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Introduction:

A smoking fetish short story
Angel's Education: The Epiphany, The Video, Her Emerging Fetish, And The Vice-Principal.
[An addendum to a previously published erotic story, by the author “Luthor,” entitled “The Reverend’s Little Angel.”]

A smoking fetish short story replete with teasing, clothed sex, clothed hand jobs, masturbation and facials.

By George Tyerbyter—aka Mick Carlo.

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I don’t want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart
—Eddie Seiler, Sol Marcus, Bennie Benjemen and Eddie Durham. The Ink Spots


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Angel Tucker screamed again.

Her girlish facial expression contorted into a very adult-looking grimace of unbridled sexual ecstasy. Angel’s almond eyes were squeezed shut with her brows pulled inward and turned up, as her head turned sharply from side to side. The violent movement whipped her straight shoulder-length blonde hair, fanning it out in all directions. Angel's full, well-proportioned body writhed, as well. Once again wracked with pleasure, her curvaceous form shook and twisted through yet another consuming climax. There seemed to be no limit to the girl’s capacity to cum. However, the intensity of this current seizure outpaced all of the others she had experienced in the past hour.

An orgasm can do extraordinary things to a young girl's appearance. It is capable of wiping an everyday, reserved, or otherwise modest and shy demeanor away, allowing within the vestiges, something primal, and something wild to surface. If experienced intensely enough, it can rip the mask of innocence from her visage within an instant, revealing a stressed, almost painfully-felt eroticism, licentious in expression. It has been noted that there exists a fine dividing line between the sensations of extreme pleasure and pain. This was, in fact, what Angel Tucker’s face and body were communicating at that moment.

That's not all an orgasm can do to a girl's appearance. If aided by an over-aroused accomplice during an illicit sexual encounter, it could further transform her look in the most astonishingly erotic ways. Thanks to the induced orgasms shot forth from her delirious, frenetic male partner, Angel’s teenage face projected the very image of lewd, salacious sex. Set in an anguished frown carved by the ongoing climax she was now experiencing, her features—painted and glazed as they were with multiple loads of sperm—positively glowed under the office lights.

As the high school senior’s supple body quivered uncontrollably through this latest lustful convulsion, the wet offerings from her vice-principal’s numerous ejaculations—clumped, multi-layered splotches and elongated streaks thickly coating the girl’s porcelain skin—were in motion on her upturned face. Gravity had begun to force some of the more voluminous dollops of the man’s semen to stream down in glistening rivulets. Periodically, globs of the immorally applied fluid would slip off her nose, lips and cheeks, plopping down onto her partially-opened white blouse, further soiling the fabric. Some of it dangled in pearl-like strands from one of Angel’s hoop earrings. As she shook her head in ecstasy, the strands swayed obscenely. The sloppy drips cascaded from the jewelry, and were becoming elongated, eventually stretching down onto her shoulder. Several streams ran down her tapered neck. While other elastic drips snapped free from her chin, the drops falling upon the folds of her hurriedly yanked up skirt.

The older man responsible for Angel’s present condition—St. Catherine’s High School vice-principal, Mr. H. T. Hogarth—knelt on the floor between her legs, mashing his face into her exposed vagina. The normally collected school administrator seemed crazed, and was indeed being driven mad with aphrodisia for this buxom blonde tart. His face rubbed back and forth against her sex, his tongue furrowing deep within the opened folds; the sand-rough stubble on his cheeks and chin scraped repeatedly across the girl’s wet flesh.

Angel’s pelvis gyrated wildly on Hogarth’s office chair in heated response to the sensation, while her hands gripped the arms of the chair tightly for support. Mr. Hogarth’s knees moved outward on the floor, pressing against her feet in an effort to get Angel to spread her legs even farther apart. In her delirium, the quivering girl accommodated him, widening the distance between her knees. She opened her legs even more, sliding her tender body forward. As she did so, her shoulders and head slipped down on the back of the seat, while she also impatiently shoved her wet sex back against his advancing face.

The black and white saddle shoes Angel wore scuffed noisily on the tile floor when she moved her full buttocks forward on the seat. Her proper uniform skirt bunched higher up around her waist during the adjustment. Angel’s pale blue panties were heaped down at the base of her right leg and were now draped haphazardly around the shoe. Removed in a hurry by the over-excited Mr. Hogarth, the student had only managed to pull her left foot free from the dainty garment before he forced her legs apart and rammed his tongue into her hole.

Angel’s firm, large breasts heaved desperately against the restraining uniform blouse she wore. During the vice-principal’s impetuous attack on her exposed flesh, the cotton material was being pulled taut across her chest, as the remaining closed buttons on the half-open garment struggled to hold fast against the thrust of Angel’s protruding orbs. This was made worse when Mr. Hogarth began rapidly flicking the tip of his stiffened tongue against the girl’s swollen clitoris. It caused the buxom, blonde eighteen year-old student to gasp in sharper breaths, and made her cry out in shameless pleasure during the exhales, as she squirmed violently on his office chair.

Throughout this entire episode of immoral debauchery, Angel's moans, squeals, and screams of sexual release had been almost constant. They filled the stuffy educator's modest office with sounds unlike anything ever heard in that space. He hadn't been silent either, growling and grunting loudly during several body-wrenching ejaculations—ejaculations being coaxed out of his cock by this beguiling, seductive creature in front of him. He had been concerned about the decibel levels of their combined lust-choked screams five minutes before. A pang of worry went through his thoughts while he was obliging the enticing student's begging request for him to shoot his second load of sperm all over her screaming face.

Continuing to pleasure the girl orally, the administrator’s mind began to wander. He started to question the sound-proofing capabilities of the windows, the walls and especially the thick wooden door to his office.

Can this be heard in the hall, or outside in the park? he thought, a shiver of fear running through him.

After all, it was practically the middle of the school day. There had been plenty of activity taking place in the corridors and outside in the park below his office. A lot of people were busily scurrying from here to there.

At least we’re still dressed, he schemed. Aside from my cum being smeared all over her face, we could jump up and adjust ourselves the second we heard the door, and everything would look normal…well, somewhat normal, I guess?

It was true; both of them were indeed, still fully dressed. Sure, Angel’s thin skirt was pulled up and bunched around her waist. Her white cotton blouse was partially unbuttoned, and her panties were half off, pulled down and draped around her shoe. However, aside from appearing a bit disheveled from the sex, to Hogarth she looked close enough to being “pulled together.” She still wore all the peripheral items of her school uniform. Yes, it was also true her hair was a bit mussed, and of course, her face was thickly coated with his semen. Nevertheless, he reckoned, all of that could easily be rectified posthaste if they were focused and clever enough. Her face could be wiped, and her appearance smoothed in no time.

He too was also fully clothed. He still had on his white shirt. It was buttoned properly and his red tie still hung neatly from the clean knot between his collars. His trousers were still fastened under his belt. Of course, the fly was wide open, and his wet eight-inch erection was sticking straight out from the opening. But he thought he would be able to stow it away pretty quickly if someone knocked. Yes, in his reasoning, all of this could be set right fairly quickly.

Besides, he thought, the door is locked securely. I’d have to open it to let anyone in. That would give us ample time to collect ourselves.

Unfortunately, Vice-Principal Hogarth had completely overlooked one important thing. He had forgotten about the rather large stain on his pants at the crotch, a stain caused by the teasing manipulations of the young student’s hand at the beginning of this promiscuous episode. It never entered into his planning. The unsightly dark stain was a tell-tale forgotten ‘loose end’ which would be his failing the very minute he opened the door to let anyone into the office. But mindless of this fact, he continued the logical progression within his fevered brain, mapping out more possible strategies.

However, his thoughts kept returning to the noise. There still was the racket coming from inside the office.

People might be able to hear this outside, and begin to suspect what I’m doing in here, he continued. Then where would I be?

Yes, in the vice-principal’s mind, being caught would result in a scandal of immense proportions, recovery from which would not be possible. A forced resignation would surely ensue; a long, steady career would almost instantly go down in flames. Shame and ridicule would be at his doorstep. His reputation in the community would be blown to bits. His marriage would lay in ruins, with his family despising him. This would dog him for the rest of his nature life, making it impossible to return to any semblance of normalcy.

Dashed hopes and good intentions…Good, better, best…bested, he thought, a line from Edward Albee’s “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf” popping into his mind at that point for some reason.

Who’s afraid? Hogarth questioned. I am! I am, George! he replied.

Still, even through his concern and despite all of the possible horrific consequences, Mr. Hogarth couldn’t stop himself. He had given in to the temptation forty-five minutes before; diving head first into the lust, as a matter of fact. And now there seemed to be no way of stopping.

He continued eating Angel, blubbering and moaning his passion into her sex. His long cock—its length steadily growing as it stiffened up again—stuck obscenely out from the opened zipper of his trouser, the head still dripping the remnants of his last ejaculation. It formed a wet spot on the floor between the sexy student’s spread feet. And Angel’s wet seepage added to the indecent puddle’s size. Her pussy had been squirting against Hogarth’s face, with the spray also drenching the inside of her thighs. The fluid now dripped to the floor in strands from the edge of the leather seat, as the tip of the vice-principal’s red tie dipped repeatedly into the growing puddle of mixed secretions.

No. There was no way of stopping. The vice-principal was too far gone. However, once again, his thoughts returned to the sounds of sex filling his office. Hogarth had noticed the school bell ringing once, and tried to remember if their earlier mutual screams and bellows of ecstasy came before or after the bell had sounded. Either way would be bad, Hogarth surmised, if the door and the thick block walls weren't strong sound insulators.

So, when Angel started to cum again, building toward another inevitable piercing cry, the vice-principal shuddered. Motivated by his mounting concern over being caught, Hogarth reached up and clamped his left hand over Angel's sticky lips. Some of the educator’s previously spent loads streamed down off of Angel’s nose and cheeks and ran onto his clamped hand. With her screams momentarily stifled—rendering them partially muffled, along with her breathless open-mouthed panting—she closed her eyes tight, and began to snort passionately through her nose, surrendering completely to the bliss provided by Mr. Hogarth's tongue and lips.

In time, Angel’s contractions started to subside, and a steadier breathing pattern fell into place. With her half-closed eyes softening, she looked down upon the vice-principal with a sedate smile spreading on her lips under his clamped hand. Mr. Hogarth, still lovingly running his tongue along the folds of her vulva, kissing it tenderly on occasion, looked up into her eyes. Thoroughly drenched in her sweet secretions, Hogarth’s face shone brightly in the office light. With Angel momentarily quiet, the vice-principal took his hand, now wet from his own sperm, off her face, and brought it down to rest on her pussy. His fingers spread her labium, and he began to stimulate her toward another climax.

During this lull, while her last orgasm diminished, Angel’s head cleared enough for her to collect her thoughts. It was then she decided that the time had come to take this situation to another extreme. It was time to light a fire.

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Angel wasn’t always this promiscuous. Her personality for the most part, had been reflective of an unassuming, somewhat mild-mannered schoolgirl in possession of a keen intelligence and a sharp wit. Sure, she had always been a precocious young girl, as well—devilishly clever and forever inventive in her methods to get whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. But she never pushed the limit, and seldom was confrontational.

Yes, there was a tendency toward obsessive behavior in Angel’s history. For instance, she did smoke cigarettes and thoroughly enjoyed the habit, and she also dabbled in recreational drugs now and again. But she had always managed those penchants with ease and moderation. Of course, willfulness was also a strong trait in her character, and one might guess that this trait may have been a dominant factor leading to her recent metamorphosis. But, if the truth were know, it was more of a combination of her strong will, coupled with her horniness which probably set the change in motion.

And of course, there was the video. Ah yes, the video. But, let’s save that part of the story for later.

Speaking of her horny nature; up until recently, her sexual drive—and the tastes and urges which go along with it—was, by and large, confined to activities that most would considered to be "normal" for young women her age. Yes, there were elements of obsession present at times. But again, Angel managed it fairly easily. She never let it get the best of her. However, in the wake of recent developments in that area—developments which will be described with more clarity as you read further—Angel’s tastes had taken on a decidedly more bold and kinky nature.

How so, you ask?

Well, just two weeks before this episode with Vice-principal Hogarth, she had seduced her step-brother.

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Steven, the son of her new step-mom, Kathy Bronson, happens to be the same age as Angel. Both children had gotten along swimmingly ever since they first met, back when Angel’s father started dating Kathy nine years before. They were young children at that time of the marriage. And as young children are apt to do when placed in new situations, they adapted quickly. In time, and with relative ease, they fell into their new roles as brother and sister.

Kathy and the Reverend had dated over the course of a year and a half before finally marrying. Because their respective children were still very young, the long courtship helped aid in bringing about a smoother transition and a fluid adjustment for both families. It went far in solidifying Angel’s and Steven’s friendship and their future step-relationship because, during that time frame, the two soon-to-be-wed parents purposefully sought and orchestrated outings for both families. They coordinated school activities, and found mutually-enjoyed recreational activities for Steven and Angel, such as bowling, picnicking and camping. Also, the Reverend’s church had various activities. The children were encouraged to participate together in those functions, as well.

So, thanks to their parent’s conscious efforts, in short order Angel and Steven got to know and like each other. It all went smoothly during their parent’s courtship, and continued in that manner into the years following the marriage. Despite normal, sporadic bouts of sibling rivalry, Angel and Steven learned to love each other, as well. To the uninformed observer, they appeared in every way to be normal, blood-relation sister and brother.

Then suddenly, with very little effort on Angel’s or Steven’s part, that norm was drastically altered. Things turned much more intimate that morning, to say the least. Through her cunning, calculating behavior, Angel successfully teased Steven into her trap of desires and wants, convincing him in the long run that it was all his idea. It was easy, really. Well, at least to Angel it was easy.

You see, Angel had known for the longest time that Steven was secretly attracted to her. Recognition of her step-brother’s infatuation didn’t come from any obvious or direct occurrence. This knowledge would never have come to her through any sudden outright advances. Direct passes or even mildly discernable sexual advances wouldn’t be possible, considering their upbringing and their home environment. The head of their home, the Reverend William Tucker, would not tolerate such goings-on, if per chance he gained knowledge of them.

Reverend Tucker was a dominating figure in the household. Besides being a strict father, he was also a devout man of the cloth. Like most religious fundamentalists, fanaticism was very much a part of his make up. And also like most fundamentalists, he did not react well to any perceived challenges to his static belief system or his world view. The good Reverend was thin skinned while also possessing an ego as big as Mount Everest. All of these character traits contributed to the Reverend’s short fuse, where his anger was concerned. And present-day sexual promiscuity was a major sore point for him.

Reverend Tucker pontificated on the subject recurrently, and frequently used it as a thematic device in his oft-political, fire-and-brimstone sermons. He had been obsessively preoccupied with the subject all through Angel’s young life. Whenever the opportunity presented itself, he would lecture to her regularly on the finer points of his fears and insecurities concerning this sore point.

Knowing all about Reverend Tucker’s tyrannical, manipulative nature leads to a better understanding of Angel’s character and personality development over the years. To an extent, it also helps explain her seemingly sudden recent change. Conformity and child-like acceptance had given way to rebellion in small doses, at first. Then as Angel reached her late teens, and with the help of her less-restricted friends, the proverbial dam started to burst.

No. Steven’s, or for that matter Angel’s biologically-sound sexual urges would not be permissible topics for discussion under their parent’s roof. To be honest, as parents, neither Kathy, nor especially Reverend Tucker, were by any means prepared to deal with such things.

And again; Steven making noticeable passes at his step-sister would never happen. It would be stupid and risky, insofar as he was concerned. He knew that there would be hell to pay if he were caught. Any indication of such a thing happening in Reverend Tucker’s home would surely bring severe disciplinary proceedings into play and swift punishment for both Steven and Angel.

So, Steven kept the lust for his sister to himself, and he was painfully discreet about his actions. At least, Steven thought he was discreet. Likewise, Angel never let on that she knew. But she would use this knowledge to her advantage, expertly playing Steven like a Stradivarius at opportune moments to get what she wanted. And those events always ended in much the same manner. Angel would get her way, and Steven would go off somewhere to masturbate his frustrations away.

But retrospectively speaking, Angel’s awareness of Steven’s horniness for her filtered in gradually over their developmental years through her observance of subtle behavioral patterns on his part.

For example, Steven always seemed to be seeking opportunities to get as close to Angel as possible, as of late. Likewise, he sought any excuse to hug her, to crush her body to his. This behavior seemed to evolve quickly, and became habitual during the period of her breast development.

On that subject, Angel also noticed Steven sneaking peeks at the very prominent bulge of her breasts. Angel, to say the least, is well endowed and full figured. Not overweight or obese, not “chunky,” but proportionally curvy and full. Angel tended to wear short, tight, bare midriff hemmed tee-shirts, or low neck sweaters. Even while she wore one of her proper school uniform blouses Steven would sneak peeks at her tits. He never stared, mind you, but would look at them on the sly; stealing fleeting glances whenever he though she wasn’t looking. But Angel knew.

A few times, she had noticed him glancing down at her cleavage when he struggled to light her cigarette. That was another thing; Steven always seemed to be playing “Mr. Chivalrous,” tripping over himself to light her cigarette whenever the opportunity arose. On the occasions when she would sneak out of the house to have one in the yard next to the garage, Steven always seemed to find an excuse to be there with her. No matter when she’d decide to go out, Angel could expect to see Steven there, his lighter in hand.

Angel would continue nonchalantly smoking her cigarette during those times, completely unaware of the fact that Steven was also intensely obsessing on her full red lips—watching them purse and pucker as she dragged on the cigarette and exhaled. Unbeknownst to Angel, it was a fact that Steven had a very strong attraction to women who smoke. Furthermore, it was also a fact that he frequented the very same strange website which Angel and her friend Jill had stumbled—

—Well, that part of the story will also have to wait until later…

So, when the brief-but-steamy sexual encounter between the step-siblings finally happened that warm, late spring morning, Angel never put two and two together. She never realized that Steven had a strong so-called “smoking fetish,” even during the encounter, although a cigarette was between her fingers when it happened. The full brunt of that realization would come to her later, entirely by happenstance, the very night before her seduction of Mr. Hogarth.

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The step-sibling’s parents were out of town for a few days, attending one of Reverend Tucker’s frequent clergy conventions. As usual, this situation left Angel and Steven alone to make their own way. Both are responsible, working high school seniors and are perfectly capable of getting their own meals together, along with getting themselves off to school and to work on time. So, both parents felt confident with leaving them alone.

Everything went normally for the first day; both step sister and brother busied themselves with the tasks and duties at hand. It was on the morning of the second day the proverbial worm turned.

It was early morning. Angel awoke at her regular time to the harsh tone of her alarm clock. She was always the first to get up in their home. Dressed in her sleep attire, a tight white tee-shirt and pink panties, she clocked down the stairs of the quiet two-story house, her hand grasping the banister as a guide during her sleepy descent. Entering the kitchen, Angel went about the business of brewing a pot of coffee for herself and Steven. After pouring a cup, she made her way back up the stairs to begin getting ready for school. Angel had planned to wake Steven after she used the bathroom. That way, plenty of hot water for a long shower was hers’ for the taking.

She had just reached the top of the stairs when she though she heard a sound coming from the direction of Steven’s room. It sounded like a moan, but she wasn’t sure.

Angel’s and Steven’s bedrooms were adjoined, connected by a shared bathroom. Her bedroom was the first room at the top of the stairs, with Steven’s arranged next, and the master bedroom situated at the end of the long carpeted hall. Being as quiet as possible, she walked down to Steven’s room to see if she could identify the source of the sound. As she approached, this time Angel clearly heard the sound of her step-brother moaning.

His door was slightly ajar and Angel peeked inside. The head of his bed is positioned up against the other side of the hallway wall next to the door. So, when Angel peered in through the crack, she first saw Steven’s bare feet at the far end of the bed. As she positioned herself at the right angle to see the rest of him, the sight that greeted her eyes made her heart instantly start pounding, and almost caused her to drop the full coffee cup.

Steven was lying on his back, his long tall frame stretched out on top of the sheets. He wore only his white and black boxer shorts. Towering from the wide opened flap of the boxers was the longest, stiffest penis Angel had ever seen in-the-flesh, so to speak, at that point in her life. Her boyfriend Sergio had a big one, but Steven’s beat his by figurative mile! The sight of the tall hard cock sticking straight up from his opened boxers, made Angel’s heart pound even harder. She could hear the pulse beating in her ears as she looked on.

Speaking of ‘beating,’ that’s just what Steven was doing at that moment! His left hand formed a fist around the ten-inch erection, and he was moving it slowly from the base to the massive weeping tip. Angel gasped quietly and felt her pussy juice inside the panties.

Steven had his laptop opened next to him, and it was positioned on the other side of his body on the bed. The laptop screen faced the door. It flickered for a second, taking Angel’s attention away from her step-brother’s cock. She noticed that his head was turn toward the screen, and what she saw him watching made her gasp quietly again, once she was able to focus.

On the screen was a website video player showing an AVI of a shapely brunette and well built man. The two characters were standing face to face and they were both fully clothed. The girl had on a school uniform, much like the uniform Angel was required to wear. The man wore a dress suit and tie. However, this man had an obvious erection. Its length pushed his pants out into an obscenely prominent tent shape.

Angel did not notice that the sexy brunette had a cigarette between the fingers of one of her hands. To tell the truth, even if she had noticed the actress was smoking, Angel would never have put it together in her mind. The concept of a sexual obsession like that existing would have been foreign to her, with no discernible reference, at this point in time. But nevertheless, that was a major plot point in the movie. It was also the main element fueling Steven’s lust while he beat off.

What Angel did notice about the action on the screen made her heart beat quicken. It was what the girl was doing with her other hand. The actress was jerking vigorously on the man’s clothed erection as they stood looking into each other’s eyes. Her obvious intent was to make this poor man cum in his pants, and she seemed well on the way to accomplishing her goal. Angel watched the action for a few more moments, and then turned her attention back to Steven’s masturbation. Angel noticed that his hand movements were speeding up over his own cock, almost as if he were trying to match the tempo of the actress’s hand yanking on the man’s hidden dick.

Although enthralled and excited over witnessing all of this, Angel began to feel self-conscious. The uncomfortable feeling grew. She felt she was invading her step brother’s privacy, with no right to be there. The feeling of embarrassment grew by the second, until she finally decided to leave him alone, and go about the business of getting ready for school.

A bit shaken, and still quite aroused, Angel back tracked up the hall to her bedroom entrance. Once inside, she closed the door behind her. Leaning against the door, she took a deep breath, as she tried to collect her thoughts to begin the morning routine. But, the image of Steven jacking that stiff dick of his flashed endlessly in front of her eyes. Still, she made an effort to wipe it from her thoughts as she walked over to the dresser in the corner of the room.

After grabbing the half-full pack of Benson and Hedges Deluxe Ultra Light Menthols and the lighter from her book bag, with coffee in hand, Angel headed through the bathroom door. She placed the cup of coffee, the cigarettes and the lighter on the sink counter, pulled her panties to her knees and sat down on the toilet seat. She grabbed the cigarettes and lighter, flipped the top to the pack and pulled out an all white. Angel normally reveled in the knowledge that she could smoke without worry in the house during her parent’s absences. But on this particular morning that seemed insignificant. All she could think about was Steven’s big dick, and the way his hand jerked up and down. She cursed herself for not sticking around long enough to see Steven writhing on the bed, and to witness the inevitable sperm fireworks. Angel sat there for a moment imagining his hand moving rapidly over the stiff length while his cock spit cum straight up into the air. The mind movie made her shiver and her pussy itch as she began to pee. But then she cursed herself again, and brought the cigarette to her lips, figuring she needed it, if not for anything but to calm herself down.

She was just about to light the cigarette when, from her peripheral vision, she caught sight of the door on Steven’s side just to her right opening ever-so slightly. This startled her into motionlessness for a split second, causing her urine stream to stop in mid splash. But she never turned her head in the direction of the door. She guessed at two possible explanations in that moment. Either the door was never shut properly in the first place, and a draft had caused it to jar open, or her step-brother had purposely opened it. If the second possibility were true, then that would mean Steven would now be standing on the other side of that door looking at her while she sat on the toilet. The latter explanation made her pulse race again, considering the fact that only a minute before; she had been watching him jerk that delicious looking cock in his room. The fact is, at that point she was still very horny from witnessing Steven’s masturbation. A heart-pounding curiosity overtook her as she allowed herself to finish peeing. Angel wanted to see just how far this situation could go.

Seamlessly, trying her best to appear completely unaware of Steven’s presence, she flicked the lighter and finally lit her cigarette, pulling in the first drag. By the time she started to exhale, her urine eased to periodic squirts into the bowl. The echoing sound dwindled within the tiled bathroom as she blew the smoke out in a stream through the provocative open slit of her puckered lips. Her pulse rate surged again when she caught the door move slightly a second time. There were no doubts in her mind, now. She couldn’t see her step-brother, but she knew Steven was definitely positioned on the other side. He was looking at her, and in all likelihood, he was also jacking off behind that door! The revelation made her body tingle and her pussy moisten. She started to imagine that this was what it must feel like to be the main attraction in a live peep show. That thought stimulated her even more, and she brought the cigarette to her lips once again.

With her body succumbing to the building excitement, Angel decided to take this a step farther. Her mind reeled with thoughts of possible outcomes resulting from this indecent situation. The imagery only succeeded in heightening her excitement, and she felt her body quake as she blew another thin stream of smoke into the air. She felt deliciously nasty sitting there on the toilet—cigarette in hand, her panties pulled down and stretched between her wide spread knees—knowing her step-brother was probably on the other side of that door, tugging on his long boner, while he ogled her.

She moved her left hand down, the one not holding the cigarette, placing it between her legs and cupped her vagina. With her spine arched and her head thrown back, she plunged the two middle fingers into the depths of her wet hole. A silent ‘ah’ formed her lips as she began fucking the fingers arduously into the gripping tunnel. All of this became too much for Angel. She started to cum, climaxing very quickly, due to the combined stimuli of her self abuse, and imagining Steven beating off while he watched her fingering herself. Her back ached even more with the initial rush. And with her tits straining forward against the tight, thin tee-shirt—the hard pebble-like nipples pushing the material out farther from in front of her hidden areolas—Angel cried out, surrendering to the waves of pleasure washing over her body. She didn’t care about being too loud at this point. She knew Steven was watching anyway.

Sometime during the onset of her orgasm, the door to her right, Steven’s door, swung open. Still screaming out in pleasure, Angel turned her head to see him standing there. He looked exactly as he did a minute or two before, when he laid in his bed masturbating to the video of the school girl jacking that man off through his trousers. Steven’s dick, still sticking straight out from the wide open slit in his boxers, seem to be even angrier-looking, as he stood in the door frame.

“Sis!” he lamented, crossing the narrow room length-wise, walking briskly over to Angel.

“St-Steven? Oh GOD! Steven!” she cried, still within the grip of her orgasm, her fingers continuing to plunge into her cunt. “Wh-what are you DOING?”

“Fucking HELL, Angel!” Steven groaned. He stood right next to her now on her right side, looking down into her face, his breathing labored.

“What do you mean, ‘what am I doing?!’”

Her aroused step-brother’s cock stuck straight out from his underwear on Angel’s head level. It was pointing stiffly toward her, bobbing just an inch away from her face. Angel was overwhelmed by its size and beauty, seeing it up close for the first time. She took note that Steven’s massive hard-on was already wet and gooey looking. This was probably due to the fact that he still had been masturbating on his bed to the video. Then when he heard Angel come into the bathroom, he got up and continued beating off while watching her from the other side of his door.

Y-you have-ta jerk me off, Sis!” Steven groaned. “I’m sorry, but, you just gotta do it NOW!”

That said, he reached down with one hand, placing it on her right breast and squeezed it through the tee-shirt. Steven’s other hand roughly grabbed his step-sister’s right hand—the hand with the cigarette gripped between the index and middle fingers—and brought it up to his erection. Angel was given no time to put her cigarette down into the ashtray on the sink counter. She was unaware of the fact that Steven actually wanted her to be holding it while he made her jack his cock. She was going to stop and put the burning cigarette down, but Angel went with this in the heat of the moment without question or protest.

Angel immediately wrapped her hand around the bloated girth of Steven’s erection. She began masturbating him without any further prompting. As her fist pumped, the cigarette filter scraped along the blood-engorged, vein-covered surface. It also was scraping over the sensitive head on the up stroke. Sticky seepage leaking steadily through Steven’s urethra began to coat the end of Angel’s cigarette as it scraped over the hole. He cried out in pain and pleasure every time her hand and the cigarette filter passed over the sensitive tip.

“Oh CHRIST, Sis! Jack it! Fuck it hard with your hand!” he ordered.

Obliging Steven’s fervent insistence, the tempo of Angel’s hand sped up. Steven’s responses were reduced to a series of guttural noises, helped along with the increased squeezing pressure she was applying. Angel gripped and pumped Steven’s shaft as if she were polishing one of the balusters on a mahogany banister.

As both step-siblings quickly approached mutual orgasms, due to Angel’s manipulations, their voices took on a softer, more serious tone. Building excitement choked their utterances. The once louder, heated verbal exchanges became more like tortured breathy whispers.

“Jerk my dick off, Sis,” Steven rasped. “Jerk it off and make it shoot.”

“No Steven,” she panting, both of her hands in motion, pleasuring the two of them at the same time. “Pl-Please don’t cum!”

Angel’s cock wrenching hand was a blur of movement at this point. Ashes braking free from the blurred cigarette fell in grey cinders, scattering haphazardly across her moving fingers, and onto his wet erection. Her gripping hand squeezed on its journey up and down, working the ashes into the sticky cum coating the surface of his stiff dick.

“Please don’t cum, Ste-Steven,” she continued to plead in a hushed tone.

Within the midst of this indecent encounter, even through the preliminary rumblings of a second maddening orgasm, the teasing step-sister had the presence of mind to apply a little tried-and-true sibling strategy. Really, where Angel was concerned, this trick was nothing new. She had been playing this game with Steven for years of saying or demanding the opposite of what she actually wanted in order to get the very thing she wanted. During conflicts, while they were growing up together, Steven tended to do things just to spite his sister. In time, as this tendency repeated itself, Angel learned to turn it around in her favor. In this case, Angel knew it would probably serve to confuse Steven in his present state of mind, while it fueled his lust and drove him wild.

“Please, Steven,” she pleaded again in a whisper, while jerking his boner all the harder. “Please don’t make me do this! Pl-please don’t cum!”

Pleading with him not to do the very thing she was precipitating by jacking him off all the harder certainly fueled his lust alright! It was working. Looking up at Steven, Angel could see his expression change from the innocent apologetic out-of-control look, to that of impassioned anger. With his eyes glowing hot, his brows knitted and he began to breathe through gritted teeth.

Aggressively, he grabbed her wrist, gripping it tightly. The pressure caused Angel to wince, but the pain she felt succeeded in stoking her own passion. The smoke from her cigarette rose in front of Steven’s face, as he started to guide her movements, using her wrist as he would a pump handle. Now, a new dynamic was put into motion. Her arm was being forced to move vertically, so that her hand not only jacked from front to back, but also was lifting his cock up and down in an alternate pattern during the heated strokes.

“Shut up, and do what you’re told!” Steven barked, his testes just seconds away from eruption.

“No! We can’t do this, Steven! It’s wrong!” she replied in a well-faked petulance. Angel suddenly let go of his dick, and yanked her arm from his grasp. She stopped fingering herself, and looked away from Steven’s bouncing erection.

“Now, get out of here and leave me alone!” Angel spouted, while sitting upright on the toilet seat, and tossing her shoulder-length, blonde hair.

“I’ve got to finish getting ready for school,” she continued, now looking angrily up at his face. “And you haven’t even started. So, go get your coffee and then get a move on!”

Trying to think two moves ahead, Angel continued with her plan to encourage a spiteful reaction from Steven.

“Go!” she reiterated, and then turned her head away from him again, looking straight at the towel rack on the wall opposite from her.

Her step-brother still stood next to her on her right as she sat there on the toilet seat. From her peripheral vision, she could see his huge erection bouncing in the air just above her shoulder. It was so close she could feel the heat from its presence right against her cheek.

Acting as if she were in a huff, Angel brought the cigarette up to her lips for a drag. Her intentions were to appear aloof, or irritated and standoffish. For a fleeting moment, she was considering standing up after her drag, pulling her panties back up, and then like a defiant brat, blowing her smoke right into Steven’s face. Angel thought that she would then start walking away, playing the ultimate “dick tease.”

In turn, she had expected Steven to do one of two things. Either he would just stand there looking silly with his dick still hanging out, an expression of stunned rejection settling on his face while he watched her walk away. Or, he would become even more frustrated, and in response, he would stop her in her tracks, grab her hand and force her to resume the hand-job. Either way amounted to fun for Angel. Of course, blowing smoke in Steven’s face would have started something Angel would not have bargained for. In hindsight, the idea of standing up would have been a smart move on Angel’s part, because then she’d receive the result of Steven’s lust on her belly and legs. In the long run though, she stayed put on the toilet, figuring it would be more spiteful to remain seated as Steven just stood there dumbfounded.

However, she was oblivious to a couple of factors. First of all, Angel did not know Steven was already on the verge of ejaculating when she let go of his cock. Secondly, she was still ignorant of her step-brother’s erotic fixation on women who smoke. So, little did Angel know, she only exacerbated matters by bringing the cigarette to her lips and using it as a prop in her little act of petulance. Angel was unprepared, and completely caught off guard by the result of her actions. The sight of his sexy step-sister taking a drag from her cigarette pushed Steven over the edge.

It happened very quickly. In the moments during her drag, Angel felt the throbbing head of her step-brother’s dick pressing directly against her right cheek bone near her eye. It quickly slid down her face, its path greased by an initial glut of leaking semen. This left a streak in its wake on her alabaster skin. Steven’s cock head finally came to rest, plugged into the hollow created by her drag right next to her mouth. While Angel’s lips pulled on the cigarette, she felt something else in that very moment, as well. The tip of his dick expanded with the onset of another pulse of sperm. It shot that pulse out with considerable force against her face, filling the concave depression instantly. Because his cock head was pressed right up against her skin, it forced a star-shaped splatter out in several directions. One off-shoot draped over the cigarette filter as she pulled it from her mouth.

Angel’s lips sprang open with a pop as she pulled the ball of smoke into her lungs, sounding an accentuated, surprised gasp in doing so. Within that second, Steven pulled back from her face, and before he could grab hold of his erection, it shot off again.

“Angel!” he groaned, while this spurt sailed perfectly through the empty space left between her open lips during her smoke-filled gasp without so much as touching them. The sperm ribbon crossed in front of her face the rest of the way at high velocity, landing with a splat against the tiled wall on her left side. Steven grabbed his dick and began pumping madly. Finally reacting, Angel turned her head in surprise toward Steven’s crotch.

His dick surged again, this time sending another spurt from an inch distance, directly into Angel’s sweet face. With the speed of a knife slash, it instantly cut a jagged line of sperm across her features, starting from her left eye, moving down her face, and crossing over her mouth as she began to blow out the smoke. The line of cum didn’t break as it crossed her mouth. Instead it formed a string bridge, connecting her parted lips. The forced stream of smoke and air issuing from her lips rushed past the string, bending its shape outward at the source, while the front of the cloud blew continuously over her step-brother’s erupting cock. Angel finished her exhale and looked up at Steven with a tormented grimace.

“Oh no, Steven!” Angel cried. “Please don’t cum! Please don’t c—“ Her protest was cut off when Steven suddenly shot another sizable squirt. It landed in a diagonal pattern, back up and over her lips again, across her nose and onto her right cheek.

“Shit Steven! No! No! No!” Angel sobbed, the warm spurts coming with more rapidity, striking her face as she shook her head back and forth, while her step-brother just stood there beating off.

By the time it ended, Steven had completely drenched his step-sister’s face with his massive discharge. From her straight blonde bangs down to her tee-shirt clad tits, Angel wore the wet product of her step-brother’s excitement.

Although she was still unaware at this point of the role her cigarette smoking had played in bringing out Steven’s frustrated lust, this encounter further heightened, and changed Angel’s libido. Like the affects of a highly addictive drug, the incident fueled her need for more illicit sexual experiences. It also intensified her newly acquired desire to see stiff erections uncontrollably shooting sperm. And all brought on, through Angel’s perception, by her looks and her behavior. She derived immeasurable satisfaction out of driving men wild, and from knowing that she is both the cause and cure to their temporary insanity.

In truth, her desires were really much kinkier than previously described. Now, within her recently-developed promiscuous tendencies, Angel not only loved to see a man's seed erupting from his hard penis; she also loved the taste, and especially craved the feeling of it shooting on her skin. She reveled in her new-found power, and in her ability to easily cause men to sprout erections. It was quickly becoming a honed science.

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Take now, for instance.

Within a relatively short span of time, through her stealth, instigative teasing, Angel succeeded in driving a normally collected, in-control and feared vice-principal wild enough to do the unthinkable. She purposefully incited him to seduce her, in order to get out of trouble.

Vice-Principal Hogarth had called Angel into his office to finally reprimand her for being tardy much too often. The meeting had started normal enough, but somehow—and he couldn't quite remember how—it took a sexual turn. Sure, he thought Angel Tucker was an attractive young woman, but his behavior had turned radical so very quickly. He couldn't understand why and how this situation came to be. One thing had led to another in such rapid succession, the details began to blur together in Hogarth’s mind. He tried to think back.

One minute they were standing in the middle of his office, just talking. He held her record sheet in his hand, sternly pointing out her frequent tardiness. He was also strongly reprimanding her, while she looked on shyly. In retrospect, it seemed to Hogarth that within the very next minute, everything changed drastically. The record sheet had been dropped to the floor, and suddenly, they were clutching one another in a heated embrace, and kissing passionately. He remembered noticing the faint aroma of cigarette smoke delicately suffused with her perfume. The heady fragrant mixture permeated his senses. That scent, combined with the taste of her lips, and the feel of her breasts crushing against his chest, made his penis begin to grow.

From there, the situation seemed to rapidly spiral downward into ever-deepening depravity. As they stood there kissing fervidly, the girl had grabbed his stiff cock through the thin, baggy fabric of his dress pants. He remembered that it startled him, but the feeling almost made him faint. The blood rushed from his head quickly, and in almost an instant, his penis became fully engorged, pushing his trousers out into a tent. Before he knew it, he found himself thrusting his stiffened length of cock into her fist. With his encouragement, Angel began jacking him off right through his pants. He yanked up Angel’s skirt and drew her panties to the side. After roughly plunging two fingers into her moist hole, he started finger-banging her vagina to the same rhythm she was beating out on his cloth-covered erection.

So, within the course of an hour, right there in his office, Angel first made the vice-principal blow an initial load of sperm inside his trousers, as she also strongly climaxed around his prodding fingers. At the tip of his erupting cock, semen was being pushed out through the fabric. The slime oozed into her squeezing fist, further lubricating her palm. Sticky squelching sounds began to fill the office; a byproduct of their combined orgasms. They were still standing there, kissing feverishly when all of this was happening. He bellowed into her mouth during his release, and Angel moaned around his invading tongue while savagely tugging his clothed erection through the ejaculation. As the spurts of his pants-drenching semen began to subsided, he broke the long kiss. He yanked Angel’s hand off the cloth tent in his trousers, and abruptly pushed her down into his office chair. Standing next to her, and wasting no time, he frantically pulled down the zipper of his pants and stuck his hand inside. Hogarth hurriedly pulled his sperm-soaked cock through the opening, and began masturbating right against her cheek.

Angel pulled the material of her panties to one side, and began to stimulating her clitoris, while she rubbed her face against the tip of Hogarth’s erection. He stood there for a time using and abusing her face, bumping the head of his dick into Angel’s cheek and wiping it around her ear as he jerked off. Occasionally he’d saw its stiffened length back and forth across her begging, open lips. At one point, out of his mind with lust, he tried to shove the long shaft through the hoop earring hanging from her left earlobe. Being a wide hoop, he managed to plug the head of his cock all the way through. The feeling of the silver metal surrounding the crown was delicious to him. He immediately began to shoot off against her cheek that way, pointing his dick in an upward direction while the spurting head remained stuck through the hoop. He pulled out and shot more sperm onto the earring and into her ear, as well. He then pulled back even more and ejaculated across the rest of her face, sending jagged lines and streaks over her cheeks and her nose.

Angel fingered her clitoris through the entire affair. Screaming incoherently, she had brought herself to a maddening peak at the precise moment her face was being drenched. The secretions from her orgasm poured forth, as well. They ran down her hand and down the insides of her thighs, where the liquid eventually forming a small puddle on the leather seat. Angel continued pleasuring her pussy—plunging two middle fingers of her hand into her vaginal passage—well after that explosion diminished, determined to bring herself off again.

Apparently, for Hogarth, that last orgasm he experienced wasn’t enough either. With his breathing labored, and his face flush, he kept masturbating up against her soiled face in a controlled frenzy. The head of his cock prodded and poked into the mess left on her cheek from his last ejaculation. Long sticky strings connected the tip of his cock to her face. They’d stretch and droop like pulled taffy with the forward and back motion of his body.

All in all, Hogarth had climaxed all over her face and her blouse, not once, but twice that morning. She kept encouraging him the whole time, wickedly begged him for his sperm, while she fingered herself through several more orgasms.

Right after the last spurts from that second cum shower struck her face, Mr. Hogarth dropped to his knees at her feet.

Now, he was performing cunnilingus on her quaking pussy, as she sat on his office chair.

I STILL can’t understand how it came to this in the first place? The educator wondered, his mind reeling as the cock sticking out from his opened trousers steadily stiffened back up to its full length once more.

How in hell did I allow this to happen? Have I suddenly gone mad? I should be horse-whipped for taking advantage of this poor girl, and for doing all of these immoral things to her!

There was no doubt, though. Contrary to what the vice-principal believed, Angel had orchestrated this whole episode. She wanted this to happen. She instigated all of the tension-filled, pent-up releases right out of his balls, from the one she made him do in his pants, to the couple right against her face. Now she wanted to see if she were capable and wicked enough to be able to coax another ejaculation from the educator's over-worked testicles. She so desired to have her face coated with yet another warm, immoral wet blast from his enormous dick. Only this time she wanted to further inflame his already angered passion. She wanted to incite him to do it again by being as naughty as she possibly could.

Angel looked over at her book bag sitting next to her on the administrator’s desk. The catalyst to inspire her third indecent facial cum shower was held within that bag. Unbeknownst to the preoccupied vice-principal, she reached into the bag’s side pocket and pulled out her cigarettes and lighter, while Hogarth continued to service her pussy.

Yes! she thought. I'll be his perfect ‘bad girl’...Just like in the video...a girl who needs to be disciplined… with his cum!

To fully grasp what had happened, and what was about to happen, certain things need to be brought into the light.


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About a week before this encounter with Mr. Hogarth, and only days after the incident with Steven, Angel had witnessed a strange sequence of events transpiring in front of her high school. It puzzled her at the time. But the meaning became apparent soon after. By sheer chance, enlightenment came to Angel through a series of flashes. These sudden acknowledgements instantly led to startling revelations not only concerning her school vice-principal’s sexual secrets, but also went far in explaining Steven’s reactions during the encounter in their shared bathroom, while also providing an explanation for his behavior leading up to that sexually-charged morning. Psychologically speaking, in truth, these revelations also affected Angel’s id, forever changing her sexual appetites.

The sun shone bright in the early afternoon sky during another in a long string of abnormally hot spring days. Intermittent balmy gusts of wind lifted Angel’s fine blonde hair back from her face as she sat on one of the benches under the roof of the pavilion located in the park adjacent to St. Catherine’s High. This was Angel’s last study hall break of the day. She sat comfortably, smoking a cigarette while going over the notes for a test slated to happen in the next period. Angel wasn’t concerned about being seen smoking there because the roof of the pavilion, along with the trees surrounding the structure, provided a good shield around her. It was the ideal place where all of the students who smoked came to have a cigarette in relative safety. Angel could see the front of the school through the foliage, and she knew no one behind the classroom windows would be able to see inside the pavilion.

At one point, she looked up from her notebook and noticed two other female students standing together chatting in the sunlight, just a few yards from her, closer to the school. These students were girls with whom Angel did not associate. She did know that one of the girls was a senior named Joan. After a minute or so, the girl whose name Angel could not recall said goodbye to Joan and trotted off toward the front doors of the school.

Meanwhile, Joan remained outside. She stood there for a few moments, just looking around at the landscape, her long, brown hair fluttering in the warm breeze. Joan then pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from her book bag. She shook a tapered 100 from the pack into her hand, placed its filter between her lips and lit the cigarette, taking her first drag. Not knowing Joan personally, Angel tried to guess whether the girl was stupid, brave, unaware, or just plain crazy, smoking in plain view, right in front of the school.

Settling on crazy as the explanation, Angel sat forward, taking a drag from her cigarette while she looked up at the school through the fluttering leaves of the trees. It hadn't occurred to her at the moment that the windows of the administrative offices on the second floor faced out from the brownstone facade. But this fact soon became apparent moments later.

After her initial light-up and first drag, Joan tilted her head up slightly and exhaled her smoke straight into the air. Angel's eyes followed the stream of smoke as it formed a cloud which rose past a set of windows on the second floor. But these weren't just any classroom windows, Angel suddenly realized, as her eyes stopped and began to focus on a lone figure standing behind the glass. She immediately recognized the vice-principal's face. It was Mr. Hogarth standing there peering out the window, looking right at Joan as she brought the cigarette back up to her mouth for another drag.

Oh Christ, Angel thought. She's in for it now!

Within that brief moment, Angel considered yelling a warning to Joan, and she was just about to do so. However, there was something in Hogarth's facial expression that made her pause. He stood at the window almost motionless, his face somewhat slack. She could detect a daze in his eyes. There wasn't a hint of anger showing on his face, which would have been what Angel expected to see. No. He wasn't angry at all. Instead, much to Angel's bewilderment, a part surprised, part pleasured look seemed to show in his expression.

It was about then that Angel noticed the motion Hogarth's upper right arm was making. It was moving back and forth as he stared out at the girl. The window sill came up to around his stomach area, so Angel had no conception of what he might be doing with his hand.

Perhaps he’s scratching his leg? she guessed, but, it just seemed odd.

Then as Joan's lips pursed and began blowing another perfect ever-expanding, cone-shaped stream of smoke into the air in front of her, Angel saw Hogarth's eyes close about half way. At the same moment, his head tilted back ever-so slightly, his mouth gaping open. If Angel didn't know any better, she could swear Hogarth was somehow enjoying the sight of this student breaking the rules.

Joan took a few more drags while Angel studied this phenomenon. She watched Joan continuing to casually smoke, and studied the vice-principal’s reactions to this innocent, albeit illegal, exhibition. Angel took note of the fact that Mr. Hogarth’s arm kept moving in much the same manner throughout all of this, only occasionally becoming more erratic, especially when Joan would bring the cigarette to her lips. The movement noticeably increased when she would exhale her smoke.

Then, with one final drag and a full exhale, Joan dropped the spent cigarette to the pavement. After crushing it out, the girl made her way back into the school through the front doors.

Angel watched Mr. Hogarth bring both of his hands up to the window sill. Grasping the edge, the vice-principal leaned heavily forward against the sill, almost as if he were exhausted. His head slumped low for a moment, and then shook back and forth. He raised his head up, and looked straight out into the park with a vacant stare in his expression. Both arms then dropped down from the sill and were now pulled in slightly, his hidden hands doing something Angel could not see due to the obstruction of the building's facade. Angel could see him draw in a deep breath. And then, after letting it out in an exaggerated exhale, he retreated into the shadow of the room, no more to be seen.

Angel didn't know how to interpret this event. It just didn't make sense at the time. Through-out the course of that day, and through the next couple of days, she checked the school bulletin board for Joan's name to appear on the detention list. But it never did. She waited that day and the next to hear of any suspensions or expulsions through the grapevine. But again, nothing. How did Joan get away with what would be a major infraction? Also, what was up with Hogarth's reactions at the window that day as he watched the sexy student smoke her cigarette?

No. None of this made any sense to Angel.

Then, several days later, the night before her encounter with Mr. Hogarth, things started to clear. Angel and her closest friend Jill were sitting on the floor in Angel’s bedroom, searching online for cigarette sales. They were looking for sites offering cartons for cheap through mail order. Jill had come up with the idea of trying it a few weeks before, and Angel considered it genius. So that night, after various searches, and much debate over the best deals, they finally settled on a site which offered up to 30% discounts on cartons. Both of the girls made their purchase decisions and placed their orders using Jill’s older brother’s credit card. She had worked out an agreement with him whereby the two girls would pool their money and pay him a fee for the use of the card. It was worth it in the long run, considering the retail prices of cartons at the smoke shop downtown. The girls had the delivery angle figured out, as well. They knew they couldn’t have something like that delivered to their homes—their parents would stop this sort of thing cold, and then promptly punish them for smoking, in the first place. So they went in together on the cost of a PO box.

After ordering, the two best friends sat there for awhile, gossiping and laughing, joking, and getting pissed about this, that or something else. They talked about their boyfriends and other boys they had their eyes on, while they searched the web for this, that or something else. Eventually, Angel and Jill started calling up some porn sites through random searches. At first, they viewed nothing hardcore; just beefcake web pages featuring guys posing partially nude. They realized those sites catered to gay men, but they didn’t care. Most of the photos showed men who were muscle-bound “Adonises” in the girls’ minds, and they found them quite exciting to view, notwithstanding.

With Angel at the helm, and through Jill’s encouragement, the two moved on to searching out more explicit sex sites. Then, quite accidentally, through a mere coincidental choice of keywords Angel had typed into the search engine, the girls found themselves viewing links of a different nature on the engine’s results page. Some of the text results were links to community forums where posted topics seemed to be centered on the act of smoking, while others were links to web pages which featured photographs and movies. Regardless of the variety, all of the links on that first page of results had a common thread of eroticism running through them. Furthermore, the girls instantly noticed that every last one focused on women smoking.

“What is all of this?” Jill queried, looking up from the page and shooting Angel a puzzled glance. Angel continued scanning the results, then looked up at Jill with an identical expression.

“I don’t know,” Angel replied, biting her bottom lip.

“Well, what did you type?” Jill shot back, still trying to figure out what she was viewing in the results.

“Um, ‘smoking sex,’” she said with an embarrassed laugh. Of course, Angel had mistakenly used the present participle “smoking” to imply “hot” as an adjective.

“Wow,” Jill gasped in an astonished voice. “Smoking and sex? What’s all the interest about, I wonder? What do you make of it?”

“You got me,” Angel continued staring at the results.

“Let’s check it out”

“Okay…Hmm, let’s see here,” Angel mumbled, perusing the first five-or-so links on the page. “Let’s try this one.”

Angel clicked a link entitled “Hot Smoke Hub.”

It was a smoking fetish porn site—a website showing capture links to sample video clips of sexy women, and in some cases younger women their age, smoking cigarettes. Some of the videos were soft porn; just showing girls wearing lipstick, make-up and earrings lighting up, dragging, and blowing smoke in a suggestive fashion.

But there were other videos that were quite a bit harder. There were clips of girls smoking while getting fucked by men. There were movies of smoking girls sucking off their men. There was also a clip of a girl, with a cigarette held between her fingers, masturbating an impossibly rock-hard, towering cock. Angel clicked on the link and the very short video started, immediately showing the girl’s cigarette-clutching fingers wrapped around the cock. She jacked it through a few strokes and then suddenly the cock started shooting semen straight up into the air. The rocketing sperm fell back down, only to splatter all over the girl’s jacking fist, and all over her cigarette. In the case of the latter, the final frames of this short video showed several massive volleys of cum shooting up in front of her startled face. The ribbons of sperm could then be seen falling back down, landing on her cigarette and putting it out, while more male seed dripped in strands from her fingers and from the cigarette.

Both Angel and Jill giggled, ‘oo-ing’ and ‘ah-ing’ on occasion. While taking this all in, they looked at one another with startled wide-eyed expressions of their own.

"Shit, girl! W-What the fuck?" Jill sputtered in shock, laughing nervously at one point during the last video. She didn't know what to make of this male fixation. Certainly, the sex part was hot and arousing to her, but she puzzled over the smoking aspect.

Angel reacted in much the same way, feeling both puzzled and aroused. But then, something started to make sense to her. It wasn't totally clear at first; just a nagging feeling somewhere in the back of her mind. A half-baked realization slowly started to formulate in her consciousness when she spied a section of the dirty website seemingly devoted to one aspect, one niche of this strange fetish.

There were thumbnail image links to pictures and videos depicting girls in the middle of blowing out perfectly-formed streams of smoke. The theme seemed to be just focused on exhales. But another important factor was also at play here, as well. In some of the thumbnails, big, stiff cocks were positioned dangerously close to the women’s faces, and especially close to their pursed lips. It was also evident that the owners of the angry cocks were jacking off right in front of the girls' faces, while the smoke from their pursed-lip exhales streamed at the men's penises.

They continued looking through the site, both girls laughing slyly and nudging one another. Then at one point Jill excused herself to go to the bathroom. Angel took this opportunity to bookmark that particular section of the dirty website for future perusal. It meant something, but what exactly it meant Angel did not know.

The significance of all of this continued to nag at Angel's consciousness through the rest of Jill's visit, even long after the girls had moved on to other matters. Angel couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something vaguely reminiscent about the smoking fetish website, and especially about the section she had bookmarked. It rang a bell in her memory, but the peal was faint. She hadn't connected the dots to the incident she had observed transpiring in front of the school that day, as of yet—one of those dots being her memory of the look she saw on Mr. Hogarth’s face, while he spied through the window at Joan that afternoon. But those connections were certainly made later in evening.

Finally alone in her room after Jill went home, Angel removed her jeans, throwing them onto the chair in the corner. She plopped tummy down on her bed, and positioned the laptop in front of her. She hurriedly called up the bookmarked video page she had saved earlier, and began pursuing the many subdivisions. She came to a section entitled "Exhales From Heaven." All of the sample captures were intriguing to Angel, but as her eyes glanced across that part of the page, one video thumbnail link image caught her attention. It had an equally attention-grabbing title.

School girl smoking facial.

The image showed a capture taken from the video of a pretty young uniformed school girl with shoulder-length brown hair and large hoop earrings. The girl was kneeling submissively on the floor at the feet of a well dressed older gentleman. They were in a classroom in front of a big desk, with a blackboard on the wall in the background. Obviously, the man was a teacher. Upon further inspection, Angel noticed the zipper to his pants was wide open. She stifled a gasp when she realized that his cock was fully exposed. It was a big one, as usual for porn, much like all the other penises she had seen at this page. Angel wondered where they found these handsome, well-endowed actors; there seemed to be an abundance of them. She envied the person in charge of casting. At any rate, the way the man’s stiff shaft pushed out from the opening of his proper dress pants looked deliciously obscene to Angel. The exposed organ was positioned just inches from the hapless girl's face, with the bloated tip pointing directly at her mouth. The teacher's head was thrown back and his mouth was wide open, seemingly in the midst of a passion-driven scream. Angel squinted, looking closer at the photo. She glanced back down at the man’s huge erection which was being held firmly in the grasp of his hand. To Angel's excitement, it was shooting sperm. The still caught the handsome actor apparently in the middle of an orgasm right there in front of the young woman's face.

The girl had a cigarette in her left hand. It was being femininely held between the "v" of the index and middle fingers. Her hand was positioned close to her face, as if she had just taken a drag. And indeed that was the case, because her lips were pursed in the shape of a relaxed kiss, and a stream of smoke was issuing from the small opening. The girl's smoke was jetting against the teacher's pants, but ultimately it was striking directly at his exploding cock head as a silvery stream of semen shot forth. One corner of the girl's pursed, smoke-blowing lips had a strand of white sperm hanging down, obviously placed there by a previously shot squirt of flying semen. Staring transfixed at the image, Angel’s pulse quickened. She felt dizzy, and her chest began heaving softly.

Suddenly, something else about the capture from this movie teased her memory. Again, she couldn’t put her finger on exactly what it was about this video that raised flags. But Angel knew that somehow she had seen this somewhere before. Unable to pinpoint why it seemed familiar, she shrugged off the feeling for the moment, sucked in a heated breath and then clicked the mouse over the capture to access the video.

The player loaded quickly, and the video began by showing a blue screen with a warning disclaimer. "Sexually explicit—all models over eighteen years of age." Angel shifted in her prostrate posture, getting more comfortable and propped herself up on her elbows in front of her Acer.

The blue screen dissolved and the first scene opened showing the cute young girl from the capture walking toward the camera down an empty long echoing corridor in a school building.

There was no question about it, in Angel’s mind. The young woman was striking. She stood at about five feet six inches tall. Her somewhat tangled and disheveled wavy brown, shoulder-length hair framed a face which could only be described as being ultra-smoldering in a way that suggests a passionate nature—sultry and sexy. Angel felt that the actress/model had the kind of face that would cause most men to just about swoon. She could easily imagine men falling victim to the raw sexuality this woman seemed to exude—experiencing the feeling of the blood rushing from their heads, their pants instantly tightening in response as they gazed upon her features.

And swooning wouldn’t be the only reaction men would have looking upon this rare beauty. To Angel, this girl had the kind of face that screamed to be covered in a man’s sperm. Full, reddish lips, set in an almost perpetual pout, were positioned below a delicately-shaped, up-turned nose. Her eyes were a piercing shade of brown, and sat gracefully back from the bridge of her nose. They were highlighted above by softly, upward-arching eyebrows which gave her expression an almost constant startled and passion-filled quality. Her skin, almost luminous, was of a slight pale complexion. A hint of freckling speckled across the curves of her soft cheeks and her nose. Her wavy brown tangles swept slightly back and away from her lovely face. The silver hoop earrings dandling from her tender earlobes, produced a devastatingly provocative effect, catching glimmers of light as they swayed against her tapered neck. To say the least, the young girl's face powerfully communicated sexual want and appetite.

Her body, as the phrase famed in song and story goes, was "made for sin." The somewhat tight school uniform she wore struggled to fit her delectable curves. A white blouse worn under her parted, over-sized blue-and-gold varsity sweater, stretched taut across her full, jutting breasts. Three buttons to the shirt located at the swell, from the top of her cleavage to just below her breasts, strained valiantly to stay clasped under the thrusting force. From a thin waist, a green and black plaid-pleated skirt draped down over curved hips and full buttocks. The garment swished back and forth with her movements as she walked past the camera down the hall. The back tilt of her pelvic region became evident as she passes, and the camera pans down. Albeit natural, her ass was provocatively thrusting out and back as if in invitation.

Overall, her persona was direct and captivating. The girl's looks—her face, the make-up she wore, her hair and jewelry, her body and her demeanor, all together—projected both an innocent quality, while at the same time putting out wanton sexuality.

Naughty! Angel thought. Yes, a horny-looking, man-teasing, boner-inspiring goddess.

Angel watched as the young woman stopped just outside of the girl's rest room door, her back still to the camera.

She turned and peered cautiously up and down the length of the hallway. Once satisfied the hall was vacant, she pushed on the door and entered the bathroom. The door swung closed behind her as she listened closely, while looking around to see if she was indeed alone in the lavatory. She walked over to one of the many sinks lining the far wall and quickly checked her appearance in the mirror, turning her head to and fro. Placing her bag on the sink she began rummaging though the contents of the front pocket, eventually producing a tube of lipstick from its depths. She pulled off the top and turned the applicator to extend the red stick. Shaping her mouth into an oval, she applied a fresh coat of cherry lipstick, running the glistening tip across both lips. She pressed her lips together to ensure an even distribution, placed the top back on the applicator and returned the lipstick to her bag. Her hand emerged from the pocket, but this time with her fingers gripping a small glass bottle of perfume. She removed the cap from the elegantly-shaped container, and placed her index finger on the pump. Looking in the mirror, she took aimed at her hair and sprayed a sweet, fragrant, atomized cloud into her soft tresses. She capped the bottle, returned it to her bag, glancing approvingly at her reflection in the mirror.

After tousling her hair a bit, her lovely brown eyes shifted from the mirror toward the direction of the door. She walked back over to the door and pulled on the handle to open it slightly. Peering out into the corridor, the girl once again looked up and down its length. Still no sign of life; the hallway was empty. A subtly crooked, wicked smile crossed her newly-painted lips.

Convinced she was safely alone; the girl closed the door and walked back over to her bag on the sink. Reaching into the front pocket again, she pulled out a pack of Salem 100s and a lighter. After shaking out an all-white cigarette and placing the filter tip between her freshly painted lips, she returned the pack to her bag. Red lipstick immediately stained the filter as she cupped the Bic lighter around the top with one hand, as she struck the flint wheel with the thumb of the other. While lighting the cigarette, she sauntered back over to the door. The flame from the ignited lighter rose and bent to touch the tip of her cigarette as she walked. Standing there in front of the door, her cheeks hollowed while pulling the first drag into her mouth, as she dropped the lighter into the side pocket of her varsity sweater. She took a long puff, and her lips sprung open in a snap inhale just after pulling the lipstick stained cigarette away from her face. Still facing the door of the bathroom, she slowly blew the lung-full of smoke in a steady stream through her saucy lips. The smoke continually rushed against the door, the cloud mushrooming back toward her. The girl smiled, sighing in satisfaction, as she turned around, and slouched against the door in a relaxed posture. Facing into the cavernous bathroom, she brought the cigarette back to her lips for another cheek-hollowing drag. She popped the smoke down into her lungs once again, and her breasts heave outward with the motion, parting her open sweater even more. This time, with her head tilted up, she blew the smoke into the air above her. Another naughty smile played across her face, and she closed her eyes in satisfaction.

The scene then jump cuts to a man sitting behind a desk. He's working at a computer, obviously inside an office located in the same school. Angel recognized the man as the actor in the video capture who ends up beating off into the face of the girl. He's a handsome man, somewhere around the age of 35, with a sturdy muscular build. The bangs from his longish blonde hair hung slightly over his eyebrows while he worked diligently at his desktop PC. As he was typing on the keyboard, Angel noticed a name plate sitting on the desk in front of him.

To her amazement, the character was the vice-principal of the school. His name was Mr. Robert Lowe. And because the girl in the video was suppose to be around Angel’s age, although she looked a bit older, she briefly thought about her and Mr. Hogarth. Angel had not, however, begun to connect the apparent dots to the incident she witnessed at her school. But the familiarity associated with this arrangement nagged at her, just the same. Something else about the video itself nagged at her memory. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she had seen this before.

But, that’s impossible, Angel thought. How could I have watched this movie before? I only just found this web page tonight!

Again baffled, she tried to shrug off the strange feeling once more, and refocus on the video.

The handsome vice-principal finished whatever he was doing on the computer, and got up from his seat behind the desk. He grabbed his suit jacket which was draped on the back of the chair and he put it on as he strolled out of the shot.

The scene cut once again to the hall outside of the bathroom. The school girl was still inside the rest room with her back against the door while she smoked her cigarette. Footsteps were then heard echoing down the hall, their source off camera.

Angel's heart raced while she watched the screen because she could guess what was going to happen next. The girl was about to be caught smoking in the lavatory, and disciplinary action would be dispensed. Knowing this was a porn video, and judging from the thumbnail capture she had been looking at earlier, she knew that the "discipline" would eventually end up being dolled out from the tip of the vice-principal character’s stiff cock. Angel continued to watch with her excitement growing stronger as the source of the footsteps drew closer to the camera.

The vice-principal appeared in the shot, walking by the girls’ rest room. No more than a few feet passed the entrance, his stride began to slow. Eventually he came to a halt; apparently stopped in his tracks by a very distinctive odor. With his face cringing as he sniffed the air trying to locate the source, he turned and retraced his steps. His nose led him right to the bathroom entrance. He stood in front of the door and listened quietly for a moment. The sound of the girl's feet shuffling on the tiled floor could be heard off camera. The shot changed to the scene happening inside the rest room, showing the young student repositioning herself against the door. She was in the middle of a long drag from her fresh cigarette when the vice-principal pushed against the door. It pitched her forward a bit as it opened. Startled and caught slightly off balance, the young girl quickly turned around, coming face to face with the second-in-charge at the school.

Angel sucked in another excited gasp as the camera showed a tight profile close-up of their faces suddenly positioned a mere inch apart. They were so close; Angel thought they might begin to kiss. But because of the timing and their position, the girl started blowing the smoke from her last drag right against the vice-principal’s face. His eyes closed in a defensive reflex.

The camera angle quickly switched down to show their close-set pelvises. The girl's hand—the one holding the smoldering cigarette—momentarily rested by her side. The camera shot also revealed the condition of the male character’s pants. A prominent bulge was visible in profile at the front of his loose trousers. Angel didn’t know how he managed to become so excited so quickly. Perhaps it was a mistake in continuity overlooked by the editor. Maybe it actually happened in real time; a genuine excited reaction to the girl blowing smoke in his face. Nevertheless, there it was in all its glory. His growing erection twitched noticeably behind the fabric of his trousers.

That shot panned back up their bodies, first showing the soft, jutting curves of the student’s blouse-covered breasts resting against the vice-principal's suit-jacketed chest. When the camera finally arrived at their faces again, the girl's mouth was agape in shock, and her breathing was coming in short but soft gasps. His closed eyes began to open as he coughed slightly from the effects of having her smoke blown into his face. A moment passed in utter silence with the two of them just standing there like that, looking into each others eyes, the expressions frozen on their faces. Apparently sensing something touching her skirt, the young girl looked down between their closely positioned bodies. The camera angle cuts again, showing the girl’s point of view as she looked down. This time the vice-principal's trousers were grossly distended. A lengthy tent shape was now pushing out from his crotch, with the tip of the erection prodding and denting her skirt.

Angel gasped again, and began fingering her panty-clad vagina as she watched the girl's cigarette holding hand move quickly toward the educator's boner. This move seemed to be involuntary on the girl's part—a reflex action, more or less. A quick shot of her face showed her looking down at her moving hand, her facial expression taking on a disbelieving, quizzical appearance, as if to question, "What is it doing?" However, the girl did nothing to stop her own movements—and the shot switched again showing her hand reaching the teacher's erection and then taking it into her grasp.

The scene cuts back to their faces. A momentary expression of mild shock appeared on the vice-principal’s face. But, that expression was quickly replaced by a growing cold, hard stare. He sucked in a deep breath while gritting his teeth as he brought his hands up to grip her shoulders.

"WHAT," he blurted out loud, "is the MEANING of this young woman?"

The force of the vice-principle's demanding, anger-punctuated words cut deep into the very core of the student's being. Angel could detect an uncontrollable shiver of fear sweeping through the girl’s body. Coming to her senses, the student abruptly let go of his pants-covered dick as if her hand had just been seared by touching a hot pot handle. She then dropped the cigarette to the floor, and stood there staring deeply into his eyes, a look of horror painted on her face.

"Care to, um, accompany me to my office?" he asked in a snide tone, scowling menacingly at her, his large hands roughly gripping her deltoids, squeezing and pushing her shoulders up into a shrug.

"Perhaps, once we’re there, you can attempt to explain what you were doing in this bathroom, while I document this incident in your record?"

The girl nodded her head in frightened consent while he continued to gaze angrily into her eyes.

"Pick that up," he growled in a suppressed, angry tone, his eyes indicating the burning cigarette on the floor below them.

"Pick that thing up off the floor, get your bag, and come with me."

They were still standing close to one another with relatively little space between their bodies when the girl started to crouch down in order to retrieve the lit cigarette beside their feet. This began an unfortunate series of errors. On the way down, her sizable breasts caught on his tented pants. That succeeded in bending his aroused organ downward only until her tits had passed. Then, like a tension-bent plank of wood from which a weight had just been removed, the pants-covered boner snapped back to its straight out position, not before banging against her chin and coming to rest in front of her inviting mouth. From that awkward, crouched position, with her lips almost touching the stretched fabric over the tip, the student looked straight ahead at his bulging crotch while her hand fumbled around on the floor for the lit cigarette.

"*gasp*...Ouch!" she cried in pain, abruptly turning her head to look down at her searching, unmonitored fingers when they had accidentally come in contact with the red-hot tip of the cigarette.

Her hand immediately recoiled, and she rushed the fingers to her face, where she surrounded the affected areas with her lips. She didn't know if he was doing it on purpose, but while her head was turned and as she sucked the stinging digits to provide relief, the hapless teen felt the fabric-covered tip of the teacher's erect organ prodding against her freckled cheek. A tentative calm came over her as she removed the fingers from her mouth and moved her hand back down to pick up the burning cigarette. Carefully grabbing it from the floor, she held it casually between her fingers as if she were going to take another drag. As she turned her head to face font; the throbbing head of the vice-principal's penis scraped across her nubile face.

Angel watched this scandalous scene in horrified arousal as the cloth tip of the man’s dick came to rest directly upon the student's lips.

"Oh," Angel gasped, clutching her pussy. "Is she gonna take that thing into her mouth...pants and all?"

The girl remained in this compromised position for a fleeting moment, her eyes turned upward to look at the educator's face. She then moved her head backward, creating a slight space between her lips and the vice-principal’s cock head. A very noticeable smudge of her lipstick, set in the shape of a kiss, graced the light-grey material of his pants. The student's eyes turned back down to look at the protrusion.

The next camera angle showed the girl's point-of-view, giving Angel a mouth-watering glimpse of an obscene cloth-covered hard-on. Besides the lipstick stain, the weeping head was beginning to soil and darken the light colored material of its owner's trousers with secreting fluid. It looked delicious to Angel, and she found herself hoping the girl would actually take it between her lips. However, the comedy of errors continued when the young student began to rise to a standing position, for she again managed to catch the jutting boner. This time she pushed it in the other direction, nestling its girth between her breasts on the way up. The vice-principle sucked in a frustrated breath and looked down at his hidden boner briefly resting in the straining blouse-shrouded cleavage of the young student's tits. In the wake of her passing breasts, his stiff organ bounced up and down for an instant. Then both disciplining teacher and naughty student stood face to face once more. He took a deep labored breath to compose himself.

"Now get your bag and come with me," he ordered slowly, letting the breath out as he spoke.

The girl backed away while turning, and then started walking tentatively toward one of the toilets, intending to discard the cigarette.

"NO!" he bellowed. His booming voice reverberated off the cold tile walls. The echoing words startled the girl into motionlessness.

"I said, get your bag and come with me...NOW!"

"B-but the cigarette...don't y-you want me to th—?" she stammered, turning to face the teacher.

"Young lady!" he interrupted angrily, again his voice thundering through the room.

"Get your bag from that sink, and come with me," this time speaking in a slow, deliberate tone.

Angel was getting more aroused watching this scene play out. She gasped yet again looking at the two characters standing several feet apart from one another in that bathroom. The busty girl stood there frozen in her tracks, a frightened look on her face. She still nervously held the burning cigarette between her fingers, while staring at her vice-principal, who stood just across the room. The angry disciplinarian stood in profile to the camera, while he moved his hand onto the door handle—his massive boner pushing the fabric of his thin light-grey spring trousers almost straight out into a tent-shape.

Still glaring at the student with an ice-cold stare, the vice principal's stretched arm pulled open the door, showing the student the way into the hall. The girl walked over to the sink and grabbed her bag, then walked past the angry educator out into the corridor ahead of him. He followed her out into the empty hall.

With cigarette in hand, she started down the corridor to the left, in the direction where she knew the VP's office was located. She hadn't taken more than a few steps when she heard him suddenly yell again.

"NO, young woman!" It stopped her cold again, and she turned, looking at him with a startled reaction.

"This way," the educator indicated, pointing in the opposite direction. That section of the long hallway was dark for the most part, only being illuminated by shafts of light coming from the alternately staggered open doors of empty classrooms on either side. Angel assumed that this was taking place after school hours when most of the building was vacant.

The camera angles changed quickly, first showing a shot down the long corridor. Then it switched to a close-up of the vice-principal pointing down the hall—his face turned toward the student—then to a close-up shot of the girl’s frightened face. With her eyes opened wide, she bit her bottom lip and walked toward him, moving off camera.

The next shot was a jump cut showing video taken from inside of one of the classrooms. The camera pointed toward the open doorway from the other side of the room, showing the darkened hall beyond. Angel immediately recognized the classroom as being the setting in the hot video capture she was looking at earlier. Her heart jumped and her pussy squirted into her panties as thoughts of what she was about to witness filtered into her mind.

From what the picture had shown, she knew how this video ended, and she couldn't wait to see that stiff cock jetting semen all over the smoking girl's face. Feeling close to an orgasm brought on by the suspense, Angle was half tempted to push the player's timeline control, fast forwarding the video to the facial event itself. But she stopped herself and continued watching, running her fingers up and down over the clitoral hood of her pussy through the wet panties.

From inside the classroom, approaching footsteps could be heard echoing down the hall. Angel saw the girl walking pass the door first.

"No!" the teacher’s voice echoed in the hall as he appeared outside the open door.

"In here...number 14..."

He waited, and the girl finally appeared. She squeezed by him, walking into the room. He followed her in, closing and locking the classroom door, as the student stepped toward the teacher's desk in foreground of the shot. She looked around the room somewhat in of a state of confusion and feeling awkward; not knowing what to do about the half-smoked cigarette she still clutched between her fingers. The camera pulled back while it followed the vice-principal’s movements as he strode past the girl and walked toward the windows on the other side of the room. He arrived at the first window sill and reached up, grabbing the string to the shade.

"Helen? That is your name, is it not? Helen Kirby, right? ...Senior? ...Mrs. Salvatore’s homeroom?" he questioned while pulling down the shade.

Helen nodded timidly, cigarette smoke wafting up around her face.

"Ms. Kirby," he continued, having finished pulling the shade of the window and walking to the next, with his back turned toward her.

"Oh...you may resume smoking that thing if you wish. Feel free." he said looking over his shoulder at her with a slight grin on his face, as he pulled the shade down on the next window.

He chuckled "After I'm through with you, you will have plenty of time to indulge in the habit to your heart's content...well, at least for three days; anyway...I believe that's the customary time allotment for a suspension?"

Angel could see distress wash across the pretty student's face.

As Helen watched the educator move to the last window in the back of the room, a look of puzzlement blended with the distress expression on her face. She looked at him as he pulled down the last shade, and almost giggled while taking note of the protrusion still pressing outward in his dress pants. She did feel the seriousness of this predicament. She was fearful of what may happen to her, while becoming very much aroused by the sight of his erection. But she couldn't help sensing the comedy. He just looked silly, standing there with his trousers distended that way. That feeling quickly passed as she tried to digest the meaning of his last words.

Helen looked at the almost fully spent cigarette between her fingers, very cognizant of just how peculiar this whole situation had become. Here she was, standing in a classroom in front of the school's vice-principal, a much feared authoritarian. They were alone, he was obviously aroused, and she held a lit cigarette in her hand. If that wasn't strange enough, the disciplinarian was actually encouraging her to smoke, while at the same time he hinted to a possible three-day suspension as being a fitting punishment for being caught smoking in the girl's lavatory. The odd and disquieting combination of words her vice-principal had just spoken had a duel effect, both bewildering and frightening the poor girl. She turned her gaze back to the educator, and looked at him in shocked puzzlement.

"Oh, I'm in earnest Ms. Kirby. I meant it," he said, turning around to face her from the back of the room, his hands now in his pockets.

"Go right ahead...smoke." Putting his hands in the pockets of his trousers only accentuated his condition. It stretched the material even more taut over his erection.

Helen turned her eyes away from the obscene sight of the teacher’s bulge and looked at the cigarette again. She then looked back at him, still puzzled as to what may happen next.

"Oh...*ahem*...I see. Your cigarette is finished, isn't it?" the vice-principle observed as he shuffled forward, making his way toward the front of the room.

"Light another," he suggested, moving around to the back of the teacher's desk in front of which Helen stood.

"Go on," he encouraged. "Drop the finished one on the floor and crush it out...Don't worry about the mess. The custodian will take care of it"

Still baffled, Helen cocked her brunette head, her full lips pouting.

"B-but Mr. Lowe...I-I—" she began.

"I said it's okay," he shouted, suddenly irritated, his face turning cold and stern once again for that brief moment, and then softening.

"Put it out on the floor, and light another," he returned in a more subdued tone.

"You do have more, don't you?...In your bag?"

"W-Well, yes…b-but—b," she stammered.

"Then, by all means,” he interrupted. “Enjoy it while you can.”

Helen shrugged her shoulders ever so slightly and cautiously dropped the spent butt to the floor. Crushing it out under her shoe, she returned her bemused gaze back toward the vice-principle. At first she looked into his eyes, and then she dropped her glance down to the tent still poking stiffly out from the crotch of his straining trousers. With a deep sigh, her head shaking in disbelief, she maneuvered her oversized shoulder bag around in front of her and began rummaging nervously through the front pocket. She produced the pack of Salem, and looked back up at the vice-principal’s face for approval.

"Yes," he smiled back at her, nodding his head, then leaning forward to grasp the chair in front of him.

"Please feel free, Ms. Kirby."

A camera close-up of Helen's face filled the video player screen, showing her looking sheepishly into his eyes for any sign of anger, while she tried to understand this odd, stressful situation. Concern over what the vice-principal might be planning reflected in her face. Her dark brown eyes shined softly as she sighed in resignation, shrugging her shoulders again. She then nervously shook out a fresh Salem 100 from the pack and placed the filter tip between her glossed lips. A quick glance back at the educator revealed to the beautiful student an unchanged expression on his face. He was still smiling. She continued to look straight into his eyes, cigarette dangling from her pouting lips, while she reached into the pocket of her sweater for the lighter. She blinked, sighed once more, and flicked the wheel of her lighter, apprehension and reluctance dogging her every move.

Angel watched in excitement as the video continued. At that moment, she wasn't thinking of Mr. Hogarth, her real-life vice-principle. She wasn't thinking about the peculiar behavior he displayed at his office window the day Angel secretly watched him observing Joan smoke her cigarette outside the school. She was much too occupied absorbing the sexual tension coming to a boil in the video.

But with a nagging suspicion building in the back of her mind, Angel began pressing her manicured fingers harder against her panties, while rubbing her hidden clitoris in a vigorous circular motion. Her breathing became more labored and choppy as she slowly approached an inevitable orgasmic explosion. She wished she could light a cigarette, but that wouldn't be prudent, considering both her mother and her brother were down stairs. Still, she thought, smoking a cigarette at the same time would make her cum all the harder. She tried to put the thought of lighting up anyway out of her mind, and turned her attention back to the steamy video scenario playing out on her laptop.

The flame from the lighter bent into the tip of Helen's Salem. Her cheeks hollowed as she pulled a long drag of smoke into her mouth. Her lovely eyes were once again focused on Mr. Lowe's distended trousers. The camera angle switched to show his crotch again. The shot revealed a noticeable twitch as his hard, fabric-hidden dick jumped up within the confines of the tented pants. The angle switched again to show Helen's face while she pulled the lipstick-stained cigarette out from between her lush lips. Her mouth, now opened, briefly showed a suspended ball of smoke behind those pretty lips, just before she breathed the cloud down into her lungs.

A quick jump cut back to the educator's face showed his smile dwindling and his eyes closing into slits. A slight look of arousal moved across his features before the camera cut back to Helen's face once more. She pursed her lips into a relaxed kiss-shape, and began to jet the stream of smoke through the narrow opening between them. Her eyes were still fixed on the teacher's obscene looking boner.

The student’s exhale was natural, deliberate and very sexy to the on-looking Angel. The camera angle shifted back a bit to show both characters facing one another across the desk as Helen's exhale continued. The smoke moved forward from her lips in a tight stream, and widened out in front of her. The expanding cloud traversed the space between the two, eventually reaching the vice-principle, who was still leaning forward, bracing the weight of his body against the chair behind the desk. As the cloud washed over his face, he took in an audible breath. Angel knew he was breathing in Helen's smoke. She squeezed her clitoris as she watched the vice-principal's embarrassing erection squirt another fabric-darkening gout of pre-cum into his pants.

"There now," Mr. Lowe said breathing out a labored sigh while regaining his composure.

"Feel better?"

Helen nodded sheepishly, still trying to understand the meaning of what might be happening, while also trying to figure a way out of this puzzling, intimidating predicament.

"Good," he responded.

The teacher folded his arms and moved around to the side of the desk closest to the smoking student. He rested his buttocks on the edge of the desk, positioning his body in a kind of half-sitting, half-leaning posture in front of the student. His boner now jutted upward, towering almost straight up from his lap behind the material of his loose dress pants. From his perch, he leaned in closer to Helen. The two video characters were now just inches apart. The female student was positioned right in front of him, practically standing between his legs. Helen's natural reaction was to timidly back away slightly. But the vice-principle countered her movement during the motion by reaching out and hooking his index finger into the student's opened blouse at the button just above her inviting cleavage. He then pulled her back toward him.

With his thumb on the outside of the blouse, he had also managed to unbutton the garment there, as he pulled her forward. The sheer size of her rather large breasts strained the fabric in the first place. So when the button came undone, the white cotton flaps retreated by force in opposite direction across her ample chest. Not only was the girl's cleavage now exposed, but the inner halves of both soft orbs stood firm and succulent, visibly blistering out from behind the restraining smooth red cloth of her low-cut bra. She did not seem to take notice to this while she stared into the intimidating eyes of the vice-principal as he spoke.

"Now," he said, dropping his hand away from her half-open blouse and into his lap right near the towering erection, "...suppose we start with you telling me why?"

"Why do you 'feel better?'...What do you get out of that," he queried, indicating the cigarette held between her fingers?

"P-Please, Mr. Lowe! Don't suspend me! I-I promise never t—," Helen rapidly blurted while flailing her cigarette holding hand through the air.

"Nah, ah, ah," he sung in staccato tone, grabbing her flailing arm and cutting her off once again in mid sentence.

"We're off subject, Ms. Kirby, are we not? Let’s take one thing at a time, please."

Clearing his throat, he let go of her arm and began again.

"Now...calm yourself, relax... take another puff, collect your thoughts, and respond directly to the questions I am asking."

Again, this video playlet was staying true to the main overarching theme, from the category under which Angel found it on the dirty website. Girls smoking, with extra emphasis being placed on their nature-looking exhales was the key feature. Of course, Angel also knew that the specialized sub-category for this particular video and all the others like it found on that page, placed emphasis on girls blowing their smoke at stiff, cum-spurting penises. Her vagina throbbed thinking about the ending of this hot video.

Once more, the camera focused on the pretty student’s face. Angel could detect a slowly growing realization beginning to reflect in girl’s eyes during the silence passing between her and the disciplining educator. Angel also sensed what the actress, in her character, was finally coming to grips with, that being the vice-principal actually was aroused by her smoking. He apparently wanted her to satisfy his urge to see her drag on her cigarette and exhale while he was disciplining her.

Apprehensively, but with a sense of curiosity, the pretty female student brought the cigarette back up to her face and gripped the lipstick-coated filter between her exquisite lips. Her fingers parted away from the suspended cigarette in an expanding 'v,' and her eyes stared into his, while she took another cheek-hollowing drag. Angel could hear the tobacco and the paper crackle, the tip flaring and glowing red hot in ignition.

Pulling the cigarette away, the girl's lips sprang open, once again momentarily revealing a tight ball of smoke suspended inside her mouth. She casually dropped her hand back down by her side. Just as quickly, the ball of smoke disappeared, as the girl inhaled it down into her lungs with a sexy, audible gasp. Her breasts heaved outward toward the educator's chest during the inhale. A few jump cuts happened in rapid succession; first to a close-up of the observant vice-principal's face—his eyes still stern, but his lips forming a silent "oh”—and then down to a profile close-up shot of his clothed Eiffel-Tower-of-an-erection swaying to and fro.

Angel also gasped with the young girl's intake of smoke, and the camera angle shifted again, showing the two characters in profile, their faces only a couple of inches apart. Feeling the sexual tension becoming as thick as molasses in that video classroom, Angel ran her index finger along the camel toe split of her juicing, panty-clad vagina in response, waiting for the sexy student to exhale. She found herself wishing once again that she could light up and smoke in her bedroom. Angel didn't realize it at the time, but she was quickly developing a strong smoking fetish of her own.

The wider angle showed both characters face to face as Helen Kirby pursed her full lips in preparation to blow. She wanted to be mindful of their close proximity and to be careful not to blow her smoke into Mr. Lowe's face. To accomplish this she extended her relaxed bottom lip while firming her upper. The exhale was lovely. With a breathy, sensual and prolonged "whoosh" sound, she sent a fast-dispersing, streaming cone of smoke almost straight up at a seventy-five degree angle between their close-set faces. Unfortunately, she inadvertently retracted her bottom lip during the very end of her exhale, projecting the stream of the thinning smoke right down. The dwindling cone descended across his face from his forehead to his lips.

The vice-principal's reaction was swift and knee-jerk. His eyes closed and his hands quickly moved up, grabbing both Helen's forearms, gripping them hard through her sweater. He sucked in a gasp, partially in sexual response to feeling of her warm, smoke-laced breath flowing against his face, but mostly to breathe in her essence. The heady aroma of her lungs, of her body, inundated his senses, causing him to briefly loose control. But not before his painful erection secreted another dollop of pre-cum through the material of his trousers. The student gasped dramatically as well, her lips shaping a surprised 'o' as the she felt vice-principal suddenly seizing her. His hands throttled her arms, forcing them straight down close to her body, essentially holding Helen’s smaller frame captive within his heated grasp. The cigarette bobbed between the fingers of her restrained hand, and an ash broke free, falling to the floor at her feet.

It was at that precise moment the video-watching Angel finally connected the dots.

The effect of the sudden understanding washed over Angel’s body like a wave, causing her to gasp in response to a powerful rush of stimuli to her erogenous zones. She paused the video player and brought her hands up to hold her head, burying the fingers of both hands into her blonde hair. With her mouth agape and her eyes as big as saucers, she stared intensely at the paused image on the screen.

There was the actor playing a vice-principle, a close up image of his face frozen on the player. Angel studied his expression closely. His face, momentarily contorted with passion and sexual abandon, very much resembled the look her own school vice-principal displayed the day she had secretly observed him watching the hot student Joan smoking her cigarette right below his office window.

Her own Mr. Hogarth, the proper stuffy disciplinarian whom everyone feared, had a smoking fetish.

"Of course," Angel muttered in shock to herself under her breath.

"*gasp!*...of course!" she repeated more excitedly.

If that epiphany wasn't hot enough, another thought suddenly crystallized in her consciousness, an even more startling understanding. Her school’s stuffy VP, Mr. "what-do-you-have-to-say-for-yourself" bloody Hogarth, was probably jerking off while watching the sexy Joan smoke that day.

Yes! she thought.

Angel realized he had probably un-zipped his proper Stafford dress slacks, pulled out his hard dick and was beating off! Right there in his office at the school, standing at the window, this "holier-than-thou" disciplinarian was fucking his own fist as he stared at the female student smoking her cigarette.

That pervert probably shot off all over the wall under the window, Angel’s mind raced. Yes, of course! That's what his hands were doing below the sill, and that's why his face looked the way it did at the end! The fucking bastard was shooting off, wishing he could plaster Joan's face with his sperm while she exhaled!

It also provided an explanation for Angel as to why no word of Joan being expelled, suspended, detained, or even reprimanded ever materialized through the school grapevine.

"Son-of-a fucking bitch," Angel breathed, in her excitement. In the back of her mind she wondered if Hogarth had dished out discipline to Joan in private. She wondered if he had reprimanded her...sexually! The image of Joan on her knees smoking a cigarette in front of Mr. Hogarth suddenly burned hot in her brain.

Regardless of their age, men are like fucking immature adolescents, Angel realized. They think with their dicks, and act out with their dicks! …And just think, all it takes for some of them to lose control is to watch a woman do a simple thing like smoking a cigarette.

Angel laughed out loud and shook her head in astonishment. But with this sudden realization came a feeling of personal strength and ability. She marveled at the sexual power women actually had over men. It excited her to consider the outcomes and gains that could be possible through application of this knowledge. Giddiness combined with a more urgent need to cum washed over her body. Angel filed this whole business away in her mind for future use, and turned once again to the player on her laptop screen. With a shaky expelled breath, she clicked the play button...

~~~~~

"Oh!" the hot student Helen cried, after accidentally blowing the end of her smoky exhale into the flustered vice-principal's face.

"Mr. Lowe! I-I’m so sorry! I didn't mean t—"

"That's quite alright, Ms. Kirby," he said, his voice sounding a little shaken as he opened his eyes. With a weak cough the vice-principle tried to regain his composure. He slowly let go of the girl’s arms. His hands brushed against her skin as if to sooth her reddened flesh after relinquishing his pressured grip.

Angel liked to imagine that the disciplining educator had almost shot off in his pants during the sexy student's exhale. It sure look as if he was going to, judging from the way the camera caught his cock further soaking the fabric at the tip. In a way, Angel secretly hoped to see the vice-principle exploding right in his trousers as a result of the girl's exhales. That, to her, would be incredibly hot.

Angel imagined this whole episode would be even steamier if the Helen character ended up humiliating the stuffy Mr. Lowe. She thought of how great it would be if the girl just jerked him off that way. Pumping his huge erection to a spurting climax right those expensive Joseph A. Bank trousers, while she blew smoke into his smug face would be the height of justice. It would bring him down a notch, and in the bargain be a very hot way to end this. But she knew better. She knew how this little passion play ended. With this dirty thought in mind, Angel stiffened her middle finger of the hand which had been rubbing her moist pussy. She began shoving it into her vaginal opening through the fabric of her panties, pushing the wet cloth inward as well, while she focused on the scene unfolding on the Acer screen.

Another pregnant moment of silence passed between the two characters. Lowe took a settling breath, his facial expression becoming stern once again.

"Now, let me ask you that question once more...and I warn you Ms. Kirby. I expect a direct answer," the vice-principal scorned.

Helen's eyes closed and her head lowered in a timid bow. He brought his hand up, placed his finger under her chin, and lifted her head back up to be on level with his. Her eyes fluttered opened and stared sheepishly back into Mr. Lowe’s eyes.

"Why? Why does it make you feel better? What do you get out of this," he queried, his glance downward once again indicating the burning cigarette the girl held in the hand resting by her side.

"I-I donno, Mr. Lowe," she stammered. "I guess it relaxes me...i-it makes me feel good...i-it makes me look and feel sophisticated...i-i-it makes me feel sexy."

A shrewd smile creased the teacher’s face in a brief moment during her last sentence, before the student began to plead again.

"Look, Mr. Lowe!...PLEASE! I swear! I will never EVER do that ag—"

"Oh...we're not back to THIS again?" the vice-principle chided, interrupting the student, while shaking his head.

"Listen, young woman, you can act sophisticated all you want. You can relax yourself through any method you’d prefer, and make yourself feel as sexy as you please! But NOT in the school lavatory!...Not on school property!" he quipped. The vice-principal’s comical tone made Helen smile a little and feel a bit more at ease. She raised her arm, and brought the burning cigarette up between them, pointing out the irony of his last statement. She tilted her head, looked at the cigarette, and then looked back at him with a crooked smile while shrugging her shoulder.

"Well," he chortled, "I'm allowing this through special dispensation...just this once, because I want to understand."

There was a pause.

"I also feel the need to make a lesson of this!"

He boomed the last sentence, curling his lips over gritted teeth, and emphasized his words by grabbing Helen's cigarette-holding hand at the wrist. His eyes turned angry as he stood up erect, eventually towering over the now cowering Helen while he gripped her arm. His dominant frame wasn't the only thing erect. Once more, like in the lavatory, the girl felt the head of his stiff penis prodding her lower tummy.

Angel observed the actress playing out her part in the video. She noticed that even through the girl’s fear, a smile slowly began to emerge on her face. Even though the vice-principal was hurting her arm, that knowing smile seemed to be communicating a growing understanding of his strange behavior.

The camera lowered to show the man’s hips slowly starting to pump. He was shoving the tip of his erection repetitively against the girl’s pelvis. It bent in an upward direction each time it came in contact with her. With that crooked smile still on her face, Helen began to bump back against his hard on, causing Mr. Lowe to breathe a little heavier. To be honest, it made both of them breathe heavier. Her breasts heaved against his chest.

The camera panned back up their bodies showing that he was still gripping the girl’s wrist as the smoke from her cigarette curled into the air. The characters were standing so close now, that to Angel, it almost looks as though they might begin dancing.

"Ms. Kirby...ah, Helen," he stammered. "Don't you realize what this habit is doing to your lungs...t-to your body?"

"Please, Mr. Lowe," Helen said softly, her voice quavering due to the ever-mounting sexual tension, but with that naughty smile still creasing her face.

"Please don't suspend me. I-I'll do anything. Anything!—"she repeated.

"Ms...er...Helen," the teacher choked, "Don’t you understand what you’re doing to your...wh-what you do to men as they watch you do this?"

His erection continued to bump against her. Some of the sticky fluid oozing through the material of his pants from the wet tip was now transferring to her skirt. It was creating a wet spot on the fabric just below her belt line.

"Why, what ever do you mean, Mr. Lowe," she questioned in a faked quandary, looking down at the vice-principal’s massive boner with a cheeky expression, and then looking back into his flustered face.

"Well, for example; take what happened earlier…" he began, his breathing becoming a bit more even, "...when I barged in on you in the girls' rest room. You know, when I initially caught you sm-smoking?"

"Yes?" she responded, looking at her mostly finished cigarette.

He gulped and eased up on the grip he had on her wrist. He let go of her arm, but she kept her hand raised, femininely holding the cigarette close to her face as if she were about to take a puff.

"That looks about spent, Helen" the vice-principal observed, pointing out the cigarette.

"Would you like another?"

"Mmmm-hmm," she moaned in a slow and deliberate, musically saucy tone. She let go of the cigarette without moving her arm, watching it fall to the floor as her pelvis continued to bump against the teacher’s boner.

This time, he moved to put it out for her. The cigarette had fallen to the floor, landing by her side, but rolled slightly back behind her. So, when he moved forward to extinguish it under his shoe, his body pressed harder against the student’s curvaceous form. She pushed back, crushing her breasts to his chest and trapping his swollen cock as it pointed upward between their bodies. They both heaved a lust-filled sigh from the sensation.

Lowe reached into the front pocket of her bag to get her cigarettes. He pulled out the pack of Salem 100s and then gingerly stuck his other hand into her sweater pocket for her lighter. Before grabbing it, he purposely squeezed her hip.

“Oh,” Helen gasped, and then smiled roguishly at the teacher, her mouth pushed to one side.

He shook out a fresh lengthy cigarette from the top of the pack and offered it to the girl. While staring mischievously into his eyes, Helen lowered her head and took the filter into her mouth. She raised her head afterward, looking up at him with wide eyes, and with the cigarette suspended between her delicate, full lips. A bright flash suddenly illuminated their faces as Mr. Lowe’s trembling hand ignited the lighter. He held it away from her, lower to the side, so she had to lean forward and bow her head down again to accept the light. Her tits crushed harder against his chest as he breathed in the sweet, fruity scent of perfume from her hair. A slight tremor rolled through the teacher’s body when the girl cupped his hand, maneuvering it toward her. The flame touched the tip of the cigarette, and Helen pulled it in. She felt the teacher’s rigid cock throb against her, just above her moist pussy, and for the moment, she pushed back against it.

"Mmm," she moaned, lifting her head, and framing the fresh cigarette with the index and middle fingers of her left hand, while coaxing the first drag into her mouth. She pulled away from him slightly, allowing his hard-on to point straight out between them. Once again, she began bumping up against the head of the stiff protrusion.

Meanwhile, he watched her take the drag, and gulped as she pulled the cigarette away from her painted lips.

"As I was saying, Ms. Kirby" he began again, mesmerized by the sight of the suspended ball of smoke appearing in her open mouth, just before she inhaled.

"Mmm-hmm?" she cooed again, closing her lips.

Helen's hand daintily held the cigarette perched between her fingers close to her face. She pursed her lips in that sexy relaxed fashion once again, and blew a steady stream of smoke out into the air just past the side of the educator’s head. Another inch to the left would have had that stream rushing right into his face. However, he did feel the smoky warm air brushing by his ear, and once again he breathed in her sweet intoxicating body essence blended with the exhaled cigarette smoke. The VP was visibly frazzled by this, and he tried to collect his thoughts.

However, the game seemed to be changing, the rules deviating, as the little Miss of the plot line gained some control within the proceedings. Angel knew that the dominating vice-principal character would have to work fast and think more clearly in order to bounce the proverbial ball back into his court. Time seemed to be running out on his endurance. He looked as if he would cum very soon.

Angel watched this scene playing out with extreme interest while she quickly approached her own orgasm. The spectacle of the teacher’s hard-on bouncing against the girl's skirt made Angel feel woozy. Like the video vice-principal, Angel’s endurance was waning, as well. But instead of decreasing the movement of her hand, she accelerated her pleasure-filled masturbation, fucking her middle finger more insistently into the hole of her clothed pussy, ultimately shoving the material of the panties deeper and deeper into the wet tunnel with every stroke.

The vice-principal, now trying to regain control, hardened his expression as he looked into the face of the seductive girl. They were still standing very close, gazing into each others eyes.

"*ahem*...Yes. As I was saying—" he started, "When I burst in on you, catching you in the act of smoking in the bathroom; do you remember what you did?"

"No, Mr. Lowe. What did I do?" she replied directly, turning her head slightly without breaking her gaze, while bringing the filter tip of her cigarette closer to her lips.

"Well, you did something... al-although inadvertently, purely by accident, I'm sure... that might cause trouble for you...I-I mean in a sexual sense,” he stammered, perspiration beginning to break out along his forehead.

“Ah-ah-ah that is to say, you did something that may put you in an unsavory predicament if you were ever to do it to a man again,"

"D-d-do you know what I'm referring to? Do you remember?

With a mock quizzical look, Helen tilted her head more to the side and brought the cigarette even closer to her exquisite mouth. Of course in reality, she had already guessed.

"Oh!” she replied as if in sudden comprehension.

“Do you mean when I did this?"

From a close-up shot of their profiled faces, Angel observed the sexy student quickly lift the cigarette to her mouth. Her full lips surrounded the reddened filter while her fingers parted slightly, leaving the cigarette suspended there as she began to take a drag. Again, the sound of crackling tobacco is heard as the young girl's cheeks caved in during a long pull. She brought her fingers back inward, grasping the filter near the base again, and then pulled the cigarette out from her opening lips. Another beautifully-formed ball of smoke appeared, before Helen sucked it into her lungs with a gasp.

Her hand went back to the position of holding the cigarette near her face, and her lips pursed provocatively to begin to blow. This time Angel had no doubt where Helen would be blowing her smoke. She watched the girl lean in a little closer to the vice-principal's perspiring face. And with an exaggerated ‘whoosh’ sound, Helen began to expel her smoke through the slight opening between her lips. The white expanding stream traversed the short space between them, eventually jetting directly against the vice-principal’s sweaty face. Its volume blew onto his nose and mouth, and then quickly spread across the rest of his face. Some of the smoke parted, billowing back around both sides of his head. Because of how close Helen's lips were to Mr. Lowe's face, the force of the stream also mushroomed some of the smoke back into her own face. She closed her eyes and smiled as she continued to blow.

In the midst of Helen's exhale, the camera angle shifted to the profile shot of their lower bodies, where the principal's stiff appendage still pointing straight out and prodded against the girl's stomach. Suddenly without warning, resembling a cobra striking out at its prey, Mr. Lowe's right arm swung forward. In a knee-jerk reaction to the aroma and feeling her smoke jetting into his face, he grabbed Helen's left arm by the wrist. He dropped his hold down to her hand, quickly pulling it to his erection, and started forcing her to wrap her fingers around its stiff length in a side-handed grip while she was still exhaling into his face. The scene shifts back up to their faces showing Helen finishing her hot exhale, and then gasping passionately into the teeth-gritting face of the disciplining teacher, as the situation abruptly turned violent.

"Yessss," he hissed through curled lips, his other hand coming up and grabbing her shoulder to pull her recoiling body closer.

"THAT is EXACTLY what I meant, my dear young woman!"

The scene shifted back down to their mid-sections. Angel could hear the aroused student gasping fearfully into the educator's face, as the camera now showed the ongoing struggle happening at their waistlines. At this point, Mr. Lowe’s larger hand covered Helen’s, holding it in place and forcing her fingers to remain wrapped around the thick organ as she tried to pull her hand away. After a couple of seconds, she stopped resisting. Not having the physical strength to pull her hand back, the hapless girl had no choice but to grip tightly. Lowe started using her hand to pump, forcing an in-and-out movement on the swollen, cloth-covered erection. Once he felt certain that the girl would not pull away, he released his grip and moved his hand back to her wrist. Sure enough, Helen’s hand remained, the fingers tightly clasped around his dick. The vice-principal could feel her grasping and squeezing. With spastic movement, he then began jerking her arm, causing her fist to pump the stiff shaft. The sound of the student's tortured gasps continued to fill the room.

The camera shifted back to their faces.

“Oh, Mr. Lowe! What are you doing?” the girl panted, her voice trilling due to the erratic movement.

“Oh god! D-did I do this to you?”

"Yes! Now, do you sa-sa-see what I mean, Ms Kirby, huh?" he growled, shaking her body violently and making the girl jerk him off faster over his trousers.

"Do you see the predicament?...Do you see what you might get yourself into by acting so brazenly...huh...Do you?"

Her closed fist gripped and squeezed his bloated erection harder, fucking it off, as he continued to force her arm to pump.

"Yessss, I think s-so, Ma-Mister Lowe,” Helen blurted breathlessly. Her head bobbed while the teacher shook her by the shoulder and wrist. Her captive body was being tossed back and forth through the spastic movements, and her panting became more increasingly uneven through the obscene hand job.

Angel was certain the actress playing Helen wasn’t faking her excitement. It seemed genuine. She could guess that the girl’s pussy was probably juicing through the fabric of her own underwear in response to feeling the sticky seminal fluid oozing into the palm of her hand through the fabric of the man’s trousers as she jerked his dick.

"B-but I-I'm not quite sure if I-I fully understand,” Helen whispered breathlessly into his face. “Sh-should I try it again?”

"Oooh, Mist-Mister La-Lowe!” she cried in aroused desperation.

Sh-Should I tr-try again?"

At that point, the Mr. Lowe character was almost out of control. With his mouth open and his own breathing ragged, he looked down between their rocking bodies. Even though he was still gripping Helen's jacking arm, it became apparent to him that she was moving on her own, while she squeezed and pumped her hand on his cloth-covered. Helen had apparently given in to the passionate, lush-driven discipline. He relinquished his grip on her wrist a bit, easing just enough to reveal red welts left behind on her skin from the force of his fingers. He moved his hand farther up her arm.

"Yesss, Ms. Kirby. I w-want you to full comprehend the consequences of your actions," he croaked, looking back into her eyes as she jerked him off.

"B-by all means...try it again."

Helen turned her head and quickly shoved the cigarette filter back between her lips. She pulled another drag into her mouth and popped the smoke into her lungs while moving her gripping fingers all the way up the length of the teacher's hard shaft. For added emphasis, she squeezed and began to pump just the throbbing tip of the vice-principal’s dick as her mouth formed that perfect kiss shape again. The fabric of his pants was so fully saturated now that a wet swishing noise could be heard due to her squeezes.

And then once again Helen blew a noisy rushing stream of smoke through the open slit of her sensuous lips right into the educator's face.

"AHHHHHH," he cried in earnest, bellowing into the face of the student, while her exhale jetted against his features.

The vice-principal’s hands completely let go of the girl during the course of her hot smoke-laced exhale, his arms falling freely to his sides. This left the student to operate on her own. From the profile angled shot, and by the way she was grasping his tented trouser bulge, it looked as though she was trying to prevent the teacher from falling backward. Helen continued to squeeze and jack just the head of his boner as Mr. Lowe groaned on in overwhelming pleasure, arching his back and thrusting his hips forward.

It was obvious to Angel that the vice-principal character was teetering on the very precipice, struggling at the end of his endurance. And he was probably just moments away from bursting the contents of his tortured nuts into Helen's pumping fist, right through his pants.

It was then, while watching the young girl's hand throttling and jacking the head of the man’s hidden erection, Angel came. She came hard, her hand matching the rhythm of the student's fist and the jerking action of the vice-principle's hips, while she finger-banged her contracting vaginal sleeve through the thin panties.

"Oooh f-f-f-fuck-k-k-k!" Angel hissed, her thin voice choked with lust, her vagina oozing a squirt of secretion around the invading finger, further soaking the pink undergarment.

"Jeeeesusss, Ma-Mister Lowe!" panted the disciplined teen in the video. Helen's hand continued to drub the pulsating head of the man's concealed organ. A quick close-up of the action below showed how wet and sticky the fabric had become under the sexy student’s manipulations.

“I-I think I understand!” Helen said breathlessly, nodding her head.

“I’ve got to be more careful; don’t I?”

“I'll try to be more mindful of my actions...See? Watch me! I can do this.”

The female student continued her assault on his erection, pumping it vigorously, but quickly lifted the mostly spent cigarette back to her mouth for another drag. The teacher moaned watching her perfect, full lips grip the lipstick-smudged filter again and then pop open with another beautiful snap inhale after her drag. He brought his hands back up to their original positions, this time grasping at the girl as if to brace himself before experiencing the onslaught of another one of her devastating exhales. During this sexual-charged seizure, in his excitement, the clutching hand the VP had placed on her shoulder forced the sweater to fall down on that side. The material slipped down, bunching up into the crook of her bent arm.

Angel noticed that the director of this video chose to emphasis this moment with a tight profile angle. The camera, now in close, panned down starting from a view at the very top of the student's bare arm coming out of her now visible sleeveless white blouse. Then it moved to show the exposed soft flesh of her upper arm. The shot finally stopped at the bend in her arm where the sweater hung. It showed the restraining grasp of vice-principal's hand as it desperately clung to her arm for support. Beyond that, the shot revealed the student's quivering, open hand, her burning cigarette perched between the fingers. The power exerted by the VP's clutching hand, and the student's arm straining against that force, shook her cigarette visibly. Angel watched more ashes break free and fall to the floor.

Even through her orgasm, Angel decided that this brief artistic video montage sequence was very well placed, and extremely hot. If fact, all of it—especially the very nature of the conflict itself being portrayed in this dirty video—had Angel out of her mind with lust. She clutched at her breasts with one hand while rubbing her sex all the harder with the other.

It was quite apparent to Angel that the Helen had this man's number. She was totally embracing the idiosyncrasies of his fetish, and was using her knowledge to her advantage in this sexually-charged conflict. Besides being caught up in the passion herself, Helen was perfectly willing to do whatever it took in order to get out of a possible suspension, Angel surmised. She continued to watch this sex drama unfold, as a hot flame began to grow rapidly in her mind.

Then suddenly, it stuck her. It hit her hard, right in the middle of Helen’s inhale…

****************

“What a minute!” Angel suddenly blurted aloud. The room seemed to reverberate with her last words. She quickly paused the video, and then covered her mouth not only in shock, but in fear that her mother and step-brother might have heard her cry out, and would come running up the stairs any second to see if she was alright. She listened as quietly as she could, her last breath caught in her lungs. After ten seconds or so, once she was sure they hadn’t heard her shout, she let out a staggered exhale.

It was at this precise moment the final flag had been raised in Angel’s memory. Everything fell perfectly into place as she realized just why the video seemed familiar. She had, in fact, seen the movie before! It only stood out as a brief scene, but the memory came back with the speed and power of a sharp slap across her face.

This was the exact video Steven was viewing just a week and a half ago; just minutes before the two of them had their brief but sticky encounter that lust-filled morning. This was the movie playing on his laptop.

Steven was jerking off over watching the girl smoking in this video; acting all slutty while she beat off her vice-princip—she choked, her thoughts switching.

Mr. Hogarth! AND NOW Steven? Both of them have a thing for women who smoke?

The longer she thought, the more things started to make perfect sense.

Sure! That’s why Steven is always there to light my cigarette whenever I go to sneak a smoke in the back yard!

That’s why he seemed so agitated during those times!


Angel started to go over the events of their encounter that morning in her mind. She thought again about her spying on Steven while he masturbated to this video.

Then another series of slaps came by way of consecutive thoughts...

H-He barged in on me while I was playing with myself and smoking in the bathroom!

NO! I teased him into barging in…I did it while I was smoking in the bathroom!

He shot his cum all over my face while I was smoking! He painted my face with his cum as I took a drag…and blew…J-Jesus H Christ! Steven? My own brother!...

My poor dumb-possessed-obsessed-easily-manipulated step-brother!

That’s why he came so hard, and so much that fucking morning!

And who’s the dummy here? Angel chided herself at this point.

I was the one who was smoking a cigarette when it happened, but I wasn’t smart enough to put 2 and 2 together, even after he coated my fucking face!


All of this hit Angel’s consciousness hard. She laid there for several minutes looking at the paused scene on her laptop, her mind racing. Shock gave way to giddy arousal when she realized the nature of the hold she actually had upon her step-brother. She knew she could get anything she wanted from Steven. All she would have to do would be to smoke, and keep the possibility of hot sex thick in the air.

Christ! How easy this will be! she thought, sticking her hand under the waistband of her panties and rubbing her fingers over the lips of her vagina.

Elucidation continued as her clicking brain suddenly locked onto the potential manipulative power she could have over her school’s vice-principal. And, Angel thought, it is either just an incredible consequence that these two males within her small circle had this peculiar fetish, or it may be very likely that many men have it, as well. The mere existence of the website where she found the video seemed to prove the latter premise to Angel.

She turned over onto her back continuing to rub her wet pussy while giggling. She decided from that point on she would pluck this new arrow from her quiver and use it wisely, at any opportunity. Steven was the first white mouse in this experiment. And even though Angel had been completely unaware of his fetish during their encounter, in afterthought, the experiment bore fruit. She decided that he would continue to serve as an excellent test subject. But, armed with this new knowledge and a growing confidence, Angel already had bigger game in mind. Mr. Hogarth would be next.

“Oh man,” she chuckled softly under her breath. “I could really use that cigarette, now!”

Angel’s thoughts turned mischievously to her step-brother who was still sitting downstairs in the living room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Nothing more had happened between the two of them since that steamy morning. Oh, the sexual tension was still there, most certainly. And Angel could feel it building toward another encounter. But, neither one of them had talked about the events which played out in the bathroom that morning since it happened. Nor did they even refer to it vaguely or otherwise.

As it was transpiring, it seemed dream-like to the both of them, anyway. And how it ended was equally as surreal. During Steven’s third spurt of cum up the center of her face, Angel had plugged the two middle fingers of her right hand back into her pussy. The combination of her rapidly plunging digits, the sight of Steven’s stiff cock being jacked off in front of her, and the feel of his warm sperm striking her cheeks, lips and nose drove her immediately over. She heard herself screaming as if in agony with the shock of her climax, while Steven grunted and groaned above her during every additional spurt of semen that pelted against her face.

Once Steven’s cock had stopped ejaculating and was just dribbling—the drips falling onto Angel’s bare thighs and splattering onto the toilet seat—the bathroom started to come back into focus for him. Angel, however, was still coming, fucking her fingers frantically into her convulsing vagina. Meanwhile, Steven just stood there watching her and breathing hard. With his cock in hand, he kept rubbing the tip all around in the sloppy wet mess he had created on her face, spreading it out on her skin, painting her cheeks and lips, as Angel’s orgasm subsided.

Then Steven stuffed his still-rigid dick back into his boxer shorts the best he could. And as abruptly as he walked in, he turned around and walked back into his bedroom, pulling the bathroom door shut behind him.

Angel just sat there, her breath coming in short gasps as the body high started to fade. Steven’s sperm dripped in strands from her face, falling onto her tee-shirt-covered breasts and plopping onto the floor in front of the toilet.

Did that just happen? She questioned in shock, bringing the hand still holding her half-smoked cigarette up to her face. Her finger tips smeared around the mess, scraping some of the semen off her cheek. She brought them up in front of her unbelieving eyes and focused on the sticky mess as if to check her senses.

Breathing in deeply, Angel stared at her dripping fingers for a few moments, her mouth agape, then turn her head toward the door through which Steven had just exited. Her mind worked to process what had just happened. It wasn’t the idea that a sex act just transpired between Steven and her. She expected something to happen. And after all, it was mostly allowed to happen through her provocation in the first place. Sure, Steven was no saint in this matter. He was guilty of peeking at her, spying on her through the bathroom door. But Angel knew he was there, and she could have stopped it at any time, had she so desired.

So, it wasn’t the sex act itself, or Steven losing control which baffled her. She knew how those things happened. She wanted it to happen. However, the specifics of the encounter startled her, considering how it evolved and especially how it ended. He came on her face. That never happened to Angel before. She had jerked plenty of guys off in the past. It was a regular thing between her and her boyfriend Sergio. And in general, Angel enjoyed watching a stiff penis shooting off. It was not only stimulating to witness, but it was a flattering testimonial to her sexual being, her overall beauty, and her ability to excite and inspire such a reaction. She had watched cum shooting on the floor before, due to her manipulations—that’s what she expected Steven to do. She even had cum shoot on her hands before. But Angel had never experienced a guy shooting off all over her face. She had heard about it happening. She knew it took place in pornographic material. But, she never thought things like that could happen in real life. And she would never expect a guy to do such a dirty, nasty thing, least of all her dear step-brother.

Still, it’s a hell of a way to start a morning! Angel thought as she took a final drag from the semen-wet cigarette and crushed it out in the ashtray on the counter next to her.

She stood up from the toilet and pulled her panties the rest of the way down her legs, kicking them off to the side. They landed next to the tub. Crossing her arms in front of her, she grabbed hold of the cum-stained tee-shirt and pulled it up over her face. Some of her step-brother’s jit smeared onto the material on the way up as it rubbed against her skin. Angel’s large tits bounced free as she yanked the shirt up over them, and then off her head. She used the soiled shirt to wipe the rest of Steven’s cum off her face, and then tossed it on top of the discarded panties on the floor.

Angel stepped into the tub and shut the smoked glass door. She turned the spigots to adjust the water, after which she started the shower. The warm spray felt wonderful. She tilted her head up into the shower spray, allowing the pressured streams to rinse her sticky face, as the water cascaded down over her curvaceous form.

During her shower that morning, Angel’s mind kept trying to process the event from different angles. For instance, another element which nagged at her had to do with how fast Steven reached his climax. She knew he had been masturbating in his bed to that video. In addition, she guessed he was jacking off before he barged in on her, as well. Despite all of that, to Angel it seemed he had reach a peak much too quickly. She was usually pretty adept at sensing when a man was about to ejaculate. Had she been able to properly gauge Steven’s build up, she would have certainly gotten out of the way before his cock erupted.

No. There was something odd about Steven’s quick release. For that moment in the shower, Angel flattered herself, chalking it up to her abilities. That, coupled with Steven’s build up of frustration over the years of being teased by her, must have literally come to a head.

~~~~~~~

But Angel had finally gotten it when she recognized this video. Steven had become overheated because she was smoking during their encounter, and not just because he was excited watching her finger herself.

For a moment, while the video was still paused, and the realization of Steven’s fetish bounced around in her mind, Angel toyed with the notion of continuing the experiment with her horny step-brother right then and there. She thought about getting dressed and going out to the yard to have that cigarette she had been craving. Angel knew that if she made her intentions obvious to him, Steven would follow her to the yard. Once there, she thought that she could ‘play’ with him and see how far it would go this time. One well placed exhale into his face would probably start the experiment.

However, Angel decided to put it off. The time wasn’t right. Her step mother was home, and her father was due in at any moment. Besides, Angel wanted to see the grand finale of the hot video. Shrugging off the idea of seducing Steven again for the time being, Angel turned back onto her stomach, facing the laptop once more. The video would take on deeper significance in light of the new discovery of her step-brother’s secret passion.

~~~~~~

Of course, all of the previous action taking place in the video took longer to describe than it did to actually happen. For back in the video the student was still in the midst of that teasing inhale. After the ball of smoke retreated into her lungs, Helen dropped the spent butt on the floor. This time, when she finally exhaled, she forcefully shot an ever-expanding cone of smoke from her pouting lips to rise straight up in front of her face. With her bottom lip extending a bit forward, she was able to direct the column of smoke almost vertically. It missed hitting the vice-principal’s face but created a moving wall between their close-set noses. The sight nearly had him over the edge, and he still caught the aroma of her smoke-lace essence up his nose. He moaned a little louder breathing it in, while Helen continued to twist her fist on his cock, massaging the pulsing tip through his pants. Angel watched the actor desperately fighting the urge to ejaculate as he moved his hand up her now bare shoulder.

Again, to Angel, the vice-principal looked as if he were dancing with the young student. His one hand still grasped her jacking arm by the wrist, while the other tightly gripped her opposite shoulder. And, if Angel squinted, the girl almost looked as though she were shaking his extended hand, her arm pumping up and down, and occasionally in and out. But watching this dance and this somewhat more-than-cordial ‘hand shake’ made Angel pant as her first orgasm subsided to a low roar. At that moment, she wished she were Helen.

"There is something else you need to understand, young lady," the educator managed to choke as he pushed her arm away, dislodging her hand from his tented pants.

He brought his free hand up to grasp her other shoulder and insistently pushed her body away from him, creating an arms-length distance between them. The camera showed that his trousers were in a sad state. Tented out at the crotch and darkened by his secretions; the wet sticky material clung to the shape of his cock head. It still bore the lipstick smudge put there by the student’s lips during the earlier episode in the girls’ rest room.

"Y-you still have a lot to learn about the consequence of your actions. You must be punished, and punished severely," he panted, trying to catch his breath.

She was also panting from the exertion, her ample blouse-clad chest heaving through the opened part of her unbuttoned varsity sweater.

"Please, oh PLEASE don't suspend me Mr. Lowe," Helen pleaded again, continuing to play this hot game, but knowing full well that no matter what, this man still held her fate in his hands. She must play along and take this scenario to the end, where ever it may lead.

"My parents would kill me if you suspend me," she added, hoping to soften the severity of the consequences.

Somewhat regaining his composure, the vice-principle looked upon the pleading student. A stern expression returned to his face as he brought his hand up to rub his chin in thoughtful consideration. However serious he may have tried to appear, to Helen he looked kind of silly standing there with his pants all wet, disheveled and grossly distended in the front just below his belt.

Although still genuinely fearful of what might happen to her, the girl stifled a nervous giggle while looking at his condition. In an attempt to fall back into her role within this game, she took a deep breath. However, she was very much aroused thinking about the events of the past half-hour. Knowing that she caused this proper, stuffy authority figure to loose control in such a short amount of time excited her. It also puzzled her to think that through the simple act of smoking a cigarette, she had brought his cock to an erection, and made him stain his pants. But his organ was still erect! Judging from the way he reacted to her last exhale, she thought she had finished him.

Realizing she hadn't brought him off in his pants, Helen looked down at the teacher's bulging erection and then back up to his face. She shook her head in amazement, with her eyes shut and her lips parted, wondering what could be next.

"What haven't I understood?" she asked, a pang of fear washing over her body.

Angel sensed that within the portrayal of Helen, the actress was trying to communicate a tense, apprehensive mood building within her character's demeanor. The character of Helen knew something was about to happen. She could see that possibilities both excited and frightened the girl at the same time.

But Angel knew what was about to take place, and she began to pick up the pace by rubbing her moist sex a little harder in anticipation of the wet finale to this kinky movie. She wanted to time her next building release to coincide with the smoky fireworks. She thought again about her own vice-principal, and tried to imagine what it might be like to incite him to do this to her. She shivered at the thought while turning her attention back to the laptop screen.

Mr. Lowe continued to look at the distraught Helen in silence, cupping his mouth now.

“Listen, I know smoking is a bad thing. I-it's naughty and, as you said, 'brazen,'...and-and I know I shouldn't have been doing it in the girl's room,” she whined in a spate of mild hysteria while fidgeting nervously, straightening her sweater and smoothing her skirt.

“But, what more do you want me to learn?”

The vice-principal stared at the student, waiting in silence for her to fill in the blanks. He knew that she would eventually invite the punishment which was actually in store for her.

“Oh…I-I'm so sorry I blew smoke in your face,” Helen added. “Was that it? I know how that must've angered you.”

“Well, 'angered' is probably the wrong word, Ms. Kirby,” finally speaking while he stepped closer to the girl.

“‘Disappointed’ could serve as a better description. Perhaps even ‘disgust’ may be a more appropriate word.”

She stepped back slightly, her arms folding over her chest. “Disgust? Why?”

"Do you know what type of person is known for doing such things, Ms. Kirby?" the vice-principal asked in mounting anger.

She shrugged her shoulders while tilting her head to one side.

“Do you know what types of human trash are known for this sort of behavior?”

The student could sense the building anger tainting his words. She shivered, shaking her head as she moved another step back.

“Whores, Ms. Kirby,” he stated pointedly, moving toward her one more step. “Yes. Prostitutes, and pardon my language, SLUTS, Ms. Kirby...That's who!”

Angel was incensed by the character’s display of Victorian attitude and world-view, and was frankly taken aback by his apparent ugly sexism and misogyny. But still, she couldn’t help feeling aroused by the punch of his words and his dominant persona.

Helen stepped back again, trying to create a safe distance between her and the angered vice-principal.

“And I'm not just referring to the sight of a woman smoking—an act which might lead a man to think she’s a whore. Although, for some men, that may be enough,” he continued, stepping another foot forward again; countering the distance Helen had placed between them.

That time she did not back away from the advancing vice-principal. Helen remained silent, her arms still folded.

“No. It’s about her behavior while she’s smoking. It’s about what such behavior brings out in certain men,” he continued.

“Aren't you aware of the effect that the type of behavior you have displayed here this afternoon has on a man?” he questioned, stepping even closer to the ever-cowering student.

“Don't you know what it once meant when a woman blew smoke into the face of a man? Haven't you given a moment’s thought as to what you caused to happen here today by your actions?” he asked, practically shouting into the frightened student’s beautiful face.

“No, Mr. Lowe,” Helen said, feeling very intimidated and on the verge of tears. “Please explain it to me so I never make the same mistake again.”

“For example...Look at what you have done to me,” he said, indicating the huge tent in his pants.

Helen looked down once again at his wet, lipstick-stained trousers.

“W-what?” she cried. “Your pants...th-they're—“

“Alright, my dear young woman, I'll show you first hand what you've done,” he said, not waiting for a full response, and bringing his hands up to grip her shoulders.

“Here...take a closer look!”

"Oh," Helen mewed sheepishly in fear, as she felt herself being pushed down by the power of the man's arms.

Much to her horror, before she could do anything to counter the maneuver, the sexy student found herself in free-fall. With her torso being forced down and pulled forward by the domineering vice-principal, Helen's legs buckled out. Her feet slipped back behind her, and her knees dropped to eventually slam painfully against the cold tile of the classroom floor. The girl sounded a helpless cry on her way down. Her arms shot forward at the end of the fall, and her hands extended out, trying to stop herself from ending up face-down, flat on the floor. The strap to the bag which had been slung over her left shoulder slipped down her arm during the forced decent. The bag crashed noisily to the floor, spilling and scattering the contents of the front pocket at the feet of the impetuous and forceful Mr. Lowe. Loose coins rolled edge-wise in all directions, her lipstick tube rolled toward Mr. Lowe's right foot, eventually bouncing off the sole of his shiny, black shoe. The pack of Salem 100s slipped out also, landing between the student and her disciplinarian. She ended up practically on all fours, her trunk upright but bent forward at a sixty degree angle, while she struggled to balance herself on her spread finger-tips.

Dazed from the fall, Helen lifted her head, and found herself suddenly facing the big bulge of the man’s erection once again. The vice-principal's hands, still on her shoulders, held her in place as he shoved the tip of the obscene protrusion against her face.

"Oh no! Mr. Lowe, mmm, Pl-please, n-no!" she moaned in anguish and arousal while she struggled to move her head back and out of the way.

Bent forward at the waist, the teacher was fucking his hips at her, guiding the head of his organ to scrape repeatedly across her skin. More of her make-up and lipstick smeared onto the already soiled light-colored material of his pants as he pushed against her face, and rubbed his concealed erection around her features. She whimpered and moaned, trying to get her face out of range, while the vice-principal poked the throbbing tip into her eyes, and bumped it against her freckled cheeks.

“Now do you see Ms. Kirby?” he growled, pumping his pelvis at her. “Huh? Now can you see the damage you have caused?”

"PLEASE! MISTER LO-mmmmm!" Helen's words were cut off by the abrupt intrusion of the pants-covered knob when it had suddenly speared passed her open lips and right into her mouth during her protest.

"Mulgh-glug-flug," she blathered incoherently, her useless screams muffled by the obscene invasion. His hands had come off her shoulders and were now holding her head still while he plunged and fucked as much of the clothed dick into the struggling girl's mouth. Her hands had shot up during his entry and were now gripping his legs for support against his thrusts.

The girl snorted through her nose, trying desperately to take in air. Meanwhile, her saliva began to soak and softened the material farther along the protrusion. In between thrusts, as he pulled the cock back out a bit, lipstick streaks could now be seen on the fabric, running about half way down the length.

"Oh no! Don't Mr. Lowe," she pleaded, after he finally pulled it out from her mouth. He began slapping it against her cheeks while she looked up at his face in terror, gasping for breath and panting from the exertion.

"Please! I'll do anything...anything you want!"

"Okay then Ms. Kirby," he responded, relinquishing his grasp on the sides of her head.

"Oh no!" she mewed weakly. She was still clutching at his legs, holding on for dear life and watching his hands move to his pants. At first he grabbed his cloth-covered erection and began jacking it in front of the student’s panting mouth.

Oh fuck! Angel thought. Yes! Jerk it off right through your fucking pants, you nasty bastard!

Angel gasped, imagining for a brief moment the vice-principal’s nuts suddenly erupting within the confines of his pants; the tip of his hidden cock driving pulses of semen out through the fabric. In her mind’s eye, she could see him rubbing it across the student’s face, painting her cheeks and mouth with the messy secretions as they emerged from the cloth. But again, she knew the movie ended differently.

Helen's face showed fear, her eyes becoming slits, her eyebrows arching, and her mouth pouting, as she watched the vice-principal suddenly let go of his cock and grasp the tab to his zipper.

“Helen. Let me just show you the hard, bare facts.”

And with that, he pulled the zipper of his soiled trousers all the way down. The student continued to whimper childishly in fear, still grasping his legs, watching the vice-principal reach into the opened pants. Her whimpering changed to a sudden stunned cry when he finally pulled his erection out into the open.

“THIS is what your behavior has caused, you teasing, smoking...!” he couldn't finish his sentence. His words choked in his throat, while he grasped the vein-covered hard on at the zipper, and started shaking it in front of her lovely face.

“Oh, GOD! Wh-what are you going to do?” Helen whispered breathlessly, looking straight ahead and then fearfully up into his eyes.

“First, I'm going to let you do what it is you like to do best,” Lowe growled. “And then I will show you the consequences of your actions. You must be taught a lesson, my dear young woman, and this is the only way I can think of to bring the point home!”

Mr. Lowe throttled his exposed, stiff, ten-inch erection, and while the girl looked on in stunned horror, he began to masturbate, barely an inch from her face, pointing the head right at her lips.

“Pick those up,” he groaned in an intimidating low tone, indicating the pack of Salem 100s on the floor with his eyes.

“Pick those up, and light another cigarette.”

Angel clutched at herself, well on her way to another orgasm. She had pushed the cloth of her drenched panties to one side between her spread thighs, and was now freely banging her exposed vagina, plunging her middle finger into and out of the contracting hole as she watched the screen.

This video was down-right obscene. Up until that night, she had never seen anything like the goings-on happening in this short movie. Smoking as a sexual stimulant? Blowing smoke into a man's face? Jerking a man off through his pants? Being forced to actually suck a man off through his trousers? Such things were not only foreign to her, but what she would have once considered odd, and perhaps even disgusting and nasty. This was, Up until now.

But on the other hand, up until a week and a half ago, the idea of a man pulling his penis out and just beating off in front of a woman's face would have never occurred to Angel, as well. Call her naive, but she would have never imagined that such a nasty thing could ever happen. Now here she was, not only accepting the fact that this man was going to have an orgasm all over the girl's face, but desperately wanting to see it happen. And all of this brought on because of the girl smoking.

He's gonna do it to her while she is smoking, Angel thought, fingering her cunt faster. How dirty and kinky can this get?

By now, without Angel even realizing it, the video had influenced her sexuality. The over-arching element of the porn movie had already taken a strong hold on Angel's psyche. Earlier in the evening, her and her friend Jill had puzzled over the smoking thing. Now, she found the smoking aspect of the sexual activity she was viewing to be highly stimulating. Angel, in fact, now had a smoking fetish. It took hold that quickly. She was now sexually aroused about something she didn’t even know existed until that evening. In fact, she was now hot over the very same "perversion" she had cursed Mr. Hogarth for earlier.

Panting erratically from her masturbatory activity, she though again of Hogarth, and turned to watch the video.

Meanwhile, back in the video, Helen released her grip on the vice-principal’s legs and reached down, retrieving the dropped pack of Salem 100s. As she did this, the over-sized varsity sweater slipped off her other shoulder. It now hung from the bend in both her arms. The heavy jersey knit fabric had folded all the way down her back and was now puddled around her waist in a heap. Her half-open sleeveless white blouse was also now fully exposed. In the earlier struggle between her and the vice-principal, the next button on the garment had popped open, further revealing flesh just below her bra line. The curve of her large breasts protruded out from her body. The white pleated material of the blouse stretched apart even farther to the sides of her chest. Her inviting red bra-covered tits were full exposed to the camera. Angel could now see that the bra was purposefully too small for her, as well. It struggled to contain the generous girth of the girl's chest; the material of the underwear was shiny from being stretched to its limits.

The young girl looked thoroughly ravaged. And in her disheveled state, to Angel she looked even more erotically lovely. Angel guessed that the camera operator and the technically crew must have been in a tizzy watching this performance, and especially looking upon this girl in her present state as she knelt there on the floor. There was absolutely no doubt about it. This young woman was the personification of sex itself. She was a goddess, and wisely chosen for this or any role.

The actress sat against her calves, on top of her folded legs, her trunk leaning slightly forward, as she shook out a tapered cigarette from the pack.

“Come on!” the masturbating vice-principal growled, emphasizing his impatience by thrusting his hips forward and bumping the weeping head of his cock against the girl's cheek while she placed the cigarette filter between her abused lips.

“Mmmmm,” Helen whimpered around the filter, dropping her gaze from the teacher's dick, and reaching into the pocket of her fallen sweater for the lighter.

Mr. Lowe's jacking fist was in constant motion. Helen’s reactions were mixed. The sound and sight of the man's hand-job excited her, but she was also afraid. It was happening too close, right in front of her face. His breathing was becoming more labored. She could hear his gripping fist running repeatedly over the hard, wet flesh. The sloppy sound was getting louder, which she knew meant that his dick was getting wetter. She also knew that the wet, slushy sound was getting louder because he was quickly approaching an orgasm. And that meant he would be ejaculating very soon.

With his cock so close to her face, Helen now knew what her punishment would be. The actress began to cry softly as she held the cigarette between her fingers, igniting the lighter and bringing the flame up to the tip. Within her portrayal, Angel could see the actress resigning herself to the inevitable. Angel knew the moment was finally coming, and she began to come as well!

“I-I'll sh-show you, my brazen little Miss,” he panted, his hand moving even faster, the sloppy sound echoing louder in the room.

“I'll show you, and-and th-then you'll see...then you see!”

“Mmm-hmm,” the girl whimpered in agreement. With the cigarette gripped in her lips, her head nodded and tears began to stream down her cheeks, while she pulled the flame into the tip.

Angel continued to plunge two fingers in and out of her vagina. She could feel her pussy contracting as she perceived the tension building in the video. Her hand sped up, knowing the moment was nigh.

Helen’s fingers parted away from the cigarette, leaving it suspended between her lips as she took in her first drag. It was while her cheeks were hollowing, accepting the puff of smoke into her mouth, when she heard the vice-principal groan above her.

“Missss Kirby! Ma-Ma-Miss K-Kirrr-beeee!

Mr. Lowe had been watching this sexy girl's movements the whole time, and getting more and more overwhelmed by her behavior. Looking down upon her—kneeling as she was at his feet and beginning to softly whimper in submissive acceptance to the punishment, while she also lit a cigarette—pushed him to the precipice.

Before the girl could close the 'v' of her fingers around the cigarette to pull it away from her clenched lips, Angel saw the first thin squirt of cum issue from the head of the teacher's penis. It struck the girl's lips, landing somewhere around the filter.

That was it for Angel. She gasped through another wrenching body surge, writhing on the bed and rubbing her hand vigorously over her climaxing sex. She cried out in pleasure watching the vice-principal begin to paint the girl’s lips with his next shot of cum, just as she pulled the cigarette from her mouth. Helen’s lips opened with an audible pop, and a ball of white smoke hung suspended for a moment before being sucked into her body.

“AH! HELEN!” he groaned, Lowe’s hand jacking frantically. Another spurt jetted from the head of his dick, cutting downward along the curve of one of her freckled cheeks. The tail end of the rope fell across her mouth while her lips pursed to blow.

That squirt was followed almost immediately by yet another long string-like pulse of semen. It issued from the vice-principal’s stiff organ during his next upstroke and hit directly against her mouth. Helen was in the middle of her exhale when that happened. The splash practically sealed her lips. She blew a bubble at first, but it burst quickly, and smoke streamed forward in a perfect cone anyway; rushing out through the small narrow slit formed in the center of her pucker. The fast moving stream of smoke blew over Mr. Lowe’s cock, billowed all around his jacking fist, and bouncing off his trousers.

“Mr. Lowe!” Helen whimpered, the cigarette still held daintily next to her face. “My face! On my face!”

“Helen! Quick! Take another drag! There’s more I have to show y-y-y-oooouu ” he rasped as another jet burst out, only to shoot across the girl’s left eye. It slung itself over her eye socket, draping down from her brow to the top of her cheek. Sperm now hung in droplets from her eye lash.

“Oh no! mmm,” she moaned in surprised anguish, bringing the cigarette to her semen-coated lips.

The vice-principal bellowed a gut-wrenching sound during Helen’s drag. Just before she pulled the cigarette from her mouth, his dick ejaculated again. It was a huge discharge, blasting out on the upstroke. It flew toward Helen’s face, and a good portion of the shot blanketed over her cigarette, putting it out as the girl finished her drag. The rest of the large eruption splattered cum all over the middle and bottom parts of her face; covering her nose, lips and chin.

Helen pulled the extinguished, cum-dripping cigarette out from between her lips with a loud, surprised gasp. Then, she noisily blew the lungful of smoke in another perfect stream at Mr. Lowe’s dick. As if in retaliation, his cock spat a final shot of sperm against the girl’s cheek right after she finished exhaling.

The video player stopped, frozen on the last frame. It showed a tight close-up of Helen’s expression right after that final spurt—with her sperm-coated lips parted wide in a gasp, her eyes squeezed shut, her freckled nose and her cheeks glazed and dripping semen.

Angel came hard while watching that finale. She continued rubbing herself long after, looking at the actress’s sex-drenched face frozen in the player window.

After a while, Angel closed the lid of her Acer, and turned over onto her back.

“Tomorrow,” she whispered, looking up at the ceiling. “Tomorrow will be my day,”

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The sound of the Bic lighter being ignited grabbed Hogarth’s attention. He looked up from Angel’s pussy; his face drenched in his saliva and her secretions. A shocked look shaped his eyes as he caught sight of her pulling the flame into the tip of the cigarette being held firmly between her cherry lips. Another drop of semen fell from his exposed cock, dripping into the small puddle between his knees.

As Hogarth watched in aroused disbelief, Angel took a long drag into her mouth, and then pulled the cigarette away from her open lips, snapping a tight cloud of smoke noisily into her lungs.

Looking down upon Hogarth kneeing there at her feet, she blew an expanding stream of smoke through the small opening of her smiling lips. It rushed downward, striking Hogarth’s face.

“Got an ashtray ‘round here?”


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4 comments

georgetyerbyterReport

2014-03-25 18:03:27
Oops! Sorry for the double-double entry-entry!

georgetyerbyterReport

2014-03-25 18:01:57
To "Anonymous" (comment # 1) - Thank you for your praise. It is greatly appreciated! And yes, thank you for the criticism, as well. I was presented with a logistical problem throughout the story's time frame since there are several transitions intended to represent informative "flashbacks." My apologies for the confusion.

georgetyerbyterReport

2014-03-25 18:00:28
To "Anonymous" (comment # 1) - Thank you for your praise. It is greatly appreciated! And yes, thank you for the criticism, as well. I was presented with a logistical problem throughout the story's time frame since there are several transitions intended to represent informative "flashbacks." My apologies for the confusion.

Anonymous readerReport

2014-03-25 07:11:47
That was great! It was very well written, very descriptive.

The only thing I have to say for constructive criticism (and I'm not trying to be mean here) is that the time line was rather confusing.

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