Chapter 3

Monday, 19^th September, 2050

Dearest Mommy,

My first day at RAF has been totally fucking amazing! In the morning, we had our first practical session, in what they call the “Money Lab”. In the middle is a huge bed, for the group stuff. And around that, in a semi-circle, are all these individual “fuck-stations”, each with a couch for fucking, and a desk for writing (and fucking too, I guess), and a cabinet full of toys, including – tell Daddy! – a whole pile of Bates butt-plugs (not that I need them... )

Alison and Claire entered The Constance Money Fucking Laboratory hand-in-hand, still heady from their cumswap extravaganza, and sat themselves at neighbouring stations. Alison watched the other students gradually file in and take their seats. One of them, she realised, was the big-titted girl in the pink bikini she had seen in the park that morning; she was still in the same bikini, and still blowing smoke-rings, but seemed to have put her dildo away for the present. Another was a tall beautiful black girl with large breasts and dark brown loose afro hair who, she presumed, must be Rob’s sister Eva.

Instinctively, Alison called out a friendly “Eat my cunt, Eva!” and waved at the girl. The girl looked up suspiciously, but said nothing.

“Hi!” continued Alison. “I’m Al. I fucked your brother on the train yesterday, how’re you doing?”

Eva replied with a cold frown, “Ah, you’re the girl with the ‘amazing asshole’. Rob hasn’t stopped messaging me about you. You made quite an impression on him. Or at least your butthole did.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet, and well, likewise: I’d never fucked a, uh ... a black guy before, and he’s got such a huge dick!” Alison giggled.

Eva regarded Alison with an unmistakeably impatient scowl. “Look, I’m very busy. Talk later, maybe?”

“Okay...” Alison felt somewhat deflated, but didn’t have long to dwell on her disappointment, for at that moment in strode one of the sexiest women she had ever seen in her life. The first thing Alison noticed were the tits: firm and bulging, they protruded proudly from her chest, barely concealed by an ultra-short beach crop top. Alison had seen tits like that in older women before; unlike Alison’s, which wobbled and jiggled in a “natural” way, these looked as if they must have been surgically enhanced, in the days before MM became commonplace.

The second thing Alison noticed was the cock. At least, it looked just like a cock – a big flesh-coloured dick, flaccid but huge, dangling from the woman’s crotch – so realistic, in fact, that Alison thought for a moment she must be a futa. On second inspection, though, it was clear that she was sporting a top-of-the-range auto-dildo. “Fucking!” whispered Alison to Claire. “I’ve always wanted one of those!”

“Cunts and cocks, welcome. I am Professor Emma Jane Cuntslicker – but my friends all call me Cunts for short, so please do the same.” Professor Cunts had long dark hair tied back in a simple pony-tail. Despite the style of her tits, she looked strikingly youthful – and very beautiful indeed, with broad high cheek-bones and dark sultry eyes. “I am sure you are aware,” she continued, “of the privilege you have all been accorded, to have been selected for this year’s National Diploma in Fucking course. However, do not be tempted to think that fucking is just ‘doin’ what comes naturally’! You are being trained to be top-class professionals, and this course will demand of you a professional level of dedication and hard work.”

The other students were nodding gravely, including pink-bikini girl, who had switched from rings to slow, thick, perfect cones of smoke, her large tits rising and falling with each new lungful. Alison looked around at the other students in the room. There were four boys, all very handsome in their different ways. Her attention was drawn immediately to one of them – tall, muscular and sexy as fuck, dressed in black lycra through which Alison could make out the shape of a huge thick cock bulging at his crotch. Alison made a “big cock” gesture to Claire; they both mouthed an impressed “fuuuuuck” to each other and collapsed in giggles.

“Now, you will see from your timetable,” continued the Professor, that this first week is devoted exclusively to the missionary position. Who’s disappointed? Be honest.” There was a brief pause, and then lycra boy’s hand shot up, an unmistakeably arrogant expression etched on his face. Slowly, several other hands followed suit. “Ah, I’m not surprised,” sighed Professor Cunts. “You are the first generation of intake at this Academy from the fully GM generation. Many of you boys have GM cocks, I know. Girls, how many of you have GM tits?” Eva and the smoking girl put their hands up. “Gagless throats?” Eva and Claire raised their hands.

“Fascinating,” said Professor Cunts, with a slightly jaded tone. “What about you, Alison?”

Slightly flustered, Alison muttered a tentative “Asshole? And, how did you know?”

“Oh, everyone knows about Alison Bates’ asshole, my dear,” replied the Professor. “Some of us were watching you on TV.” There was an impressed murmur from around the room, as the other students swivelled around to look. Alison blushed cunt-pink. Eva, however, rolled her eyes and looked the other way. “However” – and here the Professor turned back to the class – “the point I need to stress to you all is that merely having a gaping asshole, or a big dick, or huge tits – these things do not make you a great fucker. Fucking is all about technique, and you need to be trained in that technique. Chad!” The boy in lycra sat up. “Chad Halloway, you are clearly very proud of your dick – all, what is it, eight inches? I remember your audition.”

“Eight and a half, Professor Cunts, ma’am,” replied Chad with a self-satisfied smirk.

“Just Cunts, boy, just Cunts. So, do you think you can use those eight and a half inches to properly fuck a girl mish?”

“Sure, Professor, uh, I mean, Cunts. I mean, how hard can it be? It’s just climb on top and poke, isn’t it?” There was a guffaw from the other boys.

“Well, let’s see ... Any volunteers from the girls here to be fucked by Mister Halloway’s eight and a half inches?” The pink-bikini girl raised her cigarette-free hand. “Aha, Miss Harriet Danes – also famous, I think? Winner of the London Smoke-’n’-Fuck Cup last year, weren’t you?”

Harriet smiled with pride and blew one last exhale, before crushing her cigarette butt out on the floor with the heel of one of her thigh-length pink latex boots. Professor Cunts gestured to her to take her place on the central bed, before saying to Chad, “Go on, then. Let’s see you fuck her mish.”

“Only mish? Don’t I get a blowjob first?”

“You heard me, Eight-and-a-Half.” Chad paused, and then resumed his expression of cocksure arrogance, unbuttoning his fly to release his huge cock – thick, rock hard, and, yes, a good eight and a half inches long. There was a gasp from all the girls, and a unison “Fuuuuuck!” from Alison and Claire. The professor raised one eyebrow. Harriet smiled knowingly, lay back, spread her legs wide, and pulled her pink thong to one side to reveal her bald cunt. Chad swaggered up to the central bed, climbed on top of Harriet, and starting fucking hard. Harriet lay back, moaning as she shut her eyes, one of her hands diddling her swollen clit while the other massaged her huge breasts. Soon Chad was approaching his climax, and Alison couldn’t wait to see him jizz. But then –

“Cut!” shouted Professor Cuntslicker. “Hold it right there.” Chad paused his fucking. “Take that dick out of her cunt, Chad. Harriet, stop rubbing yourself.”

“What, Professor?” said Chad, his shining purple cock-head poised desperately at Harriet’s wet fuck-lips. “Can’t I come?”

“No. Pause. Now, class – your thoughts, please?”

The class was stunned. Thoughts? Alison didn’t know what to think. Professor Cunts probed further. “Harriet, did Chad pleasure you with his dick?”

“Uh, well, I guess.”

“Then why were you fingering your clit? And why were you looking so fucking bored? Harriet, stay there. Chad, resume your station.” Harriet shrugged, and sat on the edge of the bed awaiting further instructions. Chad trudged back to his fuck-station, looking both livid and humiliated as his still-glistening penis shrank despondently.

“Okay, let’s cut the bullshit,” said Professor Cunts, turning to the class, her auto-dildo dangling huge but flaccid in front of her. “Tell me, if you are going to be a professional fucker, what is your number one objective?”

“To provide pleasure,” said a boy with short dark hair.

“Pleasure, yes, Darren. To whom exactly?” There was silence from the class. “Mister Eight-and-a-Half was giving himself pleasure,” continued the Professor. “But he sure as fuck wasn’t giving his bitch any pleasure, or she wouldn’t have needed to rub her clit like that. That’s the first problem. Number two is this: who else should they both be giving pleasure to?” There was silence. “The audience, fuckwits! In the modern world, fucking is not just for those doing the fucking: it is a social duty! Before the Enlightenment, people fucked selfishly, jealously, for ‘love’” – the Professor grimaced as she said the word – “as they called it. But now we know that fucking is there to pleasure society! Harriet and Chad, did neither of you notice that not one of your classmates was jerking off? Even my auto-dick stayed soft! If you had been doing your jobs, we should have been drooling with lust, and I should now be looking at several puddles of cum on the floor!”

There was an embarrassed, humiliated silence from the class, but Professor Cunts was on a roll. “Good fuckers always have three objectives in mind: pleasuring the audience, pleasuring their partners, and pleasuring themselves – in that order. Girls – you’re on the bottom in mish. What does the audience want to see?”

“Pussy,” volunteered Claire.

“Right! Pussy, and ass, and tits. What’s more, they want to see that pink flesh getting stretched wide, and juicy. So, unlike Miss Danes here, get your sight-lines and angles right so that we can actually see something! We will work on that this week. Next – what do they want to hear?”

“Dirty talk!” answered Alison enthusiastically.

“Too fucking right! Does this mean a continuous undifferentiated stream of ‘fuck fuck fuck’? No, but nor can you just lie there moaning, Harriet. It requires pacing, and variety, and a gradual build-up commensurate with the fucking you’re getting and the preferences of the audience. We’ll work on that too. Now, boys – how do you contribute to making sure the audience get the pleasure they want?”

There was silence: the boys were clearly feeling intimidated, and Chad was sulking. Eventually a skinny boy with glasses raised his hand and suggested tentatively, “Maybe you gotta be careful not to block the view?”

“No shit, Bradley!” replied Cunts. “You’ve got to position yourself so everyone can see what you’re doing to that cunt, and so they can see your cock getting slimy! Now this is a challenge, because it goes against objective number two, which is...?”

“Pleasuring your partner?” answered Bradley.

“So why’s that so difficult in mish?”

Harriet piped up: “‘Coz mish only feels good if you can rub your clit.”

“Half a point to Harriet,” said Cunts, somewhat disappointedly. “Yes, mish only feels good if your clit is being rubbed – but for fuck’s sake, Harriet, is it the bitch’s job to rub her own fucking clit? What the fuck’s that cock for?”

Harriet looked momentarily intrigued – almost as if she’d never looked at it that way before. “But how’s he gonna rub my clit if he’s not allowed to lie flat on me?”

“Well, my dear, it’s all in the pacing, isn’t it? And that’s why boys have to learn to fuck mish before anything else! Here, lie back again, Harriet,” said Cunts, stroking her auto-dildo with one hand so that it rapidly developed into a huge throbbing erection. “Now watch this, boys. The audience wants to see you fuck like this.” She demonstrated, holding Harriet’s legs up and apart so her cunt was spread wide, but supporting herself so her dildo could slide completely in and out of Harriet’s slimy cunt without ever obscuring the view. “But that, unfortunately, does nothing to pleasure the bitch. For that you have to fuck like this” – and she plunged her rubber cock deep into Harriet’s cunt but shifted her position up her body so she could grind the base of it against the girl’s clit.”

“Oh fuuuuck!” yelped Harriet. “That’s good!”

“Haven’t you ever been fucked like that before, Miss Danes? Honestly, what did your parents teach you? Now, what about this?” Cunts shifted her position again, downwards, so her crotch was flat on the couch and her dildo could fuck Harriet’s cunt upwards, rubbing against her G-spot from the inside. Harriet went wild: “Oh Jesus fucking Christ, Professor, yeah, that’s fucking amazing!”

“No shit,” replied the Professor matter-of-factly, pulling her dildo, now slippery with Harriet’s pussy-juice, swiftly out. “Boys – that’s what you have to learn to do: pleasure your audience, and pleasure your bitch. And girls – likewise, pleasure your audience, and pleasure your stud. And if you can’t do that when fucking mish, then none of you will never be able to do it when fucking doggy, or eating cunt, or fisting asshole – or anything. You can’t fuck shit if you can’t fuck mish! Repeat after me!”

“You can’t fuck shit if you can’t fuck mish!” they chorused.

“Right! That’s why we are spending this whole fucking week on it. Understood?”

“Yes, Professor Cuntslicker,” they chorused.

“CUNTS! Say it: ‘Yes, Cunts!’”

“YES, CUNTS!”

“That’s better. Now pair up: Harriet – Darren, Eva – Chad, Alison – Bradley, Claire – Joe. Get fucking – and I’ll be monitoring. Go!”

“Cunts and cocks, gather round, please!” Dr Richard Dick was a slender, suave young man with unnaturally slick, black hair. “I would like to introduce you to the Head of Fucking at Fart’s, Doctor Jon Taylor – ex-RAF: we were in the same NDF class, weren’t we, Jon?”

“And fucked the same pussies, Dick-Dick.” Dr Taylor was tall and wiry, and wore a white lab coat. “Fuck a bitch, guys; suck my cock, girls” he said, turning to the class, as they gathered nervously in the foyer of the hospital. There was a jumbled murmur of “Pussy”, “Cunt” and “Bitch” in reply.