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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."]
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(Het, smoking fetish, M/f, submissive female, teasing, clothed
sex, clothed hand jobs, 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 horny nature, as of late, 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 discernible
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 feel 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 Menthol 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, Angel, 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.

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

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.


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

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 muttered. "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 snidely,
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 the
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 ehim.

"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 stressfully 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 unzipped 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 eheepishly 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...ah...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.

"Shhh-ould 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 pof the girl during
the course ef 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 groaned, 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 hittig the
vice-principal's face bu 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 it that? 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 gbra 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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