Part 1

Wednesday night duty was, as always boring. Nothing much happened on a Wednesday in the town, the clubs didn’t open, the pubs were sparse of customers and the local Leisure Park only had cinemagoers hanging around. What made it even worse was this was a village and nothing happened on the best of nights let alone a Wednesday.

Policewoman Sergeant Smillie sat at the desk stirring her coffee trying not to think back to her nasty experiences in a gent’s toilet in the middle of London. She’d been trapped with the black janitor and his friends for two days. Two days of forced fucking, sucking, beatings and towards the end the men used her, literally, as a toilet. The taste of piss and shit seemed to linger in her mouth, so she gulped some more of the hot drink young PC Jenkins had given to her before he left for home.

After the incident and the trail she was promoted to sergeant and hidden away in a small Norfolk village in the middle of nowhere. Her only other companion was a young county cop nice lad but a bit dim. She wanted to leave all her experiences behind her, she didn’t want the village to find out she was WPC X from the newspapers. Rumours went around at the time that she enjoyed the abuse and was a willing partner. Nothing was further from the truth. She also knew that out there, somewhere was a video of the first night of torture.

The door to the station opened. She looked up to see a young lad in a duffel coat walk in from the dark November night. His hood was up and his face reddened as it felt the heat of the station. He was a podgy lad, about sixteen she guessed. He pulled down his hood and walked up to the counter. His scraggy brown hair stood up in places and he looked at the policewoman who was wearing a white crisp blouse with cravat and epaulets. The sergeant’s large breast made the blouse material taunt around her chest. She had short brown hair with highlights and what his friends would call “blow job lips” and a wide smiling mouth.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he shift uneasily unable to take his eyes off her large swelling boobs, “it’s me bike. It’s been nicked.”

The sergeant lifted a pen, “You’re bikes been stolen?”

“Yeah…yes,” he moved his eyes away from her breasts up to her face, “I left it outside the post office and….”

“When was this?” she interrupted.

“A couple of hours ago, six.”

“Are you sure you left it there? Sure you didn’t leave it somewhere else.”

“Positive,” his eyes wandered back down to her tits.

“Okay,” Sergeant Smillie sighed, “description?”

He nearly said big pink and hard but managed to reply, “It’s red. Mountain bike. I can’t remember how many gears, I can get the details.”

“That would help.”

The boy looked back at her face. There was something familiar about it. He couldn’t place but she reminded him of someone.

“You’re name?” the sergeant broke through his thoughts.

“Ricky Kilburn.”

“Address?”

“6 The Wildwood Cottages, Riverdale Lane.”

The policewoman jotted the address down, “Well, Ricky I suggest you get those details and come back to me.”

“And you’re name?” he asked.

“Sergeant Smillie.”

Ricky ran all the way home trying desperately to keep the image of Sergeant Smillie’s tits and face in his mind. He got home just as it started to rain. Yelled hello’s to his parents and disappeared up into his room.

The sixteen-year old boy had always had a thing about policewomen and now in his own village was a big busty copper. He knew he knew her from somewhere so he started going through his newspaper clippings of WPC’s he kept in a folder under his bed. No sign of the chesty sergeant. He wanted to have a wank thinking about tit fucking Sergeant Smillie but it bugged him, he had to find out who she was, or at least who she looked like.

His video collection was next. WPC videos were hard to get hold off. Most of his tapes were clips from Benny Hill or other comedy shows. Going under his bed he pulled out a box with a lock on it. Once unlocked he pulled out three unmarked videotapes while words written to the white covers. “WPC Gang Bang – Deep Throat 10” was jotted on one. He knew it wasn’t her she was a younger copper. “Inspector Throat Fuck” this was an Inspector, not her. The final one was one he didn’t watch much “Toilet Cop” was jotted on the cover. His friend from school had got him the videos from a mate in London, they’d cost him £30 each but they were worth it. The final video was rarely watched because he wasn’t too much into violent s and m action and this was very violent.

Turning his television to mute he put the video in and switched it on. On screen a rough fourth or fifth generation copy started up, grainy but he could clearly see a WPC helmet, a woman’s face and two long black cocks slapping her cheeks, nose and eyes as she winced in pain.

Ricky watched as the cocks were forced into her mouth and recognised Sergeant Smillie’s sweaty pain filled face.

Maybe he could get that tit fuck after all.

Part 2

She’d received the tape in a plain package left at the station desk. There was no name, just a note telling her what to do if she didn’t want copies distributed around the whole village. She watched the tape briefly, realising what it was she read the note :-

“Go to the bus shelter at 10 pm Sunday night. In uniform.”

Sergeant Smillie decided to keep the information and the tape to herself. She knew the shelter well, a haunt for youngsters on a Saturday night but on Sunday’s it was deserted. There was only three buses a day through the village, last one at 8pm.

In her uniform Sergeant Smillie walked towards the shelter just after ten. Sitting on the bench under the cover of the shabby wooden shelter was a boy. She recognised him almost immediately.

“You!” she half yelled.

“Me?” Ricky grinned snuggling up in his duffle coat against the cold night, “sit down sergeant.”

The policewoman sat next to the boy in the cramped shelter, “Where did you get that tape!” she was angry and didn’t try to hide it.

“Oh that. Some mate. What I gave you was my copy. They really fucked you up didn’t they?”

He saw her blush, realising for the first time that the young boy had watched her being fucked in every hole, tortured and finally pissed on by the janitor.

She became a little more subdued, “What do you want?”

Ricky leant forward, his face right next to hers, his forehead touching the brim of her police helmet, “This will do for a start,” he said as he started unbuttoning her tunic.

She let him undo her jacket and put his hands on her blouse, touching her breasts. He squeezed them gently at first, and then gripped them on the nipples making her grit her teeth.

“Sarge, you’ve got tits made for fucking do you know that?” he said feeling his hard on press against his trousers, “unzip my trousers and take out my cock.”

“You’ll never get away with this,” she looked right into his eyes.

Suddenly he brought his hands up, gripping the back of her neck and touching her soft brown hair, he pulled her forward and snaked his tongue into her mouth. She struggled as the boy French kissed the police sergeant rubbing her neck and hair bringing her forward so her large soft breasts pressed against his chest.

Ricky pulled his mouth away, “Now,” he whispered, “ get my cock out.”

Sergeant Smillie’s gloved hands reached down to the boy’s crutch just as they both heard a dog bark. They looked up to see Old Jenkins from the village standing looking at them with his dog barking at the two figures in the shelter.

“Whose there?” he asked staring into the darkness of the shelter.

“It’s me Mr Jenkins,” the police officer said her gloved hands being pressed against Ricky’s crutch.

“Oh, hello Sergeant, cold night.”

“Yes,” she breathed hoping his eyes wouldn’t get adjusted to the dark as Ricky rubbed his hard cock with her hands.

“What you doing?”

Sergeant Smillie was bright red as her gloved fingers found the zip and started tugging it down. The boy’s hard prick sprang up covered by his white pants.

“Waiting for someone,” the gloved hand gripped the hot prick, which pulsated in her palm.

Ricky was biting his bottom lip. The older uniformed woman’s hand started tugging on his cloth covered cock as the old man said; “I’ll leave you to it sergeant.”

Jenkins walked into the night saying, “Don’t get any spunk on your uniform.”

Ricky pushed her head towards his cock, loving the sight of the police helmet moving down to his growing pumping prick, “Look at it,” he shivered, “get it out and look at it.”

The gloved hands pulled the pants down and the boys hard pink prick popped out to face the sergeant. The prick head was less than an inch from her lips. Ricky rubbed his cock on her face; it felt great, the cold air around his hot cock and the feel of her sink against his sensitive prick head.

“Wank me off,” he ordered, “wank my cock.”

He pulled her head up as she gripped his cock with one hand and started tossing his off. Her gloved hands going all the way up and down his pink shaft, down to the root then up to the knob head, which she held in her palm, jerking it slightly then continued wanking Ricky’s cock.

Ricky was busy kissing her while she wanked him and his hands tugged and gripped her big tits.

She pumped faster on his prick as he groaned, “Take off your cravat!”

With her other hand she removed her chequered cravat while her other hand wanked harder on his growing six inch prick.

“Faster!” he squealed as he felt himself about to cum.

Sergeant Smillie squeezed the prick harder giving him the best hand shady he had ever had in his young life. She looked at his face, then back at his young hard cock.

“Catch the cum on the cravat,” he gasped as he felt as if his prick was about to exploded.

The chequered cravat was about to be placed in the pumping cock head when the first blast of spunk shot up taking Sergeant Smillie by surprise as catching her right in the face, a string of cum trailing from her helmet badge, down over her left eye, across her nose, mouth and chin. She kept pumping as the second wave blasted out, this time on to the cravat covering the chequered material in hot sticky spunk. Sergeant Smillie carried on wanking the boy’s prick as hard as she could until he stopped her being all out of spunk.

He looked at the police officers spunk stained face, “Lick your lips.”

She did tasting his thick hot cum. Ricky took the cum covered cravat, then took her helmet off. He rubbed the cum inside her helmet so that there was a sticky layer inside. The remaining cum he rubbed on her tits then he put the helmet back on her head pushing it down hard and swivelling it around making the cum stick in her hair.

He gave her another French kiss, not bothered, to his surprise by his own spunk on her lips and in her mouth. As he did this he did up her tunic and pushed her tits together through her uniform.

“Tomorrow night I want to you come to my house. Tell my mum and dad it’s about the bike and come into my room. Where your long black coat, no tunic. Wear your blouse, a black bra, and no skirt. Black knickers and those stockings that don’t need suspenders with the elasticised tops, a frilly lace black tops.”

Sergeant Smillie didn’t answer, she got up and walked into the night, but Ricky knew he would see her tomorrow.

Part 3

Monday. Ricky rushed home from school, the thought of Sergeant Smillie’s spunk stained face firmly in his mind. He couldn’t concentrate; he couldn’t believe it was happening. Once home he went straight to his room, tidied up as best he could, finished his homework in seconds flat and waited. He had no idea what time she would arrive; he’d forgotten to specify a time.

Every time the doorbell rang, his heart jumped. First time was his mate Colin, who he did his best to get rid of him. The second time it was a friend of his mum’s. The third time he heard his mother’s voice, “Ricky! It’s for you! It’s the police!”

Ricky stood at the top of the stairs and looked down at Sergeant Smillie in a long black police coat. She still wore her helmet and he could see by her feet she was wearing black stockings.

“It’s okay Mrs Kilburn,” the policewoman said looking up at the boy, “it’s about his bike. I need to get a few details. I’ll just pop up and see him.”

“Can I take your hat and coat?” Ricky’s mum offered.

“No,” she held her coat close to her chest, “it’ll be fine.”

“Do you want a cup of tea?”

Sergeant Smillie started climbing the stairs, “No thank you.”

Ricky watched her coming up the stairs and his cock began to twitch. He knew she was wearing what he asked, he could tell. She looked at him as she came closer and he showed her into his room.

The Sergeant looked around the small room. His TV and video were on a cabinet, which was facing his single bed. He had shelves all around the room coated in books, which surprised her a little. She guessed the prono mag collection was under the bed. A wardrobe was closed near the window, which looked out towards the police station. The room was lit by a single lamp by the bed.

“Take your coat off,” Ricky said jumping on to the bed.

The mature woman removed her coat. She wore her police helmet, white sleeveless shirt with cravat and epaulets. She had no skirt as requested and the stockings were perfect. The lacy elastic tops stopped just were her buttocks started.

“Turn around,” he started taking his school clothes off.

The policewoman turned to face the door showing the boy her full arse with well formed buttocks under the black almost see through panties. As she turned back to his she saw he was almost naked, just pulling off his pants over his already erect cock.

“Your parents are downstairs,” she whispered looking at his wobbling cock.

“Come over here,” he lay on the bed, opened his legs and said, “rub your tits on my cock.”

Reluctantly the police officer went over to the bed, knelt down and pressed her uniform covered chest against the boys erect cock. He shivered as he watched and felt the white cloth touch his naked hard prick. He pushed her tits together so that her large uniformed boobs wrapped around his young penis.

“Move up and down,” he whispered.

Sergeant Smillie rubbed her tits against his cock through her uniform. He started buffeting against her boobs and pressing them harder together, making her tit fuck him.

“Faster,” he breathed feeling her warm flesh through the blouse, “sergeant toss me off with your big fat tits.”

She leant harder on his cock, squashing her breasts harder on his pumping cock. He could see his prick head popping in and out of the white cloth cleavage. The policewoman looked up at him, her face stern and full of concentration as she gave the schoolboy his first tit wank.

He jerked and shook his cock wrapped around her boobs using them as a tight cunt. The Sergeant was hunched up on the bend, sliding her body up and down his crutch.

Ricky felt as if his cock was growing even more, it felt as if his cock was going to explode. He was going to cum and the copper was fucking harder and faster on his prick when….

“Ricky!” His mother was right outside the door!

Sergeant Smillie pulled her tits off his cock, but he grabbed her shoulders forcing her tits back around his twitch pulsating member.

“What mum?” he half said half yelped as her felt the uniformed tits rubbing him again.

“Is the sergeant sure she doesn’t want a cup of tea?”

“I’ll,” he looked at the tit fucker hunched between his legs, “ask her.”

Ricky pulled himself out from under the police officer’s tits, he spoke as he positioned her on to her back, “Do you want tea Sergeant Smillie?”

“Erm….” She was a little confused and very embarrassed. Any minute the boy’s mother could come in seeing her tit fucking her young son.

“You can have tea of you want,” he said straddling her chest, his knees either side of her body, his erect cock balancing on one of her uniformed tits.

“No thank you,” she gasped as he pulled her tits open and placed his prick between the large white mountains. Her uniformed was stained with his precum. He pressed her tits together around his hot cock meat and started fucking away.

“She said no thanks mum!” Ricky called out.

“Okay.” Said his mum and they heard her walk downstairs.

“Right,” Ricky said tit fucking the police sergeant, “open your mouth and stick your tongue out. Every time my cock comes towards your mouth lick it!”

He pushed up further so that her tits were almost squashed against her chin. She looked at his prick head as it shoved in and out of her boobs. Her tongue came out and licked at it.

“Yes,” Ricky almost came as he felt her tongue rub against his sensitive knob head, “that’s it.”

The sight of her head with her police helmet, her open went mouth and pink tongue licking at his prick while he fucked her huge breasts made him cum suddenly and without warning.

The first stream of spunk caught her right in the mouth, coating her tongue and disappearing into her wet open hole. As he fucked back he smeared her white blouse, then he fucked forward another blast of cum shot all over her face.

Ricky carried on with the copper’s tit fuck until he felt his erection dwindle. He was disappointed, he wanted it to go on for longer, he had other ideas but with all the excitement he had cum too soon.

Ricky rolled off her. Her uniform was coated in his hot sticky juice. She sat up and looked at the cum covering her tits.

“You dirty fucker,” she said looking at the mess.

Ricky grabbed her head and forced her over his knees. She struggled but he held her hard, pulling her until he could look down at her lovely well formed arse, complimented by the black knickers and lacy stocking tops.

“Well officer, I’m a dirty fucker am I?” He slapped her buttocks hard.

“Yes,” her police helmet touched the floor as she felt him spank her.

“Say,” SMACK “you” SMACK “are” SMACK “sorry!”

“No.” she said felling her buttocks heat up under his palm.

“Wrong!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Answer!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Owww,” she couldn’t believe it was actually hurting.

The female police sergeant as being spanked by a 16-year-old schoolboy. He didn’t let up, after about three minutes of hard spanks on her buttocks; he turned his attention to her thighs, just above the stocking tops. Ricky thought he may never get a chance again, she may not put up with it again, and he had to make the most of it.

SPLAT! His palm whacked down on her thigh leaving a red-blotched handprint.

“Okay, okay,” she breathed, “I’m sorry!”

Ricky grinned smacking her thighs a few more times before he let her get up.

He waited until she was back in her long coat when he told her the next part of their sexual adventure.

“Wednesday,” he smiled, “come to the school. Same uniform. Make it the afternoon. I’ll be on the playing fields. Tell the teacher you need to talk to me. We can go in the pavilion.”

Once again Sergeant Smillie said nothing. He kissed her on the lips before she went after helping her wipe the cum off her face with a tissue. She left his bedroom and somehow he knew he would see her again in two days time.

Part 4

It was raining Wednesday but still they were marched out on to the playing fields to fight each other in a farcical version of the game rugby. While Ricky played as number eight he couldn’t rid of the aching erection brought on my anticipation of Sergeant Smillie’s arrival. Maybe she wouldn’t show. Maybe this was all in vain and he was never going to have his policewoman tool to play with again.

Watching the rugby players from a distance Sergeant Smillie sat in her car. She wasn’t sure why she put up with this. He’d left her a note at the station the night before telling her to wear a purple wonda bra under her crisp white blouse. The bra pushed her tits up making them look enormous and it was a little tight, she wasn’t used to her boobs being so restricted. Her fat knockers stuck out like twin torpedoes, stretching her uniform blouse to the limit and straining against the long black coat she wore. Other than that she wore matching panties and the special stockings. The wind was blowing up around the car with the rain and she knew if it caught her at the right angle the players and teachers would get a full view of her stockings and knickers.

They were about to get in a scrum when Ricky noticed Sergeant Smillie walking across the field, struggling against the rain and trying to keep her coat from blowing up. She walked up to the games teacher and spoke to him over the wind. As Ricky moved down into the scrum he heard the whistle blow and the teacher yelling, “Kilburn! Get over here!”

The other boys jeered him as he walked towards the policewoman, “Yer in trouble now Kilburn!” “You’re nicked mate!”

Ricky smiled inside, keeping a concerned look on his face, if only they knew, he thought.

“This is Sergeant Smillie,” the teacher said as the rain poured, “she wants a word with you something about your bike.”

“I’ll take it from here,” the sergeant smiled.

The sound of the whistle and the scrum continued while a muddy and wet schoolboy walked across the field with a tall well-stacked policewoman. They made their way to the pavilion. Just as they were about to enter one of the players was sure he saw Ricky slap the police sergeant’s arse then the boy was tackled.

Once inside Ricky began to strip out of the wet muddy clothes. He pulled the Rugby shirt over his head and yanked his shorts down to show his proud erect cock pressing hard against his pants.

Sergeant Smillie removed the overcoat. She was a picture, police hat firmly in place, her crisp white blouse taunt against her jutting torpedo tits, the stocking and knickers a stark contrast against her pink goose pimpled skin.

“Do you strap up, on you helmet,” Ricky said walking up to her.

She removed the helmet, pulled the strap out and replaced the hat doing the chinstrap up.

“These are great,” Ricky grabbed her hard stiff tits, squeezing them hard, and then shaking them back and forth. He gripped the tip of each boob and shook it; they bounced and jiggled under her blouse, “torpedo tits.” The boy grinned as if he had just found a new toy, he played with her tits trapped in the wonda bra, weighing each one in turn in both hands then bouncing them up and down on his palm. Some playful slaps turned into hard whacked down onto her huge jutting boobs, making them jerk out of place then as if by magic they reformed pointing like traffic cones at the boys mauling hands.

After a few minutes of playing Ricky wanted his cock out. He gripped her shoulders and pushed her on to her knees.

“Take it out,” he looked down at her, “with your teeth.”

Sergeant Smillie stared at the boys erect prick, which pointed at her face from under his sweat stained pants. Opening her mouth she bit the elasticised band and pulled his pants down. Slowly his prick was revealed and she felt her nose rub against it. Suddenly it sprang out slapping the brim of her police helmet.

The mature police sergeant moved away and looked up at Ricky. He looked down watching his quivering prick only an inch from her red lips.

“I know you’re used to twelve inches of thick black prick, but that doesn’t matter now. I may only be six inches of cock, but this is going all the way down your throat whether you like it or not.”
Ricky pushed his prick against her slightly parted lips, through them and into her hot mouth. Instinctively she started to suck on his cock, hard and loud. Smillie sucked on the cock meat as if she it was a straw on the end of a thick milk shake. Ricky loved the feeling of her lips wrapped around his cockhead, her tongue lapping away at the underside of his knob, she cheek drawing in and ballooning as she sucked noisily at his school boy cock.

Her hand flew up and grabbed the cock root, he pulled her hand away, “No suck wank this is going to be a throat fuck officer!”

Ricky grabbed to top of her police helmet and the back of her neck and fucked hard into her mouth. His prick pushed deeper with each stroke and he face fucked Sergeant Smillie. Saliva drooled from her mouth as his cock almost left her lips then shoved back in.

He thought she would have it easy considering the number of bigger thicker cocks he’d seen her deep throat, but she resisted. Her throat seemed closed as he fucked away at her unwilling mouth.

Ricky was getting annoyed now. He held her head and yanked it back and forth over his prick, she wasn’t deep throating him, but she would. He was a determined boy his school records said so. He made her head fuck on and off his cock and he fucked harder into her face. Tears were in her eyes but she didn’t try and fight.

Ricky shoved hard and something gave way. His cock slid into Sergeant Smillie’s throat and her convulsing muscles began sucking away at his prickhead. He held it there, revelling in the moment. Her face pressed hard against his crutch, his cock down her throat.

“Here we go,” he said holding her head tight and witch short strokes he started throat fucking her. His cockhead would pop out of her gullet, but stay o the edge, then he would shove it in again making her gag with each stroke. The strokes got quicker and harder which turned it into a choke fuck.

During one hard lunge he started to cum, he held the police sergeant’s face hard against his crutch as his prick spewed hot thick cum down her throat, “Swallow it!” he barked, “all of it!”

When he’d finished spunking down her tight throat his cock slipped out of her mouth.

She coughed a little then stood up.

“You’ve had your fun,” she croaked, “now this has to stop.”

“Stop?” Ricky pulled his shorts back on, “we’ve only just started.”

“We can’t go on like this…”

“Yes we can,” Ricky interrupted, “tomorrow night the bus shelter again. Tunic no blouse. Wonda bra. Skirt, no knickers and the stockings.”

He undid her chinstrap, carefully took her helmet off and kissed her forehead.

“I want you to get a tattoo on your arm, I want it to say “WPC Deep Throat”. You have till Saturday to do that. Oh and on Saturday we’re going into the city to buy you some new lingerie. Of course you will have to wear your uniform.”

As she put her overcoat on they heard the whistle blow for the end of the match. Ricky tugged his rugby shirt on and left the pavilion. Sergeant Smillie made her way back to her car.

As the players showered on lad spoke to Ricky, “So what did you and Juliet Bravo do in the pavilion?”

“I shoved my cock down her throat.” Smiled Ricky.

“Yeah, reckon!”

Part 5

Thursday night and it was still raining. Ricky sat in the bus shelter waiting; his cock was rock hard in anticipation. He knew exactly what he was going to make Sergeant Smillie do this time. This time he was going to make her do something he’d never thought he would ever do. Originally the idea of it made him feel rather sick, but the more he thought about it the more it turned him on.

In the distance he heard the tip tapping of police issue shoes.

Sergeant Smillie felt cold. Her breasts rubbed against the inside of her tunic. She didn’t know how uncomfortable it was going to be. The white wonda bra pushed her huge tits out, pressing them against the inside of the police tunic. The wind caught up her skirt every now and then, it was cold not wearing any knickers.

She saw him sitting in the shade of the bus shelter. The policewoman was soaked, he didn’t tell her to wear her long coat so she didn’t and now the rain was getting through her tunic making her nipples erect against the cold.

“Hiya,” Ricky grinned as she joined him under the shelter, “raining is it?”

“Ricky we can’t keep….”

The teenage boy started up zipping his trousers, “I think it’s getting bigger,” he grinned, “look.”

Sergeant Smillie glanced down at the thick cock he presented to her, and then back at his face, “It looks the same.”

“Say it’s bigger.”

“Ricky I…”

“Say it please.”

The police sergeant licked her lips and said, “It’s getting…”

“Look at it, licking your lips, leaning over it, say it.”

The older woman in the police uniform leant forward until she was facing the throbbing cock, she licked her lips and staring into the piss slit she said, “It’s getting bigger.”

“With feeling,” his hand came up to the back of her head feeling her short hair and her helmet.

“Ohh,” she licked her lips, “it’s getting bigger.”

“Can you get your mouth round it?” he put a bit of pressure on the back of her neck aiming her lips at his prick head.

“I….I don’t know,” she stammered her mouth an inch away from the cock. He could feel her breath on his sensitive bulbous head making him shiver.

“I’m sure you can. Say it, say you can get your lips around it, say how much of a mouth full it is.”

The pressure on her neck pushed her so her lips touched his cockhead.

She spoke her lips brushing against his mushroom head as she said; “I reckon I can get my lips around it. It sure looks like it’s going to be a mouthful.”

“And a throat full.”

“And a throat full,” the sergeant opened her lips as Ricky pushed her head onto his cock and she took a mouthful of cock.

“Suck the tip, suck it hard, that’s it sergeant.” Ricky loved the sound of her sucking on his cock; he also loved the sight of her head shoved into his lap.

He looked into the rain to check no one was about. Thursday was another boring night in the village and no one was about. The rain helped keep them away as well.

He felt her tongue rubbing against the underside of his prick, her cheeks sucking in and out as the policewoman gave the schoolboy another blowjob.

“Go deeper!” he half yelped as he her teeth touched his sensitive cock.

He felt is hard cock push further in her mouth, over her tongue and he shivered as he felt his prick head smack against the back of her throat. Sergeant Smillie’s face was buried in the young boys crutch, his twitching cock squeeze into her throat again. Ricky placed his hands on top of her police helmet and pushed her head down onto his cock, tingling with delight as he heard the police officer gag on his cock meat.

After leaving it there for a few wonderful seconds he pulled her head off his cock, it made a popping noise as it was pulled out of her sucking mouth.

He pulled her face up to his, “Did you like that?” he asked.

Sergeant Smillie didn’t answer she just stared at him, her mouth wet with saliva and pre cum.

“Now, you’re gonna do something a little different,” he smiled, “I want you to put my cock up you tight arse.”

“No,” she blurted out, “I can’t…..”

“You can,” he almost laughed, “you’ve had so many fat cocks up that arse it should be easy for you. I’ve seen some fat black cocks go right up it on the video.”

Sergeant Smillie blushed; she’d forgotten he’d seen the rape video. He knew she’s had at least ten cocks shoved up her arse during the attack.

“Take your overcoat off,” he started undoing the buttons.

Reluctantly the police sergeant stood up and removed her coat. Ricky lifted her skirt up and admired the view. She was wearing the lacy black stockings as requested, but the best view was the brown V of pubic hair staring back at him. He leant forward and kissed just above her pubic mound, he licked and sucked at the skin. His hands moved up to her breasts, feeling and squeezing them just to check the wonda bra was there. She looked around the cold street hoping and praying no one was watching, she felt him undo her skirt and pull it down. She was cold and now her large flawless buttocks felt the freezing November night air.

“Don’t….” she pleaded.

“Ssshhh.”

He stood up, his erect cock rubbing against her crotch; his hands came up to her chest and started on the tunic buttons, “Let’s have this off as well.”

“You can…”

His mouth hit hers and he started forcing his tongue into her mouth. As he sucked and kissed he finished off unbuttoning the tunic. The lacy purple wonda bra came into view; inside it her beautiful large pink boobs.

“Jesus,” he murmured staring at her tits, his head moved down and he sucked at the exposed flesh.

The tunic was pulled off and now the Sergeant was standing cold under the bus shelter in her stockings, wonda bra and police helmet. Ricky was busy pushing her tits together so that the flesh squeezed out of the bra. He jiggled them and smacked them hard together making for pink tit flesh spill out. Ricky placed his face between her torpedo tits and rubbed his face on them.

The cold air made her nipples stick out like organ stops. He wrapped his mouth around one of them and sucked through the bra as hard as he could making her groan and shiver even more.

The sixteen-year-old boy’s hands moved around to the police sergeants naked buttocks, taking a handful of the goose bumped flesh. Without warning he smacked both buttocks really hard.

“Put your chin strap on,” she told her tits, “we need to do a bit of spanking before you fuck my cock with your fat butt.”

While Ricky rubbed her full round buttocks she removed her helmet, took out the strap and fixed it back on her head, the strap around her chin. Ricky’s hands gripped the elastic tops of the stockings, pulled them back then released them letting the fabric smack against her thighs.

“Get over my lap,” Ricky patted his lap.

The middle-aged police sergeant slowly lay over him, her hands touching the cold wet floor, her tits rubbing against his legs. The boy started spanking her firm round arse cheeks as hard as he could. The smacking sounds echoed around the bus shelter. The rain fell harder as he spanked away at her buttocks making her gasp and struggle.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The cheeks reddened under his palms.

Sergeant Smillie’s face winced each time his palm hit her flawless flesh.

SMACK! SMACK!

Ricky stopped for a moment. She waited, tensed herself, then to her shock and surprise she felt his finger press against her anus. It pushed in up to the knuckle.

“No,” she whimpered.

“Yes,” he breathed, “this is tighter than I thought it was going to be. I’ve seen about twenty huge cocks ram in and out of this I thought you’d be loose.”

“Please don’t…”

Ricky’s finger popped out of her arsehole. He now pressed his thumb in, slowly until it disappeared, “There was a rumour that during the trial you had to wear a nappy. Was that true?”

“Yes,” she whispered her face going deep red.

SMACK! He whacked her cheeks with his thumb still in her arse, “Sorry couldn’t here you.”

“Yes!” she almost yelled.

SMACK!

“Yes what?”

“Yes I had to wear a nappy.”

“But it’s tight now.”

Ricky jerked his thumb out making her squeal.

“Now,” he patted her bottom, “get up and put my cock up your arse.”

Sergeant Smillie got up and stood with her back to Ricky. He held his thick throbbing cock in the air aiming it at her arse cheeks. The cold shivering police officer reached around, her hands pulling her buttocks open exposing her puckered arsehole. She looked over her shoulder at him as he took hold of her hips and guided her on to his cock.

Smillie almost leapt away as she felt the boy’s prick head touch her the pink starfish. The cock head prised open her hole; he pushed up squeezing his cock into her arse.

“Christ,” Ricky gasped, “it’s tight.”

Sergeant Smillie looked at him, biting her bottom lip, her face framed by her police helmet, her ears sticking out from the strap, her face flushed as she pushed herself on to his cock. Deeper, deeper, until he saw about four inches inside the mature officer’s reluctant arsehole.

“Now,” Ricky caught his breath, “fuck it. Bounce up and down. Bounce!”

Taking a deep breath the police sergeant started fucking up and down, her knees bending squatting on to his cock then pulling up almost taking the prick out then slamming back down again. She winced as she felt herself invading back the young throbbing cock meat.

“Faster!” he breathed.

The policewoman fucked faster. His prick flying in and out of her stretching chute. As she bounced on his cock her tits slapped up and down, her nipples erect and hard like bullets from her cold. Ricky reached around and gripped her boobs, his fingers gripping her nipples. He pressed his face against her back biting at her bra strap as she made him butt fuck her.

“Fuck it,” he gasped squeezing her tits as hard as he could making the flesh almost spill out of the purple wonda bra.

Sergeant Smillie’s perfect buttocks slapped on his thighs as he almost tried to squeeze her full gravity defying breasts in his tight fist.

“He I go…” he almost screamed as he felt himself surge and his cock seemed to explode inside her tight hot bottom.

The sergeant felt him cum inside her as she sat on his cock the whole thing inside her arse. His mouth moved up to her neck and sucked and bit at it as he spunked inside her.

After what seemed to be a minute she pulled herself off him. The woman turned to the boy not before he saw a lovely view of her spunk filled arse. As Smillie recovered her clothes the teenager told her of their next adventure.

“You haven’t got the tattoo yet have you?” Ricky said, “I want to see it Saturday. We’re going shopping for some really tight bras and some crutch less panties. I want you to pick me up in your police car at eight in the morning and I want you in full uniform but no knickers.”

Sergeant Smillie didn’t reply but her knew she would be there.

To Be Continued