Chapter 7

Professor Emma Jane Cuntslicker, PGCF, FD, FRSF (Fellow of the Royal Society of Fuckers), sat slumped at her desk, weighing up the events of the week. Had there ever been a worse one during the course of her entire twenty-year career in fucking? Perhaps when that stupid girl from Fuckham had accidentally lost a marble up her ass – oh, the hours nurse Cat had spent trying to retrieve it! Cunts chuckled ... Or no, even worse, that food fetish class where that boy hadn’t checked the temperature before sticking his dick in the crêpes suzette? “Cock flambé” – oh God, how he’d screamed ... Boys were always doing stupid things – led by their dicks rather than their brains. But girls could be such bitches. And this crisis this week was all the above: stupid and bitchy – and dangerous. “Love!” Professor Cunts spat the word out in disgust. Did these young people know what a dangerous idea they were playing with, accusing each other of “love”?!

There was a knock at the door. “Come in!” called the Professor. “Ah, Dick-Dick, thanks for coming in, how are you? Eat my cunt.”

“M’ cock, probably a bit like you, Cunts: fucked! Jesus, what a week!”

“Tell me about it! Can I get you anything: coffee?”

“Coffee?!” Dr Dick laughed. “That’s very retro, isn’t it? Or are you trying to seduce me, like when you were young?”

“Dick, I’m not that old! But actually, now you mention it, I could do with a fuck to calm me down. Do you want a quickie, and then we have our debrief? Or shall we have a long slow working fuck?”

“Long slow’s good for me,” replied Dr Richard Dick, as both professors undressed. “Shall I eat you out while you tell me about the results of your investigations?”

“I think that could be just what I need, Dick,” said Cunts as she sat on top of her desk and opened her legs wide. Her pussy was bald, her clit hood pierced with a silver ring set with a small ruby. She was – happily for Dr Dick – not wearing her auto-dildo.

“Oh, a new gemstone this week, Cunts?” asked Dick-Dick.

“Yes, my sister gave it to me. Isn’t it nice?” Dick-Dick didn’t reply, but knelt, and began slowly kissing Cunts’ thighs, breathing in the rich end-of-day aroma of his boss’s pussy while admiring her firm breasts looming impressively above his head. His cock began to rise in response.

“Now, to business,” said Cunts. “First, this attack was clearly no accident. The ‘eye-witnesses’ are of course divided, according to allegiance. Alison’s friends all seem to be Eva’s enemies, and vice versa – oh fuck, that’s good, Dick-Dick, nice and slow...” Professor Dick was now gently kissing his boss’s pussy with softly pursed lips. Cunts continued: “But Nurse Barbara – you know, Buns – swears that the wound could not have been caused by Alison jerking upwards suddenly. That tallies with Anna’s recollection – fuck yeah, just like that, gently, gently...” Dick-Dick had moved on to gently licking around Cunts’ outer lips, teasing her pierced clit every now and again with the tip of his tongue. “It is fortuitous that Matron Standley was on leave this week, and Buns already knew Alison’s tits really well from FP – fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...” Dick-Dick’s tongue was now probing between Cunts’ inner lips, tasting her deep-cunt nectar, slurping it up and spreading it over her vulva. “So, it was definitely a deliberate act of GBH by Eva. Alison’s parents are furious, and want to bring in the police in. They came down from Cunthorpe on Monday night – they’re all staying in the Titz this week, they’ve taken Alison there as well. I managed to calm the parents down by letting the dad fuck my ass while I ate the mom’s cunt. And they were very pleased to see that we stock Bates butt-plugs as standard! So they have now agreed to let us complete our internal investigations first...”

“No pun intended?” muttered Dick-Dick, as he starting deep-tongue-fucking his boss’s cunt.

“Ha ha!” replied Cunts. “It doesn’t help that Eva’s black – that always brings out the worst suspicions in people. If we could persuade the parents to settle for rustication – fuck shit slow down, fucking slow down Dick, I can’t fucking talk straight if you go so fast!” Professor Cuntslicker’s colleague had clamped his entire mouth around her cunt and was chewing her clit vigorously – but now, obediently, he apologised and eased off, going back to his gentle tongue-probing. “Yeah, that’s better, nice and slow ... But, of course, this is complicated by the whole ‘love’ thing – which maybe you can tell me more about, Dick?”

“Ah, ‘love’. You probably remember when it was made illegal, do you, Cunts?” Dr Dick got up, his face gleaming, and proffered his long stiff cock, the bulging head of which was already purple and glistening with pre-cum.

“Ah, those were the days!” Professor Cunts suddenly looked dreamily nostalgic, as she started gently stroking Dr Dick’s long cock with her hand, smearing his pre-cum over the mushroom dickhead so that it gleamed. “2030 – and the Great Expulsion was under weigh. The European Union had embraced the Enlightenment two years before, you see, and of course one of the conditions of our re-joining was that we sign up too. We who were in the vanguard of the Fuckers Party were celebrating our victory in the Referendum, which we knew meant the end of ‘love’ and the beginning of the primacy of Pleasure.” Cunts’ eyes glazed over with emotion, as she felt Dick-Dick’s hard cock jerk and bob in her hand. “I always thought it would be the religious reactionaries who would undermine the revolution. But actually, we managed to expel pretty much all of them – and most of those that remained caved in and joined the Church of the Enlightenment...”

“C of E?” interrupted Dick-Dick.

“Exactly,” said Cunts, spitting on his cock-head and smearing saliva generously up and down his shaft. “A bunch of unprincipled hypocrites, if there ever was one. So, unexpectedly, now it’s the ethnic minorities who now pose the greatest threat, because many of them still have friends and relatives in Unenlightened countries. I remember back then demonstrating against allowing the children of Undesirables to stay in the Union, even if sterilised. You can sterilise a body – but not a mind, if its allegiance is divided.” Professor Cunts swivelled round and lay down on her desk, her head dangling upside-down off the edge so that her colleague could slide his cock into her open mouth.

“Well, this episode proves you right, Cunts,” said Dick-Dick as he began to slowly probe the professor’s mouth with his cock-head. “Eva and her brother are both the sterilised children of expelled Undesirables. Apparently Alison met Eva’s brother Rod on the train...”

“Wob,” corrected Cunts, her mouth full of cock.

“Rob, sorry – on her way down from Cunthorpe. She says they just fucked, and parted. But Eva says Alison ‘fell in love’ with Rod...”

“Wob!”

“Rob – ... and has been trying to persuade him to leave the Union with her so they can get married. Alison denies all this, saying that Rob has been pestering her with messages, and that last weekend he appeared in her room in Fuckers’ Hall and proposed ‘love’ to her then.”

“Wha’ do ‘Waire and Bwa’wwey ‘ay?”

“Sorry?” Dick-Dick pulled his cock out of Cunts’ mouth.

“What do Claire and Bradley say?” repeated Cunts, spit dangling and dribbling down her nose.

“Oh – they are four-square behind Alison, of course,” replied Dr Dick as he slid his cock back into Cunts’ mouth, this time even deeper so he could look down and watch the bulge in her gagless throat as he began to slowly deep-fuck her gullet. “But they admit they didn’t actually hear him say he ‘loved’ her: they were in Claire’s room jerking each other off at the time.” Dick-Dick was now slowly fucking Cunts’ throat with the full length of his very long cock. As it slid in, it formed a bulge which slowly worked its way along some eight inches of her pale throat – like a rat being swallowed by a python – until his balls gently caressed her nose. As his cock slid out, it brought great strings of slime with it, which dribbled obscenely down Professor Cunts’ nose and onto her eyes.

“Wait a moment!” interrupted Cunts, swivelling around again and sitting up, spit hanging in great ropes off her nose and chin, and splattering down onto her huge tits. “The only person who can tell us the truth is the brother. But he’s not going to do that, is he? If he says Alison was chasing him with this ‘love’ shit, then she gets rusticated, and maybe Eva gets off lightly because she can claim she was trying to protect him. If he admits his guilt, then we can’t stop the Bates family taking this to the police, and he gets culled! Obviously, he’s going to protect himself.”

“Are you sure he’s the guilty party, then?” asked Dick-Dick cautiously. Cunts slipped lightly off the desk, her huge firm tits jiggling as she did so, and knelt on the floor in front of her colleague. Gently, Dick-Dick slipped his spit-coated cock between Cunts’ massive breasts and started slowly fucking them.

“He must be.” Cunts wrapped her hands around her tits, pushing them together to make a good tight fuck-seal for Dick-Dick’s shaft. “Why would Alison throw away a brilliant career as a fucker, and risk the ostracism of her entire anally-obsessed family, to go off to the Outside World to marry a black man?” The pace of Dr Dick’s tit-fucking was increasing now, and Cunts could tell that he was building up to an orgasm. She tilted her head downwards, so that with each upward stroke of Dick-Dick’s cock his dickhead penetrated her mouth with a gentle slurp, repeatedly re-lubricating his cock and her tits in one go. Professor Cunts opened her mouth into a perfect “O”, ready to receive her colleague’s cum-blast...

... when suddenly the phone rang.

“Oh fuck!” swore Dr Dick.

“Calmly, Dick,” laughed Cunts. “Remember you said you wanted a nice slow fuck. So now you’re getting one! Coitus fucking interruptus! Hello? ... Ah, Anna, what news? ... He’s here now? Well done, you clever slut! ... Okay, would you bring him up, please?”

Dr Dick looked quizzically at Professor Cunts, his cock slowly deflating. The Professor explained: “Sorry, Dick, we’ll have to finish our fuck later. Rob Daniels is here to see us. He’s been staying with Eva at their family flat in London ever since she was suspended – he normally works in Fuxeter, you see. Anna’s been trying all week to persuade him to come and set the record straight.”

“Should we put our clothes on?”

“Maybe you should, but I have a hunch I might need mine off again soon. He may be an Undesirable, but he’s still a man – which means he’ll be led by his cock rather than his brains.”

There was a knock at the door, and a smiling Rob Daniels entered, escorted by Anna, who was carrying a tray bearing a coffee-pot, cups, saucers and napkins, and a plate of scones. If Rob was surprised to see Cunts stark naked, he did not show it, but nodded and smiled courteously.

“Good afternoon, Mister Daniels: lick my pussy. I’m Professor Cuntslicker. And this is Doctor Dick,” continued Cunts, gesturing to her colleague, who was stuffing his cock back into his trousers.

Rob Daniels continued to smile his twinkly smile. “Suck my cock, Professor. Fuck a bitch, Doctor Dick,” he said with impeccable manners. “But please, call me Rob.”

“In which case, call me Cunts. Please, take a seat. Can I get you anything? Coffee?”

“That would be lovely, thank you,” replied Rob. Dick-Dick smirked to himself.

“And a blowjob?” followed up Cunts.

“Oh, only if you’re having one,” replied Rob – “I mean, if ... you know what I mean.”

“Anna,” said Cunts, “would you give Mister Daniels a coffee and a blowjob, please?

As Rob Daniels settled into an armchair, Anna set her tray on the coffee-table and poured Rob a cup of black coffee. Cunts sat opposite him on a wide sofa, legs spread, her hairless pierced pussy – still slightly puffy and damp from the attention Dick-Dick had been giving it – on full view. She started absent-mindedly rubbing her clit with one finger, making the ruby sparkle and glint intermittently in the reflected light from the ceiling lamps. Anna knelt on the floor in front of Rob, opened his fly, and pulled out his massive, though flaccid, black cock. She stifled a gasp, in her best professional manner, but could not entirely dampen her grin, licking her lips as she massaged the rapidly-hardening specimen of manhood which dangled before her face. Rob took a sip of his coffee. “Would you like some cream with that, Mister Daniels?” asked Anna from between his legs.