Chapter Two:
The Very Fucking Time of Night
“Miss Poussée, Miss Poussée!” It was barely eight o’clock on Monday morning, when Harriet burst into the office of the Deputy Head of Fucking at Kunt College.
“Miss Danes!” exclaimed the teacher in horror, removing Peripatetic Porn Instructor Abdul Ahss-Faqr’s stiff brown cock from her mouth and peering over her glasses at the interloper. “We do not barge in unannounced in this College. We knock, like well brought up young ladies, do we not?!”
“Oh… oh sorry, Miss Poussée, I’m really sorry, I just was so excited, I wanted to tell you…”
“Harriet! Will you at least let Mr Ahss-Faqr and me finish our curriculum planning meeting before you say any more?” interrupted Miss Poussée. “This should only take a minute!”
Harriet, suitably chastened, bowed her head. “Sorry, Miss; shall I wait outside?”
“No, that’s all right, Harriet: nothing confidential here,” replied Miss Poussée kindly but firmly. “But please stay silent until we have finished. Then you can enthuse to me all you like, all right?”
Harriet did as bid, whilst the two teachers continued their planning meeting. “I am hoping, Miss Poussée,” said Mr Ahss-Faqr, a large burly dark-skinned man, as he fed his cock back into his colleague’s face, “to concentrate on blowjobs for the next couple of weeks in Porn Club – would that fit in all right with what you are doing in your ‘A’-Level Fucking classes?”
“Mmm,” mumbled Miss Poussée in the affirmative, nodding her head as best as she could with a very large cock deep in her gullet. She was clearly very good at her task, as she was able to hold the whole of Mr Ahss-Faqr’s cock in her mouth, balls dangling against her chin, all the while caressing his glans with her pulsating throat whilst tickling up and down its full length with her tongue inside her mouth. Harriet was impressed, and made a mental note to work harder on deepthroating this term.
“Good,” replied Mr Ahss-Faqr through his black beard. “So, I thought I’d do a quick survey of cocksucking in the modern age, starting with Classic Era porn and the Second Wave, then progressing through the rise of facefucking and deepthroating around the turn of the century, then seeing how this gradually moved into the age of gag and slobber – oh, that’s good, Polly, yeah nice,” he broke off momentarily as his cock twitched appreciatively against his boss’s tonsils.
“Don’t forget puking,” Miss Poussée reminded him, removing his cock briefly from her mouth and leaving a long gloopy trail of saliva dangling from her chin.
“Oh, puking never did anything for me, Polly,” replied Mr Ahss-Faqr, as he fed his dark shaft back into her face, “but I suppose it was a bit of a craze in the thirties, so I guess I’d better cover – oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m –”
“On my face, Mr Ahss-Faqr,” instructed Miss Poussée calmly – though she hardly needed to say anything, as she was totally in control, sliding her head off his cock and pumping the slimy brown shaft fast with one fist, the glans inches from her nose. “And remember they get points for covering all the standard blowjob variants,” she added in a business-like manner, as Mr Ahss-Faqr’s cock began to spray, “including threesomes, blowbangs, bukkake…”
Harriet could tell why Miss Poussée was a Deputy Head and Mr Ahss-Faqr a mere unqualified Instructor, for even as the latter lost control, muttering delighted obscenities under his breath as his eyes rolled and pleasure washed over him, Miss Poussée maintained strict professionalism, carefully directing each spurt of cum so that, by the time the cock had finished squirting its load, her features were decorated perfectly: one lens of her glasses obscured with a large glob of cock-cream, a short string of cum dangling delicately from the end of her nose, cheeks and forehead adorned with a neat lattice of jizz (one stripe straying delightfully into her perfectly coiffed hair), and a thick beard of cock-snot hanging from her delicate chin. Despite the care Miss Poussée had put into her self-decoration, she did not omit to remind Mr Ahss-Faqr, even as she sucked and nibbled the last few drops of cum from his glans, “Please remember to fill in the attendance sheets on time, Abdul; I know the boys will all turn up, but some of the lazier girls have a tendency to skive off blowjob lessons. Funny, that: the boys never miss the cunt-eating classes…”
Abdul Ahss-Faqr was still panting in pleasure as Polly Poussée dismissed him with a cum-coated flick of her head and turned to Harriet. “Now, Miss Danes, what was it you wanted to tell me?” she asked, as the instructor zipped up his trousers, picked up his files, and left.
“Miss Poussée, guess what? I’ve discovered my fetish!” Harriet grinned.
“Oh, that is good news!” exclaimed the teacher. “And?”
“Smoking!” Harriet trilled, dancing on the balls of her feet.
There was a pause, as Miss Poussée furrowed her brow, removed her glasses, and began to lick Mr Ahss-Faqr’s semen off the lenses with methodical concentration. “Oh,” she said thoughtfully.
“Is there a problem, Miss?” asked Harriet, her excitement deflating rapidly.
“No, not a problem as such, Harriet,” replied her teacher, “but, as you may know, smoking has been illegal since the late ‘20s, and has only recently been re-legalised, after the discovery of smoke-immune lung technology. So you would need to undergo a Lung-Safe® Medical Modification procedure – very simple, just an injection or two, I think. Tell me, have you already begun smoking?”
“No, Miss. I mean, I wouldn’t even know where to get the, er, the… cigarettes.” She pronounced the last word proudly and carefully, to make sure she got it right. “But I saw it in a movie, and, oh my God, it was so fucking beautiful, I just had to jerk off right then and there, and then –”
“In a movie, Harriet? What kind of movie?” Miss Poussée’s frown grew deeper, as she replaced her glasses and began wiping cum off her nose and cheeks with her fingers and then licking them clean with continued efficiency.
“It was an old one, starring this girl called Lauren… Fuckall or something, and she was so sexy, I just couldn’t –”
“Harriet! Are you telling me that you were watching a pre-Enlightenment ‘romance’? A ‘love’ story?” Miss Poussée’s shock was palpable. “You know perfectly well that such things are illegal, and quite unsuitable for someone of your tender age! Do your parents know about this?” Miss Poussée’s cum beard swayed on her firmly set jaw.
Harriet looked shamefaced. “No,” she replied in a small voice. “You won’t tell them, will you, Miss?”
Miss Poussée sighed. “I have a suggestion, Harriet,” she continued, as she scooped cum off her chin and neck and proceeded to slurp it up systematically. “If you are interested in the smoking fetish, then the first thing we need to do is to find you some suitable viewing material to learn from – no more of this ‘love’ nonsense: you need to watch some proper smoking-and-fucking fetish films, something to set you a good wholesome example. Now, there hasn’t been much of this sort of material produced in recent decades, for obvious reasons, so we might need to dig up some porn from the first couple of decades of the century – which was the last time smoking was legal and commonly practiced in this country: it was pre-Enlightenment times then, so you’re not allowed to browse for it yourself, but I’ll have a word with the school librarian and ask her to look through the archives and select some appropriate material. Then, if you are still keen on the fetish, we will speak to your parents, reassuring them of course that this fetish will complement, rather than detract from your fucking studies. Then we can get your Medical Modification done as soon as possible, and apply for permission for you to start smoking yourself. How does that sound?”
Harriet clapped with joy. “Oh, Miss Poussée, that’s wonderful! I am so happy! How can I thank you?”
“Well, there’s just time for you to eat my cunt out before Assembly. Good practice, don’t you think, for your upcoming mocks?”
*
The rest of the week passed very slowly for Harriet. Janey lent her her copy of the movie – which she revealed was called “something like To Fuck and Fuck Not, I think… not sure, really” – so she could watch it as much as she liked, despite Miss Poussée’s, and potentially her parents’, disapproval. She did so for the first couple of days, every spare minute she had, replaying the smoking scenes over and over, so she could revel in the sheer sensual beauty of every move nineteen-year-old Lauren Bacall made as she smoked. And as she watched, she rubbed her pussy hard, making herself come again and again, even timing her orgasms to coincide with the actress’ sexiest smoking moves – perhaps a hollowing of the cheeks, or a luxurious open-mouthed inhale, or a long sensuous cone exhale. As she watched, and came, she marvelled, tears of joy and desire running down her cheeks, longing for the day when she too could learn to perform such glorious acts, would be able to revel in the sheer pleasure which young Lauren was surely experiencing as she filled her lungs again and again with that beautiful sexy smoke.
It was Wednesday afternoon before Miss Poussée presented Harriet with a small bundle of disks, sporting unassuming titles like Smoking Blowjobs I, or Smoking Lesbians II. “Hi Mummy, hi Daddy,” Harriet called out as she rushed past them on the way in through the front door and up the stairs towards her room, “Miss Poussée gave me some new smoking flicks to jerk off to. I’ll be down for dinner!”
“Oh, how sweet, Henry, don’t you think?” commented Genevieve Danes to her husband, as she slid a thick ribbed strapon into his anus whilst slapping his buttocks with a small paddle. “I don’t know about all this religion business, but I am ever so glad she’s found a fetish to please her, aren’t you?”
Henry, moaning with the incomparable pleasure of pain and humiliation, nodded.
Harriet had barely shut her bedroom door before she was naked, tossing her white school blouse and short plaid skirt onto the floor while clicking on the remote control to start playing Smoking and Fucking III. On the screen there appeared a slender girl with dark hair and a pierced belly-button, dressed in a polka-dotted bikini, already writhing with sexual desire, stroking her pert tits through her bikini top and caressing her packet of cigarettes in anticipation. Like Lauren Bacall, she dangled her cigarette seductively from the corner of her mouth, but unlike Lauren her horniness was not subtle or implied but full-on, like a modern Enlightenment girl: hot, desperate, writhing; and when she lit her cigarette she left it dangling, the first drag of smoke bursting sideways from her lips as she inhaled deeply again. “Oh fuck!” exclaimed Harriet, as her cunt, already dripping with pleasure, twitched in anticipation. “That’s so fucking hot!”
Harriet knew that she ought to try to pace herself, to not climax too fast, to edge herself at least through the first scene before coming – but her resolution was in vain: she managed to keep her pussy-rubbing fairly gentle for the first few seconds, but this girl (“Megan”, according to the cover notes) was so sexy it took barely a minute for Harriet to degenerate into a swearing, writhing, dripping mess of cunt. Megan was now speaking into an old-fashioned telephone, with an early twenty-first century chav accent, to an unseen fuckbuddy: “Baby, I’m so fuckin’ horny, I’m just sitting here smokin’, finkin’ of yer big cock.” She took a deep drag on her cigarette, filling her open mouth with a churning ball of white smoke before breathing it down her throat. “Come home quick, babe – or I’m just gonna have to rub my cunt off while I smoke…”
Harriet watched, rubbing her pussy hard as she revelled in Megan’s every move. She had barely got past the blowjob part of the scene – Megan filling her lungs with smoke before blowing it out in perfect cones all over the man’s cock, or exhaling through her nostrils as she sucked it with her bright red lips – before she came again. And once Megan climbed on top of the cock and began pounding her cunt up and down, exhaling in puffs throughout her exuberant dirty-talk, Harriet gave up trying to hold back. She came, and came, and came, squealing, screeching and swearing with joy as her cunt spasmed again and again.
The scene over, Harriet lay back, satisfied, happy and grateful. “Lord Jesus,” she whispered towards the ceiling, “thank you. I bless you, I honour you, and I praise you. Please let my MM appointment come through soon, so that I too can learn to smoke and fuck, for your glory. Amen.”
“Harriet, dinner!” called her mother from downstairs.
*
Harriet spent every spare moment of the rest of the week watching her new stash of smoking porn. Not just watching, but studying, admiring, learning – and coming. Skinny dark-haired Megan remained her favourite – especially for her amazing joy-filled open-mouthed smoke-exhaling facial, and for the cum dripping down her chin as she continued to smoke and suck post-head cock at the same time, adorning her fine features with a chiaroscuro combination of dripping cum and perfectly controlled smoke sculptures: fine cone exhales, open-mouth inhales, cascading French waterfalls. But she also loved the way dark-haired Lolly talked wall-to-wall chav-filthy as she spread her cunt and fucked herself with a big purple vibrator, exhaling ecstatically toward the ceiling. And dark-skinned big-titted Jasmine made Harriet’s cunt juice instantaneously with her sloppy, dribbly smoking blowjobs, creating an impeccably artistic balance between smoke and spit, cloud and dribble, exhale and gag, breath and slime, even as she mouthed off, “Oh yeah, babe, fuck my face while I smoke all over your big cock!”
When the weekend came, Harriet made over her habitual Saturday morning jerk-off session to rewatching her smoking porn. As she slid her favourite pink dildo in and out of her hot cunt, she watched, and studied, and admired, and came again and again, revelling in the ecstasy of a fetish which pleasured her to the core of her being. “Lord Jesus,” she prayed at church on Sunday, “thank you for revealing yourself to me in smoke. Now, if it be thy will, let me too learn to become a smoking slut for thy glory!”
*
Harriet’s prayer was answered the very next day, as she was sitting in her ‘A’-Level English Literature class listening to her teacher declaim, while slowly stroking his cock:
‘Tis now the very fucking time of night,
When assholes gape, and cunt itself squirts out
its juices to this world: now could I eat hot pussy…
“Yes, Nurse Coxucca?” A pretty pale face adorned with a red nurse’s cap had appeared at the classroom door.
“So sorry to interrupt, Mr Gropecunt,” replied the nurse, “may I borrow Harriet Danes for a minute?”
Harriet leapt out of her chair with excitement.
“Good news, Harriet: your Lung-Safe® MM has arrived!” explained Nurse Coxucca as they walked across the quad towards the college Medical Centre. “Now, it will work best if I give you the injection as you orgasm. So, when we get to sick bay I will ask you to jerk off for me on the dildo couch while I prepare the injections – is that all right?”
“Of course, Nurse Coxucca,” grinned Harriet, stripping off her skirt as soon as they arrived at their destination. The dildo couch was a medical gurney with a large black cock-shaped dildo, already liberally smeared with lubricant, protruding vertically from its centre, and an oval face hole at the top end, so that Harriet could lie on her front, her head straight and her face looking comfortably through the hole at the floor, her pussy speared by the dildo, and her round pink ass mooning at the ceiling.
“Oh fuck, this is nice,” she enthused towards the floor, idly counting the patches of congealed boy-cum on the lino, as she allowed her cunt to slowly fill with eight inches of smooth latex.
“Isn’t it?” replied the nurse. “Now fuck yourself with that dildo while I prepare the injections.”
“Will it hurt at all, Nurse Coxucca?” Harriet asked, as she dutifully slid her juicing cunt slowly up and down on the dildo.
“No, don’t worry, my dear,” smiled the nurse, filling a syringe and flicking it to remove any bubbles. “Especially if you’re coming at the same time, it shouldn’t hurt at all.” She slapped both Harriet’s buttocks in turn, making them jiggle and turn slightly pinker, even as they rose and fell on the dildo.
“And then I’ll really be able to smoke, will I, Nurse Coxucca?” Harriet was beginning to pant, as her pleasure grew and she ground the dildo deeper into her juicing cunt, rubbing it hard against her clit.
“Smoke and fuck to your heart’s content, Harriet.” The nurse kneaded her buttocks, then slapped them again, this time slightly harder.
“Is it just one injection, Nurse Coxucca?” panted Harriet, “Oh fuck…” She was whimpering now with pleasure, both from the dildo sliding in and out of her cunt, and the warmth spreading through her ass cheeks.
“It’s two, actually, but I will have to administer them simultaneously, one in each buttock. Do you think that will be OK, Harriet?” The nurse had finished preparing the second syringe, and was now leaning over, her face buried in her patient’s ass, licking and biting both raw buttocks in turn as they rose and fell, searching with her tongue for the perfect spots into which to plunge her needles.
“Oh yes, Nurse Coxucca, I love being doubly penetrated in my buttocks!” Harriet was squealing with delight, as she felt the pleasure build in clit, cunt and ass cheeks at the same time.
“Good, Harriet. Now come for me, sweetcunt. I’ve got two needles ready to ram into your fat round jiggly ass cheeks as you come.”
Harriet sped up her cunt-grinding to take herself toward the edge. “Oh yes, Nurse Coxucca, I’m coming, Nurse Coxucca, it feels so fucking good, Nurse Coxucca. Now ram those fucking needles into my ass cheeks, turn me into a nasty fucking smoking fetish whore like Jesus wants me to be!” she screeched.
The nurse lifted both her hands, each one wielding a large syringe containing Harriet’s promised MM medicine. “Take this, filthy smoking bitch!” she shouted, plunging both needles deep into her fat raw ass cheeks.
“Oh yes, oh fuck, that feels so fucking good, Nurse Coxuccca. DP me with those needles – FUCK YEAAAAAAH!” And Harriet came, ecstasy and pleasure and pain flooding through her all at once, as the nurse emptied her two syringes deep into the flesh of her pink teenage ass.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” panted Harriet, as she came down from her orgasm, feeling both pleasure and pain gradually subside, and the warmth from her injections spread slowly outward from her buttocks to suffuse her whole body.
Eventually she breathed, “Can I turn over now, Nurse Coxucca?”
“Certainly, Harriet. And while you get your skirt on, let me go and get you your cigarettes.”
“My… my cigarettes?” Harriet heart leapt with excitement. “Can I start smoking now? Or do I have to wait for the MM to take effect?”
“You need to wait at least twenty-four hours,” explained the nurse, as Harriet pulled her skirt back on. “Would you like me to help you with them? I’ve never smoked before, of course, but I have some Ministry of Health training videos we could go through together…”
“Oh no, that’s all right, Nurse Coxucca. I’ve been studying a lot of smoking videos. I think I know how to do it.”
“That’s fine, Harriet,” replied the nurse, as she handed her a packet of cigarettes. Harriet took it reverently, curtseying slightly, her jaw trembling with delight and trepidation in equal measure. “This should last you a week or so, I think,” continued the nurse. “And then from next week, I am told, the government will be allowing supermarkets and corner stores to sell them to anyone like you with a Lung-Safe® MM Certificate: they are trying to encourage smoking take-up in the young, as a cool new fetish for young fuckers.”
“Cigarettes from corner stores! Whatever next?” giggled Harriet. “But seriously, there are only, like, twenty in this packet: that’s barely three a day. That won’t last me a week! I’m planning on going to town on these, Nurse Coxucca!”
“Well, be careful, Harriet. They contain nicotine, you know. That’s both what makes them pleasurable and what makes them addictive. But you might not like the feeling at first, and it will take you a couple of weeks at least to build up your tolerance. So, I don’t think you’ll get through more than a packet in this first week.”
Harriet felt sure the nurse was wrong, but shrugged. “Addictive, huh? How does that work?”
“Ah, Harriet, addiction is the source of the greatest pleasures in our world. You’re addicted to fucking, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, totally, of course!” Harriet looked at the nurse with a “so fucking what?” sort of look.
“Well, to have a fetish is to be doubly addicted – which means double pleasure. And to be physically addicted to your fetish, as you will become to nicotine, means triple pleasure. You’re going to have an amazing smoking life, Harriet Danes!”
Harriet lifted her arms skywards. “Thank you, Jesus!” she cried, as tears of gratitude began to flow down her cheeks.
To be continued...
