The Wicker Prick

Starring Sophie Howard as Sergeant Howard

Note – the age of consent in the UK is 16

Chapter Four – Sergeant Howard and Jacob

The policewoman did not leave the grounds, she wandered past the maypole where the boys were now sitting on the grass drinking water and resting.  She could hear them whisper to each other.

“Look at the size of her fucking tits.”

“Like two zeppelins coming into land.”

“WPC Pumpkin Tits.”

“That officer’s smuggling two melons in her shirt.”

Even though she found the boy’s comments on her breast uncomfortable she also felt a tingle in her pussy as they were talking about her.  She found herself at the stables, where she couldn’t find any horses.  Just Jacob laying on the hay, his cock pressing against his shorts.

“You looking for Timmy?” the little big black boy asked.

“Yes.” Sergeant Howard stood over him.

“I know things about that little boy and the islanders.”

“Do you?” she took out her notepad, “what do you know?”

“I can’t tell you,” he lay back, putting his hands behind his head, “I’d get into trouble.”

“With who?  Lady Cumerisle?  The innkeeper?”

“I can’t say.”

Sergeant Howard, shifted on her feet, her eyes darting onto his trapped prick.

“Does it hurt?” she suddenly said, kneel down in front of him, “is it painful?”

“What? My cock?”

“Yes,” she breathed heavily, “your cock.”

“Do you want to see it sergeant?”

She made a little whimpering sound then, “Yes, God yes.”

Her hand moved to his crutch, he smiled as she lay her palm on his coiled cock pipe, feeling it throbbing against the fabric.

“Hold on,” Jacob said jumping up.

He stood in front of Sergeant Howard, her face level with his confined prick.  It was inches away from her pouting red lips. She looked up at him through the brim of her police hat, then she leant forward and kissed his cock.  Red lipstick was left on his white shorts.

Suddenly the mature policewoman grabbed his buttocks and buried her face against his cock, rubbing her cheeks on it and kissing the big dick she felt pumping against her face.

Jacob grinned as he felt her mouth suck and her tongue lick his cock meat through his shorts.

“I want this…” she mumbled, “I need your boy cock…” she groaned….then she suddenly pulled back, “how old are you?”

He looked down at her flushed face looking up at him, “Old enough.”

“How old?” she was pleading with him and he was loving it.

“You want to know how old…” he reached into his shorts pulling out his thick veiny black cock, letting it slap her in the face as he rested the cock on the waistband his balls still in his shorts.

The massive black prick shook and wobbled in front of her mouth, her mouth opened, her tongue reached out licking the tip, “How old is this?”

“How old do you want it to be police lady?”

He shook his body from side to side slapping his cock hard around the police sergeant’s face, “You gonna suck this or what? Shall I put it away?”

He took his cock in his hand, aiming it at her mouth, “Open those fucking lips copper, I wanna feel a police mouth sucking my big black dick!”

“How old are you!”

“Sixteen!”

“Oh thank God!” she cried, opening her mouth taking the cock between her lips and sucking as hard as she could.

Jacob pushed his cock against the policewoman’s cheek so it bulged out, he slapped the side of her face, feeling a wave of pain a pleasure shoot through his erect prick.  He pushed against her cheek until PLOP! His cock popped out of her mouth.  Sergeant Howard grabbed the thick cock pipe, pushing it back in her mouth and against her other cheek.  The boy slapped her face with her cheek distorted by his huge cockhead pressing against it.  Again POP! It came out of her mouth.

“Do you want to know about Timmy Henshaw?” Jacob gasped as the mature policewoman’s mouth fucked on and off of his hard teenage cock.

Sergeant Howard stopped fucking his cock with her mouth, let it fall from her lips and said, “What do you know?”

“I can’t tell you much,” Jacob took his cock in his hand and slapped it against her police hat, right on the police badge in the centre, “but you have to do one thing for me and I’ll tell you all I know.”

Sergeant Howard looked up at him, taking his cock in both hands she massaged the spongy mushroom head while wanking off the shaft, “What do you want me to do?”

“Suck my arsehole.”

She went red, “What?”

“Stick your tongue up my arsehole.”

“I’ve never…”

The boy pulled away from her, turning he aimed his flawless black buttocks at the kneeling policewoman, he reached his hands around and parted his bum cheeks.

He looked over his shoulder, down at her, “Stick your tongue in.”

Sergeant Howard swallowed, thinking about what she was going to do, she needed the information, but she was also horny as hell and wanted to feel the boy’s young black cock in her mouth again.  It wouldn’t be so bad.  She leant forward, she could see his arsehole staring at her.  Her pink tongue snake out of her thick red lips, as she moved closer, her face pressing against his brown buttocks, she licked his arse, her tongue flicking against it.  She kissed it, sucking at it and then pushed her tongue into it.  The boy reached around with both hands pushing her face between his young buttocks, her hands instinctively came up through his legs taking hold of his pulsating throbbing cock.  Her tongue was right up inside Jacob’s black arsehole, he grinded himself against her face, feeling the police sergeant’s tongue going deeper and wiggling inside him.

“That’s it!” he yelled.

Sergeant Howard started stabbing her tongue in and out of the boy’s anus, making him buckle and groan as her hands rubbed up and down the shaft of his ever growing cock.

Jacob started to cum as he held her head sandwiched between his bum cheeks.  His spunk shot out into the hay in the barn, drenching her hands which massaged and groped the cockhead head while the thick white sauce spewed from it.

After a while Sergeant Howard unplugged her mouth from the black teenage boy’s arsehole, she sat back on the floor, rubbing her cum stained hands in the straw.

Jacob turned to her, his cock limp but long between his legs, “I think Timmy has been kidnapped.”

“Kidnapped?”

“Some if the islanders think the bees have stopped producing honey because Phallus isn’t pleased.  So they need to sacrifice someone to appease the god.”

Sergeant Howard smiled, “I doubt that Jacob.  This is the 20th century.”

“There are still people who believe it.  You sacrifice the most blessed and believe me Timmy was the most blessed.”

The policewoman looked at the boy’s cock, “I find that hard to believe.”

“Trust me,” Jacob lifted his prick waving it at her, “this is nothing compared to what little Timmy Henshaw has between his legs. They say even Lady Cumerisle would have trouble swallowing it.  They even say if Belladonna was to come back from the past she would gag on it.”

Sergeant Howard stood up, “So where would they keep him?”

“I don’t know.”

“And who would they be?”

“Mostly the bee keepers on the south side of the island.  They are religious nutters if you ask me.”

Jacob lay on the hay, his young cock getting erect again.

“Any names?”

“You can ask for Toby, he knows what the bee keepers get up to.  He swims down in the cove in the afternoons,” Jacob started massaging his cock, “How about you come over here and sit on this Sergeant?”

The policewoman looked at the thick hard black prick, sweaty, cum stained, fully erect waiting for her pussy to slide up and down on it.

She wanted it so much, to feel what a young hard throbbing cock would feel like slipping between her pussy lips.

“No,” she hurried out of the barn, “no thank you.”

Jacob sat up smiling as she left.