Harriet Learns to Smoke & Fuck Ch. 08

Chapter Eight:

Stick That Butt in My Butt

"Mummy, I've brought Mikey home with me!" called Harriet, as she exhaled her final lungful of smoke, flicked her cigarette butt into an empty flowerbed in the front garden, and strode in through her front door.

"Oh how lovely, cuntling!" replied Genevieve Danes. She was in the living room, stepping purposefully up and down on her husband's prone body, naked bar her stilettos, which were leaving sharp red welts on her husband's flesh as she walked. Henry moaned in ecstatic pleasure each time his wife's heel elicited another raw bruise from his body -- but Genevieve paused, stepping back onto the carpet to welcome their new guest. "I've heard so much about you, Mikey!" enthused the older woman. "Harriet tells me you've got a huge dick, and a passive smoking fetish: sounds like you were made for one another! Come in, come in!"

Michael, taken aback by Mrs Danes' exuberant hospitality, blushed quietly, but Genevieve was not deterred. "So, are you going to fuck my daughter today?" She reached forward to squeeze his cock through his trousers. "Can I watch? I promise I won't interfere! But I've heard so much about your big cock, and Harriet has told us how she likes giving you blowjobs and letting you come in her mouth while she's smoking, and, well, I've never seen anything like that before except in the film clips Hattie has shown me, so I'd love to see how she does it. My husband doesn't really go in for blowjobs, you see, he prefers jerking off while I humiliate him, so I thought --"

"Mother!" interrupted Harriet firmly but kindly. "Michael's feeling fragile: he's had a hard time from his mum today. Could you just let us fuck in private first, since it's his first time here? Save the voyeurism for another day maybe?"

Genevieve, deflated but solicitous, paused. "Oh course, sweetcunt. Would you mind leaving the living room to your father and me then? I got my chili-and-vinegar poultices all ready for his raw wounds, you see. But you could fuck in the kitchen, or -- well, I don't suppose you'd want to use the patio at this time of the year..."

"We'll just go upstairs to my room first, all right, Mummy? And Michael's going to stay for a few days, if that's OK. His mother's in a bit of a... well, she's a bit stressed, so we thought he could hang out here for a while..."

"If that's all right, Mrs Danes?" added Michael. "I don't want to be any trouble..."

"Oh, no trouble at all, Michael: Harriet got a nice big bed, just perfect for fucking. Just... well, I know you pleasure each other a lot, but don't be tempted into being 'faithful' to each other, or falling 'in love', or anything like that. The neighbours would not be pleased if they thought I was harbouring that sort of behaviour under my roof!"

"Oh, of course not, Mummy -- how could you! Bringing Michael home's not going to cramp my promiscuity, don't worry!"

Up in her bedroom, Harriet lit another cigarette, blowing her first long, thick cone exhale directly at Michael's crotch and smirking knowingly as she discerned the growing bulge in his trousers. "Ooh, you're healed!" she giggled. "All the demons have fled. Jesus lives! Feeling better now?"

"Oh, Harriet, are you sure this is all right, my moving in?" replied Michael. "I mean, your house is so nice -- not like my mum's. And your mother's so friendly! No wonder you've turned out so well... not like me..."

"Michael Didcock, don't give me that bullshit," Harriet insisted, kneeling down and dangling her cigarette between her lips while unzipping her fuckbuddy's fly. "You've turned out just right: look!" she grinned, as Michael's huge cock sprang loose, nearly knocking her cigarette from her lips. "Fuck!" she added, before taking another deep drag and inhaling it over Michael's cock. "I could fuck this thing forever!"

"Oh! Do you really mean that?" replied Michael uncertainly.

"Of course I... oh!" Harriet paused, as she inhaled another lungful of smoke. "You mean 'really' really?" she puffed smokily. "I mean, you mean, do you mean, do I really intend to fuck you forever, like, for 'the rest of my life' sort of forever, like..." She looked up at Michael's face quizzically, two thin streams of residual smoke wafting gently from her nostrils across the topside of his cockhead.

Michael, worried he might have said too much, tried to backtrack. "Well, not necessarily like that, I mean, I was just wondering, you know, I... oh shit, Harriet, I don't know what to think! You can fuck anyone you like. I mean, you do, don't you? So why do you still fuck me? I mean, even every week at church, when you could have your pick of guys? And why have you now asked me to move in with you? I mean, it's not just that my mum's such a bitch, is it? What's in it for you?"

Michael's question caught Harriet in the middle of a cock-swallowing nose exhale -- but in her surprise she choked, expelling a series of uneven puffs from her nose as she replied, "What's in it for me? Fucking Jesus, Mikey, do you have so little self-esteem? Well, no wonder, I guess, after what I've seen today... But are you really still scared I'm gonna dump you?" She grabbed his cock with her fist and held it tight, as if to demonstrate: "I'm not fucking letting you go, Mikey!" before taking another deep drag of her cigarette and resuming her smoky blowjob.

Michael, uncharacteristically, pulled back, so that his cock was waggling comically in front of Harriet's face, stirring her exhaled smoke from side to side. "Wait, Harriet, let me explain." He paused, as if steeling himself for something rather unpleasant. "Didn't you say, that day we first met, that you'd dump me after you'd taken my dick in your ass?" He folded his arms, looking down at her with an expression which seemed to combine anxiety, fear, and 'so there' in equal measure.

Harriet looked confused for a minute, then realised -- and laughed. Michael, concomitantly, looked annoyed: "What, what? What's so funny?" His cock bobbed in annoyance, even as Harriet giggled her lungful of smoke over it.

Words, smoke and laughter poured from Harriet's lips in rapid equal measure: "Oh Mikey, you dickhead, I didn't mean it like that! I just meant, I mean, I was trying to reassure you, OK? -- to tell you not to be so scared, every single time we fuck, that I'm going to leave you! I was trying to tell you not to think so ill of yourself. I was trying to tell you that... oh Jesus, Mikey, you pleasure me, OK? You pleasure me so fucking much -- more than anyone else I've ever met. All the other people I fuck, at school, at church, yeah, that's nice -- but... but..." Harriet faltered, took another drag, exhaled it rapidly, and stubbed her not-quite-finished cigarette out in her tit-shaped ashtray, before standing up and looking Michael straight in the eye. She hesitated briefly, then pulled him towards her, mashing her lips against his, kissing him passionately, grabbing his buttocks and pulling him close, so that his stiff cock ground hard against her crotch. "Dammit, Mikey, I'm not gonna fucking leave you, OK?" she crooned into his face. Michael moaned with pleasure and delight, revelling in her taste, her scent: smoke, both stale and fresh, on her breath and hair, combined with the slight saltiness of his own pre-cum on her lips.

"Mikey," Harriet whispered through her kisses, "I'm going to prove to you how I feel about you. Michael Didcock, today you get to fuck my ass!"

"Wh-- what?" Michael stuttered. "I thought you didn't like anal!"

"Well -- one: Ms. Poussée says I need to work on it, and if I'm going to be a professional fucker I'd better start now. Two: I'm going to prove to you that I'm not going to dump you even if you fuck my ass. And three: after you've come in my asshole I will have something very important to say to you."

"Something important -- w-what?" Michael looked even more worried.

"Patience, Mikey. If you want to know, start prepping my shithole now," Harriet replied, as she reached for another cigarette.

As Harriet had already discovered -- and as any smoker knows -- there is nothing quite as effective as a cigarette for loosening the anal sphincter. And so Harriet removed her skirt and knelt on all fours on her bed, smoking deeply, her ass high in the air so Michael could access it easily. "Harriet, what do I do?" flustered Michael. "I mean, I've never done anal before!"

"Well, Mikey, that makes two us. Michael Didcock, you are about to take my anal virginity!" Harriet exhaled importantly, a thick, rich cone of smoke which soared ambitiously towards the ceiling.

"Wh-- wha-at?" Michael's nervousness was verging on terror now. "I thought you were doing Further Fucking and everything: don't you do anal at school, then?"

"Mikey, you can't just fuck an asshole which isn't ready for it. At school they've been teaching us how to prep our assholes, with butt-plugs and dildos and lube and everything, ready for us to start anal proper after half-term. Except you and me are going to do anal proper before half-term, Mikey: yours is gonna be the first ever man-cock in my shithole!" She dangled her cigarette between her lips, circular-inhaling so that her lungs were full to overflowing, her head was whirling, and her asshole -- which she reached back to stretch with both hands -- began to widen. "See, Mikey," Harriet added in a softer voice, "this is how special you are to me..."

Michael gazed in wonderment and delight at the sight -- and it was special indeed: Harriet's buttocks were full and round, her hairless fuck-lips dangling alluringly below and between, the pungent scent of cunt gently melding with the acridity of the smoke which continued to pour from her lips and nose. Between her buttocks, her flesh dropped away, making it impossible not to want to explore the valley between. And as Michael looked closer, he gasped with delight, for as he approached the nadir of her cleft, he saw little rivulets of skin begin to pour downwards like a reverse starburst, directing his focus to their goal, the lovely brown hole with a firm rim, gently alluring, still puckered, but already slightly parted by the effect of nicotine: like the narrow entrance to a treasure cave, enough to tempt, to lure the explorer in, but not so wide as to be mistaken for the fucked-out shithole of an experienced ass-whore.

"Now, Mikey, see how my asshole's just gaping a tiny bit? That's what Miss Poussée calls a 'gapelet': like it?"

"Oh God yes, it's beautiful," exclaimed Michael in admiration, "so beautiful I just want to..."

"Eat it?" interrupted Harriet.

"No."

"Fuck it?"

"No." He corrected himself. "I mean yes of course -- but actually... can I draw it?" Michael studied her asshole intently.

"Seriously?!" Harriet burst into laughter.

"Oh sorry, sorry Harriet. I mean, of course I totally want to fuck it. But... even so, how's my cock supposed to fit in there?"

"OK, so first, lick it a bit, Mikey," Harriet replied through a rich mouthful of smoke.

Michael leaned forward cautiously. "What, lick your asshole, just like that?"

"Just like that, Mikey -- like it's a cunt."

Well, it wasn't just like a cunt, Michael thought to himself as he stuck out his tongue and began to probe at Harriet's gently loosening hole. But it was very nice -- the odour rich, warm and earthy, so different from the sharp pungency of pussy-juice. He breathed in deep, and moaned with delight at the cocktail of bodily scents rising from Harriet's crotch. His cock twitched in pleasure as he continued lapping at the asshole which was now beginning to softly wink at him: open, then shut, then open, then shut again.

"Fuck, how do you do that?" Michael marvelled, plunging his tongue in as the gapelet opened, enjoying the tightness on his tongue when it closed around the tip.

"Same way I shit, babe," giggled Harriet. "Muscle power: that's what Miss Poussée's teaching us in Further Fucking! Now, slobber some more, Mikey, get that hole good and slimy, and next time I wink it open put one digit in there." Michael did as bid, and Harriet gasped as she felt her sphincter gripping the tip of his middle finger tight. "Fuck yeah!" she trilled. "Now, take this." She removed her three-quarters-smoked cigarette from her lips and handed it backwards toward him.

"Hey, I don't smoke!" Michael remonstrated.

"I know you don't, dickhead," Harriet giggled, "but my ass can! Stick that butt in my butt."

"You're joking," laughed Michael nervously.

"Hey, I'm a total comedian, Mikey! I mean it: stick that fucker up my shithole!"

Michael was still confused. "Uh... which end?"

Harriet laughed. "The end which is not on fire, dickbrain!"

Gingerly, Michael did as he was bid. Harriet tightened her sphincter around the filter end of the cigarette and began to smoke it with her anal muscles. As she pulled in, her asshole sucked on the end of the cigarette, making the tip glow, drawing a rectum-full of smoke inwards. As she loosened, the smoke escaped in a long farty puff. "Oh fuck!" groaned Michael in awe, as his cock stiffened even more and he began to stroke his shaft with greater urgency.

"Hey, don't come yet, Michael. I think the cigarette's almost finished, so stub it out in my tit-tray and have another taste of my ass. Dutifully, Michael did just that, and this time Harriet's anal savour was even more heavenly than before: there was the rich earthiness of her asshole itself, adorned by the more distant but pungent tones of her ever-juicing cunt, both now melded together by the acrid fragrance of tobacco smoke which permeated her entire crotch. This, Michael thought, was truly Heaven on earth -- the scent of ass, and cunt, and smoke, all bound together in perfect balance; but more, this was the scent of Harriet, his fuckbuddy, his special slut, his beautiful, clever, funny, gorgeous fetish whore who brought him more joy and self-worth than he had ever felt in his life.

What Michael did not know, of course, was how to express what he was feeling. Part of it was sheer lust, of course -- and he had told Harriet many times what a hot fucking slut she was, which was exactly the sort of compliment any respectable Enlightenment girl would delight in. But subconsciously, whilst Michael sensed that there was more to how he felt than that, the word "love", whilst not exactly banned under Enlightenment law, was at the very least eschewed in polite society -- and the last thing Michael wished to do was to offend his fuck-friend with such disrespectful language. So he continued to slobber joyously at Harriet's smoky cunty asshole, emerging every now and again to exclaim with delight, "You pleasure me, Harriet: you are such a sexy filthy fucking whore!"

"Oh thank you, Mikey!" grinned Harriet. "Now, try two fingers in there, fuckstud, and wiggle them around while you keep slobbering. If you stroke the inside walls of my ass, it'll fool my rectum into thinking I need a dump, and it'll gape wider."

"Is that what they teach you at school?" marvelled Michael, as he did as he was told.

"Hey, why do you think my parents are spending all that money on my posh private education? Yeah, that's good -- but not just in and out, side-to-side as well -- that really does the trick. Now, Mikey, make it three fingers!"

Soon, Harriet's asshole had loosened enough for her to feel confident of saying, "OK, Mikey, now, softly, push your dick in there." Michael knelt up, marvelling at the now widened gape of Harriet's ass, and nudged his bulging cockhead against her sphincter. "OK, now gently push, Mikey," she instructed.

Michael watched in delight as his dickhead nudged slowly into the girl's anus. Harriet gasped at the incipient pain, biting her lip in concentration, but Michael made a point of being very gentle, letting his fuckbuddy's ass gradually accommodate itself to each new half inch of cock before slowly pressing in deeper. "Yes, Mikey," cooed Harriet, "that's good. I wanna smoke again, Mikey. I wanna smoke with your dick in my shithole." She lit another cigarette, breathing in deeply and letting the new wave of nicotine calm and loosen her anus even further, so that soon Michael's shaft was buried balls-deep, and Harriet was moaning gently at the double internal caresses of smoke and cock. Michael started fucking, slowly sliding his spit-lubed shaft in and out of Harriet's smoke-loosened rectum, feeling her sphincter continue to stretch and widen as he did so.

"Oh fuck, that is so good, Mikey! I love feeling your cock in my ass while I smoke. Fuck me, Mikey, faster!" As Harriet's asshole loosened, Michael's pace picked up. As he fucked, he continued to admire the beauty of Harriet exhaling her thick cones of smoke upward, while his slimy shaft slid in and out of her tight hole. If he pulled his dick outwards, Harriet's anus stretched, slightly convex, until her sphincter bulged as wide as it could from the cockhead lurking just within; then, just as it seemed that his cock was bound to pop out, he would change direction of travel, and Harriet's anus would become concave again as his cock squeezed back into its warm smoke-flavoured depths.

Michael's cock was harder than ever now, his balls tightening, his glans throbbing. Harriet knew what was happening, and she wanted to make the most of it. "Turn over and lie down, Mikey, and let me turn round," she instructed. Michael lay on his back, his huge stiff shaft vertical as Harriet faced him and lowered her now gaping asshole slowly onto it. She smoked deeper than ever now, filling her lungs with huge payloads of smoke which she exhaled noisily down into Michael's delighted ever-watching face, even as she rubbed her clit with her other hand, and accelerated the pace of her asshole pounding up and down on his cock. "I want you to come in my asshole, Mikey. Go on, squirt that cum where I shit, baby, while I blow smoke in your face!"

"Oh God, yes!" bellowed Michael, all restraint lost as he felt his semen boil and course up his shaft, spurting hard against Harriet's shit-walls, filling her rectum with creamy warmth, even as he revelled in the feel and the stink of lungful after lungful of warm smoke enveloping him. Harriet was still rubbing her pussy hard with her free hand, and so she too spasmed, her cunt pulsating through her fuck-walls, squeezing his cock again and again, milking every last drop of jizz from his shaft.

Harriet grinned as she sat upright, still smoking, on Michael's crotch, his gradually softening cock lodged happily in her creamy rectum. He gazed up at her in delight, admiring the way she inhaled the last few drags from her cigarette, first showing off each churning mouthful of smoke to him, then snapping it rapidly down her throat, before releasing it heavenward from between her soft pursed lips.

Finishing her cigarette, Harriet leaned over to stub it out in her ashtray, before smiling at Michael. The latter looked expectantly at her, his eyebrows raised. "Michael Didcock," began Harriet.

"Are you going to dump me now?" asked Michael in a resigned tone.

"No, Mikey, I'm not. But I am going to ask you a question." She lifted her ass upwards, allowing Michael's now flaccid cock to slip out, followed by a gentle fart, then a large dribble of cum which formed a puddle on his crotch.

"Oh?" replied Michael.

"Are you listening carefully, Michael Didcock?"

"Uh... yeah?"

Harriet paused, took a deep breath, and said: "Michael Didcock, will you marry me?"

Michael gasped, and beamed.

To be continued...