Angel's Education: The Epiphany, The Video, Her Emerging Fetish, And The Vice-Principal.
[An addendum to a previously published erotic story, by the author “Luthor,” entitled “The Reverend’s Little Angel.”]
A smoking fetish short story replete with teasing, clothed sex, clothed hand jobs, masturbation and facials.
By George Tyerbyter—aka Mick Carlo.
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I don’t want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart
—Eddie Seiler, Sol Marcus, Bennie Benjemen and Eddie Durham. The Ink Spots
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Angel Tucker screamed again.
Her girlish facial expression contorted into a very adult-looking grimace of unbridled sexual ecstasy. Angel’s almond eyes were squeezed shut with her brows pulled inward and turned up, as her head turned sharply from side to side. The violent movement whipped her straight shoulder-length blonde hair, fanning it out in all directions. Angel's full, well-proportioned body writhed, as well. Once again wracked with pleasure, her curvaceous form shook and twisted through yet another consuming climax. There seemed to be no limit to the girl’s capacity to cum. However, the intensity of this current seizure outpaced all of the others she had experienced in the past hour.
An orgasm can do extraordinary things to a young girl's appearance. It is capable of wiping an everyday, reserved, or otherwise modest and shy demeanor away, allowing within the vestiges, something primal, and something wild to surface. If experienced intensely enough, it can rip the mask of innocence from her visage within an instant, revealing a stressed, almost painfully-felt eroticism, licentious in expression. It has been noted that there exists a fine dividing line between the sensations of extreme pleasure and pain. This was, in fact, what Angel Tucker’s face and body were communicating at that moment.
That's not all an orgasm can do to a girl's appearance. If aided by an over-aroused accomplice during an illicit sexual encounter, it could further transform her look in the most astonishingly erotic ways. Thanks to the induced orgasms shot forth from her delirious, frenetic male partner, Angel’s teenage face projected the very image of lewd, salacious sex. Set in an anguished frown carved by the ongoing climax she was now experiencing, her features—painted and glazed as they were with multiple loads of sperm—positively glowed under the office lights.
As the high school senior’s supple body quivered uncontrollably through this latest lustful convulsion, the wet offerings from her vice-principal’s numerous ejaculations—clumped, multi-layered splotches and elongated streaks thickly coating the girl’s porcelain skin—were in motion on her upturned face. Gravity had begun to force some of the more voluminous dollops of the man’s semen to stream down in glistening rivulets. Periodically, globs of the immorally applied fluid would slip off her nose, lips and cheeks, plopping down onto her partially-opened white blouse, further soiling the fabric. Some of it dangled in pearl-like strands from one of Angel’s hoop earrings. As she shook her head in ecstasy, the strands swayed obscenely. The sloppy drips cascaded from the jewelry, and were becoming elongated, eventually stretching down onto her shoulder. Several streams ran down her tapered neck. While other elastic drips snapped free from her chin, the drops falling upon the folds of her hurriedly yanked up skirt.
The older man responsible for Angel’s present condition—St. Catherine’s High School vice-principal, Mr. H. T. Hogarth—knelt on the floor between her legs, mashing his face into her exposed vagina. The normally collected school administrator seemed crazed, and was indeed being driven mad with aphrodisia for this buxom blonde tart. His face rubbed back and forth against her sex, his tongue furrowing deep within the opened folds; the sand-rough stubble on his cheeks and chin scraped repeatedly across the girl’s wet flesh.
Angel’s pelvis gyrated wildly on Hogarth’s office chair in heated response to the sensation, while her hands gripped the arms of the chair tightly for support. Mr. Hogarth’s knees moved outward on the floor, pressing against her feet in an effort to get Angel to spread her legs even farther apart. In her delirium, the quivering girl accommodated him, widening the distance between her knees. She opened her legs even more, sliding her tender body forward. As she did so, her shoulders and head slipped down on the back of the seat, while she also impatiently shoved her wet sex back against his advancing face.
The black and white saddle shoes Angel wore scuffed noisily on the tile floor when she moved her full buttocks forward on the seat. Her proper uniform skirt bunched higher up around her waist during the adjustment. Angel’s pale blue panties were heaped down at the base of her right leg and were now draped haphazardly around the shoe. Removed in a hurry by the over-excited Mr. Hogarth, the student had only managed to pull her left foot free from the dainty garment before he forced her legs apart and rammed his tongue into her hole.
Angel’s firm, large breasts heaved desperately against the restraining uniform blouse she wore. During the vice-principal’s impetuous attack on her exposed flesh, the cotton material was being pulled taut across her chest, as the remaining closed buttons on the half-open garment struggled to hold fast against the thrust of Angel’s protruding orbs. This was made worse when Mr. Hogarth began rapidly flicking the tip of his stiffened tongue against the girl’s swollen clitoris. It caused the buxom, blonde eighteen year-old student to gasp in sharper breaths, and made her cry out in shameless pleasure during the exhales, as she squirmed violently on his office chair.
Throughout this entire episode of immoral debauchery, Angel's moans, squeals, and screams of sexual release had been almost constant. They filled the stuffy educator's modest office with sounds unlike anything ever heard in that space. He hadn't been silent either, growling and grunting loudly during several body-wrenching ejaculations—ejaculations being coaxed out of his cock by this beguiling, seductive creature in front of him. He had been concerned about the decibel levels of their combined lust-choked screams five minutes before. A pang of worry went through his thoughts while he was obliging the enticing student's begging request for him to shoot his second load of sperm all over her screaming face.
Continuing to pleasure the girl orally, the administrator’s mind began to wander. He started to question the sound-proofing capabilities of the windows, the walls and especially the thick wooden door to his office.
Can this be heard in the hall, or outside in the park? he thought, a shiver of fear running through him.
After all, it was practically the middle of the school day. There had been plenty of activity taking place in the corridors and outside in the park below his office. A lot of people were busily scurrying from here to there.
At least we’re still dressed, he schemed. Aside from my cum being smeared all over her face, we could jump up and adjust ourselves the second we heard the door, and everything would look normal…well, somewhat normal, I guess?
It was true; both of them were indeed, still fully dressed. Sure, Angel’s thin skirt was pulled up and bunched around her waist. Her white cotton blouse was partially unbuttoned, and her panties were half off, pulled down and draped around her shoe. However, aside from appearing a bit disheveled from the sex, to Hogarth she looked close enough to being “pulled together.” She still wore all the peripheral items of her school uniform. Yes, it was also true her hair was a bit mussed, and of course, her face was thickly coated with his semen. Nevertheless, he reckoned, all of that could easily be rectified posthaste if they were focused and clever enough. Her face could be wiped, and her appearance smoothed in no time.
He too was also fully clothed. He still had on his white shirt. It was buttoned properly and his red tie still hung neatly from the clean knot between his collars. His trousers were still fastened under his belt. Of course, the fly was wide open, and his wet eight-inch erection was sticking straight out from the opening. But he thought he would be able to stow it away pretty quickly if someone knocked. Yes, in his reasoning, all of this could be set right fairly quickly.
Besides, he thought, the door is locked securely. I’d have to open it to let anyone in. That would give us ample time to collect ourselves.
Unfortunately, Vice-Principal Hogarth had completely overlooked one important thing. He had forgotten about the rather large stain on his pants at the crotch, a stain caused by the teasing manipulations of the young student’s hand at the beginning of this promiscuous episode. It never entered into his planning. The unsightly dark stain was a tell-tale forgotten ‘loose end’ which would be his failing the very minute he opened the door to let anyone into the office. But mindless of this fact, he continued the logical progression within his fevered brain, mapping out more possible strategies.
However, his thoughts kept returning to the noise. There still was the racket coming from inside the office.
People might be able to hear this outside, and begin to suspect what I’m doing in here, he continued. Then where would I be?
Yes, in the vice-principal’s mind, being caught would result in a scandal of immense proportions, recovery from which would not be possible. A forced resignation would surely ensue; a long, steady career would almost instantly go down in flames. Shame and ridicule would be at his doorstep. His reputation in the community would be blown to bits. His marriage would lay in ruins, with his family despising him. This would dog him for the rest of his nature life, making it impossible to return to any semblance of normalcy.
Dashed hopes and good intentions…Good, better, best…bested, he thought, a line from Edward Albee’s “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf” popping into his mind at that point for some reason.
Who’s afraid? Hogarth questioned. I am! I am, George! he replied.
Still, even through his concern and despite all of the possible horrific consequences, Mr. Hogarth couldn’t stop himself. He had given in to the temptation forty-five minutes before; diving head first into the lust, as a matter of fact. And now there seemed to be no way of stopping.
He continued eating Angel, blubbering and moaning his passion into her sex. His long cock—its length steadily growing as it stiffened up again—stuck obscenely out from the opened zipper of his trouser, the head still dripping the remnants of his last ejaculation. It formed a wet spot on the floor between the sexy student’s spread feet. And Angel’s wet seepage added to the indecent puddle’s size. Her pussy had been squirting against Hogarth’s face, with the spray also drenching the inside of her thighs. The fluid now dripped to the floor in strands from the edge of the leather seat, as the tip of the vice-principal’s red tie dipped repeatedly into the growing puddle of mixed secretions.
No. There was no way of stopping. The vice-principal was too far gone. However, once again, his thoughts returned to the sounds of sex filling his office. Hogarth had noticed the school bell ringing once, and tried to remember if their earlier mutual screams and bellows of ecstasy came before or after the bell had sounded. Either way would be bad, Hogarth surmised, if the door and the thick block walls weren't strong sound insulators.
So, when Angel started to cum again, building toward another inevitable piercing cry, the vice-principal shuddered. Motivated by his mounting concern over being caught, Hogarth reached up and clamped his left hand over Angel's sticky lips. Some of the educator’s previously spent loads streamed down off of Angel’s nose and cheeks and ran onto his clamped hand. With her screams momentarily stifled—rendering them partially muffled, along with her breathless open-mouthed panting—she closed her eyes tight, and began to snort passionately through her nose, surrendering completely to the bliss provided by Mr. Hogarth's tongue and lips.
In time, Angel’s contractions started to subside, and a steadier breathing pattern fell into place. With her half-closed eyes softening, she looked down upon the vice-principal with a sedate smile spreading on her lips under his clamped hand. Mr. Hogarth, still lovingly running his tongue along the folds of her vulva, kissing it tenderly on occasion, looked up into her eyes. Thoroughly drenched in her sweet secretions, Hogarth’s face shone brightly in the office light. With Angel momentarily quiet, the vice-principal took his hand, now wet from his own sperm, off her face, and brought it down to rest on her pussy. His fingers spread her labium, and he began to stimulate her toward another climax.
During this lull, while her last orgasm diminished, Angel’s head cleared enough for her to collect her thoughts. It was then she decided that the time had come to take this situation to another extreme. It was time to light a fire.
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Angel wasn’t always this promiscuous. Her personality for the most part, had been reflective of an unassuming, somewhat mild-mannered schoolgirl in possession of a keen intelligence and a sharp wit. Sure, she had always been a precocious young girl, as well—devilishly clever and forever inventive in her methods to get whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. But she never pushed the limit, and seldom was confrontational.
Yes, there was a tendency toward obsessive behavior in Angel’s history. For instance, she did smoke cigarettes and thoroughly enjoyed the habit, and she also dabbled in recreational drugs now and again. But she had always managed those penchants with ease and moderation. Of course, willfulness was also a strong trait in her character, and one might guess that this trait may have been a dominant factor leading to her recent metamorphosis. But, if the truth were know, it was more of a combination of her strong will, coupled with her horniness which probably set the change in motion.
And of course, there was the video. Ah yes, the video. But, let’s save that part of the story for later.
Speaking of her horny nature; up until recently, her sexual drive—and the tastes and urges which go along with it—was, by and large, confined to activities that most would considered to be "normal" for young women her age. Yes, there were elements of obsession present at times. But again, Angel managed it fairly easily. She never let it get the best of her. However, in the wake of recent developments in that area—developments which will be described with more clarity as you read further—Angel’s tastes had taken on a decidedly more bold and kinky nature.
How so, you ask?
Well, just two weeks before this episode with Vice-principal Hogarth, she had seduced her step-brother.
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Steven, the son of her new step-mom, Kathy Bronson, happens to be the same age as Angel. Both children had gotten along swimmingly ever since they first met, back when Angel’s father started dating Kathy nine years before. They were young children at that time of the marriage. And as young children are apt to do when placed in new situations, they adapted quickly. In time, and with relative ease, they fell into their new roles as brother and sister.
Kathy and the Reverend had dated over the course of a year and a half before finally marrying. Because their respective children were still very young, the long courtship helped aid in bringing about a smoother transition and a fluid adjustment for both families. It went far in solidifying Angel’s and Steven’s friendship and their future step-relationship because, during that time frame, the two soon-to-be-wed parents purposefully sought and orchestrated outings for both families. They coordinated school activities, and found mutually-enjoyed recreational activities for Steven and Angel, such as bowling, picnicking and camping. Also, the Reverend’s church had various activities. The children were encouraged to participate together in those functions, as well.
So, thanks to their parent’s conscious efforts, in short order Angel and Steven got to know and like each other. It all went smoothly during their parent’s courtship, and continued in that manner into the years following the marriage. Despite normal, sporadic bouts of sibling rivalry, Angel and Steven learned to love each other, as well. To the uninformed observer, they appeared in every way to be normal, blood-relation sister and brother.
Then suddenly, with very little effort on Angel’s or Steven’s part, that norm was drastically altered. Things turned much more intimate that morning, to say the least. Through her cunning, calculating behavior, Angel successfully teased Steven into her trap of desires and wants, convincing him in the long run that it was all his idea. It was easy, really. Well, at least to Angel it was easy.
You see, Angel had known for the longest time that Steven was secretly attracted to her. Recognition of her step-brother’s infatuation didn’t come from any obvious or direct occurrence. This knowledge would never have come to her through any sudden outright advances. Direct passes or even mildly discernable sexual advances wouldn’t be possible, considering their upbringing and their home environment. The head of their home, the Reverend William Tucker, would not tolerate such goings-on, if per chance he gained knowledge of them.
Reverend Tucker was a dominating figure in the household. Besides being a strict father, he was also a devout man of the cloth. Like most religious fundamentalists, fanaticism was very much a part of his make up. And also like most fundamentalists, he did not react well to any perceived challenges to his static belief system or his world view. The good Reverend was thin skinned while also possessing an ego as big as Mount Everest. All of these character traits contributed to the Reverend’s short fuse, where his anger was concerned. And present-day sexual promiscuity was a major sore point for him.
Reverend Tucker pontificated on the subject recurrently, and frequently used it as a thematic device in his oft-political, fire-and-brimstone sermons. He had been obsessively preoccupied with the subject all through Angel’s young life. Whenever the opportunity presented itself, he would lecture to her regularly on the finer points of his fears and insecurities concerning this sore point.
Knowing all about Reverend Tucker’s tyrannical, manipulative nature leads to a better understanding of Angel’s character and personality development over the years. To an extent, it also helps explain her seemingly sudden recent change. Conformity and child-like acceptance had given way to rebellion in small doses, at first. Then as Angel reached her late teens, and with the help of her less-restricted friends, the proverbial dam started to burst.
No. Steven’s, or for that matter Angel’s biologically-sound sexual urges would not be permissible topics for discussion under their parent’s roof. To be honest, as parents, neither Kathy, nor especially Reverend Tucker, were by any means prepared to deal with such things.
And again; Steven making noticeable passes at his step-sister would never happen. It would be stupid and risky, insofar as he was concerned. He knew that there would be hell to pay if he were caught. Any indication of such a thing happening in Reverend Tucker’s home would surely bring severe disciplinary proceedings into play and swift punishment for both Steven and Angel.
So, Steven kept the lust for his sister to himself, and he was painfully discreet about his actions. At least, Steven thought he was discreet. Likewise, Angel never let on that she knew. But she would use this knowledge to her advantage, expertly playing Steven like a Stradivarius at opportune moments to get what she wanted. And those events always ended in much the same manner. Angel would get her way, and Steven would go off somewhere to masturbate his frustrations away.
But retrospectively speaking, Angel’s awareness of Steven’s horniness for her filtered in gradually over their developmental years through her observance of subtle behavioral patterns on his part.
For example, Steven always seemed to be seeking opportunities to get as close to Angel as possible, as of late. Likewise, he sought any excuse to hug her, to crush her body to his. This behavior seemed to evolve quickly, and became habitual during the period of her breast development.
On that subject, Angel also noticed Steven sneaking peeks at the very prominent bulge of her breasts. Angel, to say the least, is well endowed and full figured. Not overweight or obese, not “chunky,” but proportionally curvy and full. Angel tended to wear short, tight, bare midriff hemmed tee-shirts, or low neck sweaters. Even while she wore one of her proper school uniform blouses Steven would sneak peeks at her tits. He never stared, mind you, but would look at them on the sly; stealing fleeting glances whenever he though she wasn’t looking. But Angel knew.
A few times, she had noticed him glancing down at her cleavage when he struggled to light her cigarette. That was another thing; Steven always seemed to be playing “Mr. Chivalrous,” tripping over himself to light her cigarette whenever the opportunity arose. On the occasions when she would sneak out of the house to have one in the yard next to the garage, Steven always seemed to find an excuse to be there with her. No matter when she’d decide to go out, Angel could expect to see Steven there, his lighter in hand.
Angel would continue nonchalantly smoking her cigarette during those times, completely unaware of the fact that Steven was also intensely obsessing on her full red lips—watching them purse and pucker as she dragged on the cigarette and exhaled. Unbeknownst to Angel, it was a fact that Steven had a very strong attraction to women who smoke. Furthermore, it was also a fact that he frequented the very same strange website which Angel and her friend Jill had stumbled—
—Well, that part of the story will also have to wait until later…
So, when the brief-but-steamy sexual encounter between the step-siblings finally happened that warm, late spring morning, Angel never put two and two together. She never realized that Steven had a strong so-called “smoking fetish,” even during the encounter, although a cigarette was between her fingers when it happened. The full brunt of that realization would come to her later, entirely by happenstance, the very night before her seduction of Mr. Hogarth.
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The step-sibling’s parents were out of town for a few days, attending one of Reverend Tucker’s frequent clergy conventions. As usual, this situation left Angel and Steven alone to make their own way. Both are responsible, working high school seniors and are perfectly capable of getting their own meals together, along with getting themselves off to school and to work on time. So, both parents felt confident with leaving them alone.
Everything went normally for the first day; both step sister and brother busied themselves with the tasks and duties at hand. It was on the morning of the second day the proverbial worm turned.
It was early morning. Angel awoke at her regular time to the harsh tone of her alarm clock. She was always the first to get up in their home. Dressed in her sleep attire, a tight white tee-shirt and pink panties, she clocked down the stairs of the quiet two-story house, her hand grasping the banister as a guide during her sleepy descent. Entering the kitchen, Angel went about the business of brewing a pot of coffee for herself and Steven. After pouring a cup, she made her way back up the stairs to begin getting ready for school. Angel had planned to wake Steven after she used the bathroom. That way, plenty of hot water for a long shower was hers’ for the taking.
She had just reached the top of the stairs when she though she heard a sound coming from the direction of Steven’s room. It sounded like a moan, but she wasn’t sure.
Angel’s and Steven’s bedrooms were adjoined, connected by a shared bathroom. Her bedroom was the first room at the top of the stairs, with Steven’s arranged next, and the master bedroom situated at the end of the long carpeted hall. Being as quiet as possible, she walked down to Steven’s room to see if she could identify the source of the sound. As she approached, this time Angel clearly heard the sound of her step-brother moaning.
His door was slightly ajar and Angel peeked inside. The head of his bed is positioned up against the other side of the hallway wall next to the door. So, when Angel peered in through the crack, she first saw Steven’s bare feet at the far end of the bed. As she positioned herself at the right angle to see the rest of him, the sight that greeted her eyes made her heart instantly start pounding, and almost caused her to drop the full coffee cup.
Steven was lying on his back, his long tall frame stretched out on top of the sheets. He wore only his white and black boxer shorts. Towering from the wide opened flap of the boxers was the longest, stiffest penis Angel had ever seen in-the-flesh, so to speak, at that point in her life. Her boyfriend Sergio had a big one, but Steven’s beat his by figurative mile! The sight of the tall hard cock sticking straight up from his opened boxers, made Angel’s heart pound even harder. She could hear the pulse beating in her ears as she looked on.
Speaking of ‘beating,’ that’s just what Steven was doing at that moment! His left hand formed a fist around the ten-inch erection, and he was moving it slowly from the base to the massive weeping tip. Angel gasped quietly and felt her pussy juice inside the panties.
Steven had his laptop opened next to him, and it was positioned on the other side of his body on the bed. The laptop screen faced the door. It flickered for a second, taking Angel’s attention away from her step-brother’s cock. She noticed that his head was turn toward the screen, and what she saw him watching made her gasp quietly again, once she was able to focus.
On the screen was a website video player showing an AVI of a shapely brunette and well built man. The two characters were standing face to face and they were both fully clothed. The girl had on a school uniform, much like the uniform Angel was required to wear. The man wore a dress suit and tie. However, this man had an obvious erection. Its length pushed his pants out into an obscenely prominent tent shape.
Angel did not notice that the sexy brunette had a cigarette between the fingers of one of her hands. To tell the truth, even if she had noticed the actress was smoking, Angel would never have put it together in her mind. The concept of a sexual obsession like that existing would have been foreign to her, with no discernible reference, at this point in time. But nevertheless, that was a major plot point in the movie. It was also the main element fueling Steven’s lust while he beat off.
What Angel did notice about the action on the screen made her heart beat quicken. It was what the girl was doing with her other hand. The actress was jerking vigorously on the man’s clothed erection as they stood looking into each other’s eyes. Her obvious intent was to make this poor man cum in his pants, and she seemed well on the way to accomplishing her goal. Angel watched the action for a few more moments, and then turned her attention back to Steven’s masturbation. Angel noticed that his hand movements were speeding up over his own cock, almost as if he were trying to match the tempo of the actress’s hand yanking on the man’s hidden dick.
Although enthralled and excited over witnessing all of this, Angel began to feel self-conscious. The uncomfortable feeling grew. She felt she was invading her step brother’s privacy, with no right to be there. The feeling of embarrassment grew by the second, until she finally decided to leave him alone, and go about the business of getting ready for school.
A bit shaken, and still quite aroused, Angel back tracked up the hall to her bedroom entrance. Once inside, she closed the door behind her. Leaning against the door, she took a deep breath, as she tried to collect her thoughts to begin the morning routine. But, the image of Steven jacking that stiff dick of his flashed endlessly in front of her eyes. Still, she made an effort to wipe it from her thoughts as she walked over to the dresser in the corner of the room.
After grabbing the half-full pack of Benson and Hedges Deluxe Ultra Light Menthols and the lighter from her book bag, with coffee in hand, Angel headed through the bathroom door. She placed the cup of coffee, the cigarettes and the lighter on the sink counter, pulled her panties to her knees and sat down on the toilet seat. She grabbed the cigarettes and lighter, flipped the top to the pack and pulled out an all white. Angel normally reveled in the knowledge that she could smoke without worry in the house during her parent’s absences. But on this particular morning that seemed insignificant. All she could think about was Steven’s big dick, and the way his hand jerked up and down. She cursed herself for not sticking around long enough to see Steven writhing on the bed, and to witness the inevitable sperm fireworks. Angel sat there for a moment imagining his hand moving rapidly over the stiff length while his cock spit cum straight up into the air. The mind movie made her shiver and her pussy itch as she began to pee. But then she cursed herself again, and brought the cigarette to her lips, figuring she needed it, if not for anything but to calm herself down.
She was just about to light the cigarette when, from her peripheral vision, she caught sight of the door on Steven’s side just to her right opening ever-so slightly. This startled her into motionlessness for a split second, causing her urine stream to stop in mid splash. But she never turned her head in the direction of the door. She guessed at two possible explanations in that moment. Either the door was never shut properly in the first place, and a draft had caused it to jar open, or her step-brother had purposely opened it. If the second possibility were true, then that would mean Steven would now be standing on the other side of that door looking at her while she sat on the toilet. The latter explanation made her pulse race again, considering the fact that only a minute before; she had been watching him jerk that delicious looking cock in his room. The fact is, at that point she was still very horny from witnessing Steven’s masturbation. A heart-pounding curiosity overtook her as she allowed herself to finish peeing. Angel wanted to see just how far this situation could go.
Seamlessly, trying her best to appear completely unaware of Steven’s presence, she flicked the lighter and finally lit her cigarette, pulling in the first drag. By the time she started to exhale, her urine eased to periodic squirts into the bowl. The echoing sound dwindled within the tiled bathroom as she blew the smoke out in a stream through the provocative open slit of her puckered lips. Her pulse rate surged again when she caught the door move slightly a second time. There were no doubts in her mind, now. She couldn’t see her step-brother, but she knew Steven was definitely positioned on the other side. He was looking at her, and in all likelihood, he was also jacking off behind that door! The revelation made her body tingle and her pussy moisten. She started to imagine that this was what it must feel like to be the main attraction in a live peep show. That thought stimulated her even more, and she brought the cigarette to her lips once again.
With her body succumbing to the building excitement, Angel decided to take this a step farther. Her mind reeled with thoughts of possible outcomes resulting from this indecent situation. The imagery only succeeded in heightening her excitement, and she felt her body quake as she blew another thin stream of smoke into the air. She felt deliciously nasty sitting there on the toilet—cigarette in hand, her panties pulled down and stretched between her wide spread knees—knowing her step-brother was probably on the other side of that door, tugging on his long boner, while he ogled her.
She moved her left hand down, the one not holding the cigarette, placing it between her legs and cupped her vagina. With her spine arched and her head thrown back, she plunged the two middle fingers into the depths of her wet hole. A silent ‘ah’ formed her lips as she began fucking the fingers arduously into the gripping tunnel. All of this became too much for Angel. She started to cum, climaxing very quickly, due to the combined stimuli of her self abuse, and imagining Steven beating off while he watched her fingering herself. Her back ached even more with the initial rush. And with her tits straining forward against the tight, thin tee-shirt—the hard pebble-like nipples pushing the material out farther from in front of her hidden areolas—Angel cried out, surrendering to the waves of pleasure washing over her body. She didn’t care about being too loud at this point. She knew Steven was watching anyway.
Sometime during the onset of her orgasm, the door to her right, Steven’s door, swung open. Still screaming out in pleasure, Angel turned her head to see him standing there. He looked exactly as he did a minute or two before, when he laid in his bed masturbating to the video of the school girl jacking that man off through his trousers. Steven’s dick, still sticking straight out from the wide open slit in his boxers, seem to be even angrier-looking, as he stood in the door frame.
“Sis!” he lamented, crossing the narrow room length-wise, walking briskly over to Angel.
“St-Steven? Oh GOD! Steven!” she cried, still within the grip of her orgasm, her fingers continuing to plunge into her cunt. “Wh-what are you DOING?”
“Fucking HELL, Angel!” Steven groaned. He stood right next to her now on her right side, looking down into her face, his breathing labored.
“What do you mean, ‘what am I doing?!’”
Her aroused step-brother’s cock stuck straight out from his underwear on Angel’s head level. It was pointing stiffly toward her, bobbing just an inch away from her face. Angel was overwhelmed by its size and beauty, seeing it up close for the first time. She took note that Steven’s massive hard-on was already wet and gooey looking. This was probably due to the fact that he still had been masturbating on his bed to the video. Then when he heard Angel come into the bathroom, he got up and continued beating off while watching her from the other side of his door.
“Y-you have-ta jerk me off, Sis!” Steven groaned. “I’m sorry, but, you just gotta do it NOW!”
That said, he reached down with one hand, placing it on her right breast and squeezed it through the tee-shirt. Steven’s other hand roughly grabbed his step-sister’s right hand—the hand with the cigarette gripped between the index and middle fingers—and brought it up to his erection. Angel was given no time to put her cigarette down into the ashtray on the sink counter. She was unaware of the fact that Steven actually wanted her to be holding it while he made her jack his cock. She was going to stop and put the burning cigarette down, but Angel went with this in the heat of the moment without question or protest.
Angel immediately wrapped her hand around the bloated girth of Steven’s erection. She began masturbating him without any further prompting. As her fist pumped, the cigarette filter scraped along the blood-engorged, vein-covered surface. It also was scraping over the sensitive head on the up stroke. Sticky seepage leaking steadily through Steven’s urethra began to coat the end of Angel’s cigarette as it scraped over the hole. He cried out in pain and pleasure every time her hand and the cigarette filter passed over the sensitive tip.
“Oh CHRIST, Sis! Jack it! Fuck it hard with your hand!” he ordered.
Obliging Steven’s fervent insistence, the tempo of Angel’s hand sped up. Steven’s responses were reduced to a series of guttural noises, helped along with the increased squeezing pressure she was applying. Angel gripped and pumped Steven’s shaft as if she were polishing one of the balusters on a mahogany banister.
As both step-siblings quickly approached mutual orgasms, due to Angel’s manipulations, their voices took on a softer, more serious tone. Building excitement choked their utterances. The once louder, heated verbal exchanges became more like tortured breathy whispers.
“Jerk my dick off, Sis,” Steven rasped. “Jerk it off and make it shoot.”
“No Steven,” she panting, both of her hands in motion, pleasuring the two of them at the same time. “Pl-Please don’t cum!”
Angel’s cock wrenching hand was a blur of movement at this point. Ashes braking free from the blurred cigarette fell in grey cinders, scattering haphazardly across her moving fingers, and onto his wet erection. Her gripping hand squeezed on its journey up and down, working the ashes into the sticky cum coating the surface of his stiff dick.
“Please don’t cum, Ste-Steven,” she continued to plead in a hushed tone.
Within the midst of this indecent encounter, even through the preliminary rumblings of a second maddening orgasm, the teasing step-sister had the presence of mind to apply a little tried-and-true sibling strategy. Really, where Angel was concerned, this trick was nothing new. She had been playing this game with Steven for years of saying or demanding the opposite of what she actually wanted in order to get the very thing she wanted. During conflicts, while they were growing up together, Steven tended to do things just to spite his sister. In time, as this tendency repeated itself, Angel learned to turn it around in her favor. In this case, Angel knew it would probably serve to confuse Steven in his present state of mind, while it fueled his lust and drove him wild.
“Please, Steven,” she pleaded again in a whisper, while jerking his boner all the harder. “Please don’t make me do this! Pl-please don’t cum!”
Pleading with him not to do the very thing she was precipitating by jacking him off all the harder certainly fueled his lust alright! It was working. Looking up at Steven, Angel could see his expression change from the innocent apologetic out-of-control look, to that of impassioned anger. With his eyes glowing hot, his brows knitted and he began to breathe through gritted teeth.
Aggressively, he grabbed her wrist, gripping it tightly. The pressure caused Angel to wince, but the pain she felt succeeded in stoking her own passion. The smoke from her cigarette rose in front of Steven’s face, as he started to guide her movements, using her wrist as he would a pump handle. Now, a new dynamic was put into motion. Her arm was being forced to move vertically, so that her hand not only jacked from front to back, but also was lifting his cock up and down in an alternate pattern during the heated strokes.
“Shut up, and do what you’re told!” Steven barked, his testes just seconds away from eruption.
“No! We can’t do this, Steven! It’s wrong!” she replied in a well-faked petulance. Angel suddenly let go of his dick, and yanked her arm from his grasp. She stopped fingering herself, and looked away from Steven’s bouncing erection.
“Now, get out of here and leave me alone!” Angel spouted, while sitting upright on the toilet seat, and tossing her shoulder-length, blonde hair.
“I’ve got to finish getting ready for school,” she continued, now looking angrily up at his face. “And you haven’t even started. So, go get your coffee and then get a move on!”
Trying to think two moves ahead, Angel continued with her plan to encourage a spiteful reaction from Steven.
“Go!” she reiterated, and then turned her head away from him again, looking straight at the towel rack on the wall opposite from her.
Her step-brother still stood next to her on her right as she sat there on the toilet seat. From her peripheral vision, she could see his huge erection bouncing in the air just above her shoulder. It was so close she could feel the heat from its presence right against her cheek.
Acting as if she were in a huff, Angel brought the cigarette up to her lips for a drag. Her intentions were to appear aloof, or irritated and standoffish. For a fleeting moment, she was considering standing up after her drag, pulling her panties back up, and then like a defiant brat, blowing her smoke right into Steven’s face. Angel thought that she would then start walking away, playing the ultimate “dick tease.”
In turn, she had expected Steven to do one of two things. Either he would just stand there looking silly with his dick still hanging out, an expression of stunned rejection settling on his face while he watched her walk away. Or, he would become even more frustrated, and in response, he would stop her in her tracks, grab her hand and force her to resume the hand-job. Either way amounted to fun for Angel. Of course, blowing smoke in Steven’s face would have started something Angel would not have bargained for. In hindsight, the idea of standing up would have been a smart move on Angel’s part, because then she’d receive the result of Steven’s lust on her belly and legs. In the long run though, she stayed put on the toilet, figuring it would be more spiteful to remain seated as Steven just stood there dumbfounded.
However, she was oblivious to a couple of factors. First of all, Angel did not know Steven was already on the verge of ejaculating when she let go of his cock. Secondly, she was still ignorant of her step-brother’s erotic fixation on women who smoke. So, little did Angel know, she only exacerbated matters by bringing the cigarette to her lips and using it as a prop in her little act of petulance. Angel was unprepared, and completely caught off guard by the result of her actions. The sight of his sexy step-sister taking a drag from her cigarette pushed Steven over the edge.
It happened very quickly. In the moments during her drag, Angel felt the throbbing head of her step-brother’s dick pressing directly against her right cheek bone near her eye. It quickly slid down her face, its path greased by an initial glut of leaking semen. This left a streak in its wake on her alabaster skin. Steven’s cock head finally came to rest, plugged into the hollow created by her drag right next to her mouth. While Angel’s lips pulled on the cigarette, she felt something else in that very moment, as well. The tip of his dick expanded with the onset of another pulse of sperm. It shot that pulse out with considerable force against her face, filling the concave depression instantly. Because his cock head was pressed right up against her skin, it forced a star-shaped splatter out in several directions. One off-shoot draped over the cigarette filter as she pulled it from her mouth.
Angel’s lips sprang open with a pop as she pulled the ball of smoke into her lungs, sounding an accentuated, surprised gasp in doing so. Within that second, Steven pulled back from her face, and before he could grab hold of his erection, it shot off again.
“Angel!” he groaned, while this spurt sailed perfectly through the empty space left between her open lips during her smoke-filled gasp without so much as touching them. The sperm ribbon crossed in front of her face the rest of the way at high velocity, landing with a splat against the tiled wall on her left side. Steven grabbed his dick and began pumping madly. Finally reacting, Angel turned her head in surprise toward Steven’s crotch.
His dick surged again, this time sending another spurt from an inch distance, directly into Angel’s sweet face. With the speed of a knife slash, it instantly cut a jagged line of sperm across her features, starting from her left eye, moving down her face, and crossing over her mouth as she began to blow out the smoke. The line of cum didn’t break as it crossed her mouth. Instead it formed a string bridge, connecting her parted lips. The forced stream of smoke and air issuing from her lips rushed past the string, bending its shape outward at the source, while the front of the cloud blew continuously over her step-brother’s erupting cock. Angel finished her exhale and looked up at Steven with a tormented grimace.
“Oh no, Steven!” Angel cried. “Please don’t cum! Please don’t c—“ Her protest was cut off when Steven suddenly shot another sizable squirt. It landed in a diagonal pattern, back up and over her lips again, across her nose and onto her right cheek.
“Shit Steven! No! No! No!” Angel sobbed, the warm spurts coming with more rapidity, striking her face as she shook her head back and forth, while her step-brother just stood there beating off.
By the time it ended, Steven had completely drenched his step-sister’s face with his massive discharge. From her straight blonde bangs down to her tee-shirt clad tits, Angel wore the wet product of her step-brother’s excitement.
Although she was still unaware at this point of the role her cigarette smoking had played in bringing out Steven’s frustrated lust, this encounter further heightened, and changed Angel’s libido. Like the affects of a highly addictive drug, the incident fueled her need for more illicit sexual experiences. It also intensified her newly acquired desire to see stiff erections uncontrollably shooting sperm. And all brought on, through Angel’s perception, by her looks and her behavior. She derived immeasurable satisfaction out of driving men wild, and from knowing that she is both the cause and cure to their temporary insanity.
In truth, her desires were really much kinkier than previously described. Now, within her recently-developed promiscuous tendencies, Angel not only loved to see a man's seed erupting from his hard penis; she also loved the taste, and especially craved the feeling of it shooting on her skin. She reveled in her new-found power, and in her ability to easily cause men to sprout erections. It was quickly becoming a honed science.
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Take now, for instance.
Within a relatively short span of time, through her stealth, instigative teasing, Angel succeeded in driving a normally collected, in-control and feared vice-principal wild enough to do the unthinkable. She purposefully incited him to seduce her, in order to get out of trouble.
Vice-Principal Hogarth had called Angel into his office to finally reprimand her for being tardy much too often. The meeting had started normal enough, but somehow—and he couldn't quite remember how—it took a sexual turn. Sure, he thought Angel Tucker was an attractive young woman, but his behavior had turned radical so very quickly. He couldn't understand why and how this situation came to be. One thing had led to another in such rapid succession, the details began to blur together in Hogarth’s mind. He tried to think back.
One minute they were standing in the middle of his office, just talking. He held her record sheet in his hand, sternly pointing out her frequent tardiness. He was also strongly reprimanding her, while she looked on shyly. In retrospect, it seemed to Hogarth that within the very next minute, everything changed drastically. The record sheet had been dropped to the floor, and suddenly, they were clutching one another in a heated embrace, and kissing passionately. He remembered noticing the faint aroma of cigarette smoke delicately suffused with her perfume. The heady fragrant mixture permeated his senses. That scent, combined with the taste of her lips, and the feel of her breasts crushing against his chest, made his penis begin to grow.
From there, the situation seemed to rapidly spiral downward into ever-deepening depravity. As they stood there kissing fervidly, the girl had grabbed his stiff cock through the thin, baggy fabric of his dress pants. He remembered that it startled him, but the feeling almost made him faint. The blood rushed from his head quickly, and in almost an instant, his penis became fully engorged, pushing his trousers out into a tent. Before he knew it, he found himself thrusting his stiffened length of cock into her fist. With his encouragement, Angel began jacking him off right through his pants. He yanked up Angel’s skirt and drew her panties to the side. After roughly plunging two fingers into her moist hole, he started finger-banging her vagina to the same rhythm she was beating out on his cloth-covered erection.
So, within the course of an hour, right there in his office, Angel first made the vice-principal blow an initial load of sperm inside his trousers, as she also strongly climaxed around his prodding fingers. At the tip of his erupting cock, semen was being pushed out through the fabric. The slime oozed into her squeezing fist, further lubricating her palm. Sticky squelching sounds began to fill the office; a byproduct of their combined orgasms. They were still standing there, kissing feverishly when all of this was happening. He bellowed into her mouth during his release, and Angel moaned around his invading tongue while savagely tugging his clothed erection through the ejaculation. As the spurts of his pants-drenching semen began to subsided, he broke the long kiss. He yanked Angel’s hand off the cloth tent in his trousers, and abruptly pushed her down into his office chair. Standing next to her, and wasting no time, he frantically pulled down the zipper of his pants and stuck his hand inside. Hogarth hurriedly pulled his sperm-soaked cock through the opening, and began masturbating right against her cheek.
Angel pulled the material of her panties to one side, and began to stimulating her clitoris, while she rubbed her face against the tip of Hogarth’s erection. He stood there for a time using and abusing her face, bumping the head of his dick into Angel’s cheek and wiping it around her ear as he jerked off. Occasionally he’d saw its stiffened length back and forth across her begging, open lips. At one point, out of his mind with lust, he tried to shove the long shaft through the hoop earring hanging from her left earlobe. Being a wide hoop, he managed to plug the head of his cock all the way through. The feeling of the silver metal surrounding the crown was delicious to him. He immediately began to shoot off against her cheek that way, pointing his dick in an upward direction while the spurting head remained stuck through the hoop. He pulled out and shot more sperm onto the earring and into her ear, as well. He then pulled back even more and ejaculated across the rest of her face, sending jagged lines and streaks over her cheeks and her nose.
Angel fingered her clitoris through the entire affair. Screaming incoherently, she had brought herself to a maddening peak at the precise moment her face was being drenched. The secretions from her orgasm poured forth, as well. They ran down her hand and down the insides of her thighs, where the liquid eventually forming a small puddle on the leather seat. Angel continued pleasuring her pussy—plunging two middle fingers of her hand into her vaginal passage—well after that explosion diminished, determined to bring herself off again.
Apparently, for Hogarth, that last orgasm he experienced wasn’t enough either. With his breathing labored, and his face flush, he kept masturbating up against her soiled face in a controlled frenzy. The head of his cock prodded and poked into the mess left on her cheek from his last ejaculation. Long sticky strings connected the tip of his cock to her face. They’d stretch and droop like pulled taffy with the forward and back motion of his body.
All in all, Hogarth had climaxed all over her face and her blouse, not once, but twice that morning. She kept encouraging him the whole time, wickedly begged him for his sperm, while she fingered herself through several more orgasms.
Right after the last spurts from that second cum shower struck her face, Mr. Hogarth dropped to his knees at her feet.
Now, he was performing cunnilingus on her quaking pussy, as she sat on his office chair.
I STILL can’t understand how it came to this in the first place? The educator wondered, his mind reeling as the cock sticking out from his opened trousers steadily stiffened back up to its full length once more.
How in hell did I allow this to happen? Have I suddenly gone mad? I should be horse-whipped for taking advantage of this poor girl, and for doing all of these immoral things to her!
There was no doubt, though. Contrary to what the vice-principal believed, Angel had orchestrated this whole episode. She wanted this to happen. She instigated all of the tension-filled, pent-up releases right out of his balls, from the one she made him do in his pants, to the couple right against her face. Now she wanted to see if she were capable and wicked enough to be able to coax another ejaculation from the educator's over-worked testicles. She so desired to have her face coated with yet another warm, immoral wet blast from his enormous dick. Only this time she wanted to further inflame his already angered passion. She wanted to incite him to do it again by being as naughty as she possibly could.
Angel looked over at her book bag sitting next to her on the administrator’s desk. The catalyst to inspire her third indecent facial cum shower was held within that bag. Unbeknownst to the preoccupied vice-principal, she reached into the bag’s side pocket and pulled out her cigarettes and lighter, while Hogarth continued to service her pussy.
Yes! she thought. I'll be his perfect ‘bad girl’...Just like in the video...a girl who needs to be disciplined… with his cum!
To fully grasp what had happened, and what was about to happen, certain things need to be brought into the light.
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About a week before this encounter with Mr. Hogarth, and only days after the incident with Steven, Angel had witnessed a strange sequence of events transpiring in front of her high school. It puzzled her at the time. But the meaning became apparent soon after. By sheer chance, enlightenment came to Angel through a series of flashes. These sudden acknowledgements instantly led to startling revelations not only concerning her school vice-principal’s sexual secrets, but also went far in explaining Steven’s reactions during the encounter in their shared bathroom, while also providing an explanation for his behavior leading up to that sexually-charged morning. Psychologically speaking, in truth, these revelations also affected Angel’s id, forever changing her sexual appetites.
The sun shone bright in the early afternoon sky during another in a long string of abnormally hot spring days. Intermittent balmy gusts of wind lifted Angel’s fine blonde hair back from her face as she sat on one of the benches under the roof of the pavilion located in the park adjacent to St. Catherine’s High. This was Angel’s last study hall break of the day. She sat comfortably, smoking a cigarette while going over the notes for a test slated to happen in the next period. Angel wasn’t concerned about being seen smoking there because the roof of the pavilion, along with the trees surrounding the structure, provided a good shield around her. It was the ideal place where all of the students who smoked came to have a cigarette in relative safety. Angel could see the front of the school through the foliage, and she knew no one behind the classroom windows would be able to see inside the pavilion.
At one point, she looked up from her notebook and noticed two other female students standing together chatting in the sunlight, just a few yards from her, closer to the school. These students were girls with whom Angel did not associate. She did know that one of the girls was a senior named Joan. After a minute or so, the girl whose name Angel could not recall said goodbye to Joan and trotted off toward the front doors of the school.
Meanwhile, Joan remained outside. She stood there for a few moments, just looking around at the landscape, her long, brown hair fluttering in the warm breeze. Joan then pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from her book bag. She shook a tapered 100 from the pack into her hand, placed its filter between her lips and lit the cigarette, taking her first drag. Not knowing Joan personally, Angel tried to guess whether the girl was stupid, brave, unaware, or just plain crazy, smoking in plain view, right in front of the school.
Settling on crazy as the explanation, Angel sat forward, taking a drag from her cigarette while she looked up at the school through the fluttering leaves of the trees. It hadn't occurred to her at the moment that the windows of the administrative offices on the second floor faced out from the brownstone facade. But this fact soon became apparent moments later.
After her initial light-up and first drag, Joan tilted her head up slightly and exhaled her smoke straight i
