Harriet Learns To Smoke And Fuck Ch 09

Chapter Nine:

Smoke-'n'-Fuck

"Ah, Harriet, you got my message, good. Thank you for coming," Polly Poussée beckoned, as Harriet knocked and edged the teacher's office door open. She was surprised to find that Miss Poussée was not alone: two other students were seated nervously, somewhat self-consciously, on the edge of the office fuck-couch. "You know Danny and Danielle, don't you, Harriet?"

"Uh... yes?" Harriet's response masked a knot of conflicting emotions. The two were also in Harriet's Further Fucking set. Danny had a particularly large cock when erect, and was widely regarded as being one of the best fuckers among his cohort of boys. Harriet could attest from personal experience that he used his cock well -- but he was arrogant and cocksure, and swaggered rather more than was necessary, especially when wishing to show off his erection to best advantage. Danielle was equally sour-faced, inordinately proud, Harriet thought, of her admittedly considerable deep-throating skills, and tended to wrap herself around Danny rather a lot in the corridors, smearing her cunt-slime on his trouser leg as if to lay claim to him. In short, Harriet didn't much like either of them, and had always had the impression that the feeling was mutual.

Despite Harriet's noticeable disquiet, Miss Poussée did not attempt to explain what the interlopers were doing in what Harriet had thought would be a one-to-one tutorial, instead launching into a rather peremptory, "Harriet, I must talk to you about 'Smoke-'n'-Fuck'; are you interested in competing?"

"Oh, Miss Poussée, do you really think I'm good enough?"

Harriet was hoping for an unalloyed "yes, absolutely" from her teacher, but should have known better, for Miss Poussée had never been prone to verbal overenthusiasm. Instead the latter replied: "I think your smoking has been progressing well. You are certainly addicted to the fetish on all levels -- which is wonderful. Your smoking blowjobs and cunt-smoking are uncompromisingly filthy, which is just right. And your dirty talk is improving nicely -- which works really well with your smoking: I do like the way you puff smoke when you say 'fuck' -- just perfect! But it is highly likely that most of the other competitors will have the same talents, you see. So, if you are serious about wanting to actually

win

this competition, you will need to demonstrate skills which go above and beyond the normal..."

Harriet frowned. "But, Miss Poussée, what else is there I can improve on? I'm getting top marks in all my Fucking modules. That plus my total smoke addiction -- what more is there?"

Harriet sensed Danny and Danielle smirking behind her back, but did not dare turn to challenge them. Miss Poussée smiled knowingly, but there was a hard edge to her voice as she replied: "What more is there? My dear, there is always more! You are right that for mere 'A'-Levels your standard is very high -- but now we are talking about a nationwide competition, televised on the BBC, no less. You will need to display a level of skill which is not merely professional but award-winning. Now, do you want this? If you do, then I am prepared to put in the extra time and effort to help you become a world-class smoking fucker. But if you are not sure, then we can just give up now."

Harriet paused. Miss Poussée's ultimatum was daunting, even frightening, and part of Harriet wanted to go for the easy option: enjoy her smoking, enjoy church, enjoy fucking around, get her 'A'-Levels, get married to Michael, settle down and have an easy life full of pleasure and leisure. But then she remembered God's graciousness toward her, how He had stepped in to reveal her fetish when she had been so lost and confused. Surely He had not done so just for her pleasure, but to extend to her a higher calling, the privilege of being His smoking-and-fucking emissary on this earth, to proclaim His glory and fuckingkindness to all mankind. The sound of another snigger from Danielle forced Harriet out of her ruminations, and she replied, "You are right, Miss Poussée. Thank you. I accept the challenge, and your help. I want to give this competition my all."

"Good choice, young lady-whore. And that is why I have asked Danny and Danielle to join us. I need to 'put you through your paces', so to speak, and I thought we should have a good competent pair of fuckers around for that purpose -- is that all right?"

Harriet nodded awkwardly. Danny seemed somewhat unsure himself, and blurted out, "But Miss Poussée, Harriet's got nice tits and all -- and a hot cunt -- but I really don't like fucking her anymore: she stinks of smoke all the time."

Typical fucking boy

, Harriet sighed inwardly.

They don't do charm, do they?

Miss Poussée was blunter in her response: "Danny, you are aiming for an A* in Further Fucking -- which means accepting, even if not enjoying, the wide variety of fetishes held by the girls you fuck. Why, just last week you fucked Danielle's face while she was coated with yoghurt, coriander and paprika; and you ate out Amyee's arsehole, even though she kept repeatedly farting whipped cream in your face. If you can put up with that, then surely you can stand it if Miss Danes here gives you a blowjob!"

"A blowjob?" Danny grimaced. "Oh, Miss Poussée, but then my cock will stink of smoke too, and no one else will want to suck it for the rest of the day! And me and Danielle were going to practise our sixty-nines during lunch break."

"Yeah," added Danielle with a pout, "and if Harriet blows smoke in my cunt or anything, then --"

Harriet, it must be said, was rather on Danny and Danielle's side: she didn't much want to suck his cock or eat her cunt either -- but she had the sense to hold her peace. This was just as well, because Polly Poussée's reprimand was brief but terrifying: "Enough, both of you!" she snarled. "Danny, trousers off, and cock out -- now! Danielle, get your knickers off: you'll be next!"

The two did meekly as they were told, and soon Danny's large cock was dangling forlornly but obediently before Harriet's face, as she knelt and lit her first cigarette. Giving Daniel a smoky blowjob would, she thought, be a fairly straightforward business; after all, Michael adored them -- and even if Daniel was not keen on smoke, he would surely, like all boys, come round once she started sucking his dick. Unfortunately, Daniel's dislike of smoking was more profound than she had imagined. As she smoked over his cock, he made a great show of holding his nose, hacking and coughing, and making disgusted faces every time any smoke wafted towards his face. It took a great deal of manual stimulation to get his cock hard at all, and a particularly vigorous bout of face-fucking -- for which Harriet had to all the hard work, as Daniel was dogged in his determination to stand there doing nothing -- to get him close to orgasm. By the time Harriet eventually jerked him off over her face, her cigarette -- ironically rather neglected in her efforts to get the boy to come -- had burnt down to the butt, and the smouldering filter was beginning to emit a rather unpleasant smell. Miss Poussée was unimpressed, Daniel was looking at the girl kneeling before him with an unalloyed expression of disgust, Danielle was sitting in the corner watching with a fixed sneer on her face, and Harriet was nearly in tears. "It's not fair, Miss Poussée, Daniel's being a total dickhead: he hates me, and he hates smoke, and he just wants me to fail, can't I --"

"Don't worry, Harriet, we'll sort this out," interrupted the teacher. "Danny, thank you, you may go now. And you too, Danielle."

Danielle looked relieved, and Danny looked disgruntled. Behind their teacher's back, Danielle mouthed "Fucking bitch!" as she stuck up her middle finger at Harriet, and they shut the office door behind them.

Miss Poussée, much to Harriet's surprise, smiled broadly. "Don't worry, Harriet, there is nothing to be concerned about. What we have established by this exercise is that there is no point your entering this competition partnered with anyone who does not like smoke -- or at least who is not prepared to tolerate it. Danny was a disaster, as would Danielle have been -- and I suspect most of your other school Fucking classmates will be the same. I have been discussing your case with the Head Master. She had been wanting to keep your performance at the Festival 'in-house' -- but did say she would be prepared to consider your partnering with someone from outside Kunt if there was nobody suitable here. We have just proved, I think, that even our best student fuckers will not make the grade. So, I am confident in asking you: do you know any boys or girls outside the College who like the smoking fetish, and who would enjoy working with you on your Smoke-'n'-Fuck performance?"

Oh God, how great thou art!

thought Harriet, as a great smile of gratitude spread across her face. "Oh yes, Miss Poussée, yes! My fuckbuddy -- I mean, my fiancé -- Michael: he loves the smoking fetish. I mean, he doesn't smoke, but he loves fucking me when I smoke, and he loves the smoky blowjobs and everything. He'd be perfect -- and we'd work so well together: we're both Christians, you see, and we've always fucked every Sunday at church, but now he's moved in with me because his mum's a bitch, and we're dedicating our lives to Jesus, and on Sunday he fucked my ass, and..."

Harriet's enthusiasm was overflowing, but Miss Poussée brought it to an abrupt halt with a wave of her palm. "Well, Harriet, bring him to see me, shall we say, after school on Friday next week? Let me watch you fuck, and we'll see if there's mileage in it, all right?" Harriet nodded enthusiastically. "Now, however," continued Miss Poussée, "you will also need a cunt to eat while smoking. Do any of your church slut friends share your fetish?"

"Uh... well, no, not actually, no... But... I have an idea! You know my friend Janey? Janey Harris -- she's not doing 'A'-Level Fucking, but she does a lot of extracurricular fucking, like at band, or philately club; and she's really good at eating cunt -- clarinettist, see? -- and using a strapon, and she likes being pissed on too; and even though she doesn't actually have the smoking fetish, she really likes me eating her out when I smoke, and --"

"Bring them both along then, Harriet. Not sure exactly what would be the best sort of scene for you to present at the competition, but having three of you gives us lots of options. And if you and Michael are engaged, then -- oh, you're not saving anal till you're married, are you?"

"Oh no, of course not!" Harriet reassured her teacher. "He's already fucking my ass, and we're getting pretty good at it: the cigarettes help with that, you see..."

"Excellent." Miss Poussée looked pleased. "Now, however, Harriet, there is another aspect of your fetish that I think we need to talk about improving."

"Oh?" Harriet looked surprised, even a touch disappointed.

Miss Poussée, however, was in no mood to let Harriet off lightly. "You see, Harriet, you have so far, as far as I can tell, been concentrating on the fucking aspects of your smoking: masturbating, blowjobs, pussy-licking, fucking, anal -- which is of course wonderful, as you have a great deal of talent in all those areas. But it is highly likely that all the other competitors will excel in those fields as well, you see? No, we need to build in you some skills which will distinguish you from the others, put you in a class of your own, show you to be a truly versatile smoker, able to be refined in an old-fashioned way, as well as a total fuckslut like a modern Enlightened girl -- do you see?"

Harriet didn't really understand. "Uh... what did you have in mind?"

"Well, Harriet, I've been doing some research in the National Fuck Archives: I had to write specially to the Ministry of Fucking to gain permission to access these smoking videos" -- Miss Poussée brandished a small pile of disks -- "which are strictly classified, as they do not actually contain any fucking, and therefore are not considered suitable for general consumption." Harriet nodded seriously -- though she thought to herself that Fukhdeep would surely be able to find copies of them for the right price.

"They come from the early years of this century," continued the teacher, "and, though the absence of fucking at first seems quite strange, even somewhat distasteful, these girls display a deftness of smoking technique which I think you would do well to aspire to. I think it would complement your fucking very well."

"Uh..." Harriet did not know what to say. She thought she was already pretty good at smoking: after all, she could dangle sexily before, during or after light-ups; inhale, mouth open or closed; multi-pump, circular inhale, exhale through nose and/or mouth -- and all the above while sucking cock, licking pussy, or getting fucked in cunt or ass in a multitude of positions. In short, she could not imagine what so-called "deftness of technique" she might be lacking.

"I suggest you watch one of them," continued Miss Poussée.

"Uh... OK...?"

"Now," insisted Miss Poussée, indicating the large wide screen on her wall. She inserted one of the disks into a player, and clicked her remote control, while gesturing for her student to sit on her fuck-couch to watch.

Harriet did not know what to expect, but her curiosity overrode her scepticism, and she watched as the first scene flickered into view. At first, there seemed to be little about this smoking scene which was any improvement on Lauren Bacall, or any of the other vintage smoking actresses Fukhdeep has managed to source for her -- Monica Bellucci (

what a dangle!

), Elle Fanning (

on a fucking bicycle!

), Sharon Stone (

cuntflash -- whahey!

). The quality was grainy, like most old movies, and the first scene featured nothing more remarkable than a pretty blond girl ("Taylor", according to the sleeve notes) seated in an armchair smoking, apparently chatting intermittently, with some kind of Antipodean accent (

Australian?

wondered Harriet) with the unseen camera man. She dangled the unlit cigarette, speaking as it bobbed carelessly up and down between her lips, hollowed her cheeks to light it, tilted her head upwards with the pleasure of her first inhale, and exhaled long and slow through pursed lips.

OK, nice -- but what's the big deal?

thought Harriet.

But then things changed. Taylor's next inhale did not go straight into her lungs. Instead, the blond Australian broadened her jaw, briefly holding the mouthful of smoke in her mouth before letting some of it out between her widened lips, so that it hung, swirling and dancing before her bright red lips, just for a second, before it snapped backwards into the girl's mouth, and thence, rapidly, down her throat into her lungs. Another ecstatic exhale followed of course, but by then -- "Fuuuck!" -- Harriet's heart was pounding with excitement. "Oh fuck!" she exclaimed. "What was that? Miss Poussée, what the fuck was that? How did she do that?!"

Miss Poussée smiled triumphantly. "Glad you like it, Harriet. Keep watching."

But Harriet was not just in the mood for watching. Almost without realising it, her cunt was rapidly moistening, and she was clenching her thighs. "Oh Jesus, do that again, Taylor," she muttered. "Fucking do it again!"

Taylor did. This time the ball of smoke hanging churning at her lips was even thicker and richer than before -- "Jesus, it's like she's taking a fucking smoke facial!" exclaimed Harriet. "Fucking swallow it, bitch!" Taylor did precisely that, the entire ball of smoke disappearing with a sudden, almost audible, snap -- deep into her needy lungs. Taylor's face was a picture of joy and mischief, and Harriet's the perfect image of lust, as the fingers of her left hand strayed between her legs, and her right hand scrabbled for a cigarette.

Miss Poussée watched with quiet satisfaction as her student descended into fetish-fuelled lust, her cunt now dripping as she smoked and rubbed herself off. On screen, Taylor was continuing her cycle of gorgeous suspended inhales, but every now and again one of them wouldn't get snapped in through her mouth, but would be drawn gently upwards, like a curtain, or an upside-down waterfall, inhaled through her two nostrils, before being exhaled through both mouth and nose together. "Oh Jesus, it's like she's cumplaying!" exclaimed Harriet. "All over your fucking face, bitch -- in your mouth, in your nose, on your tongue, fuck yeah!"

But Taylor was not finished: now she was working on her exhales. Sometimes they were slow and fine, through soft pursed lips, sometimes wider, stronger and more assertive --

pillar of fire by night, pillar of smoke by day!

Harriet marvelled. But then Taylor did something Harriet had never seen in her life before. She exhaled partly, so that her mouth was full of a reservoir of smoke fresh from her lungs, then widened her jaw, formed her lips into a broad 'O', and -- well, the first thing Harriet noticed was her jaw spasming, jerking, so that out from between her lips flew an exuberant battery of rich, thick smoke-rings. "OH FUCK!" screeched Harriet through a mouthful of smoke. "How the fuck does she do that?! Look, Miss Poussée, see how her jaw spasms to make those rings: it's like her lungs are coming, like she's... and look at those rings: big and round like great smoky ass-gapes -- doesn't that totally make you want to fuck her? Fuck her smoky face, fuck her smoky throat, oh Jesus fuck..."

Harriet was become utterly incoherent with lust, dragging desperately on her cigarette, circular-breathing smoke deep into her lungs. Her cigarette dangled hands-free from her lips as smoke poured from her nostrils, and both hands pleasured her cunt. Miss Poussée continued to smile the triumphant satisfied smile of a true pedagogue: "Do you want to learn how to do those tricks, Harriet? Do you want to be like Taylor?"

"FUCK YES!" screamed Harriet as she came, her cunt spasming with glorious pleasure, her body wreathed in rich clouds of smoke, as she continued to gaze with lustful admiration at Taylor's suave, pretty, cheeky smoke games on the screen. "Oh... oh..." Harriet whimpered, as the Australian continued to shape her perfect snap-inhales, her richly relaxed batteries of smoke-rings, her cascading French waterfall inhales, her perfectly angled nose-exhales. "Oh God..." Harriet's cigarette butt continued to dangle from her lips -- almost forgotten in the midst of her ecstasy, as she continued to drink in Taylor's smoking beauty -- until she felt it burn hot against her lips.

"Well, Harriet," smiled Miss Poussée, "would you like to borrow these disks over the weekend?"

"Oh yes, Miss Poussée!"

"Good. So, you have two things to work on now, don't you? One is getting your friends to join you here next week, so I can see if they would be suitable fuck-partners for your performance. The other is working on your new smoking tricks."

Harriet nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yes, Miss Poussée, definitely. This is going to be so fucking!"

"Indeed, my dear, let us hope so," replied the teacher with her customary level of calm understatement. "Oh -- just one last thing before you go: I notice that you are still smoking 'lights'. I have spoke to Nurse Coxucca, and done some historical research, and we agree that, especially if you are going to be competing, you really should upgrade to full-strength cigarettes. So she has ordered some 'red' Marlboro 100s for you. These used to be illegal in this country, as they contain such a large quantity of nicotine. But now that you have Smoke Safe lungs, it is only right that we should not deprive you of the highest available levels of smoking addiction, don't you think?"

"Oh, Miss Poussée, it would be such a pleasure!"