Chapter 2: 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!”