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 The Smoke Counselor, How it all started

   Introduction

   Yes, I have to admit, I am a smoke fetishist.  This is the diary of my
practice as a smoke counselor.  In the days before all the amateur and
professional sites for us fetishists began to pop up in Cyberspace, it was
very hard to get enough fuel for my fetish.  That is why I searched and
eventually found a way to satisfy my fetish.  One of my better sides is
that I can listen to people.  While in my teenage years I was a rather
nondescript individual, with narrow shoulders and broad hips, so the more
glamorous girls would laugh at the idea of dating me.  But I noticed that
some of the better-looking girls sought up my friendship, seeing in me a
sort of comrade.  They regarded me as a minor male, but a guy who would
help out with homework and sometimes be their confessor.  By and by they
would seek my advice in all sorts of things, especially in their little
dramas with their boyfriends.

   As rumor spread I was trustworthy and also rather "wise" I soon had many
girls as platonic friends and even some guys too.  It was hard sometimes,
when they would sit there weeping their hearts out and smoking up a storm,
as most of the girls who would seek advice were smokers, but I knew that
any attempt to cross the line would instantly ruin my reputation.  The few
times I made attempts to date a girl didn't work out well, either because
the girl was too nice and virtuous, or she was unattractive.  One attempt
to sleep with a non-smoker had ended in disaster, as I was totally unable
to get my flagpole raised.  Back then I didn't dare approach a smoker, and
with my fetish only smokers would arouse me.  So I almost finished high
school as a frustrated virgin lurker, if it hadn't been for a seaside
vacation when I had my first "affair" with a girl my age.  As she was quite
smoker, I had no problem to spend a couple of hot nights with her and learn
how good a smoky kiss could taste.

   After high school I hung out in a couple of jobs, but as my well-to-do
belated aunt had left me some money, I decided to give it a try and do
something new.  Why not try and make something out of my counseling talent
I had proven in high school?  So I rented a former practice from a shrink
who wanted to retire and gave it a start.  The sign on the door said simply
"Advisory services.  Seek advice with your problems." and below, smaller,
"smoking allowed inside".  I was counting on the fact that women were more
likely to try out any new trend, while men were too proud to admit they had
problems they couldn't handle.  The little hint with the smoking part was
meant to attract smokers.  My goal was to build a reputation of a smoking
specialist who would "treat" smokers, especially female ones.  This way I
hoped to not only meet lots of smoking women who would smoke in front of
me, but eventually get around to a bit more then that.

   File #1 My first real case of smoke counseling

   It took some time till the first real "case" of the kind I was seeking
came my way, but it came.  She was a woman in her mid thirties, a nice
blonde, not exceptionally beautiful, but nice to look at.  She was about
5"5, a bit stocky and well stuffed.  A friend of hers (whom I had quite
successfully advised on something trivial) had directed her to me.  On my
desk was a sign "Thank You for Smoking" and most of my customers would
laugh, considering it a joke, except the smokers.

   She gave the sign an inquisitive look:

   'Is this meant in earnest?' she asked with a look of disbelief.

   The anti-smoker campaigns that were popping up lately had unsettled many
smokers.

   'Yeah, sure.  Actually I wrote this, because a smoker who isn't allowed
to smoke gets nervous.  That's not the best state of mind to open up one's
heart.  So I prefer smokers to smoke here, so they feel more comfortable.'

   'Nice.  The first doctor who wants me to smoke.' she replied, amused.

   'Well, I'm not a doctor you know, just a guy who will listen to you and
hopefully give you some advice on whatever is bothering you.'

   'Yes, yes I know that.  So you really don't mind if I smoke?'

   'No, please smoke whenever you feel like it.'

   I would at least get the opportunity to watch a woman smoke.  One for
me. She took out a pack of Marlboro 100's, the red ones, full flavor.  I
loved to see women smoke all sorts of stuff, but the 100's with the cork
tip had always been my favorite ones - when a woman smoked them of course.
She lit her cigarette and took a nice drag, followed by a good inhale that
made her chest rise.  I had always loved that moment the most, when a
woman's chest rose, making her breasts press against her bra, or even
better when she had no bra, and it would lift her nipples in a delicious
way.  She held the smoke down quite a while and then blew a big stream of
creamy white smoke right above my head.  A nice start, I said to myself. 
Wonder why she's here.

   'This is exactly why I'm here.' she said lifting her hand with the
cigarette.  She held the cigarette in the sexiest way I know.  Her elbow
rested in the palm of her other hand on her lap and the arm pointed
upwards, her hand held sideways with the burning end of the cigarette
pointing to the sky and the thumb rested on the filter end.

   'I'm here because of my smoking.' she said.

   I must have looked a bit puzzled.

   'You see, I'm a closet smoker.  Actually I smoke at work, but not at
home.  My husband doesn't know about it.  I'd hate to quit, but on the
other hand I fear one day my husband will find out, and then I don't know
what's gonna happen.  I wish I knew a way to tell him, but I'm afraid he
may be disgusted and turn away from me.'

   She talked rapidly, like she was afraid to lose her courage.  In between
words she dragged nervously on her cigarette, spreading puffs of smoke
while she talked.  She wasn't exactly my type, but still the sight of her
smoking and talking was exciting.  Time for a bit of questioning.

   'Your husband is an anti-smoker then?'

   'No, not excatly, I mean I don't really know.  We never talk about
smoking.' 'Had you been a smoker when you two met?

   'Well, I smoked my first one when I was eleven and I have been smoking
daily since I was twelve, but when I met him I was trying to quit, so he
never saw me smoking.  As he doesn't smoke and never did, I was glad that I
wasn't smoking when I met him.  Somehow, while I did pick up smoking again
after we'd been dating a couple of times, I didn't dare to confess.'

   'So you're positive he never suspected anything, but on the other hand
you have no idea if he is against smoking, or more tolerant?' an idea was
forming in my mind.  I knew that a lot of men actually found smoking
erotic, even if they were no real smoke fetishists.  So there was quite a
chance that with a good strategy, I could make them both happy.  It was a
gamble and it would take some patience on her part, but I was anxious to
see if the strategy would work.

   'You see, I'm asking these questions with a purpose.  If he had been a
rabid anti-smoker, you had only two options: he or the cigarettes.  But
let's hope it's not that bad.  I will give you directions on what to do
over the next week.  Then we'll meet again and discuss what's to be done.'

   'So you think there may be a way...?'

   'I'm not saying anything yet.  You will have to study your husband's
reactions in some situations and then we'll decide.'

   'Oh, I see.' she was working her way thru her second cigarette now and I
admired the way she relished her smoke.  Even with the second or third
exhale after she had inhaled, thin streams of smoke would still float from
her mouth and nose.  She sure took in lots of smoke.

   'I need some supplementary information about your lifestyle and
preferences to refine my plan.' I made a mental note to prepare a
questionnaire for future cases.  For now I would take some notes.

   'Do you rent video tapes now and then?'

   'Once in a while, yes.'

   'Good, I will give you a list with some movies.  They all have lots of
scenes where women are smoking.  You must try to watch your husband's
reactions when a woman smokes in the movie.  I have here a special one for
you.  In this movie the heroine is a chain-smoker and at one point the
hero, after making love to her, tells her she shouldn't smoke that much. 
She then decides to quit on the spot.  It would be a good idea if you
criticize the male character for patronizing the woman, like if he loves
her, he shouldn't care if she smokes or not.  It may give us a hint as to
whether your husband is totally against a smoker-nonsmoker couple, like the
one you'd want to become.'

   I handed her my private copy of "Millennium".

   'Take good care of it.' The story of that video-tape passed my mind.  In
high school, I had watched the movie by coincidence and then spent a
substantial part of my pocket-money on the tape.  I used to test how some
of my school-mates would react to that scene.  To my surprise only a few
agreed with the man.  Almost all would be on the woman's side, like they
wanted her go on smoking.  I scribbled some more titles on a piece of paper
and handed them to my "patient".

   'Then you must try to make him take you out to a bar or a restaurant
with a smoking section, and manage to place him so that there are women
smoking in his line of sight.  Again watch him and try to direct the
conversation towards the topic of smoking and especially women smoking.'

   'That will be easy.  He wanted to take me out one of these days anyway.'

   'You can also make up a story about a work-mate who had been dumped by
her boyfriend because she wouldn't quit smoking, or maybe talk about
whether mothers should allow their daughters to smoke and the likes.  But
don't ever admit to him that you have smoked or that you still do, or you
might ruin everything.'

   She absorbed my words eagerly while she reached for yet another
cigarette.

   'I hope you don't mind that I'm smoking so much, but I rarely get the
occasion to smoke leisurely.  I'm afraid you'll have to keep the windows
open all day after I leave.'

   'Oh, don't worry about that.  I don't mind.  Besides I have this
smoke-killer here and it works pretty well.  I doubt you have smelt much
when you entered this room, although people smoke here every day.'

   I showed her the machine on a side-table.  I didn't lie to her.  The
nifty contraption indeed took care of most of the smell.

   'But let's get on with our plan.  If you think you can figure him out,
you can make preparations for the second stage.  Only if he shows violent
anti-smoking reactions, we may have to meet sooner.  Even that mustn't
necessarily mean all hope is lost.  But let's hope for the best.  For the
second stage you will need some fancy lingerie, whatever you think works
best on your man.  You will also buy a long cigarette holder, but you have
to exercise on it.  If you have nowhere to go, you can come here to
practice.'

   How unselfish of me!

   'That's about all for now.  Call me for an appointment if you think
you've studied him enough.'

   She looked like she had some more questions, but she didn't express the
doubts she might have had.  She smoked her cigarette down to the filter,
like the ones before, and then she left.  I had to admit that the whole
business had placed me into a state of excitement, with a hard bulge in my
pants.  I was very curious to see if her husband would turn out to be a
hopeless case of smoke-hater or not.

   Next day it turned out I didn't have to wait.  She phoned me from work
and sounded pretty desperate over the phone.  I told her to come over as
soon as she could.  At noon she came in, almost hysterical.  She
immediately lit a cigarette.

   She took a couple of hard drags and then said:

   'It was a total disaster.  We watched that movie and he constantly made
negative remarks about the woman in your movie and he seemed very satisfied
when the man made her quit.  I didn't even dare take up the subject.'

   'Well, that's not the end of the world, you know.'

   'Oh but I will never be able to make him accept my smoking.  I'll have
to quit and even the thought chills me to the bones.  I know how hard it
had been the first time.  Weekends drive me crazy when I have abstain.'

   'Now have another cigarette and let me clarify a few things.  What
happened after the movie?  Don't get me wrong, this may be important.  Did
he make love to you last night?'

   She blushed and after a deep drag on her cigarette she answered:

   'Actually, yes he did.'

   'Was it good or just average?'

   'Well I couldn't really enjoy it after the show he had put on about
smoking, but he was quite frantic.  In fact he almost dragged me into the
bedroom right after the end of the movie.'

   Exactly as I had hoped.  He was obviously fighting his attraction
towards smoking women.  But I didn't want to blow it, so I gave her another
movie from my collection.

   'You will have to make some more observations on him, but the way you
describe it, there's definitely a good chance he actually finds smoking
makes a woman look sexy - only he's afraid to admit it.  That may well be
the reason why he reacted that way.  Try to make him take you out tonight,
and make sure that he can see a lot of women smoking.  If I'm on the right
track, you may even find he gets an erection from watching a sexy smoker in
the bar or restaurant.  I'm sure you'll find a way to feel around for his
buddy without attracting attention.  You can also watch this movie and test
him again.  If you get a positive result, meaning he does get a hard one
from watching smokers, or he gives you a good workout again, you come back
to me.  Then you'll get your final instructions.'

   The prospect of helping this couple to a smoking happiness elated me all
day.  I was pretty sure already the guy would gladly accept his wife as a
smoker, once she managed to break his self-imposed barrier down.  The next
two days I dealt with other more trivial cases.

   She came in the third day, still quite nervous but cautiously confident.

   'You were right.  He sure got hot while watching women smoking at the
bar we went to.  Yesterday after the movie he made love to me again and it
was almost like in the beginning of our relationship.  So what do you want
me to do next?'

   'Ok.  Take care you make it home an hour or so before he is due.  Get in
shape and put some make up on, just a bit tartish, if you know what I mean.
Dress up in some hot lacy lingerie.  A stiff drink might loosen you up a
bit, but don't get drunk.  Then you hide the lingerie under a gown or
whatever you wear at home.  When he comes home, make him a drink or give
him his slippers and his food or whatever his homecoming routine is.  He's
not supposed to notice anything out of the ordinary.

   After he has settled a bit you will start the show.  Tell him to keep
his eyes closed as you want to surprise him.  You then slip out, undress,
light the cigarette in the holder and pop up in front of him.  You can also
make him leave the room for couple of minutes and drape yourself in full
pose over the sofa.  The thing is, you must take him totally by surprise
and confront him with your vampy attitude.  The best pose is in profile
with the holder between your lips.  Take a couple of hearty drags from the
cigarette and exhale a big stream of smoke.  He may freak out at first, but
don't get confused.  Instead approach him slowly and give him a good French
kiss, while blowing smoke into his face.  You think you can do it?'

   'I sure hope so.  It's worth a try.  I can always pretend it was
something I read about how to enhance our love-life.  I'll probably have to
quit smoking if it doesn't work, but then I'll be sure there's no other
way.'

   'Well then, go ahead, no need to put it off any longer.'

   She finished her cigarette and went away, eager to make her stunt.

   Success

   Sure enough a happy woman came flying into my office next morning.  She
gave me a thorough hug and a sisterly kiss on my lips.  Then she told me
the story.

   'My God Mr.  Fleming, you are a genius!' she exclaimed, puffing relaxed
on her cigarette.

   'It happened exactly as you predicted.  When he entered our living room
and saw me draped over our couch like Marlene Dietrich, I thought he was
gonna have a stroke.  He turned red and I feared his eyes would pop out of
their sockets.  He sure was mad as hell, but also too shocked to react.  So
I approached him slowly and gave him a smoky kiss.  He wanted to step back
at first, but like a snap he gave in.  Suddenly he couldn't have enough. 
He wanted to kiss me after each drag from my cigarette.  He sank on the
couch and dragged me onto his lap.  He kissed me thru a second cigarette,
this time without the holder.  He even inhaled some of my smoke and acted
ecstatically over it.  We ended up making love like crazy right there on
the couch.  He made me light cigarette after cigarette thru the whole act,
till he came with a force like never before.  I must say that odd as it
seemed at first, smoking while he was riding me turned out to be the best
thing I have ever done.  Afterwards we had a very long talk.  Of course he
wanted me to go on smoking while I sat on his lap and we talked it out.'

   Wow, I said to myself, first try, first hit.  I was getting aroused
myself and wished I could have watched them at it.  She went on smoking and
accounting of the memorable event.

   'He confessed that he had always been attracted to female smokers as
long as he could remember.  However while in high school something happened
at a party.  He had met a girl there and they retreated to a room to talk.
But then the girl took out a cigarette and lit it.  He assumed, wrongly as
it turned out, she was hot on him.  Utterly aroused by her smoking, he gave
it a try.  Unfortunately she had nothing like that on her mind, so he ended
up trying to rape her.  She fought back well, and he came to reason before
any real damage happened, apart from a few loose buttons on both of them.
The girl never said a word about it, but he was so ashamed of what he had
done, provoked by a cigarette in the girls mouth, that he swore to himself
he would stay away from female smokers forever.

   He never suspected me of smoking, but he smelled something about my
maneuvers with the movies and the bar.  Not in his wildest dreams had he
hoped for what happened.  He even admitted that sometimes, when we made
love, he had to picture me as a smoker to get an orgasm.'

   Well done, I thought, mentally patting myself on the shoulder.  Another
cigarette and she continued:

   'After I gave him some hot smoky thanks for his confession, I told him
the truth about me too.  How I had started smoking early in my teens, how
he had met me just when I had quit for a while, without actually meaning
to. I told him how I had hidden my habit from him, and how I had searched
for a solution to this dilemma, afraid to admit my habit after so many
years and afraid I would lose him.  He told me that had it not been for the
vamp-show I had devised, he may have considered separation if he had found
out accidentally that I had double-crossed him all these years.'

   She smiled happily and I noticed that she looked much better then
before. She radiated an aura of satisfaction and self-assuredness that had
been missing before.  Being not only able to smoke whenever and wherever
she wanted, but also having her smoking now as a means to enhance her
sex-life, she now could look forward to living "happily ever after".

   'He gave me another ride after we talked, a thing he never had done
before.  My tame husband, who would hardly bring it up to twice a week, has
now turned into a raging stallion.  I had given up all hope for the fuck of
the century - and now I had it twice in one night, each time more than half
an hour!'

   Her words went down like oil.  She was making me horny, with those
luscious deep throat inhales and her slow rich exhales.

   'He said we'll take it up tonight where we had left it yesterday.  I can
hardly wait.  It's so good I can smoke all over the house now.  Imagine he
told me he actually loved the smell of stale smoke in the morning.  He
wants to smell my breath all the time!  I had a hard time avoiding that,
lest he might find out my secret and now he wants to sleep with his nose in
my mouth!'

   She had red cheeks from the excitement, telling me all those intimate
details.  She smoked away, enjoying every drag.

   'You know what he told me this morning?  He wants me to try a cigar from
time to time.  Can you imagine that?  I'm not even sure I'm so keen on
that. On the other hand I always wanted to try a good cigar, so why not use
it on my man?  As long as he can take it physically - and I have no doubt
about that - we have to make up for a long time of sexual mediocrity.'

   It looked like she wanted to add something, but couldn't make up her
mind.  'Actually, there's something I wanted to discuss with you, but I
don't know how to put it in words.'

   Her cheeks were crimson red by now.

   'You see, I love my husband dearly, and now with the new situation he
has turned out to be the best lover a woman could wish for.'

   She lit another cigarette and puffed nervously on it, gathering strength
to let it out.  Then she went on, almost whispering.

   'You see, I want to do something I know would upset my husband, but I
feel like doing it once in my life, just to know how it feels.'

   I had no idea where she was heading with this.  What came next almost
knocked me over.

   'You see, I have never made love to anybody else but my husband.  Before
this all happened I was content to be a mildly attractive woman with a
growing weight-problem, and with no prospect but to grow quietly old with
my husband.  Now that I know I can turn at least one man into a hot lover,
I want just for once to try it out with someone else.  It has to be someone
I like, and he has to be like my husband - excited by my smoking.'

   She sighed and smoked away in silence, waiting for my reply.  I was
shocked, not daring to hope what she seemed to hint at, that the one she
wanted to try it out on would be me.

   'Oh gosh, you do surprise me.  You make me feel guilty.  I wanted you to
be happy with your husband and not...'

   I couldn't finish my line of thought without offending her.  She didn't
take it the wrong way.  I could see she was still ashamed of her boldness.
I must admit that while she had looked a bit plump to my eyes on her first
visit to my practice, I now found her bulging softness quite sexy. 
Besides, her breasts were quite a head-turner.  Under the blouse she was
wearing I couldn't make out a bra, and still her breasts looked pretty firm
and not sagging at all.  Hadn't I dreamt all my life of sinking my head
into such big firm beauties?  But was she really meaning to tell me she
wanted to make love to me?

   Her next words removed any doubts, making my head swim and my buddy tear
at my zipper.

   'I hope you don't mind, but I was thinking that maybe you...  You seem
to be crazy about women smoking too, just like my husband, and I thought
that...  '

   She needed encouragement.  I stepped over to her chair, lifted her by
her hands, embraced her and gave her a hearty tongue-tango.

   Her body felt soft and firm at the same time.  It was an overwhelming
sensation to hold a mature woman, chesty and full-bodied in my arms.  She
smelled of perfume and smoke, an inebriating combination for me.  She
stroked my hard buddy gently and said:

   'We'll get this little friend some work to do tonight.  My husband is
away for a couple of days on an assignment.  Come to my place around seven.
I'll be ready for you.'

   She leaned into me for a while, taking my leg between hers and resting
her breasts against my chest.  We stood there entangled, arms around each
other while she smoked up her cigarette, exhaling right into my face every
time.  From a distance cigarette smoke can be pretty harsh and even stink,
depending on the brand and the gender of the person smoking, but I had
always adored the smell of a woman's exhale right into my face. 
Reluctantly she took her arms down and stepped away to put out her
cigarette.  With a last peck and a wink she left.

   The reward





   I stood there thinking for a long time.  Did I have qualms over cheating
on another man?  No, why should I give up the opportunity to have a round
of smoky sex for the first time in my life?  Was there any danger her
husband would pop up and raise hell, or even worse?  I didn't care.  I had
been working towards such an occasion since I started the whole advisory
setup, and by mere luck had not only managed a successful "counseling", but
had gotten also the opportunity for a good fuck with a quite attractive
mature smoker.  I had always had a soft spot for the fuller woman, as long
as they had a visible waistline, no big belly and no sagging breasts.  So I
certainly wouldn't recoil from this chance.  But would I be capable of
sustaining the act even once?  I needed some chemical help on this part.  I
thought of the little pillbox a fellow student had given to me once.  I
remembered what he said to me.

   'This stuff can make a stud out of an eunuch.  But don't overdo it.  One
pill will take you to heaven and back, two take you to the hospital and
three to the pathologist.  They work for some twelve hours.  Afterwards you
will feel like a zombie for another twelve, but it's worth it.  And don't
even think of taking more than one in a week.  You will die of exhaustion
if you screw ten times every night.'

   I decided to take them with me, but use them only in case of emergency.
I closed shop, went to my place to have a rest, scrub up and dress.  Then I
left for her place, only a half an hour walk away.  I had thought briefly
of jerking off, so I wouldn't make an ass of myself with a premature
ejaculation, but I decided against it.  I had tried it once and then had
been unable to achieve anything with the girl afterwards.  True enough,
that girl had been no match to the woman awaiting me, but I didn't dare
take chances.

   She opened the door dressed loosely in a translucent flimsy piece of
silk that went for a robe.  Beneath it she had a black bodice and straps
with black net stockings attached, but no panties, her blonde tuft in full
sight.  She looked like a hooker from the 19th century.  I could tell by
the slight tremor in her voice and by the way she was smoking that she was
quite nervous.  So I played the gentleman, kissed her hand and asked if she
wanted to call the whole thing off.  With a nervous laugh she gave me a big
hug and kissed me directly on my mouth.

   The taste of lipstick and smoke has always been a huge turn on for me
and the hint of Bourbon that accompanied it helped too.  Her body smelt of
perfume and a bit of sweat.  I could even smell her sex faintly.  My buddy
showed flag immediately.  After we had shaken tongues long enough, she
leaned back a little and said:

   'If you were a bit older, I would seriously consider dumping my husband
and running off with you.  But I'll be an old hag till you loose your
milk-teeth.'

   She laughed heartily.

   'I have been worried about you not finding me attractive enough, with
all the fat hanging on me.'

   I had to remove her worries pronto.

   'Oh, c'mon, you look no older than I am and besides, hasn't anybody told
you look like Marilyn Monroe's younger sister?'

   She blushed and gave me a kiss on my lips, again with lots of smoke on
it.  I loved it.  If she went on like this I would probably shoot off
before I even got my dick out.

   'You're really after me, aren't you?  I like that.' she said in a low
husky voice.  'But let's have a drink first.'

   We had a double one each, good straight bourbon, no frills.  The alcohol
helped me relax a bit.  She had begun to sway a little and her speech was a
bit blurred, as she obviously was a few drinks ahead of me.  Personally I
had always found women are the best lovers when they are tipsy.  She wasn't
as drunk as to lose control, but drunk enough to act totally uninhibited.
And that's what she did.  She pushed me to the floor and, cigarette
clenched between her teeth, she tore my jeans and pants down.  Then she
ripped my shirt open and lowered herself over my stone hard dick.  It slid
directly into her wet and warm slit.

   She had just started to rock when I couldn't hold back and jerked off
like a rookie.  She smiled round the cigarette she was still dangling, took
a lung bursting drag and held the smoke down.  Then she bent over till I
felt her nipples touch my own thru the thin fabric of the bodice.  Slowly
exhaling the smoke she started licking around my lips.  Below the intense
spicy smell of fresh smoke and bourbon I could taste the tar on her saliva
and smell the sweet sour foulish but arousing residues of two decades of
smoking.

   It was the sweetest sensation I had ever had in close contact with a
woman.  My buddy didn't fail me.  Unlike other times after I had jerked
off, he hadn't shrunk, just softened up, so I was still inside her.  Now as
my buddy turned hard again, she just sat up, reached for a fresh cigarette
and started rocking again, gently at first, but building up a faster and
faster rhythm, while dragging ever harder on her cigarette, enveloping us
both in a huge cloud of aromatic creamy white mist.  She reached her orgasm
fast enough and I struggled not to shoot off, helping her sustain her
orgasm.  She forgot all about her cigarette, dragging on the empty filter,
rocking, shivering and groaning.  After what seemed hours, I let loose and
squirted out a huge quantity, till I felt it dripping on my loins.

   Totally numbed I dropped my hands from her sides and fought for air,
breathing in the wonderful spicy second-hand smoke that lingered around us.
She gave a last ecstatic cry and collapsed on top of me, her legs rested on
top of mine, her cheek on my cheek.  I felt her weight on my chest, but it
was the sweetest load I ever had to carry.  I felt encased by her soft yet
firm warm flesh and partly by the silk of her bodice and her stockings. 
The mix of soft skin and silk was tantalizing.  On her breath the tarry
smell had grown much stronger now, and in conjunction with the alcohol made
my head swim.  Her sweat smelled sweet and milky.  For a moment I felt so
warm and cozy I felt I would want to stay like that forever.

   Her panting slowed after a while and she gave me yet another endless
deep throat kiss.  She rolled off me and put her robe on.  We went to her
kitchen and had a light dinner, accompanied by more drinks and a couple of
cigarettes on her side.  I was inclined to leave it at that and go home,
but as I stood up and reached for my sports coat, she stopped me.  Slightly
annoyed she said:

   'Don't tell me you've had enough?'

   'Well, err , I...' I muttered, not sure how to react.  I sure could have
done with a bit more of the same, but I wasn't sure what was on her mind.
It was in fact more hard relentless sex, as it turned out.

   'I'm not thru with you yet, buster.' she said with a promising smile. 
Then she leaned into me once more and we kissed hard.  I took her hands
into mine and looking deep into her eyes, I said:

   'Look, you turn me on like no woman before you.  I'm willing to go
however far you want us to.  All I wanted was to give you a chance to
withdraw if you had wished so.  So whatever you want me to do for you, I'll
do it.'

   'Aaah, that's my boy.  I hope you can stand up to what I have in mind.
Now get out of your clothes.' she answered, purring like a cat.  I
undressed to the skin and she did the same.  All she kept was her
cigarette.

   'Now I'd love to try something new.  You think you can stand cigar
smoke?'

   'I don't mind at all.  Anything a woman smokes turns me on.'

   The prospect made my dick twitch.  Heat spread thru my body.  We went to
her bedroom.  She opened a drawer and took out a pack of Middleton's.  I
didn't know much about cigars, except that the cheaper ones, like those my
fellow students had sometimes smoked, didn't smell so nice.

   To my surprise, after she released a big plume from one of those cigars,
it smelled very good, not unlike a good pipe.  Later on I found out that
they were indeed made of pipe tobacco.  She giggled and said:

   'Hey, these smell real good actually.  Let's see if I can get a bit of
smoke down my throat.'

   Still giggling, she made a tentative inhale.

   'Wow, that's good.  It tickles a bit, but it's nice.' Next thing she
took a serious drag and inhaled again.  I feared she had choked or
something, as she stood there immobile, holding her breath.  But then after
a very long time, she slowly exhaled with a pleased sigh.

   'This is the best smoke I've ever had.'

   She took another drag, again holding down for at least ten seconds. 
This time she exhaled a bit thru her nose before she released a long stream
thru her slightly parted lips.

   'I'm getting a little dizzy, but it tastes so damned good!  And I love
the raspy feeling on my throat, like mint.'

   She came over to me, blew a bit of the fantastic smelling smoke into my
face and then, after inhaling again, she kissed me hard, letting the smoke
escape slowly thru her nostrils and a bit of it into my mouth.  Her bare
skin against mine felt much better than the silk.  Her nipples pinched my
skin in a very pleasant way.

   She withdrew and asked:

   'How did you like it?'

   'Makes me wanna fuck your brains out.'

   I was a bit ashamed that I had uttered such gross words, but she seemed
to like it.

   'Then what the hell are you waiting for?  Shove your ass over here and
let's go.'

   I complied gladly.  The sight of her with the tipped cigar and the smell
and taste had done it to me.  I was hard as a rock again and ready for
another ride.

   This time she wanted me to sit on a chair, and she sat on my lap face to
face.  It was a bit awkward, as I couldn't penetrate her completely. 
Still, with her nipples against mine, her soft thighs and her face opposite
mine, so I could look at her while she smoked hands free, made up for it.
We worked away for a while not really hitting the path to paradise.  So she
knelt in front of her bed, cigar clenched firmly between her teeth and
presented me her backside.  I bent over and started thrusting hard into
her.

   This was much better, I love doggie style anyway and she seemed quite
satisfied herself.  But I couldn't see her face this way, so I turned her
around, made her lay on her back and then I took her legs on my shoulder.
This turned out to be best.  We continued with much more passion.  She was
ready long before me and the sight of her biting and hitting hard on the
cigar, dragging all she could get right down into her lungs, breathing
undiluted smoke in and out, almost my eyes pop out.  I wanted to share the
smoke with her.  I thrust my dick in and out frantically and the moment she
gave a shrill cry, beating her heels against my back, I pushed her knees
away from my shoulders and bent over.  As she exhaled, I dragged the smoke
in thru my lips.  It hit me hard and a climax swept over me like I had
never had before.

   The smoke had made my dizzy, almost to nausea and had raked badly on my
throat, as I wasn't used to smoking, but done on the culmination of an
orgasm it was indeed a terrific experience.  I nestled into her side, hands
over her breast and started to playfully kiss my way around her cheek.  She
had smoked down the cigar to a mere butt, so she stubbed it out.

   'I'll have more of these.  They're too strong for all day, but they're a
nice treat for special occasions and they're perfect for sex.  You can't
munch them up and they don't fall out of your mouth that easy.  Right now I
feel like having another one.  Ever since I've outed myself in front of my
husband, I can't seem to get enough nicotine in my system.  God how I love
it!' she wriggled in my arms, made a half turn to face me and laid a leg
over mine.  Her breasts pressed against my chest and I could feel her
breath in my face.  It smelled different now, sweeter and even more
aromatic, a huge turn on.  She reached for the box of cigars and took one,
brought it to her lips and lit it.

   'You wanna share this one with me?' she asked.

   'No, I'd rather not.  I'm not used to it and I will get sick.  But I'll
gladly take some second-hand stuff from you.'

   'You're welcome.  Help yourself.' she inhaled, cigar firmly clenched
sideways between her teeth, pushing her breasts into me while her chest
heaved.  Then, after holding the smoke down for a while, she approached my
lips and blew the smoke in my mouth.  I didn't dare inhale properly, but I
sealed her lips with mine.  The cigar pointed upwards now, close to my
cheek.  I could feel the heat of its glow, but it didn't matter.  I
caressed her teeth with my tongue and met the tip of her tongue.  Then she
held the cigar with her hand and pushed it a bit inwards, so she had the
thicker end of the plastic tip between her teeth.  This way our tongues
could meet, even if the plastic tip of the cigar was a little in the way.
She dragged on the cigar and the smoke filled the joint cavity.  It tickled
pleasantly on my tongue till she sucked it all in, lifting her lip a bit,
to allow for air to come in.  It was delicious, almost as good as sex.  I
was with her when she smoked, my tongue felt what she felt, and it made us
both happy.

   She went on smoking for a while, exhaling thru her nose, till we started
drooling too much and gave it up.  I felt that however exciting the
situation may still become, my buddy would fail me, so I thought of the
little pill from my friend and excused myself to go take it.  The pill had
hardly melted when my buddy stood upwards and felt like bursting.  I
returned to the bedroom and when I saw her suckling on the cigar, exhaling
smoke with every breath, I couldn't help but jump on her and pump her up
once again, this time in the plain old missionary style.  She was over the
top in no time, almost choking from the direct inhales she took, but still
hitting hard on that cigar.  Finally we collapsed, exhausted and I rolled
to the side once again.

   'Boy, luckily my man isn't such a stud like you.  The way these cigars
propel me thru my orgasm, I couldn't make it long with three of them each
night.  I feel them heavy on my chest already, but I still can't stop
drinking them in.  Time to switch back to cigarettes.'

   She gave me a kiss and made for the bathroom, cigar still dangling from
her lips.  The pill worked wonderfully on me.  I wasn't tired at all and my
dick refused to go to bed too.  I hoped she would let me use it a bit more
on her.  I heard the shower and I said to myself: in every other movie they
do it under the shower.  Why not try it out.  I joined her, and nature took
its course once more.  It was a pleasant alternation and while neither of
us grew ecstatic, we had our fun.  I found it a bit awkward as she was
quite a bit shorter than me, so I had to bend my knees in an unpleasant
position, but we managed quite well.  Still, I didn't find it a memorable
experience.  That one was still to come.

   'You still fit?' she asked enigmatically.

   I wondered what would come next.  On my list there were a couple of
stunts we hadn't tried.

   'What I'd like to do now is more uncommon and I won't be cross if you
refuse.  You think you might eventually...  well, do it up my ass?'

   So she wanted the anal stuff.  Why not, I said to myself.  She took a
can of ointment and greased my dick thoroughly and her own anus too.  She
knelt over her bed with a pack of her Marlboros handy.  I knelt down behind
her and gently started to seek out her backdoor with my dick.  With all the
lubricant, I penetrated her backside quite easily.  It was a bit tight but
not unpleasant.  So I slid my dick in and out with growing pleasure.

   To my surprise it seemed to please her too.  While hitting hard on her
cigarette and lighting the next one from the butt of the one before, she
reached down and worked on her clit, so when I jerked off she had her own
orgasm.  It didn't shatter the world, but it had been satisfactory for both
of us.  We went to the bathroom together and cleaned each other.  It was a
pleasure to have her wash my still half erect dick with her soft hands,
cigarette dangling from her lips.

   'We still haven't tried the oral works, you know?  she said.

   I had hoped for that, but I thought it best to give us a rest prior to
more exercise.  The pill kept me going, but we were both already a bit sore
on our best parts.  Besides, some tender in-between-play would be good to
relax a bit.  So I said to her:

   'Look honey, we don't have to use it all up on the spot.  I'm pretty
hungry again and we could lie down for a change afterwards.  It'll be more
fun after we relax a bit, OK?'

   She gladly agreed and we went to her kitchen.  Naked as she was, she
made us tasty omelets.  She produced a bottle of good Californian red wine
and we ate and drank with good appetite.  She had been sobering up before,
but now she drank more than half of the bottle, so soon she was in good
spirits again.  Leaving the plates on the table, she took my hand and led
me to her bedroom.  We lay on her bed side by side and while we chatted a
bit I started to explore her body.

   I worked on her beautiful breasts a lot, licking and sucking on her
nipples, pushing my nose under each breast and burying my face in her
cleavage.  I worked my way down to her belly button and finally landed
between her legs.  I wanted to give her a good lick, but she stopped me and
told me to lie down on my back.  Then she placed her pelvis above my face
and took my dick into her mouth, setting up the 69.  We both started to
work on one another.  Her thighs pressed softly against my head while I
fought to stick my tongue in as deep as I could.  She worked on my dick
with her soft lips, up and down my shaft, sending shivers down my spine. 
On and off she would take it out to drag on her cigarette, then she would
go on sucking my dick in, till I felt the back of her throat, then out
again till I spurted it all out in her mouth.  I had managed to work her up
to an orgasm too, so she rolled off me, turned around and then smoked
peacefully with her face close to mine.  She blew the smoke right over my
face each time.  I decided to take a drag myself.  The notion of sharing a
cigarette after sex with her seemed appealing.  I must admit the smoke felt
really good.  I could understand now why she loved to smoke.  It was very
relaxing.  From then on I have often shared a cigarette with a woman after
sex.  It seemed like the perfect conclusion.

   I spent the next day in bed, tormented by the worst hangover I had ever
known.  I would never ever try that damn pill again.  Who the hell wants to
screw ten times in a row?  Two or three good workouts with the right person
were more than plentiful for one night.  Still, I didn't throw them away.

   THE END