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"It was so they could find out which of them could fellate a man the deepest. By seeing which shade of lipstick was spread the furthest along his penis. They'd have a real challenge here, wouldn't they?"

"Nobody ever taught that kind of thing in my history classes," I said with absolute truth. "I wish they had. It would have made school a lot more interesting."

Anna kept me straight up and down with her left hand while she used her right one to stroke my cock as she had done the truncheon. My brain seemed to be swelling up and trying to push my eyes out of their sockets.

"Phil, the only thing you need to know about history is that might is right. And I like strong men who take what they want. Why don't you pretend I used to be one of your teachers and this is your chance to get your own back for every punishment I ever gave you?"

I could hardly believe my ears -nothing remotely like this had ever happened to me in my life before. But if there was ever a time for asking for an invitation to be repeated, this certainly wasn't it. One grab of her wrist, another at her elbow, a good pull and Anna was sprawling down on top of me, face down and gasping as I maneuvered her around until I had that plump derriere across my knees. A gift from lady luck, and I thanked her with a laying on of hands rite. Well, one palm, actually, slamming down half a dozen times, and every one connecting hard, hard enough to raise a cloud of dust if there had been any in that tight red skirt. What was underneath it was certainly smarting because Anna began bellowing after every slap. It had something of the sound of a cow overdue for a milking and I hoped to God there was nobody within earshot.

"Pax, pax, you big brute," she pleaded.

I stopped laying on the heavy ones and gave her some love taps instead, spacing them out with plenty of firm rubbing over each quivering haunch. The head teacher was squirming around and moaning, her hipbone rubbing up against my own boner. Jesus, I couldn't keep this game up for much longer. My hand came down again, one blow, but at full strength, hard enough for Mrs. Morrison to bounce forward several inches and kick her high heels up off the floor.

"Yeoow!! No, no, please, Phil. I'll do anything you want me to, anything."

"Stand up."

She huffed and puffed getting back onto her feet, although she made the movement about as quickly as she could and I didn't mind, much, because I had a chance to grab a quick feel of a tit as Anna was rising. No wonder she was struggling, with all that top hamper to lift up.

"Shirt off."

Anna kept giggling, standing by the side of the chair and undoing her buttons as I stroked the backs of her knees. The hot silky patches of skin underneath her tights trembled, then even more so as I lifted up the hem of her skirt on the top of my hand. My fingers swirled higher up her left calf. The shirt came off, sliding along her arms in an untidy bunch of flower patterned fabric. Sliding along, removed and tossed over the back of the kitchen chair without Anna moving a step.

Underneath the shirt was a massive pair of low cut blue bra cups with a pink ribbon sewn in a bow between them, not to mention enough cleavage for a ferret to hide in. Anna looked down, ran her hands over the cups and purred. It sounded like the voice over for one of those ads about putting a tiger in your fuel tank. In my case, getting a tigress to give you a wank.

At the very back of my mind was the notion that it would be interesting to make a few inquiries about Mr. Morrison. I could easily imagine him as prematurely bent and aged, the used up remains of a strong man married to a stronger woman who was permanently on heat. But this didn't seem like a good time to mention him. Without waiting for any order from me Anna began unbuttoning and unzipping the top of her skirt. I grabbed at the bottom of it and tugged the waistband down over her wide hips.

The sight of the head teacher twisting around like a Turkish belly dancer as she wriggled herself out of the skirt's waistband was completely illegal -an incitement to riotous behavior if ever there was one. The skirt suddenly began falling of its own weight, down and down, over my hand and arm, then ending up in a pile around Anna's feet. She kicked it aside, laughed, knelt down by the side of the chair and leaned forward over the armrest. The tip of a warm wet tongue touched me where her finger had before.

"Do you know much latin, Phil?"

God, that collar was strangling me!

"No." I croaked.

"Well, if anybody ever asks you, fellatio is the past principle of the latin word fellare, which means to suck. Do you think I can do something to help you remember that?"

"Yes. Yes, I think you can help me remember that!"

Suddenly I was looking down at a mass of red hair and good old John Thomas was getting a generous coating of lipstick around his head and collar. This was incredible!

But what would happen if I was late for my point and the station wanted me to speak to me? Missing on my first day? My police career would be over within twenty four hours. But here was a chance to sneak a quick look at my watch without offending the very friendly lady, and it said I still had thirty minutes in hand. Christ, not much time to waste.

Still, while Anna was seeing how far down she could leave a strawberry tidemark I did something useful by unhooking the back of her bra. Anna responded by increasing the stroke rate of her latin lesson. Maybe there were some useful things to learn by studying history. But then she halfway stood up before crawling forward over my lap and settling back down on it in the same position as she had been before. Only this time there was no red skirt ready for punishment but a pair of tightly stretched blue panties underneath her dark colored tights.

OK, if Anna wanted to feel the heavy hand of the law again, so be it. One left, one right, one on the bullseye, and then again, pinning her down across those fine hips with the flat of my left arm as I paddled her rump with the right. Lots of yelps and groans -look right and see a pair of high heels kicking up at the ceiling, look left and catch a glimpse of the teachers' bra strap tangled around her elbow and the side of a plump unfettered breast which seemed to be bouncing up and down off the floor.

By God, I'd bet the boys in this school would have paid up their pocket money for the rest of their lives to watch this. And it was still only the beginning. Or maybe I'd fallen off the bus to work this morning and I was in a coma and dreaming all of this.

Dream or reality, there was no time to waste, not with the watch ticking away. I heard Anna call out in encouragement as I grabbed hold of the top of the panties. A tug, another harder one, until the panties were tangled up with the tights in a roll that I pulled clear of her buttocks and right down to her knees.

The fat white half moons of her arse seemed to be fighting each other as Anna squirmed around on top of my knees like an excited puppy. I noticed with some interest a thumb shaped birthmark on her left buttock. God, but I was a good copper -the first day on the beat and already I was picking up on useful identification features. But now it was my turn to let the public know that the force was always willing to lend a hand.

This time I gave Anna several genuinely crisp slaps, hard enough to leave a red patch after each one with the sound of bare flesh on bare flesh echoing around the room. And if you've never had a fine figure of a head teacher slung across your lap and squealing for mercy, well, you've missed an interesting experience. Then I varied the assault by flattening my right hand and pushing it down between her thighs, the top finger brushing against the patch of wet moss buried deep in the top of the crevice. At the same time I reached out with my other hand, grabbing a handful of tit which included a nipple as big and hard as a walnut. Anna arched her back like a diver going off a board and whimpered.

"Jesus, yes! Bring me off!"

"Seeing as how I've got a frenchie in my tunic pocket, how about I fuck you instead?"

"Yes! That's it, fuck me silly, Phil!"

"Get up then."

I thought I'd have trouble lifting myself out of that collapsed chair but it's amazing what you can do when you're hormones are motivated. It might as well have been an ejector seat by the way I shot up into the air and landed on my feet. But Anna dead heated me by sitting down on the kitchen table as quickly as I'd got up and tugging her panties and tights down over those knees I'd been admiring so much only a few moments before.

As eager as I was to undo that damned collar, it seemed the right thing to do to kneel down and take a moment to get rid of those under-things completely, hauling them off and flinging them to one side. And as they left my hand a couple of warm bra cups dropped on top of my head, with Anna giggling at the joke. They got thrown away as well, my hands went underneath the teacher's knees and I spread her legs open so I could get my mouth where it would do the most good.

The next time Anna laughed, she had some reason for it. She was wet and hot and her clit was standing up like a sentry looking out of a trench before I pushed it down and around with my tongue. There was a kind of a screeching noise then, so high pitched and going on for so long I really wondered if one of the boilers was blowing off a safety valve. But since they weren't even lit and since a lot of fingers were scratching at my close cut hair I assumed that Anna was responsible for the noise.

I also decided I'd better stop what I was doing before somebody heard her and called the police station to report a murder in progress. So I leaned back into a direct eyeball to nipple confrontation as I tried to set a record for unbuttoning a uniform tunic.

Anna opened her legs and leaned forward, holding up her tits from below as if she was trying to sell them to me in a market place. A giant economy sized offer that would have been, because she had the biggest pair I'd ever set eyes on in the raw, lightly tanned all over I noticed, and if they weren't in the first bloom of youth they still looked pretty sprightly. The nipples were nearly as big as the tops of strawberry ice cream cones and looked even more delicious.

I'd only managed to unfasten my collar hooks so far but that was a great relief and I couldn't help but take a second to pinch each of those swollen tips. Nice and hard too, and I saw Anna's eyes and mouth make big round O's as her nerve endings got jazzed up. Which was a chance that was even more tempting. I stood up, grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth towards me for another run up and down the scales. Nothing needed explaining: one set of fingers stroking underneath my balls, another pair holding the base of my prick steady, and the head teacher was giving me more head than I'd ever had before.

God, what couldn't I do with this mad bitch given enough time? Handcuffs, a cane and a long lazy afternoon in front of a camera and she'd be my slave for life. And I thought I'd been sent to the quietest, dullest, most boring town between the Wash and Wales! It was like lighting a cracker on bonfire night and then suddenly realizing you had holding a stick of dynamite with the fuse burning down. Except there was no way of I was going to let go of Anna until she exploded -or I did. Which was something that was certain to happen very soon.

"Anna, wait, wait!"

I felt around in one of my tunic pockets, pulled out the french letter and ripped the top of the packet off with my teeth.

"Here, put this on me. Slowly, damn you, slowly."

For a while it seemed I was never going to undo that tunic. Eight buttons, eight big silver buttons, eight bloody great buttons, with my clumsy fingers feeling like a bunch of bananas as I struggled to undo them and Anna laughing down below as she unrolled the rubber along my prick. Inch by inch, her fingers squeezing and pushing against the resistance of the sheath until it was as far back as it was ever going to go.

"Oh God!" she called out. "Only I could end up getting seduced by a policeman with a plumber's friend for a sexual organ. I can't do anything with this thing!"

Then she used her lips again to make sure there were no little bubbles anywhere. Typical woman, one mouth and two different messages coming from it at the same time.

"Fucking hell..."

The last button finally popped through the last buttonhole, the tunic went wherever everything else had gone, and I was hauling up by her hair. Not wanting to hurt her, mind, only to get her into position. Anna grunted with pain but came along willingly, pushed backwards onto the table, arching up with her legs wide open and her hands clasped around the tops of her breasts as though they were going to try to escape. Which was a reasonable precaution because I was going to do my best to bounce them off the ceiling. I ripped my braces off my shoulders, bent down in front of the kitchen chair and grabbed Anna's high heels, gripping one of them between my teeth and lifting up her left foot to slip the other one back on.

"Christ, what are you doing, Phil?"

"Mmmmmm."

"Take that bloody thing out of your mouth..."

"It's OK." I put the other shoe back where it had been. "It's just that I like to fuck women with them still wearing their shoes."

I lifted up her heels and spread her legs apart to rest on my shoulders. Anna was having some kind of hysterical fit of laughter: "This never happened to Cinderella"

I guided the tip of my cock between her swollen cuntlips and pushed it into the yielding flesh. "Then try this for a happy ending."

Anna stopped laughing and called out: "Yes, yes!" slapping her hands down on the table top on each side of her body.

I took advantage of the opportunity to grab her tits for myself and to haul her towards me with them. At the same time I drove into Anna far enough to make sure everything was lined up properly. The result was an ear splitting screech loud enough to have sent a ship in a fog on an emergency change of course and the table hopped across the smooth floor like a baby kangaroo. Oh yes, and I got a hell of a lot of satisfaction out of the movement.

The second time I did it, Anne clapped both her hands over her mouth, opened her eyes twice as wide as usual and locked her heels together behind my neck. And I'd been cursing that collar for being tight!

In about no time flat the table was jammed in tight in a corner of the room, I was rammed in tight against Anna, grunting like a drowning pig, and a stream of half muffled yelps was spurting out between her clenched fingers. I also felt as if I was one of those male insects that has its head ripped off by the female during mating. As a teacher, Anna would have made a great trapeze artist, one of those that hang by their ankles from a swinging bar. I must have been mad to put her shoes back on -if she dug into my back with those high heels I'd be face down in a hospital bed for a weeks.

Mind you, I was mad, completely fucking mad, and that teacher was a lot tighter fit over John Thomas than I'd expected. The first half was easy-peasy, but getting the rest of him past her cunt muscles took some serious effort.

I had to lean right forward on top of the trapped woman, bending her knees back towards her face and breaking her ankle-lock on my neck. Which seemed like a good thing, only she put her arms up and grabbed my ears instead, which was worse. And I had to let go of her tits as I slithered forward. But Christ, wasn't she just squealing and thumping against me as I split her open? Our faces were only inches apart and the smell of her perfume was getting sucked into my nostrils like high octane vapor into an revving engine.

But what was the best thing of all, apart from the stroking my cock was getting, was watching her expression. She might be Mrs. Anna Morrison, head teacher, a professional and married woman but right then, half an hour after I'd met her, she was a gasping bucking bitch on heat without a thought or a feeling in her except what she was getting from Phil Rodger's huge prick.

"Phil! God! I love this!"

Those green eyes were wild and rolling around like the plastic ones in a cheap doll when it gets shaken. Here, without doubt, was a woman getting the best fuck she'd ever had in her life and totally mind blown because of it. I knew that she'd never forget what I was doing to her on top of this table: I also knew that from now on she'd be panting to spread herself out underneath me whenever I offered her the chance.

Christ, this was great, but I had to hurry!

Well, no problem there. I could feel the pressure in my shaft building up and up, until suddenly it was emptying out into the end of the tunnel that was Anna, and she was baying for the moon and almost tearing my ears off -God, there were some bad habits I'd have to break her of, but they could wait. It seemed like we'd come together, right on the sweet spot, and you couldn't ask for better than that, especially on a first gallop.

With my broadside fired the main battery went limp and so did I, slumping down, and putting my lips into Anna's bellybutton to blow a final triumphant 'brrrrrr.' Then I looked up, between those two soft piles of tit flesh, to see Anna's head rolling slowly from side to side, each roll drawn out with a accompanying moan of satisfaction. If she'd taken the starch out of me it seemed I'd certainly done the same by her.

I stood up, my trousers finally sliding all the way down to my ankles and glanced at my watch. No time to waste, I had to get going. But first, just a moment to tease the teacher. I put my hand down to the bottom of her well rounded belly, twisted some of her reddish tinged cunt hairs into a tuft and tugged at it, hard.

"Ow." Anna seemed to come back to earth, enough to stare at me, her cheeks as red as her bush. "Oh, God, I must have been mad. We must have been mad. Did anybody hear us, you think?"

I looked down at her voluptuous body sprawled on top of the table with not a thing on except the high heeled shoes and a thin gold necklace. "Nobody heard me. But you kept going off like an air raid alarm. Look at the state you're in, Anna you look as if you've just been shagged by a shipload of Vikings."

"I feel like I've just been shagged by a shipload of Vikings," she answered and giggled again. "Absolutely ravaged, in fact, from head to toe and it's a wonderful feeling. But we mustn't do it here again."

I pulled on her hairs again, making her lift her bottom off the table and then let her down again. She moaned, took my free hand and kissed it on the palm. Yes, this was definitely a woman who liked to be put in her place.

"No, the next time..." I said, then paused. My fingers slid down into her cunt and found her clit. "No, the next time I want you in a loose skirt, a suspender belt and nylons, but no panties, and you'll bring a cane with you. Understand?"

Her face flushed even an even deeper shade than it already was as her eyes rolled back. A tiny touch of my hooked finger and her entire body shook as though I'd fired a spark into her.

"Phil!"

It started out sounding like a protest but finished up as a cry of encouragement. Amazing, what some women can do with even one word.

I pulled off the french letter, tied a knot in the end, stretched the rubber right back and let it go, to flick against the teacher's left nipple. She yelped and rubbed the sore spot as I draped the frenchie between her lolling breasts.

"That's for holding onto my ears."

"Phil..."

If Anna had been thinking of complaining, the words died on her lips as I slipped my fingers back into her cunt and curled them around to a position where I'd achieved good results with other girls in the past. It was like tickling a trout out of a stream if you could just hit on the right place. When the teacher moaned and tugged on my cock I knew I'd found the right place inside her. Keeping my hand where it was, I stirred up Anna's pot for her until her hips were jerking up and down.

"Phil...!"

Whatever the emotion in the word this time, Anna certainly wasn't complaining. I put my other hand over her mouth and she licked it frantically, then snuffled for air through her nose like a rooting pig as I made her come again. Her fingers squeezed my limp cock so hard I almost squealed myself, the bottom half of her body shot up on the tips of her shoes like a ballet dancer at full stretch and, incredibly, she stayed rigid in mid air for three or four seconds before slumping down on top of the table like a crow shot in the nest. Anna's head slid down into the gap between the end of the table and the wall and taking my hand off her mouth was like uncovering the exhaust inlet on a hard working steam engine. Well, at least she was still breathing.

While the teacher was recovering I began frantically pulling on my uniform again. I used her panties to wipe my cock on and then shoved them in my pocket as a trophy. If the job kept on going the way it had started I reckoned I might be able to get together a good collection before long.

"Phil? You're going?"

Anna was back with me, her head lifted up and her right hand down between her opened legs as she played with herself. God, the bitch was insatiable once she got excited.

"I've got to. Otherwise I'll be in real trouble. Sorry."

She looked like a kid on Christmas morning waking up to find an empty sock: "What about me?"

"It's all right, madam, I'll report you as a victim of a hit and run fucking."

Anna laughed, then screwed up her eyes and drew in a deep breath as her fingers worked faster. "But I need another one now," she protested.

"Sorry. But you know what they say, the criminal always comes back to the scene of the crime. You can grab him then."

"Yes, but for now?"

"For now, I've got to go."

Anna sat up, slid her legs around, stood up as I struggled to refasten my collar clips. Had I got everything? Helmet, baton? Yes. Ready to go. Which wasn't easy because the head teacher was leaning over the table, her bare bottom towards me and still frigging herself off. It was like looking at the full moon reflected in rippling water because Anna was starting to gasp and wriggle as she got more excited. If it came to that I was getting stiff again myself. Given half a chance I would have been back up her like a rat up a drainpipe. But I didn't have half a chance. Anyway, always leave them wanting more, that was my philosophy.

"You want me to bring a cane next time, Phil? You meant that?"

God, but she was a glutton for punishment.

"That's right, a cane. I'm going to make you beg for your next fuck, Mrs. Morrison."

Whap! Whap! A left and a right hander, one open handed full strength slap on each fat cheek and I was away, walking off between the boilers and leaving behind a head teacher who sounded as if she was going into labor.

I slipped out of the building after making sure nobody was watching, then walked back to the telephone box with steps a yard long and going like the clappers. Got there just as it rang and the sergeant asked why I was out of breath. I said I'd got lost and had to hurry to get back to the box. Then he asked how I was liking the job so far and I said that it wasn't so bad after all.

An hour later I was downing a pint of best bitter and wondering if Anna had finally managed to get herself dressed and off home.

And next morning my landlady was brushing me down in my bedroom before I went on duty. "You young lads, you don't know the first thing about your own jobs," she said. "In the force, you always dress on the right. Like this."

She put down the brush, got hold of my cock and pushed it over onto the right side of my flies. "There, that's the way it should be. But I suppose I'll have to do something about it for you every morning, won't I?"

"Yes, Mrs. Logan," I agreed. "I suppose you probably will."