The lamp next to the bed was shaped like a big thick cock. 

“My room is just next door,” Tommy said, “if you need anything.”

“I would like to ask you about Timmy Henshaw Tommy,” Sergeant Howard sat on the bed and was surprised you innkeeper’s hot little son sat next to her.

“What would you like to know sergeant?”

“When did you last see Timmy Henshaw…”

Suddenly Tommy took her hand, placing it on his cock bulge, “Feel that?  Can you feel it throbbing Sergeant Howard, pulsating…growing…”

The police sergeant swallowed, took a deep breath and tried to move her hand away but Tommy held it there, “Timmy is blessed as well.  My cock is nearly as big a Timmy’s but he is twice blessed.”

“Tommy, you are only a young boy and I am….”

“Do you want to see it Sergeant Howard?”

“No, no I don’t.”

“I think you do, your nipples are getting erect.  I can see them poking out of your uniform.”

“Tommy please let go of my hand!”

“Grip the shaft Sergeant Howard, you really want to.”

For a moment she wrapped her hand around the shaft feeling the blood surging through the young hard cock.  She felt her pussy tingle, she was still a virgin, saving herself for that special someone, but she was thirty now and his cock felt so good and hard and….

“No!” she pulled her hand away, “please leave Tommy.”

Tommy stood up, his cock bulging even more in his trousers, he stood so her face was level with his young prick, “You want cock Sergeant Howard.  And before the night is through you will have cock.”

“Get out!”

The little innkeeper’s son walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.  For a moment she sat there, then she lay back on the bed, pulled her police issue skirt up, pulled her knickers aside, her fingers probing her pussy lips of her shaven cunt.  She rubbed her clitoris thinking about how the innkeeper’s son’s cock in her hand.  Biting her bottom lip she rubbed it hard, opening her cuntlips and groaning as she did this.

Cock, was in her head, the thought of the young boy’s thick hard cock.  She’d never held a cock before, she always wanted to save herself for marriage but the Tommy’s prick invaded her mind just the same as the cocks of the local boys in the town she policed.  Young, hard, cock.  She wanted it. 

Her thighs arched upwards, pushing her fingers into her cunt as she came.

Tommy grinned watching Sergeant Howard through the key hole.