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 Smoky WonderLand



   ,Look at him!' nurse Joanne exclaimed.  `The poor guy has jerked off
again.  He's comatose and masturbates!  What a mess!  Now I have to clean
him up again.  Yaiks!' Trying not breath in the smell of his sperm, the
nurse cleaned his pubic area with a cloth drenched in soapy water.  A faint
memory passed her mind about a novel in which a nurse who took care of a
soldier with a bad head injury.  In the novel the unconscious patient had a
hard on and she had made love to him and remained pregnant.

   Curt woke up with a slight headache like every morning.  He went down to
make breakfast for his girls.  The kitchen smelled of stale smoke.  His
wife Sarah always smoked in the kitchen and with all the ventilation the
smell persisted.  He prepared some coffee and fried some eggs and bacon and
laid out the table for the four of them.  Sarah was the first to come down.
She hated to talk before she had her first coffee and cigarette, so he only
nodded to her.  Sarah helped herself to a big mug of coffee and lit one of
her Newports full flavor.  After smoking up half of her cigarette in a
succession of combined exhales and inhales, she lent over to Curt and gave
him a kiss.  Even thou Curt sometimes had troubles with second hand smoke,
he found his wife's smoking so sexy, he always got aroused when she smoked
in his presence.  Her kiss had made his dick twitch and it took him some
willpower to cool off, so his little girls wouldn't see him with his
flagpole up.  Rita, the younger one, came bouncing down the stairs.  She
was a cute little ten year old girl with curly blonde hair.  Janet,
thirteen, followed shortly after.  She moved much slower then her sister,
obvious trying to behave in a more adult fashion.  `Hi dad, hi mom.' Janet
reached for her mom's pack of cigarettes, but Sarah took it out of reach.
`How many times have I told you?  First have some breakfast.  You're too
young to smoke on an empty stomach yet.' Disappointed Janet joined her
little sister at the table.  Curt took the pan from the stove and piled
some eggs and pieces of crisp bacon on each plate.  A lot for him, some for
his girls and only a token quantity for Sarah, who would have eaten nothing
wouldn't it had been for the girls.  Curt always urged Sarah to eat.  He
wanted her to put on some.  She wasn't overly slim, but Curt hoped in time
she would gain a bit.  The prospect of having a slightly rounder body to
cling to at night was quite exciting.  Sarah watched her weight carefully
and after each pregnancy she had gone out of her way to loose the extra
pounds she had accumulated.  He remembered how she had smoked up to six
packs of cigarettes those days.  Those had been wonderful times, he
thought. Nothing could turn him on more than a hard core chain smoking
woman.  Now she had settled on her three packs again.  They started eating.
Janet, eager to have her cigarette, finished first.  Just like her mother,
she took a lot of double drags and sucked on her cigarette like a diver on
his oxygen. `Mommy, we'll have our first smoking lesson today.' Rita
chirped happily.  `Then I can smoke together with you.' `Now, honey, not so
fast.  Mrs.  Wild sure has told you that you will have to take at least
five lessons till you can smoke at home.' `Yes mom, but I can hardly wait.
It looks so nice when you and Janet smoke together.' Rita had envied Janet
for being three years older.  Janet smoked for almost three years now and
she, Rita had to wait.  Actually she had smoked on and off ever since Janet
had learnt to smoke.  Janet had given her a hit from her cigarette now and
then and had encouraged her, but of course nobody else knew anything about
it.  Besides, Rita hadn't done very well, so she was eager to get to her
first smoking lesson and learn how to smoke properly.  She would be a
smoker soon!  Boys weren't supposed to smoke and only a few picked it up,
mostly a lot later than the girls, who got taught in school.  There was
soon to be something else Rita would have to envy Janet for.  Janet was all
ready for her sex lessons.  This however was nothing she could have
practiced secretly like smoking.  She would have to wait till her menstrual
cycle would set in and even if that would happen soon she wouldn't be
allowed to sex instruction prior to her fourteenth birthday.  She had heard
of girls who matured faster and would be allowed to go to SI with thirteen
but Rita feared she wouldn't grow fast enough for that.  The only girl she
knew had been allowed to SI a year and a half earlier had been 5"2 and
already had full grown breasts.  Janet at thirteen and a half was still
smallish and her breasts were hardly showing.  Rita who was barely 4"1 and
thin as stick so she had no hope of making it to SI prior to her fourteens
birthday.  At least she had her first smoking lesson. `Daddy, Mrs.  Wild
said daddies are allowed to watch smoking lessons.  Do you want to come?'
`I wouldn't miss it for my life, darling.  But you know you can't see me.
There's a one-way mirror hiding daddies.' `Yes, but I'll know you're
there.' Curt clapped his hands. `OK, everybody up.  You don't want to be
late girls, do you? `No daddy!' both girls cried in unison. Sarah had
hardly touched her food but had smoked three more cigarettes.  Curt loved
her for that.  Under normal circumstances, he would have made love to her
after the girls had left for school, but now he joined them on their way to
school. Mrs.  Wild showed him the daddies' room.  It had a row of cubicles,
each for one daddy.  The cubicles were nearly sound proof and had only one
window towards the smoking class room.  He anticipated the fun he would
have.  On the last occasion he had jerked off three times in an hour.  The
sight of those little cuties making their first steps toward life long
addiction turned him on like nothing else.  Sarah knew all about it and she
understood even thou she would have to wait a while till her husband took
interest in her again.  Those were the rules in SmokyWonderLand.  The
cubicles filled with daddies and the class filled with cute little ten year
old girls.  Mrs.  Wild, a tall stately woman of forty-two, called the class
to order and then handed out a cigarette and a disposable lighter for each
of them.  `Now girls, I'm sure all of you know already how it looks when
someone smokes.  Some of you may have tried already.  Is there someone here
who smokes already?  Don't worry, come forward, you have done nothing
wrong. On the contrary you can help me.' An exceptionally cute brunette
girl came forward and Mrs.  Wild questioned her: `How old were you when you
started?' 'Six, Ma'm.' `And did you smoke every day then?' `Not at first,
but I think I was seven when I started to smoke daily.' `Very good.  Now
girls, take an example.  Those of you who have younger sisters don't
hesitate to teach them if they want.  Only school regulations stop us from
starting earlier, but nobody will object if you do it at home.  Now Janice,
how many do you smoke now?' `I started with about five a day but ever since
my eights birthday a smoke at least a pack every day.' 'And what's your
favorite brand?' 'Dorals' `Very well, you can light up while I explain the
other girls how we start.  You sit here and show your profile to the class,
so they can watch you.' The girl named Janice smoked with obvious pleasure,
taking deep hits on her cigarette. Curt was getting hot and had a stiff one
already, but he wanted to wait to see the girls trying to smoke.  He was
very curious how Rita would manage.  He knew of course that Janet had given
her cigarettes and she had tried but with little success.  Not even his
wife knew that he had wired the entire house and could watch what happened
in every corner on his computer.  Mrs.  Wild now took one of her own
cigarettes to make a demonstration.  Curt knew that Mrs.  Wild smoked
mostly cigarillos in private but during classes she smoked cigarettes. `Now
girls!  First the lighting.  I know most of you don't have any problems
with lighting up, but for those who don't I'll show it.  Don't forget to
check you take the filter end in you mouth.  What you have on your table
are cigarettes with cork ends, so you can't make a mistake, but you may
choose to smoke all whites and with those it's easy to confuse the ends.'
`Try the lighters first.  Mabel, let Clara show you.  Yes that's the way.
Good.  Now, take the filter end to your lips.  There's one trick not all
smokers know.  You best not take in the filter into your mouth or it will
get wet.  Pinch it with the lips, so it doesn't stick inside.  Look at
Janice.  She does it perfectly.  First rule: suck only slightly when you
light up.  As long as it isn't glowing, a cigarette doesn't taste very
well. Suck slightly but repeatedly.  Well done Rita.  You have practiced.
Mabel, best you blow on the glowing end.  Take it out and blow.  Right! 
Now everybody has burning cigarettes.  Second lesson.  Inhaling.  Most of
you aren't used to inhale, so take it easy.  The cigarettes I have brought
you are specially made for starters.  You will find it easy to inhale, but
it will go to your head fast.  If any one of you gets sick, I've laid out
some paper bags.  Just don't spill any of the stuff.  There's a bucket over
there.  OK.  Inhaling means you suck a bit of smoke into your mouth and
then suck in air on top of it.  The air will mix with the smoke and bring
it into your lungs.  Any questions?  No?  Good.  We will start with a tiny
puff.  Drag!  Inhale!  Blow it out.' The girls puffed an inhaled.  Some of
them mastered it well, showing some practice but others had troubles.  One
girl took in too much smoke and while something in the cigarettes prevent
her from coughing, she turned pale from the nicotine her body wasn't used
to.  Mrs.  Wild saw it. `Martha.  You took too much.  Make a pause or you
get sick.  Try another one only when you feel a little better.' The girl
called Martha placed her cigarette in the ashtray that was incorporated in
the desk.  Curt got more and more aroused.  Rita seemed to take it well. 
She had not inhaled much and felt OK.  `Those of you who feel OK can try
another drag, maybe a little bigger.  Depending on how dizzy you feel or
don't feel, you can drag more, but please don't smoke fast.  Breath in
clean air at least three times before you inhale again.  Good luck.' Mrs.
Winter sat down behind her desk and smoked her cigarette, watching the
girls.  Rita was still doing well.  She had little beads of sweat on her
forehead but she held on.  Curt was pleased to see his little darling had
accomplished quite a reasonable inhale.  The girl named Martha had tried
once more, but she had troubles and after two more drags she had to use the
paper-bag.  Mrs.  Winter talked to the one-way mirror.  `Mr.  Siever, you
can come in and take Martha home now.  I suggest you try the patch
treatment on her.  I'll coach her in private if you want.  Martha, you go
home with your dad now.  Don't be sad, your daddy knows what to do and you
will be a smoker in no time.' Most of the girls had stubbed out their
cigarettes.  Curt was pleased to see that his Rita had smoked almost her
entire cigarette.  Just like her sister three years earlier, she would soon
be an accomplished smoker.  His arousal needed relief.  He found himself
staring at Mrs.  Wild while he rubbed on his dick.  She was an even harder
smoker than his Sarah.  It would be nice to try her once.  She was quite
mature, a couple of years older then he and Sarah, but she looked very
attractive.  He only hoped the still rosy complexion of his Sarah would in
time take on the same grayish pallor Mrs.  Wild had acquired from heavy
smoking.  Curt was crazy about that.

   `Have you ever seen anything like this?' the neurologists asked his
fellow doctor, an internist.  `The guy's dreaming round the clock.  Except
for a couple of hours at night, he's constantly in REM.  Maybe the implant
wasn't such a good idea after all.  It was supposed to take over the
function of the damaged area in his brain, but I don't know why I've got
the feeling something went wrong.  He should be awake by now, but all he
does is dream.' `At least his dreams must be quite pleasant, the way he
smiles all the time.  And wet too.' The internist answered grinning, as the
patient had started to rub his cock again.

   Father and daughter went home hand in hand.  Rita chirped happily about
how glad she was she had smoked her first official cigarette and hadn't
puked.  She even pretended it had been fun.  Curt knew hardly any girl
really did enjoy her first real cigarette, but he didn't say anything.  His
mind was wondering on its own.  He had been a bit careless.  Even thou it
had like always been great fun to watch the first steps of all those little
cuties towards a life of heavy nicotine addiction he had gotten carried
away and had jerked off just once.  Now he was horny like hell.  He would
have to lay Sarah.  Pity Janet wasn't yet of age.  He could hardly wait for
the time when she would have her sexual education.  Daddies were supposed
to help girls with their "homework".  It would be real fun.  Janet had
already started to let her tongue loose a bit when he gave her a good night
kiss.  Soon he would get the full benefit of her delicious young body. 
Sarah had as of lately lost some of her passion in bed.  He would have to
send her to an examination. When they came home, Sarah had just finished
lunch.  Whether she had guessed his arousal or it was a coincidence, Sarah
gave him a very passionate hug, and her smoky kiss was unusually sweet.  As
they had their lunch, Sarah revealed the reason for her happy mood. `Curt,
I've been to the doctor today.  I already suspected it, but I wanted to be
sure.  I'm pregnant again!' Curt jumped up from his chair and took her in
his arms.  They kissed passionately for a while and then Curt said: `That's
wonderful news, Honey.  I'm so happy.  I had almost given up hope.' `I'm so
happy too.  It will be a little hard to smoke for two now, but I'll manage
somehow.  I'm determined to make it to five packs this time.  With Janet
three packs seemed almost beyond me, but then with Rita a made it to four.
I feel a little guilty that I didn't stay at four, but I'll try harder this
time.' Curt felt very happy.  She would try to smoke five packs now that
she was pregnant.  She seemed quite willing to increase her nicotine intake
for the benefit of her unborn.  Maybe he could get her to try ways to get
more nicotine.  A multiple holder like the new Quadro he had seen at RJR's
outlet or the Multiflex that could be extended from two to eight nozzles.
He had heard also of the BusterBowl.  It was a sort of oversized pipe that
held a huge amount of tobacco.  Initially it had been intended for the
punishment of reluctant girls or women who had refused to smoke or quit. 
Combined with a modified gas mask it worked wonders in reviving or
strengthening the addiction of a denier.  One week of forced smoking with
increasing doses pushing the subject to the toxic limit each time, would
turn any female back on the right path.  But he would rather not have to
resort to it.  It seemed too extreme.  Maybe during breast feeding, to
supply enough nicotine to the baby.  He would talk to his colleagues on the
board.  Maybe it was time for a change in policy once again.  The case
study on ten mothers with babies had gone surprisingly well.  All five year
olds were on half a pack a day now and doing well.  They would chain-smoke
before they reached the age for sexual education.  If their baby would be a
girl he would have the time of his life watching her growing up on a diet
of milk and cigarettes. Sarah showed her determination to increase by
chaining thru her meal and afterwards too.  She smoked most of a pack
without the help of a ligther.  Curt was on the verge of seeking relief in
the bathroom, but he wanted to indulge on the new increased smoking of his
wife, so he helped her clean up the table and tidy up the kitchen.  He
would have dragged her up to their bedroom twice but he wanted to watch her
chain as long as possible.  When she would take a break to catch her
breath, he would take her to their bedroom and then she would have to smoke
again during foreplay and sex.  An hour later, catching her breath after
the hottest session they had in years, Sarah still chained. `Hey, this is
strange.  The more I smoke, the more I want to smoke.  I'm on the fourth
pack already and still want more.  Maybe I can bring it five or more now.'
Curt kissed her passionately.  The conditioning still worked on her.  He
would share it with the guys on the committee.  It will please them.  When
setting up SmokyWonderLand on this island twenty years ago, it had been the
best decision to employ a former scientist from the Agency.  Together with
a bunch of top scientists that were all smoke fetishists they had devised a
way to condition any person to believe smoking was the best thing one could
do and the more one smoked the better.  Now each of them had a wife that
would smoke as much as she could.  The conditioning had also included one
other aspect.  Their wives, while hopelessly faithful to their husbands,
would accept or even encourage their men cheating on them even with their
own daughters.  They had taken care also to have a number of unmarried
women.  Adultery was fine, but wives were off limits, so apart from younger
girls there had to be a number of unmarried women.  The only compromise
they had to accept was that their wives would take care of the sexual
education of their sons, just as fathers trained their daughters in love
making.  So each male had undergone a conditioning to accept sharing their
wives with their sons.  Thinking about the rules they had installed twenty
years ago, Curt suddenly had an urge to give it a try with Mrs.  Wild, his
daughter's teacher.  He told his wife he will be away till late.  She
accepted it, glad she could rest after the quite extorting love making. 
Curt dressed and made his way to Mrs.  Wild's house.  On the short walk he
searched for the right pretense for his visit, even thou he didn't doubt
she would understand what his visit meant. When she opened the door he saw
no pretense was necessary.  Mrs.  Wild had been expecting him.  She had a
long cigarillo in her hand and was naked under her gown.  He hadn't even
stepped in as she already clang to his neck and gave him a passionate
tonsil examination, filling his mouth with the harsh yet alluring smoke of
her cigarillo.  He felt her big breasts pressing into his chest and her
thighs against his when suddenly the world around him went blank.

   `At least his dreaming has stopped now.  We have to check what happened
to the implant.  He will have to do without it.' The neurologist said.
`What was the idea anyway?' the internist asked. `We were trying to use it
as a prosthesis to replace the damaged parts of his brain.' The neurologist
answered. `What are his chances without it?' `It will take him much longer
to regain some physical capacities.  As one of his frontal lobes has
suffered damage too, he will probably wake up a slightly different person.
Let's hope his wife can come to terms with the new Curt.' As on cue the
patient's wife entered the room. `Hi, Mrs.  Waller.  Is your daughter
better now?' 'Hello, doctor Jones and doctor Sandrin.  Yes, she's much
better now.  How's Curt?' `We had to remove the implant and it looks like
he's on his way back to us.  I'm so sorry the implant didn't work.  We had
hoped it could help your husband.' `Has it done any harm?' 'Oh, no I assure
you it didn't change anything as far as we can tell.' Suddenly the pitch of
the beep from the emergency kit changed.  Both doctors almost sprinted to
Curt's bed.  `Talk to him, Mrs.  Waller.  It looks like he's coming back
now.  You can help him.' Mrs.  Waller gave deep sigh and talked to Curt.
`Hi Curt, it's me, Sarah.  I wanted to tell you I'm so sorry.  It was all
my fault.  If had listened to you and hadn't made you mad, you had stayed
home and didn't have the accident.  Will you forgive me?' Curt's eyes
fluttered and then opened wide.  He tried to speak but at first only a few
undistinguishable sounds came out of his lips.  Then he managed to say:
'It's okay Honey.  I love you.' He stretched out a limp hand and caressed
her face. Sarah wondered whether she would be able to keep cigarettes out
of her life completely.  She had quit at his request when both found their
affair was getting serious.  Then after a couple of years, when her younger
daughter Rita had been old enough to go to school, she started to work full
time again.  Her secretary had seduced her into smoking a cigarette and she
had started again and become a closet smoker for years.  Then one day Curt
had found out and they had one hell of a row, after which Curt had left
enraged.  No wonder that in his state of mind he had a car accident that
nearly killed him.  She felt guilty and wanted to make it up to Curt badly.
She would have to try.  She loved him so much! Curt, still a little dizzy,
looked at Sarah.  God, what a wonderful woman.  He had been a complete
fool. It wasn't her fault he had been so repressive about her smoking.  His
dream had made him realize his dilemma.  He had to face it.  He was a smoke
fetishist.  While in an intellectual way he knew smoking was bad for the
health, his emotions were all for it.  He could hardly wait to actually see
her smoke.  He knew that would propel their rather dull love life to new
heights.  He would ask her to smoke, if she wanted to.  He would confess.
His attempt to act against his inner feelings had strained their marriage
and had almost cost him his life.  If she would be disgusted and wanted a
divorce so be it.  But he had to put an end to all the secrecy.  She loved
him and he loved her.  She would understand.

   The End