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 Fetish Paroxysm

   After two very successful episodes and a couple of less interesting
cases something so weird happened to me, I still find it hard to believe.
It made me understand the power of the fetish better, and let's say I had a
good time, but I'm not particularly proud of it.

   I went to a mall one Saturday with the intention of lurking around to
get a glimpse at women smoking.  The smoking wasn't as glamorous as in
bars, but the light was a lot better.  Also I enjoyed seeing "good" girls
who looked quite neat, smoking hard.  Employees on their breaks would hit
much harder than usual, trying to get as much nicotine as the ten minutes
break would allow for.

   I had chosen a bench near to the back entrance of a shop for a better
view, when a woman sat on the same bench.  It was cold and everybody had
coats on.  She looked pretty massive and I didn't give her much attention.
Then she muttered an excuse and asked if I wouldn't have by any chance a
cigarette.  I always carried cigarettes even if I don't smoke, so I gave
her one and snapped my lighter for her.  She took an endless drag, inhaling
most of the smoke directly.  She exhaled only a bit, then dragged again and
inhaled while exhaling thru her nose and then all over again, finishing off
half of the cigarette in about a minute.  I gave her a better look.  She
had a pretty round face, with almond shaped big dark eyes.  Her hair was
dark blonde and she had a pale complexion that may have been caused by hard
smoking.  No more than thirty, I judged.

   'Gee, I needed that now.  It took me over an hour to build up the guts
to ask someone for a fag.  Thank you, Mister, you saved my life.' She said
with a deep sigh, talking out smoke.

   It took her no more than another minute to finish off her cigarette.

   'You mind if I ask you for another one?'

   Of course I gave her one.

   'Yeah, here, no problem, but why the fuss?  I mean any smoker would have
helped out gladly.'

   'Oh, so you didn't notice?  I'm pregnant and most people think badly of
me 'cause I smoke.'

   'Well, if you smoke, you do it anyway.  Why not help you out?'

   She rewarded me with a big smile.  On her second one she took it easier,
but she still double pumped and took heaps of smoke in.

   'But what happened to you, that you can't just buy a cigarette?  Are you
in trouble?' I asked her.

   'Oh, sort of, yeah.  My daughter drove me here and took off.  I forgot
my purse in the car, and I have no money, no phone, no id.  I don't know
how I'm gonna get home.'

   The answer was obvious.  I looked at her and wondered how come she had a
daughter old enough to drive.  She seemed to read my mind.

   'Yeah, my daughter is sixteen.  I had her at thirteen, eight more
daughters and no man at home.  I love a good fuck anytime and I love to
gamble too, so every now and then I get pregnant.  And before you ask, yes
I have smoked thru all my pregnancies, two or three packs a day, and all my
daughters are ok, cute little things.'

   'You sure are an early starter, and for a mother of nine you look
fabulous, if I may say so.  If I may I'll gladly drive you home.'

   She gave me a sensual look, obscured by her smoke, and then a peck on my
cheek.

   'You're sweet, darling.  That would be sooo nice of you.  And while
we're at it, I could do with another cigarette.'

   I took out the pack and handed it to her.

   'Here, keep them, I don't smoke myself anyway.  I just keep them for
little ladies in distress.'

   She gave quite a laugh, interrupted by a slight cough.

   'Thank you again.  You are my white prince.  I wouldn't mind if we could
take off now.  I hope my precious little brats haven't set the house on
fire.'

   I didn't make much of her remark, but what a shock would await me when
we would reach her home!

   She directed me to a house on the outskirts, far from any neighbor.  The
pack of cigarettes had been half empty when I gave it to her and she had
just finished the last one when we arrived.  We entered the house and I
couldn't make out much, as a huge cloud of smoke obscured my view.  As my
eyes adapted some, I froze in terror.  Several girls, from a cute little
five year old to a slack teenager of maybe fourteen, were sprawled around
the living room, on the floor and on the couch and each of them held a lit
cigarette.  The one that looked like fourteen (actually she was only
twelve) even had a Tiparillo.  As I watched them, partly in horror, but
also with a beginning bulge in my pants, I could see that they were all
smoking in earnest.  Even the smallest one took cheek-hollowing drags and
inhaled with ease.  The oldest one inhaled her Tiparillo like an Ultra
Light.  I couldn't believe my eyes.  What kind of woman would allow her
children to smoke like that?

   The woman, who now introduced herself as Patty, was obviously reading my
reaction on my face.

   'You're shocked that I let my girls smoke.' She said.

   My throat was too dry to speak, so I nodded.

   'I tell you what.  I had my first cigarette at the age of three.  My own
father taught me how to smoke, and I have smoked ever since.  I learned how
to inhale immediately and at first I smoked only a cigarette or two on
weekends, but by the age of five I smoked daily and at ten my mom gave me a
pack every day.  I did the same with my girls.' She waved to the girls. 
'Hey girls, come over here and meet this man.  He's been nice to me and we
will make him feel good.'

   The girls lined up and shook hands with me.

   'Hi, I'm Amy'

   'I'm Krissi'

   And so on.  I was shocked again to notice that the one with the cigar
seemed pregnant.

   Once again my host read my face.  'Jo here is six months pregnant.'

   I want all my girls to breed as soon as their period sets in.  I look
for a stud and bring him home.  We all fuck him and hope to become
pregnant. The smaller ones just give him a rub with their pussies, the
elder ones take the real thing.  That's what their reason to live is. 
Smoking, fucking and breeding.  They all love it.  Isn't it so, girls?'

   They all nodded in consent.  The pregnant one, Jo, asked:

   'I want him to fuck me too, even if I am pregnant.'

   'Don't worry, hon, you'll get your turn too.  But after he has served
me, he'll take care of Val here, she must be ready by now.'

   The girl named Val, a lanky teenager, still small and thin, with barely
noticeable breasts, came over, extending her hand behind my head and made
me lower to her.  She sniffed me out like a doggie, then she kissed me,
pushing her tongue into my mouth, till I opened up and we had quite French
kiss there.  Exhaling smoke into my face, she said:

   'He's good, mom.  He smells good and he tastes good.  Don't drain him. I
want him to do me right too.'

   She had a husky voice, obviously from her smoking.  Her body may have
been underdeveloped, but her face looked older than her age.  She had
blonde hair, tied up in a bun, leaving some curls on her forehead and
around her ears.  Her cheeks were caved in slightly, her nose was perfectly
straight and thin, and she had beautiful deep set brown eyes.  If her
smoking wouldn't ruin her too soon, she was bound to turn into a real
beauty.

   My mind went reeling.  I should have fled that place immediately and
maybe even call the cops or the welfare people.  But the fetish got the
better of me.  I would have the chance to do all those kinky things I had
fantasized about, never believing it may become real one day.  But here I
was.  The mother had undressed and I got a better look at her body.  Her
belly was huge, but the rest of her didn't look all that bad.  She had big
melon-shaped breasts and quite a backside.  One of my darker fantasies had
always been to fuck a pregnant woman while she smoked hard.

   She didn't put up a lot of fuss, but just dropped her clothes right
there, while the girls tore at mine, so we were standing there naked soon.

   'Good, You're ready to go.' she said, seeing my upright cock.

   Actually I do have quite a good organ.  Not oversized, to scare the
girls off, but above average both in length and diameter.  The girls all
took a look at my buddy, some touching it and commenting on it.  I didn't
pay much attention to them, as the mother dragged me to a chair and made me
sit down.  Then she eased herself on my lap, while she took my cock with
her hand and made it slide directly into her slit.  She was wet as she
could be, and surprisingly tight for a nine-fold mother.  One of the girls
produced a cigar, lit it expertly and after a good inhale brought it to her
mother.

   The big pregnant body started to rock up and down my cock.  I was
electrified.  I cupped her breasts, or it least I placed my palms under
them, pinching the nipples, as they were way too big to fit into my palms.
It didn't take long and she began to groan and moan and cry out, surrounded
by clouds of bluish smoke from her cigar.  As I wanted to save my power, as
soon as she convulsed in her orgasm, I let it shoot off too.  She leaned
back on my chest, turned her head and gave me her tar stained lips and
tongue.  The taste was strange, but it was good too.  It almost turned me
on again, but I fought it.  Finally she was satisfied, and liberated me for
the next one.  The girl Val had already undressed and while I had worked on
her mother she had masturbated on the couch dangling a cigarette.  Now she
stood up and took my hand.

   'I want to do it in mom's bed.'

   There was nothing to say, so I followed her.  She made me sit down and
after she had arranged cigarettes, lighter and ashtray on the side, she
leaned over, took my limp cock in her mouth and revived it with her tongue.
She knew exactly what to do, so I suspected her of having done this
earlier.

   As soon as I had my flagpole up again, she saddled me face to face. 
First she just covered my dick with her already wet slit and started to
kiss me.  In that too, she showed quite some expertise.  Feeling those
small lips and holding that girlish face in my hands was quite exciting. 
She smelled sweet, but I could also smell the sourish undertones typical to
a longtime smoker.  The tar on her breath was rather intense.  After two
sessions of thorough tongue pushing, she finally helped my cock with her
hand into her pussy.  I felt a small resistance at first, a sign she had
indeed been a virgin.  Her hymen gave way easily and she gave a start, but
then she began to moan in pleasure.  She rode me that way for a while, till
I erupted with utmost delight.  She too had her orgasm.  She had held a
cigarette between her teeth, dragging all the time on it.  Now she took the
flattened butt out and stubbed it into the ashtray.  She reached for
another one and smoked away relaxed, blowing all the smoke my way.

   'I hope you liked it.  If I don't get pregnant you'll have to fuck me
till I am, you know.'

   I should have been disgusted by the situation.  Instead I was ecstatic
about that girlish voice, the childish body with this seraphic face.  I
caught myself hoping she would need a lot more fucking till she got
pregnant.  Watching her talk and smoke made my buddy swell again and I gave
her another ride.  She seemed quite pleased that she had made me do it
again.  She had an orgasm alright, even if she didn't react in a frantic
way.  They granted me a little rest and some sandwiches with a coke, till I
had to work Jo over.

   Jo wanted to get it with her feet up on my shoulders, so I indulged her.
She lay there on her back, her huge belly protruding, her breasts almost
invisible and chewed on a huge cigar.  As soon as she got hot, she inhaled
the smoke of that cigar with every breath.  The hotter she got, the more
she inhaled, till a wave run over her body, culminating in repeated
contractions of her vagina and a loud cry, muffled by her cigar.  I had
hardly time to spurt out into her, before she pushed me away with her feet
and rolled to one side.  She abandoned the rest of her cigar in the ashtray
and caressed her belly with both hands.  She muttered under her breath,
addressing her unborn child.

   'Yes my darling, mommy got you an extra treat of nic.  Wait till you're
out.  I will get you all the smoke you want.  Mommy's gonna let you smoke
as much as you want to.'

   She went on like this, ignoring me.  Her words gave me the creeps and
images of a baby sucking on a soother with a cigarette in it, haunted me.
But I didn't have much time till the next one needed my services.  This
one, named Rachel, had rich dark hair, long and slightly curled, a white
complexion with faint freckles on it and pretty girlish features.  She must
have been around ten, I guessed.  She came to me on the couch and jumped on
my lap, fondling into me.  Just like her sisters she smoked Marlboro 100s
with a lot of elegance, like an adult, and she also inhaled steadily and
with visible pleasure.

   'Don't you smoke, mister?' she asked with her tiny voice.

   'No I don't.'

   'Too bad, you don't know what you're missing.  I didn't like it at
first. But mom made me breathe in the smoke, till I got used to it.  I was
sick at first, but after a while I didn't have to puke every time and later
on mom didn't have to force me to smoke.  Now I love it better than my
sisters.  I smoke a pack every day since my seventh birthday.  Look, I can
even cough like mommy.'

   She demonstrated her smokers cough.  She would be coughing her lungs out
before she was twenty, I said to myself, but I couldn't stop getting
excited.  She wiggled on my lap, smoking and chatting, till she felt the
swell in my pants.

   'I'm not ready yet, but mom said I can fuck anyway if I want to.  I have
been practicing French kissing with my sisters and I watch carefully when
they fuck, so I am prepared.  You wanna do it?'

   All I could do was peck her on her forehead, but she pushed herself up
to reach for my lips and we started a French kiss.  This was weird.  I
hated myself for it, but I felt like doing it.  She was more than willing
to try it.  She had no panties on, so I turned her around and made her sit
over my erect cock.  With a fresh cigarette clenched between her teeth she
began to rub her tiny slit over my cock.  Then after a while she
deliberately pushed herself against my cock till it did slide into her not
fully developed vagina.  She was very tight down there and my cock entered
only half, but she tried to make me fuck her anyway.

   I swear I didn't do it on purpose.  She acted like she knew what she
wanted and pumped her pelvis up and down till she made me cum.  I was
dazed. Part of me was elated, but what was left of my reason went rabid.  I
don't know what may have happened next, but then another one of the girls,
maybe seven or eight years old, approached me, taking turns on a lollipop
and a cigarette.  The sight itself was gruesome enough, but what she said
next was too much for me.

   'Hey mister, care for a blow job?'

   I jumped into my jeans, fetched the rest of my clothes in a bundle and
fled.  I threw everything in my car and frantically started the engine and
drove off with screeching tires.  I grew more and more horrified.  At one
point I had to stop the car and vomit.  I was shivering from cold and
revulsion.  Finally I could bring up the energy to dress myself a little
better and then I drove home.  I had done things both revolting and
illegal. I considered calling welfare to clean up that mess and take care
that at least the little girls would be helped to lead a normal life and
give up smoking before it would kill them.  The mother should go to jail or
a mental home.  But then I panicked.  What if they would stumble upon me
and what I had just done there?  After a sleepless night I decided to leave
it at that.  With little success I tried to forget the whole thing over the
next two weeks.  Then I saw it in a newspaper.  Welfare had finally been
alerted by somebody.  So the poor souls would be taken care of.

   THE END